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Jealousy, Part Two
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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It was the first time she'd ever been to my apartment. Maybe she
felt more at ease about it because it was the middle of the afternoon.
Maybe it was my tone of voice in telling her that I really wanted her
to come over for a little talk. There was a brief interlude of chit-
chat while I uncorked and poured some wine: How was your flight? How
was the weather? Are you over your jet lag?
They don't call it "small talk" for nothing.
I told her I'd bought some videotapes while I was there -- the
kind of tapes that are difficult to find here.
Her expression never changed. She took a sip from her wine glass
and put it on the end table. Her big, dark eyes dropped, then her gaze
was back in place, meeting mine.
"You saw my films?"
I nodded. "Two of them."
She took a deep breath. Inez was maybe a shade over five-five and
had a small frame. She had disproportionately large breasts, probably
a C cup or larger (by my expert judgment) when she deigned to wear a
bra. Inez taking a deep breath would be enough to distract a man in
any case. Inez braless and taking a deep breath in a burgundy leotard
was mind-boggling. Especially for a tit man.
"I was promised..." She shook her head. "It makes no difference.
You have questions."
I nodded. "When?"
"About...10 years ago." Which would have made her 17 at the time
of the barnyard romps.
"Why?"
She snorted. "Why? Because I wanted things, pretty things, and
I..." She shrugged. My eyes followed the jiggling of her tits for a
moment. "I have no regrets, though. How'd you like them?"
"I was surprised," I said. "I never really got too much out of
the idea of watching a woman with a dog or any other animals, really.
I bought them because I thought I recognized your face."
"What surprised you?"
"That it aroused me so much watching you orgasm like that, over
and over, with the dogs and the horse and all. You weren't faking,
were you?"
She shook her head. "I wanted to do it, but at first I was a
little inhibited about doing it in front of a camera. Especially with
animals." She paused. "So they gave me some pills that made me -- more
relaxed about things. Anyhow, I'd like to see the tapes."
After a few seconds, I remembered to close my mouth. "You're
kidding. You never saw them?"
She shook her head, her mouth filled with wine. "I was underage
to see such things. The law wouldn't want me to lose my innocence by
seeing such things. Can I see them?"
I took a deep breath. "Sure. I'll give them to you."
"No -- I want to see them with you, see how you react seeing me
with a dog. And men." There was a clear challenge in her tone and
posture.
She refilled her glass -- nearly emptying the bottle in the
process -- put her feet up on the coffee table and took a sip,
watching me over the rim of the glass. Her eyes were huge and liquid
brown and knowing. She lowered the glass. "Well?" She smoothed the
calf-length plaid skirt, accentuating the length and shapeliness of
those fine legs.
"Now?"
"Why not?"
"Do you always answer a question with another question?"
"Do I?"
Game, set and match. With more than a little unease, I rose and
loaded the first tape into the VCR, then sat on the couch a foot or so
from Inez, maintaining what had become her comfort zone around me. But
as the crude titles flashed, she glanced at me. "Why are you all the
way over there? Come closer."
By the time young Inez on the screen was at the center of a swarm
of men, her breathing was shallower and her nipples were clearly
swollen inside the burgundy leotard. When screen Inez was being fucked
by the second helper, the genuine article on the couch with me was
twisting her hands in her lap and shifting from side to side. And then
the first dog was fucking his knot into her.
"This is really hot!" she breathed. She grabbed my hand and used
it to pull her shirt to her thighs, then jammed my knuckles against
the soaked crotch of her leotard. She ground her pussy against my
hand, moaning softly. "Oh, yes, I remember how it filled me..."
"Wait'll you see the Great Dane," I muttered. My cock was as
stiff as a piece of iron.
Watching her younger self with the ram seemed to take some of the
edge off for her, but when she saw the Great Dane hunching his massive
hindquarters, she fumbled the snaps open at her crotch and dragged her
panties out of the way. "Put your fingers in me!" she hissed, forcing
my hand against her wet crotch -- not that I put up any resistance. I
extended two fingers and they slid into her pussy. She was a steamy,
swampy morass inside. "He was so huge!"
I reached over to tweak her nipples through the leotard. She
shivered.
"Fuck me," she said softly, urgently. "Fuck me hard. I need to be
fucked."
I looked at her, a bit surprised. Not that Inez never used such
language -- it was rare, but she did when the situation merited it,
such as in discussing the job market or Rush Limbaugh's relationship
to accuracy -- but her tone was different. So was her face, especially
her eyes. She seemed utterly consumed by lust, as if another Inez had
emerged from some inner hibernation.
