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Chapter 1


Young blonde Peggy Davis worried all the way into town on Saturday
morning that this was a mistake. She knew it was Bob's idea and she
always went along with whatever her husband told her, as he was the man
of the house even when he was away on a cruise. She was not like some
of those Navy wives she could mention who couldn't wait until their
husbands were away at sea so that they could run things their own way
again. Why, she knew women who had whole wardrobes, even wigs, that
they never wore when their husbands were in port, only when they were
away! She could never do something like that, not in a million years!
She certainly could never look Bob in the eye again if she ever once
did something that sneaky and conniving. But all the same, this seemed
like sort of a mistake. Of course, if she had been like those other
women, she could have just ignored her husband's letter and gone on
about her business. Some of those girls could just stand there and lie
with a straight face when the ships came in at the base in Norfolk, but
not Peggy Davis! Bob said to get a watchdog for their house trailer and
she was going to do it.

She supposed it was really her fault, telling him about that break-in
over at Mildred Dupree's place. And that poor cocktail waitress that
was attacked and raped going home from work early in the morning hours.
Maybe if she hadn't been hard up for news to write him about she never
would have mentioned those awful things, but she had, and now he was
worried and wanted her to have a dog to protect her. Sure, she knew it
was silly, but Bob said to look around for one and that was what she
did.

For a while it looked like nothing was going to turn up and she had
almost decided to give it up as a lost cause. Just one dog had been
offered, a German shepherd. That was one of the kinds Bob suggested,
but they wanted a hundred and fifty dollars for him. A hundred and
fifty dollars for a dog! Why that was more than the monthly payment on
their trailer! But then, she'd heard about this one this morning and
the price was certainly right ... it was free if she wanted it!

Annie Dalton was an old friend of her mother's who worked as a
volunteer at the Animal Home Shelter in town and Annie had been one of
the first people Peggy went to see when she got Bob's letter but there
wasn't a single dog in the shelter that came close to being the
watchdog type and Peggy had given up on finding one that way when the
postcard came from Annie. There was a beautiful male Doberman pinscher,
she had said, whose owners had unfortunately been killed in an
automobile accident on the interstate. One of the male volunteers had
brought him in and initial reports were that he was extremely vicious
so she had not thought of suggesting this one. But Annie herself had
seen the dog, even took him out for a walk, and she reported that it
must have been the shock of the accident that upset him for he had the
temperament of a lamb -- with her anyway -- though he still did not
seem to get along with any of the men who worked there. Apparently no
one in the family up north wanted him so he was theirs to dispose of
and it was this or ... well, Peggy didn't even want to think about that
because she had always loved animals, any kind, big or small, since she
was a tiny little girl on the farm. Oh, she hoped he would be friendly
and like her! If she had to get a dog now even though their budget
could scarcely afford another mouth to feed, she hoped it would be a
nice animal. A nice happy companion to keep her company until Bob got
home, that was all she asked!

* * *

Hero was indeed a high-strung devil, just as the shelter had warned
her, and, for a few minutes Peggy was sure in the back of her mind that
she couldn't take him. Lordy, he was just too jumpy and nervous! She
couldn't have a dog around like that! But it was the eyes that clinched
the deal ... he had the most beautiful, soul-stirring black eyes she
had ever seen! They were so ... well, so human! He didn't really look
like a dog at all when she looked at him head-on, right into those
beautiful peepers! Well, one look and she was sold. And Hero had
another home.

His name was about all they knew about him, and only because it was
engraved into his studded leather and metal collar on a small plate.
Just Hero, nothing more. Those poor people who died must have been a
strange family, Peggy found herself thinking as she drove back to
Paradise Grove Trailer Estates. Why, such a nice car and all, and
apparently lots of money, too, but Annie had told her -- in strictest
confidence, of course, as it was really official shelter business --
that none of the relatives from up north even came for the funeral.
They just sent some money down through a lawyer and had it all arranged
here and not one of them would take the poor dog! Like it was his fault
somehow that they got killed. Peggy looked back in the back seat where
the big handsome Doberman pinscher sat quietly and she could see his
eyes -- those gorgeous eyes! -- staring at her in the rear-view mirror
... Don't you worry, fella' -- you've got a home now and I'll try to
make you forget all the pain you've been through!

And it was true that they seemed to get along beautifully right from
the very start. Annie had suggested it might be because Peggy looked
like the dog's deceased mistress, but the young Navy wife put that
notion aside. "Ugh, Annie, that's the most morbid thing I've ever
heard! He's just like all dogs ... he can tell when someone likes him.
And I think he's just adorable! Hero and I are going to be the best of
friends, aren't we, big boy?" she said, and just like he understood
every word, the big muscular animal sat up and barked. But it was a
friendly sort of "show-off" bark and Peggy could see he liked her as
much as she liked him.

It was nearly four o'clock when the young blonde wife got home with her
new charge, wending her way through the Saturday afternoon Virginia
beach traffic, and it was hot enough that she was really glad their
house trailer was air-conditioned. They never would have bought such a
luxury, not on Bob's Navy pay, but as luck would have it, they had
spotted an ad for a trailer sales company that was throwing in a room-
sized air-conditioner with all trailers purchased that weekend, and so
they had hurried down and now they had one of the few trailers on their
whole street that was air-conditioned. And it really made a difference
when she came home, tired and worn out from a day at the supermarket
where she worked as a cashier. Saturday and Sunday she had off,
luckily, because some of the other girls had to work a half day
Saturday mornings or afternoons, and it was nice on these summer days
just to sit around inside and watch TV and not get all hot and sticky.
She liked Virginia well enough, but the summers were just so humid down
here in the Tidewater area, what with ocean and bays and marshes all
around. Back inland, toward the Blue Ridge where she had grown up on a
tiny farm before her dad had died and she and her mother moved down to
Norfolk where the jobs were easy to get, the weather was so much
better. Colder maybe in the winter, but none of this dam sticky
humidity! She'd certainly be glad when Bob's orders for San Diego came
through. Of course, it wasn't definite yet, but he had written that
there was a pretty good chance of their going, and for days that was
all she could think about. California! She'd dreamed of it since she
was a little girl and went to see all those awful movies about
California hot-rodders and beach bums. It had been then sort of an
escape for her, dreaming about one day being out there in all that
sunshine and easy living. That was when her mother was working nights
at a textile mill and she was trying to make it through high school and
working Saturdays and Sunday afternoons right there in the same
supermarket she worked in now. Of course, she had seniority now and it
wasn't so bad, what with getting the best shifts and picking her own
lunch break times and all, but it had been awfully rough in those days.

