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CHAPTER TWELVE
   Linda awoke feeling more refreshed and more alive than she had in years.
She'd had several short dreams, each one superseding its predecessor,
erasing and overwriting her short term memory resulting in issues settled
within her conscience.  She stretched and headed for the shower.  She had
slept nude with a towel under her `just in case'.  There was nothing on the
towel.  After a hot shower she let Rambo outside and sat down to a cup of
coffee while studying her computer manual.  This morning she had actually
gotten dressed for the first time since she had showered at Matt's house.
She wore her favorite jeans; the ones that made her ass look like an
upside-down heart, and a white, bare midriff halter top.  In her
flip-flops, she was all of five foot three and a half and her long brown
hair flowed in gentle waves past her shoulders, halfway to her waist. 
Usually she wore a pony tail but today she looked and felt beautiful,
glowing from an internal light reserved for those completely satisfied with
their lives.  A knock at her door brought her out of her reverie.  The
phone company van was parked in her driveway, she hadn't heard their
approach.  She met the handsome young man at the door.
   "Are you Miss Linda Lacey?" He asked, somewhat taken aback by the beauty
framed in the doorway.
   "Yeah, that's me.  You can call me Linda." She drawled her words
intentionally; the effect was immediate on the young man.
   "Uh, did I, I mean do, should I install your phone line now?" He
stammered with most of his vocal capabilities coursing into his cock,
vacating his mind.  Blushing, he gathered his wits.
   Linda came to his rescue.  "Yes, you are at the right place.  What's
your name and how old are you?  You look so young."
   "I'm twenty years old maam, I mean, uh, Linda.  My name is Robert but my
friends call me Bobby." He was getting more uncomfortable by the minute.
   "Well Bobby, don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open, come
inside and get a look at what I want from you and make it happen." She was
in control.
   Bobby was young and inexperienced with women but he did know his job. 
After all there are only 4 wires in a phone line and only 2 of them are
usually used.  He ran a phone line to her computer, one into the kitchen,
and a third jack went in the bedroom.  It was while wiring the last jack in
the bedroom he ran into trouble.  His problem wasn't with the phone lines
or the jacks he was installing, the problem was his reaction to the
flirtatious hot woman who kept looking over his shoulder, brushing the back
of his neck with her scantily clad tits, and making sexual comments about
everything he did.
   "Now what are you doing with those funny looking pliers?"
   "I'm stripping the wire."
   "Lucky wire."
   And so the conversation had gone but now that he was in the bedroom, her
advances were becoming difficult to ignore.  Finally he cut to the chase
and stammered out his frustrations.
   "Miss Linda, I'm having a hard time finishing this with you talking
about sex and leaning over me and stuff.  Do you want to let me finish this
or what?"
   "What." She stated as if it were her only option.  She had decided she
was going to take this young man as soon as she had seen his 6 foot 2 well
built body standing on her porch.  Her nipples were standing tall from the
rubbing she had done on his back and neck and she moistened at the thought
of his handsome body on top of her.  He knelt in front of her, a
screwdriver in his hand, intending to reach for the partially finished
phone jack on the wall bedside her bed.  She reached behind her back and
pulled the one string holding her top tied and removed the only covering
her breasts had.  Topless, she placed her hands on either side of his head
and guided his mouth to her left nipple.  Bobby did not know what he should
do.  His cock was so hard it hurt and he wanted this beauty in the worst
way but he didn't want to lose his job for a quick fuck either.  He sucked
and licked her nipple and eventually his lust conquered his inhibitions.
