The Rural Life: Part 4

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By suemartin

 

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Part 4…

 

We sat in silence as we drank our tea neither of us had commented on what had happened. As far as I was concerned, it was all too difficult to get my head around. When we left the pig sty we had both been deep in our own thoughts, neither of us could look at each other directly. It wasn’t just the pig thing, though I’m sure we both wanted to confide in each other about that. The kisses took everything to a new level entirely.

I had known Viv all of my life and never had either of us offered more than a girlie hug or kiss in the past toward each other. What had possessed me to take things to this level I was struggling to come to terms with. From the way Viv had kissed me back, she had felt the same toward me. She was far from passive in her response.

Finally, I looked up at Viv surprised to see she was looking directly at me.

“About what happened out there Viv, I…?” I didn’t finish before she interjected.

“It’s ok, really it is please don’t apologise.” She neither smiled nor looked away. I felt a strange tingle deep in the pit of my stomach and it had nothing to do with Pig sperm.

“But…” Again, I didn’t finish

“No buts, it was special, really it was I have wanted to kiss and hug you since I got here. In that way”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. To be more exact when I saw the way that man treated you I wanted to take you in my arms and hold you tight. You’re way too good for him June.” I just looked at her and said nothing. She was right about one thing I was sick and tired of Barry’s casual way with me. I was fast becoming a chattel who cooked and cleaned and allowed him a quick fumble in bed. Romance was gone from our relationship entirely.

“I don’t know what to say Viv.” She just smiled and got up from the table and walked around to me holding out her hand for me to take.

“We can’t sit here naked and grubby all day. Those grazes on your back and side from the pig’s trotters need attending to as well. Let’s shower and we’ll fix you up.”

“Together?”

“You don’t want to?” Oh god, this is moving way too quick, I thought, but I wanted to.

“Yes, I want to.”

The shower was warm and soothing on my skin and I shut my eyes, feeling each little spear of water massage me as it picked at my skin. It wasn’t the only thing that massaged me either. Viv had squirted liberal amounts of liquid soap onto the washer and began soaping my back in a firm circular motion as she pressed against me. Our nipples pressed and my hands slowly rose to her back, taking her in a firm wet embrace.

We kissed again. It was a long passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. My skin went goosy and I pressed my abnormally tight tummy against hers rotating it slowly as she responded in kind.

Time really did stand still as we kissed and soaped and caressed each other intimately and long. Somehow we managed to get each other clean, but it took a long shower to do it.

All day we made love to each other like two teenage kids exploring the delights of the opposite sex for the first time. Only we were not the opposite sex at all we were friends, girlfriends, or at least we had been until this morning.

Viv lay beside me on the bed, propped up on one elbow as her fingers twirled my nipples. “I have a proposition to make June say no if you don’t want to do it, no offence or obligation.”

“What is it?”

For a while longer Viv’s fingers traced ever increasing circles on my belly “Well,” she paused again, then continued in a slow but firm voice, “I was thinking that we should go to my place. It’s big and it’s isolated, which can be a good thing, and now I am on my own, the two of us could manage it just fine. What do you think?” She leaned across and kissed me tenderly on the lips, I responded, though I have to admit I was kind of taken aback by what the implications of her proposal meant. Or at least what I thought it meant.”

“You mean me and you together?”

“Yes!”

“Leave Barry?”

“Yes! Is that a problem? Oh yes of course it is I know it’s difficult.”

“But Viv he’s my husband, I can’t just up and leave him, besides this is so sudden. I really haven’t had time to think about things, you understand surely.”

“Yes I understand, but with me you would have someone who knows where you’re at. The animals are a distraction now. Something that fills in your days while Barry is away, but it could be so much more.”

“Well yes, but I really don’t know.”

“I know that it would be a big commitment and cause all sorts of problems, but you’re a trophy wife for him, that’s all you have as much as said so and it’s awfully apparent when you guys are together. He’s a user surely you can see that. We could have something special, you know we could” I thought about what she had said and I knew she was at least in part right.

