It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patroling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; he had punished them for the brutal, torture-death of his mate, satisfying the ancient law cryptically imbedded in his uncanny animal-brain ... lex talionis ... the law of retaliation. Yet, in so doing, he had rekindled the banked embers of another smoldering force from ages passed, a seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again this night.
Caesar stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very shadows enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving dictate in his feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he moved his great head in searching sweeps, aware through instinct that the gold medallion hanging from his throat on its glittering chain could attract attention in the light of the moon. Ahead, he saw the shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping place, the golden female-human he had chosen to replace the mate they had cruelly killed.
A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow coming from the opened window. She was waiting for him ...!
The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty animal-loins convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, but with vigilance, the illusive, canine beast crept toward the open window, a sudden piercing howl back in the hills advising him that his pack was racing down toward the valley in its quest for food ...
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The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Jean Blakely's bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's relinquishing their bedroom to them. Mark, too, had insisted and of course, her own numb old Steve had merely said "thanks." The dodo ... all he was concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine he slaved for, not giving the slightest thought to Jean and Mark's inconvenience. Then off he goes, chasing down the utterly ridiculous tale that had brought them there. Not that she hadn't expected to be a writer's widow throughout most of their stay in Crescent Valley, but she'd had hopes that this, their first night there, would be spent together ... especially following her monthly five-day abstinence because of her period.
God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? Carol Foster racily thought to herself, wriggling the naked roundness of her full white buttocks in a little sensuous undulation against the smooth satin give of the sheeted mattess. A tiny shiver of erotic delight tingled along her spine. Reflexively, she brushed her long slender fingers with a light touch over the diffused, resilient flesh of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their tiny, ruby-like nipples until they were incited buds of sensitive hardness. He could have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough hints all evening long. She thought this as she lay there uneasily in her aroused nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over the smooth curves and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly adding to her sensual appetite.
Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either, especially the last two she'd had with Jean after the boys had left on their crazy, wild dog-pack-hunt. But she'd needed them; she'd been so damned mad when Steve had told her he probably wouldn't be home until morning. Such absolute nonsense ... the whole ludicrous yarn ... a wild dog raping a girl ...! It surprised her that an intelligent man like Mark Blakely could take any stock in such an absurd story ... and he'd looked so damned grave, almost avoiding Steve's questions. Even Jean, after they'd left, had practically refused to discuss it, continuously changing the subject. Frankly, she'd been just as satisfied, Carol remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex doing nothing but turning her on that much more.
At least, it was wonderful being together with Jean again ... and Mark was just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her husband or Jean would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the young, virile deputy sheriff. Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, and quite one-sided, she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous things for her in her dreams ... wildly passionate acts that could only take place in her sensuously unbridled mind. Like ... now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, and imagined conception of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like filling her fevered mind. It would be longer and thicker than Steve's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard ... hot and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping out those first delicious drops of his heated male-semen ...!
God! The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked, short-haired brunette squirminkly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending course toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down between her hot full thighs. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Steve, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all ... sucking him off every night during her period ... no wonder he'd put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of "hotpussy"!
She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with the incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it. Not that she didn't love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick length of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy lips at that very moment ... but there was something more passionately intimate in the tongue-licking and mouthing of his pulsating, rock-hardness that lustfully intoxicated her. To get down between his legs and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands ... to lick away that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of her tongue ... to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot, blood-swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her saliva-slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair ...! And then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded like liquid fire down her hungrily swallowing throat to boil passionately down in her belly below ...!
God, I'm hot! Carol mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them slithering wetly into the seething, moist crevice between. Hedonistically, they stroked through the smooth fluid flesh, one skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her erect clitoris, transmitting frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to her passion-whetted brain. Oooohhh ... if only I had Jean's husband, Mark's cock in my mouth right now! God, I'd suck his balls inside out ...! she lewdly visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and drawing them back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the hardened, tingling nipples of her swollen breasts. Then, as she plunged two slender fingers into the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tighly absorbing cuntal channel, she raised her head to look down between her nakedly throbbing breasts and observed through darkly glazed eyes the obscenely erotic sight she presented to herself ...
It was at that precise moment that she saw him ...!
For some minutes passed, Caesar had been watching her, his acute animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden-headed mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothes, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter.
The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not forsake him ... there was an animal-like bond between them. She had provided the new fire-eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first window.
With forelegs on the sill, Caesar watched the sensuously lewd performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs ... saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.
She saw him then ... her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open ...! He did not wait longer, but agily bounded through the open window ...!
Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Carol couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it ... the massive animal-head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes ... then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!
Now, she stared at it ... him ... a dog with a golden disc hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! There ... there ... there was something, she knew, something recognizable in the medallion that she should immediately fathom ... but she couldn't think! He ... it ... whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body ... and then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position.
Slowly, Carol started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in avid horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there ... and he was ... subconsciously making her know that this was it ... him ... the very myth that had brought her and Steve to Crescent Valley! Ex-Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her ... above her nakedly vulnerable loins ...!
God, she had never been a coward ... a stupid person, or whimpering female, not in all of her twenty-three years ... but this ... this was unbelievable! She tried to think ...! To scream would be futile! There was no one to help her; only Carol was in the house! Mark had spoken of posted sentries, but how far away was the nearest one ...? Lord, he could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! No! No! She must ... must remain cool ... somehow, charm him keep him at bay! And ... and what was he doing ...?
A potent unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt-lips and still, tingling thighs ...!
Oh ... oh God! That ... that was his tongue ...!
In spine-chilling awe, Carol frantically squirmed beneath the sudden lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!
Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool ... yes ... my God ... keep my head ... cool ...! Mustn't scream ... mustn't ...! Ooooohhhhhh ...! she choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she well knew that! She had never fainted in her life ... but how ... what was she going to do? My god, he ... he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat ... and damn, she had been that, hadn't she! Could ... could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Caesar ... yes, that's what they'd called him ... Caesar! Now, she could see the letters embossed on the medallion ... and the Roman centurion ... then, the eagle as the golden disc flickered back and forth to his movements ...! But ... but it was all impossible ... these things didn't happen ...!
Oooooooohhhhh ...! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh ... oh, what he was doing to her there ...! If only she hadn't drunk so much! It ... it was almost impossible to put thoughts together ... or to make sense! She'd been so hot ... thinking of her girlfriend Jean's husband's virile young cock ... sucking it ... and suddenly, this maddening reality had burst upon her ...!
Am I much more than an animal myself? lustfully confused brunette frenziedly though with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Caesar's hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl!
Oooooh God!
His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She uncontrollably trembled as he swept his branding, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt! From her babyishly quivering rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion-engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect floweret of her softly pulsating little clitoris! She lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible obscene spectacle. Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her tremoring naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-senstive nerve-centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick!
It didn't stop, and the naked, obscenely exposed young wife who lay in a desire-blinded state of lewdly pyramiding passion, beneath the incessant wild tongue of an inconceivable, lust-maddened beat, could only moan out her sensual delight. Unceasingly, the massive dog splayed the smooth inflamed intimacy of her secret genital flesh with his captivating tongue, finally pausing to curl it with a deeply invading thrust far up into her turbulently wet vaginal passage!
"Oooooohhhh ... ooohhhh heaven ...!" Carol audibly cried out, gasping and jerking spasmodically beneath his unthinkable assault, Mark's pictured cock in all of its lustful hardness mentally filling her suddenly unconsciously sucking mouth! Oh God, she would suck him so beautifully, and he'd squirt his hot male jism all the way down her hungrily welcoming throat, the feel of it making her cum and cum as it pumped ceaselessly into her wildly ovalled mouth!
"God, yes ... yes! Lick it for me, you beautiful wild brute! Aaaaggghhh ... like that, darling, like that ... lick your tongue way up inside!" she wantonly pleaded, lifting her intensively sizzling loins and quaking buttocks higher to his frenzied, ravaging animal-mouth. "Yes ... yes! Lick my cunt you wonderful lover! Aaaaaagggghhhh ... oooohhhhhh ...!"
Carol hardly knew what she was saying; her overwhelming carnal passion had reached that intensity! What fear she had known in the beginning the powerful dog had washed away with his wet, searing tongue! She hardly saw him any longer as a fierce, wild beast ... only as a magnificent, needed lover who was taking her to unbelievable heights of sensual rapture! Suddenly, she was grasping hold of his furry head to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly throbbing cuntal channel!
His firebrand tongue shot up into her moist, seething hole like a white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he zealously lashed and tongue-fucked the blood-flushed, glistening flesh between her obscenely-spread thighs and tautly stretched buttocks.
