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KCS-1217 The Landlady's Dog by Julie Taylor


Chapter 1


The big German shepherd panted as if grinning up at the tall, 
curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in 
excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled, 
revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him, 
then directed her attention to the attractive brunette standing in the 
apartment doorway.

"Has he been a good dog today, Peggy?" Carol Dorsett questioned the 
older girt with the dark brown eyes who wore her hair in a brief and 
flattering bouffant, giving her a kind of mysterious thirtyish look.

"Sultan's always a good dog, aren't you, baby," the shapely wife of the 
building manager complimented, adding her own caressing hand to the 
powerful animal's muscular flanks. "How did it go today, Carol? Any 
luck?"

"Nothing," the young green-eyed divorcee sighed. "I must've filled out 
a dozen applications, and just about walked my legs off. God, I never 
realized it was going to be so difficult finding a job or I wouldn't 
have left San Francisco. At least, I know my way around there ... but 
this Hollywood ... brother!"

"Mustn't get discouraged, honey. Something will turn up," Peggy White 
assured her.

"I hope it's soon," Carol said, trying not to show her acute dejection. 
"Six straight days of listening to "sorry's" doesn't do much for a 
girl's morale. Anyway, thanks again for looking after Sultan for me, 
Peg. D-Do you suppose that Monday ...?"

"Of course, hon. Just drop him off with me when you leave," the other 
replied through her attractive smile.

The ash-blonde beauty nodded her appreciation, wondering in what little 
way she could manage to repay the super's wife. Money was so tight for 
her ... "Well, come on, darling," she addressed Sultan. "Carol's got to 
bathe some of the ache out of her tired bones. Thanks again, Peg."

"Anytime, honey," Peggy White replied, slowly closing her door as Carol 
and her grinning, tail-wagging dog moved along to the next one where 
the weary divorcee paused to fumble in her purse for the key.

Inside, Carol immediately kicked off her low-heeled shoes. Leaning back 
against the wall, she took turns massaging the toes and instep of first 
one aching foot, and then the other, while Sultan watched with 
interest. "Oh, baby, you don't know how heavenly that feels," she 
breathed down at her loving and constant companion. "If only you could, 
I know you'd do it for me, wouldn't you, darling?"

The big, sleek-coated animal whined his answer up to her, his rounded 
brown eyes glowing with affection. The pleasing sound of her voice 
relayed her feelings to him. She was his whole world and he could not 
understand why she left him with the other female person. She was nice 
enough to him, but never could she take the place of his warm-eyed 
mistress.

The shapely divorcee smiled fondly down at her faithful companion, 
suddenly realizing, as she had a million times over the past lonely 
year, how empty her life would be without him. Even living with her 
parents from the moment Jonny had left her, up until their divorce 
became final some ten days before, she had spent more time with Sultan 
then she had with her own mother and father. But her folks had seemed 
to understand, or at least thought they did, tying her emotions toward 
the animal to her lost singer-husband and the heartbreak of her broken 
marriage. They had been wrong, but Carol had seen no reason to 
enlighten them. Her feeling for her ex-husband had been long dead, ever 
since the second year of their marriage when she had found out he was 
running around while she slaved in a department store and he chased 
career dreams. By the end of the third year, what little feeling 
remained inside her for him was breathing its last. She had refused to 
be the sole support between them and had quit her job. A week later, 
Jonny Gains landed his first worthwhile contract in a cheap Las Vegas 
nightclub and began paying the bills ... plus flaunting in her face his 
open escapades with other women. Now that she could objectively think 
back on it, Carol felt certain that he'd brought home the little German 
shepherd puppy "to keep her company" as more of an insult than 
anything. Hadn't his favorite term for her been "bitch?"

Well, it was all over and done with now, and the likes of Jonny Gains, 
up and coming performer, could never know the joy, love, and 
companionship that little puppy had grown up to bring her. Of the few 
possessions they had jointly owned when after four years she had 
decided to bury the corpse of their marriage, Carol had asked for only 
one, Sultan, and had gotten him ... plus a meager alimony which was 
always late, when it came at all. If only she were skilled at something 
to get a good job, but she wasn't, not even simple office work ... and 
that she could thank Jonny for, too. Against her parents' wishes, after 
high school she had foregone college to run off with her bright lights-
dazzled lover to the gambling city where they'd nearly starved before 
she had found waitress work in a casino, then lost the job because she 
was underage.

Eighteen years old she'd been, and living like a wife in a grubby 
trailer for six months before she'd landed the clerking position in the 
department store! God, what had she ever been thinking of? Three years 
of that before she had finally shanghaied him into one of the local 
wedding chapels, childishly believing that a piece of legal paper was 
going to change everything for them. She hadn't even had a decent ring. 
Seven years of her life wasted ... twenty-five and divorced ... thank 
God there'd been no babies ...!

Sultan's whimpers brought Carol back to the present. He'd gotten his 
nearly chewed-up rubber ball and brought it for her to play with him. 
Smiling warmly, she took it and tossed it into the air for him to catch 
and fetch.

"Oh you doll ... one more time and that's all for now," Carol said, 
repeating the act, then walking to flick on the noisy and inadequate 
air conditioner. Like everything else in the borderline-shabby, one-
bedroom apartment ... in fact, the whole building, yes, the 
neighborhood, too ... it had pretty near outlived its usefulness. It 
rattled and groaned back at her, as if promising nothing but an 
exhausted attempt. Carol sighed and began unbuttoning her blouse. 
Survival in the close, Southern California summer heat meant wearing 
next to nothing whenever possible, she had learned in one short week of 
local residence.

Of course, she hadn't been forced to leave her parents' humble home in 
San Francisco. They had begged her to stay, find work there and make a 
new life among the old friends and schoolmates she'd grown up with. The 
darlings, bless them ... what they hadn't realized was that there were 
no old friends nor schoolmates whom she wanted any part of, and vice 
versa, she'd quickly came to know. Carol Dorsett was the famous Jonny 
Gains's ex-wife, the piece he had shed once success struck, the wild 
girl who had run away with him without benefit of marriage and 
everything she deserved. No, there was no life for her there in her old 
neighborhood ... but she was twenty-five and there had to be one 
someplace for her!

She might have gone a thousand miles or two even, had she had the 
money. Los Angeles seemed as likely as any city under the limited 
circumstances, and she wasn't yet sorry that she'd chosen it, though 
her job-hunting discouragement and the immediate stifling surroundings 
of her seedy three rooms and bath weren't helping to reinforce her 
decision ...

The sound of the apartment buzzer startled Carol. Sultan's ears stood 
erect, a little growl sounding in his throat as his mistress quickly 
rebuttoned her blouse and approached the door. Peggy White's husband 
Ed, the apartment manager stood filling the doorway with his big, 
broad-shouldered frame when she opened the door inward.

"Hi" he grunted, his puffy red face caught in an alcohol smile. 
"Wondered how your air conditioner was working. It gave me some trouble 
for awhile before you moved in."

Carol felt the tightness catching at her throat at just the sight of 
him. There was something about the almost leering expression in his 
lead-gray eyes, and the twisted smiles he had shown her the short time 
she'd lived in the building that gave her a clammy feeling. From the 
beginning, she had tried to avoid contact with him, wondering in the 
back of her mind how such a sweet person as Peggy could stand him. He 
had to be twenty years older than she ... his hair was snow-white!

Sultan growled at him.

"Whatsa matter, mutt? Don't you know me?"

"Back, Sultan!" Carol commanded, catching hold of the animal's collar. 
"I-It's fine ... working fine, Mr. White. Thanks, though ..."

"Just wondered," he repeated, and Carol saw his liquor-glazed eyes drop 
almost lecherously to the deep cleft between her full breasts which her 
still partially open blouse revealed. Reflexively, she drew the silky 
white material together, an inner feeling of thankfulness for Sultan's 
massive protection steadying her.

"Y-Yes, it's fine, thank you," she said, half-closing the door.

He stepped back then and nodded, but the lurid smile she thought she 
read was still there. "Just let me know if you need me ... or anything 
... I'm right next door, you know," he said, then licked at his lips. 
"Anything ... anytime ..."

Carol closed the door and shot the bolt to lock it, a cold chill 
shuddering upward along her spine. God, he'd been drunk, too! But ... 
but, she hadn't really seen him any other way since she'd been there 
... those lewd, raking eyes ... and that goatish grin ...! How could 
Peggy stand him? Didn't she know ...?

Sultan whimpered, looking up at her and she let go of his collar. 
"Thank goodness for you, darling!" the curvaceous blonde girl 
whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches to take his big 
head between her slender white hands. "You wouldn't let anyone hurt 
your Carol, would you, baby? My sweet, sweet angel!" She kissed him on 
his wet nose as he instantly licked out his long pink tongue to lave 
warmly over her lips in retaliation. "You handsome fellow! What girl 
could ask for more ... that's what I want to know?"

The powerful animal whined as he tried to nuzzle closer to her and she 
hugged him tightly. "Ooooohhhhhhh ... my baby ... baby sweet! I love 
you!" she whispered, kissing him between the eyes before straightening 
up. "Now ... now that whatever Mr. White's frightening visit meant has 
passed, I'm going to take that bath, Sultan baby! But before I do, I'm 
going to mix myself a little gin and tonic. If a girl ever needed a 
bracer, I think yours truly does. Come on. You can have some Coke and 
we'll take them into the bathroom."

Sultan trotted along beside her, brushing against her warm thigh 
whenever he could, letting her know his excitement with little whimpers 
when she poured the nose-tickling dark liquid into his bowl.

"I never saw a dog who drinks Coke like you do, baby. No, not here ... 
in the bathroom. Come on," Carol said, leading the way and sipping at 
her gin and tonic, her mind still a long way from being empty of Ed 
White. Yes, as soon as she possibly could, she'd find another place, 
and hopefully one in a more desirable area. Maybe the struggling movie 
stars of the thirties and forties thought Westland was the "in" section 
of Hollywood, but she'd bet her life they wouldn't believe it if they 
saw it today. The paint-peeled stucco buildings and boarded up store-
fronts, to say nothing of the shady-fenced characters, the hippies and 
obvious prostitutes of all ages moving along its streets would 
painfully expose to them its degeneration. And it was sad ... but God 
knew, there was no room for any more sadness inside her. It was time 
for something uplifting ...!

Sultan watched her suddenly laughing down at him. He raised his head 
from the bowl of dark liquid that he liked so much and sneezed. He 
watched her smooth, soft curves ripple and sway as she undressed for 
her bath and laughed warmly at him, the long hair of her head a little 
lighter than that between her pretty legs. He danced around her, and 
longed to do something that would make her know how much he loved her.

Carol watched her darling all the time she drew water to fill the tub. 
Was there ever an animal, or a human, more lovingly devoted than Sultan 
was? God, what would she do without him? Coming home today, she'd felt 
miserable. Only the thought of her handsome Sultan had lifted her 
spirits. Then, seeing him excitedly waiting for her beside Peg! And the 
way he had instinctively caused Ed White to back off! He'd been 
protecting her ... of course, he had! The beautiful cavalier! She loved 
him so much! He was really her whole life ...

The soothing lukewarm water, frothy with bubble bath, slowly drained 
the miseries, both physical and mental, from Carol's nakedly submerged 
young body. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, rounded 
breasts, sensing her tiny pink nipples hardening beneath the water as 
if aggressively provoked, such moments of arousal seldom known to her 
since the remote days of Jonny. Remote but not forgotten, she thought, 
stopping the self-sensuous act, but not before a series of rippling 
delights stabbed through her sensitive loins and rapidly incited belly.

It was ridiculous ... absolutely ridiculous that she should feel this 
way! She'd been able to control her sense of physical need for a year, 
and she could continue ... couldn't she? Of course, she could, Carol 
told herself, climbing out of the tub! When the time came, if it ever 
did again, then she would give herself without shame to the man she 
loved. She had loved Jonny for so long ... loved his body ... the way 
he had made love to her, and she to him ... his long thick blood-
hardened penis rushing wildly up into her welcoming vagina ... but 
always selfishly ... thrust into her mouth with whimpering pleads ... 
his boyish tongue licking feverishly up between her legs ... the moment 
when he finally exploded his white-hot cum inside her ...

God, she had to kick these thoughts, and right now!

Sultan watched closely the movements of her glistening white body as 
she climbed from the tub and began to towel herself, his keen sense of 
smell detecting the sudden scent of her female nakedness in the small 
room. He had been aware of the exciting, heated aroma before with her, 
its meaning confusing him, but she of the midnight hair had educated 
him. He sensed the heavy weight growing in the depths of his own loins 
as he watched her turn to look at her curvaceous reflection in the long 
mirror on the door.

For a moment, Carol stood motionless, consciously admiring the 
harmonious balance of her eye-pleasing curves, a tingle of narcissism 
fluttering through her belly. She realized her own physical beauty and 
had always been excited by it ... her full, pink-nippled breasts and 
slender waist flowing into generously arched hips and smooth-rounded 
thighs. How Jonny had raved over her long legs, the alluring shape of 
her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over in his 
passion. But it was the secret white outline her swimsuit halter left 
across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping 
the ovals of her full buttocks, that fascinated him most. She dropped 
her gaze to the stretch of satiny untanned skin over her hips and the 
soft little bowl of her lower belly where the curly triangle of sparse 
blonde pubic hair began to fringe the puffiness of her pubic mound and 
fleshy vaginal lips, tiny shivers of awakened sensualism rippling over 
her. Lord, when was the last time she had done it to herself? She 
couldn't even remember ... but evidently, too long ago, the way she was 
suddenly keyed-up. She had never been a sexually oriented girl, but 
...!

Carol dropped her bath towel to the floor and sighed, letting her own 
trembling hands stroke downward over her hips as she watched herself in 
the mirror. Her soft breathing increased as she smoothed her fingers 
inward toward the base of her incited belly to the sensitive mound of 
hair-sprinkled flesh between. She pressured tauntingly, her slender 
fingers extended, the pinkness of her moistening vaginal slit's 
momentary exposure captivating her. 00ohhhh ... she had to, was all ... 
simply had to, she was that fired-up!

Sultan whimpered, demanding the long-haired girl's attention, and 
almost shamefully she stopped her lewd caresses.

"Oh darling, you'll have to forgive your Carol, but ... but there are 
things even she can't do without forever!"

The big dog wagged his tail and animalishly licked at his jaws, then at 
her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his 
head. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking as his big 
brown eyes seemed to sweep all over her body, almost lustfully ogling 
her soft white nakedness. An impulse of exhibitionism added to her 
stimulation as she stood there for a long moment posing tauntingly 
before his gleaming animal eyes. "You ... you can even watch me do it 
if you want to, darling!" she hotly whispered, that lurid thought 
feeding more fuel to the wave of self-infused passion washing through 
her. "Come on!" she hissed, quickly leading the way toward the bedroom. 
"You can sit right by the bed and watch Carol, darling!"

Sultan followed close beside her, brushing against the warm smoothness 
of her thigh as she walked, the exciting scent of her effluent body-
heat filling his nostrils. He paused as she climbed onto the bed, the 
soft curves quivering with every movement, and then she was lying on 
her back and breathing heavily, hardly looking in his direction now. 
The powerful animal watched her long legs spread slowly open on the 
bed, her small hand moving down between them to the blonde-fringed 
opening to her pussy. He watched her fingers begin to work in a teasing 
circular motion, little sighs of pleasure tumbling from her parted 
lips, her smooth white buttocks starting to rise from the bed to meet 
her rhythmically moving hand ...

And that was when he leaped up to join her!

The German shepherd's unexpected approach took Carol completely by 
surprise. Since he was a small pup, she had never allowed him on the 
bed, and now as she stared down between her lewdly spread legs and 
watched him move forward between them, she could only gape in startled 
wonderment! She withdrew her hand from its lascivious self-indulgent 
task and raised herself onto her forearms, hardly frightened, but 
simply awed by his abrupt act and his rather obscene position between 
her yawning thighs.

Something held the sensuously stirred blonde from speaking as she 
stared at him, her widened green eyes reflecting her bewilderment, 
watching fascinated as his loving brown ones swept over her naked 
curves almost as if he had illicit thoughts in mind! And then, he was 
moving in even closer up over her, dropping his big head to lick out 
with a hot fluid tongue against the smooth flesh of her responsively 
twitching belly!

Carol irresistibly gasped at the astonishing contact, swallowing at the 
sudden dryness in her throat as his long pink tongue began to lick 
moistly over her muscle-tensed belly! He had never done, or even 
attempted anything like this before! She was speechless now as again 
and again he did it, while she continued to lie there beneath the 
desire-inciting length of his wetly heated caresses, his fervent 
tonguing making incredible sensations spiral through her torso, only 
adding to her lustful exhilaration.

00ooohhh ... this was unbelievable! What was possessing him? But she 
wasn't going to stop him! Just how far would he go if she let him ...? 
Then, his long, damp tongue licked heatedly upward over the quivering 
flesh of her waist, working higher and higher until he was actually 
lapping the rounded undersides of her sensitive breasts! Tenderly, he 
washed up over them toward the tiny straining buds of her nipples! 
Carol couldn't hold back the moan escaping her when his searing, moist 
flesh grazed wetly over the erogenous, pebble-like buds, first one and 
then the other, sending feverish thrills of lewd enticement whipping 
through her tremulous flesh!

She knew she should stop him before it went any further! It was 
becoming absolutely obscene! And then a sense of disappointment 
followed as, abruptly, Sultan stopped of his own accord and began to 
back down between her still widespread legs. The temptation to call him 
back was short-lived and unnecessary as, suddenly mesmerized, she 
watched him poise his massive head between her lewdly opened thighs, 
then slowly lower it, his heated animal breath taunting the fringe of 
soft blonde curls there!

Carol couldn't believe it when her dog's cool wet nose brushed the 
warm, sensorial flesh of her inner thigh ... and finally, the pinkly 
pouting lips of her excited pussy! She heard his little whimper as he 
sniffed at her heatedly roused loins, his long nose probing at her 
susceptible flesh as though he were actually trying to seduce her! She 
felt the coolness of it suddenly exploring the smooth crevice between 
her milk-white buttocks, then wetly laving the exposed little rosebud 
of her tiny puckered anus!

"Oooooh ... Sultan ... you naughty darling!" Carol gasped, 
uncontrollably lurching beneath the wicked contact. "Wh-What's come 
over you all of a sudden ... ooooohhhhhh!"

His hot tongue suddenly shot out to lick feverishly up and down the 
smooth vale surrounding her tight little anal entrance, the tip worming 
teasingly up into her clasping nether passage! At that shocking point, 
Carol wasn't certain what to do next, whether to order him to stop, or 
lustfully goad him on, but that too was a decision she never had to 
make! Suddenly, his seething wet tongue began to lick at the narrow 
pink slit between her luridly spread thighs! Moans bubbled up in her 
throat, little tremors of unbearable desire rippling over her naked 
flesh as he lapped fluidly upward through the entire pink-flushed 
length of her vulnerable cunt! Ooohhhh, the wild sensations ... and 
they were needling inward to stab deep at the nerve centers of her now 
intensely fluttering belly!

He didn't stop! His fiery animal-tongue was spreading through the 
yielding, swollen lips of her hair-framed pussy with long relentless 
sweeps, erotically splaying the tender flesh wide, pausing at last to 
lunge in an invading curl far up into the liquid heat of her excitedly 
throbbing vagina! She gasped and jerked convulsively, dropping flat 
onto her back to writhe in uncontrollable delight under the big dog's 
shocking oral lovemaking, mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the 
beautiful darling greater access!

Even had she wanted to, the obscenely positioned young blonde knew that 
she could never order Sultan to stop, now that the intense thrills of 
his long wet pleasure-bringing tongue were penetrating right through 
her voluptuously hungering body. She heard her own desperate moans 
increase, while her desire-glazed mind began to slip into a delicious 
oblivion of velvet sensuality. Unceasingly, the loving animal-tongue 
bathed her offered loins, from the snug little opening of her lewdly 
working anus, upward through the hot wet crevice of her cunt. At the 
peak, he hesitated maddeningly, his knowledge baffling her when 
suddenly he penetrated to flick wetly at the quivering bud of her 
rigidly erect clitoris, fanning her ever mounting desire as she 
whimpered in carnal delight!

On and on it went, time seeming to lose its meaning for Carol, nothing 
mattering but the heavenly searing tongue licking relentlessly through 
and over her passion-inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and 
writhing her entire naked body in frantic pleading beneath it!

"Aaaaaauuuhhhhhhhhh ...!" she choked as he flicked-his tormenting 
tongue in a feverish, spearing curl far up beyond the clutching, long-
unused mouth of her burning vagina! "Ooohhh ... yes ... my lover! Do it 
for me! Make Carol cum, Sultan darling! She needs to so badly! Lick it, 
darling! Lick Carol's hot little pussy ...!"

With an animalistic groan of her own, Carol drew her knees back flat to 
her palpitating breasts, and reaching down between them to grasp his 
head she pulled his long nose in tight against her wetly yearning 
vagina! His loving tongue flicked far up the fire-filled channel like a 
burrowing mole, his own whimpers blending with hers as he fiercely 
lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her widespread 
thighs and buttocks.

"Oh God ... yes, baby ... lick it! Lick your Carol's needing cunt!" she 
hissed out again, raising her blonde head as best she could to look 
down between her obscenely drawn up legs to watch whatever she could of 
the bestial ravishing of her loins. Oh God ...! Her wide-split cunt was 
flushed to near redness, its shimmering inner-flesh was the most lust-
intoxicating sight she had ever seen! Her blood-filled pussy lips were 
spread like a omnivorous mouth, with her handsome darling's long furry 
snout shoved as far as it would go, right up into the hungering passage 
of her seething vagina! She could actually feel his jaws working when 
he opened them, stretching the elasticized entrance of her cunt to 
thrust his tongue deep into her fire-filled belly! He seemed to be 
furiously reaching new depths inside her with every lurid lunge! 
Insanely, she began to pull at his head while she obscenely thrust her 
greedy loins up at him, trying to force his long nose like a thick 
furry cock up into her hotly throbbing cunt!

What might have been a pained whimper came from the depths of Sultan's 
throat, but Carol never heard it! Instead, she felt the exotic 
sensation of his coiling tongue smooth against, then worm its way 
lewdly into the small, clam-like mouth of her vagina, spine-shattering 
sensations of lust overwhelming her helpless flesh!

She was going to cum! Oooohhhh ... he had done it for her ... the 
beautiful darling ... with his cold wet nose shoved hard against her 
wide-stretched cuntal passage and his tongue spiraling like the licking 
flame of a candle at her tender cervix!

In nothing short of delirium, Carol clutched at his big animal-head, 
burying his phallus-like nose another fraction of an inch deeper up 
into the tight-clutching opening of her orgastically throbbing cunt, 
holding savagely to his pointed ears as she lustfully fucked her loins 
up onto his animal-face and felt the never-ceasing ecstasy of his 
searing tongue caressing and stabbing into her super-sensitive cervix!

"Oooohhhhh loverrrrrr ... I-I-I'm cummmmmmiinnggggggg ...!" she wailed, 
jerking at his head and fucking his snout in selfish ecstasy, nothing 
mattering but the overwhelming enchantment bursting like a huge hot 
bubble of erotic bliss to flood down through her long-denied body and 
permeate her with exhausting sensations of sensually drained 
fulfillment ...!



Chapter 2


Carol dressed in a somewhat numbed state, slipping on a white skirt and 
pullover, still refusing to believe that it had happened the way it 
had! She brushed her long ash-blonde tresses more than usual, studying 
her own face in the vanity mirror as if trying to detect some hidden 
demon. Sultan had trotted off after his obscene seduction, then 
returned to sit beside her as devotedly as ever. She petted him, but 
didn't speak. God, how could she? The precious darling ... and he'd 
been so beautiful ...! But never before had he even done the ordinary 
animal things, such as curiously sniffing up between her thighs, or 
climbing onto her leg in the usual ruttish fashion.

Why now? Why had this happened? Carol had been asking herself that 
question ever since their forbidden performance ended and her wits had 
slowly returned. And above everything, she didn't like the answer he 
still unsteady mind kept coming up with. There had never been anything 
like this, not even an approach, before ... before she'd started 
leaving the dog with Peggy! God, was it possible? She just couldn't 
believe it ... but where else had he suddenly gotten such a lustful 
education?

The young divorcee found herself mentally picturing the attractive 
Peggy White in her mind, but she was visualizing her as never before. 
Instead, she was inwardly calculating the older brunette's 
curvaceousness, her sultry face, the shape of her voluptuously up-
thrust breasts and full rounded hips ... Lord! What in God's name had 
suddenly come over her, anyway ... to be thinking along these lines? 
She pushed back her vanity stool and jerked upright to her feet. She 
needed air, or something to clear her head!