   Linda was seated on the bed with her new young playmate attached to her
breast.  She gave a soft moan and pushed his head away.  He looked at her
surprised until he saw her hands reaching for the snap on her jeans.  "I
suggest you do the same if you want to play." She said seductively.  His
clothes were off before Linda had wiggled out of her panties.  She viewed
his huge erection with satisfaction and dropped to her knees to fondle his
rock hard cock.  Her mouth slid over his cock head and his hips bucked
forward, sliding another two inches of unfamiliar meat into her mouth.  She
hadn't given head in years but now she licked and sucked like she had been
doing it forever.  Bobby was in heaven with one of the most beautiful women
he had ever seen attached to his cock and worshiping it as if it were her
God.  His balls were tight and he felt the familiar boiling beginning in
his gut.  Linda, sensing his loss of control pulled away and stood.  "Come
on Bobby, sink that puppy in me." She grinned internally.  If only Bobby
knew who or should she say, what her most recent lover had been.  She lay
back on the bed and spread her legs, waiting for human contact.  Bobby
quickly lay on top of her and with a quick thrust, showing his youthful
impatience, impaled her completely with one quick thrust.  His cock, while
neither as long nor as wide as Rambo's, nevertheless, was satisfyingly
filling.  He was a full two inches longer than Frank and a little wider
too. He started pounding into her as soon as he got his cock inside her wet
hole.  The fucking was fast and furious.  He marveled at the wetness of her
cunt.  She was wetter than any girl he'd had and she had a fantastic grind
too.  There wasn't much friction, for her size, she was plenty loose but
what she lacked in tightness, she made up for in action.  She rotated her
hips with a grinding round and round motion that caused his cock to drive
into her sideways.  Up one side and down the other she ground, with her
legs locked over his thighs.  Her pubic bone slammed and slipped side to
side, punishing her clit and causing her to grind harder into Bobby.  He
pumped into her mercilessly, withdrawing as much cock as he could with her
legs wrapped around him, then slamming his entire eight inch cock back in
to the hilt.  His balls bounced off her ass as he started cumming.  Linda,
feeling the hot rush of Bobby's cum, started bucking and moaning loudly. 
Her stomach contracted and her back arched as she added her cum to his. 
Together they lost rhythm, her contracting pussy clutching hopelessly at
his spurting shaft.  He spent everything he had inside her; pushing his
cock in as far as he could before he stopped moving.  To his surprise, not
once did he bottom out.  This was one deep pussy, it seemed to have no
bottom for him to hit.  Spent, he felt their cum-mixture seeping out from
around his cock.  He marveled that such a petite beauty would have such a
loose, deep pussy.
   Linda moved from under Bobby, un-wrapped her legs and rolled slightly to
the side.  Bobby slid off of her and started for the bathroom.  He cleaned
up and came back in, his cock now soft.
   "Wow Miss Linda, You are so sexy!" He was staring at her shaven leaking
pussy.  He hadn't had a bald pussy before.
   "Well get a good look, it's the last time you'll see this cunt." Linda
said softly.  Bobby understood.  She had wanted him, once.
   "Did I do something wrong?"
   She sat up and grinned, "No, nothing wrong here.  I came like a
hurricane!  You are great.  It's just I don't want you to think you can
come over here and tear off a piece whenever you want."
   Bobby grimaced.  That was indeed what he had thought.  He was already
making plans to return but she had just harpooned his hopes.  She could
tell by his expression he was hurt.
   "Hey Bobby, lets go into the living room.  I have something in there to
make you feel better."
   Bobby looked hopefully into her dark eyes.  "Ok but aren't you going to
get dressed?"
   "I'm going to clean up some and dress while you finish this phone jack."
She smiled and pointed to the floor where the wires and dropped screwdriver
lay."
   The dark mood was broken and Bobby smiled at her.  He began working
again, this time without the almost unbearable pressure in his balls. 
Linda went into the bathroom and placed a finger in her pussy.  She spun
her finger inside in a quick circle and when she pulled her finger out,
most of Bobby's cum came out with it.  She dressed quickly and walked
through the bedroom, into the living room where Bobby stood with a
clipboard.
   "Please sign here Miss Linda." He averted his eyes from the cleavage
shot.
   "Let's sit down." She said after signing.  She intended to smoke a fatty
with him.
   "I'd rather not.  I got a lot of stops to make today and I am running a
little late."
   "Hey, I'm sorry if I got you in trouble."
   "No, you didn't get me in trouble but I need to go now to keep it that
way."
   She got up and hugged him, noticing his hands didn't touch her and his
body was unresponsive.  "Damn." She thought to herself.  "I shouldn't have
jumped his bones like that.  He feels terrible."
   Bobby turned at the door and looked back inside.
   "Miss Linda?  You have the best pussy I've ever had.  Thanks for this
morning.  I'll never forget this!"
   He grinned and the guilt Linda had been feeling dissipated like fog in
hot sunlight.  She beamed back at him.
   "You can call me sometime, give me a few days and call my new number."
   She wasn't planning to say that to him but his body framed in the
doorway was impressive.
