Peggy Davis finished bathing and rinsing her new short-haired Doberman pinscher alone after Dottie hurried home to meet her husband. The lonely blonde felt that familiar pain in her heart when she saw Eddie pull up in front of their mobile home, his face all smiles and his eyes filled with love for his wife. It was at times like these that Peggy knew the heartache of being a serviceman's wife. Being alone for months on end without her man. Without any man! Oh stop that, she cursed to herself, damn it Peggy you have to get a grip on yourself and stop thinking so much about it. It's hard on any woman going so long without… well… I just have to stop thinking about it, that's all! Bob's going through enough without having to worry about his wife too!
She recalled the anecdote he had told her just before he left, the old Navy line about how "every sailor comes home with the hope he won't find his wife just as he left her… freshly fucked!" It was a terribly crude way of putting it but she knew those poor men and boys thought about it a lot when they were away for months on end. But then she remembered what some of the other girls had told her about the famous Mediterranean liberty ports – Palma de Mallorca with all its Scandinavian tourist girls down for a good time, Naples with all those big-breasted Italian women – and she'd seen enough Italian movies to know what they were like! Oh stop it, you can't keep thinking like this!
"C'mon, Hero, let's go inside, baby," she whispered softly as if he could understand. "You'll just have to keep me company for a couple more months until Bob gets home. You will do it, won't you big boy? Peggy's strong handsome Hero… let's go in and I'll dry you with a towel and see about some food for you!"
She took a large fluffy bath towel from the hallway linen cupboard and wrapped it around the muscular animal and began to stroke him lovingly beneath the heavy cloth until his fur was completely dry. As she rubbed him tenderly, the big black dog looked directly at her with those dark sensitive eyes of his and she could just feel her insides melt from the unashamed love and affection he exhibited so openly there. He wasn't like a human, he didn't keep it hidden from view. No, he was open and proud of his love for her and it made her feel warm all over to see that he had fallen for her as easily as she had for him. It was frightening… unreal somehow, that look in his eyes. Those deep dark pools seemed to hold all the secrets of the world, all the love, all the hate… she laughed at herself for feeling so foolishly melodramatic, but he was almost human. No, he wasn't… he was more than human, he was a spirit trapped in an animal's body!
"Oh, Hero, I have to stop letting my mind wander," Peggy said to him softly and he cocked his big animal head and gazed at her like he comprehended every word. "You're just a big lovable dog and no more. But you're mine now and we have each other even if there's nothing else for us right now." She was thinking of the hurt they shared – he without his master and mistress, though he probably could not understand that it was a permanent separation yet. That would come in time. And herself without her man. The pretty blonde shivered and felt a bit of moistness in her eyes. Hero, I guess I really am the lucky one. At least my Bob is coming back… you will have to carry your hurtful loss around the rest of your life.
Suddenly she felt very close to him and she hugged him tenderly about his furry neck and he seemed to understand because he licked her wetly on the cheek and his tiny stub-tail began to wag frantically and soon his whole sinewy body was quivering and prancing around. "Okay, my handsome man, I'll stop being so melancholy and we'll concentrate on having a good time. Neither of us needs to be reminded of our sorrows right now, do we?"
Hero looked at her understandingly and his animal thoughts ranged back over his short life until he remembered another moment such as this… the day his real mistress brought him home from the place where he had been born and weaned. She was much like this human, that mistress of his, young and vibrant and always saying soft loving human words that sounded so pleasing to his ears. She had loved him too and he loved her in return with that special kind of permanent devotion known only to animals and not to humans.
His mistress had taken him to a big house in the outdoors, not close to the frightening noises that humans made with their machines that raced along the asphalt paths, and there he had lived for three years until his mistress and her human companion, the one she called her husband, decided to take that unfortunate trip south for a holiday. Hero scarcely remembered his mistress's husband as he was seldom around and when he was, he treated Hero badly, like just another piece of furniture and it made him feel badly that his mistress spent so much time with that human when he was home.
