The Hungry Pet Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A warm sensation of pleasing arousal stirred hopefully in Kevin Garrett's anxious loins as he poured sherry for both his young curvy wife and himself. He couldn't help but wonder if his sketching
appointment with Eve Novack the next day had been the influential factor in causing Laura to do a complete about-face. Jealousy, maybe? Certainly, it wasn't in character for his beautiful, raven-haired honey to suggest he bring along the decanter, he elatedly mused, setting it on the table between them where they worked.

She smiled enticingly and raised her glass toward him. "Cheers,
darling."

"Cheers ..." he smiled.

She sipped while he took a swallow, not really savoring it. He preferred Scotch and water, but had figured she would really have made an issue of that ... drinking hard-stuff this early in the day, and so
on. Though the sherry was better than nothing to try and get things moving ...

"Mmmmmm ... that does taste good, Kevin ... sort of hits the spot, as the saying goes," she said, her large, onyx-eyes beginning to glow with a rare sparkle he too seldom saw in them. There was something undeniably erotic there, almost suggestive and promising.

Christ, could it be? Maybe he should strike while the iron was hot ... as another trite saying went! Not quite yet, of course, but once the wine began to peak her ... if she'd drink a few. To go through all the
cozy little dinner prelims just to stick to formula might well over do it. Besides, a twilight matinee in the sack could just hold some secret ingredient, the unknown quantity his luscious young wife needed to get her hot and running! Damn, there had to be some way, and this was as good a bet as any, considering the fact that he'd just about tried them all ...

"Are you really determined to do this portrait of Eve Novack, darling?" Laura questioned in a light tone, surprising him as she picked up a brush, her attention seemingly concentrated on her canvas.

"Why ... hardly determined, honey," he answered, managing to keep his voice as casual as hers. "It's just a commission ... certainly nothing pressing. You remember when she asked me if I'd consider it? We were at the Flemmings' cocktail thing ..."

"I remember it all distinctly, darling," Laura said, sipping at her sherry. "She reminded me of some sort of preying cat stalking her next meal ... and I'll wager she had a ravenous appetite ... sexually, that
is."

"Hey ... that's the second time you've come down heavy on her, baby," Kevin said, breaking into a grin. "Do I detect a twinge of jealousy in my loving little wife's voice?"

"Don't make fun of me, Kevin. Maybe ... maybe I am a little jealous ... or something. I don't know what it is, but I'm not ashamed of it," she said, her softly spoken, candid words very much moving him. "Anyway, it's not a mistrust of you, darling ... I want you to know that. It's just ... well . I realize that I-I am not the ... the most perfect girl in bed, or ... or even a poor facsimile, but ... but I'm beginning to
wish I were! And I'm really going to try ...!"

The slightest breath of air might have knocked him right off his stool, the young husband wildly thought as he listened with his lower jaw dropping to his vivaciously beautiful wife's admission, but it was her totally unexpected commitment which caused his penis to jerk urgently beneath his clothing. Beyond that, her almost child-like, apologetic air was tearing him apart!

He watched her pick up her wine glass and daintily drain it, then half-smile over at him. His stool nearly toppled like a rocket silo as he blasted off it, dropping onto his knees beside where she sat perched on her own, and possessively wrapping his long arms around the almost virginal softness of her curved young body to hug her tightly against him!

"Christ, baby! You're the most beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking female God ever made! You know that? You are ... you are! And He knows you don't have to ever be jealous, or worried, or any other damn thing when it comes to a guy named Kevin Garrett! You're that poor slob's whole life, baby, and all the Eve Novacks in the world lined up naked couldn't even begin to do to him what you do ... let alone seduce him! You hear me kitten? I mean that!"

"Oh darling, I know you do!" Laura excitedly gasped to his loving show of tender affection, slipping her arms around his neck and running her hands through his heavy shock of disheveled-appearing brown hair. "I-I didn't mean to upset you while you're working, Kevin. I-I shouldn't 've said anything.."

"Upset me? Baby, you just made my day ten-times more beautiful is all!" Kevin exclaimed, sensing his roused length of hardening penile flesh pulsing warmly in its growing, blood-filling state. He held her with arms encircled around her slender waist, and with his face looking up into and inches from her beautiful features, he smoothed his gaunt, warm hand over the rising swell of her soft belly. "And don't you ever worry about any other gal as far as this guy's concerned, little girl! You're holding all the claims! If you say no Eve Novack portrait, that's the way it is, baby! Just you and me! That's what matters, doll...!"

"Oh Kevin!" she whispered, almost sensually he thought, as her small, warm hands clasped on each side of his face and she raised it higher, implanting her lushly moistened lips wetly down onto his in a heated, tongue-teasing kiss, the kind he well knew she loved so much.

He played tongues soully with her, teasing and stabbing, locking, searching, caressing, their mouths filling with each other's slowly rising warmth. Christ, he couldn't remember her ever being so openly
keyed-up to this degree! His warm, exploring hand brushed over the full ripe mounds of her still brassiere covered breasts, yet he could still feel their tiny, hardened nipples straining beneath the wealth of material. She moaned incitedly into his mouth while her hands toyed in his thick, almost unruly hair and at the back of his neck. Goddamn, she was really hot all right, and getting more-so ... but was she ready? He'd seen her damn close to this point before and had it all fall flat! Kisses, gentle fondling, and hotly suggestive embraces were her love-world, but experience had taught him that once beyond them everything did a topsy-turvy! Even though she couldn't help it, and he had tried to understand that, how long could a red-blooded, all lusty male like himself put up with those sudden cold rebuffs, or her unhidden dutiful wife concept without waggling his hungering yard-arm in other directions?

He thought of Eve Novack on the telephone ... her torrid, provocative voice! Christ, Laura had her pegged to the letter! She may be hung-up with nun-concepts herself, but she could spot a sensuous woman with no difficulty ... and Miss Novack was well known to be that! He couldn't help but wonder if the sexy ex-starlet actually had such seducing thoughts in mind concerning him? Not that it mattered now ... he wouldn't keep their appointment. Hell no, not knowing the way Laura felt ... but it was the fact that she'd come right out and told him that was firing him like a goddamned young bull! Then: "And I'm really going to try ...!" She'd said that, her voice all choked with meaningful emotion, the sound of her hesitant, truthful tone unlike anything he'd ever heard from her!