   "Thanks.  You're being kind.  Maybe I'll call, probably not."
   With that Bobby turned slowly and walked to his van.
   CHAPTER THIRTEEN
   Linda sat at her new computer, bouncing slowly around the
world-wide-web. She was hooked up and she was looking at all the sights
with keen interest.  She had found a story website where everyday folks
wrote fantasy stories and posted them.  She read several of them, always
drawn by the bestiality stories.  She had read about the Donkey Show and
this guy's wife who, after seeing the show, found a farm with ponies,
donkeys, and horses.  She rode all of them.  The description of being so
full of cum that there wasn't room for cock made her think of Rambo and how
his cum had leaked out of her so slowly.  She finally paid the money and
joined one of the bestiality sites.  She downloaded many pictures, the
movies were too much for her dial up modem, and saw many women impaled by
all sorts of animals.  But the place that held her attention most was the
classifieds.  In there were several ads, some with photos of couples and
dogs and horses and everything she could ever hope to try.  There were ads
from folks who wanted to try bestiality.  They were usually men seeking a
woman with a dog.  They wanted to watch.  She read the ads with interest
but kept returning to one in particular.  It was from a couple about an
hours drive away.  She was interested in bestiality, in particular being
tied with a dog.  He wanted to watch his wife be pounded by a dog.  They
described themselves as in their mid twenties, a professional white collar
family.  They wanted an e-mail address and description of the dog and
owner(s) complete with photos.  Linda was at a loss.  She didn't have a
digital camera, just one of those silly web cam things and that wouldn't
take good photos.  She came up with a plan.  She wrote to the couple, Steve
and Barb, explained her situation, and offered to be on web cam for them.
Only an hour went by and Barb answered.  Steve was at work but she was home
and asked for Linda's chat identity and she would respond.  They hooked up
on messenger and Linda opened up her web cam.  It was agonizingly slow but
she was able to send some images of her and Rambo.  After chatting with
Barb for about an hour and sending as much web cam footage, Linda gave her
telephone numbers to Barb.
   Linda and Barb talked until well after noon.  Linda recanted her first
experience with Rambo, including the mind blowing orgasms and passing out
she had experienced.  She went into detail about how Rambo's cum had leaked
out for hours after the breeding.  Both of them laughed at Linda's boss
standing and talking to Linda as Rambo's load slid down her leg.  Linda
warned Barb about Rambo's huge knot and how she might be ruined for her
husband for awhile.  She told Barb about the young man with the big dick
and how she was able to take all of him straight away without much
foreplay. Barb seemed genuine and as Linda talked she looked at the photos
Barb had sent of her and her husband.  One shot in particular held her
interest.  It was a photo of Barb dressed in daisy dukes and a bikini top
riding a bicycle.  She was bent over the handlebars of the bike and the
profile shot showed off Barb's long legs and heavy chest.  She appeared to
be about 5 foot 10 inches tall and a true blonde.  Linda guessed her weight
at about 140 pounds, about right for someone that tall.  Barb's husband was
fairly non-descript, about an inch taller than barb, with average looks and
an early start on a middle-age bulge.  He looked like a pharmacist or
something.  Barb made plans to call back after Steve got home.  Steve had
been the one who placed the ad but it was Barb who got to decide who or
what plundered her pussy.
   CHAPTER FOURTEEN
   Barb waited impatiently for Steve to come home from work.  She was eager
to tell him the news about Linda and Rambo.  Linda's e-mail was indeed
interesting.  Barb had received so many replies, mostly from men who wanted
to take a turn on her, that her inbox needed constant supervision lest it
become too full.  This latest e-mail was from a single woman with a large
dog.  She had been having sex with her dog and was willing to share.  Barb
had hoped to find another woman to share her first bestiality experience
with.  Linda's description of herself was acceptable and her willingness to
talk openly about her experience was disarming.  When chatting with and
especially after viewing Linda's web cam, Barb knew Steve would want this
to be her first experience.  Not so much because of the wonderful HUGE dog
Linda owned, but because the petite brunette on the other end of the
computer was dynamite!  Barb wondered how Steve would react when he saw the
most recent answer to his advertisement.  After calling Linda and having a
most wonderful conversation with her, she found Linda's wit and confidence
infectious and she was almost wishing she were being plundered by Rambo as
they spoke.  Barb was no stranger to multiple orgasms.  She was lucky
enough to be married to perhaps the most sexually adventurous man around.