"Hero, how about a bath, fella? You look like you could use one after
all that time in the shelter." The huge black Doberman seemed to ponder
her words a few seconds and then his eyes actually sparkled with warmth
and that amazing trusting love that animals have for people who treat
them nicely. He trotted to her side and licked her hand as it dangled
and then sat expectantly at her feet, his face glowing with what had to
be an actual smile! It was uncanny! Two hours together and he seemed as
devoted as a treasured pet she might have had for years and years!

"Well then, good-looking, let's go out back and I'll give you a good
scrubbing, how about that?" Hero sensed the warmth and affection in his
new mistress' voice even if he was unsure what she meant and he wagged
his behind and his short Doberman tail excitedly. "You're just
incredible, Hero! I always heard that Dobermans were supposed to be
fierce and mean. You don't seem at all like that to me, though I
wouldn't want to tangle with you if you got mad!" She patted him
affectionately and felt the hard muscular animal flesh ripple under her
touch beneath his short dark fur; he pranced up and down like a
Tennessee Walker, eagerly anticipating whatever it was that his
wonderful new mistress planned for him. She led the way outside and he
pranced along happily at her heels, through the kitchen door and out
into the tiny yard behind the large house trailer. There was a fence
around the area and here and there a few brave flowers were sprouting
from the leached out Virginia soil. Next door was an almost identical
back yard that wore a more lived-in look and on a folding chaise lounge
was a tall slim brunette in a very skimpy pink bikini stretched out in
the hot afternoon sun. Hero's keen eyesight enabled him to spot the
woman immediately as he leaped from the trailer onto the earth outside
and he froze expectantly at his mistress' side as the woman rose from
her reclining position and hurried to the fence. He did not know the
woman was Peggy's best friend, her neighbor, Dottie Mangum, and so he
stood rigidly, poised to defend his new mistress if she gave the word.

"Peggy! When did you get the dog? He's so handsome!" She hurried around
to the gate at the side of both their trailers and let herself in.
Immediately Hero tensed and his lips came back to bare his sharp,
pointed teeth and he growled menacingly. "Oh! Is he mean!" exclaimed
the darker-haired woman as she began to back slowly toward the gate,
her hand to her mouth in sudden anxiety. "He won't bite me, will he?"

Peggy crouched beside the threatening dog and stroked his head gently,
slowly so as not to frighten him. "Just stay where you are, Dottie,"
she said from the corner of her mouth and then to the animal, "That's a
good boy, it's okay. You just don't know Dottie yet and you deserve
some praise for coming to my defense."

"What defense, already? I was just coming in to see him!"

Peggy waved her arm at her friend to quiet her. "He didn't know that,
Dottie! He just thought you were going to hurt me, didn't you,
handsome? Come on over now and I'll introduce you. Hero, this is my
friend ... she won't do me any harm and she is to be your friend too,
understand?" She looked deeply into the huge animal's soulful black
eyes and he really seemed to understand every word! It was incredible!

"Uh, hello, Hero ... is that his name?" Dottie held out her hand
timidly, and Hero sniffed it and gave it an affectionate lick. "You're
amazing, big boy! Peggy, what a smart dog! Where'd you get him? Tell me
all about it, okay?"

"All right, all right," replied Peggy. "But you'll have to help me give
him a bath. I'll tell you all about it while we scrub him down, okay?
He's got quite a history, this lovable boy!"

"Ooooh, certainly! I'll help you! What girl wouldn't want a chance to
wash a big handsome devil like him!" Dottie giggled.

"Well, you just remember he's mine, Dottie Mangum," exclaimed the pert
young blonde.

"And don't you forget it, either!"



Chapter 2


Dottie hurried back home when she heard Eddie's car pull up in front of
their house trailer, or mobile home as he liked to call it. She had
stayed over at Peggy's too long and completely forgotten that it was
nearing dinner time and her husband would be home. "Yoo-hoo, darling,
here I am!" she called cutely, well aware that half the homecoming
husbands on the street were feasting their eyes on the well-shaped
curves so scarcely concealed under her pale pink bikini. "I'm over
here, honey!"

Eddie Mangum wore a thin tight smile even at this hour, after a day at
the office that had begun with a cup of coffee and two doughnuts at an
all-night doughnut stand at seven this morning. His smile was the badge
of his profession, and, like his comrades of the backslap, handshake
and telephone call, he wore it proudly. Eddie -- never Ed or Edward --
was a PR man, a public relations account executive with Randolph and
Phitts and was fast earning his star as number one man around the
offices downtown. At thirty, he had his career mapped out for him and
he did not mind particularly a couple of years purgatory here in
Virginia if it would advance his standing. "Hello honey ... good
afternoon, Peggy!" His wife was at his side now and he caught a quick
glance of old Cecil Wilkins across the street nearly falling out the
door trying to get a better look at the good looking brunette inside
that flimsy bikini. "C'mon, let's go inside and cool off. We don't want
to give the local hayseeds too much of a free show, now, do we?"

Dottie laughed huskily and put an arm around her husband. "Those
hillbillies? They wouldn't even know what to do if I dropped my bikini
pants and waved them at them!"

Eddie pulled open the glass storm door and they went inside. "Don't kid
yourself, Dottie. Some of these boys are pretty slick!"

"Slick! The only thing slick about them is the grease they put on their
hair!"

"Oh, honey, you kill me, the way you talk! I know it's not exactly the
greatest place in the world but you know it's only for a couple of more
years and then we'll be moving to one of the bigger offices."

