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Chapter 1


In the beginning, there was no thought of the Levitt's German shepherd
Rex in Jan's pretty blonde head as she went grumpily about her early
morning housework. She was by far too preoccupied with other things --
in particular with the peculiar frustration she was continually feeling
with being married.

Not that she hadn't frequently noticed the sleek dog that lived next
door. Indeed, she had often puzzled over Rex' peculiar attraction when
he was tied up at the local supermarket, for it always seemed as if
every housewife in the neighborhood paused in her shopping duties to
give him a friendly pat and whisper some friendly words to the long-
tongued dog, which was usually sitting obediently on his haunches as he
waited for his mistress to finish her shopping.

"Hello, Rex, how's that nice doggy today?" they would ask. Or, "My,
that's a sweet little dog, aren't you?" And this puzzled Jan from time
to time. After all, it was true that Rex had a sleek, shining coat and
that he was the epitome of form in what one thought of as the German
shepherd physique, but after all there were usually a half dozen
pedigreed dogs parked outside the supermarket, all of them equally
handsome in their own way. Yet there was not a one among them that
seemed to inspire the response Rex did. He was truly unique in that
respect. Women couldn't seem to pass him up.

Yet so far as Jan could tell, there was not anything especially unique
about the dog. True, he had a handsome, intelligent face -- very
masculine, too, of course -- but that was scarcely enough to justify
such unusual attentions as he invariably commanded.

So this was just a part of Jan's ordinary curiosity with respect to the
Levitt's dog. But another part of it was Marge Levitt's seeming
preoccupation and possessiveness with respect to Rex. Jan had
frequently noticed Marge's usually cheerful face changing rapidly to a
sullen scowl if she came out of the supermarket and found someone
talking to or petting Rex. Occasionally she tried to remember if this
similar change of personality took place when Marge encountered a man
being friendly to the handsome German shepherd. But this line of
thought was usually futile, as Jan could not recall any such instance.
It was almost always some housewife who could be seen being friendly to
the sturdy, sleek dog.

Not that she pondered this overmuch. It was simply something she
occasionally gave a modicum of thought.

Marge's possessiveness also seemed to continue at home, for she kept
the dog chained securely and confined to the Levitt grounds. It was
never allowed to roam free like other dogs in the neighborhood, and
occasionally even Steve remarked that such a house dog should be more
savage, instead of so friendly as Rex obviously was. Jan didn't know
much about dogs, but she knew enough to know that this observation of
Steve's was fundamentally correct. Logically speaking, a house German
shepherd like Rex should be more vicious. But it was obvious that the
dog's nature was sunny and affectionate.

Not that one ever got much chance to find out. Marge didn't even like
to bring Rex next door when she stopped by for coffee on the odd
morning. At least not since that morning when the dog had nuzzled Jan's
leg in an over friendly fashion.

Marge had an unusual excuse to justify her possessiveness, though, and
she self-consciously brought this up on every possible occasion. To Jan
it seemed like a bad case of 'protesting over much,' but Marge's
justification usually went roughly as follows: Namely, that ever since
Rex had sired the Boardman pups down the road by that German shepherd
she-bitch Carla, the Levitts didn't want to take any chance of having
any lawsuits due to Rex' cavorting.

Which seemed reasonable on the face of it -- but then on the other hand
Jan had never heard of anyone being sued for letting their dog out and
having it sire unintentionally some other dog. That was, after all, the
way of the world, wasn't it? You couldn't legislate animal biology very
well.

But then she was no expert on the law, so maybe she didn't understand
the situation. Barrington Hills was a small community with very wealthy
families, and there was no dearth of money around to support lawsuits
if people became indignant over one thing or another. With people this
wealthy it paid to be careful.

Still, nothing seemed to explain adequately Marge's continual
nervousness, anxiety and possessiveness with respect to that dog.

Not that she hadn't been angry when she first learned of Carla's pups -
- and it seemed to Jan unreasonably so. Those pups had really altered
her personality.

Those pups. Several women in the neighborhood had tried to buy them,
but the Boardmans were interested in selling only to their friends, and
the price for such pedigreed German shepherds was high. The Boardmans
didn't know many people in Barrington Hills; so far as Jan knew, she
and Steve were the only persons they had offered one.

But what did she need a dog about the house for? Just one more worry
and someone to clean up after. And she would have to go through a
breaking-in period with it and so on. It scarcely seemed worth the
trouble.

And so it went -- on most mornings, a sample of her daydreaming
thoughts, idle and useless.

But this morning she was altogether too furious and uncomfortable to
give any thought to Rex at all.

And it was all Steve's fault, that rat. She was too refined to use any
term more rough than that. Last night had been absolutely the last
straw. She didn't see how she could put up with the situation any
longer. Maybe she would be able to discuss it with her parents when
they arrived -- Sarah and Arnold Talbott were scheduled to arrive for
two weeks vacation this afternoon -- she had always been able to
discuss things with her mother, although of course she was suitably
more reticent with her attractive, distinguished father, who, after
all, was a man.

Jan sat down at the kitchen table with a weary sigh and lit a nervous
cigarette. She fluffed out her long blonde hair and drew strongly on
the cigarette, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke out through her
luscious young mouth, which she felt was more refined for a woman than
blowing smoke out through her nostrils. She had been brought up to
behave like a lady, and she knew what was ladylike and what was not.

That rat. She couldn't forgive him. Although she had been brought up to
be respectable, reserved and refined, and she knew better than to let
her husband even guess that she might be capable of enjoying something
like sex, she still nonetheless could not escape the torrential,
merciless feeling of passion that arose in her loins whenever she
encountered his heavy desire-hardened penis. And last night it had been
worse than usual. And he had been worse than usual. She was beside
herself. He had gotten her worked up to such a crazed pitch of desire
with his foreplay, then disappointed her as usual with his early, too
quickly arrived at, ejaculation.

Only this time she hadn't been able to calm herself down with a cold
shower. After last night's big let-down she was still smoldering
without let-up. She could still feel a slight twinge of ever present
need within the sensitive walls of her vagina everytime she moved and
scraped her thighs together.

