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The Urge

Chapter 1

The Oak Tree estate and grounds were as typically lovely and idyllic as
ever in their late summer garb of fading green meadows and mellow,
wilting flowers. The undergrowth of the heavily- wooded area was dark
with knobbed shrubs and the oldest trees stood gnarled and sprawling,
like old men colored brown with age. Glistening dew drops of rain
splashed down on the leaves and dribbled earthward through the thick
networks of foliage, finally to fall on the rich black soil below. And
yet, strangely enough, the sky was a bright clear blue that seemed
somehow separate from the woods, which languished obediently under the
inexorable rules of the season's end.

The Hartley home, a large rustic house with an ample amount of
partially-cleared acreage surrounding it, nestled cozily in a small
shallow valley running on a rocky irregular level between two gently
sloping ridges on either side. Behind the house, off to the right and
slightly downwind, there was a spacious modern dog kennel with half a
dozen central shelters and a maze of long fenced runs in which a number
of handsome German Shepherds, of varying sizes, ages and colors, could
be seen either dozing quietly or pacing nervously to and fro, whining
and occasionally barking at some barely perceptible movement in the
nearby underbrush.

In one of the longest runs, an immense black-and-fawn-colored male
stood by himself, completely motionless and at the alert, as he stared
upwards at a tiny rag of grey sky that was framed overhead by a small
circle of evergreen branches. The imposing thoroughbred dog gazed
longingly, almost defiantly, at a bird flying in a cramped orbit far
above the treetops, its spread wings catching flashes of yellow and
silver light from the sun. The bird drifted around and around,
seemingly fixed to some invisible track in the air. After a while, the
magnificent German Shepherd's strong legs began to tremble, his massive
muscular body tense and straining with his natural instinct to somehow,
impossibly, snag the feathered creature from the safety of its lofty
circling and destroy it with one crushing swipe of his forepaw.

"Jesus, look at Wolf out there. The bastard looks better than ever,"
Bill Hartley enthused proudly as he stood gazing out the living room
window at the kennels. The good-looking twenty- four-year-old young man
did not wait for his young wife's reply and added, "If I'm lucky enough
to buy Pete Sangler's prize bitch up in New Hampshire, just think what
a beautiful litter she and Wolf will produce. We'll make a goddamned
fortune out of the pups!"

Diane Hartley, his wife, an extremely pretty twenty-one-year- old
blonde, sat in haughty silence across the room, sipping daintily from
her whiskey sour cocktail as she fought down the impulse to say what
was really on her mind. She resented the fact that she would be left
alone again while Bill was off on another of his frequent business
trips, selling some of their own valuable dogs and negotiating for new
championship breeders to upgrade their stock at Oak Tree. As usual, she
would be left in charge of running the kennels by herself, a demanding
responsibility that both intimidated and frightened her. God knows, the
voluptuous young blonde thought bitterly to herself, her wealthy
aristocratic parents had socially-groomed and educated her for far more
important things than playing hostess to three dozen hairy brutes, no
matter how valuable and expensive they were, while her thoughtless
husband deserted her for days ... sometimes weeks ... at a time.

"What's the matter, honey?" he asked suddenly, interrupting her
thoughts. "Now don't tell me you're going to start complaining again
just because I've got to make a business trip."

"Oh no, not really," the satin-skinned blonde answered in a sulky,
slightly hurt voice, her full lower lip pouting out to give her the
appearance of a beautiful little girl who has been unfairly treated.
"It's just that ... well, we've only been married for eight months, and
you've been gone almost half of that time, while I stay home and take
care of the dogs ... You know they frighten me."

"But honey, dogs are our living ... a damned good living, too ... and
someone has to handle the business end of things," the handsome dark-
haired husband protested, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of
helplessness. "I've got to travel and visit other breeders. We're in a
highly competitive business and need the best dogs available to keep
our line where it is--at the top."

"Yes, Bill, I know, but--"

"And that means scouting around," he continued, ignoring her attempted
objection. "Unless, of course, you'd rather we just sat back and lived
off your parents, always dependent upon them and without any real say
about our own lives."

"No, darling, I--I didn't mean that at all," Diane assured him weakly,
hating herself as she felt the last of her self- righteous indigence
fade away in the fact of his solid common sense and logic. Despite how
lonely and deprived she always felt when he was gone, she could think
of no effective way to communicate her feelings to him about the task
of caring for the dogs and the sense of loss she experienced as a young
bride when he was not home with her. As conscious as she was of her
social background and upbringing, it was true that she also wanted
independence, not to be enslaved by the large sums of money her mother
and father would gladly give them if only they would abide with the
older couple's wishes. The exquisite blue-eyed girl felt her irritation
waver and finally topple over altogether as she faltered helplessly in
her own rising sense of shame and guilt.

She felt a flood of relief as he crossed the room to where she sat on
the plush sofa and eased himself down beside her, his brawny right arm
automatically encircling her shoulders, enfolding her. She dropped her
head against his firm chest, her breath quavering as he drew her closer
against him, his warmth mingling with hers. Gently he rubbed up and
down along her bare arms, craning his head forward to nibble softly
with his lips at her slender neck and sensitive left ear lobe.

"Ummmm, you certainly feel nice," he whispered hotly into the tender
tingling flesh of her ear, sensing her anger and resistance flow away
to nothing as he touched her with his breath. The light fluttery warmth
relaxed and yet exhilarated her, causing a maddeningly light throb of
anticipation in Diane's loins and at the small, bud-like tips of her
full breasts. Without thinking, she began to rotate her rounded flaring
hip against her husband's sinewy male flank, pressing the softness of
her still-clad flesh against him.

"You feel nice, too," she purred, wiggling even closer to him on the
sofa.

"You know, I've got to leave in less than an hour," Bill reminded her
huskily. "Maybe we ought to use the time for action instead of words."
Feeling herself slipping further into the intoxicating warmth of his
touch, she nodded her head in wordless agreement and ran her fingertips
tremblingly across his cheek, her long red nails tracing the
distinctive contours of his strong masculine face. In a corner of her
passion-dimmed mind, she could hear the tempo of the falling rain
increase, the drops now pattering on the roof and in the trees with a
steady staccato sound that seemed to match the pulsing beat of her
blood. Suddenly, she felt him shift beside her and ease himself off the
couch and down to his knees on the floor. He knelt forward then and
caught her long smooth legs, his palms eagerly clamping against the
soft insides of her thighs as she giggled and struggled halfheartedly
in an attempt to free herself. She could see him hunched down on his
knees between her open legs, grinning up at her through the deep valley
of her upstanding breasts like a conquering warrior about to partake of
a feast as he pressed outwards against her with his hands.

Slowly, he reached up under her short skirt and hooked his fingers into
the elastic waist-band of her silk white panties, tugging gently
downwards on the flimsy garment until the sheer, flimsy material
slipped softly over her slightly-lifted buttocks and down over her
shapely, well-tapered legs. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina
was presented up to his searching eyes in an almost lewd, sexually
inciting position of sacrifice. She lay back against the cushions of
the couch and reveled for a moment in the delicious languor of her
young husband's exciting touch. She watched his tongue slowly circling
his lips in rapt anticipation of the ravishment about to take place. He
moved closer, placing his thumbs on the soft fleshy edges of her cunt.
With a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement, he pressed the
blonde hair-lined lips of her pussy apart and pressed his mouth forward
against it, his long slippery tongue darting snake- like into the
throbbing warmth of the smooth inner walls. Her tummy twitched and she
felt a convulsive spasm of delight course up and down her spine as he
began to suck slowly, teasingly, at first, nibbling at her erect
clitoris with the sharp tips of his teeth. It was almost more than she
could bear. Despite the thought that what he was doing to her down
between her legs with his tongue was shameful and obscene, her nerves
were ablaze with rising lust and she made no effort to prevent him from
continuing to lick her there and give her this exquisite pleasure.

"God, it's too bad we can't manufacture and sell this feeling," Bill
rasped as he pulled back from her naked loins a few inches. "Hell, we
could make a mint."

His crude words sent a sudden jolt of alarm through her, one that
gradually changed into a heavy sinking weight of depression. The stiff
arch of excitement in her spine gave way and she collapsed back on the
couch cushions as though in defeat. It was the same as always, the same
thrill-shattering attitude he had had towards their sex-life since they
had been married. Like everything else, he looked upon sex as a kind of
commodity, something that could be used and sold, as though their
deepest, most intimate emotions were mere products that might be turned
into profit. She realized that it was important to Bill, as well as to
herself, to be self-sustaining and not to have to rely on the money and
advice of others in order to succeed as a newly- married couple. But
God, he carried it too far! Sometimes she thought she would go crazy
with self-doubt and frustration as a result of their crippled sexual
relationship. Not that she wanted him to make love to her constantly--
nothing like that--but she desperately needed to believe that he
desired her as a woman more than just a vehicle through which he could
prove his personal sense of worth and his ability to succeed. After
all, she mused inwardly, she was a woman, a wife, and deserved to be
treated with consideration just as much as he thought he deserved to be
respected as a capable man.

He seemed oblivious to her lack of response and continued to nuzzle his
face between her tantalizing loins. She groaned suddenly, watching with
fascination as his head bobbed hungrily back and forth down between her
thighs with the effort of his assault. She whimpered involuntarily and
threw back her head on the top of the sofa, her hands clutching
unashamedly at his face to pull him tighter against her now hotly
squirming cunt as the lewd wet sucking noises of his tongue swirling
deep in her vagina filled her ears.

As if sensing her sudden unwilling submission, Bill reached up and
placed both of his hands over the front of her soft woolen sweater,
cupping his work-calloused fingers around the roundly rising mounds of
her heaving, nipple-hardened breasts, while with his wide shoulders and
brawny upper arms, he forced her delectably-shaped legs even further
apart. As his mouth and tongue worked hungrily in bestial subjugation
of the throbbing wet moistness of her widely flowering vagina, his
excitedly bulging eyes remained open, ogling with vulgar excitement the
impassioned contortions of her lovely young face.

"Come on, honey, make it good," he grunted encouragingly from between
her splayed-open loins as he kneaded lustfully at her heavily
palpitating breasts through her clothing. "When you cum, pretend we're
getting a dollar for each little tingle."

With a tiny guttural cry, Diane involuntarily ground her ivory-like
hips forward against his face, burying his hotly flicking tongue all
the way to the roots again as he renewed his lewd attack up between her
open thighs. She was powerless now to struggle anymore against the
unrelenting wonderful thrill that rocked her very soul, even though she
felt a simultaneous quivering of distaste at the lewd, inconsiderate
meaning of the words he had just uttered. A wildly rising erotic fire
replaced her sense of revulsion and wounded dignity ... replaced
everything. Seldom in their still-new marriage had she ever so quickly
felt so utterly wanton with him, so wild to be shamelessly and deeply
satisfied.

"How many dollars have you got now, honey?" he asked abruptly, once
again pulling away his pussy-moistened mouth to grin lewdly up at her.
"Would you like to earn more?"

"Ohhh, yessssss, Bill," she crooned responsively, hardly conscious of
what she was saying. Spreading her long legs wider and wider to give
him greater access to her cuntal crevice, she begged without thought of
shame. "Hurry, darling, hurry. Kiss me ... kiss me down there. Faster!
Oh, God, I'm almost there!"

Every young muscle the silken-haired girl possessed was alerted as she
strained her naked, creamy-white buttocks upward towards the exciting
red probe swirling deeply and wetly up between her legs. Her up-drawn
thighs opened and closed tightly around the tormenting face that was
sucking and licking gluttonously at her eagerly responding cunt. She
kicked her heels hard against his back, spurring him on to suck her
harder, harder, until a loud rushing sound rose to fill her ears, a
great resounding and echoing torrent of sound. The tensed cords of her
long graceful neck stood out under her golden skin as she pulled with
all her strength against the tangled dark hair of her husband's head.

"Oh, darling, I'm almost ready to cum! Don't stop licking me, please!"
she pleaded. At that moment, just as the hot sweet flow of emotion and
sensual abandonment was nearing its crest, she saw a self-satisfied,
smirking grin light his face, the very same expression that he often
wore after closing a particularly profitable deal for one of his prize
German Shepherd pups.

"Cum, baby, cum a million dollars worth," he urged with a gloating
smile.

Suddenly her excitedly writhing body switched off automatically as
though someone had pushed a button in the center of her aroused senses.
She was instantaneously swamped with a feeling of loathing at the idea
that her handsome young husband, kneeling with his face buried between
her wide-split legs, could actually have said something so horribly
insensitive, like comparing her own blissful orgasm, so near now, to
the filthy thought of dollars that seemed to preside over their life
together. Was nothing sacred in their marriage, she wondered bitterly,
afraid that she already knew the answer. She was beginning to suspect
that Bill, her own husband, was more attached to his stupid account
books than to his wife.

"Oh, Bill, stop it, stop it right now!" she sobbed, fighting to loosen
his fierce grip on her still brassiere-clad breasts and squirm away
from him. "How can you be so revolting? How can you be mean enough to
say something like that? Don't you love me at all? ... Or do you want
to get paid for that too?"

"Aw, I was only kidding, honey. Come on now, don't be such a baby," he
said between breaths in an irritated tone of voice, struggling to
spread wider her now tightly-clenched thighs and continue his lurid
tonguing of her still visibly throbbing vagina. Then, mustering all of
her female strength, she jerked violently away from him and rose to
stumble to the other side of the room, trembling from head to foot with
rage as she pushed her rumpled skirt back down over her whitely exposed
hips. Bill remained a few moments longer in his kneeling position on
the floor, then sighed heavily and climbed up to seat himself in the
place on the couch that she had vacated. He stared wordlessly down at
his trousers where, beneath a dark wet stain of seminal fluid, his
erect penis was rapidly deflating, finally curling up limply in his
trouser crotch like a small wounded creature. After what seemed an
eternity, he raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but said
nothing and lowered his eyes again in an attitude of distant thought.

>From where she stood stiffly near the far wall of the living room,
staring out miserably at the steady autumn drizzle outside, Diane began
to feel the first stirrings of real guilt, and she imagined how
painfully humiliated Bill must feel after her indignant outburst and
the abrupt halt she had brought to their love-making. Despite the
annoyance she had often felt at his coarse, thoughtless comments during
sex acts, she had never actually dared to follow her immediate impulse
and walk away from him in plain disgust. But now that she had done it,
she felt her heart swell with pity for the young, dark-haired man whom
she really did love with all her being. She ransacked her unsettled
mind for something comforting to say to him.

"I ... I'm sorry, darling. I guess I'm just not in the right mood
today," she finally said, her honeyed voice gently breaking the long
embarrassing silence between them. But he seemed not to hear her and
continued to peer down disconsolately between his legs, his gaze fixed
on something secret and known only to him. Then, without warning, he
straightened up with a wry, almost sardonic smile illuminating his
face.

"Now don't worry, Diane. After this trip, we'll have enough money to
buy you a big bed with velvet draperies and gold tassels on it,
whatever it is that royalty like you and your family need to sleep on
... Maybe then, you'll feel better about my terrible preoccupation with
dirty, disgusting money. Who knows," he went on dryly, "you might
finally turn into a decent fuck for your husband, despite yourself."

"Oh, Bill!" she cried out in disbelief, shocked by his lewdly cruel
comment. Refusing to acknowledge his sadistic sarcasm further, she
turned quickly away and stomped off toward their bedroom. As she
slammed shut the door, and leaned her unsatiated young body back
against it, she heard him call out in a contemptuous voice:

"Could you please stir your aristocratic little tail long enough to
hand out my suitcase before you lock yourself in? I've still got a
business trip to make--if you don't mind too much."


Chapter 2

The next day dawned cool and misty but Diane found herself humming a
little tune and smiling, almost in spite of herself, as she moved
slowly from pen to pen of the kennel in the early morning dampness,
feeding the hungry German Shepherds and cleaning out their living
quarters. Just as always, after Bill had left on a business trip, she
felt her innate resentment toward the big, thoroughbred dogs fading
away in the face of their obvious delight in her presence around them.

"It's not your fault, Sissy," she murmured warmly to a large gold and
white bitch who was devotedly licking her hand as she scooped out a
generous ration of dog meal into one of the many long feed troughs.
"You poor dumb animals don't even realize that you're coming between
Bill and me. Oh, God, I sometimes wish you'd manage somehow to dig
under the fence and just run away-- every last one of you beautiful
brutes."

With a resigned sigh and a shrug, Diane rose to her feet again and
picked up the heavy bag of meal, slipping out of the wire gate to the
bitch's kennel and moving toward the one dog that was left to feed.
Wolf, the son of one of the three finest German Shepherd champions in
the country, lived in solitary comfort with the biggest shelter and the
longest run of the yard to accommodate his sleek, powerful body's need
for exercise. Except at mating time, he was seldom allowed to run with
the other animals for fear that some mishap might mar the dog's perfect
lines, lines that had proved to be worth almost as much in dog show
prizes as in stud fees. Wolf was her husband's pride and joy. For that
reason, she thought quizzically, Diane could never quite sort out her
feelings about the monstrous black and tan beast.

Pulling her trench-coat more snugly around her against the sharp damp
chill of the sunless morning, she stared inside the wire-fence
enclosure for some sign of the magnificent brute. Like the true
aristocrat he was, Wolf often slept later in the mornings than the
other dogs, and Bill had frequently warned her not to step into the pen
without first announcing her identity to the dog. It was dangerous to
surprise him in his sleep because, as her husband had often warned her,
his instincts were to attack a stranger, and besides, the dogs were
always a little crazy when the bitches were in heat, such as some of
them were now. It was several young bitches this time, ones that they
had raised from puppies, so they would have to wait one more season
before they could be mated. But the worried young dogs did not know
that, and neither did the anxious males who had yelped and howled all
last night against the fences that separated them from their breeding
partners.

Wolf too must have worn himself out with his anguished cries of
frustration last night, Diane decided as she reached his compound and
saw no sign of him. Letting the heavy bag of dog food rest against her
shapely sun-bronzed calf, she reached out and lightly shook the wire
gate.

"Wolf. Wolf," she called timidly, preparing herself for the sudden
explosion of growling and snapping that always came if he was awakened
too quickly. "Wake up, boy. I've got your breakfast."

She could hear nothing over the noise of the other dogs yapping and
rough-housing with each other and, half-fearful of the eruption of
fierceness she expected at any moment, Diane pressed her young
curvaceous body up tighter to the fence and summoned him more loudly:

"Wolf, come on out here, boy! Wolf!"

>From the inside of his wooden kennel, she thought she heard a low
whining, and suddenly fearful, she unlatched the gate and slipped
inside, dragging the food bag along behind her before she closed it
again. Deliberately walking heavily on the hard-packed earth beneath
her shoes, she stepped inside the dog's shelter and gasped with dismay
as she saw him curled up on the floor, his great hairy back toward her
as he licked frantically at his lower mid-section.

"Wolf, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?" she gasped
aloud, alarmed. She took another tentative step forward to see what was
wrong with the valuable beast. At the slight movement and the sound of
her fresh young voice, the massive creature became aware of her
presence in his kennel for the first time and with a menacing growl, he
sprang to his feet, whirling around to face her. The girl's breath
caught sharply in her throat and she froze involuntarily on the spot as
she suddenly saw the real reason for the dog's preoccupation with his
lower body.

The mammoth dog's long scarlet penis was glistening wetly as it stood
out in full view beneath the hairy curve of his belly, thrusting
excitedly in and out of its thick furry sheath, the heavily tapered
cock-tip dancing obscenely in the air. My God, she exclaimed inwardly,
he had what looked like an almost full erection!

Wolf's bushy tail started to switch rapidly back and forth over his
hindquarters, showing his undisguised delight as soon as he recognized
the human intruder in his pen, but the expression of pure,
unadulterated fear did not leave Diane's face even at his obvious
change of attitude. Her sky-blue eyes were wide and round with shock
and disbelief as she gazed helplessly at the almost obscene spectacle
before her. In the months that she and Bill had owned the kennel,
buying and selling and caring for the purebred dogs, the beautiful
blonde young woman had sometimes seen such things, but it had always
been from the safety of outside the fence--and always a smaller, less
imposing animal had been involved. Now, not even four feet away from
the sexually excited beast, she stood staring, transfixed, barely able
to believe the shocking size of the dog's fully-aroused sex organ. On a
man, perhaps its hefty thickness and length would seem normal, or even
maybe a little larger than normal, but to see this long scarlet shaft
on a dog, a savage hot-blooded animal who probably weighed more than
she did, filled her with a quivering dread that she could barely
control.

"Lie down, Wolf," she commanded shakily, trying to keep her mounting
sense of fear out of her voice. She knew that dogs were able to detect
fright in human beings and with a great effort of will, she forced
herself to turn her back on the tense-muscled animal and walk slowly
out into the center of his run. With trembling fingers, she tore open
the top of the feed bag and bent down to hurriedly scoop out a large
portion of the rich meal into his food tray. Steeling herself, she
resisted the impulse to look back at the dog, and by the time she had
filled the tray, she knew that Wolf had obeyed her and remained inside
his shelter. Her feeling of apprehension gradually faded to relief as
she realized that what she had seen was not really so extraordinary.
After all, there were several young bitches in heat in nearby pens, and
most of the other male dogs had been behaving a little strangely that
morning anyway. No, she told herself, her fear had been completely
unjustified, the same kind of selfish hysteria that Bill had often
accused her of.

As she closed the feed bag again, she calmly resolved to take a firm
hold of herself or she would never be able to make it through three
more days alone with the dogs. Even so, before she mustered up enough
courage to call Wolf out of his house for the bit of affection that was
as much a part of the daily schedule at the Hartley Kennels as was the
carefully-chosen food, she cautiously unlatched the gate for a hasty
exit if necessary.

