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Date: Sun, 19 Jan 97 11:05:55 GMT Lines: 524 Message-ID: <853671955snz@bartra.demon.co.uk> Reply-To: MCG@bartra.demon.co.uk X-Mail2News-User: MCG@bartra.demon.co.uk X-Mail2News-Path: bartra.demon.co.uk X-Newsreader: Demon Internet Simple News v1.29 MERRILL, CASTLE & GRAY (uk) Adult Books On The Internet Home of the `Sherezade Archive' A non-profit making organisation. Revenue from subscriptions to our monthly "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" and other publications serve only to finance and maintain our FREE and ever increasing archive. Mail: `free-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' for a FREE copy of "ELECTRA MAGAZINE" `list-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' for an up-to-date list of publications Requests for segments/stories are dispatched each Saturday +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ "HEATHER AND HAMLET" by: Nevyn ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was working from home, something I had promised Heather I wouldn't do. I had my little Toshiba lap-top, connected to my office Mainframe via modem, and I was processing sales transactions. I was behind, end of month looming ominously, and so I had to have 200 orders completed before midnight. O god I hate paperwork! Still, no need to be uncomfortable; I was seated in the big, soft, rocker in front of the fireplace, balloon of brandy on the side table, and Zamphir on the CD player. Heather glided down the stairs in a stunning lacy flowing thing, with dangly bits, and exciting acres of olive flesh showing. "Anything I can do to help?" She ran her hands around the back of my neck. I whimpered softly. "Sorry, honey I have GOT to get these fucking sales thingummies done." "What would happen if you just said `fuckit' and did them tomorrow, and came and made love with me instead?". Heather accidentally opened her gown slightly to show an endless length of tanned leg. "Month's-end roll-over will be held up, my boss will get pissed off, and I'll probably be publicly humiliated." I resolutely ignored her and continued tapping away at the keyboard. "You did promise you would never let work follow you home..." "...if I could avoid it, I said" "And nothing I can do will drag you away from the keyboard?" "Nope. I am going to discipline myself. I have will power. I will finish this huge, steaming mound of paperwork and be a hero." I shored up my resolve. I will do it. I can. Nothing can stop me!!! "O.K." and she left. I felt rotten. I really had promised not to work at home. Heather returned with Hamlet, our Great Dane dog. Hamlet is a beautiful beast. Harlequin coat, glossy, and with golden light playing over it from the flickering fireplace. Well muscled, he has cute, pointing ears, and an intelligent head he cocks to the side when you speak to him. I love that dog. We have been through hell together, and lived to tell about it. And we have been lovers for years. Hamlet sat on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace, and Heather began brushing him, something that Hamlet loves; long, slow strokes, following the contours of his body. Hamlet was soaking it up, wagging his tail slightly, and arching his neck up in pleasure. Did I mention that Hamlet likes being brushed? Actually it gets him horny. Horny as hell. Heather was sitting on the floor on another sheepskin next to him, and Hamlet lifted a paw and put it into her lap, thumping his massive tail on the ground. The noise caused me to glance back up from my lap-top, and I noticed (as I am wont to look out for things like that) that he was getting a hardon. Four inches of wet, pink meat as thick as your dick sticking out from the end of his sheath, bobbing up and down in rhythm to his panting. Heather was alternately rubbing the brush, then her hand down his body, following the smooth curves of his muscles. Abruptly Hamlet threw himself to the ground and rolled over onto his back. He stretched his front paws up and toward Heather, and spread his rear legs wide apart, flattening himself out to fully expose his magnificent genitals. He twisted his head around so his nose was touching Heather's knees, and snorted loudly. "Awwww, wassa madda, you big ole softy you". Heather sat up, then knelt next to him and dragged her nails from his elbows, down through his armpits, down his chest, across his belly, alongside his sheath, and over his balls. I could almost hear Hamlet purring. Lord