"Come on, Sully ... I think we could both use a good walk in this 
sunshine," Carol said, leading the way to the kitchen where she kept Ms 
leash. "I thought I was tired ... but I guess I wasn't tired enough," 
she added in a soft tone to herself, though she couldn't deny the 
overwhelming feeling of release her formerly tense young body was 
enjoying. And in truth, she wasn't really ashamed for having let him 
lick her pussy, not really, as she might have been had a man done it, 
but admittedly she would have been at least red-faced had she and 
Sultan been discovered in the middle of their obscene little escapade.

Carol tried to shake from her mind the lewd image of Peggy White 
"training" her dog, but she couldn't do it. On the street with Sultan 
walking valiantly beside her, her brain continued to form lurid mental 
scenes of the pretty brunette nakedly seducing her handsome pet ... 
showing and teaching him how to ... Oh God! Those lewd imaginings were 
sensuously stirring her even as her anger mounted. Of course, she could 
never prove such a thing, nor would she even hint at it to the super's 
wife, but her mind was made up. Sultan had stayed his last day in the 
White's apartment. She hardly knew what she was going to do with him 
while she job-hunted, but she had the weekend to decide on something.

Unafraid with the massive German shepherd at her side, and hardly aware 
of the ogling and shifty pairs of eyes, the suggestive whistles, or 
under-the-breath propositions directed at her from passing and 
loitering characters, the appealing young blonde girl made her way 
toward the open park, which was the last remaining thing of beauty to 
her in the Westland area. At least once a day she had tried to walk 
Sultan there, but unfortunately she didn't dare let him off the leash 
to romp a little; it just wasn't safe around there for a girl without 
obvious protection. Anyway, when she could, she allowed the dog a 
couple of hours of freedom in the walled backyard of the apartment 
building where he could get some measure of exercise.

For a while, Carol strolled along the cinder paths, waiting while 
Sultan sniffed and examined certain poles, bushes, and trees, until 
finally they found an empty bench in the shade and she sat down. Sultan 
saw them first, the other harnessed German shepherd immediately drawing 
his attention. The dark glasses and type of leash made Carol aware of 
the young man's blindness. They moved along the cinder path toward 
where she sat with Sultan on the ground beside her, the skilled seeing-
eye dog carefully guiding its master.

He was a handsome man, Carol thought as they drew closer --- tall, with 
broad shoulders and proud bearings. His hair was dark and waved, 
carefully groomed, and his neat, casual dress stylishly simple, She 
guessed him to be somewhere in his early thirties and found herself 
wondering how he had lost his sight ... or had he been born that way?

Sultan whimpered as the other German shepherd drew closer, while 
totally ignoring his existence. Carol saw then that the dedicated 
animal was female and demanded Sultan behave himself ...

"What is it, Queenie? Is our bench gone?" Carol heard the young man 
question when his animal-guide seemed reluctant to let him move toward 
the seat.

Carol spoke, then: "I-I think it's because we're here ... my dog and 
l," she said, hardly knowing how to put it.

"Oh ... I'm sorry," he said, turning toward her voice and smiling. 
"Usually it's empty this time of day. Excuse us ---"

"There's plenty of room," Carol quickly replied, "if you'd care to join 
us?"

"Thanks ... we will," he accepted, still smiling. With the limited hand 
movements of a man adjusted to his affliction, he confidently seated 
himself, his dog waiting and watching before lying down at his feet. "I 
couldn't understand it at first, Queenie's not wanting to lead me over 
here," he said. "But when you mentioned your dog I knew. They're 
trained to avoid other animals."

"I see," Carol said. "Y-Your Queenie, she's a beautiful dog."

"Yes ... my eyes, companion, and protection," he said, with a certain 
bitterness accenting the last word. "Afraid I'd be lost without her."

 "I believe I understand what you mean," Carol replied. "I know I'd be 
lost without Sultan."

"Sultan ... that's an impressive name. What breed is he?"

"German shepherd, like Queenie ... and about the same age, I'd say. 
He's three."

"Well, you're a pretty fair judge of dogs, Miss ...?"

"Dorsett, Carol Dorsett."

"Mark Cannon," he replied. "As I was saying, you seem to know dogs, 
Miss Dorsett. Queenie's almost three, but I've had her for only a year. 
They have to be fairly mature before they start training them, and that 
takes quite a while, as well as teaching the person they're going to be 
seeing for." He smiled. "Do you live in this area?"

"A couple of blocks from here. We have a small apartment on Fellows 
Street," she answered with a little smile of her own, the young man's 
warmth and good looks giving her a pleasant uplift. She wondered if he 
was married.

"Really? I live on Fellows too, number 1322," he said. "What's your 
address?"

"1315. We've only been here a week."

"Well, we're neighbors! I'm almost directly across the way from you!" 
Mark Cannon informed, inwardly weighing what might be a stroke of luck. 
Beyond that, she had a very pleasing voice, young and gentle, not the 
hard, expected type that inhabited this grubby area. Down on her luck, 
maybe ... or perhaps, just a smoother operating whore. Whatever she was 
made little difference for his purposes ... if she was cooperative ... 
and if he could trust her. That could take time to determine ... maybe 
too much time ... Christ, if he could only see her ...!

"It's not a very nice neighborhood, is it, Mr. Cannon," Carol said.

He grinned. "Not exactly the place where I'd let my wife walk the 
streets unescorted ... if I had one. You said you've only been here a 
week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?"

"Both. I'm from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight unseen from 
a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland section could be like 
this," Carol replied, simultaneously clocking in her mind the fact that 
he was not married. "It fit my budget ... but as soon as I'm lucky 
enough to find a job, I intend to move. Like you said, I wouldn't dare 
walk these streets without Sultan beside me."

Hearing his name mentioned, the big animal looked up toward his 
mistress, then back to the female of his own kind who was completely 
ignoring him. If only he dared move closer and explore the smell of 
her, but instinctively he knew that for some reason this would not be 
right. There was something different about her which he could not 
understand, and again he whined in perplexity.

"Shhh, Sultan," Carol ordered, well aware of his interest and the 
natural reasons behind it. "I'm afraid you'll have to resign yourself 
to being snubbed. The young lady isn't interested in your attentions 
..."

"Does he want to get acquainted?" Mark asked. "It's perfectly okay, 
except Queenie won't respond unless I tell her she can. Up, Queenie! 
Come here, Sultan! Come on, boy! Come over here and meet my friend. 
That's a boy ..." he said, Carol watching as he took both animals' 
heads and brought their noses together, Queenie immediately wagging her 
tail in reception.

Fascinated, the young divorcee watched Mark Cannon's strong, gentle 
hands manipulate the two massive dogs with obvious, inbred ability, 
until the usual animal-type exploration of intimate parts began and 
Carol sensed a tiny twinge of ridiculous jealousy ripple through her.

"Well ... I think we better be getting back home, Sultan," she said, 
using to her feet and drawing him to her side by the leash. "It's been 
very nice talking to you, Mr. Cannon. I've really enjoyed it ..."

"Oh ... are you leaving so soon?" he asked, looking directly up at her.

"Y-Yes, I think we better. It's nearly four and I have some things to 
do ..."

"It's not very often that I find anyone besides Queenie to talk to," he 
said with a smile, "and she doesn't say too much."

"I-I know what you mean," Carol replied, a warm feeling of sympathetic 
understanding filling her. "But maybe ... maybe we can get together 
again soon. Do you come here every day?"

"Usually ... but I will for sure if you say you're going to be here," 
he said, causing the warmth she felt to pleasantly increase. "Better 
yet, why don't we get together some evening ... that is, if you'd like 
to?"

His proposal took her by surprise. She smiled. "Why ... why yes, I'd 
like that very much, Mr. ...

"Mark," he interrupted. "Less formal. Okay?"

"Okay. And mine's Carol, you know," she said, finding herself more and 
more excited by his casual charm.

"Good!" he exclaimed, getting to his feet, Queenie immediately rising 
to attention. "Suppose we walk along with you, Carol, seeing we're 
going the same way? You mind?"

"Of course not! I'd love it!" she answered; then, on the spur of the 
moment: "And ... and suppose you come over to dinner tomorrow night? It 
won't be anything elaborate, but ..."

"Hey! I'd welcome that with open arms!" he said, his face beaming. "And 
I'll bring a bottle of wine!"

 "Okay! Do you like meatloaf?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I can't offer you much better, but I do make a good one 
..."

"Meatloaf! My favorite dish!" he said, and then they both laughed as 
they walked side by side along the cinder path, their team of German 
shepherds leading them.

They had gone only a little way, both enjoyably reacting to their new 
friendship, when Carol saw the other man standing beside a tree a good 
distance from the path, but definitely with his attention riveted on 
them ... or rather on her! He was drinking from a beer can and though 
he was quite a way off, there was no question in her mind but what it 
was Ed White! The clammy chill at just the sight of him crept 
shudderingly up her back.

"Is something wrong, Carol?" Mark asked when she stopped in the middle 
of telling him her apartment number and what time to come.

"N-No ... no, nothing," she stammered, tearing her eyes from the 
brutish man whose leer she sensed more than distinguished at that 
distance. "I-I was just remembering a certain detail I forgot to take 
care of today ... I'm sorry.

"You were telling me what time and your apartment number," he reminded, 
his discerning mind detecting the falseness of her answer and wondering 
why.

"Oh yes, it's 1-B, and let's make it around seven for cocktails ... you 
do like a cocktail, don't you?" she said, straining to re-capture the 
warm mood they had shared only moments before.

"I thrive on them!" He laughed and shook his head as if thoroughly 
delighted. "You know, Carol, you're taunting me right where it gets me 
the most!"

"Oh ...? And where's that?"

"In my unbelieving head! Nothing this good has happened to me in three 
years ...!"

He hadn't lied to her, Mark thought later, as he moved knowingly around 
his own small, seedy apartment, making himself a pitcher of martinis, 
some crackers with cheese, then settling down in his easy chair. He 
heard Queenie's level breathing beside him and felt the reassuring 
closeness of her strong body against his bare foot. He flicked on the 
small radio and found his favorite FM station, while his mind raced. If 
only he could have gotten one look at her, for Christ's sake! He turned 
up the radio to drown out the clattering worthlessness of the air-
conditioner.

She had to be beautiful with a voice like that ... and she was 
certainly no hooker. Single, evidently, or maybe divorced like him. He 
took off his eye-shades and rubbed at his sightless eyes. Opening them 
again, he wondered how dead or vacant they looked. Were they still the 
same bluish tint? ... the color Nancy had told him she loved so much 
... the bitch.

He sipped at his martini, then popped a whole small cracker with cheese 
into his mouth. They'd told him the acid had never noticeably damaged 
the actual eyeball, only destroyed the thin lids, which plastic surgery 
had restored ... plus his sight, but he had no way of knowing that was 
true.

Shit, that was hardly important anymore! In three years, a man learns 
to live with a horror, just as he accustoms himself to the loss of his 
wife after seven years, the girl he comes to believe is a part of him, 
for richer or poorer, through sickness and in health, till death ...! 
Malarkey! Goddamn, what had gotten him off onto this tangent? He didn't 
want to think of that shallow bitch ever again! She was gone, on the 
other side of the continent, back in her Boston environment where she 
belonged, and he was well rid of her. More important things had 
suddenly, and so unexpectedly, happened to him!

The sound of Carol Dorsett's almost sensual voice and the delicate 
scent of her perfume shouldn't play any part in the picture, Mark knew, 
but he couldn't exactly get them out of Mm mind. Being sightless didn't 
destroy a man's desire ... and he'd still bet his life she was a 
beauty! All the same, he had a job to do, and he intended to do that 
first and foremost! Besides, she was probably only being sympathetic 
... lonely too, no doubt. But he'd hate to put up a man with good eyes 
as competition and let her make a choice!

To hell with that crap! It was just sheer luck that he'd met her, and 
not to take advantage of it would be stupid! She sounded trustworthy 
enough, but he'd have to probe that deeper tomorrow night. Either she 
had told him the truth, or she was one slick operating chick ... and if 
she was that, she damn sure wouldn't be wasting her time down in this 
end of town! No, she was for real, all right, and above all, he didn't 
want to get her marked! Christ, he couldn't protect her ... couldn't 
even protect himself, but his end hardly mattered. Maybe, he better 
think about it a little bit ... not be hasty and just get her uselessly 
involved ... She sounded like a dream, almost too out of date to be 
true! He smiled. Imagine that, he reminded himself, Mark Cannon having 
a dinner date after all these years? And with what had to be a very 
lovely young girl! Damn, he could hardly believe it! The lingering 
sound of her soft warm voice taunted his memory. He drained his glass, 
flicking the savory olive inside his mouth. What the hell, he realized, 
his stupid cock had begun to stir ...

*  *  *

Carol made herself a strong gin and tonic, poured a little Coke for 
Sultan and eased down into the only decent living room chair. She had 
to think things over. So much had happened to her in the last few hours 
that each unexpected, overwhelming incident seemed like a milestone in 
her too-uneventful life! Her lewd little episode with the handsome 
German shepherd beside her hardly seemed as if it had ever happened 
now, but she knew it really had ... and only hours before! Again, she 
examined her conscience as she sipped at her drink! No! No, she wasn't 
sorry ... nor ashamed ... and she wasn't about to tell herself it might 
not happen again!

And then there was Mark Cannon! He certainly was a very striking, 
desirable man, and seemed untouched by the self-sympathy his affliction 
could cause. Instead, he acted alive and young, quite aggressive in 
fact, ready to ignore his handicap if she would. Carol hoped she'd 
shown him it made absolutely no difference to her, and guessed that she 
had done just that by inviting him to dinner. She really wanted him to 
come. There was something about him ... appealing in every respect. It 
was difficult to think of a man like him never to have been married. He 
had to be thirty-two or three. Maybe, he'd tell her ... and she would 
tell him her own sorry story ... they would confide in each other ...

Then the memory of Ed White's frightening appearance in the park marred 
her pleasant revery, and Carol drank heavily from her glass. Why had he 
so suddenly loomed up? She hadn't rid herself yet of the thought that 
he must have been following her! There was something terrifying about 
that ugly man! She couldn't bring herself to believe that his being in 
the park was just coincidental! Yet, in broad daylight, even with 
Sultan beside her, he scared her.

God! Carol hardly knew what to think, except that she wanted to keep as 
much distance as possible between her and the landlord. How his wife 
Peg could ever stand him was beyond her! ... And then she again thought 
of her shapely brunette neighbor, and the almost incredible conclusions 
she'd come to earlier concerning Peg's lewd exploitation of Sultan. 
They seemed outlandish now ... cruel and hasty accusations she'd 
readily whipped up to lessen her own immediate guilt. No ... it was 
impossible ... not Peggy! She just wasn't that sort of person ... was 
she?



Chapter 3


Carol wasn't hungry. She fed Sultan and made herself another drink, her 
third ... or was it her fourth? It hardly mattered, she decided, the 
liquor's effects causing a warm, buoyant feeling to glow inside her, a 
pleasurable diversion she had almost forgotten existed. It had been a 
very eventful day, she thought, reviewing individually once more all 
the things that had happened, as she sipped her gin and tonic. For a 
change, there'd been a few happy things! She smiled down at the big 
German shepherd resting at her feet, a stimulated little tingle 
rippling in her belly when she remembered the lewd hour they'd spent 
together. Then, Mark Cannon came excitedly to mind, adding to those 
provocative stirrings ...

Suddenly the door buzzer sounded. For a moment, Carol hesitated as 
Sultan's throaty growl gave warning, mental reflections of Ed White 
racing through her mind. Again the buzzer sounded, and with a staccato 
urgency this time that she couldn't ignore. Carol set down her drink 
and answered it with her dog close beside her.

It was Peg White and she was crying, her face flushed and crumbled, one 
cheek noticeably redder than the other. Clutched against her breast she 
held a purse, and a sob choked from her throat as she charged into the 
room!

"Close the door and lock it, please, Carol! Hurry, before he knows 
where I've gone!" Peggy White gasped in a terrified voice ... locking 
the door herself when the blonde girl didn't react quick enough. "If he 
finds me, he'll kill me! I-I just know it! I've never seen him so 
raving drunk!"

Without asking, Carol knew that the almost hysterical girl was 
referring to her husband. "Wh-Where is he now?" she quickly questioned 
hoping to God he hadn't seen his wife come in there.

"I-in the apartment, still looking for this, I suppose!" Peggy 
whispered in a shaking voice holding up her purse. "I-I keep the rent 
money in here for the bank deposit. It's not ours, you know ... we have 
no right to use it, but that makes damned little difference to Ed! It's 
money ... and that's all he cares! Money to throw around in bars ... 
and to buy those slutty teenage bitches ...!"

Trembling, the distraught wife began to cry again and Carol tried to 
comfort her, putting an arm around Peg's shoulder and walking her 
toward the couch. "Here, dear, you sit down and let me get you 
something to steady you. You're safe here ..."

"As ... as tong as ... he doesn't know where I am ...!" Peggy sobbed.

"Don't worry. He can't get beyond that door, not with Sultan here!" 
Carol assured her. "Now you sit right there while I get you a drink, 
Honey. Then, we'll see what to do about this!"

The ugly brute had obviously slapped her, Carol thought, trembling 
herself as she poured straight whiskey into a small glass. The red 
welts from his big fingers were still embossed on the poor girl's 
cheek.

"Here, drink this, hon," Carol said, dropping down beside Peg to gently 
place a hand on the shivering brunette's shoulder as she handed her the 
glass. "Just sip at it ... would you like some water ...?"

"No ... no thanks, Carol. T-This is fine ... and I'm so grateful. I-I 
didn't know where to run to. He was like ... like a maniac when he 
couldn't find my purse ... but I'd expected this and ... and hid it in 
a different place!"

Carol didn't know what to say. She didn't want to be nosy, or get 
involved in the Whites' domestic problems, but ... "What're you going 
to do, Peggy? Will he get over it ...?"

"Oh yes ... by tomorrow probably," the still shuddering wife replied, 
sighing raggedly as if to shake the fearful quaking possessing her. "He 
always does. He'll be too hungover to carry on by then."

"But what about tonight? You just can't go back there and take a chance 
on him beating you?" Carol said. "He's probably furious by now!"

Again Peggy sighed, laying her bead back onto the edge of the couch, a 
little smile sardonically twisting her pretty mouth. "That ... is 
putting it mildly, darling! Ten years of experience with him tells me 
that he's in a murderous rage by this time, vowing to tear me limb from 
limb!"

"My God! Why do you put up with it, Peg?" Carol gasped in disbelief. 
"I'd call the police ... have him arrested ... anything!"

"I know ... I know, honey," Peggy said, lifting her head and drinking 
from the glass. "It sounds like the only answer, doesn't it, but it 
isn't. Believe me, it isn't! Any woman who has ever had a drunken, 
wife-beating man would quickly tell you the same. So, they're arrested, 
fined, and released ... and what do you suppose happens to the poor 
girl then? That's right, his vengeance is even worse,"

"Then, for God's sake, divorce him!" Carol exclaimed, reaching a point 
of exasperation.

"Divorce him ...? Oh ... I couldn't do that, honey!" Peggy replied, 
shaking her head. "You see, he really needs me ... and I love him!"

Carol stated at her, speechless. Well, so much for ridiculousness, she 
thought, draining her glass. What more was there to say? The anguished 
wife had pathetically said it all in six words which had struck a 
familiar chord in the divorced girl's memory ... he needs me ... I love 
him! Incredibly enough, Carol thought, I understand just how she feels!

"Here, let me get us another drink," she said, taking Peggy's empty 
glass and walking into the little kitchenette. Then, in a low voice 
that couldn't be overheard through the thin walls, she said: "You 
better stay here with me tonight, Peg. As you say, he'll be over it by 
tomorrow, or at least too sick to give you any further nonsense."

"Thanks, Carol, but ... but I don't want to put you to any trouble. If 
I can stay just a little while longer, maybe he'll have fallen asleep 
..."

"Don't be silly," Carol said, returning to hand her a second bracing 
measure of straight bourbon, then lowering herself into the chair 
across from her neighbor. "You know it's no trouble, The bed is big 
enough for both of us, and I've got an extra toothbrush and nightie. 
Besides, I wouldn't sleep all night worrying about you, and here we 
both can rest comfortably with Sultan protecting us ..."

Peggy White breathed out heavily once more, her radiant smile showing 
itself for the first time since she'd frantically entered the 
apartment. She set her purse on the couch beside her and said: "I'm not 
going to refuse again, darling. God knows, I'll be safer in here with 
you tonight, and especially with Sultan, as you say, to protect us ..."

The big German shepherd heard his name spoken a second time and raised 
his head to survey the two females. He studied them both for a long 
moment, noting that his mistress' face and eyes had taken on an 
unfamiliar laxness, while hers of the midnight hair were quickly 
beginning to appear the same. He listened to the soft sounds of their 
voices, then changed his position so that he could rest his head on the 
floor and watch them. The confusion which had tensed him at first was 
no longer in the room, the quiet sounds of their voices beginning to 
gently lull him toward sleep ...

How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal 
life, Carol wasn't sure, but she quickly found herself more than a 
little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl 
across from her. She listened intently to Peggy's intimate unburdening, 
as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

" I-I have to be loved, Carol ... physically ... sexually loved," Peggy 
whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking 
about it. "And ... and this is another form of Ed's brutality. Knowing 
how much and often I need it ... he denies me ... or at the very least, 
makes me beg him ... sometimes on my knees ... and I have to say it the 
dirtiest way possible ... like ... please fuck me, darling? Or, please 
shove your big cock up my hot cunt ... or, let me suck it until it cums 
in my mouth?"

"H-Has he always been this way?" Carol heard her own raspy whisper, the 
curvaceous brunette's candid revelations easily rekindling the tingles 
in her belly that the young divorcee had been experiencing before her 
buzzer had interrupted. She couldn't resist pursuing the rousing 
subject, and a much more relaxed Peggy White, under the soothing 
influence of the bourbon, seemed just as eager to discuss it.

"Oh God, honey, he was wonderful ... for the first eight years of our 
marriage! I couldn't have asked for more in bed! He not only has a big 
one ... you know, long and thick and hard, but ... but he knows how to 
use it to bring out the most in a girl! God ... honest, he makes me cum 
like ... like an earthquake! Not just once, but five, six, seven times 
...! At least, he did ... before we came here. In San Diego it was 
beautiful, Carol. We were so happy together. He had a good job with an 
electronics firm ... always came home after work ... and we owned a 
nice house ... Then, he met some people from below the border, you 
know, Mexico, some dark looking men who came to the house several 
times. The next thing I knew, we were selling everything to come here! 
I wasn't asked; I was told! Overnight, he was a changed man. That ... 
that was two years ago ... and here we are, right up until tonight!"

Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy's uninhibited description of her sex 
life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and 
loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him 
was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with 
Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. "The ... 
the teenagers you spoke of, Peg ... you mean those young girls who are 
all over the neighborhood?"

"I mean those little two-bit bitches, sluts ... cunts is what they are, 
honey!" the shapely, dark-haired wife vehemently exclaimed. "They'll do 
anything to get enough dough for their pot, or a fix! Only ... only two 
days ago, I took Sultan with me shopping. We came home in a taxi 
because I had so much to carry. Ed wasn't expecting me, and I found him 
on our bed with one of them! She couldn't have been more than sixteen, 
both of them naked and going at it sixty-nine, you know, sucking each 
other!"

"My God!" Carol gasped, the other's lucid description and four-letter 
words spiraling through her in a wave of sensuous heat. "Wh-What did 
you do?"

"Ranted and raved, of course, ordering the little tight-titted pig out 
of there! But she could hardly have cared less!" Peg said bitterly. 
"She was kind of cute in the face ... all over, in fact, with almost 
boyish hips, but full, white buttocks ... long, dark, straight hair, 
you know, streaming down her back, and the same curly wispy-like hair 
on her pussy! Damn, I could hardly blame Ed ... and you know what she 
said to me?"

"Wh-What?" Carol asked breathlessly.

"'Come on, Mama,' she taunted me in a little-girlish voice, 'Get naked 
and let me lick your cunt!'"

Carol couldn't speak; her throat was too dry, as if it had suddenly 
been swabbed with a ball of cotton. She drained her glass, welcoming 
the wet relief. "And ... and what did you say?" she almost blurted.

"Well, for a moment, I just stood there staring at the enticing little 
bitch while Ed laughed! 'Come on, babe,' he said, trying to goad me 
into it. 'We'll have a real party! If Dottie can eat pussy the way she 
sucks cock it'll be a blast-off for you!' And you know, honey, I almost 
did ... I mean, it wasn't going to be the first time for me! A 
girlfriend and I when we were in high school used to sleep together 
often, and licking pussy wasn't new, or disgusting. I was getting 
hotter by the second, but the fact that Ed brought her right into our 
apartment and bed was too much! I just began to cry ... and the next 
thing I knew, she was gone ...!

"Good Lord ... what an experience!" Carol breathed, sensing the 
moisture seeping warmly from between her swollen vaginal lips and down 
against the thin sheer nylon of her panty crotch-band. She squirmed 
down into the cheap chair cushion, welcoming its pressured hardness 
against the wetly tingling softness of her roused loins. She raised her 
glass to her lips only to remember it was empty. "Sh-Shall we have 
another ... and take it to bed with us, Peg?"

