Charles Richards
A Kingdom Of Love

Chapter 1

The thick, black king snake twisted its way from round Joan Engle's neck and headed between the alley of her breasts. As it moved the forked tongue darted in and out of its mouth and there seemed to be a hiss. It was not possible to tell, however, if the sound came from the snake's mouth or was merely the sound of its cool, dry body slithering across the smooth flesh of the girl. Everything about its movement seemed to suggest silence and cunning. For the snake was a born killer.

Oh, not of people, of course, but of their snakes. Especially its arch enemy, the diamond-back rattler. And this was a big King. Over six feet long and thicker in the middle of its body than a man's forearm. If one were to happen upon the scene by chance something ominous might appear to be taking place. But if the observer looked more closely there was a peculiar aura about the way the girl's head lolled back and her eyes remained closed. And the snake seemed to know what he was about.

He curled his way beneath her lovely breast, then doubled back on himself until his head passed directly across the nipple. As his long body glide slowly across the bud the girl rolled her head from one side to the other. The snake's head started up the slope of the other breast. He passed across that nipple, too, then down the other side and back below the underside of her breast. His thick body moved slowly in a figure shaped somewhat like an eight. Then he headed down the gentle slope of her belly-slowly, very slowly, while the same strange almost eerie sound came from him.

The sound thrilled Joan with its persistence. She lay with a pond of cool water reaching just below the level of her pubes in the bathtub and thought: Will Eric go down?

Now was the time when the snake would decide if he would search along the water level for the entrance to her cave. She waited for the sound to tell whether or not the King was going down.

The chime sounded once on the bell from her telephone, and she let ring. Her hips sloshed the cool water around as if to beckon Eric and the sound increased.

He had been going for sometime around the figure eight track his body made as it dipped and wound around Joan's breasts, his cool white underbody sliding like a tunnel above the pink nubs of her nipples.

Her mind was centered on her cunt. Just above where the water level lapped was the stud of her clit and now the King's head looked over the scene. He could see the pink wings of flesh at the labial top and the wave in the water as it disappeared into the foliage around her twat.

The phone bell chimed again and Joan wished that she had brought it into the bathroom with her. Eric was disturbed by the noise.

She would have to answer it. The snake would not perform with the sound of the bell in the tile room. She answered it with petulance in her voice.

"Hello?"

"Playing with Eric, dear?" Amanda Westmore's voice mewed in her ear.

The older woman was teasing Joan.

Joan laughed humorfully. "You always know when I am; so why do you ask?"

"I'm envious, of course," answered Amanda. "You never bring him over here."

"You know he and Prince don't get along."

"Are you coming over tonight?" asked Amanda. "I've got some news I think you'll like."

"Did I get it?" Joan exclaimed excited with the tone in Amanda's voice and forgetting her question. Oh, if she only had gotten the job with the circus as assistant animal trainer!

"Yes, dear," said Amanda lovingly, unable to restrain herself from breaking the good news: "Are you still coming over tonight?"

"Of course, Amanda. Don't be silly," replied Joan. "But, did I really get it? It's too good to be true!"

"It's not going to be easy, Joan," the taskmaster in Amanda Westmore compelled her to warn. "You know that animals are dangerous and especially to you with your special cravings. You'll have to be very careful, Joan."

"Yes, Amanda. Yes, I will," said Joan reverently, as if she'd just been invited on the ark. "But oh, Amanda! I'm so excited; I'm just thrilled!"

The large pools of excitement in Joan's voice were infectious and Amanda asked, "Where are you and Eric, dear?"

"In the bathtub," Joan answered glancing down at the snake who lay calmly coiled around her breasts. "Sometimes Eric will do my clit, if I keep it above the waterline. It's wild trying to stay on the edge."

Eric's head came up and he turned the first foot of his body around until he looked levelly at her.

"Hurry over, Joan. I've told Prince you're coming and he's impatient.

So am I!" breathed Amanda as she imagined the scene.

"Okay… oh, Amanda, I'm so thrilled about the job!"

"I'm sure you are, my dear. Come quickly now Goodbye." Amanda hung up.

"Bye," said Joan to her disappearing voice. She hung up the phone, and then turning it upside down she spun the quarter sized wheel that shut off the chime.

Wow! A job with the circus! Amanda was certainly a marvelous friend to have.

The snake resumed its body crawl over Joan's naked flesh. It was nearly an unimaginable sensation to the girl. Each time she tried to describe the feeling of this cool white corridor of life passing over her sexual organs, she somehow failed. Amanda was the only one Joan talked to about it, but still the immense pleasure of such bestial eroticism was not possible to put into words.