knows I would be! Heather caught me staring at the scene playing out at my feet. "Look you, go back to your work. You were too busy, remember?" "Errr, ahhhm. errrm." I went back to typing, my hands shaking ever so slightly. Heather had the brush, and was working on Hamlet's front. I peeped over the display of the lap-top to watch this erotic side-show play out before me. Hamlet was writhing and wriggling around on the sheepskin, in absolute heaven, trying, almost innocently, to get Heather to rub his genitals with her hand. Slowly, torturously, Heather was brushing his chest and belly, occasionally brushing his groin along his sheath, now stretching around his hardon, and over his balls, to around to his arse. Hamlet groaned, and sighed deeply. I sighed deeply and groaned as I tried to balance the lap-top in my lap that had suddenly become mountainous. Discarding the brush, Heather was now just stroking the dog, running her hands up and down his full length, teasing him as she lightly played her hands over his hard dick, still encased in its sheath, and running lightly over and around his balls. Chasing the elusive nuts around in their black velvet pouch, one hand fondled his ballbag, while the other was being brushed down his chest. Heather moved around, walking on her knees to behind Hamlet's reclined form. As she leant forward to scratch his chest, her negligee draped over his exposed tool, and slithered down, stimulating him further. Bending further so her cheek was touching the soft, downy fur on his chest, she hugged him fiercely, sliding her face down his belly, then lightly kissed the exposed tip of his dick before running her tongue along the sensitive under-side, nuzzling her face into the warm silky soft skin of his balls as her hands massaged his thighs heavily. "Mmmmmm, I am definitely getting turned on by you. Who's a good boy then, hmm?". Hamlet wagged his tail, thumping it into Heather's thighs. Abruptly she stood and began to undo her top. Hamlet, thinking, I guess, that the game was over, rolled over onto his paws, and looked up at her. "Hey, hey big fellah. You just roll over again, hmmm? Lets take care of that big problem of yours." Cocking his head from side to side, Hamlet thumped his tail again. Now naked, Heather squatted next to him and began scratching along his under-side with her nails. Again Hamlet rolled over with his front paws extended toward her, and his back legs splayed out to give full access to his publics. Moving around so she was in front of his head, Heather placed her knees on either side of his head. Carefully, she leant forward over his chest, and, placing her palms on the floor near his back legs, lowered her mouth toward his dick, tickling its sensitive head just lightly with the tip of her tongue. In the meantime, I could hear Hamlet sniffing loudly, tracking the faint scent of Heather's sex. Even without lifting his head off the floor, his muzzle was long enough for his tongue to snake out and caress Heather's pussy lips. Supporting herself with one hand, Heather held the base of Hamlet's sheath with the other, and running her mouth up and down the exposed length of his shaft, quickly slid her tongue quickly around the tip. As Hamlet's tongue slapped against her twat, she jerked slightly, then hummed with deep pleasure. The spectacle of Heather and Hamlet sixty-nining at my feet was sending my libido through the roof. Let alone type any more sales transactions, I was so randy now I could hardly keep the Tosh in my lap! A large, struggling and uncomfortable thing in my trousers, with every suck and lap from the pair on the floor, my cock twitched, and my balls ached as I watched, fascinated. Now engorged to its full seven or so inches (you really DO have to see a dogs erect tool to really appreciate how well hung they are!) and proudly released from its sheath, Hamlet's dick slipped deep, deep down Heather's throat, her lips sliding easily down around the sensitive meat. Thrusting his hips up off the floor to push his dong further into the wanting cavity, Hamlet and lapping frantically at Heather's pussy, nuzzling his (I imagine cold, wet) nose into the crack of her arse as she squirmed her hips down onto his muzzle, making moans of pleasure. Abruptly she pulled back her head, and a small jet of clear fluid shot out of the tiny aperture of Hamlet's dick as his hips thrust forward, and splashed against her breasts. "Uh uh! Not so fast! Can't have you going off yet! Have to