"What I want to know, along with everyone else here," said Peter Smith, "is when are you politicians going to do something about this problem."
There was a chorus of agreement from the assembled local citizens, most of them monied farmers who did not appreciate having their prosperous, complacent, quiet lives of ease disturbed by a loose cannon like a pack of murderous dogs. And nobody seemed to be thinking to ask what that young man was doing there, out on Smith's land near his cattle, in the first place. But then, when someone dies like that, was it appropriate to ask such a question?
"I don't like going out to round up my animals and finding three of them dead beside the body of a young man. It's not a pretty sight and does nothing for my day."
The crowd seated in the town hall applauded their approval. Several male fists shot up and several whistles cut the air.
"Now I heard that against Clete's advice, the council refused to put a bounty on that dog's head."
One of the councilors spoke up defensively. "Bounties cost money, and we've got a sheriff."
Clete Anderson, standing beside the long table at which the council members were seated, stepped forward and faced the man, Will Simpson, who had spoken last. "Excuse me, sir, but I'm the local constable here, not a hunter and tracker, not a dog catcher. My contract mentions nothing about chasing dangerous wild animals. My duties deal with human beings."
Simpson could make no reply.
Smith went on. "You could have done something about this problem months ago, after Nancy Pace was attacked, but you fobbed it off. If you asked me, I'd say it was your hands that had that boy's blood on them, Councilor Denning."
DesirЋe, sitting in the audience, cringed. They were blaming Mark for all this, for failing to do something positive after Nancy's rape. If they had hunted down Lobo then, he never would have been able to come to DesirЋe's room that night two months before and fucked her half-silly – no, more than half-silly. However, Lobo would then not have been able to rescue her from being raped by the three young men, she might have become pregnant by them and…
"So what all of us here are asking now is when you elected officials are going to do more than just bend your arms at your cocktail parties. I've lost livestock, and so have others here too."
"Me too," came another voice.
"And so have I," Ben Drake called out. "Six sheep, and a hen house cleaned out."
"My wife is scared shitless," said another man.
"All right, all right," Mark said, his palms raised to the gathering. "No need for foul language. We've heard all your complaints already, but I think before we start pledging tax money for bounties we ought to have a referendum on the expenditure. I mean, it's your five thousand dollars."
Clete cleared his throat. "I've got a feeling five thousand isn't going to arouse much interest."
"Let's make it higher," someone said.
"Ten thousand ought to sweeten the deal."
"Make it twenty grand just to make sure there's a few takers."
Clete stepped forward again, addressing the council as if on behalf of the constituency. "Twenty thousand is a good start, with maybe a ten-thousand-dollar bonus if the problem is taken care of within two weeks."
Many voices agreed.
"But that's a lot of your tax money," Mark protested. "It will take some deliberation and a vote before we can dedicate that much to it. We'd be remiss if…"
"Well, do you think you can get a move on before one of our wives or children is mauled to death?" Smith said sarcastically. "And I think the city corporation should make good our losses since the problem reared its head two months ago and nothing was done."
A resolution was passed and the councilors stayed behind to make arrangement. As DesirЋe rose, she saw Clete grinning in triumph, and then saw his gaze touch her. He smiled again and the blonde turned quickly away.
It hadn't happened, she thought. It was just a dream, a horrible nightmare, that remembrance of him humping her kneeling body in the presence of Priscilla Devereaux. Nothing at all untoward had happened since the wedding except that she missed Mark so much that she had strange, vivid dreams in his absence. That look in Clete's eye was just his usual, frustrated leer and nothing more. She had nothing to be ashamed of but an overactive imagination due to an underactive recent sex life.
Yes, that was it, she decided.