Eric's gaze had returned to the foliage where it met the water line, and he poked his head toward it.

Yes, Eric, I want your head down there, Joan thought. Her breath increased until the mounds of pink nippled ivory flesh around which the snake was winding began to heave evenly.

The King used their melon shaped heft to support himself while he inched his head lower and peered through her pubic hair. The pink crease was the way to the water. It would be warm as its lips clutched his neck. Warm and wet it would soothe his cool flesh. He entered the tangled muff of luxuriant hair around her mound. He was the master here.

Nothing he would meet in this land would disturb his pleasure. He would push his head between the wings of Joan's pussy lips and stroke himself wet. The cool flesh of the King's head slid between the lips of Joan's cunt as Eric tested his way.

"Yes," Joan moaned aloud. Her hips longed to rock a cradle around the snake's head, but that would lap the water and Eric would back off. She must stay on the edge and vibrate her body. Then the water like a cool tongue would soothe her with its edge just below the stud of her clit while the snake's head rocked.

His limber neck followed each curve of the flesh of her inner lips while it sought to lather up her fluids and lubricate their flesh. Joan lay back and glistened while the King felt the flesh beneath his body sweat. Her body fairly hummed with each of Eric's strokes. The sound of the hum was transmitted through her to the water with their sex.

Joan's mind floated off in erotic remembrance and she thought of Prince, Amanda's Great Dane. The gold coals of his eyes came back to her as she remembered the dog's black headed face-the triangles of his shapely ears as they stood puckered up over his glowing eyes-the wrinkled slope of his intelligent forehead frowning handsomely up at her that night in the park five years before.

She had been clinging naked to a tree trunk when his cold nose had nuzzled her butt; she had whirled and found him there. Then, only thirteen, she had been captivated by the dog's proud stance and stroked his silky form with her hand.

Joan saw her young body move nakedly along the black length of the dog.

Her flesh glowed tawny in the yellow moonlight.

Eric stroked his oarsman neck and shot a fleet of thrills canoeing through Joan. Her body vibrated with it.

Like a child, she had caressed the dog and then mounted him, playing horsey.

In the tub Joan's hands found her breasts and she cupped the palms' centers about her rubbery nipples and revolved them slowly on the turgid flesh. Blood flowed to the tips. The palms of her hands became electric with her sweat as she sucked them on the ruby tips of her tits.

Joan's thoughts saw the elven-like creature she was that night with Prince. He had been there at the moment when she had freed herself from inhibitions about sex. From that night on, the dog and his owner, Amanda Westmore, had been instrumental in shaping her life. The black dog fucked her and she liked it. She reminded herself deliciously that tonight there would be more of their sex.

Eric's thick body was rubbing her pussy into quite a lather. Like a rigid fist he held his head on the end of his body and stroked between Joan's pink pussy lips, as they moistly caressed him with hot cum.

The fluid was electric on his skin. His head bobbed freely beyond the lips; he was a massive muscle soaking in the heat. Joan felt the bliss of orgasm flood her loins as her body fairly sang with pleasure. The King's lubricated body would stroke there as long as she would let it now, but at this moment that was not enough.

Tonight she would feel the long thin heat of the Great Dane's prick slice between her legs. A groan of want seeped from the girl's pouting lips with the thought. The water in the bathtub sloshed and Eric looked up.

The lust in his eyes was a rage of life as he looked for the cause of the disturbance. Joan's face was to him a distant cliff hiding some intruder as he regally surveyed the countryside.

She saw the full slopes of her mountainous breasts on each side of the snake's head like a gunsight and lined the notch up evenly. Her flesh glistened with her own sweat like a desert of heat and she wondered what Eric must feel. Did he take the water shimmer of her flesh for heat? With something like regret she took his trunk in her hand and led his head up her wrist. His eyes were angry at the disturbance as he cast about the room, retreating. Quickly Joan dipped her arm by the white tile tubside and the King glided safely into the lair of his cage.

Joan thought of Amanda again as she slid lower into the cool water and felt the edge of it slice up her stomach to her breasts. She palmed the water up at the pouting nipples and felt it rinse her off.

She writhed her lithe, tawny body in the tub like an eel until she felt refreshed.

Amanda had been such a fine friend, she mused. Getting a job with the circus was the culmination of Joan's dreams after five blissful years with Amanda and Prince.

All through high school, with Amanda right there as the school librarian, Joan had explored bestial sex. Timidly at first, of course, but with increasing passion until now its realms intrigued her more every day.