Steve would try anything on her once.  It seemed his goal in life was to
make her cum.  They had a toy chest full of things Steve had ordered off
the web and had gotten from sleazy book stores.  They had one sexual
adventure after another.  This latest idea of Steve's had her aroused.  He
had been visiting his favorite porn sites and had taken fancy to some of
the bestiality sites.  He had printed a photo of a young blonde girl stuck
butt to butt with a Doberman Pincer and stuck it to the refrigerator before
going to work one day.  When Barb went into the kitchen and saw the photo
with Steve's handwritten caption "This could be you!" on it, she laughed
out loud.  He had come home that evening and asked what she thought of the
photo and after the laughter died a second time she found out just how
serious he was.  First they contemplated getting a dog but ever the
impatient one, Steve insisted on advertising on the web.
   Barb printed out one of the screenshots she had collected from Linda's
web cam and hung it on the refrigerator.  It showed Linda's petite body
with Rambo's huge head hanging over her shoulder.  The dog's head appeared
twice as big as that of his master!  There was enough of Linda viewable to
show her lithe body and her bedroom eyes seemed to glow with lust.  That
should get Steve's attention.
   Steve arrived home from work to find Barb gone and the photo on the
refrigerator.  There was a caption that read "You asked for it..." He swore
under his breath, imagining his wife getting plowed by that huge dog and
him not there to see it happen.  About that time Barb came into the house.
H "Thank god you're here!" Steve sighed with visible relief.  "I thought
you might be tied somewhere!"
   "So what do you think of my new friend?" Barb knew the answer to that
before she had asked.
   "She is HOT!!" Steve went on.  "But that dog of hers is huge; do you
think you can handle it?"
   "If she can handle it, I should be able to.  I talked to her for hours
today on the phone.  She is so funny and smart!  She told me about Rambo,
that's the dogs name, jumping on her while her hair was stuck in the tub's
drain.  It was all just too funny!  She said she came for hours!"
   Steve was impressed by his wife's initiative.  He was always the one
suggesting they try something and then arraigning all the details.  This
time he had placed the ad, that much was true, but it was she who had
sifted through all the slimy e-mails and came up with this jewel.  His only
fear at this point was the size of the dog.  He was well aware of a dog's
anatomy.  He had been looking for maybe a Collie or a small German Shepard.
She was thinking, no, planning to let an English Mastiff mount her.  The
size of that dogs knot might warrant a trip to the emergency room and no
sex for him for a month!  As quick as that thought went through his mind,
another more vivid scene sprang into his head.  He imagined his beautiful
wife on all fours with a 200 pound Mastiff smashing away at her pussy while
she came and came and came.  The VCR footage would be priceless.
   Quoting one of his favorite TV shows, Steve said, "Make it so."
   Barb called Linda's cell phone, her other line was busy.
   "Are you online?  Yeah, I thought so.  Steve is absolutely turned on by
the idea.  Great.  When and where.  Sure we can be there tomorrow evening,
say about seven-thirty?  Good.  Hey, do you mind if I go online and chat
with you when I hang up?  I'd like Steve to see your web cam.  Great!"
   Barb hung up and booted their computer.  After about an hour of chatting
with Linda and watching the jerky cam images of her beautiful body and her
huge dog, Barb said her goodbyes and disconnected.  Steve was elated.  His
mental snapshot of his wife being plundered was enhanced by the beautiful
owner of the dog.  Maybe he would get as lucky as Rambo.
   CHAPTER FIFTEEN
   The hours crawled by as Linda straightened her house again.  Yesterday
she had made plans with Barb and Steve to share Rambo with them.  She was
starting to have second thoughts as she fed Rambo and a twinge of what
could only be described as jealousy crept into her gut.  Still, she had to
realize after all, Rambo was a dog and would fuck any bitch in his path. 
She was no better.  Hadn't she taken the phone boy yesterday?  She had been
so hot for him her slit was slick 30 minutes before he touched her.  Maybe
she had become as much a dog as Rambo.  She smoked the rest of her joint
and cursed the clock.  Everything was in place and ready for the evening.