DesirЋe left the hall with the rest of the people, listening to their snide comments about Mark as they seemed to forget that she was his wife. Or perhaps it was because she was married to him that they said things about him so that she could hear. People were frightened and letting her hear their comments was a way of making sure the message reached Mark. She noticed the women's furtive and faintly hostile glances and she felt very uncomfortable as she walked to her car. She would wait for Mark at home, cook him dinner, and spend the evening amorously with him, giving him all the support that he needed. He had meant well in not initiating a bounty hunt two months previously. He had just not counted on the evil of which Liz's lost pet and his wild partners were capable.
Dinner by candlelight and the rest of the evening in bed, making up for the last three days' forced separation.
Mark came through the door and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope quivered inside DesirЋe; she knew that he'd emptied his mind of his problems and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him the meal, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to "check on things". Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Lobo, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began.
It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gaily helped her with the dishes while she beautifully sang an Italian aria a capella. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either.
After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night's frustrated dreams. She needed to make it all right, make love to Mark and remove the contamination of that before their wedding, of the lewd dreams she was subject to.
"Mmmmmm, what a handsome man you are, Mark Denning," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion."
Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, angel, along with the music and the liquor. I think I need something erotically stimulating."
Again, DesirЋe kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! She wanted to forget everything that she had done two months ago, that she dreamed had been done to her while he had been away in the capital. It was necessary that they intimately reach one another! It had to be tonight – it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time!
"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whispered into his face. "No inhibitions! Just love, Mark darling, love anyway you want it!"
His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind, but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.
Finally, he said: "Inhibitions? Anyway I want it? What do you mean, baby? Do either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it, and that was oral sex!
Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.
"No answers will you get from me, lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Dezzy after your shower, all over, darling, all over!"
Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droned into his head.
The phone rang and he answered it. It was one of the sentries the council had ordered to be placed around town for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Lobo-bastard, should he call Chief Anderson or him?
"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can! He's a killer!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts.
As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to fuck and come when they did it, to feel release after their separation. That simple, nothing more, and he just better do it for her as he had done for Priscilla this afternoon. At that thought, his conscience pricked.
"Come on, baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry, your kitten is waiting!"
She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, short see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamer film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone exciting him lustfully. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down.
"I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away," he answered, noting the bottle of champagne and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her.
"What was the phone call?"
"Nothing, nothing important."
"Good, come down here and make love to me," she purred softly.
Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable loveliness of her offered, naked body, suddenly wondering what it was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him! In his short time away he had forgotten how sexy and sensual she was becoming.
"Mmmm, you taste so nice, Mr. Denning. And you smell just gorgeous."
"Men shouldn't smell gorgeous, didn't you know?" he answered, kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous, men smell like animals."
"Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, darling," she whispered, abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into his mouth and immediately kindling his desire.
Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her soft, equally responding loins.
"I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.
"I know, because I love you!" she vehemently replied.
"Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their past love-talk.
"You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. "You mean, you're going to fuck me?"
Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did – did I hear right?" he half choked.
"That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"
"Christ almighty! Yes! Yes! I'm going to fuck you baby!"
"Oh God, I want you to, darling!"
"I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy, little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.
"Yes, oh yes, I want you too, fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"
Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know, or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, lovely girl! I love you, Christ, I do! My own little DesirЋe!"
"Mark, darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it, fuck, make love – fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Lobo than the presence of humans, especially the female with the long golden hair. This was her new place, where she had moved from the other place where he had first tasted her delights. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her.
He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft whispers of affection!
An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal and heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the sill, his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Lobo intuitively understood! They were mating in the human fashion!
Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of their moistly connecting genitals, the wet sucking sounds of her small, wet vagina, reaching his acute nostrils and ears and causing him to slowly bare his fangs!
Eagerly, DesirЋe had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love-making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire her young, handsome husband, and in so doing, goading her own desperate passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all stops, and had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had lewdly thrilled in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering them hotly into his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed against and beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet vagina upward at his long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking movements that bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such spurring stimulation, it was her own desire she intensively sought to whet to that crucial point of climax, and after this last week it had become just that: crucial!
Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of purging the memories of the forbidden pleasure she had known from the dynamic fucking of her secret, illicit lovers! She had to forget Hemmings, and Clete, and the wild pleasure she had unwillingly experienced with the beast Lobo, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, this very night!
She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt.
With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth white thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upturned vaginal slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock-head mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish contracting belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage carrying her that much higher toward exultation!
"Oh, darling, it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock, so big and hard, fucking my vagina." She was remembering her wild intention of sucking it with her mouth for him! Could she? God, if she could get at it right at that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a realization she didn't even want to think of!
"God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, angel, too much! You, you drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you?"
"Oh, oh God, darling, don't come, not yet, please?" DesirЋe anxiously pleaded, her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand to stop now, Mark darling! I've got to come now, got to!"
"Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum-bloated balls warning of their near explosion! He had been away from her loveliness for just too long!
And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, while DesirЋe craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound she had instantly recognized!
"Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, the young husband moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, DesirЋe. Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the silver dog tag that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his eye! God, the animal was huge! No common German Shepherd this, but some kind of super breed. It was like a small horse had entered the room. It was nearly as tall as a Great Dane, and much more muscular and heavy.
If he could get to his pistol in the kitchen, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room and open the hall door! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the Goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitching back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes from the vicious animal, but DesirЋe's lack of screaming, or going to pieces in any way at all, was more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he reasoned, taking the first small step!
The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, DesirЋe's heart had begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of terror filling her, and she understood the wild dog's attitude, as the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with another! Yes, that was what he would be thinking, and he would be furious. She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her brain frantically beginning to race! He had killed the rapist and drug peddler Johnny Canning, had torn him limb from limb. What if Mark should get in his way, or if she should somehow anger the savage beast.
"Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising up in the bed to stare at both of them, her vulnerably naked husband and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her that he could tear Mark to bloody pieces! "Mark, please! What?"
"Shhh, baby, don't panic," he managed, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to get my gun"
"Oh, be careful!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, Lobo leaped!
The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Lobo's great jaws moving toward his throat! The girl gave a quivering scream and cupped her hands to her breast. Stunned, Mark could not raise his arms to defend himself for several seconds, precious lost seconds that would have made it too late, had she not cried out!
"Lobo! Stop! Stop!" DesirЋe commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck and pull him off the prostrate and defenseless body of her beloved husband. "Stop it, oh, please stop! Stop, Lobo, now, please!"
Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride clinging tenaciously, almost fearlessly, to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly flashing his fangs in warning!
"Don't, Mark, don't make one move!" DesirЋe pleaded, stroking the great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again."
"J-Jesus Christ. I don't get this, DesirЋe!" he choked out, his eyes rounded with disbelief. "How do you know his name? How – why? What the hell is going on?"
"I-It's me, Mark. That's why he's come – and he's jealous!" DesirЋe blurted ashamedly, resigned now to telling Mark everything. "H-He was here once before, too! Over a month ago."
"He what?"
"Please, darling, listen to me, please!" she begged, her dazzling blue eyes dewing with emotion of some ancient memory, continuing to stroke Lobo's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story if you want, but last month he saved me from being gang-raped by three boys."
"From being what? How? Where?"
"Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he – Lobo – drove them off! I didn't want to tell you, because then – then, he made love to me!" She seemed to shrink before him, shivering at the recollection of the night long past and the disgusting thing that had been done to her, that she had engaged in.
Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, but quickly thought better of it when Lobo tensed and menacingly growled before him. "Am – am I losing my Goddamned mind entirely, DesirЋe? D-Did I hear you right?"
"Yes, Mark, darling, you heard me right," his naked young wife answered with a trembling voice, her throat contracting as she began to cry. "I hoped I would never have to tell you. But that's why he came back tonight. He wants to love me again!"
"Again? J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun!" the young politician swore. "We'll put an end to the bastard's rape and murder spree!"