Joan rose from the tub and stepped out. Her long graceful legs glistened wetly and her feet left prints in the heavy nap of the bathmat. She toweled up the length of her calf feeling the cotton nub bring blood into her tingling flesh. She imagined the coal black flanks of the Great Dane humping between the buns of her ass: his red cock cutting through her wanton pussy with knifelike piston strokes; his neck cords standing out with the grip of his forelegs about the girl's waist.

She again saw herself as the child she was that first night with Prince. Mounted on his back as though he were a horse; her pussy open and fluttering wetly along the ridge of his silky black spine. Then Prince had moved from beneath her, spilling her off onto her rear. She lay spread-legged on the cushion of the park's green grass while the dog licked his pink tongue up her slit. It had happened almost before she knew it and her body had gone on to drink in the pleasure.

She lay with her face to the stars. A bright sky with pinpricks of twinkling lights shone from a full moon overhead. The bottom of the dark blue bowl in her sight was laced with treetops at the underedge.

For a while she had seen the greenish moonlight shed Autumn all about her in impossible colors while the great dog licked his dry pink tongue like a spoon into her pussy and nicked her cut. Lightening bolts cracked through her as she felt Thor's thunder beneath the jowls of the Dane: their yellow flash sang and the night seemed to throb in her face.

She was alone with a huge dog and gaining exquisite pleasure from his tongue. She had cum for the first time in her life.

Prince tasted the sweet fluid as it crept from between the walls of her box and seeped deeper into her butt. Before she fully understood the animal's purpose, he was beside her and nuzzling between her hip and the ground.

Joan remembered how the muscles had bunched cordlike in his powerful neck for an instant before he rolled her over onto her face. Then the dog was between her legs once more and his muzzle snorted its way into the vee and up she came to her knees. It was so neatly done that Joan knew then that the dog intended to fuck her and she panicked at the thought. As she started to crawl away the beast growled with warning and she hesitated in fright.

The dog was on her in that suspended moment. He took her with all his lust like a pink blade knifing between her legs His forelegs hugged his slim powerful hips to the curve of her ass, as he socked his hindquarters into her glory hole.

Betraying everything she knew by her mind to be true, her body responded to the deeper voice of her soul. Her orgasm grew like the red-yellow moon lighting the sky. It glimmered in her, then came roaring up from beneath her like a train and she shot hot, nearly scalding torrents of cum rolling down the ivory curves of her inner legs' marble flesh.

And suddenly the hot spurt of the dog's semen spat from his cock and seared between her torrid pussy walls. Then in some unearthly voice he howled the pain of his pleasure to her and backed-off, his tail between his legs.

Here she was alone with herself and the night, after having bestial sex. There was no denying the fact and wisely Joan made no attempt to fool herself. Her real concern was that the other girls she was with that night not find out.

Amanda had come looking for her dog; and in some crazy way she and Joan had understood each other as if across some secret gulf of their own.

With a threat to expose herself as well as Amanda to the scrutiny of public knowledge regarding what the dog was trained to do, Joan had won power over Amanda and turned the older woman to her will. An orgy had followed from which many curious relationships had evolved that now after nearly five years of steady growth and involuting complications seemed far away from Joan's existence.

Joan's mind ran over some of the faces of her hedonistic friends. Each of the six girls at the slumber party that night had developed lives separate from the others.

Sheri Sloan had gone right out of high school into a beauty contest, which she won, and then had whirled away from their lives. She was a cocksucker who believed that a male's semen lent it essence to her own beauty. She gave her mouth to its collection with the utmost relish.

Beneath her strawberry blonde beauty she worshipped men with her eyes, then made frank admissions with her tongue and lips. I want to suck your cock, sweetie, she called out to every man that met her gaze. So honest was the invitation that few took her up on it, but those who did became her captives for life. At sucking cock Sheri Sloan was the very best.

Patti Norman and Cindy Martin, the mainstays of the slumber party, had grown close-if that were possible. The nymphettes had become sophisticated swappers. They had married twin brothers and devoted their early maturity to the pursuit of hedonism in one of its richest forms.

Margie Blake had become a star almost over night. When a rock 'n' roll bank had played the city and left, Margie was with them. Their leader was a big black stud who arranged the music and played bass while Margie sang the hottest blues of the day. On stage she raged her sex like a funky kitten while her man's big base sound boomed around her.

Off stage, his overgrown rod filled a basic need in her hot and pungent ass.

And finally, there was Susan Foster, who became Daddy's little bundle of incestuous joy. In the face of the whole town's wrath, they blissfully went their chosen way.

Joan sat before her vanity, looking into her own face and realized she had gotten lost in another world. She would never get to Amanda's at this rate.