She shook her head. "I don't care, it's still the armpit of the world
and I miss California! We don't have any real friends here and we don't
ever get to ... well, you know."

"Yeah, baby, I know. You don't get to swing here because the police
would probably lynch us publicly if the word got out ... if the
neighbors didn't do it first."

He was right and she could not deny it. It was not easy to remember how
they had become a part of that southern California "swingers" society
but somehow it just happened. Maybe it was just a small party they went
to at first, she thought, but it all seemed so long ago now that it was
hard to be sure. They had never planned it, of course, but all of a
sudden they were just in it. Small groups at first, then larger pool
parties with all the girls running around topless and then the men
jumping out of their bathing trunks and wow! All those big thick cocks
swinging around and everybody fucking and sucking and God knows what!
Oh Christ, it made her all wet and warm in her bikini bottoms just
thinking about it! One night alone she had gone into the bedrooms with
eight different men! Eight! And every single one of them had fucked her
until she saw stars and she remembered she had screamed so loudly from
sheer ecstasy that the hostess had to come in once and quiet her down
so the neighbors wouldn't complain. Oh, California, those were the
days!

"Wistful daydreaming again?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry ... yes, you're right. I'll be all right now. It
just gets me down sometimes living here. Especially when I remember the
good times back in California. I sure wish we could get something going
here!"

"Well, stop wishing! You know that sort of thing is out of the
question!" he said imperatively. Then he added, "However ... if you do,
be sure to include that sweet piece next door!"

Dottie laughed and reached for the hooks that held her bikini top
together. "Still got the hots for Peggy Davis, huh? I don't understand
... she's certainly nice enough, but she doesn't seem your type at
all."

"Oh yeah, maybe she's a little country, but baby, those bazooms! Jesus,
she's got a pair of knockers on her that just won't quit!"

"Now you're turning into a tit man, eh? I thought you were a fanny-
grabber from way back!"

"I am, I am! But she's no slouch in that department either. Man, would
I ever like to throw the ol' meat to that little honey!"

Dottie had wriggled out of her bikini top now and her rich full breasts
had spilled free of their cups and swung tantalizingly down to her
chest, twin white melon-shaped islands in a sea of tanned flesh, capped
with the crinkly dark half-dollar nipples that peered at him like an
extra pair of eyes.

"Anything wrong with the knockers you have at home?" she purred
seductively, one hand under each breast, lifting its soft weight
lightly and holding the resilient mounds up and out in unmistakable
offering to her ambitious young husband.

"Oh baby, you know better than that!" her husband exclaimed, hurriedly
getting out of his white shirt and tie. "Let me at 'em!" he cried and
pounced on her like a sailor on a five dollar whore. All at once his
lips were everywhere on her naked flesh, warmly licking the hardening
tips of her nipples, tracing a path with the moistness of his tongue-
tip between her proudly bulging peaks of feminine flesh.

His hands coursed over the smoothness of her bare back and down over
the lust-inciting swell of her shapely buttocks, as his fingers probed
deeply into the moist and hairless nether cleft and his thumbs hooked
in the tight elastic strip of her bikini, pulling it down and over the
full womanly curve of her ass-cheeks. She spread her thighs just a
little so that he could tug the tightly-fitting swimsuit bottoms down
along her long lithe legs and she stepped out of them with a little
shiver of anticipation and excitement. She liked being naked, it felt
good to her, and if there was a man there too it made it all so much
more exciting! Her husband's tongue dropped from the tingling fleshy
mounds of her breasts and traced a thin trail along the smooth flatness
of her belly, rubbing over the soft, nearly invisible little hairs that
led the way to the fluffy vee-shaped mound of pubic softness below. She
shivered again, more violently this time, as his tongue made its
initial electric contact with the nerve-filled bud of her tiny pink
clitoris. "Ohhh, God, Eddie, that's so good! Your tongue there on my
clit like that is fantastic, fantastic!"

He had pulled himself free of his trousers and undershorts without ever
once taking his tongue away from the fragrant dampness of her warmly
secreting vaginal cleft. Christ, it was so delicious! It was uncanny,
but there always seemed to be something different about Dottie ... some
exotic forbidden taste she had to her there that was so good it was
addictive!

She pushed him away firmly but gently and for a second he looked up at
her with a puzzled expression but when he saw that certain little tight
grin spreading across her beautiful face, he knew what was coming. God,
how that woman liked to suck cock! Man, she could eat four before
breakfast and still be hungry!

Dottie looked down into her husband's eyes and pushed on his shoulders
until he took the hint and let himself fall backward onto the carpeted
floor. Christ, how she wanted him now! Nothing could turn her on like
the hot hardened feel of a good thick cock there so deliciously in her
mouth. And when it squirted its scalding thick load down her throat all
she had to do was merely squeeze her thighs tightly together to massage
her clitoris between the moist warm lips of her vagina and she would
cum like a speeding freight train!

The heavily panting brunette was trembling with anticipatory excitement
as she leaned over her husband to trail her full lips wetly down over
the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she
purred softly, "Ready, lover? You want your big hot prick sucked,
baby?" He moaned under her practiced touch and she kept it up, knowing
he liked it when she talked like that. Most men did. It seemed to
appeal to their baser instincts and it never failed to get the action
started. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his stiffened hardness
which was so achingly erect there jutting out from the slight paunch of
his abdomen. She crawled in between his spread legs to hover on all
fours with her face just above the towering red length of his lust-
engorged penis, knowing that he could feel her heated breath on him
there and he was squirming in eager anticipation of the feel of her
moist warm lips clasped tight around his aching rigidity.

Eddie choked out a muffled grunt as he lay on the living room rug, and
she began to stroke his thickened rod of male hardness first with one
hand and then between both hands with a slow, pressuring motion. He
groaned again, thrusting his loins upward as the warm wetness of her
tongue-moistened lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his
now steel-hard cock.

