The Hungry Pet Chapter 2

"Who was that?" Laura questioned, hardly looking up from her canvas as her young, angularly built husband returned from answering the telephone.

"That, my love, was the sexy Eve Novack," Kevin replied, squatting onto the stool before his work as he picked up his palette. "She requests that I please come over in the morning for sketches."

"What did you say?"

"That I would," he answered, leaning back to perspectively observe his reproduction of the President, which was due to appear on a news magazine cover in two weeks. There was still something wrong.

"What did she say about yesterday?" Laura asked, the fact that he'd agreed to go tomorrow for a sketch-setting irked her. She didn't like the girl ... no, that was not it at all! She didn't trust her! And why should she, with a reputation such as she had ...?

"That she was sorry. I told you, doll, she was sorry about that. Her maid was very apologetic. Miss Novack was ill but thought she could set anyway ... etcetra ... etcetra."

"Hmmmmm ... maybe. I would be more inclined to think she was suffering from a hangover."

"Oh, for Chris' sake, Laura," her twenty-five year old husband edgily responded. "That's certainly a catty viewpoint."

"Maybe it is ... but I'd almost bet that I'm closer to it than you are, darling," the young, extremely attractive girl in her paint-splotched smock lightly added. "Eve Novack is a cold and calculating bitch."

"What ...? Wow! Hearing that come out of your gentle lips, baby, is like napalm!" Kevin said, gaping over at his curvaceous young wife whose beautiful black eyes never stopped setting him afire. "Y-You
don't usually toss out opinions like that. What's the bit?"

"No bit, Kevin ... just observant facts," Laura replied, trying very much to maintain a light tone, while inside, she was churning; yet she wasn't quite sure why. Outside of the fact that she loved her handsome new husband with a passion ... but a particular passion of her own ... and that the likes of Eve Novack claiming his privacy for even a minute ... damn, she wasn't quite sure what she meant ...

"Well, I'll give her a couple of hours ... maybe three," Kevin Garrett informed, pleasurefully sensing what he thought might be a strain of jealousy in his luscious, twenty-two year old wife of six month's,
voice. Christ, maybe that was what they needed, she climbing onto a jealous kick! They needed something, all right, before it all drizzled away like soiled water ... never dirtied and only barely used ...!

"So, you're going tomorrow, is that it?" Laura pressed, unable to shake her feelings.

"Yes, in the morning... close to noon. Miss Novack doesn't get up until then," he replied, remembering the husky lilt of her voice and the way she'd made him promise he would be there ... "Look, darling, if I'm not up ... but I will be ... you come right in and slap me on the bottom! Everyone should be awake and at their thing by noon ... shouldn't they?"

"Why ... why yes, I guess they should! I'll be there."

"Wonderful! I'm looking forward to it so much, Kevin! And it should be fun for us ... I mean, it doesn't have to be a drag, does it ...?"

"No ... no, of course not! I-It should be fun."

"I'll be waiting, dear ... and I just know we're going to have a wonderful time ...!"

Christ, he couldn't work! The canvas before him had lost all perspective. His cock was actually stirring inside his pants! Her goddamned voice ... that's what it was, her voice! If only Laura ...? Maybe, if he began now ... it was early enough to work into it ... slowly, methodically, gradually sweeping over her and breaking down some of those barriers ...! Damnit, he had to keep trying! She was his wife and he loved her! There really could never be anyone else ... could there ...?

"What say to a little wine for a pick-up, baby?" he questioned, smiling over at her beautiful, young face, the very face which had turned his whole world upside down. God, he loved her so much, and he knew she returned his feelings. It wasn't that; she just couldn't help herself, and invariably froze right up if he mentioned consulting professional help. "Don't be ridiculous, Kevin! Why should l? Lord, what do you want ... a wife or just a plain slut?" Goddamn, sometimes he wondered, "Well ... you didn't answer, baby ...?" he pressed, smiling over at her.

"So early, darling?" Laura responded, intuitively reading his thoughts, her own subconscious countering like strategically placed men on a chess board. "Well ... I have a little headache ... but I'll join you if you want."

Oh no! A little headache! It was too early for a big headache, a sick headache, or a migraine which could totally incapacitate her if necessary! He bit his tongue and got to his feet again, determined not
to give up. He went over to her and bent down. Warmly, she raised her lips to meet his in a gentle, lingering kiss. Then, he flicked his eyes onto the seascape she was painting. They were her best, still
amateurish in many respects, but with much promise. Her work hung in several, local galleries, the sales though limited, very much pleasing her as well as him. After all, she had majored in music with teaching intentions, but their whirlwind courtship during her last semester at UCLA where he had been doing some art teaching followed by a spur of the moment marriage, had ended all of that.

"Well, what do you think, Professor?" she asked, leaning back and cutely tilting her pretty head with its long, raven hair tumbling around her shoulders and oval-ling her perfectly featured face.

"Right on, Mrs. Garrett! No one, and I mean no one, has a more natural touch for sea than you," he sincerely answered. "You keep this up and you'll be supporting me."

She looked up at him, pleased, the tiny lights in her large onyx-eyes reflecting that pleasure. "Hmmmmm," she murmured, her lushly glossed lips curved in smile. "Flattery might just get you everywhere, darling. I-I'll take a little sherry ... and why don't you bring in the decanter."

Kevin grinned, a flush of promising arousal washing through him. He straightened. "I'll do just that, my proud beauty," he said, jauntily sweeping off toward their liquor cabinet.

Laura watched him, an emotion of deep-felt love filling her almost to the bursting point. She would try in bed ... yes, and harder than ever tonight! She would ... but only because it seemed to mean so much to him ... and God, he was her whole life! She'd die without him ... she truly would!

Oh God, why did you have to make the animal part of us?

