Slowly, as she reached for her release, an unwelcomed sound penetrated the lustfully stimulated young wife's brain: a knocking at the back door… persistent… but… not demanding… yet! For a long moment, the rapturously captivated Vicki did not move, couldn't move in the throes of her forbidden enchantment. But the knocking continued… Oh God, just a minute more and I would have come! she thought wildly.
Damn! she cursed under her breath, then quickly grasped her robe as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations still electrifying her loins. Who the devil could it be?
"Vicki…? Oh, Vickiiiii…?" a throaty female voice called.
There's no mistaking that voice; it was the landlady's, Vicki thought dejectedly as she slipped into the robe, hurriedly buttoned it and then gave her hair several quick pats.
"Oh, there you are, honey," the voice gushed as Vicki approached the windowed kitchen door with a forced calm that belied the inner turmoil she felt.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you?" the older woman continued. Then, not waiting to be invited in, she opened the door, paused to let her big Doberman pinscher enter first and then boldly stepped in herself.
"No, that's all right. I was just getting ready to bathe," Vicki lied.
"Gee, honey, I'm sorry," the woman said in a tone that clearly indicated she really wasn't. "I just had to come over as soon as I found out," she continued breathlessly as her eyes traveled up, and then down, her tenant's scantily clad body. "With Harold being gone, I just knew you wouldn't mind, and if I've told him once, I've told him a hundred times that you and Kirk are the best tenants we've ever had, always so thoughtful and considerate, and…"
"Mrs. Hatton!" Vicki interjected firmly.
"Yes, my dear?"
"What is it you know I wouldn't mind?" Vicki asked with a trace of impatience that went unnoticed in the older woman.
"Wouldn't mind? Wouldn't mind? Oh, yes," she said, her thought process finally overtaking her runaway tongue. "I knew you wouldn't mind taking care of Fello," she continued to gush excitedly, then smiled broadly at her own cleverness at remembering. "He's such a doll…" She smiled again. "Really no trouble at all…" She glanced warmly at the big friendly dog shaking profuse amounts of rain water on the recently polished floor. "… and I really must leave tonight…" Her dark eyes darted upwards again, searching the young woman's for some sign of acceptance. "… and it's the only flight 'til two tomorrow afternoon…" Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then returned to Vicki's. "… and Bill doesn't think Effie will last more than a couple of days," she concluded somewhat breathlessly.
Vicki remained motionless for a long moment digesting the flow of words which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes shifted from her raincoat clad and dripping landlady to the dog who was still busily shaking water all over her clean kitchen floor. Finally, she lifted her glance again, studied those of the expectant woman, and said: "You want me to take care of Fello for you while you visit your sister who is ill, is that it?"
"Oh, I knew you'd understand, dear," the older woman enthused. "If I've told Harold once, I've…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"How long are you planning on being away?"
"Oh! I really wouldn't know." The landlady's eyebrows arched upwards and frown lines wrinkled her forehead beneath a mop of rain-matted dark hair. After a moment her expression changed, registering satisfaction, and as she ticked each item off with the forefinger of her right hand touching in turn each of the upraised fingers of her left, she said: "Let's see, one day to get there, two or three days 'til the funeral, a day or two to…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"Why don't you call me from your sister's after you have appraised the situation," Vicki said, stepping forward to place a gentling hand on the other woman and begin guiding her toward the door, "and let me know then. In the meantime you can write me a list of the things I need to know… the phone number where you'll be, instructions for the care and feeding of Fello and anything else you think is important. Meanwhile, Fello can stay here with me and when your ready to leave you can drop the list off. Okay?"
"Oh, I just knew you'd understand, dear," Mrs. Hatton said happily as she stodgily allowed Vicki to guide her to the door. "If I've told Harold once…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"You hurry on over to the house, and pack and write me that list. And don't worry about a thing."
"Oh, you're so sweet. I knew you…"
"And don't worry about Fello," Vicki interjected as she opened the door.
Mrs. Hatton's eyes flicked to the huge animal who was now sniffing at the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. "Now you be a good dog, Fello," she gushed sweetly. "You mind Vicki."
Fello looked up momentarily, then resumed sniffing.
Vicki gave her landlady a convincing smile.
Mrs. Hatton's eyes suddenly began to twinkle mischievously as she backed through the doorway. She said: "Thank you, dear. I'm sure Fello will be as much of a companion to you as he is to me. You know, what with Harold being away so much of the time and…"
"Mrs. Hatton!"
"… Yes, dear?"
"Good-bye!"
"Good-bye, dear."
