Earlier that morning, Don had called to let Barbara know his luncheon date with Steve Smith was still on and that he intended to pour it to their neighbor, along with the martinis, just the way they had rehashed it the night before. Not that the voluptuous, onyx-eyed brunette ever felt the need for an aphrodisiac, but the way Don had painted mental images of what it would be like for her with Steve had certainly reacted on her as one. God, she'd gone wild, and so had he, neither of them able to get enough. He'd tongued her raging pussy right there on the living room davenport for a good half-hour, until she'd lost track of her climaxes, before fucking her the first time on the floor. Then, it had been into the bedroom for another fierce bout with him taking her from behind, his big, long, thick cock pumping into her fire-filled vagina like a beautiful battering ram… and still neither of them had been ready to quit.
Barbara's yet roused brain sensually reflected the lustful scenes from their wild sex-party as she went about straightening up the house. Her dark-eyes glowed with the pornographic stimulant of her husband's lewdly phrased word-pictures of what she should look forward to and what she should plan to surprise the young Mr. Smith with…
"Now, if he's anything like me, baby, he loves to have his cock sucked," Don had goadingly suggested as they lay there naked and breathing heavy from the animal-fashion fucking he'd just given her. His arm was around her, his strong hand fondling her full breast and worrying its tiny, hardened nipple, while she lovingly played with his still partially swollen, amazing big cock. "What do you think?"
"Don, I hope so, darling!" she honestly exclaimed. It was one of her favorite erotic acts. Nothing could turn her on like the hot, hardened feel of a thick, virile cock in her mouth. And invariably when it squirted its scalding-sweet jism down her throat she would cum like an earthquake by the mere squeezing of her full thighs together to massage her clitoris between the educated lips of her never unsensuous cunt. "Though I've yet to find a man who doesn't. And would that be some sort of hint you're passing on to me, Mr. Keller?"
He'd chuckled, giving her swollen breast an almost painful, loving squeeze, sending revived little chills of desire up her naked back. "Well now, seeing you put it that way… why don't you just demonstrate how you'll suck old Steve… I mean, kind of practice on me."
Again, she'd trembled with anticipating excitement, never hesitating as she leaned over him to trail her soft, moistened lips down across the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she'd said: "And you can imagine that I'm Karen sucking your big cock for you… but I want you to keep telling me what Steven and I will do! Go on, lover, please…?" Her fingernails scratched lightly over his re-stiffened hardness which was still wet and shiny from their fucking. She crawled between his spread legs to hover on all fours with her face just above its towering length, knowing that he could feel her hot breath washing over it.
"Ah… he'll lick your hot cunt… bury his tongue right up that tight pussy hole… unh!" he had tried, choking out a grunt as haunched there, she began to stroke his thick rod of hardness first with one hand and then between both of them with a slow, pressuring motion. He'd groaned again, thrusting his lean loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his now rock-hardened penis.
"Mmmmmm," Barbara had hummed, both as a signal for him to continue telling her, and an added little thrill of vibration that she well knew set him right up. "Mmmmmmmmmm…!"
"Oh fuck… ooohhh… he'll lick your little asshole and… and try to worm… ooohh worm his hot tongue into it…!" he groaned once more, reaching down and tangling his fingers in her short hair to guide the rhythm of her now bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his own from the pillow to watch her contorted face lustfully stuffed full. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for her when she watched his laving tongue working in the open wet crevice of her pink cunt.
And then, she no longer cared whether he went on with his lurid visions or not, her rapt attention centered on the pulsating hardness fucking into her mouth. Sometimes, she imagined it to be Steve's, but it wasn't necessary to increase the sensation building in her soft belly and feverish loins. She sucked up off of it then and began to play over the purple, spongy glans with her tongue, the tip boring teasingly into the wetness of its tiny slit the way all men liked. He tremored beneath her as once more she worked the heavy outer layer of skin up and down, finally drawing it all the way back to slide her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy rod, enclosing the swollen rubbery head in a hot, moist pressure. She tightened them elastically around its solid thickness and again began moving her head in the lewd motion that sucking a cock thrillingly demanded.