"Mmmmm," she cooed excitedly and he groaned once again, reaching down
and knotting his fingers in her shoulder length brown hair to guide the
rhythm of her now lewdly bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his
head now to watch her contorted face as she lustfully stuffed all of
his fleshy hardness between her ovalled lips. It made the sensation
that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy
cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for
Dottie whenever she could actually see her husband's laving tongue as
it washed into the open moist crevice of her pinkly throbbing cunt.

And now Dottie's rapt attention was centered solely on the pulsating
hardness fucking deep into her mouth. Sometimes, just to make the
enjoyment even more exciting and wicked, she would close her eyes and
pretend that it wasn't Eddie's cock in her mouth at all, but some other
man's. Mr. Conner, the muscle-bound garage mechanic that lived down the
street. Or perhaps Rick, the delivery boy who brought the groceries
when she left an order at the Super-Save Market instead of driving into
town to the big stores. What difference did it make? A cock was a cock
and it was true, she did love to suck them! Any cock! Just the taste of
them started the ol' juices flowing down there between her thighs and
pretty soon she would be so wet that there would be a big damp spot on
the insides of her legs if she kept them together. With these lewd
thoughts in mind, she sucked up and off his rigid hardness then and
began to play over the purplish spongy glans with the tip of her
tongue, boring teasingly into the tiny wetness of its little end-slit
the way she knew every man liked. He shook beneath her slavering tongue
as if he were feverish, and once more she worked the heavy outer layer
of foreskin up and down, finally drawing it all the way back to slide
her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy organ, enclosing the
swollen, blood-filled knob at the end in the hot moist pressure of her
mouth. She tightened them elastically around its solid thickness and
again began moving her head around in the lewd motion she knew her
husband liked to see.

"Suck it baby, suck it!" Eddie gasped loudly as she gently cupped the
leathery sac of his cum-laden testicles with one hand and stroked the
base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other.
At the same time, she twirled her saliva-moistened tongue spiritedly
around his smooth warm cock-head with every upward suck, letting the
tip flick maddeningly into its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex,
and was certain that his head was raised and his eyes were still upon
her, watching the lust-provoking spectacle of her obscenely bobbing
head presented for him.

With her woman's intuition, the cock-hungry brunette sensed rather than
felt his throbbing reaction and began to suck his throbbing member
harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting flesh,
leaving wispy bloodless trails beneath the surface of the skin. With an
uncontrollable feeling of masochism, Dottie began taking more and more
of it into her mouth, sucking it toward the shelter of her throat,
sliding her hands down beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins
up tighter toward her face. Furiously, with the passion of a savage
animal, she swirled her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knob
of his cock until she knew it was nearing the bursting point and would
soon explode in a torrent of thick pleasure-giving cum that would gush
down her throat and fill her completely with its seething warmth.
Almost every inch of its thickly rigid length was buried down her
clasping throat!

Remembering her little secret thrill, she tightened her thighs together
then, massaging their supple resilience rhythmically against one
another to squeeze the pink hair-lined lips of her cuntal crevice
together and massage pleasurably the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect
clitoris. Almost immediately great swirls of familiar heat began to
pressure her in the seething fury of her naked loins and belly. She
felt her desire-swollen breasts swaying erotically beneath her in time
to her every slaving movement. Below her, the muscles of her husband's
belly began to tauten like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the
carpet to push his pounding cock-flesh even further into the sucking
cavern of her wetly enveloping throat. Eddie began to moan then as if
in great pain, the signal for her that he was almost there and she set
herself determinedly, fervidly straining her slim girlish thighs and
cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate moment of his sweet climax.
She knew that just one taste would be all she needed. One pungent drop
of his hot sweet cum and her own belly would explode in rapturous
ecstasy!

Suddenly he groaned and then gasped hoarsely, "Shove it down there,
baby! All the way, you sweet cock-sucker, all the way! It's cumming,
honey ... it's ... Aaaaaaaahhhhh!

With a shuddering chill of passion that rocked through both of them,
the voluptuously working brunette sucked with savage fury until every
last thick drop of his viscous load was swallowed deep inside her.
Wildly she sucked as he emptied his semen-filled balls far back into
her wetly clasping throat and once she nearly gagged on the torrent of
rich hot wetness but still she managed to gulp it all down. And when he
had moaned his last and given his final signaling shudder, she gently
licked him clean and lay down across his still-quivering belly, a
crooked smile of peaceful ecstasy across her cum-moistened lips.

Eddie Mangum looked down at his naked tan wife and sighed under his
breath. God, she was something, all right. Why, half the men in this
country would trade their own wives and half their fortunes for a woman
like her. And he was appreciative, no question about that. But
sometimes ... well, sometimes at those special quiet moments like this
one, after the gasping, choking frenzy of their mutual lust and
passion, he would think quietly to himself. Think about the times in
California, the swapping and the wild parties. And it was times like
this when he worried about Dottie. She was a nympho at heart and they
both knew that. She had her own special kind of frenzied passions and
needs locked inside her and sometimes she was just too much for one man
-- any man -- to handle. That was why he missed California ... Dottie
was always satisfied out there and if for some reason -- too much work
or a touch of the flu -- he wasn't able to take care of this insatiable
desires of hers, well, someone else would. And then, of course, he
would get his turn with the other man's wife. That was part of the game
and that way nobody got hurt.

But here it was different. Here there was only him ... unless Dottie
looked elsewhere on her own and he knew she wouldn't do that. Yes, he
worried ... she was like a leopard that someone had made a house pet
of. Sweet and purring and loving, but one day ... all that animal
savagery and frenzied passion might spill over and ... no, he didn't
want to think of it. Not now. He knew what Dottie would want in a
minute when she got her breath back and it wouldn't do to have his mind
on something else!



Chapter 3


Peggy Davis finished bathing and rinsing her new short-haired Doberman
pinscher alone after Dottie hurried home to meet her husband. The
lonely blonde felt that familiar pain in her heart when she saw Eddie
pull up in front of their mobile home, his face all smiles and his eyes
filled with love for his wife. It was at times like these that Peggy
knew the heartache of being a serviceman's wife. Being alone for months
on end without her man. Without any man! Oh stop that, she cursed to
herself, damn it Peggy you have to get a grip on yourself and stop
thinking so much about it. It's hard on any woman going so long without
... well ... I just have to stop thinking about it, that's all! Bob's
going through enough without having to worry about his wife too!