“Yes, I have to agree that things haven’t been up to much in a long time. Sex is like an obligation that both of us fulfil. There’s been little tenderness or love for a long time. But it doesn’t alter the fact that I’m his wife, I know things will improve.”

“Do you, do you really expect things to get better. If he ever caught you with the animals would he understand like I do.?

“No probably not.” I had this feeling of being torn between what was socially right and what was right for me. He wouldn’t understand, I knew that, but I could hide my other side from him and I said as much to Viv.

“Could you? Could you really? It’s early days yet and he almost caught you yesterday. It’s my guess he would have if there weren’t the two of us here to foil him.” I sighed and put my arm across my face. “Look, June, for heaven’s sake, see it my way, not your way. It’s your life and now you have been with the Kangaroos and pigs do you really think you can stop. Go back to being a dutiful wife with a guilty secret isn’t easy. Do you really want to feel guilty? You will if you stay with Barry. Think of you girl. It’s your life and it could be a good life. I just know I got lucky when my husband died. I didn’t think so at the time, but it was one hell of a relief to be able to have the freedom of being with my dogs without the guilt of betrayal always hanging over my head. I lowered my arm slowly until I lay with my hands by my side.

“Tonight, give me some space Viv and I will decide tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yes, but it’s all about you so think about yourself not Barry, his folks, your folks or what the neighbours think Ok.”

“Yea Ok.”

For the rest of the afternoon I lay on the bed and let the cacophony of thoughts tear my first one way then the other. I realised then that I had known for a long time that the marriage was over. Now, with the events of the past day I was being forced to face the reality, not just that but consciously think about it. The room grew dim, then dark. Viv came in and offered me dinner, but I declined. I don’t know when but sleep finally overtook me, but it was not a peaceful sleep. That night was the longest of my life, but my mind cleared and my decision was obvious.

*****

The drive was long and the heat became more oppressive the further west we went. Behind Viv’s four wheel drive was a U-haul van and in it was my past life. What I couldn’t pack in I had left behind along with the letter to Barry. It was a long letter. A copy of the email I sent and didn’t get a reply to. In fact, I sent it twice, after first sending an email asking him to call me.

We had left at sun up and it was now noon. Up ahead was a rest stop. It was a basic one but it did have a water tank and a toilet of sorts. A pit toilet I think they are called, anyway, there smell is totally gross and enough to give you constipation. However, out here there is so little traffic that a good tree serves well enough if you need privacy to wee or whatever.

“Want to stretch your legs?” Viv asked as she removed her sunglasses and turned into the unpaved layby without waiting for my reply. I replied anyway.

“Yes, love, I’m getting a little stiff.” She grinned

“Oh, you are? I thought that was a boy thing.”

“Well, maybe but you know what I mean,” The car crunched to a halt on the rolled gravel surface next to the picnic shelter and the tank. When the car’s engine stopped the sound of silence was palpable. The lay-by was several hundred metres long. Long enough for several road trains to pull in so that their drivers might rest when their hours were up. There was no other vehicle in the vicinity and the fields beyond were freshly ploughed ready for the winter crops of wheat and canola to be planted.

“Gees, it’s a lonely place out here,” I made my statement to the wind as I watched a dust devil kick up in the field beyond and spiral skyward like some undernourished tornado as it wandered across the hot dusty red soil.

“Look over there?” Viv grabbed my shoulders from behind and partly turned me in the direction of what looked like a dog padding across the field.

“What is it?” I screwed my head toward her.

“Dingo’s! There is a pack of them heading into that clump of trees over there in the creek bed. Maybe there’s a water hole there, or maybe just shade from the sun.”

“Oh yes, I see them that tree over there was blocking the others from my view. They look different to the ones back home. Not that I have seen one up close.” I watched the last of the pack of maybe ten or so sink from sight into the creek bed.

“Those are probably pure bread or near enough to it the ones you have seen are more than likely dingo crosses. Most of those over east are cross bread with domestic dogs.”

“Shame they weren’t closer,” I said half to myself

“Why?”