That was all he wanted! For her to try! Christ, it was unbelievable that with her normal, exquisite young body ... the goddamned mind-twisting beauty of her naked loveliness that she couldn't get with it!
She wasn't still sixteen, and her parents were long gone out of her life ... all of the bitterness which had caused her hang-ups. She'd done four-years at an uninhibited college, associated with girl classmates whose morals were far from being top-grade, and Christ, he ought to know! Hadn't he fucked her roommate for two days straight before the wanton little bitch had introduced her to Laura? That was
how he had finally met her ...!

"Look, darling, I know you don't like wine. So why don't you mix yourself a Scotch and water ... and while you're at it, make one for me, too?"

Kevin gaped up at her. She still held his head while he embraced her. Then, she hotly kissed him. After, he managed: "Now ... now, you're talking my language, angel! And I'll agree, providing ... providing you don't move from this spot so that I can come back in and make love to you ..."

"This way?" she interrupted, those glimmering lights in her eyes like tiny, ignited fires. "Wouldn't you rather have me slip into something ... more comfortable, as that well-worn saying goes?"

Kevin swallowed tightly. He couldn't believe it! "Hell!" he gasped, if it comes to that, I'd prefer you slip out of everything and just come back to sit here!"

"Kevin!" she laughed, her hands continuously stroking his head. "You don't really want me that ... that wanton, do you ...?"

"Why not? You're my wife ... and ... and we're in our own home, and ... we love each other! Hell yes, I want you that way ... completely naked and beautiful in the state you were made for me! Is that so bad? Is it ...?"

"No, darling, it isn't ... and one day soon, maybe, but ... but give this frustrated wife of yours a chance, will you?" Laura half-whispered delighted with the pleasureful sensations of expectancy sweeping
excitedly through her, and trying desperately not to do anything to destroy her flimsy intoxication.

She had never felt quite so immoral as she did at that moment. And she couldn't help but believe that thoughts of Eve Novack were playing an important part in shaping her feelings ... which was good! God, she undoubtedly needed something of this nature if she were ever to crash her hung-up barriers, as Kevin called them, and become a real wife! There was no question any longer in her young mind but what the bed, in sensual love-making was where a wife kept her husband! Or even the floor, a couch, the front or back-seat of their car ...! Just to love and let one's self freely go. That was it! There wasn't any shame, she continually reminded herself. This was the way she was made ... meant to be ... a physical lover for the wonderful man kneeling on the floor beside her with his arms embracingly holding her, his warm, sensitive hands stroking over the tingling fullness of her excitedly swelling
breasts!

"Y-You go make us a couple of Scotches with water, darling ... and I'll change," Laura suggestively whispered. "We've both worked enough for one day ... besides, your little kitten wants to play with the cat-nip!"

She gently pressed him away, pleased with her cute word-teasing statement, the undeniable thrills of heated anticipation growing provocatively down between her thighs. God, she was getting wet there!
The narrow strip of her sheer, nylon panties actually felt soaked as it brushed against the puffy softness of her curl-fringed vaginal lips.

She stood and he slowly, did the same, his hands never leaving her upper body. He said nothing, simply enfolded her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hot tongue raping her mouth in sensual bliss! She clung to him, returning his kiss fervently, wild emotions the likes of which she had never fully given herself to soaring with an erotic drunkenness that seemed to permeate and excite her whole body.

"You go ahead, baby! I'll make our drinks!" he finally gasped, raising his warm, loving mouth from hers.

"Not too strong, darling ..."

"No ... no, don't worry!" he whispered, his hands smoothing down over the fleshy moons of her firmly rounded buttocks, clasping them and drawing her tighter against his rapidly hardening loins. "It'll be just right ... just go ahead and do what you were going to ...!"

Laura sensed a quiver of growing erotic delight ripple upward over her. She couldn't help but think about it. Was it excitement without dread ...? Maybe just a little bit of repulsion at the way he was so
lustfully clutching at her buttocks? She thought of him trying to use her ... thrusting his hardened maleness up between her defenselessly spread legs ...! No ... no! Not her darling ... not Kevin! He loved her with his whole heart, and she had to rid herself of these terrible ...!

"Go ahead, baby! I'll make the drinks ...!"

"Okay ... okay. I'll be back in a few minutes, Kevin ..."

"Take your time! Take all the time you need, angel! I'll be waiting for you!" he enthusiastically exclaimed, backing off with a little dancing jog and clapping his hands together in a gesture he could never remember making in his life.

Laura smiled, sensing an almost maternal feeling sweeping deliciously through her. God, she didn't need any babies ... he was all of that as well as lover ... the fulfillment of everything in a man she'd ever dreamed of. Then, she said: "I'm going to shower, darling. I'll be a little while."

"I-l won't make the drinks for ten minutes or so," he said. I'll just give the studio a little house-cleaning ... and think about you ..."

Laura knew that her smile, as well as the unconcealable depths of her erotic excitement was visible in her eyes and the expression on her face. She even felt as if she were swaying her buttocks alluringly as
she left the room! And for once, she didn't try to control the roll of her hips, the rippling feel of her rounded, fleshy buttocks which he had to be watching causing thrilling sparks of additional delight to
race through her like the drunkish feel of too much wine! And certainly, she hadn't drunk that much in one glass! No! No! What she was experiencing was the inflamed beauty of love ... yes, sexual
anticipation ... the very intoxicant Kevin had insisted would someday sweep her up, and it had!

Ooohhh ... he was so far beyond anything she deserved, putting up with her as long as he had, Laura thought, brushing the bedroom door closed behind her and beginning to remove her clothing. There had been other girls for him and she knew it. Her own roommates in school, she felt certain, he'd slept with ... probably more, but she didn't and had never felt bad about that. After all, her roommate had introduced them! From that point, he had been on her doorstep nightly ... and she waiting for him.

It was written in the cards, wasn't it, Laura thought, smiling at the inadequate phrase she'd thought of as she quickly shed her clothes and walked nakedly across the room. They'd loved each other from the
beginning, yet, she couldn't help but wonder what his thoughts might have been had he really known the nature of the girl he'd fervently kissed and whispered his love to. The poor darling ... and what a dream he'd been all through her shamefully inhibited sexual performances. Well ... this time it was going to be different! It was! Because she was determined to make it so! Laura Barkley was dead! A new girl, one with real desire, had slipped into her body!

