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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
stories. We can only be ... "TheEditor" and Associates.
Up, Boy, Up!
By Richard Mountbatten
Chapter 1
The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first
there was no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the
huge bed, but then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the
tangled mass of bedding and began to grope blindly across the
bedside table, knocking over the alarm clock as numb fingers
managed to still the racket. The arm collapsed back onto the bed
and for several more minutes silence reigned in the room.
Then two big blue eyes blinked open, half hidden by a thick
mass of blonde hair that spilled in a golden cascade over one of
the pillows. Jill Andersen focused foggily as she stared at the
clock, shook her head and focused again.
"Oh, for God's sake, Bob," she said, "something must be wrong
with the clock. It went off a half hour early." Her eyes slowly
closed.
"Mmmmm, yeh," her husband murmured in a sleep-thickened
voice. "I set it that way." He moved over closer to his wife and
slid an arm around her, cupping one of her firm young breasts in
the palm of his hand. "Gives us time for a little conjugal bliss
before I run off to slave at the salt mines."
Jill's big blue eyes flew open again, filled with
apprehension this time. "What?" she said anxiously. "B-but ...
Bob, we made love just last night." The dull throbbing ache up
between her thighs wouldn't let her forget that.
"Last night was last night," Bob replied, his voice sounding
more awake now. His hand squeezed her softly resilient breast a
little tighter, and she could feel a slight growing pressure
underneath his pajamas where his loins pressed against her
buttocks. A sick feeling shot through her. Oh, not again. Not
so soon, she moaned to herself. God, it was only hours ago that I
forced myself to lie patiently beneath his sweating body. And now
so soon again? It's just too much to ask!
"Now stop that!" she ordered as his other hand began to slip
up underneath her flimsy nightgown. She tried to wiggle away from
his insistent touch but his arms were too strong.
"Come on, baby," he said, his hot breath blowing against her
sensitive ear lobe. "It's a beautiful morning. Let's start the
day out right with a little loving."
"No, no," she said, struggling harder. "I-it's not right!
It's not even dark. I-I just can't do it when it's light like
this. It's ... sick!"
She felt his body stiffen at her last words, and his grip
slacken around her. Sensing his gaze on her, the young wife
turned her head quickly around, and saw that his eyes were cold.
"I think you're the one that's sick," he said in an icy
voice. He rolled away from her and got out of bed. "Maybe you
could make my breakfast, if it won't make you sick that is." His
back was to her as he spoke, shoulders rigid in surpressed anger.
He went on, talking almost to himself. "Might as well go to work
a little early. Maybe I can make some points with the boss, even
if I can't make points at home."
"Oh, honey, don't talk like that," Jill said with tears in
her eyes. "You know I don't want to hurt you. It's just that
it's so hard for me ...
"Well it's not so easy for me either," he snapped turning
towards her as he spoke. Recoiling inside as she saw the
bitterness in his eyes, the tortured young wife turned away with a
sob and buried her face in the pillow. She heard her husband
mumble a few more angry words, and then the bathroom door slammed
behind him.
The sobbing blonde lay facing the wall, wishing the day
didn't have to start this way. Maybe there was some truth in what
her husband said! Maybe there was something unhealthy in her that
kept her from responding fully to his male advances! But he bore
some of the blame too, she thought defiantly to herself, and her
mind automatically went back to their wedding night.
Jill Anderson had been very carefully, very repressively
raised by her parents. Her mother was a dried up defeated woman,
plowed under by her domineering husband. Jill's father had
spouted bible, sin, and hellfire to her ever since she could
remember. He particularly raged against the temptations of the
flesh and forbade her to go out unchaperoned with boys. It had
been a shock to Jill when one day at the tender age of eleven she
discovered his secret cache of pornographic pictures. The young
girl had stared in horror at the strange positions and lewd
postures portrayed by the people in the photographs, and her
confused mind had tried to match them up with the grunts of male
pleasure and the desperately painful pleadings of her mother that
issued from behind her parents bedroom door night after night.
And then when she was fourteen years old her father had
unexpectedly made her sit on his lap one night. His brutal hands
had ranged over her budding young body, lingering on her already
lusty breasts while he had warned her what God would do to her if
she let boys touch her here ... or here ... or here ... and all
this time her mother was in the same room, watching, her face
constantly changing expression as shame for her daughter battled
with hate for her husband.
Jill had blossomed early. When she was sixteen she looked
twenty, with high proud breasts, sleekly swelling hips and long
graceful legs. The amateurish pantings and gropings of her young
male classmates had only intensified her already deeply rooted
fear of sex. What a relief it had been then to meet Bob. It had
been her freshman year in college, and Bob was several years older
than her, already a senior. Jill was swept off her feet by his
suave, sophisticated manner, and even more by his obvious kindness
and consideration for her. In particular, he had been patient and
gentle with her right from their first date, never pressing her
sexually, always stopping at the first sign of her resistance.
Soon Jill found herself for the first time in her life
kissing a boy and enjoying it. And as time went on she was amazed
at the sensual little flutters that raced through her body when
Bob's strong hands caressed her excitedly throbbing breasts,
always through her clothes of course.
And then one night, one warm summer night, she and Bob were
lying out on the grass under a full moon. They both had consumed
some champagne at a party earlier in the evening, and Jill found
that her head was slightly giddy so that somehow the feel of his
hands stealing over her body was especially vivid, almost
electric. Her dreamy mind did not notice when he reached back up
under her sweater and released the catch on her brassiere, or when
he slid the sweater up in front of that the white shimmering
mounds of her full naked breasts were presented to his hungry
gaze. Then, almost in a trance of excitement and uncertainty, she
felt fingers up under her skirt, sliding over the smooth material
of her bikini panties. A low moan of half-conscious pleasure
broke from the young virgin's wetly parted lips as she felt the
first delightful pressure against the sensitive mound up between
her legs and her thighs fell limply, automatically, open to give
easier access to the caressing hands that were sending sharp
little darts of wild pleasure through her fire-washed body. Bob's
patient fingers were at the leg-band of her panties, worming under
the confining elastic as the tip of his outstretched index finger
dipped like a burning knife into the moistly heated channel up
between her legs. Jill moaned with the knowledge that she wanted
that finger deep up inside her hungering young vagina, wanted to
be made love to!
She looked over at Bob, love washing over her like a tidal
wave, and then her heart froze within her as she saw the look of
sheer lust that was twisting his features, making him look almost
like her father that evening when he had forced her to sit in his
lap.
The frightened young girl tore herself away from his grasp
and quickly forced her passion tortured mind and body back under
control. It hadn't mattered to Bob, who just thought of it as
virginal shyness, after all, they were going to be married in a
month anyhow, and he could wait. And Jill buried the episode in
her mind, attributing her resistance to normal modesty. As it
was, she loved the handsome student so much that nothing could
have kept her from marrying him.
And then on the day of their wedding night! Jill had spent
several hours with the Minister before the ceremony, listening as
the elderly man told her how beautiful her first night with her
husband could be, how God would be present with them. So when the
wedding was over, when they had finally escaped from the wild
reception that Bob's fraternity brothers had given for them, when
they were finally in the bedroom of their honeymoon cottage by the
lake, Jill had expected heavenly music, sweet perfumes, tender
words, and ... the rest her virginal young mind could only guess
at.
How terrifyingly different it was! Bob was drunk! She had
never seen him like this. His fraternity friends had kept pouring
alcohol down him all night and dragging him off into corners where
they seemed to be telling some kind of jokes. In her innocence
Jill couldn't understand why some of the young men kept snickering
and looking over at her as they talked to her new husband. And
then Bob had started looking at her, too, a strange fire in his
eyes.
When she and her husband got to the cabin, Jill went into the
bathroom with her overnight bag and changed into the beautiful
sheer nightgown she'd bought just for the occasion. Then she
stepped timidly back into the bedroom to share the sacrament of
their marriage with her husband.
Bob's drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took in the
ravishing image standing before him. He had never seen Jill naked
before, and the transparent material of her nightgown left nothing
to the imagination. An inarticulate animal sound came from Ws
lust-distorted mouth.
"Do-do you like me, darling?" Jill asked hesitantly. Bob's
only answer had been to lurch drunkenly toward her and crush her
fearfully trembling young body to him; his saliva-covered mouth
smashed down against hers, pressing her lips painfully back
against her teeth.
"Be gentle. Oh God, Bob, please be gentle," Jill pleaded
vainly, but her sex-maddened husband began to tug at the nightgown
that stood between him and his goal, finally succeeding in ripping
the beautiful material from her and ruining it forever. His head
dropped to her naked breasts and his wet ovalled lips closed
around the tiny virginal tips of her nipples. She gasped as his
teeth sank in so tightly that blood seeped on the surface of her
unblemished flesh. The frightened youngster fought against the
pain, fought to understand, and then somehow they were on the bed.
Bob struggled from his clothes, and then for the first time in her
young life she saw it! An erect male penis!
It was huge! The virginal bride stared with a horrified
fascination at this enormous thing that she was supposed to take
up inside her body. She saw her husband positioning the obscenely
swollen shaft before the tight little vaginal opening, and she
knew it would never fit.
"Oh, please be careful, don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" she
pleaded with the lust-driven stranger crouched above her trembling
form. This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
And then with an animal groan, he drove his wildly throbbing
cock into her without preparation, without mercy, aware only of
his own drunken need. The impaled young girl's shrill scream had
knifed out into the room, but Bob went on ramming his long hard
penis further and further into her with each stroke, oblivious to
the agony he was causing his innocent young wife.
Jill struggled vainly against the pain for several minutes
before discovering that it wasn't so bad if she just let her
muscles relax. A tremendous awareness of how much this was like
what her mother had gone through came over her and for a time she
felt it was her brutal father rocking over her. She shuddered in
horror and revulsion.
Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure
began to radiate out from her plundered young cunt as it became
more accustomed to the alien presence inside. A guilty feeling of
lust swept over her, burning lewd associations into her young mind
that would last forever. An obscene knowledge of her own body
started to form along with the feeling that she was involved in
something depraved and sinful and perverted ... and beginning to
love it.
No ... she was not the person she had thought she was, nor
was Bob, for he was dragging her into evil ways, the evil ways of
her parents. And the terrible thing was that she wanted to shout,
to scream for him to go on with his now-pleasurable ravishment of
her body. For she could feel the possibility of some great final
orgasmic goal within her for which she was ready to trade all her
years of careful moral training.
But then Bob roared and his body stiffened and she felt his
wildly jerking penis grow in spasms up inside her heatedly
throbbing vagina and his cum, hot and unendless, shot up into her,
filling her belly with a burning wetness. A compelling lewdness
swept through her hopelessly aroused body, a feeling that she had
never known before. At that moment the young bride felt herself
teetering on the edge of an abyss and knew she would---at this
minute gladly abandon all her training and fall wanton and lewd
into a deep valley of sensuality and never return if only he would
take her over the peak and make her cum. She felt her body alive
and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to
grind in an alien animal way as she reached for something ... that
vague promise of release!
It was then that Bob grunted and his body relaxed, and all of
his sodden alcoholic weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling
breasts ... and he passed out.
It was quite a struggle to get him off her, but he finally
rolled over and began snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride
was left lying naked on the bed, a horrible guilt combined with
shame and anger sweeping over her. She was humiliated! In a
moment of sensual weakness she had offered up all of her cherished
beliefs to her husband to do with as he would, and he had used her
as a faceless receptacle for his lust. Never again, she promised
herself! Never again would she let her treacherous body trick her
into hungering after the goals of lust!
And she had kept her word to herself, dutifully letting Bob
make love to her when he demanded it, but permitting herself very
little satisfaction from the despised act. Bob had been confused
at first by her unresponsiveness and then later angered. He could
remember almost nothing of their wedding night, and Jill had never
been able to force herself to speak about it. The young husband
became more and more frustrated and lately had been trying to
force her into degrading acts, things she knew were wrong and
sinful. It had been that way last night, and she was afraid it
might be that way again. He had been becoming more and more
violent and rough in his lovemaking, and she was a little
frightened of him, which was one extra reason she didn't want him
to make love to her this morning.
Suddenly she was jerked from her revery by the sound of the
bathroom door opening. She quickly closed her eyes, feigning
sleep. From under her eyelashes she could see Bob walking towards
the bed and with a stab of panic realized he was completely naked,
his face clouded by anger! Oh please God, no ... she breathed
silently, and then sharply drew in her breath as she felt Bob
roughly pull back the blankets, uncovering her body.
"Bob ..." she began, pretending to be only half awake. She
fought to control her mounting fear. Then the frightened young
wife shrank back instinctively as her husband's hands began to
roughly roam over her quivering body, pulling up the edges of her
nightgown to reveal her panty-clad hips.
"No, Bob, no ..." she began piteously, desperately trying to
squirm away.
"Shut up and be still," Bob snarled angrily, and something in
his tone made her heart freeze. She had never seen her husband in
quite this state before and didn't know what he might be capable
of.
The frustrated young man pulled her nightgown completely up
and over her head and threw it angrily into a corner. He began
struggling with the hooks of the brassiere she insisted on wearing
to bed, and finally succeeded in pulling it away from her soft
white breasts. Then, shoving his hands under the tight elastic
waistband of his wife's panties he rolled them down over the ripe
curves of her hips until she was completely naked, her satiny
flesh shining lustrously in the soft morning light. Jill lay
perfectly still on the bed, hardly daring to breathe, afraid of
making him angrier than he already was.
And to her surprise he was gentle.
Bob hovered over her a second, his breath catching in his
throat as he was his wife lying naked beneath him in the full
light of day. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and
his excited gaze moved passionately over her lushly ripened body,
drinking in the way the delicately shaded hollows contrasted with
the long alabaster curves of her thighs, lingering over the
delicate molded hips and richly swelling breasts.
The lustful young husband's hands began to follow his eyes
and traded hotly down his wife's frightened body, his fingers
sliding slowly along her gently quivering thighs and easing
tenderly back and forth in the soft crevice between. His hands
pressed upwards, traveling cautiously, tracing a slowly narrowing
circle over the ivory flesh until with a sudden electric contact
they brushed against the first softly curling hairs of her vaginal
mound.
Jill winced, her long silky legs stirring slightly from the
unwanted stimulus of his touch. Her arms stiffened in resistance
but her pelvis tilted upwards independently in unconscious
reaction to his probing hand. With an effort the young wife
willed her loins to retreat and her naked buttocks sank back down
into the mattress in an effort to escape his advances.
Bob withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage
prematurely. His strong hands slid around and under her softly
warm hips, cupping her satiny buttocks and caressing them until
they began to flex involuntarily in a slow circular motion.
Jill could hardly believe her own reactions. It felt ... it
felt ... good! She felt her breath catch in her throat and her
mind short circuited under the maddening caress of her husband's
fingers. She just had to accept the ecstasy of his touch. Once
more his hands slid upwards and moved with a sudden directness to
her softly curling pubic hair, his warm palm pressing flat against
the moistly throbbing hill of her vaginal mound, his strong pulse
merging with the rhythmic beat of her throbbing organs. This time
there was no resistance and Bob gently pressed his outstretched
middle finger up between the sensitive cuntal lips, sending a
spasmodic wave of joy through the young blonde's love-starved body
lying beneath him.
"Oooooohhhh ... ooooohhhhh ..." Jill crooned, hardly able to
believe it was her own voice that was gasping out this unconscious
cry of pleasure.
Bob began to move his middle finger in a circular motion
inside the wetly gleaming furrow of her pussy in ever widening
sweeps, spreading the moist tendrils of her pubic hair and
stroking the pulsing lips of her blood-swollen cunt. Working
upwards, his fingers finally came into contact with her erect
little clitoris.
"Oh God! Aaaahhhhh ...!" Jill moaned, her mouth falling
open. Her long legs bucked up from the surprising thrill of his
touch as he teased his finger over the vitally sensitive knob,
driving bolts of pleasure through his wife's twitching body. It
was incredible! Bob could feel the hot center of her loins
flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck her. His eyes stared
at the enticing pinkness of her openly receptive pussy, fascinated
by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy collar around the
faintly contracting petal-shaped vaginal hole. The sight of the
pink folds drove him wild with passion.
Some rational part of his brain kept warning the young man to
control himself. He had not won his prize yet, and his hope for
conquest was still teetering on the edge of the full acceptance he
had so long desired. But that last spark of reason was suddenly
drowned in a flood of ungovernable lust as he looked down at the
mouth-watering feast spread open below him. With an inarticulate
cry of passion Bob bent impulsively forward and buried his head
between his wife's widespread thighs, shooting his tongue snake-
like into her warm moist depths.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Oooooooh!" Jill cried as she felt the first
searing contact of Bob's long wet tongue against her helplessly
open vagina. She looked down in horrified disbelief at the
obscene spectacle of her husband's dark head rammed grotesquely
between her up-drawn thighs. A spasm of revulsion shot through
her and she desperately tried to squirm free, but his fingers held
her tightly, pressing painfully into her flesh, holding the
unprotected plane of her fearfully cringing vagina wide open to Ws
disgusting attack.
"Nooooo ... oh God, noooo ... it's wrong, it's wrong ...!"
she sobbed as he stabbed his heavy tongue once more into her
defenseless vagina. Oh, God! Oh, God! Why did he have to turn
it into this? Why did he have to spoil it all again? she thought
wildly to herself as she struggled to get free. Finally Jill
managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and yank his obscenely
dripping face up from between her cringing thighs. For just that
one moment his iron grip on her loosened and she twisted free and
rolled heavily to the floor. The outraged young blonde was on her
feet in an instant, looking down at her confused husband.
"You ... you filthy animal!" she screamed. "How could you?
How could you turn it into that?" Then she saw the anger
beginning to build in his eyes and she ran into the bathroom,
locking the door behind her.
"You fucking iceberg," Bob shouted after her. "You'll never
learn what it's all about. Too bad you can't take lessons. Hell,
I'd even pay for them." He was silent after that and a few
minutes later Jill heard the front door slam and knew she was now
alone in the house. Her chin quivered for a moment and then she
began sobbing uncontrollably.
It was a long time before the shattered young wife got
herself under control. Plan after desperate plan was born in her
mind only to die again. She didn't know what she and Bob were
going to do about this horrible problem between them but she did
know one thing: she loved him and would do almost anything to stay
with him, "anything" that is except become an animal. No ... she
wouldn't leave him, not ever. But would he stay with her? Right
at that moment she would have gladly shared him with half the
women in the world if she could just keep one little bit for
herself.
The heart-broken young bride wandered disconsolately around
the bedroom before finally realizing she didn't have any clothes
on. Going to the dresser she took out her white shorts and halter
and mechanically put them on. She would go out and work in the
yard, she thought to herself. It always made her feel better when
she was in the garden, and tonight when Bob came home she would
have his favorite meal all prepared for him. But deep in her
heart she knew that would not be enough. It would take a lot more
than a good dinner to heal the widening breach between her and her
beloved husband.
Chapter 2
"Goddamn!" the big burly man said excitedly, "would you look
at that tight little ass!" He let the curtain fall back across
his front window and turned to the young woman sprawled on a couch
on the other side of the room. "I'm gonna have that, I'm gonna
fuck that or my name ain't Bill Reagan." He licked his lips and
the parted the curtains slightly again to continue his observation
of Jill Andersen as she puttered around in her garden, across the
street.
"How about Rumplestiltskin?" the girl asked suddenly.
"Huh," Reagan said absentmindedly as he kept his eyes glued
to Jill's lush figure. "Whadda you talking about anyhow?"
"Well you're going to need a new name, because you're just
not going to make it into little miss chastity across the street,
so how about Rumplestiltskin?"
Reagan turned from the window, a scowl twisting his heavy
features. "That's about enough out of you. When I want comedy
I'll turn on the T.V." His eyes went back to the window.
"Keeee-rist, she's bending over! It oughta be against the
law to wear shorts like that in public. I think I'm gonna cum in
my pants."
"That's as good a place as any," the young woman said, 'cause
you're not going to cum in her. I don't think even her husband
has that honor. I talked to him a couple of times, and he's about
the horniest bastard I've ever seen."
"You're pushing your luck with your big mouth," Reagan said
over his shoulder, unable to tear his eyes away from the window.
"Did you ever see any broad old Bill Reagan couldn't have when he
had his mind made up?"
"No, I guess I haven't," she answered, then giving a little
shudder, she murmured to herself, "God help them."
Reagan turned back from the window, his face thoughtful. He
was a big man, about fifty years old with grizzly hair and a heavy
build. His face wasn't ugly but there was a certain coarse
hardness about it that made others not want to look at him too
long. He looked down at the girl he'd been speaking too. She was
about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old with long black hair.
There was a dark smoldering beauty about her that was most
noticeable when she moved, every motion seeing to signal some
secret sensual invitation. Her eyes were curious; dark, lustrous,
but somehow dull, as if she were masking her spirit behind a
cloudy curtain. She was not alone, but was gently stroking the
powerful head of a huge German shepherd sitting next to her.
"You say you've met her husband?" Reagan said thoughtfully.
Then, not waiting for an answer, "And you say he's horny ..." The
big man paused. "I think I know how I'm going to get into his
luscious little wife. He's going to help me and he doesn't even
know it."
"Sure, sure, give him five bucks, and he'll slip you the key
to his front door," the girl said sarcastically.
"You're the key to his front door," Reagan said, pointing his
thick forefinger at her. "You're gonna lead him down the garden
path."
"Hey, now wait a minute," the girl said heatedly. "How did I
get involved in this. Can't you go out and get your own ass?"
"Shut up and listen. You're gonna get him to fuck you, and
then we're gonna use that to pressure the little lady. And don't
give me any of your lip, Mae," he said threateningly as the girl
started to open her mouth. But she couldn't resist needling the
bully standing over her.
"Oh, all right, all right. Just promise me I won't have to
fuck you for a month. Hell, maybe I'll even like it. He's
pretty good-looking." She tried to dodge as Reagan stepped
forward, but his heavy palm crashed against her face. The dazed
girl stood awkwardly a moment, her hand moving slowly up to her
reddened cheek.
"You didn't have to do that Uncle Bill. It's just that I
don't care very much for men, you know that."
Bill Reagan looked down at his niece, satisfied that she had
learned her lesson. Damn, she was a beautiful piece, he thought
to himself. What a bit of luck when his sister had died. He'd
griped at first when he'd had to take in the homeless orphan. She
was a skinny kid then, but had soon started to bloom. He'd broken
her in right. What a fight it had been those first few times.
He'd had to be pretty rough, but he'd trained her just like he
liked them. She'd turned out a little strange though, hard and
cynical ... and then there was her thing with the dog ... and that
gave him an idea.
"Tell you what, Mae," he said in a somewhat conciliatory
tone. "You play ball with me in this and I'll give you a little
reward. You can have Hector for an hour."
