"Why yes, dear. That would be fine. All alone again? Well, never fear. We're always here. Just come around when it suits you. Bye now."
Voluptuous, black-haired Cleonora quickly laid the phone in its cradle and turned to face her handsome husband, who was lying on the nearby sofa without a stitch of clothing on. His tall, long-legged body was covered with a ragged mass of black curly hairs ranging from his ankles upward over his belly to his wide squarish chest, and over the top of his pectorals almost to his neck. At his loins was a healthy accumulation of thick black curls which fanned the base and foundation for his powerful looking penis now held throbbing in his hand. His hand moved slowly on his pulsating rod of warm male flesh, pulling the foreskin up and over the purplish glans. With his other hand he stroked the soft fur at the nape of his German shepherd's neck.
The big dog lay on all four paws by the side of the sofa, his longish tongue hanging out, glistening with moisture. When his sensitive ears caught Laura Saunders' lilting young voice on the telephone, his head jerked up attentively, and a rush of blood flooded his throbbing animal loins. Rover liked the tall, lushly molded young blonde, and whenever he saw her, or heard her throaty voice and gay, happy laugh in the Franklin home, his nostrils flared and it was all he could do to control himself.
But Rover was a well-trained dog, and he would never have dreamed of mounting Laura Saunders without being properly cued. Indeed, everything in him would have rebelled against it. He had been brought up to respond to specific commands and cue words. Despite his menacing appearance, Rover was an animal who never lost control of himself. And, thanks to the Franklins, elegant coaching, this seemed to pay dividends in the long run. The Franklins knew how to work women up until they were ready for him, and he was happy to rely upon their superior judgment.
"Was that Laura Saunders again?" Mark asked pleasantly, continuing to stroke Rover's deeply furred neck while pulling slowly on his own hotly throbbing organ.
Cleonora smiled. "It was," she said, lighting a cigarette. She sat down on the couch next to her husband and passed the cigarette to him. Glancing down she saw that the slightest amount of shining clear pre-cum had issued from the tip of his penis, and she licked her lips in lusty anticipation. She could almost taste Mark's cum on her tongue. It was a drink she almost never tired of quaffing.
"Is that for me or for Laura?" she asked, not even faintly jealous.
"For Rover here," Mark told her, pinching the big dog's throat fur in his fingers. "He gives me more than the both of you put together."
Cleonora pinched her lips together and punched him in the side, making him exclaim. She said, "You are mean, you bastard."
Mark laughed, wrapping his hand around his jerking cock which was waving lewdly about in the air like a redwood tree not quite knowing which way to fall.
"Heh heh. Not so mean as this thing here," he said. His eyes looked mischievously up to hers. "Think you've got the stomach for it?"
Her eyes dilated. He knew very well how much his penis meant to her, and how much she loved to swallow his fiery sperm. But this teasing was part of the game they played interminably. "Maybe not," she said, "but I know I've got the throat for it." And with this she slipped her hands underneath his buttocks, and then slowly lowered her head until her tongue-moistened lips came in contact with the smooth rubbery tip of his cock.
Her red glossed lips parted slightly as she savored the exquisite taste and scent of his throbbing male hardness and her eyelashes fluttered with an old, time-honored emotion. She had fallen in love with Mark Franklin's cock when she was just a schoolgirl in Trenton, New Jersey, and had adored it ever since. Next to Rover's which, of course, was exceptional, Mark's penis was absolutely the most tasty she'd ever run across in a lifetime of searching. Despite all the many cocks that had brought pleasure to her cunt since Mark had first deflowered her at the tender age of thirteen, and despite all the numerous ones that had flooded their cum down her hotly grasping throat as she sucked with a wanton fury on their towering members, Mark's was still the most excruciatingly satisfying rod of flesh she'd ever known in any form. She worshipped it slavishly, and she worshipped her husband with it. She would have done anything for him.
And had. For despite her initial dismay, she had eventually taken part actively in every debauchery he had ever suggested. And with marvelous results. Cleonora had suffered more orgasms than she could scarcely remember. Initially there had just been the usual bit of two-couple wife-swapping, and she had discovered to her happy surprise that she could enjoy other cocks in her mouth, cunt and anus than just her handsome husband's.