"Oh ... ooohhhhh goooddddd ... you're driving me mad, lover ... maaaddd!" Carol hoarsely gasped with raised head and salaciously gasping eyes. The forbidden, beastial sight was all but shamelessly destroying her ...! Never, never, never in her life had she felt like this! Oooohhhh ... if only her girlfriend's husband's hard thick cock was in her mouth at the same time ... then it would be complete ...!
Caesar both scented and tasted the whetting intensity of her human she-lust, the keenly biting flaver causing his feral animal-blood to hotly race and pound through his powerful loins. There was nothing in this fire-eyed female that reminded him of his golden-haired mate except the soft whiteness of her smooth flesh, and the heat she generated from the mating hole between her legs. He sensed no tenderness in the symmetrical portions of her body such as his golden one possessed, only the hungry heat of her rising female-passion. The hot, pink flesh in its flowing wetness communicated to him her innermost secrets, and as he eagerly tongued the yielding, moist crevice, he felt the charged urgency of his own demanding loins ...
Carol had fallen into a rhythmic moaning, her mind slipping further into sensual oblivion beneath the mesmerizing bliss of Caesar's pleasure-giving tongue hotly licking and fucking into her wildly inflamed cunt. She had begun to flail her head from side to side in her lewd, half-raised position, still holding to the mighty animal's huge head between her pulled-back legs, her brain a mirror for both her husband and Mark Blakely's imagined hard cocks, each thrusting in turn into her hungrily sucking mouth, while this beautiful brute lapped the maddening fire from her seething loins and belly. Frantically, she tossed her head in cadence with her groans, and it was then that she saw it!
Her sparkling dark-eyes widened at the glistening sight of the animal's thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing as it continued to press forward from its fleshy concealment! She had to lean far over sideways to see it well, and momentarily, Caesar sounded a throaty growl of disapproval, but this time the warning hardly registered with her.
Instead, an inexplicable sensation of sheer depravity burned through her naked, lust-filled young body, a maddeningly intensified feeling the roots of which she had no intentions of questioning! It was sheer, forbidden wickedness in its most degenerate form ...! But his cock was beautiful ... huge and beautiful! She had never seen her husband Steve's cock ever look more tempting to her! And his ... her wonderful animal lover's, was longer and thicker, more like Mark's, she wildly imagined in her mind-swirling fantasy!
For a long, breathless moment, the raven-haired young wife watched the massive dog's wetly gleaming shaft of naked hardness partially dangle beneath his strong animal-loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the captivating sight of its scarlet rapaciousness! From that moment, she was no longer concerned with the corrupt perversion of her intentions, only how she was going to accomplish it! In fact, she realized almost frantically, the very debasing idea in itself was serving to spur her on ... but how? How?
Feverishly, the wild, night-invader licked at her cunt, his scorching, wet tongue like an abrasive as it slithered over the firmly erect bud of her quivering clitoris! Scintillating shocks of animalish lust raged through her obscenely offered loins, singeing at the very nerve-ends of her white, sensually trembling flesh.
Oh God ... how? "Caesar, darling ... baby ..." Carol began, trying to raise higher and pet his massive head that was nuzzled between her wide-spread legs. God, she could see his liquid tongue spraying through the wetly saturated crevice of her cuntal slit! He had opened her wide down there as if his love-making tongue was born of razors! Her own sensitive inner-cuntal flesh sparkled reflectively up at her, its tempting, silken curls moistly matted, the very sight sending trembling sensations spiraling toward her brain! Her thrusting young breasts tingled in their swollen excitement as she continued to caress his great head ... "Caesar ... darling ... lie down! Lie down, baby! Carol wants you to lie down! Please, darling ... lie down and roll over!" she softly whispered, ever stroking his head and ears. "Lie down, my handsome lover and I'll make you happy! I'll ... I'll even put my pussy where you can lick it if you want ... and I hope you do ...!"
Carol's brain swam in wanton debauchment as she slowly eased herself forward, working toward her knees and backing the huge, apprehensive animal away from her seething loins. Once, he growled, but she didn't stop. There was no other way only taking control if she were to have what she wanted! She whispered in loving tones, simultaneously grazing her soft little hands over the fur of his tense body, her eyes continuously fastened on the solid length of his long scarlet cock hanging throbbingly below his belly ...
Caesar watched her carefully as she raised up and eased forward, watched her mouth moving and listened to the soft sounds coming from it. It was not the same as when he came to his golden one. But this, the fire-eyed she, was different, and he wondered why. He didn't fear her; she was a friend; her gentle touch told him that. In fact, her gentle touch was confusingly cooling his mating hunger. He sensed his loins dissipating beneath her warm, friendly hand ... he moved back and lay down, a perplexed whimper working upward into his throat ...
Carol heard it, the simpering whine vibrating through her as she watched his huge cock withdraw back into its hiding sheath. He lay down onto the bed, stretching out and finally responding when she continued to whisper, "Roll over, darling, over ...!" She crawled and positioned herself so that her hotly seething cunt was inches from his nose, and less when she drew her tingling thighs back! She eased forward, placing herself so that her face was directly above the peeking opening of his cock-sheath where the huge, scarlet hardness had disappeared.
Frantically obscene sensations of raw, uncontrolled desire raced through her! She knew what she was going to do, and the very thought was about to drive her wild with salacious excitement! She gently moved her hips toward his animal-face, spreading her legs and lovingly taking his head ... She lay upon her side, one leg lifted to draw his nose snugly in toward her hotly tremoring cunt. She sensed his tongue lick out at the feverishly wet crevice between her legs, lashing through its sensually aroused inner-flesh like a fluid flame, and whatever she had ever known to be moral or accepted at that exact second was totally lost! The lasciviously blinded young wife lowered her cheek to his warm, hard animal-belly, her one hand slowly moving toward his hidden cock!
The huge dog whimpered and jerked, but never made a motion toward gaining his feet as Carol's lustful hand began to examine his softly furred genitals. Instead, he licked up wetly at the open little mouth of her hotly offered pussy, while her breath quickened and her mind raced, filled with the hellishly beautiful thoughts of what was going to momentarily happen there in her girlfriend's bed!
She had to be some sort of a devil's advocate, she thought, clasping hold of his fur-concealed cock and beginning to manipulate the soft hairy flesh back and forth, feeling its thickness within! She didn't care ... not tonight, she didn't! She was a monster, a Frankenstein or vampire ... whatever ... as long as it happened ... the taste of his animal-cock in her mouth!
She would go to hell ... but there, she'd never be lonely! Oooooohhhhh Goddddd ...! His tongue, laving sensuously at the excitedly quivering bud of her clitoris! The beautiful creature! she thought, clinging tightly to his sheltered cock and ardently beginning to stroke it. Slowly, gently, she worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, while the massive german shepherd lay half on its back, his great head nestled between her openly spread thighs, his feverish tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her wildly simmering cunt. Suddenly, it appeared once more, the tapered, red, glistening tip of his long thick hardness, slipping ever forward toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips ... until at last it touched them!
In wicked passion, the bedeviled young wife parted her warm, lush lips, and with a low, deep-chested groan, let the slender, tapered forepart of Caesar's throbbing hardness slide between them, easing further and further into the hot, wetness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, until it nearly brushed the back of her impatiently spasming throat! Carol brought her tongue into play with irresistible fervency, her mind a babble of frenzied lust at the utter forbiddeness of the debased act she was committing. Her brain reeled as with an almost-dread, she, for the first time, tasted the thick, pulsating cock, a wanton thrill of obscene delight racing through her at its sweet, pungent maleness. My God, it was no less beautiful than her husband Steve's ... and it was so hot and hard, swelling even more with every passing second!
She heard his high-pitched whimper as he continued to voraciously lick her fire-filled cunt, and she began to reciprocately suck and twirl her tongue around his long, thick animal-cock in an effort to repay him for the mind-shattering pleasure he had and was bringing her. She felt his powerful body responding to her obscene sucking of his throbbing hardness, his animal-loins pressing jerkingly forward. She brushed one excited hand along his hairy belly to his huge sperm-bloated balls, cupping them warmly, first, then lightly scratching them with her finger-tips. Again, he whimpered, the delicate taunting causing him to increase his thrusting cock-rhythm between the tightly clasped oval of her moistly sucking lips.
God, the taste of it was the maddening delight, the young wife realized as she began to mouthingly nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear of hot, hard animal-flesh with vigorous head movements of her own. Delicately gamey, her flushed brain tagged, like the wild, handsome beast he was; yet spiced with the sweet tartness of nature's semen that was hardly the human male's monopoly! Oooohhhh ... never in her life had she ever imagined such depraved sexual perversity!
