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It occurred to the big man, then, how she'd come on the other night! Christ, he'd almost forgotten about that! She'd said something about wanting to suck it, hadn't she? Sure as hell had! He'd poured away plenty of booze, he recalled, but hell, he knew he hadn't been drunk! Goddamn, she'd said it all right… wanted to suck him off! Well now, he was just going to cultivate that program right soon, he lustfully decided, feeling the immediate responsive swelling of his long heavy penis. Maybe that's what she needed to really turn her on, and Goddamn, he was all for it…!

Sara Wilson's sudden appearance in her wispy, yellow bikini and pony tailed black hair shattered his thoughts like the on-stage entrance of a bottomless go-go girl! Well, she was right on time, he rousingly thought, checking his watch. Ten-thirty. "Okay, Sara baby, go into your act," he whispered to himself under his breath. "And don't get impatient, 'cause old Jay's going to fill your needs real soon, honey… like you never even dreamed of…"

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In the kitchen of their under-built, rented home in what might be termed as a semi-exclusive neighborhood, Beth Durke moved about performing her housekeeping duties, essential tasks that fell to her before she could position herself in front of the typewriter. She sang the words of a popular release in a clear, throaty voice, sang them softly as if to herself, with sultry green eyes aglow and the traces of a secret smile sensually playing over her stunningly beautiful face. She wore a tiny apron over a shortie, lime-green shift she'd had for ages, but with brassiere beneath this morning. Her reason for aroused excitement of mood came twofold, perhaps, two and one-half fold. Number one: she'd watched Stan Wilson wheel off to his store a short time before and caught him, once inside the concealing protection of his garage, straining his eyes toward her house! Something on his part was bound to happen soon; she felt certain of it! And she'd made up her mind that she could wait! It was going to be worth it, she knew, and after all, she'd already waited twenty-six years!

Number two: the waiting period was not going to be one of hunger, anyway! She now had the enchanting young masculine beauty of Jerry Adams at hand, available, she was certain, at the slightest indication on her part, and he was the most lovable lamb in the world! Except, next time, she intended to further his manly education another way! And lastly, the one-half: Jay had been too drunk the night before to pump enough blood into his loins to get his huge penis up and keep it there! She'd been ready for him though, still convinced that if he and "it" became numb enough, myriad of erotic sensations could happen to her, but the old lover-man had just gradually faded away beneath the veil of his consumed liquor, finally snoring, and she'd covered him, kissed him goodnight, then fallen into her private passionate thoughts.

They had been that, all right, so much so that the tremendous urge to satisfy them had been almost unbearable. Once, she'd nearly awakened Jay to try again, but his snoring advised her that would be useless… and at last, she'd slept. Even so, it'd hardly been much different upon awakening this morning! The tiny imps with their sensuous forks were still alive in her soft belly and hungry young loins. Her handsome Stan Wilson's avid staring at their house had added more coals, while the mere thought of youthful Jerry Adams' naked young body had been the final stimulator.

God, she was all damp as usual between her legs! The narrow, thin strip of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot moisture seeping from between her pussy-lips! She'd have to change her panties…!

The scratching against the screen of the back door marred her thoughts. It was Lancer, of course, she knew without looking. Vickie Davis' huge German Shepherd whose habit it was to come begging every morning about this time. Not that the animal didn't get enough to eat at home; Beth was sure he did, the way his beautiful young mistress looked after him, but he was still just a dog and this was his thing.

"Hello, darling," she said with a radiant smile, opening the door for the whimpering beast to enter. "Hungry? Come over to see Beth for something to eat?"

He agilely raised to his hind legs, pressing his soft paws against the full tips of her breasts. She caught at his forepaws, a little shiver passing through her voluptuous young body at the erogenous contact her thought veins had enhanced. The big handsome animal licked out at her face and she reactively drew it back away from him with a smile. He whimpered and Beth said, "I think I have something for you, darling! A nice big bone with the remainder of the ham we left on it last Sunday." Then, more to herself than the animal which waited with wagging tail, she opened the refrigerator and stooped down to bring the platter out: "We'll never eat it… ham shouldn't be kept this long, anyway…!"

What happened next gave her such an unexpected and truly wild start that the astonished young wife couldn't move! She was still bent over fishing inside the refrigerator when she felt the unmistakable cold wetness of Lancer's nose high on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her inner right thigh! Why she didn't bolt upright in shock or fear, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been hotly smoldering within her! Instead, she continued to stoop there, knowing the huge dog's powerful head was beneath her skirt from behind, nosily sniffing… and then came the hot, pressured lap of an unmistakable tongue against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!

God, he'd sensed her heat!

Had to, what else? Again, the beautiful animal did it, drawing its long, hot tongue between her legs against the protected flushed lips of her cuntal crevice! Beth raised up slowly… raised up only because she couldn't stay in that position all day! She held the ham bone in her hand as she turned to look down upon the great dog who was staring up at her with wide brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging tail.

"You handsome devil!" she half hissed, all the erotically arousing sensations she'd so proudly kept under control suddenly pouring like molten steel into her soft, young belly and loins. "You're a Goddamned lecher, like all males, except you're more handsome than most! I never would've believed it… but I'm not about to deny it either, Lancer lover!"

Beth moved toward the pantry as if she were being satanically propelled. She held the bone up so that the powerful dog could see and follow, wicked thoughts she'd never before even conceived of filling her mind!

"Come on, baby… in here with Beth!" she whispered, consciously, as if someone were standing close, eavesdropping! "Come on… that's the boy… and you can have your bone… after! After, darling! Look! Come here, look what Beth has for you…!"

God, it was salaciously forbidden, but she was doing it! Standing there in the pantry with the door near-closed, spread-legged, the short skirt of her shift luridly raised and her small hand tugging to one side the narrow strip of her wet nylon panties so that her hair-fringed, moistly throbbing pussy was exposed to the brute!

"Come on, Lancer baby! Do it! Lick it, darling… like, I'll bet my life, that you lick Vickie's!"

Beth watched the mighty dog move forward, as if trained, toward her exposed wet cunt! Unbelievable sensations of frenetic excitement soared through her in the animalistic depravity of her act. My God, this was beyond obscenity, the blonde young wife thought, tugging even further to one side the sheer strip of her damp nylon panties to better expose her hotly throbbing pussy before the approaching German Shepherd! Would he…? Would he…?

He did!

The brute's long and thick wet animal tongue splurted out, curling at the tip as it caught between the feverish lips of her pouting pussy, laving the very mouth of her vagina and splaying open the blonde, hair-fringed folds as it drew upward between them, ending and twisting at the very delicate tip of her already quivering, tiny clitoris! But he didn't stop there! Again and again without egging, the massive dog repeated its hot caresses, raising gasps of panting lust from the young blonde wife as she stood there with trembling legs spread out wide, her loins lewdly thrust forward, her little hand holding the tiny wisp of her nylon panties to one side for the brute's delicious licking of her cunt!