Angela lay on her back in bed, eyes wide open, watching the bedroom slowly turn light around her. A few minutes ago she had not been able to see the chair over by the door, brut now it began to loom out of the semi-darkness like the wreck of some old ship under water. Little tendrils of soft light were sneaking around the edges of the window curtains, spilling down onto the carpet, being soaked up in its dark nap.
The young wife had been lying like this for several hours, ever since about three in the morning, staring into the blackness around her, unable to close her eyes. Sleep just wouldn't come, no matter what little tricks she tried, and she'd tried everything from counting sheep to some simple yoga mental exercises she had once seen demonstrated on television, but nothing helped. She just lay there growing tenser and tenser. It would have been bad enough to the young woman if it were just a matter of having drunk too much coffee the night before, or one of a dozen other simple causes, but she knew what was really the matter, why she couldn't sleep, and the knowledge made her feel ashamed.
She was horny. She wanted to be made love to.
Fat chance, the blonde housewife thought bitterly to herself. Jack lay snoring next to her, lively as a log in a swamp, his big arms spread out over the bed in complete relaxation. One of them periodically flopped across her body as her husband changed position in his sleep and Angela would then disgustedly push it away. It was hard for her to tell for whom or what she felt the disgust, but she suspected it was as much for herself as for anything. Once again her treacherous body was dictating moods to her, forcing her mind into carnal channels where all her training told her it didn't belong. For the thousandth time the tortured young woman asked herself what was the matter with her, and for the thousandth time an angry fight went on in her mind – the more modern, intelligent, well-educated part telling her that she was just exhibiting the signs of normal, healthy physical needs, but the darker part of her unconscious, spoiled by her parents' fundamentalist beliefs, painted her a picture of lust and guilt and hell-fire.
Sensing her husband stir next to her, Angela looked over hopefully to see if he was awake, but his eyes were still closed. However, one of his arms fell across her body once again, this time pressing heavily down against her breasts. It was a warm night and both husband and wife were sleeping naked. This didn't happen too often, since each one of the young couple were somewhat inhibited about nudity, but right now Angela was glad she was naked because there was nothing between her sensitive little nipples and that hairy arm but sensation. Despite herself, the young blonde felt her body moving a little, working her breasts up against the weight above, feeling little trickles of pleasure seeping down into her body.
Angela must have moved a little too much, because Jack suddenly opened his eyes, not really seeing anything, but starting to come awake. Turning toward his wife, he pressed the front of his body close to hers, letting his arm snuggle around her body, his legs bending forward a little. Partly to hide her shame and partly because it was more comfortable, Angela turned away from her husband, lying on her side facing the same direction as he and automatically Jack snuggled up to her, holding his young wife protectively in the curve of his body, one hand unknowingly cupping her breast.
Oh, how Angela liked that, and at the same time was tortured almost beyond endurance. His hand on her naked breast felt like fire and she was terribly aware of the soft fleshiness of his penis pressing gently into the sensitive hollow where her buttocks joined her upper thighs, only an inch or two away from her already moist pussy. For several minutes Angela lay still and rigid, then couldn't keep her buttocks from pressing back a little into her husband's flaccid penis, delighted to feel its soft hotness press a little farther up into that sensitive crack. At the same time she ground her left breast – she was lying on her left side – down against the hand that so unconsciously cupped it. The young blonde wife was surprised to find that her breathing was growing faster as she worked herself against her husband's unknowing body, tantalizing herself shamelessly.
My God, was his penis growing hard? she thought in wonder.
There seemed to be a stirring high up between her thighs and… yes… pressure was growing against the narrow slit between her buttocks, unmistakably worming up toward her waiting cunt. Rapidly losing all sense of caution, the desperate young woman pressed back harder against her husband's growing rigidity, all the time sliding her nipple lightly around over the palm of his hand.