"Oh shit… suck it, honey!" Don gasped, as she cupped the flaccid flesh of his cum-bloating balls gently with one hand and stroked the base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other. At the same time, she twirled her saliva-coated tongue spiritedly around the smooth, fiery head with every upward suck, letting the tip flick incitingly across its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex and imagined his head still raised to watch the lust-infusing sight her obscenely bobbing labors below made for him.
She sensed his throbbing reaction and began to suck his big cock harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting hard flesh, leaving small white trails beneath the surface of the skin. In uncontrollable masochistic hunger, she began taking more and more of it into her mouth toward her throat, sliding her hands beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins up tighter toward her face. Furiously, she swirled her tongue around and around the swelling head of his huge cock, until she knew it was near the bursting point, almost all of its thick length plunging deep into her throat!
It was then that she had tightened her thighs together, Barbara heatedly remembered, massaging their soft fullness against one another rhythmically to squeeze her flushed cunt lips between, and in turn, the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect clitoris. Almost immediately, great swirls of heat began to pressure in her seething loins and belly. She felt her swollen breasts dancing and swaying delightfully to her slaving motions. Beneath her, the muscles of Don's lean belly tautened like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the bed to push even further into the hot cavern of her wetly sucking mouth and throat. He began to groan incessantly, the signal for her that he was only seconds away. She set herself, fervidly straining her thighs and cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate moment of his climax, knowing that the first taste of his hot, sweet cum was all she needed to detonate the ecstasy!
Suddenly, he rasped: "Oh, sweet pussy! Fuck… fuck! Suck it cock-girl! Shove it down your throat…! Here… it's cuuummmiinngggg!"
Now, Barbara shuddered with a chill of passion as she remembered the way his throbbing cock had shot its thick, boiling load of sperm into her sucking mouth, the very first nectarous taste bursting the bubble inside her. Wildly, she'd sucked as he emptied his jism-filled balls, his hands tangled cruelly in her hair while she swallowed the white, hot gushes bloating her cheeks down into her raging belly…!
Ooohh, what a night that had been, and as thrilling a lover as Steve Smith might turn out to be, the roused, raven-haired wife knew that he could never out-perform her lusty husband.
God, she'd worked herself right up into a sizzling tizzy just remembering and anticipating. This would never do… not even mid-day and a case of the hots. She laughed to herself… as if there was something new about that. All the same, she had no intentions of playing lewd little finger-games with her pussy today. Besides, sometimes the pleasures of hot-pants were more tauntingly exciting than the satisfying of them. No, she'd just slip into a bikini and go out beside the pool for some sun. In fact, she'd remove her halter out there and get a good dose… their backyard was that secluded…
It didn't make Karen feel any better to know that Satyr was unhappy with his new curtailing rope, and she could readily see he was by the way he was walking around in circles with flattened ears, presenting a picture so unlike him. She'd watched off and on from the kitchen window, especially when at one point he'd barked loudly, then began to howl. Though she could understand how he must feel after being able to run fancy free, there was nothing else to be done. The thought of him being used sexually by her lustful female neighbors had filled her with a jealous nausea. She could almost scratch their eyes out!
"Anyway, darling," she whispered softly to herself as she watched him uneasily stalk around the yard, "Karen's going to make you happy in a little while… right after lunch, I think. She'll bring you inside and you can go into the bedroom and bath with her… watch her undress, then bathe… like last night. Yes… it's going to be just like last night for us, lover…!"
But there was no way that Satyr could know his new mistress' intentions, or that she'd been watching him and had now turned away from the window to prepare both of them some lunch. Instead, he knew only the hurting bitterness growing within his powerful body at his shocking imprisonment. No human had ever treated him this way before, and it was not only impossible for him to understand, but the more impossible because she, his golden-haired Karen, had done it!
Mild fury toward her rankled inside him, so much so that he ignored her and the plate of food she brought to set beside the tree for him. She came to where he had lain down and bent over him, petting his head.
"Come on, lover… aren't you hungry? Are you that put-out with Karen?"
Her sounds were soft and warm as always, but they didn't satisfy him as they had in the past. The rope stood between them, and the young, possessive housewife in her unnatural love, felt his displeased indignation. It would take a little time, she reasoned as she gazed lovingly down at him. Soon, he'd be used to it, as he would've been by now had she done this in the beginning.