As she dressed, her thoughts flitted again to Sheri Sloan and she tried to imagine herself sucking Prince's cock. She found it hard. She could easily imagine herself below the belly of a horse tonguing the blunt end of his huge curved dick. In fact, she relished the thought.

But a dog was different somehow. No matter how Prince thrilled her with his quick hot fucks she had no desire to mouth the thin pink sword. To Joan's mind the act of fellatio was blunt submission to the will of the beast one coupled with and she reserved her mouth for very special occasions.

When a man struck her as a beautiful, savage creature she would prowl about him until the time presented itself and then attack his loins.

With that other human being she then felt at peace. She would drain the beast from him even as she humbled herself before the alter of his phallus.

But never with an animal of another species had she given her mouth to the act of bestial love. She wondered if she ever would. But now her mind had turned from such thoughts and she hurriedly finished dressing and left for Amanda's.

When Amanda Westmore hung up the phone after talking with Joan she went to the kennel immediately. She wanted Prince to soothe the feelings that were urging her cunt to heat. Joan's eagerness at the news of the job thrilled Amanda nearly as much as it did Joan.

The girl was the most engaging of figures coupled with the dog. Amanda wet her lips at the thought.

The image always excited her, ever since that night years before when the little fool had nearly exposed them both to the prudish, moral examination of their small town community. Amanda shuddered thinking what the outcome might have meant to them.

She remembered that through the shock and turmoil of finding Prince actually making advances on the thirteen-year-old Joan Engle in a moonlit park, the evening had grown into a full-blown orgy. To both of their good fortunes everyone gave themselves over to the luxuriously dissipated night and forgot to press their suspicions.

Ever since then Joan had devoted herself to Amanda and Prince and bestial sex.

Amanda entered the kennel. The burgundy plastic carpet that ran the length of the room between the cages still shone with the wetness of an afternoon rinse. Amanda had solved the odor problem the kennel presented with lavish expense. The dogs were her only excess; so she created a veritable palace for them despite the wires of their pens.

Simulated grass lay on the floors of both Prince's and his bitch's separate dens. The bitch lay now on her side giving suckle to one of the three gangly pups in the pen with her. Amanda paused by the side of the pen and called lovingly to one of the pups.

"Duke. Here, Duke."

The pup lay to the side of his mother, licking his forepaws and rubbing his jowls clean. With an apparently satisfied and full expression on his face the young dog looked up from his task at the sound of his name. His mottled head of black and white was so nobly turned that it nearly took Amanda's breath away to look at him. He regarded her with alertness and she called to him again.

When he stood up she saw how big he had gotten over the last few days.

His mother would wean him soon Amanda knew.

He was a pinto-like Dane who would be big and chesty. His short-haired, downy puppy coat shone with the contrast between the cloud shapes of black and white scattered in patches along his flank. His rib cage stood out beneath the shiny coat like a heart shaped cave. His almost laughable leg sticks were like stilts and she knew he had a long way to run before he filled out. He was to be Joan's dog.

The thought of the girl broke Amanda's reverie and she stood up from where she had kneeled to call the puppy. She stared through the bars of wire squares at Prince.

The black Great Dane stood now with his attention focused on her. His black head contrasted against the baby blue walls of his stall. The dog's golden eyes shone fiercely. Amanda saw the greed molten through them like nuggets of gold and she experienced a chill of anticipation.

Soon she would have his hot pink cock pumping between her legs from behind and her cum would course down his balls. Silently he awaited her command.

Amanda Westmore was a large woman of intoxicating proportions. Now she ran her graceful long-fingered hands over the pendulous swell of her breasts and felt the nipples harden through the elastic material cupping her breasts. The nubs of her nipples shone clearly through the silver lame of her jumpsuit. Her statuesque build curved almost primitively naked beneath its mold. The clear outline of her cuntlips were traceable between her legs. She unzipped the front with a flick of her wrist and the wanton melons of her breasts sprang into view.

She was evenly tanned, all except for a narrow white stripe across her tiny plum colored nipples. Amanda stripped the suit from around where it clung to her firm-fleshed hips and flanks, then ran her nails behind the hissing cloth down her thighs and calves and finally off. Her sandaled feet stepped out of the shiny silver puddle on the burgundy corridor runner and she approached the Great Dane's cage, naked.

His eyes were nearly red with lust. He must smell my sex even before my clothes are off, she thought as she opened the door to his kennel and stepped in. Amanda ran her finger between the lips of her pussy and felt the slick wet heat ooze stickily around it. She raised the finger to her nose and sniffed the musky juices of her cunt, then put it to her lips and touched it with her tongue.

