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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Mary's Great Dane
by William Scott
Chapter 1
When he ran his hands slowly downward over Cindy's body, she sighed
and thrust her cunt forward, pressing her belly against the outline of his
hard cock. He felt a sudden urge to throw her down on her back and fuck
her, forcibly if necessary. But Pete Braden wasn't the kind of guy to do
such a thing --- at least he had never done so to the present moment.
He heard her sighing again, this time close to his ear. When he felt
her wet tongue passionately darting into his ear, he picked her up bodily
and carried her into the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he carried her
to the bed and dropped her, falling down over her body at the same time
that his hands went beneath her short skirt and tugged at her sheer panty
hose. He yanked the hose down, as well as her panties, and placed his
hand over her warm wet cunt. Her snatch was well-lubricated, which meant
she was ready to fuck.
It was thrilling to have a "new" woman ready, willing and eager for
it. There was nothing better in life. Pete wondered idly if his wife
Mary was presently having a passionate reaction to Mark Alexander, if
Cindy's husband's advance had aroused her as much as he was aroused. Pete
hoped so, or thought he did. It would be better if Mary did feel passion
with Mark. This was the first time for each couple --- the first time
they had swapped partners. And the first time, so it was said, was
usually the greatest.
"Oh, Pete," Cindy murmured. "Put it in, baby, all the way in. Make
me cream."
"Let's take our clothes off, Cindy," he said quickly, wanting
desperately to be naked in bed with this hot, lovely woman.
"All right, but I'd just as soon take the tube with my clothes on,
Pete."
He grinned tensely at her term. "Be more fun it we take 'em off,
Cindy."
She sprang from the bed and undressed hurriedly, then she flopped
back down on the bed, her long legs spread wide, her mouth open, her eyes
slits, her breathing fast and jerky. Obviously, she was even more
passionate than he had first thought.
Pete gazed at her tits, observing how rounded and well-molded they
were. The tits were made for fondling, sucking and whatever else a guy
could think up to do with them. She was a pretty woman all over, with
long blonde hair, parted in the middle and hanging down over her shoulders
--- it had a habit of getting in front of her eyes and she had a habit of
knocking it away, not just pulling it back with her hand. Her eyes were
very blue and large, her teeth white and almost perfectly even, her lips
red, full and inviting. She was, he knew, about twenty-six, which was
exactly the same age as Mary. The most important thing about her he was
just now discovering --- she was a passionately hot woman and had few, if
any, inhibitions.
"Pete," she said, "come out of your fog and fuck me, baby. I want to
feel that long hard prick of yours rammed up my cunt."
He started. "Hey!" he cried. "I'm sorry. I was lost in stupid
thought for a moment. I see you have 'em spread wide, baby. Want to feel
the old prong, eh?" He knew his remark was silly-sounding, but for the
life of him he could think of nothing witty or brilliant. He hoped she
wouldn't think he had sounded too much like an ass.
She was giggling. "Get on top of me, baby, and fuck the living hell
out of me. I'm so hot I'm about to have an orgasm by myself."
Pete grinned tensely and crawled on top of her warm, eager body.
Using his hand, he steered his erect cock into her wet, quivery cunt. Her
hole was tight and small and he liked women to be that way. It required a
good deal of moving about and pushing in on his part-along with some help
from her that consisted mostly of loin-raising, passionate grunting and
sighing-to achieve depth. His cock went in all the way to his balls.
"Pete," she sighed, "don't move for just a moment. Leave it in like
that. It feels so good."
He waited perhaps fifteen seconds before starting to move slowly in
her cunt. She moaned and clutched his bare butt as if afraid she were
going to lose him, her fingernails going deep into his flesh. He flinched
as blood began to trickle down the sides of his legs, but paid no real
attention to it. Cindy dug her nails in more deeply and moaned again,
stiffening her body like a bitch dog in heat. Pete penetrated her cunt as
deeply as possible, his hard-on quivering inside her twat, ready to squirt
at any moment. He held back from his almost overpowering desire to fill
her box with male milk and be done with it; that would not be a good thing
to do to this lovely woman who had consented to fuck him. Once again he
thought of Mary and Mark, and wondered if they were lying belly against
belly. Probably they were. There was no reason to believe that Mark and
Mary would be any slower about getting at the balling than Pete and Cindy.
"Oh, Pete," Cindy breathed in his ear. "What a wonderful way of
fucking you have. I just love it, but can you ... move a bit faster,
baby? You're hitting it perfectly ... oh! Oh! ... my goodness, that is
... so good!"
She began to moan loudly and thrash about. Her body shuddered, and
he knew she had had a small orgasm.
"You have a nice, tight cunt, Cindy," he said in her ear. "I've
wanted to stick it into you for some time now."
"And I've wanted you to, Pete. Oh ... oh ... dear ... faster, baby.
Much faster now. I believe I'm ... going to ... blow again."
Peter increased his speed and almost shot off in her cunt because of
the way she had just spoken. Having one's prick deep inside a lovely
woman and hearing her speak in the manner Cindy had just done was enough
to cause a man to blow off quickly and with great force. She had the most
wanton way of speaking he had ever heard. Wanton but wonderful.
"Faster, baby, faster. Fuck the hell out of me, PETE!"
She had practically screamed his name, though he didn't realize it.
Now he thrust even faster in her cunt and felt her stiffening again, felt
her digging her nails into the bleeding spots of his butt, felt her jerk
and shudder time and time again.
All of this was just too much for Pete.
He shot his wad into her cunt, and felt his body jerking
convulsively. She pressed her crotch upward, trying to get his prick even
farther into her box, but this was patently impossible --- he was already
in as deeply as he could go, the head of his cock still squirting hot
fluid into her hole.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, her voice thick. "Oh, my God ... baby ...
what a crazy good fuck you are ... the best ever."
Pete was not moving now. He was lying motionless as she spouted the
passionate compliment and, when she did so, he felt the after-squirt from
his still hard whang. She sighed and wrapped both legs about his thighs
and clung to his lower body as if fearful he might leave her, which he had
no intention of doing. What a woman she was, what a hot-blooded,
passionate wench he had under him, her cunt continuing to clasp tightly
about his stiff prong.
"Take it out, Pete," she said, her tone intense. "Take it out and
get off."
"But why?" he protested. "I can make it again. Just give me a
moment to get my breath back."
"Oh, I want you to do it again," she answered tensely. "Only this
time we'll do a sixty-nine. I'll suck your prick and you lap my cunt.
Honestly, baby, I'm so hot I'm ready to die! Whatever is there about you
to make me feel this way?"
He pulled out of her cunt gingerly, his cock still stiff and
sensitive. "You affect me the same way, Cindy. Maybe we're just natural
sex partners. There is such a thing."
"Turn around," she cried, ignoring his remark in her urgency.
"Hurry, baby. I've got to suck your cock! I don't know what's the matter
with me. I'm so ... hot ... I'm ... so ..." She did not complete her
sentence for a good reason --- she had taken his dick in her mouth and it
was halfway down her throat as her tongue ran over the cockhead, making
him shiver with delight and almost squirt off in her mouth before she had
really begun blowing him.
She removed her mouth momentarily. "Go, baby! Suck me off like I
want it done."
Immediately, her mouth closed over his prick and he felt her warm
lips tuggingly sucking the head. Her fingers went lightly about his
stiffened shaft, and she began to jack him into her throat.
"We'll have to get together again soon, Cindy," he muttered thickly,
his heart hammering fiercely with wild passion.
Again she removed her mouth from his prick. "We will, baby, we sure
will. Now that I know a guy who's as hot as I am, I'm not going to let
him get away ... except to go home to his wife." She started to giggle,
but in the middle of it placed her lips about his prick again, bringing
the laugh to a wet gurgle.
Pete found her cunt extremely wet and warm. He thought of it as
having nicely scented excitement. He dipped his tongue deeply into her
wet slit and, when he did so, she poured forth a sudden stream of fluid
that was sweet and sticky and wonderful. He lapped it and loved it, the
taste of it wildly exhilarating to him.
"Make me come again, baby!" she cried, her words muffed because she
still had his cock between her lips.
"I will," he promised. It was at this precise moment that he
encountered the little pointed nub. As he ran his tongue lightly over it,
it became larger and stiffer, much in the manner of a male growing a hard-
on, only smaller. "Hey," he exclaimed in mock surprise. "What's this you
have?"
"Don't talk, suck!" she cried wantonly, moving her cunt back and
forth, drawing her dripping slit over his mouth.
Pete lay still and allowed her to proceed with this technique,
savoring the musky scent of her cunt. The juice came from her slit in
quantities that astonished him. He had never known a woman to pour forth
in such a manner. It was almost as if she were a man inside blowing off.
Repeatedly, he tasted the sweet lubricant that came from her twat and
found he liked it more and more with each kiss. Finally, he became so hot
he buried his face in her snatch and tried to tongue her and rub her with
his nose at the same time. He had no idea of what this would do to her,
nor had he given it any thought, but he found out in a hurry. She
transferred her hands from his back to his balls and began to rub them
frantically, which alarmed him to no end and made him stop.
"Don't!" he gasped to her. "I mean ... take it real easy there,
doll."
"I want to," she breathed heavily.
He recognized the wild passion in her tone, the urgency, the near-
madness of it, and knowing full well that high passion is but an ecstatic
form of temporary madness, he desisted from saying anything more in this
regard. Instead, he shifted his body slightly so that she would have
greater difficulty in accidentally harming his nuts.
"Suck me off, doll," he told her, and wondered why he was using the
word "doll", a word he had not used in a long time.
"I'm sucking, baby," she whispered back to him. "Lap me up, baby.
Lap up my cunt but good."
He felt his peak approaching and then knew he had better warn her.
"I'm coming, Cindy!" he gasped. "Go fast, baby. Faster!"
She took hold of each of his balls and pulled the sac, which hurt him
considerably but suddenly he didn't mind. Let her hurt him. What did it
matter?
Her head bobbed up and down on his dick furiously, her tongue lapping
the head of his prick while he did nothing, really, but lie still and let
her continue to rub her slit back and forth over his protruding tongue.
Pete Braden suddenly blew off in Cindy's mouth. He shot every drop
of semen that was in his male body. She swallowed it greedily and begged
him for more. He kissed her cunt --- it was extremely wet now, swimming
in the juices of her passion-and was about to pull his head from between
her lovely thighs when she fastened her legs together behind his head,
holding him firmly in her crotch.
Pete, after his first rebellious reaction had passed, found he rather
liked this.
"Keep going down on me, Pete," she begged. "I haven't had enough
cunt-lapping yet."
"Hey," he murmured. "Does Mark get this sort of treatment every
nights"
She giggled, but even in her giggle there was passion. "Sometimes I
keep the poor guy awake all night."
"I'll bet he doesn't mind that," Pete said.
"Never mind him. I'm your wife as of this moment. Mark is Mary's
mate. Let's stay away from speaking of them for the time being."
Pete was slightly taken aback. "Oh ... all right ... sorry if I
upset you, Cindy."
She began to pump her hips. "Damn it all, Pete, suck me, lap me off,
do something that'll make me come again."
He applied his mouth to her cunt with vigor and in no time had her
sighing and moaning as well as stiffening her body and clutching at his
hair with strength he would not have believed she possessed. He quickened
his lapping and, sighed, moaned, sighed again, breaking off in the sigh to
shudder rapturously as she had a violently delightful orgasm, or at least
he thought she had by the way she fondly tugged his hair and kissed his
hands afterward.
He removed his head from between her long, moist thighs and sat up on
the bed, then stared down into her lovely blue eyes. They were shining,
he saw.
"Pete Braden," she said weakly, "you are absolutely wonderful in
bed." Her long, blonde hair was damp with perspiration and she tried to
slip it out of her eyes but without success-the hair clung to her cheeks.
Grinning, she pulled her hair from her face and pushed it back as she sat
up and wrapped her arms about her drawn-up knees. "I'm very glad you and
Mary and Mark and I made the decision, Pete."
"The decision to trade partners on occasion? So am I, Cindy. I
enjoyed this a lot. You're an extremely hot gal."
She frowned slightly. "I hope our trading won't be as infrequent as
you make it sound, Pete. I don't believe I could stand it without you in
bed with me at least once a week."
He laughed. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, bending his head in mock
fashion. "May I return the compliment."
"What compliment?" she asked. "I mean that sincerely. It wasn't
just a compliment. I'm really going to need you at least once a week."
He grinned. "Oh ... I thought you were complimenting me on my
masculinity."
She screwed up her face, wrinkling her nose cutely. "Silly, I was
... and I wasn't. I never saw anyone like you ... except Mark, of course.
He's my husband and he's very good, too."
"I would imagine he is, Cindy. You'd make any man good in bed, I
think." He paused. "I wonder how he and Mary are getting along."
She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I'll bet Mark's got his whang into
your wife as far as it'll go, baby. I'll bet that dick of his is making
Mary have one orgasm after another."
"Has Mark got a big one, Cindy?" Pete asked hesitantly.
She laughed. "Don't worry, Pete. Mark's got a good-sized cock, but
he's not quite in your class. For heaven's sake, don't ever tell him I
said this --- it would hurt his feelings."
Pete grinned, told her he wouldn't, and a moment later gestured
towards his prick. "See what you do to me, Cindy. It's hard all over
again."
She smiled and, leaning over, kissed his cock passionately. "I love
you," she said, appearing to be talking playfully to the prick and not
Pete. "I love the sap out of you, you big, long devil."
Pete threw back his head and laughed so hard it hurt his ribs.
"You're nuts, Cindy!" he cried. "But you're ever so wonderful."
"Your nuts are pretty wonderful, too, Pete," she said, playing on
words.
"Ho boy, are we getting clever now!" he cried and, grabbing her,
forced her down on her back and kissed her mouth. She snaked her tongue
into his mouth and they tongue-kissed for several minutes before she broke
free.
"Hey, I'm getting out of breath. I think I'd like a drink, too. How
about you, Pete?"
He shrugged. "I'll have whatever you have."
She crawled off the bed, her tits sensuously swaying. He made a
lunge for her, but she eluded him and ran from the room, her bare ass
delightfully swinging from side to side. Pete followed her with his eyes
and was tempted to hop out of bed, chase her and cornhole her on the
floor. But since this was his first time with her as a swap partner, he
figured he had better cool it a bit. After all, he had blown in both her
cunt and her mouth already. There was no need to seek out still another
hole to fill with jism.
Or was there?
He lay down flat on the bed, his cock erect again. Looking at it, he
smiled tensely and wondered why it was he had seldom felt this way with
his own wife.
"Knock it off," he muttered aloud. "Don't start thinking that way,
you nut."
Cindy was gone so long that Pete finally got up from the crumpled bed
and walked naked into the front room. The lights were on just as they had
left them, but Cindy was not in view. Thinking she had gone to the
bathroom, he poured himself a drink and carried it to a sofa and sat down.
He had no more than done so when the front door opened and a young woman
stepped into the house. When she saw that Pete was naked, she flushed
and, turning about, yanked at the door and murmured something about being
a neighbor who wanted to use Cindy's phone. She also mumbled she was
terribly sorry that she didn't know Cindy had a guest. Before Pete could
move, the woman was out of the house and the door had been closed.
Pete grinned. "Not bad," he said softly, referring to the woman's
build. She had been a brown-haired, big-titted woman with nice legs and
hips.
"Who's not bad, Pete?" Cindy asked from behind him.
He turned and saw she was wearing a robe. He glanced at his own
nakedness. "Maybe I'd better pull on my pants," he said. "A woman barged
in a moment ago, a brown-haired gal. Afraid she saw me naked and left in
a hurry. Said she wanted to use the phone." He cleared his throat.
"Guess I embarrassed her."
Cindy laughed. "That must have been Rose. She lives next door.
She's not married ... afraid of men, I guess, something like that. I'll
have a hell of a time explaining what you were doing here naked." Cindy
frowned thoughtfully. "The hell I will. This is my house. On second
thought, I won't say a word to her about it. I mean I won't explain
anything."
Pete held up his glass. "I helped myself to a drink."
"Oh, fine, Pete." Cindy frowned again a moment later. "Tell me, did
Rose just barge right in without knocking?"
Pete shifted his weight on the sofa, nearly spilling his drink.
"Well," he replied uncomfortably, "I didn't see her when she came in.
Maybe she knocked and I didn't hear her."
"Do you know what I think she is, Pete?" Cindy said suddenly,
carrying her drink across the room as she talked.
Pete stared at her. "I have no idea, Cindy." He paused. "I
scarcely saw the woman. Tell you the truth, I was looking for a pillow or
something to cover myself with and I didn't see her too clearly. I ..."
"I don't believe you understood me, Pete. What I'm saying is this
... I think we have a female Peeping Tom next door. I'll bet you anything
she looked in one of the side windows, saw you sitting here naked and ran
around the door and barged in on purpose."
This seemed incredible to Pete. "But," he said, "she seemed honestly
embarrassed. I'm fairly certain of that. She ..."
"It was an act, Pete. She was putting on an act. I can't prove
this, but I've had vague suspicions about her for some time now."
"Hmm," Pete said. "Interesting."
"Maybe we should call her a Peeping Tomette. Tom sounds too
masculine to me," Cindy said absently.
"Unless, of course, she is one of those females."
Cindy shook her head. "She's not the Lesbian type. I wonder ...
just what type she really is."
Pete laughed. "You'd better get me one of Mark's robes. She might
be looking at me through the window."
Cindy giggled. "If I thought she was, I swear I'd put on one hell of
a show for her ... like sucking your cock, for example."
Pete sucked in his breath. "I like the way you talk, doll. I really
do." He paused and glanced at his wrist watch. "It's time for me to go
home, Cindy. We agreed on three hours ... right?"
"Has the time gone that fast?" she asked, dismay on her face.
"Yes," Pete replied. "I promised Mary I wouldn't overstay my
welcome."
"Okay, Pete," she said, smiling. "I had a wonderful time. You'd ...
better get dressed before you go out that door, you know."
He grinned. "I suppose you're right," he told her. "I had a fine
time, too." He meant it.
She grinned. "Send Mark home when you get to your place, will you?"
"Sure ... unless he's got his dick buried in my wife, in which case I
won't."
Cindy simply smiled and Pete went to the bedroom where he dressed
rapidly. Returning to the front room, he grinned when he realized he had
a hard-on from remembering the session. He kissed her, said he would see
her again soon, and left the house.
Chapter 2
As he passed the house next door, the porch light came on and he
blinked, startled by the suddenness of its glare. He glanced quickly at
the brown-haired woman standing in the doorway, her lips pursed.
Immediately it occurred to him that her lips were formed just right for a
suck job, and just as immediately he tried to put the absurd thought out
of his mind. He considered saying hello to her, but instead walked on a
few paces, stopped and turned around. He ran back to the in-walk and up
onto her porch.
"Rose," he said, "please let me come inside."
Much to his astonishment, she pushed open the screen door and stepped
aside to allow him to enter. He did so and she closed both the screen
door and the main one. She did not quite meet his gaze, but he did not
try to stare her down. He was too interested in the phone that stood on a
stand nearby. Stepping over to it, he dialed a number that he knew heard
the person answering at the other end, and without speaking, hung up and
turned about to face Rose.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why?" Apparently she knew he meant why had she made believe she
wanted to use the phone next door.
"I don't know," she said. "I saw you sitting there naked ... and
something wild came over me ... I don't know what ... such a thing has
never happened to me before. It is true my phone's working, and I didn't
want to use Cindy's. It is also true that I wanted to see your ... nudity
close up.
"May I ask you a question, a rather personal one, Rose?"
She nodded hesitantly.
"Do you need a man?" he asked bluntly.
She flushed and averted her eyes. "I don't know. I don't know much
about such things. I'm ... terribly embarrassed ... would you please
leave now?"
"Certainly," he said. "If you insist on it."
"I'm afraid of ... myself."
He smiled kindly at her. "Sure. I understand that, I think I'll go
now. My name is Pete. I live nearby. I'm married, but ..."
"I know you are," she said. "I've seen you before, many times."
Now he was slightly embarrassed. "Oh ... have you?" he asked.
"Well, good-bye for now. Nice talking to you, Rose."
"You're a very handsome man," she said softly, but boldly,
apparently, for her.
"And you're a very pretty woman. Good night,
"Good night ... Pete."
He had no more than stepped outside than the porch light was turned
off, leaving him in darkness. He groped his way down the two steps to the
in-walk and had not gone more than five feet when he heard a sound behind
him, the sound of light running steps. The next moment he felt her arms
go about him from the rear while she snuggled her head against his back.
"Pete, don't go ... I saw what you did to Cindy ... on the bed ...
Come back. Do that to me ... please."
He was astonished but elated, though he knew he had better play his
cards carefully, or she might turn and run back into the house like a
frightened creature. Only sheer desperation had caused her to rush out of
the house and cry out those impassioned words after she had flung her arms
about him. Without question the woman was in great need and this great
need had momentarily thrown to the winds her shyness and reticence toward
men, things that Pete probably would have known instinctively even if
Cindy had not told him.
He turned about slowly and, even as he did so, her arms continued to
hug him fiercely. Once he glanced quickly at Cindy's place and was mildly
surprised to note there were no lights on in the house. His attention,
however, was strictly limited to Rose's manner of standing close to him.
Her body was quivering like a frightened colt's, she was half sobbing and
perhaps even slightly hysterical. One thing, the most important thing, he
now discovered even though it was pitch-dark outside, was that her upper
body was unclothed. She must have stripped off her blouse and bra the
moment he had stepped through the doorway and followed him with the
definite purpose of pressing her tits against his body.
"Rose," he said very softly. "Do you want me to make love to you?"
"Y-Yes. Everything you did to ... Cindy."
"We must go back inside," he told her gently.
"Y-Yes ... of course. Come."
He walked up onto the porch and pushed open the door, which stood
ajar. She kept both arms wrapped about him as though fearful he might
leave her. Her body was still quivering. Obviously, the woman was scared
and shaken up by what she was doing, but her passion was overriding all
her other feelings.
