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Pitbull Breeds Wife, by Jezebel Rose

Victoria stood at the edge of the dusty road and gazed off into the distance. The unforgiving South Texas sun baked the landscape and buildings and brought out beads of perspiration on Victoria’s arms and forehead. She had no idea why she continued waiting by the road each afternoon, Brian was not coming home. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. The slender, young woman turned to see Bronk, a young pit bull, standing in her shadow. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and brushed back her long, dark hair.

“Come on,” she said to the dog, “it’s too hot today, let’s go in the house.”

Victoria had given Brian the dog for his birthday about a year and a half earlier; she noticed how much he had always admired pit bulls that belonged to his friends. Whenever he saw people walking them on the street, he would remark that he was “going to get me one of those dogs.” Victoria smiled briefly as she remembered the expression of utter delight on Brian’s face when she had plopped the fat, gold-and-black brindled puppy into his lap. It was Brian’s twenty-first birthday, and his friend Jack had stopped over with a couple of six- packs to help him celebrate. Jack offered beers to Brian and Victoria and spotted the pup in Brian’s lap.

“Hey, you guys got a puppy! What kind is it?”

“It’s a pit bull. I’m going to train him to bite you if you come here when I’m not around!” Brian joked.

“Aww, I wouldn’t do that, Brian. Victoria’s all yours and she does not even like me! That reminds me when you guys going to get married anyway?”

“Next year… maybe June, we’re thinking.”

“Cool. You could name a kid after me, maybe.”

Brian grinned. “I think I’m going to name the dog after you instead, Jack.”

“Hey, that’s OK, too. He’s going to be a tough guy like me, and not one of those wimpy li’l Taco Bell dogs!”

“Ohh, he won’t be too tough,” Victoria chimed in. “And he isn’t going to bite nobody. We’re going to raise him gently.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I know. Like the one, my brother Santo has. He’s just a big baby… the kids ride him like a horse.”

The three jokingly, at first, called the pup Little Jack or Bronk, and the name stuck.

Bronk grew very quickly over the next several months, but he did not outgrow his friendly, outgoing temperament. The neighborhood kids all knew him by name, and they would stop to pet him as they walked home from school. One evening after dinner, Brian was sitting on the floor with Bronk, rubbing the pup’s chest and belly.

“Bronk’s getting to be a big boy, eh?” Brian observed.

“Yeah, the vet said he was 85 pounds when he was there last time,” Victoria added.

“No, I mean a macho guy. You know…” Brian pointed to Bronk’s solid undercarriage.

“Maybe he’s going to make you jealous someday, Brian. And he’s culeco, just like you!”

“I know, he’s pretty horny. He tried humping my leg the other day.”

“We should have him fixed, no?”

Brian scowled. “No way! That turns him into a pussy. He’s a teenager now, but he’ll learn some manners when he gets older.”

“You didn’t learn any manners, Brian.”

“So you’re going to have me fixed too?”

An evil grin came to Victoria’s face. “Only if I catch you with another woman!”

Brian clapped his hands over his crotch in mock horror. “Oh, no! I married Lorena Bobbitt!”

Victoria’s mind wandered again. Some months later, Brian had called her from work. He was meeting some friends at a bar for a couple of beers, and then he would be home. He was late. Maybe a couple of beers turned into a couple too many. Around midnight, a knock came at the front door. Victoria got out of bed and opened the door slightly. A deputy sheriff stood outside with his hat in his hands.

“I’m afraid I have some terrible news. Your husband has been in a terrible car accident…”

Victoria struggled to keep calm. “Is he… all right?”

The deputy bowed his head slightly and fumbled with the brim of his hat. “No… I’m sorry…”

The completely awful scene replayed itself in Victoria’s mind almost nightly, as if it were a movie that she just could not walk away from. The call from Brian. Waiting for him to come home. The deputy at the door. Identifying the body. The funeral. Even after more than a year, the nightmare was still as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. The doctor had given her some pills…Percocet; he called them…to help her with the anxiety. They did nothing for the emptiness she felt, but they at least let her sleep. She put one of the blue-gray tablets under her tongue and lay down, trying to think of happier times.

As the drug took effect, Victoria drifted into a fitful state somewhere halfway between asleep and awake. She tried remembering how beautiful it felt when she and Brian made love. He was always so gentle yet so satisfying… He would first kiss her softly on the lips, then as they both became more aroused, they would share more and more of the mouth, the tongue. He would gently fondle her small, firm breasts, and slowly walk his fingers down her chest, her stomach, across her navel, then…

Victoria could feel herself becoming moist, and cupped her hand over her mound and began massaging her clit, as carefully as she could to the way Brian had done for her. As her fingers pressed and circled, she drifted further into a dream. The lover of her memories continued his gentle ministrations as her tongue explored the inner recesses of his mouth, as he did hers. She caressed his growing member and guided it into her, their coupling eased by the combined juices of their arousal. He began with slow, gentle strokes, which gradually increased in both speed and intensity as she tried matching them with her own movements. Faster and faster, as her insides squeezed and pulled at he and Victoria felt a burning shudder building deep within her. The lovers simultaneously exploded into a beautifully intense, gloriously wet and heart-pounding release, though fleeting it seemed to possess more energy than both bodies combined could produce. A mind-numbing, tingling-all-over sort of feeling. She had had a few other men, but Brian was the only one who had ever made her feel this way.

This dream somehow seemed more real than usual, the feelings of fullness, the caresses, the movements, the wetness… In fact, Victoria began to think in the back of her mind that she had never felt entirely so filled before, even when Brian was here and made love to her. She opened her eyes a little, as she had done many times before and had seen Brian’s familiar, smiling face with an expression of utter ecstasy. The grinning face she saw before she now had that very same expression, and while it was a very familiar face, it was NOT Brian’s!

“Bronk!” Victoria screamed. “What are you doing? You are a naughty dog!”

She tried pushing the dog off her, but the more she struggled with him, the more tightly he became lodged in her. Victoria had seen dogs mating a few times, and she was aware that they frequently were locked together for a considerable amount of time. She had also seen the enormous bulge that Bronk sometimes got when he was rolling on his back, and he was feeling especially good about himself. She decided that the best thing to do was not to panic, but just wait it out and not risk injuring herself or the dog.

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