Chapter 2

"Why yes, dear. That would be fine. All alone again? Well, never fear. We're always here. Just come around when it suits you. Bye now."

Voluptuous, black-haired Cleonora Frankly laid the phone in its cradle and turned to face her handsome husband, who was lying on the nearby sofa without a stitch of clothing on. His tall, long-legged body was covered with a ragged mass of black curly hairs ranging from his ankles upward over his belly to his wide squarish chest, and over the top of his pectorals almost to his neck. At his loins was a healthy accumulation of thick black curls which fanned the base and foundation for his powerful looking penis now held throbbing in his hand. His hand moved slowly on his pulsating rod of warm male flesh, pulling the foreskin up and over the purplish glans. With his other hand he stroked the soft fur at the nape of his German shepherd's neck.

The big dog lay on all four paws by the side of the sofa, his longish tongue hanging out, glistening with moisture. When his sensitive ears caught Laura Saunders' lilting young voice on the telephone, his head jerked up attentively, and a rush of blood flooded his throbbing animal loins. Rover liked the tall, lushly molded young blonde, and whenever he saw her, or heard her throaty voice and gay, happy laugh in the Franklin home, his nostrils flared and it was all he could do to control himself.

But Rover was a well-trained dog, and he would never have dreamed of mounting Laura Saunders without being properly cued. Indeed, everything in him would have rebelled against it. He had been brought up to respond to specific commands and cue words. Despite his menacing appearance, Rover was an animal who never lost control of himself. And, thanks to the Franklins, elegant coaching, this seemed to pay dividends in the long run. The Franklins knew how to work women up until they were ready for him, and he was happy to rely upon their superior judgment.

"Was that Laura Saunders again?" Mark asked pleasantly, continuing to stroke Rover's deeply furred neck while pulling slowly on his own hotly throbbing organ.

Cleonora smiled. "It was," she said, lighting a cigarette. She sat down on the couch next to her husband and passed the cigarette to him. Glancing down she saw that the slightest amount of shining clear pre-cum had issued from the tip of his penis, and she licked her lips in lusty anticipation. She could almost taste Mark's cum on her tongue. It was a drink she almost never tired of quaffing.

"Is that for me or for Laura?" she asked, not even faintly jealous.

"For Rover here," Mark told her, pinching the big dog's throat fur in his fingers. "He gives me more than the both of you put together."

Cleonora pinched her lips together and punched him in the side, making him exclaim. She said, "You are mean, you bastard."

Mark laughed, wrapping his hand around his jerking cock which was waving lewdly about in the air like a redwood tree not quite knowing which way to fall.

"Heh heh. Not so mean as this thing here," he said. His eyes looked mischievously up to hers. "Think you've got the stomach for it?"

Her eyes dilated. He knew very well how much his penis meant to her, and how much she loved to swallow his fiery sperm. But this teasing was part of the game they played interminably. "Maybe not," she said, "but I know I've got the throat for it." And with this she slipped her hands underneath his buttocks, and then slowly lowered her head until her tongue-moistened lips came in contact with the smooth rubbery tip of his cock.

Her red glossed lips parted slightly as she savored the exquisite taste and scent of his throbbing male hardness and her eyelashes fluttered with an old, time-honored emotion. She had fallen in love with Mark Franklin's cock when she was just a schoolgirl in Trenton, New Jersey, and had adored it ever since. Next to Rover's which, of course, was exceptional, Mark's penis was absolutely the most tasty she'd ever run across in a lifetime of searching. Despite all the many cocks that had brought pleasure to her cunt since Mark had first deflowered her at the tender age of thirteen, and despite all the numerous ones that had flooded their cum down her hotly grasping throat as she sucked with a wanton fury on their towering members, Mark's was still the most excruciatingly satisfying rod of flesh she'd ever known in any form. She worshipped it slavishly, and she worshipped her husband with it. She would have done anything for him.

And had. For despite her initial dismay, she had eventually taken part actively in every debauchery he had ever suggested. And with marvelous results. Cleonora had suffered more orgasms than she could scarcely remember. Initially there had just been the usual bit of two- couple wife-swapping, and she had discovered to her happy surprise that she could enjoy other cocks in her mouth, cunt and anus than just her handsome husband's.

