Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to 'check on things'. Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Caesar, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began.
It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gayly helped her with the dishes. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either.
After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night and her secret lover.
"Mmmmmm… what a handsome man you are, Mark Blakely," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion."
Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, angel, along with the music, the liquor… I think I need something erotically stimulating."
Again, Jean kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! It was necessary that they intimately reached one another! It had to be tonight… it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time…!
"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whisperingly exclaimed into his face. "No inhibitions! Just love, Mark Darling… love anyway you want it…!"
His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind… but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.
Finally, he said: "Inhibitions… anyway I want it…? What do you mean, baby? Do we… either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it… and that was oral sex! Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.
"No answers win you get from me, lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Jeannie after your shower… all over, Darling… all over!"
Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droaned into his head.
The phone rang and he answered it. It was the sentry he'd placed in charge for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Caesar-bastard, should he call Chief Morgan or him?
"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts.
As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little Darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to cum when they fucked! That simple… nothing more… and he just better do it…!
"Come on, baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry… your kitten is waiting…!"
She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, shortie see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamery film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone lustfully exciting him. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down.
"I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me," he answered, noting the bottle of scotch and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her.
"What was the phonecall?"
"Nothing… nothing important."
"Good… come down here and make love to me," she softly hissed.
Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable loveliness of her offered, naked body… suddenly wondering what it was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him!
"Mmmm… you taste so nice, Mr. Blakely. And you smell just gorgeous…"
"Men shouldn't smell gorgeous… didn't you know?" he answered, kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous… men smell like animals."
"Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, Darling," she whispered, abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into his mouth and immediately fanning his kindling desire.
Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her soft, equally responding loins.
"I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.
"I know… because I love you!" she vehemently replied.
"Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their past love-talk.
"You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. "You mean… you're going to fuck me?"
Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did… did I hear right?" he half choked.
"That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"
"Christ almighty! Yes! Yes… I'm going to fuck you baby!"
"Oh God, I want you to… Darling!"
"I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.
"Yes… oh yes, I want you too… fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, Darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"
Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, lovely girl! I love you… Christ, I do! My own little Jeannie…!"
"Mark… Darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it… fuck… make love… fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Caesar than the presence of humans… especially the female with the long golden hair. This was her place, the confinement where he first knew her. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her.
He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft sibilances of affection!
An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal and heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the sill, his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Caesar intuitively understood! They were mating in the human fashion!
Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of their moistly connecting genitals reaching his acute nostrils and causing him to slowly bare his fangs…!
Eagerly, Jean had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love-making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire her young, handsome husband, and in the doing, goading her own desperate passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all stops, and had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had lewdly thrilled in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering them hotly into his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed against, and beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet loins upward at his long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking movements that bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such spurring stimulation… it was her own desire she intensively sought to whet to that crucial point of climax… and after last night it had become just that… crucial!
Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of fulfillment by him in the wake of the forbidden pleasure she had known from the dynamic fucking of her secret animal-lover! She had to forget the beautiful beast, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, this very night!
She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt.
With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth white thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upthrust vaginal slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock-head mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish contracting belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage carrying her that much higher toward exultation!
"Oh Darling… it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock… so big and hard… fucking into my [missing text]."
[missing text] remembering her wild intention of sucking it with her mouth for him! Could she…? God, if she could get at it right at that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a realization she didn't even want to think of!
"God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, angel… too much! You… you drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you…?"
"Oh… oh God, Darling… not yet, please?" Jean anxiously pleaded, her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand it… not this time, Mark Darling! I've got to… got to!"
"Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum-bloated balls warning of their near explosion…!
And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, while Jean craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound she had instantly recognized!
"Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, the deputy sheriff moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, Jean… Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the gold medallion that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his eye!
If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the Goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the Goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes off the vicious animal, but Jean's lack of screaming, or going to pieces was more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he reasoned, taking the first small step…!
The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Jean's heart had begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of unfaithfulness filling her, as if the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with another! She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her brain beginning to frantically race!
"Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising up in the bed to stare at both of them… her vulnerably naked husband and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her that he could tear Mark to pieces! "Mark, please! What…?"
"Shhh, baby… don't get panicky," he managed, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to get my gun…"
"No! No!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, Caesar leaped!
The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Caesar's great jaws moving toward his throat! Stunned, it was seconds before Mark could raise his arms to defend himself, precious lost seconds that would have made it too late, had not she cried out…!
"Caesar! Stop! Stop!" Jean commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck, and pull. "Stop it, you hear! Stop, Caesar… now… now!"
Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride clinging unafraid to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly flashing his fangs in warning!
"Don't, Mark… don't make one move!" Jean pleaded, stroking the great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again…"
"J-Jesus Christ… I don't get this, Jean!" he choked out, his eyes rounded with incredulity. "How… why… what the hell is going on…?"
"I-It's me, Mark… that's why he's come… and he's jealous…!" Jean exclaimed, determined now to tell everything. "H-He was here last night, too…!"
"He what…?"
"Please Darling, listen to me… please!" she begged, continuing to stroke Caesar's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story, but last night he saved me from being gang raped by three boys…"
"From being what? How? Where…?"
"Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he… Caesar, drove them off! Then… then, he made love to me!"
Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, but quickly thought better of it when Caesar tensed and menacingly growled before him. "Am… am I losing my Goddamned mind entirely, Jean? D-Did I hear you right?"