The smooth, tapered length of his thickening cock thrust into her mouth in perfect cadence, while his lashing tongue whipped the hot, liquid flesh of her wide splayed cunt and its burning vaginal walls in growing ferocity! She closed her small white teeth, but not to hurt, swirling her tongue over his pulsating shaft of hardened dog-flesh, lost in the licentiousness of her abnormal act. God, it was like honey in her mouth, plunging smoothly and slickly all the way up into her open throat! Wh-What would his animal-cum taste like? Would it be something like Steve's ... hot and thick, squirting from the tip of his cock in thick jet-like streams ... or were animals different ...?
Caesar, in the existence of his animal being, had never known equal mating pleasure. The fire-eyed, she-human was enveloping his maleness warmly up inside her mouth, yet it felt as if it were submerged back between her lips in her female slit. There was difference, however, he instinctively knew ... the tongue feel and the taunting pressure of the teeth. He whimperingly liked those sensations that caused great swirling fire in the depths of his powerful loins, knowing that in a few brief moments, he would be fulfilling his lust-driven needs because of them ...
Oooohhh ... oh God, she wanted his animal-cum shooting into her mouth ... dribbling down her throat ... even strangling her! All of the perverted fires of hell were blazing there up between her legs! Her belly raged, and her loins, her lust-churning cunt, glowed with the seething desire scalding it! She clutched at his hugely swollen animal-balls, beginning to milk and caress them as she sucked hungrily and shamelessly at his massively throbbing cock. She was going to cum beneath his beautiful tongue ... cum as she never had in her life! She heard him whine, then whine again in his own beastial ecstasy! God, she was actually bringing him joy!
Maybe she was losing her mind, the naked, obscenely performing young wife thought, as she tongued and licked Caesar's great cock in her mouth ... and then, she heard the powerful dog gutturally snarl at the same moment as his flanks began to furiously hump his cock deeper up into her greedily working throat! Simultaneously, she sensed her own peaking moment at hand, the latter driving her insanely on to greater and greater perversities! Demonishly, she sucked until his cock began to jerk wildly up inside her mouth ... then, it spewed forth the searing, liquid cum from deep in the relentessly building depths of his balls, but not as she'd visualized it! The stream of scalding, viscid sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her greedily sucking mouth almost before she could swallow it away ... time and again, as if he were pissing down her throat, the lust-filled realization literally destroying her inside as her orgasm swept through her like some never-before, earth-destroying cataclysm ...!
He was gone before Carol could even try to comprehend what had happened. She lay back in a semi-exhausted nakedness, still breathing heavily and tremblingly staring at the empty, opened window. God ... he was real ... alive, exsistent all right ... but could she tell anyone in the whole world that ...? In fact ... in fact, the only concrete proof she had, even to herself, that the unbelievable act had occurred were the thin, still warmly glowing trickles of his sperm that trailed wetly from the corners of her lips down over her passion-flushed cheeks below ...
Chapter 2
The early morning California sunshine streaming through the bedroom window awakened Jean Blakely from an uneasy sleep. For a long moment she lay quite still, letting her widening, smoke-blue eyes scan her immediate, puzzling surroundings ... then she remembered. She was in their smaller guest-room. She had given Carol and Steve the bedroom Mark and she occupied because the bed was more comfortable. Now, the reminder of Carol being in the house helped brighten her troubled mood.
With that, the twenty-two year old, young wife gingerly bounced to the floor, the short see-through nightie she wore hardly concealing the provocative quiver of curvaceous white flesh rippling voluptuously from her sudden movements. Against the sheer green nylon, her firmly erect breasts lifted and strained when she brushed her long, honey-blonde tresses behind her shoulders, their tiny pink nipples in semi-hardness visibly pushing out the diaphanous material. In the vanity mirror, the lovely, oval-faced girl saw this, a trace of narcissistic admiration penetrating her disquietness. She let her eyes wander downward over the reflection in the glass, picking up her brush to stroke through her hair as they did so. The narrowness of her slender waist had always pleased her, as was the tiny dimple of her navel an erogenous fascination. She dwelt then on the sweeping arch of her softly rounded hips, and the long tapering columns of her full white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the moundish, golden triangle of silken curls at the base of her flat little belly that invariably captured her attention.
A sigh escaped her then, the reasons behind her uneasy frame of mind beginning to trickle from her memory bank to her conscious. A cold little chill crept upward along the smooth hollow of her back, with the abrupt concern for Caesar's welfare commanding her thoughts. Had he gotten through the night unharmed ...? Or, God forbid, was it possible that one of the sentries ... or Link Morgan ... even Mark, might have shot and ... and killed him? Oh God, no ... she wouldn't let herself even think of such a horror being a reality! What was it Granny Obert had said ...? "They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him ... and neither will they drive him off ...!" Again, Jean sighed. Somehow, the recall of the near-century old woman's words seemed to soothe her anxiety. Anyway, both Mark and Steve would be coming home shortly and she would know first-hand all of the particulars the night had wroght. Though, even if her beautiful animal-lover had managed to safely evade them, only a part of her mental strain would be relieved. There was still the intense strain of Mark and her relationship following her unbridled episode with Caesar the night before last.
Jean's mind filled retrospectively with the unashamed wantoness she hadn't tried to hide as she'd given herself to the massive animal's love-making right before her husband's incredulous eyes. God, she hadn't been able to help herself, and he might have killed Mark had she not, the beautiful brute had been that jealous! She thought these things as she slipped into her robe, a fluttering of sensual excitement gnawing in her belly at the memory of Mark uncontrollably losing his own composure and crawling onto the bed to let her suck him while Caesar had fucked into her so powerfully from behind! God, she had never done anything like that before in her entire life, but she'd hoped to do it again and again ... it had been so wonderful, giving herself fully to both of her lovers at the same time ...! And then, yesterday morning, she had seen the affected expression in Mark's eyes and on his handsome face, her blissful expectations crumbling in wistful guilt.
From that moment, the tension between them had been unmistakable. Had Carol and Steve not arrived on schedule, the blond-haired young wife dreaded to think of the extent her husband's jealous contempt might have taken them. God, she loved Mark, wanted to live her lifetime loving him with every ounce of strength she had, and in the two-months of their marriage she felt certain she'd proved that! She had never bargained for the mysterious appearance of the handsome wild brute that had saved her from a vicious gang-rape, only to crawl up on her kneeling body from behind and bring her fulfilled sensual pleasure the likes of which Mark couldn't ... at least, hadn't. W-Was it any wonder that she'd fallen under his mesmerizing animal-spell? He wasn't just a fierce, wild beast ... he was Caesar, and she would always unashamedly love him ...!
Jean walked to the single bathroom the little two-bedroom, countryish home boasted, clicking the lock softly behind her and removing her robe. She seated herself daintily on the toilet-seat, her young mind rehashing to the delicate trickle of her relief. She was so thankful for Carol and Steve's presence in the house. It was her and Mark's first trial since their marriage, and God knows, it was not a normal one, but she sensed that their closest friends being there was going to help. At least, she and Mark couldn't work into a ranting, raving argument.
She didn't bother with the usual tissue absorption, but stood, removing her nightie and knotting up her hair, then stepped into the shower, the regulated warm spray invigoratingly restoring her confidence. God, she loved them both so much, she thought, while she almost sensually soaped her soft, white body from force of habit, her mind and hands correspondingly functioning in accord. It would all work out ... she felt certain that it would ... God, it had to ...!
* * *
"That goddamned Morgan ... he frightens me," the slight young man with the neatly trimmed red-beard said as he climbed into the car. He tossed his alert green-eyes on the uniformed deputy sheriff who slid beneath the wheel opposite him. "How the hell did he ever get to be Chief of Police in the burg?"
Mark Blakely grinned, his greyish-eyes lighting in thought. "Politics, Steve, plain adulterated politics," the tall, chiseled-faced lawman tiredly answered. He set the patrol car into motion, making a misdemeanoring U-turn in the town square. "Too complicated to elaborate on this time of morning. But he's powerful in the valley."
"He killed your father, didn't he," Steve said, rather than asked, remembering the shocking event.
"An accident," Mark quickly responded. "A hunting accident ..."
"But there was something between them, wasn't there?" the red-bearded writer pressed. "Didn't your dad beat the crap out of him in the street here, or something ...?"
"They didn't get on," Mark Blakely answered without looking at his friend, making the necessary turns as he moved at a slow speed toward his home.
"But they had a fight ...?"
"Yes!" Mark heard himself snap, then caught himself, aware of the edge to his voice. "Dad whipped his ass ... and two-weeks later he was dead ... by an accidental bullet fired from Link Morgan's rifle."