She just couldn't help it. Love to her was warm kisses and gentle caresses, sharing, and caring for one another ... and marriage a beautiful, never-ending companionship ... but how much more enchanting
it would be without the degrading rigors of sex! Yet, other women, she realized, reveled in that one aspect of marriage, in fact it was the most important part of the union to them! How many of her girl friends, even way back in high school with no thought of marriage in mind were "putting-out," as they'd referred to it in bragging whispers? And how disgustingly sick their sinful promiscuity had always made her!

Laura had already, even at that age, resigned herself to the fact that she was different. Why, she had refused to question, and it wasn't really until after she'd met Kevin that she had sat down and truly
tried to analyze herself. She was normal enough in every other respect, certainly not unattractive or unintelligent, and with physical endowments she well knew to be sensuously inviting to her many dates ... in fact, too inviting! But just the mere thought of giving up her virginity to some lust-inflamed male in the back seat of his car had been enough to stop seeing any of them from the moment they tried to
touch her.

Oh yes, Kevin had made his stabs at it too, but with him it had been different from the beginning. It was a month before he'd tried the first time, and by then she had been too in love with him to do anymore
than frustratedly cry in his arms ... and he'd stopped. "All right, darling, we'll wait until our wedding night ... and you know something? I think I love you more because of it ...!" That's what he'd whispered to her, while he tenderly held her and kissed her, and she blurted out to him the whole story of her wealthy parents and her life with them in San Francisco. It was that very night when she first actually realized the lonely shell her adulterous mother and father with all of their luxury had forced her, an only child, to withdraw into, in an attempt to deafen her ears and blind her young eyes to what they were doing.

If they hadn't been the whole cause for her repugnance toward sex, they had certainly been a prime factor in its growth. Yet, as Kevin had said, she was a normal, healthy girl, and surely her reluctance, or loathing, whatever she wanted to call it, would pass once they were married an d she was gently introduced to the intoxicating rapture of physical love-making. And she had believed him because she wanted to ... because she loved him ... and at any rate, resigning herself to the fact that it was going to be her wifely duty, her one hope being that she would get pregnant immediately ... But of course, she hadn't ... nor had there been any intoxicating rapture the first time he'd shoved his thing between her shamefully spread legs, lying there nakedly exposed beneath him, her tight young vaginal opening being forcibly stretched in unbelievable, tormenting pain by his hugely throbbing penis head.

God, how she'd hated him at that moment, suspended above her helpless, virginal body, both of them in their obscene nakedness, the warm kisses and tender caresses which had led to it forgotten as he tried to worm the thick, rubbery head of his brutal organ into the tiny defenseless mouth of her never-before entered vagina . . .

"Ooohhh! Oh God, Kevin, stop! Please don't! Y-You can't! You're hurting me terribly ...!" she'd wincingly cried out, squirming and cringing beneath his animalish act, but more than all else, stunned when he hadn't paid any attention to her and didn't pull the wicked thing back out of her!

"There, baby, there ... just relax ... relax, darling! Don't try to fight me ... it'll only hurt for a minute or so, and then you'll see!" he'd lustfully gasped, his hot, wet mouth dropping down onto hers as she'd felt him flick his hips, the huge rod of hardened flesh worming up into and splitting wide her vaginal walls with an excruciating wrack of agony that seconds later, when she had caught her breath, raised a
shriek from her throat! Something up inside her had popped and she knew he had ripped her there!

"Oh ... ooohhh! God, Kevin! You've torn me! Take it out, please I tell you! Stop! Take it out ...!"

But he hadn't. Instead, he'd been like some sort of wild beast she had never known before, hanging there above her unmoving, his hot breaths panting down into her face and against the sensitive flesh of her naked breasts, the desire-swollen tip of his heavily hardened penis throbbing inside the painfully stretched mouth of her soft, curl-fringed vagina as if it were some separate entity and no part of him.

"Shhhhh ... baby ... there ... you see ... I told you it'd be all right in a minute ...,!" he'd gasped down at her. "It doesn't hurt now, does it? Isn't it beginning to feel better? You see, I'm not moving, darling
... I love you, honey ... I don't want to hurt you ...!"

But he had. He had hurt her so she could hardly walk the next day! Worming the inhuman thing into her inch by inch each time she thought it was totally and obscenely thrust to its entirety up into her, until she could feel it heatedly pulsating in her very recoiling belly, the gradually subsiding pain more intensely resumed with his every flicking move! And then, he'd begun the debasing in-and-out sawing and she'd closed her eyes so that at least she wouldn't have to watch the animal gestures of his disgusting act, thankful for the profuse flow of vaginal fluids inside her that was making it bearable without totally losing her mind.

And then, suddenly, he had clutched more violently at the mounds of her naked breasts, his hips and buttocks beginning to work faster between her legs, driving his huge, raging hardness up into her soft,
unprotected belly like some sort of wild animal, until she thought she could feel it ripping right on through her stomach and all the way up between her sensitively swollen breasts.

He was almost mauling her in his savagely moving hands!

"Christ, Laura baby, spread your legs wider ... move your ass! Fuck it up at me, for God's sake! Fuck it up at me, baby!" he'd obscenely spewed down at her, abruptly dropping his lean, hard body heavily onto hers, his hips and buttocks pumping like a madman to make his deeply impaling cock massage the smooth wet walls of her vagina with a spellbinding sensation of delight that momentarily raised little
uncontrollable whimpers into her throat! "Christ! I'm cumming, Laura ...! I'm cummmiunnnggg ...!"

Now, as she remembered, for that very first night of their honeymoon would always be vividly etched in her brain, there had been pain, but at that moment, of an entirely different variety ... almost pleasureful ...! It was all of the other things which had drowned that brief instant. His total disregard for her when she'd begged him to stop ... his use of filthy, four-letter words which sickened her ... his
unhidable animalism when his orgasm took complete control over him!