As usual, he'd been terribly inconsiderate in bed, just satisfying
himself and leaving her in the middle of her passionate escalation. He
had fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards, while she'd lain
beside him in passionate frenzy for almost two hours before she
fitfully dozed off.

So it was little wonder that the twenty-one year old, curvaceous blonde
wife had awakened in no less an erotic state than the sizzling fire
that sleep had temporarily banked for the night.

And then to endure a similar sexual episode with him in the morning had
been almost unbearable! Only the utmost effort on her part had kept her
from bursting out into tears of frustration. Like a jet propelled
athlete trying to set some sort of speed record, he'd raced his
lengthy, lust-swollen young cock in and out of the overheated liquid
sanctuary between her hotly steaming young legs, quickly settling his
own needs, then hopping from the bed while she lay there still
squirming and panting in unfulfilled desire.

"Gosh, baby, I'm sorry -- but I really got to hustle to work!" he
apologized, wiping off his deflating cock with a soiled T-shirt as he
hurried to the bathroom. Then at the doorway he'd turned and promised:
"Look, baby, I'm going to make it up to you tonight -- after your folks
have gone to sleep! Okay?"

"Oh -- whatever you say, darling ..." she replied weakly, rubbing her
thighs together and hoping that he wouldn't see how wildly, dreadfully
turned on she was. She feebly managed a smile for him before he turned
and stepped into his bath. Then the bathroom door had swung mercifully
shut on her tears.

In reality she had no such hopes that he would satisfy her that night.
That was an old promise of his that he usually forgot; she had no
confidence m it whatever. Ever since her honeymoon night it had been
like this, just a fast in-and-out for him, and smoldering resentment
and frustration for her until her frustrated young pussy had a chance
to cool back to normal, whatever that was.

But she wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to stand it. She
knew that her nerves were in a bad way, and she smoked more than ever
and had taken to nipping short drinks of whiskey straight during the
day. She needed a vacation somehow, from the terrible tension in her
aching young loins.

Jan sighed and looked around the kitchen before her eyes became glazed
over again, reliving the events of the morning once more.

With Steve in the bath, the temptation had been almost overwhelming to
finish the job with her fingers. She had played with herself up between
her legs for awhile, groaned mindlessly, and then finally managed to
control her unrequited passion.

She hadn't masturbated since she was thirteen, and she dreaded the
temptation to start now. Reverend Johnson had been very strict about
that when she confided in him. Girls that played with themselves got
pimples on their faces and could never go to heaven, because they were
sinners. Sex was only decent when carried on in the normal fashion
between man and wife.

No, she didn't want to fall into that pit of degradation. That wasn't
for her at all. Somehow she was going to have to find a way to work
things out between them.

Jan sighed and put out her cigarette, which she had inadvertently
smoked down to a nub. It didn't do at all to dwell on their problem
overmuch. One shouldn't take sex all that seriously, of course. It
wasn't nice.

Still, she couldn't ignore the smoldering ardor still glowing so warmly
in her soft white belly and simmering urgently in her young loins. But
was that so important? Not always. After all, they did love each other,
didn't they? Steve's real estate job was very promising, and they were
literally coining money. What young bride could ask for more than the
beautiful home they were buying in swank Barrington Hills? Even their
nice new car was paid for, and the furniture would soon be theirs. What
more could any girl ask for?

It was these thoughts spinning idly through her pretty blonde head that
she almost ignored the banging on the screen door.

Until a voice cried out sharply: "Jan -- oh, Jan!"

Jan looked up dreamily. There was a scratching at the kitchen screen
door as well. Why -- it was Marge Levitt! With Rex!

She got up carefully, smoothing her skirt and putting the ashtray up on
the kitchen table.

"What -- what is it, Marge?" she asked, unlocking the door.

"Don't you remember, dear?" Marge asked hurriedly, opening the door.
Rex scooted in quickly through the open door, the handsome German
shepherd's longish tongue lolling out all wet and pinkish looking. He
moved quickly around Jan's pretty long, tanned legs, the soft fur of
his coat brushing evanescently against her sleek hairless young flesh.

"Remember? Why --?"

"You said you'd look after Rex while we were on vacation," said Marge
almost tearfully, and suddenly, abruptly, she flung her arms about Jan
and hugged her tight. "Oh, dear -- you will be good to him, won't you?
Feed him regular and take him for walks? Please, Jan! Say you'll be
good to him!"

Jan pushed her away and looked into the teary face of the older woman.
Why, Marge was actually crying over leaving Rex behind! "But -- Marge,
if you feel like this why don't you take him on your vacation with
you?"

"Ben says no," she sniffled into her hanky. Jan took her tearful face
into her shoulder and ran her fingers into Marge's long black hair. The
two women's breasts met beneath their shifts. "Two whole weeks without
him!" Marge bawled.

"There, there, Marge, don't cry. It's not so long," Jan said gently as
she knew how, patting Marge's back like a handler gentling an upset
horse. The whole thing was strangely peculiar. It was not normal for a
woman to get so upset over leaving a dog behind for two weeks. Jan
looked down at where Rex had slid down onto the kitchen floor, his
handsome big head resting on his forepaws. The dog's eyes seemed to be
studying her very intently -- but why on ever for?

Or was she merely imagining it? She was so upset herself of late that
her mind might conceive anything.

Marge did dry her tears. "Yes, it is long," she said, glancing at Rex,
then at Jan and back again. "Longer than you think I wouldn't be able
to bear it, Jan, if I didn't know that someone as nice as you -- and as
innocent and trustable -- was looking after my little darling."

She had never heard a grown woman use such endearing terms before. But
what did innocent and trustable have to do with it? She was beginning
to wonder if Marge was losing her mind.

"There, there," Jan led her back to the door. "I'm sure that once you
get yourself together you'll see the wisdom of taking everything in
your stride, Marge."

Marge stepped outside the screen door and blew a kiss at Rex through
it. The dog promptly got up on its haunches, panting. It's long pink
tongue was genuinely slavering through his pointy canine teeth. "Bye
darling," Marge said to him. "Aunty Jan will look after you now, lover.
Be a good doggy for mama. Okay?"