"That sonofabitch ... he'd probably even cheat at Monopoly!" Steve Foster derided, lighting a cigarette.
Mark couldn't help but snicker at the remark. "You write too much crap for that expose mag you work for, Steve."
"Maybe ... maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one ... if that gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded writer returned, pulling a note-book and pencil from his breast-pocket to rapidly scribble into. "You think I can get an interview with his niece, Annie? I mean, after all, she was the girl raped by this Caesar brute, that's what my editor wants ...?"
"I think so. Annie's a nice teenaged girl ... nothing like her uncle," Mark replied. "She's taken it well this rape horror ... goes to school everyday since it happened. Nothing psychological seems to have happened to her."
"Maybe she's got sense that huge, ugly bastard doesn't know flows in her veins," Steve said as Mark neared the house.
"Maybe. Her own folks were killed in an auto accident near San Diego. She's been in the valley some six-years ... a very warm girl." He thought for a moment, knowing what he had in mind. "I might see her in a few hours. I'll see what I can arrange for an interview."
"A few hours? Christ, aren't you going to sleep, man?" his red-haired house-guest questioned.
Mark forced a smile. Christ, how he'd love to, for about forty-eight hours! But inside him, he knew he couldn't rest, not with the unwanted, jealous rancor that churned there. How the hell did you tell a friend that your wife had gone ape over a dog ... a goddamned wild, killer beast? "I ... I still have a policing job to do, Steve," he heard himself say in remarkably even tones. "It's a pretty good deal here, and should I blow it, someone is always ready to take my place, eh? Anyway ... I intend to have a chat with Annie Purcell this morning. I'll catch her on the way to school, and I'll try to set up an interview for you."
"Hey, man, that's great!" Steve said, blowing out smoke. "I mean, I need her story verbatum, you know?"
"Sure. Annie's a sweet kid, pretty too. Maybe she'll even let you take pictures. That ought to up your bonus," Mark added.
"Like frankencense and myrrh, old buddy!" the red-bearded writer enthusiastically retaliated, scrubbing out his cigarette in the car-ashtray. "I'll call the office and have a flick-boy sent right up!"
Mark swung the patrol-car into the yard, the sight of his house and the knowing that Jean was inside, gnawing at his entrails. Christ, he still couldn't believe it! The way she'd given herself to that crazy-wild animal sonofabitch! And sucking his own cock at the same time ... goddamn ... she'd drained it, swallowing his cum as if it were the last drop on earth!
That part had been beautiful, but the other? Damn her! She loved that fucking dog as much as she loved him! And that couldn't be! It just simply couldn't! He'd have to kill him ... destroy him ... the vicious bastard! It was unbelievable, but true! The goddamned beast claimed women ... his very own Jeannie! Granny Obert was right ...! Oh shit ...!
"Hey, man, let's get some coffee," Steve interrupted his thoughts, climbing from the car. "I'll make it ..."
"Unless I miss my guess, you won't have to," Mark replied, sliding from beneath the wheel. "Jean will be waiting for us ..."
* * *
For the first time since their marriage, Mark didn't kiss her when he entered the house. Instead, he slumped down into the breakfast booth and waited for her to pour coffee. He barely looked at her and Jean couldn't help but wonder if Steve noticed. If he had, he was being considerately kind in betraying no emotion.
"Carol isn't up yet?" he questioned, squeezing into the breakfast nook across from Mark.
"I haven't heard a sound from her," Jean replied, pouring his coffee, then her husband's. "Probably exhausted after the long drive up."
"I thought sure that she'd be out here wanting to hear more of the weird tale of the horny wild dog who rapes young girls, and his ferocious pack that has a whole country-side up-tight," Steve said with a little grin, bringing out a cigarette.
"You make it sound like some sort of jamboree we're sponsoring for a tourist attraction." Mark said, an irritable edge to his tone. "And I assure you, Steve, it isn't."
"Hell, guy, I know that," his red-bearded friend quickly replied, applying fire to the white cylinder hanging from his lips. "Maybe, I expected to see too much, or at least hear an eerie, wolf-like howl in the night ..."
"Be thankful that we didn't," Mark said, sipping from his cup. "Though, I'll tell you, it's when you don't see or hear them that you can be worried. I'd almost lay money that they hit one of the sheep herds while we were cruising the town hour after hour. It's uncanny, the brain in that damned brute ..."
"You mean, the rape artist, the one they call Caesar?" Steve clarified, and the deputy sheriff nodded without looking up at him or Jean who was occupying herself at the stove, though Mark wondered if she wasn't listening intently to every word they said.
"You've actually seen this mythical german shepherd, then?" Steve probed.
Mark did look up then, his tired eyes strangely hinting at the unmistakable strain going on behind them. "Yes, I've actually seen him, Steve, and take my word for it, he's no goddamned myth!"
Jean swallowed tightly as she lay slices of bacon in a frypan with trembling fingers. A sense of relief had somewhat calmed her tensions at the knowing that her wild-lover continued to cleverly elude his would-be destroyers. But for how long, was the frightening worry tormenting her? Again, she tried to recall Grany Obert's comforting words, as Steve said: "What gets me is how you've managed to keep this zany affair so goddamned isolated newswise. I mean, man, this is front-page, prime-time TV socko, eh?"
"Not as difficult as it sounds, Steve," Mark answered. "Crescent Valley has no newspaper of its own. We read the county-seat rag, and fortunately there's no little old ladies here who contribute the social-events to it, or undoubtedly the whole thing would've leaked out by this time. Like I told you on the phone, that's all we need ... a flood of news-hawks from the various mediums to drive the whole valley beserk ..."
"G-Good morning, all," Carol's voice interrupted with a rather uncertain greeting. She wore a tight little smile on her vivacious, ivory-skinned face, her hands shoved deeply into the patch-pockets of her red robe.
"Well, there she is," Steve allowed, smiling up at his dark haired, onyx-eyed young wife. "I thought it was odd that you weren't out here to catch the spicy tale of the lurid beast that stalks them thar hills out yonder! Better come over here gal and give yore devil-chasin' mate a kiss on the cheek."
Momentarily, Carol hesitated, but only because she still wasn't quite herself yet. From the moment she had awakened from a deep, exhaustive sleep, her mind had immediately filled with the incredibly obscene depravity she had played more than a passive role in only hours before. It had to be an insane, lurid dream, she had naturally concluded, a reactive tremor rippling over the smooth ivory-flesh of her nakedness, and then she had seen the sun-lighted opened window, abruptly raising her upright in bed. In itself, the opening was hardly a convincing factor ... but then she found the short strands of dog-hair on the bottom sheet ... and several more clinging to the intimate flesh of her inner thighs and on the skin of her stomach ...!
"Well, do I get my kiss or not, gal?" her husband's words jarred her back to the immediate scene.
"Of course," she said, pretending drowsiness as she scuffed toward where he sat, though she was vitally awake inside. She bent and kissed him, then lowered herself onto the leather-padded booth beside him, feigning a stifled yawn.
"Did you sleep well, Carol?" Jean asked, welcoming the presence of her friend and hoping to change the trend of the conversation. She set a saucer and cup before the raven-haired girl, filling it with steaming coffee.
"Like a log," the vivacious brunette answered, already vowed that she would say nothing of her midnight visitor. God, how could she ... even if she wanted to? After the way she had seduced him ... actually sucked his beautiful dog-cock? A tiny shiver of lewd delight at the memory caused her to visibly tremor, and Jean said:
"Are you cold, darling ...?"
"What ... cold ...? Oh ... no, no, not really," Carol answered with a light laugh, consciously drawing her robe tighter around her throat.
"It's probably this mountain air," Jean said, her smoke-blue eyes intently searching those of her closest friend. She had detected something in the brunette's moment of trembling, not the quiver of her lissome young body as much as the almost erotic expression that had briefly sparkled in her dark revealing eyes, familiarity registering within Jean at the recognition. She swallowed and forced a smile, watching the other look away, as if avoiding her discerning stare. M-My God ... was it possible ...?
"Well, tell me about your exploits, Darling?" Carol was saying to her husband, purposely shying from Jean's perceptive gaze. The way she had seemed to look right into her very soul for one brief instant! Damn, had she given herself away ...? "And toss me one of your cigarettes ..."
"Not much to tell, Baby. Except for old Mark's insistence, I'd still have to call the whole story a lot of blarney. All we did was ride around town, and meet an ugly bastard named Link Morgan, who did nothing for my appetite," her husband replied, passing her a cigarette and lighting it.
"Speaking of appetites, how's breakfast coming, Jean?" Mark questioned his blonde-haired young wife who had returned to the stove. "I've got some things I have to do this morning."
