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Chapter 1


The cold, winter rain beat a relentless tattoo against the glass panes
of the bedroom window, and Victoria Young shivered involuntarily
beneath the thick quilt covering her firm young body. The curvaceous
brunette drew it tighter around her chin, listening to the gurgle of
water in the roof drains, and wished her husband, Kirk, were home on
this afternoon of all afternoons.

It was New Year's Eve.

But he wasn't home, and he wouldn't be home until six o'clock---it was
a little after three now. He was a physical education teacher at Valley
Glen College, and had the misfortune---or fortune, depending on whose
point of view was taken---to be a hundred miles away in Lakeland,
coaching the college's freshman basketball team in the championship
game of the Holiday Classic Tournament.

It would be nice, she thought, if Kirk were here right now, lying with
me under this warm old quilt with his arms around me. Perhaps we could
even make love; yes, that would be nice---to make love with Kirk on
this cold New Year's Eve afternoon.

She thought about her husband of less than a year, about his tall,
handsome body and his pleasantly freckled face topped with that funny
little shock of dark red hair. She thought about Ws quiet tenderness,
his concern when she was feeling low or under the weather, his self-
assurance about future prosperity, when his enormous talent was
realized and he was entrenched as Valley Glen's head coach. He often
talked of the day when they could live in their own home, perhaps one
of the older but aesthetically appealing homes along faculty row or one
of the newer, more modem ones in the hills above the campus, instead of
this small and somewhat shabby guest house six miles north of the
college on a once prosperous citrus ranch now withering into obscurity
under the crush of exorbitant property taxes brought about by the greed
of the area's land developers; when they would drive an elegant
Cadillac or Lincoln instead of the five year old Volkswagen they owned
at present; when they could have a couple of kids and take yearly
vacations to exotic ports of call such as the Virgin Islands.

And Vicki believed that all of these things would one day come true,
because she believed in Kirk. He was ambitious, and was willing to put
in long hours to achieve the goals he had set for himself and his
lovely raven-haired wife; Victoria, in turn, was just as willing to
sacrifice such things as companionship on a regular basis and luxuries,
both personal and household.

Still, Vicki thought, there were times when she wished that such
sacrifices did not have to be made---times like now. She had begun to
picture her husband's strong body as it looked when he was naked, and
the mental image caused little tingling sensations to race along her
flesh. He had such a magnificently muscled body, with little curling
red hairs and a flat, hard stomach that curved into a thickly thatched
mound of dark red pubic hair. And his penis---so long and hard,
trembling like a leashed animal when he was aroused, its head so thick
and reddened and secreting warm white seminal fluid ...

Vicki flushed a bright crimson at the thought of her husband's huge
sexual member. God, it was so big it frightened her at times; she
remembered her anguished cry on her wedding night, the thought that it
would split her apart. Her fears had been groundless, of course, since
she had been able to take all of it inside her---and quite comfortably,
too, after the first initial pain of her broken maidenhood. Kirk had
been gentle with her on their honeymoon, and she had found herself able
to respond to his lovemaking very quickly, to even achieve an orgasm
once in awhile. Her mother had once told her that most women never
reach a climax in marriage, and she considered herself a lucky and
blessed person to be able to cum with her husband perhaps once every
four or five times they made love.

Lying there on their big, brass-framed double bed, beneath the heavy
quilt, the voluptuous brunette knew that this afternoon was one of
those times that she could---surely would---reach orgasm with her
husband. But Kirk wasn't here. She couldn't have sex. She couldn't have
an orgasm ...

Now relax, she told herself, he'll be home at six and you can make love
then. The party at Dr. Kaye's isn't until nine, and that will be plenty
of time---six to nine---to do it. Oh, but damn it, I can't seem to get
the picture of that wonderfully hard penis of his out of my mind ... I
can almost feel it inside my vagina right now, moving in and out while
he kisses my breasts and puts his tongue in my mouth ...

"Now stop that!" Vicki reprimanded herself. Think about something else,
for heaven's sake; it's not going to do you any good to get yourself
all worked up like this and not be able to have release. Think about
the party tonight; think about Doctor Eric Kaye.

Victoria smiled to herself as she pictured the salt and pepper haired,
distinguished looking psychology professor for whom she worked as a
personal assistant. He was extremely good-looking, polite and well-
mannered, and a privilege to work for; she considered herself extremely
lucky to have been chosen over a number of other applicants four months
previously. There were times when she wondered why he had selected her
over some of the other girls who had applied---oh, she had all the
necessary qualifications, of course; she had been to college, which was
where she had met Kirk, and she had excellent grades and references---
but still, some of the other girls had been equally well-qualified.
Well, perhaps she had impressed him somehow during their personal
interview, and that was why she got the job.

Vicki had to admit Eric Kaye was an extremely attractive man, one whom
she would definitely have been inclined to fall for if she wasn't
already married. He had a smile which could melt butter---that had been
one of her mother's favorite expressions---and he made you feel very at
ease when you were around him. She had caught him casting an
appreciative glance her way a time or two which couldn't be considered
of the strictly impersonal type, and she supposed he found her
attractive too. But he had always been the perfect gentleman---had
never so much as intimated a pass at her much less made an actual
overture.

That was the reason she had eagerly accepted his invitation two days
ago to have her and Kirk spend New Year's Eve with he and his wife,
Christine, at the secluded home in the hills above Glenview. They had
decided on a quiet evening, he had said, and since Vicki had mentioned
to him that she and her husband hadn't anything planned for the
occasion, why shouldn't they spend it together? They could have a
couple of drinks, talk shop, and get to know one another socially.