And he hadn't changed, nor had she. Only the tolerance of accepting and accommodating him without knowing pain was different, and sometimes there was even a strange feeling of sensual excitement, but she knew it was all because of the "preliminaries," as medical men like to put it, the warm kisses and caresses preceding that unwanted moment of penetration, never the animalish act itself. Yet, it was her expected duty as a wife to play, and she intended to because she loved him so much. But, seven nights a week? God, for the first time in her life she'd found herself looking forward to her periods, and if it hadn't been for her convenient headaches now and then throughout the other three weeks of the months, she didn't know what she would do!

Last night, she'd avoided the whole performance with a faked headache. She'd been sorry after, wanting to hold him in her arms and kiss him, but after what he'd tried to do the day before ... coming home with those two marijuana cigarettes ... God! Had he actually thought she'd smoke one? "Look, honey, the weed has good as well as bad properties! Maybe that's what we ... you ... both of us need ...!"

"You've got to be out of your mind, Kevin! Do you think for one minute I'm going to start using drugs to give you ... your ... your sexual kicks ...?" she'd bitterly spat at him, unable to believe his intentions as she'd jumped up and ran from the room, locking their bedroom door.

Later, she'd came out to receive his apologies, which she had known would be forthcoming. He'd destroyed the cigarettes, flushing them down the toilet, almost begging her to forgive him, then insisting she sit on the terrace with a martini while he charcoal broiled steaks for their dinner. It had all been so beautiful, his gentle, loving attention all through the evening and in the bedroom ... until he'd tried to move down in the bed and actually kiss her between the legs!

Oooohhh! All day, she'd lived with that depraved thought, the abrupt realization that she was married to a very lustful, if beautiful man, at last dawning on her in its full shocking entirety. But they loved
one another ... belonged together, and each had to give some measure, or they were going to break one another's hearts! God knows, she could never give in to perversion, yet that didn't mean that she wasn't wrong more often than not in their normal sexual encounters! She knew what it meant to him ... and yes, more and more, it had even found her somewhat willing! Tell the truth, Laura, at least to yourself! There was something sensuously invigorating about having a tall, naked husband approach you with his ... his protruding cock hardened and excited from the mere sight of your body ... your rounded, swelling breasts and tanned, open thighs ... knowing your soft, curl-fringed vaginal lips was where his loving eyes were feasting?

Yes! And the moment after she'd automatically mentioned a headache just minutes earlier, she had remembered! God, if only he would remain gentle and considerate of her; she was beginning to feel certain that given a little more time she could offer him everything he wanted in a wife! Perhaps, just a little bit sluttish too ... but he was coming now with the wine ... couldn't let him see her just sitting there
daydreaming ... The deliciousness for her was making him work for it ... and then she was going to try very hard to make his efforts worthwhile, the wonderful, lover-darling ...!

*  *  *

Eve Novak enticed the big, hesitating animal with an inbred, natural talent, drawing him toward where she sat on the rubber raft in her near-nakedness with cooing words and sounds.

"Come on, Stranger. Don't be afraid. I won't bite you if you don't bite me. Come on, darling ... that's it ... closer ... jump right into the water with Eve ...!"

He had, but only after she'd coaxed him for ten solid minutes, and then by degrees inching closer with little whimpers, his gallant ears that junkie bastard had in his whole filthy body ...!

"Oh, you are a darling!" Eve exclaimed, playfully hugging his wet, powerful neck while she tread water with one hand and her busy, long legs. A little whine escaped from deep in his throat as he began to easily swim with both their buoyant weight toward the shallow end where the wide steps ascended to the deck. "Who do you belong to, stranger? Where did you come from?" she went on, speaking to him as if he could understand her every word. "They certainly don't take very damn good care of you, do they? And you're such a big, strong handsome fellow...!"

He climbed the steps beside her, not trying to race ahead as dogs do, but waiting until she finally took her small hand from his mane before jogging far enough away to shake himself with a mighty tremor, water flying in all directions, but not reaching her.

"And you're a gentleman, too!" Eve said, laughing and feeling better than she had in several hours. She slipped on her bra-top, a wisp of black, see-through material which little more than suggested a covering for her firm, fully erect breasts, then tossed her towel around her shoulders and again surveyed the handsome stranger who had appeared out of nowhere at a time when his type of mute, lovable companionship she had sorely needed. "I-I think I'll call you Stranger, too ... and dammit, I'm going to keep you, darling ... at least, until someone comes after you! Then, I'm not so sure that I'll give you up! Whoever you belong to, they haven't even bothered tagging you ... but Eve will, baby! From now on, you just may be her constant companion!"

The voluptuous, short-haired blonde beauty delightedly watched the big, majestic animal give himself one more severe shaking, then trot toward her, his warm, brown eyes glowing, his great jaws open with long, pink tongue wetly visible as if he were smiling at her in loving pleasure. He brushed his huge head against the soft dampness of her tanned thigh, whimpering as she reached down to pet him.

"Oh, you big doll!" Eve whispered, the warmth filling her at his open show of affection almost a sensuous emotion inside her. "Well, at least you're cleaner, Stranger ... and what a beautiful coat of fur you have. I'll bet you just glisten when you're really bathed!" she added, the thought of doing exactly that, just as she had to Bo-Bo, suddenly adding to her excitement. "But you're probably starved, too ... so, we'll take care of that first. Come on, darling! Let's go into the kitchen and see what Conchita has for you ...!"

The big German shepherd unhesitatingly followed along beside her. He had known a kind master and mistress before the man who kept him in the house on wheels to protect it. He had tried to be close to the man, but he was not gentle and often Stranger was hungry. The man had not closed the door of the house on wheels tight and it had been simple for him to open it and trot off. It was new country to him with great trees and mountains, easy to hide in and not be found by the man. Water to drink was plentiful and soon he would find food without killing any of the little animals in the forest, his keen instincts had told him, and now he knew this was so.