“No special reason it’s just that I would like to see a real pure bread dingo up close.”

“We have time if you can be quiet enough to sneak up on them. They’re probably resting with full tummies after a successful night.”

“Will the car be okay here?” Viv laughed.

“Safer here than in your garage back home, I shouldn’t wonder.

“Ok, let’s go,” I grabbed a bottle of water from the car and Viv did the same.

The ploughed field was huge it tapered off into the heat haze in all directions. Distance was hard to gauge in the mirage like effect of the haze but it was a big paddock. Most were out here.

I was glad of my sensible shoes on the rough clods that had not yet been harrowed nor the ground seeded. I was equally glad that I had the sense to wear a light thin strapped sundress. It was light and feminine and I loved wearing this one in particular. It was rayon with a sweetheart neckline and adjustable straps it had an elasticised back with a cut outs on either side or drawstrings. It was also longer at the back than at the front and the pail pastel pink floral design was pretty. Viv had vacillated between jeans and shorts and finally opted for shorts, sensible shorts, not at all fashionable but that was her call.

When through the sheep type fence Viv stopped, and put her index finger in her mouth and held it up, turning it this way and that until she was satisfied that the wind was coming in from the north, or there about.

We should cut across here so we come up on the pack from downwind,” she suggested and headed off at a brisk march.

The creek bed was more like a deep erosion ditch cut haphazardly into the red soil. The almost vertical banks, that I suspect, changed with each flood event, were crumbling and with the exception of a few sheep paths dangerous to scale. Heavy rain in this county made its mark on the landscape and this gully was no exception.

The dingos had found the deep cut afforded shade at the hottest part of the day and it was now getting extremely hot. The sparse black wattle trees along the bank offered some shade, but tree was a generous description for the spindly shrub. There were some genuine trees along the bank, gum trees of various descriptions and an abundance of native oaks as well. Many of these had become victims of the bank erosion and were leaning into the creek bed due to the undermining of their shallow roots. The combination of a deep cut creek bed and an assortment of falling trees and vegetation created an ideal lair for the dingo pack.

For a long while we were unable to see the dingos at all. Then, as we moved slowly along, crouching to present a low profile, we spotted the first of the native dogs. It was no more than a pup and as pups do, it seemed to be playing with something that was obscured under the crumbling bank.

“What’s it doing? I can’t see,” I hissed breathlessly to Viv

“Don’t know, can you see any others?

“I scanned the creek bed carefully as far as I could see, “No, nothing else about just the pup and it seems to be ragging something among those tree roots.”

“Look, there’s a trail down there. Maybe we can see if we go down a bit.” We edged down the narrow, deep track that was cut from hundreds of sheep determined to get to the string of water ponds that the creek became in dry weather. In front I was first to see what was happening.

“Dam the little bugger it has a little lamb trapped under those roots. I’ll chase it off.” I moved toward the pup quickly shooing it as I went. I heard, but ignored Viv’s cry of caution as I confronted the nasty little bugger so that I could extract the terrified lamb. The pup was difficult to chase off, but it did slink back enough for me to be able to grab the lamb and beat a hasty retreat.

“Damn it June now you have gone and woken the pack.”

“Where,” I looked around as I placed the lamb down behind Viv and pointed it back up the track smacking its rump to hasten its departure.

“I don’t know where but I just know that the racket you made will have let them know we are here.”

“Will they run away?”

“Maybe, but keep quiet for a while and we will see.” The pup remained not far from where the track entered the creek bed. He just stood there tilting his head first one way, then the other all the while looking at us or, perhaps the track where the lamb had scampered away.

Then another dingo appeared. It walked cautiously into view. It was hard to tell if it was a dog or a bitch but its colouring was light cream. Then another and another of the pack arrived. They seemed timid, but curious.

A low growl from behind Viv made us both jump.

“Oh shit!” Viv exclaimed. The dingoes in the creek bed were milling around their heads down and tails high as they watched us closely.