Consequently she tended to trust Mark's judgment in sexual matters somewhat more than her own. She had opened up new vistas of pleasure for her that transcended all her previous hedonistic experiences. How could she possibly deny him anything?

Cleo could still remember their first swapping experience with some tolerant amusement. What a naive little baby she'd been then! How coy and blushing, like a new bride. She'd been nervous the entire first part of the evening as the two couples worked their way toward each other, got to know each other better. And then when Mark had taken the other woman into his arms, she had seen that there was really no turning back. Rather sheepishly, she had let the other man make love to her, until finally she found to her amazement that he was driving her wild with lust! When his blood-hardened penis had finally thrust upward through her curling ebony pussy hay, pushing the soft wet flesh of her cuntal opening back along its entire inner length, Cleonora had literally thought she would die from the way her loins clasped it for joy. And then as he had begun to fuck into her with solid, slow, agonizingly long strokes, she had found to her amazement that watching Mark fucking the man's wife as well only served to make the whole thing that much more exciting.

And apparently Mark felt the same way, too. For despite her active fears that he would really be terribly jealous and enraged to see her enjoying herself with someone else, quite the opposite proved to be true. So that eventually it became standard to arrange things so that they could watch each other having sex with someone else. Mark seemed to get his biggest kicks out of this, and frequently he even helped other men to mount her.

Cleo hadn't exactly been thrilled by the thought of letting anyone else insert himself into the tightly budded anus she had originally saved only for her handsome husband. But she had eventually relented there, too, after being well worked up to it. So that one evening in a drunken, half-dazed state she had allowed Mark to prop up her buttocks as another man inserted his thick middle deep into her snugly clasping rectum. Thus stretched and prepared, she had allowed herself to be maneuvered until the stranger could slide his rigidly erected cock in between her straining ass-cheeks, and then mewled with joy as his throbbing hot penis broke through her tight anal entrance and passed forward and up into her writhing young belly.

After that, of course, the dam had broken. After being fucked in her anus and her vagina it would have been asking a lot for her to resist sucking warmly on all the wonderful cocks that had given her so much pleasure.

So for a long time they had gone on like this, swapping with couples here and there. And Mark proved to have been right. All this additional extracurricular sex did have an enlivening effect on their otherwise placid marriage, and did serve to make their own sex lives much more keen. She seemed to have more orgasms each and every time, and their lives and marriage had become exciting, vibrant, full of promise.

And then they had begun to widen their circle of interests.

They experimented with black leather and domination and found neither to their own particular tastes. They tried menage a trois with a young blonde girl who moved in to live with them, but this satisfied Mark more than it did her, and she found it impossible to develop any permanent lesbian feelings toward the girl.

Then at last they seemed to find what they were looking for in orgies with multiple participants. Such adventures gave Cleonora a virtually endless supply of lust-quenching cocks, and Mark also enjoyed the great variety of women he was able to indulge.

They enjoyed, as well, a variety of caterpillar copulations and daisy chains during these multiple orgies. On some occasions there were upwards of twenty persons combined in a writhing, gurgling happy mass on the Franklin living room carpet, sometimes stretching out through the French doors right to poolside, all connected in one way or another, with penises in pussies and mouths and anuses, and female lips sucking cocks and cunts alike, and men with their tongues driving wildly up between girls' parted legs.

And then Rover had come to live with them.

Now Cleonora couldn't imagine which had affected her life more. Was it her first meeting with Mark in the balcony of the Bijou Theatre in Trenton when she was just twelve years old and he, a mature eighteen, had managed to push his fingers up under the elastic leg band of her frilly white panties to insert them into the soft moist outer flesh of her virginal pussy? Or was it the fact that they had bought Rover on an impulse one idle afternoon in Sausalito.

At first he had been just a cute little puppy, but then he had begun to change, to get older and bigger, becoming as powerful and dangerous-looking a German shepherd as any Cleonora had ever seen in her life.

Initially she had tried to deny to herself that he set something to stirring inside her, that she could feel her blood warming when she looked at him. The fact that she enjoyed herself physically with a great many men--always with Mark's consent and co-operation--did not necessarily mean that she was prepared to extend her affections as well in a direction to which she had always been brought up to believe lay only perdition and unspeakable depravity.