Rex seemed to nod, adding considerably to Jan's mystification and
confusion, and then Marge ran, with a sob, back to her own house.

Jam looked down at her beautifully physiqued guest, who had now settled
down on his forepaws again. Goodness, she thought, this is impossible,
Mother and dad coming, and this dog, too. I'm going to lose my mind, I
swear it.

Rex looked up at her as if he understood, inclined his ears, then lay
jowl down on his forepaws. Jan sighed and fluffed out her long blonde
hair, self-consciously sticking out the full young breasts on her
chest. There was something about her neighbor's German shepherd that
definitely bothered her. She was convinced that Rex had the most
unusual eyes -- although it was difficult for her to put her finger on
just exactly what it was that troubled her about them.

It was as if there was an almost human perception about them, a kind of
understanding that was more than one expected from a dog ...

She shrugged this off. Another funny thought to take her mind off her
work, that was all. She really had to get to the housework.

* * *

The handsome German shepherd stretched his long sinewy body beneath his
shining coat on the cool of the Winslow's kitchen floor, watching his
new mistress, who had long blonde hair instead of the long black hair
of Marge Levitt. It interested him to watch the sleek young housewife
moving about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency.
He had often watched his older mistress with the same intenseness, and
he wondered why she had gone and left him with this pretty, young,
yellow-haired girl. He missed her terribly, but then he didn't presume.
One always did as one's mistress directed.

Nor was he entirely unpleased with his new owner. Jan had tied her
bright, copper-shining hair into a longish pony tail and generally
fixed herself up. As was her usual habit when by herself, she wore just
a very short miniskirt with thin filmy panties and no stockings, so
that she could feel the coolness on her legs. She also wore a bright
red sweater and no bra at all, so that her firm, heavy-set breasts
shook and bobbled slightly as she walked. She had always been self-
conscious about her breasts, because they were so abnormally large, and
she didn't like to walk very fast, because of the way they shook and
drew the attention of strange men's eyes. But with her neighbor's pet
the only other creature in the house, she could relax and be herself.

Not that it escaped Rex that there was something not quite right about
his new mistress. He sensed a certain indefinable dissatisfaction. Dogs
are so sensitive to human psychology that Rex could not help but notice
the indecision and general restlessness that seemed to characterize
Jan's most inner thoughts, even when she appeared to be working at her
greatest efficiency.

To Rex this usually meant only one thing: That his mistress would want
to do it later. He often caught the same wave-lengths and sensual odor
from Marge Levitt his older mistress, before they did things together,
and previous to that he had sensed similar feelings in women around the
neighborhood -- before they had become too friendly and his absent
mistress had tied him up and refused any longer to let him roam.
Consequently the handsome dog knew what to expect, roughly.

And now he sensed certain familiar feelings emanating from this pretty
blonde young woman, feelings that set his own heart to beating faster.
His former mistress had been so busy this morning, and in such a
peculiar state of upset emotion, that they hadn't done anything, which
gave Rex a vague feeling of slighted uneasiness. But now there was this
new pretty woman. He watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes,
instinctively knowing that she had a problem that he could help solve
...

But Jan had managed to calm down somewhat, and her state was not near
as frenetic as it had been. Now, as she wiped off the kitchen sink, it
occurred to her that she really had been too hard on Steve. He was a
good husband, after all, and it really wasn't necessary for decent
girls to have orgasms the way men did. She couldn't very well blame
him. He was probably normal for all that.

Not that she had any standards to judge by, as her husband had been the
first and only man for her to experience sexual intercourse with ...

A soft whine from Rex behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde
from pursuing this stream of thought. She turned, smiling now, and
looked down at the big handsome animal Marge Levitt had parked with
her. He was such a lovely beast that her former disgruntlement at being
saddled with him abruptly evaporated, and she got down on her haunches
and took his warm, soft muzzle into her hands, looking deeply into the
animal's big eyes.

"What is it, Rex? Getting hungry? Or thirsty?"

That was it, she thought. Had to set some food out for him. And she
needed another small drink of whiskey to calm her down some more, as
well. She wanted to be cheery when her folks arrived.

Rex made a little sound and panted, his long, slavering tongue stroking
her knees, one forepaw coming up to rest on her bared thigh.

For just a moment Jan was startled. The look in the dog's eyes was so
sexually warm ... for a moment she imagined that -- -but no, that was
impossible. She must be imagining it.

But did she imagine the sharp tremor of excitement as his hot, wet
tongue licked teasingly at her skin?

Silly girl, she thought.

"What's the matter, precious?" she softly cooed, scratching his ears in
the back. "Hungry? Thirsty? Jan will fix it for you." She
affectionately stroked the mighty dog's big, sleek-furred head. He had
such a lovely gloss on his fur she could almost see her face in it.
"Goodness, you have a wicked gleam in those big brown, lovable eyes.
You ought to behave yourself. One would think you were a young man
instead of a young dog," Jan laughed to herself.

Jan's soft, crooning voice was so silkily pleasant that, coupled with
the gentle pressure of her slender, stroking hand, Rex was filled with
a warm-hearted relish that was pleasantly musical. Instinctively he
raised his head, licking at the smooth back of her hand, to show her
that he liked her. Whatever had troubled her was of relative
unimportance, he knew, because her soft hand moved on his furry neck,
and then she hugged him against her cream-white outer thigh.

"It's easy to see how Marge gets attached to you," Jan smiled, tugging
at his collar. "By God, you are a lovable beast," the doting,
voluptuous young blonde wife teased. She got up abruptly and smoothed
her skirt. "Well, let's look in the refrigerator and see if we can find
something for you, handsome. There might even be a nice big bone in
there for you."

Rex made a liquid sound, almost as if he understood what she was
saying. Jan embraced him against her leg once more and stroked his
soft, sleek head. She lightly laughed. There was something about Rex
that made one feel funny, but she couldn't put her finger on just what
it was. She hoped she was doing right by letting him go untied. She
knew that Marge never did that.