She went to her closet to get a robe and abruptly decided against it. Why should she? She was in her own bedroom, her own home, and with no one but her own husband to walk in on her. If she were really going to try, the unnecessary modesty routines she had been clinging to in front of her husband had better be the first to go! And damn, didn't it feel deliciously thrilling to walk around naked, though?

Laura smiled to herself as she thought of the way her words and tone of voice had quickly brought Kevin to her on his knees. It had delighted her to see the unhideable glimmer of lust turn-on in him. For a moment, she stood there purposely leading her mind along lewd paths. She visualized him standing by and watching her ... and she would climb onto the bed, offering him a sensual view of swayingly hardened breasts, and completely naked buttocks with a fleeting peek at her curl-fringed vaginal-lips ...!

The naked young wife realized then that she was flushing a deep scarlet at her own thoughts and she easily wiped them from her mind. She moved quickly into the bathroom trying to ignore the shame her lurid mental pictures had unwantedly brought. She tucked her wealth of black hair inside the shower-cap and as she did so, her dark-eyes caught sight of her own sensuously white curves reflecting nakedly in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, an unfamiliar little sensation of desire rippling over her shapely young body.

Damn, she did have an enviable figure ... if only she could blend the necessary sensuality to go with it, she confusedly thought, admiring er firm young curves, the fullness of her breasts with their tiny,
berry-like nipples, and the narrowness of her hand-span waist. She let her eyes trail down over the generous, sweeping arch of her hips into the long, white columns of fully rounded thighs and calves. She couldn't deny that there was something hedonistically fascinating in the ivory-like outline her swim-suit halter left across the resilient mounds of her firm, uptilted breasts and cupping at her smoothly ovalled buttocks ... nor the milky-white of her hips and lower tummy where the silken triangle of sparse, coal-black curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little pubic mound and vaginal lips, which at that moment was inspiring an unusual tingling at the base of her soft, flat belly.

Again, she smiled to herself, pleased at the aroused stimulation she was experiencing. She stepped into the shower stall and quickly regulated the water, the finely spraying needles against her naked,
satin-soft flesh, adding to her sensations. But though rare, to reach this point of arousal wasn't unique for her, the almost desperately trying young wife reasoned ... it was what inevitably must follow which
rapidly destroyed her erotic illusions ... that moment of truth when he nakedly crawled between her obscenely widespread legs and hung there above her committing the animalish act of probing at her sensitive, cringing vaginal mouth, then the actual thrusting of its heavy hardness up into her!

God! Would she ever be able to overcome that horrible feel of total debasement? Oh, she had to ... had to! But already, just the mere thought was like being doused with iced water, her excitement of just
seconds before lost in an uncontrollable rising wave of nauseous disgust ... oh, God, she had to now ... simply had to! After committing herself and leading him on ... but ... but ...!

*  *  *

Kevin hummed to himself as he swept through their studio like a diligent Mr. Clean, though his infused mind was far from concentrating on the task at hand. He could still barely believe that it was all
shaping up to perfection ... and right in the middle of the afternoon! Christ, his cock felt as if it were a foot long, and anything but comfortable, imprisoned inside his tight shorts. He glanced at his
watch ... five minutes had passed. Hell, enough of this crap ... he'd go make the drinks ...!

He poured Scotch over ice into two glasses, checked Laura's and decided to add to it. She probably would have only the one and he wanted it to carry some weight. On second thought, he took another glass and poured a healthy shot of the raw liquor into it, then tilted it up to gulp it away. A little reinforcement in his own department was in order, too. Damn, he intended to make this the most beautiful and fulfilling love session for her that any gal ever dreamed of, which, unless he missed
his guess, was going to require all the staying-power he could muster. With that lust-firing thought in mind, the young husband spilled a second bracer into the glass and did away with that, the thought
striking him that this afternoon was actually going to be the real consummation of their marriage and their love for each other. All that had gone before was merely a semester of educating ... preparation for this, the final exam ...!

His watch indicated that nearly fifteen minutes had passed ... damn; what was she doing, anyway? He'd expected her to come back out ... or at least, call him ... or could she just be waiting there for him to
bring the drinks in ...? He added water to their Scotches, sneaked a third short quickie for himself, and with a little tune absently winding through his stirred mind, hummed his way toward their bedroom.

Palming both glasses in one hand, Kevin opened the door with: "Fuller Brush Man! Madam, I'd like to introduce you to a new product we've ..." He stopped short, hearing his voice trailing off into silence as he saw her lying face down on the bed, a yellow robe drawn up over her. She lay with her face buried in the pillow, her naked arms shielding it, long raven hair strewn about like a soft, silken veil. Christ! She was crying!

A sinking sensation gripped at the young husband's lower belly. He sensed his swollen cock give a hurtful lurch as he set their drinks on her dressing table and approached the bed, his brain racing in a
combination of concern and beginning anger. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, gently laying his hand on her back, me thin material of her robe enough to let him know she was wearing little or nothing beneath.

"Wh-What's wrong, baby? What happened to you ...?" he half-whispered, struggling to keep his voice calm, the very sound of it, added to his touch, raising a cringing shudder from her, accompanied by increased sobs.

"Oh ... oh Kevin ... I-I just can't help it!" she garbled, her words hardly distinguishable to him, but enough to let him know that nothing had changed, that their little party was about to take its miserably
familiar, goddamned course! "I-I just can't give myself willingly to ... to what you expect of me ... believe me, darling, I've tried so hard ...! Oh, I have ... but ... but it's no use ...!"

"Now, wait a minute, baby," Kevin almost pleaded, still trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. "Christ, it has to be something fixed crazily in your mind, and ... and whatever it is, I know we can
overcome it if we go at it sensibly ... at least, discuss it, Laura ...!"

"Can't you understand, Kevin? God, I don't want to discuss it ... even think about it!" she blurted into her pillow, her face still buried and hidden from him. "It makes me sick, actually ill everytime I feel your ... your thing worming around in me there ... like an animal ... while I have to lay helpless ... oh God! Is that what you call love ...?"

