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CHAPTER SIX
   Linda finally got a hold Frank later that evening.  She had put off
smoking any of the pot for fear she would get `in the mood' before her
battered pussy was recovered so when she called the jail to find out
specifics, it was a sober, angry wife who finally got her husband on the
phone.
   "Are you going to bail me out?" Frank managed to ask after a couple of
"I told you so's" punched him in the gut.
   "Where would I get the money for that?" Linda snapped.
   "Go to my mom's and tell her you need it for something but just don't
tell her what, hell make something up."
   "Fuck you.  I've done enough lying for you to last a lifetime.  I'm not
going to tell your boss your sick anymore, and I won't make up some lame
story to tell your parents." Linda spun on her heel and paced back into the
laundry room.
   Frank, resigned to staying put at least until his court date, tried to
calm her down with small talk.  "So, where are you now?"
   "I'm home." Her answers were short, clipped by anger.
   "Then how are you calling me.  Did you get a phone put in?" He was
hoping she had so at least he would have some ammo for the upcoming battle.
   "No, I borrowed a cell from a friend until I get downtown and pick your
cell up."
   "Who gave you their cell?"
   "That is none of your business."
   "Sure it is, I'd like to know who's being kind to my wife so I can repay
them.  It's not that I don't trust you..."
   "This conversation is over Frank.  We will discuss our alleged future
together when you get out."
   Linda was so angry that she hung up on him.  How dare he ask her to lie
for him again?  It was bad enough he wouldn't take care of the house!  She
walked into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed.  Absentmindedly, she
slipped her hand into the fly of the flannel boxers.  One finger went in
easily with just a little resistance.  She worked her pussy with her hand
as she thought of the weight bench in the garage.  Her other hand slipped
up inside her shirt and she rolled her left nipple between thumb and
forefinger.  Linda managed to get her standard three fingers inside and was
working her clit with her thumb as she fantasized about Rambo and the
weight bench.  It was just the right height, length, and width for her
missionary style plan and she fully intended to have "mans best friend"
pounding away at her soon.  Her administrations soon took control of her
breathing and she brought herself to orgasm using only her hand, something
she had not done for awhile.  In the brief afterglow, she realized she had
slipped four fingers in as she came and was no longer "three fingers
tight." It was not a situation that bothered her; instead she was counting
on being a little looser for Rambo this next time around.
   Linda called Matt and thanked him for the phone.  She asked him if he
would mind driving her to the jail in the morning to get Frank's cell phone
and maybe stop by the grocery.  Matt agreed and told her how important she
was at work and how she had been missed.
   "I told folks your husband got in some trouble and you have to figure
some things out." Matt hoped she wouldn't get mad at him but honesty at
this point seemed like a good idea.
   "Thanks Matt.  I am so tired of the lies that go with being married to a
drunk."
   Matt reassured her.  "You seem to be a genuine person and lying just
doesn't suit you." He decided to go fishing for an answer to something that
had been bothering him all day.  "Is there anything else I should know
before I make a complete fool of myself?" He was alluding to the smell of
sex he had encountered and Linda guessed as much.
   "Uh this is kind of embarrassing to talk about but remember what I had
you pick up for me?" Linda was not embarrassed to be telling a lie of her
own.
   "Yeah, so you know what I was thinking."
   "Sure.  I hate to be gross but the shower drain is plugged and I have to
take sponge baths like some tramp so sometimes I guess I sort of smell like
one." It was a good story and Matt bought it.
   "If you want, we can swing by my house on the way to the store, just
bring a change of clothes with you and you can clean up then."
   She agreed and they made plans for 10:00 in the morning.
   Linda went to the door when she heard Rambo shuffling around on the back
porch.  She let him inside and he went to his bowl.  This evening's feast
was 2 pounds of slightly browned hamburger mixed with his dog food.  He
wasn't sure what he had done to deserve the royal treatment he had gotten
today but the tight bitch sure was lots kinder to him than his master. 