Kirk had thought the invitation a godsend when she had told him about
it, and had accepted at once. He had told her that an evening with Dr.
Kaye---who was one of the most respected researchers and lecturers in
the field of behavioral science in the whole state---was to be
considered not only an honor, but a potentially valuable asset to his
own career. When you labeled such men as Dr. Kaye among your personal
friends, you had one foot in the door already to tenure in one's chosen
field. There were few administrative committees of which Dr. Kaye was
not a respected and influential member, including the Faculty
Appointment Committee, that illustrious group of individuals that held
in their weighty hands the fate of all faculty appointments, be it
Chairman of the Department of Physical Sciences ... or head coach.
Vicki couldn't remember Kirk having been happier over something since
she had told him she was going to work for Dr. Kaye those four months
previous.

It promised to be a fine evening if Eric Kaye entertained as well as he
performed the duties of his profession---and Vicki was certain that he
would. She was looking forward to it immensely. Who wanted to go out to
a nightclub or a boisterous house party on New Year's Eve, anyway?
Crowds, a lot of noise and too much drinking, not to mention amorous
inebriates who had but one thing on their minds and didn't care whose
wife they fondled at the stroke of midnight. No, she didn't want any of
that this New Year's Eve; she just wanted to be with her husband and
with someone like Eric Kaye whom she liked and admired and enjoyed
talking to.

The young dark-haired girl shivered again as the sky grew blight for a
brief instant with a zigzag flash of lightning, and a clap of thunder
rumbled outside the bedroom window. The rain hammered against the panes
as if demanding entrance. Vicki sighed, wishing she could fall asleep
and have the nap she had intended for herself when she'd come to bed.
But she was wide awake, and still thinking about Kirk, about him
nakedly lying there with her on the bed with his arms around her ...

Once again, the mental image of his huge, warmly pulsating penis came
into her mind. She tried to dispel the lewd picture, but it refused to
go away this time; she kept seeing his thick shaft of virile flesh
vividly, as if she could reach out and touch it. The little tingling
sensations had increased now, and she could feel her nipples harden
beneath the old housecoat she wore over her brassiere and panties.

Now this is silly, she chided herself primly. Stop it this instant,
Victoria Young! You're twenty-three years old and too big to indulge in
sex fantasies, for goodness sake!

But the vision of Kirk's long hard cock remained in her mind. And it
was joined now by another image, a scene from her pre-marriage days
when she and Kirk were just engaged. Lying there, she remembered the
occurrence clearly, very clearly and graphically ...

It had been a hot night in early July, and they had just come from a
small dinner party at the home of Kirk's parents in Santa Rosa, over a
hundred miles north of the college both were attending at that time.
The dinner had been given in honor of the soon-to-be-wed couple, and
both their parents---as well as a select group of their respective
relatives---had been present. There had been several bottles of
California vintage champagne consumed during the course of the evening,
and she and Kirk had had their share---and then some. They had departed
shortly before midnight for the drive back to the campus.

She had sat very close to Kirk on the drive, feeling closer to him
mentally than she ever had before. She even put her hand on his leg,
stroking it gently but without any real sexual connotation. When they
approached Stinson Beach, Kirk suggested they stop and park awhile on a
remote section of the highway overlooking the dark, restlessly stirring
ocean. Vicki, feeling the effects of the champagne, didn't object; she
was in a responsive mood, and the idea of parking with her betrothed
for a little light pre-marital kissing and petting did not seem in the
least wrong to her.

Kirk put his arms around her and drew her tight against him the moment
the car was stopped and the headlights switched off. He kissed her
then, their mouths fusing with the ease of lovers, and she opened her
lips almost eagerly to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues met and
tasted one another, exchanging a lover's kiss. Kirk's hands were
restless on her back and shoulders, moving back and forth, up and down,
around and over her low-cut white silk dress. Vicki felt an almost
overpowering surge of desire at the nearness, the intoxicating male
odor of the man she loved; his kisses were eliciting a full and total
response inside the bride-to-be, and when his moving hands gradually
worked their way around to lightly cup her firm full breasts, she made
no effort to stop him from doing so. Her mother had warned her against
allowing Kirk to become too familiar before their wedding night, but
the closeness she felt for him at that moment transcended all the
parental warnings and instilled taboos.

He began to caress her lushly ripened breasts in earnest then, as his
eager tongue probed in and out of her opened mouth. God, his gentle
touch felt so good on her! She wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing
him even more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside the
low-cut front of her dress to slide inside her brassiere. The contact
of his hand on her naked flesh thrilled Vicki beyond recall, and before
she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton the back of her dress and
slip the garment down over her shoulders. His deft fingers found the
catches on her brassiere, unsnapped them, and she felt a cool rush of
air against her now-erect nipples as her firm white breasts were fully
exposed to Kirk's hungry gaze.

He began to stroke her naked young breasts gently with his palms,
rolling his hands over her perfectly-formed voluptuous mounds before
bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Taking the taut,
dark-brown buds between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them into a
quivering rigidity. Vicki moaned with increasing fervor as Kirk's
caresses wrung soft cries of delight from her throat; little shivers of
arousal began to course through her, and she had felt a warm wetness up
between her legs seeping from her excitedly throbbing cunt.