   Today had been another good day.  She spent the day getting her car
towed to the garage recommended by Freddie and had gotten a ride with the
tow truck operator to town.  Once there she withdrew all but 20 dollars
from Frank's savings account and opened up a checking and savings account
of her own.  She kept out 500 dollars for mad money and walked to the strip
mall just down the street from the jail.  Several stops later she used her
cell to call Matt and ask him to pick her up downtown and take her home. 
He was there to get her almost before she hung up with him.  She got into
his car and he tried to find out what had been going on in her life.  He
had assumed because she was near the jail when she had called that she had
been there to visit Frank.  She bristled at the mention of his name.
   "I will not go see him.  I never want to see him again.  He can rot."
She spit the words out like an automatic weapon.  Matt recoiled and she
noticed his reaction.
   "I'm sorry Matt.  It's just that he has ruined my life and I hate him
for it.  I really appreciate you and all you are doing for me.  I will make
it all up to you, promise!"
   Matt was not too sure he wanted to collect.  This beauty was volatile
and if her passion and anger are anything alike, he might not be able to
function as a normal person again.  Maybe there's a reason her husband
drinks so much.  With thoughts like these occupying his mind, he dropped
her off at her house without getting out of the car.  Linda was too into
her evening plans to notice his cooler attitude.
   Her house had never been so clean.  She had cleaned and cleaned. 
Rambo's slobbers were everywhere and it took her hours to get all of them
cleaned off the walls and even the ceiling didn't escape the flinging wads
of drool when Rambo shook his head.  Then she washed Rambo.  He was really
easy to wash because he enjoyed being hosed off in the back yard,
especially on hot days like today.  After drying Rambo as much as she could
with several large beach towels, she started working on herself.  Her
shower ran cool before she was finished.  She had shaved every bit of hair
from the waist down.  Linda couldn't resist slipping a couple of fingers in
her clean shaven pussy, just to check her elasticity.  She was able to get
four fingers inside but it was a very tight fit.  She smiled at her
reflection in the mirror.  "Guess you just can't wear one of these things
out!" She was ready for another mind blowing evening and hoped Barb was
ready too.  Linda dressed in a lacy halter top, her favorite pair of
flannel boxers, and flip flops completed her attire.
   The sound of gravel scrunching twisted Linda's head back toward the
clock.  It was seven o'clock, half an hour before the fun starts so whoever
is here has to go.  She heard a car door close as she stepped from the
kitchen into the living room, then another door closed.  She stopped cold.
This was either real good or real bad.  The knock on the door mobilized her
again.  She answered the door.
   CHAPTER SIXTEEN
   The trip to Linda's house seemed to take all day as Steve drove slowly
south.  His wife, noticing the slow pace complained again.  "What's up with
the Mr.  Magoo driving mister?"
   "Don't get your panties all in a wad, oh wait a minute, you aren't
wearing any are you?" Steve smiled at her and she laughed.
   "You're doing this on purpose." She knew her husband.  There was a
reason for everything he did.  Now he was purposely driving slow knowing it
was driving her insane.  It was working.  Her crotch was wet and her flimsy
sun dress did little to hide her goose bumps as she thought of this
evenings planned activities.
   They had left at six o'clock and planned to arrive at seven-thirty.  The
drive was only an hour so if Steve went 5 miles an hour under the speed
limit, they would still be early.  He had packed lots of fun things. 
Everything from the soft rubber butt plug collection to the Velcro bondage
kit.  He had all sorts of lotions, lubes, dildos, and he even had enough
sense to pack his masturbator just in case he had to fly solo.  He had
forgotten his video recorder.  Steve sped up just to keep his wife sane and
to keep her from peaking too early and backing out of the adventure.  He
did know her well, very well.  Once she was ready for action, if that
action didn't happen when she was ready, she might very well back out. 
They pulled into Linda's driveway just a minute or two past seven o'clock.
   Linda answered the door with apprehension.  Her relief was evident when
she recognized the tall blonde and her husband.  She invited them in and
turned off her porch light.  She'd had it on even though it was light. 
Rambo came bounding into the living room, unaware of his stardom, and
proceeded to greet everyone in the fashion he was accustomed to, by
sniffing their crotches.
   When his attention turned from Steve to Barb, Steve said, "Honey, go
ahead and give him a little taste of his new bitch."
   Barb turned crimson with embarrassment but Linda came to her rescue. 