But Rex seemed to be friendly. Indeed, she couldn't even remember him
barking. So he had to be safe. Generally he was quiet even when the
postman came by. This was probably what led the wives in Barrington
Hills to make such a fuss over him; he had a very sweet nature.

"No, I'm not going to be strict with you, Rex," she said in a sweet,
sad voice, giving the handsome dog one last affectionate pat. "You've
had too much of being tied up all the time. You're going to have a
vacation with Aunt Jan."

Rex basked in the warm, melodious gentility of her voice. It was so
full of kindness and love, he thought. His new mistress was wonderful.
And beyond her voice, he sensed in his closeness against her a poignant
scent not unfamiliar to him, a musky aroma which immediately inspired
the trained responses inside his large, muscular body. It was the human
mating odor ... he had been so skillfully educated to recognize it,
first in his early training, and then later on with his mistress it had
come naturally. His tongue slavered wetly and he waited for the proper
moment, especially eager to lavish his attention on his beloved new
mistress who had his doggy heart beat so rapidly when she petted him,
and his animal penis throb and tingle so sensuously in its furry sheath
between his legs.

Jan's head was still a mixture of confused thoughts, partly sexual
frustration, partly hausfraus-wifery that was all efficiency. She
opened the refrigerator, saw the big lamb bone she was looking for --
it was only left over from the roast anyway -- and bent down to pick it
up from its place in the dish ...

Only to suddenly feel something cold and wet behind her insinuating
itself up under her miniskirt and between her young tanned legs!

"Rex!" she gasped

Though it gave her a terrific jolt, the gorgeous young blonde felt as
if she had been turned to stone! She stayed bent over but frozen and
immobile at the unconscionable cool moisture of Rex' nose pressed high
up into the soft insides of her nakedly exposed thighs. She had no idea
why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least for a
smattering of decorum. But suddenly it seemed as if the prurient
excitement that had been so stringently banked was raging out of
control beneath that cool, moist pressure of Rex' nose.

She felt frozen and unable to speak. For one terrible, heart-stopping
moment she wondered if she had lost her mind. But try as she might, she
couldn't seem to break from her insidious position of bending over. She
continued to stoop there, waiting for something she knew not what,
unable to breathe, feeling the big dog's head shifting farther up
inside her miniskirt -- where the soft nylon crotch band of her panties
ran between her thighs -- and then, then -- the hot pressured lap of
Rex' wetly working tongue snaking up under the nylon leg band of her
panties and stroking along the blonde curling pussy hair all the way
back and up into her anal crevice!

"Oooohhhh ..." Jan felt as if she was gargling deep in her belly,
although the sound was actually coming only from her throat. With the
first evanescent, fiery flick of Rex's tongue along her cuntal lips, a
twinge of pleasure so great it couldn't be borne for longer than a
single instant inflamed her loins and licked out like a raging forest
fire throughout her thighs, belly and quickly then through the rest of
her entire sex-starved body. She moved softly and almost fell against
the refrigerator, holding onto it for dear life.

Good God! Rex had sensed her erotic need! What more did he sense? No --
no, he couldn't ...

"Aaaaahhhhh ..." His burning, long thick tongue still moving teasingly
under her panties felt like a firebrand at the thin vertical lips of
her hotly flaming pussy. The caress of that tongue against her
helplessly upturned vaginal slit was like nothing else she had ever
experienced in her entire life.

There! He did it again! Jan groaned and hung onto the open door of the
refrigerator, the blast of cold air from inside combining with the
fiercely lascivious sensation of Rex' tongue sweeping so hotly along
her cuntal crevice. She hung there in space, stooped over helplessly,
as he drew his feverishly singeing tongue upward once more, through her
open and vulnerable thighs along the entire murderous length of her
hotly flushed vaginal slit.

"Oooohhhhhh," Jan struggled to raise herself up, to resist this
irresistible titillation ... and finally she managed to straighten, her
entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her buttocks
cheeks closing tightly together to press out that insidious pleasure-
giving nose that was so much what she needed at that particular moment.

She gasped and turned around, her hot young breasts heaving with
emotion, her eyes shining. Oh God! Was this the answer to her prayer? A
dog was neither masturbation nor, technically, an illicit lover. The
wonderful in-between land of animalism!

But wasn't it dirty nonetheless?

She held the lamb bone in her hand as she gazed down with gleaming,
heat-drenched eyes at the dog-paramour who was staring up at her with
almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging furry
tail.

"So ..." Jan breathed hotly, almost unable to get her voice. "That's
why Marge and all the other housewives are so in love with you, you
devil ..." Her voice came out in a tremulous, nervous whisper, all the
sensations she had struggled against for the last several hours rushing
over her in an implacable wave almost uncontrollable desire.

But she kept her thighs clutched tightly together nonetheless, even
though this terrible, passionate intensity threatened to overwhelm her
voluptuous, blonde young curves.

"You ... you ... so that's why ... why every housewife in the
neighborhood stops to say hello to you, and pet you -- when their
husbands aren't looking ... they knew ... and I didn't ... oh God! That
handsome face ... and this is how Marge trained you ... oh God ... oh
God ..."

The large German shepherd made a small, whimpering sound as he gazed up
at the sexually intoxicated young bride. She was confused, he sensed,
but he was content to wait. It was often this way the first time with
human women. They needed time and patience.

But was he whimpering for the bone in her hands or for her? Jan
wondered. Or was it both he needed?

She clutched her breast, her eyes wide with breathless indecision.
Surely she couldn't be thinking ... feeling ... that ... Her pussy
twinged and she made a hoarse little cry. Did this animal sense what
sort of obscene desire was tormenting her? She shivered and suddenly
rushed to the bathroom as if Satan himself were on her heels.

But there was no avoiding the need for some sort of decision. Her loins
fairly boiled as she whirled at Rex, who had come leaping after her.
Her breasts heaved irregularly with volcanic, unfulfilled desire. She
had to resist ... had to ...

"Oooooooh God ..." Then suddenly it was too late. The furry length of
Rex' soft warm nose pressed heatedly against the side of her nakedly
trembling leg and she felt faint. She closed her eyes and suddenly she
was carried away on a wave of desire so sudden and pure that she
totally forgot who or what or where she was.