“What do we do now?” I asked Viv thinking rightly or wrongly, that she would have an idea. “Should we run?” I offered lamely.

“No, no, don’t run,” Viv snapped back quickly, “don’t move at all, stay still, don’t even look at him, give him room to pass,” Viv demonstrated by standing sideways hard against the path bank. I did the same.

The dingo approached as closely as he made to pass. It couldn’t have been any other way, the track was so narrow only a single sheep pass to the water in fact. As he sidled past Viv he sniffed her leg casually then moved on to me. I smelt his feral smell as he approached. It was that familiar and powerful dog odour enhanced by the remains of eating carrion whose odour had attached itself to his body during the night savaging dead and rotting carcasses. I lifted my head high in a lame failed effort to get my nose beyond the offensive odour. The dingos nose ran up my leg and sniffed deeply, then as he had done with Viv moved on. Slowly I breathed out and turned to Viv.

“Let’s get out of this place I whispered,” Viv needed no encouragement she was already on her way. I scrambled after her quickly and as we both cleared the top of the eroded bank I took a look back and my heart sank. The dingoes were in hot pursuit. The things that ran through my head made my legs go weak. We were going to be attacked and killed I just knew it, but the more I tried to run the harder it was to make my legs move.

Not only was my panic causing the lactic acid in my body, making my muscles refuse to work the rough ground of the ploughed paddock was causing me to stumble with each awkward step. The car in the layby seemed to be getting no closer. Viv looked back over her shoulder as she began to open the gap between us.

“Come on, hon, keep going, faster, faster.” I was trying to go faster dam it. What in the hell was she thinking. I hate dogs and dingoes are just feral dogs. I wanted to be out of here. I increased my effort or at least tried to but the more I tried the worse things became.

Everything was blurring my vision was like some sort of frosted glass panel. My breath was coming in short, sharp wheezing gasps something like an asthma attack. Then my legs felt leaden and I couldn’t lift them high enough to clear the broken plough sods. I recognised my own fear and the associated panic. It was like some god awful nightmare. The ground came up to meet me and I crashed face first into the ploughed sods.

I could hear Viv’s cries of encouragement continuing but I couldn’t move. The sun beats down on me and the taste of dry earth clawing at my face forced me to make an effort to rise. As I did the slinking flanks of a dingo passed ahead of me. The animal’s shoulders and hind quarters were dropped, with its head and neck extended into the posture of a cure stalking prey. My frozen fear returned. All I could do was watch and wait as the dingo pack surrounded me vigilant of everything.

I was deadly afraid of dogs, all dogs and dingos had a reputation of being nasty. Largely undeserved, I had heard some place, but they were wild animals and they were dogs. It was perfectly clear from their tentative approach that they were afraid of people otherwise they would have attacked, I surmised. They were afraid, but they were also watchfully determined to stamp their authority over me. The pack circled. Were they close? I wasn’t sure. My entire body trembled as I watched the stealthy beasts closing in ever so slowly, they remained watchful and alert as only a feral beast can be. What did they have in mind? It was unclear, but there snarling, provocative display of dripping canines were, to me at least, a display of vicious intent.

“Don’t worry June, I’ll get help,” Viv called from some way off. I couldn’t see here and she wasn’t close. But through my fear, I wondered where in this god forsaken place she intended to get help from. The farmer who had ploughed this field may live miles away, these properties were huge. I wanted to call back to Viv, but couldn’t. Now to add to my other fears I was hearing a low rumbling and felt tiny tremors through my hands and knees. God, I was really losing it, I thought. Seeing little threat from me, the dingoes were emboldened and definitely closer.

The low rumble grew to a cacophony of noise that I instantly recognised as a road train not just a B double but one of those long cattle movers with three sections. Drivers cursed them when they need to overtake one, although that was a rare occurrence, they simply moved along pretty quickly.

This one had hauled into the looping lay-by with hardly a reduction to its speed and the resulting engine roar crunching tyres and the piercing down changing of gears and hissing air breaks made it seem like all hell had broken loose.