satisfy ME first." Lifting one knee over Hamlet's head, Heather turned around so now she was positioned over his dick. Pulling back on the base of his sheath where it joins his crotch, Heather made his dick stand vertically, glistening wetly in the golden glow of the fire. Bracing one hand on Hamlet's chest with the other holding his meat upright, she guided the tip of his dick around the entrance to her pussy, stimulating both herself and Hamlet. Carefully locating the tip into her opening and slowly sliding down the length of his rigid hardon, her pussy lips caressed down the entire length of his dick. Her head back and eyes closed, she sighed with the pleasure, savouring, I imagine, the feeling of Hamlet's meat well inside her. Hamlet groaned a deep, long groan of satisfaction too. From a kneeling position, Heather was only able to move up and down a couple of inches. Bringing her knees up and crouching over Hamlet, now she could ride up and down the entire length of his dick. Having been on the receiving end of the same treatment from Heather myself, I knew the erotic stimulation Hamlet's dick was receiving, and Hamlet was responding by thrusting his hips forward off the floor to drive his meat further into her as she rode down, impaling herself. Demanding to be released to frolic and cavort with the couple at my fett. In my trousers my dick was a jumping, twanging demon, (with a slimy head) and I could feel my will- power slipping! The base of his dick had receded to its normal diameter when Hamlet had rolled over, but stimulating him toward orgasm as Heather rode,it began to expand again. Making an audible sucking sound as it was withdrawn, each time it reappeared from inside Heather's twat, it had swelled slightly, and every time Heather reached the limit of her downward travel, as Hamlet's hips thrust forward, she was effectively sitting on his groin. I estimated she must have had at least seven inches of hot dog-meat pulsing inside her. Finally, so big had that swelling become, Heather was having to force herself down on Hamlet's dick, stretching her pussy lips around the lump of flesh at the base. "Oh yeah, good boy. Mmmmm, that feels sooooo goood. What a goood dog." Only the pressure of the changes of force were stimulating her now, no actual movement. Squatting up and down, Heather had her eyes closed and her head back, crooning to Hamlet, whose dick had grown so large that it was wedged tightly into her hole. Convulsively, Hamlet began to thrust his hips upwards, and the tempo of Heather's riding increasing, her fingers knotting into the fur on Hamlet's chest, nails gouging into flesh as she rode toward the crest of her pleasure, I could tell they were both nearing a crescendo. "Oh yesss, come on boy, whose a good doggy huh, Oooohh MMmmm yesyesyes, ahhhhhh". Fully tied to him by his swollen knot, faster now, and faster, Heather rode Hamlet's dick. Hamlet pushed his hips off the floor, and licking his lips loudly, smacking his tongue around his jowls, the pulses of his dick drove Heather higher. I could see he was coming, squirting his sperm deep inside my wife. "Ohhhhhhhh that feels good, Gonna make me come... Gonna make me come! I'm gonna COME! Oh oh oh oh.. I'm coming! Oh Hamlet, you're making me come!! AAAaauuuurrgh! Good boy, what a GOOD BOY!! OOOOooohhhhh...." Both hands digging into Hamlet's chest, her head thrown back, Heather bounced up and down as she exclaimed her arrival. Gripping the top edge of the display of my Toshiba, my knuckles were white as Heather ground her hips down onto Hamlet's belly, his dick still firmly plugged into her, and savoured the wash of the orgasm through her. "Oooohhh that feels good. Can feel you squirting boy. What a good dog. Whose a good boy, huh? Mmmmm". As she massaged his chest, Hamlet was still now, eyes half closed, body awash in the flow of the orgasm he floated in. Suddenly falling forward and circling Hamlet's chest with her arms, Heather nuzzled up to his soft jowls, kissing him firmly on his lips, below his nose, and in a display of true passion, chasing it with her own as his tongue snaked out, opened her mouth and took it in. By the way his muscles were flexing, I knew that somewhere in Heather's deep recesses, his cock was still pumping come. "O.K. You win!" Dumping the lap-top onto the coffee table, I fairly leapt out of the chair, shedding all my clothes in one quick movement. "I give up! I couldn't do it! Please, please, please, please, can I have a turn