"Yes, Mark, you heard me right," his naked young wife quickly answered. "And that's why he came back tonight. He wants to make love to me again!"
"J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun…!" the deputy sheriff swore. "We'll put an end to the raping bastard's…!"
"No, Mark! No!" lean vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let you hurt him… or him hurt you! I-I love you both too much…!"
"Us both?" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Jean… do you know what you're saying? You're talking about a wild killer dog!"
"I don't care what he is! He's beautiful and… and he loves me too!" she half-cried, hugging him tightly against the naked mound of one full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into an obvious pink hardness.
Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Jean slowly get to her feet and walk defiantly to the bed, her beautiful blue-eyes in a near glassy state as she crawled onto it and kneeled down on all-fours. She looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she lewdly positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.
"Now, you'll see for yourself, Mark… and I'm not ashamed!" Jean unyieldingly defended. "And please, don't try to stop or hurt him. If you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own!"
"H-Holy Christ!" Mark astonishedly swore, never in his life feeling so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling position, then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside the bed. It wasn't going to happen… couldn't! It was impossible…!
"Come Caesar, up, Darling!" Jean gasped, lustfully reaching behind to teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock. "Now, baby, do it to Jean… Like you did last night, Darling…!"
Mark watched, open-mouthed as Caesar bounced up onto the bed and moved behind Jean, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her full wet runt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. Wildly, then his young wife began to moan as again and again, the brute repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, watched in helpless captivation.
Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very eyes, and she unashamedly knowing that he was watching as she salaciously gave herself sexually to the wild, killer-dog! God almighty, what was she trying to prove… that she was just a wanton bitch… gasping aloud now as Caesar drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice? Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed and lewdly coaxed him on!
"Yes… yesss, my sweet Darling! That's it Caesar lover… Lick my cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show him…! Oh Mark, Darling, watch and see, please! I-I love it… love you… Love him!" she coarsely babbled. "Ooohhh… yes… Caesar baby! Now… now climb up on me and fuck me from behind Darling! Shove your beautiful cock into my cunt! Now, Caesar… now!"
Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted her, his muscular furry body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the shimmering, scarlet animal-cock slipping from its huge sheath. It dripped freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as Caesar hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the lean reddened tip and its thickening solidness into his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! Oh Christ…! he inwardly groaned, his big hand subconsciously clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused hardness!
With an unrestrained, sensual moan, Jean waggled the twin white ovals of her upthrusting buttocks back in tiny searching circles attempting to capture Caesar's long probing cock. She hoped to God that Mark wasn't missing a single moment of her licentious performance… and more important, that he would understand the very meaning behind it! God, how she wanted her beautiful animal-lover's long, thick penis fucking up inside her to finish the task her husband would never have lasted through! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she reached down between her legs, grasping the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-cock, causing Caesar to whimper in a half deep throated growl. She guided its throbbing tip toward her hotly quivering vaginal mouth, then held her breath!
Immediately, Caesar humped upward from behind, spreading her dilated cunt-channel and pubic curls even wider as with a single powerful lurch, he buried his long, thick pleasure-bringing cock deep up into the seething pink hole between her legs!
"Oooohhh… ohhhh!" Jean gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd… it's so beautiful… so beautiful, Mark Darling…!"
Mark watched in building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still grasping his own throbbing cock. The painful meaning of her incredibly obscene performance had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband Mark Blakely, that she was trying to shame, not herself, and as he gaped at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock racing wetly into her, he realized she'd accomplished her purpose. Christ, what kind of a man was he, anyway? Too concerned with everything but what he should be… the happiness of his beautiful young wife! But he'd make it up to her… Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance again! His own heavy cock had begun to achingly throb at the sight of the great dog, Caesar's, sunk in his Jeannie's nibbling moist pussy to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the saturated curls of her soft, naked loins…!
"Oh Caesar… oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh… ooohhh Mark Darling… do you understand, now… now when you can see how he fucks me…? Do you…?"
"Y-Yes, baby… I do… Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainably stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh.
"Oh Mark…!" Jean gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis, the sight firing added fuel to her sensual passion. "Darling… bring it up here to me! Let me lick and suck the ache out of it for you! Please, lover, I want to… please?"
Slowly, Mark got to his feet. A jolt of fiery sensations charge through him at her ardent request. Was it possible that she was going to…? Hell yes… anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed…! Hesitantly, he moved, his eyes ever flexed on Caesar watching him… staring incessantly as he fucked away with open mouth while Jean moved backward rhythmically, meeting his powerful long strokes into her openly absorbing vagina!
Jean breathed a moan of new maddening excitement when she realized what she was going to do! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at the same time feeling Caesar's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself fully to the beautiful fucking her Caesar was pounding into her from behind!
And then, Mark was kneeling before her, his hardened thick cock in front of her face! She reached out and curled her fingers around its hotly throbbing length, feeling it jerk to her touch. Gently, she slid back its heavy foreskin, sensing it pulsate in her soft, small hand, its moist, bulbous head with its tiny slit at the tip intensely thrilling her. She heard Mark's husky groan to her tender stroking caresses, and saw the pearlish drop of moisture bead at the little opening from the ministrations of her milking hand! Oh God… she wanted that! Yes… yes and all that would follow, to the very last drop, squirting hotly up into her mouth and belly…!