The vibrant brunette, once more herself, looked with an eyebrow-raised 
smile at her empty glass. "If you say so, darling. I haven't felt this 
good in months."

Carol laughed, a thousand things racing through her incited mind. She 
jumped up, took their glasses and tripped into the kitchen area. Peggy 
was still talking in that low, seductive voice of hers, but Carol 
wasn't paying much attention as she poured their drinks. Her thoughts 
were too filled with the sensual provocation of her sexy neighbor's 
lust-inciting admissions! She too had once known a girl like that ... 
Barbara Carter, from her old neighborhood ... but she'd never let her 
do it, and then Barbara had moved away!

Carol sliced lemon for her own drink as she pictured the way that girl 
Dottie must have looked naked with Ed White ... her small, rounded 
breasts, the swelling, teenage hips, the dark curls spreading out 
enticingly between her thighs ... damn, the mere thought was like some 
sort of aphrodisiac ... and that she didn't need! What was wrong with 
her tonight, anyway? Too much to drink, probably.

"Y-You can use the shower first," Carol said, handing Peggy her drink. 
"Come on, I'll give you a nightie."

The older girl clasped the hand Carol held out, holding it with an 
extra gentle pressure that didn't escape the young blonde's notice. "I 
don't wear anything ... if you don't mind," Peggy breathed warmly at 
her. "Carol ... are ... are you sure you want me to stay?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Of course I do! And ... and I prefer to sleep in 
the raw too!" the young divorcee almost gasped out. "Now ... hustle 
into the bathroom! I'll follow when you're through ...!"

Sultan watched them, on his feet now and following closely as they 
walked toward the bedroom. He saw them separate, the midnight haired 
one leaving the room while his mistress began to shed her covering. He 
sat down to look closely, the sight intriguing him. She would be all 
curved and white when she finished ... like her friend who had trained 
him well ... but, no, she was putting something over her, hiding the 
beauty he enjoyed looking at. Then she picked up the glass and drank 
from it. Her eyes were not normal. Her pretty mouth was pulled to one 
side. He whimpered ...

"What's wrong, baby?" Carol said, moving forward unsteadily to reach 
down and pet her darling's great head. God, she was drunk! She was! And 
deliciously so! Oh darling, don't hate your Carol, but ... but she just 
can't help herself! It's going to happen! I know it is! And ... and I 
want it to! It's really going to happen ...!

Peggy wore her bath towel around her, its upper ridge clinging and 
hiding no more than the tips of her full, thrusting breasts and 
dropping to her rounded, white mid-thighs. "Your turn, darting," she 
said, her liquor-glazed eyes flashing about the room as she moved into 
it, every place but on Carol!

 "I'll only be a minute," Carol said. "Make 
yourself at home, Peg ... hop in, or whatever. There're some magazines 
there under the night stand ..."

In the bathroom, Carol removed her robe and stepped in under the 
shower, wondering if she was losing her mind, or was there about to be 
another sensational milestone to wind up this day? Never in her whole 
life had she entertained more lustful thoughts or feelings than those 
possessing her at that very moment! Was she right about Peg? God, she 
was an admittedly passionate girl ... but did she really want to do it 
with a girl? How would she, herself, react when and if it came right 
down to the very moment ...? Oh ... she was so damned drunk she 
couldn't even think straight ... and hot ... like the teenage bitches 
... cunts,
Peggy had told her about!

Carol stared drunkenly at her own naked curves in the mirror as she 
quickly dried off, her usual hedonistic sensations more pronounced than 
ever. Yes ... it was going to happen! She just knew it was ... Peggy 
White was out there waiting for her ...!

She wore her robe back into the bedroom where Peggy lay already in bed, 
her bikini-striped nakedness modestly covered by the sheet drawn up 
almost to her chin. Carol saw her dark eyes sparkling as she watched 
the robe fall away. Somewhat embarrassed, Carol quickly slid into the 
bed beside her neighbor, not a word yet exchanging between the two 
women. Her cheeks felt warm with the little rush of blood excitedly 
coloring them at her own momentarily exposed nakedness before Peggy, 
and as she drew up the sheet, Carol sensed the warmth of the older 
brunette's soft arm beneath her as she lay back on the pillow!

Wild impulses spread like firebrands through Carol' desire-infused 
young body as she felt the arm gently drawing her into a cuddling 
closeness, Peggy easing over toward her, Carol's face on a level with 
the lush white mounds of the older girl's voluptuous breasts! Then 
Peggy's other hand began to caress the crown of her head, almost 
lovingly stroking her hair as she pressed Carol's unresisting face into 
the sweet-smelling resilience of her warm, full breasts, their little 
hardened nipples like ripened cherries ready to burst!

"Y-You have beautiful hair, darling ... like golden cornsilk," Peggy 
whispered, the heat of her breath like a torrid cloud floating down 
over Carol's brazenly nuzzling face. "Yes ... you're such a gorgeous 
beauty, baby ... and Peggy's going to love you to pieces!"

Carol felt her own arm moving as if of its own volition, her hand 
creeping over the soft, smooth flesh of Peggy's slender waist and 
around to clasp at the warm hollow of her back. Excitedly, she embraced 
the older girl, prepared to give herself fully to this unknown 
intoxication. She trailed her eager fingers over the warm vibrant flesh 
of Peggy's satin-smooth skin, returning to trace the path of her rib 
cage upward, until she brushed over the softly yielding ripeness of 
Peggy's milk-white breasts against her face.

Carol heard her friend gasp at the sensitive contact, and she raised 
her face, their eyes meeting to search into each other. She stretched 
out her long legs then, pressing her naked body tighter against the 
soft contours that molded so well to hers. Her hand spread in a gentle 
cupping caress over Peggy's firm, full breast, her own chest heavily 
rising and falling beneath as she Pressed against the brunette's softly 
undulating belly.

"Oh ... you luscious creature!" Peggy hissed hotly, breaking their 
embrace. "Move up here onto the pillow and lie on your back!"

Carol did as she was told, closing her eyes in feverish anticipation. 
She felt Peggy's soft hand move to the swelling mound of one breast and 
tenderly grasp it, sending a thrill of delight quaking over her waiting 
flesh. The sheet was brushed away, and both of them lay nakedly 
exposed, while Peggy's knowing fingers danced like feather tips over 
Carol's tingling body. They caught at first one tiny nipple, then the 
other, rolling and squeezing them with skilled delicacy, and the young 
blonde's sensuously aroused flesh began responding to Peggy's blissful 
erotic caresses.

Suddenly, Carol felt her passionate neighbor slipping downward in the 
bed. She popped her eyes open, raising her head to watch in excited 
anticipation as the older girl's voluptuous white curves slithered 
warmly downward on top of her, easing Carol's own legs and thighs 
insistently apart with the wedging pressure of her supple, shapely 
body. With her hands, Peggy spread the rounded fullness of Carol's 
trembling thighs even wider open until her blonde curl-sprinkled loins 
and pouting vaginal lips were completely exposed to the sparkling dark 
eyes gleaming hungrily down from only inches above. And then Peggy 
dropped her head, nestling her face into the soft, intimate hollow 
between the panting divorcee's widespread legs.

Immediately, the entranced Carol was swept up in a maze of erotic 
sensations which rippled through her smoldering loins and tremulous 
belly as she felt sizzling kisses along the heated flesh of her inner 
thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath, and the wet, searing contact of 
Peggy's tongue! Carol's breathing caught in her throat as Peggy traced 
the sensitive inner softness of her cuntal slit again and again, 
licking in long lurid strokes from the bottom to the top ... causing 
Carol to reflexively raise her naked loins to each maddening stroke of 
the magic, up-licking tongue!

Carol felt her tiny clitoris quivering erect and knew that it was 
peering out from its hooded canopy, swelling with the first stab of 
intensive sensation as the other girl's tongue grazed wetly over it. 
She expelled her breath with a ragged, hissing sound, slowly tossing 
her head when the lust-driven oral invader eased hotly in between the 
desire-flushed lips of her cunt, worming upward through the already 
wildly inflamed crevice toward the straining little bud of her 
clitoris.

The blonde girl's throat began to hum with unintelligible gurglings. 
She held her breath, then exploded it sharply at the electrifying 
contact of the obscenely exploring female tongue with her tiny erotic 
nerve center! And then came new delights as she felt Peggy's hands 
creep upward over the tensing muscles of her quivering belly, smoothing 
higher and higher to fondle and knead the nipple-hardened fullness of 
Carol's firm white breasts, while her open mouth became ravenous below! 
Hot and wet, with lush lips glued to the hair-fringed flesh of her 
seething pussy, Carol felt the stabbing wet heat of Peggy's lashing 
tongue laving and whipping her swollen pleasure-bud! Greedily the older 
girl began to possess the burning, fluid cunt beneath her, spearing and 
licking everywhere until it seemed to Carol's whirling brain that her 
lust-inflamed pussy had been invaded by an entire legion of squirming, 
raging tongues! But no, it was just a single tongue racing up the hotly 
throbbing channel of her clutching vagina, worming into the tiny slit 
of her urethra, returned to worry her aching clitoris with maddening 
precision, and then driving hard up into her sizzling cuntal passage 
again ... over and over until she was gasping and writhing in mindless 
ecstasy!

Ripples of lustful enchantment convulsed the naked flesh of the blonde 
divorcee's lewdly positioned body. Knowing hands taunted the heaving 
mounds of her palpitating breasts and tweaked their bursting nipples, 
while licking little flames of sensual fire tongued at the hot, fluid 
sanctuary of her offered cunt. Obscene wet sucking sounds filled the 
small bedroom and blended with Carol's desperate moans as she 
uncontrollably drew back her legs, thrusting her loins salaciously 
upward to bring the wild pleasure-giving tongue tighter into the 
hungering core of her naked flesh!

From his erect stance on the floor beside the bed, Sultan watched the 
pair of white-bodied female humans, confused by their odd positions, 
but not by the potent tangy scent strongly filling his keen nostrils. 
He well knew its meaningful aroma after long days spent in Peggy 
White's care, and his own animal loins responded heavily to its savory 
excitement. His ears twitched at the whimpering sounds coming from the 
bed, and a whine of want escaped his powerful throat. He moved closer, 
then hesitated, knowing he was denied the right of the bed ... but he 
had violated that right already once today and been accepted ...

"Ooohhh ... ooohhh Goddd, Peg ... Peggyyy ... it's too much!" Carol 
wailed in a thin high voice, reaching down to clutch at the short dark 
hair of her neighbor's buried head. "Uuuhhh ... it's so beautiful, 
darling! I-l never realized ...!" she gasped, knowing that her 
statement hardly made sense, but it did to her. She would never have 
dreamed that the lovemaking of another girl could so entrance her ... 
no, so Completely overwhelm her with its forbidden ecstasy ... that was 
what she wanted to say! But she couldn't say anything sensible, and it 
was no longer the liquor she'd drunk ...!

And then two things happened simultaneously! Sultan jumped up onto the 
bed, and Peggy's delicious tongue and mouth broke contact with the 
intensively fired cuntal opening between Carol's lewdly upraised legs! 
Carol gaped down at Peggy's lifted, glistening face almost pleadingly, 
and was ready to reprimand Sultan when the other girl said: "Has he 
ever done it to you, baby?"

The desire-crazed blonde stared at her in momentary confusion. "Who 
...?" she finally asked.

"Sultan!" Peggy hissed, her dark eyes becoming even more so. "No .. no, 
he hasn't, has he? I ought to know that ... because I had to teach 
him!"

Carol continued to gape down at the stunning brunette lying nakedly 
between her own widespread legs which she had slowly lowered to the 
bed. She tried to corral her thoughts through the liquor and lust 
infused emotions still controlling her obscenely sprawled young body. 
It registered then! She had been right before! Peg had used Sultan ... 
had "trained" him ...!

"You're in for one of the rarest treats of all, baby!" the once 
distraught wife who had burst into her apartment earlier, now whispered 
hotly. "He's beautiful! And he's your own sweet darling, Carol! Anytime 
you want him ... but you can thank Peggy for that! I-I hope you're not 
angry ..." she went on, raising up to her knees, her cherry-nippled 
breasts swaying tantalizingly over Carol's face, and then she was 
turning to pet the panting German shepherd who stood beside her on the 
bed.

Carol stared at the both of them, the feeling that they were closer to 
each other than she had ever been with her own handsome dog sparking a 
certain bitterness. But she could hardly concentrate on that, not with 
the passion Peggy's sensuous oral lovemaking had set off inside her! 
God, it couldn't end here ... like this ... she had to cum ... and Peg, 
being the passionate girl that she was, must have to know the same 
release.

"Are you ready for the thrill of your life, Carol baby?" Peggy 
lustfully whispered to her.

"Wh-What ...?"

"Get up on your knees! Go ahead, turn over and get up on your knees!" 
Peggy ordered. "That's right ... but spread your legs wider ... wider, 
darling ... God, you're beautiful that way! I could eat your pussy 
right up to your tits!" the dark-haired girl exclaimed as Carol climbed 
into the ordered position.

There was a tightness in Carol's erotically quivering belly as she 
lowered her face to the pillow, the vulnerability of her exposed and 
up-thrust loins behind giving her an obscene, naked feeling she had 
never known. She tingled inside from Peggy's lust-firing words, wishing 
that her friend would hungrily move in and really eat her pussy all the 
way up to her tits! Her tits ... oh, God, they actually throbbed in the 
lustful desire permeating her! And her cunt ... it was afire! What was 
this thrill of her life? How could her dog be the cause of it? What was 
going to happen next ...?



Chapter 4


"Prepare yourself, Carol honey! I promise you've never had anything to 
equal this!" Peggy hissed in a feverish whisper.

Her naked buttocks raised high and her tremoring thighs spread wide, 
Carol tried to twist her head with cheek still pressed against the bed 
to get some conception of what was about to happen behind her lewdly 
kneeling body. She saw Sultan standing with ears erect and open-jaw, 
his lengthy pink tongue hanging loose and to one side while his 
rounded, brown eyes gleamed at her salaciously displayed ass-cheeks. At 
the same time, she saw and felt Peggy's hands on the stretched ovals of 
her up-thrust buttocks, luridly spreading them wider apart.

"There, Sultan baby!" Peg's husky voice sounded. "Did you ever see a 
more inviting sight than that? Oh, Carol darling, you've got the 
tiniest pink asshole ever! Honest ... and I've just got to kiss it 
...!"

A passionate shiver rippled over Carol's naked body as she felt the 
older girl's face nuzzling warmly between the half-moons of her spread-
open buttocks ... then, the delightful sensations her moistened lips 
incited at they pressed hotly against the tiny, sensitive opening of 
her puckered anus. Her lewdly searching tongue tip followed to lick and 
probe, pressuring slightly into the reflexively clenching orifice, 
while Carol gasped in pleasure beneath the brunette's lascivious 
mouthing. Sultan's whimper floated to her ears, and then Peggy's 
delicious manipulations stopped.

"All right, all right, darling!" Carol heard her say. "Now it's your 
turn!" Go ahead while I hold her open for you! Come on ... move right 
up close, baby ... that's the boy ...!"

Automatically, Carol found herself trying to spread her straining 
thighs even wider, picturing narcissistically the obscene appearance of 
her own voluptuous nakedness in her mind's eye. She heard her dog's 
excited panting, and sensed his hot breath against the soft white 
mounds of her buttocks. Then, she felt his long, laving tongue 
slithering hotly into the smooth crevice separating them. Again, Carol 
moaned at the electrifying contact, immediate, feverish impulses of 
lust stabbed wildly through her warmly secreting pussy and quaking 
belly. What Peggy didn't know, Carol thought, was that she had already 
and most definitely been introduced to the heavenly wonders of her 
animal-lover's lust-quenching tongue! And why should she tell her ...? 
All that really mattered now was that she cum, and she wildly 
remembered the dynamic climax Sultan had brought her earlier that day!

She felt Peggy's hands lewdly clutching at her upraised buttocks, 
pulling the soft cheeks farther apart to give Sultan full access to her 
vulnerably gaping anus! His hot tongue wetly caressed it, then dove 
lower to splay open her tender blonde-fringed pussy-lips, grazing the 
seething pink cuntal flesh on its way to her hardened little clitoris. 
She gasped out in impassioned joy, trying to inch her knees even 
farther apart and open the pulsating pink crevice between her straining 
thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust ardently, 
sweeping in an obscene liquid flame through the sizzling wet inner-
flesh of her loins and flicking at the tiny grasping mouth of her tight 
vagina, stroking her hungrily offered loins to a still more intensive 
heat before he suddenly moved into an unexpected, astonishing position 
behind her kneeling form.

Carol tensed as her massive pet's furry body crowded in close against 
her upraised buttocks. She was abruptly aware that Sultan was standing 
on his hind legs, his powerful forelegs gripping at the naked flesh of 
her hips! God Almighty! He must be mounting her! She craned her neck, 
hardly raising her face from the bed to gape wildly back at him! There 
wasn't any doubt about it! He intended to fuck her ... just as if she 
were a bitch dog in heat .. and ... and Peggy was egging him on!

"That's a boy, Sully darling ... do it for Carol the way you did for 
me!" Peggy's husky voice luridly goaded. "Don't be afraid, Carol honey! 
It's beautiful and you're going to love it ...!"

Carol's desire-infused brain whirled with the incredulous salacity of 
it! She tried to catch a glimpse of her passionate neighbor's face, but 
Peggy had turned away ... was reaching for something ... her purse, 
Carol thought, giving up the effort as her breathing seemed to choke in 
her throat!

"Oh God, Peg ... I don't know! T-this is absolutely obscene ... being 
fucked by a dog!" Carol gasped back at her aroused companion.

"Yes ... it is, isn't it, baby!" Peggy licentiously whispered ... "And 
you're going to love it! Wait ... I'll fix the vanity mirror so you can 
watch!"

Oh God ... this in unbelievable! Carol's mind reeled, her naked young 
curves trembling to the erotic stimulation both Peg's and Sultan's 
lashing tongues had fired in her liquor-sensitized flesh. Then, in the 
mirror Peggy had adjusted for her, she stared at the sight of their 
lewdly locked position, sensually moaning at the lust-flaming 
reflection. The bestial obscenity of the huge German shepherd astride 
her widespread white ass-cheeks sent irresistible charges of seething 
passion raging through her quivering body!

Then Carol saw it, and she gasped at the breathtaking sight of his 
glistening scarlet cock slipping out from its long furry sheath, wet 
and red and hard, the tapered length waggling obscenely as it inched 
forward, its bevel-topped head reaching and probing the wet pink slit 
of her feverish cunt! She felt Sultan's powerful animal-body jerk 
against her smooth buttocks, saw his thickly dangling cock trying to 
penetrate the tiny mouth of her upturned vagina!

He whined aloud, almost in desperation, his forepaws making new demands 
against her naked hips as he jerked and stumbled on his hind legs, 
eagerly struggling to bury the sleek, throbbing spear of his raw animal 
hardness up inside her steaming human pussy-hole!

Carol stared at it all in the mirror, her own heavy breathing and 
Peggy's thundering in her ears. She shifted her lewdly elevated 
buttocks in little wanton circles back at the still growing dog-cock, 
hypnotized by its glistening red dance, the tension inside her reaching 
a near unbearable degree! Oooohhh yes ... yesssss, she wanted it ... 
her beautiful baby's long thick cock burning right up into the aching 
depths of her throbbing hot cunt!

"Help him, Carol! For God's sake, how can you stand the waiting?" Peggy 
gasped beside her. "Just watching is about to drive me loony! Go on, 
grab ahold of it and put it in for him ...!

Carol, with little mewling sounds unconsciously escaping her lips now, 
reached back between the yawning white columns of her thighs and 
grasped her pet's slippery hardness, spread the silken curls of her 
cuntal hair with its cone-shaped head, and guided the hot thick tip 
into her wetly nibbling vaginal lips! Spontaneously, the instinct-
driven German shepherd humped forward, bursting his solid cock from her 
grasp as he plunged deep into her acquiescing pussy channel. Wider and 
wider, he stretched the moist, sensitive passage, sending his flesh-
searing rod slicing cruelly up into the churning wet heat of her 
quaking belly!

"Unh, unh, unh, ooohhhhh Goddd!" Carol moaned as she felt herself being 
stuffed full to the brim in Sultan's unbroken forward lunge. She 
watched in the vanity mirror with bug-eyed fascination as the huge, 
scarlet length of blood-swollen dog-flesh slithered in with a fierce 
wet charge, burying itself to the very hilt in her shockingly stretched 
vagina! She both felt and saw her new lover's heavy, sperm-bloated 
balls swing savagely down, smacking flat against her blonde pussy-hair 
as her own breath burst from her lungs.

The painful sensation of inner expansion came with a delayed impact to 
explode through her obscenely impaled loins, forcing guttural groans 
from her half-open lips. "Oh ... oh, my God!" she moaned, her widened 
eyes gaping unseeingly as her panting animal-lover began to fuck 
rapidly up into her cunt from behind! Her head jarring against the 
pillow from his every powerful, breast-quivering charge, Carol tried to 
concentrate on the reflected sight of his long thick scarlet cock 
plunging wetly up between her open thighs as she began to move lewdly 
backward to meet his breathtaking, brute strokes!

Peggy's presence was suddenly obliterated as frenzied sensations of 
basic lust spread through Carol's sensuously slaving body heaving 
backward onto the relentless dog-cock skewering deeper and deeper up 
into her flame-filled belly from behind! Furiously, the huge German 
shepherd battered his loins against his mistress's supple ass-cheeks, 
his pulsating rod of flesh sinking each time to its full blood-hardened 
length up into the moistly sucking depths of her clasping vagina! 
Whimpering uncontrollably, Carol rotated her buttocks around and around 
the pleasure-giving shaft in a building wanton furor, grinding her 
greedily clinging vaginal sheath back over the length of piercing 
animal-cock in masochistic need.

The unmistakable beacon of her approaching orgasm flashed through the 
blonde's passion-crazed young body then, a fantastic promise of still 
greater bliss soon to come! It coiled through her seething loins like a 
showering burst of fireworks, and singed the underside of her trembling 
belly with its loin-tingling sensations. She moaned in lustful 
intoxication as the jagged edges of her mounting sensual rapture 
stabbed at her abdomen, and ogled the mirror to watch her darling's 
long, thick dog-penis wetly disappearing up between the soft whiteness 
of her absorbing buttocks, his savage fucking tempoed in rapid, 
pistoning strokes! She saw her own pink cunt-flesh moistly clinging to 
his huge, handsome hardness when he pulled out of her, then 
disappearing back up inside her hungry passage with every new thrust, 
his heavy, cum-laden balls solidly pummeling her unprotected clitoris 
below between the blood-swollen lips of her lust-inflamed pussy!

Carol's brain was spinning with the effect of such never before 
experienced carnality, her eyes feasting on the hedonistic spectacle of 
her full white breasts, suspended and quivering beneath her body as she 
raised partway up from the bed. In the mirror, they seemed to ripple 
like ripe mounds of lush, pink-tipped fruit before Sultan's 
breathtaking barrage! She saw the flailing veil of her long, ash-blonde 
hair as she tossed her head in a maddened cadence to the thorough 
fucking her darling dog was pounding into her, pleasureful moans 
hissing loudly up from her heaving chest!

"Oooohhhh ... my lover, Sultan baby! Fuck me, darling! Fuck your 
Carol!" she cried back at the panting, furiously humping dog. "Harder, 
baby! Harder ... oh, harderrrrr ...!"

The passionate, pleading tone to her voice let Sultan know he was 
pleasing her. He whined in panting response as he hammered 
instinctively up into her tight, slippery vagina from behind. He knew 
he was bunging her joy by the way she was thrusting her soft female 
cunt willingly back onto his aching hardness. The wet heat of her human 
vaginal passage was clenching greedily at him, even more so than hers 
of the midnight hair had done, and his blood pounded hotly through his 
straining body for her.

He felt the dribbling wetness against his throbbing loins as it 
trickled down the soft, smooth backs of her thighs from where he was 
locked into her loins. His tongue hung loose and dripping from his open 
jaws with the fierce pressure growing inside his raging loins. And 
then, he saw the midnight haired one's naked white body crawling upward 
on the bed toward his mistress's face, but he hardly paid any 
attention. Only his roaring hardness thundering up into the hotly 
milking core between his golden-haired mistress's long, white legs 
meant anything to him.

"Is it beautiful, Carol baby?" Peggy leaned down to whisper close 
against the impassioned divorcee's flushed young face. "Have you ever 
had a more filling, capable cock fucked into you by any man? Be honest, 
darling, have you?"