The dog whined at her apparent teasing and she knelt beside him. Her hand plunged beneath his belly and she found the sheath of skin which housed his cock. She stroked down its length and the pointed pink end emerged like a dragon from a cave. She let the tip feel the skin of her palm and led the dick further awake. She felt the hot pink blade emerge from its sheath and slide toward her wrist. It gave itself to Amanda's hand to command and she stroked its pen shape.

Amanda thought of Joan as she had seen her so often at home: the big king snake seeming to pulse with sexual energy as it wound its way around Joan's arm. It's the energy that so compels me to animals, Amanda mused. They radiate so freely and clearly when they're aroused.

She stood up and looked down at the black back of the glistening dog.

Her loins were on fire with longing for his prick. With practiced, urgent motions she readied the scene.

She took a long sling, much like a hammock, and strung it across the cage. It was made of highly elastic mesh-like cloth. Now, she unfurled it, hooking one large metal claw into an eye-ring placed low on the wall. On her hands and knees, she then crawled across the plastic grass and hooked the hammock into place on the other side.

"Yes, Prince. Easy, baby. Mama's almost through."

The dog had already begun to nuzzle his cold, sensitive nose into her ass. When the woman had satisfied herself that the taut cloth would function properly, she leaned forward and settled her pendulous breasts into the sling. She tested it, then she rocked forward with her hips and the top of her body swung. She scraped the points of her fingernails on the gauzy mesh about her breasts and was rewarded when the sensation communicated itself to her sensitive flesh.

Prince was already behind her, anxious to mount himself against the twin pillows of her buttocks. Amanda felt his tough forepaws scratch lightly along her rib cage as he stood up and wrapped his legs about her waist. She could feel his massive silky chest hook its ribs at the top of her round buttocks and the pounding of the animal's giant heart as it thumped behind his hairy chest. His underbelly was cool and trim as he thrust his anxious prick between her legs. She could feel the muscles bunch in the flanks of his legs as the hot pink flesh of his sharply pointed cock rubbed her inner things. She nestled the mounds of her ass a little wider against his slim, powerful hips and was rewarded when she felt his long thin tool slide into place between the lips of her cunt.

Prince felt it, too, and responded with a quick powerful thrust. His pink dick shot into the depths of Amanda's eager pussy and she rocked forward in the swing while her nails clawed her satisfaction about the nipples on her breasts. A sweat of pleasure broke out on the woman's breasts in response to the clawing nails and the crush of her weight.

Amanda felt the dog's cock pierce deeply into her womb. Her orgasm started almost before he had completed his first thrust. It rumbled up the torrid walls of her cunt, and Prince's already fast pace quickened in response.

Amanda's mind tumbled freeform in the sensual ecstasy of the event. She knew she was above any guilt for the bestial act since she had fought that out with herself years before. The dual pleasures of knowing her act was without social sanction and the feelings coming from her own body combined to create an emotional state in Amanda of a heady dimensions. That is to say, her mind dug the fact that she was coupling with a dog as much as her body found erotic bliss in the actual fuck. A balance was achieved of cataclysmic proportions between her mind and body that enabled her imagination to attain the heights of forbidden fruit.

She saw the dog in her mind's eye as the devil and herself as a golden mare out to graze. The pasture's flower tops were at the peak of Spring's bloom and she nibbled them with bliss. The clean, high shine of the sun on her delicate horse face grazed above the flowers fleecing the field. Unbeknownst behind her stalked the black two-legged dog shape of the devil with bright ruby eyes and silver horns. Without making even the noise of a snake slithering through the grass, the devil tiptoed up behind the filly's ass.

The auburn of her swishing tail caught the light as she dusted the flies from her pale bay flank. Red jewels danced up each hair strand of her tail as the devil took her from behind with his cock in his cloven hoof.

Amanda came back from the fantasy just as Prince's seminal fluid seared into the canal of her box. The hot bar of feeling flesh ejaculated in a steady chatter of tempestual thrusts. She nearly succumbed with the feeling of pleasure as her hips heaved frantically back in response as they both reached the peak.

She let her weight hang in the hammock while she waited for him to withdraw. Soon, she could feel the animal's tongue licking deeply along her sticky things and mound. When he was satisfied with having left no residue of their love juices he whined and nuzzled Amanda for more.

"Not now, love," she purred at Prince. "Mama's got to shower before Joan arrives."

At the sound of the younger girl's name Prince pricked his intelligent ears up and looked almost gleeful. Amanda laughed.

"Yes, Prince. Joan is coming tonight." She rose from where she lay, wondering if the dog could reason enough to know that Joan's presence was not far off. Or whether it was just a momentary attention to the sound of the girl's name.