At the sound of her voice, the huge, beautifully-formed dog came
bounding happily out the door of his shelter. In the split second
before he jumped playfully up on her, pinning her with his weight
against the wire fence, Diane saw thankfully that his huge penis had
withdrawn and disappeared back inside the hairy sheath beneath his
loins. She laughed openly and tousled his silky dark ruff as he licked
joyfully at her face and long smooth neck. She was still a bit anxious
around him but could not help but admire his raw animal magnificence.
Standing up on his hind feet, he was strikingly large and feral,
exciting. His chest was as broad as a young boy's, and she allowed her
eyes to roam from its huskiness down along his fawn-colored belly to
the ominous sheath aiming up between his powerful hindquarters. For
some reason, the dog's flesh-encased sex organ reminded her of the
sight of male penises, ones belonging to the boys she had dated before
Bill in college. She remembered how they had jutted up under their
trousers during seemingly innocent petting sessions in parked cars--and
she also remembered that she had been mysteriously excited. The
handsome German Shepherd's ensheathed maleness now had the same
alarming fascination about it, like some mighty hidden masculine
strength that was threatening and yet oddly thrilling as well.

Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she quickly raised her eyes and
stood there in confusion for another long moment, wondering if the dog
understood her thoughts. What if, somehow, he knew how intrigued she
was by her view of his heavy, animal sperm-filled testicles swaying
softly down between his back legs?

It was not until she escaped his playful caresses a few minutes later
and slipped regretfully out of his run to carry the meal sack back to
the store shed, that she felt something wet dribbling down over her
ankle from the calf, something lukewarm in the chill, damp air.
Unconcerned, she did not even look down to see what it was until she
had placed the heavy bag in the storage building and was walking back
across the yard toward the house. Glancing casually down at the drying
moistness on the naked skin of her leg, she felt a cold shiver run
through her and had to fight to suppress the surge of nausea building
up in her stomach.

God, the dog had done something unspeakable during those last few
minutes she had spent with him!

She crouched down immediately and plucked a handful of the dew-soaked
grass that grew just outside the house, struggling against the
revulsion rising in her as she scrubbed frantically at the long white
streaks on her calf and ankle. She knew instinctively that the enormous
champion dog had somehow managed to leave the stain of his animal lust
on her human body and the thought sent strange tremors of sensation
racing through her mind. To make matters worse, the bunch of wet grass
did nothing more than spread the thick cream-like wetness over her soft
skin more widely. With sudden tears of frustration running down her
face, she tossed aside the useless grass and raced into the house,
heading toward the bedroom where at last she threw herself down on the
bed and shook with the half-angry, half-shameful sobs that wracked her
whole body.

It was all Bill's fault, she raged to herself, her nerves smarting with
indignation. After the carefully-sheltered life she had led, including
expensive boarding schools and cultured society, how on earth could he
expect her to be able to cope with these obscene animals of his? It was
one thing to talk of raising puppies, as they had when they were still
in college, but an entirely different thing when it came to enduring
the disgusting experience she had suffered only a few minutes ago. Even
imagining how the hulking animal's shining red penis must have silently
slipped out of its sheath to rub against the unprotected flesh of her
naked leg made her quake anew as uncontrollable waves of emotion
rippled continuously through her curvaceous young body huddled on the
still-unmade bed. The memory of Wolf's dark powerful flanks as they had
appeared that morning when he had risen to greet her in his kennel, and
the thick pointed rod of flesh that had jabbed lewdly into the air
beneath his furry belly, was stamped _indelibly into her mind and she
cringed into the sheets, trying to erase the appalling vision from her
brain.

Then, as she struggled with her shock and hysteria, Diane unthinkingly
placed her hand inside her coat to warmly cover her own full breast, a
gesture that had often brought her comfort during the days when she was
alone in boarding school, far from the security of her home and
parents. It was a childish comfort left over from her life before she
had met Bill and learned that there was more solace to be found in the
touch of a man's hand than her own, but even now her agitated body's
reaction to the innocent touch was anything but child-like. An
insistent ache suddenly rose deep in her belly, and she was instantly
aware of her own soft white limbs, her curved hips and taut buttocks
pressing down into the mattress through the fabric of her light coat
and cotton dress, her high proud breasts jutting out against the tight
confinement of her lacy white brassiere. It took her another moment to
wholly understand the fact that she was strangely aroused and the
trembling in her body was of excitement and passion, not of shame and
anger.

For a panicky moment, Diane scoured her brain for some justification of
the unbelievable thing that was happening to her mentally-unprepared
body, and she quickly remembered the unsatisfactory love-making session
that she had shared with Bill the afternoon before. Of course, that was
it, she mused with a breathless surge of relief. Her young husband had
aroused her and had then left callously on his business trip while, by
her own choice, she had still been locked up in their bedroom, fuming
over his cruel sarcasm. It was no wonder that she was aroused this
morning, she nervously rationalized to herself. Obviously it was all a
result of that disastrous experience yesterday afternoon ...

As her slender hands began to roam restlessly over her own warm curving
body, she resentfully recalled how loving and considerate Bill used to
be when he made love to her--but that was before they had gotten the
loan from the bank to buy the kennels! Now, everything in their
existence, even their most private sex life, seemed to revolve around
those stupid barking animals outside the house. Though she hated to
think about it, the newly married young woman had been learning, little
by little, to resort more and more often to her own devices to satisfy
the natural yearning that always seemed to well up in her body just at
a time when her husband was simply too involved in taking care of his
dogs to pay much attention to her.

But it did not really matter right now. Paramount in her thoughts were
the insistent demands of her sex-starved body, the sharp tingling
feeling down between her tightly-clenched thighs. Casting all of her
natural inhibitions aside, Diane began to knead her ripely throbbing
breasts, pinching the soft pliant nipples into rubbery hardness under
her blouse. Then, with a soft, impatient moan, she rose from the bed
and began at once to take off her clothes.

In another moment, she stood completely naked in front of the full-
length mirror in their bedroom, gazing questioningly at her voluptuous,
exquisitely formed body. At least, Bill had never been able to complain
about the way she looked, the golden-haired girl breathed heavily as
she eyed herself approvingly. Flaxen blonde and perfectly proportioned,
Diane had long ago grown accustomed to the fact that men automatically
thought of sex when they first met her and, to tell the truth, she
suspected that her classically beautiful face and desirable body had
first attracted Bill to her in college. It had not mattered then, for
they had fallen rapidly in love with each other, but now she almost
wished that Bill felt a bit more of that electric sexual excitement
that had caused their first quarrels when she was still a frightened
young virgin.

Now that they were married and Diane had learned some of the exciting
delights of physical love, she wondered if perhaps something about her
had changed to make him so cold and uncaring. Her worried gaze traveled
over her lush young breasts standing firm and high above a waspish
hour-glass waist, her full rounded buttocks topping the long sun-golden
columns of her perfectly tapered legs. No, there was nothing wrong with
her body, she finally decided, and certainly her face with its wide
blue eyes and sensuously pouting lips was just as pretty as it ever
was. What more could Bill want?

Well, she didn't know, she shrugged, and she did not feel like worrying
about it right now. Slowly, she placed her palms under her full, milk-
white breasts and lifted them slightly until they hardened out in full
bloom. She held the softly pulsating nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers, tweaking them gently into erection, a little moan of
excitement in her throat. Her left hand began to slide down along her
awakening body, down to the flat plane of her sides and across her
stomach to rest on her pale blonde pubic mound, pausing there to rub
sensuously back and forth over the silky softness of the curling blonde
strands of vaginal hair. She could feel the wetness flowing down out of
her strangely inflamed pussy on the insides of her smooth ivory thighs,
a moisture that was flowing freely now as she edged back to sit down on
the bed.

Complete surrender to the warm sexual need building inside her showed
in her passion-glazed eyes as her naked buttocks twisted tensely on the
mattress, writhing there until she could feel the crisp sheets brush
thrillingly against the tender swelling of her cuntal lips. Her long
beautiful legs scissored open and closed slowly as she teased herself
with the rhythmic pressure of the bedclothes against her tingling
clitoris. Her breath quickened and the passionate force of her yearning
grew stronger in her hungry loins.

Diane was astounded that she could feel so thoroughly aroused after the
disgusting thing that had happened to her this morning but the slight
shame she felt only stimulated her all the more. Her lipstick-circled
mouth opened in sensual rapture as both of her hands teased lightly
over her body as if no longer under her control, floating over her soft
sleek belly, then coming to rest once again on the golden vee at the
entranceway to her burning loins. Groaning at the sudden contact of her
fingers against her sensitively pulsing clitoris, she spread her legs
far apart, exposing to the air the glistening hair-lined furrow
nestling between them. Her trembling fingers slid down further on the
soft swollen lips, pulling them gently outward until the deep pink
opening was fully exposed to the open room and the mouth-like orifice
throbbed and sucked greedily inward like the mouth of a gulping fish.

Slowly and tenderly, she wormed her slim middle finger into the moist
pulsating hole and forced it downward until it was deeply embedded in
the tight smooth passageway, while at the same time she flicked at her
throbbing bud-like clitoris with the middle finger of the other hand.
Afraid to pause as her excitement soared higher, Diane quickly worked
in another finger alongside the first, sliding it into herself between
the crimson- colored ridges of her desire-drenched cunt, pushing the
soft hair- fringed lips outward as she rotated the two fingers in a
slow, ever-widening circle. Incoherent images of her husband fucking
into her with his long, lance-like cock flashed through her mind and in
a frenzy of lust, she levered her legs far back up against her naked
breasts and ground her buttocks upwards to meet each penetrating stroke
of her fingers. Her face contorted strangely with the soul-jarring
effort of her frantic fingering of her open vagina.

It was not enough!

Clenching her teeth tightly together, she squirmed even another finger
into her ravenously hungry pussy as it contracted spasmodically around
the instruments she was using to give herself pleasure. Deep moans of
animal ecstasy issued from her graceful young throat as her loins
started a hungry, more rapid fucking rhythm, straining toward a wild
blissful orgasm, thrusting upward into herself to bury the invading
fingers deep into the tight pink opening between her wide-spread
thighs. Her blonde flowing hair rippled sensuously around her rising
and falling head as she groaned out in helpless frustration, trying
more and more desperately to bring herself to the much-needed pinnacle
her body desired.

Suddenly a loud whine seemed to answer her own frantic cries. It was a
high-pitched sound from outside the house. Then another howling whine
broke through the stillness, and another. She ceased her abandoned
movements for a moment, her fingers still buried deep inside her hotly
aching cunt, and she raised her head to listen in surprised wonder.
>From behind the house, she could hear several of the dogs whimpering
and yapping, and above it all, came the deeper, huskier timbre of
Wolf's voice howling mournfully from his private kennel. She knew that
the dogs were only crying because of their yearning to be with the
young bitches in heat but she could not discard the strange feeling
that somehow the males were answering her own moans of sexual
frustration. In her mind, the nakedly squirming young woman pictured
Wolf as she had found him that morning, his strong animal body curled
up on the floor of his shelter as he licked his naked unsheathed cock
with his long slavering tongue.

The great dog, Wolf, seemed to understand the way she felt, the young
beauty reasoned vaguely as her long delicate fingers began to twitch
again inside the wet, impatiently throbbing walls of her pussy. She
thought of the handsome animal that was trapped out there in his locked
kennel, his primitive instincts all straining toward the tantalizing
scent of the lusting young female bitches in heat that he would not
mate with for at least another season. Like him, she was also trapped,
a virtual captive in her own house, with a thoughtless husband who
seemed to care nothing about his own wife's needs. Secluded as she was
this way in the lonely Oak Tree region, she might as well be a sour old
widow or a crotchety spinster who has given up on the notion of ever
fulfilling her natural female desires. Then, a peculiar thought crossed
her mind: If only she too could be a wild bitch in heat just this one
morning and join the great champion in his pen, maybe they could both
be satisfied. The idea caused an embittered but wicked little smile to
twist her pretty mouth.

Suddenly, as her wet fingers pushed in and out of her burning vaginal
channel, Diane's cheeks flushed a deep rose color and she felt the
long-awaited orgasm approaching, building inexorably with an almost
paralyzing force in her hotly squirming belly and in the tortured
nerves of her loins. She was teetering on the delicate brink of
orgasmic release, her entire youthful body vibrating with maddening
expectation.

Then, at last, the dam of her passion spilled over the edge, the hot
female juices rushing out of her wide-stretched vaginal lips and around
her rhythmically fucking fingers and running down between her hotly
quivering thighs onto the sheets beneath her. Her mind whirled crazily
and blacked out as the storm of her cumming shocked her system for an
endless moment, her throbbing cunt clasping spastically around the
fingers inside her that she was using as a pitiful substitute for a
hardened male penis.

"Oooooh, God, moooorrrre," she gasped deliriously, her voice crying out
and bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, signaling the intense moment
of sensuality she was feeling throughout her whole naked being. But
gradually the waves of pleasure dwindled, becoming weaker and weaker,
until finally she was afraid they were over altogether. The passion-
crazed girl wanted more, the real thing, and she stayed glued to the
edge of the mattress, her long, sensuously shaped legs bent back crab-
like up against her huge billowing breasts. She could not bring herself
to withdraw her submerged fingers from the hot wet passage between her
upraised thighs until the last dying spasms of orgasm had almost
completely stopped in her still-unfulfilled body.

Finally, when the frenzy of the half-satisfying sexual bliss had died
away completely, she felt a brief flurry of anger and removed her hand
from between her moist thighs, her fingers slithering wetly from her
partially-satiated cunt. She lowered herself back until she lay
stretched full-length on the rumpled bed and felt her own cum stain
cooling where her buttocks pressed against it.

When she had regained her breath a little, she rolled limply over on
her side and thought about what she had just done. Every time she had
fingered herself since her marriage to Bill, she had always felt a
nagging sense of guilt, for she realized that it was shameful and
unfair to him to give in to her self-indulgent desires this way. She
chastised herself now, feeling guilty and ashamed, until suddenly she
remembered the true reason that she had allowed herself to behave so
disgracefully this morning. After all, she decided, it was just as much
his fault as hers that she had to resort to such humiliating acts to
quell the sex drives that sometimes overwhelmed even her normally
proper conduct as a decent and respectable young lady. It was not as
though she were some kind of sex freak but only that, just like anyone
else, she needed to feel loved and desired as a person.

After a few minutes, she raised herself a bit unsteadily from the bed
and pulled at the cum-moistened sheets to remove them. When they came
free, she dropped them in a heap on the floor, pausing then to notice
again the now-dry white crust of the great dog, Wolf's, sperm on the
lower part of her leg. She felt her earlier revulsion return for a
moment but defiantly shrugged it away. Actually the huge dog had done
nothing more immoral than she had done herself right here on the bed,
the very bed that she shared with her inconsiderate husband. And Wolf,
lusty dumb animal that he was, had every bit as much right to a
periodic lack of self-control as she did.


Chapter 3

The next morning promised a pleasant warmth later in the day. As she
stood peering out the kitchen window, Diane could see that, although it
was still slightly overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through
the light blanket of mist over the trees. The woods were a silvery
shade of green and she was able to make out several patches of new
violet-blue flowers that had blossomed open on the outer fringes of the
garden at the side of the house. To add to the peaceful scene, there
were perhaps a dozen or so black and yellow songbirds flitting here and
there among the branches of the scrub pines just beyond the clearing,
warbling like feathered sopranos in the overall symphony of color and
sound outside. The young blonde wife could not help but feel buoyant
and high-spirited, despite her distress of the day before, and she
actually looked forward to going outside to feed and water the dogs.

After draining off the last of the lukewarm coffee still in her cup,
she started off toward the main bedroom to change from her heavy yellow
bathrobe into a pair of jeans and a warm flannel shirt, but just then
the piercing howl of one of the German Shepherds set off the rest of
them. Within a minute, the lot of them were barking and whining like a
small army of banshees and Diane became so rattled that she decided to
attend to them right away, without even bothering to dress first. She
knew that they were complaining because it was almost a half hour past
their regular feeding time. She had slept a little later than usual, as
she sometimes did when Bill was away on business, and the dogs always
let her know when she failed to conform to the established schedule.

She hurriedly donned the pair of slippers she had kicked off under the
breakfast table while having her first cup of black coffee and headed
for the door at the rear of the house. As she descended the steps
outside the living room, she was surprised to find that the robe was
warm enough to protect her against the mild morning air, even though
she wore nothing at all under the garment. A few moments later, she had
fetched the weighty sack of dog meal and was within twenty yards of the
kennel when the dogs heard her and renewed their ear-splitting din.
Even Wolf was awake and pacing back and forth in his run, his louder
barking seeming to lead the others on to greater noisy impatience.

"All right, all right, I'm coming," the young flaxen-haired woman
muttered irritably under her breath as she lugged the heavy sack across
the yard toward the kennels. In the clearing behind the house she saw
the dogs bounding about and prancing anxiously in their exercise runs,
pawing impatiently at the wire fences as they watched her approach.
They were behaving as though they had not been fed in a week, she
thought crossly, as at the same time she struggled to keep her robe
closed and the dog meal from spilling out of her arms. God, if they
only knew about all the dinners that she had prepared, ones that had
waited for hours on the table until they were cold, while Bill was out
here doctoring one of their running noses--or whatever it was he did
for so long in the kennels--maybe they would not be so loud and
demanding.

"Hush up, Daisy. Quiet now, Gypsy," Diane sternly admonished two gangly
half-grown bitches as she approached their pen and unlatched the gate.
They were two of the ones who were in heat, two of the females who had
indirectly caused her distressing ordeal with Wolf the day before. The
flaxen-haired girl scowled grouchily as she slipped through the barely-
opened screen-gate and quickly kicked it shut behind her. Ignoring
their enthusiastic lickings and jostlings, she filled their trays with
meal and walked back to the gate. The two fledgling dogs were virtual
balls of energy but they soon forgot her presence as they went to work
on their breakfast. Watching them for a moment, she felt her heart
soften toward them in spite of the rumbles of hunger in her own
stomach. She knew that these magnificent purebreds were altogether
dependent upon her while Bill was away and, ironically enough, it made
her feel rather maternal to realize it. She moved hastily to let
herself out and go on to the next enclosure full of hungry animals.

Kennel by kennel, she filled the feed troughs and the dogs quieted then
as they heartily gulped down their slightly tardy breakfast. Finally,
only Wolf was left to attend to. The irritation that she had felt a few
moments ago faded with the diminishing racket from the other dogs as
she stood watching Wolf's antics, smiling to herself as he whined and
scratched at the fence enclosing his run.

"Don't worry, boy," she consoled in a light mocking tone as she set the
open feed bag to one side so that she could pull open the latch to his
pen. "Your royal majesty's breakfast has arrived."

She giggled to herself at his unabashed delight to see her as she
picked up the meal sack and slipped heedlessly into his compound. It
made her feel warm and good that the dogs depended so much on her and
she knelt down on the dirt floor, digging her fingers into his thick
ruff of sable fur and wrinkling her nose at the sloppy licking kisses
he planted on her face and neck. She knew he must be hungry but when
she tried to rise and carry the feed bag over to his empty tray, he
pushed her imperiously back down to the ground on her plush haunches
with his hairy muzzle. The beautiful girl experienced a brief flash of
fear but then smiled affectionately at what seemed to be the grand
champion's demand for more attention, reminding herself that he was
isolated and alone almost all the time. She patted his stately head
without fear, dropping the burden of the sack in her arms to one side
as the giant German Shepherd's cold wet nose poked boldly under the top
of her robe and sniffed interestedly at the full snowy mounds of her
naked breasts under the fluffy yellow material.

"Hey, boy, I think you've got me mixed up with one of those hot-blooded
young pups over in the other pen," she giggled with perceptibly
strained gaiety, her bright blue eyes widening with the beginning of
alarm. The forced laughter died in her now- exposed throat as his
massive head nuzzled further downward, nosing more brazenly at her
housecoat until the sash slipped loose and the front of the garment
fell open. She was startled enough to utter a tiny cry of fear,
especially when the huge creature lowered his head even further down
and began to sniff daringly at the naked, unprotected mound of her
exposed vagina. This was not right, was unnatural, she thought as she
cowered and tried to move away from his slavering mouth. Maybe it was
only the scent of the young bitches in heat, the scent that had rubbed
off on her when she was in their pen, that attracted the big male brute
to her in this strange way. Whatever it was, she was afraid and wanted
to finish feeding him and get out of his pen as soon as she possibly
could.

"Back, boy! Get back!" she commanded with as much authority as she
could manage to fake under the circumstances. Then, with one sudden
movement, she made a futile attempt to close her bathrobe and rise to
her feet but a low rumbling growl from Wolf caused her to freeze in
terror just as she got to her knees. Her glazed blue eyes popped open
wide in fearful surprise and she pressed the back of her hand tightly
over her gaping mouth to keep from screaming out in the stillness of
the surrounding forest. In her unreasoning dread, she thrust out the
flats of her palms in front of her in a vain effort to ward off any
attack upon her that the hulking German Shepherd might make, but the
miscalculated movement only made her lose her balance. The frightened
young blonde toppled helplessly over to the ground on her side, her
long white legs sprawling out under her as the animal growled
ferociously, standing menacingly over her prostrate form. It was
impossible for her to move without bringing another threatening snarl
from him. Her instinctive fear of the dog had returned with such
paralyzing force that she knew now it was useless to make any attempt
to intimidate him into obedience with her feeble commands. Just as he
could sense her helpless panic, Diane could sense his savage confidence
growing stronger and stronger as he hovered possessively over her
voluptuously young cringing body.