"0h ... oh no, Peg. I. it's beautiful ... tremulous! Oh God ... he's 
driving me mad with it ...!" Carol gasped, her long blonde hair 
flailing as she tossed her head from side to side in unhidable rapture. 
Vaguely, she realized that Peggy was positioning herself supine right 
beside her bead on the pillow, spreading her shapely white legs wide 
apart and inching her curved hips downward until her dark, curl-covered 
loins were directly below Carol's face. Then she lay partway back, her 
hands stroking down over the smooth white flesh of her belly and hips, 
moving inward with extended fingers toward the pouting, hair-fringed 
cunt-lips so erotically placed there!

Fascinated by the added, lustful sight, Carol tried to hold her head 
steady, a next to impossible feat with her darling German shepherd's 
huge cock pummeling her with trip-hammer velocity. Her mouth watered 
with unfamiliar, lewd desire as Peggy's fingers slowly spread her own 
fleshy, cuntlips apart from either side, the pink inner-flesh 
glistening moistly as it clung and then separated viscidly before 
Carol's avid stare.

Peggy held her pussy lips open so that the soft wet inner folds were 
completely revealed in a lewd pink shimmering display, her pulsing 
clitoris quiveringly erect, the tiny slit of her urethra clearly 
visible, while the secreting oval of her vaginal mouth worked hungrily 
in search of something to fill it. The raven curls bordering the pink, 
desire-moistened flesh contrasted sharply with the smooth whiteness of 
her heaving belly and widespread thighs, and it was all more than Carol 
could resist!

"Don't be afraid, darling ... you'll love this, too!" Peggy hotly 
whispered. "Go ahead ... lick Peggy's cunt for her while Sultan fucks 
you with his big cock! That's right, baby ... snuggle your pretty face 
right down in there close and ... and lick me to death, you luscious 
girl! Don't be afraid ... do it, hon, do it ...!"

Carol was too overcome with lust to be afraid! Her hesitation as she 
slowly lowered her face closer and closer toward the older girl's 
nakedly waiting loins was only to feast her eyes on the lascivious 
sight. She hadn't ever been this close to another girl's pussy, had 
never even touched one other than her own!

Then Peg's hands moved away, letting the resilient outer-lips of her 
cunt fold back in to kiss each other, leaving just a slender pink slit 
that was even more entrancing to her. Carol studied its long, tongue-
beckoning line downward to where it joined the rounded white ovals of 
her buttocks just above the crinkled circle of Peggy's tight little 
anus. A heady essence ... a perfumed spice of desire-filled heat stung 
her nostrils then, causing them to flare excitedly as she felt the 
older girl suddenly reaching beneath her to cup her swollen, nipple-
straining breasts. A white-hot flame of lust raged within Carol as she 
greedily spread her passionate neighbor's flushed cunt-lips open with 
her thumbs, and mindlessly thrust her tongue greedily into the 
simmering liquid flesh!

While Peggy's voluptuous body squirmed in naked pleasure and moans of 
lust-incited joy gurgled up from her throat, Carol's young brain 
whirled in the overwhelming passion seizing all control from her cock-
stuffed body. She whimpered into the hot, fluid flesh of Peggy's wide-
splayed cunt in time to the maddening dog-tucking she was getting from 
behind, while her eagerly exploring tongue licked and probed its way 
all over the pungent-tasting secret hollows of Peggy's pussy flesh. It 
raced up inside the older girl's seething vagina, feeling the pulsating 
clasp of her inner walls as she rotated her lewdly invading tongue. 
Then she wiggled the very tip wormingly into the gasping brunette's 
tiny urethral slit, taunting it for a full minute before dropping down 
to do the same to the puckered little rectal opening below. Finally, 
with a long up-sweeping lick, she hungrily centered in on Peggy's 
frantically palpitating clitoris, alternately caressing and stabbing at 
the tiny erect bud, sucking it between her soft, ovalled lips to gently 
nip and worry it with the edges of her even teeth.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" the dark-haired girl groaned in lustful 
torment. "Ooohhhhh ... shove your fingers up my pussy and ass-hole 
while you lick it, honey! Both together! Please ... it drives me wild!"

A series of screaming little sensuous impulses shot through Carol's 
erotic nerve centers at her neighbor's lewd request. She was incited as 
much by the thought of what it must feel like to be so obscenely 
ravaged as she was by the licentious thought of being the aggressor! 
With open mouth and lips immersed in Peg's wetly streaming cunt, Carol 
excitedly placed the thumb and middle finger of one hand at the two 
intimate orifices. Gently forcing first her middle finger, she slipped 
its tip just inside the tightly resistant opening of Peg's anus, then, 
insinuating the other in her hotly nibbling vaginal mouth, 
she plunged the pair of stiffened fingers obscenely up into the 
writhing girl's two burning channels!

"Aaaauugggghhh ... God yessssss! That's it, baby! Ooohhhhhh ... finger-
fuck me hard, darling!" the older girl begged, her voluptuous body 
jerking convulsively as it began a lurid rhythmic undulation up against 
Carol's enveloping mouth and salaciously plunging fingers. 
"Ooooohhhhhh, harder, darling! Fuck them hard ... and ooohhhhh ... bite 
my clitoris! Eeeeiiii ... like that! Like that! Oh, honey ... I'm going 
to cum in a minute ... ooohhhhhhh ...!"

Cum ...? Cum ...! God almighty! Carol's mind screamed inwardly. I'm 
going to shatter into a million pieces any second! She could feel 
Sultan's thickly expanding cock still plowing without cease into the 
soft hot depths of her churning belly with its hard pointed tip! Her 
burning pussy-channel was totally stuffed with its rampaging hardness, 
her feverishly clasping vaginal walls working in a rhythmic spasming 
action around the long thick shaft of dog-flesh as if it were a 
separate entity from the rest of her lust-crazed naked body! Her loins 
throbbed unbearably from the wild incessant pounding his sperm-bloated 
balls were giving them. She was nothing short of being on the verge of 
sensual insanity ...

"Oooooohhh now ... I'm cummmiinnnngggg ...!" Peggy screamed, her hands 
frantically winding in Carol's long blonde hair as she smothered the 
younger girl's face tighter against the wide-split opening of her hotly 
spewing cunt!

Slave-like, Carol gave herself completely to the pleasure-bringing 
task, knowing the heavenly delight the other had to be reveling in as 
she fucked her fingers brutally up into the wet, clutching heat of 
Peggy's spasming cunt and anus! Gently she tongue-stroked the straining 
little bud in heir mouth, while her stiffened fingers continued to 
plunge in and out, in and out ... and then she had to stop!

She raised her own head and cunt-smeared face to choke out a throaty, 
animalish cry. Her glazed eyes grew round and unseeing. "Oooohhhh! It's 
too much! I'm going wild ..." but her voice choked into a strangled 
mixture of sob and ragged sigh, her head beginning to toss frantically 
up and down, her long, ash-blonde hair streaming as she began the first 
erotic contractions of a violent orgasm! Wildly, she skewered her 
undulating buttocks back onto Sultan's long thick cock in sluttish 
frenzy!

The first seizure struck her with all the force of a lightning bolt and 
she slammed her naked ass-cheeks back hard onto the deep-thrust red 
animal-cock with a desperate lunge. Simultaneously, Sultan fucked 
forward with a deep growl, his massive animal hardness beginning to 
spew its scalding dog-sperm deep up into her madly churning belly in 
long hard spurts!

"0h God oh God I'm cum ... c-cummmmmiinnnggggg!" Carol whimpered, her 
jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the eruption 
exploding like a boiling geyser in her soft white belly and loins! She 
threw her head from side to side in the ecstasy of her release ... at 
last gaping at the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum 
oozing whitely from her clenching cuntal mouth still milking hungrily 
at her beautiful German shepherd's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets 
of their sticky white fluids ran hotly down her smooth inner-thighs ... 
and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, 
her face nestling against Peggy White's cum-flooded loins as a sigh of 
ultimate pleasure slowly escaped her lips ...



Chapter 5


Sunshine brightened her bedroom. Carol opened her eyes to it, looking 
vacantly around until she saw Sultan's big, stretched-out form on the 
floor beside her. As always, his presence gave her a warm, protected 
feeling, but then as she lay there open-eyed for a short moment, an 
unpleasantness began to spread through her.

Her head throbbed. She remembered it was Saturday ... and then, she 
began to recall much more. Abruptly, the blonde-haired girl sat nakedly 
upright in her bed and glanced over at the empty space beside her. The 
indentation in the pillow was evidence enough if she still needed it! 
Peg had been there ... there was even a strand of dark brown hair 
clinging to the pillow slip!

The whole shameful picture came flooding back in waves of shocking 
mental scenes, like something out of a pornographic book, her resisting 
brain rejecting each and every sequence at first, then reluctantly 
admitting to their individual truths as she began to vividly remember. 
But in final hope for escape, the naked girl kicked back the sheet and 
looked down between her spread thighs at the cum-soaked blonde curls 
tightly sprinkling her young loins. With discerning fingers, Carol 
began to examine, immediately detecting the bruised soreness of her 
fleshy vaginal lips, and then the more intense irritation of her 
sensitive vagina! God, he had! He had done it to her! She'd let Sultan 
fuck her ...

Her own dog!

In itself, the knowledge that she'd allowed her beautiful pet to make 
love to her played a very unimportant part in the guilt Carol Dorsett 
felt as she came from the bath after showering for a full thirty-
minutes. It was the realization that all of her other mentally recalled 
scenes were just as true ... those forbidden acts with Peggy, and they 
had been utterly obscene ... it was those shockingly lewd memories that 
were tearing at her self-appalled mind!

She'd been drunk ... not to blame! Peg had taken lustful advantage of 
her! She was a lesbian, of course, and knew how to seduce a normal girl 
under the influence of liquor! She, herself, had been the perfect dupe, 
passionate and hungering for sexual love ... what else?

God, she could never face that girl again ... not after what she'd done 
... licking her cunt and sticking her finger up Peggy's anus ... 
actually sucking her clitoris when the older girl was cumming! Not that 
the act itself was so bad ... but the way Peggy had lured her into it 
when she was drunk ...!

Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes 
unfolded graphically now again and again in her self-deploring mind, 
the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for 
her to eliminate as the unwanted knowledge of her unnatural acts with 
Peggy. Beside her lay Sultan, looking up with innocent eyes, waiting 
for just a word of love.

"Oh darling, Carol isn't angry with you!" she said, hunching down to 
stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts pulling too snugly 
against the sensitive soreness up between her thighs. She straightened 
up and slipped on a loose, over-blouse. In a way, she was sorry now 
that she'd asked Mark Cannon for dinner ... but how could she have 
known that this was ever going to happen?

Sultan rose to his feet and lovingly brushed against her. The feel of 
his heavy body rubbing hotly along her thigh made her remember again. 
God, what a breathtaking experience her darling had been! Even with all 
the rest ...! Peggy had been right!

"Come on, baby? Let's go get some breakfast," she smiled down at him, 
the aspirin she'd gulped beginning to soothe the ache in her head. 
"Jonny used to say that nothing is as bad as it's painted ... and 
maybe, it isn't. Come on, darling, let's cook up a bushel of eggs and 
bacon ...

*  *  *

Mark Cannon sipped at his third cup of coffee. He always enjoyed one 
before breakfast, one during, and then any number after. He smoked a 
cigarette and stared toward where he knew the window was. He was still 
not convinced that he ought to use her. She could be vulnerable as 
hell, especially against the likes of the people he wanted. But ... but 
where did his loyalty lie? What did he know about her? Supposing she 
was just another neighborhood hooker with a more refined approach? 
Maybe she was hung-up, too. These bitches had habits they'd kill for. 
He ought to know that! Yeah ... you ought to know that, Mr. Cannon! 
You've got no eyes, remember? And it was just one such darling little 
bitch who had thrown the acid that destroyed them!

Mark sighed and drew at his cigarette. He hadn't slept worth a damn, 
his brain working overtime trying desperately to form an image of what 
Carol Dorsett looked like. He knew she was tall from where her voice 
had sounded when she walked beside him. He doubted that she was heavy 
because of her Iight footfalls and smooth, measured step. But such 
things as facial features, body contours, short or long-hair, blonde, 
brunette, redhead, or ... or bald, dammit to hell ... those were the 
things that drove him damned near mad!

A man didn't forget what female beauty was like in three years, 
especially such a lusty bird-watcher as he'd been. Christ, if he'd ever 
known that this affliction had been headed his way he would have 
stocked in a mental library of female pulchritude! To look at a 
beautiful face again, heavy young breasts, the rounded curves of 
touchable hips and buttocks, a well-turned calf and trim ankles ... 
God, what he wouldn't give! He shook his head in the inner anguish 
eating at him.

Nancy had been a beautiful girl, Mark remembered, not wanting to but 
unable to help himself. A man denied sex as long as he had been was apt 
to think of the young, curvaceous wife he had enjoyed it with so much. 
Oh, there were plenty of whores around he could have for the going 
price, cheap enough too in the crummy neighborhood, some of them mighty 
cute little bitches, he'd wager, but his years in the department, to 
say nothing of the teenage hooker who had blinded him, had left him 
cold and bitter toward them. Their callused commodity destroyed any 
beauty they might possess ... and like everything else, a man could 
learn to live without it ... up until the point where a sultry voice 
like Carol Dorsett's made all his red corpuscles stand up and nudge 
each other. Dammit!

He thought of Nancy again, visualizing her naked beauty, her long 
chestnut hair streaming down her tapered, white back ... the full up-
thrust of her perfect, dark-nippled breasts. God, what a slender waist 
she'd had, and the sweeping flare of those hips and voluptuously 
rounded buttocks! He remembered her long legs, the fullness of her 
white thighs ... and the vee-shaped mass of dark pubic curls up 
between! Sonofabitch ... he was going to drive himself right up the 
frigging wall!

He tried to put her out of his mind, not a difficult task when it came 
to any sense of feeling for her, because that was long dead, but from 
the standpoint of sex ... yeah, there was the rub! Damn, how she'd 
loved to fuck ... or suck ... or anything else that had to do with a 
man's cock! He doubted that he would ever come across another like her, 
not with her beauty and insatiable hunger for bed romping. Oh, 
somewhere she had sisters-in-kind running free no doubt, but they 
weren't for the likes of a blind-man ... anymore than she had been, 
once he'd gotten out of the hospital and come home to sit in a chair 
and stare in numbed bitterness at a wall he couldn't see.

Maybe he shouldn't blame her. What a hell of a life to offer a girl of 
twenty-eight, a handicapped husband of the same age, with nothing to 
look forward to but a paltry police pension for the rest of their life. 
It was no damned wonder she'd wanted to get out and go to work, the way 
he had sat around for an entire year feeling sorry for himself ... but 
on the other hand, she could have waited a little longer for the 
adjustment period to run its course, too. Instead, she'd started moving 
out on him, going by herself to parties when he refused, and finding 
male escorts from the office where she worked.

At first, it hadn't bothered him too much; he'd been so goddamned 
concerned with his own self-pity, but sitting alone two and three 
nights a week had given him long, lonesome hours in which to think, and 
what he'd begun to conclude wasn't good. The loss of one sense makes 
the others keener, including that of character insight. He'd seen it 
coming. In bed, on those rare occasions when he'd begun to feel like it 
again, she had turned into a dead-assed log ... no response ... nothing 
there. It wasn't hard to figure: She was fucking someone else, one of 
her office friends ... maybe all of them!

One of the boys in the department, Mark had known he could confide in 
had chased it down for him. Of course, he'd been right ... except there 
hadn't been any office, or "friends," just a simple long list of 
"johns!" Sweet Nancy had joined the ranks of bitches fucking for gain! 
She'd become a whore!

The day he'd filed divorce papers, he had also left for New Jersey and 
a seeing-eye dog school, the one move that had saved him from losing 
his buttons altogether. Thinking about it now, he reached down and 
petted the big, faithful animal at his feet, a feeling of warm 
affection flowing through him.

"Well, at least we've got each other, Queenie," the handsome, thirty-
one year old man smiled at his inseparable companion and guide. "And 
that's more than a lot of people have. But ... I'll be honest with you, 
girl, I wouldn't be the one to kick a luscious young lady out of bed, 
should such a creature happen along." He rubbed the big German 
shepherd's ears, the way he knew she liked it. "Man, how I wish you 
could talk, Queenie; then you could tell me with detail exactly what 
our charming Miss Dorsett looks like. Well ... we'll make it a point to 
find out more tonight, eh? In the meantime, let's heat up the coffee 
again. I can use another cup before we head out after our bottle of 
wine ... And what does one drink with meatioaf, girl ... white or red

*  *  *


Breakfast did wonders for Carol. She even found herself blaming Peggy 
White less and less for their lewd little party of the night before. 
After all, it did take two willing girls to complete the act, and she 
hadn't exactly been a reluctant one from any stand point ... but it 
could never happen again! She was no lesbian and wasn't about to let 
herself become one, either. There were too many handsome, desirable men 
in the world, and one of those very young men was coming to dinner 
tonight, she remembered with relish, anything but sorry now that she 
had invited him.

She had been so right, though, about Peg and Sultan, and that thought 
raising mixed emotions inside her. Even though had it not been for her 
passionate neighbor's lustful educating of the big darling she would 
never have known the forbidden pleasure he could and would bring her 
whenever she wanted, at the same time Carol jealousy resented the 
shapely brunette's sneaky seduction, when she was supposed to be 
looking after him for her. But that would never happen again, either! 
She still didn't know what she would do with him while she looked for 
employment, but he was definitely not going to be left with Peggy ...

"I wonder, baby ...?" she said aloud, reaching down to toy with his 
ears as she thought. "Mark Cannon might consider it. I could pay him a 
little bit ... so much per day ... I suppose he could use the money; 
everyone can ... and that raises a question. I wonder how he exists, 
where his money comes from? He must have an income of sorts ... and he 
can't be too well off or he wouldn't live in this horrible section of 
town."

Suddenly Sultan growled his deep-throated sound that Carol had learned 
to recognize as an alarm of sorts, and she glanced down at him just as 
the buzzer gave her a start. Who could that be this early? She looked 
at her watch, surprised to see that it was five minutes short of eleven 
o'clock.

"Come on, baby, let's see who it is," Carol said, moving toward the 
door with the unsavory image of Ed White immediately forming in her 
mind.

It was Peggy ... neatly dressed in a summer suit, looking somewhat 
haggard even with the benefit of carefully applied makeup, though Carol 
could understand that. She hadn't felt like any morning-glory herself a 
couple of hours before from all the liquor they'd consumed the previous 
night. But she hardly gave her neighbor's appearance much 
consideration; it was difficult enough for her just to face the girl 
after what they'd done, and she knew she was shamefully blushing ...

"I-I can only stay a minute, Carol," the attractive brunette said, 
closing the door and leaning back against it, her hands resting behind 
her on the knob. "I-I had to say good-bye to you before I left. I might 
be back ... I don't know ... but it occurred to me that you'll have to 
make some other arrangements for Sultan ... and ... and I couldn't go 
anyway without telling you that I'm sorry ... terribly sorry ... you're 
such a beautiful, lovable girl ...!"

Carol could only stare at her unexpected caller with open mouth, her 
own shamed feelings forgotten. Myriad questions began to rush to the 
forefront of her puzzled brain, but before she could ask the first one, 
Peggy said:

"I'm leaving Ed. I don't know whether it's for good or not. Right now, 
I hardly know what I'm doing. I'm going to visit my mother in Kansas 
... at least for awhile ... a month, maybe longer ... maybe forever!"

" Peggy! My God What's happened ... or ... or can't you tell me?" Carol 
gasped, her voice lowering to a near-whisper as she tried to search the 
girl's face for answers, a sudden feeling of being left very much alone 
in an undesirable situation welling up inside her.

"No, darling ... I can't tell you ... that is, it's better if you don't 
know!" Peggy answered. "It's something I learned only this morning, and 
all this time it's been going on ... I just never realized it!"

"B-But you can't tell me what it is ...?"

"It's better, baby, that you don't know!" the tall, dark-haired girl 
whispered. "But ... but as soon as you can, move out of here ... and 
get away from Westland, Carol! You don't belong here! Promise me you 
will?"

"Yes, yes, of course ... I already intended to do that as soon as 
possible ... but ... but you're frightening me, Peg!" Carol admitted. 
"And ... and I don't know what it is that I'm supposed to be frightened 
of!"

"Oh God ...! I wish I could tell you, but for your own sake I can't, 
baby!" Peggy said, tears glazing her eyes as she moved forward to 
warmly clasp hold of Carol's arms. "Please forgive me ... for 
everything, love, including last night? I should never have let it 
happen ... for your sake ... but I couldn't help myself! Just ... just 
don't hate me, Carol! Get out of here as soon as you can ... today if 
possible ... and everything will be all right! Do you understand me, 
baby? Get as far away from here as you can!"

"Peggy ...!" Carol choked out for lack of knowing what else to say. 
"Please ... you can't just run off like this ... I'm in a fog! I ... I 
can't just pick up and move like that ... today! What is it? My God, 
you've got to tell me ...!"

Instead, the ravishing brunette kissed her fully on the lips, hugged 
her tight, then swung away to jerk open the door. "Good-bye, Carol 
darling ... and please ... don't hate me ..."

"Peggy ...!" Carol called after her as the other quickly walked to her 
own door where two heavy valises sat, picked them up and hurried toward 
the entrance of the building without looking back again!

Slowly, Carol closed her door, locking it. God, she wasn't about to 
chase after her! Her brain swam. Excerpts of the older girl's words 
raced pelt-mell through it, some of them making sense, others making 
none at all! She went to the front window in time to see a taxi-door 
close, and the vehicle suddenly speeding off! An unpleasant emptiness 
filled her lower stomach. What was it Peg had been too frightened to 
tell her ... and what was it that could make her leave Ed White this 
morning, when last night it had been he needs me ... I love him ...?

A clammy chill shivered frighteningly upward along Carol's spine. She 
looked toward the building down the street where Mark Cannon lived. 
Somehow, there was reassurance in knowing she had a friend there ... 
for outside of Sultan, she didn't have another in the world at that 
very moment!

Extremely upset, Carol backed away from the window and walked to the 
small kitchenette, the powerful German shepherd's ever closeness 
rallying her. Thank God for him! She would be lost, utterly and totally 
lost! Mark would understand that. Yes, more than anyone, he would 
appreciate her feelings! She set the coffee-pot onto the burner to re-
heat, then reached up into cupboard to find what was left of the brandy 
she'd bought months back. She had to think ... to try and decipher some 
meaning from Peggy's alarming statements, as well as calm herself 
enough to do it, and spiked coffee sounded like the remedy.

Carol lighted a rare cigarette and finished her first coffee royale, 
blending a second as for the fourth time she went back over the extent 
of their short conversation to the best of her ability. She had 
arrived, at some very definite conclusions. Either Peg had found Ed in 
bed with another one of his teenagers, or he had threatened her to the 
point where she didn't dare stay in the apartment with him any longer! 
Whichever the actual reason, it hardly mattered. The poor girl was a 
hundred-percent better off away from the likes of him ... even though 
she, herself, was going to miss Peg very, very much. Oh, not from the 
sexual point. Last night had been one of those unbelievable single 
episodes that might happen in any person's life, but it was over and 
done with, and she wasn't about to ever let it happen again!

And Peg ... the darling ... saying ... don't hate me ... please forgive 
me for

everything ... I couldn't help myself ... please, don't hate me ... and 
then kissing her the way she had. She blamed herself for the whole 
affair ... the beautiful angel. In all truth, she wasn't anymore to 
blame than this blonde vixen who had wanted it all to happen as much as 
Peg had ... and it had been an experience Carol would never forget, 
thanks in part to her animal-lover beside her ...!

Her spirits bolstered by the brandied coffees and the brilliant 
sunshine pouring through the window, Carol began to enjoy lighter 
feelings, no less sorrowed by Peggy's abrupt departure from the scene, 
but more and more stimulated by the thought of handsome Mark Cannon 
coming to dinner. Outside of Jonny, she couldn't remember when a man 
had so appealed to her ... and Jonny was long gone, almost forgotten. 
Could something come of it ...? Why not ...? It could if they both 
wanted it to ... and more and more, for her part, Carol was thinking 
that she did ...



Chapter 6


At six-thirty, Carol finished making her canapes. After considerable 
thought, she had splurged and bought two beautiful steaks, foregoing 
the meatloaf bit as definitely not being up to the occasion. She had 
fractured her budget, but somehow she'd balance it out, or maybe her 
alimony check might be early this month ... if it came at all. Anyway, 
she wasn't going to think about that. They were going to have baked 
potatoes and tossed salad, and just to be on the safe side, she had 
bought a bottle of good red wine. Moreover, she'd decided to dress her 
best for him, choosing her black, mini taffeta affair which was 
backless, consequently leaving her without a brassiere. It was really 
the nicest thing she had left.

