Chapter 1

The sleek German shepherd stretched out his long sinewy body on the cool of the kitchen's rubber-tiled flooring to watch the golden-haired young wife move about her household duties with an air of feminine efficiency. He chose a corner, his favorite vantage point, and a spot he had come to consider as his own since his arrival at this new place. Though at first it had been strange to him and he had sadly longed to be with his real mistress, the warm affection shown him by the young woman and man had soon won his fervent attachment.

What was even more exciting and new to him was the freedom he had here. Before, he had been allowed outside only in the company of his mistress and leashed, but here he could come and go as he felt the urge, freely exploring the alleys and neighboring yards where other friendly young wives gave him bones and sometimes even took him into their houses. Of them all, though, it was this pretty, long golden-haired girl who answered to the sound of Karen that he preferred to be with. She fed him well and petted him often, making soft little cooing sounds that not only pleased him but set his great heart to beating faster. It was the lack of such attention this morning which gave the powerful animal his feeling of slighted uneasiness, and he watched her with unflinching, devoted eyes, instinctively knowing that all was not right with her...

Actually, Karen Smith thought to herself, as she rinsed the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher, she was being a little childish about the whole thing. Steve wasn't wholly at fault this time. After all, they had awakened later than usual and she should know after eight months of marriage to him what a stickler he was for being on time at the office. With only an hour for him to shower, shave, dress and eat breakfast, then drive into L.A. proper, she'd been just a bit unreasonable enticing him into making love to her. But after last night's big let-down on his part, she'd popped her eyes open this morning with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Of course, he'd had too much to drink the night before at the Keller's dinner party... or maybe not enough, she wasn't certain which, they both did so little of it. But for some unusual reason, he'd been like a damned rabbit in bed, just whipping right off and leaving her in the middle of her passionate climb, dropping almost immediately off to sleep, while she'd lain there beside him in excited arousal for over an hour before she'd fitfully dozed off.

It was little wonder to the twenty-two year old, curvaceous blonde wife that she'd awakened in no less an erotic tizzy than the sizzling state which sleep had temporarily banked through the night. But to endure a repeat fiasco within eight hours had been almost more than she could bear! Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if she made an issue of it, had kept her from breaking right out in flustrated tears! Like a propelled young athlete trying for some sort of an olympic record, he'd raced his lengthy, swollen hardness in and out of the heated, liquid sanctuary between her legs, quickly seeing to his own needs, then hopped from the bed while she lay there panting!

"Sorry, hon... but I really got to make time, now!" he'd weakly apologized, wiping off his deflating penis with his soiled shorts as he moved toward the bathroom. Then, at the doorway, he'd turned and promised: "Look, I'll make it up to you tonight, Karen... for sure. We'll go out for cocktails and dinner, just the two of us... and after, we'll come home and have a real party. Okay... ?"

"O-Okay... all right, darling," she'd feebly answered, somehow managing a smile for him before he'd darted into the bath, closing the door behind him.

Well, at least he had understood the whats and whys of her frustration, she'd thought as she lie there, fighting the tremendous urge to finish the task with her finger before he popped out like a jack-in-the-box from the shower. But she hadn't and for personal reasons known only to herself. When she'd married Steve Smith she'd hopefully put the need for self-gratification behind her, and to this point she had not violated that optimism, for once begun it would be too easy a practice to continue.

Karen was quite aware and certainly unashamed of her carnally amorous nature, and so far, her slender, loveable, unhomely young husband had shown his appreciation of it to the best of his limited ability. There... there she went again, privately deriding him with that one word, 'limited'... and after vowing to herself only several days before that she would not let her mind think that way anymore! What was it the book she had read on marriage and sexual love had said... ? Allowing this vein of thinking toward one's mate to dwell in the mind will only breed further discontent. It is important especially for the new inexperienced bride to adopt a positive and patient view. Either partner might well detain the event of harmony in the sex act by mentally unloading blame of inadequacy on the other...

Well, inexperienced she'd certainly been and still was, she supposed, if one was to measure by the length of time she'd been at it. Steve had been the first and only man in her young life, the initial and wondrous night going back to four months before their wedding. And what a blissful, bang-up performance that had been on his part right there in the back-seat of his car! God, her climax had been so dynamic that she'd fainted dead away, nearly frightening him to death... poor darling.

Karen smiled to herself now as she remembered, momentarily pausing in her dish rinsing. But such infusing recollections were not doing a damn thing toward soothing the immediate ardor still glowing hotly in her soft belly and simmering young loins, she reasoned, forcefully sealing the memory back inside her mental archives. The main points of importance were that they were totally and rapturously in love with each other, that they were both sound and healthy, and that her twenty-five year husband's position as an insurance agent was secure and progressing beyond their fondest expectations. What young bride of eight months could ask for more than the beautiful new home they were buying in the enviable Oakmont Shadows development? Even their two-year old car was paid for, and in three more months, their furniture, would be entirely their own!

So, their sex life wasn't yet all that it might be, at least it was a hit and miss proposition, and when she wasn't left in one of these fired-up states she felt confident that in time...

