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CHAPTER ONE

It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patroling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; he had punished them for the brutal, torture-death of his mate, satisfying the ancient law cryptically imbedded in his uncanny animal-brain… lex talionis… the law of retaliation. Yet, in so doing, he had rekindled the banked embers of another smoldering force from ages passed, a seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again this night.

Caesar stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very shadows enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving dictate in his feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he moved his great head in searching sweeps, aware through instinct that the gold medallion hanging from his throat on its glittering chain could attract attention in the light of the moon. Ahead, he saw the shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping place, the golden female-human he had chosen to replace the mate they had cruelly killed.

A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow coming from the opened window. She was waiting for him…!

The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty animal-loins convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, but with vigilance, the illusive, canine beast crept toward the open window, a sudden piercing howl back in the hills advising him that his pack was racing down toward the valley in its quest for food…

The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Jean Blakely's bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's relinquishing their bedroom to them. Mark, too, had insisted and of course, her own numb old Steve had merely said "thanks". The dodo… all he was concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine he slaved for, not giving the slightest thought to Jean and Mark's inconvenience. Then off he goes, chasing down the utterly ridiculous tale that had brought them there. Not that she hadn't expected to be a writer's widow throughout most of their stay in Crescent Valley, but she'd had hopes that this, their first night there, would be spent together… especially following her monthly five-day abstinence because of her period.

God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? Carol Foster racily thought to herself, wriggling the naked roundness of her full white buttocks in a little sensuous undulation against the smooth satin give of the sheeted mattess. A tiny shiver of erotic delight tingled along her spine. Reflexively, she brushed her long slender fingers with a light touch over the diffused, resilient flesh of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their tiny, ruby-like nipples until they were incited buds of sensitive hardness. He could have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough hints all evening long. She thought this as she lay there uneasily in her aroused nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over the smooth curves and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly adding to her sensual appetite.

Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either, especially the last two she'd had with Jean after the boys had left on their crazy, wild dog-pack-hunt. But she'd needed them; she'd been so damned mad when Steve had told her he probably wouldn't be home until morning. Such absolute nonsense… the whole ludicrous yarn… a wild dog raping a girl…! It surprised her that an intelligent man like Mark Blakely could take any stock in such an absurd story… and he'd looked so damned grave, almost avoiding Steve's questions. Even Jean, after they'd left, had practically refused to discuss it, continuously changing the subject. Frankly, she'd been just as satisfied, Carol remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex doing nothing but turning her on that much more.

At least, it was wonderful being together with Jean again… and Mark was just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her husband or Jean would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the young, virile deputy sheriff. Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, and quite one-sided, she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous things for her in her dreams… wildly passionate acts that could only take place in her sensuously unbridled mind. Like… now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, and imagined conception of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like filling her fevered mind. It would be longer and thicker than Steve's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard… hot and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping out those first delicious drops of his heated male-semen…!

God! The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked, short-haired brunette squirminkly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending course toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down between her hot full thighs. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Steve, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all… sucking him off every night during her period… no wonder he'd put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of "hotpussy"!

She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with the incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it. Not that she didn't love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick length of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy lips at that very moment… but there was something more passionately intimate in the tongue-licking and mouthing of his pulsating, rock-hardness that lustfully intoxicated her. To get down between his legs and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands… to lick away that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of her tongue… to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot, blood-swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her saliva-slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair…! And then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded like liquid fire down her hungrily swallowing throat to boil passionately down in her belly below…!

God, I'm hot! Carol mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them slithering wetly into the seething, moist crevice between. Hedonistically, they stroked through the smooth fluid flesh, one skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her erect clitoris, transmitting frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to her passion-whetted brain. Oooohhh… if only I had Jean's husband, Mark's cock in my mouth right now! God, I'd suck his balls inside out…! she lewdly visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and drawing them back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the hardened, tingling nipples of her swollen breasts. Then, as she plunged two slender fingers into the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tighly absorbing cuntal channel, she raised her head to look down between her nakedly throbbing breasts and observed through darkly glazed eyes the obscenely erotic sight she presented to herself…

It was at that precise moment that she saw him…!