For several moments Vicki watched the retreating figure of her landlady, then a soft whine from the big Doberman pincher behind her interrupted her thoughts. She turned, frowned momentarily, then smiled down at the handsome animal as he ambled toward her.
"What is it, Fello, baby?" she cooed softly. "Are you hungry, baby?" she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's head.
The pleasing sound of the young woman's soft, crooning voice together with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand filled Fello with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head and began licking her hand to impart his growing attachment to her.
"Supposing we look in the fridge to see what we can find for you to eat, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big steak bone there."
The intelligent animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were saying, Vicki thought, as she embraced him against her leg and continued stroking his head.
Fello whimpered softly, partially in awareness to her melodious voice bestowing kindness and love, but even more because he had sensed in his closeness against her, a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his sleek, muscular body – the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated by his female owner to recognize…
Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Vicki opened the refrigerator and bent down to retrieve the steak bone from its place on a lower shelf.
Behind the bent figure, Fello's head abruptly nudged forward in underneath the hem of the loose housecoat.
Vicki was frozen into immobility at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Fello's nose high on the softness of her inner thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which still smoldered inside her loins. Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing that the big dog's head was wedged up under her short robe from behind, animalishly sniffing. And then, the hot unmistakable lap of his long slippery tongue snaked up against her still moistened vaginal lips!
Good God! He's sensed my erotic state!
It had to be that! His searing tongue felt like a firebrand caressing the swollen lips of her still feverishly throbbing pussy! Again, he licked, and she hung there in her stooped-over position as he drew the long wet length of his tongue undeniably between her partially spread vaginal lips, licking along the entire hair-lined furrow.
Slowly, Vicki raised up… straightening. She held the bone in her hand as she turned to gaze down in bewilderment at the handsome animal who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears erect, mouth open, and bobbed tail wagging.
Then he growled, softly.
"Wh-What has Mrs. Hatton been teaching you, Fello, baby?" Vicki asked incredulously.
The massive Doberman pinscher uttered another muted growl, and the sensually intoxicated young wife wasn't sure why… whether for the bone she held, or because he sensed the rekindled passion up between her trembling thighs!
Good God! I've got to get hold of myself! she thought as she held the bone out to the attentive dog who accepted it willingly. "Now you be a good dog," she said aloud. Then, without warning, a shiver of lewd excitement coursed the length of her body, and for a moment she shook uncontrollably. When it had passed, she turned and made her way shakily to the bedroom.
Once there, she flung herself across the rumpled bed and began to sob. Her mind was a quagmire of troubled thoughts; her body had betrayed her. Not once, but twice! What was happening to her? Why had she relented to her own pleasure giving fingers? Why did Kirk have to be away when she needed him so desperately? Why, why, why?
Finally, the crying subsided and the confused young wife rolled over, fluffed up a pillow and then stretched full length on the bed, her head pounding with the ache of emotional turmoil. She had always been a logical thinker, but this sudden attack on her emotional stability had left her frightened and confused. And in this state she refused to accept the difficulty of examining her plight through cold, painful logic. Instead, she surrendered mind and body to the refreshing comfort of escapism, to the warm enveloping arms of deep, painless sleep.
And yet, although the agony of reality was, for the moment, effaced from memory, her body, even in sleep, remained tense with desire.
Although sleep – deep, mind-rejuvenating sleep – came, with it rode that swirling vortex of uninhibited thought known as subconscious. And there, in the fragments of an instantaneous, unvoiced thought, in the hazy mirage of dream, Vicki's mind began playing tricks on her: giant, transparent fingers fluttered incessantly like perpetually waving whiffs of graceful, beckoning sea grass; an endless pack of howling wolves chased a young, naked child across miles of searing, barren plain; the child tripped and suddenly the lead wolf, snarling and wild-eyed, was upon her…
… Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Vicki's abdomen as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. Her sleep-drugged brain functioned slowly in its effort to restore normalcy. W-Where was she…? It was dark… yet through the open window across the room she could see a half-moon and… and stars… wh-what had happened…?
Thunder filled the darkness of the room as simultaneously, further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her loins and belly. Vicki raised her hands to her throat in instinctive fear, then lifted herself to her elbows to see what had awakened her. Then, by the flash of revealing lightning, she saw that she was naked… wholly and shamefully naked… saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart… and… and Fello, her landlady's massive Doberman pinscher was standing between her thighs, his tongue laxly out and his great head lowered just above… above her naked vagina!
Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the core of her desire-stimulated body. The warm wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue spread open the sparse, hair-lined lips of her young cuntal crevice as the dog began laving her sensitive inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion bursting over her! My God! He… he was licking her down there between her open thighs, again!
