Jon Reskind - The neighborhood pet

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…!

Earlier that morning, Don had called to let Barbara know his luncheon date with Steve Smith was still on and that he intended to pour it to their neighbor, along with the martinis, just the way they had rehashed it the night before. Not that the voluptuous, onyx-eyed brunette ever felt the need for an aphrodisiac, but the way Don had painted mental images of what it would be like for her with Steve had certainly reacted on her as one. God, she'd gone wild, and so had he, neither of them able to get enough. He'd tongued her raging pussy right there on the living room davenport for a good half-hour, until she'd lost track of her climaxes, before fucking her the first time on the floor. Then, it had been into the bedroom for another fierce bout with him taking her from behind, his big, long, thick cock pumping into her fire-filled vagina like a beautiful battering ram… and still neither of them had been ready to quit.

Barbara's yet roused brain sensually reflected the lustful scenes from their wild sex-party as she went about straightening up the house. Her dark-eyes glowed with the pornographic stimulant of her husband's lewdly phrased word-pictures of what she should look forward to and what she should plan to surprise the young Mr. Smith with…

"Now, if he's anything like me, baby, he loves to have his cock sucked," Don had goadingly suggested as they lay there naked and breathing heavy from the animal-fashion fucking he'd just given her. His arm was around her, his strong hand fondling her full breast and worrying its tiny, hardened nipple, while she lovingly played with his still partially swollen, amazing big cock. "What do you think?"

"Don, I hope so, darling!" she honestly exclaimed. It was one of her favorite erotic acts. Nothing could turn her on like the hot, hardened feel of a thick, virile cock in her mouth. And invariably when it squirted its scalding-sweet jism down her throat she would cum like an earthquake by the mere squeezing of her full thighs together to massage her clitoris between the educated lips of her never unsensuous cunt. "Though I've yet to find a man who doesn't. And would that be some sort of hint you're passing on to me, Mr. Keller?"

He'd chuckled, giving her swollen breast an almost painful, loving squeeze, sending revived little chills of desire up her naked back. "Well now, seeing you put it that way… why don't you just demonstrate how you'll suck old Steve… I mean, kind of practice on me."

Again, she'd trembled with anticipating excitement, never hesitating as she leaned over him to trail her soft, moistened lips down across the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she'd said: "And you can imagine that I'm Karen sucking your big cock for you… but I want you to keep telling me what Steven and I will do! Go on, lover, please…?" Her fingernails scratched lightly over his re-stiffened hardness which was still wet and shiny from their fucking. She crawled between his spread legs to hover on all fours with her face just above its towering length, knowing that he could feel her hot breath washing over it.

"Ah… he'll lick your hot cunt… bury his tongue right up that tight pussy hole… unh!" he had tried, choking out a grunt as haunched there, she began to stroke his thick rod of hardness first with one hand and then between both of them with a slow, pressuring motion. He'd groaned again, thrusting his lean loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his now rock-hardened penis.