The following morning, Karen Smith was still too overwhelmed from
the obscene thrill of her forbidden sexual coupling with her aunt’s dog
to feel any significant amount of shame or remorse over what she had
done. Oh, admittedly, there had been several light twinges of both in
the hours that followed. She wasn’t quite that calloused yet, not to
realize the unnaturalness or unlawfulness of their abnormal love-making,
but the delectable pleasures her darling Satyr had raised and sated
within her young susceptible body overshadowed everything else. She
loved him with a new-born possessiveness that was as contrary to nature
as the lurid act they had committed, and she couldn’t help herself even
had she wanted to!
God, it was a wonder that she’d kept her head at all, Karen
shiveringly rationalized as she picked up the after-breakfast dishes
from the booth. She had been that emotionally drained when her handsome
animal-lover had withdrawn his sperm-slickened penis from her vagina and
backed off of her nakedly prostrate body. She turned now to look down
at him stretched out in his favorite corner, his loving dark eyes
watching her every move. The curvaceous, vibrant young housewife softly
said: “We have our beautiful little secret, don’t we, Baby? Oooohhh …
you’re such a wonderful lover, darling, and Karen loves you so much …
I don’t know how I ever had wits enough to remember that Steve might
well come home with a desire all his own last night …?”
And how right she’d been! Cocktails, especially martinis,
invariably did it, inciting a superficial virility in him which made for
speed rather than endurance. This, on top of the fact that he’d written
that big insurance policy for J.L. Woodward had unleashed an amorous
tiger in their bed. Thank God, that he had had enough to drink not to
notice her excess wetness up between her legs. Proud and dominant,
Steve’d taken her, racing his long, thickly hardened penis up into the
still animal-sperm slickened sheath of her vagina, until in less than a
minute she’d known a renewed excitement, and that’s when she had felt
the first twinge of shame and remorse over her act with her aunt’s dog.
But it hadn’t lasted any longer than her over-zealous, young husband.
“Now, Angel! Here it cumms …! Oh Christ … here it cuummmsss!”
he’d cried, as if she hadn’t known he was beginning to squirt his thick,
scalding sperm with powerful jets she’d felt spewing deeply and hotly up
into her already semen-flooded belly!
The shallow anger she’d known had been diluted to a weakness of
mild aggravation because of the magnificent loving of Satyr, but her
husband didn’t know this as she forcibly worked her vaginal muscles,
massaging and milking the fiery semen as desperately as she could from
his already deflating penis. Had she waited for him and not let Satyr
do it to her first, this is what she would’ve gotten … further
frustration!
God, was it any wonder that she’d awakened more filled with love
for the handsome German shepherd than a meaningless shame or remorse for
what she’d let the love-trained animal do to her? And he was! There
wasn’t the slightest doubt in Karen’s mind but what Aunt Janie had
either educated, or had him schooled in his forbidden arts!
She glanced down at him again from where she stood rinsing the
dishes for the dishwasher, reading the almost devilish sparks in his
dark, animal-eyes, wishing to God she could discern the thoughts or
instincts filling his keen brain at that moment! One thing for certain
she’d settled upon: he wasn’t going to roam the neighborhood anymore!
No damned wonder the local wives were blushingly coming up to pet him in
the supermarket! The bitches! They’d been taking advantage of his
love-oriented temperament! How many of them had he mounted … fucked?
A feeling of bitter jealousy scraped through her, leaving smarting and
burning mental scratches. Oh yes, Satyr darling, there’s a new regime
for you as long as you’re with Karen … and you’re going to be with her
forever, once I convince Aunt Janie! The blonde, mini-skirted housewife
excitedly planned, feasting her glowing eyes on the languishing,
sprawled dog where he lay watching her from his chosen, cool corner of
the kitchen …
* * *
Steve Smith wasn’t pleased with himself, nor exactly feeling up to
snuff as he sat behind his desk in the office hung over, but looking
busy. If it hadn’t been for the policy the slender, chestnut-haired
young man with the hazel-eyes had written the night before, he might go
douse his head in a toilet and flush it a few times!