"W-What?" Jack said sleepily, raising up his head a little and looking at the back of Angela's head. She froze, cursing herself for her greed, but for once she was in luck. Letting his head flop back down on the pillow, Jack became slowly aware that he had an erection and that it was shoved somewhere up between his wife's ass-cheeks. Nor was he oblivious to the pebble-hard little nipple digging into his palm. Angela was a beautiful woman, and the young man fully realized it and realized also that they were both naked, her warm sweet-smelling flesh pressed sexilly tight against him. Also, Jack had been having an erotic dream, perhaps brought on unknowingly by Angela's pressure against his loins, and all of a sudden he felt really turned on. Stretching his head forward, he kissed Angela on the ear.
"Oh, Jack," she moaned, and almost acting on its own volition, her buttocks ground hungrily back against his still-growing member.
"Morning, honey," Jack breathed into his wife's ear and then began to worm his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up toward the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead. In a second he was burrowing a hot path up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him. With something like wonder he felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that warm moist little cleft, gentle little spasms running over his surprised loins.
"What a way to wake up," he whispered happily in her ear.
"Darling, it feels so good," Angela moaned back, arching her lower back a little so that she could feel more of his swollen member up between her hungry thighs. Jack was rubbing a little harder now, his cock quickly swelling to an almost painful hardness. Several times he felt the hot bulbous tip slide across the moistened opening of Angela's vagina but it didn't slip in, since his madly rubbing shaft was nearly at right angles to his wife's eager cunt. At the same time Angela was moaning, "Oh, please, Jack, put it in, put it in."
Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife's back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to entry and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch again at the very entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in. Rather, it skidded away to jab roughly at Angela's tiny throbbing clitoris.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving that spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud. Really eager now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela's trembling thighs to force her legs slightly open, and then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to stuff his aching cock up into that hungry little tunnel. It was slippery going, she was so wet down there, and it didn't help that maddened by all the fumbling over her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area, Angela began uncontrollably jerking her hips.
"Hold still, damnit," Jack snarled, and for a few seconds Angela did her best to obey. With a grunt Jack managed to push the head of his cock part way up inside her waiting vagina and then thrust forward firmly with his huge fleshy penis slid up into the hot wet hole, smoothly, without any pulling at the tender inner walls, they were so slippery with Angela's freely flowing moisture.
"Oooooohhhhhh," the both sighed out together as finally that mighty shaft lay imbedded its full length up inside Angela's quivering little belly. For a long second they lay still together, frozen by the agonizing pleasure of the penetration they had both been working for. Angela felt as if some hotly pulsing electric machine had suddenly been turned on up inside her, sending wave after wave of breath-taking pleasure throbbing through her tender insides. And Jack had the sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock from his waist to his knees. Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and growing and realized that maybe he could cum just lying there. Angela sensed it too and begged, "Please, Jack, hold it for awhile if you can."
"I'll try," he answered and meant it. "Just don't move for awhile," he asked. He hoped that if he just kind of let himself soak for a while deep inside her warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go from his nerves and he could fuck the hell out of his pretty blonde wife. Unfortunately, the young man shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and his massive rod of flesh slip upward into those tender loins another inch. That was too much for Angela, who had dutifully been trying to hold motionless despite the thudding flutters caused by that cock shoved up her from the back.
Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around her husband's lust-engorged penis, "Uuuummmmhhhhh," he moaned, biting his lower lip. "For Christ sakes, stop it. You're gonna make me cum."
"I-I can't help it," Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her husband's loins. With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way his aching cock was trapped between his wife's soft voluptuous thighs, Jack had had it. He could feel the old familiar explosion deep down in his swollen balls as his sperm started the mad uncontrollable race up along the fully burgeoned length of his cock-shaft.
"Aaaaaauuuuugh," he moaned. Brutally rolling Angela over on her stomach, her legs still straight and clamped together, he loomed above her, massive cock disappearing up between her milk-white thighs, pinning her flailing form to the bed. "Jesus H. Christ, here it comes," he roared. Suddenly his arms stiffened, palms flat against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was bent like a bow, his agonized face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust.