"No, Mark! No!" she vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let him hurt you. I love you. I love you so much! And he would kill you, I know! I couldn't live without you."
"But DesirЋe!" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, DesirЋe, do you know what you're saying? You're not going to submit to a wild killer dog!"
"Submit? I suppose that's what you'll call it! I know – I guess – what needs to be done. He protected me that night, from three men who came to rape me, and he has come back for his reward!" she half-cried, hugging Lobo tightly, desperately, against the naked mound of one full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into a stark, pink hardness. "Only I can stop him from killing you, and I love you so much. I must, don't you see?"
Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw DesirЋe slowly get to her feet and walk trembling to the bed, her beautiful blue eyes in a near glassy state, her big, firm, round tits jiggling youthfully as she crawled onto the mattress and kneeled down on all-fours, tears brimming on her lower eyelids at the thought of what her beloved was going to have to witness, what she would have to do to save his life. Thinking of Johnny Canning torn apart in Smith's field, her brows knitted with apprehension. She looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly-hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she slowly, timidly, positioned herself with the loaf-like moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.
"Now I suppose you'll see for yourself, Mark – and I'll try not to be afraid! It won't be so bad, really," DesirЋe defended herself. "And please, don't try to stop him. If you do, I won't be able to help, darling. He has a mind of his own! You know what he can do to a man."
"H-Holy Christ!" Mark, astonished, swore, never in his life feeling so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling position, totally vulnerable and defenseless, and then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside the bed. It wasn't going to happen! Couldn't! It wasn't possible!
"Come, Lobo, up, if you must!" DesirЋe gasped, allowing a sob to escape her beautiful lips while timidly reaching behind to teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock, trying to entice him away from her naked and defenseless husband. "Only please don't hurt my Mark. I know I can't stop you, Lobo, so you can do it to DesirЋe, like you did before." She blinked and Mark saw tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, saw the trembling of her shoulders with her silent sobs.
Mark watched, open-mouthed as Lobo bounced up onto the bed and moved behind DesirЋe, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little dimple of her twitching, vermilion anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her wet, full-lipped cunt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. And then his young wife began to moan, both in pleasure at the sexual feelings rising in her and shame at her degradation before Mark, deep groans of emotion, bursting from her tender bosom, as again and again the brute repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the most tender pink parts until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, was forced to watch in helpless captivation.
Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very eyes, and she knowing that he was watching as she sacrificed herself sexually to the wild killer-dog! God almighty, what was she trying to do, prove that she was just a wanton bitch, gasping aloud now as Lobo drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily-pulsating cuntal crevice? Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the liquid inner flesh even wider to Lobo's licking! Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed and shyly began to coax him on!
"Yes, yesss, my sweet darling! Oh, Mark, forgive me. It feels good. So good. It does! That's it, Lobo. Mark, he's licking me with his hot tongue! Oh Mark, darling, I can't help myself! It feels so good – I love you. Please forgive me!" she groaned mindlessly. "Ooohhh, yes, Lobo baby! Mark, oh, Mark! I'm afraid, my darling! So afraid! But he'll kill us like he did that man, won't he?" she babbled on, nearly out of her mind with the fire exploding in her loins. And then the beast backed away and Mark could see his huge cock emerging from beneath him like a great, pinkish cucumber. DesirЋe saw it in the mirror and sobbed, "Oh, noooo! Now he'll want to climb up on me and love me from behind, darling! Poke his big thing into me! Oh, no, Lobo, wait! Please, just keeping licking me. That's enough for me. Nothing more!" she sobbed. "Pleeeease!"
But the dog wouldn't wait, wouldn't stop, for he knew that DesirЋe's vagina was wetly receptive, that he ruled here, and he had no intention of sparing the girl this time either. Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted her, his muscular short-furred body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the huge, shimmering, pink animal-cock slipping from its belly sheath. It dripped its own lubricant freely in a gooey, hanging string, its broad, blunt point jerking and dancing as Lobo hunched in close to the girl's widely-spread buttocks, smearing slug-like trails of pre-cum across the backs of her thighs as he endeavored to bury the broad, reddened tip and its thickening solidity in his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! Oh Christ! he groaned inwardly, his hand subconsciously clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused hardness!