The girl's eyes suddenly became very alert.
"When?" she asked sharply.
"Why, right now, and maybe again after you've done what I
asked you." Then he saw the changes start to come over her face.
It always amazed him that she could get so worked up over such a
thing, but he had to admit, just watching her and the dog got him
worked up too, and he always insisted on watching. She was a
weirdo all right. Would you believe it? The only thing that
really turned her on was fucking his dog, Hector!
Reagan had owned the dog for several years. For his
own amusement he had trained the animal to have a sexual
preference for human females. Of course, he had used Mae in the
training, along with a couple of prostitutes. She had rebelled at
first, and he'd had to use a little force. But once she had
gotten into it she was really hooked, always following the dog
around with her eyes, and he knew damned well she'd have Hector
fucking her all day long if he let her. But Reagan rationed the
big animal out carefully so that he could keep his hold over his
niece, knowing she would do anything for a chance to have that
long animal cock in her!
He laughed at the hungry look in Mae's eyes. She wouldn't
dare move towards the dog until he gave his permission.
"Yeh, baby, right now, right here in front of old Uncle
Bill," Reagan laughed knowing she hated to have him watching when
the dog fucked her. But that was the only way he ever let her do
it. He decided to have a little more fun with her.
"On the other hand," he said in mock seriousness, "maybe we
should wait until after you've had a crack at the young stud
across the street. We wouldn't want you to get all worn out now
and disappointed ..." A look of dismay came over Mae's face and
she broke in.
"Oh, no, no, I won't disappoint him, I promise. I can fuck
all the time, Uncle Bill, I swear." There was a look of desperate
pleading in the girl's passion-hungry eyes.
"What?" he thundered back. "That's not what you tell me when
I want a little. You're always too tired or too busy. You
wouldn't want me to think you'd prefer someone else, would you?"
For a second the pleading girl's face flushed with rage.
God, how she hated this pig, she thought to herself. For years
he'd tortured her, humiliated her, lowered her to the status of a
slave. If only she could get away from him. But he'd warned her
what would happen if she ever tried to leave him, promising to
follow her to the ends of the earth if necessary, promising she'd
wish she were dead before he finished with her. And there was the
dog, too. She knew she could never leave Hector, and he was Bill
Reagan's dog, fiercely loyal to him. The lovely dark-haired girl
gritted her teeth and begged again just as she knew he wanted her
to. The only thing that would be able to still this special
burning hunger up between her legs was that marvelous tapered
penis of her animal lover and she must have it at any cost.
"Oh, please let Hector fuck me! For God's sake, please!"
"Ya really want it bad, don'cha baby," Reagan sneered down at
her now-kneeling form. "But how ya goin' to do any fucking with
your clothes on. You get naked and I'll decide whether your goin'
to get any or not."
Reagan began to laugh in delight as the beautiful woman
before him tore frantically at her clothes. Damn, this thing she
had about the dog was stronger than any dope addict's habit. He
watched in undisguised enjoyment as more and more of her beautiful
body came into view. Christ, she was really built! Mae had her
blouse off and was fumbling behind her with the clasp of her
brassiere. It came loose and she flung the flimsy halter away
from her impatiently, allowing her high full breasts to swing
free. Her uncle took in their lush ripeness greedily, watching as
the cooler air in the room caused the tiny nipples to leap
instantly into erect hardness.
Her skirt fell in a loose pile around her ankles and she
kicked free of it, wearing only her little silk bikini panties
now. Reagan watched avidly as her thumbs hooked in the elastic
waistband and in one smooth motion pulled the flimsy briefs down
to her ankles. When she straightened up again, she stood before
him completely naked, attempting to hide nothing from his gaze.
Her skin was a rich creamy color, set off by the perfect dark
triangle of sparse pussy hair over her pubic area. With her every
movement the sleek muscles of her belly and thighs rippled
sensuously, causing the light to play in ever changing patterns
over her voluptuous body.
Reagan never had been able to hold back a gasp of awe each
time he saw his niece in her nakedness. Damn, she was all any
normal man could want, he thought, but then, he wasn't really like
other men. His greatest enjoyment was to find proud innocent
young women and break them to his will, and he had broken Mae long
ago. Now she was his tool, his instrument, to help him trap
others in his cruel web, the men as well as the women. Yes, the
men too, like that lousy snob across the street with the pretty
blonde wife. Reagan knew that type; young college graduates that
wouldn't give men like Bill Reagan the time of day, much less let
him get close to his wife. Well he'd show the son of a bitch.
He'd ruin him and for the crowning blow he'd fuck that prudish
little wife of his right in front of his eyes! Reagan had tried
to say hello to that little bitch out in front of the house one
day but she had made some excuse and gone inside, like she was
afraid of him. Well he'd give her something to be afraid of! His
thoughts were interrupted by Mae's voice.
"Now ...? Can I have him now?" she asked desperately.
"Always thinking of yourself, aren't ya baby? And what do
you think your old Uncle Bill is gonna be doin' while you're
havin' your fun, except standin' here all lost and lonely."
"Wh-what do you mean," Mae asked in confusion.
"I mean you're gonna have to earn your little dog-fuck in
advance. You're gonna have to suck my cock."
A look of revulsion passed over Mae's beautiful face. She'd
sucked a lot of cocks before and generally liked it. But the
thought of being forced to suck her vile tormentor's hated penis
under these conditions, being used like a dirty whore before he'd
let her have what was so important to her caused a tight ball of
anger to form in her seething stomach. She thought of refusing,
but it was too late now. The near prospect of the beautiful
fucking she might be getting from the German shepherd in just a
few minutes was already lighting an uncontrollable fire deep up
inside her waiting belly.
"I'll do it," she rapped out, gritting her teeth.
"That's really nice of you," Reagan said with false good
humor. "I'm really a lucky man. How many other uncles have
nieces that are so loving and thoughtful." Then his voice
changed. "Now get over here you stupid bitch and let's see how
you suck, because if you don't do a good job you're not gonna get
no animal nookie."
With that the big man turned and walked leisurely to a big
easy chair and relaxed back into it.
"Now come on, baby. Give your old uncle some of those sweet
lips." He grinned and motioned for her to come over then, held up
one hand in a warning gesture as she started to get to her feet.
"Nope," he ordered, "I want you to walk over here on your
knees ... MOVE," he roared when she hesitated. The humiliated
girl dropped to her knees obediently, her face now an
expressionless mask, her hatred seething impotently inside her.
Reagan straightened his legs as she approached and spread them
apart so she could move between them, sliding down in the chair at
the same time so that his buttocks were resting on the forward
edge.
As Mae crawled between his knees the big man tangled his
hands in her lustrous dark hair and pulled her head down, grinding
his crotch up against her face so that she could feel the hardness
of his already erect penis beneath the material of his pants. She
closed her eyes in bitter submission, knowing that now she had no
choice but to go ahead without a fight.
"Pull it out for me, baby," her uncle hissed through leering
lips, twisting her hair in his hands until the trapped girl
thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.
The humiliated niece reached forward hurriedly to do his
bidding, anxious to escape the pain, and fumbled with the zipper
on his pants to release the hidden cock throbbing beneath.
"Hurry up, hurry up," Reagan shouted cruelly from above when
she had trouble in unzipping his fly. "I'm gonna cum in my pants
before you even get there."
Finally, after Mae had fumbled for another moment the huge
fleshy staff burst out through the open fly. Reagan took her hand
and forced it around the thick fleshy staff, making her skin it
back so that the lust-swollen head popped out from the thick
foreskin a few scant inches from her hooded eyes. Then his coarse
fingers were at her lips prying them open so that the soft spongy
flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. With a
shudder, the nakedly crouching girl stared down the entire length
of his long rigid penis. It was incredibly large!
The helpless captive hesitated a moment, sickened by the
thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by her
hated uncle and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her
unwilling throat. But then, he twisted her hair cruelly again
and, as her mouth opened automatically from the pain, the thick
pole of hot flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her
mouth. She could feel the huge pulsating cock-head sliding wetly
up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of
lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between
her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
Reagan's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his
eagerly throbbing penis sliding in and out of the kneeling young
woman's mouth with a lewd sucking sound as he guided her head with
his meaty hands wrapped tightly in her hair. He leaned down to
watch the puffing of her cheeks as he pushed his lust-thickened
cock between her clasping lips, his grin widening each time he
heard her grunt as he rammed it into her helplessly trapped face.
It was an exciting picture---the subserviently kneeling girl's
helpless face being held tightly between his two huge hands while
his saliva-glistening penis fucked its way in and out between her
straining red lips causing her to groan in submission between his
legs below. Then he looked up and made a signal with his head to
the huge German shepherd.
"Okay, Hector," he leered. "Let's see you climb up on that
beautiful ass and fuck the hell out of her!"
The big dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few
minutes. He had gotten to his feet in excitement as Mae began
undressing, the sight of her beautiful naked body causing the
blood to begin rushing through his veins, in tingling
anticipation. He had mounted her many times before, and he
wondered in his animal mind if he would once again have the
chance. But he knew he must wait for a signal. His master had
trained him long ago to remain still, ready and waiting until the
order was finally given, but it was difficult, and his front legs
shifted excitedly, his ears slanting alertly forward as small
whining sounds came from his massive throat.
Hector watched, perplexed, as Mae crawled between his
master's knees, and the sight of her swelling white buttocks
pointed back in his direction were almost more than the eager
animal could stand. He could see the soft tuft of hair high up
between her thighs that masked his hoped-for goal, and his sharp
nose detected the faint odor of musky feminine excitement coming
from those familiar depths.
Finally the signal! The big animal heard his master's
passion-distorted voice urging him on towards the swelling half-
moon buttocks thrust back towards him in open invitation.
Hector moved forward slowly, not completely understanding
what was happening this time. He moved up behind the laboring
girl, his head extending cautiously as he pushed his nose up
between the nakedly crouching brunette's firm white thighs. Mae's
entire body shuddered as she felt the first long-hoped-for wet
touch against her waiting backsides.
Reagan also waited in expectation. The full-length mirror
across the room gave him a perfect view up his niece's defenseless
buttocks and he watched avidly as his pet approached closer and
closer. Mae started to mumble some encouraging words to the dog
around the thick shaft of Reagan's cock and for a moment he felt
the pressure lessen around its bloated length.
"Keep sucking bitch," he growled, "or the dog goes away." He
grinned in triumph as she obediently went back to her slave-like
sucking, looking lecherously down as his long hardened penis
continued to saw rhythmically in and out of her ovalled mouth.
The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her
face until it looked as though he were sinking the full length of
his monstrous rod all the way down her throat. Almost all of it
seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a
little stretch showed white and glistening, protruding from
between her lips.
Reagan looked back up at the mirror just in time to see
Hector's thick tongue snake out and lick wetly up the wide split
crevice between Mae's buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly, into
the tiny ring of her anus. The kneeling girl's body jerked as if
from an electric shock as the beloved tongue dug into her most
sensitive flesh. Then Hector began lapping the narrow pink slit
up between her thighs in earnest. He ran his tongue wetly the
full length of it, from the tiny sensation-bud of her clitoris, up
the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tightly puckered
anus. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered
swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly
between the girl's widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to
curl its way deep into her quivering vaginal opening. Mae's whole
body was trembling in wanton excitement now, and Reagan could feel
her mouth tightening in spasmodic rhythm around the head of his
swollen cock as she began to put her heart into sucking.
The lust-maddened girl started to moan incoherently, the
sounds bubbling obscenely from where her lips clasped tightly
around Reagan's long throbbing cock. All the while, the giant
dog-tongue continued to thrust relentlessly up Mae's moist
passageway, and she reached desperately behind her with one hand
to spread the ivory globes of her buttocks in order to give the
salivating beast full access to her tiny anal ring.
The tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the
giant animal began to crowd in hard against her. What he wanted
was plain, and the moaning girl obediently raised her naked ass-
cheeks even higher, bending before the panting dog in abject
surrender while her face remained firmly anchored to her Uncle's
huge penis that fucked relentlessly in and out of her mouth.
Reagan watched spellbound in the mirror as his huge pet
mounted Mae's passionately offered buttocks and locked his strong
forelegs around her slender waist. Dripping, the glistening long
scarlet penis slipped from the hairy sheath under the animal's
belly, the tapered point slipping and dancing into the hot wet
crevice as Hector trembled and jerked, trying to bury his gleaming
shaft in the kneeling girl's body.
Sobbing in desperation, Mae shifted her round buttocks, in a
crazed effort to capture the lengthening dog-cock, trying to
sheathe the long scarlet organ in her tightly contracting cunt.
The sharp tip missed and slid up to find a momentary purchase in
her anus, then attempted to enter. But Mae gave a little cry and
tensed automatically to evade the sliding prod. Having tasted
success, Hector returned immediately to the attack and thrust
blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along the entire
length of her wetly heated cuntal crevice. The hot scarlet of the
jabbing canine penis contrasted lewdly with the fever-pink of the
girl's passion-inflamed genitals, as her cuntal lips spread open
under the relentless pressure of the still unhoused dog-cock
rubbing so madly between them.
In final desperation Mae reached back with one hand to grasp
the slippery organ and guide it to the little opening of her
moistly throbbing slit. Sensing victory Hector rammed forward,
parting her pussy lips wider and wider with each forward thrust of
his long animal penis. Reagan watched in awe as the German
shepherd humped wildly and buried his huge red shaft deep up into
the squirming girl's grasping cuntal passage. The massive organ
slithered forward with a rush until it was sunk to the hilt, the
hairy balls swinging below in the open space created by her
widespread thighs.
Mae gave a low moan of relief as Hector began fucking
rhythmically into her. The quivering girl undulated her nakedly
kneeling body and moved her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning
herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from
behind. Her face was contorted in rapture, and her large taut
breasts danced beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the
dog's skewering cock, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh,
buried itself deep up into her belly.
Each powerful thrust from the slaving animal behind rammed
the girl's lewdly writhing body forward onto Reagan's lust-swollen
cock. The girl's passion-drugged mind began to wander. Nothing
really mattered but that wonderfully long animal penis fucking up
into her burning pussy, and she wished she could devote all her
attention to it. But the only way she could get rid of her
uncle's hotly pulsating cock in her mouth was to suck and lick it
until he came. The submissively kneeling girl began sucking to
please, running her tongue wetly around and around the desire-
swollen head and flicking her tongue-tip teasingly into the tiny
open slit at the end of the moist glans. She could feel his penis
throbbing as if it had a life of its own, and she knew it would
erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of white hot cum
that would spurt into her mouth and throat in a never-ending
stream. Then she would be free, free to concentrate on the
incredible sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her
animal-lover behind.
Mae's head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft
of flesh, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen
from it until she killed it. Her uncle twisted and groaned above
her, raining obscenities down at the top of her dark head and
watching with delight the stretched oval of her full young lips
straining at his penis as though it were a stick of peppermint
candy. The girl worked on and on, pinned between the two rutting
males, the man in front and the big dog behind, the very
helplessness and humiliation of her position beginning to cause
strange masochistic sensations to grow erotically in her churning
belly.
Reagan's face writhed in pleasurable agony as Mae's tongue
made the head of his cock jerk and throb like some chained animal
wanting to be free. He watched hypnotized as the flesh of her
lips was pulled out grotesquely on the out-stroke, clinging to the
saliva-coated shaft of his penis as she sucked hungrily, all her
concentration now on the task before her. Looking over his
niece's laboring shoulders, Reagan stared with obscene delight
into the wild animal eyes of his own dog as it fucked relentlessly
into the spasming female body before him. It was almost as if his
wildly pulsating cock in her mouth was somehow connecting him to
the unnatural coupling of his niece and Hector, and an obscene
thrill shot through his mind.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he hissed, closing his eyes and
pretending for the moment that it was the blonde bitch across the
street who was hunched like this before him. Goddamn, he'd like
to have her here, ramming it deep into her aristocratic little
throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils
when he did get her and then pump his cum down her throat, filling
that little belly of hers until she burst.
Without warning, Reagan's pelvis began pistoning wildly, each
tremor ramming his long rigid cock deeper and deeper inside Mae's
voraciously sucking mouth. The gasping girl could feel his lust-
thickened hardness throbbing against her cheeks and tongue, and
she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth! The
ultimate humiliation was being forced on her.
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end this
degradation and she sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it
never had before, while sharp bolts of forbidden pleasure shot
upwards from her animal-filled cunt.
Her uncle groaned above her, flailing his head and ramming
deep into her throat, while he held her lust-contorted face in the
prison of his heavy hands. Suddenly his cock began to jerk and a
second later it spewed gushes of thick white cum deep into her
throat. Mae groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple
bobbed quickly up and down, trying to keep pace with the spewing
sperm that jetted rhythmically into the warm confines of her
mouth. Clasping her lips in a tight elastic ring around the
ejaculating member, the beautiful young woman swallowed madly,
swirling her tongue around and around the swollen cock-head. She
wanted to suck him dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter
humiliation he had subjected her to. She mistook his groans of
pleasure for pain and spurred herself on to greater effort. It
went on and on and she thought it would never end, until finally
the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away, and the
giant throbbing cock gave one last spurt and slipped loosely from
her mouth.
Mae went completely out of her mind now that she was able to
concentrate on the wild sensations that Hector's cock was pounding
into her. Looking back over her shoulder at the hunching animal,
the wildly excited young beauty called back lewd exhortations.
"Oh God, fuck harder, faster! Come on darling, fuck your Mae
... cum in me... I want you to fill me with your animal cum ...!"
The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human but a
quivering mass of sweating lust-deranged flesh that begged to be
subjected. She was reveling in being screwed by tills panting
beast, even if it was in front of her hated uncle, and she ground
her body back against his hairy jerking loins like another animal.
Reagan continued watching the salacious spectacle in
fascination, his thick depleted cock lying limply on his thigh.
Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the
girl's nakedly rotating buttocks and they glistened in the light
as they ran slowly down the backs of her straining thighs.
Suddenly the unmistakable signal of sensual fulfillment
sprayed through Mae's seething loins like the prickling of a
million needles, gnawing at the base of her belly with the lewd
promise of frenzied orgasmic rapture. The sex-maddened girl
moaned helplessly as she neared the jagged edges of her mounting
climax and rammed back even harder into the long wet cock that
slithered mercilessly into the grateful little hole up between her
bucking thighs.
Abruptly the passion-stunned girl raised her head to wail out
a guttural animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed
eyes grew large and unseeing.
"Ooooohhh ... oooohhhh ... God, lover... I can't stand it!
I'm going mad! Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful cock!"
Then her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh as
the first wild spasm of her orgasm struck, and she shrieked,
thrusting her wildly convulsing loins back against the raging dog-
cock in a desperate lunge. Hector responded with a forward stab
just as his huge hardened cock began to jerk up inside her
convulsing young belly and spew its hotly foaming animal sperm in
liquid jets deep up into her contracting cunt.
Again, the sex-maddened girl screamed out, her tautened
buttocks reacting convulsively to the lewd animal explosion
filling her raging belly and loins. Her head was flailing wildly
in her final bliss and her black hair whipped from side to side in
a smoky cloud. A lewd combination of human-animal liquid passion
trickled warmly from the nakedly kneeling girl's still sucking
cuntal mouth and dripped in white pools onto the floor below.
Then the exhausted girl groaned softly and collapsed forward onto
the carpet, Hector's softening penis slipping loosely from her
flooded cunt with a lewd wet sound.
The big dog stood above her for a moment and then his massive
head lowered and he began obscenely licking the remnants of cum
from the girl's twitching young buttocks.
All was quiet for a moment except for Mae's exhausted panting
and then the sound of clapping filled the room. Mae wearily
raised her head and saw that her uncle was applauding.
"What a show! You two should be fucking up on the stage," he
jeered. Mae turned her head away, not able to look at her lewd
tormentor. But Reagan got to his feet, buttoning his pants and
went over to her prostrate body.
"Okay, on your feet," he said and reaching down he seized her
by one arm and pulled her roughly erect.
"One down and one to go," he said. "Or have you forgotten
our little deal. In exchange for fucking Hector you have to go
out and lay Mr. High-and-Mighty from across the street. Now come
on, you haven't got all day. I know that he usually stops at that
little cocktail lounge over on Grand Avenue on his way home from
work. You're gonna be there and you're gonna score, is that
understood?"
Nodding numbly, the girl bent to pick up her scattered
clothing. She headed for the door into the hall, Reagan's last
taunting works floating after her.
"And take a shower! You stink like a bitch in heat.
Chapter 3
"For heavens sake, go on home, Bob," Mr. Aubrey said
affectionately. "Everyone else left an hour ago."
"In just a few minutes, sir," Bob answered. He looked up and
smiled. "I wanted to finish the Davis account. It's due
tomorrow." That should sound good to the old boy, he thought.
Mr. Aubrey came over and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I really appreciate that kind of thinking, Bob," the older
man said. "You know, it's hard to find young men today who have
the sense of duty and hard work that you do."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Aubrey," Bob said, managing to
manufacture a modest blush. "But this company has been good to me
and the least I can do is to get my work in on time."
"The company is only good to you because you earn it, my
boy," Mr. Aubrey replied. Then his voice became a little more
confidential.
"And I can promise you that if you keep up this level of work
it will be made well worth your while. My partner and I are
getting along in years and we're going to need bright young men to
carry on for us."
Bob smiled gratefully and turned back to the papers spread
out on his desk. He made the last few necessary entries and then
began filing the documents back in their folder. When would the
old bastard come right out and say something about the vice
presidency, he thought to himself? Sometimes he wondered if the
old fox wasn't cleverer than he looked and was just stringing them
all along, all the bright young men in the office who were working
so hard to knife one another in the back.
But no, the opening for the vice-presidency was real.
Someone was going to get it and it might as well be him. Not that
he didn't have competition. That damn Tom Brewer, for instance,
the conniving bastard. He was always buttering up old Aubrey and
once he had even taken credit for some of Bob's work. And he sure
had some help from that bitchy little wife of his. Bob ground his
teeth as he remembered how she had played up to Aubrey at the
company party, her big tits practically failing out of her low-cut
dress. The old bastard hadn't been able to take his eyes off her
fucking knobs all night, what with the way she kept pushing up
against him and simpering. Bob wouldn't be surprised if the
little whore would let the old boy fuck her, hell, maybe she
already had! A bolt of alarm shot through him at the thought.
That would give Tom Brewer a real head start at the vice-
presidency.
Damn, why couldn't his own wife, Jill be a little more
helpful? But no, she always had to be her pure, superior, frigid
self. She'd really blown it at the party. It had been clear from
the start that his lecherous employer really had it on for Jill
but she had been cold and remote. Strange thing about the old boy
though---horny old bastard that he was---he demanded faultless
behavior from his employees. He was always talking about the
loose Godless morals of the younger generation, and he'd fired one
of the most promising members of his staff on the strength of a
rumor that he was about to be named co-respondent in a divorce
case. Only a rumor!