After feeding Rambo and straightening up the house some, Linda went to bed.
Today was a day of many changes.  Her view of the world had changed.  No
longer was she willing to be an enabler for the drunken bastard she was
married to.  In addition to that, she had, without meaning to, discovered a
source of pleasure that wasn't quite cheating on her husband.  She had
serious doubts now that she lay still about fucking Rambo again.  The taboo
of bestiality hung like a blanket over her and darkened her thoughts. 
Could she let Rambo fuck her knowing full well what he was going to do? 
This morning's accident was just that.  Her hair was stuck and she had no
control over the situation and was in no way responsible for her body's
reaction to the massive cock that had invaded her pussy.  It was beyond her
ability to explain was the orgasms.  Why she had cum not once, but so many
times she blacked out was a mystery to her.  She had never had more than
one orgasm at a time and multiple orgasms were for other women, not her. 
Or at least she had believed so yesterday.  With these thoughts coming full
circle and repeating themselves as she lay in the dark, she fell asleep.
   CHAPTER SEVEN
   Matt arrived on time in the morning and Linda was ready for him.  She
had slept better than she had in years and she looked and felt like a heavy
load had been lifted from her.  She had gotten up around seven and let
Rambo outside.  Then she rummaged around in their refrigerator and found a
four pound pot roast that needed to be eaten before it went bad.  She had
diced it into bite sized cubes and fed it to Rambo raw.  She was still
having second thoughts about letting Rambo take her again, but she enjoyed
her fantasy and was still acting on it.
   Matt and Linda arrived at his secluded place and Linda wasted no time in
getting into his wonderful working shower and cleaning herself up.  She had
brought her razor and even though her pussy was just starting to show
stubble, she carefully shaved everything, legs and all, in keeping with her
fantasy.  An hour and a half after walking into the shower, she came out,
refreshed and glowing with a bounce in her step and a glint in her eye. 
Matt noticed the difference and said so.
   "WOW!  That's amazing.  You look like a different person."
   "I feel like a different person, its wonderful having a shower that
works."
   "You are welcome to come here and use my facilities any time you want."
   "You say that now, but will you respect me in the morning?" Linda knew
how to keep him off guard.
   Matt was taken aback and stuttered something about always respecting her
anyway and she cut him off.
   "Come on, let's go, I can't keep you from Walemart all day!"
   He protested slightly reminding her he was the man in charge but she
insisted on leaving and not wanting to alarm her, Matt relented and they
went to the grocery.  She bought lots of red meat, mostly hamburger and
roast, still in keeping with her fantasy.  Then they swung by the jail and
she picked up the cell phone.
   "Aren't you going to wait around for inmate visitation?  It starts in
about an hour." The guard asked.
   "No, Frank will have to see me another time; I have groceries in the car
and need to get back home."
   She left with the cell phone and handed Matt's cell back to him.  She
programmed Matt's home and cell number into her new phone under the name
"Necessities." As Matt drove her home, she thumbed through the numbers on
her cell, erasing the ones she did not know and some that she did.  This
was now her phone and she would never let Frank have it again.  After
stopping at Burger Fling for a quick lunch, they arrived at her house and
Matt helped her carry the groceries inside and put them away.  She marveled
at how nice it was to have a "real man" around, one who helped her instead
of getting in her way.  Matt had picked up some liquid clog remover at the
grocery and he poured it down her shower drain.
   "It's not that I don't want you coming over to use mine but I know how
you like to be clean!"
   "Oh so you don't like it when I'm not so fresh."
   Matt blushed slightly but held his own.  "I just don't want you coming
to work smelling funny.  Might give our customers the wrong idea of what we
are selling."
   They continued small talk and stayed off the subject of Frank or
Walemart.  Neither of them seemed to want to part but as the conversation
hit a lull, Matt looked at his watch and jumped up.