She tensed automatically, wincing throughout every pore of her being,
and whimpered as the black and tan dog inched his great head forward
and searched with his dark spongy nose between her soft fleshy thighs,
nudging them further apart until the tender pink folds of her hair-
fringed pussy were open to the coolish draft of the autumn air. She
heard him begin to pant excitedly, his thick cords of muscle quivering
as the full lust-inciting aroma of her female scent filled his nostrils
and ignited his interest in her nakedly spread vagina even more. It was
as though he had cornered a bitch in heat, a beautiful, fully-aroused
female whose enticing aroma and smooth hairless skin maddened him to
unheard-of daring. Without warning, his hot pink tongue snaked out and
began to lick wetly up and down the slightly moist slit between her
cream-white thighs, probing and swirling eagerly at the inviting female
odor of her defenseless vagina. A bone- chilling shudder ran through
her as the long dripping animal tongue slaked hotly up and down on her
naked genitals, all the way from the top of her naked young cunt to the
tiny puckered ring of her anus cringing below it. It was almost more
than Diane's tortured mind could bear as she lay frozen and helpless
under the huge dog's explorations of her sensitive loins with his
lapping canine spear of flesh.

"Oh, no, God, Wolf, stop, stop," she begged tremulously, her panicky
voice breaking into an uneven wavering tone, but the enormous dog
seemed not to hear her despairing pleas and continued his efforts to
burrow his relentlessly flicking tongue up into her, to find the vital
source of the teasing sexual scent that was crazing him. With a harsh
forward thrust of his head, he drove the helplessly writhing young
woman down flat on her back in the dirt and wedged his salivating
muzzle deeper into her trembling loins. For a moment, the terrified
girl tried weakly to twist away from the stubborn attack but another
sinister snarl from the brute monster crouching over her vulnerable
young body made her collapse back to the ground. His mercilessly
spearing tongue ran searingly along the full length of her narrow moist
crevice again and again, flicking relentlessly between Diane's wide-
spread legs. Then, suddenly, it darted deep into her vaginal opening,
spreading apart the blonde's wispy down-lined cuntal lips like a knife
slicing through butter. Fear-stricken moans tumbled from her fright-
ovalled lips as the dog's hot lingual lance flicked fluidly into her
openly-spread loins. She repeated over and over to herself, as if in a
trance, that she must remain motionless and not provoke him in any way,
for he might become really violent and hurt her seriously out of sheer
frustration and animal rage.

And yet, despite her horror and revulsion at what was happening to her,
the helplessly-trapped girl began to feel something unexpected taking
place inside her, something like tiny chills of forbidden excitement
beginning to flutter all along her spine from the perverted stimulation
of the dog's feverishly sluicing tongue. Good God, she thought, surely
her mind was temporarily deranged by the reeling shock of this
grotesque mistake of nature, for certainly no normal woman could be
aroused by this weird thing that was taking place. A thing like this
could happen only in nightmares or lewd fantasy stories written by
perverted people with unbalanced minds. She vaguely remembered that the
gate to the kennel was behind her, that there was a way to escape if
only she would reach out and open it with her hand. If she called upon
her dwindling reserves of strength, she could crawl out of the wire
door on her hands and knees, but the weirdly rising thrills that were
coursing through her drained off the last of her will and courage. And
besides, the little prickles of pleasurable sensation that Wolf's
rampant tongue set off in her hungry body left her too weakened to drag
herself even that short distance.

"Oooh, don't, pleeease, Wolf," she moaned futilely, feeling her
resistance disappear more with every passing second as he licked harder
up between her open thighs with ever-increasing urgency. She was
completely at the mercy of the ruthless dog and found herself pushing
her nakedly trembling buttocks unwillingly upward toward the fiery
lance that was drilling in and out of her now moistly secreting cunt
and slurping obscenely at the tiny puckered lips of her anus. In her
blurred brain she was dimly aware of the sounds of the other dogs
barking and whining excitedly as though in a medley of applause and
bestial frustration. Oh, God, were they all watching her lewd surrender
to Wolf, she asked herself through her haze of confusion as the
champion brute's mouth opened and nibbled softly on her wet, dilating
pussy and lapped away the final reserves of her resistance to the
strange bestial attack. All around her the general clamor and low
sexual whines in the kennel seemed to grow louder and Diane felt the
first needling worry and concern about the noise they were making.
Soon, soon she would have to escape ... somehow ... find a way to make
the dog release her ... to speak to him in a tone that would make him
obey.

The other dogs were setting up a raucous unbridled uproar and she knew
she had to do something right away.

"I mean it, get back, Wolf!" she shouted at the huge worked- up German
Shepherd whose head was thrashing unceasingly between her lewdly-spread
legs, his thick, hungrily-licking tongue slobbering voraciously in and
out, up and down and back and forth on the ravishing young woman's now
steadily-pulsating vaginal slit. "Back, boy! Please, please get back."

But her own voice betrayed her weakness and sounded even in her own
ears like a frail useless mewling that came from far away, a sound that
was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was fogged with
haziness and nothing was real to her but the teasing burning sensations
that flowered throughout her obscenely ravaged loins. The riotous
barking from the other pens went on, unabated, and she finally let her
head fall back on the hard-packed dirt as she at last admitted to
herself how hopeless it was to try to master her own wanton desire. She
knew now that she could do nothing but lie here and allow the lewd
incident to run its course, until the great German Shepherd was
finished with her and she had reached the unnatural climax that was
driving her nerves ruthlessly toward the point of breaking. She
labored, gasping for air and began to moan wickedly as she pressed her
involuntarily responding loins upwards, trying to make firmer contact
with the wet, excitedly swollen lips of her cunt up against the
passion- inciting hotness of the dog's hungrily drooling mouth.

Then ... just as her self-control was moments from deserting her
completely, "Get away from her, dog," a deep male voice sounded from
outside the kennel. In the next few moments, everything happened so
fast that the impassioned young blonde could barely comprehend it. The
huge dog, Wolf's, hotly-slaving mouth lifted immediately from her lust-
saturated loins, depriving her of the wildly rising sensation of the
animal tongue fucking up between the pink, wide-split edges of her
throbbing young pussy. Next, she heard the thin metallic click of the
gate to the pen as it opened, and a few seconds later, a pair of strong
calloused male hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her bodily from
behind, her heels dragging in the dirt. It all took place so quickly
that even the immense dog was surprised and had no time to snarl out
his protest at being cheated of his gorgeous human victim.

Diane's first, shock-dazed reaction was frustrated resentment that the
delicious erotic sensations had been so abruptly interrupted but then,
as she slowly regained her wits, a crippling tide of dismay and horror
flooded her consciousness. Scalding tears of shame overflowed from her
tightly-closed eyes as she searched her dazed brain for some kind of
excuse, some logical explanation, for her vile lascivious behavior. But
at least she was being rescued from this horrible, shameful ordeal by
her husband, the man whom she had been accusing of inconsideration and
selfishness for the last two days.

"Oh, Bill, Bill, thank God you're home," she sobbed wretchedly,
forgetting in her hysteria that he was not due to return home for
another two days. "Wolf trapped me, darling ... I--I couldn't get away
from him ... it was awful!"

"Well now, it didn't look that way to me, lady," a brusque masculine
voice drawled sarcastically from behind her. "Sure, you were fighting a
bit, that's true, but it looked to me like your hot little pussy was
twitching like a live wire."

Oh, my God! she groaned inwardly, realizing in that instant that it was
not Bill. How could it be? Her husband would not be back before
Wednesday at the earliest! At the sound of the unfamiliar voice,
Diane's girlish, fear-flushed face blanched pale white and she clutched
reflexively at the front of the soiled yellow robe that was bunched up
beneath her, attempting to cover her nakedness. Her eyes flew open
wide, blinking several times as she tried to focus through the blur of
her tears and the sudden blinding brilliance of the sunlight. She could
not identify the shadowy form towering above her still partially-
exposed body as she endeavored to draw her bathrobe around her on the
ground.

"Who--who are you?" she finally managed to ask in a stilted voice,
after she had concealed her exposed front from his leering view.

"I'm Jack Green, ma'am, and I'm the caretaker over at the Taylor
place," his mockingly-amused voice drifted down to her. "And listen,
you sure don't have to worry about covering yourself up for me. I don't
mind at all seeing the sweet young curves on a gal like you."

"Oh, no! You're a caretaker over at the Taylor place?" the embarrassed
young woman asked, truly flabbergasted by his announcement. My God, she
moaned, this on top of everything else! As if it were not bad enough to
be caught red-handed in such a humiliating position, her rescuer turned
out to be a common hired hand from a nearby estate! Not only that, the
man was rude and insulting, an oaf who was obviously incapable of
understanding the circumstances that had led up to her being in such a
compromising situation with their prize German Shepherd. She wrenched
herself up into a sitting position, curling her legs under the skirt of
her robe as she gathered the top of the garment more tightly together
over her upper torso.

"Now tell me, ma'am, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with being
just a caretaker?" Jack Green inquired in a sterner tone, his sarcastic
grin and the bantering sarcasm in his voice swiftly dissolving as he
stiffened his shoulders in indignation. "Maybe you'd like it better if
I put you back in there with that hot-blooded dog of yours?"

His ominous suggestion caused Diane to look up and carefully study the
man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to rescue her from the
lewd advances of the huge animal. Just the sight of the man, this Jack
Green, increased her sense of humiliation and debasement all the more.
His face had a rather grizzled appearance and he was well into middle-
age, perhaps forty-five or even fifty years old. He wore khaki trousers
and an ancient moth- eaten sweater that drooped sloppily down from his
broad but slouchy shoulders like a shapeless sheath of worn-out
drapery. As he stood there with his arms folded across his barrel
chest, the man's natural strength was apparent even though hidden under
his shaggy sweater. She remembered how easily he had dragged her out of
Wolf's kennel, as though she were a mere feather and no challenge
whatsoever to his well-tempered muscles. Another thing seemed curious
about this stranger: the wry, impertinent glint in his watery hazel-
colored eyes. It was certainly more independent and arrogant than that
she had seen as a child in the eyes of the servants who had been
employed by her father on their family estate. This Jack Green, an
unshaven man whose hair was greying, met her gaze evenly and made her
sheepish embarrassment of a few moments ago turn slowly into haughty
anger. Momentarily, she forgot her awkward state in relation to him and
felt her blood begin to boil with resentment at his insulting attitude
toward her.

"Thank you, Mr. Green, but I'm finished caring for the dogs this
morning," she said glacially as she rose to her feet and stood facing
him with a patronizing expression on her exquisitely featured face. In
a cold, measured tone of exaggerated formality, she added: "Actually, I
would like to know exactly why you're on our property. I must thank
you, of course, for your timely arrival and the help you gave me, but
I'm certain my husband would disapprove of a stranger wandering around
our grounds without permission."

"He's away, is he?" Jack grinned suggestively.

"Well, yes, he is ..." Diane blurted out, suddenly angry with herself
for volunteering information that was none of the caretaker's business
and might even threaten her safety. "But he's due back very soon ...
any time now."

"Is that so?" the middle-aged man smirked, nodding his head toward her
with a significant wink of one of his twinkling greenish-brown eyes. "I
wonder what he'd think if he'd found you in there with that horny dog
... I mean, if he turned up before, I did." The man's insulting gaze
raked over her soft curvaceous form and, although Diane clenched her
robe tightly around her nakedness, she could not quite avoid the
disturbing sensation that this lonely servant was staring right through
the material and devouring the naked curves of her body with his
burning eyes. This was really impossible, she rankled, her lush upper
lip arching slightly upward in ill-concealed distaste at the
caretaker's presence. One thing, she was relieved that Bill was not
here now, since he had been raised in a less sophisticated household
than she had been, and he had no real understanding of how to deal with
lower class people such as this common vulgar man. This Jack Green
should be put in his place--despite how undemocratic that might seem to
the blonde's less refined husband- -or perhaps she might not be able to
live down the awful mortification that she had undergone this morning.

Staring at some undefined point beyond the older man's unkempt grey
hair, she smiled faintly in a manner that she had often seen her
striking, well-brought-up mother smile when coping with insubordinate
servants.

"If you'll come to the house with me," Diane said frostily, "I'll pay
you a little something for your trouble this morning." Despite her
feigned reserve, she heard her voice waver slightly from the after-
effects of the unnerving experience she had just endured, but she
stretched her graceful aristocratic neck arrogantly straight, her head
held high, and turned on her heel to set off toward the house without
another word.

Standing in the grassy clearing near the dog, Wolf's, kennel, the
middle-aged man stared after her for a moment, his hazel eyes darkly
pensive as the beautiful, excitingly-shaped young woman's haughty words
registered fully in his mind. Despite his shabby clothes and generally
disheveled appearance, Jack Green was a proud man and had the single
distinction of being one of the earliest residents of the still
relatively undeveloped Oak Tree area. His father had cleared land and
worked hard to eke out a skimpy living from the untamed forest, and
Jack's own status as caretaker of the Taylor estate was no more than a
symbolic token of admiration and respect from the wealthy Taylor
urbanites who had purchased the property that old Mr. Green, Jack's
father, had never bothered to gain ownership of from the government.
Among the local citizens in sparsely-settled Oak Tree, Jack was
regarded as a bit of an eccentric and a loner but certainly not the
stupid clod that this prissy little blonde seemed to take him for.

The crow's-feet around his greenish eyes deepened as the wiry man
recalled how he had first seen this stuck-up little bitch as he had
been strolling through the woods this slightly hazy autumn morning.
Despite what had sounded like cries of terror at first, she had
actually been squirming like an over-heated little wanton on the dirt
floor of the kennel as that fired-up German Shepherd had lapped
ravenously at her stark-naked pussy. He felt his rancor kindling anew
as he remembered how she had treated him ... her cold, snobbish
dismissal of him and his willingness to be friendly ... and maybe even
more ... after he had helped her out of the dog's pen. It was just too
damned bad that she was such a tight-assed little slut, he frowned,
shaking his head disgustedly as he ambled off slowly toward the house
into which she had already disappeared. Hell, he had already been
courteous enough to service several of the lonely wives in Oak Tree
while their husbands were busy working in the city or out drinking with
their friends, and he had been eagerly looking forward to a pretty
young sexy addition to his personal rural harem.

After the interesting little show the gorgeous young blonde had staged
with that big stud dog, he had pretty well decided that he had just
discovered the prettiest, most available piece of ass for twenty miles
around. Now, though, his keen sense of frustration only added to the
annoyance that he already felt and he hoped to get her down flat on her
back and fuck her silly to even the score. He walked dourly through the
front entrance to the house, not even bothering to stamp the dew-soaked
leaves and caked mud from his heavy work boots before he trod across
the deep-pile beige carpet just inside the doorway.

Diane was waiting in the living room, wearing an impassive expression
on her face to conceal the consternation she felt as she sat primly in
an easy chair. Her yellow bathrobe was cinched tightly around her tiny

willowy waist as she rummaged with studied nonchalance through a purse
she had snatched off a peg on the clothes-horse in the entranceway.
Unfortunately, the purse contained little more than some loose change
and a dried-up container of mascara--nothing she needed to spruce up
her appearance in a hurry.

She lifted her eyes automatically when she heard her neighbor's hired
hand's heavy footsteps grow louder as he approached, her gaze
intensifying with glowering indigence as she watched the unkempt
character striding indifferently toward her, heedless of the trail of
muddy prints he was leaving behind him on the expensive carpet that she
and Bill had bought with her parents' generous cash wedding gift.

"Please, Mr. Green, the carpet!" she burst out in dismay, horrified at
the man's insolent lack of consideration, but before she could protest
further, he had already settled himself in his grimy old clothes on the
plush velour sofa that they had also purchased with a portion of her
parents' wedding gift of money. God, what a boorish man, she rankled,
and yet for some unknown reason she found herself wishing that she
could retreat to the bedroom and make herself presentable in a nice
dress as well as apply make-up to enhance her appearance ... anything
to give her more confidence with this crude, incorrigible man. Her
bedraggled-looking state, her robe still smudged from the floor of the
dog kennel, made her feel helpless and unable to do anything but stare
at him in exasperation.

As if things were not bad enough, here she was with only a few loose
coins and some useless cosmetic in her pocketbook. She had no idea how
in the world she was ever going to get rid of this disgusting man now--
not without something to give him as a little reward for his timely
arrival when she was at the mercy of Wolf's sexual attack upon her.

"Hey, why don't you just relax, honey?" Jack Green asked huskily,
grinning suggestively at her from his seat on the sumptuous couch.
"Let's just have a little drink together and be friends about this
whole thing. And if you really do want to give me something, how about
a good pup when that big hairy stud of yours decides to get interested
in something else besides your pretty little tail?"

"Friends?" Diane sputtered in fury and disgust at the shabby man's
unbelievably crude comments. In the space of a second, she remembered
just what kind of person he was, that he was lower class, and her anger
cooled slightly, gradually turning into a mere cold distaste for him.
Her eyes blazing blue with sparks of contempt, she spat out, "I don't
associate with people like you, Mr. ... Mr., whatever your name is."

Rising then, she crossed the room toward the bedroom, disappearing for
a few moments only to return with a bundle of garments that she had
grabbed out of a closet just inside the door. Hurling them across the
living room toward Jack, she shouted, "Here are some of my husband's
old shirts so you'll have something clean to wear--if you ever decide
to take a bath!" Then, pointing one trembling finger toward the front
door, she punctuated her insult by adding, "Now get out of our house
and don't ever trespass on this property again!"

The patiently-indulgent smile disappeared from the middle- aged man's
weather-toughened face as he slowly lifted himself from the now dust-
blemished couch. Diane shuddered and instinctively pulled her robe more
snugly around her throat as she felt his penetrating yellowish-brown
eyes roving boldly over her sensuous curves. He ignored the shirts that
lay in a rumpled heap on the floor where she had tossed them and walked
slowly across the spacious room toward the spot where the beautiful
twenty-one-year- old blonde stood quivering with uncertainty.

"You can keep those things, little lady," he informed her, pointing at
the shirts with a contemptuous glint in his eyes that was contrary to
the friendly drawling tone of his voice. "But there's something else of
your husband's I'd like to have ... something he doesn't seem to use
very much."

"I-I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Diane stammered feebly, a
sinking sensation growing suddenly in the pit of her stomach. The grim
realization was slowly dawning on her that this unusual man was not
responding as she had intended him to, that he was not at all
intimidated the way she had expected he would be.

"Yep, honey," he continued, a salaciously-knowing grin crossing his
face as he came closer to her nervously-trembling body, "you wouldn't
be half so mean ... and you sure as hell wouldn't be playing around
with that dog out there ... if you just got enough hard cock to satisfy
that tight little pussy of yours. As a matter of fact, I'd say that a
nice man-sized fuck would be a fine reward for saving you from that
damned animal out there. Wouldn't you say so, honey?"

Diane gaped incredulously at the ungroomed, foul-mouthed stranger, the
full meaning of his lewd words registering with a stunning impact on
her shock-numbed brain. Under her bathrobe, she felt the muscles of her
naked, unpantied tummy contract with dread and a chill helpless feeling
crept along the length of her spine. Still, though, she could not tear
her fixed gaze away from his face as he stood before her, his calloused
hand resting cockily on his hip as he waited for her answer to his
obscene proposition.

"You're ... you're crazy!" she finally gasped, reeling a little. "You
don't mean that you want me to ... to let you ... to ... to pay you
that way?"

The shoddily-dressed man chuckled in a vulgar tone at her obvious
distaste for him. Well, she would change her tune soon enough, he
assured himself with unswerving confidence as he felt his cock begin to
jerk to life in the crotch of his khaki trousers. His intrusive eyes
roved down the front of her robe, ogling the smoothly-rounded contours
of her large heaving breasts and her thinly-curved waist where the
yellow material of the housecoat flared outward over the luscious
swells of her perfectly-formed young hips. Christ, he gasped to
himself, there can't be a more perfect body than that, not anywhere,
not only for the perfection of every beautiful line but also for the
pure potential of untapped sexual energy that seemed to radiate from
it. Christ, she was a flawless little bitch and he could hardly wait to
get his hands on her soft white flesh, to turn her into a mindless mass
of animal lust like that dog had almost done a few minutes ago.
Actually, he had never had to take advantage of an unwilling woman in
his entire life but this little bitch's high and mighty attitude pissed
him off--especially since he had seen her almost having a wild session
with the big German Shepherd behind the house. Goddamn it, if a dog
could make her go crazy that way and make her forget all of her snotty
ways, she'd go absolutely berserk when her hot little cunt was stuffed
full of a real man's cock, the same one that had kept so many of the
so- called ladies and untouchable wives of Oak Tree happy and smiling
all this time.

"Yeah, baby, that's right. I'm going to fuck you," the middle-aged
caretaker informed her bluntly, relishing the expression of shocked,
unbelievable horror that distorted her proud young face. "I'm going to
fuck you until you beg for more, and you will too. They all do."

His filthy words made Diane want to scream, to cry out in disbelief, to
do anything to put a stop to the incredible series of events that had
victimized her ever since Bill had left on his business trip two days
ago. That this horrible unsavory character could even conceive of her
allowing him to use her body and commit adultery as though she were
some kind of common tramp was the greatest of all possible insults!

"You pig, you! You insane pervert!" she shrieked at him. "My husband
would kill you with his bare hands if he ever found out what you just
said!"

Jack exploded into a long convulsive quaking of gruff sadistic laughter
before he quipped, "You can just tell him that big dog stretched your
hot little pussy. Hell, he'd understand."