"No, no, no," Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she knew it was no use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger rather than the completion she so sought. Again and again that obscenely impaling pole jerked and twitched up inside her, for a minute making her hope that it might kick her over the edge and start her own orgasm, but then suddenly, almost without warning, it was over, and Jack collapsed with a wet smack on her back, pressing her down into the mattress so that for awhile all she was concerned about was being able to breathe.
After a few panting seconds she felt her satiated husband pull his still half-hard penis from between her trembling thighs and the unhappy young woman was aware of every potentially lust-quenching inch of it as it slid wetly out, then dragged over the back of her leg, leaving a sticky white trail behind it. Even after she felt his weight leave her, Angela continued to lie on her stomach, not wanting Jack to see the tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. But he could not miss the helpless motion of her hips as they ground mindlessly down against the sheet, seeking the fulfillment that had been so near.
"Gee, honey, I'm sorry…" Jack started to say, and then clamped his lips tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife because he felt guilty. "Hell no," he blurted out. "Why should I be sorry. I told you to hold still and then you had to go wild on me. Christ, I coulda made it, so don't blame me!" Getting no answer from his wife, the young man rolled angrily out of bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Angela lay on the bed, still face down, stunned by her husband's unfair attack. She wanted to do something to make things right again, but somehow seemed incapable of moving. This whole sexual charade had been going on for so many months that there was nothing left inside the unhappy young woman but a vacuum of misery and despair. So while her husband took a shower in record time and then stomped around the bedroom getting dressed, she just lay there, her head turned toward the wall, wishing the whole miserable mess would go away and she'd find herself a little girl again, back in bed at her parents' house, ignorant of men and sex and the way they could pull a woman's soul apart.
Fortunately for her mental health, a slow anger began building up inside Angela for the neat way her husband had turned the tables on her, making her feel guilty for what seemed to her to be his inadequacy. But it hadn't built to its full head of steam until after Jack had stalked stiffly through the living room, ready for work, and gone out the front door, slamming it behind himself.
"The bastard!" she suddenly cried out, abruptly sitting up in the bed. "The dirty rotten bastard!" For a moment the angry young woman sat there, then she got lithely to her feet. Her flashing eyes and heightened color made her look like some aroused Goddess in her cream-white nakedness.
"Well, I'll show him," she muttered to herself, something finally snapping inside her. In this one moment of rebellion, about half a lifetime's inhibitions were swept out of her mind. Wasn't she entitled to some sexual satisfaction, she thought bitterly to herself. After all, she was a married woman and shouldn't have to go through life half out of her mind with frustration! This was a major change in the young woman's outlook. For the first time in her life she didn't look on her natural sexual urges as some kind of depraved inner weakness. By now they had become too familiar to her, like her own arm or leg. If she was hungry she'd get something to eat, she reasoned, and by God, she swore to herself, it would be that way with sex. She'd show her husband that she didn't need this frustration anymore!
This didn't mean that for even one second the enraged young housewife had made up her mind to find a lover – those inhibitions were still firmly fucked into her faithful little mind. No, it merely meant that she now felt relatively uninhibited to satisfy herself – with her own hands!
Stalking over to the chair, Angela decided that this would be a good time to start, and sat down heavily. Now that her anger had subsided a little, the frustrated young blonde realized what frantic signals her unfulfilled little belly was sending out. She felt that any moment painful cramps might double her over as her love-starved insides shuddered and twitched. Sliding down in the chair so that her buttocks were resting on the forward edge, her body curved forward, Angela looked down at her pussy and decided to go ahead. After all, who would know? But still, her hand hesitated a second before she was able to make it reach down, but finally it dipped with decision, her forefinger sliding between her cum-slippery cuntal lips. With fascinating the young wife stared down at the way her slender finger pushed aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh, delving deep into the moist little slip. She found she could make the sensations constantly change and grow by rubbing here, then there, by fondling the thick full cunt lips themselves, and best of all, by slowly circling her finger around and around the outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh," she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of the hot little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button that shot high voltage through her helpless body, she found herself thinking. For several minutes the dreamy-eyed young woman fondled and played with the aching flesh up between her thighs, her long shapely legs stretched out in front of the chair, slightly opened.