What the hell … who was he kidding? Himself? Hardly! Karen was
as cold as a dead mackerel’s belly, had been from the first night of
their honeymoon, and probably always would be! Why? He’d fired her
guns before! There’d been times when he’d wanted to stay in bed with
her forever! And then, there were those like last night, and a few
nights before that, and on and on backward to the beginning! She loved
him, he reasoned, or at least, he thought she did! Goddamn, he loved
her! Yes, more than anything in the whole frigging world … but sex
… a man couldn’t deny the necessity of fulfilling sex … could he?
No! Damnit, no! He, Steve Smith couldn’t, anyway …!
“There’s a call for you, Mr. Smith,” the young short-skirted Shelly
from the front desk came back and told him with a smile, her encased
full tits thrusting the cotton of her blouse out at him like a pair of
tent-poles. “I tried to ring your desk. Must be something wrong. I’ll
have it checked … You want to try and see if outgoing is working …?”
Steve took it, his hazel-eyes still fastened on her forward
onthrust. “Mr. Smith, may I help you?”
“Hi, Steve, Don Keller. How’s it go?” the friendly deep voice
filled his ear and Steve nodded at Shelly that they had contact.
“First rate. With you?”
“Oh great … great, man. Look, wanted to confirm our luncheon.
The Shadows Inn at One? That okay with you?”
“Yeah, I guess it is,” Steve hesitated, trying to think, then
deciding why the hell not? “The Inn, at One.”
“I’ve called in reservations … you know how it is there at
Zeneth?”
“Pretty wild. I had two reservations canceled out last week after
arriving with damn good clients, too. I don’t have to tell you that I
didn’t sell them.”
Don Keller’s deep voice warmly laughed. “Well, you can count that
this reservation won’t be canceled, Steve boy. They know better.
Trouble with you is, you’re in the wrong field, buddy! I could use a
man like you in my office! No crap! With your selling ability, you’d
make a hell of a real estate salesman! … Well, we can talk about that
over lunch … among other things, eh?”
Steve couldn’t deny that his neighboring friend’s words fired his
ego. He smiled to himself above the telephone’s mouthpiece. Christ,
there were certainly plenty of times he got fed up with this racket.
But … “Yeah … we’ll talk about it … amongst other things,” he
laughingly replied.
“Good deal. One o’clock, then, right?”
“I’ll be there, Don. See you then …”
“Right on, man …”
Steve recradled the phone and sat back. His thoughts returned to
Karen, punctuated by a few of the flirty Shelly, then some rousing ones
that concerned Barbara Keller.
Shelly Daniels was a top-heavy little red-head with boyish hips and
a cute face, somewhere in her late teens. She’d been advertising “here
’tis” to him ever since her first day in the office. Except for her
dynamic tits, she did nothing for Steve, and even if she had, he would
still pass it up. Christ, his Karen had it all, the face, the hair, and
the most curvaceous body he’d ever set eyes on! Damn, he had only to
see her naked and his crazy cock went wild! If only she could get with
him, tie into it the way she had the very first time in the back seat of
his car. Man, he’d never seen a girl cum like that … actually fainted
dead away and nearly scaring the crap right out of him …! He could
almost count the number of times she’d climaxed since … though she
always started out with plenty of zip, but that was as far as it went,
great beginnings and nothing endings …
He’d bet Barbara Keller really knew the way to a man’s ‘hard’! Now
there was a girl, if he were going to play any naughty games, whom, he’d
welcome for a partner. What a sexy doll … and the goddamned revealing
outfits she wore!
The other night at their dinner party, he remembered how she’d sat
during cocktails right across from him straddling the arm of the
davenport beside Don, her next-to-nothing mini-dress hiked way up to
expose just about all of her full, rounded thighs! But the payoff had
been that she’d been wearing only panty-hose beneath, no bikinis over
them as Karen did, and the manner in which she’d sat there with her
thighs spread around the arm of the davenport, he’d been able to see the
entire outline of her pussy through the sheer nylon! Hell, she had to
know he was looking and what he could see … her very crevice between
those puffy little cunt-lips and the shadowing ringlets of black pubic
curls!