"I'm sorry, darling, but Karen had to tie you. She couldn't have you making love to every woman in the neighborhood! You're her… my lover, you handsome angel… and very shortly you're coming inside to prove it. Just a little while longer, after I finish some things I have to do. Then, darling, you and I are… well… we are…!"
Satyr listened to the silky sounds he'd become attached to and which now confused him. Was she going to untie him, let him free again? He got to his feet and watched her, waiting, hoping… But she walked away toward the house, crooning something back at him, yet leaving him tied there even as he whimpered after her.
"You eat, darling, then Karen will bring you inside. Please eat now like a good baby…"
And then, she was gone again, with nothing left but the hateful rope between him and freedom! He turned on it with a vengeance, a deep growl angrily sounding in his throat, his powerful white teeth sinking into the woven strands of hemp to sever it bit by bit. Constantly, the brief while it took the infuriated animal to destroy his confining bond, throaty snarls poured from him… until at last it was done and with a single bounce he ran and leaped easily over the back gate to gallop along the alley.
Satyr chose a different direction for no particular reason, unmindful of the length of chewed rope which dangled from his collar and trailed along behind him. He followed the alley to the street, crossed it and entered into the mouth of a second. Free once more, the big German shepherd's wrath quickly left him and he trotted happily along with no particular destination in mind. It was the soft faint sound of music, beyond a wall that intrigued him and as effortlessly as he'd leaped over the gate of his own yard, he repeated the feat to investigate.
Satyr saw the dark-haired girl lying beside the water, close to the small radio, her nearly naked body showing whitely against the sun-colored towel stretched out beneath her. She lay on her belly, her cheek resting on a small pillow, her arms comfortable enfolded near her head. She was the girl who answered to the sound of Barbara, the big animal immediately recognized as he moved toward her. He whimpered and she raised her head.
"Well… I seem to have company," Barbara responded, looking and finally smiling at the handsome German shepherd. "And just how did you get in here, Satyr… if you didn't jump over the gate? I know it's locked because I just checked it…"
Again, Satyr whimpered, watching as she turned over to sit upright, her naked breasts, full and thrusting forward with their colorful crests pointing teasingly at him. She reached out, petting his head and continuing to smile.
The beautiful animal had found a soft place in Barbara's heart from the first day of his arrival, though she'd had little to do with him. It was the first time he'd wandered over to visit her, but she knew that Karen let him romp around the neighborhood, that, somewhat surprising her. There was always the chance that he might run off or be stolen, and after all, her blonde young neighbor was supposed to be looking after him for her aunt…
"Hello… what's this?" the onyx-eyed brunette questioned, noticing for the first time the length of rope dangling from his collar. "Hmmmm… looks as if someone did have you tied, darling, Karen, maybe… or has someone else been trying to keep you for their own…? Come closer and let Barbara untie it, then we'll go inside and call Karen…"
Satyr let her gently draw his head closer so that she could remove the terrible rope he had chewed… closer until the colorful hardened tips of her soft, white breasts were almost brushing against his nose, the sweet smelling essence of them filling his keen nostrils. Reflexively, he licked out with his smooth wet tongue!
The unexpected contact caused Barbara to jerk back with a start, her widening eyes bursting into a sparkle as she looked at him. "Why… why you old lecher…! Just what made you do that?" she half-whispered as she stared wonderingly at his almost grinning, handsome animal-face, the expression in his rounded, big brown eyes one which she was familiar with in the human male animal, but certainly never in a dog. They were twinkling… seductively twinkling! As if he were well aware of what he'd done and would like very much to do it again!
The temptation was too great for the voluptuous young neighbor woman to by-pass. She felt a tiny ripple of excitement in her belly as again she leaned forward to unknot the piece of rope, consciously thrusting her naked, full mounds slightly toward him. And again, he did it, his long length of hot, wet tongue grazing meaningfully over the sensitive, hardened nipple of her left breast! Nor did it stop after one or two laving swipes against the warm sensual flesh! Instead, Barbara gaped excitedly down to watch his long, thick tongue curl in a heated wetness over their smooth, fleshy resilience, moving from one to the other to affectionately lick their undersides as well as upward through the deep cleft between them! Again and again, her breathing beginning to hitch in her throat, Barbara watched the pink length of his long fluid tongue graze hotly over the erect, berry-like nipples of her nakedly swelling tits, the feverish sensations she had known earlier quickly rousing from their dormant state.
