Linda would never cheat on her husband, but she kept a secret from him. They had a sex life, sort of. The basic, or the minimal. Whatever married couples have after a decade. They still loved each other--it wasn't that. They had done what most married couples have done. They had a drawer of lingerie she pulled out on Valentine's Day and maybe two other times a year. They had a bottle of lube by the bed and a vibrator that helped her get off at the same time as him. Love making was, let's just say, efficient. Something they did that was part of the things they did. Like brushing teeth: nothing bad, but not totally exciting, either.
So in Linda's heart was restlessness, a churning pent up energy. Fingers would not release this energy. Neither would her regular vibrator on her clit. The energy was a swirling mass of yearning she could not satisfy. She puzzled over what to cal it. Finally, she realized, it was lust. Pure lust. It was raw and insatiable. She'd only seen it once, growing up on the farm in Illinois when her dog went into heat. Her dad kept the dog locked up inside the whole time to keep her from running away. And the whole time the dog paced and howled. Something deep inside filled it with desire to fuck. Linda had no conception of it then, but she did now. It was perfectly clear that she was a mammal, too. That humans might be "modernized" today, but underneath the facade of clothes and homes with indoor plumbing, we were still primal beasts.
Linda didn't mean to let the dog out. She was coming home from school (the rural route bus dropping her off at the end of the drive, her walking the quarter mile to the farm house each day). As she opened the door, the dog bolted past her, an explosion of fur and fangs. An animal possessed. She watched it tearing off, across the pasture.
She knew she'd get into trouble. Panicked she spent the rest of the afternoon trying to track down the dog. Eventually, she found her in the old milk barn--replaced by the giant aluminum barn, the wooden one that was used only for hay. Thats where she found the bitch, circled by a pack of mangy mutts, every spotted type of half-feral farm dog. They circled and sniffed, growling, and snapping. Linda tried to shout, to shoo them away. But they paid her no attention. And Linda was scared, and fascinated at the same time.
One of the dogs lunged and snatched the bitch by the back of the neck, pinning her down. The bitch yelped, but seemed to yield at the same time. Then it began. Linda watched in horror and adolescent curiosity as the alpha dog mounted the bitch. She watched the whole thing, each dog taking a turn in descending rank. She looked into her dog's eyes, and saw that she wasn't in pain, but was glazed over, lost, surrendered to what must be pure biology, the built-in nature of survival.
Linda later went to college and there met her husband and got married and learned about sex the human way. It seemed so tame, so polite. Full of manners and permissions. They bought sex How-To books when the passion began to wane. Those only talked more about sharing feelings and creating safe space... what the hell, thought Linda. She didn't want sex to always be safe, or gentle. She wanted it rough, savage, strong. The closest she could find was watching porn.
In porn, she loved the way the woman grunted and begged, demanded to be fucked, and how the big, stupid stalion-like men with horse-dongs fucked. No one asked permission, no one shared feelings: the men pulled out their cocks and the women spread.
Linda loved the pornos with one woman and several men. Whenever she felt herself in "heat," she'd rent one and watch it while her husband was at work. At the porn store, she'd also purchased I giant rubber dong. She loved it. It was thick, as big as a horse, she said to herself. It had a suction cup base, and she could stick it to the glass of the TV set. It dangled at her face as she watched a woman sucking off a circle of men. She sucked the rubber dong, imagining herself the woman, hungrily gobbling every erection shoved in her face. A cock in her mouth, and one in her hand, and other men, strangers, standing by, stoking their meat, getting ready for their turn. Beta dogs. They would have their turn.
In porno, after cock sucking, the fucking starts, and that's when she would move to the bed, stick the dong on the headboad, and back up to it like a dog. She pushed back as it seemed to push in. It felt so good, and she'd work it in and out and she watched the porno. She liked to turn the volume way up, so she could hear the slapping of flesh and the moans of the ravaged woman echoing off the walls.
She wanted to be filled, fully. She started with a finger, getting her relaxed, ready, then it was time. She let the dong pop out of her soaked vagina and reached for her vibrator. She worked it into her ass, and began to pump, feeling the first sensations of being filled in the back, being taken the way she wanted to be taken.
After the vibrator, she returned to the dangling dong, ready to take her. She positioned it at the small pucker of her anus. It was difficult to get started. The soft semi-erect rubber would bend, and then pop out. But once she got it going, she almost fainted. It stretched her wide as she could go. It was pain and ecstasy. Every move shot pain through her body, and yet it was a rush. She felt like she was being ripped apart. She felt like she was being totally taken.
At that point she was not herself anymore, but a swirling, seething vision of an animal in heat, being fucked by other animals. She was the dog in the barn she was the mare and the stallions at her farm. She was the woman in the porn. She was not an individual but a body, a female of a species getting mounted. The sounds from the TV set were matched by her own screams as she exploded and shook in powerful orgasm.
She would repeat as many times as she could stand. She'd nap on sheets smeared with lube and smelling of butt sex. By 4, she'd clean up. Her anus sore, bleeding slightly. Her knees wobbly, thigh muscles shaky. She felt spent. The ball of lust inside her had been drained, for now.
She put on fresh clothes, human clothes. Returned the video, stashed the dildo in her hiding place, and started dinner for her husband.
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