Hero felt his pulse quicken as he remembered all the wonderful times he had spent with his mistress. But this human seemed to be his mistress now. He could not fully understand it. There had been an awful noise and he remembered that his mistress had cried out and he had tried to bark and leap from the rear seat of that machine to help her as she sounded in real fright but there was another noise and he remembered tumbling and falling as if he had run off the edge of the earth and then there was nothing. There were other humans finally and strange sounds and smells and then they took his mistress away and he tried to bite the men in white who were carrying her but some other humans caught him and he was thrown into the back of another human machine that smelled of dogs and cats and he was taken away. That all seemed a long time ago to Hero now but he remembered it just as a human would.
His legs grew weak and he became nervous and fretful as he recalled especially those special moments he and his mistress had shared together… those times alone when her human companion was away and they were free to be themselves. He remembered the special tricks his mistress had taught him and how he had performed them faithfully, though they seemed useless at first. But he had quickly grown to love and enjoy their special quiet moments together, and as he became aware of the joy and happiness his performance could bring to his wonderful mistress he began to perform his special tricks as often as she would allow him, with or without her urging. It became their secret life together and they shared it with no one and she seemed never to want him to perform his special skills when her human companion was around and that made him sad and he always longed for the day when her human would go away and they would be alone again.
And now, here, just for a moment he thought he had sensed that certain special aura that always triggered his well-trained skills with his mistress. It was a special scent that she seemed to be able to give off as a kind of signal for him and it seemed that he sensed it here with this new human – his new mistress? – as she talked to him in soft quiet words that were so pleasing.
But no… now the scent was gone and perhaps he would never be able to perform his wonderful tricks again. It made him sad to think of it and he lay down quietly at his new human's door as she began to undress.
"You're so well-scrubbed and clean, Hero, that I feel ashamed by comparison," Peggy said to him in soft gentle tones unaware of his animal thoughts. "You wait a second and I'll put out some food for you so you can eat while I take a bath, okay?"
Hero watched curiously as she took off her dress and he could see nearly all of her suntanned human skin and he was reminded of his real mistress – she had looked a lot like this when she undressed. And he felt that keenness begin to stir in his animal loins, for it was at times like this, alone with his mistress, that she sometimes took off her clothes like this and it was usually then that he got the special scent and he knew that she wanted him to perform his special tricks.
She was completely without clothing now. He could see all of her flesh fully and his heart ached at the sight – she was so much like his mistress. And now his mistress had gone and left him somehow. But this human had turned away from him and he could see easily that certain portions of her body that stirred this familiar restlessness in his powerful animal loins. But no, he could not… it had to be as he was taught. He was a well-trained animal and he would await his orders always and not be a disgrace to his breed.
"Okay, handsome," she said. "Follow me and we'll rustle up something good for you." He leaped to his feet in one easy stride and padded softly behind her to the kitchen, his keen eyes on her bikini-stripped buttocks as she walked ahead of him. With hungry eyes he watched her open a can of dog food and spoon it into a dish for him. In three gulps he had finished it and was running to catch up with her in the bathroom. Yes, she was much the same as his mistress. There was no difference that he could perceive. And she was indeed kind to him, not like those humans back at that awful place who had kept him penned up with a bunch of stray dogs and trash from the alleys. He would like to perform with her, for her…
Peggy ran the bath water as hot as she could stand it and then slipped gingerly into the soothing tub, stretching her five feet-four inches beneath the warm waters as she lay back against the end of the tub, her eyes closed. It seemed that all of the day's cares and pains just seeped out of her magically and into the bath water. She splashed it cautiously onto her breasts and gasped as she felt an electric tingle race down into the depths of her belly. Oh Bob, why do you have to be so far away? Why can't you be here with me, right now… right here in this tub! Naked and… oh I mustn't! Words and thoughts like that can't help me… it'll only be worse!