"What's the matter, Bob, something bothering you?"
The resentful young men jerked out of his revery to realize
that he had been scowling as he was thinking and he quickly put a
smile back on his face.
"No, sir, just going over the account in my mind to make sure
I didn't miss anything." What you had to do to make a living
these days.
"Well, let's close it up then," Mr. Aubrey said with
satisfaction. "Why don't you let me give you a lift home?"
"Why thank you very much, sir," Bob said, really flattered.
It wasn't often the old boy made such an offer. Maybe his stock
was riding a little higher than he had thought. Bob managed to
keep up an amiable conversation with his boss all the way down to
the executive parking area in the basement of the building, doing
his best to think up replies to the old goat's rambling inanities.
Yes, he really wasn't doing so bad for a young man of twenty-six.
Just four years out of college and already in line for a vice-
presidency at one of the most prestigious firms in town.
The ambitious young man continued feeding his dreams as he
relaxed back against the luxurious cushions in Mr. Aubrey's huge
Continental. He could already imagine himself with a car like
this. It wasn't all idle dreaming either. Mr. Aubrey liked to see
his executives looking prosperous and he paid them enough so that
they could afford it. "Looks good to the customers," he had said
one day and he was right. Some of the richest people in the city
let Aubrey Investments handle their financial matters, and they
felt reassured by the obvious air of prosperity about the place.
"How's the little lady?" Mr. Aubrey abruptly asked as he
guided the big car through the afternoon traffic.
"Why, uh, fine sir," Bob answered, not knowing what his
employer might be leading up to.
"There's nothing quite as important to a young man on his way
up as a loyal intelligent wife," Aubrey said. "You know, Bob," he
added, "I haven't had much of a chance to get to know your wife."
There it was, Bob thought. The old boy was fishing for an
invitation. What for? he wondered.
Was it out of lechery, or was he serious about wanting to make
sure that Bob had a woman who could give him moral support in the
vice-presidency? There was no choice but to play along with him
and invite him to the house. But not now, for God's sake. Not
after that mess this morning. He knew how long it took Jill to
get over things like that and he was worried she could not help
but make a bad impression on his boss tonight. No, he wanted a
chance to prepare her first, tell her what to do and say to the
old bastard.
"That's really a shame, Mr. Aubrey," he said. "Jill talks
about you all the time. I guess you made quite an impression on
her at the company party. Do you think you would be free some
night to come over for dinner?"
"Why I'd love to my boy. It's really a treat to eat out
after you've been married as long as I have. One gets a little
tired of the same old meals at home day after day." Bob found
himself thinking that meals probably weren't the only thing at
home Mr. Aubrey was tired of. He'd met that old cow of a wife of
his and he wondered how Aubrey could climb into bed with her, not
that he was any prize himself. It wasn't hard to understand why
the old boy chased around after his employees' wives and Bob
figured he'd do the same thing himself if he were in Aubrey's
position. If Jill would only cooperate, up to a point of course.
Bob didn't know what he'd do if the old goat really tried to
seduce Jill. She'd just have to learn how to string him along.
"Well, let's see, Mr. Aubrey. How about next week, say
Tuesday. Would that be all right with you?"
"Why certainly, my boy. But maybe we'd better drop in on
your little lady and make sure it's all right with her."
"I'm afraid she's over at her mother's this afternoon," Bob
said, thinking fast. "I'll ask her when she gets back tonight and
let you know first thing in the morning." He could see that the
older man was disappointed, but that was better than having him
come in right now and seeing the tension between him and Jill.
They were driving through the suburbs now and Bob decided it
would be better to keep Mr. Aubrey completely away from the house
this evening, and besides, he needed a drink.
"Do you think you could drop me off at the shopping center,"
he asked. "I have a few errands to run and it's only a couple of
blocks from there."
Bob was relieved when he was finally out of the car and
watching Mr. Aubrey drive away. Hell, he really did need a drink.
There was a small cocktail lounge nestled back in a comer of the
huge shopping center, and Bob generally stopped there on the way
home to get his nerves under control after a day's civil war at
the office.
"Hi, Mr. Andersen," the bartender said as the young regular
walked through the door into the softly lit bar.
"Hi, Harry, make it the usual. No, make it a double."
"Hard day, huh?"
"Yeah," Bob muttered, not wanting to go into details. It had
been a hard day right from the beginning. His mind went back to
that fiasco this morning with Jill. Christ, when was she going to
grow up and start Teaming what it was all about. Who'd had ever
thought she'd turn out to be frigid? Hell, the way she had
responded to their necking before they were married had led him to
expect something else. True, she had never gone all the way, but
he'd figured she was just saving it for her wedding night. As it
was, she didn't have anything to save. What a shame, with a body
like that, he thought, and his cock jerked a little in his pants
at the memory of her nude perfection this morning. He'd almost
made it, almost got her to respond. A sensible man would have
tried her out before they got married, but what the hell, he
really couldn't help himself. He had to admit it, he loved the
girl and there was no other way about it. There was nothing to do
but keep trying, and hoping that things would get better, but God,
he was horny! And it wouldn't help when he told his prissy wife
she was going to have to play up to old Aubrey. She just didn't
seem to understand the realities of modern day life.
"Hi, neighbor," a throaty voice purred next to his ear.
Bob turned in surprise and saw that a beautiful young woman
had sat down on the empty stool next to him.
"Neighbor ...?" he said slowly, and then he placed her. Sure
it was that girl who lived across the street with that weird old
guy who had the dog. Some kind of relative.
"Yeah---neighbors," he said. "but I'm afraid I don't
remember your ..."
"Mae," she said again in that throaty voice, "just call me
Mae."
Damn, she was really easy to look at, he thought to himself,
and wondered why he had paid so little attention to her before.
He faintly remembered having spoken to her in front of his house
one day although she had seemed different then, kind of vague and
withdrawn. But now, some kind of smoky sensuality seemed to
emanate from her. She was wearing a simple black sheath dress,
cut low in the front, drawing his attention to the way her firmly
ripened breasts jutted forward in a high taut curve ... and the
way her lustrous black hair fell over one side of her face,
setting off her darkly inviting eyes. She sure was a contrast to
his blonde wife, he thought, and the novelty made her seem even
more attractive.
"You come in here often?" he asked, looking for conversation.
"Only when I'm lonely," she answered, and he was silent for a
moment, not knowing how to take that.
"Another double, Harry," he said, then turned to the girl.
"Something for you?"
"I'll have whatever you're having," she said and let her eyes
play boldly over his face. Bob began to get a little nervous
under her gaze and downed half his drink as soon as Harry brought
it. The liquor made him feel better.
"How long you been living across the street?" he asked.
"Oh, years and years. Ever since my mother died and Uncle
Bill took me in." So, Bob thought, it was her uncle.
"Strange we never got to know one another, living across the
street," Bob said, the liquor making him bolder.
"I guess we haven't been lucky," she purred ... until now."
She leaned towards him and the top of her dress fell open a little
giving him an unimpeded view of her magnificent cleavage. Christ,
was he imagining it or was the girl propositioning him? Perhaps
he'd better just find out.
"Maybe we'll get to know one another better, a lot better,
and soon."
"I think I'd like that," she said in a half-dreamy voice, her
eyes staring moodily at the bar top. She reached over and drew
the nail of one finger in an aimless pattern across the back of
Bob's hand. The reaction of his body to this simple gesture was
amazing. He could feel a thousand tiny tingles spreading over his
skin at her touch and an ominous hardness began to form inside his
pants. Mae looked around her suddenly.
"I don't like bars," she said. "They're too dark and too ...
crowded. Why don't we go over to my place for a quiet drink ...
and listen to some records."
"But won't your uncle mind if we crash in on him?"
"He's out of town for a couple of days," she lied, looking
straight at him with those huge smoky eyes. Bob had a feeling
that he should steady himself, that he could fall into those
mysterious depths and never come up again. Damn, here it was, an
open proposition. What was he going to do? His natural physical
reaction was to go with this beautiful stranger and to count
himself lucky. Things like this didn't happen to a man every day,
at least not to him. On the other hand he was a married man, but
that immediately brought back to him the humiliating events of
this morning, and he found himself getting angry again at the
thought of his wife. What the hell, it would serve her right, and
he could always change his mind if he thought the situation was
getting out of hand. All he would have to do is just go out the
front door of this mysterious creature's house and cross the
street to his own home. If he could force himself, that is.
"All of a sudden I don't like bars either," he said. He
stood up abruptly, hoping his partial erection didn't show and put
a five dollar bill on the bar.
"Keep the change, Harry," he said. For some reason he wanted
to seem more reckless than he really was. Mae stood up too and
preceded him out the door without a word, not noticing that Bob
turned as he followed her and threw a conspiratorial wink at the
amazed Harry.
As soon as they were outside, Bob started to head for the
street he lived on, but Mae took him by the arm and led him into a
side street.
"Let's go the back way," she said. "It's a lot shorter, and
more private." The confused young husband almost sighed in his
relief. It would have been touchy to walk openly right past his
own house and go into another with this seductively sexy woman.
Mae had thrown a light wrap around her bare shoulders as they left
the bar, but nothing could disguise the wonderfully sinuous motion
of her provocative young body as she walked. Bob couldn't take
his eyes from her hips as they gently swayed before him. There
was something special, strange almost, about this lovely woman.
They walked down the alley behind her house, and a couple of
minutes later the anxious young man found himself in an ordinary
suburban kitchen. He followed Mae into a well-furnished living
room and took the seat she offered him. There was a large bar in
one corner of the room with row on row of bottles.
"Want a drink?" she asked.
"Sure, my usual I suppose. Scotch on the rocks."
"Oh come on," she said with a sultry laugh that sent chills
up and down Bob's spine. "Let's be a little different today."
She reached up and pulled down a strangely shaped bottle filled
with a thick green liquid. "This is a very special Pernod," she
said, "made with absinthe. It's outlawed now but I like it."
Without waiting for an answer from Bob she poured two glasses
full of the liquor, then filled them the rest of the way with
water. The thick green color turned to a milky white as the water
was added, fascinating Bob, and he decided he wanted to try it.
Mae dropped in a few ice cubes and handed him his glass.
"Cheers," she said and drank. Bob followed her lead and took
an experimental sip. It tasted like licorice and went down
smoothly. He drank some more.
"Like it?"
"Fine, but it doesn't seem all that powerful."
"Powerful enough," she said. Then after a short pause, "It's
an aphrodisiac you know."
The young husband almost choked on his drink, but Mae kept on
talking, a queer smile playing over her lips.
"It sneaks up and hits you when you least expect it. Never
makes you dull or sleepy like alcohol, just a smooth mellow
feeling that stays with you. And it heightens the senses."
The nervous young man began to wonder what he was getting
into, but he decided to put up a bold front and quickly drained
the rest of his drink. He held up his glass for more.
"It's your turn to make the drinks," Mae said. "Meanwhile I
want to get into something more comfortable." She put her glass
on the bar and walked towards a wide archway that led into the
hall while Bob moved behind the bar and poured the drinks. He put
a little more in his this time, admitting to himself that it did
have a nice soft effect. Already he was feeling light-headed and
a "don't give a damn" feeling was spreading over him. In fact, he
was feeling a helluva lot better than he had in a long time. He
took a good-sized slug of his drink and walked out from behind the
bar and then his thoughts were cut short by Mae's voice coming
from the other room.
"Why don't you put some music on while I change," she said.
The shock of hearing an unexpected voice made Bob realize in what
a far away place the liquor had already put him. He mumbled an
okay and walked over to the record player. It was near the big
archway, and he couldn't help but notice a movement down at the
end of the hall, and he saw with a shock that he was looking into
a bedroom, the bedroom where Mae was changing her clothes.
The embarrassed young man looked down quickly and fumblingly
put on a record. Soft. music filled the room. He didn't want to
be a peeping Tom, but what the hell, she must have known he would
be able to see her from the record player. She must have set it
up that way or why wouldn't she have closed the door?
Bob quickly took a large drink from his glass, noticing that
with each further sip of the milky white liquid the cares that had
been weighing on him ever since he left home this morning seemed
to be slipping further and further away. A strange confidence
that he had never possessed before seemed to be seeping magically
through his blood, so smoothly that he had hardly noticed the
change. He marveled at the effect. It was as if his senses were
wrapped in a soundproof cocoon of heightened awareness.
He looked up again just in time to see this strange girl he
had followed home drop her simple black dress to the floor. His
cock lurched inside his pants as her voluptuous young body came
into view. She was moving slowly, almost theatrically, as if she
knew his eyes were on her. But even so there were no lewd or
obscene movements on her part. She didn't need them; the natural
sensuality of her lush body was enough in itself.
As the unintentional voyeur watched breathlessly, Mae turned
her back towards him and bent over to pick up her dress from the
floor. The fully rounded moons of her buttocks came into sight,
and he had a tantalizing view of the narrow nylon strip of her
panties slipping teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks as she
stooped. The panties remained caught between her ass-cheeks as
she straightened up to fold her dress.
The mesmerized young husband watched with bated breath as his
beautiful neighbor walked across the room to a closet, her tautly
rounded buttocks jiggling slightly as she moved. It was a
graceful easy walk that reminded Bob of a leopard he had seen once
in a zoo. Yes, there was a lithe suppleness about this strange
girl that dripped sex and forbidden pleasures. He judged that she
must be two or three years older than himself, but she still had
the body of a twenty year old.
One thing was certain; he could not back down now. That
would make him appear to be a gutless coward in front of this
fascinating creature. Still, from somewhere in its back files,
his mind fished out the word "infidelity" and flashed it across
his conscience. Yes, this was infidelity but damn it, it was as
much Jill's fault as his. If she weren't so unresponsive to his
advances he'd be home right now where he belonged.
His mind droned on, the subversive white liquid he had been
drinking rationalizing away all the defenses he would normally
have. The straying young husband watched Mae more intently now as
she turned back from the closet dressed only in her brassiere,
garter belt, panties, and high-heeled shoes, the thin veneer of
the stockings shining silkily in the soft light of the room.
It suddenly occurred to him that he'd like to take her like
that, with her stockings and high heels still on. He had never
fucked a woman that way, and though he had sometimes tried
playfully to pull Jill down on the bed when she was undressing,
she had always pushed him away in her best puritanical manner and
continued her undressing in the bathroom. How many times had he
seen his own wife naked? Not many! She seemed to have a thing
about it he could not understand.
This woman was different. Her every movement shouted out
that she knew what her sensual young body was for and that she
would not hesitate to use it in bed. There could be no doubt
about that!
The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his
pocket and wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of
perspiration that were beginning to form there from the tenseness
of his body. With an effort, he tore himself away from his
watching and moved quickly to the bat to pour himself another
drink, pouring it quickly and drinking it down before the ice had
even cooled it properly. He needed it now; the painfully
throbbing erection in his pants had risen to almost its full
height. The tight restricting material of his shorts hurt, and he
pushed down, allowing his thick eager cock to slip out one leg
band into the greater looseness of his trousers. For the moment,
it helped.
"Bob," he suddenly heard that excitingly throaty voice from
the other room, "Please bring me my drink."
Behind the bar Bob jumped slightly from the unexpected sound,
almost knocking over his glass. He had been too immersed in his
own half-drugged thoughts to be prepared for the sudden summons.
"Bob," she repeated again, "Please?"
"Y-Yes," he stammered back, "Right away."
"Well hurry, it's lonely and dry in here."
The flustered young man flushed as he tried to force his
fully erect cock back into the tightness of his shorts. How could
he walk into the room like this? It was too obvious. After a
moment's struggle he got it pushed down the best he could, then
picked up the two drinks and headed for the bedroom. No thought
of resisting remained in his mind now, only a little self doubt.
Could he handle this woman?
Mae looked up at him as he came into the bedroom and smiled
slowly. She was wearing a light nylon robe now, that came just to
the tops of her thighs. The robe was tied very loosely, and it
was obvious that she had shed the brassiere and panties while he
was mixing the drinks. She still had on the garter belt, sheer
silk stockings, and high heeled shoes. The deep cleavage of her
breasts showed without impediment at the top.
"Mmmmmmmm." She grinned after sipping from the glass he
handed her. "You're learning quickly. Just the right amount."
"I've been practicing on myself," Bob answered, raising his
glass towards her. He suddenly found he wasn't nervous at all,
but felt instead a growing power and self-confidence that he had
never experienced before. He felt marvelous, as if he had finally
found the true strength within himself, a strength that had been
dormant all this time he had been married to Jill, all this time
he had been catering to her prudish school-girl ideas about making
love. He knew that making love to this woman who stood almost
naked before him was going to change him, and perhaps nothing less
would ever satisfy him again.
Mae lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at the front
of his trousers. Her smile deepened and two dimples appeared on
her cheeks.
"We're going to like one another," she said with a twinkle in
her eye. "I can tell."
"Very observant," he said a little self-consciously. "I
didn't think you'd notice."
"How could I miss something like that? You're quite a man."
She settled herself back on the edge of the big bed, leaning
back on her elbows. The short robe rode up over her full sensuous
thighs, exposing the soft silky down of the pubic mound at the
base of her smooth white belly. She patted the bed beside her,
indicating that he should sit down.
"Well," she said after he had settled himself. "Tell me
something about yourself. You know, I really know very little
about you---or your wife."
Bob was taken aback for a moment. What was there to say
about himself or Jill either, for that matter? But before he
could answer she said, "No, it isn't really important now. We can
talk about that later---when we already know each other in more
interesting ways ... Do you like the Pernod?"
"It makes me less inhibited, I will say that," he kidded,
reaching over with one hand and tracing tiny circles with his
nails over the whiteness of her stomach.
Mae shivered for a moment at this first contact of his
fingers against her soft flesh.
"Mmmm, it makes you a lot braver, too. At first, at the bar,
I didn't know if you would come home with me. "
"That was centuries ago," he smiled over at her, feeling a
slight flush from the liquor. "Shall I get you another drink?"
"There's some in the cabinet." She pointed to a corner of
the room. "You'll find everything you need there, including ice."
Bob rose, taking her glass from her hand and glanced down at
her thinly bearded vaginal lips clearly visible up between her
slightly parted legs. It did not make him at all uncomfortable to
look at her like this, and a pleased smile crossed over his face
as she opened her thighs a little more. She was clearly excited;
the first tiny dewdrops of moisture were rising between her legs
and glistening in the tight narrow vaginal slit as she exposed
herself to him. He hurried with the drinks, the impatient heat in
his own body rising rapidly.
When Bob returned to the side of the bed with the drinks, his
seductress had loosened the front of her robe even more, exposing
her large full breasts and their ruby-ripe nipples.
"God, you're beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her
seductive nakedness with the drinks still in his hands. He could
see that her eyes were dilated a little from excitement, and it
was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees in front of
her and locking his lips to her sweet little pussy at this very
moment, but he held himself back, sensing that she needed more.
This woman would know what making love was all about, and she
wasn't the kind one just jumped on top of and rammed it into
without preparing her well. The reward should definitely be worth
the torture of waiting.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said huskily as she reached
for the drink he handed her. "In fact, you're a very handsome
young man."
"I'm not that young," he said quickly, "almost as old as
you."
"Have you had many women? Other than your wife I mean?" She
asked the question matter-of-factly as though it were a perfectly
normal piece of conversation.
"Enough," he said, leaning over her and kissing her lightly
on the lips as if to show he had been doing this kind of thing all
his life.
She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here, put my drink on the table or we'll spill it."
The aroused young man took both drinks and quickly put them
on the table by the bed, then leaned over her again, pressing his
lips tightly down against hers. She reached up and curled her
arms around him to pull him down on her, and one of his legs
jammed tightly between her open thighs. She was wonderfully
supple and soft, and her voluptuous body was glued against his as
though she were part of him. Her thigh moved up against his
groin, scraping against his painful hardness as he ground his lips
hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness from the seminal
fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his excited
penis. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers, and he
wondered if she could feel the dampness through the material.
Her thigh continued massaging against him with a practiced
thoroughness until he thought the head of his cock would explode.
It was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra
pressure.
Bob thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and she sucked
gently on it, nibbling with sharp little bites of her teeth that
sent chills running the length of his spine. To escape for a
moment that overpowering teasing sensation, the shaken young man
pulled his lips away and placed his cheek against her hair,
thinking guiltily for a moment of Jill and how shocked she would
be if she could see him now, stretched over the almost naked body
of their seductive neighbor. Her girlish innocence wouldn't
believe it; she just didn't know infidelity existed.
"Is your wife good in bed?" Mae suddenly asked, as if she had
been reading his thoughts.
"She's too inexperienced," he answered without wanting to get
too far into the subject.
"I'll teach you some things you can take home to her," she
promised softly, breathing heavily into his ear. "Come on, let's
get naked."
He realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath him, and
that her thighs had parted even more and were pressing impatiently
on each side of his hips.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked, breathing even
more deeply.
"Yes, God, yes, I want to," he answered, the lewd words
exciting him all the more since they came from her throat.
"Then tell me!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"How?" she groaned beneath him.
"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never
been fucked before."
"Oh God," she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming
body. "Get your clothes off before I die."
The excited Bob rose from the bed and began desperately
stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-
consciousness came over him as he dropped his trousers and shorts
and stood over her as she lay nakedly back and waiting on the bed,
his cock standing out in full erection in front of him.
She lifted her body slightly and pulled away the flimsy robe
she had been wearing, leaving her with nothing on but her garter
belt and hose. Her black high heeled shoes had fallen to the
floor with a double thud that sounded almost as one, they had come
so close together. She looked up at him standing starkly nude
above her, and her eyes riveted on his long hard penis standing
proudly out in the air'. For a long moment she watched its
throbbing blood-filled head and then said:
"It's beautiful. I want to feel it deep inside me, twisting
around deep in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to fuck me with it!"
The now panting Bob lay down on the bed beside the beautiful
naked woman, dragging her over to him with his strong arms. He
moved one hand down to her smooth rounded buttocks cupping their
beautifully shaped firmness. Her naked young body was warm and
soft against his as she raised her face to him and locked her
mouth to his while her hand searched down between their bodies,
groping towards his rock-hard penis.
Bob could only gasp as her cool fingers closed around his
stiffness, and he pressed his head forward to moistly return her
kiss. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize, but
one that reminded him of dark jungle glades. The now panting
woman crushed the full length of her velvety body against his and
ground her pelvis tightly into him. Then she twisted almost
frantically and pulled him over on top of her, opening her legs
wide to take him between them.