She wished he could see her. She looked damned alluring, if she did say 
so herself. The tiny ebony cameo she wore at the hollow of her throat 
on a matching black ribbon did remarkable things for the deep valley 
between her soft, white breasts, but he couldn't know that either. 
Carol knew that she'd gone all out for him, wearing very little 
actually---just sheer black bikini panties, a frilly half-slip and the 
short black dress itself. it was too warm for pantyhose, besides, her 
legs were tanned enough to give the impression of them ... but of 
course, that too he wouldn't see. All the same, half of any battle was 
in the knowing you had done your own part ... or should she call it 
"Conquest?" Yes ... that was exactly the way it was shaping up, whether 
she was ready to admit to it or not!

The excited blonde girl couldn't resist haunting the front window to 
see if he was coming yet. A half-dozen times she went to her bedroom to 
add finishing touches to her long golden hair and the little makeup she 
wore. And it was during one of those trips that the buzzer sounded, 
Sultan whimpering with wagging tail rather than offering his usual 
deep-throated growl ...!

"Before we sit down would you like to familiarize yourself with the 
surroundings, Mark?" Carol asked, surprised that she could even think 
straight with the giddiness she immediately felt at the sight of him. 
God, he was such a strikingly handsome man, the slacks and sport jacket 
he wore fitting his tall athletic frame to perfection. Even Queenie 
looked as if she might have been curried for the occasion.

"Why ... yes, I'd like that, thanks," Mark answered, pleased at her 
thoughtfulness. Few people realized the feelings of a blind person 
walking into strange settings. He held out the bottle of wine, the 
sound of her voice as provocative as he remembered. "The wine," he said 
with a smile.

"So, you did remember," she said, admiring the absolutely perfect knot 
of his tie and the neat cut of his starched white collar.

"Of course. Didn't you think I would?" he continued to smile.

"Oh ... men are sometimes forgetful," Carol said with a soft lilt to 
her voice. She took the bottle from him. "But you don't appear to me to 
be the type. Now, supposing we unleash Queenie so that she and Sultan 
can get to know one another and I show you around ... and it won't take 
long, I assure you."

Mark laughed, bending down to remove his guide dog's harness, "It's 
probably a great deal like mine. Most of these older apartments in this 
area are pretty much alike."

Carol watched the two animals move across the room with tails wagging 
and ears erect. She took Mark's hand, the strong warmth of it sending a 
little tingling impulse through her as it dominantly closed around her 
small one with a pleasing pressure. "There are only the three rooms and 
bath," she explained, leading him slowly and pointing out the position 
of objects and their arrangement. "Every room needs painting, and the 
furniture is early shabby-atrocious."

The feel and size of her soft, smooth hand inside his own excitedly 
transmitted much to Mark. Already, his mind's eye was forming a clearer 
picture of her, the delicate fragrance of her closeness adding sharply 
to it. Christ, she had to be lovely ... and that made it all the more 
confusing! What was a young vivacious girl like her doing wasting time 
with him ...?

"And last, but not least, as the cliche goes, this is the bathroom, Mr. 
Cannon," she was saying in a sprightly tone. "The tub and shower to 
your left, sink on the right, and straight ahead, you know what ... So 
... now that you've taken the guest tour, shall we return to the 
drawing room and tap the martinis?"

Mark laughed. "Sounds like a winner, Miss Dorsett ... and may I ask 
where the animals are and what they're up to?"

"Well, they're lying down in the corner side by side and seem to be 
watching us," Carol replied, her hand still inside his as she led him 
back to the living room area, reluctant to break the contact.

"Do you get the feeling we're being chaperoned?" Mark whispered.

"I hadn't thought of it that way," she whispered back. "But now that 
you've mentioned it, we are being observed closely ... so behave 
yourself, sir!"

"I'll do my best, he lied," Mark joked with a grin and Carol laughed 
lightly with him.

"Sit here on the couch, Mark," she invited. "It's the most comfortable 
place in the establishment. There's a table with cigarettes and ashtray 
right beside you, and if you'll excuse me a minute I'll go fetch the 
goodies."

The sound of soft music surprised Carol as she prepared the tray and 
she looked in from the small kitchen to see that Mark had walked to 
where her little transistor radio sat, had turned it onto a particular 
station, and was now confidently returning to the couch. The sight of 
him so tall and straight dominating her living room caused warm 
sensations to flutter through her belly. It had been so long since 
she'd enjoyed the company of a man, she'd almost forgotten how exciting 
just their presence and companionship could be ...

"I took the liberty of finding us some listening music," Mark said, 
looking directly up at her in such a way that it was difficult for her 
to believe he couldn't see. "Are you a music lover?"

"Very much so," she answered, moving the cocktail table in front of 
them to set her tray on. "I usually have the radio playing when I'm 
around the house, but ... I'll be honest with you, Mark Cannon, your 
coming tonight has had me in a dither all day, and I'm lucky if I've 
done

"My coming ...?" he repeated, her admission taking him completely by 
surprise, but pleasantly so. "I-I'm afraid you've lost me, Carol ... I 
don't understand. Why should my coming ...?"

"Because," she interrupted, "you are the first man I've been alone 
with, dated or entertained since my ex-husband, and that was over a 
year ago. So ... now you know that I'm just a shy girl at heart ... and 
here's your martini," she said in that voice that set his blood to 
racing ... or was it what she said?

One more item filed itself into his brain, though: she had been married 
... He felt her weight ease down onto the couch beside him, perhaps a 
foot away. The beady essence of her perfume filled his nostrils. 
Christ, just to get one split-second glimpse of her ...!

"Now, what shall we drink to ... the steaks in the kitchen waiting to 
be broiled?" Carol suggested. "May they be ever as tender as the 
butcher promised me?"

"Steaks? I thought we were having meatloaf ...?"

"I felt like splurging," she said, smiling at his unexpectant 
expression. "As I said before, Mr. Cannon, men haven't been frequenting 
my life ... or my apartment ... so, I wanted it all just right."

Mark swallowed tightly, the sound of her voice and what she was saying 
like some sort of effervescent potion that was making his brain fuzzy. 
He found his voice. "In that case ... let's drink to us, Carol," he 
said, his words almost a deep whisper as he raised his glass.

"All right," she answered, softly. "I like that toast, Mark ... to us 
...

"To us!"

He felt her hand covering his glass then, removing it from his fingers 
and then catching at his hand. He sensed her weight shifting on the 
cushions beside him and puzzled, Mark waited as she lifted his hand 
upward toward her face!

"I have the advantage on you," she breathed between them. "I can see 
you. Would you like to find out what the girl beside you looks like ... 
down to my neck, that is? The rest you'll have to take my word for ... 
and it's 38-26-37 ..."

Christ! He just couldn't believe it! This girl was something else, 
almost anticipating his every wish ... and damn, she was lovely ... 
skin like satin, a perfect nose and lush, soft lips ...!

Carol held her breath as his sensitively discerning fingers brushed 
lightly over her face. When he touched her eyes, she told him they were 
green, and when his warm perceptive fingers danced over her lips she 
said that her mouth was too large. He laughed, those seeing fingers 
tracing her cheek-bones downward to her neck, and suddenly examining 
the little cameo at her throat. She described it to him, and then he 
was exploring her hair, learning its length and the way she wore it.

"It's sort of an ash-blonde," she told him, "maybe dizzy, too."

"I doubt that," he answered, the sound of his increased breathing 
reaching her. "Y-You're beautiful, Carol! Has anyone ever told you that 
... besides your husband, I mean?"

"No ... not even my ex-husband. He wasn't given to compliments in my 
direction," she answered as he slowly, almost reluctantly drew his hand 
away from her face. She picked up his cocktail then, and gave it back 
to him. "Besides, it is an exaggeration, but I love you for saying it, 
Mark. Now, there're some canapes right in front of you on the table, 
and a whole pitcher of martinis to be done away with. Shall we ...?"

"Willingly ... but I'm not finished learning about a girl named Carol 
Dorsett, right from the day she was born to this damned minute!" he 
said, still breathing with an increased loudness.

"And what about a certain man named Mark Cannon?" she questioned, 
delighted with the intoxicating mood their relationship was weaving 
around them. "I'd like to know about him ... right from the day he was 
born to this damned minute!"

"All right ... that's a fair exchange," he replied, reaching for her 
hand and waiting for her to give it to him, the almost forgotten 
sensations of arousal the mere feel of a girl's soft warm touch could 
bring leaving him drunk with happiness. But this wasn't the little, 
willing hand of just any girl ... it was Carol's ... and for a moment 
it seemed that he'd been waiting a lifetime for her ... that he'd 
always loved her ... and then, she began to softly tell her story ...

Twice, Carol refilled their glasses as they unfolded their histories to 
each other, the liquor helping to loosen their tongues when the more 
intimate details were touched on. She learned that Nancy was beautiful 
and loved sex, and she confided that once she and Jonny had shared a 
similar relationship. She held his big hand between both of hers, her 
fingertips lightly brushing over the short hairs on its back, until 
she'd nearly kissed it with tears in her eyes when he told her of how 
he had lost his sight. The horror of it ... and Nancy becoming a 
prostitute, too ... dear God, it was a wonder he hadn't lost his 
sanity! How he really needed someone ... a girl to love and look after 
him ... just as she needed a man to share a life with ... and here they 
were together ... finding each other ... she knew it was happening! 
They were falling in love ...!

Two hours had passed, the room shadowed in a soft veil of darkness as 
they continued to speak softly, still holding hands, yet not as much as 
a single kiss having passed between them. The martini pitcher was 
empty. Carol had never felt so beautiful within as she did sitting 
beside this handsome man whose hand she lovingly held, listening to his 
gentle, masculine voice, while romantic strains from her little radio 
continued to float around them. More than anything, she hated to break 
that enchanting spell, but it was after nine and she hadn't even put 
the potatoes on to bake ...

He drew her to him, then, his hands suddenly slipping upward along her 
naked arms to her shoulders, warm and gentle, but demanding hands that 
caused Carol's breathing to shorten, while impulsive thrills of delight 
raced through her belly! Their lips met, not fiercely, but with 
exploring warmth as her arms slipped around his neck and his open hand 
smoothed down over the exposed flesh of her back to draw her tighter 
against him! Then, the fervency of his kisses grew more ardent, 
pressuring down onto the receptive moistness of her own lips, opening 
them slightly ... but he went no further ...

"I-I think maybe I better get out to the cooking department," she 
whispered, her breathing as heavy as his when they finally broke their 
kiss, neither anxious to release the other.

"Yeah ... maybe you had at that," Mark said, finally emitting a deep 
sigh, and withdrawing his hands. "I-I hope you're not angry ... I just 
couldn't resist the temptation."

Carol smiled excitedly to herself. She reached to him, brushing her 
hand meaningfully over his smooth-shaven cheeks. "I-I think I'd have 
been angry if you hadn't, darling," she said, quickly eluding his grasp 
when he started to move forward again. "Unh-unh ...not now ... maybe 
later on a full stomach, Mr. Cannon," she teased, and then she was 
flicking on certain soft lights for her own benefit and at the same 
time watching the little smile of anguish tugging at his handsome mouth 
...

She made him another martini and he could hear her singing along with 
the music while she prepared dinner. There was no longer any doubt in 
his mind where his loyalty lay. If ever a guy had a case on a girl, he 
did! He called the dogs over to pet and play with in an effort to calm 
himself down. He hoped to hell she hadn't noticed, but his cock had 
been as hard as a billy-club! There was no way he could bring himself 
to use her ... it could get too dangerous, and he wasn't about to have 
anything happen to her now that he'd just found her! Damn, what a 
luscious creature ... and she'd called him darling! She felt it, too, 
he was certain of it! And ... and what did she mean, maybe later on a 
full stomach, Mr. Cannon ...? What later? Christ ... did she mean ... 
all the way? Why not? She was 28, been married, and ... and hadn't 
known a man for over a year! Damn ... should he try? Did she want him 
to ... him ... blind as a bat ... could it be for real ...?



Chapter 7


Her dinner turned out superb! After, they finished the wine and held 
hands across the table, both knowing for certain now where their 
beautiful evening would end up. Carol couldn't shake the feeling of a 
new bride on her wedding night, once she had given herself entirely to 
the delicious desire of wanting it to happen. Mark was beside himself 
with the churning pressure building in his too tong denied loins, but 
he was gallantly controlling it, though unable to hide it.

The voluptuous blonde girl couldn't keep her eyes from the telltale 
bulge swelling the front of his slacks, and she was well aware when she 
drew him up from the couch to dance with her that there was no turning 
back!

"Y-You know what you're doing to me, don't you?" Mark whispered hotly 
down into her face as he gently enfolded her inside his arm, holding 
her other hand, yet unable to take the first step. "You're ... you're 
just about driving me toward rape, baby! And cops aren't supposed to do 
that!"

"Ex-cops, darling," Carol answered, her voice as hushed and raspy as 
his, "and ... and I don't believe it'll be rape ...

"Christ!" he hissed through his strong, white teeth. "I must be losing 
my buttons ... three years, Carol ... three years it's been! I-I think 
I love you, but ... but I'm not sure! I might say anything right now 
...!"

"I know, I know, Mark ... so don't say anything ... just kiss me ...!" 
He did, hungrily this time, his mouth crushing down against her soft 
moist lips, engulfing her as if he were about to devour her! His tongue 
knifed out to slice between her teeth and into her warm, responsive 
mouth, his big hands immediately smoothing down her back to encase the 
firm, fleshy ovals of her buttocks, to caress and cup as he drew her 
soft belly and loins up tight against his rigid cock.

"Oh goddamn! I'm going to make love to you until neither one of us can 
walk!" she heard him gasp, the long, thick length of his desire-
hardened penis throbbing hotly against her trembling belly. She 
couldn't hold back the short breaths of passion escaping her lips as 
they molded to his, the beautiful, lewd promise he had just made 
dancing wildly in her brain, along with the heavenly feel of masculine 
assurance pledged solidly against her lust-incited flesh.

"Where ...?" he choked. "For God's sake, I can't wait any longer!"

Carol reached behind her and took his hand. "Come on ... in the bedroom 
... like normal lovers should ...!"

"What about the dogs?"

"They're happy, too, darling ... still taken up with their steak bones. 
Come on! I'm going to make you keep that promise!"

Make him keep it, Mark thought, his brain spinning crazily, She 
couldn't hold him off now with a club! He heard her snap on a light and 
waited, still holding her hand. When she faced him, he moved in on her 
once more, pressing her willingly yielding young body tight to him, his 
lips lowering hotly to hers, his tongue again probing the sweet, moist 
heat of her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting the vibrant 
contours of her body flow into his.

"Now ... I'm going to find out for myself about those 38-26-37 
statistics, baby," he whispered, "and remember ... I see with my hands 
...! Then ... then I'm going to fuck you and fuck you ... just as I 
promised!"

"Oh ... oh darling!" Carol mewled, sensing his blood-engorged hardness 
palpitating hotly against her snuggling belly and loins, her breasts 
heaving with their tiny, stiffened nipples smashed against his strong 
chest. "Let's hurry and get naked! Then you can find out anything ... 
everything you want to know about me for yourself ...!"

Mark didn't hesitate, quickly beginning to remove his clothes. There 
were no modesty hang-ups in his lust-infused brain, he mused, breathing 
heavily as he stripped naked and stood there, feeling his swollen cock 
poling out from his loins as if a leaded weight had been tied to the 
end of it! He heard her breath catch above the rustle of her clothing, 
and he moved toward the sound.

"Darling ... darling ...!" Carol hissed, her eager eyes feasting on the 
long, thick length of his cock and the bloated sac of his testicles 
hanging handsomely between his strong thighs. She shamelessly grasped 
his bobbing penis in a gentle hand as he came close to her, curling her 
fingers around its rigid hotness and feeling him jerk and gasp at her 
touch. His hands reached for her and she stood perfectly still, 
knowingly beginning to stroke the pulsating length of his thick sinewy 
cock while his discerning fingers swept over her trembling naked 
curves. At last, he lowered his head, cupped the full mound of one 
rounded smooth breast and sucked its tiny, straining nipple deep into 
his hot mouth! Carol swayed with erotic rapture, and he had to catch 
her in his arms to keep her from losing her balance.

"Now, to the bed, little girl ... you gorgeous armful ... before I cum 
right in your hand!" Mark warned with a quick intake of breath.

"You better not!" Carol whispered, kissing him quickly and drawing him 
over toward her bed and then down partially on top of her. "There're 
better places than my hand for that, lover!" she added, hugging his 
muscular body tight to her breasts and shivering with the sensations of 
burning desire building deep in her quivering belly and feverishly 
moistening loins.

But she was hardly prepared for the lustful hunger that abruptly took 
charge of her new friend. His eager mouth was suddenly all over her 
face and throat, his lashing tongue charging deep into her open mouth, 
his big hands kneading the resilient white flesh of her sensitive 
breasts, twisting and rolling their tiny nipples with an almost savage 
craving that took long moments before she began to fully comprehend. 
Like a starved animal offered food after a famine, his strong hands, 
which she knew to be gentle, ravenously searched and explored the most 
intimate hollows of her susceptible young body.

Carol whimpered with passion in the face of his obvious need, her 
impulse to please and satisfy him now more intense than any craving of 
her own! It was bordering on maternal, she thought, as she hugged and 
loved him, smoothing her own small hands possessively over the hard, 
muscular flesh of his handsome male body! Oh God! Yes! She loved him 
... loved him!

Mark groaned and writhed like a boy in a man's frame on top of her, 
almost whining with pleasure when he bit at her neck, and she spread 
her long legs wide, urging his naked body over between her claiming 
thighs where she wanted him. "Hurry! Mark lover! It's been so long for 
you! Let me do it all this first time! Don't even think of me ... just 
yourself! Fuck me hard, darting, and fill me with your cum! Please ... 
I want you to ...!"

Drawing her legs back, Carol reached down between their hungrily 
pressed bodies, his searing breaths like a blowtorch against her 
breasts. Never had she been so filled with warm, passionate love as at 
that moment when she levered her hand down between her widespread 
thighs to find the raging hot thickness of his beautiful penis! And, as 
her fingers closed around its blood-hardened girth, she knew that, at 
last, all things were about to come true for her ...!

To Mark, her soft hand curling once more around his frantic rod of 
flesh was enough to push him over the edge! He felt her working his 
sensitive foreskin back and then guiding the rubbery head inward toward 
that most sought after of secret places between her legs! Then he could 
feel the hot nibbling warmth of her cuntal mouth and the soft, tickling 
curls of her pussy-hair grazing his cock-head as she slowly insinuated 
the spongy tip ... and then she seemed to freeze, as if waiting ...!

 "0h darling, darling she whispered ... losing the words in a groan 
which broadened as he lunged his hard-pressed cock furiously hard up 
into her!

Her moist cuntal heat clasped around his aching cock like a seething 
wrap of hot fluid resistance, and he gasped aloud as he began to thrust 
mindlessly into her upturned pussy-mouth in long and urgent strokes 
that filled her receptive vagina to greater and greater depths!

Beneath him, Carol's pinioned body quivered and trembled, her pebble-
hard nipples branding into his chest with a tight, burning pressure. 
Her soft hot belly brushed against the tensed muscles of his own, and 
her strong, full thighs clamped and unclamped around his hips, holding 
and releasing him as the clasping inner flesh of her cunt sucked and 
pulled at his lust-driven cock with a passion he had forgotten ... or 
perhaps, never known!

"Oh ... oh Christ!" he groaned, sensing the seething, velvety sheath of 
her inner cunt squeezing and sucking along the full length of his love-
starved rod of hardened penile flesh. He wasn't going to last two 
minutes at this rate ...!

"My lover ... my lover! Fuck your Carol, darling!" she spurred him on 
in raspy sensual whispers, bucking and writhing beneath him as she 
hugged him down tightly to her. "Don't try to hold it back! Cum in me, 
precious ... shoot it all right up into my hot belly!"

Her face moved from side to side beneath his seeing fingertips. Tiny 
indentations appeared on her lush red lips where her teeth pressed them 
in moments of intense passion. Then every so often her gasping mouth 
came back against his, her teeth nipping at his lips, her tongue 
sucking his deep inside.

"Goddamn ...!" Mark choked, pulling back. "I can't hold it back, baby! 
Christ ... I'm going to cummmm ...!" he blurted as he pounded his 
blood-inflated cock deep up into the burning sanctuary of her churning 
belly with long and savage strokes. He could feel the boiling sperm 
ready to burst from the reservoir of his over-bloated balls as they 
beat a harsh tattoo against the cheeks of her upturned buttocks. He 
thrust his plundering tongue to the depths of her throat, and, with 
greedy, kneading hands, reached down to clutch the widespread ovals of 
her ass-cheeks, hauling them up hard against his fast-driving pelvis, 
slamming his now spewing cock brutally up into her unresisting cuntal 
channel!

"Ahhh ... yes! Lover! Yesss! Fill meee! Fill mee with your hot love-
cum!" Carol wantonly urged him on, at the same time feeling the erotic 
bubbling taking place inside her own loins as the turgid, pulsating 
head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared larger and began to spurt! 
She could feel the streams of white-hot semen shooting far up into her 
nakedly clenching belly with the force of molten fire, churning around 
her dilated vagina in a growing pool long-desired love.

Oh, how she wished she could cum with him at that very moment, but she 
couldn't ... she couldn't ... not yet ... almost, but not quite! 
Ooohhh! Her eyes closed and all the time he was cumming inside her, her 
mouth worked and quivered and her neck strained as she threw back her 
head with the intensity of her passion ...

And then, panting heavily, his strong, muscular body collapsed on top 
of her while she continued to hold and caress him as she lay there 
beneath him, neither of them speaking for several minutes. Finally, 
Mark rolled part-way off her, but she wouldn't let him go entirely, 
even after his limp penis slid wetly back out of her still nibbling 
vagina. Instead, she cradled him there between her wide-open thighs and 
drew his head down to rest against the softness of her rising and 
falling breasts.

"W-Was it good, darling?" Carol whispered, running her fingertips over 
his cheek, then lovingly through his hair.

"Damn ...!" he sighed. "It-it was ... was ... hell, there's no way to 
describe it, honey ...! I just wish it could've been all the way for 
you, too, the first time ... but ..."

"Shhh ... don't start apologizing. Can't you tell how happy I am?" 
Carol whispered into his eat. "My belly is filled with your love, and I 
wanted it to be, darling ... and now, you're relaxed ..."

"For a minute," he replied, his cheek pressed into the soft, resilient 
warmth of her full breast. He kissed the smooth, yielding flesh from 
the side of his mouth, then teased it with his tongue as he moved 
closer to the tiny hardened nipple, sucking it between his lips in the 
same sideways manner. "But I'm a long way from being finished, little 
girl, as you'll see in a minute."

"MMmmm," she mewled, embracing his head tighter against her naked 
breasts, her desire-filled young body gently squirming beneath him. 
God, how had this wondrous man ever happened her way? She loved him ... 
there was no doubt in her mind ... and she would make him love her! She 
ran her fingers through his dark wavy hair while his tongue and lips 
nibbling and taunting at her bursting nipples sent delightful thrills 
spiraling through her. "Mark ...? Yesterday, when we first met there in 
the park ... did you even remotely think we might be lying together 
like this ... and the very next night, at that?"

"I-I wouldn't even have dared to hope for such a spectacular when I 
walked up to your door tonight!" he answered in his gentle voice. "I 
still can't believe it. Things like this don't happen to a dumb blind 
cop ..."

"Stop talking like that, darling," she reprimanded, brushing a ringer 
over his lips. "You may be blind, but, to me, you can see everything 
more beautifully than anyone I've ever known. And you're anything but 
dumb, my lover ... Besides, that's ex-cop ... isn't it?"

For a moment, Mark didn't answer. He hadn't been all that truthful with 
her, had he? In fact, his original plans had involved an entirely 
different use of her, not that he wouldn't have accepted this lusty 
development in passing, but what he hadn't counted on was falling in 
love with her ... and he had damned sure done that! "No ... not quite, 
Carol ... Oh, I haven't lied to you, but I haven't told you the whole 
truth, either. I'm still connected with the police department, working 
on limited assignments where I can be of value."

"My God! Isn't that dangerous for you?"

"No more than for anyone else, and my blindness makes a good cover ...

"But ...?"

"But be quiet and let me finish," he said. "I have to tell you this. 
Yesterday, when we first met, I was friendly because I thought I could 
use you. And the more we talked, the more certain I was. You were 
situated perfectly, living right here in this building. And then when 
you invited me to dinner ... well, that was when I intended to offer 
you the proposition ...

"What proposition ...?"

"I'm not finished yet. Just listen to me for a moment," be insisted. 
"Then, yesterday, after I got back to my apartment, I couldn't get you 
out of my mind. Your voice haunted me. I tried to picture what you 
looked like ... even wondered if you were a classy hooker, but that 
didn't fit with you living in Westland ... and, pretty soon, I didn't 
know what to think ... except that I didn't want to take a chance on 
getting you involved. I could hardly sleep last night thinking about 
you, and today ... well dammit, my brain just kept going around in 
circles! Then, tonight ... and now this ... making love, lying here as 
we are ... I know now ... I'm in love with you, baby ... honest!"