Consequently she tended to trust Mark's judgment in sexual matters somewhat more than her own. She had opened up new vistas of pleasure for her that transcended all her previous hedonistic experiences. How could she possibly deny him anything?
Cleo could still remember their first swapping experience with some tolerant amusement. What a naive little baby she'd been then! How coy and blushing, like a new bride. She'd been nervous the entire first part of the evening as the two couples worked their way toward each other, got to know each other better. And then when Mark had taken the other woman into his arms, she had seen that there was really no turning back. Rather sheepishly, she had let the other man make love to her, until finally she found to her amazement that he was driving her wild with lust! When his blood-hardened penis had finally thrust upward through her curling ebony pussy hay, pushing the soft wet flesh of her cuntal opening back along its entire inner length, Cleonora had literally thought she would die from the way her loins clasped it for joy. And then as he had begun to fuck into her with solid, slow, agonizingly long strokes, she had found to her amazement that watching Mark fucking the man's wife as well only served to make the whole thing that much more exciting.
And apparently Mark felt the same way, too. For despite her active fears that he would really be terribly jealous and enraged to see her enjoying herself with someone else, quite the opposite proved to be true. So that eventually it became standard to arrange things so that they could watch each other having sex with someone else. Mark seemed to get his biggest kicks out of this, and frequently he even helped other men to mount her.
Cleo hadn't exactly been thrilled by the thought of letting anyone else insert himself into the tightly budded anus she had originally saved only for her handsome husband. But she had eventually relented there, too, after being well worked up to it. So that one evening in a drunken, half-dazed state she had allowed Mark to prop up her buttocks as another man inserted his thick middle deep into her snugly clasping rectum. Thus stretched and prepared, she had allowed herself to be maneuvered until the stranger could slide his rigidly erected cock in between her straining ass-cheeks, and then mewled with joy as his throbbing hot penis broke through her tight anal entrance and passed forward and up into her writhing young belly.
After that, of course, the dam had broken. After being fucked in her anus and her vagina it would have been asking a lot for her to resist sucking warmly on all the wonderful cocks that had given her so much pleasure.
So for a long time they had gone on like this, swapping with couples here and there. And Mark proved to have been right. All this additional extracurricular sex did have an enlivening effect on their otherwise placid marriage, and did serve to make their own sex lives much more keen. She seemed to have more orgasms each and every time, and their lives and marriage had become exciting, vibrant, full of promise.
And then they had begun to widen their circle of interests.
They experimented with black leather and domination and found neither to their own particular tastes. They tried menage a trois with a young blonde girl who moved in to live with them, but this satisfied Mark more than it did her, and she found it impossible to develop any permanent lesbian feelings toward the girl.
Then at last they seemed to find what they were looking for in orgies with multiple participants. Such adventures gave Cleonora a virtually endless supply of lust-quenching cocks, and Mark also enjoyed the great variety of women he was able to indulge.
They enjoyed, as well, a variety of caterpillar copulations and daisy chains during these multiple orgies. On some occasions there were upwards of twenty persons combined in a writhing, gurgling happy mass on the Franklin living room carpet, sometimes stretching out through the French doors right to poolside, all connected in one way or another, with penises in pussies and mouths and anuses, and female lips sucking cocks and cunts alike, and men with their tongues driving wildly up between girls' parted legs.
And then Rover had come to live with them.
Now Cleonora couldn't imagine which had affected her life more. Was it her first meeting with Mark in the balcony of the Bijou Theatre in Trenton when she was just twelve years old and he, a mature eighteen, had managed to push his fingers up under the elastic leg band of her frilly white panties to insert them into the soft moist outer flesh of her virginal pussy? Or was it the fact that they had bought Rover on an impulse one idle afternoon in Sausalito.
At first he had been just a cute little puppy, but then he had begun to change, to get older and bigger, becoming as powerful and dangerous-looking a German shepherd as any Cleonora had ever seen in her life.
Initially she had tried to deny to herself that he set something to stirring inside her, that she could feel her blood warming when she looked at him. The fact that she enjoyed herself physically with a great many men – always with Mark's consent and co-operation – did not necessarily mean that she was prepared to extend her affections as well in a direction to which she had always been brought up to believe lay only perdition and unspeakable depravity.