Pete closed the door and kissed her almost in the same motion. She
clung to him more fiercely than before, and it crossed his mind that he
had told Mary he would be back home immediately after laying Cindy as per
agreement between the two couples, but here he was in another woman's
house, a sex-starved woman at that. Pete was not worried about this, but
he was concerned that Mary might think an accident had befallen him if he
didn't return within a reasonable period of time. Probably she would call
Cindy, who would tell her he'd left at an earlier hour and ---
"Talk dirty to me, Pete ... Please make me feel ... you know ..."
Pete knew. She wanted him to make her feel like a wanton and then
when the morning came, she could excuse away the whole business by kidding
herself he had unduly excited her and driven her to do ... whatever it was
she had in mind to do. However, he inwardly shrugged and whispered in her
ear.
"You're a hot bitch, aren't you, baby? You want me to stick my tool
up your cunt and give you a spray job. You want to be fucked, baby, and
you don't care who does it so long as he's got a big, stiff cock. Right?"
She didn't answer him and he hadn't expected her to. She simply
pressed her body up to his all the more fiercely and spoke two words.
"Say more."
"More dirty words, baby? All right. After I've fucked your cunt,
would you like me to eat your box and run my tongue up and down and in and
out of it the way you saw me do to Cindy?"
This time she answered him. "Y-Yes, Pete. Do all of those things
and I ... I'll ... do something to you ... maybe."
"What do you mean 'maybe'?"
"I don't know. Take me to the bedroom. That door right there."
There was a dim light burning in the front room, but still he had to
look about him before he saw the door she meant. Then he picked her up,
her great boobs pressed against his face maddeningly, and carried her into
the bedroom. There was another dim light burning in this room which gave
off just about enough illumination to allow him to see her. Her body was
unbelievably beautiful, and he wondered why such a lovely woman would have
to resort to window-peeping for her kicks. Perhaps she liked that sort of
thing. If she did, and could get away with it, he was all for it. Take
your kicks where you find them, was one of his staunchest beliefs.
He turned his back to her and took off his shirt and pants, following
the removal of his jacket. He tossed these over a chair and yanked his T-
shirt over his head and did the same with it. He stood now in front of
her wearing only his shorts. His cock was hard and standing erect despite
the cloth of his shorts. Rose stared at his crotch and wet her lips, her
great bosom heaving passionately.
"Will you take it out of your briefs and let me ... see it?" she
asked her voice sounding scared and hollow.
There was something odd about her that was turning Pete on. He
slipped his shorts down a few inches, exposing his hard-on to her. She
gasped and blinked her eyes.
"Do you like to look at it?" he asked, his own voice sounding strange
now.
"I'd like to take it in ... my ... mouth. May I please?"
Pete felt the hair on the nape of his neck standing, or thought he
did. "You ... may," he said, his voice almost cracking.
"And do you ... will it send out ... juice ... if I do?" she asked in
a monotone.
"If you keep it up long enough, a lot of juice will come out of it,"
he told her tensely.
"Wonderful," she murmured. "How wonderful. And what do I do with
the juice? Swallow ... it?"
Pete himself swallowed now out of sheer nervousness. "Of course," he
said. "Of course you should swallow the results of ... love." He knew
this sounded thick, but it was the only thing his mind presented to him.
"If you want to, that is," he added.
"Pull your briefs down farther. I want to see all of you."
Pete had a tough time to keep from grinning at the way she was
talking. It sounded so ... old-fashioned, out of touch, something. He
complied with her request and went her one better by removing his shorts
altogether. Moving closer to the bed, he took his hard-on between thumb
and second finger and lowered the head of it so that it was, in effect,
pointing straight at her face, only inches away.
"Want to suck it, Rose?" he asked softly. "Want to suck off a man's
prick?"
"Oh ... yes ..." she breathed. "Let me remove my lower garments."
She did so and he watched her, noting that she kept her panties on.
He motioned towards her crotch. "Why keep 'em on? I might want to
stick you there between the legs, you know. That's what your cunt is for,
Rose, to receive the offerings of a male cock." He knew he was
deliberately attempting to put words in such a manner that they would
drive her nearly crazy with desire, and wondered if he were being
successful. She seemed no hotter now than she had been, but possibly she
had already reached the zenith of her passion when she had run after him
to the street and it was impossible for her to get any hotter.
"If I remove my panties," she asked hesitantly, "will you promise to
... suck me there?"
"I'll do it to you all ways, baby. Just take 'em off. I hate
superfluous clothing. Yes, I'll suck your slit. Of course I will. After
I ..."
"After you what?" she asked when he did not go on.
"Nothing, really," he told her. "I don't know what I was about to
say. Nothing important, I suppose."
"But you were going to say something."
"I have something to say. You can bet on that, Rose."
She looked up at him lustfully, her parted lips only inches from his
stiffened prick. "Yes? What is it, Pete?"
"Suck!" he cried, and tried to shove his cock into her mouth. "Suck
me off, you hot bitch."
She sprang out of the bed, grabbed up the sheet and held it in front
of her shaking body. "What's the matter with you, Pete?" she asked.
"You've suddenly turned into a ... a ... I don't know what."
Pete sighed, picked up his briefs and pulled them on. She watched
him as he slowly, carefully dressed himself, and he was aware she was
doing this, but he paid no attention to her. When he was fully clad, he
stepped to a mirror, looking at his reflection-what he could see of it in
the dim light-and left the room, crossing the front room and opening the
door. As he did so, he felt her arms shaking about his middle again.
"Please, don't leave me, Pete! I'm so sorry for what I said. You
scared me by your ... by what you tried to do. I wasn't ready."
He grabbed her wrists and easily pulled her arms free from his body.
Turning about quickly, he looked down coldly into her frightened eyes.
"When you figure you've grown up sufficiently, let me know. I'll see
you, little girl."
He stepped out of the house this time and, turning left on the walk,
proceeded towards home. His heart hammered savagely all the way to the
house, but by the time he had reached the front door, he was relaxed.
Entering the house, he saw that their bedroom door was closed, something
that seldom if ever happened unless he and Mary were inside and fucking.
This must mean that Mark was still here. Pete felt slightly foolish.
What should he do? Should he clear out and wait to see if Mark would then
leave or should he tap on the door and make his presence known? He shook
his head, at a momentary loss to know what to do. This was the first
swapping of mates between the two couples and no precedent had been
established. Finally, Pete turned and walked quietly out of the house,
closing the door after him with great care, not wanting to make any sound
that would indicate he was home. They, the four of them, would have to
work out some system for this sort of thing, this exchange business, this
thing about getting up and going home, but this definitely was not the
time to attempt it.
He moved slowly along the street with the darkness all about him.
There was a slight wind blowing on this May evening and a hint of rain in
the air. The wind, the breeze really, felt good as it brushed over his
warm body. Pete had worked up considerable perspiration earlier, and now
his flesh was sticky and somewhat uncomfortable. However, the breeze
through the cloth of his suit alleviated this a little, enough so that it
pleased him to continue walking from one block to the next. He was
astonished to find himself standing directly in front of Rose's place. He
glanced at the house almost guiltily and saw there were no lights on in
the house. He breathed a sigh of relief, for he didn't want the woman to
think he had stolen back to ... to what?
"To fuck her," he said aloud but softly. "That's why I came here.
Why kid myself."
He found himself walking up her driveway in a rather furtive manner,
as if he did not want Cindy, next door, to accidentally discover him ---
as if he did not want Rose to, either.
"This woman bugs me," he murmured softly. "She bugs me because she's
strange."
He moved to the rear of her house and, seeing a window, stopped
nearby, trying not to make a sound in the still of the night. He peered
through the window and discovered there was a dim light on in the room.
He discovered something else, also.
He saw a dog.
A Great Dane, he thought.
A male dog.
A Great Dane male dog.
And he was doing something.
Something that excited Pete Braden more than ever before.
Rose was in the room, too.
She was on her hands and knees.
The Great Dane dog, the Great Dane male dog was above her.
He was also behind her.
He was, Pete saw, in the process of fucking Rose.
His body shook like mad. He had never seen a thing like this in his
entire life, though he had heard about such things in a vague sort of way.
Such things were done by old bags in a certain type of place, and for
money he had heard, but never, never had he witnessed such a thing as was
taking place in this woman's bedroom.
The dog was humping the woman at a furious rate.
Rose was almost naked, having on black stockings, a garter belt to
match, and a black bra. The dog had a long, fast-stabbing tool.
He was using it on Rose's cunt.
Pete pulled himself away from the window and staggered up the
driveway. He had gone no more than twenty steps when he stopped, felt his
prick, discovering it was tremendously hard, and turned about to retrace
his steps to the window. He glanced in again at the unbelievable scene.
It was the same, except that the large dog was fucking more quickly
now. He was also drawing his tool farther out with each thrust. Pete
could see the red, angry look of it. The skin covering the dog's tool
fell away, exposing it completely to Pete's view. The only time he could
not see it was during the quick inward jab when the dog made his fuck-
motion. The look on Rose's face was one of supreme ecstasy, the like of
which Pete had never before seen. He wondered if she had resorted to the
male dog because of him, because he had walked out on her when she had
been desperately passionate. A supposition such as this seemed far out
but also quite likely. Again, as he studied her wanton expression, he
wondered about her, how she could have behaved as she had with him and
then, later, to turn around and allow an animal to fuck her. He thought
about this last bit and grinned grotesquely. Animals, even dogs, do fuck.
Period.
Animals were much smarter about the matter than humans.
Humans considered it necessary to kid themselves. They insisted, at
least most females did, that it was love. Pete wanted to walk away from
the scene, but he also wanted to remain and observe it. He pressed his
face against the pane, wishing the window were up just a bit so he could
hear the sounds of the bestial fucking. Glancing by chance across the
room, he saw there was a window there that was up a few inches. Moving
carefully, trying not to make a sound that would alert either Rose or the
dog, he moved away from the first window and made his way slowly through
the darkness until he saw light shining faintly through the second window.
He crouched down low, listened and watched. He heard the grunts, the
snorts of the male dog as it apparently tried to go off in the woman's
cunt. From this vantage point Pete could see everything clearer, better,
much more graphically than from the other window. The dog's cock was long
and extremely swollen, it appeared. Pete had seen male dogs fucking
females before, female dogs, that is, but he could not recall having
noticed that a dog's cock could be so large and long. The red shaft
looked as if it were about to explode in all directions. Of course, Pete
could catch only fleeting glimpses of it, and these occurred when the dog
pulled back, his prong extracted partially, as he sought to breed the
female. Pete wondered if the dog really cared that the female he was
prodding so savagely was not of his species.
A terrible urge to sneeze came over Pete, and he had to duck out of
sight, crawl away, practically on his hands and knees, and press his upper
lip fiercely. When he thought he had the urge under control, he started
back for the window for another look at the exhilarating scene.
"If I were a woman," he murmured so softly that no one could have
heard him, "I think I'd try this at least once myself."
When he reached the window, he peered over the edge and knew a
momentary disappointment. The dog was not fucking the woman. They had
finished. Rose lay across the bed, her feet touching the floor, and the
big male dog was between her legs, lapping her cunt at a frantic rate.
Pete could not help it.
The scene was just too hot for him.
He shot off in his pants.
He filled them with male cum.
He made no sounds, however, and the dog continued lapping the woman's
cunt.
Suddenly Rose began to moan and beat the bed with both fists. The
dog seemed to recognize this as a sign.
He hunched both of his forefeet over the woman's hips and began to
frantically dart his long, wicked-looking whang in the direction of her
cunt.
Pete saw it enter the woman's hole and disappear all the way to the
hilt.
Pete shot off in his pants again.
He turned and stumbled out of the driveway as quickly as he could.
Chapter 3
By the time he reached his place, the rain had begun to fall fairly
hard. Pete scarcely noticed it, so engrossed was he by what he had just
witnessed, so conscious was he of the condition of his underpants. As he
moved up onto the front porch, he managed to grin and relax somewhat,
which was probably a good thing because when he bent down to look through
one of the tiny windows in the door and into the house, he saw Mary
sitting on the sofa, nude from the waist up. She was not alone. Mark was
very much still about the place. He was, in fact, standing directly in
front of Mary, his prong out, very hard-looking and very definitely in
Mary's mouth. Mary was sucking the man off. Pete blinked. This was
something she rarely had done even to him, her husband.
"What a crazy night," he murmured softly. "The things I'm seeing
this evening are just ..."
He ceased murmuring momentarily because his wife had just grabbed
Mark by the hips and pulled him down on top of her, all the while going
down on the man's stiffened dick with a frantic, wild wantonness that
astonished Pete. He watched her as she sucked Mark's prong with great
relish.
"Must be he's got something I don't have," Pete murmured, smiling as
an eerie excitement coursed through him. "Look at her gobble it up.
Maybe I'd better go back to Cindy's. They sure don't want me here." And
saying this softly, he crept down from the porch and walked swiftly away
from the house and headed back towards Cindy's.
When he arrived there, he noted the lights were off in Cindy's house,
but this didn't concern him too much. He tried not to glance at Rose's
front windows for fear she might be sitting there in the dark looking out
at him. He wondered what he would do if she were to dash out of the house
and beg him to enter, as she had done before. Would he be willing to
follow up a ... dog? Pete shook his head and a moment later was
astonished at the way his prick had grown hard.
"Maybe there's something wrong with me tonight," he muttered. "Or it
could be I'm just having a hell of a fine time."
He was up the driveway of Rose's place even before he realized he had
moved. He found the second window quickly and bent down to peer into the
room.
"I'm getting to be a first-rate Peeping Tom," he murmured very
softly. "Never thought I'd do a thing like this."
He could see a form under the sheet but could only guess that it was
Rose. Probably it was. Hadn't Cindy said she lived alone? He grinned.
Maybe it was the dog. Pete shook his head, wondering if he were going off
the deep end or something and, shifting his weight a bit, he tapped
lightly on the window. The form under the sheet --- the dim light was
still on --- moved quickly and he saw Rose sit up on the bed, brush her
long brown hair out of her eye and glance nervously about the room. She
did not see him at the window, apparently, for a moment later she lay
down, kicked the sheet off her body, pulled up her nightgown and rubbed
her cunt gingerly.
Pete wanted to laugh but managed to hold it back. Rose's pussy
undoubtedly itched because of the tremendous pounding and prodding it had
recently taken from the stiff whang of the big dog. Should he tap on the
window again and ask her to let him in? He no more than had the thought
that he did exactly that-he tapped on the window loudly.
Rose covered her body in a flash and looked straight at the window.
She got out of bed, holding the sheet around her and walked apprehensively
to the window.
"Rose," he said through the crack of the window, "will you let me in,
please?"
She jumped back from the window, her eyes wide.
"Rose," he said more loudly. "It's Pete. I just came back, saw the
light on in the room and you on the bed. Let me in, will you?"
She nodded and ran from the room. His heart hammering now, he walked
to the front of the house and waited for her to open the door. Finally
she did so and he stepped up on the porch and entered. He instantly
caught a whiff of her. She had bathed because she smelled clean and nice.
There was, he thought, the scent of soap about her.
She surprised him by standing on her tiptoes and impulsively kissing
his mouth. Then she broke away from him and turned her back, her hands
dabbing at her eyes. He could see her shoulders shaking.
"What is it?" he asked guardedly. "What's wrong?"
She ran from the room, leaving him standing there in a state of
perplexity. He waited for her to return, but she did not do so. His
prick became stiff, for no apparent reason, and he crossed the room to
look for her. It might be nice to have her suck him off. Surely she
could do that, couldn't she?
He grinned and rubbed his stiffened cock through the cloth of his
trousers. Something was making him unduly hot this night. He knew he
should leave this house with its strange female occupant and go next door
and waken Cindy to use his hard-on on her. That was where he should be,
but there was something so fiercely intriguing about Rose that he found he
could not move towards the door. He instead walked out of the room,
entering the room Rose had gone to, and immediately saw her lying nude on
the floor. There was no carpet, no rug, nothing beneath her but the hard
wooden surface.
"You see, Pete," she said almost whimpering. "I've got my courage up
for you. I'm ready to be man-fucked."
He pretended he didn't know what she meant specifically by the term
"man-fucked".
"What did you say, Rose?" he asked, moving closer to her inert form
on the floor.
"Don't talk ... please? Get on top of Rose and stick in your stiff
prick and take her. She needs to be fucked so very, very badly."
The hell you do. You've had it twice tonight, but not from a man.
Before he could reply she was on her feet, her eyes flashing, the room
being somewhat better lighted than when he had stared through the window
at her.
"You don't want to fuck Rose? Is that it, Pete?"
"What's happened to you?" he asked, stalling for time. He didn't
want to lay her but preferred that she go down on him. In fact, he was
going to insist on this. "The other time I was here, you seemed not to
want to do it. Now you're practically begging for it. I don't
understand."
"I got over my foolishness," she said. She flopped on the bed, belly
first.
He looked at her box from the rear and thought about how the dog had
licked her and later fucked her as she lay on her back, her legs spread
far apart. "Rose," he said. "I came back to have you suck me. If you
don't want to do that, I'll leave again."
She flopped over on her back. "Don't you think I have an attractive
enough body?" she asked.
"It's not that, Rose. You're a beautiful woman. You know that. It's
just that I seem to have this urge to be sucked off. Can't you understand
that?"
She nodded. "Yes, of course. Will you come closer to me, please,
and let me kiss your cock?"
He became tremendously excited at hearing her say this. There was no
question about it --- this was one of the most exciting women he had ever
known. She had hangups, but who didn't? As he moved close to her, she
reached out and took his prick daintily between thumb and forefinger,
holding it at its base, and, leaning forward, planted a wet kiss on the
head.
Pete nearly blew off. He wondered if she could feel the wetness of
his drawers, if she could smell the spent sap he had shot when watching
her fuck with the dog. Apparently, she hadn't noticed; at least she made
no remark about it. She kissed the head again and ran her tongue lightly
over it.
"Pete ..." she said slowly, hesitantly. "I'm a very hot woman. I
become so terribly passionate at times that I frighten myself."
He waited for her to go on, but she said nothing more then. Instead
she kissed his quivering cock for the third time.
"Take it in your ... mouth, baby," he urged. "You're driving me
crazy."
"Oh, but I want to make you as hot as I am," she murmured. "I have
to."
This irked him slightly. "How do you know I'm not?"
She paid no attention to his question. "Piss on me, honey," she
begged. "Please piss on me."
Pete felt his scalp tightening. This woman, more and more, was
sounding and acting as if she were not merely quirky but a mental case of
some kind. He wondered if she really was or if he was letting his
imagination get out of hand.
"Why," he asked, "do you want me to piss on you?"
"I want to be degraded," she confessed.
"But I don't want to do that. That's no thrill for a man. I want to
shoot my jizz in you, not urinate."
She sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. Guess I'm kind of nuts. Will you
forgive me for what I said?"
Pete felt better at hearing this. "Sure. Everyone gets carried away
at times by passion. God knows I have often enough."
She kissed his cock again but did not take it into her mouth as he
wanted her to do. "Tell me," she said. "What was the dirtiest thing you
ever did?"
He frowned slightly. "I don't know, Rose. I don't dwell on such
things." He knew the moment he said the words that he was sounding like a
stuffed shirt, but he was damned if he would retract the sentence.
"Of course you don't, Pete." She paused briefly. "You know, I feel
I've known you for a long time, but I haven't, have I?"
"I don't know. Only you would know that."
"Would you like to fuck me now, Pete?"
He hedged. "I'd like you to suck me off, baby. I told you that
before."
"You don't want to fuck Rose?" Her brows had shot up.
"Certainly I do," he said. "But right now I want to be blown."
"Oh, if you put it that way, I don't mind doing it. It's the word
'suck' that turns me off for some reason."
"Really?" He could not for the life of him think of anything else to
say to her at this precise moment. What the hell difference did a word
make? Suck. Blow. Either one would do. Same difference.
"Bring your cock back to me, baby," she said, sounding almost exactly
as Cindy had earlier.
He wondered if she listened at Cindy's window as he had at hers, for
sounds of spoken words, grunts and so on.
"Sure," he said, clearing his throat and sounding like an insurance
salesman just being asked if his company was solvent. "I mean, I'm happy
to do so," he added. He could have kicked himself-he was sounding like an
idiot now.
She took his prick in her hand and ran her fingers up and down on it,
causing a bead of sap to appear on the very tip. Much to his
astonishment, she made a face and averted her eyes. Pete felt
disappointed, angry. He pulled his cock away from her and turned away
from the bed.
"Think I'll go home and this time stay there," he muttered savagely.
Imagine. This goddamned woman was repelled, evidently, by a bead of his
sap while she took all the jizz a dog could pour into her. Once again he
could have kicked himself. Striding from the room without saying another
word, he found the front door, opened it and stepped outside.
Immediately, he heard his name being called and thought it was Rose.
It was not.
The voice came from behind him and off to his right.
"Pete," Cindy called over. "Come here, you nut. What are you doing
in that yard?"
He saw her then. She was standing in her front doorway; there were
no lights on in her house, but the fact that she was wearing a white robe
helped him to spot her. He walked slowly over to her door, stopped and
looked at her.
"I went home, Cindy," he said slowly, "but Mark and Mary were still
at it, so ... so I came back."
She pushed open the screen door. "Come in, baby. Maybe we can start
something going again."
He entered the house swiftly.
"What were they doing, Mary and Mark?"
He wondered why she added the two names. What were they doing would
have been enough to ask. Did she mean something else, like maybe the dog
and Rose? He tried to see her expression, but it was too dark in the room
and the light from the streetlamp did not help much even though the door
stood open.
"Mary," he said, smiling, "was sitting nude from the waist up on a
sofa, and Mark was pumping his prick into her mouth."
Cindy giggled. "It makes me hot all over again."
Pete grinned in the dark. "Can't we turn on a light?" he said,
wanting Rose to see him in Cindy's house. It might be good to have Rose
watching him through a window, as she said she'd done when he screwed
Cindy, and they had sixty-nined. How would that be for a thrill-take one
woman while another secretly observed? He found the idea appealing.
"Please," he went on, "turn on some lights. I'm not an owl, baby."
Cindy laughed softly and did so. When the room was lighted, he
looked at her and noted the long, beautiful, white nightgown she was
wearing. It was transparent, or almost so, and he could easily see her
tits, hairy muff, even her navel, when he glanced at her more closely.