Her admissions spewed at him in undeniable repugnance was at first like a knife twisting in his guts, stunning him for a moment as he sat there gaping down at her. Automatically, he began to soothingly stroke her back through the thin, diaphanous robe, and again she recoiled beneath his touch. It was that final added insult to injury which unleashed the boiling anger inside him, though Laura hardly realized it yet from the controlled level of his enraged voice.

"So ... another replay of the same old record ... that's what you're handing me, right?" he put to her, gaining his feet and beginning to unbutton his shirt, the liquor he had. rapidly drunk churning hotly in
his infuriated belly and blood-stream.

"My God ... is that all you can ever say to me?" Laura sobbingly threw at him, rolling partially onto her side to show her tear-stained face, as well as the whitely exposed mound of one lush, rounded breast ... he saw that she was naked at least down to her hips, the sight of her smooth-textured flesh like a thousand tiny needles of fire jabbing at his fuming loins. "Please ... leave me alone. I've a terrible headache coming on ..."

"Baby, you've got a hell of a lot more than that coming on!" Kevin hissed through tightly clenched teeth, his lips drawn harshly back. He practically tore the shirt off himself and dropped his pants all in one movement that caused Laura to raise her head and gasp out.

"Wh-What do you think you're doing ...?"

"That ought to be pretty obvious even to you!" he spat, kicking off shoes and socks, then unceremoniously shoving his white, cotton shorts down off his lean hips to expose the long swollen hardness of his angry cock poling out from his hair-covered loins, his heavy balls swinging bullishly between his lank, sinewy thighs.

"K-Kevin ... my God, please ... I told you I have a headache ...!" Laura choked, her widened dark eyes jerking upward from the unwelcomed sight of his lewdly exposed genitals in their obscene primed state to the wildly angered expression on his face.

"You're going to have a migraine in your cunt in a minute!" he pitilessly snarled, suddenly reaching down to snatch the robe away, revealing her completely naked young body to his now almost violently
maddened eyes. "And it's high fucking time you did ...!

"Oh ... oh no you don't!" Laura bitterly cried out, trying to roll away from him, her arms and legs flailing, but he caught her roughly and threw her face down once more onto the bed, slapping her a stinging crack across her nakedly exposed buttocks. "Ooohhh!" she blurted in hurt shock.

"You try that again and I'll slap you silly, damn you!" Kevin warned, his tone cutting sharp. "I've had it, baby ... all I can stomach of your goddamned hang-ups! You may hate me from here on out, but that
can't be much worse than what you call loving! I'm going to fuck you without mercy, little wifey dear, and there isn't one frigging thing you can do about it but spread your snooty little ass and take it!"

"Oh ... oohhh, my God, Kevin ... please ...?" the absolutely stunned and horrified Laura whimpered as she lay there forcibly on her stomach, feeling him roughly spreading her legs apart and wedging between them. "Please ... oohhh, at least let me turn over if ... if you've got to do it ...!"

"What? And have to watch my big brutal cock worming into your precious little cunt-hole? Don't be silly, Mrs. Garrett! I wouldn't want you to get any sicker than you are!" Kevin scathingly sneered down at her naked, helplessly spread body beneath him. "Besides, bitch, this is the way we animals fuck ... from behind ...!"

The Hungry Pet Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Had she wanted to, Eve couldn't rid herself of the constant parallels which her sensually roused brain continued to draw between the German shepherd, Stranger and the young hippy, Bo-Bo. It was almost as if she were reliving the first of their past three days ... except that from the beginning with Bo-Bo it had been an understood, debauched magnetism, nothing more. Now she could face the fact by comparison that the filthy human creature had been so much less than an animal, while the handsome dog sitting on the inlaid tile of her bathroom floor staring warmly at her was far superior to most, maybe all men she'd ever known! And there was only love between them! That was the beautiful part of it all! Nothing more than warm affection and a love which knew no physical lust ... love that was growing in leaps and bounds to tie them closer and closer together!

No, she would never, never be lonely again, the curvaceous ex-starlet thought thrillingly as she happily slipped out of her bikini while she watched her new male, animal-companion with smiling, possessive eyes! God, he was so handsome, and already, she loved him so much!

"Darling, right now I wish you could talk," Eve said, excitedly looking down at where he sat watching her. "And I would ask you: how do you like me all naked and standing before you, baby? And ... and you would answer: you're beautiful, Eve! I've never seen anyone, or anything as beautiful as you are! Yes, you would ... I can see it in your eyes, you devil!" she gasped, running to him and dropping onto her knees to hug his great neck, her resiliently out-thrusting breasts and rounded, full buttocks deliciously dancing and rippling with inner-sensuous feeling. Then, she kissed him between the eyes, his cool, wet nose brushing against the sensitive, erogenous flesh between her breasts, the sensation of his unexpected, kissing tongue warmly caressing her there causing a wild chill to tremor up her back.

"Why ... why, you young lecher! You kissed me!" Eve hissed, leaning back and holding his massive head between her small hands, the expression of delight brightening her already joy-incited face openly
apparent to Stranger.

He had never known anything quite like these surroundings, or the golden-haired girl who was so lovingly kind to him. The sweet taste of her naked body lingered on his tongue, and the warmth of her hands and arms when she held him inspired heated sensations in his animal loins that he was not familiar with. At first, he had not known, but now he did. He liked them, and very much loved the sight, smell, and taste of her nakedness. He could not help but whimper when she hugged, or kissed
him, or when the warm, soft smoothness of her human body rubbed against his. No, he had never known any person like her, for she was so pleasing to his eyes, and the sounds she made unquestionably kind to his ears. But there was more which he did not yet understand, and he ached deep inside because of it! Yet he instinctively knew that she would somehow make this hurt go away, for she was his new mistress, so pleasing to look at and with gentled, loving voice! This was where he
belonged ...!

Eve swiveled away from him, crawling on her knees in her incited white nakedness to the sunken tub and opening the faucets to the proper temperature. God, she thought, she'd never been as thrilled with the idea of bathing anyone of the bastards she'd slept, lived with and supported! What was this grand thing intoxicatingly sweeping her up, anyway? He was only a dog! But ... but what a dog ... and her dog now ... her lovable, faithful companion, protector, and ... and ... and what, Eve?