Damn, he hadn’t dared to stand up for an hour, his cock had gotten
so frigging hard! Oh, she’d known, all right, because she’d caught him
gaping several times, but still she’d never moved or changed her
exposing position … nothing, only smiled, her dark eyes dancing and
sparkling each time she’d caught him feasting!
Why had she done it? Hell, he knew the extent of his physical
attraction, which never ceased to make him wonder in awe why Karen had
ever fallen for him. Barbara’s had been the old come-on if he’d ever
seen it employed! Damn, it could only mean one thing when a girl …
wife, or whatever, displayed her wares the way she had. Barbara Keller
was letting him know that he could have some if he wanted it …! And
more and more, he was beginning to wonder if he didn’t!
What the hell, he was thinking like a cunt-struck hair-brain! Lay
the possibility of losing Karen on the line for a sexy piece of ass?
No, he was not apt to, nor of making an enemy of Don Keller, either …
but he’d bet his left testicle that she would be one wild and sexy fuck,
all right! She had all the qualifications, like Karen, with one more
needed ingredient … hot desire, and that was as obvious as the
goddamned hardness of his cock from just thinking about her! Well, he
better start getting rid of that before he attempted to walk past Shelly
and the other girls, or he might just have to have his lunch sent in
…!
* * *
Around mid-morning, Karen changed into casual slacks and blouse,
leashed Satyr and drove their second car, a six-year old station wagon,
to the shopping center. The striking animal sat upright on the seat
beside her, flashing his affectionate eyes in her direction each time
she spoke to him in her special way. Though she had ample reason to
concentrate on prospective shopping, the long-haired, shapely girl could
not rid her still-excited mind of the sensual delights her handsome
passenger had brought her the night before. Throughout the morning, it
had been the same, her infused thoughts constantly returning to their
obscenely bizarre love-making, mental pictures of it all vividly
flashing again and again in her head.
Actually, Karen realized as she carefully drove, it had been either
a matter of forcing herself out of the house, or taking her darling to
bed again! She had worked herself up to that sensual degree by the
simple exercising of her memory bank alone! Not that she didn’t intend
to again very, very soon, probably that afternoon in fact, for she had
to experience it all over … except that this time it would not be
hazed by liquor! She wanted to be certain it was as magnificent as she
now visualized … but there were still other things to be done, too.
Besides, grocery shopping, she intended to buy a lengthy measure of
good rope at the hardware to keep her philandering animal-lover at home.
Just the thought of her neighboring wives taking advantage of his unique
training jealously enraged her. And until that very moment, it hadn’t
occurred to the young new wife what those very depraved women must
imagine took place between her and the amorous Satyr …!
It struck Karen with more than a minor jolt what nature of opinions
they had to arrive at! None of them were aware, excepting Barbara, that
Satyr was only a temporary ward, that he actually belonged to her Aunt
Janie! Good God! It was no wonder they seldom spoke to her and only to
him as they petted his grand head! They were probably as jealous and
hate-filled of her as she had suddenly found herself of them!
The blonde, blue-eyed beauty sensed an emptiness, a vacuum that
only guilt could cause, abruptly come into being at the base of her soft
belly. For a long moment, her intelligent young brain swam. Fear, too,
clutched at her. Supposing Steve should somehow find out through one of
those wives … especially if she tied Satyr up and they couldn’t …
couldn’t use him anymore? God …! But she had to keep him home away
from them! He belonged to her … and she wasn’t about to share him
…!
“Oh, Satyr, you … you naughty Don Juan!” Karen sharply snapped
over at him, bringing his rounded, surprised brown-eyes to focus on her.
She knew he sensed the anger in her tone. “Why have you had to be so
damned promiscuous … and you were, I know you were! God … I could
just cry …!”