now, huh, huh, huh?". Heather looked up at me, standing there on front of Hamlet and her, buck naked, hardon bobbing as though on a string, and sooooo randy, I was shaking, and as she sat up, smiled. "Hang on, weren't you the guy who was too busy for sex?" She reached up and tracing a finger around my nipple, down my chest, just lightly touched the slick-tip of my dick. Remember, his engorged dick wedged tightly into her, she was still tied to Hamlet, and until his dick finally receded and she was released, they would remain like that for at least another twenty minutes. Until then, she was savouring the intimate embrace. "All finished!" I lied. "Well then I guess it's okay to do something about you too." Reaching towards me, Heather lightly ran her hands around my ballbag, just enough to tickle. Moving forward, my feet either side of Hamlet's head, I ran my hands through her hair as she took my dick into her mouth. Ahhh!, the feeling of warm, experienced lips closing around my meat. Heather knows EXACTLY what I like, and running her tongue around the sensitive under-side of my dick with precision, she peeled back my foreskin with her lips. Leaning forward slightly, kneeling on the floor again, she pulled her head back, and then sucking my dick in, slid one hand up the shaft and while the other played with my balls, I pulled her head onto my length and began thrusting forward with my hips. Watching Heather screw Hamlet had brought me most of the way already, and as she sucked me, the feel of those warm lips playing up and down my shaft quickly brought me quickly to the edge of ejaculation. Feeling the electricity of my orgasm approaching as my dick slid into her mouth, I thrust forward. Bringing herself toward another orgasm, Heather started riding Hamlet's dick again and quickly as she rode, eyes half closed in pleasure, Hamlet was squirting come into her. (I love the staying power of dogs. They can orgasm continuously for about twenty minutes. Makes me jealous as hell). Harder she sucked, and faster she moved her head, her fingers scratching at my perineum. Trying to hold off orgasm, gripping the side of her head as I thrust my hips forward, the thought of Hamlet's fleshy dick spurting inside my wife as she rode it to her orgasm kept intruding into my thoughts, and I couldn't hold back. Slam! My dick jumped as I felt my muscles squeeze the first pulse of come into Heather's mouth. Fairly bouncing up and down on Hamlet now, moaning in the throes of her second orgasm. at that moment, Heather pulled her head back and began jerking off my dick with her hand. Her hand pumping on my shaft, I grunted as my muscles forced thick come to squirt from my dick and impact onto Heather's breasts and grabbing my dick with my own hand, as I vigorously jerked myself off, I watched fascinated as she rubbed my come into her breasts as she came. Dripping down to land in his chest fur and matting his hair, Hamlet would spend ages tracking down the scent and trying to lick up the remainder of my semen. Finally the wave of orgasm receded, and I stepped back. I would have preferred Heather to swallow my come, I mean it is very erotic to come into a swallowing mouth, but this was Heather's show, and I knew what she wanted next as she once more leaned forward over Hamlet. Smelling my come on her, Hamlet craned his neck forward and loudly started lapping it off Heather's breasts. Scratching him on the top of his head and praising him for a good dog, when her breasts were clean of come, I knelt at his head, and allowed him to clean the come off my hand and dick. Hamlet has a soft, velvety tongue, and he is very gentle, so him cleaning me was very erotic. Kissing Heather whilst she was still locked to Hamlet, we hugged but after a few minutes, their embrace broke. Instantly curling up as his dick slithered free, he began licking his own and Heather's juices from his genitals as, work forgotten, Heather and I stood and retreated to the bedroom. THE END +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ If you enjoyed reading "HEATHER AND HAMLET" e-mail: `com-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' If you did not enjoy reading "HEATHER AND HAMLET" e-mail `com-mcg@bartra.demon.co.uk' +~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+ "HEATHER AND HAMLET" Author: Nevyn copyright: layout: Merrill, Castle & Gray 1996 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of the publishers. 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