She refused at that moment to acknowledge the maddening thoughts of lurid sensual ideas which were trying to steal into her mind. Instead, she climbed down into the sunken tub where aromatic foam was rapidly rising from the bubble-bath powder and the spilling streams of water.

"Come on, darling! In here! Oh yes, you are! Now, come on!" she insisted as his ears dropped, almost flattened to his head while he stared at her, reluctantly inching across the floor. "Come on! You're
going to get right in here for Eve to give you a real bath! Now, come here and get in!"

She couldn't help but laugh and splash, feeling like a child with a new toy as she watched him hesitantly inch closer, his grand ears still close to his massive head, but as if knowing there was no escaping. God, she would never remember feeling so gay in her whole life as she giggled and threw suds at his face, then realizing it was that white foam which was frightening him off.

"It's no use, darling! You can't get away! Eve's going to give you a bath, and not only that, you're going to have one every day! So you might as well get used to it!"

Of course, he had edged close enough for her to grasp his fore paw, and eventually she had drawn him in, but always with cooing little tones which seemed to lessen his fright ... until he stood stolidly in the
huge, sunken tub and she could joyfully move all around him, soaping him with great billows of suds and kissing him on the nose every time she thought of it! On her knees, and then with legs stretched out widespread with him between, she washed and loved him, his grand, glowing eyes never losing their warmth for her and she knew it.

Finally, she drained the tub and turned on the shower, hugging his neck and whispering not to be afraid, all he needed to keep him standing fast beside her. And then, turning off the shower, she took the soap bar and proceeded to do what she might have had in her mind from the start, she realized ... beginning to wash his huge, animal genitals!

God, had it been a man, one of her ugly leeches, that would have been the first place she would have washed! But this beautiful darling ... and he stood unmoving while she did it, her hand filled with suds as she smoothed it strokingly back and forth over the unhidden length of his sheathed, animal penis and huge, hanging testicles... except, as she continued to patiently wash, something happened right before her eyes! The tip of his long scarlet cock began to emerge from its concealing protection, more and more as she gently suds-ed it with slow, rhythmic massaging strokes, her breath suddenly catching in her throat while she watched the exciting phenomenon! God, it was huge! But in all truth, she'd known that already by the hard feel of it in her hand!

Suddenly, he whimpered, and she realized that she was teasing him, or at least goading him, and with no place for him to go. It was cruel ... it was ... but the feel of his cock in her hand so long and thick was sending insane vibrations through her... and after all, he was only an animal ... her animal now ... and she needed him for what she needed him for!

"Oh ... oh, goddamn you, Bo-Bo! I hope they send you to prison for a hundred years ...!" Eve venomously hissed, the hot, hard feel of Stranger's long, thick-fleshed hardness firing her loins and lustfully concentrating mind with an uncontrollable longing for the filthy junkie's huge, pleasure-bringing cock.

God, she had to get some sort of hold on herself! She was well rid of that hair-faced hippie ... and she could still use her fingers down between her legs ... it wouldn't be the first time, nor undoubtedly the
last! Quickly, she rinsed away the soapy lather from Stranger's patiently unmoving body and climbed from the tub with him following close behind. Not bothering with her own wetness, she took a big, soft towel and began to dry him before he broke into one of his vigorous shaking spasms and drenched the room.

"There, darling!" she said, smiling and trying to recapture their private mood of moments before as she nakedly knelt there, moving around on her knees while she toweled him dry, her whitely glistening
breasts and buttocks rippling provocatively from the exertion.

She was in front of his face when it happened, catching her unaware, his warm, moist tongue quickly darting out to brush hotly against her cheek! Reflexively, Eve drew her face back away, surprised, yet not repelled. In fact, the loving wet contact sent a new sensation fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, once more taking his big, handsome head between her small hands. He had kissed her! There was no question about it! The fervent glimmer in his guileless eyes gave him away!

Slowly, the curvaceous naked girl leaned forward, holding his face tenderly, then nearly breathless, she parted her lushly moistened lips with her tiny pink tongue ...! Eagerly, his longer one gently licked
out and touched the tip of it in a fiery, desire-smoldering caress!

Eve couldn't move! Had a human lover kissed her so passionately on the lips, or licked out at her excited little tongue with his, she could never have felt it more intensively. Again, he did it, until she
realized that she was exchanging feverish, tonguing caresses with him, and then he whimpered, the almost pleading sexual tone racing erotically through her. For a moment, she wasn't certain but what she was losing whatever moral stability she might still have! She had never known more wildly provocative sensations of desire than those raging now up between her legs, upwards into the very secret depths of her fire-filled belly!

Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to her as she crawled to the soft thickness of the shagged rug and rolled nakedly over on it. She lay lewdly on her back with trembling thighs spread partially open, her finger tips racing upward over the satin-smoothness of her stomach to the sensuously swollen mounds of her breasts. They found the tiny pink nipples which had already raised into little marbles of hardness and teasingly fondled them, while her hotly glowing eyes searched the face of the massive animal moving toward her!

Stranger felt the throbbing quiver of his loins from the torrid craving his new mistress' hotly smoldering eyes transmitted to him. His heart pounded unknowingly in his chest at the sight of the nakedly rounded curves of her body stretched out on the floor before him and he paused to stare hungrily down at her.

Eve's breathing came unevenly as she watched the great animal intently surveying her up between her obscenely spread thighs. God, it wasn't too late! She could still stop him ... come back to her senses! And then, he was beside and above her, lowering his head to lick out with his hot, wet tongue over the smooth flesh of her softly quivering belly!

Oh God! Yes! Yes, it was way too late!

Again, she felt the gentle delight of its wetly curling length and she raised her head to watch him licking upward over the small rounded tummy of her flattened belly! Higher and higher he came, until at last
he was licking the smooth, sensitive undersides of her passion-swelling breasts, ever licking upward over them to their almost passionately bursting little nipples!

"Ooooooh ... you darling brute!" she moaned shamelessly aloud as his eager tonguing caresses licked wetly at the pinkly throbbing tips again and again, sending maddening charges of a new and foreign animal desire whipping wildly through her nakedly spread body.