"How do you like it, Pete? Does it show up my good points or not?"
"You have nothing but good points, Cindy," he said.
"Oh ... I love you for that, you darling man." Cindy was fairly
squealing now, much in the manner of a schoolgirl. "Keep talking like
that and I'll do anything for you."
Before Pete could say a word, Cindy had crossed the room and parted
the drapes that hung over the side windows.
"Hey," he said, finding his voice at last, "why did you do that?" He
knew, of course, but wanted to hear her put it into words.
"Poor Rose," she said. "I want her to be able to watch us, if you
don't mind, Pete. She's so hard up for sex and a guy, baby."
For a guy, maybe, Pete thought, but not for sex. "I'm not sure I can
operate as an ... er ... exhibitionist, Cindy," he said lamely.
"Oh, gee, baby, give the poor girl a break."
Pete glanced at his watch. "Do you know it's past midnight? Won't
she be sleeping now?"
"She's a very light sleeper. When she sees this light shining,
she'll wake up, I'm sure. She never misses watching Mark and me."
"And you don't mind her doing that? Mark doesn't either?" he asked.
Cindy giggled. "We did at first, when we first found out about it,
but then we found we liked it. Something about knowing a sex-starved
person is watching makes you enjoy your performance more. Can you
understand that, Pete?"
Pete was very careful about his words. "How do you know she's sex-
starved?" He cleared his throat noisily. "Maybe she sneaks away and
spends nights with guys in motel rooms."
Cindy shook her head and smiled. "Not Rose. She'd be much too
terrified to go to a motel with any man."
"I'll bet," Pete murmured softly.
"Pardon me. I didn't hear you, baby."
"Nothing. I mean, I was just clearing my throat."
"Oh ... well ... what do you want to do, get undressed and expose
your hard cock to our sex-starved neighbor?"
He shrugged. "I guess so. That is, I'll undress if you'll take off
your nightgown."
She removed it and stood naked in front of him. His dick became hard
immediately, and he grinned self-consciously.
"You are the darnedest girl I ever saw," he said, shaking his head.
"Take off your pants, baby. I want to see your hard-on again."
Pete glanced quickly at the window and thought he saw a movement
outside the house. Grinning, but trying not to, he slipped off his
trousers and, folding them by the crease, placed them over a chair. He
turned about and faced the naked Cindy.
"Want to suck in front of the window, Cindy?" he asked. "That way
your neighbor can see the entire bit."
Cindy blushed slightly. "Gee, you make it sound so deliberate, as if
we were putting on a peep-show."
Pete laughed. "Well, aren't we?"
Cindy dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes filled with
wanton lust. She wrapped her arms about his thighs and buried her face
between his legs, making Pete's cock become super hard. A moment later
she had tugged his balls while kissing the end of his prick lovingly.
"Do you like it, baby?" she asked softly.
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "It's enough to drive a guy crazy."
"You taste so good!" she cried. "I could eat your cock up."
He was perspiring now. "I wish you would," he replied unsteadily.
"Don't look at the window," she said, her face turned slightly away
from it. "My neighbor is watching us. Doesn't that excite you, baby?"
"Y-Yes," Pete said, wondering why he wasn't mentioning a word about
having been in Rose's place. Cindy was certain to find out about it
eventually. He would have to tell her soon. "Suck me off good, Cindy,"
he said. "Let's entertain your neighbor royally."
"Yes," Cindy agreed. "Let's get her in a state where she's fit to be
tied."
"I have a better idea," he said tensely. "Let's get her in a state
where she's willing to be laid."
"Would you lay her, Pete? Oh ... that would be wonderful! It would
be most kind of you."
Pete tried to figure out if Cindy was putting him on. She could have
been, he felt, but probably she was not. "Hey," he cried. "Is she that
good a friend of yours that you're willing to let me fuck her and gratify
her?"
"Oh, would you, Pete?" As Cindy asked the question, she kissed his
prick wetly again. A bead of sap appeared quickly on the end and she
lapped it off quickly, smacking her lips with apparent relish. Cindy
stood up.
"I'll go to the window and call Rose into the house. The poor thing,
standing out there having to be content with merely watching us."
Wait," Pete said, but Cindy already had the window raised and was
calling to Rose. Pete couldn't hear what Rose said, but a moment later
Cindy put the window down, straightened up, turned about and frowned.
"I'll be darned," she said softly. "Rose turned us down flat. I
wonder why? How extremely odd."
Pete started to move away from the spot he had been standing, but
Cindy dropped to her knees quickly and wrapped her arms about his legs and
took his cock between her full, red lips again. This time she didn't just
play with him, but began to bob her head back and forth frantically while
clutching to his butt fiercely, her nails once again digging deeply into
his flesh. Pete couldn't stand much of this and, stretching high on his
tiptoes, holding her head to support himself, he shot a long, hot stream
of male goop into her mouth. She sucked his dick harder than ever and,
when his jism had finally ceased to flow into her, she licked his cock off
carefully until it was clean. Then she kissed the prickhead again
lovingly, got to her feet and walked hurriedly to the window.
"Did you like what you saw, Rose?" she called out.
Pete could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He had thought Rose
had run off, had gone back into her own house, but apparently she had not.
He saw Cindy nodding her head as though Rose were calling through the
glass to her and she could hear but he could not. He squinted his eyes
and tried to see Rose through the window but could not.
Cindy returned to him. "Poor Rose. She gets so embarrassed about
watching. She's so afraid you will catch her doing it. She's a very
strange girl. Do you know what she does every time she gets all worked
up, baby?"
Pete pulled up his briefs and slipped on his pants before answering.
"No," he said carefully. "Naturally, I know little or nothing about your
neighbor, Rose. What does she do when she gets all worked up?"
Cindy giggled. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Pete."
He tucked his shirt in his pants and stared at her expressionlessly.
"Maybe I would believe you. Try me and see. What does Rose do when she
gets worked up, as you put it."
Again Cindy giggled. "She goes out back of our house and feeds my
big Great Dane. I never get to feed him, myself."
Chapter 4
He was home now. Mary was sleeping soundly beside him, but sleep
would not come to Pete Braden. He lay flat on his back, his hands locked
together behind his head, and stared at the semi-darkness around him. His
thoughts were not on the first swap affair between the Bradens and the
Alexanders, as they would have been ordinarily, but on the strange woman
named Rose. There was no question about it-she was the strangest woman
Pete had ever encountered. He recalled her sex scenes with the big dog,
and while a part of him was somewhat turned off by it, another part was
definitely intrigued; so much so that, even as he recalled it, his cock
became immediately erect.
"Good grief," he murmured ruefully. "I need another hard-on like I
need another leg."
"What did you say, honey?" Mary muttered in her sleep, turning and
facing him at the same time. She pulled the sheet over her shoulders as
if she were cold, though it was by no means chilly in the room.
Pete felt wild for a moment. This feeling passed and he calmed down
and tried to get his thoughts off sex. He couldn't do it. The next thing
he knew he was feeling his wife's tits, running his fingers over them,
becoming excited by the act, which in itself was rather wild, having done
this to her hundreds of times before, of course. Mary's lips parted.
"Stick your cock in my mouth, honey," she muttered thickly. "I don't
mind."
Pete recalled having seen her going down on Mark earlier and he
grinned, wondering if, in her dream now, he or Mark was the object of her
affection. It didn't matter, really. He and Mary were not the kind of
people who got uptight about sex, at least this one aspect of it ---
infantile jealousy. Mary, still asleep, reached down for his cock, found
it and began to jack him. Pete drew in his breath and wondered if he
should waken her or not. He decided not to. He was enjoying what she was
doing. However, the act of jerking his dick must have awakened her, for
the next thing Pete knew, she was chuckling and leaning over to kiss his
cheek almost at the same time.
"Honey, I was dreaming," she murmured.
"Nice dream, darling. Do you want to drift off to sleep and keep on
with it?"
Mary laughed softly. "Oh, you nut." She fell silent briefly. Then,
"Hey. Tell me again about Cindy. You didn't say much about her when we
went to bed, but I gathered that you were kind of upset by her. Were
you?"
This surprised Pete. He had no idea Mary might 0 have formed such an
impression. "On the contrary," he told her. "I was anything but upset.
I had a ball with Cindy. She is, if I may say so to my own wife, an
awfully good lay." He glanced at Mary quickly to see what her reaction
might be.
She poked him playfully in the ribs. "You think you're going to get
a rise out of me by saying that, don't you, big shot? But you aren't."
She kissed his cheek again.
He grinned. "Wasn't trying to get a rise out of you, darling. Can I
tell you something?"
"Of course, silly. What do you want to tell me?"
"We got through earlier than you and Mark did. I came home, peered
through the window and saw you sucking off Mark. I must say it made me so
hot I went all the way back to ... Cindy's." He had almost goofed and said
Rose's place; He wondered if Mary knew Rose, decided not to ask her at the
moment. Later he would. Maybe.
Mary was silent for just a brief moment. "Honey," she asked softly,
"did it make you just a little bit angry to see me with another man's cock
in my mouth?"
He knew what she wanted to hear, so he said it, though it was not
quite true. "Just a little, baby. I got over it, though. You know why I
got over it?
Because I know I have the greatest wife any guy could ever want."
Mary still had his hard-on in her hand. She pumped it a few times
and giggled, much as Cindy had done, and kissed his mouth wetly. "Oh, I
love to hear you talk that way, honey. You're such a sweet guy. I didn't
really want to suck Mark off, but he told me that Cindy would insist on
doing the same thing to you, would in fact do it more than once, so I ..."
Now it was Pete's turn to kiss her, which he did. "It's okay,
darling. We went into this swap thing knowing what we were doing. Let's
don't feel we have to explain things to each other. Okay?"
She laughed and lowered her head to his prick, running her tongue
over the head of it. Then she straightened up. "Want me to suck you,
honey, to sort of even up the score, or something?"
Pete grinned excitedly. "Be my guest, darling."
She kissed his cock lovingly. "Have you anything left in it for poor
little me, honey?"
He grinned again. "Yes. At least, I think so. Would you care to
suck and find out for yourself
She lifted his balls lovingly. "You're an awfully nice guy, Pete
Braden. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Yes. My mother did when I was six weeks old."
Mary giggled. "I mean lately."
"Yes, of course. Don't you ever read the editorial pages of the
local bugle? Every now and then they run an editorial on what a nice guy
Pete Braden is."
Mary kissed his stomach and straightened up briefly. "You crazy
nut," she said. "I just love you to pieces.
"Compliments will get you nowhere, as someone once said."
"The hell they won't. Watch what I'm about to do." Mary took his
prick all the way into her mouth and began to suck him off.
Pete lay there, tense and excited, more so than he had been in hours
--- since, in fact, he had seen the dog fucking Rose --- while his green-
eyed, red-haired wife proceeded to suck his cock to a mind-bending climax.
* * *
It was exactly a week later that the phone rang in the Braden home
and Mary answered it. Pete was watching television. When Mary hung up,
she came to his chair and kissed his mouth suddenly.
He glanced up at her and smiled. "What's that for, darling? Did I
do something nice?"
"Good thing you've had your bath and shaved," she said.
He blinked. "Huh?"
"Cindy wants to see you right away."
"Which means?"
"Which means that Mark is on his way over here. He wants to see me.
Do you mind, honey?"
"No, of course not. If you want to, that is. By the way, did you
and Cindy have this all planned out?"
Mary smiled. "We talked over the phone this morning."
"I see," Pete said, grinning. "You won't tell me directly, only
indirectly."
"Come on, honey. Put on another shirt. That one is worn at the
cuffs."
"I was going to mow the lawn, but thought I'd listen to the news
first."
Mary bit her lips. "Do you think it's too early in the evening for
us to ... you know?"
"To be seen swapping partners?" Pete shrugged. "It'll be dark in
another hour or so. By the time I arrive at their place no one will see
me; probably. What if they do? It's our business."
"You have to go now, honey. Mark is on his way here. He's walking,
so that'll give you a little time."
Pete pretended to be alarmed. "Now, woman!" he cried, making a face.
"Am I to be driven out of my own bed and board by another?"
Mary laughed nervously. "Please, honey. Put on another shirt, plus
your jacket and ... get lost for a while." She kissed his forehead when
she said it, however.
Pete got to his feet and kissed her cheek. "All right. I know when
I'm not wanted in my own home." He smiled back at her as he walked out
the door and down the street.
He stopped at a bar before going to Cindy's. He wanted a few drinks
in the worst way, and this was unusual for Pete Braden. He usually
desired sex with no liquor in him. Liquor was not conducive to good
relations with a woman, despite what many people have stated to the
contrary. He walked up to the bar, yanked out a stool and ordered from
the bartender. He had four drinks before leaving and, as he walked
towards Cindy's place, he wondered why he had drunk the stuff. The answer
came to him as he approached the house. Rose, he saw, was at the rear of
the place feeding the big male Great Dane. At any rate, she was in the
act of shoving a dish under a door of the enclosure, a fenced-in affair.
Pete glanced at her as many times as he could without stopping to call out
to her. He couldn't do that --- Cindy would be watching from inside the
house. Because he had not told anyone about having seen Rose and the dog
fuck, he felt as if he were a conspirator with her.
"Wait a minute," he murmured. "Did I tell Mary or not?" For the
life of him he couldn't remember, but thought he had not.
He wanted to turn around and retrace his steps, but Cindy had seen
him and was at the door at this very moment, calling to him. He waved at
her self-consciously and moved quickly to her porch. Once inside the
house, he slipped his arm about her waist and felt the lushness of her
body.
"Gee, I thought you weren't coming, Pete," Cindy said, putting her
arm about him, also, and leaning her head against his chest. "I hope
you're very anxious tonight. Ol' Cindy has passionate panties."
Pete smiled. "What a nice way of putting it."
"Speaking of nice ways to put it, let's try for something original
tonight, shall we, baby?"
Pete kissed her cheek and laughed lightly. "Any ideas yet?"
Cindy screwed up her face prettily. "Well, you've fucked me, sucked
me, and I've sucked you-what else is there, baby?"
"How about a good old-fashioned cornholing?"
She pulled away from him and looked at him oddly. "A what?"
"Means a hard-on is rammed up an asshole, baby. Surely you know
that."
She squealed. "Oh, I love to hear you talk like that! Say something
more that's really ... dirty, you know what I mean."
He shrugged. "Nothing dirty about a hard-on rammed up an asshole.
You could say that almost anywhere."
Cindy giggled. "Couldn't say it in church."
"You couldn't even undress in church."
"That's right. You can't do any of the exciting things in church,
can you, baby?"
"Not the sort of things we believe are exciting, Cindy."
She came close to him and put her arm about him again. "Have you got
a hard-on, baby?"
He shook his head.
"Want ol' Cindy to get it stiff for you, baby?" she asked, faking a
Southern accent.
"What, er, method would you employ to get said penis hard-would it be
the rub method, or the suck or what?" he inquired mockingly.
She squealed happily. "I just love to hear you talk this way ...
which method would you prefer, baby?"
"How about the suck method?" he replied, his head held high and
making a face at her.
She screwed up her face again. "You're really crazy to be sucked all
the time, aren't you? How come you like it that way?"
"Every man does, but some are too afraid to admit it."
She nodded. "And most women love to have their titties sucked, but
some won't admit to that, either."
He shrugged. "That's the way things are. Me, I like to be sucked
off. I love it, in fact." He inspected his nails like a third-rate movie
actor.
She laughed. "Cut it out, you nut. You get me to laughing and I
won't want to do anything else."
"Laughter," he replied loftily, "is splendid for the soul, my dear
woman."
"I know what we'll do for excitement, Pete," she cried. "I'll run
over and get Rose and the three of us will have a circle and ..."
Pete felt his muscles tightening. "Rose? Rose doesn't go for ...
men. You told me that, you said she was afraid of men, you said ..."
Cindy waved her arms. "Hey," she cried, interrupting him, "knock it
off about Rose! How do you know what she's like? Maybe I was telling you
fibs about her."
Pete studied her eyes. "Well, were you?" he asked, feeling calmer
than a moment before.
"Tell you what, baby. Pour yourself a drink and I'll run over next
door and drag Rose here if I have to. Between the two of us, we'll make
her have an orgasm if it's the last thing she ever does." Saying this,
Cindy stepped out the front door and disappeared from Pete's view.
He shrugged. It might be interesting at that. Having two females to
fool around with instead of only one. He hoped Rose would remain quiet
about his having been in her house, but if she didn't, what about it? If
she mentioned this to Cindy, Pete would simply smile and say, "Well, what
about it, baby?"
He didn't pour himself a drink because he didn't want any more
alcohol in his system. He wanted to be as ready as possible for the two
of them, in case Rose did come back with Cindy, which Pete, doubted very
much. He was astonished when, a few minutes later, he saw Rose entering
the house with Cindy. Cindy had her by the hand and seemed to be urging
her.
"Hi," Pete called out to Rose. "How are you?"
Rose trained her pretty brown eyes on him. "Hello," she said
quietly.
Cindy giggled. "Please forgive me, you two, but you both look so
confounded dreary. This is supposed to be a hot session, not a wake."
Rose bit her lips and Pete grinned.
"I'm ready," he said, eyeing Rose's heaving tits. "If Rose will only
remove her blouse, we can get the ball rolling."
Much to his surprise, Rose removed her white blouse and threw it down
carelessly. She was not wearing a bra and her mammoth tits stood straight
out. Pete drew in his breath and was about to move closer to touch them
when he noted Cindy had beaten him to it and had planted her lips over
Rose's left boob and was tonguing it passionately. Pete started to move
around Cindy to get to Rose's other tit, but Cindy pushed him away gently.
"Wait a minute, baby," she said to Pete, removing her lips from
Rose's jug for the moment. "You can have her in just a minute."
Pete watched Cindy suck Rose's tit and had to admit it was a
fascinating thing to view. Without quite realizing what he was doing, he
moved to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a good-sized drink. He
stood sipping on it as Cindy went from one of Rose's tits to the other,
sucking them so noisily that Pete could hear the slurping sound all the
way across the room. One by one the garments of the two women were
dropped to the floor until both stood nude in the center of the room.
Cindy was still sucking Rose's boobs and now Rose inserted her fingers up
Cindy's cunt. Pete nearly choked on his drink, he was so excited at what
he was viewing. Rose's finger was going in and out of Cindy's twat like a
piston. Cindy was sighing and sucking and moving her butt about wantonly,
as if she were about to explode.
Pete could barely stand it. He yanked off his clothing, after
checking to make sure the front door was locked and the shades drawn, and
joined them in the center of the room. He got his head in between their
bodies and took one of Cindy's titties in his mouth, and the three of them
sank to the carpet, temporarily losing their grips on the others.
Immediately the fascinating routine began exactly as it had been, only
with more intensity.
Pete knew one thing was missing. No, two things. His stiffened
prick was not being used and neither was Rose's cunt. Before he could
think about this, the position of each was changed as if by magic, and
Pete found Cindy's cunt against his face, his tongue dipping deeply into
the hot, wet crack. Rose, he saw, was sucking his cock passionately,
which meant that Cindy was going down on Rose.
What a lovely thing it was.
How exhilarating.
Stimulating.
Beautiful.
Rose bit his cock lightly and caused him a moment of alarm, during
which he pulled his face away from Cindy's box. Immediately, she sought
to wrap her lovely legs about his head to force him to continue. Rose had
stopped the biting, so Pete did not need to be forced to resume the cunt-
lapping. He was only too willing. Cindy's gash was sweet and clean and
nice. It was also wet and sticky and extremely warm.
"Go off in me, Pete," Rose muttered thickly. "Please go off in my
mouth. I must have it immediately!"
Everyone seemed to come alive at this remark and there followed one
of the most remarkable sex sessions Pete had ever experienced.
Everyone was coming into someone else's mouth. Pete blew in Rose's
mouth with all the force of Niagara, and he kept on flowing as she sucked
his dick and swallowed his juice. He, in turn, lapped Cindy's cunt with
all the speed and skill he could muster, which was considerable, for
shortly, she grabbed his hair and pulled it very hard, causing him no
small amount of temporary pain. What Cindy was doing to Rose, Pete could
not see too well, because Cindy's tits were in his range of vision. He
reached up and pulled on Cindy's right boob and felt her scream, not from
any pain he might have been inflicting, but because Rose had blown her
cunt juice into Cindy's mouth, all of which took place fast and in a most
hectic manner.
It was some minutes later that all three of them lay still. Only
their fierce breathing gave any indication that any of them were alive.
All three had their eyes closed and all three were perspiring freely.
Finally, Pete sat up and looked at the two nude women near him. He
noted with satisfaction that the hair around their cunts was extremely wet
and sticky-looking. This excited him all over again. As he was rested
enough now, he mounted one of them, hardly noting which one it was. It
turned out to be Rose. His prick buried deeply into her box, he sought to
pull Cindy's body around in such a manner that he could go down on her
twat at the same time. Cindy, apparently, didn't understand what he
wanted her to do, for she kept turning up her asshole to his mouth so
often that he finally contented himself by sucking it instead.
Cindy appeared to like having her asshole sucked. She purred like a
kitten while at the same time, Pete noted, she rammed her fingers up his
bung. Each time he thrust his cock deeply into Rose, Cindy would bury her
finger up his ass.
It was all very thrilling and wonderfully exhausting to Pete and,
when he finally blew off for the second time, he remained where he was on
top of the woman who lived next door, his hard-on still embedded deeply
within her box.
Cindy was not through, however. She rested for a few moments, and
then pushed Pete off Rose's body and, taking his prick between her lips,
began to suck it passionately.
Pete was much concerned.
He didn't think he would be able to come three times in a row with
very little rest.
Pete Braden was completely fooled. He was much more virile than he
had ever considered himself to be.
He shot off into Cindy's mouth and she gobbled up his cream as if she
were a hungry kitten.
Chapter 5
It was well past midnight when Pete arrived home and stepped onto the
front porch. He noticed that a light had been turned on in the front
room, but he had seen none in the bedroom. Wondering if this meant that
Mark was still fucking Mary, he entered the house quietly and stole across
the front room to listen at the door of the bedroom. There were no
sounds, not even the slight, soft sounds of breathing coming from the
room. He pushed the door open carefully and spoke Mary's name softly.