But she knew what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, and so, hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the softly petaled opening to her vagina, looking down as she did so so that she could actually see it push aside the tight muscular opening and slip a little way up inside her cunt. From the first, she knew that one finger would not be enough experience over the past few weeks had taught her that – so she put two fingers together and rather brutally shoved them far up between her widespread legs. They went in easily, she was so aroused and wet up there, and the panting girl started sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional excitement from the obscene wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far as they could go into her desire-swollen vagina. Unfortunately that was not far enough. Compared to the way her husband's huge penis had stabbed up nearly to her womb, Angela's fingers were plainly inadequate – just a bad joke, but at least she knew that there was no danger of their cumming prematurely!
Angela's head was lying back against the top of the armchair, her eyes half closed while she savored the growing ecstasy in her cunt, when suddenly she was able to see from under her lashes a stealthy movement by the door.
"Hans!" she called out sharply, stopping her fingers for a moment. "You go back in the living room!" The big dog had his handsome head stuck around the edge of the door, wondering what was going on in the bedroom. "Go on out, I say!" Angela ordered again. Quickly the big head was pulled back around the comer and she could hear his nails clicking down the hall. The suddenly liberated housewife may have felt justified in satisfying her needs herself, but somehow she just couldn't face doing it in front of the dog.
With a grateful sigh, Angela sent her fingers sliding once more in and out of her hungering pussy, but somehow the dog's intrusion had spoiled the effect. Try as she might, Angela could not get the same burning pleasure from the act as she had done before. A few minutes ago she had known she was on the way to orgasm, even if she wasn't in a hurry, but now, her fingers just didn't seem to be doing the job. Impatiently she inserted a third, but even though it made a thicker mass going up into her more and more disinterested cunt, at the same time she was not able to get them in so deep.
"Oh, damn, damn, damn," she moaned aloud. Was she to be frustrated another time? God, she hoped not. Her belly still screamed for release even if her fingers were able to provide it. Determined, now that she had made up her mind to handle her own sexual problems, the young blonde housewife got up from her chair glum-faced and walked naked into the kitchen, heavy taut breasts swaying sensually from her purposeful stride. Opening the vegetable bin, she rummaged around inside for a moment, frowning in concentration and obviously trying to make a decision, then with a grunt, she straightened up holding a huge fresh carrot in her hand. She stared at the massive root for a moment, noting the tiny bits of dirt clinging to the outside and grimaced, distastefully. Going to the sink, she washed the carrot and picking up a potato peeler began to strip off the skin in long brightly colored curls. In a moment the big vegetable was naked in her hand and then the frowning housewife turned her attention to the sharp tip. That would never do, she mused, and picking up a knife, carved the end of the carrot into a blunt rounded shape, never really letting her mind think for too long about the lewd thing she was about to do.
All this time Hans was watching his mistress through the door, although he was keeping obediently far back in the living room. The sight of her naked loveliness plus the rich odors of obvious feminine arousal that permeated the air around her, rising in almost visible waves from her thoroughly soaked vagina, were beginning to have a predictable effect on the oddly trained animal. He had made several trips to see Sylvia lately, but instead of satisfying him, this had made the big dog's hunger for human women burn all the more furiously. But something warned him into being cautious. He could sense somehow, how different his mistress was from the completely amoral brunette down the road. Still, his eyes followed her eagerly as she walked back into the bedroom, holding the thick orange carrot up in front of her like some sacred relic. The dog stole to the bedroom doorway and peeked around just in time to see Angela sit down once again in the chair in the same position as before.
For a moment the beautiful naked girl sat lost in deep thought, her legs lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her fingers grasped the carrot tightly as she slowly began to realize what an obscene thing she was doing. And besides, it was so big and might hurt her. But, oh damn, what's the use, she moaned to herself and positioned the bright orange instrument right up against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina. Without giving herself any more chance to think, she shoved, forcing the smooth orange tip a short way up inside, gasping a little at its unexpected coldness. Then she slowly began to rotate the hard blunt instrument around and around, working it up into her steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in fascination to watch it disappear inch by inch into the tight wet little opening.