With a tiny cry of maddening frustration, the dazed young wife whirled
quickly around and made a break for the front door but her attempted
escape was stopped short by the older man's long, sinewy arm that
snaked out around her waist. She stood staring at him frantically, like
a wild animal at bay, then made a move to retreat backwards but her way
was blocked by the living room wall behind her.

"No, you can't do this to me, my husband will kill you, I told you!"
she gasped fearfully, her eyes searching desperately for another means
of escape. "No one but my husband has ever ... done it to me."

"Well, baby, there's a first time for everyone," the older man replied
callously, without the least sign of compassion, his lust-glazed eyes
traveling even more directly up and down her deliciously young
trembling form. An electric shock jolted her every nerve as she felt
his extended hand slither out and around her ribs and on down to the
flat plane of her tummy as he edged closer to her, his leathery
unshaven face now only inches from her own fear-twisted face. Traveling
down to the base of her tremulous belly, his rough fingertips rotated
in small teasing circles against the soft hair-covered mound of her
vagina, pressing against her robe until the fluffy fabric wedged into
the narrow crevice between her thighs. To her horror, the young wife
felt her knees buckle momentarily and yet somehow she managed to shake
the sudden giddiness enough to keep from toppling over onto the floor.

"Tell me, honey," the hired hand taunted as she leaned back against the
wall for support, "tell me that you don't want me to fuck the shit out
of you. You're still as hot as a firecracker from that big dog licking
your hot little cunt, aren't you?"

Diane stiffened as though suddenly she had been doused with ice water.
Her lush mouth fell open loosely and her blue eyes widened in utter
horror as she felt the faint beginnings of betrayal in her own young
body add to her sense of helplessness against this crudely arrogant
man. She felt his powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his
big rough hands slipping down further to encompass the full rounded
spheres of her buttocks. The blood rushed hotly to her face at the
horrible shame of having this complete stranger pawing her tensed fear-
stricken body with his hands, hands that were heedless of her mounting
dread.

"Stop it, stop it, do you hear me? I'll scream for help," she
threatened futilely.

"You go right ahead, little lady. Scream your head off, because
nobody's going to hear you but those dogs out there," he grinned evilly
into her lovely face, adding, "I locked your furry boyfriend's pen
before I came in, so don't count on him to cheat you out of the fucking
I'm going to give you."

She could do nothing but gawk at him, aghast, searching for some tell-
tale sign of mercy in the caretaker's face, but there was nothing but
lust in his features and she quaked helplessly as his teasing fingers
massaged and stroked her cringing, tightly- clenched buttocks as he
pulled her more firmly against the huge bulge in the crotch of his
trousers. God, why was he doing this terrible thing to her? she groaned
to herself. Desolately, she wondered how she would ever be able to face
her husband, Bill, again after all that had happened during the seeming
eternity since he had left to scout for additional breeding stock.

Even through the layers of their clothing, the shuddering girl could
feel the intruder's lust-aroused penis rising to greater hardness
against the soft plane of her belly, its hot pulsating rigidity sending
little shivers of unwanted excitement shimmering up through the walls
of her vagina. If only she could clear her head she might be able to
think of a way to escape from this debasing situation ... She had only
been doing her job, feeding the dogs, when suddenly everything had gone
haywire and something strange had taken control of her life, tearing
its control from her hands ... And now, she could hardly think of
anything but the insistent pressure of the hidden rod of flesh jabbing
out and throbbing suggestively against her tender vulnerable flesh.

Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was
powerless against his greater strength and slowly he lowered his head
until his lips closed over hers, completely engulfing her soft pink
mouth, his tongue working deep between her lips and into the warmth
between her teeth. She moaned weakly as his big hands jerked her pelvis
more tightly forward against his, the harsh throbbing bulge at his
loins causing an uncontrollable flutter of excitement to ripple through
her soft flesh and center in her helplessly tingling vagina. The
caretaker suddenly reached up with one hand and pinched hard against
the soft rubbery nipple of her right breast through her robe igniting a
flash of mixed pain and pleasure in the futilely-struggling young
woman's captive body. She uttered a low helpless groan which was
quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his saliva-moistened lips
clamping down hard over hers once again.

Great surges of fiery shame washed over her as she felt the forbidden
pleasure of the man's experienced touch relentlessly overcoming her
desire to resist him. After these last few days of constant sexual
stimulation and frustration, she felt her passion snowballing suddenly,
beginning to drown out her fear and intense humiliation. Her breath
caught in her soft milky throat as she felt the man, Jack Green's,
invading hand slip audaciously under the front of her robe, slithering
lizard-like up and down over the smooth fleecy flesh of her quivering
hips. He let his hand brush lightly several times over the blonde
curling strands of her pubic mound, his fingers pressing gently but
insistently on the outer flanges of her pink swelling pussy-lips. She
groaned and quailed with each gently pressured touch against her
tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to gain control over
the flowing tide of passion creeping through her passion-inflamed body.

"N-no ... no, p-please, don't," she beseeched him weakly as she felt
the grey-haired man's strong hand burrowing deeper into the crevice
between her tightly-clenched thighs. Suddenly his thick blunt finger
began to trace the thin, pink-furrowed slit of her naked cunt and,
against her conscious will, her muscles began gradually to relax until
her legs opened slightly to his touch.

Diane's slender hands flew up to his powerful shoulders, her long nails
digging into his tough flesh through his ragged sweater. Even as a
brief sensation of repulsion swept over her, lascivious waves of
involuntary desire spiraled crazily through her burning loins and in
her belly as he parted the soft sparse pubic hair and slowly,
deliberately, teased his middle finger deep up between her warm moist
vaginal lips.

"Oooooooh, God nooooooo," she moaned in protest even though she sensed
her own sexually-aroused dampness spreading from the unwanted
excitement that was taking over her entire being and she bit down on
her lip to hold back the noises of delight that were rising up from
deep in her graceful throat.

Heated tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her flushed cheeks as
the horrified young housewife suddenly recognized that her traitorous
body was actually giving in to the thrill of this man's fingers probing
into her hotly throbbing vagina. Her eyes closed despairingly as her
hips began to thrust slowly back and forth of their own volition,
matching the lewd rhythm of his teasing finger-fucking up between her
slightly-spread legs.

"That's the spirit, honey," he crooned triumphantly in her ear. "You're
starting to like old Jack, eh? That tight little cunt of yours is
getting nice and wet just like it does for your hubby. You're about
ready for me to fuck you now, aren't you?"

Diane could not speak. Words of indignant horror formed in her tortured
brain but died in her throat, lost in the sensual shock of his thick
fingers teasing and flicking mercilessly around her now hotly quivering
clitoris. Her shamelessly aroused young body jerked responsively as she
unwillingly allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper into the waves of
delectable sensation that were coursing through her. Every muscle in
her exquisite body was taut as she unconsciously worked her loins
forward now toward the maddening probe between her open legs.

"Well?" he demanded again, thrusting his finger up into the tightness
of her pussy walls with a quick, unexpected rush that shocked the
breath out of her lungs. "Do you want to fuck, honey?"

"Oh, God," she moaned, miserably torn between her guilt and her female
body's electric demands. "I ... oooooh."

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that," he chuckled knowingly as
he felt her supple young pussy muscles rippling excitedly around his
buried finger. Bringing his other hand up to clutch at her long flaxen
blonde hair, he drew her tear-streaked face back to him and kissed her
wetly, his thick wet tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his fingers
began to torturously tease up into her quivering cunt once more. Then
Diane felt him begin to pull her across the room, slyly edging her
captured body toward the plush red velour couch as he continued to
deftly titillate her excitement-drenched vagina. Somewhere in her
anguished brain she knew that the moment of her ultimate defilement and
subjugation was drawing ever closer but she could no longer find the
will to resist. There was nothing she could do but moan defenselessly
as his hands took the most indecent liberties with her helpless young
body, causing convulsive little twitches of unwanted delight to race
through her glistening wet genitals.

"Let's take that rag off you, honey," he whispered hoarsely into her
ear. "I want to get another good look at what I'm gonna put my cock
in."

Diane hung her head in shame and did not even struggle as she felt him
tear open the knot of her belt and slip her fluffy yellow robe down
over her naked shoulders. She closed her eyes, deliberately refusing to
think about what was happening to her, assisting him by her passive
submission until she felt her single protective garment fall into a
soft, useless heap down around her slender ankles. As the cool air of
the room rushed over her beautiful naked body, she heard the older
man's sharp intake of breath. His big work-hardened hands clutched
hotly at her full heaving breasts, kneading, squeezing, rolling the
tiny pink nipples until they became hard and distended, throbbing
almost painfully under his fingers. Finally she felt his wet, passion-
heated mouth encircling one of the tiny erected tips, his tongue
flicking maddeningly over the taut point of flesh. And then his hands
left her swelling breasts, drawing his fingers down along her ribs to
her hips to push her gently down on her back onto the sofa. Her eyes
were still clenched shut against the harsh reality of what was
occurring in her own living room as the young wife lay motionless and
defeated on the plush cushions of the couch. She could hear a rustling
of clothes as he undressed beside her.

There was nothing left for her to do now but submit, she thought
numbly, as she lay completely naked in the muted light of the living
room. Where could she run without any clothes on and who would ever
believe her if she tried to explain exactly what had happened to her?
Her own husband already thought that she was silly and self-indulgent,
she thought bitterly, so why not give in to the selfish desires that
were coursing through her blood-stream like a conscience-killing drug?
And yet she did not want this ... this horrible, older man forcing her
to satisfy his lewd desires with the softness of her body. No, no, she
couldn't go through with this! It wasn't right for a married woman to
commit adultery like this, no matter what the circumstances.

Suddenly her wandering mind was forced back to the reality of the
present by the knowledge that another weight was settling down on the
couch, down below where her long white legs dangled uselessly over the
edge of the cushions to the floor below. She felt harsh hands grasping
her right ankle, lifting it high in the air and finally placing it down
high over the back of the sofa. The springs squeaked as he crawled
between her now widely-parted young thighs, causing her to stiffen in
apprehension of the brutal rape she knew was about to begin at any
moment.

"All right, honey, let's open up those baby-blue eyes," he commanded
gloatingly. "I've got something I want you to see."

She obeyed slowly and reluctantly. She saw him kneeling between her
wide-spread thighs that he, himself, had spread open, his sinewy body
completely naked now and his weathered face twisted in a lewd salacious
grin. Her gaze trailed downward along his broad muscular torso to the
thick hardened penis standing out from beneath the little overhang of
his slightly paunchy belly.

Her eyes began to widen in mounting revulsion and frightened disbelief
as she visually measured the abnormally large penis that pointed toward
the ceiling like the shaft of a large menacing weapon. God, it was
enormous!


Jack Green stared directly into her awe-rounded eyes and his licentious
smirk broadened as his hand lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised
foreskin back and forth over the hard blood-engorged head.

"Think it's big enough, baby?" he asked her, a triumphant gleam burning
in his eyes. "Now, aren't you glad that your hubby's not home?"

At the sound of his cruelly-taunting voice, loathing and nausea swept
over her again, nearly destroying the erotic sensations that possessed
her. Even so, she could not help but gape at the massive size and
thickness of the fleshy hardness dominating her vision. She sensed that
the middle-aged man was enjoying the devilish brutality that he was
subjecting her to but she could not tear her incredulous gaze from the
heavily-veined rod of male cock-flesh that he was still holding and
stroking in his hand.

Still, she could barely believe its fantastic size and wondered how any
normal woman could safely take such a huge thing inside of her without
stretching her vagina unbearably. She tried to imagine that great
monster buried inside the narrow, hair- fringed folds of her tight
young pussy and a quiver of paralyzing fear coursed through her.

"It's ... oh, God, it's too big," the blonde-haired girl managed to
stutter in a last ditch effort to voice her resistance.

Jack Green continued to massage the granite-hard tower of flesh,
slowly, tantalizingly. "That's what all the wives around here say ...
the first time," he leered at her. "But you're going to take every inch
of it, honey, every hard throbbing inch of this big baby ..."

Once again, the tears dribbled down Diane's flushed cheeks as she
realized that there was no appealing to this vile man. He was not her
sensible Bill, nor any of the other men who had jumped to fulfill her
every wish all her life. She tried to steel her senses for what she
knew was to come, refusing to listen to his insulting words and filthy
implications any longer. Her anguished brain was too occupied with the
hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of knowing that
there was no escape, that she must endure his lewd assault. With Bill
gone away, she was utterly alone and subject to this man, Jack Green's,
every ruthless wish.

"I'm going to make you lick my balls before I'm finished with you," he
rasped down at her. "You're going to cry for me to fuck that snobbish
little cunt of yours ... beg me to bury this cock so deep up in your
high and mighty little belly that you'll be able to taste it ... just
wait and see!"

"Please, please, don't," she begged pitifully, trying a last time to
appeal to his conscience but knowing as she looked into his rugged,
triumphantly-smiling face that he would show no more mercy to her than
he would to any common whore that he had paid for off the streets. She
whimpered in terror as he crawled up over her prostrate spread-eagled
body, pinioning her shoulders to the cushions with his strong arms and
hands. Then he lowered his head and sucked the tiny, erect nipple of
one breast into his mouth, biting into it painfully until her nakedly-
trembling buttocks writhed in agony beneath him.


Chapter 4

Diane lay unmoving beneath him, her fear-clouded eyes fixed on the
workings of his mouth as he blurted out the obscene filth to her, its
lewdness penetrating and echoing throughout her dazed brain.

"Now take it in your hand, honey and guide it into that hot little
pussy of yours," he ordered, his sex-glazed eyes gleaming sadistically
down at her.

"No ... no ... I can't."

"Put it in, you stuck-up little cunt," he snarled in furious impatience
at her hesitation. "Do it now or I'll slap you silly."

Diane had no doubt that he meant what he said. Trembling with dread and
humiliation, she reached down between their bodies with one hand and
encircled his thick throbbing cock with her soft white fingers. A
sudden cowering expression crossed over her face anew as she felt for
the first time the true size of the mammoth rock-hard shaft.

"Oh, God ... God, I can't. It's too big ... please ..."

The grey-haired caretaker opened his mouth to torment her further, then
quickly decided that he could stand this waiting no longer. With a
savage grunt, he grabbed her parted legs behind the knees and shoved
them roughly all the way back against her tightly-pinned shoulders,
dropping his weight on her body to hold her fast. His long rigid cock
brushed against the soft down of her pubic hair as her slim delicate
ankles wedged tightly around behind his head. He could look down
between their prone bodies and see her upturned young ass-cheeks
completely exposed to his lusting view. The narrow cunt-slit was
visibly throbbing as he held the moist pink furrow wide apart with the
outward pressure of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.

Diane trembled, her brain whirling with a confused mixture of fear and
anticipation as she felt the hugeness of the older man's fleshy
hardness lying on the full length of her helplessly-open vaginal slit.
Her eyes widened in a sudden, unexpected delight at the sensation of
this first soft rubbery contact against the smooth sensitive edges of
her naked pussy. The blunt jerking head of his cock rested pulsing
between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up
and down, in a maddening teasing motion as her soft smooth hips jerked
involuntarily upward and she felt the rubbery mushroom-shaped tip slip
hotly down over her distended clitoris. The young blonde housewife
clenched her teeth tightly together, fighting with all her will against
the subtle titillating sensation that was gradually firing all her
senses again. Her shame and mortification slipped gradually out of her
consciousness as the man gently moved his lower torso, sliding his long
thick cock back and forth over the sensitive exposed flesh of her
vaginal lips.

She groaned again, praying that her body would not betray her further
as it almost had earlier out in the kennel with the dog, but his expert
ministrations on the tender, unprotected parts of her defenseless body
were already forcing her into surrender. After a long moment of
desperate struggle within her blurred and confused mind, the flood
gates of her sexual desire burst open once again. All the hurt and
frustration she had been holding secretly within herself ever since her
husband, Bill, had begun to seem more interested in his dogs than in
her, suddenly reached a peak and she knew that she could not wait one
more moment for the desperately-needed release that she had been trying
to cope with so unsuccessfully. It didn't even matter now that his man,
this stranger, was dirty and unshaven, that he had sadistically
tormented her in her weakest moments ... nothing mattered but the long
thick length of hard flesh teasing mercilessly at the thin hair-fringed
mouth of her cock-starved vagina.

Shamelessly abandoning the last of her scruples, she ground her wide-
spread buttocks upward toward his huge, heavily-throbbing penis, her
hungry wet cunt searching desperately for the bulging blood-filled tip.

Oh, God, no matter whose it was, she had to have it in her!

Frantically, Diane reached down between the softly-gyrating cheeks of
her ass and tightly grasped the full length of the rock- hard penis,
heedless now of the threat of its size as she felt it throbbing
excitingly in her fingers. This was what her body was screaming for!
Being careful not to scratch the precious fleshy hardness, she
carefully guided it up into the cleft of her buttocks and wedged the
thick pulsing cock-tip in between the wetly-swollen lips of her cock-
starved pussy. She held it there with one hand and placed the other on
Jack's backside, drawing him downward with all of her girlish strength
to push him into her blazing hot pussy, to quench the gnawing need that
was driving her completely insane with animal lust.

The caretaker grinned obscenely down at her beautiful, flawless face.
It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward to skewer the
squirming little bitch's cunt on his painfully aching cock but the
desire to punish her for her disdainful attitude when he had tried to
be friendly with her, overcame his immediate passion. He wanted to see
her suffer a little, to realize just how much she truly wanted a long
hard male cock to be shoved into her proud little belly. Haughty and
spoiled, she was a classic example of the type of city people who were
unthinkingly changing the sylvan peacefulness of Oak Tree into just
another characterless suburb and this wild fucking he was going to give
her might be the best opportunity he would ever have to wreak vengeance
on the people who were ruining his beloved woods. Besides, if anyone
ever needed to be taught a lesson, this arrogant little blonde
housewife did. Well, he would do it; he would fuck her until she
couldn't even walk. The lewd satisfying thought caused him to flick his
hips forward, pushing his cock- head harder against her naked young
cunt.

Diane gasped as she felt the super-sensitized lips of her now hotly
tingling vagina being forced wider apart. The tight elastic opening
momentarily resisted the hard cruel pressure of the older man's
bluntly-pressuring cock-head, then suddenly gave way, allowing the huge
blood-filled tip to slip just up inside. The pain was excruciating and
she automatically resisted, whimpering out loud at the monstrous
painful intrusion into her tightly- clenched cuntal channel.

The hired hand felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her
soulful protest and he was unable to conceal the evil grin that
immediately formed on his lips.

He shoved again.

"Oooooooh, noooooo stop, you're hurting me!" Diane screamed. Her
upthrust legs jerked spasmodically on either side of his heavy body,
kicking futilely into the air to escape the cruel impalement. She
stared pleadingly up into the grey-haired man's face but found no pity
or compassion in his expression, only a sadistic lust that made her
blood run cold.

Slowly, he forced his massive span of lust-hardened flesh into her
constricting inner passage, filling her moist, vainly resisting cuntal
cavern inch by inch. Jack Green could barely contain the excitement
that the helplessly protesting young housewife gave him as he slowly
and relentlessly penetrated further and further into her futilely-
resisting cunt and again and again he flexed his hips against her wide-
split loins, until at last, he could stand it no longer.

He had to fuck the snooty little bitch and right away!

He rammed brutally forward, dropping his weight down on her, smashing
her full, firm breasts flat beneath his powerful chest as he rammed his
hips forward at the same time. His thick hard cock plunged into her
moist, squirming cunt with the cruel force of a battering ram, bruising
the soft tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling waves
before it. There was no stopping it until he felt his balls smack
resoundingly against her tiny wincing anus that had screwed itself deep
down into the cushion in an attempt to escape the sudden vicious
impalement.

"Oh, my God, you're ripping me apart! Aaaaaaaaggggh!" she wailed, her
skewered form pinned helplessly to the sofa. Her arms were
outstretched, palms against his hips, trying to ward off the blood-
filled head of the prick that pressed like a hot heavy rock against her
fragile womb. Her vagina felt battered and stretched as though she had
been impaled on a sawed-off young sapling tree. In agony, she fought
the hard, fleshy invasion, squeezing tightly together the muscles of
her helplessly-upturned buttocks to keep the rampaging prick from
burying itself further into her tortured young pussy but with every
struggling movement the hugely throbbing cock-head seemed to burrow
even more deeply into her. The man's outstretched arms held her
shoulders pressed tightly to the cushions, his wide-spread knees
wedging her quaking thighs far apart. She felt as though her body was
being torn down the middle, that the fiery cock had gone all the way up
past her breasts and was about to come out of her throat.

The heavily breathing man's lips curled into a lascivious grin as he
saw her face cloud with the pain of his first cruel lunge into her.
Glancing down between their joined bodies, he could see his greying
pubic hairs tangled lewdly with her golden blonde ones, the gleaming
base of his tremendous cock buried to the hilt between the moist, curl-
lined lips of her wide-stretched vagina. He only wished that he could
record this moment in a photograph, so that the aristocratic little
bitch would never be able to deny, even to herself, that she had been
spread-eagled and fucked senseless this way by what she thought was
only a low class caretaker. By God, he was certainly making her scream
and yell, and he was about to give her a fuck that she would never
forget for as long as she lived.