She did not answer, and he hesitantly turned on the light. The bed was
made up and there certainly was no Mary and Mark lying on it. The pillows
looked fresh and clean. Pete frowned, flicked off the light and returned
to the front room where he poured himself a small drink. It was perhaps
ten minutes later that he decided to call Cindy to see if Mark had
returned home. She told him over the phone that she had not seen Mark and
had been about to call Pete. Pete hung up after telling her that Mark and
Mary might have gone somewhere, possibly even to a motel, just to see what
it was like-for the kick of it. He didn't believe this for one moment,
but he had to tell Cindy something.
"Pete," she said at length, "why don't you come back here? I don't
like being alone for long periods of time."
"I'll wait a little while and, if I don't hear from Mark and Mary,
I'll come back to your place."
"Good," she said. "Don't wait too long. I'm scared of being alone
at night."
He hung up and waited for over an hour, then called Cindy again.
"They haven't returned. I'm sure they must have gone to a motel for some
reason. As I said before, probably for the kick of it. Do you still want
me to come to your place?"
"Yes, Pete. Please come over. I hate being alone at night. I think
Mark is mean for doing this and not telling anyone."
"My car is gone, so we at least know they went somewhere in the car."
A note of alarm crept into her tone as she spoke. "Do you think they
might have had an accident, Pete?"
"We would have been notified by now, Cindy. I know that Mary carries
plenty of identification in her purse when she goes somewhere."
"So does Mark. At least, I think he does. Maybe we'd better call
the hospitals, Pete. What do you think?"
"Tell you what," he said to reassure her. "I'll call the hospitals
and then call you back. Okay?"
"Okay, Pete."
They both hung up at the same time, and Pete called several
hospitals, all there were in the city, but no one named Mark Alexander or
Mary Braden had been involved in any accident. He called Cindy back
immediately and told her this. He could hear her breathing a sigh of
relief.
"I don't care for things like this, Pete," she said. "I'm going to
give Mark the devil tomorrow."
Pete laughed, even though he didn't quite feel like a laugh. "I know
what you mean. I'll be right over to your place. Won't take long. I'll
walk fast."
"All right. Bye." He heard Cindy hang up at the other end of the
line. He replaced his own phone on its cradle and frowned.
Ten minutes later he was at her front door and she was in the process
of opening it, sliding bolts and making all sorts of similar sounds.
Pete looked at her when the door was open. "Hey," he said. "Are you
that afraid of being alone? How many bolts did you slide back?"
Cindy laughed tensely. "Just two. One was stuck, the small one
there." She pointed at the door, but Pete barely glanced at it.
He was far more interested in the shortie nightgown she was wearing.
There were no panties to it, either, which made it interesting. He
reached out his hand and placed it directly over her warm cunt. She moved
closer to him, her arms stealing about his neck as she kissed his mouth,
darting her tongue in and out quickly.
"Were you really afraid of being alone?" he asked.
She giggled a bit. "Yes. I also wanted you here just in case."
"Just in case of what?"
"In case I got hot pants again." Once more she giggled.
"Aren't you worried about Mark and Mary any longer?"
She looked at him oddly. "The hell with them," she said. "Doing
this to us and not telling us and making you call up hospitals and
everything. I think that's very mean of them, both of them."
"Does seem a bit ..." He did not complete the sentence.
"Well, the hell with them!" Cindy cried. "They've gone off
somewhere, so you and I'll have fun. Hey ... I have something really wild
to tell you. It's about that nutty Rose. Do you know what I caught her
doing a while ago? You won't believe it, but I found her ..." Cindy's
face had reddened ---" I don't know how to say it."
Pete felt a chill pass through him as he soberly regarded her. "Just
say it right out," he told her.
"Rose must have gotten so hot that she went nuts, Pete. I caught her
with my Great Dane on top of her. In her kitchen, for heaven's sake. She
untied the dog and took him into her kitchen and got him on top of her.
She was on her hands and knees, and, boy, was that dog of mine socking it
into her."
Pete again regarded her soberly. "I have a confession to make,
Cindy. I knew about Rose and your dog. I saw her and ... him. I was
even inside her house." He then proceeded to tell her all about the
event. When he was through, he looked at her closely to note her
reaction. There was nothing he could detect. Cindy was calm.
"I knew you were there, Pete. I saw you from my bedroom window."
He laughed nervously. "This must be true-confession evening."
"I figured you'd tell me about being at Rose's place when you got
around to it. However, I didn't know you knew about her and the dog."
"I didn't want to say anything about that," he said quietly. "I
thought it was none of my business. That is, to talk about what she did."
Cindy nodded approvingly. "There should be more people with that
attitude, baby. I like you for it."
Pete had removed his hand from her furry twat while he had been
talking about Rose, but now he placed it back and felt the thrill of
touching her wet gash.
"We're quite a group, aren't we, Cindy?" he said, for want of
anything better to say. "I mean, all five of us."
"Better make that six. My Great Dane has to be counted in."
"What is the name of your dog, Cindy?"
"As of now, I have a new name for him. Want to hear it, Pete?"
He nodded.
"I'm calling him Man from now on."
"Man? Odd name for a dog."
"Not for this one, Pete."
He stuck his finger into her cunt. "I see your point, baby."
She pressed her body closer to his. "Point? Put your finger in as
far as you can point it, Pete. Jerk me off, can you?"
"Jerk you off? I never heard it called that, not for a woman."
"Finger-fuck me then. Do you like that better?"
He darted his finger in and out of her hole rapidly while she moaned
and leaned against his body. "You like that, Cindy?" he asked. His rod
was growing harder by the moment.
"Love it. Anything that has to do with sex I love. Anything. If
you can ever think of something entirely new and different and need
someone to try it on, come for me. I'm willing."
"You're quite a gal," he said approvingly. "I like you." He removed
his finger from her twat. "Come with me, baby. I've just thought of
something new.
She pulled away from him, a look of strangeness in her eyes. "I
think I know what you want me to do, baby. You want me to let the dog ...
do it to me, don't you?"
Pete grinned. "You said if I ever thought of anything to come and
get you for it. I've just thought of the dog."
She averted her eyes. "Please, Pete, not that. I'm not ... ready
for that. Not yet. Maybe if you get me a bit high or something."
He laughed. "I was simply calling your bluff, Cindy. I wasn't going
to ask you to have sex with the Great Dane. Don't you understand? I was
pulling your leg."
"Put me on a bed," she sighed, "and pull my leg. Pull my
everything."
"You're not even concerned about Mark and Mary now, are you, baby?"
She looked serious momentarily. "The way you were finger-fucking me
a moment ago I thought you weren't worried, so that tended to relax me.
Do you think we should go looking for them, Pete?"
He shook his head. "We'd never find them, baby."
She laughed lightly. "Have you noticed how you're using my word so
much of the time?"
"You mean the word 'baby'?"
"Yes. Did you pick it up from me?"
"Probably. But why are you asking me this? Is there something
important about it that escapes me?"
"No, nothing. I just feel complimented that you would ... well, pick
up my favorite word of endearment, or whatever it is, and use it." Pete
noted she had pulled still farther away from him as she talked. Now she
was at least seven feet away. He was puzzled and decided to ask her when
another thought hit him. "Cindy," he said without changing expression,
"is Rose watching us through the side window? Right now, I mean?"
She came somewhat closer to him, picked up a blanket and held it over
her body, twisting about, stamping her feet, and turning this way and that
as if she were a Spanish dancer.
"Let's get out of this room, Pete," she said softly, smiling all the
time. "Make believe you're a dancer or something and follow me to the
bedroom."
"Are you nuts?" he asked, perplexed.
"Rose has someone else out there with her, I think. I don't want to
put on a stag show for the whole neighborhood."
Pete did the thing that came to his mind. He stepped to the light
switch and gave it a flick, plunging the room into darkness. "There," he
said, "that's better than making believe I'm a dancer."
"I didn't want to offend Rose, Pete," she said softly from across the
room. "She'll never forgive me for turning off the lights."
"Tough." Pete spoke the word very softly.
"What did you say, baby?"
"Nothing," he replied. "Now I can't see a thing. Where are you?"
"Walk straight toward me, baby. I can see you."
He chuckled. "That's great, but I can't see you."
"Turn the lights on for just a second, then turn them off again."
Again he chuckled. "Hell, I don't know where the switch is now. I
can't even touch the wall. I've moved away from it. This is a hell of a
dark night."
"Poor Rose and her friend. They aren't getting to see much of us,
are they?"
"Who cares? I'm beginning to think your neighbor is crazy. Is she?"
"No, just hot and awfully strange."
"She certainly does nutty things, you'll have to admit."
"So does everybody when you stop to think of it. What we're doing is
pretty nutty, Pete. Whispering across a dark room, both of us nude. Why
don't you find your lighter and flick it on so you can see the light
switch?"
Her voice had sounded much closer to him, so he reached out, grabbed
and by chance touched her tits.
"There you are, Cindy! I thought you sounded closer. Hey, is it
ever nice to touch your body again."
He pulled her up to him and kissed her titties wetly. Knowing the
room was in darkness seemed to do things to him. Dropping to his knees,
he kissed her tummy, ran his tongue about in her navel and then went
quickly lower, darting his tongue into her hot box. She squealed and
pulled his hair so hard it hurt. At the same time she bent her knees
slightly and widened her stance so that he could by twisting his head
sideways a bit, get his mouth directly over her cunt, which he promptly
did and began to suck savagely. She stiffened her entire body, squealing
with delight and jerking her crotch about so much he had difficulty
keeping his mouth over her cunt, as well as darting his tongue deeply into
the wetness of it. He pulled his mouth away from her gash.
"Hold still, baby," he told her. "Let me do the moving."
"Yes, Pete!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes! " She spread her legs even
wider and the next thing he knew she was sitting on his face, her wet
crease over his lips and grinding down on his mouth.
Pete let her move her body in a circular fashion even though he had
just told her to remain motionless, because the thrill of having her cunt
hole nipping his tongue was wonderful, new and different.
"How do you like it, Pete baby?" she asked, her voice tight and
hoarse.
He patted her butt with his hand and instantly she began moving her
cunt about and across his lips in the most maddening way imaginable.
Pete went off, his cum flying all over the carpet.
It ran down his legs and even dripped from his hands and arms.
His sap seemed to be all over the place.
"Suck me off, Pete, baby!" she cried as if she didn't know what
happened.
He pushed her away by the use of his superior strength. "Wait a
minute," he said hastily. "Didn't you feel what just happened to me?"
She ran her hands over his prick and let out a squeal. "You blew
off, baby! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Why, your legs are covered with
the stuff! Here, let me clean it up with my tongue. I love the taste of
you, Pete, love it so much."
She began to run her tongue over his cock, his nuts, his thighs,
every place she could find the sticky stuff. Soon she had cleansed his
body thoroughly.
'Now, baby," she said. "Suck me a little, please?"
Her voice was pleading, so he bent his head. Her cunt was very wet
now, much more than it had been. As he darted his tongue into the slit,
she clamped down on it with her cunt muscles. Once again he felt his
prick growing hard and once again things threatened to happen to him, but
nothing did.
At least not for a while. Her body was very warm and he placed one
hand lovingly on her butt, another passionately on her abdomen, and
pressed them together, holding her body firmly in position so that he
might better lap her cunt. Her body stiffened and broke out in sudden and
excessive perspiration; her frame shivered and shook at first, and then
with a long sigh she shuddered and he felt the rush of warm, thick female
cum pouring over his lips and down his throat. He drank it eagerly and at
the same time felt her lips once again enveloping his cock as she sucked
it in that frantic manner, making him come freely into her mouth. She
swallowed his jizz and cleansed his dick once again with her lips and
tongue, then fell over on her back, exhausted.
After considerable time she whispered to him. "Pete baby, will you
see if you can find the light switch? I'm sure Rose and her friend are
gone. We need light in the room."
He stumbled about the room as though half-drunk, which he was not,
and accidentally touched a light switch. Flicking on the light, he
blinked as he saw Cindy squatting like an Indian on the carpet, her long
blonde hair wet with sweat but looking very sexy, nevertheless. This
woman would look sexy riding an elephant, in his opinion.
"Hey!" he cried. "We certainly have a ball, don't we, baby? How
would you like to get drunk with me?"
Cindy's large blue eyes gleamed. "Do you go weird when you drink a
lot, Pete? Unless you do, I won't get drunk with you."
He grinned. "That's a switch. Usually a woman says the opposite. I
don't know if I get weird or not. Mary never told me."
Cindy got to her feet, her nicely shaped boobs jouncing about
entrancingly. "We don't need to get drunk, Pete. We have fun without it.
But what'll we do now?"
He scratched his head thoughtfully. "I don't know. Got any ideas?"
She bit her lips, frowned prettily, looked at him searchingly.
"There's one thing we haven't done ... I mean, you haven't done, Pete,
baby. Want me to tell you what it is?"
"I'm game," he told her, grinning. "Tell me what I haven't done."
"I'm fairly sure," Cindy said slowly, her eyes filling with lust,
"that the other person watching us through the window with Rose was a
young, simple-minded boy. He's about fifteen, I think. Rose knows him
and I suspect she plays around with him whenever she can. I'd like to see
you, Pete, go down on the boy."
Pete stared at her hard. "Are you kidding?"
She returned his stare. "No. I'm not kidding, baby. I've gone down
on Rose. Now it's your turn to ... put on a show. How about it. Are you
game?"
* * *
Later, Pete was not quite certain how it had all been arranged, but
he and Cindy were inside Rose's house, along with a young boy who looked
as if he were not quite with anything, which is to say, he was simple-
looking. Both Cindy and Rose were dressed and both were conversing in low
tones with the boy who sat on a low hassock, his hands clasped together
over his knees. Pete thought the posture a somewhat homosexual type of
thing; it looked to be at least, but he was not jumping to conclusions
about such matters. Only stupid people did this sort of thing, in Pete's
opinion.
One thing was certain in his mind --- he definitely did not want to
do what Cindy had suggested. The problem was how he could get out of it
without appearing to be a spoil sport. Going down on a male was the last
thing Pete Braden was interested in, unless, of course, the cock was his
own and there was a female interested in performing the act.
Cindy moved over to where Pete was sitting. "The boy says he'll let
you suck him off, baby, if Rose and I stay in the bedroom and watch you.
He won't do it otherwise. It seems the boy likes women all the way, but
he's willing ..."
"Hold it," Pete said quickly, interrupting. "Forget the deal, Cindy.
I don't want to be a wet blanket, but I don't want to ... do this thing.
It goes against my grain."
Cindy looked at him strangely. "Really, Pete?"
"Yes," he said hurriedly. "I've been trying to tell you this ever
since you first brought it up, but the words seemed to get stuck in my
throat."
She moved away from him, her eyes cold. "All right. I don't want to
try to talk you into doing something you don't want to do, baby. Tell you
what. You just sit there, and maybe Rose or I will suck the kid's cock.
Would you like to watch something like that?"
Pete didn't like the cold look in her eyes or the cold manner in
which she spoke. "No," he said flatly. "I mean no thanks. If you gals
want to fool around with the kid, help yourself. Me, I'm going home."
Cindy came back to him immediately and placed her hand on his arm.
Her eyes were not quite so cold as they had been. "Did I offend you,
baby? If I did, I'm terribly sorry. Cindy didn't mean to." She pouted a
bit and looked very pretty doing it.
Pete laughed. "Never mind. Forget it. I've just changed my mind
again. Go ahead and suck the kid off. I'll stick around and watch. Who
knows? Maybe I have a hidden homo urge in me somewhere."
Cindy kissed his cheek. "There's no homo urges in you, baby. You're
all man, but I do wish you'd watch me go down on the kid. Don't worry
about him. He's simple and won't tell anybody anything. Not unless Rose
tells him he can, which she won't, of course. You might even be
interested in fucking Rose while I suck him off. How does that strike
you, baby?"
She had no more than said the words when the boy got to his feet and,
apparently because Rose had told him to do so, walked to where Cindy was
sitting. The boy unzipped his pants and took out a long, slim prick. He
held it between thumb and forefinger and pointed it at Cindy's mouth.
Without a word, Cindy bent her head and began sucking the boy's cock,
while Pete watched in lustful fascination.
Then Rose walked over and silently got down on her hands and knees,
facing Cindy and the boy, her eyes never leaving them.
With a deep groan of passion, Pete fell on top of her, sinking his
prick into her hot cunt in one fierce stab, his eyes also glued on the
other couple as he fucked Rose and himself to a frenzy.
Chapter 6
It was a week later that he lay in bed with Mary, both of them
watching a talk program on television. It was boring nonsense, so he got
up and shut off the set. Returning to the bed, he stared at his red-
haired, big-titted wife --- most of her bosom was bare-and knew the same
feeling he had had several times before-guilt. There was, he knew only
one thing to do-tell Mary about it and get it off his chest. She was a
broad-minded woman and he knew she would not be upset by his revelation;
she simply wasn't the type.
"Mary," he said, crawling in beside her, "I have something to tell
you."
"All right, honey. Tell me." She leaned over and kissed him. "But
if it's about you having that orgy instead of sticking to our original
swap agreement, forget it. Cindy and her friend Rose have already told me
all about it."
"They have?" He was astonished. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was waiting to see if you wanted to tell me."
He shook his head and grinned. "Sounds like female psychology stuff
to me, darling. And here I've been fretting about it for days, wondering
if I should tell ..."
She kissed his mouth, shutting off his words, then moved away.
"Honey, you should know by now that you need never explain. I'm your wife
... I love you, Pete. Don't you know that yet?"
He nodded. "Yes, of course I do. And I love you."
"You know something, honey," she said, "you've never asked me where I
was with Mark that night. Why haven't you?"
"I figured you'd tell me if and when you wanted to."
She reached under the sheet and grabbed his prick. His cock was soft
but under her ministrations became rapidly rigid. "I love the feel of
your big cock in my hand, honey. It's so reassuring."
Pete grinned. "A nice way to put it," he commented. "Tell me more
about what's happened."
"Oh ... about that night? Well, Mark took me to a woman's house, and
this woman and I indulged in a lot of passionate lovemaking while Mark
watched. There now. See? I'm not ashamed to tell you I sucked a cunt,
so why would you have been ashamed to tell me about your orgy?"
"I guess you're more honest than I," he said. "Tell me. How did
you, er, like it, going down on a female?"
Mary shrugged. "I can take it or leave it alone, no pun meant."
Pete smiled. "And Rose. Do you know about her?"
"Know about her what?" Mary asked, giving his now stiffened prick a
gentle, loving yank.
"Did you know she has a weakness for getting fucked by dogs?"
Mary let go of his cock as her green eyes became very large.
"Really? No kidding? Wow! What a hot one she must be. I don't know her
very well, honey, most of what I know I heard from Cindy."
"I saw Rose letting Cindy's big Great Dane fuck her."
Mary sucked in her air. "What a wild wonderful thing that must have
been! Tell me about it honey." Her hand crept back to his prick and
began to jack it gently.
"Hey," he said, "you keep that up and the bed will get soaked with
cum."
"Who cares? Squirt it in my direction. I'll take all you can come
up with."
"You sound like Cindy. That's the way she's been talking lately."
Mary smiled nicely. "I know. I was speaking to her on the phone
today. She told me she's been talking just awful to you."
"Something's happened," he started to say, but she darted her head
downward again and took his stiffened cock between her lips. Her mouth
was warm and wet and wonderful and he wanted to give her a mouth spray
immediately, but held it back.
She removed her mouth from his rod. "You do have a nice-tasting
cock, honey. Cindy was right. She said you had a sweet cock. I thought
she was pulling my leg, but she was absolutely right. Mmm, I like it."
Pete shivered with delight. "My dear wife," he said gravely, "you
may have it, all of it. Kindly proceed with your sucking."
"Cindy said you had started talking very sexy, too. She was right
about that, also. Boy, honey, do you ever turn me on when you say things
that way." Mary sounded excited.
"Such as what?" he asked, pretending innocence.
"Oh, like when you say 'Kindly proceed with your sucking.'"
He grinned tensely. "Kindly proceed with it then, before I blow off
in your face or something. You've got me hot as hell, darling."
She winked at him. "Kindly save your cum till Mama gets her hot lips
wrapped about the family cock, sir."
"I'm certainly getting a lot of sucking these days," he murmured.
"Could be the whole lot of us are turning into suckers as opposed to ...
Oh, baby!" he moaned as her mouth enveloped his dick and took it in all
the way to the hilt. "Oh, that feels good, Mary, darling."
She moved up on her hands and knees and straddled his body, her
asshole pointed straight at his mouth. "Get with it, honey. Turnabout's
fair play and all that sort of stuff."
"Move back a bit," he told her crisply, his heart hammering
furiously. "I want to lap your cunt, not suck your asshole, darling."
"Either one will do!" she cried, but moved backward a little so he
could kiss her furry pussy, which he did with relish. "Suck my cunt,
honey, and Mama will do the honors at the other end."
Pete sighed and attacked her wet twat with fury, his tongue lapping
at it rapidly, reminding him of what the Great Dane had done to Rose. For
some reason this made him hotter than before, and, as his wife bobbed her
head up and down, taking his long, stiff prick deeply into her throat, her
lips and tongue maddeningly caressing the head of it, he buried his face
into her box and moved his tongue from side to side rapidly.
She removed her mouth from his tool momentarily. "Oh, honey," she
gasped. "That's wonderful. Keep it up. Make me come, honey."
Pete continued with the fast sideways movement and, feeling his
wife's body stiffening frantically, actually increased the speed of his
lapping tongue. This caused her to bob her head up and down much more
quickly and for a few moments he thought she was going to bite his rod,
the way her teeth grated along the sides of his cock.
"Cool it, darling," he managed to say, but Mary was having none of
this.
"Faster, honey ... go as fast as you canto she told him thickly.
Pete held her thighs firmly with his hands and arms and went deeply
into her cunt, this time going in farther than he would have thought
possible. Mary stiffened again, stopped her sucking movement for a brief
time, then resumed it energetically, as if she were trying her best to
suck him dry.