With an restrained, sensual moan, DesirЋe wiggled the twin white ovals of her upthrust buttocks around in tiny circles, attempting to cool her feelings of desire, at the same time trying futilely to avoid the searching tip of Lobo's long probing cock as she felt it searching inexorably for her wet vagina. She felt Lobo's forelegs grip her hips with incredible strength to immobilize them and make his entry easier. It was happening – again! She hoped to God that Mark would forgive her what was being forced upon her, and more important, that he would understand the way she knew she might ultimately respond! God, now she knew that, whether she really wanted it or not, she would have her animal-lover's long, thick penis fucking up inside her to finish the task her husband had so lovingly begun! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she peered under her hanging tits and the plump, hairy pouch of her pussy-lips, down between her legs, feeling the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-cock searching for its target, hearing Lobo whimper in a deep throated growl. She tried not to cry out in despair when she felt the throbbing cock's tip moving toward her wetly-quivering vaginal mouth, sliding across the defensively clenched opening, then finding a purchase in that hotly-flowering red gash. Paralyzed with fear, and groaning at the emotions bursting within her, she held her breath!
And Mark could see it all, every detail of her soaking, crimson slit between the fat, parted, fur-covered labia, bubbling with her girlish lubricant. The dog's cock was massive! Not as long as a horse's, but nearly as thick, and blunt-ended like a man's, though much, much larger than his own. How could a dog have such a giant cock? He must be some kind of freak!
While the strangely aroused husband watched from just two feet away, seeing every detail of the penetration, Lobo humped upward from behind, spreading her fat labia, pubic curls, and dilated vaginal channel wide as with a single powerful lurch, he buried his long, thick, pleasure-bringing cock half-way up into the seething pink hole between her legs!
"Oooohhh, ohhhh!" DesirЋe gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd, Mark darling! It's happening… again. He's doing it to me." Her cheeks burned scarlet as she saw his eyes on her raw, wet, cock-opened vagina. "Darling, darling! Please don't watch!"
But Mark did watch in a building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still grasping his own suddenly-throbbing cock. He saw it all as the tight, red rim of her slippery hole, unable to resist the force, opened into a large, tight O around the sticky dog penis. The painful meaning of the incredibly obscene spectacle had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband Mark Denning, that Lobo was conquering here as well, not just DesirЋe, and as he gaped at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock squeezing wetly into her, stuffing her delicate vagina full of forbidden meat, he realized that the purpose had been accomplished. Christ, what kind of a man was he, anyway? Powerless to save his beautiful young wife from this experience! She was doing it to protect him, he knew. But he'd make it up to her. Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance again! His own heavy cock had begun to throb achingly at the sight of the great dog's, Lobo's, penis sinking slowly into his innocent, angelic DesirЋe's nibbling moist pussy-hole to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the saturated blonde pubic curls of her soft, naked loins!
"Oh Lobo, oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh, ooohhh, Mark darling, can you see what he's doing to me? Oh, it feels strange, so strange. Do you see it?"
"Y-Yes, baby, I do! Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainedly stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh.
"Oh Mark!" DesirЋe gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis.
Slowly, Mark got to his knees, a jolt of fiery sensations charging through him. Was it possible that he was beginning to enjoy DesirЋe's dog-fucking? Hell yes, anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed! Hesitantly, he moved to a more comfortable watching position, his eyes ever flexed on Lobo watching him, staring incessantly as he open-mouthedly began fucking away with his glistening, giant purple prick while DesirЋe hesitantly began to move backward, rhythmically meeting his powerful long strokes into her openly absorbing vagina!