"In a minute, honey," she answered, her back to him, and trying to keep this newly added tension from her voice. Her small, slender hands trembled as she broke the eggs into the frypan, her brain racing in a flusteration that bordered on rank jealousy. My God, she had to get a hold of herself! She was judging others by her own lurid acts ... yet, he could've come to her window as before ...!
Mark couldn't help but let his confused, tired eyes linger on the voluptuous rear view of Jean's loveliness that even her robe couldn't hide. Christ, he thought, that a goddanmed vicious dog could come between them was absolutely insane! But he couldn't rid himself of the mental picture of her kneeling down slavishly on all fours, bent before the wild canine bastard fucking her from behind, and she thrusting her beautiful, naked ass back at his fucking animal-cock! She'd sucked him though ... practically drawn the lining right out of his balls ... but would she have done it if that weird sonofabitch hadn't been lacing her out of her mind with his huge driving prick? Shit, he couldn't think straight; he was too frigging tired. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in days ... ever since ...
"What about the girl who was raped?" Carol was asking Steve. "Didn't the doctor say that the sperm found inside her was definitely animal?"
"That's what Mark says. I haven't talked to him ... or to anyone really, only Morgan, the Chief of Police."
"Well, isn't she his niece?" Carol pursued, catching a sidelong glance of Jean at the stove and wondering if she'd quelled any questioning thoughts her close-friend might be entertaining. Of course, she could always concoct some sort of story to cover if Jean suspected something. Certainly, she'd never believe the truth even if she told it! Who would ... a wild sixty-nine orgy with a dog ...!
"... She's his niece, and Doc Emory did confirm the animal sperm," Mark was saying in a near-aggravated voice. "There's no question about the authenticity of the animal, or the rape ... or any of the rest of it," he added, looking up at Jean as she spatuled fried eggs onto their plates. "Is there, Jean darling ...?"
Carol looked up to see her friend's eyes avoiding her handsome new husband's intent glare. Momentarily, they glanced at her, as if in sympathetic understanding. "No," Carol watched her mouth form the word. "No ... there's absolutely no doubt about any of it!"
Chapter 3
Mark welcomed the sanctity of his patrol car, the breakfast and hot coffee doing much to restore his energy. Damn, if he could just find it in his heart to forgive his young wife, Jean ... but Christ, he couldn't ... couldn't! He'd never forget the goddamned wanton expression on her beautiful face when that wild sonofabitch accomplished what he'd yet been unable to do! The vicious brute had stolen her away from him right then and there, though Mark knew she'd probably deny it to her dying day! There was only one way; he had to kill the raping bastard ... and even that wasn't going to make her forget him!
Irately, the uniformed deputy sheriff slammed the gears through their cycle, forcing his mind to concentrate on other immediate issues at hand. As much as he had his own personal problems, of which the wild-dog pack was playing an unbelievable part, there were other local matters to be looked to, especially the area's drug trouble. The high-school was seemingly saturated with it, and Link Morgan had done nothing concerning the three teenaged pushers Mark had picked up and turned over to the police chief. Though Mark tried never to draw obvious conclusions, Morgan's laxity in bringing the three before the county judge for indictment, plus his refusal to discuss the matter, underscored what he'd feared all along. He hated to believe it, but more and more it began to look as if Link was the supplier behind the young pushers, though to prove the matter might be next to impossible in Crescent Valley.
The police chief had the Newells on his side ... good old venomous Lydia and her father, and who would buck Aaron Newell ... even with him somewhere overseas. On top of that, Mark had already made an unaffordable enemy in the beautiful, auburn-haired whiplash of a daughter who had laid claim to him years back. But what else could he have done only spurn those big, lusty green-eyes? He'd come back to the valley from L.A. married and head-over-heels in love with Jean. His affair with Lydia, which had never been anything more than a lurid diet of sexual variety, was over! Hell, there'd never been any future in it from the beginning. There was no place for him in the wealthy Newell circle. It had always been his stud value, and he'd never tried to fool himself on that score. But Lydia didn't like her playthings taken from her, and she'd made that well known to him several days before. How had she so daintily put it ...? "You ... you sonofabitch ... goddamn you, Mark Blakely! I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your nuts...!"
Mark's keen, but tired mind diligently worked as he drove, passing the high school and making the proper turns which the long, chestnut-haired Annie Purcell would take in her walk toward the granite-piled structure. He wasn't quite clear in his mind what value would come out of a chat with her, but she'd always been an amiable girl, talkative and eager, and she undoubtedly had at least been exposed to the pot-traffic at school. Anyway, he had to start somewhere, and he'd promised Steve that he'd try to get him an interview with her.
His mind was again reverting to chafingly jealous thoughts of Jean and Caesar when he saw the attractive brown-eyed teenager a half-block from her Uncle's house on Cypress street, the warm curves to her shapely young legs first catching his eye, then the miniskirt and white pullover she wore. Drawing closer, he realized that she was obviously braless ... the new revolutionary thing ... her full, youthful breasts doing an arousing sashay to her every bouncing step. Christ, school had changed since his day. He swallowed, wondering if maybe he shouldn't wait ...
She saw him and waved. Mark smiled back, responsively easing the Sheriff's car to the curb and stopping, making no motions toward her, yet she swerved from the sidewalk to come and talk with him.
"Hi, Mark.. . I-I mean Mr. Blakely ... going toward school?" she greeted and asked in one breath, her young white teeth glistening with her smile.
"Y-Yes ... as a matter of fact, I am," he stammered, her accidental use of his first name surprising him. In the past, it had always been Mr. Blakely. "Come on, I'll drive you ... I wanted to talk to you anyway," he added with a little smile of his own. "Ooohhh ...?" he heard her pleasant girlish voice questioningly fade as she unhesitantly circled the car, that too astonishing him. They had never been that close, though his uniform would probably reassure her. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, making none of the usual demure efforts toward covering her youthfully rounded thighs with the brevity of her mini-skirt. "It's not very often that I get picked up by the handsomest man in town," she said with a light, flirtish air, the pleasing scent of fragrant soap reaching him.
Mark uncontrollably grinned as he glided the automobile back into motion, her less than naive coquettishness giving him another start that he hadn't been prepared for. He'd naturally had some experience with these teenaged girls in the course of his official capacity, but he doubted that he'd ever quite get with their casual disregard for the teasingly provocative sexiness they exuded. It was difficult to believe they were unaware of their ripened young charms, though he'd never thought of Annie along those lines, and it suddenly occurred to him that he was either getting old, or blind ... or was it that she'd abruptly grown up when he wasn't looking ...?
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" Annie questioned, purposely twisting in the seat so that she faced him, her young sheeningly encased legs nearly touching at the knees, her fully rounded thighs knowingly revealed to him. She saw his handsome, greyish-eyes magnetically rake over them, and a little'quiver of excitement fluttered through her.
"I ah ... I have a friend here ... a writer who'd like to interview you, Annie," he clumsily managed, gluing his eyes to the street ahead with the sight of her curvaceous young thighs mentally branded in his mind. Christ...! "Name's Steve Foster and he writes for a national magazine ...!"
"About the dog ... Caesar ... that night?" she quickly responded, her teenaged, dark eyes innocently absorbing him. "Is that what he wants to know about?"
Mark again swallowed, this time more tightly. "Ah ... yes, he wants to do an article on the wild-pack, Annie ... but that isn't what I wanted to talk to you about ... though I'd welcome anything you have to add to that night ..."
"Oh, there's nothing more. I've told everything. He did it ... you know... screwed me, that's all," Annie replied with an outward naivete, her choice of lewd words causing the flesh of his balls to creep! "Well ... nearly all ... That is, there's one thing that I haven't told anyone, Mr. Blakely, but ... but I know I can tell you."
He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Wh-What's that, Annie?" he managed, not daring to look her way and be webbed by those luscious young thighs again.
"Well ... at first I tried to fight him," she said, speaking in a childishly soft, sultry voice that he could never know she had painstakingly rehearsed before a mirror. But then, she excitedly thought, there had been many things that had happened to her since Caesar, hadn't there? And Uncle Link had introduced her to them all ... or nearly all ... "At first I did ... until I realized that it was no use, and then ... then, I gave up! I-I let him do it ... even helped by pushing myself back at him! D-Does that make me sound like some sort of d-depraved girl, myself? I-I mean ... the way some people look at me ..."
Christ almighty, Mark thought, driving right past the high school toward the Ranch Road; he was getting a gnawing hard-on at the sound of her voice and the lewd story she was telling him. He couldn't help but think of his own wife, Jean, naked and kneeling before the huge german shepherd, and the brute's thrusting cock driving her right out of her skull! Shit, could this inexperienced teenaged girl be expected to do less?