When she had stretched her peaceful sojourn as long as she could and there was no hot water left in the water heater to add and keep the bath comfortably warm, Peggy rose from the tub, wrapped herself in a fluffy bath sheet and quickly dried off. Hero was curled peacefully in the doorway, seemingly watching her, and she felt a tiny bit uneasy somehow – there was indeed something strange about that animal. It was as if he were not a dog at all but another human…
Peggy shrugged it off and went about the business of drying and hunting for pantyhose and clean panties. The bath had not really helped, at least not the way she had hoped. Instead of soothing away her gnawing anxieties, the hot water seemed only to have temporarily muffled them and now she was feeling the sexual frustration more than ever. Oh God, I don't know if I can stand it much longer, she confessed to herself. How do those women do it, the ones who stay true and faithful and wait for their husbands for years and years? I mean, how do they keep from going crazy!? Damn it, there I go again… I've got to find something to occupy my mind or go nuts!
She cursed herself for the rapidly warming glow she felt between her legs. Damn it, aren't I like all the others? I'm no tramp… I've never done it with anyone but Bob, but… Oh Christ, how I need a man right now!
Suddenly she felt her cheeks flush and she laughed out loud at her foolishness. Wow, that had to be the ultimate… I've embarrassed myself! Nobody here but Hero and I'm blushing like a bride!
But it was true. Bob had been the only one for her. And he had always been enough for her. Dear God, sometimes he kept her going until the sun was coming up! But he wasn't here now… and he could do nothing to quench this aching hunger that was driving her insane with its gnawing tenacity! Sometimes it was like a blow torch being held to her vagina, searing her with a thousand degrees of flaming desire!
She bent over to look in the bottom drawer of the hall closet for some panties and a brassiere. There had not been a sound to even hint that Hero had moved from his newfound spot in front of the bathroom door but… oh!!
Peggy nearly screamed from the sudden cold surprise, but she didn't move. She was still bent over, frozen immobile at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of Hero's nose high up on the soft warm inside of her left thigh! She could not say why she did not jerk upright in shock or fear, or at least in decency, but she didn't… maybe it was the prurient excitement of the thoughts that had been in her mind just moments before! Instead, she continued to bend over there in the hallway, waiting and knowing that the big animal's cold wet nose was up between her thighs from behind, obscenely sniffing. And then the hot pressured touch of his unmistakable tongue came against the moistness of her seeping vaginal lips… God, he had sensed her passion and gone for it the only way he knew!
Why else would he have done it? It had to be that, and his long thick tongue felt like a flaming torch caressing the swollen lips of her hotly fired pussy! Again, he did it as she hung there in her stooped-over position, drawing the length of his feverish tongue maddeningly up between her open thighs, along the full length of her wetly flushed cuntal slit!
Slowly, Peggy raised up from her bent-over position, only because it was becoming uncomfortable and she was starting to get dizzy. She turned to gaze down at her animal admirer who was staring up at her with his coal-black eyes flecked with a sparkling gleam, his stubby Doberman tail wagging excitedly.
"Maybe I was right about you, handsome! Maybe you are a cursed prince who has been trapped in a dog's body by some evil witch. You know, fella', I could almost believe that!" The massive dog whimpered, but the lewdly aroused wife was unsure why… did he really sense her erotic heat and was he excited by it!? She shivered outright as she took an unfelt first step back toward the bathroom as if she were guided by Satan himself. "C'mon, Hero… come with Peggy!"
Looking back on this moment later, the young blonde would not be able to determine what it was that possessed her, made her make this fateful step so boldly and without fear. Surely she never would have done it had she thought it out, but she wasn't thinking now, just feeling… and Peggy knew more than anything else what she was feeling deep in the pit of her sex-deprived belly. The eager animal whimpered before her as she stood there, door partially closed and her legs spread wide… her hot little cunt was open to him, her lightly hair-fringed wetness all his. Now he could do as he had been taught! Now he could repay his new human for her loving kindness… and he wanted to! He wanted to badly!
Peggy was aflame with passion now at the prospect of being sexually fulfilled at last, after all these lonely empty months! God, it was almost too much to hope for… that this burning agony between her naked thighs might at last be quenched! "Come to me, Hero, my handsome lover! Come on… lick my pussy for me! Lick it, Hero!" Her very words and thoughts were inspiring frantic jolts of raging lustful excitement to charge through her young eager nakedness.