How, then, had it all come about?
The beginning of the affair had been rather cursory. She and Mark had been lounging about the living room one evening, just alone by themselves warming their naked flesh in the open wood fire of the fireplace. Rover was just over a year old then, and from a small, playful puppy he had grown into a rather stoutly masculine young beast, finely formed in every way. His large head he held with commanding dignity, often cocking it intelligently to one side when he attended their conversations. His eyes were large and brown, and bespoke of considerable depth of feeling and understanding. The fine sleek fur of his coat glistened with a sheen born of good food and fine health. When Rover moved, his powerful muscles rippled in a way that Cleonora could only describe to herself as primitively exciting. He was easily the most masculine animal she'd ever seen – next to Mark, of course.
For a long time the dark-haired young wife had come to feel very close to her handsome dog, and she often stroked him as she lay around naked, talking to him pleasantly about one thing and another. It seemed scarcely possible that he was the same little puppy grown to full-blown strength and mature doghood.
On the evening in question, Cleo had found herself glancing at Rover just a little more than usual – as his thick red penis had begun emerging from the smooth softness of its furry sheath, and she was just a little breathless to note its throbbing and rather awe-inspiring hardness.
"Big, isn't it?" Mark had asked, watching her as his hand moved lazily up and down along his own masculine rigidity. He was lying on another couch with one leg resting easily on the floor. The drapes across the high western windows were totally open and the sea was crashing with breakers of foam and spray against the mighty rocks of the California shore. The twilight gave everything a softly sensual glow, as they had not yet put on the lights.
Cleonora had gulped rather nervously and watched in awe as Rover's cock slid out to its full blood-swollen length before her very eyes, partly pink and partly red, glistening beneath its transparent sheen with some sort of pre-coital juice.
The dog was seated on the floor by the white satellite-shaped television globe, and as his penis reached its full length he had inclined his head – with his eyes locked tightly on hers – and imparted to his mightily rigid organ the full wet slap of his moist pink tongue, sliding it obscenely along the entire length of his exposed organ from base to bevel-shaped tip.
Cleo could feel herself gasping for air as she watched the German shepherd lick his own penis with slow, calculating movements, wrapping his tongue hotly around his organ and running it like some sort of imitation cunt up and down along its pulsating hard length.
The young wife had never seen an animal doing this before, and it quite took her breath away. She didn't know why, but she could almost feel as if it were her own tongue licking that hard cock from base to tip. She had seen numerous human penises in her time, but Rover's outsized dog-cock was easily the most awe-inspiring that had ever threatened to dislodge her senses.
There was no way of knowing the exact moment that her loins had begun secreting a warm heavy moisture of arousal that washed down through her vagina and out between the moist outer lips of her trembling pussy, into the softly curling dark hair of her cuntal triangle. It seemed to have crept upon her unawares, and before she knew what was happening, her belly was clenching and unclenching as if in lewd desire for a long thick penis to fill her hungry depths.
Of course she was utterly ashamed and embarrassed that she was turning on to a dog. There was no disguising her discomfiture, either, for Mark invariably knew when she was aroused. Her lushly-molded breasts quivered with sensual expectancy and her rose red nipples swelled into hard little buttons of flesh, throbbing with a need too strong to be denied. When her nipples came up like this there was not much hope of concealing what she was feeling. Her loins were awash and there was no ignoring the fact that watching Rover lick at his own penis had excited her desperately.
"Turns you on, hey?" Mark said with bitingly accurate perception.
Her nostrils flared and she looked at him.
Her husband had nodded towards their handsome and finely-made household pet. "Go ahead," he said. "It doesn't take a mind reader to see that you'd like to give old Rover a whirl. Put his cock in your mouth, why don't you? Big Daddy won't mind. And that's a promise."
She blinked anxiously and began moving across the floor on all fours to where Rover lay beneath the huge white television table. The big dog jerked up his head, unwrapping his tongue from his glistening penis, distracted from his self-fellation by his mistress's curious behavior.