Her lust-clouded mind was blanking to everything but the lewdly rising sensations his hotly licking tongue-tip rippling over the naked mounds of her whitely heaving breasts was creating within her! She heard him whimper from deep in his great, animal throat, her impassioned gaze fixed on his incredibly seductive love-making. Then, his warm brown eyes raised to meet hers, their candent glow level with her own. She waited, not speaking, not moving, only intensely breathing through parted, gasping lips, and he moved upward to lick them also ...!

Boiling animal-blood pounded through Stranger's powerful body as once more he tasted the delicate essence of the naked woman's heat on her lips and fire-tipped tongue. With his own, he whiningly flicked back at the tiny, pink member darting from her opened mouth, licking and tasting its wet sweetness while faint mewling sounds purred from beyond it. He saw that her eyes had closed as she lay there beneath him, impassionedly returning caress for caress, his confused animal instincts driving him on unlike anything he had ever experienced! Something hurtful throbbed in the weight of his heavy, now sperm-laden testicles and he whimpered as he backed away from her ...!

Abruptly, his kisses had stopped and Eve opened her eyes to see him moving down between her legs! Her excited breathing quickened as she lewdly spread her knees farther apart for him! Lifting her head, her brain madly whirling, the nakedly inflamed blonde watched him poise his head above the nakedly quivering vaginal slit between her open thighs! God, would he do it to her ... would he lick her naked pussy ...? She heard her own guttural little whine when he slowly lowered his face, his hot animal breath taunting the sparse blonde pubic curls there! Then, his cool, wet nose brushed against the hot white flesh of her soft inner thighs ... and finally, against the thin hair-lined lips of her eagerly waiting pussy crevice! She heard his whimper then as he sniffed, and she waited in frantically growing passion!

"D-Don't be afraid, baby!" Eve began to huskily coo down at him, pulling her legs up and back, wildly trying to persuade him to go further. "Go ahead, I-lover... do it for Eve! She wants you to ... oh, how she wants you to sniff it and lick it for her ...!"

She couldn't hold back her sudden gasp when she felt his damp nose graze wetly against the tiny puckered ring of her upturned anus! She hadn't expected that!

"Oh God!" she blurted the moment his tongue snaked up between her luridly exposed buttocks to wormingly lick up and down the smooth, white-fleshed valley surrounding her snug little anal mouth, the tip exploringly burrowing into its tightly clasped, baby-like lips!

How long that obscenely blissful titillation went on, Eve wasn't certain, for she'd suddenly lost track of time! Only that his forbidden animal-loving never stopped was all that mattered!

She felt his searing, wet lavings bringing him to the narrow pink crevice partially hidden by her cunt-lips. A delectable shiver rippled over her naked curves as he drew the burning wetness of his long, thick tongue upward over the full length of her vibrantly hot cunt, from her dampened little anus, tracingly along the thin, hair-lined edges of her desire-swollen vaginal lips to the tiny bud of her now excitedly jerking clitoris. Again, he did it, this time his lengthy, fire-filled tongue licking through the outer lips of her desire-moistened pussy like a hot knife through butter! It didn't stop, but continued splaying wide the wetly sizzling cunt-flesh, at last lunging in a sudden wildly deep curl far up into the clutching heat of her greedily craving vagina! Eve moaned, spasming with the unknown, erotic ecstasy beneath his oral loving, her sensuously glazed eyes looking down between her breasts and salaciously feeding on the obscene, forbidden spectacle they deliciously made together!

"Oh ... ooohhh, God ... she would cum a dozen times, the voluptuous naked girl groaned from the intense sensations his long, thick tongue was spiraling through her eager young body. Her gasping moans increased, her shamelessly ignited brain slipping deeper and deeper into a new and obscenely debauched world she hungrily welcomed! Again and again his beautiful scorching tongue licked hungrily through her wide-split vaginal and anal crevice. At its peak, it invariably hesitated, then flicked hotly up into the burning liquid flesh to instinctively tease at the palpitating bud of her tiny, erect clitoris, fanning the hotly growing flames inside her like a renegade wind!

On and on and on it went, with Eve losing all relation to time, her first orgasm sweeping over her like an unexpected hurricane, the explosion bursting deep in the intricate depths of her screaming loins
and belly in an unequaled fierceness to overwhelm her at last with velvety waves of tingling, pleasureful joy she felt to the very tips of her fingers and toes! And the heated flow of her teeming orgasmic release only seemed to spur her whimpering animal-lover on as his excitedly laving tongue licked wildly through her wetly spasming cuntal flesh, until she was moaning and squirming insanely beneath it!

"Ooohhh ... my lover!" she gutturally wailed as he lunged the long, thick measure of hot animal-flesh with a lust-teasing curl ever deeper up into the feverishly clutching channel of her burning vaginal
passage. "Ooohhh ... God, lover ... it's so beautiful when you lick my pussy! Oh, where have you been all ... all my life? D-Don't stop ... please ... don't ever stop ...!" Eve exclaimed in her unquenchable,
naked hunger. She thrillingly watched her soft sensuous curves ripple and squirm beneath his unbelievable cunt-licking, suddenly wishing she had Bo-Bo's huge, filthy cock fucking brutally into her mouth at the same time! God, she'd suck him dry ... make him squirt his hot, creamy jism again and again down her throat, just the scalding feel of it causing her to cum and cum as it obscenely pumped deep into her mouth and belly!

"Oh damn ... damn! We're going to do this every day, Stranger darling! Agghhh ... yesss ... lick it for Eve, baby! Like that ... like that ... way up inside! Tongue-fuck her, precious!" she obscenely goaded,
lifting her feverishly simmering loins and ass-cheeks higher up to the incessance of his hotly licking animal-mouth! "Ooohhh ... further, baby, furtherrrr! S-Shove your hot tongue up Eve's cunt as far as you can ...!"

Helpingly, she reached down between her widespread thighs, grasping his furry head to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly palpitating cuntal channel! His firebrand tongue raced up into the warmly seething hole like a white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he lashed and tongued-fucked the smooth blood-tingling cunt walls with a growing skill no man had ever shown her!

"Auuugghhh ... you're flipping Eve, you beautiful cunt lover!" she passionately hissed, head raised and eyes licentiously gaping. The lustfully intoxicating sight of their obscene act was nearly bending
her mind to a point beyond any human reason! Ooohhh ... if only she had, Bo-Bo's huge, hardened cock in her mouth to complete their lewd, obscene orgy ...!