For some minutes passed, Caesar had been watching her, his acute animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden-headed mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothes, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter.

The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not forsake him… there was an animal-like bond between them. She had provided the new fire-eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first window.

With forelegs on the sill, Caesar watched the sensuously lewd performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs… saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.

She saw him then… her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open…! He did not wait longer, but agily bounded through the open window…!

Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Carol couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it… the massive animal-head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes… then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

Now, she stared at it… him… a dog with a golden disc hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! There… there… there was something, she knew, something recognizable in the medallion that she should immediately fathom… but she couldn't think! He… it… whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body… and then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position.

Slowly, Carol started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in avid horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there… and he was… subconsciously making her know that this was it… him… the very myth that had brought her and Steve to Crescent Valley! Ex-Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her… above her nakedly vulnerable loins…!

God, she had never been a coward… a stupid person, or whimpering female, not in all of her twenty-three years… but this… this was unbelievable! She tried to think…! To scream would be futile! There was no one to help her; only Carol was in the house! Mark had spoken of posted sentries, but how far away was the nearest one…? Lord, he could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! No! No! She must… must remain cool… somehow, charm him keep him at bay! And… and what was he doing…?

A potent unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt-lips and still, tingling thighs…!

Oh… oh God! That… that was his tongue…!

In spine-chilling awe, Carol frantically squirmed beneath the sudden lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool… yes… my God… keep my head… cool…! Mustn't scream… mustn't…! Ooooohhhhhh…! she choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she well knew that! She had never fainted in her life… but how… what was she going to do? My God, he… he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat… and damn, she had been that, hadn't she! Could… could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Caesar… yes, that's what they'd called him… Caesar! Now, she could see the letters embossed on the medallion… and the Roman centurion… then, the eagle as the golden disc flickered back and forth to his movements…! But… but it was all impossible… these things didn't happen…!

Oooooooohhhhh…! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh… oh, what he was doing to her there…! If only she hadn't drunk so much! It… it was almost impossible to put thoughts together… or to make sense! She'd been so hot… thinking of her girlfriend Jean's husband's virile young cock… sucking it… and suddenly, this maddening reality had burst upon her…!

Am I much more than an animal myself? the lustfully confused brunette frenziedly though with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Caesar's hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl!

Oooooh God!

His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She uncontrollably trembled as he swept his branding, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt! From her babyishly quivering rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion-engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect floweret of her softly pulsating little clitoris! She lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible obscene spectacle. Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her tremoring naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-senstive nerve-centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick!

It didn't stop, and the naked, obscenely exposed young wife who lay in a desire-blinded state of lewdly pyramiding passion, beneath the incessant wild tongue of an inconceivable, lust-maddened beat, could only moan out her sensual delight. Unceasingly, the massive dog splayed the smooth inflamed intimacy of her secret genital flesh with his captivating tongue, finally pausing to curl it with a deeply invading thrust far up into her turbulently wet vaginal passage!

"Oooooohhhh… ooohhhh heaven…!" Carol audibly cried out, gasping and jerking spasmodically beneath his unthinkable assault, Mark's pictured cock in all of its lustful hardness mentally filling her suddenly unconsciously sucking mouth! Oh God, she would suck him so beautifully, and he'd squirt his hot male jism all the way down her hungrily welcoming throat, the feel of it making her cum and cum as it pumped ceaselessly into her wildly ovalled mouth!

"God, yes… yes! Lick it for me, you beautiful wild brute! Aaaaggghhh… like that, darling, like that… lick your tongue way up inside!" she wantonly pleaded, lifting her intensively sizzling loins and quaking buttocks higher to his frenzied, ravaging animal-mouth. "Yes… yes! Lick my cunt you wonderful lover! Aaaaaagggghhhh… oooohhhhhh…!"