The dingos, distracted stopped there circling and their ears pricked and heads turned at the mysterious intrusion. Although the lay-by were still a hundred yards away the huge vehicle was an imposition on the country stillness. I heard Viv yelling and looked up to see here waving to attract the driver now that his engine had shut down. She needn’t have bothered though because the pack had begun to disperse, heading back to their den in the shade of the dry wash.

With Viv’s assistance, and the help of the truckie, I stumbled back to the car. My ankle was beginning to swell as I was helped into the passenger seat.

“There you go miss” the rotund truckie consoled in a surprisingly soft and gentle tone for such a large man. “That was a close call then. Never seen the likes. Heard about dingo attacks before, but that’s usually because they’re hungry, or just bold with tourists. Like those dingoes on Frazer Island, off Queensland. Round here, there’s plenty of road kill, and the occasional sheep or cow carcass to keep their bellies full. Anyway, all’s well that ends well hey?”

Several Minutes later we were on the road again. Viv remained silent for a while as if she was considering something. Then, as we settled in for the next three hours of the trip she spoke.

“How’s your ankle?”

“It hurts a little,” My reply was curt as I sensed that she only asked about my ankle to lead into what she really wanted to know.

“Probably a sprain.”

“Yes, probably,” I replied

“Should get it wrapped up firm, I think. Maybe stop at the next town and see if they have a doctor.”

“There’s no need for that, I’ll be ok.” I was beginning to shake my shock and become more responsive.

“No well stop,” she said firmly. “It wasn’t really your ankle that made you fall was it?”

“Not my ankle. No, that was just the result of twisting it on one of those big hard clods of dirt that the plough had turned over. I should have been more careful. I was already falling when it happened.” I looked at her, but she kept her eyes on the road ahead.

“That wasn’t what I meant. You could hardly lift your legs it was no wonder you fell. You were scared ‘shirtless’ weren’t you? Your legs went to jelly.” She finally got to the point.

“Yes, I was scared, really scared. I hate dogs they frighten me a lot.”

“They were dingoes, not dogs.” She pointed out my error.

“Dingoes, dogs… They’re all the same there canine and I hate them. I mean when they’re threatening like that. I was bitten when I was little and I haven’t forgotten it. It was horrible.” Viv drove on for a few more miles, then turned slightly toward me.

“I have dogs.”

“Yes, you said.”

“How will you feel about them?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, then explained further, “As long as they keep their distance and don’t get cross and snarly I’ll be fine I expect.”

The conversation lapsed again, then as we came into a small town Viv pointed to the hospital sign ahead. “Well get you fixed up and then we can talk more about your dog thing.”

“It’s not a dog thing,” I almost snapped

“We’ll see…. When you meet my Winston he may change your mind.”

*****

It was near on dusk when we turned from the highway and headed down the dirt road toward Viv’s property.

“Only about five kilometres now. We’ll be there in ten minutes,” she looked at me and smiled before adding, “How’s the ankle?”
“It hurts, kind of a dull throb actually. I’ll be glad to get this bandage off for a bit. It’s so damn tight,” I tried not to sound complaining, but I was tired and needed to stretch a bit. I sat staring forward when suddenly a huge kangaroo bounded across the road in front of us. Viv hit the brakes and the car came to a sudden halt. “Why did you do that,” I pointed out when I had recovered from being thrown forward.

“There’s a mob of them, see?”

I hadn’t at first, but as my eyes focused to the quickly descending dusk that had made everything take on the brownish-yellow light of the sinking sun. There, in the dried wheat stalks, where the stump like figures of rigid and alert kangaroos who had been moving from their daytime resting place for a night time of foraging. The new green shoots of emerging grass flourished in the depressions that still held moisture enough to encourage growth of green sweetness.

“Gees, they’re big,” I observed with childlike admiration.

“Told you they were, makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” It sure as hell did. If they were in proportion to their height, compared to the grey Kangaroos that I had already encountered, in the boy department that is. I wasn’t sure about doing what we had planned.

“Jesus Viv there so big are they big down stairs, I mean bigger than the Greys?”