Even when Kirk's head dipped down and his wetly heated lips encircled
one of her erect little nipples, tongue swirling round and round the
goose-bumped areola, Vicki didn't feel any panic. Even though this was
the first time she had bared her breasts to a man, or had their
nakedness kissed, the thought never entered her mind that what she was
doing might lead to uncontrollable passion. The young brunette was with
the man she loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy,
and very excited as his gently sucking mouth moved like a hungry
child's on her soft, pliant breasts.

But then, suddenly, one of Kirk's hands left her ripely quivering
breast and moved down to stroke her thighs where the hem of her dress
had slipped up. His fingers hungrily traversed the silky soft skin of
her inner thighs, then moved upward, sliding the dress still higher
until the tips of his searching fingers were resting on her warmly
moistened vaginal mound and the white silk of her panties were
glistening in the pale moonlight which shone in through the car's
windshield. Only then did Vicki feel the first stirrings of panic for
Kirk had groaned and clamped his lips hard around her rigid nipple
while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of her
naked young breast. The squirming young brunette felt confused,
uncertain; she wanted to be rid of his moist warm mouth on her bosom,
his lusting touch on her bare flesh---and yet she didn't want to be
free of it. For a moment, she was undecided, and that was time enough
for Kirk to bunch her dress at her waist and begin caressing the
smooth, flat plane of her exposed belly.

His fingers had slipped inside the elastic waistband of her panties
almost before Vicki realized what was happening, and suddenly he was
tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic area, sliding her
panties from under her nakedly quivering buttocks. The moist heat of
his palm pressed against her hair-covered pussy mound, and rippling
waves of erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young girl's mind
completely of the consequences of his actions. Gently, he insinuated
his outstretched middle finger into the soft warm virginal slit up
between her thighs, parting her moistly sensitive cunt lips and probing
at the thin hymeneal membrane which gave mute testimony to her
unsullied reputation. Meanwhile he was using his thumb to tweak the
sensitive nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and
causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to bubble
out of her throat. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling his head
down harder against her breasts even as her voice was repudiating her
actions by moaning, "No, no, no, no!" over and over,

A whispering, unmistakable sound had filled the car at that moment---
the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Kirk's hand left
her breast momentarily. Her eyes fluttered open in alarm and, in the
moonlight, she saw for the first time an erect male organ quivering in
all its awesome passion. Abruptly, the fear routed her lust so that
there was no longer a struggle going on inside her; the sight of his
menacing blood-filled cock decided matters for the terrified young
brunette. She had to stop him, stop him right now!

"No!" she cried, trying to twist away from him on the seat. "Kirk, for
God's sake, don't! We ... we can't ... can't do this! It's wrong ...
Kirk, we're not married! It's wrong!"

"Please, baby, please!" he mumbled, his voice thick with the lust that
was reflected in his dark eyes. His hand was stroking the full length
of his thick monstrous penis now, she could see that, and her efforts
to free herself became more panicky. Her aroused young fiancee was too
strong for her, however, and before she could escape she had been
forced back and down across the seat. It was then Vicki felt the smooth
hot head of his lust-thickened penis touch her thigh, and she jumped
from the electric contact of pulsating hardness against her fevered
skin. Groaning in his uncontrollable passion, Kirk began forcing her
now-tightly-closed legs apart, and the frantically squirming girl could
feel his great pulsating cock trembling like an impossibly large wedge
being driven into and splitting a tinder-dry log. As he rammed it
repeatedly against her partially opened thighs.

And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Kirk put both of
his big hands on her nakedly quivering breasts, squeezing them
painfully before lowering his head and planting hot, moist kisses upon
the twin mounds, all the while murmuring like a madman, "Oh, oh, oh ...
oh, God, Vicki ... baby ... oh, Jesus, baby, I'm going to cum ... I
can't help it, Vicki, baby, I'm going to cummmmmm!"

She felt his hotly throbbing penis begin to jerk out of control against
her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the
innocent folds of her pussy---another, and another, a whole series of
eruptions that flooded her vaginal area and thighs with sticky semen
that flowed down to pool on the car seat beneath her. Kirk had been
mewling and convulsively twitching above her, planting those hot,
liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out of
his wildly ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to
force him off of her ...

Well, that had been the beginning, she thought, as she now lay beneath
the quilt on the bed she shared with Kirk. Abruptly, Vicki found
herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on
that night. Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of
mindless excitement, the same attitude of not caring about consequences
as her mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy---to
the feel of Kirk's warmly pulsing penis inside her vagina, to the touch
of his lips and hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in the
growing passion on the bed, and her wetly aroused vagina began to
secrete its liquid excitement, moistening her panties as it had that
night in the car. There was a tender aching up between her legs, and
the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming
strong, too strong!

Involuntarily, the young dark-haired wife's hands began to move down
along her tautly rippling belly. Knowing what was about to happen, she
forced them up, but they immediately went back down again as if they
had a will of their own. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran
her tongue over her lips several times in an effort to rid herself of
the and taste. Oh God why am I doing this to myself? she thought dimly.
Why am I getting so worked up?

But in that moment, she didn't care what she was working herself up to-
--even though in a comer of her brain she knew the answer. Her hands
were moving sensuously around to her front now, moving across the full
firmness of her pliant young breasts. Gradually, she began opening and
closing her legs as she massaged her sensitive mounds of warm flesh,
the sound of the thrumming rain on the window seeming to consume her
very being. She watched, fascinated, her own fingers began plucking at
the buttons on the front of her housecoat, opening the garment all the
way down. Her hands traveled almost greedily up and down her body now,
over the brassiere-encased mounds of her breasts, down to her throbbing
pubic mound, across the smoothness of her taut little belly.