DesirЋe breathed a moan of new, maddening excitement when she realized that Mark was still watching everything! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at the same time feeling Lobo's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to her soft hips. She hesitantly, and then gradually more eagerly, undulated her feverish buttocks, finally giving herself fully to the beautiful fucking her Lobo was pounding into her from behind!
And then, Mark was kneeling beside her, jacking his hardened thick cock while peering up close to her loving cunt clasped around the dog's penis! She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it as the dog pounded deeper and deeper into her wet vagina. She heard Mark's husky groan as his eyes locked on the pinkly-gripping rim of her pussy, clinging to the shaft on the outstroke, almost an inch of scarlet inner flesh appearing, then folding back inside as the dog drove savagely into her.
There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Lobo toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden-haired female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so to this man had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so to please her. There was, Lobo instinctively knew, an affectionate bond that linked them, and though he jealously resented it, he would accept it for her sake.
Now, as he eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of his golden mate's hips and rapidly thrust the claiming hardness of his animal cock deep up into the depths of her heated female core, he watched with keenly alert eyes the approach of the unclothed male onto the sleeping place. His human phallus extended before him, he slowly moved to Lobo's flank to watch the amazing, bestial action. Something from ages past then clicked in his memory bank, and he instinctively knew that the golden girl was surrendering avidly to his hammering, thrusting maleness. His powerful loins trembled at the sight, but no longer in jealousy, aware that this was what she wanted, the proximity of this other male, and intuitively, he charged deeper and deeper into her, his huge hardness painfully throbbing in the silky, tight, pleasure-giving grip of her drooling vagina!
A maddening joy filled DesirЋe as Lobo furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she gaped at her Mark's long, hard cock jerking hotly in his clutching hand. Mark was further incited by the electrifying sight of her beautiful, innocent, young face distorted with rapture as she continued to fuck back at Lobo with her luscious buttocks, with unquestionable desire. Oh Christ, had this huge, panting, fucking brute-dog glaring at him actually done this to her? Her whole curvaceous, satin-fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the powerful jolts of Lobo's plunging cock hammering rapidly into her from behind, driving her frantically on!
Oh, ooohh heaven! DesirЋe wildly thought. In lust-filled joy, she ground her wide-spread young buttocks back hard against her Lobo's furry, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the smooth crevice between them, his belly fur tickling her twitching, moist anus. She sensed tiny streams of her pussy juice dribbling down the backs of her smooth inner-thighs, while the mounting pressure in her inflamed loins waited for the climactic moment approaching!
For one brief moment, Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of drugged coma imagining it all, but no, he was wide awake, and it was all happening! There wasn't any doubt about it, none whatever, with the lusty aroma of the girl's sucking vagina, the wet sounds of intercourse, the slap of the dog's belly between her wide-spread asscheeks, her grunts, whimpers, and moans of ecstasy, the ferocious animal-face savagely watching him, its tongue hanging loosely from his mouth to let drops of saliva drop onto the smooth hollow of DesirЋe's naked, sweat-sheened back! The dogtag, its engraving of his name, Lobo, intermittently becoming visible as it twisted and jerked beneath his throat from his vicious body-thrusts, was undeniably further proof! But no longer were the powerful dog's fangs bared at him, and there seemed to be a mellowness in his glowing eyes as he watched Mark. The dog was pacified by the overpowering sensations his cock was feeling as it fucked in and out of DesirЋe's tight, silky, wet cunt.
Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it all with the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his balls! The huge animal's violent fucking cock pounding into his wife's luscious pink cunt was driving her like a mare in heat mounted by some stud horse! So long and hard, it was reaching her deep into her belly, to her cervix, to her very womb!
Damn, she was like an animal herself with her lips parted passionately as she gulped for a breath of air! Great swirls of heat were massing in the secret depths of her eyes as he watched her passion-infused face! He sensed the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward, jacking his throbbing cock harder and harder as the head began to turn purple! He gaped at the pink ridges pulling wetly out from her vagina with sensual slurping sounds, clinging voraciously to the penis as Lobo pumped into her and she undulated her hips back at the dog in a wild uncontrolled frenzy!