The unbelievably lewd sight of what was happening, combined with the realization that Fello was once again licking at her nakedly defenseless pussy, was about to drive the dark-haired young wife hysterical.
She gaped at him through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her nakedness as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her exposed vaginal lips. A tremor of incredulous sensations caused her to convulse and she found her hips rising of their own accord.
Oh God, he-he was almost human… that expression in his unrelenting eyes… and what he was doing to her nakedly betraying loins!
Oooohh… what he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous feelings in her belly, and her wildly excited little pussy felt as if there were a hot billowing fire glowing inside it! Even… even her breasts tingled in lewd excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples… But… but this was insane!
It had to be stopped!
Feebly, Vicki cried out, then attempted to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away. Fello waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the curvaceously naked young wife in icy-veined terror. She had heard of cases where Doberman pinschers had tumed on their owners after years of docility. Was this the case?
From that point, the huge dog never teemed to hesitate, but moved as if his intentions had been pre-determined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully curved hips, his tongue hanging loosely from his open mouth!
Vicki dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed in fright beneath her chest as the big animal's hind legs came in closer to her defenselessly upraised buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the coolness of the metal license tag that hung from his collar grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her naked back! He… he was going… going to do it to her… as if she were nothing more than a… a whining bitch dog!
"N-no… no, please…!" Vicki heard herself whimper as something long, wet, and pointed probed back between her nakedly raised ass-cheeks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! My God, he was going to do it to her… He was!
At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when she sensed the tapered tip of his hardened animal-penis prodding at the hair-lined opening of her moistly pulsating vagina. Dear God, no… no! She desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread her soft hair-fringed pussy lips and forced its way up into her saliva-slackened little vaginal passage with a slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding vaginal walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!
Vicki gasped for breath as the huge length of animal penis stretched and then began slowly sliding up inside her young cuntal channel – going in deeper and deeper until finally its pointed end smacked against her sensitive cervix. Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp, while the great beast who was mounting her from behind snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to animalistically hump and fuck up into her!
The young wife's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations! Her head vibrated with the erotically pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthfully naked body that was bent in submission before the massive dog quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her vaginal-passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed-off limb of a young tree; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!
Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried to shake free from the long, piercing thickness filling her tight young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Fello's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her waist and hips! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her wetly clasping cunt, spreading the passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long hot cock up between her trembling thighs! Oh God, she thought, oh God! I can't let this feet so good… I can't. And then feeling her savage arousal building, she moaned and rifted her impaled ass-cheeks higher.
The panting Fello's sexually-stimulated intellect made the mighty dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the final resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, and a new hunger raced through his body. He watched the upper portion of her smooth female back drop until her face and naked breasts were flattened down against the bed, the rounded mounds of her soft white buttocks raised submissively to his assault.
Then, through his unfathomably keen senses he felt his long, lust-hardened penis slithering forward with easier strokes as her vaginal lubricants began paving the way for his deeper penetration. Soon his cock was entirely buried in the moist clutching heat of her female passage, while his swollen, sperm-laden testicles were swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling pussy hair. Mercilessly, then, he bucked and plunged into the warmly yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening in a universal hunger back up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his long scarlet rod of animal flesh!
Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity the suddenly-gone-berserk dog was committing on her helpless body, Vicki could not ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal cock had set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting so unexpectedly into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, and only the thrilling presence of the brute's long thick cock fucking rhythmically in and out of her hotly quivering vagina registered in her mind. As Fello relentlessly continued to piston up into the liquid, wide-stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, sensations equaling those which his hot laving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly returned, more intense than ever! Oh God, if she were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God… let it be…!
Now, as unthinkable as it was, the shamelessly aroused young wife had begun to feel the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing against her nakedly exposed buttocks, and she pressed her tingling breasts harder into the bedspread, scraping her sensitive little nipples against the satin material.
Her passion confused brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a human, being attacked and actually raped by a dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own kind! And yet…
Never in her life had she felt so… so lust-filled… or even known the lewd, wonderfully obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked… fucked… fucked until she was almost dead from the joy of it!
"Oooohh… ooohhh… yes, yes… do it! F-fuck me, fuck me harder, like that!" Vicki hissed with trembling lips, twisting her young face to gape back and up at the panting beast whose long wet cock was sawing in and out of her eagerly pulsating vagina. She was helplessly impaled on his huge animal-penis and reveling in a newly discovered joy of its unnatural possession of her desire-awakened young vagina.