She recalled the anecdote he had told her just before he left, the old
Navy line about how "every sailor comes home with the hope he won't
find his wife just as he left her ... freshly fucked!" It was a
terribly crude way of putting it but she knew those poor men and boys
thought about it a lot when they were away for months on end. But then
she remembered what some of the other girls had told her about the
famous Mediterranean liberty ports -- Palma de Mallorca with all its
Scandinavian tourist girls down for a good time, Naples with all those
big-breasted Italian women -- and she'd seen enough Italian movies to
know what they were like! Oh stop it, you can't keep thinking like
this!

"C'mon, Hero, let's go inside, baby," she whispered softly as if he
could understand. "You'll just have to keep me company for a couple
more months until Bob gets home. You will do it, won't you big boy?
Peggy's strong handsome Hero ... let's go in and I'll dry you with a
towel and see about some food for you!"

She took a large fluffy bath towel from the hallway linen cupboard and
wrapped it around the muscular animal and began to stroke him lovingly
beneath the heavy cloth until his fur was completely dry. As she rubbed
him tenderly, the big black dog looked directly at her with those dark
sensitive eyes of his and she could just feel her insides melt from the
unashamed love and affection he exhibited so openly there. He wasn't
like a human, he didn't keep it hidden from view. No, he was open and
proud of his love for her and it made her feel warm all over to see
that he had fallen for her as easily as she had for him. It was
frightening ... unreal somehow, that look in his eyes. Those deep dark
pools seemed to hold all the secrets of the world, all the love, all
the hate ... she laughed at herself for feeling so foolishly
melodramatic, but he was almost human. No, he wasn't ... he was more
than human, he was a spirit trapped in an animal's body!

"Oh, Hero, I have to stop letting my mind wander," Peggy said to him
softly and he cocked his big animal head and gazed at her like he
comprehended every word. "You're just a big lovable dog and no more.
But you're mine now and we have each other even if there's nothing else
for us right now." She was thinking of the hurt they shared -- he
without his master and mistress, though he probably could not
understand that it was a permanent separation yet. That would come in
time. And herself without her man. The pretty blonde shivered and felt
a bit of moistness in her eyes. Hero, I guess I really am the lucky
one. At least my Bob is coming back ... you will have to carry your
hurtful loss around the rest of your life.

Suddenly she felt very close to him and she hugged him tenderly about
his furry neck and he seemed to understand because he licked her wetly
on the cheek and his tiny stub-tail began to wag frantically and soon
his whole sinewy body was quivering and prancing around. "Okay, my
handsome man, I'll stop being so melancholy and we'll concentrate on
having a good time. Neither of us needs to be reminded of our sorrows
right now, do we?"

Hero looked at her understandingly and his animal thoughts ranged back
over his short life until he remembered another moment such as this ...
the day his real mistress brought him home from the place where he had
been born and weaned. She was much like this human, that mistress of
his, young and vibrant and always saying soft loving human words that
sounded so pleasing to his ears. She had loved him too and he loved her
in return with that special kind of permanent devotion known only to
animals and not to humans.

His mistress had taken him to a big house in the outdoors, not close to
the frightening noises that humans made with their machines that raced
along the asphalt paths, and there he had lived for three years until
his mistress and her human companion, the one she called her husband,
decided to take that unfortunate trip south for a holiday. Hero
scarcely remembered his mistress's husband as he was seldom around and
when he was, he treated Hero badly, like just another piece of
furniture and it made him feel badly that his mistress spent so much
time with that human when he was home.

Hero felt his pulse quicken as he remembered all the wonderful times he
had spent with his mistress. But this human seemed to be his mistress
now. He could not fully understand it. There had been an awful noise
and he remembered that his mistress had cried out and he had tried to
bark and leap from the rear seat of that machine to help her as she
sounded in real fright but there was another noise and he remembered
tumbling and falling as if he had run off the edge of the earth and
then there was nothing. There were other humans finally and strange
sounds and smells and then they took his mistress away and he tried to
bite the men in white who were carrying her but some other humans
caught him and he was thrown into the back of another human machine
that smelled of dogs and cats and he was taken away. That all seemed a
long time ago to Hero now but he remembered it just as a human would.

His legs grew weak and he became nervous and fretful as he recalled
especially those special moments he and his mistress had shared
together ... those times alone when her human companion was away and
they were free to be themselves. He remembered the special tricks his
mistress had taught him and how he had performed them faithfully,
though they seemed useless at first. But he had quickly grown to love
and enjoy their special quiet moments together, and as he became aware
of the joy and happiness his performance could bring to his wonderful
mistress he began to perform his special tricks as often as she would
allow him, with or without her urging. It became their secret life
together and they shared it with no one and she seemed never to want
him to perform his special skills when her human companion was around
and that made him sad and he always longed for the day when her human
would go away and they would be alone again.

And now, here, just for a moment he thought he had sensed that certain
special aura that always triggered his well-trained skills with his
mistress. It was a special scent that she seemed to be able to give off
as a kind of signal for him and it seemed that he sensed it here with
this new human -- his new mistress? -- as she talked to him in soft
quiet words that were so pleasing.

But no ... now the scent was gone and perhaps he would never be able to
perform his wonderful tricks again. It made him sad to think of it and
he lay down quietly at his new human's door as she began to undress.

"You're so well-scrubbed and clean, Hero, that I feel ashamed by
comparison," Peggy said to him in soft gentle tones unaware of his
animal thoughts. "You wait a second and I'll put out some food for you
so you can eat while I take a bath, okay?"

Hero watched curiously as she took off her dress and he could see
nearly all of her suntanned human skin and he was reminded of his real
mistress -- she had looked a lot like this when she undressed. And he
felt that keenness begin to stir in his animal loins, for it was at
times like this, alone with his mistress, that she sometimes took off
her clothes like this and it was usually then that he got the special
scent and he knew that she wanted him to perform his special tricks.