A lewdly grinning Bill Reagan sat on the other side of the
bedroom wall, watching through a small opening. He held a camera
in one hand and ,from time to time he raised it to photograph the
nakedly writhing pair on the bed. He knew they could not see him
even though he could make out every detail of everything they did.
Damn, he thought, his little niece really was fantastic in
bed!
He felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he studied her
passion-distorted face. She obviously wasn't faking it, and he
wondered why she never reacted this way to him when he forced her
to open her thighs to him. The watching Reagan had never realized
she could screw like this, other than with the dog. Well, when
this young punk had finished with her today he would try her out
himself and see how she came across.
He raised the camera again. He had plans for these pictures.
They were going to help him get into his little blonde neighbor's
pants, the wife of this bastard who was screwing his niece half to
death just in the other room.
The big man leaned back with the contented thought of Jill's
long slim legs wrapped lightly around him as he shoved into her.
He would fuck her within an inch of her life. By God, he'd show
her what a piece of tail was, and she'd never forget it as long as
she lived.
He could feel his cock hardening at the lewd thought and he
turned his attention back to the two bodies struggling on the big
bed before him. Small beads of sweat began to form on his brow
from the excitement he always felt when he watched other people
fucking.
Mae also was amazed at her reactions. She had looked on the
seduction of this young neighbor as an onerous duty forced on her
by her hated uncle, but found to her surprise that she was
enjoying it, more than she ever thought she would be able to with
a man. She had been brutalized sexually ever since she could
remember by Reagan, and the only bright spot of affection in her
life had been the dog, Hector. Now this young man's patience and
gentleness were having their affect, and her body was responding
with a wild enthusiasm, in a way she had only thought possible
with Hector. How different it was from the gut-wrenching disgust
she felt when her brutal uncle forced his perversions on her.
In mounting excitement Mae crushed Bob to her and ran her
hands searchingly down over his hard young body, eagerly exploring
all of him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed
into the narrow crevice of her hair-lined vaginal slit. She
arched her body for a moment levering both her and Bob up off the
bed with the strength of her back and, reaching down under her
buttocks with both hands, she pulled her wetly throbbing pussy
lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with her most
sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed, dropping her nakedly quivering
body back onto the bed, his rigid member trapped tightly between
her thighs.
This new pressure against his aching cock shot pinwheels of
sensation through the young husband's reeling mind. He forced his
hands underneath the shoulders of the beautiful woman lying
trapped beneath him and ran them down the soft curves of her spine
moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against
him in a slow teasing rhythm. Her tautened muscles rippled
sinuously just under her velvety skin, indicating the powerful
strength hidden in her lush young body. The cords in her thighs
tensed against his hips, and he wondered how her legs would feel
later when they wrapped around him in passion - when he had his
long thick hardness planted deep up inside her hungering belly.
"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered, and squirmed her
smooth flat belly close up against him. Her nails scratched
slowly across his back leaving small red welts in their wake.
Bob pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again
cupping her soft warm buttocks in the palms of his hands as he
pulled her naked virginal plane up tighter against him. He
undulated his body slowly, sliding his hardened shaft of flesh up
and down her widespread slit, sensing her growing hotter and more
aroused with each passing second. Mae's hips began a more
desperate rotation up against his loins until, without warning,
her legs snaked out wide on either side of his body and her calves
locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer
into her.
"Oh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," she moaned into his
mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a
savage impatience.
The gasping young husband started to move but she beat him to
it. Her hands came down between their merged bodies and circled
around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it between the hair-lined
lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Bob groaned above her as he
felt her scrape his cock-head up and down in the soft warm flesh
up between her legs, parting her silken vaginal hair with the
pulsating blood-filled tip of his penis. The dark pubic curls
grazed teasingly against his penis, forcing it to an even greater
hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back for another second!
Wildly aroused, Bob flicked his hips forward with a sudden
powerful thrust that drove his thick rigid cock into the hotly
gaping mouth of Mae's pussy with a flesh-splitting force.
"Ooooohh," she moaned beneath him, and he felt the warm
elastic-like cuntal sheath slip wetly over his rampant penis. His
desire-swollen cock-head entered her tight little pussy, with a
slight pop, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first
time, but he instinctively sensed that she could control her
vaginal muscles and make it this tight every time. He knew he
wasn't going to let a woman like this get away for long, and
mentally vowed that this would not be the last time they made
love.
His long thick cock pushed up her warmly waiting cunt to the
full depths of her belly. She was almost too tight at first and
caused his rigidly throbbing member to ache, but her hot clasping
passage soon became moist and slippery from her cuntal secretions
and he fucked in and out of her easily.
In his excitement, he rammed forward like a bull and felt his
cum-filled balls slap hard against her upturned ass-cheeks. Mae
screamed below him, a low animal scream of pain and ecstasy, and
twisted momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. Her cry
of protest only excited him more and he thrust harder, screwing
his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for the
helplessly skewered brunette.
The triumphant young man lay still for a moment to let the
pain of his sudden thrust subside, proud that he could hurt her
that way. He had gained the upper hand because he knew that he
had hurt her, and she could not hurt him back in return. It was
the age-old plight of woman, and would always make her subject to
man. Bob reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over this
beautiful woman, impaled nakedly beneath him, and he flexed the
hot pulsing head of his cock a little deeper, bringing another low
moan from between her clenched teeth.
Damn, the bastard's really fucking her good, Bill Reagan
mused from his vantage point in the other room as he watched the
hard fleshy cock of his young neighbor disappear to the hilt
between his niece's widespread thighs. He wondered with a half-
cruel smile on his lips what the kid was going to look like when
he saw his own wife being fucked within an inch of her life by
someone he hardly knew, namely himself, Bill Reagan. An obscene
thrill rippled through him at the thought of ramming it into that
stuck-up little bitch's cunt. She was going to get it good.
In the bedroom the lust-inflamed Bob began fucking his thick
fiery cock like a madman into the voluptuously squirming flesh
beneath him. Mae strained back now, arching her hungry loins up
at him in spite of the pain, lifting them both a few inches off
the squeaking mattress with the strength of each of her answering
upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body,
opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked her
pussy up and down his long rigid cock in the chanting rhythm of
intercourse as old as mankind. Her mouth gaped open wide, her
head flailing from side to side on the mattress in wild abandon.
"Oooooooh God, it's good, it's good ... Shove your finger in
my ass! Make me scream, make me scream!"
Bob obediently reached down between her nakedly thrashing
buttocks as he continued to piston relentlessly in and out of her
wetly clasping cunt. His hand explored the deep crevice between
her straining ass-cheeks, stretching it wide, searching with the
tip of his outstretched middle finger for her tight little anus.
Suddenly he found it!
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp
crevice between her buttocks from her cunt above where his long
hard shaft was fucking as mercilessly into her. It had moistened
the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it slightly as he probed
experimentally with his fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling it
give a little and then suddenly the elastic nether ring gave way
completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. The
lewdly impaled girl jumped forward, almost crawling on her back
across the bed to escape the first blinding pain.
"Aaaaaahhhh, God it hurts!"
He thrust again, sinking in to the second knuckle.
"Ooooohhh, yessss, yessssss! ... Hurt me, hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain he felt her suddenly begin screwing her
frantically squirming buttocks back on his impaling finger until
it was sunk in to the palm of his hand. He jiggled his finger
inside, rotating it around in her warm buttery rectum. Through
the thin wall that separated her tight young cunt from her anus,
he could feel the underside of his own cock sliding in and out of
her vaginal passage and he began to match that rhythm with his
extended finger, skewering her between the two as she groaned
under him. His nail momentarily caught the tender flesh of her
anus and she jerked, but then she recaptured the rhythm, opening
her legs wider over the bed to give him greater access to the
ravishing of her loins.
The excited young man could feel his pulsating cock growing
and expanding inside her wetly clasping pussy until he was sure it
would burst from the inexorable pleasure building in his testicles
as they slapped against her naked trembling buttocks below. The
pleasure was just too incredibly intense and he knew he couldn't
hold back much longer; she had to cum soon. To excite her even
more he rose a bit high on her so that his long thick penis was
scraping her clitoris with every stroke.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." she chanted out, digging her nails
into his sides. Her fingers slid lower and desperately clutched
at his nakedly pumping buttocks in an attempt to pull him ever
deeper into her. Her passion-wracked body twitched and writhed
beneath his long smooth strokes, her face contorted with lust,
mouth working, nostrils flared, soft deep moans coming from her
throat. Bob could feel her warmly quivering cuntal flesh holding
him in, sucking and pulling at his hot, almost bursting cock.
He rammed into her from his very toes and sent the last inch
of his thickness plundering into her wildly clasping pussy,
pulling a fresh ecstatic groan from her lips with each new thrust,
making her open her eyes to stare up at him with a lust-glazed
look.
"Aaaaaggghhh ... wonderful, wonder ... aaaaaaahhhhh ..." she
gasped and raised her smooth rounded buttocks up off the bed to
give him more leverage as he pushed into her with all the strength
of his hips and thighs. His loins moved in and out of her nakedly
gyrating pelvis, aiming at that hot clasping chasm in the center,
pistoning in with strong muscular regularity. Despite the
shortness of his own breath, the thought of being able to hold her
under such a spell spurred him on. He watched her face, glorying
in his power to draw different expressions of passion from it
while he moved over her as if she were some kind of instrument
responding to invisible fingers on its keyboard.
By now Bob's loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely
burning desire which swept through him in great hot gusts of
passion and pleasure. He gasped and quivered as he fucked into
the writhing body below, reveling in the feel of her flesh, her
beautiful flesh, the supple flesh of this darkly sensuous woman.
"Ooooohhh ... ooooohhhhh, hard ... harder ... fuck me
harder!" Mae cried out, her desire seemingly insatiable. She
begged and pleaded, gasping as if she had burst her throat. She
was nearing her climax, and her body had become something demonic,
her legs spread wide as she twisted and contorted, urging him on.
Bob was amazed at how hot her body felt and watched in amazement
as she whipped her head wildly from side to side, her mouth open
in complete abandonment. She swung her thighs up and clasped his
waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper and deeper into her
convulsing young cunt with each powerful thrust of his loins.
"Aaaaggghhh ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming NOW ... NOW ...
NOW ... Yes ... fuck me ... ram your hard cock into me ...
ooooohhh ..." her voice trailed off into a whisper as she jerked
for several long moments and then began to relax from the release
of her orgasm.
The intensity of Mae's orgasm acted like a spur to Bob's own
potential climax, and he dug his lust-thickened cock deeply into
the still-quivering cunt beneath him, screwing into her twitching
young pussy like a relentless drill, crashing up to her cervix
with his long pulsating penis. Mae continued to gasp and pant
beneath him as little flutters of a second impending orgasm washed
over her belly and thighs. still highly excited, she moved under
him passionately.
"It's so goooood, it's so goooooood," she murmured. "Fill me
now, fuck me hard, let me have it. Fill me with it ... fill me
... fill meeeeeeeeee!"
She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up against
the powerful lunges of his penis. He thrust savagely, high and
hard, searing up through her passage, resting at the apex of his
drive and holding there for just a second before withdrawing for
another thrust ... and another. Knowing now that he was on the
verge of cumming, the triumphant young man made one last mighty
stab into her wetly convulsing vagina and let his white hot
seminal fluid surge deep into her belly.
"Oh Christ ... I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming ... ooooohhhh
... aaaaaaggghhh!" he moaned. The dark-haired woman groaned
beneath him as she felt the warm seating flood of his hot liquid
sperm jetting deep up into the waiting depths of her love-starved
vagina. A delicious warmth spread through the whole inside of her
sperm-hungry belly, a warmth that rapidly became a billowing ball
of flame that made her cum again. It went on a seeming eternity,
but finally he gave one last final groan and collapsed on her
gasping body. With the last of his strength Bob rolled slowly
from the satiated woman beneath, his already shrinking penis
slipping noisily from her semen-soaked vaginal slit. They lay
gasping side by side on the rumpled bed.
Bill Reagan got up silently from his seat on the other side
of the wall, feeling his now fully aroused penis pressing
painfully up towards the belt of his trousers. He had all the
pictures he wanted Later he would enjoy showing them to Mae and
taunting her with questions about how it felt to be fucked by this
young stud. But the most important thing was the power the
pictures gave him over this smart aleck kid and his delectable
little wife, Bill Reagan was positive now that he would soon be
fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before in her
life. An evil grin twisted his heavy lips.
Chapter 4
The next morning the weather was very nice, and after Bob had
left for the office Jill decided to do a little work in the garden
again. So she put on her halter and tight white shorts and was
soon out in the front yard, kneeling as she bent forward to loosen
the earth around the roots of her favorite rose bushes.
The young blonde housewife let her mind drift lazily from one
subject to another as she worked and before long she found herself
thinking about Bob, or rather, about her and Bob. He had come
home late last night, muttering something about having to work
late at the office. He would have phoned he had said, but for
some reason he couldn't get through on the line. And he had been
in such a strange mood last night, so absent-minded and withdrawn.
Jill had feared a resumption of the bitter battle that had started
that morning, the usual battle over sex, but Bob had never once
brought it up, and she certainly was happy to let the whole nasty
mess fade away.
Perhaps he had been feeling guilty last night, Jill mused.
He certainly had been unusually solicitous. Usually when they had
a fight the proud young man brooded for a day or two, but even
though there hadn't been much conversation between them during the
evening Bob had been kind and thoughtful when they did speak.
Well, he should feel guilty, the blonde young housewife
thought as she sunk her fingers into the rich warm earth, savoring
the feel of it. That scene yesterday morning was just too much!
It was bad enough that he had to think up such filthy sexual
perversions, but to try to make her a part of them was
inexcusable. His own wife!
Well, her mother had told her over and over again about men's
animal nature, and mother had been right. They only had one thing
on their minds! Maybe it had been better in the old days when
married men could go out to the houses of prostitution that
flourished in every town and hire women to put up with their sick
demands. At least that took some of the pressure away from their
wives. Still ... she remembered a little guiltily how she had
begun to respond to Bob yesterday morning before he had forced his
head so lewdly down between her thighs and rained those perverted
kisses on her vagina. She shuddered as an almost electric tingle
rippled through her loins at the memory.
The lovely young woman sat back on her heels, and her face
became thoughtful. She wondered ... was she fighting too hard?
Certainly it was commendable to try to live a moral life, but
after all, she was a married woman. She remembered the love-
filled pleasure she had experienced under Bob's strong young hands
before they were married. It had all seemed so innocent then, and
in her mind it an had seemed to point to some ultimate fulfillment
of love and trust that would take place between her and her
husband-to-be when they were finally married. But the brutish
animalistic reality of their wedding night had put an end to all
that ... or had it?
Maybe the breach that had opened between her and her husband
that night was healing. Maybe that's why it had felt so different
yesterday morning as Bob had gently, thoughtfully brought her to a
peak of passionate readiness that she hadn't even known could
exist. The horrid, lewd, sinful thought had already crept into
her mind that when Bob had put his tongue ... there ... it had
actually felt good. Jill felt little goose-bumps ripple over her
skin as she dared for a moment to savor the forbidden memory.
Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought. Maybe all those
desires and passions that Bob called normal were slumbering
somewhere deep down inside her just waiting for a chance to get
out. It would certainly make life a lot easier, the pensive young
housewife thought to herself. That was the only real problem
between herself and Bob. Yes, if she could just cut loose ... and
for just an instant she had a clear impression in her mind of the
infinite possibilities of sheer sensual pleasure ...
"Oh," she cried and spun around on her heels. She had
suddenly got the horrible feeling that someone was just behind
her,
And there was!
The young blonde froze in shock, her heart in her throat.
She was eyeball to eyeball with a huge German shepherd, his
massive head only inches from hers. And next to the shepherd were
the trouser-clad legs of a man. Her eyes traveled upwards.
"Oh, Mr. Reagan," she said a little breathlessly. "you gave
me such a start. I didn't hear you come up at all."
The man standing above Jill didn't say a word, just kept
looking silently down at the kneeling young woman. Jill was
silent a moment too, not knowing what to say. Even though she
didn't know Mr. Reagan very well she found it hard to like him. it
was nothing she could put her finger on, no reason to dislike the
older man, except maybe his eyes. They were so cold and cruel.
Jill glanced back towards the dog. He hadn't moved an inch
and she couldn't help but compare his eyes with those of his
master. Yes, there was something frightening in those canine
eyes, but it was a free animal wildness instead of the practiced
callousness of Bill Reagan.
Jill felt more intimidated crouched down on the ground before
her two unexpected guests, so she got quickly to her feet. Reagan
continued looking at her for another moment then wet his lips to
speak.
"We, uh, saw you workin' out here and thought we'd come over
and visit a little."
"We?" Jill asked.
"Sure, me and Hector. He's been wanting to get to know you
for a long time."
The young blonde's hand automatically dropped to the head of
the beautiful animal before her. Strange how Mr. Reagan said "we"
when he talked about the dog, almost as if he thought of him as
human too. She absent-mindedly caressed Hector's ears while she
thought and then flinched backwards as Hector stretched his head
forward and rammed his nose up between her legs, sniffing.
"Haw, haw, told ya he wanted to get to know ya better,"
Reagan guffawed. Jill flushed crimson and decided that she
definitely disliked Mr. Bill Reagan.
Hector walked behind the angry young woman and repeated his
performance from behind. Then, satisfied, he came back around in
front of Jill and sat down, looking up at her, his mouth open a
little to give his tongue air.
"Well I'll be damned, I think he likes you," Reagan said in
honest surprise. "it isn't often he takes to someone so fast."
And it was true. There was something about this beautiful
young human female that pleased the big dog. She smelled of
kindness and patience and ... she smelled a little like Mae to
Hector, and he was happy his master had brought him over here.
Her personal victory with the dog had made Jill feel a little
more tolerant of Bill Reagan.
"It was nice of you to come over, Mr. Reagan," she said.
"I'm afraid my husband and I don't get around the neighborhood
much. I guess we aren't very good neighbors."
"Never too late to start," Reagan said. "But I do hear a lot
of good things about your husband from Mae."
"Mae?" said Jill.
"Yeh, my niece. You musta seen her over at my place."
Jill had seen a woman over at Reagan's place. A lovely dark-
haired woman about twenty-seven or eight years old.
"I didn't know my husband knew your niece," said the
surprised young housewife.
"Sure, they're thicker than fleas. Thought you knew. That's
why Hector and I came over. We can see you when you're workin'
out here in the garden and thought it just might be a good idea to
get to know you a little better, seeing as how my niece and your
husband are such good friends.
Jill flushed a little. It was embarrassing being told by a
near stranger that your own husband was "thicker than fleas" with
his niece, but more than that, she didn't like the idea of this
coarse man watching her from across the street. And what was he
getting at? Was he trying to intimate that there was something
between Bob and, what was her name? Mae? But that was too
ridiculous! The old guy was probably just not very sophisticated
in his conversation. He had probably seen Bob say hello to his
niece one day and built it up in his mind. But still, maybe she
had better just check.
"Well, it looks like my husband is a better neighbor than I
am, Mr. Reagan," she said affably. "How long have they known each
other?"
"Oh, just a couple 'a days, I guess, but that husband of
yours sure seems to have made a powerful impression on Mae. She
was talkin' about him all morning."
"All morning?"
"Sure, about how nice he was to her last night."
"Last night!" Jill said, unable to keep the shock out of her
voice. So that's where Bob had been last night, and that was why
he had seemed so guilty! The confused young woman felt sick and
dizzy for a moment and thought she might fall, but she used all
her will power to pull herself together. Even so it was a moment
longer before she could speak.
An evil pleasure was seething through Bill Reagan. It amused
him to play the simpleton like this and seem to innocently betray
to this woman her husband's indiscretions. But this proud little
bitch was going to find out before very long that he was a lot
smarter than he looked. Smart enough to have her laid out naked
in front of him before very much longer if he played his cards
right.
"Well, Mr. Reagan," Jill managed bravely, "I hope I'll have a
chance to meet your niece too, she really sounds like a lovely
person."
"Oh, she is, she is. As I said, that's kind o' why Hector
and I came on over. We figured since Mae and your husband are
such good friends, we should get to know you too. What do you
think about that, Mrs. Anderson, or should I call you Jill?"
The shocks were coming too thick and fast for the bewildered
young bade. Was this coarse man actually getting fresh with her?
No, it must be her imagination, he was simple and harmless enough.
It was just that the shock of hearing about Bob and this ... Mae
...
But wait a minute! She was being a little ridiculous to go
jumping to conclusions this way. Why listen to a near stranger,
and one who seemed so odd? There probably was some rational
explanation for all this, and she didn't want to act like some
brainless ninny out of a soap opera. But she did know one thing.
She was going to have this whole thing out with Bob as soon as he
came home tonight!
"Well, Mr. Reagan, Jill said firmly, "It's been nice talking
to you but I do have a lot of things to do inside the house now,
so I'll have to say goodbye. Maybe we'll have a chance to talk
again some day," she added a little coldly.
A spasm of frustration shot through Reagan. Maybe he had
overplayed his hand a little. Well he wasn't finished yet. The
most important thing was to keep her talking.
"You know, you're a pretty lucky young couple. Mae was
tellin' me all about that big investment outfit downtown that your
husband works for and how he has a chance to become a vice-
president." Reagan had beaten and coerced Mae this morning to get
all of the information he could about anything Bob had told her
last night.
That was a telling blow to Jill. Bob wanted to keep
confidential his hopes for the vice-presidency and she thought
she, his wife, was the only one who knew. But now it looked like
he was passing the information out freely to the girls he met on
the street.
"Well thank you very much, Mr. Reagan," the unhappy young
woman said, "but I really must go now." She started to turn
toward the house but the neighbor's gruff voice stopped her in her
tracks.
"It's really too bad though that your husband is going to
lose his job."
"Wh-What did you say?" Jill managed.
"You mean you didn't know?" Reagan asked in mock surprise.
"Sure, he's gonna get fired this afternoon, sure as shootin'"
"H-How do you know that?" Jill asked in confusion.
"Why, because o' these pictures I got here." Reagan dipped
his hand in his coat pocket and brought out a small flat packet.
"As soon as I take these down to his boss, you're husband is gonna
be lookin' for another job."
"Why, I don't know what you're talking about. Let me see
that," and Jill made a grab for the packet, but Reagan pulled it
back just out of reach.
"Oh, I couldn't do that, Mrs. Andersen," Reagan said. "I'm
not supposed to show these to anyone but Mr. Aubrey."
Jill's mind was spinning, It would kill Bob if anything
happened to his job. It wouldn't make her any to happy either; she
had been looking forward to the new dimensions of comfort and
luxury that would come their way if Bob got the promotion. It
might just be possible that this old simpleton had something
damaging to Bob in that packet. She had to find out, so she made
her voice softer and asked sweetly,
"After all, Mr. Reagan, I'm his wife. Don't you think I have
the right to see something that could affect my husband so much?"