She watched eagerly, her knees weak, as the big dog moved closer, his dark responsive eyes reflecting his intentions. Then, unimaginable sensations of frenetic desire stabbed deep within her belly when she realized that he was really going to lick her there so wantonly between her trembling thighs! Oh God, this was too much! This was so incredible… it was far beyond obscenity itself! She was trembling all over as she rocked back on her heels and parted her thighs a bit more… she quivered like a falling leaf as she thrust her pelvis just slightly forward. Was he going to? Would he do it… God, yes! Yes!
The sleek black Doberman's long dog-tongue snaked pinkly out, curling at its tip as it splayed open the sensitive wet lips of her pouting vagina! Separating the soft, hair-fringed folds, it laved the very seeping, desire-inflamed mouth of her pussy, drawing with a scorching heat upward between the swollen lips, prodding at last at her hotly quivering clitoris! But no, he was not about to stop there! Again and again, with no urging from Peggy, the handsome animal repeated his fiery tonguing caresses, raising gasps of lurid delight from the young woman standing there with her shapely legs spread nakedly wide, her exposed loins thrust forward in obscene encouragement to Hero to continue his wicked licking of her erotically inflamed cuntal crevice!
The big Doberman knew from his vast experience the feeling of surging hot blood racing feverishly through the veins of his muscular dog-body as he tongued eagerly the heated wetness of his new mistress's pussy-lips. The perfume of her roused loins filled his sensitive nostrils as he fervently stroked his thick long tongue through the moistened pinkness between her wide-splayed tan thighs. His strong animal-heart beat faster at her exciting feminine sexual scent… her intense lust-fever was contagiously insinuating its way into his own powerful loins.
"Oh, my darling here! Yes, lover, that's it… any second now, baby, and I'll cum! Oh God, I love you for this, Hero! You're magnificent…! Come on, a little more now! That's it!"
Peggy refused to let herself believe it when at first she heard that sound, but she soon had no choice. There was someone at the door and the three-toned door chime had rung again for the third time… she had to answer it. God, just a minute more and she would have cum! She was on the verge of screaming from frustration and anger as her animal lover responded as would be expected for a well-trained watch dog… he ignored her hot damp flesh and ambled to the front door to await her there, growling with his nose at the mail slot. This too was part of his training and he could not ignore it.
"Damn!" Peggy cursed under her breath, quickly covering herself with a robe as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations of lust that were electrically alive in her loins from the nearness of that evasive orgasmic moment. Who in God's name could this be? "It's okay, Hero, okay, boy, ssshhhhh!" she tried to calm her new pet.
She flung the door open and was greeted by a look of horror and surprise from the teenage boy who stood there, all pimples and buck-teeth and wide eyes. "P-Paperboy, Mrs. Davis?" he said weakly.
"Oh… just a minute," she said calmly, trying to restore her composure though she knew it was hopeless. She was coming apart at the seams… Goddamn it, where is my purse!? "How much, Billy?" she asked from the living room.
"Two seventy-five, Ma'am!" came his hoarse reply, his voice cracking.
Peggy hurried back to the door and counted out the money, aware of the young boy's eyes on her strangely attired figure. She looked up and met his stare head-on. "Something the matter, Billy?" she asked coldly.
"No, Ma'am… it's just that you look, well, kinda' sick or something. Do you feel okay?"
It was all she could do to keep from bursting out in peals of laughter. Sick or something! "No, Billy, I'm all right. Maybe a touch of the flu coming on. Thanks anyway and goodnight."
She closed the trailer door tight and sank weakly to the floor, her knees fluid and unable to hold her a second longer. Sobbing dry tears that she could not understand, Peggy finally got to her feet, mindless of Hero's puzzled stance at her side, and staggered into the bedroom. The lights were out there and she lay there on the big empty double bed… she was ashamed, horribly ashamed and she felt suddenly very wicked and evil, worse than she had ever felt and she wanted only to be alone in the darkness. Oh Bob, I'm sorry, Bob, but you weren't here! Oh forgive me, darling! But… you're just never here! Never!