   "Today has just gotten away from me!  It's already four o'clock!" Matt
started toward the door.  "I really hate to leave, you're such good
company. I do have to be back before the shift change at five."
   Linda understood and asked if she could call him tomorrow.
   "Sure, please do!" Matt was nearly speechless.  "I would like that very
much!" His feeling was one of elation.  He had spent the day with her,
watching her push the cart in the grocery was torture to his single man
existence.  The way her 28 year old body moved was cat-like and her
conversation with him convinced him she was ready for a change.  He wanted
to help her, and help himself to her.  He left after collecting a hug, a
friendly hug with a bit of a grind of her pelvis on his thigh!  His cock
started to respond and she noticed.  "You're going to have to do something
about that someday." She laughed and the tense moment passed without
embarrassment.  He left and she went into the kitchen to make Rambo's meal.
   CHAPTER EIGHT
   She went into the kitchen and found Rambo in his customary spot,
sleeping and guarding the can opener at the same time.  Linda rummaged
through her recent purchases and decided on more raw red meat.  She cut
another roast into small cubes and put it in Rambo's bowl.  "Nothing like a
little raw meat to put some starch in your meat." Rambo gobbled the roast
quickly and paced around the kitchen looking for more.  Linda had eaten a
light lunch earlier and was a little hungry but decided against eating
again even though the pot she had decided to smoke was triggering her
appetite.  "I know you will be ready for me, won't you boy.  Good boy." She
had been talking to Rambo as if she were seducing him.  Linda lit the other
half of her first joint and smoked it in earnest, holding the smoke in
until her chest felt like exploding, then coughing as she let the mostly
absorbed and nearly invisible smoke out.  She did not take a breath of
fresh air in between her tokes.  She smoked the joint until it was too
small to hold even with her finger nails.  Linda's vision became tunneled
and for an instant she felt too high, if there was such a thing.  `That was
some damn good smoke' she decided and she went into the garage and looked
at the weight bench again.  She saw something beside the bench that made
her curse.  "Fucking looser bastard!" she yelped as she grabbed the parts
box beside the weight bench.  There were five beers inside the box and
Linda made up her mind right then and there to go through with her fantasy.
"That looser doesn't deserve a tight pussy.  I'm gonna fuck Rambo ten
minutes before he gets out then throw my stretched pussy on him!" She sat
on the bench and opened one of the five stashed beers.  Sometimes when
Frank was drunk, he would hide his beers and forget where he had put them.
Linda was not a drinker.  One or two drinks usually was her limit but
tonight she wanted to be ready for her canine master and she felt the beer
would be a nice touch.
   After drinking the beer, Linda started dragging the weight bench into
her house.  It was no longer their house, it was hers.  If she shared the
house with anyone, it was Rambo.  She managed to get the weight bench into
her bedroom and placed it at the foot of her fake brass bed.  The bars on
the bed might be nice to hold onto once the pounding started!  She laid out
every detail of her fantasy, right down to locking the doors and all
windows.  Normally, Rambo was security enough but she didn't want anyone
coming in uninvited while Rambo was pumping her full of seed.  She let
Rambo outside "One more time before the action starts" to do his business
and she started getting herself ready for his onslaught.  She had drank
another beer and smoked half of the second joint before letting Rambo back
inside.  Her pussy was wet and her panties were sticking to her shaved cunt
without help from Rambo, at least without help from his cum.
   Rambo came inside to a naked woman standing beside the door.  Linda let
him sniff her bare pussy and he gave her an experimental lick.  The tight
bitch was tasty!  She was excreting something now that he had only sensed
after he had licked her before, except now, she tasted good before he
licked her!  Linda locked the door, and then she walked as one possessed
into the bedroom.  She folded a bath towel into a flattened pillow and
strategically placed it on the end of the bench away from the brass bed. 