Vicki was a tall young woman, with long slender model's legs and fully
rounded hips and breasts, and her hands seemed to be seeking knowledge
of every inch of her proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her nails
tantalizingly over the area up between her thighs, arching her long
limbs up and spreading them open to the delicious, forbidden delights
which her caresses were instilling within her body. Her mouth was
parted, and her brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust;
she flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long, raven-
black hair swirling in a tangled cascade of shimmering loveliness. The
quilt was kicked off of her eagerly trembling body, as her hands
continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her now-
fevered flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd
thoughts of her husband's long hard penis sawing in and out of her
wetly throbbing vagina ...

Vicki arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to quickly
unsnap the catches on her brassiere; she had to have her breasts free,
had to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of clothing. She
pulled the brassiere off, tossed it to the floor beside the bed, and
her hands hungrily engulfed the soft warmth of her alabaster mounds.
Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth,
squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, then releasing ...

The entire time she was thinking: No, no, this is wrong, it's evil ...
it's sick! I'm ... I'm ... yes, admit it, Victoria Young ...
masturbating! Masturbating like a teenage girl after she's read a spicy
novel ... I'm a grown woman, married, with a husband ... and yet I'm
lying here and playing with my own breasts ... it's perverted, but, oh,
God, it feels so good ... so good ...

Her tight hand left her nakedly quivering breast and moved slowly down
over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite of
her self-recrimination, her shame at what she was doing, she wasn't
able to stop herself. There was only her urgency now, frantic need for
release from the ever-building whirlpools of passions inside her
shamelessly aroused body.

She was drawing her panties down now, drawing them sensuously over her
pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one
breast. She raised up on the bed, pulling the thin wisp of a garment
down to her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling them off
completely so that she was completely naked. She lay back again, one
hand on her breast, the other stroking first one thigh, then the other,
carefully avoiding for the moment the moist inferno of lust between her
legs. Then, when she could stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand
shot to the hotly pulsating folds of her pussy, and pressed against the
wet sensitive flesh there as she once again brought her legs up off the
bed and splayed them wide apart. Her tight little vaginal passage was
opened wide now as she gently eased her outstretched finger into her
wetly clasping pussy.

She imagined it was Kirk's hand, his finger, touching her there,
stroking her down there. She imagined it was he who was now caressing
her hair-lined cuntal lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood
the way his long thick cock was swollen with blood, until her clitoris
was as hard as his cock was hard. She found her sensitive nerve bud
with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back and
forth, running the nail round the quivering tip until the delight
caused her to jackknife her legs back up against her chest, mashing her
breasts flat. Her buttocks, white moons of the softest, most flawless
flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in complete wantonness under her
fingering, and the resulting erotic sensations caused the sweat to bead
and shine on her lust-grimacing face, matting her raven hair to her
scalp.

Oh, God, I wish Kirk was here! she groaned through the daze of passion
which controlled her brain. I wish Kirk was playing with my pussy ... I
wish he was going to put his penis ... oh, his lovely hard penis ...
into my vagina and ... fuck me, hard, harder until he came and I came
... oh God I want to cum so bad, so bad ... Kirk, Kirk, I need you,
Kirk, I need youuuuuu!

Faster and faster and faster, Vicki's finger fucked into her moistly
clasping cunt, deliberately teasing her clitoris and vaginal opening
until her orgasm was only moments away. Her hips thrashed and pounded
the bed beneath her, as her other hand squeezed and kneaded her nakedly
quivering breasts and nipples causing wave after wave of pain-pleasure
to ripple outward from her sensitive flesh. There was no guilt, no
shame for her in that frozen period of time; there was only the
wonderful, rapturous feelings of impending climax which were filling
her very soul.

Kirk, oh Kirk, please Kirkkkkkkk ... ooooohhhhh God, pleaseeeeeeee ...



Chapter 2


Slowly, as she reached for her release, an unwelcomed sound penetrated
the lustfully stimulated young wife's brain: a knocking at the back
door ... persistent ... but ... not demanding ... yet! For a long
moment, the rapturously captivated Vicki did not move, couldn't move in
the throes of her forbidden enchantment. But the knocking continued ...
Oh God, just a minute more and I would have come! she thought wildly.

Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her robe as she
shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying
her loins. Who the devil could it be?

"Vicki ...? Oh, Vickiiiii ...?" a throaty female voice called.

There's no mistaking that voice; it was the landlady's, Vicki thought
dejectedly as she slipped into the robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then
gave her hair several quick pats.

"Oh, there you are, honey," the voice gushed as Vicki approached the
windowed kitchen door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil
she felt.

"I hope I didn't interrupt you?" the older woman continued. Then, not
waiting to be invited in, she opened the door, paused to let her big
Doberman pinscher enter first and then boldly stepped in herself.

"No, that's all right. I was just getting ready to bathe," Vicki lied.

"Gee, honey, I'm sorry," the woman said in a tone that clearly
indicated she really wasn't. "I just had to come over as soon as I
found out," she continued breathlessly as her eyes traveled up, and
then down, her tenant's scantily clad body. "With Harold being gone, I
just knew you wouldn't mind, and if I've told him once, I've told him a
hundred times that you and Kirk are the best tenants we've ever had,
always so thoughtful and considerate, and ..."

"Mrs. Hatton! " Vicki interjected firmly.

"Yes, my dear?"

"What is it you know I wouldn't mind?" Vicki asked with a trace of
impatience that went unnoticed in the older woman.