She was completely without clothing now. He could see all of her flesh
fully and his heart ached at the sight -- she was so much like his
mistress. And now his mistress had gone and left him somehow. But this
human had turned away from him and he could see easily that certain
portions of her body that stirred this familiar restlessness in his
powerful animal loins. But no, he could not ... it had to be as he was
taught. He was a well-trained animal and he would await his orders
always and not be a disgrace to his breed.

"Okay, handsome," she said. "Follow me and we'll rustle up something
good for you." He leaped to his feet in one easy stride and padded
softly behind her to the kitchen, his keen eyes on her bikini-stripped
buttocks as she walked ahead of him. With hungry eyes he watched her
open a can of dog food and spoon it into a dish for him. In three gulps
he had finished it and was running to catch up with her in the
bathroom. Yes, she was much the same as his mistress. There was no
difference that he could perceive. And she was indeed kind to him, not
like those humans back at that awful place who had kept him penned up
with a bunch of stray dogs and trash from the alleys. He would like to
perform with her, for her ...

Peggy ran the bath water as hot as she could stand it and then slipped
gingerly into the soothing tub, stretching her five feet-four inches
beneath the warm waters as she lay back against the end of the tub, her
eyes closed. It seemed that all of the day's cares and pains just
seeped out of her magically and into the bath water. She splashed it
cautiously onto her breasts and gasped as she felt an electric tingle
race down into the depths of her belly. Oh Bob, why do you have to be
so far away? Why can't you be here with me, right now ... right here in
this tub! Naked and ... oh I mustn't! Words and thoughts like that
can't help me ... it'll only be worse!

When she had stretched her peaceful sojourn as long as she could and
there was no hot water left in the water heater to add and keep the
bath comfortably warm, Peggy rose from the tub, wrapped herself in a
fluffy bath sheet and quickly dried off. Hero was curled peacefully in
the doorway, seemingly watching her, and she felt a tiny bit uneasy
somehow -- there was indeed something strange about that animal. It was
as if he were not a dog at all but another human ...

Peggy shrugged it off and went about the business of drying and hunting
for pantyhose and clean panties. The bath had not really helped, at
least not the way she had hoped. Instead of soothing away her gnawing
anxieties, the hot water seemed only to have temporarily muffled them
and now she was feeling the sexual frustration more than ever. Oh God,
I don't know if I can stand it much longer, she confessed to herself.
How do those women do it, the ones who stay true and faithful and wait
for their husbands for years and years? I mean, how do they keep from
going crazy!? Damn it, there I go again ... I've got to find something
to occupy my mind or go nuts!

She cursed herself for the rapidly warming glow she felt between her
legs. Damn it, aren't I like all the others? I'm no tramp ... I've
never done it with anyone but Bob, but ... Oh Christ, how I need a man
right now!

Suddenly she felt her cheeks flush and she laughed out loud at her
foolishness. Wow, that had to be the ultimate ... I've embarrassed
myself! Nobody here but Hero and I'm blushing like a bride!

But it was true. Bob had been the only one for her. And he had always
been enough for her. Dear God, sometimes he kept her going until the
sun was coming up! But he wasn't here now ... and he could do nothing
to quench this aching hunger that was driving her insane with its
gnawing tenacity! Sometimes it was like a blow torch being held to her
vagina, searing her with a thousand degrees of flaming desire!

She bent over to look in the bottom drawer of the hall closet for some
panties and a brassiere. There had not been a sound to even hint that
Hero had moved from his newfound spot in front of the bathroom door but
... Oh!!

Peggy nearly screamed from the sudden cold surprise, but she didn't
move. She was still bent over, frozen immobile at the feel of the
unmistakable cool wetness of Hero's nose high up on the soft warm
inside of her left thigh! She could not say why she did not jerk
upright in shock or fear, or at least in decency, but she didn't ...
maybe it was the prurient excitement of the thoughts that had been in
her mind just moments before! Instead, she continued to bend over there
in the hallway, waiting and knowing that the big animal's cold wet nose
was up between her thighs from behind, obscenely sniffing. And then the
hot pressured touch of his unmistakable tongue came against the
moistness of her seeping vaginal lips ... God, he had sensed her
passion and gone for it the only way he knew!

Why else would he have done it? It had to be that, and his long thick
tongue felt like a flaming torch caressing the swollen lips of her
hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-
over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue maddeningly up
between her open thighs, along the full length of her wetly flushed
cuntal slit!

Slowly, Peggy raised up from her bent-over position, only because it
was becoming uncomfortable and she was starting to get dizzy. She
turned to gaze down at her animal admirer who was staring up at her
with his coal-black eyes flecked with a sparkling gleam, his stubby
Doberman tail wagging excitedly.

"Maybe I was right about you, handsome! Maybe you are a cursed prince
who has been trapped in a dog's body by some evil witch. You know,
fella', I could almost believe that!" The massive dog whimpered, but
the lewdly aroused wife was unsure why ... did he really sense her
erotic heat and was he excited by it!? She shivered outright as she
took an unfelt first step back toward the bathroom as if she were
guided by Satan himself. "C'mon, Hero ... come with Peggy!"

Looking back on this moment later, the young blonde would not be able
to determine what it was that possessed her, made her make this fateful
step so boldly and without fear. Surely she never would have done it
had she thought it out, but she wasn't thinking now, just feeling ...
and Peggy knew more than anything else what she was feeling deep in the
pit of her sex-deprived belly. The eager animal whimpered before her as
she stood there, door partially closed and her legs spread wide ... her
hot little cunt was open to him, her lightly hair-fringed wetness all
his. Now he could do as he had been taught! Now he could repay his new
human for her loving kindness ... and he wanted to! He wanted to badly!