Oh shit! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's throat! "Oh Christ, DesirЋe baby, you look so wild. I-I'm cuummiinnnggg!"
DesirЋe heard his cry at the very moment it burst, his jerking cock gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of his pungent cum! It spattered messily on her flexing thigh as Lobo humped her faster and faster! She sensed her belly fluttering and contracting as she humped back with greedy, pleasure-taking fucks, wetly sheathing the cock in her cunt again and again. It went on for a long time and Mark marveled that the dog had the staying power to go on for so long, now over twenty minutes, using the young woman's innocent vagina for his pleasure.
The ecstasy of it was even greater than DesirЋe had imagined, and her own climax, after nearly a half-hour of steady fucking, was triggered! She thrust her naked grinding asscheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock raging into her wildly flaming cunt! Every muscle of her body contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming rapture exploding deep down in her screaming loins and belly! Her insanely-jerking young buttocks flexed into white hardness and she gurgled out a whimpering wail as her quaking body exploded in the moment she had been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion, only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm! Again and again, she was struck by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her pleasure-filled young cunt, and then suddenly Lobo yelped happily and began to hump in and out faster, spewing his hot load of wild animal sperm – six or seven times as much as any man – deep up into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly, filling her vagina, spattering against her tender cervix, and flooding her pure, white womb!
Mark watched the dog's great cock begin to throb and knew that it was happening!
"Oh, no, my darling!" DesirЋe groaned. "Oh, it's filling me! Filling me!" She began a series of guttural grunts as she felt the giant shaft emptying the hot, white cream into her tender, sucking vagina. Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming and slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his magnificently squirting cock! Mark fell to the side, watching the huge animal cock in her cunt, saw the white load of sperm explode from her tightly-locked pussy lips, to run in thick viscous trails down her thighs to pool in the hollows behind her knees. His eyes saw it all, how the beast fertilized his beautiful, young, innocent bride with his nasty, evil semen.
After the knot-like swelling in Lobo's cock had gone and he could draw it out of DesirЋe's vagina without injuring her, the dog licked gently at the swampy crotch of the near-comatose girl, then turned and bounded out the window. They didn't talk, DesirЋe and Mark, only lay cuddled together in the silent darkness of the night. In passing minutes, Mark knew that she had fallen into an exhausted sleep and he nestled her closer to him. Tomorrow, perhaps, they would talk about it, but, maybe, they would never speak of it!
Mark had seen him go, leaping easily back through the open window without so much as a backward glance, but DesirЋe hadn't wanted to look, as if she couldn't face the thought of his leaving. In moments, they had heard his howling cry pierce the night, and then DesirЋe had shuddered and moved tightly into Mark's arms.
But, whatever that fierce brute-animal had done to excite the two of them to erotic excess, Mark still knew his duty! He had to see the killer animal and his pack destroyed! He had no choice but to see that any enemy of society was eliminated – and the ferocious, animal rapist Lobo was that! If necessary, he would see the bounty raised again. It was a long time before Mark Denning could sleep that night.
Much, much later, just before the sunlight crept over the horizon to flood the room with its morning light, DesirЋe heard the sound of the mail slot opening and closing, and something falling through onto the floor of the entrance hall. Quietly, so as not to disturb her sleeping darling, DesirЋe got up stark naked and tiptoed to the front room. She found there a brown envelope with her name on it. The object had an ominous feel to it and she opened it with a slight trembling of her fingers.
It was a video tape, unmarked, with a brief typewritten note:
This is a copy of a video tape I have in my possession. I hope you enjoy it.
It was unsigned, but if she was uncertain as to who the sender was, that uncertainty left when she placed the cartridge in the machine and saw what it contained, knew that her nightmares had been only too real.
Too, too real!