"Wouldn't mind? Wouldn't mind? Oh, yes," she said, her thought process
finally overtaking her runaway tongue. "I knew you wouldn't mind taking
care of Fello," she continued to gush excitedly, then smiled broadly at
her own cleverness at remembering. "He's such a doll ..." She smiled
again. "Really no trouble at all ..." She glanced warmly at the big
friendly dog shaking profuse amounts of rain water on the recently
polished floor. "... and I really must leave tonight ..." Her dark eyes
darted upwards again, searching the young woman's for some sign of
acceptance. "... and it's the only flight 'til two tomorrow afternoon
..." Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then returned to
Vicki's. "... and Bill doesn't think Effie will last more than a couple
of days," she concluded somewhat breathlessly.

Vicki remained motionless for a long moment digesting the flow of words
which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes shifted
from her raincoat clad and dripping landlady to the dog who was still
busily shaking water all over her clean kitchen floor. Finally, she
lifted her glance again, studied those of the expectant woman, and
said:

"You want me to take care of Fello for you while you visit your sister
who is ill, is that it?"

"Oh, I knew you'd understand, dear," the older woman enthused. "If I've
told Harold once, I've ..."

"Mrs. Hatton!"

"... Yes, dear?"

"How long are you planning on being away?"

"Oh! I really wouldn't know." The landlady's eyebrows arched upwards
and frown lines wrinkled her forehead beneath a mop of rain-matted dark
hair. After a moment her expression changed, registering satisfaction,
and as she ticked each item off with the forefinger of her right hand
touching in turn each of the upraised fingers of her left, she said:
"Let's see, one day to get there, two or three days 'til the funeral, a
day or two to ..."

"Mrs. Hatton!"

"... Yes, dear?"

"Why don't you call me from your sister's after you have appraised the
situation," Vicki said, stepping forward to place a gentling hand on
the other woman and begin guiding her toward the door, "and let me know
then. In the meantime you can write me a list of the things I need to
know ... the phone number where you'll be, instructions for the care
and feeding of Fello and anything else you think is important.
Meanwhile, Fello can stay here with me and when your ready to leave you
can drop the list off. Okay?"

"Oh, I just knew you'd understand, dear," Mrs. Hatton said happily as
she stodgily allowed Vicki to guide her to the door. "If I've told
Harold once ..."

"Mrs. Hatton!"

"... Yes, dear?"

"You hurry on over to the house, and pack and write me that list. And
don't worry about a thing. "

"Oh, you're so sweet. I knew you ...

"And don't worry about Fello," Vicki interjected as she opened the
door.

Mrs. Hatton's eyes flicked to the huge animal who was now sniffing at
the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. "Now you be a good dog, Fello,"
she gushed sweetly. "You mind Vicki."

Fello looked up momentarily, then resumed sniffing.

Vicki gave her landlady a convincing smile.

Mrs. Hatton's eyes suddenly began to twinkle mischievously as she
backed through the doorway. She said:

"Thank you, dear. I'm sure Fello will be as much of a companion to you
as he is to me. You know, what with Harold being away so much of the
time and ..."

"Mrs. Hatton!"

"... Yes, dear?"

"Good-bye!"

"Good-bye, dear."

For several moments Vicki watched the retreating figure of her
landlady, then a soft whine from the big Doberman pincher behind her
interrupted her thoughts. She turned, frowned momentarily, then smiled
down at the handsome animal as he ambled toward her.

"What is it, Fello, baby?" she cooed softly. "Are you hungry, baby?"
she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's head.

The pleasing sound of the young woman's soft, crooning voice together
with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand filled Fello with
warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began
licking her hand to impart his growing attachment to her.

"Supposing we look in the fridge to see what we can find for you to
eat, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big steak bone
there."

The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were
saying, Vicki thought, as she embraced him against her leg and
continued stroking his head.

Fello whimpered softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice
bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his
closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady
scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his sleek,
muscular body---the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated
by his female owner to recognize ...

Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Vicki opened
the refrigerator and bent down to retrieve the steak bone from its
place on a lower shelf.

Behind the bent figure, Fello's head abruptly nudged forward in
underneath the hem of the loose housecoat.

Vicki was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool
wetness of Fello's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why
she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of
self-decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which still
smoldered inside her loins. Instead, she continued to stoop there,
waiting, knowing that the big dog's head was wedged up under her short
robe from behind, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable
lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened
vaginal lips!

Good God! He's sensed my erotic state!

It had to be that! His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing
the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy! Again, he
licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the
long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread
vaginal lips, licking along the entire hair-lined furrow.

Slowly, Vicki raised up ... straightening. She held the bone in her
hand as she turned to gaze down in bewilderment at the handsome animal
who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears erect, mouth
open, and bobbed tail wagging.

Then he growled, softly.

"Wh-What has Mrs. Hatton been teaching you, Fello, baby?" Vicki asked
incredulously.

The massive Doberman pinscher uttered another muted growl, and the
sensually intoxicated young wife wasn't sure why ... whether for the
bone she held, or because he sensed the rekindled passion up between
her trembling thighs!

Good God! I've got to get hold of myself! she thought as she held the
bone out to the attentive dog who accepted it willingly. "Now you be a
good dog," she said aloud. Then, without warning, a shiver of lewd
excitement coursed the length of her body, and for a moment she shook
uncontrollably. When it had passed, she turned and made her way shakily
to the bedroom.