A sensual moan of passion escaped her lust-contorted lips as she began to move wantonly backwards, rhythmically gyrating her ass-cheeks to meet Fello's cunt-skewering thrusts. The dog's forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms as she began to fuck back at him, using the penis-gripping undulations of the female whore down through the ages.
Though Vicki could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, her intuition said that she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the vicious animal fucking up into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, evaporated the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only a youthful, all-consuming lust filled her now as she rotated her nakedly rounded buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beast's long wet cock. Instinctively, she realized that she had given herself fully to the erotic wonder of the obscene animal fucking she was receiving from this whining Doberman pinscher.
Fello knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of the kneeling female's vagina against his thrusting length of hardened maleness. The animal had no way of knowing that the lower, more base instincts of the human's body had taken control at the precise moment her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. She was relying on an instinctive knowledge – of male and female – older than either species. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he fucked more eagerly up between her nakedly quivering buttocks.
Vicki wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her wildly excited pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch… but she'd never even imagined such erotic bliss existed! Just to see his beautiful penis… see it fucking in and out up inside her wetly throbbing cunt lips! She visualized the lewd spectacle, the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sending an alien excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all-consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal-flesh as she felt the tiny rivulets of moisture flowing down the crevice between her rotating ass-cheeks. Then, as the naked young wife felt the hot streams of liquid excitement beginning to dribble down her inner thighs, she groaned loudly for the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that she was about to cum.
Fello rapidly fucked in and out of the slavishly kneeling woman, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the dark open cellar of her femininity, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human rape of her helpless young body. His powerful, hardened penis was ripping into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever. Between each thrust, he felt her tight vaginal passage swallowing his solid penile length, holding it fast in the hot, hungry clutch of her eagerly working cuntal muscles. Her smooth white body tensed and relaxed again and again beneath him as she began an incessant moan. His great organ grew and hardened even more when he felt the soft fleshy ridges inside her hotly contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.
Again, she lewdly twisted her head to look back at him, and the Doberman pinscher witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the scream was half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her raven hair flailing like a billowing black cloud of ember about her naked shoulders. She had reached the beginning of a female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded white buttocks back against him like all rutting bitches. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy buttock flattening humps up between her furiously undulating mounds of female-flesh. Once more, she moaned, this time, her cry piercing the lonely darkness while she rammed deliriously back onto his huge thrusting hardness as he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her hungrily clasping cuntal passage!
The big dog felt her buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against him. He felt the thick heated combination of their orgasmic release seeping wetly out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her vaginal opening squeezed and pulled at his ejaculating penis.
The dark-haired female fell forward then, away from him, tier legs still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked black hair of her ravished young loins as silo panted in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and howled victoriously.
For long moments the satiated young wife lay sprawled face-down on her own bed, breathing spasmodically as the ebb of her cumming washed over her.
But, before long, the euphoria dissipated, and the full realization of what had just happened filled her mind with self-loathing and abject shame. Oh God, what had come over her? Was she… no better than those night creatures you were always reading about in the newspapers? What, all of a sudden, had caused her to submit to gratification in this evil manner? Wasn't the love-making of her husband, Kirk, enough to satisfy her need any longer? Had some alchemy suddenly transformed her into a… well, some kind of nymphomaniac who wasn't able to control her desires?
All of these questions had no immediate answers for the bewildered young wife, and she moaned piteously in degradation on her lovely bed. Her stomach was queasy now, a result of humiliation, and she felt debilitated as hot tears began to flow from her eyes. After a few moments she sprang off the bed and ran nakedly into the bathroom, refusing to look at the now docile figure of Fello curled comfortably at the foot of the bed.
What had come over him? He looked so natural, so harmless lying there. Where had he learned such… such degrading practices! Had Mrs. Hatton trained him for just that purpose? These, and a thousand other questions burned in the young wife's brain, as the shame of the lewd act she had performed washed over her. Abruptly, she resolved to banish the entire thing from her mind. Forever! She would never mention it! She would forbid herself to think of it, to remember it. It was sick! She was sick! She must seek help! And Kirk must never know. Never! And to these ends the young wife applied herself.
She spent the better part of an hour under a hot shower spray in a vain attempt to cleanse her body of imaginary impurities which seemed to coat her skin like some malignant fungus.
And when Kirk Young arrived home, he found a very strange wife indeed; a wife who was one minute loving and considerate, and the next preoccupied and withdrawn. And he later encountered Fello and a knowingly smirking Mrs. Hatton, and heard the explanation for the former's presence and the latter's departure.
And finally, he experienced a growing apprehension about their appearance that evening at the Kaye's party…