When her body began to shudder from orgasms, one after another, in
quick succession, Pete felt his peak approaching. He attacked her cunt
furiously as his cock erupted in great shots of thick, gray fluid, which
continued on until there was no more sap to be released. Mary collapsed
on top of him, and still retaining his stiff prick in her mouth,
straightened out her legs, her cunt still over his mouth, closed her eyes
and actually fell asleep. Pete had to move his head in order to breathe.
Finally, after allowing her to nap quietly for a time, he gently moved her
off him without awakening her and let her continue on with her deep sleep.
Her head was at the foot of the bed, while his was, of course, on the
pillow.
"Never mind," he told himself very softly. "Let her lie that way.
I'll probably need more of her cunt before morning." He had to remove his
prick from her mouth and she struggled in her sleep against this, much in
the manner of a baby sucking at its mother's breast. Pete smiled. "I'll
be damned," he said softly. "How about that wife of mine."
Mary stirred, so Pete turned off the light and lay back, his hands
behind his head and, not feeling sleepy, he began to think about things.
Many things, but most of all about having witnessed the scene in which the
big dog had fucked Rose.
It was well past midnight when Pete dressed hurriedly but quietly and
left the house, making certain the door was locked behind him and that he
had his house key. He walked up the street, trying not to scuff his heels
and make undue noise. After half a block, he relaxed and grinned at his
caution.
"She'll love it," he muttered. "She as much as told me she would."
What it was she would love, he would not allow to formulate completely in
his mind. "Hell of a nice night," he went on to himself. "Shame to be
inside on a night like this."
It was ten minutes later that he found himself standing in the
driveway between the Alexanders' and Rose's place. There was no light on
in either house and, as Pete looked at first one house and then the other,
he wondered what in hell he was doing there. If he wanted to see, say,
Rose, why didn't he go to her door? He knew he could also go to Mark and
Cindy's door and tell them he was hot and ask if Mark would swap with him
for the rest of the night. He was certain Mark and Cindy would be
delighted if he did do this. He was also certain that Rose would welcome
him into her home.
He stood there, shivering, swearing softly to himself, and finally
walked to the front of Rose's house and knocked softly on her door. As he
waited for her to open the door, the thought popped into his head --- I
was going to borrow the Great Dane and take him home to fuck my wife.
Pete shivered again and, as he did so, the door swung open.
"Hello, Pete, come in."
He couldn't see her because it was so dark, but he recognized Rose's
voice. "Thanks," he said. "I wanted to ... see you, Rose."
He stepped inside and heard her close the door. Reaching out he
tried to touch her, but she must have moved away. It was so dark he could
not see her at all. "I suppose you really want to know why I came?" he
asked.
Her voice came across the room to him. "I think I know, Pete. You
have this craving to ... witness something. Am I correct?"
"Yes," he blurted. "I had this terrific urge to watch you and the
... dog."
"I understand," she said softly. "At least I think I do. I like to
watch things, also. I've watched you and Cindy several times. It's no
more than right that I should allow you to watch me and Man."
"Then you'll go out and get him?"
"Yes. After a time I will."
Pete was taken aback. "Oh, is something wrong? I mean, do I have to
wait because of something?"
"Yes, Pete. You have to wait till I get hot enough to want to ... do
that thing."
"Are you saying there are times when it turns you off?"
"Yes, of course. No one can stay up at fever pitch all the time,
Pete."
He nodded and then realizing she could not see him, stopped it. "I
see," he said, stumbling over the two words.
"Are you really that worked up, Pete? You sound strange."
"Something's happening to me," he said. "I just came from home.
I've had sex tonight with my wife, but I'm strangely driven to seek out
something else, something wild and wonderful."
"I'm glad," her voice came back to him, "that you added the word
'wonderful'."
"Turn on a light, will you, Rose?"
"I'm afraid Cindy might see you. She might be angry if she knew you
came directly here without seeing her first."
"I'm not Cindy's husband, Rose. Mark and I swap partners, you know,
but I ... well, I should have said I don't owe Cindy anything other than
decent treatment, that sort of thing.
"That's just the point, Pete. She might not consider your coming
here to see me as being decent treatment."
"Rose," he said after a moment's silence. "I have the feeling that
you're stalling for time. Tell me, is this true?"
"Yes, it's true. I'm hoping something will make me hot enough to do
what ... you want to witness."
"Could I make you hot, Rose?"
"You could try." Her voice sounded odd to him.
Instantly she was in his arms, pressing her body tightly to his.
"Fuck me in the ass, Pete. That's so I can get very hot."
"Getting cornholed makes you very hot?" he asked, astonished.
"Yes. Don't ask me why. Just pull my skirt up and bugger me in the
dark."
Pete's cock was hard and throbbing. He yanked her skirt high, pulled
down her panties, turned her around and stabbed her in the ass with his
hard-on. She bent over, and he had to hold her hips to prevent her
falling on her face.
"Oh ... that's it!" Rose cried passionately. "That's the way, Pete!
Fuck me hard. Squirt me full, honey."
"I will," he promised as he pumped his cock into her ass with all the
force he could muster.
"Oh! Wonderful!" she cried, and bent over again, once more
necessitating his firmly grasping her hips and trying to hold her upright.
However, she had leaned over too far and inevitably she crashed to the
floor, dragging him with her. As they struck the floor together, the
impact caused his hard-on to bury itself so deeply into her ass that he
thought for a while he might not ever get it out of her butt. A few
moments in this position and his cock swelled to an enormous size, causing
Rose to moan and thrash about, which, in turn, made Pete so hot that his
prick exploded into her asshole, and he became weak from the sensation of
his jism squirting so freely into her lush body.
Chapter 7
Later he stood outside the door of Rose's place and looked at her as
she stood in the doorway. He had not seen what he had come to see, but
something almost as good had happened. She was naked as she stood there
and he could see the outline of her body because of the dim light she had
long since turned on. Even though he was spent from having gotten his
rocks off with two women, he felt a stirring in his balls as he saw her
form outlined in the doorway. No, his mind told him. You have to stop
sometime. Let the time be now.
"Good-bye, Rose," he said, speaking softly. "It was great."
"Good-bye, Pete. Yes, it was wonderful. You make me feel like a
real woman when you ..."
"Thank you, Rose. That's a great compliment. We'll get together
again."
She came out onto the porch swiftly and placed her lips at his ear.
"If you'd like to stay and watch me with Man, I wouldn't object. I think
I'm almost ready now."
He kissed her cheek. What a hot woman she was, probably the hottest
one he had ever known, not excluding his wife and Cindy Alexander. The
moment he kissed her she grabbed his prick through the cloth of his pants,
and tried to pump his tool. It became semihard but he pushed her hand
away gently.
"You're going to half kill me if you keep that up, Rose," he told her
fiercely.
"What t a lovely way to die." She stuck her tongue in his ear and
ear-fucked him momentarily.
"Wow," he said. "Don't you ever get enough sex?"
"Sometimes, but not often. I'm getting more and more aroused, Pete.
If you'll stay, I promise to put on ... the show you wanted to see. Will
you stay, please?"
The urge that had brought him there initially began to grow in him.
He considered his feelings for a moment. "Will you pull the shades and
turn on the lights so I can see Man ramming his cock into you, Rose?" he
asked hoarsely, surprised at the passion in his tone when only a minute
before he had felt depleted and down.
"Yes," she whispered, and ran her tongue about in his ear again. "Do
you want to see Man fuck me, or would you prefer seeing me ... suck him
off?"
Pete felt his spine doing strange things while the hair at the nape
of his neck seemed to stand. "Suck him off? The dog? You can do that?"
he asked, his voice even more hoarse now.
"I've never tried it, but I might be able to, if it would gratify you
to watch me."
"You'd try that just to gratify me?"
"You just gratified me, Pete. I'm grateful to you for it."
"You don't have to be grateful, Rose. I enjoyed it, too."
"Just the same, I am," she replied. "And because of it, I'll do
anything that will give you a thrill."
"Get the dog in your bedroom," he said fiercely. "And let me watch
him fuck you, Rose. That'll turn me on more than anything else."
"Very well," she said quietly. "Come back inside and remain in the
front room. Sit on the sofa and wait till I call for you. I don't want
you to frighten the dog."
"All right," he said, and stepped into the house with her, closing
the door carefully behind him. "I'll sit over there and wait." His cock
was so hard now that it hurt him.
"You see," she said, still speaking softly. "I have to get Man hot
before he'll do anything. This means I have to have his undivided
attention. If you were in the room, it would confuse him until he gets
going. Do you understand?"
"Tell me, Rose," he heard himself asking. "Have you done this often
with the dog?"
"I've done it many times with many dogs," she answered unashamedly,
looking him straight in the eye. "I was born on a farm. I grew up there.
When I was thirteen, we had a big male collie that I taught to screw me
every day or so. I had a wonderful time with that collie till he got
killed. Then I ... but I won't tell you any more right now. Have a drink
if you like, but remember ... don't come into the bedroom till I call your
name."
Pete had a drink as she had suggested, and he sat on the sofa sipping
it slowly at first and then more rapidly. He had another drink and then
another, but still she did not call out to him. He smoked several
cigarettes and began to wonder if he would ever see her again. He was
tempted to go to her bedroom door and peek in to see if perhaps she was
not already fucking the Great Dane and had forgotten, in her excitement,
to call out his name. But he rejected this and sat back on the sofa and
tried to relax.
It was possibly thirty minutes later that he heard her call to him.
His cock had gone soft long ago, but the moment he heard her voice it grew
rapidly. He finished off his drink and got unsteadily to his feet.
Passing his hands over his eyes, he wondered if he had drunk too much, but
knew that he had not. It was the terrific excitement that was making him
slightly dizzy.
He went to the bedroom door. It stood ajar but only a few inches.
His hand trembling slightly, he pushed the door farther open and looked at
the scene. Rose was lying naked across the bed as she had done the first
time, her legs spread widely, the raw redness of her entrancing cunt fully
exposed. As Pete looked at her in this position, he nearly shot off in
his pants, but managed to cool down his feelings momentarily. The Great
Dane was standing near the bed and staring directly at Rose's cunt. Pete
was careful not to make any sounds or sudden movements, but it was
doubtful that even if he had the dog would have noticed-Man was too intent
on looking at the woman's slit. Pete felt his heart hammering furiously
again as he saw the dog's long tongue dart out from his mouth and
tentatively lap at Rose's cunt. The dog moved a bit, moved in closer and
more between the woman's legs where he could reach her slit easier and
better.
Pete had broken out into a cold sweat, but now the wetness of his
body suddenly became warm very warm, for the big dog's tongue started
lapping Rose's crack with great speed and intensity. Pete heard Rose
groan and moan over and over again, while her eyes were tightly closed and
her lips set in a hard line of utter ecstasy. It was the hottest scene
Pete had ever witnessed, far exceeding even the first time he had viewed
the act. His prick began to drip juice as the dog became excited and
frantically mounted the woman. Pete saw the intense look of instinctive
lust in the dog's eyes, the way his ears lay back. He also saw the dog
pumping his long, red tool at Rose's gash, but he seemed to be having
difficulty getting it in the right spot. This was probably due to the
fact that animals fuck from the rear of the female and not the front, as
the dog was attempting to do to Rose. Pete thought Rose had purposely
done it this way so, perhaps, she could pretend it was a man screwing her.
At least, that might have been her intentions at one time, say when she
had been the thirteen-year-old farm girl.
The dog was making terrible grunting noises in his throat while he
pumped at a frantic rate of speed, still not successfully.
Pete nearly passed out from sheer excitement when he saw Rose reach
down and guide the dog's cock into her cunt.
The dog's body shot forward. Pete saw Rose tightly close her eyes
now, and heard her cry out from the pain of the stabbing attack of the
Great Dane's swollen tool. Pete could see the redness and the hugeness of
the big cock as the dog pulled back each time, only to slam it back into
the cunt of the woman lying on the bed.
When the dog evidently began to shoot off violently into the woman's
cunt, Pete could stand it no longer. He raced from the room, tripped over
a chair and nearly fell to the floor.
Outside the house, he turned and ran nearly all the way home. When
he arrived there, he was so completely winded that he had to sit down on
the porch for five minutes before he could summon up enough strength to
unlock the door and enter. He walked to the bedroom, saw that Mary was
sleeping soundly, stripped off his clothing and lay down on his back, his
prick hard and quivering and threatening at any moment to erupt. He could
still hear the strong noises of the frantic animal as it shot its wad into
Rose's cunt, and he could still see the set look of crazy, weird ecstasy
on the face of the woman who needed to fuck dogs.
When Mary moved and her hand accidentally touched his stiffened cock,
he went off violently, his hot sap flowing freely and striking her bare
tummy, where it clung to her as if reluctant to drain from a female body.
Mary awakened and sat up suddenly. She stared at her wet tummy, ran
her fingers through the sticky stuff, looking at Pete in a wild-eyed
manner.
"Pete, honey," she said reproachfully, "you jacked off on me. Why in
heaven's name would you do that, instead of waking me up and letting me
get the benefit of it?"
He grinned somewhat sheepishly. "I tell you the truth, Mary. I
didn't jack it. It just blew off by itself, so help me." He spread his
hands and grinned at her.
She smiled. "Come off that stuff, honey. I know better. You're
never that hard up. I won't let you get that hard up. It couldn't
possibly happen to a twenty-six-year-old married guy."
He grinned again. "All right, so you don't believe me. I can't say
as I blame you, darling, but it's true. I blew off suddenly. No hand
help of any kind."
"Well, I'll be damned," she said, giving her pretty red head a shake.
"I never knew you to do that before, but I kind of like it."
"Only you would have preferred getting it in your cunt, right?"
"Or mouth." She frowned prettily as she ran her fingers through his
sticky sap again. "Maybe not, though. It feels kind of good the way it
clings to my flesh. Were you dreaming, honey?"
"Sort of, I guess."
"You mean you'd been sleeping?"
"N-No. Not exactly."
"What then?" Mary screwed up her face and peered at him oddly.
"I'm going to tell you the truth, darling," Pete said gravely.
"After you fell asleep, the damnedest, craziest but most wonderful feeling
I think I have ever experienced came over me. I felt as if I could float
on air I was so exhilarated. Do you know what I did? Have you any idea?"
She brushed her red hair out of her eyes and gazed into his eyes with
her pretty green ones. "No, honey. I have no idea. Guess I've been
sleeping soundly."
"First of all, I left the house. I got dressed and left the house.
I intended to go to the Alexanders' and steal their dog and bring him here
and wake you up and see what might happen, darling."
Mary's green eyes were very wide. "You wanted to see the dog fuck
me, honey?" She shook her head violently. "Whew ... are you feeling all
right, honey? That's the nuttiest thing I ever heard."
He nodded. "You're absolutely right. It is a nutty thing, when you
hear me speaking of it right now. Actually, however, it's not quite as
nutty as it sounds. It can be done. You see ..." He hesitated, bit his
lips nervously. "I went to Rose's place, fucked her and then watched her
let the animal screw her as she lay on her back ... on the bed," he added.
Mary ran her tongue nervously over her lips. "Did you actually see
the dog's cock go into her, honey?"
"Yes. I stayed until he went off in her and then I had to get the
hell out of there fast. I ran almost all the way home. I undressed,
climbed into bed with you, darling, and got the most tremendous hard-on-
well, not the most tremendous, but one of them-in my life. I was so hot
that ... that's when I went off on your stomach, darling."
"And Rose. Did she just lay there and take the dog's whang?"
"Yes. She was just about out of her mind from the excitement of it.
I could tell."
"And you wanted to ... bring the dog ... here and find out if I ...
would?"
"That was my crazy idea, at first, but I got over it."
Mary's eyes were glazed. "Wow, what a hot thing to think about.
It's enough to drive a person buggy." She gave her pretty head a hard
shake. "Wonder what it's like to have a thing like ... his ... rammed up
your ..."
Pete waited for her to say the last word, but she didn't. "Up your
what, darling?" he asked, wanting to hear her say it all.
Mary grinned at him suddenly. "Darn you, you hot son of a gun!
You've got me all caught up in this dog thing now. Just thinking about it
gives me goose pimples."
"Is that all it gives you?" he asked, grinning, and looking at the
tight expression on her face.
"No," she replied. "It gives me, as I used to say when I was a kid,
the hots."
"Have you got the hots now, darling?" he asked.
"If I don't get this animal lust thing out of my mind, honey, I'm
going to do something very wild and crazy pretty soon."
Pete laughed good-naturedly. "Okay. Let's talk about something
else."
Mary apparently did not hear him or, if she did, had already decided
she didn't want to get off the subject of sex in any way. Bending her
head downward, she kissed his bare belly and ran her tongue about in his
navel till it became very wet.
"That's what you did to mine a while ago, honey, only you did it with
something more potent than spit."
"You keep that up and I'll fly at you again, darling."
"Oh, I hope so. I never seem to get enough of anything these days.
Do you suppose there's something wrong with me, Pete?" Her green eyes
studied his searchingly.
He laughed. "Not a chance. Nothing wrong with Mary. She's
beautiful. I love her," he said, and gave her a pat on the butt.
She straightened up. "I wonder what I'd have done if you'd brought
that big dog here, Pete."
"Are you back on that?" he asked, grinning. "I'm beginning to think
you're disappointed that I didn't bring him back with me."
"I'm just curious about it. Gee, I wish I could have seen Rose
screwing him. I'll bet it really drove you crazy."
He nodded and rubbed his nose at the same time. Knocking his black
hair out of his eyes with his other hand, he looked at his wife, and
suddenly leaned over and kissed her tit. "It did drive me crazy, darling,
just as I hope that kiss on your tit drove you crazy."
"Not really," she said, smiling at him, "but I like having you kiss
my tits. Want to kiss the other one, too, honey?"
"How about my chewing one of your tits off just for the hell of it?"
he asked mischievously.
"Oh, honey, don't talk that way. You scare me, although I admit
having you chew on my tits sounds awfully exciting."
She screwed up her face and pouted. "You may suck anything I have,
sir."
He grinned. "And what do you have, pretty maiden?" he asked, going
along with it.
"I have two tits, one cunt, one hot asshole and two feet."
Pete laughed loudly. "One hot asshole. Wow, what a gas! How'd you
think that one up?"
"My clever, nimble brain gave it to me, sir."
"The thought of the hot asshole?" Pete asked chokingly.
"Both, kind sir. Now then, are you going to suck and chew on my tits
or not? I needs must know, sir."
Pete was getting red in the face from laughing. "You ... needs must
know. I haven't heard that kind of talk since English class in the sixth
grade."
"That reminds me," Mary said, sitting up straighter, "of the man
teacher I had in the seventh grade-or was it the eighth? Anyway, this
poor guy had a terrible time with the girls in his class. He was a
substitute teacher and the moment we saw him walk into the room we knew,
all the girls, I mean, that he was scared to death of females." Mary
began to laugh loudly, wiping her eyes as she spoke. "Boy, did we ever
fix that poor guy up. We'd pull our dresses up and let him look at our
thighs, and the moment he saw a pair of legs above the knees, he'd get red
in the face and begin to stammer and fall apart. We girls would wear low-
cut dresses and go up to his desk after class or even after school and
lean over to let him see our titties. Boy, would he ever get embarrassed!
You never saw a man suffer like that poor guy did in that class. All of
those girls, including me, honey, were bitches of the worst sort. If we
could raise hell with some male teacher, we'd do it every time. This
particular guy, I can't recall his name, but anyway ... he quit after two
weeks. The principal came into the room one morning and told us Mr.
Whatever-his-name-was wouldn't be in class, that he had taken ill. Some
of the girls had seen him boarding a bus the night before and he had
several suitcases, so we knew we had literally driven the poor guy out of
town."
"Why are females so confounded mean, Mary? What makes them that
way?"
She looked at him quickly, then smiled and spread her hands. "It's
our nature. Maybe it's one of the weapons we have to fight you men with."
He just looked at her eyes.
"Men," she went on, "are kind, despite what lots of people have to
say about them. This is my opinion, of course. They are much kinder than
women, only they don't like to show it if they can help it. Sometimes,
usually in fact, it just pops out of them, I've noticed. Women, on the
other hand, feel deeply that they are second-class people, that men have
made them this, which isn't altogether true, so they have, over the
centuries, developed meanness as a weapon to fight with. A woman will
often test a man with meanness to see how far she can go with him, to
discover how much of the junk she can get away with. If the man accepts
her meanness, then she lays it on a bit thicker. If he still goes along
with it and manages to hold back his anger, she goes even farther. And so
on. That's the way women are built, I think. I'm no authority about
females, but I believe most of what I said is true, although there are few
females anywhere, I suspect, who would agree with me."
He kissed her. "You're a very nice gal, do you know that, darling?"
She grinned. "I do now. You just told me so."
"You know something? For a few moments there, you and I were
thinking about something other than sex."
Mary laughed nicely. "Yes, and what a drag, honey."
"I gather you'd prefer doing something sexual to indulging in
chatter."
"What a way to put it. I'd rather fuck you than talk if that's what
you mean."
He pursed his lips and pretended he was considering the matter. "I
see. Am I to consider this as a proposition?"
She took his prick in her hand and jacked it a little. "You may
consider it a proposition, either for the fuck or the suck."
He smiled. "The fuck or the suck." He cupped his chin in his hand
in a ridiculous manner, purposely. "Let me think. Which do I need the
most ... the fuck or the suck?"
Mary turned over on her stomach and studied him, holding her own chin
in her hands. "When you have made your decision, kind sir, will you
please inform the young virgin so she may know which it is the male master
desires?"
Pete laughed again. "You've been reading those old books again,
darling. I can tell by your choice of words."
"As a matter of fact, I have. I read one a few days ago, or part of
one. It had to do with a duke who had a fondness for being sucked off by
small female children, ten-year-old stuff. It was fairly interesting, but
the style of writing was so obsolete it ground me down after a time. I
had to stop reading it."
"Would the lady mind if I asked her to suck me off?" Pete inquired
keeping the playful mood going.