"Come on, fuck me, give it to me -- ream me out!" She said, her
voice hoarse and her tone throaty. She pulled my hand from between her
legs, drew her knees up to her chest and stripped off her panties. She
sat her heels on the edge of the couch cushion on either side of her
hips and thrust forward with her cunt. "Give it to me, you fucker!"
Her eyes never left the screen, where young Inez had her legs up
and over the Dane's back, holding on for dear life as the huge beast
shagged madly into her. She grabbed my hand by the wrist and thrust it
frantically against her cunt. I easily slipped a third finger into her
slick, hungry pussy.
"More! Give -- me -- MORE!"
She moaned and jerked when my pinky slid into her open pussy.
Holding my forearm in both her hands, she jerked my fingers back and
forth in her cunt as if she was holding a dildo.
"More...more...more..."
On the screen, the overheated young woman lay back, arms wide to
each side, head bobbing and shaking loosely while her hips shook in
time with the thrusts from big dog. On the sofa, the overheated young
woman was jabbing my hand in her crotch and ramming her cunt with my
four fingers.
"MORE!"
More? Inez had a very petite frame, and it simply didn't seem
possible. On the other hand -- so to speak -- the young Inez on the
screen was taking a dick as thick as her arm and loving it.
"Give...it...to...me!" she grunted.
I folded my thumb across my palm and watched in astonishment as
she drove my hand slowly into her cunt. It was difficult getting the
wide base of my hand past her pubic bones, but she kept pushing her
twat forward while driving my hand inward. I used my free hand to pull
her pussy lips clear, and I watched and felt my hand slide wrist-deep
into her molten pussy.
"Yessss..." She began bucking her hips, fucking my hand inside
her cunt and arching her pelvis downward to rub her clitoris against
the side of my wrist. "Fuck it -- fuck it -- fuck it -- "
On the screen, young Inez was screaming and cumming abundantly
beneath the almost motionless dog: tie time. On the sofa, Inez was
softly howling and cumming abundantly. And when Screen Inez had
finally taken all of the dog's hot and copious jism and seemed sated
for the moment, Sofa Inez was far from finished, now pounding my hand
into her. I was worried about hurting her. She wasn't worried about
anything. While the Energizer Bunny might have kept going...and
going...and going, this sexy South American bunny kept cumming...and
cumming...and cumming.
"I want to suck your cock, swallow your cum, make you cum in my
mouth, drink you down..."
The thought had a lot of appeal. However, given that I was
somewhat less well-endowed than the Great Dane, getting my cock to the
level of her mouth simply wasn't feasible while my hand was buried in
her snatch. I pointed out this logistical dilemma to her.
"Don't care -- gotta swallow it, taste it." She pulled my hand
back through the tightest part of her cunt. Her eyes rolled upward in
their sockets, showing the whites. With a flick of her foot, she
pushed the coffee table on its casters back from the sofa, then
crouched in front of me. She unzipped me, pulled out my dick and
promptly sucked it to the back of her mouth. While the screen behind
her shifted to a shot of her on her hands and knees, presenting to a
donkey who was being ably assisted by a chunky brunette, Inez gobbled
my prick noisily, slurping and sucking very, very hard.
But Inez was not content, not by a long shot. She groped behind
her back with one hand until her fingers found the half-empty wine bottle.
She set it on its base on the floor between her legs and lowered her
pussy onto it. She took the neck into her cunt and started rolling her
hips -- all the time sucking away at my dick -- and gradually drove
the bottle into her pussy all the way to the top of the main label.
The deeper she took the bottle, the deeper she seemed to hunger
for my cock in her throat. Her head went lower and lower and then my
glans was jammed through the constriction at the back of her throat
and into her gullet. She was groaning and the vibrations were doing
nothing to calm the bubbling in my nuts.
Inez started bobbing her head and hips simultaneously, backing my
cock out of her throat until only the knob was in her mouth as she
raised her hips till maybe half the bottle's neck was still in her
pussy. Then she'd drive her mouth back down on my cock until her nose
was buried in my pubic hair while forcing her cunt down around the
bottle. And none of this was happening slowly. She was bouncing on
that bottle and bobbing on my cock. And cumming.
"Oh, shit," I moaned, and my balls lurched. She held my pricktip
in her mouth and vacuumed the cum up out of my balls. I spurted long
and hard and then again, and Inez swallowed and sucked for more. The
more I came, the crazier she seemed to get and the more of the bottle
she absorbed into her vagina. By the time I was dried out, the top of
the "Chateauneuf de Pape" identification was hidden inside her still
hungry cunt.