Because now all she could know or sense was the fiery feeling glowing
so fiercely up between her heatedly aroused young vaginal lips ...



Chapter 2


It seemed an eternity before she was able to pry her eyes open again.

Where was he? Oh yes, that soft moist muzzle so affectionately pressed
against her leg ... Jan felt as if she were bathed in a heated pool
containing nothing but purest sensuality. This concept that was
broiling her loins to a cinder had no counterpart or explanation or
excuse in any kind of moral law; because it was never discussed, even
clandestinely, women fundamentally had no defense against it. Animalism
was a state all of itself and bore no relation to anything else a good
woman was trained to resist. Consequently it was difficult for a young
innocent like Jan to marshal any arguments against it. It was simply
there this hideous, subtly obscene desire, growing like a hot coal
between her legs ... until all will was leaving her and she could not
fight it any longer ...

Suddenly she could not believe it was her own voice was speaking, so
hoarse with blind passion, "Here, darling ... come in here with Aunty
Jan!"

Rex' animal eyes gleamed. This was what he had been waiting for. His
soft paws stepped forward onto the tiles. His sniffer could taste the
warm scent of sex emanating now so strongly from beneath Jan's flimsy
miniskirt and panties.

"Yes, darling," she hissed breathlessly, mindlessly, all of her
defenses gone and evaporated into the humid closeness of the bathroom,
her loins fairly boiling with desire. Come on, baby, that's mama's
darling ... come and, and, and, and, and, get the nice bone! See what a
nice thing Jam has for you!"

The breathless, breath-taking young blonde heaved her breasts out with
desire as she watched Rex approach her. It was too late by far to stop
now. She knew she was acting like a depraved whore, but there was
something evil infusing itself into her mind and body so potently, that
she was powerless to resist it! Her flesh had taken possession
completely, and her all her here-to-fore fiercely moral will had been
caged.

The eager animal whimpered lustfully again, its thickening red penis
slipping ever so slightly out of its well-concealed sheath, the tiniest
drop of semen appearing on its bright, gleaming tip. It knew what it
wanted, but it was trained first always to please the mistress of the
house.

A mild shudder rippled through Jan's hopelessly turned-on being. The
sheer eroticism of the situation, without any counterpart in her living
memory, coupled with the mild dosing of whiskey she had subjected
herself to all day long, combined to make her giddy and without
reasonable restraint on her emotions. The awful, frustrating, tingling
feeling she had felt after her husband, Steve, had drawn his penis out
of her much too early had returned with greater force than ever -- and
here was the means, secret and discreet, for satisfying that terrible
passion ...

So she stood there, the door now closing behind Rex, and then suddenly
she spread her legs and lifted her miniskirt luridly up above her
waist, revealing through the tissue thin panties her hotly seeping
young blonde pussy, nestled so earnestly within the light, fleecy
fringe of golden hair!

"Rex!" she panted, reaching down with her fingers and pulling her panty
crotch band aside. "Quick! Do it for Aunt Jan the way you do it for
Mama Marge. Lick it, baby! Lick between Jan's legs for her!" The lewd
hoarse whisper came out hot as if from a blast furnace, electric jolts
of raging excitement to flash through her flaming young cunt.

She watched the handsome dog eagerly, her eyes ablaze, a spot of
licentious saliva appearing on her hot red lips. Every move the
muscular animal made her knees turn to water, until she thought she
would fall. Everything about her had turned to jelly before the
fascination of this great, handsome beast. There was a rage within her
cunt that dominated her completely and without exception or mercy.
Unimaginable sensations of frenetic lust stabbed into her up between
her legs as she realized that he understood! He was actually going to
lick her up there between her thighs!

"Oooohhhhh ..." Her eyes shut again. "Hurry, Rex ... oh darling hurry
..." She thrillingly trembled. Would he? Would he? Her burning pussy,
now so moist and almost dripping with passion was totally exposed now.
Would he? Would he ...?

He did!

Jan uttered a mindless cry of purest delight as the beautiful darling's
long, thick tongue suddenly snaked out, curling wetly at its tip as it
searingly splayed open the fervid, sensitive young lips of her
passionately waiting pussy! Before she knew what was happening, it had
laved its way to the very mouth of her desire-inflamed vagina,
separating wetly the soft, hair-fringed folds, drawing with a scorching
heat upward between, and then climaxing with an agonizingly
electrifying twist at the delicate bud of her already hotly vibrating
little clitoris!

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," she gurgled ecstatically. And now there was no
stopping him. She pressed her fingers into his furry head as his lewdly
nuzzling nose assaulted the most inner recesses of her secret being.
Again and again the handsome brute repeated his fiery lingual caress,
drawing gasps of wild obscene intoxication from the young blonde
housewife, her full, firm chest heaving for breath. Over and over his
lapping tongue splayed through the widespread crevice between her
ardently shivering legs, singeing her exposed and vulnerable loins
thrust so obscenely forward, the soft, curl-spreckled pubic mound
seething with primitive sexual energy. Rex's deliciously lustful
licking of her erotically steaming vagina had left her no better than a
whimpering, gibbering idiot, crazy to feel every last lick, every last
wild, thrilling, mind-bending sensation from that handsome furry head
that was pursuing her cunt with an ardent devotion she had never known
before in her entire young life.

As for Rex, he hadn't been interested in the lamb bone for a single
minute, and now her slender hand opened, helpless in the grip of this
furious passion, and the bone dropped with a clatter to the tiled
floor. Rex didn't notice at all. From the moment his new, beautiful
blonde mistress had raised her skirt and shown her down soft cuntal
lips by pulling her white nylon panties aside, he was interested in
nothing else. He knew from vast experience what to do, and he did it,
slavishly, with that long wet tongue of his, licking through the blonde
curling pubic hair, and her eagerly responding cunt, and flicking
around her moist upper thighs as well, where they shivered under his
lapping touch. His blood raced ruttishly, and his pinkened penis
extended dangerously from its dark enclosure. The delicate scent of her
rousing loin-spill, flowing outward from his mistress' entrancing young
cunt, filled his keen sensitive nostrils and made them flare. He
stroked with increasing urgency and ardor the moistened, silky pink
flesh between her sensuously spread thighs. His strong German shepherd
heart beat wildly at her exciting feminine sex odor, the intense fever
of her desire contagiously spreading to his own powerful loins.