Reagan pretended to be thinking. "Well, I don't know. One
thing's for sure, I wouldn't want to open this up right out here
in the open. Maybe in there ..." he waved vaguely towards the
front door of Jill's house. The young blonde hesitated a second.
Under normal conditions she wouldn't let a man like this in the
house with her, but this was an emergency. And there was the dog.
His presence somehow reassured the desperate young wife.
"Then please come in, Mr. Reagan," she said anxiously and
taking his arm she led him to the door. He seemed to resist a
little but allowed himself to be coaxed, and Jill breathed a sigh
of relief when she at last had him inside the living room.
"Now may I see what it is that you have?" she asked, holding
out her hand. Reagan immediately handed her the packet, a
strangely cruel grin coming over his face. Jill impatiently tore
the wrapping open and pulled out the nearly two dozen glossy color
photographs inside.
"My God!" she exclaimed as she saw the first of them. It
showed in lewd detail the bodies of a man and woman locked
together in sexual intercourse.
And the man was her own husband!
"Like 'em baby?" Reagan asked in a harsh steely voice, very
unlike the one he had used out in front of the house.
"They're ... terrible," Jill gasped out as she looked at two
or three others. She couldn't go on, her eyes were fastened with
hypnotic intensity on a photograph that showed her husband's
swollen penis disappearing deep up inside the wetly glistening
pink vagina of a woman she recognized as Mr. Reagan's niece.
"Terrible?" Reagan said sarcastically. "I think they're
pretty damn good. It was hard as hell to get them to come out so
well in that dim light."
"You-You mean you took these yourself?" Jill asked
unbelievingly.
"Damn right, baby, and I'm going to take them down to your
precious husband's whimpy little boss." And Jill knew he meant
it.
Jill's mind reeled from the unbelievable revelations of the
past few moments. She felt a terrible pain in her heart as she
looked at these obscene pictures of her own husband wrapped
tightly in a lewd sexual embrace with another woman. And the most
painful thing was that she had only herself to blame. Perhaps if
she had been more understanding about his sexual needs he wouldn't
have been driven to infidelity. Her stubbornness and her pride
had helped bring their marriage to this. And even worse; because
of this inexorable chain of events her husband was now going to
lose the job he had worked so hard for. There would be no vice-
presidency! There would be no better life! And she was as much
to blame as him!
Guilt and jealousy and betrayal spun a mad dance in the young
blonde's unhappy mind. What could she do? Was there any way to
save her husband's position, because if he were fired under a
cloud of disgrace she knew he would never be able to find another
job in the investment field.
"Oh, Mr. Reagan," she pleaded, "please don't take those
pictures to Mr. Aubrey. That would ruin my husband."
"You're damn right, baby, and that's just what I'm after."
"But why?" was her anguished plea.
"Why? I'll tell you why," Reagan said self-righteously.
"Because that precious husband of yours snuck in my house and
fucked my niece, and I'm going to see that he pays."
"I won't let you do it," Jill cried and desperately tore the
photographs in half. Reagan just stood there and smiled while she
continued to shred the pictures until only tiny pieces were left.
He cooly smiled and drew another packet from his pocket.
"Thought you might do that," he said, "so I made copies, and,
of course, I have the negatives."
Jill's beautiful blonde head fell forward in sobbing defeat,
then she tried once again.
"Won't you sell them to me, Mr. Reagan. I have some money
saved, and I could make it well worth your while. I'll give you a
thousand dollars for the pictures and the negatives."
"What! Sell the virtue of my niece for money," Reagan roared
in mock anger. "What kind of person do you take me for?" He
subsided a little and then slowly stroked his chin as if he had
just got an idea. "There may be another way," he said
thoughtfully.
"Oh, what?" the desperate young wife asked. "I'll do
anything to keep those pictures from Mr. Aubrey."
"Anything?" Reagan said, and a leering grin slowly spread
over his heavy features. It was a moment before Jill began to
suspect what he meant and her hand went to her throat in horror.
"An eye for an eye," Reagan said menacingly. "Your husband
fucked my niece, I'll fuck his wife."
"No! I could never do a thing like that!" Jill gasped out.
"Anything else, I'll do anything else, but not that!"
"Sorry baby, it's that or nothing," the big man said. He
slipped the packet back in his pocket and started for the door.
"Wait!" Jill said in anguish. "You can't go, you can't do
that to my husband!"
Reagan turned just in front of the door. "Change your mind?"
he asked.
"I-I don't know," Jill said weakly. "Just don't go yet."
She walked shakily over to the liquor cabinet and reached for the
bottle of bourbon. She set a glass down on the counter top and,
with trembling hands, poured it nearly full of the amber liquid.
With a shudder she raised the glass to her quivering lips and took
a long drink, then coughed as the burning liquor poured searingly
down her throat. The distraught young woman gratefully felt an
almost immediate numbness creep through her body and she took
another drink. When the glass was empty she poured it full again.
Could she do it? Could she give herself sexually to this
horrible man? Maybe if she had enough to drink. After all, she
owed it to her husband to try to protect his future any way she
could. And sacrificing herself to this ... animal might be the
only way to atone for her past behavior in denying her husband his
conjugal rights. She poured herself one last drink and downed it
almost without stopping for air. Then, drawing in a deep breath
she slowly turned to face Reagan.
"All right, Mr. Reagan," she said with as much dignity as she
could muster. "I'll do what you say if you promise not to take
those pictures to Mr. Aubrey."
Reagan smiled in triumph and made a low mocking bow. "I was
hoping you'd see it my way," and he waved his arm towards the
bedroom door. "After you, my dear."
The defeated young woman walked quickly into the bedroom, not
wanting to give herself too much time to think. A lump rose in
her throat as she looked down at the king-sized bed she shared
with her husband, a feeling of sacrilege coming over her. The
door closed behind them, and she turned to see that she was now
shut into the bedroom with her horrible neighbor and his German
shepherd.
"Is the dog going to be here when you ...?" she asked in
surprise and revulsion.
"Of course," Reagan said with a grin. "He goes everywhere
with me. He hasn't left my side for years."
It seemed the final blow to the proud young blonde that her
humiliation would be witnessed by anyone, even a dog.
"Okay, enough playing around," Reagan said in his harsh
voice. "Get those clothes off and let's see what you look like in
the nude." With these words the big man started to unbuckle his
own belt while he kicked his shoes off.
Jill pressed herself tightly back against the wall as she
watched him stripping his clothes from his body. This was it. It
was no longer something that was going to happen; it was
happening. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror,
but she was too frightened that he would move toward her without
her knowing it. In just a few seconds Reagan stood in front of
her completely naked, his thick hard cock already standing out
from his belly, looking like the heavy shaft of some medieval
weapon. He turned to face her and with a lewd grin on his lips
began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth
over the hard bulbous head.
"Like that honey?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal
torment he was subjecting her to. Jill could see the cruel glint
of sadism glowing in his ugly little eyes like a burning ember and
she felt like a trapped insect being drawn into the flame.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in
you," he said, continuing his tormenting of the horrified girl,
gleefully watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing
fear cross over her lovely young face. Jill was completely frozen
against the wall as she watched the lewd man still stroking
himself before her. Against her will her eyes dropped again to
the hard fleshy penis he held in his hand.
God, it was so thick!
In spite of her fear the mesmerized young woman found herself
wondering how any woman could take such a monstrously large thing
inside her without being split completely apart.
His eagerly throbbing penis was big and he knew it, and
Reagan stood for a moment longer reveling in the fear the size of
his fully erect penis was bringing to her eyes.
He started slowly toward her.
"D-Don't touch me," Jill finally managed to stammer through
her paralyzing fear. She knew it was too late for escape, that
she had agreed to let this horrible man ravish her helpless body
but still something in her cried out against it.
"Are you gonna take off those clothes or do I have to do it
for you?"
Jill stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she
could do against his brutal strength. She was alone and
completely at his mercy to do with as he wished.
He reached out his thick meaty hands and with a quick jerk
drew her quaking young body suddenly against him, cupping her face
in his palms. With an evil triumphant leer he pressed his wet
lips tightly down over hers and thrust his tongue into the depths
of her mouth. The horrified young blonde stood limply in front of
him, feeling his hard naked penis digging into her quivering
stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from
this brute flickered feebly through her mind but faded with the
pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth. "The old man's
gonna do it to you nice and easy."
The trapped young bride was dimly aware of his hands leaving
her face and snaking around to the snap at the back of her halter.
With one quick jerk he opened it, and Jill gasped as she felt the
rush of cool air against her suddenly naked skin. She heard her
tormentor mutter a loud sigh of lusty appreciation as the halter
fell to the floor and her full white breasts burst free. Reagan
dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him,
hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her shorts and
panties and pulled them slowly down over her softly rounded
buttocks before letting them drop in a meager pile around her
ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood nakedly defenseless before
him while he kneeled panting in front of her. Nausea came over
the young wife and she swayed dangerously, almost losing her
balance as she felt his wetly heated lips pressing tightly into
the sensitive flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact of his
tongue gouging into her navel sent a chill racing the length of
her spine, and she automatically reached forward, locking her
hands in his hair to keep from falling. Reagan mistook this for a
sign of sexual surrender and dropped his lips to her lower
abdomen, spreading her soft blonde pussy hair with his thumbs and
flicking his tongue lizard-like into her moistly flowering vaginal
slit.
Jill jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with her
tiny budding clitoris, and losing her balance, fell back towards
the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and
she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she
landed.
Bill Reagan leaped forward and caught her in that position as
she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms
against the soft insides of her thighs and held her there, legs
spread wide apart, eyes open in abject terror. She struggled to
close her legs, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. Looking
down through the deep cleft between her high upstanding breasts
the young blonde could see him hunched on all fours between her
widespread thighs grinning up at her like a beast of prey about to
pounce on some fear-stricken victim. Her naked vaginal flesh was
presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice, As the
terrified girl lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation
complete, she watched Reagan's thick tongue slowly circling his
lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take
place. Oh God! This was a thousand times worse than what Bob had
tried to do to her. She silently screamed, wanting to escape, but
fear held her frozen.
Again he placed his palms flat against the insides of her
thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her
fearfully cringing cunt. Then with a slow torturing outwards
movement he drew the ragged pink tips slowly apart exposing the
moistly quivering slit to his merciless gaze. He looked at it
greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan dropped
his head and buried his long slippery tongue full length into the
warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
The horrified young wife jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping
from deep in her chest while her buttocks ground down into the
mattress in a futile attempt to escape this maddening assault of
her helpless genitals.
"Oh God! Ooooooh. No, you mustn't ... Ooooooooohhh!" she
whimpered under his depraved attack. Her head was up off the
mattress watching this nightmare in horrified disbelief as his
head began rocking up and down in greedy feast between her
widespread legs below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to
herself in undisguised humiliation. Jill's head fell back on the
mattress and flailed helplessly from side to side as his tongue
began lewdly fucking in and out of her involuntarily dilating
vaginal lips. Reagan's hands groped up over her flat little belly
and dug harshly into the soft warmth of breasts, his fingers
rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury.
As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like, slobbering over her
widespread cunt, his eyes remained wide open, watching in arrogant
delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white
mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first
signs of her body's total surrender to his tongue and lips.
Jill lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages
he was subjecting her helplessly trapped body to. There was
nothing she could do and great tears of humiliation and shame
welled in her eyes. Random pictures of her husband flickered
through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking sounds
Bill Reagan was making as he licked and sucked her wetly pulsating
vagina. Oh God, how could she ever face her husband again after
allowing her body to be used by this cruel inhuman stranger
hunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was
defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her
beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do
but lie beneath him and accept any degradation he wanted to force
on her without so much as a scream in protest. And no matter how
unfair it was, it was inexcusable when a woman was unfaithful to
her husband, whatever the circumstances. She was shamed, ruined!
Oh God, why did Bob have to make love to his niece? Why did he
have to deceive his own wife and leave her at the mercy of this
lust crazed beast? Jill had never felt so alone and helpless in
her entire life.
Reagan kept his eyes locked on his victim's beautiful face as
he continued his torturing tongue-thrusts deep up into her
warmly quivering cunt. He watched the helpless tears falling over
her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The goddamn little bitch,
this would teach her to run around in her yard with those sexy
shorts on, teasing the hell out of a man. So, she thought she was
too good for the likes of him, he thought bitterly, giving an
extra hard thrust with his tongue. Well, he'd show her. Before
the day was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for
more. And by God, she'd get it, more than she could handle!
Chuckling softly to himself the big man brought his hands
down and pushed them under the backs of her knees. He lifted her
legs and pushed them up over her voluptuous young body so the
kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed her whole vaginal plane
to his lustful gaze. This would get her, he thought, grinning as
he flicked the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered anus,
nestled just below the gaping mouth of her hair-lined cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery
opening brought a long low moan of humiliated anguish from Jill's
tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips
bared back over her teeth from the electric sensation that went
racing out of control through her sensually awakening body.
"Oooooooh, God, don't, please don't," she whimpered, trying
desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly
flicking tongue licking without mercy at her puckering anal ring.
Reagan's only answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab into
the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaggh," Jill groaned again as small goose-bumps of erotic
pleasure rippled across her heaving belly and softly quivering
breasts. To her growing horror she began to realize that in spite
of her terror and revulsion at the obscene things Reagan was doing
to her, tiny wisps of forbidden delight were starting to ripple
deep down in her belly. Oh God, she thought in despair, that
would be the ultimate humiliation, to have her body respond to
this monster's obscene caresses. She would never let that happen,
she vowed; and gritting her teeth with determination, she rigidly
surpressed every bit of sensation inside her plundered body.
Reagan looked up in surprise as he felt her go cold and dead
on him. What the hell had happened? He knew damn well she had
been on the verge of surrendering completely to his unwanted
stimulation. One look at her set determined face was enough to
give him his answer. He would get no response from her now even
if he cut her up into pieces!
A blinding flash of rage went through the thwarted ravager's
cruel mind. It would just not be the same if she lay there
stoically enduring all he did to her. The victory would be hers,
not his. He almost reached out to hit the cold young housewife,
but then an idea came to him.
"Hector," he called sharply as he turned back towards his
giant companion.
The big dog alertly responded. Earlier, he had obediently
gone to one comer of the room to lie down, knowing his master
seldom liked to be disturbed at times like this. All the same, it
had upset the handsome animal as he watched Reagan strip the
clothes from the beautiful woman who had smelled so nice out on
the lawn. Having mounted many women by now, Hector no longer had
any desire for females of his own species. There was something
infinitely more exciting about the smooth white human bodies that
tiled him with an overpowering animal lust whenever he saw them
naked before him. Nevertheless, Hector had forced himself to he
quietly while his master dropped down on his knees, his head
plunging towards that warmly scented hole up between his new
friend's full white thighs. The dog was a little confused by the
conflicting odors of fear and sex in the room, but he had
experienced that before when his master got his cruel hands on a
woman.
Hector leaped to his feet when Reagan called, not sure what
the big man wanted, his ears pointing forward expectantly his
muscles bunched tightly waiting for a command.
"Get over here," Reagan growled, "and lick this bitchy cunt
light out of her mind." Reagan's meaty fingers spread open Jill's
wetly throbbing pussy-lips for the dog to see and moved out of the
way so the big animal could crowd in between the determined girl's
now rigid thighs.
Jill lay stiffly still, staring fixedly at the ceiling, aware
that Reagan had stopped mouthing her genitals but determined to
pay no attention to anything he might do. Suddenly a wetly
burning sensation of unbelievable proportions burst at the lips of
the girl's vagina and sent a bolt of wild pleasure careening
insanely over her shuddering nerve-paths. Her back arched
automatically and a low gurgling moan came from her lips. Then it
happened again, even more overpowering this time, causing her
muscles to spasm uncontrollably.
Jill looked up in awe, searching for the source of this
incredible stimulation that was tearing her body from her and saw
to her horror Hector's long wet tongue shoot out for a third time
and bury its burning wetness far up inside the sensitive folds of
her wildly fluttering pussy. The dog licked on and on, his huge
tongue parting the soft pink vaginal flesh as if it were made of
butter, digging deep, deep into the fearfully cowering young
wife's most intimate recesses.
Jill sobbed helplessly before this unnatural attack, and
suddenly, in spite of all her determination she felt her sensually
awakening body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked
involuntarily towards that beautifully licking tongue which was
sending helpless waves of delicious sensation coursing over her
raw nerves.
"Oh no ... No ... I can't, I can't!" she cried as the cruel
realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its fun
impact, bunging further cries of shame and humiliation at the
thought, not only of this perverted act being forced on her, but
the even more frightening and shameful realization that her
traitorous young body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her
teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the
flashing sparks of sensation between her legs that threatened to
burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her
helplessness. But it was a losing battle and she knew it as the
big dog continued to lick ceaselessly at her naked cuntal flesh.
And then ... after a long moment of desperate struggle within
her tortured and confused mind---the dam burst!
The blonde young beauty's shamelessly aroused body jerked
once and then began a slow abandoned movement up against that
thrusting tongue. Her hands reached up automatically to seize the
great German shepherd by the ears and pull his long slippery
tongue deeper into her quivering widespread cunt. Forgotten were
the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All
that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure racing
through her flesh like tiny lances of an unbelievably beautiful
fire.
Reagan stood by the bed lewdly stroking his thick pulsating
penis as he grinned down at the moaning young bride's helpless
surrender to the dog's obscene licking of her tight little pussy.
He watched in delight as Hector's relentless tongue sliced through
the soft blonde pubic hair, moist now from the obscene mixture of
vaginal secretions and canine saliva. Jill's hips ground up into
the animal face above her in a mindless hypnotic rhythm of Just.
She was lost now, Reagan gloated while he excitedly watched the
wantonness twist her lovely face.
Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long, he sensed with excitement,
until he rammed it deep into that tight little cunt of hers and
shot his eager sperm all the way up into her belly. He could not
help laughing as he watched his Own dog lapping this arrogant
little cunt into an abject whimpering submission. By God, she
wasn't too good for him anymore, she was just a little bitch
screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on.
Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it alright ...
and get it good!
Chapter 5
Jill squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of that
flicking animal tongue until she thought her pounding heart would
burst through her ribs. A strange growing pressure she had never
in her whole life felt before was building somewhere deep up
inside her heaving belly, and she knew vaguely that she was
probably approaching orgasm. It would be the first time ever for
her and the eager young wife felt it coming nearer with trembling
anticipation, her hands frantically guiding the dog's big head
deeper and deeper between her wildly bucking thighs. Oh, oh, it
was almost here, just another second, a few more burning swipes of
that fabulous tongue ... And then ... then ... it was gone!
"W-What?" she said in surprise, lifting her head from the
pillow, needing to know what had caused that terrible absence
between her legs. With a groan of dismay, she saw that Reagan had
his hands wrapped tightly in Hector's collar, pulling hard, trying
to drag the animal away from her frantically quivering pussy.
"Goddamn it, get out of there," the big man snarled at the
reluctant dog. Jill could now see that the animal's huge scarlet
penis had begun to protrude in expectation from the hairy sheath
below his belly, and a tremor of lewd fear swept over her. Oh
God, she needed, she needed ... something ... anything, to quench
this burning fire up inside her love-starved vagina. She twisted
helplessly in passionate hunger on the mattress, moaning -
fighting the insane urge to dig her fingers deep into her own
hungering vaginal flesh.
"Oh God, W-Why did you take him away? Let him finish, let
him finish ... I almost ... she pleaded in delirium.
"Hold on baby," Reagan leered. "I got just what you need."
"Oh, please hurry, please hurry," Jill begged, hardly knowing
what she was saying, aware only of this new need, this new craving
that had invaded her hopelessly aroused body and made it a
complete stranger to her. She pressed her thighs tightly together
to try to contain the fire that burned within, but the pressure
against her passionately swollen cuntal lips only made her groan
in increased frustration. Hector made one last lunge towards
Jill, his own passion further ignited by the pleading tone of her
words.
"Goddamn it, I told you to get over there!" Reagan roared and
for the first time in his life he kicked the dog. Hector howled
in pain and disbelief and for an instant a terrible rage filled
his fierce heart. All his animal instincts told him to attack
this cruel man who had kicked him, who was tearing him from the
pleading female writhing nakedly on the bed. But his training
proved stronger and, after a moment's hesitation, the big dog
slunk back over to the comer and lay down. In an effort to still
his rage he put his massive head meekly on his paws, but a
terrible bitterness was growing inside him, a bitterness strange
to the loyal animal.
Reagan turned towards Jill, his eyes blazing. Despite her
need, the wildly excited young blonde closed her eyes for a moment
to shut out the humiliation of lying naked and defenseless under
his cold cruel gaze. It would have been far better with the dog,
she thought.
"Okay, baby, now I'm gonna fuck ya," Reagan breathed hoarsely
and moved toward her. Jill lay still, her thighs still open wide,
her own breath rasping painfully in her throat. Once more her
eyes fixed on that huge pole of flesh jutting from Reagan's belly,
and her stomach quivered and heaved as though it were already sunk
deep inside her. She lay hypnotized as that huge pulsating organ
approached closer and closer, paralyzed like a bird frozen with
fear before the slithering attack of a snake.
Reagan bent down over her nakedly trembling young body and
fastened his teeth harshly into the nipple of her heaving left
breast. The weeping blonde bride groaned and attempted to twist
away from that sudden sharp torture, but his hands held her tight,
playing over her soft thighs and hips. As his lips roamed wetly
over the white palpitating mounds, a blissful twitch descended
feather-like to her loins below and the half-smothered girl once
again felt her treacherous buttocks begin a slow impatient
grinding down into the mattress.
"I got a hot one on my hands," Reagan chortled as his lips
slithered over the most sensitive parts of her body, his eyes hard
with a strange mixture of greed and desire. "I'm gonna fuck you
like you never been fucked before. You're gonna twist and squirm
when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. You're gonna beg
and scream for it."
Jill froze under the prodding of his obscene words, their
very lewdness strangely exciting her. But still she struggled
within herself against this final surrender that would mean her
total subjugation.
"Open up, honey, I'm comin' in," Reagan leered in triumph
above her, and knowing she had no other choice, quivering half in
fear, half in anticipation, the helpless young wife spread her
thighs obediently. Reagan levered up over her, his arms stiff,
his hands on her shoulders. Then reaching down with one hand, he
guided Ws eagerly throbbing cock forward with his fingers and used
the thick rubbery head to part her hair-lined vaginal lips. The
terrified girl turned her head to one side on the mattress,
closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt his throbbing cock-
head make contact against the sensitive outer flesh of her pussy.