"Oooohhh… you loving devil you…!" the ardently astonished brunette whispered in a tremulous, throaty voice. She had finally fumbled the length of rope from his collar, and suddenly she braced her hands behind her and leaned back in that half-erect position, the very nature of it thrusting her up-tilted, full breasts even more invitingly forward in their white nakedness. She held her breath and waited, the now simmering little sensations racing through her tingling belly causing the moisture seeping from her now warmly flushing pussy-lips to dampen the wispy bikini crotch band between her thighs!
For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, disappointing Barbara, but only for a moment… then, he whimpered and moved forward to wedge her long legs willingly apart with his own legs, dropping his head and once more his hot tongue darted out to provocatively wash over her exposed, rising and falling breasts!
Wild emotions began to fill the raven-haired girl as she stared into his deep-brown, dancing eyes raised upward to focus on her face while his long, fervent tongue continued to lovingly lick her naked tits! He knew exactly what he was doing… and what it was doing to her! She could see it… read it there in his devilishly gleaming eyes! My God, she was beginning to see the inside… but… but, a dog…? Suddenly, his incessant, searing tongue began to work downward over the softly giving flesh of her belly, dipping into her navel and downward… until finally he was sniffing between her legs, as if he could smell the slowly awakening heat of her moistened pussy!
He whimpered while Barbara stared with incredulity, the lustful sensations his hotly probing nose was firing in her loins were nothing short of rank obscenity! And it was the latter as much as anything, the voluptuously sensual girl concluded, which could irresistibly drive her to submit to him…! And then, a mind-shattering realization dawned…!
Her next door neighbor, Karen Smith's, lover! No wonder she hadn't seen a man leave yesterday morning! There wasn't any man…! "I-It was you, wasn't it, darling!" Barbara hissed at the whining animal still sniffing at her aroused bikini-concealed vaginal split. "Of course! You came out of that washroom first, then Karen with that silly bone, her face blushing like a little girl who'd just been caught fingering herself!" The excited young neighbor woman sat upright, taking Satyr's head between her hands to raise and stare into his eyes. "What was she letting you do to her in that room, you handsome lover? Lick her pussy, maybe? Was that it, baby… do you like to lick women's pussies? Well… Barbara just happens to have a real hot one that needs tonguing something fierce… and if that's your secret trick, you and I are going to get on famously!"
With that, the curvaceous brunette was on her feet, wanton sensations charging incitingly through her. "Come on, Satyr darling… let's go into the house and find out if Barbara's hit the nail on the head… or something…!"
Satyr happily trotted along behind the beautiful young woman who had draped the towel around her shoulders, concealing her naked breasts, the piquant fragrance of her mating heat firing his trained instincts. He had not been in her house, nor ever smelled the rising aroma of female excitement from the hotly burning vaginal crevice between her legs before. It had been more potent than most, impulsively attracting him with its pleasureful promise, and he was eager to sample it again… but as always, he must wait until she bade him.
She led him into a room where there was the biggest bed he had ever seen. It was round with many pillows and she walked toward it. She turned then to look down at him, her dark eyes sparkly, a faint smile widening her pleasing face as she dropped the towel to expose her white, firmly rounded breasts once more.
"Now, we'll see what we shall see, darling!" she sounded softly. "Just what has young Mrs. Karen Smith been letting you do to her while her husband's at work, you handsome devil?"
Watching her, Satyr keenly detected the tiny shiver ripple upwards along her white flesh, causing the colorful pointed mounds of her breasts to quiver like soft jelly, then sway even more as she began to roll the thin bikini panties down over her smoothly rounded hips. He watched through unflinching eyes the darkened area of soft pubic curls and the puffy fleshed lips of her glistening little cunt mouth as it was revealed before him. She wiggled lightly and the thin, flimsy material slipped down her long, trim legs to the floor where she stepped out of it, then stood there with hands on hips, thighs pressed forward and slightly spread as she gazed excitedly down at him.