He watched her dancing breasts dance whitely beneath her body as she moved across the floor, her nipples hard and grazing the carpet from moment to moment as she crawled. Ordinarily he didn't really notice his mistress's breasts, but in this crawling position they seemed to hypnotize him as they swung back and forth. The big dog shifted as his penis emerged still farther, pulsing with blood. The way his curvaceous young mistress was coming towards him was wildly exciting, and the similarity to bitches-in-heat he had known was inescapable. But what was she up to?
It was only moments before Cleonora, driven by her husband's lewd suggestion, was at last clutching the handsome dog's furry shanks, but it had seemed like an eternity. Her mouth watered hungrily, filling to the brim with saliva, and she gazed raptly and with ardent, unconcealed desire at Rover's massive canine cock.
She glanced back at Mark then, just for a moment.
And he nodded. "Go ahead, honey. You deserve it. Love him to death. And the big brute has a prick on him about two miles long. It'll go into your mouth and come out your belly. Christ, I've got to see this."
And with this she uttered a little sigh of complete enchantment and happiness, her head falling forward almost simultaneously as her fingers gripped the base of his hotly throbbing shaft of muscle, her long, sleek, straight black hair spreading out all over his flanks as her open mouth moved forward to capture his glistening red animal penis.
Rover shifted position awkwardly as he sensed what his mistress was doing, every nerve ending and sinew in his body crying out for it. He had loved his beautiful black-haired mistress forever, it seemed, and invariably the blood pounded in his swiftly maturing loins when he looked at her, or heard her sensually husky voice. So that this was now a dream come true – her warm moist mouth availing like a bitch's cunt over his burning hot member, then closing in a soft wet pressure around it.
His sharp teeth chattered in his head as Cleo began ardently to suck. Groans of pleasure escaped the German shepherd's throat in chorus with the sighs and mewls issuing happily from his mistress's lips around his pulsating rod of flesh.
As for Cleonora, she could not remember when she had sucked with more fervor on a lust-engorged shaft of male hardness. The sheer deliciousness of Rover's penis was impossible to compare with anything else in her considerable experience. It was succulent, warm, throbbing, and fiercely masculine. With her tongue and mouth laving it to death, she felt as if she were growing dizzy and in another moment would swoon dead away from sensual happiness. As her lips and tongue moved over his slippery rigidity, feeling every last lurid pulsation and blood-swollen ridge, her pussy moistened hopelessly and her cock-hungry belly felt as if it were full of butterflies. This warm animal penis was well worth worshipping, and she wanted nothing better than to feel its sticky cum shooting outward and upward into the depths of her throat.
Which it did with a swiftness that the lewdly sucking brunette was totally unprepared for. For Rover's loins had been holding his cum as if in an overheard pressure cooker, just waiting for the moment to spew it forth.
"That's it, baby!" Mark shouted from the couch as he slipped his hand furiously up and down over his depravity-aroused cock. Then he leaped up and raced over to her, kneeling down and prying apart the soft white moons of her fleshy buttocks with his thumbs to shove his urgently churning penis up through her snugly clutching anus and into the warm wet clasp of her rectum, so that then Cleonora was being buffeted back and forth with her husband's enormous cock sunk like a log into her wide-stretched nether passage, and Rover's wet red penis all the way down her throat.
This double fucking by dog and man was so maddening that the skewered young girl could no longer think of who or where or what she was. She wanted only this brutish fucking by man and beast and nothing else in the world. She wanted to be the obscene receptacle for their white-hot cum until her belly was bloated with it.
And she didn't have long to wait, for in very short order Rover was indeed jerking and yelping for joy, his testicles throwing scalding hot dog-semen through the muscular bridge of his penis and into her hotly sucking mouth with a fury that knew no bounds. And then Mark, overheated with sexuality as he was from being a witness to this incredibly immoral and licentious depravity, had also begun to orgasm, jerking and shuddering, his head hanging down with his hair all damp and lank across his sweaty forehead, as he shot his milky semen in an explosive series of spurts high up into Cleo's cock-filled rectal channel. Steaming male cum was being poured into her from both ends and she was overcome by a happiness that could only be described as… indescribable.
And that was only the first time.