She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, not daring to
breathe, lying still in utter subjugation before him. It was out
of her hands now, no more decisions to make. Whatever would
happen, would happen.
"Ooooooooh," she breathed as she felt a harsh pressure
nudging against her tightly elastic vaginal opening.
He pushed.
"Aaaaaagh," she moaned as the lust-swollen tip slipped
through, cruelly stretching her vagina until Jill felt as though
her thighs would split apart from the relentless pressure. With
that sharp searing pain all the accumulated passion fled from her
system, and now she only wanted to escape the horrible impalement
that lay ahead.
"Oh, God no, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
Jill was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice. Wide-
eyed with fear she saw Reagan grin sadistically above her. Oh
God, he was killing her and enjoying it! He was enjoying watching
her suffer as she writhed beneath the slow relentless penetration
of her almost virginal vagina! Suddenly the grin on his face
faded to be replaced by a took of sheer raw lust. Christ, the big
man thought to himself, he couldn't stand it any more. The sight
of this panting moaning young wife spread-eagled beneath him with
his massive cock-head disappearing into her pussy-hair was driving
him almost insane.
He had to fuck her, he had to, and quick!
And with that he fell forward, his weight smashing her full
firm breasts back against her chest. In the same movement he
thrust his hips forward and his long thick cock tore into her
tight little cunt like a raging freight train, pushing her moistly
heated vaginal flesh before it in tippling waves, sliding in with
one smooth rush until with a loud smack his sperm-laden balls
smacked into her tightly clenched ass-cheeks.
"Oh God, Oh God!" the tortured girl cried beneath him. She
had never been so filled in her life, and his hotly throbbing cock
felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand tiny
shreds. He had speared into her without mercy or concern for
injury and now his long impaling rod of male flesh lay sunk deep
in her pain-wracked belly, filling it to the bursting point.
There wasn't one tiny fleshy ridge on that fiery shaft that she
could not feel as it pressed tightly into her, enclosed in her
moist warm cuntal sheath like a sword that had been sliced cruelly
into it's helpless victim's belly. Jill lay still, afraid to move
because of the pain it might bring, aware that Reagan was hovering
motionless above her. Neither made a sound for a long moment
until suddenly the fearfully tensed girl felt a throb deep up
inside as Reagan flexed his lust-thickened penis, jerking it
another inch up into her burning vagina.
"Uhhhhhhh," she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting
with this new pain.
"Told ya I'd stretch out that tight little cunt for ya," he
said tormentingly above her, then he flexed again.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhh," she groaned more deeply this time, the
cords in her neck standing out starkly.
"Like it?" Reagan grinned down in lewd delight at the
tormented expression on her face. There was no answer.
"Like it, I said?" he snarled more menacingly this time,
flexing again.
"Oooooooohhh, yes, yes," she cried, afraid to offend him.
The pain was unbearable.
"Beg then," he hissed contemptuously above her.
"W-What?" was all the anguished girl could manage.
"Beg me!" he said with greater arrogance.
"Beg you for what?" Jill asked pitifully in terrified
confusion.
"Beg me to fuck you, now!" and he throbbed his hardened
thickness deep up inside her belly once again.
"Oooooh, God, no, don't, don't, I can't, I can't!" Jill
fought with all her courage to escape this ultimate humiliation,
knowing it would be the final surrender, and she would never be
able to escape the terrible memory of it. Her pride was the only
thing she had left and she must never let it go. This vile man
had taken everything else, including her fidelity to her husband.
Yes, everything else was gone, gone. She couldn't let him have
the pleasure of hearing her beg too, she just couldn't. But he
flexed deeper in her, digging his fingers painfully into her
shoulders at the same time.
"Do it, bitch," he commanded. "Beg!" She cringed before the
savage fire burning in his eyes.
"Oh God," she sobbed helplessly, her resistance broken by her
pain and helplessness. "Do it to me, do it to me."
"Not like that, say 'fuck me,'" he demanded.
"Oh, fuck me!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth,
tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the lewd obscene
words. Her humiliation and degradation were now complete! She
had let herself lose control over all she knew was right, and she
wished she were dead. Never again would she know the innocence
that had still been hers only this morning. She was an adulterous
whore now, she was lost! The bitter words bored into her mind---
whore, whore!
There was no hope, nothing mattered but that huge fleshy
shaft buried deep up inside her adulterous vagina. Well if that's
the way it had to be she would accept it, surrender herself to it
and let it bring from her the pleasures she had denied herself all
her life. Just like the whore she now was!
Bill Reagan sensed the loss of the last remaining ounce of
resistance and self-respect left in his victim's soul. Clamping
his wet lips suddenly right down over her mouth he began a slow
rocking motion between her widespread thighs. He could feel her
tight narrow pussy passage widening slightly with each short
smooth stroke, and he knew it shouldn't take long now to turn this
innocent young bride into a raw squealing mass of helpless desire.
He had sensed this by the way she had responded to Hector's
tongue. This little bitch might think she was a sweet
conservative wife, faithful to her husband, but underneath all
that sexual conservatism Reagan had detected a latent hot streak
that had just never been turned on before. Well, he'd turn it on
today and he could think of nothing better than to have a sexy
little bitch like this in the neighborhood so that he could sneak
over and grab a piece whenever he got the urge.
Jill's body began to involuntarily react. There was no
longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing
through her veins, the battle had already been lost, and even the
humiliating thought of her total surrender sent perverse chills
running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of
Bill Reagan's long thick cock skewering wetly up into her
flowering cuntal flesh. Her whole body nakedly twitched and
writhed beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into the
moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with sudden abandon
deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance
spilled from her in torrents as her face contorted with passion,
mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat
breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair.
Reagan slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under
the naked globes of her sensuously moving buttocks, digging his
fingers harshly into the soft warm flesh. He remembered with
lust-inciting clarity the tight shorts she had worn so often out
in the front yard as well as the thoughts he had had of holding
her like this, and the realization that her beautiful little ass-
cheeks were now his to do with as he wished drove him to greater
frenzy. Her pumping young buttocks were flexing and unflexing,
jerking under his fingers as he pressed cruelly into them. With a
groan the big man pulled the moaning young wife harder up into Ws
loins and felt her thighs open a little more in response, her
moist cunt flowering open to receive his pistoning cock deeper and
deeper up inside her belly.
The abandoned young housewife realized the pain was gone now,
and her legs on either side of the madly impaling shaft were
jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. She kept her eyes
closed and worked her wet tongue up into Reagan's mouth, all the
while mewling soft sounds of velvety pleasure. In her neck and
thighs the tendons stood out hard and tense as she writhed in
complete wantonness beneath her tormentor, nothing in her mind but
the delicious sensation of lying beneath this stranger who was
fucking her against her will ... and now she wanted to give back
to him the same pleasure he was giving her.
Slaving above her, Reagan moved suddenly into longer smoother
strokes that brought his rigidly pulsating cock almost all the way
out of her tight clasping vagina on the out-stroke. Then he began
thrusting forward into her eagerly uplifted buttocks until he
could feel his balls slap harshly against her unprotected anus.
To cause the young wife further humiliation, Reagan slid his hand
down over her frantically pumping buttocks, searching for her tiny
puckered anus cradled so invitingly below. He found its muscular
warmth and could feel the puckering little anal mouth working
rhythmically with the movements of her buttocks as they pushed up
against his loins. With a quick jab of his outstretched finger
the cruel rapist pushed in hard, feeling the rubbery flesh yield
before his attack.
"Ooooooh, the surprised girl gasped, the sound tumbling from
her lips in painful protest. Reagan thrust harder, taking
pleasure in her sounds of pain.
"Ooooooooooohhh! She groaned louder this time at the
further outrage against her defenseless rectum, but there was no
respite. Reagan worked his finger around inside, stretching her
hot spongy flesh wider and wider as he ground into her. He
inserted another finger and felt the last resistance give way as
he rammed his extended fingers into the soft warm depths,
listening with delight as the twisting girl's sharp cries of pain
slowed into gentle whimpers. Gradually she began to moan with
pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural
invasion.
Reagan smiled triumphantly into her wetly sucking mouth as
lie felt the now delirious young wife begin tentatively screwing
her buttocks back onto his fingers while he probed around inside
her tight rectal opening. She was now hopelessly impaled between
his massive throbbing cock in her vagina and the two fingers
shoved tightly into her rectum. Mewling beneath him, she began
twisting and squealing in utter abandon under the double
ravishment of her loins.
The sweating Reagan slid his other hand up from Jill's
pumping buttocks to the point where his lust-thickened cock was
fucking wetly in and out of her tight young pussy to feel her soft
hair-lined folds of flesh clinging to his pistoning hardness. He
fondled and played with her moistly quivering pussy-lips without
slowing his jackhammer strokes, while he brought wilder moans of
abandoned sensation from her passion-twisted lips. He was almost
going out of his mind now at the feet of her widening vaginal
passage flowering in greedy desire as her hot little cunt tried to
swallow the whole of his long thick hardness.
The sweating Reagan quickened his thrusts while the girl's
sex-maddened body undulated wildly beneath him, making each new
stroke hot and pulsating and deep. She was getting ready to cum,
there was no doubt about it as her legs jerked up on either side
of him, her back beginning to arch. With a wet popping sound he
ripped his fingers from her rectum and put his hands behind her
knees, forcing them up and over so that her kneecaps were pressed
tightly down into the mattress on either side of her head, rolling
her into a helpless ball of primordial lust. Her wide-stretched
young pussy was completely open to him now as his pile-driving
loins smacked brutally into her hot fleshy slit.
"Oh, oh, oh," the wild-eyed blonde wife chanted rhythmically
beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of
completely' abandoned passion. Muttering obscenities, the
laboring Reagan quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep,
boring far up into her secret hidden recesses, searching out the
most secret comers of her womb. Her large fleshy breasts below
heaved and quivered and their tiny hardened nipples seemed so
elongated now they looked as if they were about to pop from her
flesh.
Suddenly the nakedly moaning young bride shivered under him!
He. looked down and saw her glazed eyes open in a, blind,
frightened, half-comprehending stare.
"Oh God," she shrieked. "Oh God! I'm cumming ... cumming
... Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
And then he felt her wildly twitching cunt open up and a warm
wet flood gush out around his pistoning cock. Reagan thrust
faster, digging deep, deep up inside her rippling belly, wanting
her to remember this all her life. Bucking madly, the wailing
girl jerked up towards him several times, her cuntal lips nibbling
and sucking at his thick pistoning penis as if she were trying to
milk him dry. This added stimulation drove Reagan to new heights
of passion, and he made one last desperate thrust into the mass of
convulsing pussy flesh beneath him. Suddenly he felt an explosion
deep in his drum-tight balls as a burning stream of molten sperm
shot madly the length of his madly jerking cock, jetting wetly far
up into her quivering cuntal passage. Their combined juices
mingled lewdly for a moment far up inside her womb and then gushed
out white and thick around the base of his still ejaculating
penis.
Jill shuddered one last time, lost in the joy of her first
orgasm, feeling as if she had been rocketed to some fabulous new
universe, all shooting stars and fiery suns. She hung in this
magic land for a moment and then went suddenly limp, her legs
splaying obscenely out on either side of Reagan's still pumping
form. The ecstatic young housewife's naked body was beaten and
bruised as it had never been before, but she felt complete,
satiated, a whole woman at last. For long moments she lay in her
private paradise until her bubble was burst by Reagan's smirking
comment.
"Ya like it, baby?"
With a sickening wrench Jill remembered where she was and who
was lying on top of her, his thick penis still buried deep up
inside her gently palpitating vagina. A feeling of nausea came
over her as she realized what a disgusting picture she must make
with her legs obscenely spread and her breasts smashed flat by the
heavy weight that lay upon her like a smothering stone. She had
been fucked and fucked good, just as he had said she would be, but
right now all the exhausted young woman wanted was to be left
alone with this crude creature out of her house so that she could
try to find some way to come to terms with her own reawakening
conscience.
"Yes, Mr. Reagan," she said coldly. "I liked it. Now please
go, I think you have everything from me you wanted."
"Why, is that any way to talk to a neighbor and bedmate?"
Reagan mocked. Nevertheless, he rolled heavily from her aching
body, his limp depleted cock slithering wetly with an obscene
popping noise from her forever stretched cunt. The humiliated
young woman lay silently, not even attempting to cover her
nakedness as her ravisher slowly pulled his clothes back on.
Finally he was ready, and he turned to his dog.
"Come on, Hector," he called. "I think we've about wore out
our welcome here," and he laughed raucously as he started towards
the door.
"Wait a moment," Jill cried out, propping herself up on her
elbows, her legs still lewdly open. "What about the pictures?
You said you would give them to me."
"Oh, no, baby, I only said I wouldn't take them down to your
beloved husband's boss, not today anyway. And just to play fair
with you, if I ever do get an urge to go see the old goat, I'll
stop over to see you first. Who knows, maybe we'll be able to
make another deal."
The shocked young housewife lay there in disbelieving horror.
Had it all been for nothing, this obscene abuse of her body?
Would this horrible man use the threat of those pictures to force
her to give in to his depravities again and again? In her despair
she was unable to say another word as Reagan walked jauntily out
the bedroom door giving her one last mocking wave of his brawny
arm. Hector followed reluctantly, turning his big head once in
the doorway to look longingly at the naked girl stretched out in
unwanting provocation on the bed.
Chapter 6
Jill lay there for nearly an hour, letting her mind slowly
sort itself out, not wanting to rush her thoughts. Never having
been so aroused or climaxed before in her life, the satiated young
blonde was amazed that it took so long for her body to come
completely down from such a high plateau of sexual stimulation.
For nearly a half hour she felt little tremors and quivers of
left-over passion deep up inside her plundered genitals and her
warmly tingling breasts were still swollen and tender. Eventually
a strange lassitude crept over her and she almost fell asleep.
It was only by exerting all of her will power that the tired
young blonde forced herself back to full consciousness, knowing
she had a lot to straighten out. The decisions she made in the
next hour undoubtedly would have an enormous effect on the entire
rest of her life.
Strange how clear her mind was. There was no lingering
horror in her mind of the events of the last couple of hours, just
a touch of disgust at Reagan's crudeness. She'd been fucked!
Yes, fucked! It was possible to use the word now without the
revulsion it had previously kindled in her. She'd been fucked---
she'd responded she'd cum! She was just like the rest of
womankind, no longer in her special little world.
In a kind of detached awe Jill's mind returned to the
incredible sensations she had experienced in her passion, the
experiences Bob had promised her but that she had never had the
courage to reach out for. Well, no wonder, she thought, it was
like blowing up a dam and letting out the raging flood waters, or
touching off the trigger of a bomb. A lot of destruction could be
released along with the passion. How much easier and simpler life
was without letting oneself be buffeted and tossed by the
incredible waves of hunger and longing and lust that she had just
been through.
Or was it easier? Jill thought to herself, her arms locked
behind her blonde head, her eyes staring thoughtfully up at the
ceiling. A tingling feeling in her breath made her conscious that
they were being pulled tautly upwards and she let herself like it.
Hadn't this savagery---this wantonness---been locked up in her all
the time, seething just below the surface, the tenseness growing
in her as the pressure built and built over the years. The only
way to hold that waiting explosion in was to grow a thicker and
thicker shell, like some of the tight, bitter old maids she had
met. No, it was obviously better to let it all out, Jill thought,
but God, not with Reagan! And his dog! If it could only have
been her beloved Bob instead of her gross neighbor who had finally
had her twisting and groveling and begging for more beneath his
massive cock.
Yes, the young blonde thought to herself unhappily, that was
the thing that really bothered her; her infidelity to her husband,
the fact that she had given to another man something she had
never given the man she married her completely abandoned self. It
didn't even matter that she had been indirectly forced into her
unfaithful act by Bob sleeping with Reagan's niece. It was her
own lack of loving response to her husband that had driven him to
another woman, and Jill knew she would never quite forgive
herself. But she would try to make it up to him, she vowed. She
would be the wife he bad always dreamed of and do her best to
enrich his life, for now she had something new to give him. Her
sensuality! It hadn't really existed before today, but now she
knew she would never be the same again. She was a different
person, a whole person, and could never imagine falling back into
the old safe, dead life she had lived so long.
It occurred to the newly liberated young woman that she still
probably had a lot to learn about her new awareness of sex and the
first thing to do was to see what condition her equipment was in.
Reagan had given her an awful pounding with that huge weapon of
his, and she could not repress a little shiver from running over
her flesh at the excitingly vile memory.
"Oww," Jill said as her fingers probed experimentally at her
slightly swollen cuntal lips. She was a little more careful the
next time, and found to her satisfaction that nothing seemed to be
tom, just a little sore and tender. But her whole pussy area up
between her legs was wet and slippery with Reagan's lewd sperm, so
the young blonde got shakily to her feet and went into the
bathroom to wash it off, thinking that if it were Bob's cum she
would leave it on and let it soak its love-filled potency deep
into her body.
When she came out of the bathroom, the bemused young woman
put her bathrobe on over her naked body, but didn't bother to tie
it shut. She wandered around the house for some time, not
thinking of anything in particular, until she became aware of the
slight stimulation that crept up from her newly awakened loins as
her thighs rubbed lightly together with each step. She continued
to walk, but now was fully conscious of the delicious feelings
stealing over her, radiating out from that hot little center up
between her legs until it felt as if she had a big ball of warmth
inside her belly.
The young blonde bride had to sit down. She was feeling a
little weak and her legs were shaking so she lay back in the
chair, her breathing ragged, her legs straight out in front of
her. Then she bent her neck to look down and at the same time she
opened her trembling thighs so that the thin robe fell softly away
from her loins, exposing her pubic mound to her fascinated gaze.
Almost of their own volition her hands slid down over her smoothly
rounded lower belly and her fingers crept in to gently part her
sparse blonde pussy hair. She gasped as her fingers touched her
wetly throbbing cunt, that secret part of her from which had
radiated so much incredible pleasure only hours before.
The slightly panting young woman placed the edge of each of
her hands against the outside of her cuntal lips and began to
squeeze the two scarlet ribbons of flesh tightly together, and
then to rub them lewdly up and down against one another. Tiny
drops of lubricating fluid were squeezed from between the moistly
trembling swelling as Jill watched fascinated, great waves of warm
pleasure washing over her, as much from the lewd sight as from the
pressure.
God, she had never done anything as wicked as this before in
her life, the excited young blonde thought. But now she had the
perfect justification. It had not been her fault that her
carefully controlled passions had been suddenly stirred into full-
blown life. She had been forced, raped really---changed against
her will---so that now she could feel a certain guiltlessness
about reveling in the erotic pleasures that could come from her
shamelessly aroused body.
Jill experimentally inserted her extended middle finger
inside the tight cuntal lips and ran it slowly up and down the
hotly liquid slit, finally stopping to press firmly on her tiny
protruding clitoris.
"Aaaaaahhhh," the dazed young blonde could not help gasping
out at the pleasurable shock of her own touch. Her finger began
to move more quickly now, madly circling her clitoris, sliding
wetly up and down the burning slit between her widespread thighs,
trembling occasionally at the petal-shaped entrance to her waiting
vagina. Oh God, she thought, her mind just a collection of
disconnected flickering images, she was just about to do this
expressly forbidden thing, she would finger fuck herself until She
came ... until she experienced again that incredible internal
explosion she had known for the first time this very afternoon.
Yes, it was time to get to know her ripened body---train it so
that it would be ready for her beloved husband, Bob. She ...
The now hoarsely gasping young wife froze in her chair, her
hand motionless. Had she heard a noise? She listened intently
for a moment but all was silent, so once again her head fell back
wantonly against the chair, her nakedly rounded buttocks resting
of the forward edge, her long shapely legs spread in a rigid
"vee". The outstretched finger of her right hand resumed making
lewd sucking sounds as it slid wetly around inside her passion-
soaked cunt. Then she froze again. It was a noise at the front
door. A steady scratching sound accompanied by a low whining!
For several seconds the aroused young woman remained lying back in
the chair, her body demanding that she finger herself to
completion. Then an incredible thought was born in her mind, and
she stood up, letting her finger slide from her eagerly pulsing
pussy and tightening the robe around her body before moving
towards the door. The sounds from outside were louder now, and
the still trembling blonde hesitated a moment with her hand on the
knob, fearful of what she might find there. She swung the door
open.
It was Hector.
Chapter 7
When Reagan walked out Jill's front door he was feeling on
top of the world. His shoulders were back, his arms swinging
jauntily, his lips whistling a happy tune. He had just won at his
favorite sport; seduction, or to be more exact, semi-rape. In
contrast to his confident swagger, Hector, his big German shepherd
was a picture of dejection as he trailed reluctantly after the big
man. This afternoon had brought some shocks for the beautiful
animal. His master had first encouraged him to begin a sexual act
with a woman and then had pulled him away in the middle of it.
And to cap it off, the man he had followed faithfully for years
had kicked him. Resentment battled with duty and training in the
dog's confused mind while he followed his master as he had always
been expected to do. Only this time the now wary animal was
careful to keep out of the way of his boot.
"Mae! Mae, where the fuck are you?" Reagan roared as he
slammed the front door of his house behind him. It was a moment
before his sultry dark-haired niece appeared from a back room and
stood silently waiting to see what her hated uncle had to say.
"You can take that Rumplestiltskin crap of yours and stuff it
up your ass," the big man roared happily. "My name is still Bill
Reagan. I gave that snotty little bitch across the street the
screwing of her life."
"How nice for you both," Mae said acidly. She would never
forgive her uncle for the brutal manner in which he had pried
information from her about her evening with Bob Andersen, that
"snotty little bitch's" husband.
"What's this?" Reagan asked, his brows raising in mock
surprise. "Do I detect a tone of jealousy in your wise-ass reply.
Well let me tell you something, little niece, you got something to
be jealous of. Maybe I should send you over to take some
lessons." The black haired beauty said nothing in return, and
Reagan swept on into the living room and flopped wearily down into
a chair.
"Whew, getting a little old, I guess. That wild piece of
tail took a lot out of me. Maybe I need a drink. Make me one,
Mae," he ordered pre-emptorily. Still without a word Mae walked
over to the bar to do his bidding, knowing better than to annoy
her brutal uncle.
"Maybe you should draw a bath for me too, while you're on
your feet. The hot water'll relax the old bones, and then maybe
later I'll fuck you, just for the sake of comparison." Reagan
looked lasciviously over at his beautiful niece, thinking how nice
it would be to have both these lovely women in the same day. They
were now both his helpless slaves, his to violate whenever he
wished.
While Mae was drawing Reagan's bath, Hector went over behind
the couch and lay down, his head stretched out on his forepaws.