"Yeah Barb, let Rambo have a little preview of cumming attractions."
   Barb slid her sun dress up enough to be just above her well trimmed
blonde bush.  Her legs parted slightly and Rambo started licking his
prospective bitch aggressively.  The effect on Barb was immediate.  Her
eyes fluttered and her knees shook as her anticipation readied pussy became
the target of the largest, roughest tongue she had ever seen or felt. 
Rambo licked her tasty place with gusto as her hips started swaying.  Steve
moved around behind her and supported her by reaching under her sundress up
to her large breasts and pinching her nipples.
   Barb moved away, back against Steve, and lowered her dress.  She looked
slightly shook up and she leaned over until her face was level with Rambo's
and said, "Well it's good to meet you too Rambo, I've heard so much about
you and I see at least part of it's true."
   All three of them laughed and Rambo's tail wagged so much his backend
looked like it was on hinges.  After proper introductions, they all had a
seat in the living room.  Linda shared some of the wine Matt had given her
and they talked about several different topics but the one central item
that conversations always returned to was Rambo and Linda's sexual
relationship.
   Two bottles of wine later and feeling much relaxed, Steve asked to see
the weight bench.  He was intrigued by Linda's story about the bench and
the missionary position fucking she had managed to get from Rambo.  He went
into the bedroom with her, leaving his wife in the living room with Rambo.
After careful inspection of the bench, he told Linda she could expect the
fucking of a life time if she would let Steve use his bondage kit to tie
her to the bench.  His twisted mind had a plan.
   "All you have to do is use the folded towel just like before but lay
down facing the bench, you know, in the breeding position you told me
about. I will tie a belt tightly around you and the bench about
belly-button high and tie your hands to the rails of the bed.  I'll put a
ball gag in your mouth to slow your breathing and a butt plug up your ass.
When Rambo takes you, you will have duplicated the tub attack."
   Linda contemplated his scheme but had a question.  "Why the butt plug?"
"Simple, to keep Rambo out of that orifice.  You don't want that huge dog
ripping your ass do you?"
   His logic was infallible.  Linda's head was swimming as she contemplated
his suggestion.  She had a finger inside the fly of the flannel boxers on
her switch as she listened to the plan.  It was just what she had wanted to
do.  She was almost sorry Rambo had been promised to another this evening.
A low moan reached both their ears at the same time.  Their eyes locked and
smiles played across both their faces.  Linda followed Steve back into the
living room.
   The scene in Linda's living room stopped both of them just outside the
bedroom door.  Barb was sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide
while Rambo happily lapped her drenched pussy.  She was a drool soaked mess
from her belly button to her ass cheeks.  Rambo was bringing her quickly to
yet another climax and her head rolled from side to side as she pinched her
nipples.  She was cumming hard and she bucked against Rambo's snout.  His
tongue was up in her pussy and the term `eating her out' took on new
meaning.
   CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
   Barb called to Rambo as her husband and her new friend disappeared into
the bedroom.  She scratched his huge head and made cooing and good puppy
noises.  Rambo wanted back in the new bitches' tasty place.  He had gotten
a small taste of her when she first walked in but he had waited long
enough. He wanted to taste her.  Rambo kept bumping her hand away as she
attempted to keep his head away from her crotch.  "Now Rambo, we don't want
to start without the others." Rambo didn't care who was or wasn't in the
room.  She finally relented and raised her sundress over her head.  Stark
naked, she sat on the edge of the couch and let Rambo have his tasty treat.
He wasted no time in burying his oversize tongue in her snatch.  She
started cumming almost as soon as he started eating her out.  His snout
buried itself in her thin blonde pubic hair and his tongue and oversized
jowls slopped drool from her belly to her asshole.  Drool was coating her
privates completely and her moans increased as she came the third time.
   Steve decided to intervene, leaning down beside her head and talking to
her.
   "Honey, go ahead and get on your hands and knees.  It's time for you to
have Rambo inside you."
   He repeated this suggestion three times before what he was saying
registered in her orgasm clouded mind.  Slowly her knees came together and
down.  Rambo backed off, confused at the new tasty bitches actions.  Then
she got into the breeding position.  Rambo knew what to do but first he
must taste the bitch one more time to be sure.  Rambo started licking her
and she responded by arching her back and wiggling her hips.  Barb wanted
his cock and she wanted it now.  Rambo was happy to be of service and he
responded to her wiggling hips by hopping on her back and hunching his huge
tool towards her pussy.