Peggy was aflame with passion now at the prospect of being sexually
fulfilled at last, after all these lonely empty months! God, it was
almost too much to hope for ... that this burning agony between her
naked thighs might at last be quenched! "Come to me, Hero, my handsome
lover! Come on ... lick my pussy for me! Lick it, Hero!" Her very words
and thoughts were inspiring frantic jolts of raging lustful excitement
to charge through her young eager nakedness.

She watched eagerly, her knees weak, as the big dog moved closer, his
dark responsive eyes reflecting his intentions. Then, unimaginable
sensations of frenetic desire stabbed deep within her belly when she
realized that he was really going to lick her there so wantonly between
her trembling thighs! Oh God, this was too much! This was so incredible
... it was far beyond obscenity itself! She was trembling all over as
she rocked back on her heels and parted her thighs a bit more ... she
quivered like a falling leaf as she thrust her pelvis just slightly
forward. Was he going to? Would he do it ... God, yes! Yes!

The sleek black Doberman's long dog-tongue snaked pinkly out, curling
at its tip as it splayed open the sensitive wet lips of her pouting
vagina! Separating the soft, hair-fringed folds, it laved the very
seeping, desire-inflamed mouth of her pussy, drawing with a scorching
heat upward between the swollen lips, prodding at last at her hotly
quivering clitoris! But no, he was not about to stop there! Again and
again, with no urging from Peggy, the handsome animal repeated his
fiery tonguing caresses, raising gasps of lurid delight from the young
woman standing there with her shapely legs spread nakedly wide, her
exposed loins thrust forward in obscene encouragement to Hero to
continue his wicked licking of her erotically inflamed cuntal crevice!

The big Doberman knew from his vast experience the feeling of surging
hot blood racing feverishly through the veins of his muscular dog-body
as he tongued eagerly the heated wetness of his new mistress's pussy-
lips. The perfume of her roused loins filled his sensitive nostrils as
he fervently stroked his thick long tongue through the moistened
pinkness between her wide-splayed tan thighs. His strong animal-heart
beat faster at her exciting feminine sexual scent ... her intense lust-
fever was contagiously insinuating its way into his own powerful loins.

"Oh, my darling here! Yes, lover, that's it ... any second now, baby,
and I'll cum! Oh God, I love you for this, Hero! You're magnificent!
... come on, a little more now! That's it!"

Peggy refused to let herself believe it when at first she heard that
sound, but she soon had no choice. There was someone at the door and
the three-toned door chime had rung again for the third time ... she
had to answer it. God, just a minute more and she would have cum! She
was on the verge of screaming from frustration and anger as her animal
lover responded as would be expected for a well-trained watch dog ...
he ignored her hot damp flesh and ambled to the front door to await her
there, growling with his nose at the mail slot. This too was part of
his training and he could not ignore it.

"Damn!" Peggy cursed under her breath, quickly covering herself with a
robe as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations of
lust that were electrically alive in her loins from the nearness of
that evasive orgasmic moment. Who in God's name could this be? "It's
okay, Hero, okay, boy, ssshhhhh!" she tried to calm her new pet.

She flung the door open and was greeted by a look of horror and
surprise from the teenage boy who stood there, all pimples and buck-
teeth and wide eyes. "P-Paperboy, Mrs. Davis?" he said weakly.

"Oh ... just a minute," she said calmly, trying to restore her
composure though she knew it was hopeless. She was coming apart at the
seams ... goddamn it, where is my purse!? "How much, Billy?" she asked
from the living room.

"Two seventy-five, Ma'am!" came his hoarse reply, his voice cracking.

Peggy hurried back to the door and counted out the money, aware of the
young boy's eyes on her strangely attired figure. She looked up and met
his stare head-on. "Something the matter, Billy?" she asked coldly.

"No, Ma'am ... it's just that you look, well, kinda' sick or something.
Do you feel okay?"

It was all she could do to keep from bursting out in peals of laughter.
Sick or something! "No, Billy, I'm all right. Maybe a touch of the flu
coming on. Thanks anyway and goodnight."

She closed the trailer door tight and sank weakly to the floor, her
knees fluid and unable to hold her a second longer. Sobbing dry tears
that she could not understand, Peggy finally got to her feet, mindless
of Hero's puzzled stance at her side, and staggered into the bedroom.
The lights were out there and she lay there on the big empty double bed
... she was ashamed, horribly ashamed and she felt suddenly very wicked
and evil, worse than she had ever felt and she wanted only to be alone
in the darkness. Oh Bob, I'm sorry, Bob, but you weren't here! Oh
forgive me, darling! But ... you're just never here! Never!



Chapter 4


Eddie Mangum blissfully stuck his head up close to the shower nozzle
and let the cool water rush over his face like spring rain. His skin
tangled all over as the cleansing water washed away the sweat and grime
of a hard summer day's work ... not to mention the session on the
living room floor with Dottie. Jesus, that was some woman! Sometimes he
wondered if he would live to be forty ... but baby, what a way to go!
Fucked and sucked to death by the hottest piece on two legs anywhere!

Of course, it would be nice if they had friends like they had back in
California. Swingers. It did tend to take the edge off sometimes when
he was especially busy on an account or when he just didn't feel like
an all-nighter with little ol' hot pants herself. Dottie did tend to be
a bit too much for any man sometimes. Thinking about California got him
to reminiscing ... Man, that night they brought the stag movies in,
what a night that was! Why, the girls were running around naked and
ready long before they'd finished the third reel! And that young kid,
the one with the skinny husband ... but he couldn't go on with his
sweet reveries right now, for the sound of the front door closing
snapped him back to the right now. The reality of Virginia Beach and
Navy petty officers and garage mechanics for neighbors.

"Dottie, did somebody come in!?" he yelled, his head out from under the
shower now.

"No, honey, just the paper boy, but I paid him and he's gone."

Oh my God, tomorrow's Sunday! I nearly forgot those extra papers for
the Knotts Dairy account! "Dottie! See if you can catch him! I need
three extra copies of tomorrow's paper! Hurry, it's important!"

He was already toweling himself dry when she returned -- empty handed.
"Sorry, but he's gone already. Is it really that important? Why can't
you just pick up the papers tomorrow?"