Mary pressed the tip of her first finger under her chin and did a
small curtsy --- the best she could manage inasmuch as she was lying on
her tummy --- and replied in kind. "The lady would consider it an honor
and a duty to suck off the cruel old duke's cock."
He grinned and patted her on the butt. "Very well then. The cruel
old duke demands that the young virgin stop her goddamned yapping and
begin her cock sucking."
Chapter 8
Mark and Cindy had to leave the city for a time because of some
family situation which they did not attempt to explain to Pete and Mary,
who, in turn, did not ask questions, but, when the time came, simply drove
them to the airport and saw them off.
When Pete and Mary returned home and entered the house, the phone was
ringing. Mary answered and said hello several times. While Pete watched,
she replaced the phone on its cradle and frowned.
"Wrong number, darling?" he asked.
She turned about. "You'll probably think I've lost my senses, but
all I heard before the phone was hung up at the other end was a dog's
bark."
Pete laughed nervously. "Hey, you don't suppose that's Rose's way of
asking us over, do you?"
Mary shrugged and brushed her red hair away from her eyes. "I
wouldn't be surprised. She's just nutty enough to do a thing like that
now that Mark and Cindy, her next-door neighbors, have gone out of town."
"Oh, I thought you didn't really know her that well, darling!"
Mary brushed her hair out of her eyes again. "I don't. Not really,
Pete. I know her mostly from hearing about her from Cindy and Mark and
you."
Pete lighted a cigarette. "Well, the hell with her. I don't feel
like ... watching her thing today."
Mary smiled. "Her thing, honey? Is that what you said? Thing?"
"Her bit. Her sex thing. You know what I mean."
Mary's smile changed to a becoming frown. "I don't know," she said
thoughtfully. "But I think I'd like you to take me over there sometime
soon."
"No kidding?" he asked.
She crossed over the room and kissed him on the cheek suddenly.
"Maybe I'd like to see what you've seen, honey. I have mixed feelings
about it, I think, but ... yes, I believe I would like to watch her fuck a
dog. Do you suppose she would allow me to?"
Pete took a drag on his cigarette and snubbed it out in an ash tray.
"We could try to induce her to put on her ... little act for us."
"From what I've heard, it's no act. She likes having dogs screw
her."
He nodded. "She does. Definitely. I was at a loss for the right
word, so I said 'act'. I didn't mean she puts on an act."
"Let's have a few drinks and get in touch with her," Mary said, her
voice sounding odd. "Maybe if I get about half-tight, I'll have enough
courage to go there with you. If she'll let us come, I mean."
Pete moistened his lips. What Mary was saying made him nervous.
"I'm not in the mood for ... Rose and her sex thing, darling. Maybe
later. By the way, that was a damned crazy thing, that dog barking over
the phone. Why do you suppose she would do that?"
Mary shrugged. "Maybe she wants you to come to her place, honey.
What else?"
"Want a drink?" he asked, changing the subject.
She seemed to be paying no attention to him. "Pete," she said
thoughtfully, "do you realize we've lost our swap partners for a while?"
"Sure," he replied. "I thought of that when Mark called and told me
they had to leave town for a time."
"Funny. I hadn't thought much about it. Now, we'll just have each
other for kicks. Right?"
Pete grinned. "There's always Rose and her ... lover."
Mary shivered. "Gads, I'd like to see that happen! I really would,
but I'd like to see her balling the dog without her knowing I was
watching. Do you think you could arrange it, honey?"
He smiled, but tensely. "You really have that dog thing on your
mind, haven't you? I warn you, you'd better stop thinking about it if you
don't want to be all hung up."
"I guess you're right, honey," Mary said softly. "Damn it. I wish
you'd never mentioned it to me, Pete." She made a face. "Please give me
the strongest damned drink you can fix, honey. I'm getting bugged."
"I just got through asking you if you'd like a drink, but you didn't
hear me," he observed as he went to mix her a strong one. Bringing the
glass back to where she was now seated on the sofa, he gave it to her and
stood in front of her. "Here's to Rose and her ... thing."
Mary grinned tightly, took a swallow of her drink and nearly choked
over it. "Hey, how much did you put in?"
That's about a double-triple, I'd say. Like it?"
She took another, smaller sip. "Boy, that's strong stuff. If I
drink this, I'll be climbing the walls."
"But do you like it, Mary?"
She looked up at him quickly. "Yes, I like it. Why? Does it
matter?"
"Not really. It matters only that you don't seem able to listen to
what I'm saying. That is, I'm not coming through clear to you at the
moment. This means, I suspect, that you have quite a bit going on inside.
Am I correct?"
She took another sip and made a small face. "I keep thinking about
Rose and her dog."
"It's not her dog, it's Cindy's."
"You know what I mean, honey."
He took a sip of his own drink. "Want me to call Rose and see if
she'll let us come over and watch?"
Mary's face reddened a little. "Wait till I have a bit more whiskey.
Then ask me, honey."
Thirty minutes later he asked her the same question, searching her
eyes carefully for her reaction. Mary smiled impishly at him and said not
a word. He lighted a cigarette, had two puffs from it and put it out. "I
take it you aren't ready to answer the question. All right. Probably be
a good thing to drop the whole matter here and now. I doubt that you'd
enjoy the scene. More than likely, Rose wouldn't want a female to watch
her screwing Man, and I can't say as I blame her. It's hardly the ...
accepted thing to do."
"Oh, come off it, honey," Mary said, finishing off the drink. "Don't
talk to me that way. I'm not one of these rubby-dubby females."
He grinned and had another drink himself. "I know it, darling. I
thought I would try and get a rise out of you. When I asked you a moment
ago if you wanted me to get in touch with Rose, you just simpered and said
nothing. What was that supposed to mean? I know you pretty well, honey,
but I can't read your mind."
"Pete," she said soberly, her eyes filled with a sudden strange lust,
"get Rose on the phone. Don't say anything about the dog. Just ask her
if we can come over and spend the evening with her." Mary glanced at her
watch. "It's seven-thirty now."
He put his glass down, went to the phone and dialed Rose's number.
He asked her bluntly if they could come to her house, and she surprised
him a little by saying she was sorry but didn't want company. She
hesitated over the word "company" and Pete suspected it was because she
meant she didn't want Mary to pay her a visit. He was tempted to ask her
why she had the dog bark over the phone earlier and to tell her he thought
it a crazy fool thing to do, but he managed to restrain himself from
saying the words. As he started to hang up, she whispered a word to him.
"What did you say?" he asked, knowing what she had said but wanting
to hear it from her again.
"Fuck," she said, the voice sounding thick and strange.
"What is that supposed to mean, Rose?" he asked, his curiosity
aroused. Was the woman losing her mind?
She was silent a moment. "It means fuck. That's all. Fuck."
He could tell from the way she spoke that she was highly passionate.
"Listen, Rose," he said quietly, evenly. "Please let me bring my wife to
your house. She'd very much like to ... talk to you."
There was silence at the other end of the line. Then, "You may bring
your wife if she will do something for me," Rose said somberly.
Pete felt the hair on the nape of his neck rising as it had so often
when he had previously made contact with this woman either physically or
conversationally. "I heard you," he said, his voice shaking slightly.
"What is it you want her to do for you, Rose?"
"I want her to let me."
Pete's mouth went suddenly dry. "You want her to do that ... just
... jump right into ... it ... cold?"
"Does she have enough of what it takes?" Rose asked slowly.
"I don't know," Pete said. "I'm not sure of what it takes, you see."
"Are you making fun of me, Pete?" Rose asked, her voice rising over
the phone.
"Certainly not. You should know better than to say a thing like that
to me."
"I'm sorry, Pete. I apologize. I guess I'm a bit upset tonight. I
..."
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes!" she said savagely. "A few minutes ago a man got out of the
house. Last I saw of him he was chasing some bitch dog down the street."
She slammed the phone on the hook so hard it hurt Pete's eardrums. He
didn't know whether to curse or chuckle, the situation was so unique.
Replacing the phone, he walked back to Mary, who was lying on the
sofa. He picked up his glass and drained it.
"No dice, Mary. Rose has lost her temper, it appears."
Mary giggled as she sat up and looked at the grin on his face. "No
kidding. What did the dog do, run off with another woman?"
Now Pete laughed outright. "That's it! That's what she told me.
She was very angry about it. Brother, what a broad she is. Whew."
Mary laughed, searching his eyes incredulously. "What a strange gal
Rose is. Somehow or other, I find her to be darned interesting. I don't
know why, though."
"Apparently," he said evenly, "she thinks you're interesting, too.
She asked me if you'd let her make love to you."
Mary sat up and blinked, her green eyes bright. "Oh, is she a
Lesbian, too? Did I say that wrong? Is she ... say ... what the hell is
she, Pete?"
"She said I could bring you to her house if you'd let her, whatever
that means. I took it to mean make love to you."
Mary laughed. "Wow, what a broad is right! She's lost her dog, so
now she wants a woman. No thanks. She's too far out for me at the
moment."
Mary bit her lips fiercely.
Pete scrutinized his wife's face carefully. "Something bothering
you, honey?" he asked.
"No. I'm just a bit high, I think. Quite a bit. Enough so that I
was beginning to be worked up over the possibility of watching her screw
with her dog."
He spread his hands. "Nope. Nothing doing there. The dog has run
away."
"So you said."
He brushed his hands over his eyes. "Sorry, I must be getting a bit
high, myself."
"Damn it," Mary said. "Something's happening to me."
He glanced at her sharply. "What do you mean?"
"I seem to want something. Something weird, I guess. I just about
had my heart set on seeing that dog bit."
"Would you care to suck me off?" he asked quietly, moving closer to
her so that his pants zipper was only a foot or so from her face. "I'd be
happy to let you, darling, if you wish."
She glanced up at him, grinned tensely, felt of his rapidly growing
cock and let go of it. She shook her head. "Not right now, honey. Maybe
later, I will."
"Perhaps," he said, swinging back into their previous mock style of
speaking, "madame would care for the complete reaming and greasing job.
Eh, what?"
Mary smiled up at him and patted his hard-on. "If you want to screw
me, honey, just do it. I'm always glad to have my lover man climb aboard
and sink the shaft into my cunt."
Pete laughed. "The hell you are, darling. You don't want me to
touch you right now. You've gone way out on me. You want to see that
Great Dane fuck Rose, or nothing."
Mary lay down flat and spread her legs, her skirt creeping almost to
her hips. "I wish," she said dreamily, "you could get that beast and
bring it here right this moment. I think I'd like him to lap my slit."
"Sorry, baby. The beast has gone out on the town. Besides, I'd
never be able to get him away from crazy Rosey."
"You mustn't call her that, Pete. That's unkind."
"Okay," he said, taken aback slightly. "Didn't mean to be nasty.
Rose just strikes me as being ... well, if you want to know the truth, a
bit on the crazy side."
"I'm sure she is, but then, aren't we all?"
He glanced at her quickly. "Now what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that everyone in the world is at least half out of his mind
when sexual desires take over."
He nodded. "I agreed with you, honey. When the urge hits you
strongly enough, you do go half nuts for a time until you're gratified."
"That's the way I am now-half nuts Pete. Probably it's because of the
liquor. What do you think?"
"Partly, I suppose. Isn't there anything I can do for you, darling?"
She sighed and sat up again and felt his hard-on. "I guess I'm being
very selfish, honey. If you'll take out your prick I'd be happy to suck
you off."
"I'd rather get on top, if you don't mind," he told her, his pulse
racing a little. "I've had an awful lot of sucking lately. Fucking
appeals to me more at the moment."
She grinned, raised her hips and drew down her panties, revealing her
cunt to him. "Help yourself, honey. I'm your wife. This cunt belongs to
you and is intended for your private use and entertainment, is not to be
used commercially without your express written consent, and ..."
Pete grinned tightly and dropped down on top of her, ramming his cock
into her cunt savagely. "For a moment there," he said hoarsely, "you
sounded like a baseball announcer on television."
She pushed his pants down off his hips, shoved his briefs down as far
as she could and raised her hot snatch to meet his battering prick.
"Don't talk, baby!" she cried. "Screw me. Screw me good, honey."
Pete rammed his cock into her twat savagely, but moving comparatively
slowly, and kept on fucking her like that for several minutes before he
felt her stiffening and heard her hoarse moans.
"Oh, honey!" she cried, her voice sounding desperate.
"Go wild on me, honey! Pretend you're a ... dog."
This crazy bit of nonsense almost stopped him cold, but then he
remembered she was high and probably didn't realize what she was saying.
He humped her slightly faster while she wrapped her legs about his and
clung to him like glue to wood. He blew off in her cunt when he felt her
shudder and knew she was achieving an orgasm. Usually, he kept it going
for a long time, but now he had an idea. Wildly exciting. Yanking his
still stiff cock from her cunt, he stood up, zipped himself, and pulled
her to her feet.
"W-What are you doing, honey?" she gasped. "I wasn't even half ready
to stop."
"You and I are going to help Rose find her lover-dog. Come on,
baby."
Mary's eyes filled with lust at hearing the words. "Yes," she
murmured. "Oh, yes ... I want to, honey."
It was ten minutes later that Pete pulled their car into the driveway
between the Alexanders' place and Rose's. He shut the car lights off
immediately and told Mary to not make any more noise than necessary. He
didn't want Rose to know who it was, or even that they were there at all.
He led Mary to the front door and they went up onto the porch together.
He tapped on the door lightly but Rose didn't come to let him in. He
tried to knob and found it would turn.
"Come inside," he whispered to Mary. "She's probably gone to bed
early." There were no lights on in the place.
"Maybe we shouldn't barge right in like this, Pete. It makes me feel
kind of funny," Mary whispered.
"Rose won't mind. I think she'll be glad to see us. In fact, I'm
sure she will."
They made their way across the room cautiously, Pete leading the way
and holding Mary's arm firmly to guide her.
He groped about with his other hand outstretched and found the door
leading to Rose's bedroom. He waited a long moment before trying to push
the door open. When he did so, he smelled the odor first. The dog, he
knew, was in the room. The odor of dog was strong. Feeling Mary
stiffening and trembling, he squeezed her hand hard to reassure her and
listened. The dog's sex noises were much in evidence and there was no
doubt of what was happening in the room.
Rose was getting fucked by the Great Dane.
Chapter 9
Mary sobbed softly and pulled at his arm vigorously. He didn't
resist her efforts to move him away from the door, but he didn't
understand them, either. She had wanted to witness the scene and now that
they were there and it was taking place, Pete wanted her to get her kicks
from it. However, she was pulling on his arm so fiercely that he had no
choice. They were at the front door and out onto the porch before he
quite realized it. Mary reached around him and pulled the door shut.
"Oh, Pete!" she sobbed. "I couldn't stand it. It was too much,
honey. Too much."
He patted her head. "Okay, we'll cut out if you like. It was ...
well, I started to say it was damned exciting, but I guess you don't think
so. I ..."
"No, no," she said quickly. "I thought it was terribly exciting. My
goodness, I never experienced anything as exciting as that. I just
couldn't stand it. I thought I'd faint if I stayed there another second."
"Come on," he said, taking her by the arm. "We'll get back in the
car and go home."
They walked to the car and climbed in, and Pete started the motor,
turned on the lights and began to back out to the street. When he passed
the side of the front porch, he saw the front room light had been turned
on and Rose was watching them from the doorway. She was wearing the top
part of a pair of pajamas. When Pete leaned out the window to look at her
--- with curiosity running through him as it always did when he was around
this strange woman --- she waved and called for him to stop. He looked
quickly at Mary, who seemed stunned.
"Rose has seen us, Mary," he said. "She wants us to stop. Want to?"
Mary's lips barely moved. "I don't care, if you want to, honey."
Pete cut the motor and turned out the headlights. "Come on, Mary.
"We'll go inside and see what happens. Okay?"
Mary was actually shaking as he touched her hand to guide her out of
the car in the dark. "I'm so damned ... excited, honey," she said, her
words tumbling out in a jerky manner. "Hope I don't make ... a fool of
myself."
"Don't worry. You'll get over the shaking. Let's go up on the
porch."
They stepped onto the porch, and Pete saw that Rose had disappeared
from the doorway. She reappeared almost immediately and was wearing the
bottom part of her pajamas now, he noted, the dim light in the room being
just barely sufficient to see anything at all. Pete grinned at her and
Mary murmured a hello, and they were suddenly inside the room. Rose
locked the outer door, Pete observed, but didn't close the main door ---
it was a bit warm for this and evidently Rose didn't have air conditioning
or at least didn't have it turned on.
"Hello, you two," Rose said, her voice steady but thick-sounding.
"How are you, Mary?"
"Fine, Rose. How are you?" Mary asked.
Rose laughed coarsely. "I'm fine. Just fine now, by God!"
Pete glanced swiftly at Mary, but his wife's face was almost
expressionless. "We came to see you, Rose. We knew you were upset about,
er ... Man. Thought we might help you find him."
"He came back right away like a good boy," Rose said thickly. "I
just this minute put him out in the pen." She paused. "How long you been
waiting to get in? I didn't hear you knock."
Pete felt like saying, "Then how do you know we knocked?" but he
didn't. "We haven't been here long," he said lamely.
Rose took Mary by the hand and peered into her face closely. "You
look pale. Lemme get you drinks of brandy, will ya?" Rose sounded odd.
"Would you, please?" Mary said softly, her voice breaking. She sank
down on a chair, causing Pete to glance sharply at her again, but she
seemed all right. The brandy would restore her nerves.
Rose, spilling some of it awkwardly, gave brandy to both of them and
had some herself, all the while glancing from Pete to Mary and back again.
Finally she spoke, "I s'pose, Mary, Pete told you what I said over the
phone?" Her speech seemed to be getting thick.
"Yes," Mary said. "I'm glad your dog came back."
Rose averted her eyes from them both for ever so slight a moment.
Then she stared straight at Mary. "I asked Pete if he'd bring you here so
I could ... go down on you, Mary," she said crudely.
"Oh ... I see ... well ..." Mary stopped speaking and bit her lips.
"Am I embarrassin' you? If so, I'm sorry, honey."
Pete was surprised. This woman was apologizing for causing
embarrassment to someone else? When he had seen her on those first two
occasions, she had appeared to be the one embarrassed by practically
everything that happened.
"I'm not embarrassed," Mary said firmly. "I'm not a child."
"Oh, shit," Rose said vulgarly, her voice sounding strained. "Now
I'm makin' you mad at me. Can't seem to do anything right, can I?"
"You do okay," Mary said. "I can understand your wanting sex in odd
ways, or what other people would consider to be odd ways. I have my
moments, too."
Pete cleared his throat. "Rose," he said evenly, "Mary knows the
score. There's no need for any of us to beat around the bush. Reason we
wanted to help you find Man was so that we could watch you ... having
intercourse with ..."
"Having intercourse, my ass," Rose broke in savagely. "You mean you
want to see a woman getting dog-fucked, don't you?" She staggered and
would have fallen if Pete hadn't caught her quickly. He, even though he
had been drinking, could smell the strong odor of liquor on her breath and
a quick study of her eyes, despite the poor lighting, told him that she
was high, very high. Her bolder behavior and especially her frank remark
to Mary was in keeping with this, of course, and when she pulled her arm
free of his grasp, she uttered a short expletive that was totally unlike
her.
"Would you like us to leave, Rose?" Mary asked suddenly. "We don't
want to bother you, upset you, or anything like that."
Rose sank down onto the sofa and passed her hands in front of her
eyes. "I've just had too much to drink, I suppose. I'm not much of a
drinker. Fact is, I'm drunk."
She sat up straighter on the sofa, bit her lips, squinted her eyes
oddly and stared at Mary's legs. "You have nice legs, Mary. I'd love to
see him between them, prodding you with his prick."
"You mean my husband?" Mary asked as Pete heard her sucking in her
breath sharply.
Rose ginned. "I mean my big lover-dog, baby. I do not mean your
husband, though he's a good fuck, too."
Rose threw back her head and began to laugh boisterously. "Ho boy,
would I like to see that!" she cried at length. "I'd just love to see the
Great Dane part those pretty legs of yours, Mary, and ram in the old
prong. I'll tell you something, honey. Once he's got it buried in your
cunt, you'd realize you were getting made. Boy oh boy, would you realize
it. It would drive you right out of your skull, it feels so good.
There's nothing like having wild sex once in a while. Dog sex, I mean.
Dog sex is the wildest sex I can think of ..."
Her voice trailed off and her head dropped down onto one shoulder
momentarily. She jerked her head up straight then just as Pete was about
to speak sharply to her. "Ho boy," she muttered. "Guess your wife, Pete,
wouldn't be interested in Man. Guess your wife thinks I'm crazy, eh?"
Pete and Mary exchanged glances again. "I don't think any such
thing, Rose," Mary said hastily. "I suppose all of us have had a bit too
much to drink."
"I ain't drunk, goddamn it!" Rose cried passionately. "I'm just a
hot bitch who likes to be dog-fucked. You would, too, if you had the
courage, goddamn you!" She spat on the floor savagely. "Goddamn fuckin'
people, ain't none of you got the guts to throw up."
Mary and Pete were on their feet and heading towards the front door
before Rose had stopped sputtering. "Good-bye, Rose," Pete said.
"Fuck you, you lousy son of a bitch!" Rose yelled at him.
Pete shrugged and, taking Mary's arm, steered her to the car. They
climbed in and he drove home, neither of them saying a word about Rose's
outrageous behavior. There appeared to be nothing to say. They entered
the house, had a few drinks together and finally went to bed without
mentioning the scene.
* * *
Pete slept fitfully and had a sexually wild dream that left him wet
with sweat when he awakened during the night. He sat up, gave his head a
shake and stretched out his hand to touch Mary, but she was not in bed.
He turned on the bedlamp and saw the door of the bathroom standing ajar,
but there was no light on in the room.
"Mary," he called. "Are you in the bathroom?"
Then he heard her flushing the toilet and lay down flat on the bed.
She came out of the bathroom and looked at him and smiled slightly.
"I had a hell of a dream," he told her. "But I seem to have
forgotten what it was about."
Her lips parted more. "You, too? Boy, did I have an awful dream.
There was this horrible-looking beast trying to overpower me and rape me.