The golden-haired girl very much pleased him. There was warmth in her voice when she spoke to him and affection in the touch of her hand. And then, suddenly, he had never seen so much raw, red meat as was set before him by another older and dark-haired woman while his new golden-haired friend continued to lovingly stroke the drying fur of his back.

"And while you eat, darling, I will make a phone call," Eve said to him, the pleasing mood which had stirringly swept her up since Stranger's unexpected intrusion into her life taunting familiar wantonness. "When he's finished, Conchita, bring him into my bedroom suite."

"Yes, Miss Eve," the other replied, watching the massive brute wolf down the four pounds of prime steak she had just bought for the dinner table that evening. When her employer was out of earshot, she said aloud: "You are a very handsome dog ... but steak ...?"

"What did you say?" a male voice from the butler's pantry called in Spanish.

"I was speaking to the animal," Conchita answered her older husband in their native tongue.

The square-faced man wearing a neat white jacket, his face leathery and his dark eyes red-rimmed, appeared limpingly in the doorway, a silver candelabra which he was polishing in his hand. "It is not wise to take in such a stray beast," he said. "It could be rabid."

"Humph! If the one who left this morning was not, this beautiful animal certainly isn't either!" Conchita tartly compared.

Manuel grunted. "If she had to clean that swimming pool just once she would not let dogs swim in the water, or carelessly drop glasses into it ..."

"Shut-up your groaning," Conchita snapped at him. "Why do you think she keeps you around here; to ogle after her nakedness? Go back to your silver cleaning and be thankful for your three meals and a roof over your head."

Which was just about all he had, with the exception of the TV, her husband inwardly grumbled. Now, it had come to the point where his own wife would not undress in the same room with him! Caramba! Sometimes, the aching need in his groin was enough to drive him crazy, and most especially when Miss Eve chose to show him her young, naked tits as casually as if they were elbows! He had once, when she was in a terrible rage after one of her lovers had run off, seen her stripped completely and totally naked, storming through the house, her full, white tits and lushly rounded buttocks jiggling and swaying in her rage until his too-long unused cock had stood out inside his pants like an axe-handle! Yes, he remembered it well, for she had been drunk and passed out on the floor of the living room, and he had lifted her into his arms, carrying that beautiful, satiny-white body to her private suite, his hungry eyes feasting on the sparse blonde triangle and tight, pink cuntal crevice running up between her gorgeous legs ...!

"Take the dog into her suite. He has finished with his eating ... and it will be a wonder if he doesn't have indigestion the way he gulped it down," Conchita said, interrupting his lecherous thoughts. "Well, go ahead, husband! She is waiting for him!"

"Waiting for him ...? I thought she was making a phone call? Besides, I heard her say for you to bring him ..."

"Don't argue with me, you lazy peon!" Conchita spat, her dark eyes suddenly blazing. "She was calling Mr. Garrett next door, I imagine, and that was five minutes ago! How long do you think it takes to make a telephone call? Now, do as I say!"

"Yes, yes, you do not have to get all ...!"

Eve's reappearance in the kitchen doorway, her lovely face wearing a gay and welcomed smile which was like the sweet music to her servants, interrupted Manuel's sighing words. The dog, Stranger, who sat licking his chops, had been glancing from one to the other of the older couple with intent interest, the deeper, hardly noticeable tones of their voices advising him of the affection between them. Then, the moment he saw his new, and pretty golden-haired friend, he immediately went to her with tail wagging.

"So, do you feel better, Stranger darling?" Eve questioned, still in her brief bikini and squatting down on her haunches to lovingly take the animal's big head between her hands, while Manuel lecherously gaped at her somewhat revealing stance. Conchita glared angrily at her husband, causing him to disappear back through the doorway of the butler's pantry.

"He has one fierce appetite, Miss Eve," Conchita said, smiling.

"Good. That proves he is healthy," Eve said, hugging him. "Keep plenty of the best meat you can buy on hand for him, Conchita. Now, he's just handsome, but I'm going to make him splendid, and the happiest dog in the world! I just love him, don't you?"

"He is a beautiful animal, Miss Eve ... but where does he come from? He must have an owner ..."

The curvaceous blonde girl came erect, startling the older woman. "He does, Conchita! Me!" she snapped, her round green eyes narrowing. "And no one better try to take him from me! This is one male I intend to keep forever!"

"Yes ma'am ..." the dark-eyed, handsome-faced woman meekly replied, her keen mind abruptly realizing the significance the beautiful animal's unexpected entrance into her employer's mixed-up life was taking. And after they had left her kitchen, walking side by side, this golden-haired, lovely bodied girl whom she loved like a daughter possessively resting her hand on the massive animal's proud head, Conchita sensed a strange feeling that perhaps her Miss Eve had found someone she could love and trust at last ...!

The Hungry Pet Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Beyond the high, pumice-stone wall and below the steep cliff-side, the surf roared in great sweeps of white foam against the rocky shore-line, the blue waters of the Pacific sparkling like a sea of priceless gems beneath the brilliant California sky. On an inflated rubber raft, bound by the azure-colored tiles of her heart-shaped swimming pool, the curvaceous blonde girl with the long shapely legs, though aware the view was all there gave it little thought. As always, it was the soothing sound of the pounding surf and not the sight which tranquilized her. In fact, the vast ocean in its incessant anger actually upset her, but then, it wouldn't take much to do that this bitchy midday, she irately thought.

Idly floating atop the breeze-stirring, crystal clear water, Eve Novak lay stretched out on her back, wide-brim hat shading her half-closed green eyes, a cooler glass filled with ice, gin and tonic resting wetly against the satiny skin of her sun-tinted, flattened belly. From beneath the brim, she could look down between the rounded white mounds of her naked breasts, following the sleek, symmetrical lines of the sexy, tanned legs to her tiny feet with their daintily pedicured, clear-polished nails where the sun reflected in scintillating glimmers. These she concentrated on for a few wasteful moments in an effort to
escape the fuming bitterness the young boy had left with her when he had just up and walked out some hour or so before.

