"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 ...!
"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 ...!
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