Beneath him Diane struggled uselessly against the agony of his sudden
forced entry. Though she tried desperately to push it out by flexing
the muscles within her straining pussy, each throb of her insides
seemed only to excite him more and he plowed even deeper into her wide-
split cuntal passage. She could feel his huge sperm-laden balls lying
down against the tiny, softly-flexing lips of her rectum as he lay
buried deep up inside her futilely- straining belly. There was not one
ridge or vein on the mighty hammer-headed cock that she could not feel
as the tender wet walls of her cunt clasped around it like a tight-
fitting elastic sleeve. At the very end of her anguished vaginal
passage, she could feel the huge rubbery tip throbbing against her
cervix like a second heart in her body. The gentle pulsing of the thick
shaft within her sent tiny jolts of pain and faint pleasure flitting
through her trembling body and she moaned softly beneath him.

The naked man felt the slight throbbing pressure she exerted against
his deeply-buried penis and smiled delightedly at the hot sensual
urgency he felt. He had waited patiently for this and hovered
motionless over her quivering prostrate form until she became
accustomed to his thickness rammed far up inside her white little
belly. Still not moving his body, he flexed his heavy, blood-filled
prick inside her, stretching her vaginal walls ever further apart.

"Ooooooh, God, noooo," she whimpered, her eyes tightly shut as she
fought the fine line of pleasure-pain.

He throbbed the stiff rod again in the hot-channeled depths of her
tight narrow passage, watching her wincing face below.

She groaned again, but more softly as she felt the embedded cock
expanding the tight-stretched walls of her throbbing passageway.

"Ooooh," she gasped breathlessly as the older man flexed again.

"Noooooooooo, pleeeeeease," she pleaded, her eyes clamped tightly shut
as she seesawed between the tiny throbs of pleasure and the lingering
pain. He flexed the stiff rod again deep in the interior depths of her
cunt, relishing the responsive grimace of pain that distorted her now
slightly-perspiring face. She groaned again but this time with less
suffering in her tone as she felt the deeply-embedded cock expand and
press outward against the tight-stretched lining of her vagina.

"Gaaaaawwd," she gasped breathlessly as he flexed again and again,
setting a teasing rhythmic pattern to his tormenting movements. Her
pain-tensed face relaxed slowly and he could feel slight, still-
uncertain answering throbs around the pulsing head of his deeply
imbedded prick as her prostrate body began to slowly respond to the
maddening flexing of his member. She groaned helplessly beneath him as
her smooth, milk-white buttocks began the gradual involuntary rolling
that signaled the unmistakable rekindling of the uncontrollable fires
smoldering deep in her naked loins. He could barely contain himself as
he felt her hungrily-nibbling young cunt begin to clench tightly around
his achingly-hard penis.

Diane could also sense her soft warm body reacting, sparking into the
beginnings of an ecstasy that she had never known before. The agonizing
pain had given way to another sensation, a deep thrilling tingle that
rose from deep in her womb and seemed to saturate her entire body with
an urgent need to have even more of the brutal impaling cock deep up
inside her viciously-filled belly. Her smooth silken flesh seemed
totally alive now with lewdly swirling sensations that throbbed out in
tiny dancing waves across her white skin from her head to her toes each
time the huge buried penis lurched far up in her belly. A burning need
centered hotly in her upraised loins, making her heavily-filled cunt
involuntarily dilate and twitch around the rock-like pole that was
stuffed into her. She wanted more of it, wanted to feel the swollen
cock drilling in and out of her moist hungry passage. Instinctively,
she drove her young buttocks upward, grinding herself against his
pelvis but he remained motionless, above her, his weight pressing her
back down into the cushions. She could not move and she felt like she
was about to go out of her mind with the fiery frustration that blazed
inside of her helplessly- pinioned body.

"Oh, please, please, do something," she gasped, looking pleadingly up
into the unshaven face above her. She saw a sadistic grin of lewd
delight crease the caretaker's weathered face.

"Did you say something, little lady?" he taunted, sending a
particularly forceful throb into the very depths of her being.

"Oooooooh," she breathed helplessly, as she rotated her lush young hips
up around the hard fleshy rod. The dilated lips surrounding her pink
wet slit nibbled hungrily at the inflated prick, sliding moistly down
the penis for several inches then working slowly back up until his
curling dark pubic hair meshed with hers and the full length of him was
again embedded deep in her softly heaving belly.

"What? What did you say?" he insisted mercilessly, pulling his muscular
loins a teasing few inches away from her. He watched gleefully as she
strained upward, trying to capture his length again as he kept pulling
his monstrous, wetly-glistening cock just out of her reach.

"Oh, God, please do it to me," the distraught girl begged, her eyes
wide and pleading.

"You mean you want me to fuck you?" he demanded loudly. "Say it! Tell
me to fuck your cunt!"

"Oh, no, I can't! I just can't," she moaned. This, Diane knew, would be
the final humiliating surrender. Her resistance this way was the last
thing she had left. She couldn't let him have the satisfaction of
hearing her grovel and beg for him to do it to her. After that, there
would be no escaping the fact that she had wanted it as much as the
caretaker did and she would never be able to face herself or her
husband again.

"Do you like that?" he mocked her, rubbing the broad rubbery tip of his
thick cock up and down the full length of her hungrily- starving pussy.
"Doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh, God, yessss," she gasped.

"Do you want me to stop now?" he demanded, throbbing the huge fleshy
shaft just up inside her hotly-contracting pussy. He flexed it harder
and harder. "Do you?"

"No ... Yes ... Ooooooooh, I don't know! No, no, don't stop. Don't
stop!"

"Then beg me, bitch," he snarled, losing patience with this waiting for
her surrender. With a low growl, he grabbed her naked shoulders and dug
his fingers painfully into their ivory softness. As he roughly shook
her trembling body, he commanded again, "Say the words!"

"Oooooooh, nooooo, I can't ... nooooo ..." she moaned, but even as she
uttered the words, the overpowering knowledge of her guilt and
helplessness melted her last defenses and she knew it was useless to
struggle anymore. Though her own weakness sickened and repulsed her,
the urgent demands of her aroused body had completely conquered her
protesting conscience. It was no longer a matter of right and wrong.
All that mattered was that she wanted him now, now, wanted his lust-
hardened cock to be set in motion to match the desperate desire that
was churning within her. At last, through tightly-clenched teeth, she
hissed bitterly, "All right ... fuck me right now. FUCK ME!"

As she closed her eyes in humiliated defeat the older man's face
twisted into an obscene smirk of victory. Savoring his sweet revenge,
he levered himself up into a push-up position and slowly withdrew his
deeply-imbedded length until only the bloated mushroom-like head still
rested within the moistly glistening lips of her tender young pussy.
His anger was quickly forgotten as he felt the intoxicating friction of
his massive gleaming staff against the smooth moist walls of her cunt
and as a new wave of intense passion pulsed through him, he gathered
all his muscular strength and rammed forward again, the broad fleshy
head of his thick cock pushing the soft flesh of her warmly-welcoming
cuntal channel before it like buttered velvet, until the entire length
was buried once more in her wide-stretched pussy.

This time there were no cries or pleas for mercy, only the throaty
animal sounds of a lustful woman reaching out for pleasure. To his
delight, Jack Green felt the aroused young housewife's trembling hands
snaking up around his body to clasp around behind his buttocks, pulling
at his tightly-clenched muscles to draw him even deeper into her aching
belly. Confident now of her unconditional submission, he began to
slowly grind his loins up between her open thighs, pistoning his great
thick cock in and out of the tightly-clenched cavern that was now wet
and slippery from the delicious young blonde's unchained passion. The
velour sofa shook and squeaked wildly beneath them as Diane jerked
herself desperately up to meet his every slamming thrust, grinding her
nakedly-writhing buttocks higher and higher to get more and more of his
wonderfully-skewering cock deeper up inside her.

Her neighbor looked victoriously down to see the thin soft ridges of
her pink cuntal flesh pulling outward with every outstroke and then
disappearing back into her as his moist glistening length was swallowed
whole back into the tight, greedily-working opening. He slowed,
fascinated by the utter abandon of her labors as she strained against
him, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her curving red lips.
Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrusts
becoming more urgent, and he knew that she was straining to cum. The

inner fluids of her hotly-milking vagina were beginning to flow and he
could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out fucking movement of
his huge jack-hammering cock driving in and out of her freely. Suddenly
her back arched almost a foot off the jiggling sofa and she bucked
wildly against him.

"Oh, God, yes ... yes, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming!" she wailed. "Oh, fuck
it! Fuck it harder, fuck it harder!!!"

With a deep-throated groan, her desperately-writhing body began to
quiver uncontrollably, creamy viscous fluids oozing out from her hot
vibrating pussy to cover his impaling rod with its sticky warmth. It
trickled down the valley between her smooth rounded buttocks and over
his still sperm-loaded balls that smacked hard and noisily down against
the tiny brown-puckered ring of her anus.

The middle-aged man lost the last of his self-control as the young
blonde wife of his neighbor jerked spasmodically against him, trickling
the last of her orgasmic juices against his hair- matted pelvis. He
reached up, grabbing her ankles and pushing them viciously back over
her shoulders until she cried out from the pain of her inhumanly-bent
body. Half mad now with lust, he pulled his deeply-buried prick from
her until only its excitedly- oozing tip penetrated the soft swollen
lips of her vagina. Then he rammed forward with all of his stored-up
strength, burying the full throbbing length of his sex-incited cock
deep into her wholly-exposed pussy. The slap of his sperm-bloated balls
slamming against her upturned buttocks resounded loudly throughout the
room.

She had had her fun and now it was his turn.

Clamping his mouth tightly over hers, he slipped his tongue deep
between her open lips, muffling the gasps forming in her throat. His
broad shoulders pushed against the back of her symmetrical-rounded
calves, locking her in that defenseless position as he fucked deeper
and deeper into her. Snaking his sun-bronzed hands beneath her whitely-
grinding buttocks, he tightly grasped each full soft cheek of her ass,
cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, squeezing the warm fleshy
orbs and pulling them wide apart.

He began long hard strokes into her seething vagina and the quivering
walls, lubricated from her climax, clasped hungrily around the fleshy
hot rod, slithering up moistly to devour its length all the way to the
hilt. His sperm-filled balls slapped into the dampness between her
buttocks and his own breathing came in short angry bursts. The sight of
her magnificent young breasts dancing wildly with the buffeting her
lower body was undergoing, the tightly erect pink nipples bobbing
before his eyes, made him plunge even more deeply, driving her several
inches back on the soft cushions and making her neck arch with the
sudden lewdly- inciting sensation.

"Oh, yesssss, ooooh," Diane groaned out her submission to the obscene
sensations racing through her cruelly ravished young body. There was no
longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through
her veins. She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings and
even the agonizing thought of her total surrender to this perfect
stranger she had met only a half an hour ago sent lascivious chills of
increased desire prickling around the base of her spine as she
responded to the measured rhythm of the caretaker's heavy cock driving
in and out of her now- voluntarily-upturned loins. She could feel each
movement of the huge fleshy shaft in her hotly-clasping cunt walls, the
giant head slithering up and down the warm slippery passageway, and
hear the sharp slap of his bloated balls against her tiny hairless anus
as he lunged forward with each in-stroke. Maddening rushes of cool air
eddied between her wide-splayed thighs each time he withdrew, teasingly
cooling the thin rivulets of sweat that trickled hotly down from his
powerfully straining loins.

Her womb flared and the now completely unresisting lips of her hair-
lined vaginal furrow flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her
secret genitals. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under her
legs to slip around his back. Her fingernails clawed a red-streaked
path down to his muscularly-flexing buttocks as she pulled him deep and
thrust her fleece-covered cuntal mound up hard to skewer herself
deliciously on the hotly-driving hot flesh of his wildly-pumping cock.
She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that was shoved deep in
her throat through the older man's widely-opened lips and in the lewd
excitement, she swallowed greedily the droplets of his saliva that ran
down it. Her body began to match his pounding lunges with her own
rhythmic thrashing.

The heavily-straining sofa squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly-
entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sound of deep
straining grunts and groans filled the sunlit living room, mingling
with the flat smacking sounds of sweat-soaked flesh banging against
sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous slurp of his pile-driving cock
ramming in and out of her slippery, passion- drenched cunt.

"Christ, honey, you're a good fuck," the caretaker grunted, fucking
faster and faster into her with a maniacal frenzy, his heavy-lidded
eyes filmed over by the force of his sexual excitement. He could feel
his hot white cum boiling up in his heated balls as they beat hard
against her uptilted ass. He was ready to explode. He savagely shoved
his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled
the wide-spread cheeks of her hungrily-grinding buttocks hard up
against his jack- hammering pelvis as he rammed his expanding cock all
the way to the hilt inside her soft, now gratefully-welcoming cunt.

Diane was rocketing to a new and thrilling height of pleasure and her
breath whistled and rasped from her throat in short cries of passion.
He fucked mercilessly into her willing vagina and with the depth of
each lunge, she screamed from the sheer lust and pleasure that she
felt. The young blonde housewife could feel her insides stretching
painfully as the head of the deeply-sunk cock suddenly flared into a
hugeness that threatened to tear her belly wide open and then it began
to spurt out its thick creamy load like a firehose gone wild!

She could feel the delicious hot white liquid shooting into her like
molten fire. The pores of her cunt clasped around it, absorbing it,
erupting in reply! Again her cum juices flowed out around his jerking
prick.

This was what she had been needing for so long and now she could not
bear the idea that it might ever stop. Reaching frantically around
under her hungrily-squirming buttocks with both hands, she began to
desperately milk at the excitedly-emptying balls pressed tightly into
the split of her wide-spread buttocks. Her long shapely legs kicked
out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of his heavily
plunging body. The huge, rhythmically-throbbing cock continued to jerk
out its orgasm, the white hot spurts filling her womb to the bursting
point and foaming back out of the hotly-contracting lips locked so
tightly around it.

"Oh, fill me, fill me some more," she babbled incoherently. The smooth
hot walls of her cunt clasping and unclasping wildly at him, milking at
the jerking male organ like a sucking starving mouth, until it gave one
last spasmodic jerk, the last drop sucked dry from it.

The exhausted man collapsed limply across her wetly sweating young
body, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his rapidly-
deflating cock. It seemed to go on forever until, at last, she too
sighed and quivered to limp stillness. Her legs fell lifelessly out on
either side of his semen-drained body and one arm dangled wearily over
the edge of the couch. Her still warmly-contracting young belly was
filled to the point of bursting with the obscene mixture of their hot
sticky cum.

Green lay panting for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly
dragged himself off the exhausted young housewife's still form, his
almost limp cock sliding slowly and wetly out of her battered and
bruised cunt. Diane's blue eyes fluttered open at the withdrawal and
she felt an immediate sense of loss until she remembered what had
happened and who was standing beside the couch on which she lay.

A sudden spasm of horror and shame took hold of her mind as she
imagined how she must look, lying there exposed, her belly sperm-
filled, next to a strange man standing nakedly over her. Raising her
head, she could see that they were still obscenely connected by a thin
gleaming string of sticky sperm that stretched downward from the head
of his limply hanging cock and across her thigh to disappear down the
blonde curling valley between her thighs. It pulled taut and then broke
as he turned away to pick up his grayish cotton shorts that lay on the
floor beside the couch.

"How'd you like it, honey?" the naked middle-aged man grinned
pervertedly as he stepped into his underpants. "Now, aren't you glad
your hubby wasn't home today?"

"Oh, God, can't you just leave me alone?" the young wife said
miserably. "You've gotten what you wanted from me, now just go away ...
please," she whispered meekly as she saw a now-familiar sardonic grin
spread across his grizzled face. "Won't you please just leave me alone
now?"

"Hmmph, it's hard to believe that you're the same hot-assed little
bitch who was screaming and twitching for more cock only a minute ago,"
he said, staring pointedly at her still-trembling body. "Maybe you need
another round to settle you down."

"Oh! God, no, I couldn't," she gasped in horror, then blushed at his
chuckle of amusement. It was impossible to deal with this ruffian, she
self-righteously decided, and quickly grabbed her robe up from the
floor to cover her nakedness from his laughing gaze. Even that meager
gesture seemed to give her back a little of her self-respect and
lifting her chin with as much dignity as she could muster under the
circumstances, she impatiently watched him don his pants and ancient
sweater.

"Don't feel bad, honey, not many women could do it twice in a row with
me," he assured her conceitedly as he sat at the other end of the couch
to put on his heavy boots and lace them up. His eyes sparkled as he
added, "When you feel up to a good fuck again, you can always find me
down the road."

That was the last straw for the humiliated blonde girl. Heedless of the
yellow robe that slipped to the carpet as she rose to her feet, Diane
strode over to the chuckling man, her hands clenching tightly into
angry fists. Never in her life had she been so angry and insulted and
without thinking, she drew back her arm and prepared to deliver the
most powerful wallop she could to the caretaker's smirking face. But he
was faster than she and in the next moment she felt both of her hands
being held together in an iron grip and, before she knew what had
happened, she was lying on the sofa once again, her arms and legs
sprawling obscenely in the position of her fall. Above her, Jack Green
hovered menacingly for a moment, then stepped back, laughing out loud.

"Damn, I can understand now why your hubby doesn't want to mess too
much with that pretty little pussy of yours," he rasped as his hilarity
subsided. He shook his head in mock disbelief. "Never heard of a woman
who didn't like to be fucked before. Maybe you've been spending too
much time with those goddamn dogs, honey."

His mocking comment came altogether too close to the real truth of the
situation and Diane's eyes lowered shamefully as she remembered how the
man had found her earlier that morning. Unable to bear one more word of
the man's teasing banter, she pressed her palms tightly against the
sides of her head and silently prayed for some sort of merciful end to
this seeming eternity of torturous degradation.

Miraculously, when she looked up a few moments later, he was gone. She
could barely believe that it was over ... almost. For above the whining
and barking of the dogs that had suddenly begun outside, she heard the
stranger's mocking laughter ringing loudly in the woods around the
house. It was not until it faded into the distance that she could bring
herself to move from where he had flung her onto the sofa ... and then,
at the sight of his muddy footprints on the rug and her soiled yellow
robe, she broke down completely and wept out her torrent of shame and
regret at the lewd adultery she had just committed on her own husband's
couch ...


Chapter 5

Late that night, the snug rustic Hartley home in Oak Tree had an almost
festive appearance from the outside, little blazes of light shooting
out through the windows to brighten the clearing surrounding the
structure. Inside, however, Diane Hartley paced around like a caged
tigress, opening and closing doors as she manufactured one excuse after
another to search through the rooms, reacting to some undefined fear
that had lodged in her unsettled mind after the sun had set over the
forest.

Having made what was probably her twentieth tour of the house since
darkness had closed in around her, she sat down at the kitchen table
still heaped with Bill's clothing that needed mending. She picked up
the needle and thread from the floor where they had fallen when she had
thought she heard some peculiar sound outside a few minutes before, and
went back to work repairing a torn pocket on one of her husband's wool
shirts.

It was silly to be so nervous, she admonished herself, for, after all,
she had spent many evenings alone in their house and not been afraid.
But that was before she knew that the dense woods out there harbored
other creatures more menacing than the gentle deer and shy rabbits that
occasionally she had seen there. She strained her ears for any sound
from the kennels but the German Shepherds were evidently peacefully
asleep and no other sound interrupted the woodland quietness.

She knotted and cut the thread she had been using, then tossed the
mended shirt beside her on another chair. After several soundless
moments had passed, she rose and walked back toward the living room.
She winced slightly as she entered the room and glanced at the red
velour couch on which Jack Green had crawled between her wide-spread
legs and fucked her into submission that morning. A dull ache still
throbbed in her bruised loins and she tried vainly not to think about
the cause of it. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she
found herself realizing all over again that she had actually betrayed
her own husband behind his back. She had allowed another man, a low
class stranger, to seduce her and had actually responded to the
debasing experience like some cheap whore whose existence depended upon
the presence of a hard male penis between her legs. The slight soreness
in her ravaged genitals was a small enough price to pay for the
adulterous way that she had behaved that morning.

"Don't think about it, just don't think about it, or you're going to
start crying again," she said aloud, finding comfort in the sound of a
human voice, even her own, in the house. She had spent most of the
afternoon weeping as she lay stretched out on the bed, reliving her
shame and guilt over and over again, but not even that great flood of
tears could soften the horrible memory of what she had done, had
allowed to happen to her young body in the throes of her own desire.

Later that afternoon, she had dozed off, exhausted by her racking grief
and by the intensely emotional and physical ordeal itself. When she had
wakened, she had felt relieved at first, certain that it had all been
nothing but a bad dream. She a risen from the bed, in which she had
been cowering like a criminal for hours, and felt the tender soreness
of her harshly-used breasts. Even the soft nylon nightgown that she had
put on sent sharp pangs of pain running through the firm white mounds
as the material rubbed against the raw, tooth-marked tips. And yet,
worse than the pain, there was the awful knowledge that she, a formerly
faithful young bride, had truly enjoyed the caretaker's fiendish rape
of her succulent young body. There would never be any way that she
could justify the wantonness that had over-powered her, had caused her
to lurch and writhe toward her own vulgar fulfillment under her
attacker's pounding body. Before today, she would never have believed
that she could have behaved like such a common slut and now she could
not help but be terrified as she wondered what was to become of her and
her marriage after this. It was an ominous and frightening thing for
her to face by herself and as dusk had fallen around the house, Diane
had felt her fear building to unmanageable proportions. Irrational as
it seemed, she was terrified that there might be someone outside the
house, someone waiting for the right opportunity to slip inside and ...
and ... well, she didn't know exactly what might happen, but she was no
longer so self-assured that she could handle any difficult situation
that confronted her.