Goddamn him, anyway! She hoped to hell the cops busted him, the ungrateful, hair-faced junkie! And they would sooner or later, no doubt about that, but it wouldn't mean a damn thing. Just another check-mark on his already worthless existence. Hadn't he admitted to her at least a half-dozen prior arrests for everything from pushing drugs to rape and armed robbery? Ooohhh! The filthy bastard, accepting her luxuriant bed and food, the likes of which he'd never even remotely dreamed of, reveling in it, and, her naked body for three days and nights, then having the gall to casually tell her she bored him! God, every time she thought about it, she could just scream out in rage!

What was even more exasperating to her than all else was the fact that she did feel his loss ... that she'd actually been hurt and had begged him not to leave ... and that he'd merely stood there by the door grinning at her, his handsome, young white teeth gleaming through the thick, heavy beard she had pampered and groomed for him, his lack of feeling for her as obvious in his hardened eyes as the untold number of men she had walked out on had probably seen in her own!

"Lady, you're a drag ... know what I mean?" he'd droned with absolutely no inflection in his twenty year old tone. His young, hazel eyes were cold and empty, dilating from the fix he had shot into himself not twenty-minutes before in her bathroom, a poke of stuff she had bought for him the previous night from a known pusher in Monterey. "Fuck and suck and fuck again, that's all that clogs your pretty warped head. Hasn't anyone ever told you that cunt of yours is for pissing, too?"

"Oh, you ... you ungrateful bastard!" Eve had steamed, barely able to hold herself from going at him with her unique set of clawing-talons.

"Ungrateful ...? Hey, what's to be grateful for, baby? Like you bathed and fed me and I gave you some cock. So, we all got our kicks, didn't we?" he measured in that same vacant monotone. "I mean, you liked that taming the wild masculine beast, driving him crazy to crawl up between your luscious legs, or just laying there while you sucked the cum right out of the lining of his balls! So I played your game for a few days, but it was all jazz, nothing more, cunny-girl. You bought me some stuff and in payment, I let you use my cock to your heart's content. So what's this grateful shit?"

Remembering it vividly now, Eve could still feel the scalding tears blurring her eyes. Yet, even with the rage that'd been nearly consuming her, the thought of losing him had suddenly swept away all of the ego and pride she had ever known, or shown, with any of the multitude of men in her life. God, mean and heartless young animal that he was, she needed him! He did something for her, however warped and perverted it might be ...!

"Please, Bo-Bo darling?" she'd pleaded, realizing now that she had never even learned his real name. "I-I'm sorry if I said ... or did anything to make you angry ...!" She had reached out for his hand which
he casually drew out of her reach. "Don't leave me? Eve needs you, baby-doll. She loves you! My God, lover, who is she going to bathe and sweeten all up? Who is going to explain to her what the whole world is all about, and. . . and why there's no future less we have complete revolution ...?"

"Oh, slip down off that dung-pile, lady," he'd disgustedly threw at her. "You got problems all right, and you need help about as much as any chick I've ever crawled on. The way I see it, for what it's worth,
you've lived sixty years in your thirty, fucked and sucked ... yeah, done it all until there's no more kicks left in the bag for you. My old man used to say that was what the movies did to its people, and I can
see it in you ... probably the only piece of truth he ever spoke. You're strung-out, babe, unraveled because you've drained your pot of sex. Now, you're leaning to the weirdo bag, else why should a cunt with all your beauty and loot want to jump into a lion's cage for a bang?"

"P-Please, Bo-Bo ... I'll do anything you want ... buy you a new Jag like you were talking about last night? Honest! We'll go down today an ...!"

He'd pushed her away when she'd started to move toward him, trying to encircle him inside her arms. "Fuck off, lady! Take up knitting, or buy yourself a dog! This man's got itchy feet and new pussies to conquer!" He'd opened the door and stepped outside then, the outline of his muscular, young body in its faded jeans, T-shirt ... rags, wavering in her tear brimmed eyes. Her hands, she remembered, had gone to her mouth so that Conchita, the cook, wouldn't hear her burst out crying and come on a run. "But for what it's worth, Eve baby, I'll always remember the movie starlet with the big heart and the tight, beautifully educated cunt. You were a tremendous moment in Bo-Bo's life! He's not about to forget you ...!"

A tremendous moment in his life, she had thought then, sobs uncontrollably choking up from her throat, and again that thought tore bitterly at her as she floated placidly on her raft in the security two wealthy ex-husbands and an unremembered number of lovers had made possible. But there were no more strangling sobs now. That moment had passed as it had myriad times before for whatever their reason, and now only the mean emptiness she had been left with so many, many times since she'd ran away from that Nebraska farm with a summer-stock actor named, Robert Calwart, remained.

Eve had been sixteen at the time, and he forty, handsome, a ticket to the capitol of the world for her. God, she hadn't even been a virgin then, had she? No, there'd been three hired men ... or was it four? ...
what difference? Robert had really been good to her and three months later they had wound up in L.A. where it really all began. It was exactly what she wanted, to be on Hollywood's doorstep where she could display the physical endowments she well knew she possessed. And through Ben Zachary, Robert's agent, she'd gotten her first bit part in a B movie. Of course, it'd meant sleeping with Ben, another basically good, forty year old man, but she'd hardly minded. His fat little tongue had been like a wildly striking snake up between her legs, and it hadn't been long before she'd moved her things to his apartment. On and on it had gone, from Ben's bed to others she could hardly remember, and finally a pair of lesbian actresses shacking together who admitted her to make a troilism. That hadn't been so awful, either, especially considering the way they had managed to secure better and better parts
for her, until she had finally met Roy ... Roy Marvin, the last of the small-time western stars.

