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Animal Urge 
by Carlotta Graham (address withheld)

***

A pretty young wife is buffeted by forces beyond her 
control, by both man and beast. (MF, F/dog, wife, nc, 
rp, mast) 

***

Chapter 1 
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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 un-sated 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 
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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 
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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 licking and jostling, 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.

"W-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, 
Mister... Mister 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 
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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 up-tilted 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 fire-
hose 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.

"W-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, up-thrusting 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 
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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.

"BILL NO!! 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 
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"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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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