Once there, she flung herself across the rumpled bed and began to sob.
Her mind was a quagmire of troubled thoughts; her body had betrayed
her. Not once, but twice! What was happening to her? Why had she
relented to her own pleasure giving fingers? Why did Kirk have to be
away when she needed him so desperately? Why, why, why?

Finally, the crying subsided and the confused young wife rolled over,
fluffed up a pillow and then stretched full length on the bed, her head
pounding with the ache of emotional turmoil. She had always been a
logical thinker, but this sudden attack on her emotional stability had
left her frightened and confused. And in this state she refused to
accept the difficulty of examining her plight through cold, painful
logic. Instead, she surrendered mind and body to the refreshing comfort
of escapism, to the warm enveloping arms of deep, painless sleep.

And yet, although the agony of reality was, for the moment, effaced
from memory, her body, even in sleep, remained tense with desire.

Although sleep---deep, mind-rejuvenating sleep---came, with it rode
that swirling vortex of uninhibited thought known as subconscious. And
there, in the fragments of an instantaneous, unvoiced thought, in the
hazy mirage of dream, Vicki's mind began playing tricks on her: giant,
transparent fingers fluttered incessantly like perpetually waving
whiffs of graceful, beckoning sea grass; an endless pack of howling
wolves chased a young, naked child across miles of searing, barren
plain; the child tripped and suddenly the lead wolf, snarling and wild-
eyed, was upon her ...

* * *

... Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Vicki's
abdomen as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-
waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her
and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like
snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving,
the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a
weirdly rising excitement. Her sleep-drugged brain functioned slowly in
its effort to restore normalcy. W-Where was she ...? It was dark ...
yet through the open window across the room she could see a half-moon
and ... and stars ... wh-what had happened ...?

Thunder filled the darkness of the room as simultaneously, further
charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Vicki
raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself
to her elbows to see what had awakened her. Then, by the flash of
revealing lightning, she saw that she was naked ... wholly and
shamefully naked ... saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely
spread apart ... and ... and Fello, her landlady's massive Doberman
pinscher was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his
great head lowered just above ... above her naked vagina!

Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-
stimulated body. The warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue
spread open the sparse, hair-lined lips of her young cuntal crevice as
the dog began laving her sensitive inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep
that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her!
My God! He ... he was licking her down there between her open thighs,
again!

The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening, combined with the
realization that Fello was once again licking at her nakedly
defenseless pussy, was about to drive the dark-haired young wife
hysterical.

She gaped at him through the darkness which her eyes were growing
accustomed to, and saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her
nakedness as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her exposed
vaginal lips. A tremor of incredulous sensations caused her to convulse
and she found her hips rising of their own accord.

Oh God, he-he was almost human ... that expression in his unrelenting
eyes ... and what he was doing to her nakedly betraying loins!

Oooohh ... what he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous
feelings in her belly, and her wildly excited little pussy felt as if
there were a hot billowing fire glowing inside it! Even ... even her
breasts tingled in lewd excitement, she realized, as she mentally
cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples ... But ... but this
was insane!

It had to be stopped!

Feebly, Vicki cried out, then attempted to scramble onto hands and
knees and blindly crawl away. Fello waited only long enough for her to
reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping
the curvaceously naked young wife in icy-veined terror. She had heard
of cases where Doberman pinschers had tumed on their owners after years
of docility. Was this the case?

From that point, the huge dog never teemed to hesitate, but moved as if
his intentions had been pre-determined. He mounted her from behind, his
powerful forepaws clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully
curved hips, his tongue hanging loosely from his open mouth!

Vicki dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber
up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs
clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Her firm young
breasts quivered and swayed in fright beneath her chest as the big
animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised
buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the coolness of the metal license tag
that hung from his collar grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her
naked back! He ... he was going ... going to do it to her ... as if she
were nothing more than a ... a whining bitch dog!

"N-no ... no, please ...!" Vicki heard herself whimper as something
long, wet, and pointed probed back between her nakedly raised ass-
cheeks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! My God, he
was going to do it to her ... He was!

At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were
abruptly swept away when she sensed the tapered tip of his hardened
animal-penis prodding at the hair-lined opening of her moistly
pulsating vagina. Dear God, no ... no! She desperately tried to squirm
away from the vise-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was
useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of
his long animal-cock spread her soft hair-fringed pussy lips and forced
its way up into her saliva-slackened little vaginal passage with a
slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding vaginal walls
wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!

Vicki gasped for breath as the huge length of animal penis stretched
and then began slowly sliding up inside her young cuntal channel---
going in deeper and deeper until finally its pointed end smacked
against her sensitive cervix. Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp,
while the great beast who was mounting her from behind snarled out a
low commanding growl of triumph, then began to animalistically hump and
fuck up into her!

The young wife's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations!
Her head vibrated with the erotically pounding blood racing through her
brain, while her youthfully naked body that was bent in submission
before the massive dog quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown,
sensuous agony. Her vaginal-passage felt as if it had been impaled with
the heavy, sawed-off limb of a young tree; yet, at the same time, there
were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her!
Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened,
fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she
was receiving from behind!

Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried to
shake free from the long, piercing thickness filling her tight young
pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Fello's fierce growl chilled the
very marrow of her bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched
possessively at her waist and hips! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a
searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her wetly clasping cunt,
spreading the passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long hot
cock up between her trembling thighs! Oh God, she thought, oh God! I
can't let this feet so good ... I can't. And then feeling her savage
arousal building, she moaned and rifted her impaled ass-cheeks higher.