"Listen," he hoarsely rasped, forcing the unwanted memories of his young wife and the mounted dog ramming his feral animal-cock up between the smooth grinding cheeks of her naked buttocks from his mind! "Listen, there's no one in this town who can look down on you, Annie! You put that right in the forefront of your mind, eh? Try to understand that these are uneducated, almost ignorant folk who don't know any better. They're not really to blame ... anymore than you were for what happened!"
"I-I've tried that, Mr. Blakely," she softly replied, gazing downward toward her candidly exhibited legs in an accomplished gesture, fiery sensations already tingling hotly through her at the sudden realization of their being out on the Ranch Road and well passed the school! It ... it could happen ... if she were clever enough! But God ... did she dare? Mark Blakely ... wow, he was so handsome ...! "Honest ... I've tried ... even thought of them not knowing any better ... ignorant, as you say, but ..." she looked up at him, her flashing dark eyes rounded in question, "but even uneducated people know about fucking, don't they ...?"
She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs, Mark headily reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, his swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front! Goddamn, what was he doing out here in the hills with her, anyway? He'd momentarily lost his head, that was what! The fresh young feminine fragrance of her, and her wide-eyed innocent use of lurid words, say nothing of the way she was displaying her thighs all the way up to her panties to him, had lustfully set his blood-thumping cock into doing his thinking for him! Shit, he must be growing more senile than old Granny Obert ... and he was in a thing over Jean's orgy with Caesar? What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but statutory rape! Goddamn ... he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenaged thighs ...!
"Well, don't they Mr. Blakely?" she persisted.
"Y-Yeah ... sure, Annie ... of course they know," he stammered, tearing his eyes from between her youthfully firm legs and beginning to look for a place to turn around. He had to get hold of himself! His resistance was at low-ebb from lack of sleep. His brain was grogged and his angered, slowly stiffening prick was lecherously attempting to make his decisions for him! Was that the way it'd been with Jeannie the first time ...? Christ, the narrow wisp of satiny whiteness caressing the fleshy swell between her rounded, full, young thighs was searingly imprinted in his roused brain! "D-Don't worry, it'll all work out for you, Honey ..."
Honey! He'd called her Honey ... and there was no doubt about that swelling in his pantleg and the way it'd jerked when she'd used the word, fucking! God, it looked as big, or bigger than Uncle Link's! Not that it mattered how big it was! She knew she'd love it inside her if it were no larger than her little finger! Mark Blakely ...! He was so handsome ... and her pussy was getting so tingly wet! How ... how was she going to manage it ...? She said: "Wh-What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" I'd tell you anything ... anything!"
Holy Christ, there wasn't any question, Mark's nearly exhausted intelligence screamed! She, this devilish little teenage pricktease, was laying it on the line before him! He couldn't help but think of Lydia Newell's flagrant lust that had been his real indoctrination! Damn, was Annie blindly gearing toward being another Lydia? He tried to think of his wife, Jeannie, anything that would restore a measure of needed reason, but the mere thought of his voluptuous, blonde bride brought Caesar into the mental picture, coupled to her with his huge, imbedded animal-cock, and a vengeful rage boiled inside him!
"W-What do you know about the pot in school?" he threw at her, almost hoping that she would get angry and bring the whole trouble-heading scene to an end right there.
"What do you want to know?" the teenager questioned, inching closer to him along the seat.
"The pushers... who are they?" Mark snapped.
"Leo Vincent, Corky and Billy White ... but they haven't been to school in a few days," she quickly answered. "No one's seen them ... like as if they disappeared."
Mark licked at his thin lips. They were the three he had picked up and turned over to Link Morgan. "Has the traffic died down?"
"It's dead, Mr. Blakely. You can't buy a joint at school right now," she answered, slowly slipping her arm around the back-rim of his seat as she slithered tightly against him.
"Who's the source ... do you know?" he managed, sensing the warm weight of her arm behind him and the delicate play of her fingers at the back of his neck. Jesus Christ, he'd been so right ... so right! She was offering all that ripe, youthful loveliness to him to fuck right now if he wanted it!
Annie swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum. She knew ... yes, she knew ... and she'd barter the information for his making love to her if it were necessary! But ... but Uncle Link would kill her if he ever found out! He would ... he'd kill her for even thinking of taking her panties off for his enemy, Mark Blakely! It wasn't the same as before she'd begun to incestuously sleep with him; she hardly had any privacy or secrets anymore. He made her suck him every night before he ate her pussy and fucked her, and he never forgot to tell her that he'd skin her alive if she made a mistake ...!
"l-I can't tell you that, Mark!" she hoarsely exclaimed. "Please... please don't ask me! J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Blakely please? I-It isn't easy being me right now ... little Annie Purcell ... the sweet young girl that, that dog, Caesar, raped ... with everyone in the Valley looking down at me ..."
Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her self-pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly impulsive statement: "Damnit, I told you about these ignorant yokels! What do you think they'd say if they knew that goddamned wild brute had fucked my wife ... and more than once, too?"
Annie gaped at his tormented, handsome profile. "Y-You're kidding ... you're kidding me ... Mr. Blakely!" she tremored; his own use of the wild-word hotly inciting her.
"I wish to hell I were!" he choked, swinging into the mouth of a dirt lane that led to a deserted quarry and coming to a skidding halt. He rammed the gears into reverse, then turned to gape at inch-distance into the attractive young face crowding his. "I sure wish to hell I were, Annie ... but I'm not! It's true, and everytime I think of it I'm ready to flip!"
"Wait ... don't back up!" the long-haired teenager pleaded in a throaty whisper. "Please, Mr. Blakely ... don't back up ... Keep going ... drive up into the quarry ..." she hissingly pleaded, her sweet young breath hot against his cheek. And then he felt her other small hand's electrifying contact with the tensed muscle of his thigh, beginning to caress warmly as it moved with pointed intention toward the jerking rod of hardness straining at his pants front! "Maybe I can make you feel better ... ease the ache inside you, ... at least ... draw the fire out of this for you ...!"
"Christ!" he lurchingly swore to the hot, encircling pressure of her small palm and fingers suddenly grasping the thickened hardness of his throbbing cock inside his pants. "D-Do you know what you're saying ... doing, Annie?" he rasped at her, his fired brain spinning like the vanes on a windmill, while her delicate young hand began to knowingly trace the outline of his long rigid prick with unbelievably skilled fingers!
"Yes ... yes, of course I know, Mr. Blakely! Can't you tell by my hand on your cock ...?" she lewdly whispered, then possessively clutched it as she pressed forward, crushing the resilient young flesh of one full, bra-less breast against his tensed arm and kissed his cheek with warm, wet lips. "Please, Mr. Blakely ... please? Do it to me ... I want you to! Fuck me ... do anything you want to me ... just let me make you happy ...!"
He couldn't have moved at that moment had he wanted to! Her lithe, young body hotly pressed against him, her yielding, teenaged breast searing the muscled-flesh of his arm right through his shirt-sleeve, but it was her youthful little hand caressing his throbbing cock that was tearing him up inside! Her lustful plea with its lewd words screamed in his tired skull and he knew he was rapidly losing any resistance to her that he might have had! Still, he made one last effort ...
"Damnit, Annie ... I can't! You're just a ... a child ... a little girl for Christ's sake ...!"
"Oh God!" the chestnut-haired teenager gasped, suddenly grasping his big hand in the small one that had been eagerly stroking his thickly pulsating hardness. She'd never accept no for an answer now! She was so hot and wet between her legs! Excitedly, she guided his strong hand to the naked smooth flesh beneath her sweater, until the tiny hardened nipple of one full rounded young breast was pressing into its palm! Then she sensually whispered: "Does that feel like a little girl's tit to you, Mr. Blakely?"
"Christ!" he choked, stalling the car as he twisted in the seat to pull her tightly against him, his mouth finding her lushly opened young lips and his tongue thrusting hotly between them! Shit, he was lost! He was going to fuck her if it meant twenty-years in prison! He couldn't help himself, he knew as he squeezed and kneaded the firmly overflowing flesh of her warm, teenaged breast in his lecherously working hand! But goddamn, he better get off this well-traveled road before someone came along and saw them ...!"
* * *
Someone had already seen them, but Mark Blakely had no way of knowing that.
Lydia Newell sat beautifully astride the big bay, enjoying her morning ride as she skirted the perimeter of the A and B's vast south range following the canyon-rim trail that afforded a panoramic view of the entire valley. She saw his patrol car, recognizing it from its black and white markings.