Each time he'd get me down he'd slip off, scoot away and fall down. He
appeared to be wearing roller skates."
Pete laughed in relief. "That's crazy stuff. What else happened?"
Mary giggled. "Well, each time the beast would come at me, he would
first of all glance down at his hard-on and frown. Then he would stick
his dingus into a pencil sharpener and turn the crank."
Pete laughed again. "To make it more pointed?"
"I guess so. Talk about a nutty dream." Mary climbed in bed on her
side and reached over to feel his prick. It was soft but quickly became
hard. "Hey, my man's got a hard-on."
Pete winced. "Do me a favor and don't call me your man."
"Oh ... I get you. Rose calls the dog that. Brother, what a wild,
sex-crazed broad. Never saw anyone like her before."
"And you probably never will again," he replied. "She's a weirdo if
I ever saw one."
"But you know something, honey? She's a weirdo, all right, but
somehow or other she comes off interesting."
Comes off interesting, eh? Boy, what a thing to say," he replied,
laughing.
"I didn't mean it that way," Mary said, grinning. "I mean she seems
to be interesting."
"Yeah. I know what you mean and I have to admit she is interesting.
That's because she's so damned unusual. That woman has been screwing dogs
for years. Craziest thing I ever heard of."
"She kind of gets to you, doesn't she?"
"In some nutty manner, she does," he replied.
"Tell me the truth, honey. Does she make you very hot when you think
about her and what she does?"
"Sometimes, not all the time. Sometimes, when I think of what she
does, it turns me off like mad. I have a feeling of ... something or
other about her then. I'm not sure of what it is yet."
Mary giggled as she played with his dick. "She makes me hot, even.
That dream made me hot, too. Guess I'll help myself to some of your
sauce, honey."
Pete smiled tensely, his cock quivering now. "Please," he said, "be
my guest."
Mary cried out something that was unintelligible to him and lowered
her head to his stiffened prick. He closed his eyes when he saw her do
this, and suddenly felt the slight, light but wet tugging of her lips and
tongue on his rod. She held his hard-on at the base between her
forefinger and thumb and every now and then she would give it a pumping
motion that nearly caused him to erupt, but each time she would cease the
action before he could ejaculate.
"God," he muttered, "you make me hot, honey. Suck faster, can't you,
please?"
Her head began to bob up and down maddeningly over his prick and now
she was jacking him with her hand as her mouth enveloped his twitching
tool.
"I'm going to blow, baby!" he cried out suddenly. "Get ready! Here
she comes! Oh, Jesus!"
Mary's head continued to bob up and down as she sucked out of his
prick every drop of fuck juice he had. Even when his cock had ceased to
squirt into her warm, wet mouth, she moved up and down on it as though
trying desperately to make him explode again.
He stiffened his entire body without realizing it and did exactly as
Mary apparently intended him to do.
His dick exploded in her mouth for the second time.
Chapter 10
When Mark and Cindy returned to the city, Cindy called Pete
immediately and asked him and Mary over to dinner. Pete laughed and told
her they had already eaten, but both he and Mary would like to see them
and asked if they might come later. Cindy told him they could indeed, and
Pete hung up and went to look for Mary. He could not find her anywhere,
not even in the back yard. The car was not gone, so he suspected she had
gone to visit one of the neighbors, a thing she rarely did, most of their
neighbors being of a different bent than Mary.
He went back into the house and went to the bathroom and showered.
When he had toweled his powerful body dry, he dressed and returned to the
front room. Mary lay on the sofa, a drink in her hands. "Hey," he said.
"Where were you? I looked all over for you. Mark and Cindy called. I
mean she did, and invited us over. I've showered. Are you ready to go?
I mean, can you get ready quickly?"
Mary straightened up and looked askance at him. "I'm not sure I want
to, honey. Oh, I don't mean not want to see Mark and Cindy. I mean I'm
not sure I want to go next door to Rose after the way she screamed at us
and called you names and ... well, you know."
He shrugged. "Hell, we can't let her separate us from our friends."
Mary nodded thoughtfully and finished her drink. "All right. I
guess you're right, honey. I'll take a shower and get ready. Won't take
me long. Half an hour."
It required an hour and forty minutes before she was set to go, but
when she entered the room and turned around lightly on one foot to let him
see her, he drew in his breath sharply and wished they were not going
anywhere. Mary looked lovely. That was the word for it. Lovely. White
blouse, short black skirt, black pantyhose and shoes of the same color.
Pete looked her up and down, noting her legs especially.
"Beautiful pair of legs, baby," he said. "Do I know you?" he added,
grinning.
She smiled at his remark. "You have fucked me often, sir. Surely
you remember the poor little street urchin you found stumbling through
that winter storm, alone and freezing to death. You must recall, sir, how
you took her into your home, warmed and fed her, bathed her and then
fucked her all night long. How can you have forgotten?" She pretended to
weep at the very thought.
Pete howled with laughter. "Hey," he said at length, wiping his
eyes, "maybe we should stay home and have a ball all by ourselves."
She dropped her eyes demurely in a continuing playful manner. "I'm
terribly sorry, sir. My grandmother says I cannot fuck you any more, even
though you have been very kind to me."
"Wait a minute," he cried, choking. "How the hell did you suddenly
develop a grandmother? You were alone in the world just a moment ago."
"Grandmothers are born, too, sir. Mine happened to grow up very
quickly."
Pete had to wipe his eyes again. "Will you please ask your
grandmother if I may have one more fuck before you leave me to go out into
the cruel, cruel world?"
"My dear sir, I haven't said I was going out into the cruel, cruel
world."
"Oh, aren't you?" he cried, his shoulders shaking.
She rolled her eyes. "My dear kind sir, I have an excellent
position. I'm off to join the circus. Didn't you know that?"
"And what do you do in the circus, my dear little girl? What will
your position be?"
"Flat on my back, baby. I'll be working."
Pete stood up and, shaking his head as he laughed, walked to the
liquor cabinet and poured two drinks. He gave her one. "Here's to fun,"
he said.
"Fun and fucking!" she cried. "If there be fun, let there be
fucking. If there be no fun, let there still be fucking."
I Pete nearly choked on his drink. "You nut," he said. "You're
positively a nut and I love you."
Mary finished off her drink. "Tell me something, Pete," she said,
her tone sober now. "Are you glad that Cindy's back home?"
He knew he had to field that one cleanly. "Yes, of course. Not all
worked up about it, if that's what you mean, but glad? Yes. I'll also be
glad to see Mark."
She sighed. "You said it perfectly. You know ..." she lifted her
empty glass and squinted at it theatrically." I have a beautiful husband.
He's just something else, this guy." She eyed him playfully. "You ever
meet my husband, baby?"
"Yes," he replied, going along with her gag.
"Where?"
Pete rubbed his nose. "One time when I was shaving, my reflection
disappeared as if by magic and your husband's face appeared. Oddly
though, he was shaving, too, only at the precise moment of which, madame,
I am speaking, he was shaving the opposite side of his face. Opposite
side from my own. Does that answer your question clearly, my dear girl,
and if it does, I'm sorry, for alas and alack, this is supposed to be
Confusion Evening."
"We'd better go and see them before we get too far out and decide
we're already here, honey," Mary said, grinning and putting her glass
down. "Come on, let's go."
"Okay," he replied. "I'm glad you got over your ... feeling about
not wanting to be next door to Rose."
She shivered a little. "Oh, that," she said, and said no more.
They arrived at the Alexanders' a few minutes later and climbed out
of the car. Both of them appeared to be deliberate in not glancing
towards Rose's house as they climbed out of the car and walked to the
front door. The door opened immediately and Mark, his brown hair askew,
his equally brown eyes bright, let them in. He and Pete shook hands,
grinning at one another as they did so while Mary kissed Mark on the lips
lightly and asked where Cindy was.
Mark closed the door behind them. "She went next door to invite Rose
over," he said. "What'll you have to drink, people?"
Pete did the answering because he saw the look on Mary's face. She
seemed to have frozen; her face was set, her eyes fixed. He wondered what
it was that was really bugging Mary. Did she fear that she, too, might
one day indulge in what Rose did?
Pete shook his head slightly as if telling himself to stop
speculating about Mary. The probability was that she was still hurt and
angry because of the nasty remarks Rose had made to Pete.
"Bourbon will be fine, Mark, if you have it," Pete told his host.
All three had drinks now and were seated on the sofa, Mary in the
middle. Her set look had disappeared, and she seemed relaxed now.
"I suppose," Mark said slowly, "that you two are curious as to what
took us out of town."
"No, Mark," Pete said. "Not particularly. You said it had something
to do with your family, I believe. Mary and I realized it was a personal
thing, so we didn't ask questions."
Mark smiled. "Thanks, Pete. Damned nice of you, too."
Mary reached over and tugged at Mark's leg. "Mark," she said, "I
hear Cindy and Rose coming in the back door. Why don't you take me to the
bedroom and give me a good reaming? Pete won't mind. He knows how much
I've missed that long cock of yours."
Mark seemed surprised. He flashed a quick look at Pete, but Pete
merely grinned and waved his hand. Mark took Mary's hand, pulled her to
her feet and together they disappeared through a doorway, the door
shutting behind them just a second before Cindy and Rose appeared from the
kitchen.
"Well," Cindy cried, "look who's here! My favorite bed partner,
outside of my husband, of course." She winked at Pete, came to him
quickly as he stood up, and kissed his mouth wetly. "Hello, hot pants,"
she whispered intimately. "How'd you like a nice, wet cunt to stab?"
Pete kissed her and grinned. "Love it." He glanced across the room.
"Hello, Rose," he said, his tone even.
"Hello, Pete." Rose looked good, being dressed much better than
usual. Her short skirt and dark blouse were becoming to her. "I didn't
know you were here. Where's Mary?"
Pete winked at Cindy. "She and Mark had something they wanted to
talk over."
Cindy stood on her tiptoes and kissed Pete again. "Hey!" she cried.
"I'm so glad to see you, baby. You look great tonight."
"And so do you, my dear girl," he replied gallantly. "You look
positively ravishing."
Cindy shook her head, her long blonde hair flopping about her pretty
face entrancingly, her titties jouncing, also, and she turned about
quickly. "Rose," she said, "I'm terribly sorry, but will you excuse Pete
and me for a while? We, too, have something to talk over."
Rose actually smiled. "That's all right, you two. I'll go home and
return later, if you don't mind." Rose's smile became broader. "Have
fun, you lucky people." She turned and left the room.
Cindy blinked her eyes at Pete. "Gee, baby, I hated to do that to
her, but I'm dying to feel that long, hard prick of yours in my cunt.
Would you mind if I laid you?"
Pete smiled. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'd be delighted, on
one condition."
"And what would that be?"
"That you permit me to say you are simply lovely tonight."
"You may say so," she said laughingly.
"Very well then. You are lovely tonight and I should be pleased to
fuck you in any and all holes."
"Oh, come on, you nut. Hurry up!" she squealed. "I'm dying to get
undressed with you, baby. I want to see that long dick get hard."
"Sorry," he said, grinning. "It's already hard. You're out of
luck."
Cindy dropped to her knees immediately and unzipped his pants. "I
gotta kiss my dick, baby. I've missed it so these past few days."
She snaked her hand into his pants, pulled forth his stiffened cock
and kissed the end of it passionately. "I love this thing of yours, baby.
It really turns me on."
She undid her blouse and slipped it down over her shoulders,
revealing her titties to him. Then she pressed her tits against his legs
as she began to suck his prick.
"Hey," he said as he happened to see the face pressed against the
windowpanes "we have to go to a bedroom, baby. Your friend Rose is
looking at us through the window."
Cindy stopped for a brief moment. "Sure, I know she is. Let her
watch. Who cares?" Cindy resumed her passionate cock sucking, her tongue
lovingly and excitingly licking the prickhead as her mouth enveloped it
delightfully, even maddeningly. "Blow off in me, baby," she begged.
"Blow off in my mouth like crazy. I need your cock juice."
When she started to pull down his pants, he grabbed her arm and
pushed her away, picking her up and carrying her to a bedroom. He dropped
her down on the bed without turning on a light, reached under her skirt
and yanked off her panties, and then, with a cry half strangled in his
throat, he threw himself on top of her, ramming his cock into her warm,
wet cunt all the way to the hilt.
"Oh, baby! Fuck me good!" she begged her crotch working against his
frantically. "Drain it all into my cunt, baby, all you got, all of it!"
He pumped his cock in her horny snatch at a rapid rate of speed,
there being no need for technique or build-up --- she was already as hot
as she would ever be --- and when she wrapped her legs about his and
clamped onto him in a viselike manner, he increased his fuck-rate.
Cindy bit his ear, his cheek, his shoulders. "My God," she moaned,
"I'm going nuts, this is so good!"
"Jack me off with your cunt, baby," he rasped. "Give me a jack job
with your slit like you never have before."
She dug her fingers into his butt while he, in turn, grabbed her in
the same place and together they held their bodies in position, hers to be
roughly battered, his to do a better, more thorough job of fucking.
Finally, the peak was hit and as she screamed and bit him
passionately almost at the same time, he felt the peak being reached,
shuddered and released his hot, squirting spray of thick, gray goop deeply
into her twitching and inflamed cunt.
He lay on top of her for a long time, his cock flowing freely and
filling her hole with jizz.
She was silent for a time; then she spoke very softly. "You're an
awfully good piece of ass, mister. Do you know that?"
He raised himself above her at arm's length and tried to see her
face, but the light from the next room was all there was, and it was not
sufficient to see her plainly. "Thank you," he said. "I'd like to return
the compliment. You're a darned good lay, baby."
She giggled. "We get along well, don't we, baby?"
"Yes," he said, and sighing, lowered himself to her body, lying flat
on her and not holding up his weight at all.
"Boy, you're squashing me. You're a heavy guy for poor little me to
hold up."
He laughed and lifted himself a little. "That better, Cindy?"
"Yes, but don't go any higher up than this. I don't want you to
break contact with me."
His cock was still very hard and still buried within her twat.
"Feels good, doesn't it, doll?"
"Yes," she said, sighing. "I wish I could have your cock stuck in me
all day long sometime."
"Maybe we can arrange that, Cindy. How would tomorrow be?"
She giggled again. "Guess I'd better save tomorrow for my husband.
He needs me a little bit sometimes, you know."
A few minutes later, Pete pulled his cock out of Cindy's cunt and sat
up on the bed. They both talked quietly for a few moments. They could
hear Mary and Mark talking in the living room.
"Let's join them, Cindy. All of us should have a few drinks
together, don't you think?"
She looked up at him and giggled. "Okay, you go in the front room.
I'll be with you in a few moments."
All four of them were sitting and having drinks in the front room,
pinching and tickling one another and laughing as if they were happy
children with no troubles. This was the first opportunity for all four of
them to be together in one room and naked at the same time, and they took
advantage of it gleefully. Cindy began the preliminaries by leaning over
and playing with Pete's stinger for a brief moment. Cindy had the lust
look in her eyes, there was no mistaking it.
"Ho, look at them go!" Mark cried to Mary. "Doesn't that make you
hot, honey?"
Mary's answer was to lean over just as Cindy had and to take Mark's
cock in her hand and squeeze it ever so lightly. She straightened up,
sighed and said, "Ah, how I love to play with your cock, Mark."
Cindy giggled and kissed Pete on the tummy, running her tongue over
Pete's flesh in an exciting manner. Pete glanced down at himself and saw
his prick was becoming harder. He grinned somewhat sheepishly and glanced
quickly at the others, who were eyeing his dick.
Mary clapped her hands and giggled. "Oh, good. Why don't you two go
down on each other while Mark and I get our kicks from watching?"
Mary's remark seemed to appeal to Cindy, for she smiled and reached
over once again, began to play with Pete's rapidly growing prick. Almost
immediately, Pete's cock became much harder.
"Come on, baby," Cindy said. "On the floor. You and I, we're gonna
suck each other off and give Mary and Mark a good show."
'Give them a show!" Pete cried. "How about them going down on each
other, too?"
"We will, honey," Mary said. "But let Mark and I watch you and Cindy
go down on each other first. I think it would be a thrilling thing to
see."
Pete stared at her, realizing that this was actually the first time
they had ever brought their swapping out into the open in front of each
other and wanting Mary's full approval. "Really? Do you want to really
see that, darling?"
"Yes, Pete. Get down on the carpet with Cindy. Just look at that
hot, juicy cunt of hers waiting for your lips to kiss it, for your mouth
and tongue to give it pleasure. Come on, honey. Give us a show, please.
"
Pete shot a glance at Cindy and saw that her lips were parted, her
eyes as filled with lust as everyone else's, probably including his own if
he only knew. "How about you, Cindy? You want to do it?"
Cindy giggled nervously. "Oh, yes, Pete. Let's both of us get busy
and suck each other out of our minds. We'll give them a show they'll
never forget! "
Then Cindy got down on the carpet, lying on her back, her thighs
spread wide to reveal her pink, wet-looking slit. Pete licked his lips,
glanced at the other two who watched them with lustful anticipation,
dropped on top of Cindy in reverse position and mashed his mouth over her
mushy cunt. He felt Cindy suck in his stiffened tool and begin bobbing
her head eagerly up and down on his thick shaft.
Together the two of them lapped and sucked each other to a blissful,
mutually satisfying finish.
Chapter 11
Pete and Cindy lay on the floor, their faces still pressed into each
other's crotches as they struggled to get their breaths back.
Finally, they pulled away from each other and sat up on the carpet.
Pete glanced at the window first, and just as he might have suspected had
he not been so caught up in the passion of the exhibitionistic act, Rose's
face was pressed against the pane. She had witnessed the whole affair.
Pete grinned and waved to her, whereupon the other three in the room
glanced at the window. The girls motioned for Rose to come in, and a few
moments later she did. She wasn't alone. She had the young boy with her,
which startled Pete. He relaxed, however, as he recalled that the boy was
somewhat simple-minded and would pose no problem for anyone more than
likely.
Rose and the boy, he at her direction, undressed and sat on the floor
along with Pete and Mark. Now it was Mary and Mark's turn to put on a
show, but even though it was his chance to indulge in a stimulating sixty-
nine in front of the others, Mark had something else in mind.
"I want to see Mary and Cindy go down on each other. I've never seen
two females do that before."
Cindy giggled and asked Mary, "Do you want to try it, baby?"
Mary's answer was to lean over and take Cindy's titty in her mouth.
Pete scarcely heard the suggestion, he was so busy looking at Rose's
mammoth boobs and wondering why such a beautiful woman resorted to dogs
for kicks. When he had concluded this thought, he grinned slightly to
himself and mentally shrugged. If Rose liked dogs, that was her business
and he had no right to question her. The moment you questioned someone
concerning their deepest urges and desires, that was the moment you turned
into a jerk. There were too many jerks about, far too many of them.
Pete wrapped his arms about his knees as he sat up-his prick now soft
but wet-and watched as
Cindy threw herself on top of Mary and buried her face between Mary's
legs. Mary grunted and, from where Pete sat, the view of her tongue
dipping into Cindy's cunt was exciting. Pete shot his glance about the
room and saw the wild lust that was in everyone's eyes, especially Rose's.
Rose reached between the boy's legs without even looking at him and began
to play with his prick. Pete saw the boy's cock growing rapidly, and this
caused his own prick to do the same thing, even though he had just blown.
After watching the girls go down on each other for a few minutes,
Mark leaned over and spoke softly. "Man, this is the wildest ever. Just
look at those girls lapping one another! I never saw anything so hot-
looking."
"Maybe females are more inclined toward bisexual stuff," Pete
replied, his cock twitching visibly as he watched Mary and Cindy
shuddering heatedly into a simultaneous climax.
Mark nodded. "Could be."
Pete touched Mark's arm. "Take a look at Rose," he said softly.
"See what she's up to with the kid."
Mark turned about and glanced at Rose and the boy just as Pete was
doing. Rose was lying flat on her back with the boy above her, sort of
sitting on her chest, his hard-on held between her tits by Rose. The boy
was fucking her in the mouth.
"Good grief," Mark said softly. "This is too hot for me. I'm going
to put my pants on and go outside for air. Want to come along?"
"Won't the others be annoyed if we leave?"
Mark grinned. "As hot as they are? Hell no. They won't even miss
us. Put your pants on and let's step out of doors."
Pete put on his trousers, shirt and his shoes. When Mark saw him
dressed this way, he followed suit and the two men stepped out into the
front yard. The first thing Pete heard was the sound of the Great Dane
barking at the rear of the place.
"Something wrong with your dog, Mark?" he asked the other man.
Mark laughed. "Man probably knows that Rose is in the house. He may
even know she's fooling around with the boy. Man gets jealous of Rose,
you know."
"The hell you say?"
"It's the truth. Craziest thing you ever saw." Mark touched Pete's
arm. "Come out back with me and we'll take a look. Could be something
else is bothering him."
They walked up the dark driveway to the back of the house and for a
moment Mark appeared to leave Pete, though Pete was not sure of this until
he spoke Mark's name and received no answer. Before he could say it
again, a light came on and Pete saw the big dog in the enclosure. Pete
stared at the dog's dick and saw it was hard and long and that the tip of
it was dragging on the ground. Bits and pieces of mown grass were
clinging to it. He was tempted to laugh but didn't as he saw Mark
approaching the dog carefully, speaking softly to him and trying to calm
the animal down. Evidently, the bits of grass on the tip of the dog's
tool were driving him frantic. Mark had some difficulty getting the dog
to let him remove the grass, but finally he got it done, and boldly picked
the large animal up in his arms and carried him into a shed. Pete could
not see inside the place, but a moment after Mark reappeared and shut the
door of the shed and laughed as he saw Pete looking at him from outside
the fence.
"Poor dog," Mark said. "That grass was killing him and, as fast as
he would lick it off, I suppose, it would collect again. That's the
trouble with having a hard-on and no broad to use it on. Not much you can
do about it except jack yourself off."
Pete grinned. "Well, we sure as hell don't have to worry about blue
balls any more. I think swapping's the best thing we've ever done!"
Mark glanced about quickly. "Cool it," he said. "I mean, don't
speak so loudly. Some of my neighbors are stinkeroos."