He moved up and kissed her then, their arms clinging tightly around 
each other's naked body, the depth of their feeling flowing from one 
into the other with warm, passionate vibrance. But, when he raised his 
head, Carol said, "What was that proposition, darling?"

"It doesn't matter now ...

"Yes, it does matter! If it's so dangerous, then you shouldn't be 
involved! Besides, you said I was perfectly situated, living right here 
in this building. Please, Mark, I'm going to be frightened if you don't 
tell me," Carol pressed. "What were you expecting me to do?"

"Well ... actually, very little," he replied, wondering how brilliant 
he was being in telling her. "I ... I just wanted you to keep an eye on 
the next apartment ... you know, the manager's, and record the number 
of people who come there each day, something of what they look like, 
and if the same ones kept coming back. The department would've paid you 
...

"You mean the Whites' apartment?" Carol asked, wanting to be sure.

"Yes ... but it doesn't matter now. I don't want you to get involved. 
It might be dangerous ..."

"Then it's dangerous for you too!" she repeated, a cold little chill 
shivering over her naked body as she visualized Ed White in her mind. 
Then, several things clicked in her brain. It did seem that Peggy's 
buzzer rang a great many times every day ... and she had left this 
morning in such a fear-filled hurry, warning her to leave there ...! 
"Mark, this morning, Ed White's wife left him. She was haggard and 
frightened ... came over to say good-bye to me, and ..."

In detail, Carol related the story, but was careful not to hint at 
anything that might give away her forbidden episode the night before. 
Certainly, that skeleton was better forgotten and swept into the 
closet! He listened to her every word in silence, then said, "Peggy was 
right, Carol. It's best that you leave here as soon as possible ..."

"No! I won't unless you give up whatever it is, too!" she insisted with 
a firmness that made him realize she was no clinging vine ... and maybe 
he liked that.

"I can't baby; it's my job ...

"And mine from now on is to look after you! I'm going to stay right 
here and help you! After all, what's so dangerous in peeking out my 
door whenever I hear their buzzer ring? No, Mark, I'm not leaving here 
until you go with me! I'm going to help you!"

Mark couldn't do anything but smile down at her, she was so damned 
emphatic about it ... and maybe she was right. It would only be as 
risky as she made it, and she had a damned good mind ... nothing stupid 
in that beautiful head. But just to think that she wanted help was 
enough. Christ, what a luscious creature! No girl had ever come close 
to turning him on the way she did---not even Nancy---and this was only 
the beginning! He kissed her and began to stroke his hand down over the 
curved nakedness of her round, full breasts, exploring again, but more 
discerningly this time. "I won't say no, honey ... but let's talk 
later, when I don't have all this soft loveliness to distract me ... 
and this time, it's your turn, little girl."

"Oh lover! Mark lover ..." Carol moaned as she felt his long thick 
penis stirring against her thigh once more. She slipped her arms up 
around his neck while he eased his tongue between the waiting moistness 
of her lips and she began to suck gently on it, nibbling with tiny 
sharp nips and feeling with her fingers the muscular shudder that moved 
up his naked back.

Mark felt her squirming to work one leg between his, then felt the 
pressure of her smooth, warm thigh against his swelling cock, banging 
it quickly to a renewed, hurting hardness. He grunted, feeling the 
seminal wetness from its tiny end-slit smearing against her leg.

"Mark ... Mark ... You've made me so happy! I-I want to know every 
wonderful inch of you!" she whispered, her fingers toying at the back 
of his neck, her warm breath beginning to increase in tempo against his 
face. She let him move back in between her yawning legs once more, 
loving him cradled that way on top of her. She kissed him, darting her 
hot tongue wetly up into his mouth, and then in and out in a lewd 
little semblance of what she really wanted. His big hands trailed down 
her sides following the symmetrical contours of her waist and hips and 
finally beneath her to the smooth fleshy ovals of her buttocks, cupping 
the rounded mounds in his palms and splayed fingers. She clung 
excitedly to him, then stroked her own hands down over his lean, hard 
flesh, searching eagerly into the private hollows of his body. Her head 
swam with the thrilling delight of their finding each other ... of that 
very moment ... of her fulfillment to come! Oh, how she needed him ... 
how she was always going to need him ... how she would love him forever 
and ever and ever ...!

She squirmed again beneath him, whispering for him to move his legs on 
the outside of hers once more and he did, his long thick hardness 
pressing hotly against the supple flesh at the juncture of her thighs, 
its blunt bulbous head splitting the narrow hair-fringed slit between 
her cunt-lips to gently nudge at her tiny clitoris. She undulated her 
hips to increase the wild erotic stimulation and then lifted them while 
she moved her arms around beneath her buttocks and, with the fingers of 
both hands, spread her flushed wet vaginal lips open wider to him, 
offering a greater tensing contact for his cock with her love-
sensitized cunt-flesh. Then she dropped back onto the bed, his 
throbbing hot length caught tightly up between her hotly pressuring 
thighs.

Mark's brain began to swirl again with the sensuous pleasures of her 
voluptuously inviting body. Christ! He'd forgotten it could be like 
this, that a man could completely lose all sense of perspective once he 
lay caught between a lovely girl's legs, and she was surely the most 
enticing female he'd ever known! He trailed his hands over the soft 
curves of her naked body again and again, unable to get enough of her, 
while she began a slow rhythmic undulation with her hips and buttocks. 
He could feel the long, smooth muscles and tendons beneath her satiny 
flesh ripple lightly, and thought again with lustful anticipation about 
how her thighs had felt pressing firmly around his hips only moments 
ago when his pulsating cock had been buried deep up between them.

She mewled like a kitten beneath him, mashing her lips up against his, 
writhing her smooth, flat belly tight to his own, her long nails 
sensuously taunting the flesh of his back as he drew her hot, cum-
drenched loins more snugly up to his. He tasted the delicious sweetness 
of her passion-heated mouth while he moved up and down slowly, the full 
length of his desire-hardened cock insinuating itself along her wide-
split cuntal flesh and massaging it to greater and lewder wetness with 
every passing second. Again, he caught her lush ass-cheeks in the palms 
of his hands, feeling them grow taut and then relax as she began a more 
frantic rotation up against his crazily throbbing loins, until abruptly 
those long, shapely legs showed their strength, pulling out from 
beneath him on either side, flailing into the air and finally 
encircling him to press crab-like against the backs of his thighs in an 
effort to lock him tighter into her body.

"Oooohhhhh ... now, lover ... now! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me before I 
go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her labored breath hot on his 
face, her hand worming down between their obscenely aroused bodies to 
grasp his aching cock and guide it properly into the tight little mouth 
of her quivering vagina.

Mark grunted as he felt her fingers close around his blood-swollen 
hardness, unable to hold himself back any longer. With a decisive 
movement of his raised hips, he drove forward with a resounding fleshy 
smack deep up into the sizzling heat of her greedily absorbing cunt.

"Ooooohhh!" he heard her whimper with pleasure beneath him, while the 
amazing tightness of her vagina sheathed his bursting cock with a 
feverish hold that raised another guttural grunt of delight from deep 
in his throat.

He thrust hard, sending his Just-starved cock farther up into her 
burning cunt with hellish force, driving and pounding, the flow of her 
cuntal secretions coating his shaft with a slippery frictional wetness 
that drove him wildly on. He felt the bloated, spongy knob of his cock 
pummeling up against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside, while 
his re-inflated balls swatted hard up between the undulating cheeks of 
her buttocks.

Carol wailed with the pleasure-filled pain, writhing in a moment of 
unexpected brief agony as the huge head of his thundering hardness 
punished the secret depths of her ravished belly. But it was the way 
she wanted it ... the way she had learned to love it ... the way Johnny 
had always fucked her ... the way she had feared she would never know 
it again! With open mouth, she whined uncontrollably, but her little 
cry of torment only seemed to incite her policeman-lover toward greater 
lust as he drove harder, grinding his hairy pelvis hard into the fleshy 
give of her soft, vulnerable loins. She felt him flexing his deep-sunk 
penis at the very apex of his stroke to raise a further groan of 
masochistically desired pain from her lips ... then he paused 
momentarily, and she gasped for breath, running her clutching hands 
over his naked flesh in joy-filled hunger.

Little purling sounds of lust continued to tumble from her lips as she 
lay beneath him completely subjugated to his meagerest whim, entirely 
impaled on his love-famished, cock-flesh probing the intimate depths of 
her churning belly. Mark panted like he might if he had just run a 
mile, looking down at her as if he could see her. Oh Christ, what he 
wouldn't give if he could! He brought one hand up to tenderly read her 
facial expression, his lust increasing when his brain visualized the 
wanton look of slave-like passion his fingertips found there! God! What 
a breathtaking creature! Nancy could never have even stood in her 
shadow ... and she loved him ... loved the way he was fucking her! A 
feeling of almost sadistic intoxication swept through him, causing him 
to flex the inflamed, blood-engorged head of his aching cock again and 
again, knowing that she wanted that, and raising a series of gurgling 
moans from her sensually gasping throat.

They didn't speak; there was no need for words. They'd found each other 
in shared desire, he realized, as she labored hungrily up against him 
and he ground harder into the burning wet flesh of her cock-hugging 
cunt, feeling her arch her voluptuous loins needfully up to him. Her 
movements lifted both of them from the bed as she whimpered 
incessantly, and he began his thrusting tempo once more. He felt her 
clasping thighs tighten and release around him as she started to work 
up and down his hardened rod of cock-flesh with her eagerly milking 
vagina until they had established a mutual rhythm. Her head started to 
loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to side while he listened to 
her lips murmuring in his ear in impassioned abandon.

"Oh ... ooohhh ... my lover ... my handsome darling! You're 
magnificent! I love you! Don't ever leave me, Mark! Promise you'll 
never leave me, darling! I'll do anything you want!" Carol whimpered 
and begged. "Oooohhh ... You're so violently gentle! You're driving me 
crazy with love for you! Do more! Take me any way you want! Hurt me, 
darling! Make me love it ... Put your finger in my ass ... Shove it 
right up inside! Do it, lover ... please ...!"

Her lewd plea set off a roaring current of lust within him, and it 
raced through his twitching cock, thundered through his brain and his 
clutching hands! Mark pressed his fingers underneath her, into the 
smooth, widespread crevice between her upraised buttocks and found the 
tiny, puckered circle of her anus with his extended middle finger, The 
undulating nether circle was wet from a thin rivulet of warm moisture 
that had dribbled down from where his throbbing cock was fucking 
insanely up into her cunt. He felt her shiver as he caressed her there, 
teasing her and lubricating the small fleshy ring more with the balled 
pad of his finger before probing inside. He sensed her full-mounded 
buttocks leaning back toward his hand, onto his stiffened finger length 
while he pressed forward, surprised at first at the resistance he met. 
In a sudden elastic pop, the rubbery flesh seemed to open up like a 
small mouth to suck his finger up inside to the first knuckle-joint! 
Carol lurched beneath him almost as if she were trying to escape the 
sudden intrusion, but he knew different.

 "Oh ... Ooooohhh! Yes ... Yes, my darling!

You hurt me so beautifully, Mark! No wonder I love you! Oooohhh ... 
more now ... slowly ... more, darling! All the way ... and fuck me hard 
... HARD!!!"

Mark wondered if he wasn't going dum-dum in his own crazily building 
lust. His brain was a sponge, saturated with carnal need, and his cock 
was screaming with the strain, as if he could never cum again. And, if 
he didn't cum pretty soon, he knew he'd go stark raving bananas! He 
thrust his obscenely imbedded finger farther up into the clasping heat 
of her tight, spongy rectum, simultaneously increasing the stroke of 
his charging cock up into the seething wetness of her pussy. He felt 
her absorbing rectal walls generating the heat of her passion into the 
length of his finger, buried now to the palm of his hand, and she 
bleated with the masochistic pleasure-pain which had obviously taken 
control over her, just as it always had with Nancy ... but never, never 
like this beautiful girl lying naked beneath him now in wanton ecstasy!

The love-crazed young blonde skewered her buttocks shamelessly back 
down onto his stiffened middle finger, searching, pleading, encircling 
it in the hotly clutching depths of her nether passage, seeming to 
revel in its unnatural presence as he rotated it wildly up inside her 
there! At the same time, Mark could feel the in-and-out plunges of his 
sperm-heavy cock through the thin partition of flesh separating her two 
brutally filled passages ... feeling his throbbing cock with his lewdly 
exploring middle finger and feeling his fingertip against the hardened 
flesh of his straining penis!

Christ! It ... she ... all of it, was just too much! He was sure as 
hell going to cry "uncle" if he didn't cum again soon! Three years of 
emptiness, and then suddenly this! She had to understand ... she said 
that she loved him! And ... and he loved her! Goddamn ... yes, he loved 
her ... loved her! And that's why he wasn't about to give up! He loved 
her ...!

He tried to establish a combination fucking rhythm of finger and cock, 
until he was driving furiously up into her in syncopated unison. He had 
to make her cum ... had to! Carol groaned and writhed her naked body 
wantonly beneath him on the bed. He felt her long, shapely legs yawning 
wide to give him the greatest possible access in his ravishment of her 
steaming, susceptible loins! Abruptly, he realized that his throbbing 
cock was expanding still more, growing inside her to the point where he 
knew it would soon erupt! He sensed the ever-increasing, needle-like 
pressure building incredulously in his bloated testicles, and knew the 
end was coming.

Shit, he had to do something, or it was going to be all over for him, 
but the shouting! He began slamming into her with longer, harder 
strokes as his finger drubbed her wide-stretched rectal channel. She 
gripped him tightly across his back with her wrapping legs, her face 
beneath the seeing fingertips of his free hand contorted in a lewd mask 
of animal lust, and he hoped to Christ that she was getting ready to 
cum! He just couldn't last another minute! Then ... he heard the 
distinctly different little moans gurgling deep in her throat and felt 
her thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto his 
raging cock and backward onto his plunging middle finger to the fierce 
tempo of his desperate, last-ditch fucking!

"Oooohhh ... harder, Mark! Fuck me harder! Oooohhh ... harder, my 
lover!" Carol cried, digging her little heels into the flesh of his 
back. Suddenly, she drew back her legs until they were locked over his 
shoulders, presenting him with the total widespread pIateau of her 
passion-inflamed loins. Her eyes, like her teeth, were clamped tightly 
together, her lovely face twisting and straining as her orgasm came 
over her!

"Oooooh Goddd ... darling ... I'm cummmmiiinngg ...!"

She whimpered, cried out, then actually screamed, pulling her thighs 
back tighter until the whole of her hungrily devouring cunt was offered 
up to him in passionate sacrifice! She thrust her hips ceilingward with 
bruising force, her mouth failing loosely open, her nostrils flaring 
wide! Wail after wail squealed up out of her as she skewered her 
climaxing loins up onto his battering cock and clung there while the 
seething, slick walls of her slaving vagina milked omnivorously at his 
screaming cock like the greedy little mouth of a starving child!

The violence of her ecstasy stunned him for a moment! Christ, he'd 
never seen anything like that, let alone been a part of it! It stayed 
his own orgasm with just the incredible wonder of her, but he continued 
to hammer into her, feeling the warm gushes of wet, sticky cum bathing 
his charging cock! It foamed out around his painful hardness to drench 
his hairy loins and flood his hotly pulsating balls! She jerked and 
lurched beneath him, the nibbling lips and ravenous vaginal throat of 
her amazing cunt drawing feverishly at his bursting cock! And, as her 
breathing labored in short, panting gasps, Mark sensed his boiling 
sperm racing up the length of his spasming cock with mind-bending 
sensation. It wracked his naked frame as it surged from the tip of his 
cock like water from a fire hose, far up into her quivering hot belly! 
It jerked and spewed fitfully inside her, while she ground her hungrily 
swallowing cunt Possessively up tight onto its buried depths.

"Oh darling, darling ... pump all of it up into me ... every drop! It's 
mine ... mine ... all mine!" Carol mumbled, her thighs quaking, her 
belly trembling with the unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was 
emptying into her. At last, he fell in exhaustion on top of her, and 
once more she hugged him inside her caressing arms.

She sighed from deep in her chest, her legs falling shamelessly limp 
and open, while her heart pounded. Her sensual body had been satisfied 
... dear God, yesss ... totally and beautifully satisfied ...



Chapter 8


Sultan watched with keen interest as his golden-haired mistress flitted 
about the shabby apartment, continuously humming a pleasant little tune 
as she busied herself. Her pretty face seemed bright, more so than he 
had seen it in a long time. It pleased him when she was this way, and 
he lay down in his favorite corner where he could observe her every 
move.

Carol could never remember being happier in her life! She felt as if 
she were floating about in a dream world too beautiful and impossible 
to be real. She knew it was real, yet she had to keep pinching herself 
to make certain she was awake. She was in love, not the Johnny Gains 
type of superficial love, but deep emotional love that was vibrantly 
alive inside her young body every single instant, even while she'd 
slept, and she knew with all of her heart that Mark Cannon felt the 
same! What a joy it had been to burst out of bed this morning, her 
brain saturated with the memories of her magnificent new lover!

Even the apartment had suddenly taken on a glow of splendor for her, 
and she realized that it was all because they had shared such an 
enchanting evening there last night, finding each other, then making 
breathtaking love, the likes of which she had only dared dream of. Oh, 
what a great life they were going to have together, and the thrills 
ahead in just the planning of it! He would come tonight, her darling 
and his beautiful Queenie, to begin discussing those plans and to set a 
date for their wedding, and she wanted everything neat and perfect for 
him.

She would have a report to give him too. Already there had been four 
young men and a girl who'd rung Ed White's buzzer, stayed only a matter 
of minutes, then left. It was difficult to see their faces without 
opening her door wide, but what she had seen of them, she'd tried to 
mentally record, so that she would know them if they came back.

Carol smiled to herself. How determined Mark had been about her not 
having any part in this business, whatever it was. But when she'd 
stomped her foot, insisting that she wouldn't have it any other way if 
he was going to carry on with it, he'd finally given in, hugging her 
and begging her to be careful. She'd loved that, but surprisingly 
enough, she was intrigued with the whole idea more than the slightest 
bit frightened. After all, she was perfectly safe in doing a little 
peeking; besides, she had Sultan to protect her. And, speaking of that 
handsome darling, he should be out in the backyard getting some 
exercise!

"Would you like to go outside, Sully baby?" Carol cooed at him, walking 
over and bending down to pet his massive head. God, she couldn't forget 
the delicious sensual pleasure he had brought her either, when there 
had been no one else but the two of them. Her faithful and gallant 
protector ... with love-brimming eyes ... she wondered if he was 
jealous? Did dogs of his brainy caliber know that bitter human emotion? 
She hoped not because she loved him so much, and she'd never, never 
knowingly hurt him. And then, it struck her that perhaps his canine 
affections had suddenly been transferred toward Queenie! Could that be?

"Do ... do you like Queenie?" Carol heard herself ask, surprised at the 
resentful feeling she abruptly felt. He had gotten to his feet, and she 
kissed him between the eyes, holding his big head between her small 
hands. His tail wagged, but was it in response to her affection or the 
sound of Queenie's name? "Y-You wouldn't let anyone take Carol's place 
... would you, darling? She's always going to need you. We've been 
through so much together ... I'd be lost without you, baby ... and ... 
and we'll still have out secret times, I promise! So don't you run off 
after some new girl friend and desert me. Promise? Do you? Well, 
promise ...

The towering German shepherd with ears erect and tail waving excitedly, 
barked then and Carol kissed him again before straightening up, 
satisfied that she hadn't lost the loyal attachment of her animal-
darling. "All right, lover, come on, Mama's going to let you outside 
for a while, but you just remember your promise, eh?"

Closing the back door behind him, the happy, blonde-haired girl 
remembered that she had yet to shower and dress. She had hopped out of 
bed to the warm, California sunshine filled with an exuberance which 
had left her spinning. Tossing a housecoat over her nakedness, she had 
almost danced toward the small kitchen to make coffee, and, after a 
quick breakfast, had begun preparing for Mark's visit, which was at 
least twelve hours away! She had been and still was that happy! But it 
was time for a shower ...

The faint sound of the door buzzer in the next apartment interrupted 
her thoughts. Momentarily, Carol enjoyed the thrill of excitement 
rippling upward over her naked curves beneath the housecoat. It was 
like a movie or TV play, and she was the secret agent! And it was for 
real, too, for the department was going to pay for her, Mark had said. 
But it was so simple, and hardly dangerous, she thought, gliding toward 
her front door and silently opening it to catch a quick glimpse of the 
teenage girl with the long brown hair. She couldn't be over seventeen, 
and dressed so cutely ... Then, she disappeared inside and Carol waited 
with her door still cracked open ... waited for perhaps three to five 
minutes before the enticing young girl left, walking flippantly toward 
the building's front entrance. She closed her door and dashed to the 
front window to see the teenager climb into an expensive sports car 
driven by a long-haired boy. She watched them speed off, at the same 
time mentally recording the license number and wheeling away to find 
pencil and paper ... Mark had never expected her to be that alert!

Carol hurried in the shower, hopeful that she wasn't missing any of Ed 
White's callers. With a haphazard toweling, she dried herself, caught 
up her negligee hanging behind the bathroom door and hustled toward the 
living room. She went to the front window, saw nothing unusual to 
arouse her, then, for a moment, concentrated on the windows of the 
fourth floor across the way. Behind them, her darling Mark was doing 
whatever he did this time of day! God! How she loved him, and very, 
very soon she would be doing anything and everything for him ...

Her own buzzer jarred the reverie so warmly sweeping over her. Carol 
stiffened upright, trying to tie the sound into something familiar. 
Peggy was gone! Was it Mark? She might have missed him walking into the 
building if she'd gotten to the window too late ... Who else? It 
sounded again, more pressing this time. She wished she'd kept Sultan 
inside with her as she walked toward the door ...

His foot came against it in a blocking barrier the moment Carol drew 
the door a few inches inward! The first thing she saw was his grin, the 
invariable cold chill coiling up her spine at the sight! Reflexively, 
she leaned her weight against the door, but she couldn't close it!

"Good morning, Miss Dorsett," Ed White spoke through a leer.

"Wh-What do you want?" Carol managed, drawing the folds of her sheer 
negligee tighter together and trying to shield her thinly covered 
breasts with her arms as she desperately attempted to force the door 
closed, her whole body tensing with fear at his resistance!

"Just a little chat, lady," he said, applying his powerful weight and 
easily pushing the door, and her, inward!

Carol fell back, one hand dropping to modestly clutch at the wispy 
covering she had ridiculously answered the door in, endeavoring to hide 
what she knew was visible through the see-through garment while her 
other arm and hand feebly tried to do the same over her full breasts. 
By then, the big, white-haired man had crowded into her living room and 
was closing the door behind him ... and locking it! He continued to 
leer at her, his lead-gray eyes raking over her near-nakedness with 
open lechery. His tongue appeared to lick at his lips and then ... in 
one fast glance, Carol even thought she could see his penis stir in the 
front of his dirty pants ...!

"J-Just what do you think you're doing?" she shot at him, fighting to 
keep the frightened quiver from her voice. "Get out of here this 
instant ...!"

"Keep cool, baby ... you and me have to talk!" he hissed at her, his 
mean eyes lewdly running up and down her nearly exposed young curves. 
"You've been clocking my friends since seven this morning ... and that 
ain't Kosher. Could it be that you're working with Mr. Fuzz ... like 
that blind creep across the street?" He laughed a harsh, grating sound. 
"Surprise you, doll?" You think old Ed don't know what's going on ... 
like you meeting with him in the park yesterday and him coming here 
last night?" Again he chortled. "For the record, Miss Dorsett, I've had 
that blind crumb pegged for weeks ... but now, you've entered the game 
... and you're too close for comfort, as the saying goes!"

It was long seconds before the blunt meaning of his words took their 
full, stunning effect on Carol, though she realized that regardless of 
what he had said she would have been terrified, she so feared and 
detested the brutish man. But he had specifically mentioned Mark, and 
from that moment on her growing fright was for him, her own situation 
hardly mattering. Her brain raced as the protective instincts of her 
newborn love reared up in defense, and she said with a cold, steady 
voice:

"I don't know what you're trying to get at, Mr. White, but so far 
you've said nothing but a lot of gibberish! If you're referring to Mr. 
Cannon, he is a friend and nothing more! And ... and that's all I have 
to say to you, now get out of here before ... before I turn Sultan 
loose on you!"

Ed White grinned without moving. "You're a spunky little bitch, ain't 
you? But you're wasting your breath, baby. As for the mutt, you just 
let him outside, which I been hoping you'd do for over an hour." He was 
bringing something out of his back pants-pocket then, a small leather-
cased object resembling a camera and toying with it in his big hands. 
"Know what this is, Miss Dorsett? It's a little tape-recorder. Tiny, 
ain't it? And handy as hell. You'd be amazed the things you can do with 
it ... like a woman, she can carry it right inside her purse, snap it 
on and leave it there ... just record a whole conversation without 
anybody knowing it. Take this one for instance ..." he said, his eyes 
gleaming as he pressed the switch and a crackling sound followed ... 
then a voice, a gasping female voice ...!