"Darling ..." she breathed in a lost fit of passion. "Darling ... oh
God ... honey ... yes like that ... oh darling ... that's it ... lap my
cunt! You darling!" she hissed through passion-clenched teeth, her eyes
tightly shut, her neck muscles straining as her beautiful blonde head
lolled back, rolling all of her long blonde hair over her shoulders
back and firmly round young buttocks. A blue vein throbbed ardently in
her temple as all of her healthy young being gave itself over to the
sheer exquisite joy of having her cunt lapped by an animal with such
marvelous understanding of the human female need.

''Oh lover ... you sweet ... sweet beauty ... oh love me to death! Lick
me! Oh God ... I'm dying ... Keep it up, baby ... don't stop ...
oooohhhhhh ... don't ever stop ... Mama Jan will cum in a minute ... oh
ohhhoooohhhh ... faster, baby, faster ... lick ... lick ... DARLING!"

Every nerve ending in her body seemed to scream for completion ...
completion ... completion ... only ... only the most blinding orgasm in
the entire world that she had ever known ... oh ... oh ... oh ... oh
...

And then it penetrated to her mind. Agonizingly, tormentingly, wildly
debilitating at first ... and then so it drove her out of her mind --
there was someone knocking at the front door!

For a lengthy moment Jan felt as if she were rooted like a tree trunk
into the floor of the bathroom. All she wanted was this wonderful,
mind-blowing orgasm ... lustfully captivated, she wallowed like a
performing seal in the throes of forbidden enchantment ...

But the knocking finally became too much, too distracting. Finally the
huge dog discontinued his lavish obscene caress, as he had been cued to
do years ago.

Oh God, just one second more and she would have cum! She was sure of
it! She wanted to scream from unabated excitement. She thrust her hotly
seething vaginal hump obscenely forward, trying to tempt Rex back, but
the handsome dog was too well-trained to respond to knocks and buzzers.
Instead of continuing the lewd tonguing of his beautiful blonde baby-
sitter, he nosed his way out the door and into the hall.

"Ooooh, God," she groaned reflexively, almost the first real anger Jan
had ever indulged in her entire life. Her saliva-moistened vagina
shivered maddeningly almost to orgasm -- but not quite. Groaning with
rage, her eyes blazing, she shoved down her wrinkled miniskirt, and
flung the door to the bathroom open with a heavy bang against the wall.



Chapter 3


"Jan . . Oh Jaaaaan! Yoo hoo!"

It was her mother! Jan gasped. She had better get herself together in a
hurry!

She glanced into the hall mirror as she passed it on the way to the
door. Her cheeks looked unnaturally warm and pink, but after all that
was nothing and would subside in a moment. For the rest of it, there
was probably no trace.

Which wasn't to say that she didn't produce enough sexually excited
scent for a smart dog like Rex to pick up. She glanced back at him with
a sly, conspiratorial smile. Clever fellow. She would have to get back
to him later, if her old guilt feelings didn't come back. Her hot young
vagina was veritably burning up.

"Coming, mom," she called, trying to fix her hair back in its sleek
blonde pony tail. About half of it had come undone during what she had
been doing so obscenely with Rex. She didn't want to look like an utter
wreck when she opened the door. Things would be difficult enough over
the next few weeks, trying to sneak a few precious moments with her
neighbor's darling pet and having to look after her folks at the same
time.

"Jan!"

She opened the door and there was her mother. A little more gray in her
hair, but fundamentally the same attractive, changeless woman. Her
father, Arnold Talbott, stood back and slightly to one side as Sarah
Talbott enfolded daughter Jan in her loving arms and gave her a hot,
wet kiss on the side of her neck. "Hello, dear, they seemed to say with
unison.

After the clench with her mother, her father stepped forward and they
embraced. Jan was so hot from the incident with Rex that she almost
forgot herself and embraced him a little too snugly. Her hot young
pussy was fairly screaming with love and need. Her face was so flushed
with sex heat that she was certain he must have noticed it.

"Oh, it's nice to see you, dad," she said, trying to conceal her hyper-
heated sensuality by kissing him lightly on the cheek.

But Arnold Talbott caught the hint of something unusual on the heat of
her breath. Yet he knew that Steve was at work. What was up?

"It's nice to see you, dear."

Jan stared at her distinguished father for one long moment in time.
Arnold Talbott still had a full head of brilliant white hair and, at
forty-five, was still a very attractive man. What was more, he knew it.
He was tall for a man his age, about six feet, and he carried his lean,
well-kept body with an air of elegant grace.

"Well," said Sarah Talbott, at last breaking the heavy, pregnant
silence. "Shall we bring our bags in?"

"I'll help you," Jan said cheerfully. She was genuinely pleased to see
her parents, and the hot desire in her belly was quickly subsiding.
Even now she felt as if she was regaining some of her sanity. For one
brief moment she considered that she might even find the interlude with
Rex just that and only that -- an interlude. Maybe all this heated
sensuality would pass and she would ignore the handsome dog in the
future. Maybe she should blame her depravity on the whiskey she'd been
drinking in quiet shots all morning. Certainly it was not like her at
all to behave so obscenely. Now that she was getting her head back
together, her ability to resist depravity was sure to strengthen.

So she helped her parents bring their things in. Her mother chattered
on and on, though, about all the traveling they had been doing for the
last few weeks -- her father had taken a month's vacation from the
plant he owned that made ball bearings and sheet metal. They had
visited her brother in Alaska, and also contemplated a Caribbean
cruise. In any case, now they were with her and they could relax and
rest up before deciding what to do next.