“Don’t know for sure, but what little I have seen of them I guess they are. I haven’t been close enough to see them in all their glory.” I sat in silence, thinking all sorts of things until we arrived at Viv’s place. It was miles from anywhere and the silence was incredible. Even in the deepening twilight the few visible stars were as bright as I had ever seen them.

A light came on the porch above us. It was a Queenslander style home of the early 1930’s vintage, built high off the ground to let the air circulate under the building in summer. It had an elegant practicality about it while exuding class.

“My housekeeper and her husband,” Viv inclined her head toward the two elderly people above. “I need them about to feed and care for the animals when I’m away. I have several other men who work the property, you know branding, fencing and general repairs. The single guys live in the bunk house over there, but you hardly see them by day or night for that matter. Two are married and both live in the old houses up the road a way. The houses belong to properties that were bought up years ago to add to this one. Convenient don’t you think?”

I hadn’t noticed it previously, but as we climbed the stairs a big dog, a wolfhound or a close cross was standing quietly, with its tongue lolling, next to the elderly couple.

“Welcome back Miss Vivian hope you had a nice trip.”

“Yes I did thank you Sara, hello Tom,” Viv answered Sara and greeted Tom. “How’s Winston been?” Viv continued as she rubbed the crown of the big dog’s head.

“He’s been fine, mostly though he did pine for you a lot and was always watching and waiting for your return. Each day he laid out near the gate until it got too hot.” A caught a knowing and covert wink from Sara toward her husband.

“You old sooky, boy,” Viv continued scratching the dog’s compliant head. “We have some catching up don’t we big guy and I brought a friend with me to keep you busy as well.” Viv turned to me and indicated I should pat the big beast. I just stood there looking at the robust dog wondering if I should.

“Not yet Viv, he’s so big isn’t he.”

“Don’t be silly he is a darling. Just look at him, he’s not a fighter I can vouch for that.” She made a rather silly grin, then smiled and shrugged. “Perhaps after Dinner then?”

“Yes, perhaps,” I reluctantly agreed but I was not overconfident. I had to admit that the dog looked pretty harmless as dogs went. His panting tongue just hung over his bottom jaw glistening with saliva. This gives him a rather dopey sort of grin.

Viv called me to follow her. In a half hour I had unpacked my immediate needs into the chest of draws and a wardrobe. There would be time to unpack the rest tomorrow. After a delicious country style dinner prepared by Sara Viv asked me to follow her outside.

“Where are we going?”

In the barn over there, it’s more private,” Viv answered briefly.

“Private?”

“Yep, private. I have been away for a few weeks and Winston is getting anxious. ”

“Where is he? I haven’t seen him around since we arrived.”
I had Tom take him to the barn. I didn’t want him humping my leg at dinner. That would be embarrassing.” I remembered the look that passed between Sara and tom when we had arrived and wasn’t so sure.

“You think so? I really think the oldies know what you get up to with Winston you know.”

“Rubbish, what makes you say that?”

“You didn’t see the look they gave each other when you were talking to the dog on the veranda did you?”

“So?”

“Well, I just think they know what goes on that’s all.” She was about to continue the conversation when we got to the barn. Bending down Viv turned a key on what looked like a mower engine and immediately there was a low hum that recognised as a generator. We had a small one at our place. Not that I should be calling it our place since I had been the one to pack my bags and leave.

“It’s a generator. No mains power out here. We have solar and wind, but the genny is our backup. We have one at the house and one here. Another down at the bunkhouse for the boys. Doesn’t pay to rely on just one source.” She straightened and lifted the catch on the small entry door to the barn and stepped through. “Winnie… Where are you sweetie…” She called. But she could have saved her breath as the big awkward animal was there even as she threw the switch that lit up the barn.

The dogs two front paws were on Viv’s shoulders and his face was against hers lashing her with great swipes of his long slobber covered tongue. The dog was absolutely huge and defied any effort to push him away as he made Viv’s face glisten with sticky wet drool.