"Assssshhhh," she gasped out as she felt her cunt gratefully accepting the strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her loins. Finally most of the huge carrot was sunk up inside, just enough of the bright orange shaft sticking out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the lewd protuberance, the blonde young wife began experimentally moving the carrot in and out between her blonde-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes big and dreamy as she ground lust into her body with this obscene tool.
Bit by bit the trembling young woman was able to discover that if she moved the carrot in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of pleasure that she had never before even imagined existed. Oh, God, she thought, if this was only something she could tell Jack, then perhaps he would be able to do the same things with his hot, throbbing, living cock – but no, if he ever tried anything like that he would cum in ten seconds!
Angela felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. Twisting the carrot in a rotary motion, she was able to press its bulbous tip up against the sensitive opening to her womb, deep inside, causing sharp and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to make her belly quiver. When she had aroused herself to a state bordering on blind madness with this technique, the gasping housewife decided it was time to sprint for the ultimate goal – orgasm. Pulling the carrot out almost its full length, the hard, brightly-colored surface slippery with her warm vaginal secretions, she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as far as it would go, almost as if she were trying to hurt herself.
For an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young woman had indeed broken something inside as her eyes opened wide in surprise and her abdominal muscles tightened in shock, her long silky legs jerking out stiff and trembling as her ass-cheeks clenched. For almost a full ten seconds, the beautiful young blonde hung motionless on the edge of the chair, her fingers shoved right up to the mouth of her vagina, the thick orange carrot nearly vanished inside. Then, "Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to life, tortured almost beyond endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up inside her tender belly.
Immediately her fingers jerked the carrot out half its length and then rammed it back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the orange spear out, holding it there a moment as her body prepared for the onslaught, screaming in lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it up inside her wetly quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo increased until the strange substitute penis was a flashing streak of orange reflections drumming in and out of the sobbing gasping young woman's sucking cuntal depths. Angela's head was twisting wildly back and forth against the back of the chair in passion, her eyes shut, long blonde hair whipping across her flushed features. Farther and farther her legs fell open until they were a great "vee" splaying out wide in front of the chair. With wonderful certainty the panting young wife knew her orgasm was almost there, could feel its awesome potential building, building far up inside her throbbing belly. Drawing in a choked breath, Angela shifted her grip on the obscene substitute penis that was to bring her completion, ready to push herself over the edge with one last series of hard passionate thrusts, eyes still tightly closed. Then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt the unmistakable touch of something cold against the inside of her knee, accompanied by a warm breath.
Angela's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been caught in her shameless act, the carrot still buried obscenely deep up in her pussy, its knobby orange length protruding back out by itself as the frightened young woman's hands flew out to grip the arms of the chair.
"H-Hans!" she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief. While her eyes had been closed, the big animal had crept unseen up between her widespread thighs, driven past the point of caution as he saw his lovely naked mistress so obviously thrusting something into herself, the maddening, exhilarating smell of her passion filling the room with a heady aroma the lusty dog had come to know so well.
"Hans!" Angela said again, more sharply this time, at the same moment trying to struggle more erect in the chair, but the carrot buried deep in her cunt plus the dog's presence between her awkwardly splayed thighs made it difficult to maneuver. Making one hand of the arm of the chair to clutch desperately at the impaling vegetable between her legs only made the struggling young woman lose her balance, and she fell back heavily in the chair.
"Damn it," she said a third time to the big dog. "You get out of here, Hans. Let me up!" But Hans only whined eagerly between his mistress' spread white legs, too near her passion-drenched cunt to force himself away now. While Angela lay back in the chair struggling for balance, the titillated German shepherd could not resist moving his head forward until it was only inches away from the lust-arousing loins before him, so that he could sense the heat emanating from the widespread pink slit. Automatically his long tongue shot out to drink in those juices, stabbing into the soft pink flesh just above the visible stump of the carrot, then working down underneath toward the little pucker of her anus.