   Barb felt Rambo land on her back and gasp as her large breasts were
assaulted by his huge paws wrapping around her chest.  Rambo hunched
forward and his thrusting hips came in contact with her ass cheeks.  The
pointy end of his oversized cock deftly split her clinging drool soaked
pussy and six inches of huge hot dog cock slid past her opening, lodging in
her cunt.  Rambo sensed his quick triumph and shifted his feet closer to
her ass.  With a short withdraw of about an inch, he gained momentum and
shoved nearly all his cock in her snug pussy.  Barb felt the first six
inches of hot cock split her pussy wider than any of the huge dildos her
horny husband insisted on using on her.  She started having second thoughts
about breeding with Rambo but knew it was well beyond the point of no
return.  His feet shuffled and he pulled out slightly then he shoved
forward again, burying 9 inches of hot dog cock in her strained pussy.  The
feeling of fullness was incredible!  Rambo started fucking her in earnest,
trying to loosen this newest bitch up enough to accept his seed plug.  His
rear feet danced as he hammered his bitch splitting cock in and out of her
pussy with blinding speed.  Each thrust of Rambo's cock smashed his knot
against her straining pussy lips.  Her knees were being punished by the
carpet as Rambo propelled her forward across the floor.  She dug in with
her hands well out in front of her, lowering her shoulders, raising her
ass, and pushed back to keep her knees from being rug burned badly.  This
proved to be the position that got her bred.  In this position, Rambo's
huge knot was all but gaining entry into his bitch.  The pussy surrounding
his immense cock was softening as his meat tenderized her pussy with each
stroke.  Barb didn't know what was happening, all she knew was she never
wanted it to end.  She had started cumming again as soon as she had lowered
her shoulders and raised her ass.  The added stimulation of Rambo's huge
knot gaining entry took her places she had never been.  Inside Barb,
Rambo's cock had bottomed out.  She wasn't quite as deep as his mistress.
Just as his knot would stretch her pussy enough to gain entry, the end of
his cock hit a wall and there he would be, straining with his knot stuck in
the tightest part of her pussy as he shoved forward.  Then he would slip
back out slightly and again start his jackhammer approach to burying his
knot in her.  Several times Rambo had his knot half in and was defeated. 
Barb was growing tired and was struggling to hold his weight.  Her arms
gave out and she sunk to her elbows.  Her plundered pussy had cum more than
ever before and she was fast approaching collapse.  Rambo continued driving
into her mercilessly, his feet dancing as he fucked into her wrecked pussy.
Her new position allowed him to place a front paw on the floor as he again
and again jack hammered his immense knot against her defenses.  Then it was
over as suddenly as it began.  Her pussy, completely stretched out by his
knot, became deep enough to accept his entire cock with her on her elbows.
Rambo slammed his cock in her so deeply, her head snapped back and her eyes
opened wide.  She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out.  She
tensed every tendn in her body and the sinews in her neck stood out.  She
was in the most pain she'd ever felt and was cumming so hard her stomach
spasmed.  New strength spread through her smashed pussy, contracting ruined
muscles and keagling against the massive member firmly lodged in her guts.
Her pussy contracted again in orgasmic spasms, pulling Rambo's cock further
into the already filled cavity that used to be her normal sized pussy.  She
started to sway, slipping in and out of consciousness as Rambo hopped off
her and lifting his huge rear leg clear of her weaving ass, turned until he
was ass to ass with her.  His huge balls started empting their seed deep
within Barbs womb, deeper than a cock should have ever gone.  Steve kneeled
beside his bred wife.  He put his knee under her shaking stomach, holding
her up as she came again.  She tried to speak but was defeated by yet
another round of climaxes.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she passed
out briefly then came to, only to cum again.  Rambo continued pumping cum
into her as she cum, passed out, came to, and then cum again.  It was a
viscous cycle and Steve became worried.  Fifteen minutes after Rambo had
sunk his knot, he began to deflate.  His knot pulled free and a huge rush
of cum followed his cock out of her pussy.  Barb had been claimed.  She was
his.  She would never again cum as she did when tied to Rambo.

   
  
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