She and Roy had married when she was eighteen in '60, their nothing association lasting three years and two abortions. Sidney Bartell, the British star had been next, the perfect arrangement, she'd thought. Poor Sid, such a beautiful man and an nonconvertible homo who needed a wife for his box-office image. How could she miss? Five years of free- wheeling on both their parts, numerous unimportant roles for her, as she began to appear in nudes with the new permissive approach, and
finally Robert's death in an auto accident in Mexico which had brought that episode to a profitable end. She had inherited Cliff side here in Big Sur country and close to a half-million dollars in cold cash after
taxes, boosting her bank-account well into the security range. The promiscuous little farm girl from Nebraska had made it after all ... but at what cost? The last few months, she had pondered that question
too often ...

It weigh bitterly on her mind at the very moment as she floated about the pool, the prevailing breezes moving her, haphazardly, a great deal like her very existence, she rancorously thought, the tears of earlier grief beginning to pass. Of course, those tears would subside and go away forever, she knew from experience. It was just the immediate heartache, the egotistical loss of a lover she hadn't personally shed ... but ... but he had never been a lover like any of the others, had he?

There had been nothing suave or sweet smelling about Bo-Bo when she'd met him at The Haven, a small bar adjacent to the village's leading hotel in the nearby corners of Cala Mar. She'd been shopping for a handbag, had bought a snake-skinned one in fact, which she was quite pleased with and had gone into the lounge for a gin-tonic to examine it. He'd stood at the bar, down at the far corner as if he were not permitted to enter into the center of things, drinking beer from a bottle. Somehow, and she would never remember how that had happened, she had looked up to stare right into his leveled, perceptive eyes.

Had she given him some sort of come-on? Eve hardly remembered, but suddenly he was standing there with his beer bottle in his hand next to her table, smiling down at her. God, he'd been a stack of dirty rags, smiling warmly through a mow of unkempt whispers, his waved brown hair dangling around his shoulders. Yes, she had smelled him!

"W-Why don't you sit down ... seeing you've come this far, stranger?" she said, looking up at him with dancing eyes, just the knowing of his being invited to her table enough to jar the house staff with whom she
was quite familiar. The odd part of it was that she'd just shaken off a Vic someone-or-other, a twenty-three year old and spoiled son of an electronic scion from San Francisco who had wanted to marry her, ridden
herself of him with a vow that she'd have no more to do with immature men, if any at all! But the knowing smile on this one's hardly visible face, and the expression in his young vibrant eyes at that moment had
easily persuaded her, inciting her loins with visions of lewd sexual delights to come.

"Come ahead, sit down," she pressed, setting her new handbag in the chair next to her.

He did, very methodically, every movement a slow and decisive work of skepticism. He said, "You're Eve Novak. I watched a late-movie you were in on TV in a Phoenix hotel lobby a week ago. That ... that was before they kicked me out." He grinned. "You were just a little girl then, but you haven't changed much. 'Beach Bang' was the name of it. Remember ...?"

Eve nodded. She sure enough did remember. It was the bit-thing Ben Zachary had first gotten for her and she'd had to suck-off the Director every day for a month! You didn't forget a milestone like that when the
man was almost sixty years old!

"You were pretty corny, but man, what a stack of curves," he said. "I thought about you for two nights after ... even wondered whatever happened to you, and bloody fuck, here I run smack into you!"

At that moment, his use of the four letter word, though not uncommon in her particularly limited circle, sent a tremulous thrill tingling through her sensual, mini-clad body. For a moment, she wasn't sure whether to smile or show some up-tightness at his casual, obscene words, but then he had followed through taking her  completely unaware.

"Not only do I meet you right out, but I find that the body you swiveled in that flick was babyfat compared to what I see now ... say nothing of the face! Hey, lady, you're beautiful, you know it ...?"

He laughed, a warm and thrilling sound. "The lady and the tiger!" he said. "So ... tame me, lady! Tame me, if you can!

She grabbed at his torn T-shirt, beginning to undress him right there in her plush living room, knowing that Manuel and Conchita were in their quarters and wouldn't come unless called. He laughed and so did
she. "You're filthy!" she said, and then he roared, throwing back his head. "Who wants a filthy lover?" she giddily put to him, pulling at the wide-belt of his jeans. "Who did you sleep with last night?"

"A bunch of nasty-bastard ants! That's the truth! They just about chewed my ass off," he said as she made him step out of his ragged jeans and stand there with only his almost white, jockey shorts covering his total nakedness, the swell of his genitals huskily outlined before her hungering eyes, causing wild sensations of
excitement to flutter intoxicatingly through her.

The opened windows and the ocean breeze continued to taunt her incited, flaring nostrils with strong essences of his young, real masculinity as he slipped his strong arms around her hour-glass waist, the mass of
hair smothering his young, under-arms stimulating her the more at their virile sight!

"You're a tiger, all right ... or are you just a pussycat?" Eve questioned, smoothing her small, soft hands over the hard, muscular development of his upper rib-cage and youthful, hairy chest as he began to pressure tighter against her, the sensation of his long, stirring penis against her yielding, resilient belly like a squirming snake filled with fire!

"That's for you to decide, lady."

"My name is Eve, remember?"

"Sure ... but I think I'll call you cunny-girl. You like that ... cunny-babe? Cunny-honey ...?"

"Whatever you want, lover!" she hissed, engulfing his mouth with her moistly open lips waiting to receive his young, hot tongue! It came and they clung that way for moments, their heated tongue tips passionately
caressing, he with his big hands joined behind her slender waist, she with hers moving up beneath his arms to lock behind his strong, thick shoulders, their roused loins erotically grinding against one another in lewd sensuality.

