GAIA LIBRARY SPECIAL EDITIONS - ANIMAL WIFE - Story By Janet McCoy

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privacy. She made herself a comfortable nest in the middle of the rug, using her robe
and some cushions from the couch. She lay naked on her robe and spread her legs
lewdly before the alert black animal.
"Come on, Pogo, baby! You know what I want, don't you?" Quivering with
anticipation, she spread her legs wider and wiggled her ass invitingly. "Come on, Pogo!
Lick my pussy! Mama's so hot, baby!"
The dog took his time, sniffing her calf, her knee, then up along her firm, smooth
thigh. He made his way steadily up toward the waiting wet hole of his mistress's snatch.
May's breathing grew more and more irregular as her excitement increased. She was
already half faint with lust when Pogo's cold black nose prodded her clitoris through
her thick thatch of pussy-hair. "Aaaaaiiieeee! My God-d-d! That's it, baby! Lick me
there! Lick my clit, Pogo!"
Even in the midst of her arousal, May took time out to feel very pleased with herself.
The man hadn't had the time to stick around and do the job she had wanted from him.
Maybe he even thought she was suffering, longing for his quick moist tongue.
Little did Spike know she had her own methods of getting what she wanted when men
failed her. She realized the big man would probably blow his stack if he ever knew she
let a dog get her off. May was firmly convinced it was none of his business. She would
certainly never tell him. But it gave her a great measure of satisfaction to know she
could enjoy this sweet reward without anyone to tell her "no".
As the juices flowed thick and heavy from her pussy, the dog's tongue flew more and
more quickly up over her moist sensitive cunt-flesh. Pogo licked up every drop of her
flavorful fluids. He bent his big head in between her thighs as far as he could get it. His

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entire body seemed intent on the task of bringing the woman the satisfaction she
craved.
"Oooooohhh..."
In a movement quick as a flash, his long slippery tongue worked its way up over her
taut sphincter, her clutching pussy-hole, her sensitized clitoris. Before the woman could
calm the quivering set up by the one assault, another was on the way. The animal's
tireless tongue was driving the woman steadily up to frenzied peaks of arousal. The
more excited she got, the faster her juices flowed - and the harder the dog worked to
lap them up.
Her fingers reached for the pillows that surrounded her head and clutched them
frantically. She was looking for moral support, something to hold onto in her heady
climb to ecstasy. She ground her hips wantonly up off her robe, driving her craving
cunt into the dog's face, begging him for more of what he was only too eager to give
her. "Uuuuhhh... uuuuhhh!"
It thrilled her to look down at the massive animal head buried against her hair-thatched
snatch. She could see her clitoris peeking out of her cunt-hair somewhere up between
the dog's eyes. A lewd tingle played along her spinal column. She was feeling so good!
Sooooo good!
Her ripe round tits stood proudly up on her chest. The nipples were hard and extended.
They pointed ceiling-ward with the same urgent desire that guided her whole body in
its arching struggle for fulfillment. There was something so intensely thrilling about
yielding herself up to her own self-abasement. Just knowing that it was a dog that was
bringing her this wonderful stimulation made her excitement all the stronger. May was
in love with her own depravity.

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Her loins, her back, her head undulated slowly and sensuously in response to the hot
compelling rhythm of the animal's tongue. Her pubic mound rocked spasmodically
upward, grinding itself against the dog's muzzle. May could feel the passion burning
higher, higher, deep in the pit of her belly.
"Ooooooo... baby! Mama's feeling so good, Pogo honey!" She looked down toward the
dog's loins. Pogo's cock was protruding long and hard from his cock-sheath. The dog
was as ready for it as she was! The lewd sight of his red cock convinced May that there
wasn't a moment to spare.
She had to have that dog-cock up in her pussy - and she had to have it now!
Groaning wantonly, May pulled her twat away from the dog just long enough to
maneuver herself over onto hands and knees. She swayed her firm round asscheeks
invitingly in Pogo's face, begging him with groans and gestures to do to her what came
naturally. "Uuuuuuhhh... ooohh, Pogo... do it to me, baby! I'm so hungry for you! My
cunt's on fire!"
Her obscene encouragement fanned the fires already burning high in her belly, her
brain. Her entire being concentrated on the only goal that mattered right now - getting
that long red dog-cock up into her pussy! "Screw me, Pogo! Screw me!" Her husky cries
drew the animal like a red flag does a bull. He mounted the kneeling woman and began
to rut forward. His swollen cock soared in between her pussylips looking for purchase
in her damp slit.
"Uuuuhh! Come on, boy! Come on! Do it!" She accompanied her hasty orders with
feverish gyrations of her asscheeks. She swayed her buttocks this way and that, striving
to give the dog a direct line for her slit. So intense was her need, she thought she would
die if she didn't feel that hard animal-cock splitting her pussy soon! Her passion had