A soft whine from the big German shepherd behind her interrupted the pony tailed blonde girl's stream of thoughts. She turned, smiling down at the handsome animal her Aunt Janie had asked her to look after while the vivacious older writer fulfilled a magazine assignment in London. Though she would have done it out of gratitude for this fiftyish, spritely woman who had raised her following the accidental death of her parents when she was twelve, she had truly welcomed the magnificent dog's company. Too many nights, Steve was obligated to meet with clients... the unfortunate plight of a successful insurance agent's life... and as well as the dog's company, Karen appreciated the protection in this new, outlying area the powerful animal afforded her.

"What is it, Satyr darling?" she softly cooed down at him in a tone she somehow had adopted especially for him. "Hungry, baby?" she continued, lovingly stroking the mighty dog's big, glossy-furred head. "You know, I think I'm beginning to understand why Aunt Janie gave you that devilish little name... it's the wicked, loveable gleam you too often get in those big brown eyes. To tell you the truth, young man, it sometimes appears to be bordering on salacity."

The pleasing sound of her soft, crooning voice along with the gentle pressure of her small, stroking hand on his head filled Satyr with warm-hearted relish. Instinctively, he raised his head, licking at her smooth hand to impart his growing attachment to her. Whatever had troubled her was of relative unimportance, his keen animal intuition made him know, as with that hand moving to his neck, she hugged him against her soft, outer thigh.

"I'm not sure but what you might be some reincarnated Lothario from another time," the curvaceous, doting young wife teased, happy that they exercised a six month dog impounding law in England before you could bring them in. Otherwise, she'd never known the tying bond that could grow between a human and their faithful canine friends. She had always loved them but never owned one herself. It hadn't been until after Uncle Bill's passing away and her own marriage to Steve that Aunt Janie had discovered this wonderful animal. Now, he had become one of their own little family after only a week, and already she was dreading the day that Aunt Janie would come home to claim him. "Supposing we look into the fridge to see what we can find for you, handsome? I think there might even be a nice big ham bone there."

The noble animal whined, almost as if he knew what she were saying, Karen thought, embracing him against her leg and stroking his head once more. He whimpered and she lightly laughed. The darling. She hoped she was doing right by letting him traipse out and around the neighborhood. Aunt Janie had been in such a rush that she'd given her little advice concerning him. And inasmuch as the neighbors had all taken to him, she couldn't see any harm in letting him get out and romp a bit. He seemed to know where home was and that was the main thing... along, of course, with his gentle temperament.

Although she very much enjoyed taking him on his leash grocery shopping with her, there'd been several times he'd been off gallivanting when she couldn't. But invariably, when he accompanied her, any number of wives who lived in the Shadows made it a policy to come up and pet him, such as the day before when three of them had approached him, hardly looking at her as they almost blushingly made over him. He had become quite a focal point in the neighborhood, and though proud, she had come up with some misgivings over the attention. There was such a thing, she'd read, as dog-knapping, and God, how could she ever explain that, should it happen, to Aunt Janie?

"I don't want to be strict with you, darling," his new young mistress intoned with a final, loving pat, "But I just might have to curtail some of your wanderlusting habits. Aunt Janie would never forgive me, I know, if anything happened to you... and I couldn't forgive myself."

Satyr was aware only that her melodious, gentle voice bestowed kindness and love. But beyond that, he had sensed in his closeness against her a poignant smell not unfamiliar to him, a heady scent which immediately inspired trained responses inside his big, muscular body. It was the human mating aura he had been skillfully educated to recognize... and he did, but perhaps with more eagerness than usual, for this was his beloved new mistress who made his animal-heart beat rapidly when she petted him... !

Her mind still a conglomeration of mixed-veined thoughts, Karen opened the refrigerator, identified the ham bone on its plate and bent down to retrieve it from its backward place on the tray. She said aloud, more to herself than the waiting dog: "Ham shouldn't really be kept this long, anyway... even under refrigeration... !"

Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the astounded young wife didn't move! She was still bent over, but frozen immobile at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Satyr's nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't jerk upright in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-decorum, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been smoldering inside her since the night before! Instead, she continued to stoop there, waiting, knowing that the big dog's huge head was up in under her short shift from behind, animalishly sniffing... and then, the hot pressured lap of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer, snug-fitting panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!

Good God! He'd sensed her erotic heat!

What else? It had to be that, and his singeing, long thick tongue had felt like a firebrand caressing the protected swollen lips of her still hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between her partially spread thighs, along the length of her flushed, wet cuntal crevice!

Karen raised up slowly... straightening, only because she couldn't spend the day in that position! She held the bone in her hand as she turned to gaze down at her animal-paramour who was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouthed and with wagging tail.

"You loveable devil! I was right! That's why your name is Satyr... because you are!" she tremulously whispered, all the sensations she had managed to keep from overwhelming her the past ten hours, suddenly spiraling with passionate intensity over her voluptuous, young feminine curves. "You... you are Don Juan returned... a licentious male lover in a dog's body... but so help me, more handsome than any of them! Wh- What has Aunt Janie been teaching you, anyway, Satyr darling?"

The massive German Shepherd whimpered, but the sensually intoxicated bride wasn't sure why... whether for the bone she held, or the now-inflamed secret between her trembling thighs! She shivered outright as she took the first step toward the washroom as if satanically driven. Inside, she held the bone high in a mind-spinning, teasing gesture, so that he would see and follow, lascivious things she had never before even conceived of permeating her brain!