For Sylvia too it was a special occasion. Many times before in her lust-studded career, the wanton young beauty had engaged in what she considered the ultimate obscenities, but the very depravity of what she was doing now – actively pumping a dog's cock while the dog licked below into her cunt filled the panting staring woman with wicked feelings of sheer carnal abandon. Her eyes fastened on the thick beveled organ trapped so tightly between her working fingers as she rhythmically pulled and jerked, sliding the moist scarlet skin back and forth over the hot rigid core beneath, wanting to be able to see that hot animal sperm gushing forth.
What would it be like? she wondered. How much of it was there? From the quantity of it that had gushed, from her own cunt when Hans had cum in her before, she thought there would be plenty. These salacious questions burned in the young woman's lust-crazed brain as she pumped madly on that huge fleshy animal shaft. And when it finally happened, when Hans finally came, she wanted to cum too – wanted to join her animal lover in one long wet orgasmic upheaval, both of them writhing together in unholy ecstasy.
CHAPTER SIX
Angela Sims stepped out of her bath like Aphrodite rising from the waves, a vision of beauty, the water dripping from her flawlessly curved body, her long blonde hair tied up in a slightly damp shining blob of gold behind her head. Humming to herself, the young wife stood on the bath mat, slowly drying herself with a large fleecy towel, marveling how such a simple act could have so much hidden sensuality in it.
Ever since the young housewife had determined to do something about her deprived sex life, the whole world had seemed different. She shivered a little as the towel brushed lightly over her high-swelling breasts, automatically bringing the sensitive little nipples half-way erect. Yes, ever since Hans had taught her just how strongly her body could react to touch and feel, the happy young blonde had never ceased to marvel at the endless possibilities for sensual pleasure.
Sliding the towel slowly down over her sleek flat belly, Angela savored for a moment the final delight of her bath, hesitating before finally dropping the towel to her loins to tease lightly at her golden pubic hair, rubbing the water away, yet at the same time doing far more. Already she could sense the sensual moisture building up inside her cunt, not only from the gentle pressure of the towel against her nerve-filled inner softness but also from the knowledge that within a few minutes Hans' lust-quelling tongue would once again be slipping deep up into her quivering wetness.
The very thought of the lewd scene she was anticipating with her huge pet began to spark mad little flecks of unbalanced passion in the young woman's mind, so she hurried her final moments in the bathroom, suddenly anxious to begin the afternoon's shameful debauchery. Putting on her dressing gown over her milk-white nakedness and carelessly tying the belt in front, Angela walked quickly through the house, heading for the back door. Opening the door, the lovely young blonde called out, "Hans! Come on in, boy. It's time." She remained by the door, holding it open for several seconds, expecting the dog's usual eager entry, but nothing happened. This time the young woman put her head a little ways out the door, holding the dressing gown together over her voluptuously swelling breasts and called again, "Hans! Hans, come here!" Nothing.
Perplexed by now, Angela decided she'd better go outside and see what was wrong. Just the other day the big dog had been madly engaged in digging for a gopher, and his mistress was hardly able to coax him from his exciting task. But to the young wife's surprise, she didn't see Hans anywhere. Walking through the yard, Angela looked behind everything that could possibly conceal a large German shepherd, but he had obviously disappeared. That's when she saw it.
The gate was slightly open!
Walking quickly to the gate, forgetting for a moment to keep a tight hold on the top of her dressing gown so that it gaped open, exposing all of one breast down to the nipple, Angela stared in perplexed horror at the open lock. The surprise quickly turned to anger. Only a human could have opened the gate, she knew, it just wasn't possible for a dog to do it with his teeth!
Her dog had been kidnapped!
One hand flying to her mouth in the classic attitude of shock, the young woman stepped through the open gate, giving one last pleading cry, "Hans! Hans, baby, come here." But even before the words were out of her mouth, Angela knew it was useless. There would be no answer. For several agonized seconds the distraught young woman walked about aimlessly by the gate, no particular plan in mind, but rather automatically hoping that if she stayed near the spot somehow everything would be made right and she would have Hans back.
As she lowered her eyes to fight back the tears that were threatening to overflow, her gaze played unheedingly over the ground before what she was looking at began to make sense.
There were tracks near the gate! Dog prints mixed with the prints of a woman's shoe! It had rained the night before and the ground was still soft, a little muddy in places, so the prints were clearly visible.
Bending lower, the staring young blonde took a close look at the tracks. The dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned. They were too big to belong to any other dog in the neighborhood. But what about the shoe prints? Could they have been made by the person who took Hans? Angela wondered excitedly. Almost without realizing it, the bereaved young wife had drifted away from the gate, walking down the road following the prints. Yes – yes… Hans' prints continued on besides those others, there was no doubt of it now. Looking up, Angela found herself already half-way down the road toward Sylvia's house, and then all at once the whole picture fell into place. How stupid of her not to have realized it at once, she thought bitterly.
Sylvia had stolen Hans!
Yes, somehow the shameless woman who lived down the road must have found out about Hans' strange interests, Angela thought in rising anger. Yes, that thieving bitch must be forcing her beloved dog into horrible perversions right this moment. Never did it occur to the angry young woman to temper her condemnation of her neighbor with the admission that she too little Angela the pure – had also been guilty of encouraging the animal in acts that would have both shocked and sickened her only short days ago, but then, jealousy works that way. Yes, Angela was jealous, as jealous as she would have been if some predatory woman had lured away her husband Jack. Maybe even a little more, because she was not able to find with Jack the same fantastic sexual release she found with Hans.
Determinedly the lovely young blonde strode down the road toward Sylvia's house, seemingly unconcerned that she was clad only in her dressing gown, her long blonde hair beginning to escape from the knot she had tied it in, one thick lock after another falling about her shoulders as she walked.
When Angela was only a few short yards from Sylvia's back gate she heard a sharp yapping sound that could only have come from Hans' throat, and a cold wave of fear passed over her body. What was Sylvia doing to Hans, anyhow?
Pushing through the gate without calling out, the anxious young woman walked right up to the slightly open sliding glass doors. For just a second she hesitated at the entrance, not able to see inside the house because of the drapes that were pulled shut behind the doors, but once again she heard that sharp yip, this time accompanied by a low moan. Impulsively Angela swept aside the drapes and walked into the room, looking around fiercely, then the angry young woman froze in shock, her eyes opening wide as she stared in disbelief at the depraved scene before her.