Prowling through her home, Diane considered turning on the radio or
television, anything for company, but she knew she would not be able to
sit still long enough to listen or watch. She knew she wouldn't be able
to sleep tonight and made no effort to try. A night-owl's mournful cry
outside the house made her shudder and, when she realized that there
was really nothing to be afraid of, she sat down in the kitchen again,
wearily brushing a blonde curl away from the side of her pale, worried
face. She knew that she would have to calm down soon or go out of her
mind with fear and irrational dread.

She picked up one of Bill's sports-jackets that had a button hanging
loosely from the side pocket and dropped it on the breakfast table, but
not even her guilt could make her like the prospect of repairing the
garment. It seemed so useless now, as though everything had changed
forever and it was senseless to even think of her husband's wearing
clothes that she had mended. If only he were here, she thought
somberly, somehow she might be able to explain everything that had
happened and he would understand, comfort her. He would somehow know
that none of it had been her fault, not really, and he would kiss away
her wretched unhappiness and tears of shame.

In the next moment, her gaze fell on the blue wall beside the kitchen
sink and lingered thoughtfully on the telephone receiver hanging there
on its cradle. Maybe ... maybe she would call him ... She rose abruptly
and walked to the bulletin board on the wall beside the telephone. As
she flipped through the tacked-up notes that Bill always left there
each time before he left on a business trip, she smiled with the
anticipation of hearing his deep masculine voice. At last, she found
one of the business cards with the address and telephone number of the
kennel he was visiting. If she got in touch with the owners, perhaps
they would know the name and number of the nearby motel where Bill was
staying.

She lifted the receiver and began to call the long-distance number but
when she had finished dialing the area code, an unexpected stab of
doubt caused her outstretched hand to stall and then finally drop to
her side. No, there was no way to explain this, she suddenly realized;
at least, she could never make everything sound right and true over the
telephone. He would probably be all the more upset by her sketchy
emotional account of the affair than if he heard it first-hand from her
in person.

If he had not taken their only car, maybe she would have driven up to
see him, even though it would mean that the dogs would be left alone
for a whole day. But there was no car and, now that she thought about
it, she would no doubt have just as hard a time telling him what had
happened face-to-face as over the telephone.

The hopeful smile drained away from her pretty youthful face as she
realized the true futility of her position. God, how do you tell a man
that his own supposedly-faithful wife spent the morning groaning and
writhing adulterously, legs spread shamelessly wide under another man's
hard-driving penis? Even to her, it sounded too shocking and insane to
be true, and even if she were able to convince him that it had all
happened as it did, why should he ever forgive her? Even she was not
certain that the horrible episode had happened as she remembered it
now. Maybe her own mind was playing cruel tricks on her now and she had
been far more responsible for the obscene interlude than she dared to
realize.

Well, it was her responsibility to protect Bill from the ghastly truth,
she decided, because she loved him too much to cause him suffering
simply for the sake of clearing her own conscience. She would try to
stick this out in silence and suffer alone for her terrible mistake.
And yet, it would be hard. She knew that she would never be able to
curl up in his lap again and nip playfully at his ear in girlish
innocence without remembering Jack Green and how she had actually
submitted to his filthy rape of her shamelessly-willing cunt. It would
be like a penance that she would have to bear by herself, a scar that
she would have to hide for the sake of her husband. Yes, time might
dull the memory but it would never completely erase it.


Chapter 6

"Hey, hey Wolf, slow down boy," Diane commanded as she tugged at the
plaited leather leash that the huge animal had almost wrenched out of
her hand. The enormous animal had apparently caught some interesting
scent in his nostrils and wanted to follow it but the flush-faced young
blonde fought to guide him back onto the trail. It was a magnificent
day, unexpectedly warm and sunny, and the forest ground was springy
under her feet. The usual gray haze of the morning had dissolved and
now, just after mid-day, the sun was blazing down brilliantly, cooled
only by a light breeze from the south that ruffled and swept away the
last traces of clouds. She was aware of the late hour, troubled by the
thought that this was grooming day for the dogs and she had to be home
in time to brush and comb each one of them carefully while there was
still enough light.

It was the day after her indecision about confessing to Bill and she
had awakened that morning feeling slightly better. In the clear light
of the dawn, she had resolved that her conclusion last night, not to
tell Bill anything about what had happened, was a good idea and now she
should make every effort to forget the nightmarish experience. It would
do her no good at all to dwell on the horrible memories of the cruel
rape and besides, she had made up her mind to avoid any further contact
with that common man, Jack Green, again. Surely he realized that she
could get him into serious trouble legally if she ever wanted to go to
the police with the story of how he had sexually assaulted her ... in
her own home. No matter what kind of woman the caretaker had thought
she was after finding her in that compromising position with Wolf, he

had no real right to force her to make love with him, to mock and taunt
her through it all as though she were some kind of sluttish idiot.

Yet ... yet, if she was so certain of her position, why had she backed
out last evening when she started to telephone Bill via the kennel
owners? It returned to her with full force that her rendition of the
last three days' events would sound to anyone, especially to a husband
who was extremely conscious of his masculinity, like a girlish fairy-
tale or simply a deliberate lie. She heaved a deep sigh and continued
on along the trail as she thought back on the seemingly normal events
of that morning.

She had risen from her lonely bed, slipped into blue-jeans and a soft
black knit shirt, and then made herself a hearty breakfast. The day
before, she had been too upset to even think of eating and this morning
she had gulped down a massive breakfast of toast, eggs, and coffee to
counteract her overall feeling of weakness and to help her think more
rationally.

It was as though she were suspended in some kind of delicate balance
between right and wrong, frustration and happiness. Though she still
felt unspeakably disgusted about her own spontaneous lusting reaction
to Jack Green's obscene usage of her helpless body yesterday morning,
she had begun to consider again the idea that much of what had happened
was really partly Bill's fault. Then, there was the unavoidable fact
that he often did leave her alone out here in the woods, heedless of
her loneliness, while he went off for days on his frequent business
trips ... and more important, as far as her guilt was concerned, she
recalled how he had not bothered to take the time and trouble to really
satisfy her when they had made love before he had gone away Sunday
afternoon. If he had been only a little more loving and thoughtful, she
had decided as she sipped at the steaming black coffee earlier that
morning, she undoubtedly would not have been so vulnerable to the
strange sexual occurrences that had filled her days alone since he had
departed. Not that she was trying to avoid her true share of the blame,
she rationalized, but it was comforting to know that she was not evil
through and through, a woman who would spread her legs for any man who
made an offer to satisfy her. After what had happened yesterday with
the grey- haired caretaker and the strange incident with the dog
outside, she had been almost out of her mind as she had sat at the
kitchen table, with a look of worried distress on her face about the
actual nature of her personality. Now, though, she was slowly beginning
to understand the terrible sexual strain she had been subjected to ever
since Bill had left the house. She found that she could at least live
with herself now. It was a good thing, too, because she was certain
that she might have been capable of trying to run away, or even an
attempt at suicide, if she had gone on feeling the way she had been
feeling last night.

Panting from the exertion of keeping Wolf's monstrous black and tan
bulk from pulling her off the trail and into the forest, Diane decided
to sit down on the thick trunk of a fallen tree. It was the first time
that she had taken any of the dogs for a walk this way in the woods
behind their house, and as she rested her curvaceous young body on the
hard, damp log, she mulled over the practicality of exerting herself so
much. But yes, she felt that she owed Wolf at least this little treat
after she had found the feed sack lying outside his kennel this
morning, when she had walked out of the house to start her chores with
the dogs and had realized that the poor brute, like herself, had spent
the whole day yesterday without a bite of food. She had felt a pang of
pity when she had seen the starving animal straining against the wire
fence of his run, his fierce golden eyes fixed on the open bag of dog
meal. She had felt guilty about her negligence of the dogs and had
rushed through her feeding and watering of them so that she could have
enough time to exercise Wolf and herself while it was still light
enough to see.

The two of them had been strolling through the forest for almost twenty
minutes now, farther than Diane remembered ever having walked here
before.

She knew they probably should turn back soon, but she hated the idea of
returning to the house and the kennels. Here among the towering trees,
she felt free of sadness and the disappointment that had been marring
her married life with Bill. She could almost imagine what it might be
like to be a little woodland creature whose existence was uncomplicated
by guilt and emotional responsibilities.

As she sat there lost in thought, her eyes full of the poetic scene
around her, she noticed Wolf sitting patiently at her feet, his massive
head resting lightly on her knee.

She lifted her hand to good-naturedly scratch his head and wondered how
this gentle creature could be the same dog whose slithering tongue had
invaded her most secret flesh, lapping hungrily at her tight young
vagina until she was out of her mind with ecstasy.

Even the memory of the strange happening sent a little flash of
excitement through her soft belly and she wondered whatever could have
possessed the dog to make him do such a thing. At the time, she had
been numb with fear, too terrified to think of anything but that the
huge dog had actually wanted to rape her. Yet, after yesterday morning
with Jack Green, she knew more what a real rape was. In retrospect, the
gentle ministrations of the animal's long pink tongue seemed less
horrifying. Undoubtedly, the dumb brute had had no idea of what he was
doing, had been attracted only by the light enticing scent of her
female parts. Certainly he could not have known what effect his thick
wet tongue would have on her sex-starved body, she decided calmly.

Impulsively, she slipped down off the flat-topped log to sit on the
leaf-covered earth beside the great furry animal, encircling his warm
body with one arm. Obviously delighted with the amount of affection he
was receiving that morning, Wolf whined happily and covered her face
with moist licking kisses. Diane smiled and ducked her head away,
hugging him as she did so, and thinking ruefully that he was perhaps
the best friend she had at the moment. He did not make fun of her, as
her own husband often did, and she admitted to herself with a downcast
melancholic little grin that this animal had unwittingly given her a
truly pleasant sexual experience. At least Wolf had not talked about
their money problems when he was licking her vagina yesterday morning.
Little by little, it occurred to her that she was thinking erotically
again, that she was exciting herself by just thinking about what had
happened in the dog's kennel yesterday. The very idea shattered her
mellow mood and, in irritation, she quickly tied Wolf's leash around a
nearby sapling and rose to try to walk off the unwanted excitement.
But, aroused as she was, even the brushing of her clothes against her
body seemed to feed the passion that had crept up on her as she
contemplated yesterday morning.

It was crazy, she knew, but even now she was tempted to let the
exciting animal lick her again. Who would see her out here in the
forest? Did one more time really make that much difference now? she
wondered longingly.

Before she had even taken two steps away from the fallen tree, the
lovely flaxen-haired girl stopped and looked back, almost longingly.
Wolf was still sitting where she had left him, his liquid eyes
trustingly reflecting her own gaze. Perhaps she could just play with
herself a little bit, she thought wickedly. There was nothing wrong
with that and she did need release so badly just now. Almost as soon as
the thought had entered her mind, Diane found herself starting to slip
out of her blue-jeans and shirt, shivering a little as her creamy flesh
was exposed to the light, cool breeze that moved gently through the
trees. She discarded one garment after another on the shade-mottled
path, then moved back to settle herself on the ground again beside the
log, delighting in the light pricking sensation of the fallen oak
leaves against the smooth naked cheeks of her buttocks.

The young blonde wife leaned back against the rough surface of the
fallen tree trunk, closing her wide blue eyes as her hands lifted to
her full jutting breasts. Her nipples were already diamond-hard and she
felt as though she would be able to reach orgasm in a matter of
minutes. Wolf whined softly for attention and she absentmindedly
reached out to pet him as her other hand drifted down over her tiny
waist to the blonde curling triangle of her pubic hair below. Her full
curving hips lifted in willing acceptance of the tiny electric chills
of sensation that danced lightly over her satin-like skin when one
finger of her left hand brushed down over her nakedly exposed cuntal
slit.

"Well, little lady, you just don't ever get enough, do you?"

Even though the sound of his voice was immediately familiar, Jack
Green's words made Diane's eyes jerk open in horror. God, he was not
more than a few feet away from her on the narrow tree- lined path. He
was holding two dead rabbits in his right hand and a wide, lewd grin
creased his face.

"What ... what are you doing here?" was all she could manage to say as
she drew her naked legs tightly up against her body in a futile attempt
to hide herself from his piercing eyes.

"Just catching my dinner, honey," he said, waving the dead animals at
her, "and I've been thinking about your hot young pussy, too. I didn't
want to rush you again right away, but if I'd known you wanted to get
it plowed good and proper again so soon, I would've been over here a
lot sooner."

"I don't want it--I only want you to go away," she said coldly,
regaining a little of her composure, not bothering even to excuse her
embarrassing situation to the older man. After what he had done to her
yesterday, she did not care what he thought of her now. She wanted only
that she should never see him again.

"Now don't be like that," he chuckled, dropping the rabbits and walking
toward her. "You don't have to use that damned dog while I'm still in
good shape, honey." His eyes flickered appreciatively over her huddled
body causing the young girl's mind to suddenly rebel against his
attitude of possessive familiarity.

"Mr. Green," she said, glaring at him icily, "I am not your 'honey.' I
did what ... what I did yesterday because you forced me to do it. Now,
if you don't leave me alone this minute, I'm going to call the police
when I get home and tell them about what has happened."

"You gonna tell them how much you liked it, honey?" he said, smiling,
his watery greenish eyes staring straight back into hers.

"Liked it!" Diane spat back at him. She wanted more than anything in
the world to somehow hurt this vile, small man because of the
indescribable humiliation he had heaped upon her defenseless body. "I
don't know how anyone could like being even close to you, let alone ...
let alone letting you touch her. Look at you, you filthy old man.
You're stupid and you smell and you make me sick. You're revolting and
disgusting!"

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, Diane was sorry. In her
sudden uncontrollable desire to revenge her own weak surrender, she had
forgotten how capable this man was of cruelty. She almost reached out
her hand to apologize and say that she did not really mean those things
but his hard cool stare cut her short.

"You do that, little lady. You go to the police, but you better do it
fast, because I'm heading home myself right now. And I'm going to tell
all my friends exactly how I found you yesterday morning and again
today naked on the ground with that dog. I'll probably get to see quite
a few of my friends before the police catch up with me, and your
hubby's going to be mighty surprised when the neighborhood gossip
catches up with him one of these days."

"Oh, my God, you can't! You wouldn't dare!" she gasped. Her blue,
horror-stricken eyes followed him as he turned to walk back down the
path away from her, off into the woods. She leapt to her feet and
started running after him, her full naked breasts jiggling heavily with
each jarring step she took. "Please, wait! I didn't mean it! I won't
call the police or anything! Just don't tell anyone what you've seen
and done! Please!"

He stopped walking away and turned around to face her, running his eyes
greedily over her naked flesh. "Well, I might just keep my mouth shut,"
he offered, "if you convinced me just a little bit."

"Oh, God, I'll do anything, anything! Bill would never be able to
forgive me!"

Jack Green's lust-filled eyes quickly locked on the soft enticing sight

of her firm erect breasts, the memory of their smooth hard-nippled
fullness causing his big hands to twitch hungrily. Suddenly he reached
down and caught hold of her wrist, jerking her body close against his.
Diane could hear Wolf snarling behind her, straining at his leash, but
she had tied him tightly to the slim young tree and she knew that there
was no hope of his coming to rescue her.

"You're a sexy little bitch," Jack hissed down into her face. "I knew
you and I would have to get together again sometime soon. My prick's
already aching to get into that sweet little cunt of yours." He pulled
her to him roughly and smothered her soft wet lips with his fleshy open
mouth. She struggled against him instinctively, but it was useless. His
callused hands clutched brutally at her bulging tender breasts, the
delectable white globes that were still sensitively sore from
yesterday's bruising treatment. Her frightened struggles seemed only to
incite him further and he ground his rough dirty palms into the
palpitating fleshy mounds, panting heavily. "Okay, tell me what you
want!" he demanded.

"I--I want you to fuck me again like you did yesterday on my living
room couch," she said dully, barely able to believe that she was in the
same situation all over again. "Just do it to me quick and get it over
with."

Diane felt him stiffen and then suddenly he pushed her away from him
with such force that she fell down to the soft coating of leaves at his
feet.

"You stuck-up little bitch!" he spat out viciously. "I probably gave
you the best fuck of your life yesterday and now you tell me that! All
right, then, I'm going to teach you a thing or two about respect, and
you'd better do exactly what I tell you to do or your hubby's going to
be the laughing-stock of Oak Trees!"

Diane did not answer ... she was unable to speak ... she was too
frightened and too ashamed. She could not put aside the thought of
Bill's ever finding out what she had been doing. There was no question
in her mind but that this horrible man intended to do everything he had
threatened to do and she knew that her marriage to Bill would never
survive something like that. Somehow, she would have to make herself do
whatever he commanded so that Bill would never know about the horrible
adultery she had committed right in their own home.

"What ... what is it you want me to do?" she heard herself question in
a meek, quavering voice.

A wicked salacious leer curled the grey-haired man's lips. His red
tongue shot out of his mouth and began to lick at the dry corners of
his lips as he stared down at the delightfully ripe contours of her
naked body cowering on the ground before him. "First, get up on your
knees in front of me," he snarled, taking a step closer toward her
still-prostrate body.

Diane crouched before him, chilled with terror, unable to cry out or
even to think as the realization of what he was going to make her do
filled her fogged brain. She had never done such a thing, even with
Bill, her own husband, and now the very idea of such a depraved act
like taking a man's prick into her mouth filled her with nausea. And
yet, she would do anything in the world she could to keep Bill from
finding out about her betrayal. She had no choice but to submit. Slowly
and reluctantly, she rose to her knees and stared dumbly out in front
of her. "Well, damn it, take out my cock! Why do you think you're down
there?" He entangled his hand in her long, golden hair and twisted it
cruelly, pulling her head down and forward, grinding his crotch against
her face at the same time so that she could feel the hardness of his
already-erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants.

She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined to somehow live
through this ... this trial ... without any further struggles. Reaching
upward, she fumbled awkwardly with the zipper on his trousers to take
out the giant throbbing cock underneath.

"Hurry it up, honey," he barked cruelly down at her, impatient with her
slowness in unzipping his fly. "I'm gonna cum in my pants before you
ever get it out!"

A moment later the zipper came free and the huge fleshy instrument
burst out into the air through the opening in the material. Jack
grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick fleshy cudgel, slowly
skinning it back so that the giant red fleshy head popped out from the
thick foreskin a scant few inches from her face and her bulging eyes.

"Come on, you know what to do with it, honey," the caretaker taunted
hoarsely. "Rub it around on your lips and then lick it clean from top
to bottom. It's still got some of your dried cum on it from yesterday.
I just couldn't bear to wash it off!"

The nauseating thought almost caused Diane to gag. She was certain she
could still detect her soft feminine vaginal odors on him.

Oh, God, she could never suck that horrible thing ... it was more than
she could bear ... but then she thought of Bill and what this man would
tell the neighbors and submissively closed her eyes.

Her long pink tongue darted out tentatively and she licked down the
full length of the rigid thick flesh. She was sickened by the thought
of her mouth being used this way, as a receptacle of lust for this
horrible man and the lewd sperm he was going to pump down into her
unwilling throat. She had no doubt that he would expect her to swallow
his gushing semen and she knew she would probably choke and be sick for
a long time afterwards.

"All right, little lady, suck it now! By God, it better be good, too,"
he barked, grinning.

To her surprise, the taste was not nearly as bad as she had
anticipated, merely a pungent earthy tang that she slowly decided must
be mostly from her, yesterday. Her full lips parted and she lowered her
face uncertainly to place a wet tickling kiss on the huge rubbery head,
and she lifted up her hands, reaching toward his smooth, heavy
testicles with one of them, grazing her dainty tapered nails
tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed
at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the crinkly grey
pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She squeezed it, her fingers
unable to fully encircle the huge girth, and pulled up and then down
hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large gleaming head stood
alone and naked against the softness of her thirsty lips. She began
planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing
a path down the full length of it to the bottom and then wetly back up
to the tip again. She caressed it longer than she knew she should, not
being able just yet to bring herself to put it in her mouth.

But the caretaker could wait no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat,
he reached down to lock his hands behind her head and thrust his loins
upwards with the strength of a bull. Diane resisted for a moment, doubt
colliding with desire in her mind, but it was too late. He was pushing
against her, forcing the wide head of his thick prick into her mouth.
She mumbled out the first sounds of fear she felt and tried to shake
her head away, but he held her tightly and she could not move. She
could only clench her lips and teeth firmly together and try to keep
the monster away. But he would not be denied. He increased the
pressure; it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the
sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against her resisting
lips, feeling them parting, bit by tiny bit, until suddenly with the
aid of an extra lunge he slipped his cock-head into her helplessly
gasping mouth, penetrating through her soft, moist lips and into the
warm, wet cavern beyond. She could feel the hugeness of it slithering
up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its
hot slippery wetness.

"Ooooh, baby," he said, "that husband of yours don't know what he's
missing. Your sweet little mouth slips over my cock like melted
butter." Diane heard him gasp harshly as he began a slow lascivious
rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her helplessly upraised face.
She closed her eyes to keep from choking as more and more saliva seemed
to fill her mouth everywhere except where she was filled by Jack
Green's great flexing penis now protruding banana-like from her thinly
stretched lips. Her oral orifice was ovalled and seemed ready to split
open at any instant.

The grey-haired man groaned above her as he slid his thick lust-
inflated cock in and out of her sucking mouth with a wet sluicing
sound, guiding her head with his hand, his fingers ensnarled in her
pale hair. He watched her cheeks puffing out as he filled her warm
mouth, bobbing up and down on the turgid head of his huge prick. His
sadistic grin widened with each thrust he made into her trapped face
and he forced his thick sword of flesh deeper and deeper between her
red straining lips as she groaned in servile acceptance between his
hairy legs. He suddenly jerked his rock-hard penis away from her mouth,
taunting her.

