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"Aunnnnggggghhhhh!" she moaned, half-blinded by the power of her own long-awaited orgasm. The shaking young woman was dimly aware of her animal-lover's blood-engorged cock swelling to greater and greater dimensions under the obscene stimulation of her powerfully milking vagina. Suddenly the dog's searing animal cum began to jet far up into her innermost depths, flooding her with that obscene warmth she knew so well. The gasping brunette had a split second to think how different it felt from a man's orgasm, more like one long powerful squirt that seemed to tunnel a molten path right through her quivering insides, and then this last realization exploded her mind in a great flare of colored lights as she started to cum all over again.

Bruno held tight to the crazily bucking woman as she gurgled out a long moan of sensual pleasure, all the time emptying his sperm-bloated canine testicles into her wildly gyrating body as she knelt before him in unashamed depravity. Tanya wailed and thrashed as she pressed her hungrily milking mouth back against the spurting animal cock as if afraid to let one precious drop of the lustful fluid escape. The thick white liquid gushed out from around where her madly working cunt clasped tight around Bruno's jerking member, running in sticky trails down her convulsing thighs to drip onto the white sheets below.

Finally, one last powerful shudder passed through the sobbing young woman's exhausted body in final release and she fell limply forward onto the sperm-soaked bed to lie in a sodden heap, Bruno's fast-shrinking cock slipping wetly from her pussy with a soft lewd sucking sound.

For long moments the panting woman lay still, her lovely face buried in the big dog's soft fur, trying desperately to regain her breath. Then she became aware of a strange titillation against her buttocks, and lifting her head to look in the mirror, she saw that Bruno was slowly licking their combined sex-juices from her naked loins, his tongue sliding over her ass-cheeks to dip obscenely down into her still oozing cuntal slit, the big animal obviously savoring the exotic tastes of spent passion.

Tanya let her head drop wearily back down onto the bed as Bruno's gentle lickings soothed the last dregs of sexual tension from her much-used body. She opened her thighs as wide as possible to let his cleansing tongue reach the very top of her aching slit, soothing rather than exciting her this time, seeming to heal her ravished pussy-flesh.

At last her animal lover had licked her clean and lay down gratefully beside her, his big head resting fondly on the swell of her buttocks. For nearly a half-hour they lay that way, in a stupor of erotic fulfilment feeling the warmth of the huge dog's now familiar body. Finally Tanya rolled over and sat up, patting the big animal affectionately on the head.

Finally, she shakily dressed and went to the door. It was locked!

***

Liz sat down again and smiled at Rodney. He was handsome, if a bit thin, and appeared to have a certain inner strength. She smiled again and he smiled back.

When she had begun to wonder about Tanya's delay in the bathroom, she had gone to have a look, and finding the bathroom unoccupied and hearing a sigh from behind the other door, gently and silently pushed it open. There she saw the young woman spread-eagled on the satin sheets, and then eagerly scrambling to turn over and present her plump, creamy buttocks to Bruno, who must have come in silently through the always-open window.

Lobo had come back to Liz not long ago with his now grown and motherless puppies in tow. She had got to know them well, and they were welcome company for her in her enforced loneliness. The window opened onto the woods bordering the town, and she never closed that window except on cold nights, so her faithful and loving friends could come and go, safely, as they pleased. She had had a bolt installed on the bedroom door to keep the dogs separated from the guests, though of late guests had become a rare pleasure for Liz. When she had seen big Bruno mount the excited young female's uplifted bottom, she had silently closed the door and locked it. Maybe now Tanya wouldn't mind a bit of male-swapping; she was surely taking her liberties with Liz's bed and Bruno.

"It looks like Tanya took off on a walk in the woods, Rodney," Liz told him, moving over to sit beside him on the couch.

"Must have got bored with the conversation," Rodney said. "Journalism isn't really her thing. I just thought she was curious to meet you, as a friend of DesirЋe's. Tanya's a good wife and a darling girl, but her attention span isn't very long."

Liz smiled again, her arm on the back of the sofa and her fingertips brushing Rodney's shoulder lightly. "Guess not. Would you like a drink?"

Rodney smiled, feeling that he had finally won her over. "A G and T will do."

Liz got up and poured some wine for each of them. "You know, it gets a bit lonely here for me, being blamed for that dog pack out scaring people. I didn't send Lobo after Nancy Pace – if it really was him that did it – but I'm getting blamed for it. As if I would, or could, send a dog out to rape a girl. I've been the leper of Pickford's Meadows for the last two months, and it isn't much fun. DesirЋe used to come and see me often."

"Did she know anything about this dog's sexual propensities?"

"Who, Dez?" Liz laughed. "Oh, she's so sweet and lily white, she couldn't even listen when I told her the truth. That was after Nancy's accident. No, she knew nothing beforehand."

Liz sat down and draped her arm across the back of the sofa again, letting one tiny fingernail touch the back of Rodney's neck. Would he be game, thinking that Tanya was out walking in the woods? Most men would be, with a woman as nice looking as Elizabeth Clark.

"Wouldn't you like to get a bit more comfortable while we talk?" Liz asked, her wide eyes belying any salacious intentions. Rodney felt torn between the natural hesitation of a married man to be alone with so alluring a female as Liz and the reluctance to leave. She purred through her slightly moistened lips.

She placed a friendly, warm hand on his leg – not too low, nor so high as to warn him, scare him off, just at the place mid-leg where a hand might touch innocently. But Rodney felt her electric contact, and his mouth went dry. "I… I really don't know if I should."

"Do you have anything planned for right now? I wouldn't think a wife like Tanya would mind."

"Well, no, not really. I…" he looked at her, weakening, and bit his lip. "I don't know if it would be right, that's all."

Liz laughed lightly, like a spring nymph enjoying the morning dew.

"Oh, you men, always thinking about your wives!" She chuckled again with a lilting, teasing manner. She moved like a lithe cat, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her dress. "Don't worry, Rodney, I won't bite. Tanya's the one that took off into the woods and I'm sure she won't be back for a good hour."

The reference to his wife made Rodney jerk on the sofa. His heart hammered like the wings of a frightened bird. "What about my wife?" he said in a halting voice.

"Nothing, Rodney," Liz said innocently. "It's just that so many nice men like you place their wives in ivory towers, and stop considering them flesh and blood. Sometimes," she added with a rueful almost ironic smirk, "it can be a rude awakening."

How true. How God-damned true, Rodney glumly thought. Liz hit the nail on the head. And what the devil, why shouldn't he relax for a while with this delightful, sexy young woman? Surely no harm would be done.

"All right, you convinced me, Liz," he said, and his heart suddenly felt free, for in the three years of marriage he hadn't so much as looked at another woman much less been with one alone and socially.