The panting Fello's sexually-stimulated intellect made the mighty dog
aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him.
Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic
attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his
conquering attack. He sensed the final resistance draining from her
naked, human flesh, and a new hunger raced through his body. He watched
the upper portion of her smooth female back drop until her face and
naked breasts were flattened down against the bed, the rounded mounds
of her soft white buttocks raised submissively to his assault.

Then, through his unfathomably keen senses he felt his long, lust-
hardened penis slithering forward with easier strokes as her vaginal
lubricants began paving the way for his deeper penetration. Soon his
cock was entirely buried in the moist clutching heat of her female
passage, while his swollen, sperm-laden testicles were swinging down
and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling
pussy hair. Mercilessly, then, he bucked and plunged into the warmly
yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the
trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening in a
universal hunger back up against his belly as he attempted to skewer
her onto the last remaining inch of his long scarlet rod of animal
flesh!

Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible
obscenity the suddenly-gone-berserk dog was committing on her helpless
body, Vicki could not ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal
cock had set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her loins
had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness
bursting so unexpectedly into her. But now, the stark horror and shame
of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, and only the
thrilling presence of the brute's long thick cock fucking rhythmically
in and out of her hotly quivering vagina registered in her mind. As
Fello relentlessly continued to piston up into the liquid, wide-
stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, sensations
equaling those which his hot laving tongue had first spread through her
trembling young belly returned, more intense than ever! Oh God, if she
were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God ... let it be ...!

Now, as unthinkable as it was, the shamelessly aroused young wife had
begun to feel the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly
brushing against her nakedly exposed buttocks, and she pressed her
tingling breasts harder into the bedspread, scraping her sensitive
little nipples against the satin material.

Her passion confused brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of
what was happening to her! She, a human, being attacked and actually
raped by a dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own kind! And yet
...

Never in her life had she felt so ... so lust-filled ... or even known
the lewd, wonderfully obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked ...
fucked ... fucked until she was almost dead from the joy of it!

"Oooohh ... ooohhh ... yes, yes ... do it! F-fuck me, fuck me harder,
like that!" Vicki hissed with trembling lips, twisting her young face
to gape back and up at the panting beast whose long wet cock was sawing
in and out of her eagerly pulsating vagina. She was helplessly impaled
on his huge animal-penis and reveling in a newly discovered joy of its
unnatural possession of her desire-awakened young vagina.

A sensual moan of passion escaped her lust-contorted lips as she began
to move wantonly backwards, rhythmically gyrating her ass-cheeks to
meet Fello's cunt-skewering thrusts. The dog's forelegs clung to her
softly curved hips like strong, furry arms as she began to fuck back at
him, using the penis-gripping undulations of the female whore down
through the ages.

Though Vicki could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, her
intuition said that she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of
the vicious animal fucking up into her receptive young cunt. That
insane belief, and that alone, evaporated the terror and shame she had
known in the beginning. Only a youthful, all-consuming lust filled her
now as she rotated her nakedly rounded buttocks backward in answering
little circles to the beast's long wet cock. Instinctively, she
realized that she had given herself fully to the erotic wonder of the
obscene animal fucking she was receiving from this whining Doberman
pinscher.

Fello knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of the kneeling female's
vagina against his thrusting length of hardened maleness. The animal
had no way of knowing that the lower, more base instincts of the
human's body had taken control at the precise moment her supposedly
superior mind fell into complacent Just. She was relying on an
instinctive knowledge---of male and female---older than either species.
It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he fucked more
eagerly up between her nakedly quivering buttocks.

Vicki wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way
back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving
dog-cock disappearing inside her wildly excited pussy! God, she was
little more than a deplorable bitch ... but she'd never even imagined
such erotic bliss existed! Just to see his beautiful penis ... see it
fucking in and out up inside her wetly throbbing cunt lips! She
visualized the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of their unnatural
coupling sending an alien excitement raging through her passionately
aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all-consuming passion and
ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong,
mercilessly battering animal-flesh as she felt the tiny rivulets of
moisture flowing down the crevice between her rotating ass-cheeks.
Then, as the naked young wife felt the hot streams of liquid excitement
beginning to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the
sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that she was
about to cum.

Fello rapidly fucked in and out of the slavishly kneeling woman, a wet
staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the dark open cellar
of her femininity, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of
vengeance in Ws human rape of her helpless young body. His powerful,
hardened penis was ripping into her as if she were some ripe fruit,
destroying her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust, he felt her
tight vaginal passage swallowing his solid penile length, holding it
fast in the hot, hungry clutch of her eagerly working cuntal muscles.
Her smooth white body tensed and relaxed again and again beneath him as
she began an incessant moan. His great organ grew and hardened even
more when he felt the soft fleshy ridges inside her hotly contracting
belly giving way before his unsparing assault.

Again, she lewdly twisted her head to look back at him, and the
Doberman pinscher witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the
scream was half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began
to toss her head wildly from side to side, her raven hair flailing like
a billowing black cloud of ember about her naked shoulders. She had
reached the beginning of a female orgasm, he perceived, when she began
to savagely swivel her rounded white buttocks back against him like all
rutting bitches. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he
fucked with heavy buttock flattening humps up between her furiously
undulating mounds of female-flesh. Once more, she moaned, this time,
her cry piercing the lonely darkness while she rammed deliriously back
onto his huge thrusting hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to
begin spitting its hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her
hungrily clasping cuntal passage!

The big dog felt her buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against
him. He felt the thick heated combination of their orgasmic release
seeping wetly out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing
pussy lips as her vaginal opening squeezed and pulled at his
ejaculating penis.

