Why couldn't life be simpler? Other animals than man didn't suffer from these complexities. Take Brute, for example, their handsome German shepherd.

She was certain that Brute was never thinking of anything else when he had sexual intercourse with one of the many bitches in the neighborhood who continually sought him out. Brute was never bothered with jealousy, was never limited to a single bitch, and so on.

She could remember several weeks ago watching him out the window when he had fucked that Dalmatian from down the block. How the Dalmatian had stood there, apparently unmoved, her tongue lolling out of its spotted head, while Brute screwed her furiously, his great haunches jerking powerfully, his forelegs gripping snugly about the other dog's shoulders, his longish red tongue hanging out of his mouth, wet and dripping with thick saliva, his slick red penis sliding lewdly in and out of the other dog's body to an alarming length.

That was one of the few times Dora had ever paid much attention to Brute's sexual proclivities. She had known that he tended to be somewhat rambunctious around the neighborhood, and not a few people had complained; but, after all, it was nothing much to make a fuss over.

Dogs, after all, would be dogs.

But that particular morning she had been left peculiarly frustrated from Guy's furious, hyper-fast fucking, which he had excused on the grounds that he was late for work. Consequently, her loins were still swarming with desire as she watched Brute mount the female Dalmatian.

And what a splendid beast he was! She could scarcely believe the length and thickness of his dog's penis as it escaped from the soft furry covering beneath its belly. Somehow she had always imagined that dogs had very tiny penises.

Brute's certainly had always seemed normal – although, obviously, when he was aroused, it became anything but that.

She had been quite taken aback, and, remembering rightly, her breath had whooshed out of her lungs as she gaped in amazement at the furious quality of Brute's fucking.