“Down! Winston down! Viv needs to get organised before we have some fun. She chided the animal like a mother talking to a wayward child. The dog continued to cover her with doggy kisses and I was fascinated by his size and playful demeanour. He was big, but nothing but didn’t behave like the yappy fox terriers and the mean skulking cattle dogs that I was familiar with and scared of. Size meant nothing when a growling mutt was determined to bite or nip you. “I said easy boy,” Viv again chided and it was clear that the dog was trying to manoeuvre himself behind the standing Vivian. His intent was clear as his hind legs bounced around my friend as he clung like a lover to her neck and shoulders with his fore-pours. If there was any doubt about what he wanted, it was dispelled by the peeking pink tip emerging from his grey hair covered sheath.

I’m not sure how but Viv managed to extract herself from the excited animals clutches, although not completely free of his attentions Viv managed to make her way to the nearest stall where the floor was littered with bedding straw. With the dog making every effort to mount her Viv managed to slip out of her sun dress. It was evident that she had been prepared for her encounter because the dress was all she wore, she was butt naked as she sunk to the hay.

In the time it took me to pick up the discarded dress Winston had covered the naked woman on the hay. It was evident then that the tall, lanky beast knew what he was about. Immediately he had dropped his haunches as he prodded at Viv’s naked butt. The dogs back was arched in almost the letter C configuration as he prodded and shuffled his hind feet forward to lower his groin even further. I couldn’t take my eyes from what was about to happen.

Maybe fifteen minutes later the Wolf hound, Winston, finally pulled free of Viv. The wet suction like sound of the pale, vain laced bulge near the dogs penis as it broke free of Viv’s swollen vulva was audible and somehow sexy. Now that the blocking bulb was out of the clutching sheath the thin doggy semen gushed forth in an instant torrent from the girls distended vagina. The initial flow quickly reverted to bubbly dribble as the animals copious discharge drained from the ravished woman. Viv remained on her hands and knees, her head bowed breathing deeply while the dog slumped to the floor and began to lick his dangling penis.

I had never seen a dog mate before. Dogs were not, and probably never will be my favourite animal. Even now I struggled to remain in the same room as the beast. However, the animal’s penis were taking my full attention. The bulge that looked so curious and out of place was preventing the poor animal from secreting his penis back into his protective sheath. Undeterred the animal licked noisily, like a child with a Popsicle, on the swollen appendage.

The deep red veins covered what appeared to be a bleached purple porcelain shaft. For the most part it was covered sparsely with a network of fine veins. The tip of the appendage was more densely laced with finer spidery veins, although some of the veins were thick and swollen, like those of a man’s penis, giving the curious pointed tip a deeper angry red colouring. The entire penis, from the pointed tip, to the knot, seem to have engorged to fill the space of Viv’s vagina. It only tapered a little toward the large tuber like lump that was swollen on either side of the penis shaft proper. So unlike the mushroom tip of a man’s penis yet just as alluringly curious.

I dragged my eyes from the licking dog to the shiny open folds of Viv’s distended vagina. The dribbling had stopped, but a shiny globe of discharge clung to the clitoral shield. Viv’s abundant pubic hair appeared saturated with the dog’s seminal fluid and a puddled between her still parted knees. Even her inner thighs glistened.

I sidled along so that I was closer to Viv’s face.

“Are you ok,” I asked, not because I thought she wasn’t but for something to say. She turned her head and lifted it slowly and looked me full in the face.

“Oh god yes. That was wonderful, I missed him so much.” Her features were like I had never seen them before. Surely no animal could make a girl feel the way she appeared to be feeling right now. Then she reached for a dampened face towel that she had brought with her into the room with her. Carefully and thoroughly she wiped her groin with gentle dabbing pats before closing her thighs on the towel to keep it snugly in place then pulling herself onto the bed legs firmly shut.

“The only down side to dog sex inside the house, well, even outside, is that they make such a god awful mess with their runny cum, still it’s worth it, it really is special if the dog knows what he is doing. It took a while to get him trained but now he knows exactly where to put it.” She grinned.