After getting their bags into the guest room and doing a minimum of
unpacking, Sarah Talbott brushed her hands over her voluminously formed
breasts, down her hips, and generally shifted to straighten out the
snug, voluptuously formed suit she was wearing. Then she went into the
kitchen and sat down at the table as her daughter poured coffee. Her
eyes studied the curvaceous young blonde and for the thousandth time
she marveled at the adorable sexy way that her beautiful young daughter
was put together. Since she and Arnold had become secret swingers nine
months ago -- after twenty years of marriage -- she had developed a
more heightened appreciation of such things. She had always known that
her lovely blonde daughter was sexy and attractive, but now she
appreciated as well how vitally important this was in life.

Which wasn't to say she hadn't always appreciated her own
attractiveness. Indeed, she had wallowed delightfully in the knowledge
of it. But previous to her and Arnold 'cutting out' with the marriage
and departure of their last child, she had always regarded her
voluptuous proportions as something that was used only to tease anyone
else besides one's husband. Though there had been temptations, until
their recent departure into the world of 'swinging,' Sarah Talbott had
been devotedly faithful to Arnold for a steadfast twenty-four years.
And she had brought her children up to have similar highly structured
view on the behavior of a woman within the marriage bond.

But now, as she watched her luscious, sleek golden-haired Jan moving
about in the large and elegantly furnished kitchen, she wondered if she
had been entirely right in the way she had brought her daughter up.
Because swinging had taught her how pleasurable -- and perfectly decent
-- swinging could be. There was scarcely anything that could fire her
more now than to witness Arnold having his heavily hardened cock sucked
on by some other woman, or to see him standing over her snapping
pictures while she had her legs spread wide and some new man fucked
heatedly into her eagerly absorbing pussy. She could only wonder that
it had taken them so long in their married life to discover such
delight.

Which wasn't to say, of course, that she had taken any unfeminine
advances in the direction of doing it with other couples. Originally
the idea had been entirely Arnold's and she had even been a little
reluctant about it.

For some time after Jan was married and went off to live in Barrington
Hills, Arnold had begun showing up with obscene pictures which he
allowed to lay around casually here and there about their swank five
bedroom Georgian house on the North Shore in Kenilworth. Incredible
stuff, really, it seemed at first, with couples swapping, and lengthy
daisy chain orgies where one simply could not tell what was going on,
or who was doing what to whom. Women sucking on men's cocks, and having
their vagina's reamed with hardened poles of male flesh, while other
men sucked on their titties, and so on. Women getting their cunts
licked, too, and so on. Sometimes the daisy chains seemed to be
occupying twenty people at a time. There were blondes, redheads,
brunettes, brownettes, of every size and shape. Some tall and slender
with hard pomegranate tits. Others short and buxom and rosy so that men
at the very sight of them would want to eat them up. And everyone
cavorting and having an incredible obscene time in a fashion that set
her heart to lurch violently.

She had tried complaining to him at first, but he had standard retorts:
"Don't be silly, Sarah, there's nothing illegal about keeping that
stuff around in your own house." And: "Maybe you ought to consider
doing a little swapping yourself, ourselves. At your age there's no
chance of getting pregnant, and we haven't got so long to go in this
world that we can afford to pass up any side amusements. You can't
tell, it might be fun, doll. Why don't you trust me and find out?"

She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however. Right up
to the point where she felt that she was losing him. He would go out
and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse. In the
morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick. Finally she
couldn't take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment. She
consented tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him
happy and he would stop being silent with her.

In short, she did it initially -- started swapping -- solely to please
him.

But what a change there had been after their fist few sessions! Even
the first one, as brief and unsatisfactory as it inherently was, had
opened up an amazing world of fresh thrills and sensations that she had
never even dreamed existed.

Being totally naked and getting fucked by a strange man with her
husband watching turned out to be the most fearfully, heart-palpitating
excitement any woman could possibly imagine! Before long she had become
an even more devoted swinger than Arnold. Her entire personality
changed and opened up like a flower that had been grown in the shadows
for too long. Her eyes seemed to open miraculously. As thrill after
thrill pounded and drummed through her tall, voluptuous body, she found
herself screaming out and crying obscenities that she had never dreamed
of uttering in twenty-four years of married life. Her cunt fairly
throbbed with excitement; her orgasms were mind-blowing and explosive,
ripping her apart from one nerve ending and through all the others.
Before long she wanted nothing but sex, sex, sex of every possible and
conceivable type. She couldn't seem to help herself. Her cunt pulsated
continuously now as it considered the approach of the next tongue or
the next cock plunging wildly within her burning cuntal crevice. She
seemed to be in a constant state of excitement and anticipation for the
next mind-blowing sexual scene of swapping with other couples. She had
even learned to love watching Arnold licking another woman's pussy, or
fucking some gorgeous young blonde from behind in the rectum or cunt.
Nothing now seemed any longer obscene or repellent. They had both
become supremely sexual creatures, living only for their wild
hedonistic thrills. She wondered only how she had managed to survive so
many decades existing in any other state. All the years that had been
wasted! But now she was going to make up for them, that was for sure!

Indeed, it was even noticeable that very soon their roles had become
almost reversed -- so that now it was she who was the supreme hedonist
who couldn't seem to get enough of sexual swapping, while occasionally
it was Arnold who complained that he was a trifle bored with the whole
thing and would like to stay home more!

So it was that she considered all this as she watched her lovely,
fulsomely developed young blonde daughter putter around her kitchen,
her shining yellow pony tail swinging in the breeze. Jan had never had
her hair cut, so that now the point of her pony tail seemed to be
pointed right down into the crevice of her succulently shaped young
buttock cheeks. The fulsome thrust of her impudently firm young bosom
reminded Sarah somewhat of the gorgeous nineteen year old brunette they
had swapped with the previous week in Anchorage during a brief trip
away from Jan's brother's home. That had been a sensational session!
The brunette's handsome young boy-friend had turned out to be a six-
foot-five lumberjack hairy as a grizzly. His massive cock and balls had
really set Sarah's loins spinning wildly, so that she had sucked him
off slavishly and practically tried to almost completely swallow his
delicious young balls. Arnold and the brunette had had to pull her off
of him. What a gorgeous animal that young man had been! Indeed, it had
been almost like being fucked by a grizzly bear when his massive rod
sluiced into her cunt from the back, with that big boy riding her as if
she were an animal bitch! Her orgasms had been truly shattering and
mind-exploding! She had been totally mystified to find she could not
get her head back together for fifteen minutes afterward, and even then
she had come out of it gibbering like a mindless idiot from her
fantastic climax.

