Up, Boy, Up!

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 Ms 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 Mm 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, Ms 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 Ms 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 Ms 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

Ms. 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.

The End