The dark-haired female fell forward then, away from him, tier legs
still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded
white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see
her opened pink flesh and the soaked black hair of her ravished young
loins as silo panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he
stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and howled
victoriously.

For long moments the satiated young wife lay sprawled face-down on her
own bed, breathing spasmodically as the ebb of her cumming washed over
her.

But, before long, the euphoria dissipated, and the full realization of
what had just happened filled her mind with self-loathing and abject
shame. Oh God, what had come over her? Was she ... no better than those
night creatures you were always reading about in the newspapers? What,
all of a sudden, had caused her to submit to gratification in this evil
manner? Wasn't the love-making of her husband, Kirk, enough to satisfy
her need any longer? Had some alchemy suddenly transformed her into a
... well, some kind of nymphomaniac who wasn't able to control her
desires?

All of these questions had no immediate answers for the bewildered
young wife, and she moaned piteously in degradation on her lovely bed.
Her stomach was queasy now, a result of humiliation, and she felt
debilitated as hot tears began to flow from her eyes. After a few
moments she sprang off the bed and ran nakedly into the bathroom,
refusing to look at the now docile figure of Fello curled comfortably
at the foot of the bed.

What had come over him? He looked so natural, so harmless lying there.
Where had he learned such ... such degrading practices! Had Mrs. Hatton
trained him for just that purpose? These, and a thousand other
questions burned in the young wife's brain, as the shame of the lewd
act she had performed washed over her. Abruptly, she resolved to banish
the entire thing from her mind. Forever! She would never mention it!
She would forbid herself to think of it, to remember it. It was sick!
She was sick! She must seek help! And Kirk must never know. Never! And
to these ends the young wife applied herself.

She spent the better part of an hour under a hot shower spray in a vain
attempt to cleanse her body of imaginary impurities which seemed to
coat her skin like some malignant fungus.

And when Kirk Young arrived home, he found a very strange wife indeed;
a wife who was one minute loving and considerate, and the next
preoccupied and withdrawn. And he later encountered Fello and a
knowingly smirking Mrs. Hatton, and heard the explanation for the
former's presence and the latter's departure.

And finally, he experienced a growing apprehension about their
appearance that evening at the Kaye's party ...



Chapter 3


Kirk Young adjusted his tie and smoothed a hand along the side of his
carefully combed red hair, both gestures for the twentieth time since
he and Vicki had left their small bungalow to drive to the Kaye's
Glenview Hills home shortly before nine that night. He felt nervous
excitement at the prospect of this evening with the eminent faculty
member. He had come into close contact with Dr. Kaye only once,
briefly, when he had picked Vicki up at work one night, and had been
impressed by the man's bearing; one of these days, and in the not too
distant future, he would have that kind of stature---both physical and
professional.

Kirk looked at the lovely, raven-haired figure of his young wife as
they prepared to traverse the ribbon of concrete leading to the Kaye's
expansive home. She wore a simple black shift which clung to her full,
ripened breasts and perfectly rounded buttocks; it ended just above her
knees---not too long, not too short; it accentuated the long litheness
of her beautiful legs. She had her hair down tonight, as he liked her
to wear it, strands of the long dark tresses curling around to frame
her face and rest on the upswell of her lush young bosom. She was a
vision in radiant beauty, Kirk thought. Yet, there was something
troubling her he could see it reflected in her soft, dark-brown eyes!

The young husband had sensed her inner unrest the moment he had come
home from the basketball tournament a little past six. She had seemed
withdrawn, ashamed about something. When he had asked her if anything
was wrong, she had told him it was nothing at all and averted her eyes.
He couldn't for the life of him figure out what could have upset her
that way she wasn't normally given to moods and periods of depression;
but then, one never knew what it was that was bothering women most of
the time, anyway. Probably some inconsequential matter that would, if
she relented to explain, seem patently silly as a basis for such
anguish.

He had thought for awhile after he'd come home that she was going to
remain moody and uncommunicative, but she had responded to his joking,
light banter and seemed to snap out of it somewhat. She was smiling now
as they approached the huge, multi-level home, but he could still
discern that indefinite troubled air about her. Well, at least she
wasn't completely undemonstrative; a few drinks, and she'd come out of
it once and for all, become giggly the way she always did after the
second drink of any kind of liquor.

Kirk whistled softly under his breath as he escorted his voluptuous
young wife to the Kaye's door. In the structure's subtly lit alcove, he
spotted an ebony black door with polished gold knob and knocker. "Man,
this is what is vulgarly known as the creme de la creme," he whispered
to Vicki. "We are consorting with members of the upper echelon tonight,
sweetheart; our future peers, if I may be so modest."

"You may say so, sir," Vicki said with an effort at a frivolous tone to
match that of Kirk's. "It's going to be a fun evening, isn't it,
honey?" There was an almost plaintive hunger on that last sentence.

"That it is," Kirk assured her. He put his arm around her shoulder
affectionately, then lifted the gold knocker. He let it fall, and the
sound echoed like a temple gong in the small alcove.

Almost immediately, the door was opened and the sanding face of Dr.
Eric Kaye looked out at them. He wore a gold lounging jacket with a
matching silk cravat, knife-creased black slacks, and doeskin loafers;
his salt and pepper hair was immaculately combed in a hair-do that
obviously had just been barbered. His smile widened as his bright gray
eyes roamed approvingly over his female assistant. "You look absolutely
the image of Aphrodite tonight, Vicki my dear," he said with genuine