The effect on Angela was as if she had touched a live wire. She stiffened in amazement, her desire to get up temporarily driven from her mind by that hot, wet, living piece of flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, stunned at the intensity of her body's reaction to her pet's lewd tonguing, the young woman could only stare as the big animal did his best to lick over and around the carrot still imbedded in the depths he so desired to invade. Gently Hans opened his mouth wider and firmly took the hard shaft between his teeth, pulling and tugging as the glistening orange shaft slid slowly and excruciatingly out of Angela's trembling loins.
"Nnnnngggg," Angela moaned as her already aroused body spasmed from the slow withdrawal. Her intention of once again ordering the German shepherd away blew up like a puff of smoke, as her tortured mind temporarily stopped functioning.
"No, no, Hans," she whispered weakly as the carrot fell to the floor. Like a bird before a snake, the paralyzed young blonde watched that huge furry head poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt, wanting to stop this impending obscenity but helpless to move or cry out.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long thick tongue shot out, this time to bury itself up inside her soft vaginal opening, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through her vulnerable body. Before she could recover her control the darting pink tongue flickered over her shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.
"No, no, no… this can't be," she gasped out, unable to do more than writhe helplessly in the chair, her fingers digging into the upholstered arms. Could this be happening to her? Was her own dog actually licking and slavering at her nakedly offered loins or was it all part of some shameful dream? Again and again her conscience told her to sit up in the chair and push the dog away, but her treacherous body refused to obey. No, no, no, this wasn't right, her mind screamed out, this was depraved, wrong! But then she remembered the obscene act she had been performing only moments before, the very nadir of depravity as she fucked the lewdly peeled car-rot in and out of her shameless cunt. How could this be so much worse? Was it because the animal was alive and his big brown eyes were looking up at her even as his tongue buried itself up into her spasming vagina?
By the time all these thoughts had begun to sort themselves out in the moaning young housewife's mind, it was too late. That curling, dipping, thrusting tongue now had complete control over her pitifully cringing body, lapping molten fire into her pussy with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight it, she thought finally. Only a short time ago, she had made the decision to do something about her deprived sex life, short of adultery, and maybe this was the answer. At least Hans would never be able to tell on her.
"Oh, Hans… baby," she heard her voice moan. "Do it to me. Lick… lick. Oh please, baby, make your Angela cum." The last of her resistance gone, Angela's hips started a slow grinding up toward the dog's pleasure-giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt lewdly forward, her heels digging into the carpet beneath to give her more leverage. Out and in, out and in, wetly flashed that long thick tongue, starting down at Angela's tiny little anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her fever-pink cunt lips, slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across her achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, Hans licked tirelessly, happily at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so defenselessly before him, savoring the hot musky taste and odors, trying to slip his hungry tongue as far up into his mistress' fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go. The handsome animal was happy, happy that he would be able to know his beloved mistress in the same way as he knew the beautiful woman down the road.
Angela seemed to have gone crazy above the slaving animal. Continuous choking mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips and her buttocks churned wildly in the chair, lashed into frenzy by the long tongue slicing deep into her most secret parts. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered woman twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long pink tongue into her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which had drowned her long years of moral training.
"Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaahhhh," she chanted mindlessly, each moaning utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of Hans' incredible tongue. She knew she was going to cum, that nothing could hold it back now. A throbbing force had taken possession of her belly, just waiting for the moment when it would sweep over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet, pulled by the age-old strings of culminating passion. The gasping young wife's eyes slowly opened to stare unseeingly up at the ceiling, a faint terror lurking in there deep blue depths, some ancient instinctual hidden monster that would emerge from her past to turn her into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female flesh. Growing relentlessly, this irresistible force inside the trembling young woman stretched itself thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would have to burst or split her wide open.
Then suddenly, seemingly without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the desperate young housewife three times already today exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upward one last time as her legs held her whole body rigid in an attitude of shuddering tension. She didn't move beyond that, just held there, the cords in her slender neck standing out sharply through her translucent white skin while the incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless moment for the climaxing young blonde, without time or spacial reference, just going on and on in a kind of silent explosion that swept away the accumulated frustration of months of inadequate sex.