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reached wild heights of dizzy desperation!
Fate took a hand and guided the stiff red dog-cock up between the woman's trembling
thighs to the hair-fringed hole of her pussy. The dog's cockhead sensed the yielding
flesh before it. Pogo's ramrod cock drove into May's clinging pussy, as far as it could
go! At last she had the stiff filling reward she craved!
"Ooooohhh, myy-y God-d-d!" A lusty smile tortured the corners of the brunette's
mouth as she screwed back her ass to make sure she had the dog's cock up to the very
hilt. Before she had time to catch her breath, the animal was pulling out of her,
preparing for his next brutal thrust. He lunged forward, again forcing his cock to split
wide the moist trembling walls of May's pussy. Her mouth fell open slackly. May was
in orgy heaven. "Jee-zuzz! Pogo, you do it to me, baby!"
May was the kind of woman who got steadily higher, the more she got. The dildo had
felt good in her pussy this morning, but that had been only a warm-up for the
incredible filling pleasure of Spike's swollen cock. A few minutes after their fucking was
over, she had craved more. She craved the delicious intensity that comes with being
used again and again, in quick succession. She wanted to go until she couldn't go any
more.
That was where Pogo had come in. Spike had only had time to tease her pussy with his
talented tongue. The dog could give her all the lusty attention she craved. He could
keep on screwing her until her senses withered from overloading. He could give her
pussy and her libido the total workout they needed.
May had always liked men, lots of men. Her men friends had kidded her about that.
They never realized that the more she got, the more she could appreciate each one of
them. She considered herself a woman made for pleasure. She needed to be used... not

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to rust in disuse on the shelf. "Screw me, Pogo baby! Aaahhh, my cunt is so full,
darling dog! I feel sooooo good-d-d!"
Beside herself with raw stimulation, she chewed on the corner of a pillow while she
slammed her ass back against the dog's hard-driving loins. Again. And again. And
again. "Uuuuuhhh. Ooooohhh yeah!"
The room had become a blur to her fogged sense of sight. Her system was beginning to
overload. She was climbing into the outer reaches. She was getting ready for the big
blow. All her energy was being channeled into her sense of touch.
She could feel the dog's paws digging into the sensitive flesh of her hips. The sensations
that might have been pain at any other time right now became another welcome
element of pleasure. She could feel the dog's iron-hard cock brutalizing her wet greedy
pussy-hole. His stroke was incredibly forceful. Pogo had no sense of delicacy when it
came to his passion. But that was the way May liked it. That was exactly what May
wanted. To be screwed long and hard and deep... with no consideration of anything but
pleasure.
She buried her face in the pillows and struggled to brace herself on one arm while the
other hand reached back in search of her clitoris.
The little organ was hard and swollen, three times its normal size in its lusty quest for
stimulation. She moistened her fingertip in the thick juices from her pussy and ran it
round and round her eager clitoral peak. "Mmmmmmmmmmm... oooooohhh!" Added
to the stimulus of the dog's ramming cock, this new input was enough to shatter the
last of May's inner defenses.
Wailing wantonly, she let herself be carried off by the heady dual stimulation. She was a

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woman without thought, without guilt, without scruple. She was a woman charging
headlong toward a violent overwhelming release. The trigger to set her off came in the
form of the first spurts of the dog's jetting cum.
"Oooooohhh... Pogo-o-o! You're cumming in me, darling! God, you're making me
cummmmm!"
As her pussy spasmed around the shooting blasts of the animal's semen, the woman
collapsed slowly down onto the pillows. Her mind had room only for the sweet pleasure
of release. Even the dog ceased to exist for her now as she drifted into her dream world
of blissful aftermath.
May had no idea how long she lay half asleep amidst the wreckage of her cum-oiled
love-nest. When she awoke, the dog was barking noisily in the kitchen. Someone was
knocking at the screen door.
"Can't a woman get any privacy?" she murmured grumpily as she wrapped her robe
around her nakedness. She was already relishing the thought of giving some traveling
salesman a good piece of her mind about the rudeness of interrupting a lady's peace
and serenity.