"OH GOD, PEG ... I DON'T KNOW! T-THIS IS ABSOLUTELY OBSCENE ... BEING 
FUCKED BY A DOG!"

"YES ... IT IS; ISN'T, IT BABY! ... AND YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT! WAIT 
... I'LL FIX THE VANITY MIRROR SO YOU CAN WATCH!"

If she had been stunned before, Carol was horrified now at the 
recognition of her own lustful voice and its lurid exclamation! She 
sensed her mouth falling loosely open and the blood rushing into her 
face as she gaped at the menacing man who stood leering down at her. 
Petrified in rising shame, she could do nothing but stare at him, while 
panting whimpers and lewd wet sounds of sucking continued to fill the 
room from the monstrous little gadget in his hands!

"HELP HIM, CAROL! FOR GOD'S SAKE, HOW CAN YOU STAND THE WAITING! JUST 
WATCHING IS ABOUT TO DRIVE ME LOONY! GO ON, GRAB AHOLD OF IT AND PUT IT 
IN FOR HIM ...!"

"UNH, UNH, UNH, OOOOHHHHHH GOOODDDDDD!"

"OOOHHHHHH ... MY LOVER, SULTAN BABY! FUCK ME, DARLING! FUCK YOUR 
CAROL! HARDER, BABY! HARDER ... OH, HARDERRRRRRR ...!"

Tears burst from Carol's eyes and she covered her face with her hands, 
her whole body suddenly convulsing with the sobs choking from her. "Oh 
God, stop it! Stop it, please ..." she begged, slumping down onto the 
couch, her half-undressed state forgotten in the overwhelming disgrace 
of being shamefully exposed.

"There's a lot more, baby. I just happened to pick that part out for 
you," Ed White tormented. "I kind of liked the part where Peg's eating 
your cunt, and then later, when you're eating her out and the goddamned 
mutt is fucking the hell out of you ..."

"Oh please ... please stop!" the tear-choked girl pathetically pleaded. 
"Oooohhhhh ... why ... why did she do this to me? How could she ... my 
God ...?"

"Because I made her do it, baby!" Ed White answered in his grating 
voice. "She had no choice if she knew what was good for her! She does 
what I say, or daddy cuts off her junk, and that, little old Peggy 
can't take for very long, eh? Oh, don't worry, she'll be back, doll. 
She's got to have her stuff. This ain't the first time she's walked out 
on me."

He laughed while Carol stared up at him with unbelievable repugnance, 
the meaning of his words slowly and appallingly registering in her 
sickened mind. Peggy was an addict! Oh, the poor girl ...! But ... but 
why had this despicable brute made her do such a thing ...?

Carol didn't have to ask, only listen.

"Yesterday," the manager was saying, "after I saw you and that blind 
fuzz talking in the park, I knew I had to figure some way to get you in 
the bag, chick. You could be cop yourself, but that don't quite jell 
with me. I figure Cannon's using you, probably paying you one way or 
another ... maybe with his cock, though I can't figure a luscious bitch 
like you falling for a blind fink ..."

"Leave him out of this, damn you!" Carol spat hungrily up at him. 
"You're not even fit to speak his name! And you're wrong ... all wrong 
about everything you said ...!"

"Soooo ... that's the way it is, eh?" the massive man sneered, then 
made a guttural little laugh. "You're hot for each other! Well goddamn, 
now ain't that just perfect, though? I wonder ... do you suppose your 
cock-man would like to bend an ear to this tape I just played for you? 
He might like to know that his little dolly eats a bit of pussy and 
digs a good dog-fucking, being an animal lover himself!"

"Y-You wouldn't ...!" Carol gasped, half-under her breath as she stared 
in growing panic at his cruel, grinning face, knowing even as she said 
it that there was nothing too loathsome for him to stoop to!

"Oh, I would, baby, and I will, if it's necessary ... but we might be 
able to work something out ... you and me. I'm a reasonable guy once 
you get to know me." Suddenly, he dropped down onto the couch beside 
her, the sweaty smell of him stinging her sensitive nostrils as she 
inwardly cringed at his nearness. "Of course, it's going to take a 
little cooperation on your part, but under the circumstances I figure 
you'll be willing. Right?"

"Wh-what do you expect me to do?" the frightened, divorced girl heard 
her own question.

"Well, now ... first, you draw that fuzz bastard off my back. Make up a 
story, whatever you want, but make me look clean ... otherwise, I'll 
have to see that he's worked over good ... maybe eliminated 
altogether!"

His easily spoken statements came at her as if he were talking about 
the weather, their cold deadliness inciting a feeling of utter terror 
inside her, totally destroying any resistance she might have known. For 
one brief instant, she visualized Mark's body savagely beaten ... and 
lifeless! Dear God, he didn't realize the ruthlessness of this animal! 
He was underestimating him ...

"Well?" Ed White's voice jarred her.

"I-I ... supposing he won't listen to me?" she managed, her green eyes 
reflecting the painful anxiety she was feeling. "How can I make him do 
something he ...?"

"That's your problem, honey!" the big man snapped. "Mine is to shed 
him! That's why I decided to get you to help me." He was grinning once 
more and meaningfully toying with the damning tape-recorder Peggy had 
carried in her purse that lewd night ... "But that's just part of the 
cooperation I expect from you, Miss Dorsett," he went on, suddenly 
moving his big, hot hand forward to suggestively settle on the 
negligee-shaded flesh just above her knee. "The rest involves sex ... 
you and me, baby ... right here ... and right now ...



Chapter 9


The room had begun to spin for Carol and had yet to stop! In the center 
of the whirlpool she saw the abominable grinning mouth of Ed White 
opening and closing as it seemed to come closer and closer to her!

"You fainted on me, kid," his gruff voice came down to her.

She saw then that she was stretched out on the couch and that she was 
covered by her negligee now draped carelessly over her. The white-
haired man was on his knees beside her, a glass in his hand, and she 
could taste the burning liquid he had poured into her mouth.

"Wh-What ...?"

"You'll be okay in a minute," he said, watching her. "I found some 
brandy and gave you a jolt."

Carol lay perfectly still for the passing of long seconds, trying to 
pull her wits together, before she realized that the apartment house 
manager's huge hand was cupping her naked breast beneath the flimsy 
negligee ... causing a sense of repulsion to sweep through her! He'd 
stripped her naked while she was unconscious! Oh Mark ...! She moaned 
and tried to raise up, pushing at his hand at the same time, but he 
only clutched tighter into the sensitive, resilient flesh and caught at 
her long hair to jerk her back down!

"L-Let me up! Take your filthy hands off me, damn you!" the frightened 
blonde cried, her brain starting to whirl again.

"No way, baby ... or maybe you'd like to hear that tape again!" he 
rasped, his brutish face so close to her own that she could smell his 
obnoxious breath. And as he spoke and grinned at her she could feel his 
strong fingers cruelly gnarling the tiny nipple of her breast still 
acutely sensitive from Mark's hands last night. "You and me are going 
to have a wild little party of our own, doll. Nothing too fancy, but 
enough to shake the goddamned hots I've been having for you for over a 
week now!"

Carol stared at him in panic, his big hand entangled in her hair 
holding her head securely down. The negligee had fallen to her waist 
and her naked white breasts were completely exposed to his lecherous 
eyes engorging on them with vulgar lust. She knew she was no match for 
him physically, but if she could only think of something ...!

"I-I'll give you money ... anything else you want," Carol babbled 
crazily as his huge hand kneaded and clutched the firm smooth mound, 
pinching at the tiny hardened nipple painfully with cruel thumb and 
forefinger. "Oohhh ... please don't ... please ...?"

"I like the part about the money," he said, suddenly moving his 
tormenting hand to grasp the negligee and toss it onto the floor behind 
him. "Where'll you get it? From your ex-husband's alimony?" He 
sniggered. "Don't give me that shit, baby! You haven't got a dime! 
You're in the bag and you know it!"

Tears blinded her as she tried to think of any way she could stop him. 
She started to tell him Mark was coming soon, but thought better of 
that. God, she didn't want to get him anymore involved than he already 
was! Instead, she began to struggle, squirming and kicking her long, 
strong legs, but the huge man beside her only laughed, twisting his 
hand harder in her hair until she thought he was going to scalp her! 
She fell back onto the couch defeated, a groan of despair bubbling up 
out of her throat as suddenly he fastened his teeth into the hardened 
little nipple of her defenseless breast, while simultaneously his other 
big hand moved possessively down over her cringing belly to the soft, 
blonde curls covering the fleshy mound between her legs!

"No one's going to bother us, baby. I've locked the door," Ed White 
hissed, raising his wet lips from their lurid abuse. "It's just you and 
me for the next hour or so, and I promise not to get rough as long as 
you cooperate. So ... just open your pretty legs for Daddy. He wants to 
see how that tight little pussy feels, the way Cannon does!"

Carol lay rigid, immobile, her brain unable to comprehend this horror 
that had suddenly swept into the very privacy of her own apartment! She 
was afraid to move, and at the same time, afraid not to follow Ed 
White's obscene commands! Again, she thought of Mark being savagely 
beaten in his vulnerable blindness ... and then a twinge of pain 
shattered her thoughts. She whimpered helplessly as the sharpness of 
his dirty fingernails dug at the rising swell of her soft young pussy 
mound.

"Aagghhh ...!" Carol winced at the repeated lewd torment, jerking her 
legs apart.

"That always works, baby ... just a good healthy pinch right above, the 
cunt. Wider though, doll ... come on, spread 'em wider ... wider!" he 
commanded, Carol responding until she knew the tender pinkness between 
the fleshy, curl-fringed lips concealing her vagina was now lewdly 
exhibited to him.

He shifted downward on his knees toward the center of her nakedly 
stripped body, his big hand still hurtfully locked in her hair, 
imprisoning her head. She heard his lustful grunt and knew that he was 
gaping down at her helplessly displayed genitals. Her body jerked in 
reflex when she felt his thick fingers brush obscenely at her pussy's 
sensitive outer folds. They began to play there, pressing the love-
swollen lips together so that the smooth soft flesh folded provokingly 
around her tiny clitoris, bringing it to a quivering, unwanted 
erection. Then with a fanning motion of his fingers he spread those 
lips wide apart, revealing to his lecherous eyes the moistening ovalled 
mouth of her tight cuntal passage, her entire pink crevice splayed 
debasingly open to him!

He lowered his big head slowly downward between her wide-held thighs 
until his face was less than an inch above her unprotected loins, and 
suddenly as her belly recoiled, he pursed his lips and blew his breath 
against the nakedly victimized flesh. An uncontrollable tremor rippled 
over the prostrate girl's smoothly rounded curves, a gasp escaping her 
lips.

"Feel good, baby ... like a little feather tickling that delicate pussy 
flesh?" Ed White taunted, looking up at her shame-contorted face, the 
lascivious expression stretching his wet mouth only embarrassing her 
further. He snickered and she saw again the sadistic gleam in his mean 
eyes. "Tell me, doll, does that blind fucker like to eat your cunt?"

Carol refused to answer his filthy jeering. She tried to roll her head 
away so that she wouldn't have to look at him, but his hand in her hair 
held her tight. She could do nothing but close her eyes and moan in 
shame.

"Don't like my questions, eh, Miss Dorsett?" he leered. "You know, I 
can't figure that out either ... a bitch like you who eats pussy and 
enjoys a good dog-tucking. But maybe you'll be a little more friendly 
after I play the tape through for Cannon, eh?"

"No! No, you can't!" Carol blurted, opening her eyes wide. "You said 
that ... that if I cooperated, you wouldn't ...!"

"Shit, you don't call this cooperating for Christ's sake, do you?" he 
snarled. "Look, bitch, I don't intend to have to rape you! You either 
give willingly, and any goddamned way I want it, or your copper cock-
man gets the working over of his life plus an earful of that tape! You 
dig me clear?"

Carol groaned, fighting to hold back the burning tears flooding her 
eyes. "Ooohhh ... God, God, Goddd!" she whimpered, knowing there was no 
way on earth she could avoid it ... nothing she could do but submit to 
the manager's perverted lusts, unless she was prepared to watch Mark 
and her future happiness totally destroyed!

She gave a start as White's hairy fingers continued their lewd stroking 
and stretching at the tender opening of her helplessly displayed pussy 
flesh, desperately forcing herself to lie still and endure it. The 
sooner it was over with the better, and it would be over that much 
quicker if she didn't prolong it by resisting.

"Well, bitch?" he spat, shoving two fingers cruelly up into her 
unprepared vagina, the torment spreading like a flame through her 
tender belly, raising a pitiful groan to hiss through her tightly 
clenched teeth. He probed viciously around up inside her, his thumb 
massaging the tiny bud of her hardened clitoris to send near-maddening 
sensations of pain curiously mixed with pleasure charging through her 
toward her brain. Suddenly, he let go of her hair and was sliding his 
free hand down beneath the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, pushing them 
up tighter onto his brutally thrusting fingers. She bit at her lip to 
stifle a low, throaty moan as frantic little impulses of irresistible 
desire began to stir deep in her defensively clenching belly.

Ooohhh ...! Was it possible that ... that this ... this brutish bastard 
could arouse so erotic a feeling inside her ... when she detested him 
so? Ooohhh ...! Whatever he was doing, it was actually exciting her, 
she couldn't deny that! At ... at least, though, it would make her 
degradation that much more bearable ...!

"Now ... that's better, baby!" Ed White hissed, grinning as he felt her 
beginning to undulate her soft, sparsely-haired loins uncontrollably up 
to his probing fingers. "Daddy's starting to get to you, eh?" He pulled 
his hand from beneath her buttocks and grasped her smaller hand in his, 
placing it down between his legs. "Take it out!" he demanded. "Go on! 
Get it out and see what old Ed's got in store for you!"

Carol couldn't help but remember what Peggy had said about it being big 
... long and thick ... makes me cum five, six, seven times ...! She 
closed her eyes and felt her way while his thick, stimulating fingers 
worked lewdly around inside her dilating vagina, a warm wetness 
moistening their obscene path and rapidly eliminating the pain. Her 
sensate vagina had begun to throb responsively open to the lust of his 
stroking fingers, and she could feel them slipping wetly in and out 
between her now unresisting thighs, feverishly massaging the smooth, 
nerve-filled inner walls.

She forced her mind to turn off, refusing to think of what she was 
doing as she lowered his zipper and moved her trembling hand inside, 
floundering until it was beyond his shorts and she felt the hot hard 
flesh of his long, desire-thickened cock! Her breath hitched in her 
throat when her fingers curled around it ... for it was everything Peg 
had said, and then some! God, it was far bigger than her Mark's, or 
than Jonny's had been ... in fact, like the man it grew on, it was 
frightening!

"Come on, for Christ's sake, get it out!" he snarled and she did, 
knowing that it had to hurt now all swollen and cramped up in there the 
way it was. "Well ... you know what to do with it! It ain't the first 
cock you've ever handled!"

Perhaps not, Carol thought, but it was definitely the longest and 
thickest one! She began to automatically stroke it with her curled 
fingers, sliding the fleshy foreskin back and forth over its bulbous 
blood-engorged head. It jerked in her hand, causing an unbelievable 
thrill of excitement to race through her, while the licking little 
flames which bad begun as an infinitesimal, but unwanted, spark in her 
belly, licked more salaciously now. It was as if in her forced 
mindlessness a weirdly perverse sensation began to fill her naked body 
at the obscene treatment he was subjecting her to. Her very 
helplessness and the debasing shame of what was being done to her only 
intensified the overwhelming feeling. The pair of thick fingers lewdly 
fucking up into her vagina with rhythmic thrusts were firing her with 
inescapable desire, and she had already begun to squirm up against 
them, attempting to draw them tighter up into her unwillingly awakened 
loins!

Little mewls had started to tumble from her tongue moistened lips, as 
her incitement took command of her voluptuously naked body. She felt 
her hips jerk involuntarily upward, seeking shamelessly after the 
goading fingers thrust way up into her heated cunt. Her legs folded 
slowly up and back to more readily present her wide-split cuntal 
crevice, until she lay with her white thighs agape and the entire area 
of her blonde, curl-rimmed pussy obliging his pummeling fingers fucking 
deep up into her hot, fluid depths.

"Now, baby, now we're getting there!" Ed White rasped. "This tight 
little pussy-hole of yours is behaving the way all well-brought up 
cunts ought to! Yeah ... I think we're just about ready for the next 
course, don't you?"

Carol whimpered, her passion unhidable, his constant use of lewd four-
letter words feverishly stoking the licentious coals of glowing desire 
smoldering inside her. "Y-Yes ... yes," she mumbled. "I-I'm ready ..."

Ed White grinned down at her tormented face. "How'd you like to have me 
lick your cunt, baby? Old Ed's got a wild tongue, just made for tight 
little cunts like yours. Well ... what do you say?"

"Oooooohhhhh ..." Carol groaned, her small hand excitedly fondling his 
huge, poling cock, occasionally slipping beneath and inside his pants 
to cup and caress his massively bloated balls. "Yes ... yesss ... lick 
it, please ...!"

He pulled free of her and, straightening up, unfastened his pants to 
drop them around his ankles along with his shorts. Carol gaped at his 
powerful hairy legs, her eyes then fixing on the unbelievable hardened 
length of his long thick cock standing out from his hair-covered pelvis 
and the bullish sac of his sperm-filled balls hanging beneath! And he 
knows how to bring the best out of a girl ...! Peggy had said that ...!

"Turn over, doll!" he ordered. "Get up on your knees! Move! Over and up 
on your knees!"

Carol hesitated only a second---her morals, Mark, nothing any longer a 
hindrance. Her traitorously aroused young loins were wet and throbbing 
from the sensual stroking of his skilled fingers ... besides, any word 
of protest, she knew, would be futile. He'd already made it plain that 
it had to be done his way. Resigned, she turned over and pushed herself 
up on her knees, raising her naked buttocks as he climbed heavily onto 
the couch behind her.

Ed White lecherously drank in the cock-shattering spectacle bent slave-
like before him. Christ, he couldn't remember when he'd seen a sight to 
match it! His cum-filled balls tingled and ached, the desire to thrust 
his throbbing member hard up into the thin, teasing slit swinging in 
the air before him without further hesitation, almost more than he 
could resist. But he did. He'd been thinking about this moment for over 
a week, knowing that if it ever came his way, just how he'd enjoy it 
the most. He had only to watch her walk down the street to be sure, his 
eyes feasting on the provocative roll of her rounded hips, the swell of 
her delicious looking ass-cheeks! Besides, there'd be more to come; 
he'd get it all before he was finished. That little tape was going to 
keep her ass humping for him until he glutted himself on it!

He settled back on his haunches and placed his hands on her flinching 
buttocks. With his thumbs slipping into the hot deep crevice, pried 
open the smoothly clenched moons, pulling them wide apart until all of 
her luscious nether secrets stood open and unprotected before him ... 
his for the taking.

He leaned forward, lowering his face as she trembled in her lewdly 
exposed nakedness before him. The aromatic smell of her loins filled 
his nostrils, and he glued his open mouth to the pinkly glistening 
wetness of her entire pussy from behind, pressing his lips against the 
hair-fringed yielding softness of her hot cuntal flesh and pushing hard 
up against her there until she whined out in licentious pleasure. She 
squirmed and gasped as he gripped his clutching hands into her ass-
cheeks so that she couldn't slip away. Then, with one quick rush of his 
tongue, he thrust forward between the hot fleshy folds of her steaming 
cunt.

He heard her gasp from the sudden entry up into the grasping, moist 
heat of her pussy, and a surprised sigh left her lips and was smothered 
deep in the cushion of the couch. She had jerked forward with the first 
searing contact of his tongue with her naked pussy-flesh in a shivering 
spasm of delight, but quickly shoved her wanting loins back hard 
against his face. Her cunt immediately began to contract in hungry 
spasms, opening and closing milkingly around the obscenely probing 
length of his tongue flicking deep up inside her belly! Christ! He'd 
never had pussy like this, not even his teenage bitches from the 
neighborhood.

Carol's breath exploded down into the cushion in short, panting gasps 
that ended each time in mewling whimpers of delight, and she ground her 
face harder and harder into the cushion as he began a pleasureful 
curling and flicking with his lashing tongue fucking deep up inside her 
seething vagina. And then, he began to work at the entire smooth 
crevice between her nakedly spread-open buttocks! Bs mouth pressed 
tight, his lips forming a suction as he licked like an animal, abruptly 
surprising her by slipping his middle finger slowly up into the heated 
resistance of her unexpecting rectum! Ms mouth fastened to her 
simmering cunt once more, his stiffened tongue soaring wetly up her 
wildly fired vagina to send her hips and upraised buttocks dancing in a 
frantic undulation of Just.

Then ... then, he stopped! Carol had to steel herself to keep from 
begging him for more, her hands clutching into the aged, smelly velour 
of the shabby couch. She whimpered, then heard him say: "Now, baby, 
it's time for fucking ... my kind of fucking, and from what I can 
judge, not necessarily yours. But it will be when I get finished, and 
maybe your fink-copper will like that ..."

He was saying more, but the blonde girl in her obscene position hardly 
heard, only knew that he had raised up and was moving close to her from 
behind. She felt the fiery heat of his turgid cock-head insinuated into 
the widespread crevice between her upraised buttocks. My God! It felt 
huge! And then, he was teasing her blood-flushed cuntal lips with it, 
slipping the hot rubbery knob in and out, separating the moist, hair-
lined pussy folds in a taunting caress until she was mindlessly about 
to plead that he shove it deep into her cunt! It was big, but she knew 
she could take it, every inch, the lustful thought of its hugeness 
burning up into her now totally ready vagina exciting her beyond 
bearing! She waved her naked ass-cheeks lewdly backward toward it and 
felt it slip out and upward along the hairless valley of her spread-
open buttocks. It brushed over her tiny sensitive anus and caused her a 
new lustful tremor. His big, hot hands were spreading her offered ass-
cheeks outward again, pulling the fleshy mounds more deliberately 
apart! A coot rush of air tickled against the snug little mouth of her 
wet anus and she quaked against him ... suddenly realizing what lie 
might have in mind!

"Ooohhh ... no! No! No! Not that!" she feebly whined back at him, 
raising her head and craning tier neck to gape at his brutishly 
grinning face.

Ed White began to meaningfully caress the tiny puckered opening. He 
said: "Peg was never much good at this ... maybe you'll be better, 
doll. We're going to give it a go, anyway. You've got the perfect ass 
for fucking ... in fact it looks like a cherry. Is it?"

"Oh ... oh, God yes! I-I can't take it there! I could never stand it!"

"We'll see ...! Spread your knees out wider, baby," the perverse 
superintendent ordered as if she hadn't spoken, his blunt-headed 
hardness riding up and down against the tiny oval of her tightly 
clenched rectal lips as he set himself.

In a fitful tension of utter dread and near-wanton desire, Carol felt 
him working his knees outward on the insides of her's, spreading her 
thighs painfully apart until she thought she was going to split up the 
middle! She groaned loudly, but he held her there, his breathing coming 
in heavy gasps. He pressed downward at the hollow of her back until her 
swollen breasts were almost flattened out against the thin cushion, 
their tiny straining tips digging sensitively into the worn velvety 
couch material. Again, his thick finger began to torment the small 
opening of her virginal anus ... until abruptly, it wormed up inside 
the desperately resisting oval, probing right up into her smarting 
nether passage to the first knuckle.

Once more, the servilely bent girl moaned out her combination of 
protest and sensually fired want, feeling his other hand moving down 
beneath her constricted belly to find its way between her fleshy cuntal 
lips, his middle finger deliberately beginning to stroke the hardened 
little nerve-center of her quivering clitoris. Electrified sensations 
burst through her in shock-waves of erotic delight. She couldn't resist 
skewering her elevated, opened buttocks back lewdly onto the man's 
perversely invading finger, rotating them in lurid little circles 
around its buried length! Her breath caught for a moment as she sensed 
the intrusion of a second finger, a guttural moan of tormented rapture 
finally escaping her lips as she began to openly revel in her debased 
subjugation.

"You ready to try for the brass ring, Carol honey?" Ed White asked, his 
eyes bugging out at her response to his lewd ravishment. Christ, he 
couldn't believe the way she was incessantly moaning beneath him, 
wriggling her curved white hips and fucking her ass-cheeks wildly back 
onto his fingers.

"Oh God ... oh God ... I don't know if I can!" she gasped, her mouth 
open, her lips sucking at the cushion beneath. "But ... but go ahead 
... I'll try ...! Go on! Do it ... do it!"

Ed White's cock was too hard to have the slightest flexibility. He had 
to lean back on his haunches to lever its long thick length up between 
her buttocks, so that it looked like a log stretched across a chasm 
from his solid hairy pelvis to the smooth vale and the little dimpled 
mouth separating her taut white ass-cheeks. It ached with an anger, and 
his cum-bloated balls felt as if someone had tied weights onto them. 
Again he dipped the blunt tip of his bulbous cock-head into the warm 
pink wetness of her pussy crevice.