Carol hardly knew what she was saying; her overwhelming carnal passion had reached that intensity! What fear she had known in the beginning the powerful dog had washed away with his wet, searing tongue! She hardly saw him any longer as a fierce, wild beast… only as a magnificent, needed lover who was taking her to unbelievable heights of sensual rapture! Suddenly, she was grasping hold of his furry head to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly throbbing cuntal channel!

His firebrand tongue shot up into her moist, seething hole like a white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he zealously lashed and tongue-fucked the blood-flushed, glistening flesh between her obscenely-spread thighs and tautly stretched buttocks.

"Oh… ooohhhhh goooddddd… you're driving me mad, lover… maaaddd!" Carol hoarsely gasped with raised head and salaciously gasping eyes. The forbidden, beastial sight was all but shamelessly destroying her…! Never, never, never in her life had she felt like this! Oooohhhh… if only her girlfriend's husband's hard thick cock was in her mouth at the same time… then it would be complete…!

Caesar both scented and tasted the whetting intensity of her human she-lust, the keenly biting flaver causing his feral animal-blood to hotly race and pound through his powerful loins. There was nothing in this fire-eyed female that reminded him of his golden-haired mate except the soft whiteness of her smooth flesh, and the heat she generated from the mating hole between her legs. He sensed no tenderness in the symmetrical portions of her body such as his golden one possessed, only the hungry heat of her rising female-passion. The hot, pink flesh in its flowing wetness communicated to him her innermost secrets, and as he eagerly tongued the yielding, moist crevice, he felt the charged urgency of his own demanding loins…

Carol had fallen into a rhythmic moaning, her mind slipping further into sensual oblivion beneath the mesmerizing bliss of Caesar's pleasure-giving tongue hotly licking and fucking into her wildly inflamed cunt. She had begun to flail her head from side to side in her lewd, half-raised position, still holding to the mighty animal's huge head between her pulled-back legs, her brain a mirror for both her husband and Mark Blakely's imagined hard cocks, each thrusting in turn into her hungrily sucking mouth, while this beautiful brute lapped the maddening fire from her seething loins and belly. Frantically, she tossed her head in cadence with her groans, and it was then that she saw it!

Her sparkling dark-eyes widened at the glistening sight of the animal's thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing as it continued to press forward from its fleshy concealment! She had to lean far over sideways to see it well, and momentarily, Caesar sounded a throaty growl of disapproval, but this time the warning hardly registered with her.

Instead, an inexplicable sensation of sheer depravity burned through her naked, lust-filled young body, a maddeningly intensified feeling the roots of which she had no intentions of questioning! It was sheer, forbidden wickedness in its most degenerate form…! But his cock was beautiful… huge and beautiful! She had never seen her husband Steve's cock ever look more tempting to her! And his… her wonderful animal lover's, was longer and thicker, more like Mark's, she wildly imagined in her mind-swirling fantasy!

For a long, breathless moment, the raven-haired young wife watched the massive dog's wetly gleaming shaft of naked hardness partially dangle beneath his strong animal-loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the captivating sight of its scarlet rapaciousness! From that moment, she was no longer concerned with the corrupt perversion of her intentions, only how she was going to accomplish it! In fact, she realized almost frantically, the very debasing idea in itself was serving to spur her on… but how? How?

Feverishly, the wild, night-invader licked at her cunt, his scorching, wet tongue like an abrasive as it slithered over the firmly erect bud of her quivering clitoris! Scintillating shocks of animalish lust raged through her obscenely offered loins, singeing at the very nerve-ends of her white, sensually trembling flesh.

Oh God… how? "Caesar, darling… baby…" Carol began, trying to raise higher and pet his massive head that was nuzzled between her wide-spread legs. God, she could see his liquid tongue spraying through the wetly saturated crevice of her cuntal slit! He had opened her wide down there as if his love-making tongue was born of razors! Her own sensitive inner-cuntal flesh sparkled reflectively up at her, its tempting, silken curls moistly matted, the very sight sending trembling sensations spiraling toward her brain! Her thrusting young breasts tingled in their swollen excitement as she continued to caress his great head… "Caesar… darling… lie down! Lie down, baby! Carol wants you to lie down! Please, darling… lie down and roll over!" she softly whispered, ever stroking his head and ears. "Lie down, my handsome lover and I'll make you happy! I'll… I'll even put my pussy where you can lick it if you want… and I hope you do…!"