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Chapter

The caller waiting at the back door was the farthest thing from a jaded traveling
salesman that May could have imagined. It was a woman that was waiting for her, a
beautiful blonde who smiled shyly at May as she pushed open the screen door and
beckoned her inside. Pogo took his opportunity to run off before the door banged shut.
May was not entirely over her grumpiness at being disturbed for the second time that
morning, but curiosity made her strive to be civil. "Good morning. What can I do for
you?"
The young woman looked around the kitchen for a moment. May had a chance to
examine her modest gray suit and her white blouse that combined with her fragile
beauty to make her resemble an angel in disguise. She looked strangely out of place in a
California beach town where casual was the accepted mode of dress and manners. This
woman would have looked perfectly at home at a Scottish prayer meeting.
"You're not from around here, are you?" May prompted her.
"Uh... no... no, I'm from back east. Missouri!"
The words burst so suddenly from the mouth of the girl-woman that May felt sure she
was lying. This was probably another refugee from an unhappy home, job or love affair,
come in search of the good life in California. That was all right with May. She was
more interested in where the woman in gray was heading than where she had come
from. She nodded pleasantly, trying to get the woman to say more.
"They told me at the train station that you might be willing to rent me a room, Miss...

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ah, Cooke."
"Call me May. They did, eh? Well, I have been known to do that sort of thing. Not
recently though. I've been kind of enjoying having this big old house all to myself."
Her visitor's face fell. "Oh. I was hoping... seeing I don't have much money right now...
I wanted to find a room right away. The hotel's pretty expensive. Well, thanks very
much anyway, Miss Cooke."
She turned to leave, but May touched her arm and turned her back around. "Hey, hold
on there. You'd make one hell of a salesman. I haven't said a definite 'no' yet. I was just
kind of indicating that I'd have to think about it. Here, sit down and have some coffee.
I baked some apple pie last night. Would you like a piece?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that." The young woman was smiling again, but she still
looked uncomfortable. May guessed she was not used to accepting favors from
strangers. Once the pie and coffee were in front of her, though, she ate heartily enough.
She didn't even object when May put a second wedge of pie on her plate.
May grinned. "Well, you've got a good appetite. That's something in your favor.
Cooking is kind of my hobby. I like to see folks enjoy their food, or my food." She felt
little tremors run up and down her spine as she studied the younger woman's
vulnerable beauty. She hadn't been intending to take in boarders again. She was making
enough on her painting and her trust fund these days to get by without that extra work.
But sharing her home with the young blonde might be a little different than just taking
on a boarder. Already May felt a personal interest in her visitor's welfare, and in her
compelling good looks. "What's your name?" she asked in a voice that was noticeably
softer.

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"Lacey Strombe," the blonde answered easily, then, as though realizing some awful
mistake she had made, she put her hand to her mouth in alarm. "Oh, I didn't mean
to..."
"Tell me your real name? That's okay. You can trust me. I won't tell a soul."
Relief flooded the younger woman's features. "Thank you very much. You don't have to
worry... I'm not a bank robber or anything. I just don't want my husband to find me. I
don't want to see him ever again."
May laughed and patted the girl's hand where it rested on her coffee cup. "You know, I
didn't for a minute imagine you were a bank robber!" She hadn't imagined she was a
wife either. She looked so soft and innocent, May found it hard to believe she had ever
been touched by a man's hands, let alone a cock!
She was dying to pump the girl for information, but she realized instinctively that she
should give Lacey some space. She had been through some hard times. It showed in her
eyes. They reminded May of those of a dog that wants to trust, but that expects to be
hurt.
"Why don't I take you upstairs and show you your room?"
"You mean I can stay?" The girl's hand automatically clutched May's. For a moment,
the older woman felt weak all over.
"Yeah, you can stay." Suddenly, May was reminded of her appearance. She knew she
didn't look her best, and she wanted to look her best... for this girl. "By the way, Lacey.
I don't always look like this. But I was out partying last night, and I decided to give

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myself a few extra hours sleep."
The girl looked embarrassed. "I think you look very pretty," she murmured, then she
headed for the back door. "I left my suitcase in the driveway... just in case." She smiled
then, a real smile. May was entranced. She realized that must have been the way Lacey
had looked before trouble uprooted her and drove her to California.
May had to drive to a neighboring town that afternoon for some art supplies. She
invited Lacey to go along, but the girl begged off. "I never could sleep when I'm
traveling. I've got a lot to catch up on."
"Okay. See you, later. And welcome, Lacey. I'm glad you're here."
Lacey lay on top of the quilt on the big four-poster that was to be her new bed. For the
first time since she had left her husband's home, she felt she could relax. She was very
lucky, she knew, to have found a landlady as nice as May. Instinctively, she felt the
brunette was someone she could trust. Everything would be all right as long as May was
around.
She heard May's car pull out of the driveway. Then a wonderful lulling silence settled
over the old house. Only the occasional distant bark of a dog disturbed the restful
stillness. It took the girl several minutes to realize that at the base of that soothing quiet
was the steady reassuring sound of waves breaking on the nearby beach.
The blonde started to fall asleep, but, instead of sweet dreams, haunting memories
invaded her mind. She was reliving the last night she had spent at home... the night of
the Tupperware party at her friend Janie's house.