She wasn't done with my dick, though, and kept sucking as
urgently as before, her tongue moving against the underside of my cock
and making me want to scream with that familiar post-ejaculation
hypersensitivity. I just couldn't give any more or take any more.
"Enough," I gasped.
Her eyes suddenly focused, and her mouth work halted. She let my
limp dick ooze out of her mouth -- and stared, wide-eyed and slack-
jawed as she came yet again. This time, though, she'd had enough and
slowly dislodged the bottle from her twat. It came out with a little
pussy fart and a slurp. She set the bottle out of the way and sat
heavily on the floor, knees pulled up under her dress with her arms
around them. She panted rapidly for a few moments. So did I. Neither
of us spoke audibly, but our eyes were in alignment.
"Geez, am I sore!" she remarked, climbing unsteadily to her feet.
Her knees visibly wobbled. She placed a throw pillow on the sofa and
sat carefully next to me. She took my hand in both of hers and
examined it. "I can't believe I did that."
"Me neither. Especially when you grabbed my forearm and started
using my hand like a dildo."
"Hmmmm. How'd you like it?"
"It was an amazing turn on."
"Really..." She seemed to be pondering that.
"And you couldn't get enough into your sweet pussy to scratch the
itch, either."
She seemed to be thinking about something as she distantly said,
"So I guess you know, now."
"I'm not sure." I suspected, though.
"Danny, I really like you, and I really like your company and
going places and doing things with you."
"You just don't find me attractive."
"No! That's not it -- "
I stood. "Hey, my ego can handle the hit. Would you like some
more wine?"
She giggled and blushed. "Not the same bottle?"
I shook my head. "I have a lovely Riesling."
"Please."
I went into the kitchen. A moment later, she stood barefoot in
the doorway, watching as I uncorked the bottle and took down a pair of
glasses. "I do find you attractive. It's just that -- well, now that
you know about me, how can you respect me? How could you treat me?"
I stared her in the eyes for a moment. "The same, but with more
touching...I hope."
Her eyes became wet. "No," she said. "No, you couldn't. You
couldn't kiss me without knowing what had been in my mouth. You
couldn't put it in me without remembering the dogs and goat and
donkey. And yet you couldn't be with me without thinking how so many
months passed when I would not do with you what I would do with
animals."
I poured some wine and tried to smile gently. "Of course I could,
Inez. That was a long time ago." I handed her a glass. She sniffed it,
swirled it expertly and took a sip, aspirating the wine against her
palate.
"This is lovely," she said. She abruptly upended the glass and
drained the wine. "Danny, you're wrong."
"No, I know myself and -- "
"Not that. About the time. It wasn't a long time ago."
"But you said it was 10 years ago."
"For the film, yes. But I haven't stopped. I still do it, every
chance I get."
The numbness started in my belly.
"Men always get possessive and demanding, wanting to trade
attention or favors or companionship for sex, then acting like they
own me. But the animals put no conditions on their affections. I
prefer it -- I enjoy it more than I've ever enjoyed any man...or
woman. I can just let go and indulge myself. I love the feeling when a
big dog gets his knot in me and starts swelling and squirting. Nothing
has ever given me as much pure, hedonistic pleasure -- and with no
strings, no worries."
Her nipples were hard inside the leotard.
"I don't need men -- or women -- for sex, Danny. And that's why
we can't see each other again. Because I know what you'd be feeling
every time we were together." She put her glass on the counter. "I'm
sorry it has to be this way." She looked truly sad. "Tell me one
thing?"
I nodded mutely.
"What do you feel?"
I took a deep breath and moistened my dry lips. "Jealousy."
She inclined her head slightly. "Thank you for being honest.
Good-bye."
I stood, rooted in the kitchen, as she went into the living room.
I heard movements, then the door opening and closing. I slowly raised
my glass and sipped the wine. It was, indeed, lovely. And I felt
totally detached, numb, as if I were moving in a dream. I went into
the living room and locked the door -- and noticed that the tapes were
gone.
I never saw them -- or her -- again. But I cannot forget what
happened that afternoon.
And, to my surprise, I still cannot erase the images from those
films from my memory. To this day, when I see a pretty girl walking a
large dog, I remember what Inez told me and all-too-vividly recall the
scenes from the tapes. I become aroused and feel a quick rush of
anger.
No -- not anger.
Jealousy.
-- end --
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That's it. Next up will be KEVIN, which is also new.
After that will be LIVINIA (which is not new, but *I* have never
posted it here) and then, of course, MARIE -- the whole tale (which
also is not new, but has never been posted her by me or completely,
to my annoyance).
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