Eddie was hurrying into his undershorts, his hair still wet and
uncombed. "Because it's the Knotts account and I can't take that
chance! Besides, I need them first thing so I can call on J.R. and go
over the articles with him. There's supposed to be a bunch of material
in tomorrow's home edition that we wrote. I can't take a chance on
being able to find them tomorrow morning. And it might be nice not to
have to get out of bed early and go running around looking for
newspapers, agreed?"

Dottie cocked her head and looked at him enticingly. "Anything to keep
you in bed, honey," she purred. "Want me to go see if I can find the
paper boy?"

Eddie shook his head violently. "No, no, I don't want you out running
around town half-naked when it's almost dark. Just find my shirt will
you? You took it off me back there on the floor ... I'll find him and
be right back."

* * *

Peggy's tears had dried away while she slept, but she was still lying
there naked in the semi-darkness on the empty double bed. Hero was at
her side -- she could hear him even if she couldn't see him from this
position. Finally she raised her head and through her tears she could
make out his massive form there on the floor, guarding the open bedroom
doorway as if an enemy band was lurking just outside. She smiled when
she saw him there, his welcome addition to her loneliness lessening the
pain she might have felt if she had been completely by herself another
night. She swung her legs off the bed and sat on the edge. Hero arose
immediately when he saw his mistress was awake and safe and he came
over to rub affectionately against her legs, finally settling his head
on the edge of her thigh.

"So you're my big watchdog, huh?" she said softly in tones that he
understood, and he was visibly excited and friendly. "I guess it's just
you and me, ol' boy, so we'll have to make the best of it. You're
missing your old owners and I'm missing my husband ... pretty bad, eh?
We're both in sorry shape I suppose, but we've got each other, right?"
Peggy had lowered her face to his and was talking to him like one might
talk to a baby in his crib, without expecting a reply, but warmly and
lovingly just the same.

Before she had a chance to realize it, the whining Doberman had raised
his head and darted out his warm moist tongue in a quick brush against
her lips. In a natural reaction, Peggy drew her face away in surprise.
But it was genuinely surprise that made her jerk away ... she was not
repelled by what he had done. In truth, the friendly wet contact of his
tongue sent an unexpected sensation rippling through her naked loins.
For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide dark eyes, taking
his handsome head between her small hands. He had kissed her like a
human might and he knew what he had done! That devilish gleam in his
eyes betrayed him! Slowly she leaned forward, holding his face
lovingly, then nearly breathless, she parted her lushly moistened lips
with her tiny tongue-tip and ... he touched her again in another fiery
caress! His long thick tongue brushed over hers again and there could
be no doubt this time!

Peggy was paralyzed! If it had been a human lover who implanted that
kiss on her mouth or embraced her tongue with his, she could never have
felt it more intensely! Again he did it, until she realized that she
was exchanging tiny fervent tongue-caresses with him and then he began
to whimper, his animal-voice almost human in its passionate pleading!

My God, what am I doing?! She pushed the dog away, nearly leaping to
her feet and she stared down in wide-eyed amazement into his guiltless
black eyes. Again, there was a low whine from somewhere in his throat
as if he had sensed the rapidly-fanned embers of smoldering passion
that were rekindled easily in her dormant loins. "What on earth am I
going to do with you, Hero?" the young, sexually-vibrant wife whispered
in bewilderment ... but she was not ashamed any longer! No, now she was
as hot as a coal stove on a winter's night and she could feel the
raging heat all over her naked body!

"Oh, damn, damn! I need a drink ... something to steady my nerves and
then maybe I can think straight again!" She grabbed her robe and
hurried to the serving bar that separated the living room from the
kitchen, fumbling in its drawered depths for that bottle of Canadian
whiskey Bob left there. Peggy was never much of a drinker but she could
manage a glass of rye with some Seven-Up and ice. The glass with the
ice shook in her hand and made a strange bell-like tinkling sound until
she poured in the Canadian and muffled the noise. Oh Bob, why must you
always be away ... why aren't you here tonight? Damn it, Bob darling, I
just can't go on like this for month after month!

Hero watched her every trembling move, never straying very far from her
side, his stimulated senses knowing fully from his past experience
precisely what his female human's want and need was at this moment. The
fragrant aroma that emanated from the fluid heat of her human loins
filled his quivering nostrils and it was the same essence he had
recognized when he tasted her mouth. But this was all new to him, the
waiting ... before, with his real mistress, she would call him to her
to perform his special tricks almost immediately unless her human was
around. But the waiting continued and his keen animal senses were
aroused even more ... he would not make the first move until he was
ordered.

He stalked her relentlessly as she moved about the mobile home living
room, sometimes getting close enough to brush against her flesh but
then she would ease away and be gone again. Several times, he watched
as she filled her drinking container with liquid from a bottle and
emptied it down her throat. Her soft warm body still shivered
perceptibly when he crowded against her and again and again he heard
the softly melodious sounds of her friendly voice as she talked to him.
The aura of female sexual smell grew stronger and stronger until he
could sense an actual throbbing in his powerful sinewy flanks. And
then, at long last, she sat down and he rested his head in her lap. Her
hotly spiced fragrance seeped up from between her moist thighs and
triggered his trained animal instincts!

"Baby, you are some kind of special dog!" Peggy whispered, stroking his
great head cradled on her thigh. He was far more than a dog! There just
had to be something human about his stunning male virility! Why, she
had known few men with that special aura of maleness this animal
possessed!

His round animal eyes were filled to overflowing with -warmth and
affection ... but there was more! There was no mistaking it ... there
was pure savage lust there as well! "Oh, Hero, darling, I know what
you're thinking ... I'm thinking it too, but it's wrong! You're an
animal and well, I'm not and ... oh, lover, you know I want you to
finish what you started!"

Although Peggy's mind was awash in the whiskey she had drunk, it had
done nothing to ease the burning sensual excitement that flared like a
magnesium torch inside her. Nothing could do that, she thought
sinfully, except physical love ... and Hero here was the only lover she
possessed at the moment! God, she was in actual