Stranger felt his loins and flanks throbbing heavily from the liquid female heat his mistress' hotly flowing vaginal hole. He sensed a stronger fire burning inside her than when he had first begun to lick
between her legs, and its intensity made the blood pound furiously through his body. He had never known this affection he felt for her with any other human. The whiteness of her soft smooth flesh and the heated odor she generated from the thin, hair-fringed slit up between her legs made him know a fierceness of desire which urgently excited him!

The hot, pink flesh of her mating hole in its flowing wetness was communicating through his tongue a wild sensation which he had never before known to this extent, not even with bitches of his own kind! He almost felt as if he were doing a wrong, and the knowledge of that made him instinctively feel a new ferocity, the axis of which was centered in his heavily laden testicles below ...!

Drawing her long, naked legs up and back even further until her knees flattened the fully rounded mounds of her breasts, Eve fucked back and fell into a rhythmic tempo of sensual gasps beneath the handsome animal's tongue licking and fucking hotly up into her passion-inflamed cunt. She rolled her head from side to side to the lurid cadence, still holding his big, furry head tight between her lewdly upraised thighs. Her brain had become a mirror reflecting Bo-Bo's massive, hardened cock, thrusting into her hungrily sucking mouth while Stranger lapped the maddening fire from her insanely blazing loins and belly. She lifted her head again to watch ... and it was then that she again caught sight of it!

The blonde ex-starlet in her lewdly sprawled voluptuousness, sensed her sultry eyes widening at the obscenely glistening spectacle of Stranger's thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long, hair covered
sheath ... wet and hard, the fiery tapered end slipping and dancing rhythmically beneath as it continued to slide slowly out of its fleshy concealment! God ...! She leaned to one side, gaping at it! Was it
possible?

A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism raged through her naked, lust-charged body, an obscene unholy urge which fascinated the sex-hungry girl in its wild debased lewdness alone! His cock ... it was beautiful ...! Bo-Bo's nor any of her husbands' or lovers' had ever looked more tempting to her ... and this handsome animal brute really loved her with devotion! Oh damn ...! It even seemed longer and thicker than any she had ever seen ... even Bo-Bo's, if that were possible ... different in contour with its beveled tip, but its very difference from that of a man adding to her relentlessly building desire!

For a long emotion-tight moment, Eve stared at the big dog's wetly gleaming hardness, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the sensually infusing sight of it! The depravity of
her intentions never concerned Eve ... only how she was going to accomplish it! In fact, it was the absolute sordidness of the act which was spurring her recklessly on! But how ... and would he let her?

Relentlessly, the great German shepherd licked at her wildly seething cunt, his searing, wet tongue slithering again and again over the tiny, erect bud of her fire-filled clitoris! Wicked thrills of unnatural
desire burned in Eve's obscenely set mind, adding to those his scorching tongue was incessantly stroking to life in her lewdly upraised vagina. How? How ... how... how?

"Stranger ... darling ... ooohhh ... you loveable sweetheart!" Eve mewled, trying to raise higher and stroke his huge head nuzzled obscenely between her widespread thighs and nakedly exposed ass-cheeks. Oh damn ...! She could clearly see his tongue splaying through the wetly glistening, flesh between her hair-fringed cunt-lips! He'd spread them open until they appeared to smile in their desire-swollen ravishment! Her inner, smooth-walled pussy-flesh sparkled up at her, its blondly surrounding curls damply matted, the entire lewdly exciting scene hungrily feeding the salacious flames raging inside her! Her naked breasts quivered sensuously in her giddy excitement as she continued to squeeze tightly at his big, furry head ...! "Stranger ... baby ... lie down! Lie down, darling! Eve wants to ... to lick and suck you, too! Please, precious ... lie down and roll over!" she urgently whispered, her throat raspy with tension. "Do it, Stranger! Lie down ... do. Eve can make you happy! I'll even put my pussy where you can lick it all you want to, lover! Come! Do it ... lie down and roll over, Stranger ...!"

Eve's brain raced in reckless delirium as she slowly eased herself forward, not wanting to upset or destroy what she already had ... but only to add to it! She raised to her knees as the big German shepherd, confused, backed away from the wetly seething inferno between her open thighs. He looked displeased, but Eve didn't hesitate. For her, there was no stopping now! She whispered in gentle tones, at the same time brushing her soft hand lovingly over him, her eyes fixed on the solid length of the long scarlet cock hanging below his belly ...!

Stranger watched his new mistress raise up and move toward him, his abrupt disappointment and perplexity mounting ... yet, she continued to coo in soft sounds at him. Once more she gave the command he recognized and reluctantly he obeyed, lying down ...

His unhappy whimpers vibrated through Eve as she saw his huge, hardened cock withdrawing back into its fur-lined sheath. He lay down onto the rug, stretching out and finally. responding when she continued to whisper: "Roll over, lamb ... you won't be unhappy for long! That's it ... darling ... ooohhh ... that's just fine ...!" In mindless excitement, Eve crawled and obscenely positioned herself so that her
wetly exposed cunt was inches from his animal-face, and less when she drew her nakedly trembling thighs back! She eased forward, lewdly placing herself so that her desire-thrilled face was directly above the opening of his massive cock-sleeve where the big, scarlet rod in all its beautiful hardness had vanished.

Frenzied emotions of animal-like anticipation swept through the sensuously blinded girl! The obscene thought alone of the lewd, sinful act she was about to perform with an animal of another species was
driving her wild with salacious desire! Gently, she moved her arched hips toward his big, animal-face, wantonly spreading her thighs as she lovingly took his head ... She lay, breathing heavily on her side, with one long leg lifted while she guided his nose gently in toward the pungent, wet heat of her throbbing pussy. Immediately, she felt his thick, lengthy tongue lash out at the still hotly palpitating crevice between her thighs, slashing through its glistening, flushed pinkness like a liquid flame, and if she'd ever known lascivious, totally abandoned desire it was at that very lust-mesmerized moment! She
lowered her cheek to rest on his warm, hard belly, her one hand quickly moving toward his hidden dog-cock!