"What now, lamb?" Barbara throatily questioned, intensive charges of lurid sensuality hotly aglow inside her at the obscene act she lustfully hoped was going to take place. God, his animal-eyes, she felt certain, were reflecting as much anticipating desire as she knew hers must be! Was it possible? Once more, a series of feverish little chills swept over her as she stood there waiting… but he didn't move… merely stared hungrily at her, his beautiful ears standing erect, his tail slightly wagging! "Just how do we… we get this little party under way, precious… that is, if Barbara hasn't misjudged…"
Satyr's avid eyes never left her curved, white nakedness standing before him, his yearning growing rapidly, but his training holding him back. He had no way of knowing why they sometimes made him wait; his real mistress had never done that. And then, she was crawling onto the big, round bed to lie back, her eyes still fastened on him. Why didn't she call him…?
It occurred to Barbara that maybe the beautiful big animal was more aggressive to the reclining position, associating the way she had lain beside the pool when he'd approached her. But still, he didn't move… simply stood there staring at her through feverish, seductive eyes that were driving her wild with anticipation! Damn!
"Well come on, damnit! Come up here you handsome brute and do whatever it is you do… if you do anything at all!" the naked, raven-haired young neighbor woman feverishly commanded, patting the huge bed with her small hand.
And he did, with the most graceful, effortless leap Barbara could imagine, the expression in his loving eyes and on his handsome animal-face almost passionately human as he moved up over her from the side, then leaned down to again graze his long, thick tongue over her desire-swollen breast with a hot licking wetness…!
While finishing up the few minor household chores she'd set herself to complete, Karen intentionally allowed her mind to play a small, dreamy game of slowly building desire. She wanted to be as sensually excited as she had been last night, but without the benefit of liquor, and her fervid memories of the grand fucking her darling Satyr had given her was all she needed. She thought in lewd, four-letter terms, the lust-inciting words that Barbara could and did use so casually. Fuck and cunt and cock and jism constantly flashed in her mind as she mentally pictured the beautifully forbidden love-party they had shared. And it was going to be as heavenly when she brought him in very shortly, the moment she finished rinsing out the pairs of nylon panty-hose filling the sink.
Flashes of her husband, Steve's gentle face, interrupted her thoughts, but she wouldn't let him remain. What she and Satyr shared had nothing to do with her flustrating husband… nothing! She loved him and always would, but if he knew the truth he should be thankful that the magnificent German shepherd had come into her life! What might've happened with other strange men if he hadn't, Karen didn't want to even imagine…!
Finished with her last personal task, the roused curvaceous housewife scooped up the sheer garments with intentions of hanging them on the umbrella clothes-lines in the backyard, at the same time freeing Satyr and bringing him back inside. She smiled to herself, stirring enchantment whirl-pooling at the base of her belly and downward into her tingling loins at the thoughts of what it was going to be like. God, could she ever thank Aunt Janie enough for bringing her such erotic thrills? And just how was she going to make her Aunt Janie know that she had to have him…? Well, there was still time to work that out and she would, because she truly intended to keep him…
Karen stopped short outside the backdoor, her eyes widening, a strange sensation of astonished emptiness completely engulfing her! She scanned the yard in a glance, knowing that he was gone from the sickening sight of the rope's empty end lying unmoving on the lawn! She dropped the plastic pan of wash, and ran to pick up the rope's chewed end. Tears uncontrollably bubbled upward into her eyes, brimming there. For a moment, the shocked new wife couldn't think… and then, she began to!
He had run away! She never should've tied him! He was at one of her neighbor bitches, fucking her like an animal! Or maybe, he'd gone to the field! Had someone stolen him? No… the rope was chewed… angrily chewed! Oh God, she'd made a terrible mistake in tying him up! But… but it wasn't going to do any good just standing there bawling! She had to do something… but what? Call the police? Stupid, without even canvassing the neighborhood first to see if she could find him! Yes! That's what was to do! Scour the whole neighborhood… and if she found him with one of the bitches taking advantage of him, she'd call the police! She'd have her arrested! She would! She would…!