His troubled canine eyes stared emptily into space as disturbing
images of the exciting taste, smell and sight of the nakedly
writhing female across the street flickered through his mind. The
big dog had mounted a lot of women in the past, enough to know
what he had missed, and he greatly resented being pulled so rudely
away from the passionately aroused young blonde. The handsome
animal kept nervously changing his position, glancing over from
time to time to where his master was lounging back in an easy
chair enjoying his drink. Like any human, the loyal animal felt
guilty about his subversive thoughts.
"Your bath is ready, oh master," Mae said coldly as she came
back into the room.
"About time," Reagan said good-humoredly as he got to his
feet and stretched mightily, his joints cracking. "Make me
another drink and bring it into the bathroom, okay?" He walked
regally toward the hall, heading for the bathroom, and cruelly
pinched one of Mae's breasts as he went by. Her face turned red
with rage and hatred behind his back, and she found herself
wishing she had put acid in the bath water. The seething young
girl went back to the bar and mixed her uncle another drink. It
took her a moment to get herself enough under control so that she
would be able to take it to him without throwing it in his face.
As Mae's footsteps faded away down the hall, Hector found
himself alone and, for the first time in his life, he began to
think of disobeying his master. The big dog got up and paced
nervously around the empty room, his nails clicking sharply
against the hardwood, vaguely aware of an irritable burning in his
unfulfilled hairy loins that fired his natural instincts and
impelled his animal thoughts across the street to the female he
remembered lying nakedly on the bed. He looked up quickly, guilt
flooding his eyes as he heard someone come back in the room, but
it was only Mae.
"Hello, beautiful," Mae crooned softly as she came up to the
animal she loved so much. It was not often she had the chance to
be alone with him, so she knelt down and put her arms around
Hector's powerful neck and kissed him lovingly on the head.
Hector's tongue shot out and licked Mae's face in response, his
big heart overflowing with love. He had mated with Mae many times
at Reagan's orders and might naturally have been expected to
transfer his yearnings to her, but his mind was now on a single
track. He wanted to finish what he had started with the soft
sweet-smelling human female across the street so he moved away
from Mae and headed for the front door.
"What is it, baby?" Mae asked in surprise. She got to her
feet and followed the restless German shepherd into the entrance
hall. He turned his handsome head pleadingly toward her and then
scratched at the door with one paw, whining for attention at the
same time.
"You want out?" Mae asked in surprise. This was the first
time she had ever seen Hector want to leave the house without
Reagan. "No, no, baby, that sonofabitch master of yours wouldn't
like it if you went out alone." Her words only made the dog
scratch harder at the door and whine more pleadingly. Mae was
about to order him back into the living room when she became
curious. Just why did he want out anyhow? On an impulse she
suddenly opened the front door and without hesitation Hector
pranced quickly outside and headed across the street, not looking
back once.
Mae closed the front door and went to the window, the same
one from which Reagan had been watching the innocent young bride
just yesterday morning. She watched as Hector went up to the
front door of the Anderson's house and began scratching furiously
at the wooden panel. It looked for some time as if no one was
going to answer, but then she saw the door swing open. Jill
Anderson was standing inside, wrapped tightly in a housecoat. The
young housewife looked down in surprise when she saw the big dog
and seemed to hesitate a moment, but she finally stepped aside to
let the animal in and closed the door behind him.
Mae sucked in a deep breath and bit her lip anger, fear,
jealousy, and love all battling to take possession of her. She
could hear her uncle humming to himself contentedly in the
bathroom, and a thoughtful look came into her eyes. He would be
out of the way for some time so she let the curtain fall back into
place and headed for the front door herself. In a moment she was
outside, heading for the house across the street.
* * *
"Well, uh ... hello Mr. Hector," Jill said lamely as she
looked down at the big dog standing in front of her. "Very nice
of you to come over and see me. I'm sorry that I'm not better
dressed ..." She let her voice fade away, tired of the game she
was playing. The lovely young blonde reached out a cautious hand
and petted the huge animal experimentally on the head.
Immediately he moved closer to her, standing on his hind legs, his
front paws on her breast and before she realized his intention his
warm moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly against her
lips. In a natural reaction Jill drew back, surprised but not
repelled, the loving wet contact sending deeply into the wide
brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her hands. He had
kissed her and he knew it!
Jill couldn't move and again the dog kissed her, and then he
whimpered, an almost pleading sound. The young blonde jumped
back, in shocked awareness that she had come within an inch of
returning the animal's kiss! Damn, what was the matter with her,
she thought wildly and again the dog whined, sensing the heat
kindling in her belly and loins.
"Oh, Hector ... Hector ... what am I going to do with you?"
the shaken young wife asked in bewilderment, but she was not
fooling herself. What had she been doing when she let the dog in
anyhow? And wasn't it her memories of that big hot tongue that
had helped her to decide to open the door? Christ, she was about
to explode inside; she couldn't think. What she needed was a
drink before completely losing her wits!
Hector watched the young woman's every trembling move as she
headed for the bar, never straying too far from her side, his
stimulated senses picking up her want and need. He could smell
the piquant aroma of fluid heat from her human beauty just as he
had tasted it on her mouth. He wanted to move towards her but the
big animal was confused, always accustomed to having his master
give him the orders when it was time to mate with humans.
Jill refused to sit down and he stalked her like a shadow,
sometimes getting close enough to brush against her, but she would
slip away. Many times she refilled her glass and drained it, her
soft warm body quivering when he crowded against her. She began
to speak to him in a gentle crooning voice and her female sexual
aura grew stronger and stronger until he knew a powerful throbbing
in his heated flanks. And then finally she sat down, drawing his
eager head into her lap so that the hot spicy fragrance rising
from up between her warm resilient legs saturated his trained
animal in senses.
"Oh, you rotten seducer," Jill moaned, cradling the big head.
He almost seemed more than a dog, there was something so almost
elegantly human about his maleness! He enchanted her and she knew
why ... rank lust gleamed in his rounded animal eyes!
"You want to make an animal out of me too, don't you? You
want to finish what you started this morning ... and ... and God
help me, so do I!" The young housewife's brain swam from the
liquor, but her sensual excitement burned on undiminished. Oh,
God, nothing could lessen that ... only to have a male bring her
to completion. And the only male present was ...
Jill twisted in her seat, absolutely aflame with desire, a
total seething wetness between her legs. And worst of all she
knew Hector sensed it and was merely waiting ...
"Oooooohhh ..." she moaned aloud, once more pushing the dog
away and getting to her feet. She needed another drink and she
walked unsteadily to the bar.
"Would you like a drink, Mr. Hector," she asked with an
insane little giggle. "What's that? You don't drink? Oh, what a
shame," she continued. "But perhaps you would like to come into
the bedroom and let me show you my etchings ... Mr. Hector ..."
Her voice died away on a strangled note and the tortured young
blonde walked swiftly towards the bedroom, not even looking
downwards at the dog who followed anxiously on her heels.
The huge German shepherd instinctively discerned the pretty
young blonde woman's anxiety, but then he too was unsettled, not
knowing what he was supposed to do. He followed her into the
bedroom and sat on his haunches watching her as she feverishly
began to strip away her clothing. She had stopped speaking to
him, and she made herself naked before him as if he did not exist
until the radiant whiteness of her human female body was
completely exposed, the rounded lush curves causing the big animal
to wait with pantingly open jaws. He saw in her female beauty all
the hidden secrets he had come to know with the others, and his
trained eyes riveted on the sparse golden triangle partially
hiding that hot little crevice he remembered from earlier in the
day.
Jill lay down tremblingly on the bed, wondering if she might
go completely out of her mind from the feverish sensations raging
within that seething fluid channel up between her legs. She lay
back, panting, her trembling thighs spread partially open, her
fingertips tracing up over her rib cage to her full tingling
breasts until they found the small hardened pink nipples and
fiercely fondled them. All the while her eyes searched the
burning ones of the dog waiting and whining at the foot of the
bed.
Hector felt a throbbing quiver in his powerful loins,
transmitted to him by the torrid craving in Jill's eyes. His
heart pounded in his broad chest, and he wondered why she made him
wait ...
"Now, lover ... come up here to me!" Jill said with a
trembling voice. "Come up here and love me ..."
In one effortless leap Hector was on the bed, poised like a
statue as he looked down at the anxiously waiting woman, ardently
surveying her exposed nakedness, and then he lowered his head
towards his long-sought goal. Jill heard his animalistic little
whine and felt his cool wet nose brushed against the flame-filled
flesh of her inner thighs.
"Oh... Oh God!" she moaned and lifted her hips up toward the
big dog. He whimpered again as he sniffed, and in near frantic
passion she opened her legs wider, unable to keep back the sudden
gasp as she felt his damp nose move lower and brush wetly against
her sensitive little anus.
"Aaaaaaaaggghhh!" she blurted the moment that irresistible
tongue shot deep up between her widely spread buttocks to lick
excitingly up and down the smooth fleshy split around her anal
mouth. The blonde young housewife lost track of time as the
blissful titillation went on down between her thighs, knowing only
that she never wanted that rapturous animal tongue to stop. She
felt the wet searing lickings move up over her pulsating cuntal
lips, tracing the thin hair-lined edges until they lapped wetly
over her hotly tremoring clitoris. Again and again he did it, his
fire-filled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal
flesh like a knife through soft butter. The tongue lapped on and
on, at last lunging in a darting curl far up into her deliriously
craving vaginal mouth! The lust-crazed girl moaned, spasming with
ecstasy beneath the oral loving, her liquor-hazed eyes lustfully
feeding on the incredibly obscene spectacle taking place between
her widespread thighs below.
Oooooohhh ... she would cum a dozen times, the lewdly
sprawled young housewife giddily moaned, the long thick tongue
sending incredible sensations throughout her hotly smoldering
nakedness. Her gasping mewls increased as again and again the
scorching wet tongue eagerly grazed through and over her
quiveringly upraised loins, from her tightly puckered little anus
upward through her moistly glistening pussy crevice and at its
peak stabbing in through the heated outer flesh to flick
maddeningly at her tiny palpitating clitoris, fanning the growing
flames inside her like a bellows.
How long it went on without letup Jill in her erotic
intoxication did not know, caring only that it continue as the
heavenly tongue licked on and on, causing her to whimper and
squirm beneath it.
"Next hell want to fuck you, you know," the unexpected female
voice rang out.
Jill froze in shock, her whole body going rigid. Her eyes
had been closed for the last five minutes and had not noticed the
bedroom door slowly open. She searched wildly about the room
until her gaze came to rest on a dark-haired young woman leaning
nonchalantly against the wall, her arms folded over her chest. It
took the amazed young housewife a moment to recognize the
intruder.
It was Mae, Reagan's niece, the woman who had seduced her
husband!
With a shriek of shame and fear Jill tried desperately to
pull the edge of the bedspread up over her shamefully naked body
but succeeded only in coveting half. of herself, leaving her left
breast and thigh exposed. Hector too had not noticed Mae's
entrance, his normally keen senses focused entirely on the task
before him, but now he hopped down from the bed and went to Mae's
side, nuzzling her hand affectionately.
"W-What are you doing in here?" Jill asked haltingly.
"I saw the dog coming over here and I thought ... well, I
knew what that meant."
Jill colored at the words, totally humiliated at being caught
in the middle of her perverse act. Mae came closer to the bed.
"Hector is my only real lover, you. know, and I thought it
might put us on a little more equal footing. I took your male and
you took mine. But it's just a loan."
"Yes," Jill said in sudden anger, "You seduced my husband!
You helped force me into this ..."
"I was forced myself, on the orders of my uncle, and he can
be very persuasive. I think you had the chance to get to know him
a little today."
Jill blushed again at Mae's words, having almost forgotten in
her passion of the last couple of hours how horribly this day had
begun. She watched Mae with a little less hostility as the dark-
haired woman came closer and finally sat on the edge of the bed
next to her.
"You know, we're all in my uncle's power, and that's what he
lives for. He has those photographs to control your husband and
you---he has the dog to control me. And did you know, that's my
house he's living in across the street. It was my mother's before
she died, and she left it to me, but he's taken it over like
everything else I have ... even my soul."
Then she added, "I'm sorry I had to be part of the trap you
fell into, but I'm not sorry about sleeping with your husband. It
was a beautiful experience."
A twinge of jealousy shot through Jill, but she reasoned that
she had better be careful about throwing stones. Already in one
day she had made passionate love to a relative stranger and had
been lying babbling in insane pleasure under the lingual caresses
of a dog!
"What do you mean, your uncle controls you with the dog,"
Jill asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Because the dog is my lover, as I said before. My uncle
only lets me have Hector when I've done something that pleases
him." Mae let her smoky eyes move over the younger girl's half-
covered body. "You're very beautiful," she said simply. "Why
don't you let your husband make love to you?" And her hand
reached out and settled gently on Jill's naked left breast. The
startled blonde could not keep from sharply drawing in her breath
at the unexpected tingling contact, and she was reminded by the
strength of the erotic signals running through her just how close
she had been to having an orgasm, only seconds before Mae's
arrival. If this woman had not come in, she would have known the
second orgasm of her life. Now ...
"I ... That's all changed now," she said hurriedly. "I was
wrong before, and I'm going to make it up to Bob. Something
strange happened to me today ..." she waved her hand weakly
towards the dog, wondering why she made no move to push Mae's
tantalizing fingers from her breast where they were now sliding
gently over her hardening nipples.
"Yes," the dark-haired beauty said, "for all his brutality my
uncle has a way of bringing out the hidden passions in a woman's
body, or maybe it's just precisely because of that ... his
brutality. Did you let Hector fuck you yet?" she suddenly asked.
"Fucked ..." Jill stumbled over the lewd word. "You mean he
..." she asked hesitantly.
"Just like a man, only better. And have you ever made love
to a woman?" Jill was vaguely aware that her beautiful neighbor
was leaning closer to her and that her hand was bringing sharp
flashes of pleasure from her swollen breasts. What was it about
this strange person that seemed to confuse her thoughts and make
her so wildly aware of her own body? Perhaps it had something to
do with the slow steady hypnotic way she spoke and the dark sultry
depths of her eyes. No wonder Bob had succumbed, she thought to
herself in rising helpless panic.
"No," she answered weakly, "I've never made love to a dog,
and I've never made love to a woman." Her only answer was a
knowing warm smile from Mae that made the younger girl feel as if
her insides had melted, but melted in fire. She had never been so
aroused in her life, and a part of her mind sensed that if she had
not been on the verge of reaching her climax from Hector's licking
she would probably tell this lovely creature that, no thank you,
she didn't want any of what she was selling. But instead she lay
on the bed breathing raggedly, watching the older woman as she
slowly stood up and reached behind her to unzip the light dress
she was wearing. It fell to the floor with a whisper and Jill saw
that she had been wearing nothing underneath. A gasp came from
the young blonde's lips as she saw unveiled for the first time the
dark naked beauty of her voluptuous neighbor.
"Before today is over you'll know it all," Mae said lovingly,
soothingly. "You'll know all about dogs and all about women."
"Oooooooh, Mae," Jill whimpered, more and more aware of the
raging fire in her unfulfilled loins. She made no objection as
the darkly beautiful woman lay down next to her, but to Jill's
inexperienced surprise, Mae positioned herself with her head at
the opposite end of the bed so that her face was opposite Jill's
wetly throbbing vagina and her own loins lay only about a foot and
a half from the young wife's desire-misted eyes. Oh God, Jill
thought tremblingly, this exciting creature must be getting ready
to lick my pussy, just as Hector did, and does that mean that I'll
have to do the same for her? Jill wet her lips in horrified
fascination as she looked over at the voluptuously naked female
body lying full length next to hers.
Hector too watched intently. He had gone to the corner of
the room when Mae had come in, wondering if she were here to
punish him for his disobedience to his master. But no, she had
never been the one to punish him, and the big dog soon forgot his
fears as his interests quickly became aroused by the sound of
heavy breathing coming from the two naked women on the big bed.
They lay on their sides facing one another, but now he could see
the smaller blonde one raise her top leg, bending it at the knee
with her foot resting on the mattress so that he could clearly
make out her blonde-fringed vaginal slit. And then the dark-
haired woman he knew so well gently slid her hand down between
those open legs and her fingers worked gently into that wetly
heated slit. They played there for a moment before she withdrew
them, and then her lovely face slowly lowered to the other girl's
wetly shining pussy crevice where he had been licking moments
before.
Mae had made love to women many times in her life, usually
forced into it by Reagan as he watched in voyeuristic enjoyment,
but this time it was different. Mae didn't know just what it was
that drew her to the innocent young housewife lying tremblingly
next to her, but she had a tremendous desire to give her pleasure.
Perhaps it was her shining blonde beauty, perhaps it was the
memory of the passionate evening she had spent with the other
girl's husband, perhaps it had something to do with the wildly
erotic scene that she had walked into just a few minutes ago.
Whatever it was, she could never recall ever wanting to taste and
love a pussy this much. Her eyes feasted on the narrow pink
ribbon of flesh between Jill's blonde-fringed cunt-lips and she
rested her cheek on the hot trembling flesh of her neighbor's
satin thigh, close enough for her lips and nose to be tickled by
the wispy silken strands curling of pussy hair so invitingly
outward. They were all in this together, she, Jill, and her young
husband, and even Hector. All victims of her uncle, all locked
together now in a sinister ring of shared sexual pleasure.
All this while, utterly lewd salacious sensations charged
through Jill's naked body, her belly and cunt seething with
lustful desire. Oh, this beautiful woman, this lovely creature
was going to lick the burning need from her pussy! The young
blonde had never in her life dared think of engaging in such an
act; being made love to by another girl. It was lesbianism ...
yes, that's what it was---contrary to everything she'd ever
believed ... sinful, yet she wanted it. Yes, she wanted it and
had to have it!
The golden-haired wife watched with intoxicated amazement as
that lovely dark head nestled lovingly deep down between her
widespread thighs and then, yes ... ! She was nearly overcome
with the incredibly erotic tremors that rippled through her
vibrant young body as the wet magic contact of Mae's experienced
tongue made its first searing contact with her seething cunt-lips.
The older woman began to lick in long rushing strokes, all the way
from the bottom of her vaginal crevice to the top, not entering
but causing Jill to thrust her loins eagerly forward with each
tantalizing caress against her wildly sensitive pussy.
Mae's own feverish loins began to come alive with impish
tongues of lustful flame as she hungrily pressed her lips deeper
into the warm succulent pussy flesh of the squirming young wife.
Immediately her mouth became open and hot, all stabbing tongue, as
it invaded the smoldering liquid flesh beneath. Ardently her
eager tongue lashed out at the tiny erect clitoris, then back down
again, darting everywhere inside Jill's hotly writhing pussy. The
young blonde's delirious moans of happiness and lurid wet sluicing
sounds filled the room as hot vaginal secretions mixed with Mae's
saliva.
Jill moaned and squirmed to the rapturous mouthing of her
burning cunt, ripples of fantastic sensation spasmodically
twitching her tautly curved body. Panting explosively, the
passion-wracked young blonde spread her legs open as wide as
possible and thrust her steaming loins lewdly forward to bring the
magic tongue tighter into her wide-splayed cuntal mouth. She
could hear Mae's answering gasps under her, sucking the air in
short surges, but never breaking the fervent contact of her
fervent lips and tongue. Even her nose was buried ... immersed in
the tight pink folds of her lover's pussy. After the wonderful
tonguing Jill had received less than a half-hour before from
Hector, it didn't take the moaning young housewife long to reach
the very pinnacle of her sexual excitement. Suddenly a white hot
spark of flame was triggered in her convulsing belly and screaming
loins!
"Ooooohhh ... ooooohhh, Maeeeeee! I'm ... I'm
cccuuumminnnggg ...!"
The beautiful young wife's voice trailed off in a choking
whine somewhere between a sob and a sigh, then broke out once
again into a thin high pitched wail as ecstasy deluged her nakedly
spasming body. Intense sensations swept through the flailing
girl's body as she writhed in the throes of sweet agony, jerking
and tremoring. But she never lost contact with that open sucking
mouth glued so tightly to her climaxing cunt, and the flickering
tongue continued to play over her frenetically tremoring clitoris,
sending waves of electric delights flashing towards her swooning
brain. On and on, the two beautiful women writhed together in a
hot naked embrace, oblivious of everything but their own ecstasy,
oblivious even to the pair of human eyes staring awe-struck
through the bedroom window.
Not even the dog noticed.
Chapter 8
Holy Christ, Bill Reagan muttered to himself. He was bent
over by the side of the Andersen house peering in at a point where
the curtains to the bedroom window did not quite meet, his eyes
glued to the lewd spectacle of his niece and the hot little
Andersen bitch writhing together in lesbian ecstasy. Despite a
lifetime devoted to lechery, the big man had never seen two women
go at it with quite this much energy and he might have remained at
the window watching to the end if a evil idea hadn't suddenly
popped up in his cruel mind.
Reagan straightened and moved quickly back toward the street,
almost running. In less than a minute he was inside his own house
fumbling with the phone book, looking for a number. Then he was
dialing, waiting ...
"Hello? Aubrey Investments? May I speak to Mr. Andersen,
please ... Mr. Andersen? This is Bill Reagan, your neighbor
across the street ... Right ... I hate to be the one to tell you
this, but your wife has had an accident ... No ... No ... She's
okay but I think maybe you'd better come home as soon as possible
... Right ... Okay, then, I'll be waiting for you out in front
... good-bye." Reagan hung up the phone, a grin of evil delight
creasing his beefy features. He went to the bar and poured a
drink, knowing he would have a few minutes before Bob Andersen got
home so that he could savor in his mind what was going to happen
in just a short while. Strange how one's mood can change so
sharply, he thought to himself. Just ten minutes ago he'd been in
a rage. Lying back in the tub, Reagan had noticed Ws glass was
empty and had called for Mae to make him another one. There had
been no response so that big man had roared again, but only quiet
answered him. There had been murder in his heart as he heaved
dripping from the water and stormed into the living room dripping
like some huge sea monster, and it hadn't helped when he found the
house was empty, even his dog gone. Reagan dried and dressed
quickly, muttering curses and promises to himself of what he would
do to both Mae and the dog.
For a while he had believed that Mae had finally run off with
the animal, but a short search convinced him that she had taken
nothing with her, not even her purse. That's when he got the idea
his two missing servants might have gone across the street. Why
they would do that he had no idea, but he didn't like his victims
getting together. In unity there is strength and Reagan always
liked to be the strongest thing going.
When he finally crossed the street, some inborn sense
cautioned him against going straight up to the door to knock, so
he had begun trying the windows until he had struck the jackpot.
Now all he had to do was wait until young Andersen showed up and
he would have more fun than he'd had in years.
Reagan went back outside but didn't return to the bedroom
window. It was hard, but he knew it would be best to wait near
the front of the house for Andersen. He still had ears, however,
and from time to time he thought he could hear strangled moans and
high-pitched cries coming from the back of the house.