Carol's brain swam in wanton debauchment as she slowly eased herself forward, working toward her knees and backing the huge, apprehensive animal away from her seething loins. Once, he growled, but she didn't stop. There was no other way only taking control if she were to have what she wanted! She whispered in loving tones, simultaneously grazing her soft little hands over the fur of his tense body, her eyes continuously fastened on the solid length of his long scarlet cock hanging throbbingly below his belly…

Caesar watched her carefully as she raised up and eased forward, watched her mouth moving and listened to the soft sounds coming from it. It was not the same as when he came to his golden one. But this, the fire-eyed she, was different, and he wondered why. He didn't fear her; she was a friend; her gentle touch told him that. In fact, her gentle touch was confusingly cooling his mating hunger. He sensed his loins dissipating beneath her warm, friendly hand… he moved back and lay down, a perplexed whimper working upward into his throat…

Carol heard it, the simpering whine vibrating through her as she watched his huge cock withdraw back into its hiding sheath. He lay down onto the bed, stretching out and finally responding when she continued to whisper, "Roll over, darling, over…!" She crawled and positioned herself so that her hotly seething cunt was inches from his nose, and less when she drew her tingling thighs back! She eased forward, placing herself so that her face was directly above the peeking opening of his cock-sheath where the huge, scarlet hardness had disappeared.

Frantically obscene sensations of raw, uncontrolled desire raced through her! She knew what she was going to do, and the very thought was about to drive her wild with salacious excitement! She gently moved her hips toward his animal-face, spreading her legs and lovingly taking his head… She lay upon her side, one leg lifted to draw his nose snugly in toward her hotly tremoring cunt. She sensed his tongue lick out at the feverishly wet crevice between her legs, lashing through its sensually aroused inner-flesh like a fluid flame, and whatever she had ever known to be moral or accepted at that exact second was totally lost! The lasciviously blinded young wife lowered her cheek to his warm, hard animal-belly, her one hand slowly moving toward his hidden cock!

The huge dog whimpered and jerked, but never made a motion toward gaining his feet as Carol's lustful hand began to examine his softly furred genitals. Instead, he licked up wetly at the open little mouth of her hotly offered pussy, while her breath quickened and her mind raced, filled with the hellishly beautiful thoughts of what was going to momentarily happen there in her girlfriend's bed!

She had to be some sort of a devil's advocate, she thought, clasping hold of his fur-concealed cock and beginning to manipulate the soft hairy flesh back and forth, feeling its thickness within! She didn't care… not tonight, she didn't! She was a monster, a Frankenstein or vampire… whatever… as long as it happened… the taste of his animal-cock in her mouth!

She would go to hell… but there, she'd never be lonely! Oooooohhhhh Goddddd…! His tongue, laving sensuously at the excitedly quivering bud of her clitoris! The beautiful creature! she thought, clinging tightly to his sheltered cock and ardently beginning to stroke it. Slowly, gently, she worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, while the massive german shepherd lay half on its back, his great head nestled between her openly spread thighs, his feverish tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her wildly simmering cunt. Suddenly, it appeared once more, the tapered, red, glistening tip of his long thick hardness, slipping ever forward toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips… until at last it touched them!

In wicked passion, the bedeviled young wife parted her warm, lush lips, and with a low, deep-chested groan, let the slender, tapered forepart of Caesar's throbbing hardness slide between them, easing further and further into the hot, wetness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, until it nearly brushed the back of her impatiently spasming throat! Carol brought her tongue into play with irresistible fervency, her mind a babble of frenzied lust at the utter forbiddeness of the debased act she was committing. Her brain reeled as with an almost-dread, she, for the first time, tasted the thick, pulsating cock, a wanton thrill of obscene delight racing through her at its sweet, pungent maleness. My God, it was no less beautiful than her husband Steve's… and it was so hot and hard, swelling even more with every passing second!