"Wait a minute," he commanded as he stepped back from her swaying body.
She raised her eyes in an expression of mixed dread and anxiousness as
the caretaker began to remove his trousers. "We might as well make this
fun for both of us, right, honey?"

Diane stared apprehensively as he walked a few feet down the path to
where the great dog lay uneasily beside the tree to which he was tied.
Jack lay down on the ground, settling his feet on either side of Wolf's
furry head. Underneath his grimy sweater, the caretaker's loins were
naked and completely exposed, his massive, upthrusting shaft of hard
flesh jutting out like a log over the huge sac of sperm-filled balls
hanging beneath.

"All right, honey, get over here," he ordered crisply. "Get down
between my legs and kneel up on all fours. Let's see if your hairy
friend here has taught you anything."

The pretty, young housewife felt chills run up her spine at his words.
As she crawled over to him in a semi-stupor of terror and humiliation,
afraid to disobey, not allowing herself to think of what she was doing
for fear she would lose her mind, she pictured clearly the lewd
position she was in.

He grasped her head between both hands, pressing the huge fleshy penis
between her forced-open lips, slipping her saliva- soaked mouth down
over its full rigid length. Nothing mattered to her anymore except to
get this horrible ordeal over with and to do what she had to do, no
matter what, to get away from this despicable man.

"That's fine, little lady, just fine," Jack rasped, pushing his giant
cock further into Diane's warm velvety mouth. Then, lifting his head to
look beyond her crouching form to where the massive German Shepherd
lay, he called, "Here, boy, come on. She's all ready and waiting for
you."

The beautiful twenty-one-year-old bride tensed as she heard Wolf whine
softly behind her but she continued to suck slavishly on the thick pole
of flesh, milking at the loathsome man's prick to end the ordeal as
soon as possible. Then, she heard the rustling of dead leaves as the
champion dog lumbered to his feet and she felt something cold and wet
back between her upraised buttocks a moment later. She stiffened and
jerked at the cold, moist touches against her sensitive genitals, as
the dog began to lick her, and when the huge animal growled in warning
for her to be still, she realized it was not his loins against her, but
his nose. Oh, God, he was going to lick her between her legs again! She
felt her fear of the animal returning with full force and instinctively
withdrew her mouth from the caretaker's long straining cock, her wide-
open eyes fixed on the stranger named Jack Green.

"Don't try to tell me you don't like that dog's tongue on your pussy,
honey," he chuckled sarcastically. "I saw you yesterday morning,
remember? Now you just get back to sucking MY cock before I decide to
spread around the word about you anyway."

He entwined both of his hands around her lowered head and pressed it
downward, thrusting his hips upward at the same time. Diane felt as
though she would choke to death as the fleshy shaft penetrated deep
into her mouth. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to
regain her breath. It came in great gasping rushes as she sucked in air
as Wolf's cold searching nose suddenly rubbed against her tiny cringing
anus. Grunts of protest escaped from the thin-stretched tightness of
her lips and she clenched her buttocks against the taunting torment of
the brute's icy touch. Then, as the dog growled ominously behind her,
she began to relax in humiliated resignation, realizing that there was
little hope for her to avoid this perverted act. There was nothing she
could do. She felt Wolf begin to lap hungrily at the deep cleft between
her parted thighs, his hot tongue sliding wetly over the area of her
loins from the tiny hairless little anus up to the warm hair-lined lips
of her vagina, flicking finally against the tiny jerking bud of her
clitoris. Electrical tingles of intoxicating pleasure followed its path
as it laved relentlessly between her opened thighs, pausing
occasionally to lunge deeply into her narrow vaginal channel. Diane
struggled valiantly against the effect of the gentle dog-licking of the
vibrant flesh back between her open buttocks but, slowly, the very
lewdness and helplessness of her situation came clear to her. She
pictured herself as she was now, her body trapped obscenely between two
rutting male animals ... a human male's cock sunk deep in her unwilling
mouth and a dog's long wet tongue slavering ceaselessly at her naked
behind. A strange masochistic excitement began to well up from deep in
her belly, up to the tips of her swelling breasts, as she envisioned
how she must look in this debasing kneeling position.

She was doing this for Bill! she reminded herself desperately. She had
to remember her husband. She mustn't forget ... mustn't let herself ...
again.

She groaned aloud as Wolf's relentlessly probing tongue shot deep up
into the moist passage of her vagina. The hot, unwanted desire rising
deep in her trembling belly became a rapid torrent once more and she
began to move her naked buttocks high up behind her in a small grinding
circular movement, constricting the outer lips of her tight little cunt
muscles back over the obscene animal tongue burrowing relentlessly into
her.

Suddenly, insanely, she wanted to exploit it to the limit, to feel her
entrails filled with it and to cum as she had the day before. She
sucked wildly at the caretaker's massive pistoning cock in her mouth,
almost gagging, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every thrust.
It was the first time she had ever tasted cock and now it was sliding
deep down into her throat as she fought for breath, managing to catch
quick gulps of precious air on the outstroke of his thrustings. The
caretaker's soft, swollen balls slapped harder up against her chin as
he fucked happily between her widely-ovalled young lips, giving her
almost all he had. She was beyond fighting this lewd rape of her mouth
and cunt from behind. She could no longer even visualize what was
happening to her ... she was all sensation and mentally raving like a
slave to the erotic fury that had taken control of her within a mere
matter of minutes. Even the stale odor of sweat that was now around
Jack Green's loins, maddened her, filling her nostrils with a constant
reminder of the perverse attack she was being subjected to at both ends
of her desire-inflamed body. Dazing pulsations thumped at the bounds of
her brain and she was growing close to bursting with ecstasy, was
twitching and twisting, slavering saliva and semen from the corners of
her tensely out-stretched lips.

"Well, now, look at you ... you don't think it's so awful now, do you,
honey?" Jack gasped as he raised his shaggy head from the ground to
watch her soft wet mouth clasped greedily around his huge throbbing
prick fucking lewdly upward into her lovely, penis- filled face. His
pubic hair was saturated with the juices dribbling from the edges of
her warmly-milking mouth and her entire body was in fierce and total
motion. The thin tensile rim of her lips clung to his stiffened rod of
flesh as though held there by some unseen force as her now passion-
contorted face licked and sucked hungrily. Even the caretaker himself
was surprised by the increasing wantonness of her demonical attack. She
was sucking at his swelling member like a starving whore and the thick
pummeling instrument seemed to disappear completely into her face as he
rammed upward, trying to bury it all the way in her throat. He felt her
soft warm hand reaching again under his cock to cup and squeeze his
balls, pulling on them lightly as her head was driven obscenely upward
with each lunge he made into her.

Diane had begun to pray inwardly ... pray to some pagan god that the
magnificent animal-lover behind her would lick her to completion. She
was aflame with the fires of lewd passion that were about to consume
her and she prayed that the huge hairy beast would satisfy her as he
almost had before. All reason had left her and she thought of herself
as nothing more than a mass of sensitive flesh, created for this lust-
maddened moment. Behind her she could feel Wolf's tongue snaking deep
into her torturously flaring cunt then slithering out to lave at the
erectly tingling bud of her clitoris. She felt that she was going mad
... but, oh God, what an exquisite insanity! She was changing,
beginning to want the grey-haired man to cum in her mouth, to spurt his
white thick sperm far up into her suddenly uncontrollably-hungering
throat. Already she was wild with anticipation, groaning out her
submission to the lewd desires racing through her doubly ravished body.

"Tighten your lips harder around my cock, you cocksucking little
bitch!" he snarled at the slaving girl, his voice harsh and dry with
passion.

Diane followed his bidding unthinkingly, at the same moment feeling
herself tighten all over with the heat of increasing excitement rising
throughout her sex-possessed body.

Suddenly his moment arrived like a surprise hurricane.

The middle-aged caretaker jerked suddenly as though lashed with
exquisite pain and jammed his wiry hips up tightly into her face,
sinking the whole fantastic length of his long hard cock deeply into
her wide-stretched throat. She could not breathe, could not care, as
the incredible prick erupted hotly into the warm soft interior of her
silky sucking mouth, and vile oaths of passion spewed from his gasping
lips. His hot thick sperm squirted into her distended throat like a
rush of raging lava through a storm-drain and she sucked and swallowed
wildly, her smooth cheeks inflating and deflating from the pressure of
the man's hotly bursting dam of cum. It lasted forever, it seemed, her
throat barely able to accept the torrents of warmly-cascading liquid.
She swallowed faster to keep from choking as he grunted out his last
spurts in final fulfillment, the monstrous prick slowly deflating
inside her wide-stretched mouth. She kept on sucking, milking every
last drop of his warm white cum from his deflating cock while behind
her the great German Shepherd continued to lap hungrily at her upturned
young cunt with his wildly-licking tongue.

Now, at last, her senses were completely conquered, no longer her own,
and she clung to their neighbor's caretaker's rhythmically-jerking hips
as her own reeling orgasm stiffened her body, flooding out in wet
sensual waves of cum around the thick wet dog tongue buried deep in her
hotly-quivering cunt. The scalding fluids ran out of her in hot
streams, making her pink cunt-lips glisten as it ran down the insides
of her soft trembling thighs. It was indescribably satisfying and the
whole of her back-thrust loins felt wet and ravished beyond words. She
was actually crying tears of ecstasy, the shiny drops pouring from her
blue eyes and down her cock-impaled face like liquid jewels. After the
man had shot the last of his sticky hot sperm into her mouth, she
released the caretaker's softening cock, its thick length slipping from
her widely-pursed lips with a slight pop. She fell forward then across
his exhausted body, her own strength sapped as never before.

"Did you say your hubby'd never forgive you?" the older man gasped
after a few minutes of silence as they both fought to catch their
breath.

Oh, God, he's going to start it again, Diane thought despairingly. She
did not even answer but merely rolled her naked young body over on her
back on the dank ground with her arms and legs obscenely spread, not
caring. She could feel the caretaker's lewd wet sperm drying on her
chin where some of it had spilled from the corners of her bruised
mouth. She could also sense the wetness of her own cum juices still
flowing out of her dog-lapped vagina, running down the sensitive
insides of her loins like tickling trails of warmth.

She had not even noticed when Wolf's saliva-drenched tongue had pulled
away from her orgasm-flooded backside and was unaware that he had moved
off to the end of his leash to curl up at the foot of the sapling,
sound asleep. At this point, she could not move or even care about
covering her shameful nakedness.

The combination of satiation and humiliation was more than the young
wife could cope with just now. God, she was a worse whore than she had
thought! Not only had her willing body reacted to the perverse act of
sucking this man, Jack Green, a lowly caretaker's cock, but she had
also gone wild with the slurping wetness of the dog's ravishing tongue
on her genitals again. It seemed useless to fight anymore, to even try
to think of herself as anything but a cheap wanton tramp ... not at all
a loving wife who deserved any consideration or affection from her
husband. In the span of three short days, she had been brutally raped,
forced to suck a strange man's cock, and had shamelessly allowed to be
overwhelmed by the indecent slavering of a dumb animal's hot tongue in
her pussy. No, it was pointless even to pretend to be angry and
indignant now, for she realized that her own primitive desires had
helped, if not actually caused, everything that had happened.

"I take it that you're pretty much in love with your husband, aren't
you?" Jack said in a strangely perceptive way, as though he could read
into her befuddled thoughts. "You've had a good time, all right, but
you've been fighting me right down the line. I've got to respect you
for that, anyway, and I don't mind admitting that you're one of the
hottest little bitches I've ever worked over."

"Yes, I do love my husband ... very much," Diane assured him in an
impassive tone of voice. She had no energy left to combat what she
supposed was only the beginning of another of the older man's
tormenting games. If what he wanted was to fuck her again, to use her
already defiled body to satisfy himself, it could hardly matter now.
She had nothing left to lose--her honor was forever stained by the
lewdness of what she had submitted to and no amount of repentance could
clear her conscience now.

"Christ, that's too bad, baby, because you're one hell of a lay and I
wouldn't mind straightening myself out a little just to settle down
with you," the ill-kempt older man said softly, almost regretfully. She
watched silently, blindly, as he stepped over to where his trousers lay
and bent over to pick them up. A moment later, when he was fully
dressed again and had zipped up the front of his pants with an almost
tragic slowness, he gave her a gallant little nod and swooped down with
his right hand to pick up the two rabbits he had dropped earlier. After
walking a short way along the trail, he paused as though in thought and
turned to face her again.

"Yep, you were pretty damned bitchy toward me," he said, "but I sort of
respect you for it. I think by admitting to yourself you like to be
fucked, you're going to respect yourself more now, too ... in the long
run, I mean."

With that, he spun around and walked off rapidly along the trail,
disappearing around a bend between the trees. The worn-out young blonde
could not restrain herself from calling out to him.

"Wait, please, wait!" she shouted, using his Christian name for the
first time. "Jack! Please, I want to talk to you!" It was more than she
could handle to have him just walk off this way, without any final
resolution to all that had happened between them, and she forced aside
her pride in an attempt to make him turn around and explain his
thoughts and feelings.

Jack Green smiled to himself as he walked thoughtfully along the leaf-
carpeted trail, uncertain for one of the first times in his life that
he was justified as a real man in dealing with a woman. Well, whatever
happened, he had had a helluva time with the sweet little bitch. She
had been worth every bit of the trouble and he knew that she would be
much more receptive to a healthy man's sexual advances toward her than
she had been before his encounter with her that morning after her
session with the mammoth dog. She was a real woman now ...


Chapter 7

Bill was due home today! Diane glowed.

It seemed like years now since he had left and she hummed a tune along
with the radio as she dusted and polished the interior of the house in
preparation for his arrival. She knew that he would question why she
was in such a happy mood when he arrived home. Usually when he left on
one of his important business trips, she spent the days building up
resentments and frustrations until she could barely keep from exploding
the minute he walked in the door. But this time was different, in more
ways than one. For some reason, she felt as though she had changed, had
grown up in the last four days.

Maybe it was just the first time she had ever really been forced to
face something alone, the lovely, blue-eyed girl mused as she withdrew
the carpet-sweeper from the hallway closet and began to drub it back
and forth across the rug. God knows, it was a dreadful enough ordeal
for anyone to endure and yet she was not completely sorry it had
happened. She still felt just as regretful and ashamed as ever of
having enjoyed another man pumping his wildly excited sperm into her
behind her husband's back but Jack Green's words yesterday afternoon
had given her her first taste of personal pride. All her life, people
had been wonderful to her because they admired her or thought she was
pretty or something else like that, but the grizzled caretaker from the
next estate had praised her because he thought she had truly earned it.
There was a world of difference.

She felt a strange new sense of power, as though she could do almost
anything she set her mind to. And the really odd thing was that she had
realized after she came home last night that she had never really
disciplined herself about anything, except maybe making herself
comfortable. Out of this newfound self-confidence, she had perked up
and groomed the dogs, even cleaned all the kennels from top to bottom
before darkness fell.

Ordinarily, it was a job that Bill did on Saturday afternoons, usually
while she dawdled around the house, resenting the time he was spending
away from her.

It was astonishing, she thought to herself as she looked over the
freshly-cleaned living room, actually horrifying that she could have
been such a silly selfish idiot all this time. It was not that she was
kidding herself into thinking that all her problems had suddenly been
solved miraculously by the adulterous sexual encounters with Jack Green
in her home, and in the woods yesterday afternoon, but at least it was
a start. For the first time in several months, she felt real hope that
she and Bill would be able to work out their petty marital differences.
She still thought the wisest course would be to keep silent about all
that had occurred this week: It would be such a waste to have Bill's
natural jealousy interfere with the new mutual understanding that was
going to bloom between them after he arrived home today.

She had finished her housecleaning and realized with a start, as she
wandered around the house looking for any odds and ends that still
needed doing, that the dogs had not been inspected for several hours,
not since she had taken care of them very early this morning, and now
she still had several hours to kill before Bill arrived home. She gazed
thoughtfully out of the living room window toward the kennels behind
the house, then impulsively walked out of the living room and across
the back yard toward Wolf's compound. After her wonderful experience
with him yesterday afternoon, she felt a new affection and respect for
the fantastic beast, one that not even her uneasiness about the
rightness of what had happened could diminish. She would bring the dog
inside to keep her company until Bill arrived home.

"Hey! Down, down, Wolf!" Diane laughed as the huge dog almost knocked
her over in his eager rush to get into the house, a treat he was
unaccustomed to. A light rain had fallen the night before and, as he
jumped up joyfully on his beautiful mistress, slobbering wet kisses all
over her face in gratitude for being let inside, his muddy paws smeared
his footprints all over the front of her frilly blue housedress.

"Oh, Wolf, look at me!" she scolded after she pushed the big dog back
down to the kitchen floor and saw that the outfit she had worn
especially for Bill was marked and streaked with huge black and brown
paw prints. The excited German Shepherd had also smudged the linoleum-
tiled floor with wet splotches of mud from his feet.

"I guess it's my own fault," she sighed as Wolf began to race happily
around the kitchen, sniffing inquisitively at everything from the
dishes drying on the drainboard to the huge steak she had taken out of
the freezer for that night's celebratory dinner. The dark tracks over
the floor showed exactly where the tremendous creature had been and she
realized that now she would have to mop up the kitchen all over again.
"I should have made you wipe your feet," she said lightly as she
moistened a terrycloth dishtowel to wipe all the mud and wetness from
the animal's furry paws.

"Come on, boy, you can wait in the living room while I change clothes,"
she ordered as she tossed the dirty towel into the kitchen sink. The
obedient dog followed happily behind her as she led the way into the
next room. She watched him settle down on the carpet in the middle of
the room and then, satisfied that he was relaxed, headed off toward the
bedroom, stripping off her soiled dress as she went.

She could not decide what she wanted to wear. With Bill gone, she had
not even been able to go to the laundromat in town and nearly
everything she owned was either dirty or inappropriate for his
homecoming. Her fair young face drooped into a thoughtful pout as she
stared into the closet, rifling with one anxious hand through the array
of garments inside. The young beauty considered wearing one of the sexy
nighties that he liked so much, to surprise him, but she shook her head
in a negative back and forth motion, obviously displeased with the idea
... Even though her enterprising young husband would never know about
all that happened to her during his absence, it seemed unfair of her to
try to lure him into bed so soon after she had been fucked half
senseless by another man ... not to mention her obscene delight in his
canine hero's unnatural licking of her naked loins. She was sincerely
remorseful about everything and knew that it would take some time
before she could overcome her guilt sufficiently to feel right about
making any genuine sexual overtures toward Bill. She had resolved most
of her anxiety, it was true, but she was also aware of the fine line
between her stoic acceptance of what she had done and the strong self-
doubt that had made her life a nightmare after she had responded to
Jack Green's obscene caresses.

She was slightly sweaty from the exertion of her work that morning and
decided to take a shower in an hour or so, and let the final decision
about what to wear wait until then. Stripping off her panties and
brassiere, she dropped the soiled lacy garments into a heap with the
muddied dress and slipped into a pretty gingham-checked smock that was
decent enough if anyone happened to come to the door.

The beautiful young blonde woman walked back to the living room and sat
down on the sofa, picking up a ladies' magazine from an end table
beside her. She leaned back into the cushions and stretched her legs
out casually in front of her. It was the first peace and quiet she had
really experienced since Bill had left last Sunday and she was enjoying
the change of pace. An item in the magazine on the care of pet dogs
caught her eye and in a minute she was thoroughly engrossed in the
article.

Then she felt the couch stirring slightly and she looked up to see that
Wolf had clambered up onto the cushions beside her. She frowned at the
dog and snapped her fingers, pointing to the floor at her feet. But the
big dog only whined softly and dropped his mammoth head on her sun-
tanned knee, his cold nose nuzzling under her cotton dress to rest in
the warm crevice between her smooth creamy thighs just below the blonde
patch of her pubic hair. She shuddered and chilled from the unexpected
sensation of the dog's cold wet nose on the sensitive flesh on her
inner thighs and the warm blast of his breath against her uncovered
genitals beneath her dress.

"Oh, no, you're not going to start that again," she warned him sternly.
But he paid no attention and renewed his effort to reach the hidden
source of the female scent that fascinated him. With a powerful
downward push, the big dog succeeded in opening Diane's tightly-
clenched thighs with his nose. He ran his tongue wetly over the full
length of the narrow pink slit that came into view. Her clitoris came
immediately to life and throbbed as the hairy beast's long moist tongue
slid wetly over the sensitive bud. She found herself responding without
conscious thought, her hips writhing back at the dog, moving of their
own volition, until it fully dawned on her what she was doing.

"Back, Wolf, back!" she snapped, pushing his face away determinedly
with both hands. The huge brute moved off the couch reluctantly, only
to sit and place his front paws on the back of the sofa beside where
she sat, his hindquarters beginning an obscene humping motion against
the edge of the couch. Diane watched aghast as his glistening, scarlet
penis slipped out from its hairy sheath, dripping lewdly. The tapered
point jabbed and danced in the air as he tried futilely to bury it in
the cushion. The hot scarlet of his stabbing member contrasted
startlingly with the darker muted color of the plush couch cushion.
Unnerved, she wracked her brain for some way to stop the great beast
before his untimely animal lust got completely out of hand. She moved
to rise to her feet, planning to lead the mountainous German Shepherd
by the collar out to his run, but a sudden snapping growl from the huge
creature froze her where she sat.