She didn’t, of course; she was too irate over it all. Instead, she
finally parked and set out for the supermarket, already determined to
brazen it with her degenerate neighbors one by one as they met … and
she hadn’t long to wait …
The first was an overweight, buxom woman in her late thirties who
spotted Satyr and approached to pet him in the customary blushing
fashion Karen had not understood before. The woman’s sneering little
eyes raked over the prepared young housewife as if she were vermin, at
the same time a pussy smile spreading her apple-face.
“Oh, you know Satyr, do you?” Karen sing-songed. “How nice. He
has so many more friends than I do … seems to have met every wife in
the neighborhood in a little over a week.”
“Y-Yes … he comes to my backdoor once in awhile,” the hefty girl
replied, again sweeping her small, vicious eyes over the neighbor she
had not met. “I feed him and he comes back. He’s such a beautiful
animal.”
Karen smiled, but with anything except warmth. “Yes, he is that
… and talented, too. He’s a show-dog, you know, Mrs …?”
“Thornton,” she informed.
“So nice to meet you … at last, Mrs. Thornton. I’m Mrs. Smith,
and I’ve wanted to get around and talk to you ladies in the neighborhood
regarding Satyr. He is only boarding with me for a few weeks, you know,
and the owner when he left him with us let us know that Satyr had …
well, some unusual traits, shall we say. It seems that he was once a
carnival dog and used in some rather rare, forbidden feats … but these
he seldom resorts to unless goaded.”
“Really …?” the other managed, her tiny eyes expanding into a
feigned shock.
“Yes, I’m afraid so, Mrs. Thornton,” Karen casually went on. “But
he has such a loving temperament that I’ve hesitated to tie him home …
up until this morning when I heard he … he … well, let’s say he’d
been a bit indiscreet with one of our teasing neighbors.”
“Really, Mrs. Smith?” the plump girl questioned, her eager tongue
snaking out to lap at puffy, red-toned lips. “What did he do? Who was
it?”
“Well … resorted to his carnival-show training, I’m afraid …
and that’s why I’ve finally decided to tie him after all.”
“Ooohhh … that’s a shame,” the other moaned. “He’s such a
beautiful dog. I-I loved to have him call on me …”
“Yes … I’m sure you did, Mrs. Thornton. You have that certain
way with animals which too many people lack,” Karen insinuated. “I can
see by the way Satyr’s rubbing against you. But then … he is such a
loving darling, isn’t he, Mrs. Thornton …?”
“Y-Yes … yes, he is …”
The gloating Karen had walked away from the stammering heavyweight
feeling like the proverbial cat which had just digested the canary …
except that the fat bitch had been anything but a bird! And then, there
were two more who excitedly dashed up to pet her lover and work at
degrading his mistress with their accusing eyes. They too, had shied
off open-mouthed, the flush in their warped faces more from shame then
excitement at seeing her darling, once she had finished with them.
Goddamn them … she’d fix them all …!
* * *
Satyr felt a hurt within his big, muscular body. He had never been
tied up before. A leash held in the hand of his loving mistress was one
thing, but to be secured by a long length of rope tied to a tree was
quite another! He couldn’t ignore the feeling of sorrow which filled
him, or that of sudden loneliness. Why had she done this? At first,
he’d been allowed to wander as he felt the urge … had made many
friends who fed him and took him inside to mate with them …
He walked around the yard, testing the strength of his new
imprisonment. It was strong, too strong to break. He whimpered to
himself, Why? Why? his keen intellect questioned. He loved her! This
was a hateful thing she had done to him. He could no longer go to the
field and run! She had taken his freedom away, that first wonder he had
quickly learned to love so much! The rope pulled at the collar around
his throat … pulled more angrily when he strained against it! He
hated it! Wrath began to seethe inside him. With bowed head he walked
in small circles. This couldn’t go on! He despised it! To run and
play and enjoy the trained things, that was what he loved! His Karen
had done a terrible thing to him!
The powerful German shepherd’s inner fury grew …!