If both men hadn't taken to gently sucking on her tits, she might not
have gotten her head back at all, in fact. She had really been out of
it.

Jan poured coffee for the both of them. Arnold was still getting
organized in the guest room. Sarah continued to study her statuesquely-
put-together young blonde daughter.

And she found herself wondering mildly if Jan had ever had any obscene
thoughts.

But of course not. Until she herself had been introduced to swinging,
she had brought her lovely voluptuous daughter up so carefully that she
could never be really interested in sex in a 'dirty' way.

If only she had realized years back that she was probably doing more
harm than good!

But now it was probably too late. Her lovely daughter was probably too
prudish by far. She wondered how Steve managed. God forbid she should
ever find out the path her distinguished, social-register parents had
taken! If the Wilmette Woman's Club ever found out! And Jan could never
possibly comprehend it!

She smiled softly to herself and sipped her coffee delicately. Her mind
fluttered back to Steve, her handsome young son-in-law. Now, there was
a charming boy. He had the most beautiful succulent lips, like those of
a Greek god, coupled with a Roman nose, jet black wavy hair, deep, sexy
blue eyes slightly lidded like Robert Mitchum's. His shoulders were
impossibly square and broad, and the rest of him she remembered as
trimly muscled, from his washboard tummy to his long, muscular
swimmer's legs. Shoulders like his belonged to a boxer, but his
trimness was that muscular slenderness of a gymnast. She wondered if he
was still so magnificently proportioned, like a young god.

"Sugar, mother?"

"Two, please, dear. You know how I like it."

Sarah Talbott lit her king-size cigarette and placed it delicately in
the ivory cigarette holder she had bought in San Francisco. She stirred
her coffee and wondered mildly if she would be able to get the handsome
young son-in-law in bed with her. Just the memory of him set her heart
to racing. But wouldn't he be shocked if he knew, the innocent lad!
They would have to work on him cautiously. No use upsetting Jan by
clumsy planning!

Then of course there was the fact that in this particular instance
Arnold would not have anybody to swap with. He could scarcely swap with
his own daughter!

Or could he?

No -- no, that was just a bit much. She was a swinger, Sarah Talbott,
but she was fundamentally a decent person. She knew that society had
invented the taboos against incest with good reason, although she
couldn't think offhand of just what they were,

Arnold would just have to be satisfied with her having a go at the
handsome Steve. After all, she didn't kick up a fuss when she caught
him working over their gorgeous redheaded daughter-in-law in Fairbanks,
did she? No, she had merely closed the door again and let them continue
without interruption.

So he owed her one.

Suddenly her eyes darted. A German shepherd lay curled up in the corner
next to the refrigerator. Then it occurred to her -- she had noticed
the animal immediately upon entering, but she had been so absorbed in
seeing Jan again that she had completely forgotten it.

What a handsome animal it was, too. What sleek, shining fur. Certainly
very healthy looking.

Then her eyes widened. She was alarmed to see the animal suddenly begin
stroking the slightly protruding pink tip of its penis with its very
own tongue! How disgusting!

Sarah glanced hurriedly at Jan. Had she noticed? Apparently not. Well,
she wasn't going, to say anything herself.

She looked back at the dog. Now it was licking its rapidly exposing
penis repeatedly and with increasing heat. Sarah blanched. That devil!
She studied its long, muscular mature body. Its haunches were
magnificently proportioned, if she knew anything about dogs. I'll bet
he drives all the bitches in the neighborhood wild, she thought with a
secretive smile. Handsome devil

Then she noticed that Jan had joined her gaze. She was quite surprised
to see her daughter look sheepishly away, down at her coffee. The
pretty blonde housewife's cheeks turned a bright crimson, but she said
nothing at all.

How odd. Sarah decided that it was up to herself to break the ice in
this curious situation.

"Well, that's a dog that certainly knows how to misbehave, isn't it?"

Jan's pretty blush seemed to deepen. "He's not an it, " she said a
little too hotly, feeling as if her loins were clutching a handful of
squirming snakes. "He's a he ..."

"Obviously," said Sarah, still watching the thoroughly engrossed dog,
who paused occasionally in his self-ministration to cast a hot,
amazingly human glance in her direction. She was quite taken aback with
the force in that glance -- or was she imagining overmuch?

"He's just a pet from next door. I promised Marge Levitt I'd look after
him while they were on vacation," Jan said lamely, her cheeks flushed
with embarrassed blood.

Sarah smiled and picked up her coffee cup. She averted her eyes from
the misbehaving dog. "Certainly, dear. It's just that this isn't what
one expects to find in one's kitchen."

Jan looked with sparkling eyes at Rex, hoping desperately that her
tremulous voice did not give her away. "I suppose I could let him
outside."

Sarah said nothing. She felt a vague curiosity about something she
could not precisely define. Her daughter's air was altogether too
urgent and tense. This was not like Jan at all.

She looked back at the handsome German shepherd. Watching the sleek,
muscular animal play with its own genitals, she could not repress a
tremor of excitement up between her own thighs as she abruptly found
herself trying to imagine what a lengthy tongue like that might feel
like worming up along her own vaginal crevice and then flicking wetly
at her hot little puckered anus! The older woman found her nostrils
flaring. She had become altogether too aroused sexually over the last
few months not to feel something watching that magnificent animal. She
looked over at Jan who had stood up and was taking tentative steps
toward the handsome animal. Had she overplayed her puritan hand?

Yes, her performance had been altogether too convincing. "Come on,
Rex," Jan said lightly, tugging at the German shepherd's collar, "it's
outside for you."

Rex made a tiny whining noise, casting what Sarah saw as a
breathtakingly flirtatious glance in her direction. Then she lifted a
hand to her throat in hot, sensual astonishment. Surely this she must
be imagining!

But no -- the dog continued to glance back at her as his new blonde
mistress led him out the kitchen door and onto the patio,