"Get down, Wolf! Stop it! Stop it ... right ... now ..." Her strident
authoritative tone began to fail her and then died out completely as
the dog's long, prong-like fangs appeared in a menacing snarl. She was
paralyzed, numb with fear at the dog's abrupt change of character, not
daring to move as Wolf lowered his forepaws from the sofa and prowled
the carpeted floor around her feet. Ominous sounds rumbled up
ceaselessly from deep in his powerful chest and he suddenly thrust his
snout between her slender ankles, wedging his brawny shoulders between
her curving calves as they came unwillingly apart. Feeling the panicky
sense of helplessness returning like a chronic disease, Diane tried to
clench her thighs and buttocks tightly together but the dog muscled
powerfully between her straining knees.

No, no, she thought frantically to herself, this can't happen again!

It had finally seemed as though she had gotten everything under
control, but now ...

For a moment, the quavering golden-haired girl tried to twist away from
the strange attack, but another threatening snarl made her fall limply
back onto the couch.

"No, no, Wolf! Bad dog! Lie down!" she shouted in desperation, hoping
that a new combination of words would make the rutting animal retreat.

As if in defiant answer, the huge dog brought his great panting head
down to the narrow hair-lined slit between her forced-open thighs and
licked at the wetness, sliding his soft red tongue along the thin hair-
fringed slit up to the hot little tip of her clitoris. It was just as
he had done before. She was helpless against the dog's intense
determination to keep her trapped on the couch, and felt her ripe young
body trembling and jerking under the tempting stimulation. This is
sick, she raged to herself; it's unnatural and perverted. But as she
tried to wriggle into a safer position, the monstrous dog's long tongue
snaked out again, licking hungrily at her moist crevice, lingering at
her tiny puckered anal mouth where the pointed red tip pushed and
probed, trying to force its way past the outer ring of soft rubbery
flesh. The young housewife's nervously-tensed thighs quivered at the
forbidden sensation and a deep moan spilled from her open lips. The
husky dog's slathering wet tongue was forcing her toward excitement in
spite of her revulsion at the thought of enjoying the unnatural
stimulation.

Diane groaned despairingly as she realized she wanted still more of the
mind-blurring, debasing stimulation. Her natural resistance was fading
under the maddening torture of the German Shepherd's tongue and
suddenly the giant lance stabbed into her vulnerable warm pussy like a
thick pink snake, plunging up deep into her, heedless of the sobbing,
tearful objections that came spontaneously from her mouth. The last
remnants of her self- restraint disintegrated and, oblivious to all
morality and reason, she rolled her tempting buttocks against the face
of the aroused animal, drowning in the weird obscene sensations of his
slithering tongue against her shamelessly aroused loins.

Before she realized what was happening, the dark-haired dog pulled away
from her willing vagina and reared up to place its forepaws on the
couch above her pinned shoulders. She gasped as she saw the creature's
glistening red penis slip out from its furry casing, its tapered point
dripping and dancing in the hot valley between her wide-spread thighs.
The dog began to shiver and tremble, trying to bury the blood-red tip
into her luscious ready body. Her mind reeling in a confusing daze of
sexual need and debasing humiliation, she looked up at him through her
wide eyes watching him over her nakedness. Then, as though a demon had
taken over her will, she thrust hungrily upward with her buttocks in a
mechanical attempt to capture the lengthening shaft of flesh between
her swollen cuntal lips. She heaved upward towards the long scarlet
organ as though she were a rutting bitch herself, and the very thought
of herself as another bitch animal in heat like those out in the kennel
sent another electric tingle reaching deep into her belly. She could
feel the seeping wetness between her thighs increasing even more and
her heart pounded loudly like a jungle drum.

Groaning, she pulled her thighs up tight against her over- spilling
breasts, turning up the flat plane of her silky loins in a frantic
effort to capture the jabby fleshy spear. The desire- maddened dog
pushed forward wildly as he struggled to implant the pointed tip of his
dripping cock between her thighs, striving to shove it into her until
his pinkly tapering hardness sank all the way into the wet opening,
popping cruelly into the tightly- clenched little hole with one quick
forward lunge.

With a strangled cry, Diane twisted to one side in an effort to escape
the sudden animal impalement. But having tasted his first success, the
lust-driven dog returned to the attack with all the barbarousness of a
Tartar, mindlessly, savagely humping against her tiny hardened clitoris
and slipping his flanks down to thrust between the naked lips of her
white-hot pussy.

At last, Diane grasped the dog's slippery prick without shame and
parted her cuntal opening to assist him, holding her breath as he began
to stroke into her, inch after inch of his long, thick cock
disappearing into her with each new pile-driving thrust of his hairy
flanks. Suddenly her frail young breath hissed out of her body in a
high whistling sigh as the great cock slipped into her all the way and
began to slam up into the moist cavern like a fleshy spike being
pounded deeper and deeper into a tight moist tunnel.

Wolf's forelegs dropped down on either side of her smoothly- curved
hips, trapping her, and she began to undulate her quivering young body,
her tightly-clenched buttocks grinding upward in lewd circles,
abandoning herself to the wonderful animal-fucking that she was
receiving from the German Shepherd. Her face was twisted with ecstasy
and her full taut breasts jiggled lightly, moving in time to the
throbbing dog-cock as it spiraled up into her vagina like a rampant
drill made of hot flesh.

Oh, God, she moaned, relishing every vicious slam of Wolf's prick into
her hotly raving cunt. She was being screwed senseless by a German
Shepherd, his huge dog-cock filling her slim belly and pushing her
inner organs higher and higher until she was afraid they would rupture
and be pushed all the way up out of her mouth. It was tearing the soul
from her body, driving it out of her with every powerful stroke. She
was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, to shoot his hot cum up
into her pussy, aching to be filled with the dog's lewdly-building
sperm. That was all that mattered to her now. She was reveling in her
defilement, uncaring, no longer capable of thinking about sex as right
or wrong or thinking of anything but the tremendous shaft of hard
animal flesh pistoning back and forth in her wide-stretched pussy,
causing her to hump back hungrily up against the dog's hairy, jerking
body like a female animal herself.

Small droplets of moisture were forming in the juncture of Diane's
erotically-rotating thighs, glistening and sparkling in the light as
they trickled down over her smoothly gyrating buttocks onto the couch,
sometimes sticking to the dog's sperm- laden testicles as they slapped
wildly against her nakedly upturned anus with each downward stroke. Her
rounded ass-cheeks began contracting uncontrollably, signifying her
approaching climax, and she screwed up greedily against the beast like
a woman possessed.

Suddenly a piercing scream came from her passion-twisted lips and she
rammed up violently against the dog just as he hunched forward and his
cock began spewing its sperm in hot searing torrents far into the
depths of her voraciously clasping vagina. The young woman's crazily
grinding buttocks began to pitch and toss wildly on the cushions of the
couch as her own thrilling climactic upheaval exploded deep in her
belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tightly-squeezing cunt as she
milked hungrily at the dog's thickly-jerking penis, drawing out every
last drop of the precious animal sperm. Glistening trails of the sticky
cum fluids streamed down the cream-white fullness of her buttocks,
creating dark stains in the velvety fabric of the couch below.

At last, the deflating cock of the drained beast slipped from her
mauled passageway with a lewd wet sucking noise that echoed obscenely
through the silence of the room. Then, in a last act of bestial
depravity, the dog dropped to the floor and lowered his furry muzzle
between her widely-splayed thighs, lapping at the warm viscous animal
sperm still dribbling from her well-fucked young cunt. He gulped it
thirstily until eventually there was none left and then he turned away
to lumber across the living room. Diane listened to Wolf whining
happily and unconsciously assumed that he was searching for a place to
rest. Then suddenly she heard the unmistakable click of the door
latching shut, followed by the soft padding of the dog's paws
descending the outside steps.

Gradually the realization of what she had just heard dawned on the
blonde girl's tortured mind. Her blue eyes fluttered open and her face
fell in utter paralyzing disbelief. Bill was home!

"Well, Diane, that was quite a performance. I didn't know that either
of you were so accomplished," her husband's voice rasped from where he
was standing inside the door, his suitcase on the floor beside him. "Do
you do that often while I'm away? Is that why you didn't worry your
pretty little head about putting me off that way before I left? You
knew you had something better waiting as soon as you could get your
stupid husband out of the house!"

Diane's shame and humiliation were beyond words. At that moment she
wished for death, for unending sleep and escape from the reality of
herself--a wanton slut who would use anything or anyone at her disposal
to quench the wildfire of passion raging within her.

"Oh, darling," she sobbed despairingly from the couch. "I don't know
what happened ... I couldn't help it ... I ..."

"Yeah, I could see you hated every minute of it, you bitch," he
snarled, reviling her tearful plea for understanding. "I'm just sorry
now that I didn't pick up one of those little floozies hanging around
my hotel. After being married to you, I could use a good lay for a
change! And to think that I even missed you, you slut! Jesus, Diane, I
knew you were selfish, but this is simply beyond belief!"

"No, no, darling, you don't understand! Please, let me tell you what
happened?" she pleaded. Then she gaped in horrified disbelief as her
husband began to tear off his pants, draping his shorts and trousers
over the back of a chair at the entrance to the living room. His prick
was jutting out from his hairy loins like a flashy sword and he wore an
ugly grin as he crossed the room to where Diane sat cowering on the
sofa.

"Notice my cock, baby," he spat out venomously as he stood in front of
her, his hands clenched defiantly on his slim hips. Smiling coldly at
her stricken expression, he continued, "That's right, I have a hell of
a hard-on. Watching you screw that goddamned dog is a lot more exciting
than listening to you whining day and night about how I don't love you
enough. Hah! That's a joke! Does Wolf love you enough, baby?"

Oh, God, if she could only tell him about the mind-breaking horrors she
had endured at the hands of Jack Green and his own precious dog, she
knew that her husband would not be cruel. But she had vowed to keep the
terrible secrets. "Darling, you must believe that ... I ... I ... love
you," she said weakly.

"Well, that's a thrill," he sneered. Then with an evil grin, he
commanded her, "Turn over, dog-fucker, and lean over the back of the
couch. I can see that normal sex just doesn't turn you on- -so I'm
going to give you something you'll love!"

Unthinking, willing to do anything to please him now, Diane twisted
around on the sofa, changing positions until she was kneeling with her
body resting on the back cushions. She felt her husband move closer
behind her and his rough hands rudely grasped the smooth oval globes of
her buttocks, pulling apart the soft yielding moons.

"Now, take my cock, you cheating little whore, and put it in your
asshole," he ordered her in a voice thin with anger. "I'm going to give
you something you'll never forget!"

Without conscious thought, his beautiful dazed wife obediently reached
back behind her and took hold of the throbbing hard shaft, aiming the
swollen purple tip at the tiny brown ring of her tight, hairless anus.
Her husband's long, thin cock leapt in her hand and he thrust
impatiently against her as she worked the bloated cock-head up and down
the full slit of her naked pussy, lubricating the long stiff member
with the warmly flowing animal sperm that still trickled wetly from her
ravaged vagina. She still had not fully comprehended his curt command
until she felt him reach down and guide the hard rubbery tip of his
eager cock up from her drenched vaginal lips and into the warm valley
between her upraised buttocks.

Behind her, her dark-haired husband gazed down at the gratifying
spectacle of his long thick prick wedged up against her luscious
virginal anus. He had always dreamed of fucking his proud young wife in
the asshole and now he had the perfect opportunity to do it and not
worry, for a change, about when the spoiled girl felt sufficiently
loved to bear the initial pain for his sake. His sperm-bloated balls
tingled with angry desire as his fingers sunk cruelly into the soft
flesh of her pliant white buttocks, pulling them apart, wider and wider
until the tiny brown hole parted a little. Suddenly understanding the
fiendish nature of his intentions, Diane began to squirm and whine, but
she could not manage to elude his grasp.

She felt the end of his finger start to probe at the entrance of her
exposed rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered opening tightly in a
desperate effort to prevent the awful penetration that she knew would
soon come. Bill continued to jab for a minute at the sensitive outer
edges of the small brown elastic circle and then suddenly shoved
forward with a sadistic grin on his handsome face, sinking the finger
in with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Diane jumped forward from the
pain, a gurgling moan rising from her throat. She suffered as he moved
the finger around in little rotating motions and gradually the agony
lessened. She relaxed a bit until she felt the extra pressure of a
second finger ram unexpectedly alongside the first. This time, it did
hurt and she jerked away in an effort to escape the painful entry. Her
husband pulled back, though, and continued to move the two fingers
inside her painfully-stretched rectum.

Oh, God, Diane thought as tears of pain and humiliation rose to her
eyes, he was really going to make love to her back there and there was
nothing she could do about it. She would never live through this--would
never be able to face herself again after this ultimate degradation and
subjugation. Even what had happened with Wolf had been child's play
compared to this ... How foolish she had been to ever think that
perhaps Bill would understand what she had been through this week! she
mused as a tiny spark of righteous anger kindled in her anguished
brain. Her beloved husband was a devil, a horrible fiend!

Diane tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Bill but it was
useless. He held her firmly with one hand as he wormed his fingers in
and out of her with the other, turning and twisting them in the tight
narrow hole. The pain lessened more and more until gradually she felt a
slight sensation of pleasure from the unnatural reaming. She was just
beginning to enjoy the feeling of the fingers in her rectum when
suddenly Bill pulled them out of her.

The two fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her
anus clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking
sound. He forced her lush legs wider with his knees, dropping his head
to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between them, moistening
the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending delicious shivers
coursing over the beautiful girl's back.

Then, Diane felt Bill's hands jerk her hips higher, driving her full
breasts more firmly into the back of the couch. Her flint-eyed husband
peered down at the tiny hairless circle of her anus and smiled bitterly
at how completely she was subjugating herself to his desires ... now
when it was too late to make any difference. He grasped harshly at her
soft hips, holding them steady before him as he impressed his long,
slender cock in the moist naked split of her cunt, running it up and
down the full length to moisten it with her own guilty wetness. Then,
he guided the pulsing cock forward until it touched the slightly-
stretched little anal mouth and moved it around, lubricating the tiny
cringing hole. Diane gasped in fear at the first startling contact.
God, it would never fit! It was too big! She tried to move forward
again but he held her solidly.

"Darling, don't do this to me ... to us ..." she groaned back at him.

"You weren't all that worried about us when you were getting fucked by
our prize German Shepherd," he mocked her.

She felt his hairy loins behind her and his hard cock searching and
probing into her upturned buttocks. Then, she felt a direct jabbing
pressure between his hands that was soft and rubbery at first and then
grew into an unresisting blunt hardness.

"Billlll, noooooo! Aaaaaggghh!" she finally screamed as she felt the
tight resisting nether ring giving way before the unyielding pressure
of his cock, its head popping into her with a jerk. She screamed again
and then groaned ceaselessly as the blunt intrusion of her own
husband's cruel shaft vibrated through every fiber of her being,
pushing the soft velvety flesh inside of her widely-stretched anal
passage in great waves before it. She groaned with pain as it sunk
deeper, deeper, deeper ... on and on into her until she felt the coarse
hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her vagina below.

Bill was inside her, in her asshole, all the way up to the hilt!

He paid no attention to her anguished cries and began to fuck viciously
and without mercy into the soft depths of his young wife's sweet, tight
asshole, bringing further sobs of pain and humiliation from her
tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life
and her whole behind felt wet and used as he levered up behind her and
began to plunge the full length of his punishing cock into her with
long smooth strokes. Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, now
that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard
thrust seared into her tortured rectum. She could hear his grunts of
sadistic pleasure floating through the silence of the room around them
and suddenly she hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving
him, even though there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Then,
despite the pain, she clenched her anal muscles tightly together in an
attempt to pull out his cock at its very roots.

"Aaaaaaaah, Gawwwwd," her husband groaned, throwing back his head in
ecstasy from the feeling of her warm clasping anal flesh enveloping his
cock. She was sorry momentarily when he cried out, but she could not
stand still and do nothing while she was being brutally fucked, even
though the pain was lessening now. In fact, the sensation of his cock-
head riding deep into her rectum was starting to send little darts of
warm pleasant feeling in her stomach, as though she had a second cunt
and was slowly learning how to enjoy its use.

She moved backward to meet the forward thrust of his stiff prick,
undulating her body and swinging the cheeks of her round ass in little
tight circles, clasping her anus tightly shut as he withdrew mightily
on the out-stroke. Bill rammed into her with fresh power, knowing that
she was beginning to like this depraved ass-fucking, the feeling of
being impaled on his long staff like a sacrificial piece of choice
animal flesh.

"Oooohh, yessss," she moaned as he slammed harder up into her belly,
pushing her forward and down until her breasts were smashed flat
against the back cushions of the couch. He felt her tighten her anal
muscles again and again around his hard thick length buried in her back
passage. His cock throbbed crazily and he flexed it up deep in her
rectum in an answering signal until he feared the head would explode
from the pressure around it like a burning hot, tight-fitting glove.

Her obvious surrender added to his excitement and in a vengeful effort
to torture his wayward wife, Bill pulled his imbedded cock almost all
the way out of her rectum until just the blood-inflated tip rested
inside the hot rubbery passage, then grinned as he saw her try to
squirm her nakedly-writhing buttocks back tighter on its rigid length.

But the spectacle inflamed his own lust as well, and with a hoarse
moan, he pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart and drove his pelvis into
her smooth yielding behind with a jarring vicious smack. He began to
ram rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering into her quivering
backside with brutal slaps that resounded through the house. His
sweating face dripped on her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten
in the pale afternoon sunlight in the room. He had now completely lost
control of his obscene lust and he felt his cock expanding in the
warmth of his wife's stretched rectum. His balls began to throb almost
painfully and his hardened prick felt as though it were about to
explode in the rubbery tight grip of his gorgeous wife's vice-like
back-passage.

Below him, Diane was mumbling and whimpering incoherently and he
increased the speed and power of his strokes until the couch began to
rattle and shake from the steady battering of his loins against her
buttocks. She could feel herself being split open wider and wider from
the power and pressure he was exerting deep up inside her. She wanted
to shout back obscenities at him and plead for him to use her however
he wanted to vent his pent-up angry lust on her helpless nakedness.

She wanted him to shoot his great load of seething creamy liquid deep
into her belly, to mingle his juices with the wetness of those of the
huge German Shepherd she had let fuck her moments before.

Then, suddenly, Diane heard him gasp and groan behind her as he
hammered the iron-hard length of his prick into her contracting,
velvety rectum, causing her to whine in a delirium of joy. He did it
again, roughly pulling her back onto him as though he were fitting a
tight sleeve on an oversized arm, then rotated the lust-inflated cock-
head deep in her rectum again. She mewled with delight. The boiling
lava of his milky sperm began to churn wildly in his swaying balls and,
with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed into her buttocks,
flattening the smooth globes of flesh against his loins.

Diane felt the warmth of the first delicious torrents of his white hot
liquid spread through her stomach and surge through her blossoming
nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, gush after gush, touching off her
own climax. She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her scream
as a great surge of animal ecstasy rippled through her and she felt her
own creamy cum fluids streaming from her open cunt below, trickling
down her inner thighs to mix with the dog sperm saturating the cushions
below.

Then she slowly collapsed on the sofa as she felt her husband begin to
withdraw his slowly-deflating cock from her sperm-flooded anal passage.
There was a slight, embarrassing little farting noise as it slipped out
from between the full white globes of her buttocks and a sudden rush of
cool air laved the steamy wetness of her ravaged loins as she sprawled
in exhausted satiation, face down on the couch.

Her body felt pillaged and subjugated beyond belief and her mind was
numbed by the certainty that her marriage was ended.


Chapter 8

"Darling, please don't do anything else to me," she pleaded, waiting
dully for her husband's voice to break the silence of the room. "I'll
leave if you want me to, but ... I can't take anything else right now.
Wolf ... I can't say anything to make you believe me, but, it did, it
did happen that way!"

Diane braced herself for the blistering sarcastic reply that she was
certain would soon come directly as a result of her husband's injured
pride. Naturally he would make her pay for what she had done--if he
still cared enough to be concerned.

God, he had walked in on her this afternoon and found her with a German
Shepherd pistoning in and out of her obscenely- accepting vagina. What
else could happen to her now?

"I believe you, sweetheart, so help me," Bill assuaged in a
surprisingly gentle voice. "When I saw that that dog turned you on, I
took a long look at myself, and I wondered why Wolf could satisfy you
more than I could. Sure, I was mad and did what I did partly out of
spite, but Jesus, I've got to admit that I've never been so hot to fuck
you before ..."

Diane was thoroughly dumbstruck by the impact of his words. As she
ransacked her mind for something appropriate to say, she saw that Bill
was actually sitting below her, on the floor, and she could not help
but see the understanding tenderness in the loving expression on his
handsome face. It was as though a miraculous ray of sunlight had
filtered through the gloomy reality of the last few days and
transformed the horrible truth into a bright rainbow of happiness.

"But, darling, I--"

"No, don't say anything else," Bill said softly, "because I think I
understand now ... I think I know what's been wrong with our marriage
so far ... me."

"Oh, Bill, it's no one's fault," she objected in an unconvincing voice,
snuggling closer to ward off any negative feeling from her handsome
young husband.

"It's not important who's fault it is, honey. The real truth is that
I've found out what kind of person you are beneath all that camouflage
... that mask you've been wearing since we've been married. And I like
that new person," Bill soothed, placing his arm around her shoulders
like the adoring husband that she had always dreamt of.

"Do you mean that?"

"Why don't you ask Jack Green?" Bill answered in a sly voice, his
eyebrows lifting in mock sternness. "He told me more about you in ten
minutes than I've learned in all the time we've been married ..."

The End

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