* * *
Mae's naked belly was beginning to boil as her head worked
slavishly between her blonde companion's shuddering thighs. The
older girl could feel her own excited vaginal muscles clutching
and releasing of their own volition as the hotly throbbing area
between her legs became saturated with her liquid passion. It was
clear that something was going to have to be done about her own
needs soon, but she hated to give up the obscene delight she was
receiving from her lovely neighbor's endlessly climaxing cunt.
Thrusting her tongue deep up into Jill's hungrily gaping pussy,
Mae slowly rose to her knees, spreading them to climb down over
the blonde young girl's exquisitely curved nakedness, positioning
herself so that her exposed cunt and widespread buttocks were
directly over Jill's face. The younger girl whimpered under her,
and Mae waited patiently to see what her response would be to the
moist hungry genitals poised so invitingly near.
To Jill the sensual display of Mae's pinkly glistening cunt
lips only a tongue's length away, was a mouth watering sight. She
knew what was expected of her and what she wanted to do, but she
was still having difficulty breathing, no longer certain whether
she had cum or was cumming, she had climaxed so many times. Her
very strength was sapped by the constantly spiraling sensations
that ripped periodically through her erotically trembling body.
Her heart pounded, her mind seemed to float on clouds of bliss,
nothing else mattered but the endless ecstasy ...
The huge German shepherd, Hector, had watched the two nakedly
squirming bodies on the bed with white-hot interest, his trained
animal instincts making him keenly aware of what they were doing.
Now as he saw his familiar Mae crawl up on her hands and knees,
her face buried between the golden-haired girl's widely yawning
legs, his eyes locked hungrily onto his dark-haired friend's
upraised buttocks. It was almost as if their nakedly spread
beauty was calling his name. The big animal's nostrils were
filled with the hot scent of passion flowing from between the two
women's lewdly writhing bodies and new life stirred in Hector's
hairy loins as he rose to his feet and moved pantingly toward the
bed.
Both girls felt his weight as he jumped up next to them but
only Jill could see his handsome face as it moved in to sniff
hungrily at Mae's exposed genitals. The black wet tip of his nose
actually touched the dark-haired girl's tiny puckered anal lips.
"Ooooooohhh God, is that what I think it is?" Mae gasped,
tier mouth breaking contact with Jill's wetly raging pussy for the
first time. She drew a much needed breath.
"It's---It's Hector's nose!" Jill gasped, her heart leaping
at the sight of the big animal. "Was it cold?"
"Like an ice cube," Mae said with a small passionate shudder.
"H-He's sniffing my asshole, isn't he?"
"Yes," the fascinated young blonde replied, feeling her
excitement lewdly mount at the spectacular view above her.
"I ... I think he wants to ... fuck me," Mae gasped out. "He
generally starts by smelling your ... Aaaaaaaaah."
The dark-haired woman never had a chance to finish her
sentence as Hector's long thick tongue snaked wetly up into her
lust-fired loins. She trembled before its laving heat as it
teased with hot curling flicks up into her moist cuntal flesh and
stabbed deliciously at her budding clitoris.
From below, Jill watched in amazement as she looked up at
Mae's hair-shadowed loins, the thin pink lips of her wetly
gleaming pussy only inches away. Hector's huge tongue seemed to
blot out the light as it dug insistently past the tender outer
flanges, sinking deep up into the inner warmth. Mae jerked above
her from the ecstasy of the dog's preparatory caresses and then
gyrated sensuously back against the stabbing tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God ... reach up and guide his cock into me,
Jill," the older girl lewdly cried. "I've got to have it ... got
to ..."
Jill looked back but the dog's penis was nowhere in sight so
she reached cautiously back to grasp its hairy sheath with her
fingers, feeling the thickening hardness growing excitedly inside.
While she crooned soft reassuring sounds to the dog she tenderly
massaged the heavy animal cock, gasping as the scarlet cone-shaped
shaft suddenly emerged, warm, wet, and glistening.
The panting animal immediately mounted Mae's longing hips,
working in close on his hind legs above Jill's face, his huge cock
dancing madly in the passion-soaked crevice between the lewdly
offered buttocks.
"Do it, Jill, please ... Help him get into me! Mae
feverishly begged, obscenely undulating her ass-cheeks back in
search of the hardened spear of animal flesh, wanting it to fill
her sizzling vaginal passage. She tried to look back between her
legs to watch, but all she could see were Jill's nakedly swollen
breasts, then her frantic eyes found the dresser mirror and she
could see it all reflected as she saw Jill's hand guiding that
long pointed rod of animal flesh toward her pink wet cuntal
passage. She felt Hector's forelegs grip tightly around her naked
waist, then sensed the first seating contact with her hungrily
clasping pussy mouth.
"Now, Hector, do it! Fuck Mae ... fuck her! And then ...
Oh God, then ... I want you to fuck me ...!" Jill hardly
recognized her own wanton voice, hoarse with an all-consuming
lust.
Never in his young life had Bob Andersen seen such an
unbelievable sight. He forgot to breathe as his stunned eyes took
in the obscene three-way spectacle before him, and worst of all,
there was no doubt that it was his own supposedly innocent wife
lying on the bottom of the pile of squirming flesh and hammering
fur.
He had taken a taxi home, begging the driver to hurry no
matter how many traffic laws he broke. Bill Reagan was waiting
for him as he bounced out of the cab, carelessly throwing the
driver a ten dollar bill. Reagan led him inside, whispering that
everything was all right, but the young husband's heart froze as
he heard what he thought were moans of pain coming from the
bedroom.
And now this! Bob entered the room just in time to see
Hector's glistening dog-cock ram rapid-fire into Mae's wetly
grinding pussy. He watched in horrified disbelief as his wife's
sweet young lips reached up and began to sensuously mouth the
hairy animal balls above her face. And what was that she had
said? Fuck me next! That was it, she had asked the animal to
fuck her too. The shocked young man started forward toward the
bed but he staggered and had to catch hold of the door frame.
It was Hector who first saw the two men and he quickly pulled
his glistening animal hardness from Mae's voraciously grasping
pussy and leaped down from the bed.
"Hector, what's the matter," the young blonde asked, and then
she saw them too.
"Oh God, where did he go with that beautiful cock?" Mae
lewdly gasped out. Then noticing that Jill was squirmingly trying
to push out from underneath her she asked, "What's wrong, Jill
...?"
"Oh, oh, look," the younger girl moaningly exclaimed,
pointing a trembling finger toward the door. Mae froze as she saw
her hated uncle and Jill's white-faced young husband. Finally
Bob found his voice.
"Wh-What's going on here?" he asked his cringing young wife
as she tried desperately to cover her nakedness with her arms.
"Good God," he asked. "Is this what you do with your afternoons?
For Christ's sake, I-I, no wonder you don't come on to me. You
like women ... and dogs. Yes ... that's it, you don't like men at
all."
"Hold on now," Reagan said in his loud coarse voice, "you've
got it all wrong, buddy. Your little lady is the wildest cock
hound I've ever had the pleasure to climb on top of."
"What!" Bob roared in surprised rage. "You mean you've been
sleeping with my wife!" He moved menacingly toward the big man,
but Reagan held up his meaty palm.
"Careful there, tiger," he warned, pointing down to the now
snarling Hector. "One wrong move and you're going to have fangs
all over your throat. And if you want another reason to behave, I
just happen to have a couple of dozen photographs of you and my
charming niece together in the sack. It's only my charitable
nature that keeps me from showing them to your boss. He could add
them to the collection of pornography that I'll bet he keeps."
Bob stopped short, the threats coming home to him. He knew
this sonofabitch had him where it hurt. He stood steaming for a
moment and then whirled suddenly toward his wife, needing someone
to vent his rage and humiliation on, and she was sure handy. As
soon as the pitifully frightened young woman saw the terrible look
on her husband's face she wailed:
"Oh Bob, it's true, he blackmailed me into it. He said he
would take the pictures to Mr. Aubrey and get your fired."
"Very good of you to sacrifice yourself, baby, but from what
this smug bastard says you gave him back a little more than he had
a right to expect. Maybe that's what I should have done,
blackmailed you. Would you have turned on for me then, your own
husband? And maybe the dog blackmailed you too. What did he have
on us? Did he find something in our garbage maybe? And Christ,
what about the milkman, is he in on this too?"
The heartbroken young wife started to open her mouth to say
something but then realizing the hopelessness of it all she simply
collapsed on the bed in a sobbing heap of pink quivering
nakedness. This only further enraged her husband because now he
was cast in the role of an oppressor. As he looked down at the
helpless figure of his mortified young wife he found that his
anger was mixing strangely inside him with a kind of wild sexual
stimulation. The whole thing had an aura of perverted sensuality
about it, but all he knew was that the conflicting emotions
building and building inside him needed a way out.
"All right, bitch," he hissed coldly. "You've been fucked
and sucked and licked by the whole rest of the neighborhood. It's
time the guy who pays all the bills gets his share." And to his
blonde wife's shock and horror he began pulling wildly at Ws
clothes. My God, was he going to take her right there in front of
all these people? She shrank back on the bed but it was no use.
Her now naked young husband grabbed her by her long blonde hair
and pulled her toward him.
"One little peep out of you, wife dear, and I'm going to toss
you right into the street ... naked!" And with that the enraged
young man fell forward on her, his giant penis standing out in
front of him like an avenging weapon. With merciless strength he
pried opened his petrified young wife's trembling thighs and
forced his body between them. Then, without the least preparation
he rammed his swollen cock all the way to the hilt up inside her
fear-tautened belly and began fucking into her at once with long
hard strokes.
To Jill's surprise, her husband's brutal assault caused her
no physical pain since her wet little cunt had been well prepared
first by Hector and then by Mae. But her gentle young soul was
filled with pain as she looked up into her husband's scornful eyes
and slow tears ran down her face. She hadn't wanted it to be like
this when he took her. Now that she had discovered her hidden
sensuality she had wanted to give herself lovingly, passionately
to him, not in a room full of people with only hate between them.
But despite her personal misery the sobbing young wife could
not control the automatic reaction of her trembling genitals. For
the last hour she had been working up to fever pitch, her pussy
brought to a quivering hunger by various tongues and mouths that
only a huge male penis could satisfy, and there it was, right now,
deep up inside her, ramming and pumping. Despite herself the
guilty young blonde felt her arms and legs automatically reaching
up to snake around her husband's powerful young body, pulling him
tightly against her as her hips began a wanton grinding up against
his thrusting loins. Small passionate whimpering sounds tumbled
from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Holy God, her amazed husband thought above her as he looked
down at the now sensuously twisting body of his supposedly frigid
young wife. Never had he seen her like this, her eyes glazed and
unseeing, her fingers clutching spasmodically at his shoulders
and, God, was he imagining it or was her tight little cunt milking
and nibbling at his painfully swollen penis. Christ, and he'd
only just started!
Passion began to replace anger in the mind of the surprised
and pleased young man, causing him to ram into his moaning wife
with a will, stroking all the way up to the end of her wetly
sucking pussy so that he could feel his balls pounding hard
against the smooth flesh of her buttocks.
Bill Reagan watched the touching family scene before him in
amused fascination. Christ, that young stud was really laying
into her, as well as he had done with Mae the other night. But
Reagan had seen people make love many times before and quickly
grew bored, wanting something a little more exciting, a little
more perverse. His beady eyes lit on his dog, Hector, who was
trying to remain inconspicuous in a corner, afraid of what his
master might do to ham because of his disobedience.
"Hector, get your ass over here," Reagan snarled and the big
dog got to his feet and nervously approached.
"Okay, you son of a bitch," Reagan said harshly, and he
twisted one of Hector's ears until the animal howled. "You want
to go out catting around, looking for your own tail, there it is
over there," and he indicated the struggling married couple on the
big bed.
"Come on, you dumb shit," he said and pushed the dog roughly
toward the bed. "Come on, fuck her, fuck her!"
The confused dog moved uncertainly toward the bed,
recognizing those last few words. He was to mount the female with
the yellow hair, the one who's sex-hole he had lapped so recently.
But how was he to do it? Already there was a man on top of her,
blocking him from his goal. He looked back uncertainly at Ws
master to see if he had misunderstood the order, but Reagan aimed
a fierce kick at him and Hector jumped quickly up on the bed.
In his confusion the dog began to revert to the law of the
wild and he growled menacingly at the man who had mounted the
woman who was to be his. It took a moment for the preoccupied Bob
to notice the blood-chilling sound, but then he turned his head to
find himself face to face with a huge snarling German shepherd.
He froze for a moment, not knowing what to do but not ready to
give up the marvelous fucking he was getting from his incredibly
turned on wife either.
"Turn Jill over, turn her over," said the quick-thinking Mae
who had seen her uncle send the dog over to the bed. Bob didn't
know quite what she meant for a second, but decided he had better
do something while he was still in one piece. Wrapping his arms
around his wildly fucking young wife, he rolled over so that she
ended up on top of him, straddling his throbbing hardness like a
bronc-rider in a rodeo.
"W-What?" exclaimed the young blonde, amazed to find herself
suddenly on top.
"Take it easy, honey, we have somebody that wants to join
us," Bob said thickly. An at once he had realized what it was Mae
was suggesting they do, and great roaring sensations of lust
thundered in his veins as the whole salacious picture became clear
to him. "Come on, baby, lift your ass a little higher," he
commanded, and he placed her in position with his strong hands.
He looked bravely into the wild eyes of the big dog, then said,
"Come on, Hector boy! Crawl up on her butt! Let's double-fuck
her together!"
Jill was puzzled at first until she felt Hector's strong
forelegs start to circle her hips and the soft fur of his belly
rubbing against her naked ass-cheeks, and then she knew he had
mounted her. She could imagine the huge, dripping, tapered penis
sliding out, preparing to fuck her. But she was filled back
there. There wasn't anyplace left but ...!
"Oh God, no, Bob. You can't let him take me in the anus.
He'll tear me wide open!"
"It doesn't look like we have any choice, baby. Try to stop
him now and one of us is going to lose an arm. Come on, get that
ass up in the air!"
"Oh ... oh ... Bob ... Hector," Jill choked out as she felt
the animal's searing hardness trailing through the widespread
crevice between her vulnerably open buttocks. She was aware that
Bob's cock was thrusting paralyzingly up into her from below.
"Please, darlings, don't hurt me!"
Bob was almost out of his mind with pleasure as he fucked up
into his cringing young wife's wetly clasping pussy. "Just hold
tight and relax," he warned her. "He'll find what he's after and
there's nothing we can do about it."
And he did! Jill sensed the beveled, needle-like tip of the
German shepherd's cock catch suddenly in her rectum and worm just
up inside. She sucked in her breath, remembering from watching
the animal pound into Mae that he had no gentle motions. Hector
humped forward ... again ... and again ... and again ... his huge
hardened cock grinding further into her defensively puckering anus
with each merciless thrust, sending waves of pleasure-pain
screeching through the wailing young housewife's overloaded
nerves.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," the shocked young woman gurgled, her head
flailing helplessly from side to side. She tried to shake the
punishing lance from her obscenely stretched rectum, but Hector's
firmly clutching forepaws made that impossible. Oh, God, there
was nothing to do but endure it ... to endure both of them, dog
and man fucking into both her painfully distended passages at the
same time!
If it hadn't been for the flames of passion that Bob's
earlier fucking had reawakened in her hotly raging belly it just
wouldn't have been bearable. But then to the amazement of the
hopelessly trapped young woman, the pain started to recede and a
strange masochistic sensation began to invade her doubly filled
loins. A animal-like hungering wildness came over her as she
could feel the two cocks, one human, the other animal, fucking
into her simultaneously. Moaning and whimpering in a crazed
building passion, the wild-eyed young woman tried to move with the
double-tucking tempo as the two males began to ram up into her in
matching rhythm, their lust-swollen cocks disappearing in
syncopation up inside her wet searing holes.
"Oh, oooohhhhh, sweet lovers! Yes ... fuck me ...! Fill me
with your hard cocks," the lust-dominated young woman frantically
begged.
Bill Reagan could not keep from laughing out loud as he
watched the obscenely locked trio humping madly together on the
bed. This was all his doing, he knew. He had made all these
people and the dog, too, into his puppets who would do what he
ordered, take any position he put them in. He wondered if he
should make his niece take part in this lewd drama before him.
But when he looked around she was nowhere to be found. Her dress
was missing too. Well, no matter. He would have plenty of time
later to make her pay for sneaking out without his orders. He
turned his attention back to the bed.
Jill knew that her orgasm was not far away and she ground her
Pumping ass-cheeks frantically back against Hector's hairy loins
at the same time pounding her pelvis down hard against her
husband's long thrusting cock fucking up into her from beneath.
She wanted them all to come together ... Then Hector whimpered
behind her, his powerful body quivering in ecstasy, and his
boiling sperm began to shoot bullet-like up into Jill's tightly
clasping rectum.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ... fuck me ... fuck me hard!" the beautiful
young blonde cried in wad abandon. "Ohhhhhhhh ... Oh God ... I
can feel both of your cocks so good inside me! Aaaaahhhhh,
faster, faster!" Her unseeing blue eyes grew wider and wider ...
until it happened! "Now ... Noooowwwwww ... I-I-I'm
cummingggggggg ...!
Once more Jill felt Hector's scorching jets of animal-cum
flooding her backsides in a never ending stream up inside her
belly while enchanting spasms of incredible joy rocketed through
her insanely convulsing loins. She could feel every contraction
of that long thick cock as it rifled its load of seething animal-
sperm deep up into her greedily milking little rectum.
Then Bob groaned beneath her, swearing obscenely as she
plunged her wildly-sucking cunt down onto his thick towering
hardness. The transformed young wife held her husband's cock
completely absorbed inside her hungrily milking channel,
undulating her hips in furious little circles while his huge
pumping shaft began spitting its fiery surges of semen far up into
the hidden recesses of her wondrously absorbing belly.
Jill held it fast, imprisoning her husband's cock tightly
within the hot clutching walls of her pussy, sucking and pulling
at it, her own orgasmic secretions pooling with his as spasm after
wild spasm engulfed the blonde-haired young wife's furiously
twisting body.
And then it was over. Jill collapsed forward on her
husband's heaving chest as the last of his sperm drained from him.
Hector fell back away from her still quivering young buttocks and
stood uncertainly for a moment, his huge red penis already
shrinking back up inside his belly. The young couple lay alone,
unable to speak, their breath rasping harshly in their throats.
"That'll do for openers," said Reagan, his cold hard voice
breaking into the thoughts of the exhausted young couple. "Now
it's gonna be my turn." He leered down at Jill who was so tired
that she could only look up at him uncomprehendingly.
"Oh no it's not uncle dear," said a voice behind Reagan, and
he spun quickly around to find that Mae had re-entered the room.
She had stacked a small pile of celluloid strips in a big ashtray
and held a flaming match a few inches away from them.
"I found the pictures you took of me and Bob," the dark-
haired young woman said coolly. "They're all destroyed now, all
except these negatives and they'll be gone in a second. You're
not going to bother these people any more, you dirty bastard.
They're decent people, too good for you. You're less than dog
shit under their feet. You can do anything you like to me, but
I'm not going to help you harm other people."
"Mae ..." Reagan said warningly. "So help me, if your burn
those negatives you'll wish you had gone up in flames instead."
He started to move toward his niece, but before he could reach
her, she thrust the burning match into the pile of film. They
caught at once and flared brightly for two or three seconds and
then they were gone, just a small pile of glowing embers.
Reagan looked down unbelievingly as he saw his hold over the
naked young couple disappear.
"Why ... you ... bitch!" he ground out from between clenched
teeth and leaping forward he caught his niece by the shoulder and
drew his huge fist back to smash her in the face.
But he never made it!
A streak of dark fur launched itself through the air and
savage fangs clamped shut around Reagan's upraised arm while
infuriated growls filled the room. Hector had had enough.
Something had finally snapped in the huge animal's mind as he saw
his brutal master about to attack the female he had mounted so
many times ... his mate!
"God ...!" Reagan howled in pain. "Get this animal off of
me! Help, help!" Then he was screaming in terror as Hector's
teeth tore at his shoulders, and the fear-crazed man tried to
protect his throat from the vicious attack, knowing his life would
be lost if the animal ever succeeded in breaking through the
protective circle of his arms.
"Back, back!" Mae shouted as she tugged at Hector's collar
and little by little she forced the embittered animal back.
Finally Hector quieted under her commands and stood facing Reagan
threateningly, his hackles still raised and fierce growls coming
from deep in his chest.
"The only reason I didn't let him kill you," Mae told the
shattered Reagan, "is that I didn't want the dog to be destroyed.
But I'll tell you this, you dirty bastard, if I ever see you
around here again, I'll sic the dog on you and help him myself. I
want you out of my house! Now! Today! And I want you to leave
everything there that you can't carry with you!"
Reagan said nothing in return but only stood there clutching
his bleeding arms and shoulders, an uncomprehending look on his
face as if to ask, "Could this be happening to me?"
"And one more thing," Mae continued. "If you should ever get
any funny ideas about getting back at me, don't forget that I know
all the rotten things you've done over the last ten years---enough
to get you locked up for a long time. So get out of town! Don't
even look back!"
The beautiful young woman motioned toward the door, looking
for all the world like some kind of war goddess as she reined in
the huge dog with one hand, her eyes flaring fire. Reagan walked
gingerly around her, one last spark of hate flaring in his eyes---
and then he was gone.
"D-Do you think he'll stay away?" Jill asked timidly, looking
like a big-eyed child as she stared admiringly up at her beautiful
friend and lover.
"I think so," Mae said firmly. "He knows that I know some
pretty bad ... things ... about him. Anyhow, he's lost his dog,
and he's lost face. I think maybe he'll look for greener
pastures."
"Well, anyhow," she added, her face softening. "I know it's
been a hard day, but I wonder if I could ask you to put me and
Hector up for the night, until my dear uncle has time to clear
out."
It was Bob who spoke this time. "Sure," he said as he got to
his feet, unashamedly standing before the beautiful young woman,
his strong body naked before her gaze. "Stay the night, stay the
week, stay a year. We owe you a lot." He smiled and reached out
a hand to this woman that he had come to know so well. He knew
that underneath her hard cold exterior she was just a soft tender
wanting woman, a woman who craved love and gentleness, and he was
ready to give that to her. No, that was wrong! Both he and his
new found wife were ready to give this strange woman the love and
security she needed. They would make a team, and when his own
stamina failed, he knew he would get plenty of help from the huge
German shepherd that now stood so docilely before them. He
reached down to help his beautiful naked blonde wife to her feet
and then all four of them moved together warmly, naturally. Bob
reached down to pet the head of the dog.
"Thanks, Hector," he said.
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