She laid down face up on the bench with the folded towel under her ass at
the very end of the bench, raising her pussy as an offering to her new
found lover.  Her hands became busy, kneading her small breasts and then
slipping down across her abdomen to her raised pelvic bone to feel her
pussy.  Juice was starting to drip out and her moans became louder as she
plied her pussy and slipped her fingers in her cunt.  She pinched her clit
lightly and squirmed.  She moaned louder, hoping to attract a large cock.
   Rambo had lain back down in the kitchen.  He didn't know what was going
on but he sure wasn't going to complain.  After breeding the tight bitch
yesterday morning, he had been treated like royalty.  Now he heard a
different noise coming from the bedroom.  Unlike the screeching early
yesterday morning, this noise was different.  It had a drawing quality that
made his ears perk and he went off to investigate.
   Rambo appeared in the bedroom doorway and looked in.  There was the
tight bitch sticking her fingers in the tasty place.  She was moving her
hips and moaning.
   Linda saw Rambo framed in the bedroom doorway and called to him.  "Come
on boy, give it to momma.  Show her how much you love her." Linda cooed. 
"Come on baby, come here and taste me." She patted her stomach, just below
her belly button.  Rambo moved up to her exposed pussy.  The smell of him
was gone from her and he started licking her thrusting pussy.  This time
the tasty bitch was not trying to wiggle away, instead she was thrusting
toward him.  Rambo ate her pussy with gusto.  His drool once again made her
a sloppy mess between her legs, all the way up to her belly button. 
Linda's hips started a slow grind as Rambo steadily pushed her to orgasm
again.  Linda was being eaten like she had always wanted to be eaten and
her back arched and with the palms of her hands flat on her stomach, she
started shaking with uncontrollable pleasure.  Rambo continued lapping away
at her cunt as she orgasmed, then orgasmed again.  She had reached the
point of no return and she craved, no she needed to have that huge cock in
her again.  Her cum was being eaten out of her like never before but she
wanted to be impaled on his oversized tool.  Linda started talking to him
as if he could understand.  "Come on baby, fuck momma.  Please, please fuck
me now!  I need your cock in me now!  Oh Rambo.  God I'm cummmingggg!!! 
Rambo stood back as she raised her ass and thumped it back down on the
folded towel.  Her legs stretched wide again and he moved forward.  He was
confused as to what the tight bitch wanted.  She wasn't in the breeding
position like she was yesterday.  Still, his cock was pulsing with desire
and she seemed to be receptive, even more so than yesterday!  He took a
step forward and his chest came in contact with the tight bitches honey
hole.  She ground it against him and patted her chest between her firm
breasts.C It seemed obvious what she wanted but didn't she know how to get
in position?  He took a half-step forward, lifting his chest and stepping
over her out stretched legs.
   Rambo stopped licking her just as she had the most massive oral induced
orgasm she had ever had.  He seemed to not know what to do next.  Then he
stepped forward and placed his sloppy chops on Linda's stomach, soaking her
with drool mixed with her cum.  Her pussy was already a sloppy mess with
Rambo's drool dripping off her ass cheeks and running down her crack.  His
chest nudged her pussy and she ground her cunt against him.  "Please fuck
me!!!" she moaned and patted her chest, hoping to draw him further up on
her.  He stepped over her legs and raised his chest up and over her prone
form.  He landed softly but his weight took her breath as his haunches
began pumping towards her.  His back feet shifted, driving his hefty tool
forward towards its intended target.  His back hunched and his eyes glazed
as he scooted further up on the tight, tasty bitch.  His powerful front
legs wrapped around her, just below her armpits and she moved her arms up
to the brass bed, grabbing a bar in each hand.  Her widely splayed legs
were guiding his cock like runway lights as his massive missile struck
home. She gasped as his huge member once again split her pussy.  Six inches
at the first contact slid snugly into her gaping hole, snapping her head
back and whitening her knuckles as her grip on the brass held her ass in
place.  Rambo no longer had the tub to hold her captive so she pushed down
on him against the bed as he impaled her with his mighty shaft.  He pulled
out slightly and rammed in again.  Unsure of his bitches face up position,
he was moving slower than when he had taken her in the bathroom.  His
fucking took a slow, long stroke approach.  His massive chest tortured her
breasts, crushing them to the sides as he fucked more and more of his
seemingly endless supply of meat into her.  His width seemed, if anything,
even larger than when he had raped her and again she wondered at the girth
of the cock that was slowly hammering away at her stretching cunt.