When finally it was over, Angela's whole body went limp as if someone had cut her strings, and she slid out of the chair to collapse in a gasping heap in front of the surprised Hans. The handsome German shepherd reached down to try and continue his eager licking at his mistress' sweet-tasting cunt but she slumped forward a little, unconsciously hiding her treasures from the disappointed dog.
"P-Please," she begged her pet. "Got to… got to get my breath." It was over for her now. She had what she had wanted for so long – complete release. Angela marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It was almost as if it were a new body, one she had never known before, new born, cleansed of the twisting tensions that her frustrated sex-life had let distort its milk-white perfection.
Resting part of her weight on Hans' powerful neck, the still trembling young wife got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled out to the riving room cupboard, opening a door and fishing out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She knew she was going to need a good stiff drink before her mind started working again. Angela poured a good two ounces of the amber liquid in the glass and drank it straight down without a breath, choking and coughing for a moment as the alcohol seemed to carve its own trail down her throat. Gratefully the young blonde felt a soothing warmth seep through her veins, and by the time she had finished a second drink, her insistently clamoring thoughts had slowed to a dignified quiet flow. Fortunately for her peace of mind, the young woman's absorption with the bottle had kept her from seeing the unhappy Hans standing close behind her, stating up in despairing need as his huge scarlet penis slid disappointedly back up inside the furry sheath beneath his stomach. The sight of that obscene instrument, bared nakedly in obvious response to her own preceding arousal, would probably have been too much for the young housewife to take.
As it was, there was enough to think about. Not pushing her thoughts, the lovely young blonde went back in the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, chin resting thoughtfully on the palm of one hand. Angela knew she should be wracked with guilt, but curiously, there was only a vague feeling of unease. Each time her conscience started to attack, it was quickly put down by the memory of the unbelievable orgasm that had swept over her grateful body only minutes before. And the musing young woman was fully aware that the orgasm owed its special nature to Hans' wonderful tongue; of that she was sure. As far as her mind was concerned, it was the old story of the carrot and the stick, although she couldn't help blushing in embarrassment as she thought of "carrot". Yes, her need would always drive her, and now that she knew of her dog's willingness to… well… lick her, why not make use of it? It wasn't as if she were being unfaithful to her husband, although some little voice in the back of her head kept trying to warn her that it just wasn't natural: she was a woman, not a dog.
But what harm could it possibly do? No one would ever know, and maybe it was the only way her marriage to Jack could be saved. Suddenly the young blonde's jaw set determinedly. One thing was sure! She'd do almost anything to have more orgasms like the one Hans had licked into her, and if that was the only way she could get them, so be it!
Looking fondly down at her dog, the satisfied young wife felt a sudden rush of love for the big animal come over her. How could the dog's natural reactions to her need be wrong? she asked herself. After all, Jack had brought the dog here so she wouldn't be lonely, and if she got a few extra benefits out of the arrangements, so what? All she knew was the wonderful new way she felt.
"Oh, Hans," she cried out, slipping down from the bed to cradle the dog's handsome head to her still naked breasts. Hans naturally started to lick the proud soft mounds, but Angela pushed him away. "No, no," she said. "That's enough for today. I don't want to be greedy, do I?" Never considering in her innocence that the dog might have needs of his own.
One thought did hit her though. Suddenly the newly satisfied young wife found herself jealously wondering if Hans did the same things to other women, after all, he spent a lot of time over at Sylvia Bennett's house. Well, that would have to stop. Hans was her dog, and she didn't want some woman taking his affection away from her.
"Okay, lover-boy, you're a kept dog from now on. No more chasing around over the countryside. You and I are going to spend a lot of time together from now on, right here in the house."
Her mind made up, all hesitations safely dealt with, the naked young woman walked towards the bathroom and a nice relaxing bath, feeling better about the future than she had in months.