Pete laughed. "Afraid of them, Mark? I'm surprised at you." He was
sorry he said it a second after the words had left his mouth.
"No, I'm not afraid of them, Pete," Mark replied evenly.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I retract that dumb statement. My apologies."
Mark switched off the lights and a moment later Pete felt him
touching his arm. "I like you, Pete," Mark said. "You don't have to
retract anything you say to me. I understand you well, man. You and I
are pretty much the same. Our wives are similar, too. All four of us get
along the way people everywhere ought to but can't. Do you know why
people can't get along, Pete?"
"Lots of reasons."
"Biggest one is sexual hangups, Pete. That's my opinion. Our
teachers have been telling us for many centuries that sex is dirty and
evil and original six and all that idiotic nonsense. These concepts are
burned into our very bones. All of us, except for some who are coming out
of this ancient madness, still believe that there is truth in that awful
rot --- that sex is evil."
They walked back towards the front door. "I agree with you, Mark.
After the first time we swapped, I felt a bit of guilt for a few minutes.
Is this what you're talking about?"
"Yes. Those monsters from ancient times were so frightened of being
normal and wholesome that they had to invent something to fit in with
their horror so they come with the concept that sex is a bad thing. It's
so damned absurd. How did those fools think we were to arrive here on
earth? Did they think we ought to be born out of some sort of spiritual
wedlock, instead of physical sex?"
"It would seem that this was preferable to them."
"If you and I want to share our wives with each others what's wrong
with it?"
"Nothing, so long as you don't try to force someone else to share
your views."
"Ah, that's where we run into trouble. The moment you start to talk
about something controversial, that is the moment you deliberately or
inadvertently begin to force someone to share your views."
"Do you really believe that?" Pete asked.
"Yes."
"Then the only thing to do is keep your mouth shut, right?"
"I think so. Too many people are talking too much and too loudly
about too many things."
"More people should keep quiet, oh?" Pete said.
"Yes, at least, we might try it. We've tried communicating with one
another and it's failed. All we hear about nowadays is that communication
has broken down. It hasn't broken down. Not really. It's just that too
many people are talking too much and no one knows to whom he should
listen." Mark stopped, cleared his throat. "Hey, why the hell are we
talking? Let's shut up."
They entered the house and both of them stopped in their tracks when
they saw that the boy was on top of Mary fucking her. Mary lay flat on
her back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her legs spread wide. The boy
was pumping his prick into her cunt at a terrific rate of speed.
He shuddered, humped even faster, Mary cried out with passion, and
the boy apparently blew off in her cunt, judging by the way Mary reacted.
She moaned, threw her legs about the boy and loudly begged him to go off
again, but the kid pulled his prick out hastily and ran from the room. He
had seen Pete staring at him and evidently was frightened. Rose followed
the boy from the room quickly while Cindy and Mark went into the bedroom
and closed the door. Pete helped Mary to her feet and to the sofa where
she sat down and passed her hands over her eyes. She looked at her
husband. "Boy, honey, that kid is good. He's got a real dinged that
kid."
Pete grinned. "I know. I watched Cindy suck him off, baby."
"Funny," she said, "I'm so darned hot tonight. What do you suppose
is going on with me?"
He was puzzled. "What?" he asked. "Say that again."
She threw up her arms. "Never mind, honey. I'm so up in the air I
can't even speak coherently."
"You wanted to know what I supposed is going on inside you, isn't
that correct?"
"I guess so. I've had sex all over the place so far tonight, but I
can't get any real gratification. I'm wondering if I'm not sick perhaps."
"Nuts," he said roughly. "Forget about that sort of talk. Nothing
sick about you. You're just ... hot. Hot and honest. The sick people
are the ones who refuse to allow themselves to indulge when they get hot.
They're dishonest and very ill because they delude themselves that they
are doing something wholesome and noble."
She looked at him with one eye partly closed. "Hey," she said. "Are
you making a speech?" She grinned.
Pete smiled at her. "Sounds like it, doesn't it, darling? Mark and
I were talking very seriously about something or other and it carried me
off for a while."
"What carried you off, honey?" Mary asked, frowning. "What do you
mean?"
"Nothing much. I mean I got a bit worked up and that's why I sounded
the way I did ... as if I were making a speech."
"Honey," she said, her eyes pleading. "Maybe you'd better take me
home. I have a feeling I'm going to ... do something ... awful." She
pressed her sides.
"Do you feel sick? I mean, sick to your stomach?" he asked.
"No, not really. I feel strange. I want to go home. Won't take a
minute to put on my clothing."
"I'll tell Mark and Cindy," he said, and went to their bedroom door.
The door was standing slightly ajar, however, and he heard them fucking on
the bed. He turned about and walked quietly across the room to the front
door and waited for Mary, who came to the front of the room a few minutes
later fully clothed.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Did you tell Mark and Cindy we were going home?"
He shook his head. "They were busy. I thought it wise not to
interrupt them."
"You mean they were fucking?" Mary's eyes were big like a twelve-
year-old's might be upon uttering such a word.
Pete grinned. "Yes, baby. Mark and Cindy were fucking. He was on
top fucking her and she was on the bottom."
Mary laughed gaily. "Stop it, you nut! You're making fun of me now.
Take me home and get on top of me and then poke fun at me, honey."
They arrived home ten minutes later and entered the house to discover
they had gone away and left most of the lights on.
"Hey," Pete said, "hearing from Mark and Cindy must have made us
forgetful."
"I guess we both wanted to get laid by our swap partners pretty bad,
honey."
Pete rubbed his nose. "I forgot. Did we?"
Mary laughed and went to the bathroom. Before she closed the door
she looked back at him and said, "That's the funny part. I don't think we
did. Not in the usual way, that is."
"Hurry," he told her. "Don't stay in there all night."
"I'm just going to brush my teeth, honey," she told him.
He grinned. "Maybe I'd better brush mine, too, after lapping Cindy's
cunt."
"Gee, honey, when you talk hot like that, it just about drives me
crazy!" she cried.
"I've changed my mind," he said, teasing her a little. "I think I'll
keep her taste in my mouth and then when you kiss me later, you can
imagine that both a man and a woman are in bed with you. How'll that be?"
She closed the door, but before she did, she said the words
smilingly, "You nut."
Pete removed his jacket and shirt, got his slippers from a closet,
brought a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet to the coffee table
that stood in front of the sofa and set it down. He then had to go back
and get two glasses.
He waited for Mary to return, but when she didn't immediately, he had
a drink by himself. It burned all the way to his stomach, but he liked
the feeling.
He glanced down at himself and smiled. For no apparent reason he had
gotten a hard-on.
Five minutes later she came into the room, dressed in different
clothing than she had worn to the Alexanders'. She wore a low-cut blouse
that revealed her titties every time she bent over a little, a very short
skirt and regular stockings, which made her appear very sexy-looking.
Pantyhose were not generally sexy-looking and Pete, as with many men,
disliked them ordinarily. She sank down beside him and, seeing his hard-
on reached over and touched it through the cloth of his pants.
"Your screwdriver is in tiptop condition, m'lord," she remarked
flippantly.
"Ah, yes," he said, doing a not very good imitation of W.C. Fields,
"so it is, my lovely one, so it is."
Mary giggled. "You sound funny when you do that, honey."
"So does everyone else," he told her.
"I'm still hot, honey. What'll we do for kicks?"
"I'm open for suggestions, my dear, he intoned.
She was silent for a time. Then, "I do have a suggestion, honey, but
I'm afraid to tell you what it is."
He poured her a drink and another for himself. "What does that mean,
Mary?" he asked, although the hammering of his heart told him he might
have guessed it.
"Oh, never mind, honey. It's too wild, too crazy."
He handed her glass to her. "Drink this," he said. "You need a
drink."
"All right, Pete." She drank a portion of the straight whiskey and
blinked a couple of times, but otherwise handled it very well. "Wow," she
said, and that was all she said.
"Good," he said approvingly. "You should learn to drink without ice
and pop and junk in your liquor. What I mean to say is, I'm glad you've
learned to do it."
"Not really. I was just lucky that time. Next time I try it, I'll
probably choke to death."
"No, you won't Mary. Not if you're careful. Whiskey is much more
enjoyable when you drink it without all the crap, the mix and ice and ..."
She giggled. "You said that once, honey."
"Did I? I must be getting high in a hurry."
They were silent for a time. Then she spoke, "Aren't you even
curious about what my suggestion was going to be, honey?"
"Sure. I figure you'll tell me about it when you're ready."
She finished off her drink, took a deep breath and placed her hand on
his hard-on. "Do you suppose you could borrow that Great Dane and bring
him here, honey?"
"I could steal him for a time, I suppose."
"Would you mind if I let the dog fuck me, honey?" she asked, her eyes
strange.
"No," he replied unsteadily. "At least, I don't think so."
Again she was silent for a time. Finally, she touched his hard-on
again and said, "Would you
Other we just ... did something to each other, honey?"
"Whatever you want to do, Mary. I'd like whatever you want."
"You're an awful nice guy, do you know that?"
"It's easy to be a nice guy when you're married to a beautiful, sweet
gal."
She unzipped him, ran her fingers up and down lovingly on his
stiffened cock, and sighed. "Then I guess you'd better, honey."
He stiffened ever so little. "Guess I'd better what, Mary?"
She moistened her lips and averted her eyes. "Guess you'd better go
and get him ... I'm about to burn up I'm so hot."
He gently pulled his erection out of her hand, zipped himself up and
got to his feet, kissing her on the cheek as he did so. "I'll be back as
soon as I can, baby," he told her.
"Maybe ... it would be better if you asked permission, honey. What
do you think?"
Pete considered this momentarily, then shook his head slowly. "Think
I'll turn thief for one night, Mary. I don't seem up to asking them for
the use of the dog."
Mary lay down flat on the sofa and closed her eyes tightly. "Honey,"
she cried, her tone sounding desperate, "can you ... hurry ... please?"
"I'll be right back with the Great Dane," he promised, his pulse
racing.
"Oh ... honey," she moaned. "I'm ... so ... hot ... so goddamned ...
HOT!"
Chapter 12
The first thing he did was to reach between her legs, pull them
farther apart and dip his fingers into her cunt. When he was certain the
odor of cunt was on all of his fingers, he told her to remain where she
was, that he would drive to the Alexanders', allow the Great Dane to sniff
his fingers and after that the rest would be easy. The scent of pussy
would excite the dog and make it simple for Pete to get him out of the
enclosure and into his car. He promised to be back within twenty minutes.
Leaving the house, he climbed into the car and turned on the
headlights and started the motor. He drove to the street where the
Alexanders lived and parked two doors away from their place. He walked
slowly up the walk and, observing that there were no lights on in either
the Alexanders' or Rose's place, he stepped quickly between the houses and
approached the enclosure. Hearing the dog's low, rumbling growl, he spoke
to the animal, hoping his voice would sound familiar, or at least that his
scent would. No, his mind whispered to him-not your scent. The dog must
catch the scent of Mary's cant. Pete stretched his hands out until he
encountered the fence. Immediately, the dog began sniffing at his hands
and whining. Pete let the dog lick his fingers and then he entered the
small shed as Mark had done and felt the big dog jumping up on him
frantically.
"No, not me, Man-someone else," he said. "My wife wants to try you,
baby." It didn't occur to him that speaking in this manner to a dog was
rather far out.
Luckily there was a collar about the dog's neck and Pete grasped this
firmly and half walked, half ran with the dog to the car. He had no
trouble getting the Great Dane inside. One sniff of his fingers caused
the dog to leap in on the seat beside him. A problem arose then, for the
big dog evidently mistook Pete for the love partner and tried to pump his
tool against the man's arm. After considerable difficulty Pete drove the
car all the way back to his house and cut the motor and lights. Seizing
the dog by his collar again, he managed to get him into the house.
Mary was dressed in her most sexy-looking clothes. Black stockings,
garter belt to hold them up, no bra, no slip. She had on a pair of her
old spike-heeled shoes, and when she stood up, Pete knew a degree of
excitement he would not have believed possible earlier. His tool shot up
in his pants and he nearly went off. The Great Dane sniffed about Mary's
shoes and legs, licked her legs and rose on his hind legs, grasping Mary's
legs with his front paws. His loins began to pump wildly and Pete saw the
long red whang striking Mary's body w at random, little squirts of the
dog's juice remaining on her flesh here and there and running down towards
the floor. The dog apparently was frantically trying to understand what
to do to this woman who stood up rather than lay down on a bed as Rose
did.
"Down on your hands and knees, Mary baby!" Pete cried hoarsely, his
heart hammering like a piston.
Mary stood motionless, her lips set and pulled inward, her eyes half
closed, her body stiff as steel. "Down on your hands and knees, baby,"
Pete repeated. "Please ... you're confusing him."
Mary groaned and sank to her hands and knees. The dog was in back of
her in a flash, his front paws clinging fiercely to her waist and hips,
his head and neck projected forward, his eyes set and glazed, his ass
jerking inward and outward at lightning speed. Evidently he couldn't find
the correct spot at first, but as Pete moved over to try to help, Mary
screamed and left her knees momentarily to rise on her toes, her hands
still touching the floor, supporting her. She screamed again and spread
her legs like a bitch dog.
The Great Dane had sunk his long red shaft into her cunt all the way
to the hilt.
Pete dropped to the floor nearby, his heart hammering so furiously
now it threatened to jump out of his body. His own tool was so hard it
ached. He pulled it forth and moved his body towards Mary, pulling his
pants down somewhat as he did so. When he was close enough, he pressed
his tool against her cheek, for now her head was hanging low to the floor,
her eyes still closed, her mouth still set firmly.
"Suck me, baby," he begged. "Let me get in on it."
But Mary didn't hear him, apparently, for she made no move to touch
her husband. She kept on moaning and groaning and every few seconds a
tiny scream would issue forth from her lips. Suddenly she was leaning on
her forearms instead of her hands. This lowered the top part of her body,
but left her rear end high and in position for her cunt to continue to
receive the plunging tool of the inflamed Great Dane.
Pete glanced at the big dog.
He wanted to grin, but the grin froze on his face.
The big dog seemed to be looking straight at Pete, but his eyes were
so glazed with lust that there was nothing the animal was seeing, more
than likely. The dog's back was curved and reminded Pete of a pulled bow
about to release the arrow.
Every muscle in the animal's body seemed to be tight and hard and
ready to burst at any moment. The long tongue kept darting in and out of
the dog's mouth as if it had a personality of its own and wanted something
to enter in a sexual sense. Pete watched the animal in utter fascination
and a End of wild exhilaration as it continued on with its frantic
fucking.
Pete wondered if dogs knew passion.
Or was it simply instinctive urge?
Marv screamed again and shot her butt up into the air.
This seemed to drive the dog even more frantic, for now he plunged
his tool into Mary's cunt with terrific force and speed.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ..." Mary cried brokenly. "Ah ... ah ..."
The dog kept on with his fucking.
Pete moved about a bit so he could see the plunging tool as it
entered and was withdrawn from his wife's cunt.
The dong was swollen to an unbelievable size now.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ..." said Mary, her eyes closed so tightly
that it made her face look strange.
The dog continued to hump.
Pete watched.
Mary groaned. "Ah ... ah ... ah ..."
Pete went off all over the front of his pants.
The dog evidently exploded then, for his eyes went shut and he
breathed hard, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth at a fast rate
of speed.
He barely realized it.
Mary was now up on her hands again, holding her body higher from the
floor.
The dog was still fucking her, moving now at a rate of speed that was
hard to believe.
Pete squirted again as he watched. His pants were a mess.
The dog apparently exploded again from the looks of his face.
* * *
"Ah ... ah ... ah ... oh ... so ... wonderful ... so ... very ...
wonderful."
Pete didn't know how long it took for the dog to get down from Mary's
back, but it seemed like an hour. Apparently, the dog's tool was so
swollen that it could not be extracted until some of the swelling went
away. Finally, the dog pulled it out of Mary's twat, and Pete was
astonished at the length of it, even though he knew it must be much
smaller now than when the fuck had been at its zenith. The Great Dane
sniffed at Mary's butt, licked at her cunt with his long, sweeping tongue.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ..." Mary moaned, her body tensing.
The dog stopped his licking to look at Pete, sniffed, gave his head a
shake, seemed to cough a bit, shook his head again and resumed licking
Mary's cunt from the rear.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ..." from Mary over and over as the dog's long
tongue repeatedly struck her sensitive clit.
Seeing the dog lapping Mary's snatch made Pete shoot off again. He
went off all over the carpet this time, managing to get his legs out of
the way, not that it made any difference. Mary saw him go off and she
opened her mouth and took his prick in and cleansed it with her tongue and
lips. She kissed his tool repeatedly.
The dog moved away into the corner and lay down on his belly and
looked at the two people on the floor. A moment later the dog lowered his
head to his forelegs as though resting from his terrific exertion.
"Honey," Mary said to Pete softly. "It was so good ... I'll never be
the same again."
"It was marvelous," he agreed. "You were terribly hot, weren't you,
darling?"
"Yes," she said. "And believe me I can understand Rose better now.
That gal really knows what she's doing. I don't blame her for liking ...
you-know-what." Apparently, Mary didn't feel up to mentioning the word
"dog".
Pete grinned slightly. "Maybe I should find a female ... a bitch for
myself."
This made Mary laugh and the laugh sounded good to him after all the
tight, tense passion that had been filling the room for the past twenty
minutes. There was, he concluded, always the possibility of having too
much of a good thing.
"Pete," she said, sitting down now and crossing her legs. "What did
it look like?"
"It looked wild, baby, wilder'n hell, but hot, too. I've never been
so hot before, and I was just watching."
"I have an idea that Rose may have started a whole new sex trend for
women."
This alarmed Pete momentarily. "I hope not. I don't want to lose my
wife to an animal."
"Silly. I didn't mean it that way. I just meant for an occasional
kick."
"Sure, I know," he said, and moved over close to her so he could kiss
her. "I'm glad you got 'em off with the dog, baby. I know I did."
"I saw you. Wow. What an evening this has been. Have you ever known
a better one?"
"No," Pete replied. "This was the hottest night I've ever known."
"Honey," she said, "You have to take the dog back, don't you?"
He nodded. "Yes, but there's no hurry about it. You might want
another ream job after a while. I guess the Great Dane wouldn't mind,
after he's had a certain amount of rest."
"Maybe I would, at that," Mary said. "Gee, I don't know if I could
take all of that long, hard tool again or not."
"It's real big and hard all right. Wish I had one that long."
She kissed his lips quickly. "Yours is okay, honey. Don't talk that
way."
He laughed and patted her on the butt as she started to get to her
feet. The Great Dane got halfway to his feet, a low warning growl issuing
from his throat.
Mary giggled slightly. "How about that? Man is jealous of you for
patting me on the butt, honey."
Pete eyed the dog who had now resumed lying flat. "So I see and
hear," he said. "I'll have to watch my step till he gets cooled off."
"Maybe I'd better get dressed-fully dressed, I mean." Mary glanced
at her stockings and Pete did also, noting they were badly torn.
"Yeah," Pete said carefully, eyeing the dog as he spoke. Another low
warning growl had come from the animal, though Pete had not made a move
towards Mary that he knew of. He must have done something, he knew, to
make the animal dislike him. "Better take a bath, too, baby," he told
Mary. "A good one. Rose told me once she always took a long, hot shower
afterwards."
"Oh ... all right, honey. Do you suppose Man will allow me to leave
the room?" Mary was quite serious about the question. Pete could see
that she was from the expression on her face.
"I don't know, baby. Move slowly and if he tries to follow, tell him
to go back and lie down. I heard Rose speak that way firmly but gently
and he obeyed her every word."
"All right." Mary got to her feet gingerly and moved across the
room. The dog followed her every step of the way with his eyes. However,
when she left the room and closed the door, the Great Dane settled back
down and placed his head on his paws.
Pete stared at the dog.
The Great Dane was looking back at Pete.
Suddenly, the dog got to his feet and came over to Pete, his head
lowered, his tail wagging in friendly fashion. Pete gingerly patted the
dog's head and was shocked when the dog lowered his muzzle to the man's
prick and began to lick it furiously. Pete was alarmed that the animal
might bite him, but these fears left quickly. The dog actually seemed
aroused at licking his cock and Pete realized that the dog must have
smelled Cindy's cunt juice on his dick. As Pete glanced at the rear
underside of the dog, he saw that his tool was beginning to protrude from
the covering skin and growing hard. This made Pete's prick get hard again
and quickly, which, in turn, made the dog's cock grow even more.
The Great Dane was using his tongue in such a way that it seemed to
slap around Pete's tool and draw on it in a suction like licking
operation. It felt good, Pete had to admit. It felt damned good. What
the hell was going on? Was this really sexy stuff or had he and Mary gone
mad?
The dog continued to lick and lap at Pete's rock-hard cock.
Pete became hot all over again, extremely so.
He reached beneath the dog and gingerly felt his long, red tool. The
dog liked this and began to jack quickly.
Pete allowed him to do this for a moment.
For a few moments.
And then he couldn't stand it any longer. Pete Braden knew now what
he was going to do, come hell or high water.
He did it.
He dropped his pants to his knees, yanked down his briefs, got up on
his hands and knees and waited.
The Great Dane was breathing hard now.
He licked at Pete's asshole.
Then Pete felt it.
Felt the Great Dane mount him.
Felt the pain of it.
All the way.
The dog's tool was in his ass to the hilt.
Pete Branden took it, all of it, and several times nearly passed out
from the intense pain and excitement of it.
It was then that he felt something warm and wet and familiar being
pushed into his face.
Mary had come back into the room. Pete kissed her furry twat as he
groaned with high passion.
The Great Dane fucked faster, harder.
Pete screamed from the pain of it.
"Isn't it wonderful honey?" he heard Mary ask, sounding as if she
were a mile away."
"Yes," he muttered. "Marvelous."
The dog humped.
Pete screamed again. For the life of him he could not help it.
Jumping to his feet awkwardly, he felt the dog's tool being forced out of
his bung.
"I can't do it!" Pete cried. "He's all yours, baby. I'm not built
for it. I'll be an observer. You do it."
Mary didn't say a word. She simply dropped to her hands and knees
while her husband watched.
The End
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