   Rambo started picking up speed as he became more used to this new and
totally enjoyable position.  Linda's legs wrapped around his haunches with
her heels touching, just under his asshole, above his balls and the touch
of her there while he was fucking spurred him on.  More and more of his
massive tool was being slammed into Linda as she started cumming again. 
Her eyes rolled back in her head as his cock slammed in deeper and deeper.
He seemed to be withdrawing seven inches and shoving in eight every time
and she felt her stomach being pummeled by the massive cock hammer slamming
away deep within her over-stretched cunt.  His balls started bouncing off
her feet as he slammed into her.  "OH GOD!!!  FUCK!!!" she started cumming
again.  The previously unfamiliar but now sought after feeling of multiple
orgasms started building in her again.  As one orgasm subsided, another
began.  She felt his knot at her opening and attempted to relax through the
orgasms.  It was an impossible task.  Her cunt was milking the huge cock
imbedded in her and her spasms were uncontrollable.  Rambo was shifting his
feet, attempting to breed the tight bitch.  He had to get his knot in her
before his seed was pumped out or his breeding might not take, at least
that's what nature told him.  This time the tight bitch was contracting
strangely while he bred her.  It had happened last time but that was after
he got his knot in her.  His knot banged brutally at her opening, each
contact smashing her pussy lips a little further apart.  She was being
fucked hard and fast.  She came again.  In the lull between her orgasms,
Rambo kept up his jackhammer pace, desperately needing to sink his knot in
her.
   Linda was conscious of the knot attempting to gain entry and as she
pulled with her legs and pushed back with her arms, the constant
contractions of her pussy kept the knot just outside her pussy.  She
couldn't relax enough to let it in, it would have to be forced, and that's
exactly what Rambo did.  Linda was cumming again as he smashed past her
defenses and his already deeply buried cock surged forward another four or
five inches.  The knot had been battering her pussy for 10 minutes and
finally wore down her resistance.  Rambo seemed to hesitate with her pussy
stretched to impossible proportions with his knot in a half in, half out
state then with a shove; his engorged prick fully impaled her, rendering
her pussy as plundered as it had ever been.  There was much more pain in
this position than she had experienced previously.  His cock was buried at
a different angle and his weight on her stomach pressed against his cock
buried deep within her.  Her G-spot was rubbed raw and she started cumming
even more as Rambo shortened his strokes to only about an inch and started
his pumping of cum into her.  She felt as if her stomach were bloated as he
pumped more cum than the day before.  He started empting his huge balls and
her orgasms began to increase in frequency.  She was trying to keep count
but had lost count at eight, or was it nine!
   As Rambo bred his bitch, she continued to spasm around his cock but the
recent acceptance of his knot by her completely battered pussy rendered
ineffectual any milking action that might have taken place.  Her cunt was
completely useless to any normal sized male of her species but she didn't
care.  All she wanted was to continue cumming and be stuffed full of Rambo
forever.  The pain was disappearing, being replaced by a warm, full feeling
as Rambo's sperm filled what space in her his cock had spared.  He
continued pumping her full for several minutes while she faded in and out
of consciousness in a continual state of orgasm.  This time Rambo did not
turn and face away from her.  He stayed in his on top position and pumped
his cum into her smashed pussy.  The total loss of elasticity coupled with
the enormous load of cum he had deposited allowed him to pull out of her
much earlier than when he had raped her.  This time she had been cumming as
he drove his knot into her and he completely wrecked her cunt, stretching
it out much more than he had before.  Rambo backed off her, not dragging
her with him as before, and his fully inflated knot slipped past her ruined
opening with only minimal tugging.  As the rest of his massive tool exited
her pussy, her looseness permitted his overflow of cum to easily run out
even with the thick part in front of the knot still lodged within her!