Carol felt him pulling his finger out of her anus, sensed the 
reluctance of her spongy rectal flesh to let go, clinging as it was 
with a lewd wet sucking sound. Then, her eyes saucered in apprehension 
as the blood-filled head of his huge, blood-hardened cock began 
pressuring against the again tight little closed-up opening! Oh ... oh, 
this was outlandish! He was way too big ... impossible!

She grunted fearfully before there was a trace of pain, feeling the 
powerful muscles of his thick hairy thighs strain against the soft 
backs of her own thighs as he pushed forward! God, what was she doing, 
submitting to him this way ...? Suddenly, the pressure was like that of 
a fence-post being inhumanely forced up into her back there! She tried 
to pull away and he clamped his hands around his upper thighs, his 
fingers digging into the soft sensitive flesh of her rounded hips!

"Ooohhh no ... no ... stop!" Carol cried back. "It hurts terribly! Stop 
it, damn you ...!"

But he only held tighter, pulling at her hips as he mercilessly pushed. 
She wailed down into the cushion, helpless, her eyes clenched to 
restrain the tears as the inhuman stretching continued, and her 
helpless anus gave way before the relentless pressure as the huge hard 
head of his brutal cock popped salaciously up inside her rectum! She 
felt his fingers gouge even tighter into the soft flesh of her upper 
thighs, as if she had plans of escaping the depraved assault, and she 
gnashed tier teeth in the unbelievable agony!

"There!" he rasped, as if he'd just conquered Mr. Everest.

"Ooohhh! Aauugghhh ... Y-You can't ... God almighty, take it out, 
pleasseee ...!" Carol cried, her face contorted not only with the 
excruciating pain, but from the returning flood of shame and 
humiliation at his debasingly obscene sodomizing of her defenseless 
virginal rectum. "Ooohhh ... damn you! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you 
...!" she wailed as he clutched ruthlessly at her sore, naked hips and 
began thrusting the length of his burning thick hardness with 
unconcerned lust until it was crammed up into her grotesquely stretched 
rectum. The hot pressure of his straining thighs drove her forward 
until her disheveled, blonde head was caught against the arm of the 
couch.

"Never mind your love for me, bitch!" he spat at her. "Shove back! You 
hear! Start fucking if you know what's good for you!"

"Aaaaauuuugghhh ... you-you're splitting me ... dear God ...!" Carol 
begged from her bent, trapped position, but his throbbing hardness 
mercilessly continued its obscene invasion, pushing her resistant 
nether flesh before it, until with a last, buttock-flattening lunge, he 
had buried the fiendish thing to its pulsating hilt up into her totally 
impaled rectum! "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Carol choked, feeling his hairy pelvis 
with loud, jarring slaps begin to batter her upturned ass-cheeks, while 
his sperm-filled balls swung down hard against the wide-split lips of 
her desire-wet pussy below,

Ed White grunted right along with her, sensing with lecherous hunger 
the warm soft flesh of her yielding buttocks pressing tightly against 
his lustful loins. Fuck! What a bitching good piece she was! He 
wondered how good she was at sucking cock? And he was damn sure going 
to find out before he was finished with her! He skewered viciously now 
up into the hot, clutching passage of her anus, feeling the tight inner 
walls ripping at his sensitive foreskin. He smoothed his big hand down 
underneath to her wet and open vagina, feeling the warm, viscid 
moisture dribbling out to saturate her silky blonde cunt-hair brushing 
tauntingly against his inflated balls as they drubbed the blood-swollen 
lips of her hot pussy. His eyes locked on the hardened rod of his 
sinewy cock flesh vanishing completely up into the wide-stretched oval 
between her white ass-cheeks. He pulled it half-way out, watching with 
lewd fascination her raw, pink inner-flesh clinging to his throbbing 
shaft, then riding with it to disappear back inside when he rammed 
forward once again. His breathing came faster, the lusty sight 
triggering him, and he began to pump with an increased, almost furious 
tempo up into the enveloping heat of her feverishly grasping nether 
channel.

"Oh ... oh ... ooohhh ... ooohhhh!" the wickedly skewered young blonde 
began to chant, more in pleasure than in pain now, kneeling like a 
naked slave before him, as if maybe she was just starting to get with 
it! And maybe, she'd caught the bus too late, he was thinking! Fuck he 
was right on the verge ...! And suddenly, she was throwing herself back 
onto his sodomizing cock like any street-whore! Her head was turning 
and tossing from side to side, her long blonde hair thrashing the couch 
on either side of her soft-white shoulders! Then she twisted her face 
to look back at him, as if to let him see the pleasure he was bringing 
her!

That was it! But if it wasn't enough, she made the mistake of reaching 
down between her widespread thighs to his now orgastically sensitive 
balls, cradling and caressing them with her hands, and drawing her long 
nails beneath them! That was too much ...!

Carol wanted to scream out the weird, lustful enchantment completely in 
command of her naked, slaving body! There was still pain blended with 
the almost frantic sensations of an approaching climax, and it was this 
obscene combination of carnal impulses which was driving her to the 
brink of insane passion! Never had she been treated so lowly, so 
misused and defiled, and never had she more needed the rushing release 
of orgasm to save her wits ...! She whimpered and strained with utter 
abandon back onto the huge rod of penile hardness fucking furiously up 
into her tingling nether passage, its blunt, pulsating head deliciously 
pummeling the underside of her soft belly with goatish sensations she 
had never dreamed of!

In fact, in her own mindless passion, Carol never heard Ed White's vile 
curse nor the obscenities that followed, and even as he clutched at the 
naked, welted flesh of her hips in a new fierceness, she only sensed 
the barbaric increase of his thrusting cock-plunges which were insanely 
peaking her own moment ...! But then ... she felt it burst with a 
cyclonic force in the depths of her forever-stretched rectum, the 
seething gushes of his scalding sperm spewing up into her in split-
second squirts of dumbfounding frustration!

"Aaahhh Goddamnnn!" he cursed, even as his massive cock began to wilt 
inside her.

"Oh ... oh no ... nnnooo!" Carol wildly screamed, gaspingly trying to 
skewer her delirious young body obscenely back onto his deflating cock, 
knowing even as she did it the action was useless ...!

The sadistic apartment manager pulled the stretching, flaccid length of 
his spent penis from Carol's wetly clutching anus and got to his feet, 
grinning down at where she lay panting on her belly and gaping up at 
him through glazed, half-seeing eyes. She saw him pick up her negligee 
and wipe off the lifeless, long length of his now useless cock, then 
begin to dress.

"Maybe next time, baby," he said, the grin still prevalent. "Don't get 
greedy, eh? I intend to fuck that sweet ass a lot from now on, so don't 
worry, one of these times we'll bring you off." He laughed and fastened 
his belt. "In the meantime, just call the goddamned mutt in and let him 
finish the job. Right now, I got business waiting, bitch, but don't get 
up-tight. Daddy'll be back ..."

Carol heard his lecherous laugh echoing back at her all the way to the 
door, and still long after he had gone out and pulled it shut behind 
him!



Chapter 10


Carol lay as if she'd been raped ... though she knew well enough that 
she hadn't ... or at least, if there'd been a force on his part in the 
beginning, it very soon hadn't been necessary. Her susceptible young 
loins throbbed with the unfulfilled desire he had satyrically incited, 
then sniggeringly walked off to leave tormenting her. He'd known it, 
but that might well be a part of his cruel sadistic satisfaction.

She wanted to cry, to spill out a pail-full of tears, but there wasn't 
time for that; her time had run out! Everything had run out, including 
all of her dreams! She had to leave there ... get as far away from Mark 
as she could! Whatever they might have had together, Ed White had 
destroyed ... but not without her sluttish assistance! She could have 
fought him from the beginning to the end, at least never enjoyed it ... 
but she had ... and the seething heat at that very moment burning 
inside her was all she needed to realize the truth!

Carol sat up on the davenport, at last aware that it was Sultan's 
scratching at the back-door which had propelled her. She picked up her 
negligee, but only held it in her hand, remembering how Ed White had 
lewdly used it. Standing to one side, she drew the door toward her and 
let him in, his big furry body a conglomeration of tail-wags and hot, 
loving licks against her naked thighs.

"Oh darling, why did I ever let you out?" Carol almost whined, 
squatting down in her nakedness to hug and kiss her pet. "If only you 
had been in here ..."

The German shepherd's hot affectionate tongue laving over the 
protruding fullness of one nipple-hardened breast was sufficient to 
whet her excitement to her very heels! All of the lust that Ed White's 
selfish animalism had frantically raised in her was still as vibrant as 
it had been twenty minutes before! Her soft belly ached with its need, 
and although she didn't think she'd be able to sit down for a while, 
she had to have her Sultan finish it the same way! God, it had been so 
licentiously devastating, beyond anything she'd ever imagined ...!

"Come on, baby! Come with mama! I need you ... need you ...!"

There would still be plenty of time left to pack and disappear, Carol 
heatedly reasoned, climbing onto the bed and remaining on her knees as 
she had for the vile monster next door. She spread her legs wide and 
turned her head to look back, seeing the big dog still on the floor. 
Lewdly, patted her upturned buttocks, beckoning him up onto the bed 
behind her, forcing herself to forget Mark Cannon, and everyone else in 
the entire world.

Sultan did, excitedly recognizing the pleasure-bringing sight of his 
mistress's offered love-core. She had left him outside so long that he 
had begun to wonder if she was in there at all. Moving up behind her 
widespread white legs, he sniffed the hot scent of arousal which filled 
his nostrils from that part of her soft smooth body.

He licked out at her steaming wet pussy, and Carol sighed beneath the 
gratifying rapture. Again and again, he repeated the animalism tonguing 
while she mindlessly thrust her fire-filled loins back at him, waiting 
for that beautiful moment when he would mount her with heavy-hanging 
penis, knowing that it would come ... and it did!

It happened while she was struggling to mentally beg Mark's 
forgiveness, even as Sultan licked her ravaged cuntal-flesh. In some 
sort of blinded wave of unknown passion she had begun to babble Mark's 
name, his handsome face blurred through the sensual vision her 
tormented mind formed ... And then, she felt her big darling's warm 
furry forelegs gently demanding at her sore, sensitive hips.

"Mmmmmm ... baby," she whimpered, reaching down between her open thighs 
for his hot, slippery red hardness that she knew would be there! 
Finding it, she drew the blood-swollen dog-shaft up beyond her cum-wet 
pussy-lips to the inflamed opening of her tingling anus, her brain 
racing wildly as she introduced its pointed tip there and flexed her 
open buttocks back toward it! "In there, lover! Fuck me there, my 
precious ... don't be afraid ... come on ...! Unnnggg ... yes ... 
uuunnnggg ... yessss, like that, baby ... aaauuggghhh! Oh ... ooohhhhhh 
... do it, lover! Yess ... like that! Fuck Carol's hot asshole ...!

*  *  *

Mark stood back with Queenie guiding him while both the plainclothes 
and uniformed men swept up the operation. He still held the tape-
recorder Ed White had bitterly thrust into his hands, and after, an 
officer came up to him to let him know it was all over. Mark grinned 
and nodded.

"You going downtown with us, Lieutenant?" the officer asked.

"No ... you go ahead ... no need for me today. Lots of processing. But 
we got 'em, fellow, eh? The end of another lousy drug source."

"Yes, sir! We sure did, thanks to you!"

Mark moved back then and stood for a few moments. Christ, how he wished 
he could've seen it ...! He remembered the tape recorder and ran his 
fingers over it. What the hell did this mean? He flicked it on ...

Minutes later, Mark Cannon moved farther back, dragging Queenie, until 
the wall of the building braced him! His knees felt as if they'd turned 
to water! He wanted to slump down and bawl ... but instead, he 
straightened very tall and began to feet his way with Queenie before 
him along the doorways of the apartments! His brain was afire when he 
touched her knob and found it unlocked! Gently, he cased the door 
inward, letting Queenie go before him, thankful that his animal-guide 
had been there before!

Had a herd of wild horses suddenly galloped through the apartment, 
Carol would not have heard them, and if she had they could never have 
commanded her attention! Lost in a blissful oblivion of lust-incited 
passion, the obscenely positioned girt moaned and toiled with lurid 
gyrations beneath the massive dog excitedly sodomizing the offered twin 
moons of her upturned white buttocks. She gasped and whimpered into the 
bed coverlet, her slackened face turned away from the door.

"Oooohhh, Sully lover ... fuck it good! Harder, baby! Ram it right up 
Carol's ass! Harderrrr ...!"

Mark froze in the open bedroom doorway, yet refusing to believe what he 
knew was taking place on the bed before him! His remaining senses were 
filling him in well, his mind sickeningly picturing what had to be an 
absolute bestial spectacle! The rhythmic battering sounds of flesh 
against flesh ... animal flesh against soft white human flesh ... 
lewdly beat at his ear-drums, drowned out only by the lascivious pleas 
of Carol's whimpering cries!

He stumbled into the room, Queenie watching him alertly, her own 
animal-eyes torn between her master and the sight of what was happening 
on the bed, her keen nostrils sensitively flaring at the ruttish scent 
filling the air. Mark sensed Queenie's reluctance to lead him further 
and he dropped her leash, well remembering the arrangement of the bed 
as he moved toward it. Christ, he had to see it with his own hands to 
be certain! It was beyond all reason ... or was he losing his goddamned 
mind altogether?

Sultan saw him first, immediately recognizing Queenie's master, but 
their presence not in the least alarming the preoccupied dog, he 
continued to hump his swollen hardness up into the fleshy grasping hole 
where his sighing mistress had placed it. A great heaviness had already 
begun to grow in his working loins from the tight heat her nether 
opening was charging through his throbbing penis, and he clung to her 
white body possessively as instinct drove him harder toward his climax 
...

It was impossible for Mark to conceive that Carol had yet to see him, 
or not be aware of his hands searching over her smooth naked flesh that 
was covered with a thin film of warm perspiration! Perhaps she did and 
was too stunned, or ashamed, to speak ... waiting for him to say the 
first word, but he'd be damned if he would! Oh, he was going to get an 
explanation all right ... because there had to be an answer, even for 
something as wildly obscene as this ... this ...!

"Mark! Oh, my God! Mark! Mark! Ooohhh!" her pathetic cry came suddenly 
up to him as if it had been wrenched from the depths of her soul, and 
he knew then that she'd just seen him for the first time. "F-Forgive me 
... bu ... but I had to ... had toooo ...!" Her broken sentence whined 
out in a series of blurted stammers, punctuated by the lewd sounds of 
Sultan's hammering cock fucking furiously up into her from behind!

Still, Mark didn't speak ... not yet, not until he was positive that 
the massive dog was actually sodomizing her ... and he moved his hand 
down over the taut, rounded arch of her ass-cheeks and then between 
them, until his fingertips felt Sultan's huge animal-hardness fucking 
hotly into the swollen lips of her widely stretched anus!

"Jesus Christ!" Mark choked. "I don't ... can't believe it!" He 
steadied himself by clutching her naked back, the feel of her damp hot 
flesh, along with the vivid picture his mind now held, causing his own 
jerking cock to nearly burst into an unwanted hardness. "Why ... why, 
Carol? For God's sake, give me an answer before I blow my top and ... 
and ...!"

"Oh Mark, darling ... I-I ... love ... you! I-I swear it ... Carol 
managed to stammer as she tried to look up at his shockingly hurt face, 
the beautiful barrage of Sultan's impaling cock-flesh and pummeling 
body making the whole world quake before her. "P-Please be-believe me 
... after ... I'll tell you ev-everything ...! D-Don't ... don't let 
him stop, lover ... I-I've got to ... cum ... I-I'll go maddd ...!"

"Oh Christ," Mark swore, his head reeling with the shock of it all. Ed 
White flashed through his spinning brain ... the tape-recorder ... his 
wife Peggy ... all of it, and he knew that drug-pushing bastard had 
played a part in it! He heard Queenie's whimper, but ignored it, his 
hand dropping unconsciously to the straining length of his own 
throbbing hardness imprisoned in the tight bind of his shorts ...

Carol saw that, too, and the sight added fuel to her passion. "Mark ... 
lover ... get naked for me! Please? Br-bring it here to me! L-let me I-
love it! ... for you ... lick and suck the hurt ... out of you! Please, 
darling ... I want to ... so badly ...!"

He heard his own breathing like a blacksmith's bellows suddenly heaving 
up from his lungs, a series of fiery sensations ripping through him at 
her ardent entreaty. Christ, she meant it, too! She wanted to suck his 
cock while Sultan sodomized her!

Carol whimpered a moan of new, maddening excitement when she saw her 
lover ripping at his clothes! She could sob, she was so happy! Her 
love-filled eyes watched his every move, her mind a seething cauldron 
of sexual hunger as she realized what she was going to do for him ... 
and herself! Her eyes feasted on the lengthy thickness of his rising 
cock when he revealed its blood-swollen hardness, and she remembered 
the erotic joy it had brought her last night! She reached for him when 
he started to climb onto the bed, just as she would all the rest of 
their lives ... if he would let her! She moved him around in front of 
her, at the same time knowing the sensations of Sultan's forelegs like 
a furry vise clamping tightly around her soft hips, She undulated her 
buttocks feverishly, giving herself fully to the breathtaking sodomy 
her animal-lover was pounding into her from behind!

And then, she had manipulated Mark into a kneeling position before her, 
his desire-hardened penis bobbing lewdly before her face! Carol reached 
out and curled her fingers around its hotly throbbing length, feeling 
it jerk at her touch. Gently, she slid back its heavy foreskin, sensing 
it pulsing in her soft small hand, its moist bulbous bead with the tiny 
slit at the tip intensely thrilling her. She heard Mark's husky groan 
at her tender, stroking caresses, and saw the pearlish drop of moisture 
bead at the little opening from the squeezing of her hand! Oh God ... 
she wanted that! Yes ... yes, and all that would follow, to the very 
last drop, squirting hotly up into her mouth and belly ...!

Sultan had seen it all through his alert animal-eyes, but none of it 
meant anything to him. Even now, as Queenie's master knelt before his 
own beloved mistress, the powerful dog knew only the instinctive 
craving that drove him ferally on. He clung eagerly to the soft smooth 
whiteness of her naked body and rapidly thrust the thumping hardness of 
his animal cock deep up into the fleshy heat of her nether core, 
watching with interest the movements taking place before him. He saw 
her take the human penis in her hand, the sighing vibrations of her 
trembling body clearly transmitted to him, and he saw her small tongue 
dart out to wetly lick over the tip! With an instinctive surge of 
energy, then, he charged deeper and deeper into his golden mistress, 
his swollen dog-cock painfully throbbing for release!

An almost frantic joy filled Carol as Sultan furiously fucked into her 
inflamed rectum from behind, and she gaped at Mark's long hard cock 
jerking hotly in her clutching hand. She drew in her breath and flicked 
out her eager tongue, banging it into searing contact with the smooth 
rubbery tip! She swirled it around slowly, moistly, experimentally, 
while Mark twisted and groaned on the bed before her. Then she ventured 
her tongue toward the tiny end-split and wiggled her tongue tip into 
it! Impulses of wild sensuality rippled through her nakedly trembling 
body as she tasted the pungent sweetness of his premature seminal 
secretions. She smoothed her hand along the rock-hard rod to its thick 
base, then downward to lovingly cup the velvety sac of his sperm-filled 
balls! Slipping her warm, moistened lips over the spongy head, then, 
she let it glide back along the full length of her tongue, her hot 
mouth locking around it in a fervid liquid pressure.

Mark groaned above her bobbing head, seeing with lust-filled fingertips 
her tightly locked lips ovalling hotly around his burning hard cock, 
hardly believing the electrifying picture of her beautiful, innocent 
young face so grotesquely distorted as she began to suck him with 
unquestionable desire! Good Christ, whatever or whoever had done this 
to her, he owed a hell of a lot more than bitterness or narrow-minded 
revenge! If this was a sample of their future together, he could never 
repay the instigator! She was sucking his cock as if she were never 
going to get enough ... and for damn sure, neither would he!

He began a slow undulation with his naked hips, sliding his thickly 
swollen hardness in and out of her lips with a slick, damp suction, 
guided by her hand grasping at its base, while he entwined one hand 
gently in her hair and saw it all with the fingertips of the other. The 
puffing and hollowing of her cheeks intensely captivated him as his 
cock moved in and out of her tight-rounded lips. Her entire satin-
fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the jolts of Sultan's 
powerfully sodomizing cock hammering rapidly up into her rectum from 
behind.

Oooohhh ... ooohhh heaven ...! Carol's mind screamed. She was caught 
between her two wonderful lovers' beautiful, lust-hardened cocks at the 
same time, both of them preparing to spill their hot liquid fire deep 
into her craving belly from both ends! In overwhelming rapture, she 
ground her widespread buttocks back hard against Sultan's furry, 
battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the 
smooth crevice between them. She sensed the tiny wet streams dribbling 
down the backs of her tremoring thighs, while the unnatural pressure in 
her stimulated rectum matched that mounting in her inflamed loins, 
warning of the climactic moment near at hand! Oh God, yes, she would 
cum this way ... she would!

For one brief moment, Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of 
drugged coma, imagining it all ... but no ... he was wide awake ... it 
was all happening! Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it out 
with the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his churning balls! 
Sultan's cock pounding violently up into the forever-opened channel 
between her lush buttocks was driving her ovalled mouth forward onto 
his own throbbing hardness until he wondered why it didn't choke her! 
It was reaching all the way back to her tonsils, his pubic-hair 
brushing at the tip of her cute little nose, while his sperm-inflated 
balls in her soft warm hands ached in a bloating buildup of massive 
pressure!

Damn! She was like an animal herself with her lips locked tightly 
around the length of his raging cock, increasing her unbelievable 
hungry little sucking motions until he thought his balls would turn 
inside out! Great swirls of heat were concentrating in their secret 
depths as he felt her passion-infused face pulling hungrily on it! He 
sensed the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward, 
pushing his throbbing penis up even further between the searing heat of 
her greedily sucking lips! He felt the tiny pink ridges pulling out 
from her mouth, clinging voraciously to his lust-inflated shaft, as she 
pumped her lovely head up and down, undulating her hips back at the dog 
in a wild uncontrollable insanity!

Oh Christ ...! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's 
throat! "Goddamit ... Carol honey suck it hard ... I'm cuummmiinngggg 
...

Carol heard his cry at the very moment he burst, his jerking cock 
gushing forth searing hot jets of his pungent cum! It flooded her mouth 
and throat with its delicious liquid heat! She sensed her cheeks 
bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy thick gulps, 
fastening her hips tightly around the spasming cock so as not to lose a 
single drop! On and on, his drum-tight bails continued to pump out the 
thick milk-white sperm into her mouth, while both of his hands clutched 
at her head, pulling her face harder down onto his convulsively 
softening penis!

The ecstasy of it was even greater than Carol had anticipated, and the 
first piquant taste of his cum triggered her own climax! She thrust her 
nakedly grinding ass-cheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, 
wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock raging up 
into her maddening, sensation-filled rectum!

"Mmmmmmmmffffhhh!" she moaned in rapture around his violently spending 
cock. Oh God, yes! Yes! Mark, yes, I'm cumming too, her mind screamed. 
Every muscle of her body contracted and jerked as she felt the super-
erotic release exploding through her screaming loins and belly! She 
continued to gulp and suck at her lover's crazily erupting cock, her 
soft, curl-fringed cuntal mouth clenching and opening like an angered 
fist, as if it had received the full pleasure of Sultan's ravishing 
cock rather than the hungrily contracting little mouth just beyond! Her 
insanely jerking young buttocks flexed into a straining hardness and 
she gurgled out a whimpering wail when her quaking body unleashed and 
exploded in the moment she had been striving for!

There was no time ... no space ... no motion ... only the unmatchable 
bliss of her orgasm! Again and again she was jolted by the unmatchable 
bliss of her orgasm! Again and again she was jolted by the spasmodic 
twitching of every muscle and tendon in her pleasure-filled, naked body 
... then Sultan began to hump forward faster and spew his hot load of 
seething animal-sperm deep up into the intricate recesses of her nether 
channel to her trembling belly! Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming 
and still slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his 
magnificently squirting cock!

Then, too exhausted to even speak, Mark held her tightly against him 
and lot her sleep. For a long time, her soft smooth curves continued to 
spasm with post-orgasmic muscle contractions even as she lay 
unconscious in his arms. They would talk later and she would tell him 
everything, but it didn't really matter. Nothing mattered except that 
he loved her, would always love her, and hoped to God she would still 
marry him ...

Then, another whimpering sound caught his attention as he recognized 
Queenie's little cry ... but there was something unusual in its tone! 
Suddenly, he heard the unmistakable rhythm of flesh against flesh ... 
only it was animal-flesh solidly battering animal-flesh this time, and 
he smiled to himself as he drew Carol's lush nakedness more snugly 
against his own. Everyone in the family was being made happy this day, 
and how he wished he could have actually watched it all ...


The End