Though still confused, Stranger was hardly nettled. His beautiful mistress' pleasureful fondling was a new delight he had never experienced! Once again, he quickly sensed the throbbing blood beginning to pound from her finger tip caresses and the heated aroma of her warmly seething, pussy hole. He felt her delicate fingers moving over his swollen loins, their gentle touch causing him to responsively tremble. The urge to close his eyes and lay there devotedly licking the hot sweetness of the thin lipped crevice between the softness of her thighs almost carried him away ...!

To her knowledge, Eve had never reached such carnally debauched heights ... or was it depths? God, she hardly gave a damn, she thought as she hungrily clasped hold of his huge, sheltered dog-cock and began to tauntingly manipulate the furry, outer flesh back and forth, feeling its hot thickness within! It had to come back out to her ... had to! She must have it now ... the feel and taste of his long, thick
beautiful cock in her mouth!

His thick, incessant tongue laving the frantic bud of her tiny, raging clitoris ... ooohhh God ... ordinarily she would have cum a dozen times! But it'd been the unreal wildness of it all distracting and amazing her which had re-routed her concentration, holding further climaxes off and thrilling her in its choked-back anticipation and maddeningly building intensity! Oh, the beautiful darling, she passionately thought, clinging to his still concealed cock-flesh and eagerly stroking it. With feeling, yet gentleness, Eve worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, his warm head lewdly nestled between her fully spread thighs, his long, searing tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her hotly steaming cunt. And then, it suddenly reappeared, the redly glistening tip of long, thickened hardness, ever
slipping forward toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips ... until at last, it actually touched them!

With a blinding craving, Eve in her lustful obsession ovalled her warmly waiting lips to let the slenderly tapered tip of the dog's smooth wet hardness slide obscenely between them, easing further and
further up into the hot moist dampness of her mouth. It moved slowly and relentlessly along her tongue until it nearly reached the back of her throat! She bought her tongue into play then with an irresistible
fervency, greeting and welcoming the unnatural presence with mindless abandon. Her desire-fogged brain swam with the lustful intoxication of what she was doing ... and then she tasted the thick, pulsating length of his raw cock-flesh, a sensation of wanton relish racing through her at its sweet, pungent maleness! Goddd! It was no less delicious than any she had ever sucked ... and it was so hot and hard, swelling more and more with every passing second!

She heard his high-pitched animal-whimper as he continued to lovingly lick her lust-inflamed pussy, and she began to suck and twirl her caressing little tongue hotly around his long, thick cock to repay him for the unbelievable pleasure he was fantastically bringing her. She felt his powerful body responding to her obscene sucking, his canine loins jerking and pressing forward. She brushed one exploring hand along his belly to his heavy, sperm-filled balls, cupping them warmly at first, then lightly teasing them with her finger-tips. Again he whimpered, the excitation causing him to begin a slow rhythmic fucking motion up into the tightly clasped oval of her warmly sucking lips.

God, the incredibly exotic taste of it was the mind-bending delight, Eve sensuously groaned to herself, beginning to nurse and tongue motherly at the ever-thickening length of burning, hard penile flesh
with salaciously timed head movements. Delicately sweet, her lust-filled brain wildly thought, yet spiced with the sexy raciness of nature's semen itself! Ooohhh ... God ... so, so delicious ...!

The smooth coned length of his growing, blood-engorged cock fucked into her mouth in perfect cadence, while his own tongue laved the hot, liquid flesh of her lewdly splayed cunt with animalistic hunger! She nipped and gently scraped with the sharp edges of her even, white teeth, at the same time swirling her hot little tongue in tiny moist circles around his pulsating, animal-hardness, lost in the licentious thrill of her obscene action. God, it was like hot honey in her mouth, taperedly plunging in a slippery wet heat all the way down to her throat! What would his dog-cum taste like? ... mannish? ... warm and thick, squirting from the tip of his beautiful cock in creamy spewing jets? ... or were animals different ...?

Stranger had never known anything like this with a human! What his pretty, new mistress was doing was beyond anything his keen instincts could comprehend. She had his hardened cock flesh inside her warm, wet mouth, yet it felt as if it were thrusting into the hot, fleshy interior of a small clutching vaginal hole! But there was a difference, too, a pleasureful difference in the feel of her little tongue and
teeth. He whined to those sensations which were causing waves of fire-like pressure deep in the depths of his swirling loins, knowing that very soon he would know a tremendous release ...!

Eve had never sucked even a man more vigorously or with such forbidden enchantment overwhelming her voluptuously curved body! With a hungering animalism of her own, the sensuously inflamed blonde beauty mouthed and worked slavishly at the German shepherd's huge, hardened cock, her
wanton mind a furnace of simmering lust. Oh God, but she wanted his hot, beastial dog-cum shooting into her mouth ... dribbling down her throat ... scaldingly flooding her insatiable belly! Raging tongues of stabbing flame blazed between her legs! Her tremoring belly seethed and her loins... the fire-filled, wetness of her cunt glowed with the searing passion tormenting it! She clutched at the loving animal's
hugely swollen balls, beginning to lewdly milk and caress them as she noisily slavered over and sucked at his hugely thickened cock. Oh damn ... damn ... she was going to cum like an atomic explosion beneath his beautiful hot tongue! She heard him whine, then yip, in his own beastial ecstasy!

And then, his little yip became an almost guttural snarl at the same moment as his muscular flanks began to furiously hump, driving his massive unrelenting cock deep down into her throat! His sudden, brutal lurch triggered wild, untamed sensations of masochistic joy inside her, and she moaned out around his throat-plunging cock, wildly sucking and swallowing until it began to spasm in her mouth ... then ... then it erupted volcano-like and spewed out in thickly cascading gushes the scalding liquid cum from the bloated reservoir of his heavily inflated balls!

At that moment, Eve was driven almost insane with her intensely exploding passion! The stream of viscidly sizzling sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her frantically sucking mouth faster than she
could ever begin to swallow it away! Time and again, as if he were actually pissing down her desperately gulping throat, the climaxing German shepherd continued to cum, the lust-charging sensation firing Eve's orgasm like some never before, earth-tremoring cataclysm ...! And on and on it went ... until finally the whole world stood perfectly still ...!

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 ...?"