   Linda started coming down from the extreme high of multiple orgasms. 
Rambo had pulled out of her only seconds before and she lay still on the
bench with her hands still holding onto the brass bed.  She knew he had
smashed her pussy much worse than before, she could tell by the ease with
which he exited, even before his cock had shrunk!  She did not want to look
down.  She was in some pain and she felt as if she had given birth.  Still,
it was worth it as long as a trip to the emergency room and an embarrassing
explanation didn't happen.  She glanced at the full length mirror she had
placed facing the bench and what she saw caused her head to drop back to
the bench.  There was no blood but her pussy was standing open like a
gaping cavern with cum visible standing in the opening like a puddle.  She
tried to close her legs and cum ran out as she changed the shape of her
opening from a cavern entrance to an elongated slit.  She released her grip
on the bed and fingered her battered pussy.  She would never be three
fingers tight again, probably not even four fingers tight.  Her hole was
stretched much more than yesterday with undeniable damage.  Her five foot
three inch 110 pound frame had embraced a cock larger than any cock a more
experienced, larger woman could take.  Linda attempted to get up but she
had to roll off the bench and rest on her knees with her upper torso
supported by the bench.  She lay face down on the bench and attempted to
pull her thoughts together.  Rambo's cum ran freely from her pussy, webbing
between her legs as gravity pulled his seed from her cunt.  Again she
marveled at the amount of his deposit.  She was just about to attempt to
stand when Rambo returned for his encore.  He had laid down after the fuck
session and licked his swollen cock until it retreated back into its
sheath. Then he walked into the kitchen looking for food.  When he didn't
find any, he returned to the bedroom to find the no longer tight but tasty
bitch in the breeding position with her ass facing him as she lay on the
bench.
   Linda felt Rambo's tongue return to her pussy.  He was eating his cum
out of her badly stretched hole.  She did not want him to fuck her again
but his tongue felt wonderful to her battered cunt and she let him
continue. She was starting to warm up again when she felt him stop and his
weight once again land on her.  She was his bitch.  She would not complain.
He owned her.  His massive cock slipped easily into her well used pussy
with only minor discomfort.  The jackhammer approach he used when a bitch
was in the breeding position did not hurt and Linda was aware of his knot
banging away at her entrance after only three thrusts into her.  He pounded
away within Linda without her cumming.  She was spent.  She lay on the
bench motionless with only the constant pounding moving her whenever Rambo
plowed his bitch.  His knot slipped with only minimal resistance into her
well used pussy and as his seed once again flowed into her, at last she
started to cum.  This was a slow buildup leading to a gyrating grind back
against Rambo's huge cock.  She did not speak or tell him how much she was
cumming, she just groaned and came on his massive prick as his balls
slapped against her mound.  His knot kept slipping in and out of her as he
pounded into her, seeking to bury his puppy maker within the once tight
bitch.  He couldn't sense his success at burying his knot so he kept
hammering away at her abused pussy as his knot became the cock size her
pussy got used to.  Finally, after about half an hour of constant banging
his engorged knot in and out of her pussy, Rambo stilled and pumped, even
though he didn't feel like the knot was firmly lodged inside his bitch. 
Linda had cum several more times and was at the end of her ability to
remain conscience when Rambo finished with her the second time.  He simply
pulled out of her with no resistance and a river of his cum ran past her
gaping pussy lips and down her legs.  Linda knew better than to stay in the
breeding position.  She slid off the bench, lay on the floor, and using the
soaked folded towel as a pillow, she passed out.
   
  
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