“I thought they all knew what to do.” I said sincerely. She screwed up her nose cutely before replying.

“No! Don’t believe it, there was a lot of…,” She grinned wickedly, “I was going to say dry humping but it wasn’t so dry really. They are always spraying this stuff with their dicks before they get it in, lubricant I guess. Well, maybe it is something else but it’s just the way they do it. No, it took lots of time. On and off jabbing my bum and leg an some time just air swings, so to speak, but after a lot of frustration, he got the idea to where the sweet spot could be found and… well pop, he got it in. It wasn’t all his fault either, I had to get my butt at just the right height as well so we topped and tailed. Ever since then it has been wonderful sex, it really has.

I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor. Winston was still preoccupied with licking his genitals and ignoring both of us. Typical male, I thought. Although I couldn’t imagine Barry licking himself like that after sex. I wanted to keep as far away from the dog as I could so the chair was not an option. It had to be the bed, but I felt a certain discomfort about sitting next to Viv thinking that the dog may renew his interest in his bitch. However, with few options I decided it was ok to sit down beside Viv on the bed. When I did she edged over a little so that our hips touched. I felt the warmth of her naked hip against mine. I felt a little light headed and leaned into Viv and we kissed. It was a long kiss that became a little steamy as our hands caressed each other until breathlessly we broke.

“Woooh,” I exclaimed as I struggled for breath. “That was intense.” Viv still held my waist as she leaned backwards on the bed, dragging me down with her. She rolled on top of me kissing me passionately as she began to unbutton my blouse with deliberate and determined movements. As she kissed and fondled me, I became lost in the moment and before I realised my bra, panties and Skirt were removed.

A long time later I lay staring at the ceiling with Viv kissing my neck and breasts gently. “What are you thinking about sweetheart?” She whispered into my neck as her lips made little butterfly kisses toward my lips.

“Oh, nothing really,” I answered evasively.

“It must be something,” she kissed my lower lip and ran her tongue over my teeth. “I saw you frown, what you were really thinking about.”

“It really was something and nothing,” I answered, trying to convince her, but she continued to pry.

“Was it about Winston, Would you like him.” I just shuddered. “Well…….?” She kissed each closed eyelid in turn. I just lay there as she ran her lips across my breasts and down to my sparsely covered mound. “Well… Are you going to tell me?”

“Ok, if you must know I was wondering about those big red Kangaroos.”

“And?”

“I was just wondering, that’s all.” She didn’t reply but continued to kiss me from head to toe in an effort to elicit from me my thoughts. “I was wondering if they would, you know, do it with a woman. I know the grey Kangaroos did, but I don’t know why they did. Was that just something that happened in that place in time or do all kangaroos, like dogs I guess, want to do it with anything with a vagina? Just wondering.” Viv raised herself up on her elbows and looked down on me.

“Don’t know,” She answered eventually. “Maybe it’s the scent we give off from time to time when we’re ovulating or maybe not. Perhaps it’s the young, randy, frustrated ones who can’t get it off with the does and look around for anything with two hind legs. If a woman is around, she may just look enough like a Kangaroo to satisfy their hormonal drive. I just don’t know, but there are some stories about kangaroos becoming sexually aggressive toward women from time to time. Even following them and trying to hump them. There was an incident not far from here about a year back where an older lady hanging out her washing in her nighty when she was attacked by a rogue male. She was a bit coy about what happened, but the rumour had it that she was raped by a Kangaroo.” She kissed my navel and I wriggled at the sudden tickling sensation and giggled.

“Do they come close to the house here?” I asked with the embryo of an idea coming from, what Viv had just said.

“They do, but if you’re thinking what I think you are, remember Sara and Tom are here most of the time, although they are due for some time off,” Viv raised her eyebrows enquiringly.

“When?”

“From Saturday.” Two days should be enough time to come up with some sort of plan, I thought. If the kangaroos come around the house when Sara and Tome weren’t here, I could try coaxing them to become friendly. I had to think about it

 

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