God, what was it about him that had turned-on the basic animal in her? Not that the beast hadn't reared its immoral head untold times before, but never with more wild abandon! She had led him into the sunken bath
of her private bedroom suite, stripped him while he'd stood grinning with hands on narrow hips, then knelt before him in awe, excitedly staring at his amazing, half-hardened cock and the heavy young balls hanging promisingly between his strong legs! To the best of her recollection, it was the longest and thickest male penis she had ever seen, its huge, bulbous head reminding her of a huge, tightly clenched fist!

"You dig it, Cunny-babe? Like it's not the average, run-of-the-mill, everyday cock, eh?" he proudly teased, obscenely waggling his naked hips to make the yet hardening, young length of blood-engorging flesh
sway back and forth in front of her lusting eyes. "It meters out at eight and one-half by four and-a-half at full tilt and brags no dissatisfied takers."

"I believe it, lover! I believe it!" she had gasped in lascivious admiration, reaching out with both hands to curl her slender fingers and thumbs around its hardening, fleshy heat, their smallness unable to completely encircle it, the width of both her soft, white hands leaving the heavy-veined cock protruding at both ends of her grasping feminine fists!

He grunted lustfully to the feel of her sudden possession of it, reflexively pressing his hips forward and sliding its thick, white foreskin moistly back to completely expose its swollen, blood-filled head. A tiny, liquid pearl appeared to partially hide the little split at its smoothly glistening tip! Her mouth watered, the masculine scent
of his natural, genital odor spurring on the hungering, carnal appetite he had already unleashed within her!

"Well?" he threw down at her. "Isn't it worthy of a kiss and a lick or two as the Man made it? Or do we have to go through the absolution first ...?"

Eve could still hear and feel the sensual moan of guttural desire rasping up from the depths of her throat as she leaned forward, licking first with her eager little tongue to flick away the minute bubble of hot, seminal fluid from the tiny eye of his young, unbelievable cock! It had been like a drug, its sweet, manly taste bending her mind with overwhelming, flames of passion! She kissed and licked while she held its long, thickly swollen length in her tightly milking hands, her head mindlessly filled with the pungent male aroma of him! She felt his
groans of sexual delight vibrating along the thick length of his virile young cock as she teased it mercilessly with her wetly swirling tongue, sensations of new and unexplored lust churning deliciously up between
her thighs and setting to flow the vaginal juices of her already warmly seething pussy.

She squirmed on her knees before him as she tongued the underside of his rapidly rising hardness, sensing the heated moisture which had seeped from between her excitedly throbbing pussy lips to soak the crotch-band of her thin nylon panties up between her full, caressing thighs. Visions of lust-fulfilling enchantment for hours to come flooded her brain with a lewd, all-consuming hunger. She opened her mouth wide, looking up at him so he could watch, knowing that her roundly ovalled lips gleamed wetly and sexily to his eyes. Then, she pressed her head forward and obscenely fastened them to the tip of his cock and let them slide slowly and moistly up over its smooth rubbery head, locking them behind its soft fleshy rim while she licked and
teased maddeningly with her tiny twirling tongue. Her cheeks drew greedily inwardly at it, while one hand moved down to weigh the heavy fullness of the young, cum-filled balls between his legs!

"Oh Christ ... cunny-babe! You're going to get a whole bucket of jism down your throat if you keep that up!" he lewdly hissed down at her face, clutching at her head with both of his hands and running his fingers through her short hair." Your daddy loves that cock-mouthing ... especially by girls who know how ...!"

Know how? Who knew better than she how to draw the warm male sperm out of the tip of a man's desire hardened cock with sucking lips and hot, caressing tongue? Experience! Nothing more ... except the lust-inflamed delight of doing it! And she had that delight! Sucking almost vampirishly as he stood there before her, slithering his huge, stiffened rod of delicious young cock flesh in growing, intoxicant heat further and further back toward her hungrily waiting throat!

She didn't know for certain whether she could take it there or not ... it was so thick ... but she wanted it! Yessss, shooting its first load of hot, sticky sperm almost straight down into her burning belly! She wanted that to let him know how much she loved and needed him ... as well as to taste and revel in his thick drenching cum ...! Oh God! The beautiful times they would have together! She knew he would lick and
suck her hot, insatiable cunt as no one ever had, and that was what she loved! His raging young cock inside her, yes ... sodomy in her rectum, whatever, but to tongue and love that vertical, hair-fringed mouth between her legs as it was supposed to be done! He would know how! He was a lover, and what a lover, she had thought as she gently pressured his sperm-bloated young balls and sucked his mouth-stuffing cock with
the gasping breaths of a girl swimming the channel! It slipped down into her eagerly swallowing throat, her mouth stretched wide with the hugeness of its long, thick hardness, the warmly pulsating head a raging ecstasy of near-choking enthrallment with every thrust!

And then, it came!

He clasped her head inside his big hands first, ramming that inhumanly, delectable cock down her wanting throat, and with her mouth stretched grotesquely, her maddening desire for him screaming through her with
insane passion, she had let him use her however he wanted!

His young, fire-filled hardness burst like a fire hydrant suddenly released! Flooding spasms of his scalding, thick cum which she could not swallow rapidly enough flooded her mouth in pungent, sticky joy! For a moment, she thought that from the very fact of his climax she could too, rubbing her naked thighs together to catch the tiny nub of her erect, quivering clitoris between her excitedly flushed, pussy- lips, but it hadn't happened. Instead, she sucked ... milked his young balls and swallowed the nectarous raciness of his hot and virile, sweet-tasting sperm, the slavish act lustfully stoking her own want out of all proportions!

And he had more than fulfilled her, but after she'd bathed him, stripping herself to get into the massive tub with him! There, after she'd soaped and indulged his whims numerous times, he'd taken to playing with her then wildly lust-hungering cunt, finally kissing and licking it with a knowing lover's knowledge before they finally ran into her bed ...!