A sensation of excitement rippled through her, quickly followed by another of dismay at the thought of the distance separating them. By horse-trail, he was at least six-miles off ... unless he doubled back along the old range-road! If he did, she could easily intercept him near the creek ... and that could prove damned interesting. She might even forgive him for his bastardly trick the other day of just cumming in her mouth and leaving her unsatisfied down between her legs, providing he was properly sorry and took good care of her today. God knows, she could certainly stand a goodly piece of her ex-lover's viriley-hardened cock this morning ... or any morning for that matter!
She reined the bay to a halt and pulled field-glasses from the saddle-bag she always carried. And then a further feeling of disappointment gnawed at her belly as she saw his patrol car turn into the entranceway of the old quarry road and stop. He was turning around ... Damn him ...!
The stately, auburn-haired girl fixed the glasses to her eyes and adjusted them. She could make-out Mark inside, but not too distinctly. Damn! He wasn't alone ... there was a girl with him! Frantically, she adjusted and re-adjusted the glasses, but as powerful as they were, she couldn't identify the girl's features ... only that the two of them were suddenly embracing, and she didn't have Jean Blakely's honey-blonde hair!
The sonofabitch! The car was moving, but not turning around! He was heading toward the old quarry, another mile on top of the half-dozen that separated them! Damn him ... goddamn her, whoever she was ... and little Lydia was going to find that out, even if she had to watch for them coming back ...!
* * *
Mark had given up all effort toward fighting the lecherous drive eating heatedly at his churning loins. He found a parking place between the excavated pit-wall and dilapitated stone-crusher, backing into it, quickly cutting the car's engine then grasping and pulling Annie to him. She whimpered as he ran his hungry hand beneath her sweater, hotly clutching at the resilient young flesh of her naked breasts, his open mouth glued to hers, their wet, simmering tongues darting and lashing in mounting sexual fervency.
"Oh Christ, Annie ... this is wrong ... crazy!" he hissed, holding her tightly to him while his big hand continued to the swollen warm flesh of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny, hardened buds of their marble-like nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them again and again to make her gasp into his mouth as he wetly tongue-fucked into it. Then, panting like the satyr he felt he was, he raised his head and gaped down into her enticing young face. "But I don't give a goddamn ... not if you don't, Honey! If my wife can let a dog fuck her, then I can fuck you can't I ...?"
"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Blakely darling!" the teenager passionately moaned, clinging tightly to him. "You can do anything you want to me ... or tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you ... let it cum all up in my mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, Lover! Anything, Mark ... only don't make me wait any longer! Let's ... let's get naked ... I want to see your cock!"
In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching the voluptuous teenaged girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater from her lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, white young breasts in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen cock to jerk achingly in his pants. Their tiny, cherry-like nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds of silk-smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied stripping away of her clothing.
He watched the tiny skirt disappear, then her panty-hose, and finally the wispy nylon bikini panties that unveiled the sparsely growing curls of her young teenage pussy-lips, the most lust-enticing sight he could ever remember gaping at. She started to move toward him, her dark young eyes hungrily fastened on his towering, rock-hard cock, but he held out his hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft give of her full, sensuously formed breast.
"I want to hold it, kiss it ... suck it, Mr. Blakely!" the naked young girl hotly whimpered as he pressed her backward until she was lying back against the corner of the back of the seat and the door, one foot up on the cushion, the other on the floor. Her curvaceous, smooth young legs were lewdly spread open to him, the whiteness of her full, rounded thighs and belly contrasted by the dark silken curls of her sparsely curling pubic hair! He could readily see the thin pink crevice her blood-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, his aching cock responsively jerking upward with an almost painful series of throbs at the lust-whetting sight!
Go on, Jean, fuck your cheatin' little cunt back at the sonofabitch! If that's what you want, fuck your ass back at him 'till you whelp like a bitch! he insanely balanced. And this is what I'll do ...
"Oh ... oh Mr. Blakely, lover!" Annie moaned, clutching at his head as he lurched forward between her widespread, warmly trembling young thighs, feeling his lifting of her legs and drawing them back for him to give him the greater access to her naked cunt that she knew he wanted. She stroked at his tousled hair, sensing his hands wedging beneath the rounded moons of her taut young buttocks and drawing her further down the seat, his handsome face suddenly nuzzling into the wet, fire-filled intimacy of her eager loins!
Christ! The sweet, fresh youthful aroma of it alone was enough to make him cum, Mark inwardly reasoned, staring lecherously at the bewitching spectacle of her snugly clenching little cuntal lips and the lustrous dark curl of thinly sprouting pubic hair encircling it! He moved closer, thrust out his tongue and drew it slipperily from the base of her tightly clasping pussy-slit up to the very tip of her excitedly jerking clitoris, spreading open the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the intricate, naked flesh of her sensitive inner-secrets with satyrical aggressiveness.
"Oh ... ooohhhhhhh God!" Annie groaned sensually, her whole youthfully excited body nakedly trembling beneath his erotically flicking tongue. "Darling! Ooohhh ... you're wonderful! Yess . . do it! Eat my cunt, Mr. Blakely! Ooohhh ... I want to suck your cock while you lick me there ... swallow your cum ... please ... please turn around for me ...!"
Her unbelievable, wanton plea scraped and lashed at his lust-governed brain, and as much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her teenaged throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several more times through the hot, wet deliciousness of her hungrily clenching young cunt, then raised up over her, crawling intentionally forward. "Another time, Baby ... not today! I'm going to fuck you ... so reach down between your legs and put it where it belongs! Mr. Blakely's going to fuck you now, Annie!"
"Ooohhh ... yesss ... all right, darling, whatever you say!" the whimpering teenager passionately moaned. "Fuck me, Mr. Blakely, darling ... fuck me good!" she hissed, grasping the length of his probing cock down between them and seating it's swollen head at the tiny pulsating lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do it ... do it, Mark! Fuck me 'till I scream ... please!"
* * *
The bay was tiring. She'd pushed the beast too far, especially on an uncertain, downhill trail. She should have ridden the sorrel, he was a much surer-footed animal on this type of terrain. But then, she hadn't expected to catch her ex-lover in a clandestine encounter, had she? The sonofabitch! The way he'd walked away from her after she'd sucked him off! Professing deep love for that simple-headed, little blonde haired wife of his! And here he was out in the hills with some other cunt! Damn her soul! Who could it be? She had to know ... because no one took a girl into the old quarry like he had, unless he was going to fuck her! Oh, the pretentious bastard! He was going to pay for this, and so was his blonde little lovely bride, but she had to know who the girl with him was ... had to!
"Goddamn you, Dante, move ... move!" Lydia snapped, gouging her spurs into the big animal's flanks and causing it to buckingly react. "Move, you sonofabitch!" she spat, viciously yanking the reins as they moved down the slope. "I want to see the face of that bitch with him ...!"
* * *
Mark had no more than wormed his long, thick length of hardened cock-flesh into the tight wet sleeve of her hotly clutching pussy-channel when the curvaceous teenager began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath him, obscenely thrusting her smooth rounded young hips and buttocks up at his impaling cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and gasping little cries! "Oh God ... oh God ... oh God!" she moaned, heaving her young delectable loins in an immediate fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering into her tightly clinging cunt. "Oh Darling, it's so big ... it fills my hot little hole right up to my belly! Aaahhhh ... give it to me ... Mr. Blakely! Fuck me hard with it! Yesss ... like that ... ooohhh, I want to see ...! I want to see ...!"
Shit, he was going to go right out of his goddamned head! The flaming velvety flesh of her childish vagina was wetly grasping and nursing his aching hardness like a gripping butter-coated hand, the frenzy of their fucking filling the car with flat fleshy slapping sounds! From the very first stroke, he felt his sperm-coated balls thudding hard down against her tiny, puckered anus as they wedged between the ovaled white moons of her wide-spread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself to allow her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes fixing on her firm, teenaged breasts that were quivering like some delicious, white gelatinous substance with his every jarring fuck up into her! She raised her head and gaped down between them as did he, the sight of his long, thick cock moistly vanishing inside the wide stretched, curl-ringed mouth of her young pink cunt causing her to gasp out in sensual desire!
"Oh ... oohhh ... I'm going to cum, Mr. Blakely! Yesss ... cummmmiinnngg ...!" she wailed, wrapping her smooth, naked legs around his back and spiraling her quivering young cuntal muscles up onto his charging cock like an acrobat shinnying a pole!