She heard his high-pitched whimper as he continued to voraciously lick her fire-filled cunt, and she began to reciprocately suck and twirl her tongue around his long, thick animal-cock in an effort to repay him for the mind-shattering pleasure he had and was bringing her. She felt his powerful body responding to her obscene sucking of his throbbing hardness, his animal-loins pressing jerkingly forward. She brushed one excited hand along his hairy belly to his huge sperm-bloated balls, cupping them warmly, first, then lightly scratching them with her finger-tips. Again, he whimpered, the delicate taunting causing him to increase his thrusting cock-rhythm between the tightly clasped oval of her moistly sucking lips.

God, the taste of it was the maddening delight, the young wife realized as she began to mouthingly nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear of hot, hard animal-flesh with vigorous head movements of her own. Delicately gamey, her flushed brain tagged, like the wild, handsome beast he was; yet spiced with the sweet tartness of nature's semen that was hardly the human male's monopoly! Oooohhhh… never in her life had she ever imagined such depraved sexual perversity!

The smooth, tapered length of his thickening cock thrust into her mouth in perfect cadence, while his lashing tongue whipped the hot, liquid flesh of her wide splayed cunt and its burning vaginal walls in growing ferocity! She closed her small white teeth, but not to hurt, swirling her tongue over his pulsating shaft of hardened dog-flesh, lost in the licentiousness of her abnormal act. God, it was like honey in her mouth, plunging smoothly and slickly all the way up into her open throat! Wh-What would his animal-cum taste like? Would it be something like Steve's… hot and thick, squirting from the tip of his cock in thick jet-like streams… or were animals different…?

Caesar, in the existence of his animal being, had never known equal mating pleasure. The fire-eyed, she-human was enveloping his maleness warmly up inside her mouth, yet it felt as if it were submerged back between her lips in her female slit. There was difference, however, he instinctively knew… the tongue feel and the taunting pressure of the teeth. He whimperingly liked those sensations that caused great swirling fire in the depths of his powerful loins, knowing that in a few brief moments, he would be fulfilling his lust-driven needs because of them…

Oooohhh… oh God, she wanted his animal-cum shooting into her mouth… dribbling down her throat… even strangling her! All of the perverted fires of hell were blazing there up between her legs! Her belly raged, and her loins, her lust-churning cunt, glowed with the seething desire scalding it! She clutched at his hugely swollen animal-balls, beginning to milk and caress them as she sucked hungrily and shamelessly at his massively throbbing cock. She was going to cum beneath his beautiful tongue… cum as she never had in her life! She heard him whine, then whine again in his own beastial ecstasy! God, she was actually bringing him joy!

Maybe she was losing her mind, the naked, obscenely performing young wife thought, as she tongued and licked Caesar's great cock in her mouth… and then, she heard the powerful dog gutturally snarl at the same moment as his flanks began to furiously hump his cock deeper up into her greedily working throat! Simultaneously, she sensed her own peaking moment at hand, the latter driving her insanely on to greater and greater perversities! Demonishly, she sucked until his cock began to jerk wildly up inside her mouth… then, it spewed forth the searing, liquid cum from deep in the relentessly building depths of his balls, but not as she'd visualized it! The stream of scalding, viscid sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her greedily sucking mouth almost before she could swallow it away… time and again, as if he were pissing down her throat, the lust-filled realization literally destroying her inside as her orgasm swept through her like some never-before, earth-destroying cataclysm…!

He was gone before Carol could even try to comprehend what had happened. She lay back in a semi-exhausted nakedness, still breathing heavily and tremblingly staring at the empty, opened window. God… he was real… alive, exsistent all right… but could she tell anyone in the whole world that…? In fact… in fact, the only concrete proof she had, even to herself, that the unbelievable act had occurred were the thin, still warmly glowing trickles of his sperm that trailed wetly from the corners of her lips down over her passion-flushed cheeks below…