God ... what had happened? For three days it'd been like some Greek-god orgy ... everything in bed, loving, eating, loving, drinking, loving ... and his fixes ... and that she would even contend with to keep him! Nothing else mattered but the two of them feeding each other's lust. Even her limited calendar of obligations she had neglected ... such as the setting for portrait sketches she'd made with the young artist whose smaller home was adjacent to her property. God, he'd been forgotten the moment she'd laid eyes on her Bo-Bo, his gangly frame and aquiline features which had taken her fancy, meaningless and lost in her new, pagan debauched world ...!

And now ... this! H-He was gone ... gone! And she'd been simply a moment in his life ...!

T-The bastard!

The voluptuous, nearly naked blonde beauty grasped her hat and frustrated threw it, the wide-brimmed affair skimming off onto the well-kept poolside, while the glass she held on her flat, tanned belly tipped into the water and began to find its way toward the bottom in a swaying, parachuting claim of buoyant gravity. Using her hands, she paddled toward the deck-side where her towel and little bell set side by side. She caught hold of the bell and gave it a vigorous ring, hoping that Manuel would answer rather than his devoted, buxom wife. It was times like these when she was filled with bitterness that tormenting someone offered her some sort of emotional vent.

Poor Manuel with his withered, game leg, how his dark, piercing eyes would light up with lecherous hunger at the sight of her exposed, naked breasts. At least, they always had, while she imagined the lustful thoughts tearing at his tormented brain. Why wouldn't they? He was only fifty, and she'd had men much older. It was cruel and she knew it, the way she would make the full, white mounds with their tiny, pink nipples ripple and sway with nonchalant, taunting movements, the sight of the uncontrollable stirring in the front of his trousers invariably bringing her wicked pleasure ... But she was to be denied that this time. It was Conchita who came hurrying toward her.

The lovable, jealous old bitch, Eve thought. She'd undoubtedly pictured the scene and decided ... probably snapped at her husband in Spanish, "You never mind, you old lecher! I will go. Your evil eyes have ogled
her shameful nakedness too much already!" And maybe that was so, because it was always the same with her after losing a lover ... this random vindictiveness.

"Yes, Miss Eve?" the buxom, black-haired woman questioned, her handsome, dark-eyed face emotionless.

"Bring me a gin-tonic, Conchita ... and tell Manuel I dropped a glass in the pool," Eve said, sitting up on the raft to let her long, shapely legs dangle in the water, her naked breasts swaying with the effort. "He can fish it out in the morning when he cleans it."

"Yes, ma'm."

"And ... tell me once more, Conchita, what did Mr. Garrett, our next door neighbor have to say yesterday when he came?"

"Well, he was quite put out, Miss Eve, that you hadn't called him," Conchita replied, her clear brown-eyes level with the wide, sultry green ones of her employer. "I-I told him you were ill, but at first thought you could still set for his sketches."

Eve smiled. "That was clever of you, Conchita. Was he angry when he left?"

"He didn't show it if he was. I believe he understood, Ma'm ... or at least, accepted my word for truth," her maid, cook, and priceless nurse of a half-dozen years replied, dropping her eyes. "But as you know, I don't like to tell lies."

Eve continued to smile. "Sometimes they're not only necessary, but pay dividends, Conchita," the near-naked, blonde girl advised. "For instance, there'll be a bonus included in your check this month. Now
... please get me my drink."

"Yes, Ma'm."

Eve absently watched her matronly stride as she moved away toward the house, her mind rapidly occupying itself with the young, Romanesque faced artist, whom, with his vivacious new wife of six months, she had
met at a cocktail party pre-Bo-Bo ... the day before, in fact. His rangy, awkward appearance belied his grace of movement, and there was a sensitivity in his hands as well as his eyes which more than just
appealed to her; it had sensuously excited her. At that very moment, she imaginatively sensed those gentle hands smoothing exploring, lovingly over her naked flesh ... and God knows, that was what she needed in the wake of the heartless, filthy animal she was actually well rid of ... damn him!

Besides, there had been something about that onyx-eyed, Dollie-pure wife of Kevin Garrett which had struck Eve as a challenge, and even more so now in her present state. Yes, she'd call the talented Mr.
Garrett this afternoon and offer her apologies. Perhaps, they could get together this evening for the first sketches, or tomorrow at the latest... He'd want daylight to work by, no doubt about that, she finally
reasoned ...

"Thank you, Conchita," Eve said, taking her drink from the offered tray, once more absently watching the other's silent, matronly departure. She wondered if Manuel still fucked her ... or if the pious, handsome-faced woman had ever sucked his cock. Probably not; she was too busy burning candles and hoarding  indulgences, though sometimes it was the saintly ones who fooled you, she well knew, like the effervescent Laura Garrett with the curvaceous young body and disgustingly chaste air.

Eve smiled calculatingly to herself, her suggestive, sensuous eyes gleaming as she sipped at her drink and gazed at the green, wooded area separating their properties. It should be fun, as well as sexually stimulating to compete with a younger broad and new wife for temporary control of the talented young husband's cock. It'd been a long time since she'd vented her wrath that way ...

She saw it then, loping easily through the wood toward her, open-jawed and long, pink tongue visible, the ears of its great head standing erect. He paused on the edge of her lawn staring at her and Eve's
breathing caught in her throat. A wolf! My God ...! But no, that was ridiculous! There were no wolves in Big Sur country! He was a dog ... German shepherd undoubtedly, the real depths of his beauty hidden
beneath the mud and filth dried over hi coat of fur. She heard him whimper, and he own breaths leveled off once more as he began to hesitantly move toward her.

The short-haired, blonde girl in her next to nakedness could only stare at the uninvited caller invading her privacy, her brain subconsciously drawing a crazy parallel between the cruel human-animal who had just
walked out on her and the handsome, bedraggled beast moving winningly across the lawn with undecided steps in her direction.

My God, he was huge ... and those eyes, glowing as if they contained all the wisdom of the wild ... yet, so pathetic ...!

"Well ... hello, stranger! Where did you come from ...?"