Wildly, she fucked and squealed beneath him, her voluptuous young-girl body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding, naked flesh clinging as if she were welded to him! Chrisi, he couldn't stop now! He hoped she'd understand ... not go into some up-tight fit because she'd cum ... and then she half-screamed:
Mark felt her long, young nails gouging the hard flesh of his arms, shoulders and ribs as she trembled and spasihed around the length of his aching, buried cock plunging into the receptive, wet hole between her wide-spread, teenaged legs! Once more, she let out a banshee-like cry and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, she was a real nympho! No doubt about it, he thought wildly! The luscious little bitch was a nympho ...! Go ahead, Jeannie, get fucked by your goddamned Caesar ... or any other dog you take a notion to! I'll take this little wanton nympho to even the score! Go ahead... go ahead ...!
Lustfully, he looked down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see the hot, pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the moistly glistening hardness of his pistoning cock when he fucked back out of her! Christ, it was like pink, delicately spun sugar-candy sucking hungrily at his heavily veined shaft of long, thick rigidity, the silken, hair-fringed mouth of her youthful little pussy-hole feverishly clenching it and holding it deep up inside her! Like the lecher he knew that he was, Mark fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid delicacy of her young, tender belly eagerly swallowing the turgid head of his pulsing cock! She whimpered, but never pulled away from him even a fraction as he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes into her lasciviously upthrusted, young cunt!
"Oh God, Mr. Blakely ... darling ... lover ... we'll do this again, won't we?" Annie whimpered. "Again and again? Ooohhh ... you fuck into me so wonderful! I love you! Oooohhh . . I've got to suck it ... taste your cum, Darling! Oooohhhh Godddd, I'm going to again ... yesss ... nowwwww!"
Insanely, she clung to him, her curvaceous teenaged legs locked tightly with her ankles up over his back, her youthful loins smacking fleshily up against his as she undulated wildly her smoothly grinding hips and buttocks, making her cuntal-channel wetly massage his burning hard cock in a lewd, salacious churning act that caused his cum-filled balls to signal the end!
"Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ! I ... I'm going toooo ...!"
Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her small hands pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him!
"No! No, God ... not this way! Please ...?" she pleaded, her youthful strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked young cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the car seat! "Crawl up over me, Mr. Blakely! I want it in my mouth! Shoot it in my mouth, Darling! I want to suck it ... swallow it ... please ...?"
Mark didn't struggle, but let her manipulate him above her until he was practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her young resilient tits, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated vat of his balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his jerking cock back into her anyplace! Almost frenziedly, she grasped its thick, moistened base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled lips up over the swollen, purplish head that was still glistening wetly from her cuntal secretions! Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion arose in her throat, vibrating the length of his long, impatiently jerking hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it! She cupped his jism-filled balls in her small, hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head movement, making him wildly understand what she wanted!
"Oh shit!" Mark choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck in and out of the hot, moist shelter of her hungrily enveloping young mouth! "Suck it, you luscious little cunt! Suck it ... suck it hard ... and any second now ... it's going to fill that soft warm belly of yours with a big flood of cum ...!"
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Annie passionately moaned in her obscenely positioned nakedness, eagerly massaging and milking his heavy sperm-bloated balls with her youthfully clutching hands as she tried to work his thickly pistoning cock further and further into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat!
And then, it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her swollen young breasts with his lewdly churning ass-cheeks, and watching the pink inner-flesh of her lushly ovalled lips clinging hotly to his moving cock when he withdrew it from her mouth in the backstroke. Then suddenly, in the midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into his rectum all the way to the palm of her hand! "Oh Christ!" he gasped and swore when she began to expertly rotate it around inside and massage the sensitive, rubbery depth "Ooooohh ... that did it, Baby ... I'm cummmmniiinnggg ...! Suck it hard you cocksucking little bitch!"
Mark writhed his hips furiously, watching her pretty young cock-contorted face, the lips sucking slavishly, his cock hardening ever greater with the presence of the needle-like stream of white hot sperm rushing the full length of it!
It burst as the young girl beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent tasting cum, flooding deep into her impatiently waiting mouth and throat! She felt her cheeks ballooning and contracting almost to the bursting point as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips tightly around his spasming hardness and sucking furiously, while his massive resevoir of wetly gushing cum continued to squirt down into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face harder up onto his wildly spewing prick!
The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it would be, and at the first hot pungent taste of his love-juice her own climax had been triggered again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her insatiably jerking loins and belly! And then, his wonderful cock began to grow limp in her still hungrily sucking little mouth, until gradually there remained nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them.
Breathing heavily, Mark climbed off of her obscenely sprawled young nakedness, the sight of her lush teenaged lips and chin glistening with the warm, wet whiteness of his sperm sending a contemptible wave of self-loathing surging through him for what he had done to the young high school girl. But to Annie, who was slowly raising herself up in the seat, her young eyes lovingly fixed on the naked, handsome lover beside her, there was only wonder ... if and how soon could she make it happen with Mr. Blakely again ...!
Chapter 4
In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Lydia Newell wasted no time in reaching the Crescent Valley Police Chief by telephone. Nor did she mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his "little whore niece!"
"What the hell, Lydia, I-I can't believe it!" Link Morgan stammered in immediate jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while lecherously contemplating the tightly rounded, naked young ass of his dead sister's daughter whom he'd so patiently been schooling in the sinful skills of incestuous sex. The jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when Aaron Newell's fire-eating daughter bitterly unloaded on him! Goddamn, he couldn't believe it ... Annie and Mark Blakely ...? The little two-timing hot-box.
"Y-You're sure, girl ... I mean ...?"
"Don't show your stupidity, Morgan! I don't make mistakes! You ought to know that!" she gnashed into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk the receiver away. "I saw when they went in, then left the old quarry ... and I doubt like hell that they were hunting for fossils! But that's neither here nor there! You listening ...?"
"Y-Yeah, sure, Lydia! I'm hearing every word!" the red-faced police officer obediently replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the thoughts of what he would do to the unthankful little cunt for this! And Blakely, the sonofabitch, he'd hang him in the bargain ...!
"I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered. "We're doing this my way, just as we planned! Understand?"
"Right, right ... your way, Lydia," Morgan quickly agreed, though his own vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten. "Just name the time ..."
"Tonight, if I can inveigle Jean Blakely out here to the ranch ... and unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her words reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Blakely's balls tacked right up over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?"
"Right ... I know! You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own.
"I better be able to! Get the camera equipment ready, and don't forget ... the acid, eh?" she schemingly reminded. "We'll catch the whole scene on film, then select after ... but remember, keep my face out of it, Buster! Do what ever you want with the rest of me."
"Right," Link said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. "Don't worry, Honey, they'll be pictorial gems ..."
"Okay, okay ... I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you and verify that it's on ... and don't come out here staven drunk," the valley's richest and most powerful bachelorette warned. "Or I might just have two pair of balls hanging over my bed...!"
* * *
Steve was up for lunch, then away on his quest for story material, leaving Jean and Carol to rattle uneasily around the small house. Both girls sensed the unwanted strain between them, but neither could put a finger on the actual crux of the other's reasoning. While Mark, who had come home shortly before noon in a miserable, untalkative mood, slept in the guest-room, the once inseparable girls attempted to patiently overcome the secretive barrier which had pitted them against one another. Though they both unwittingly shared the identical, sensuous desire for Caesar's animal-affections, neither could openly admit to it for what each felt were obvious, debasing reasons. Instead, they drank coffee, warmly fumbling through memories and people from times passed, while their young female brains privily filled at every chance with thoughts and reveries of their incredible dog-lover.
Once, Jean in her flusterated jealousy, had been sorely tempted to come right out with it! She just had to know if her wild darling had come looking for her last night! But just as she was about to broach the question, the telephone intervened, and Carol, dreadingly suspecting a prying interrogation from her dearest friend, had welcomed the interruption with a sigh of relief. In fact, while Jean talked, the raven-haired girl had risen from the couch and poured herself a cognac from the cocktail table ...
"I ... I don't know what you mean," Jean was saying into the phone, her apparently troubled words reaching Carol as she recapped the bottle, then tugged the hem of her sweater down over her slacks. There was a tightness in Jean's voice that her friend readily recognized, the latter returning to the davenport as she listened intently, yet really not meaning to eavesdrop ...
"... About Mark, you say ...? What about him, Miss Newell ...? All right, then Lydia, but we've never met ... I see ... Yes, it's quite obvious what you're implying, but I don't think I'm inter ... You're not being very nice! ... Yes, yes, she's the Chief of Police's niece ... I don't believe it! ... This ... this morning ...? ... That doesn't mean that they ...! ... Well ... what time? ... The A and B on the Ranch Road, isn't it? ... All right ... what time, again? Eight ... Yes ... I promise, I won't tell a soul ... but you better be damned well right, Miss Newell ...!"
Carol sipped at her cognac. Something was definitely not right, and it certainly had to do with Mark. The expression on Jean's face as she recradled the telephone would have portrayed that had she not overheard the one-sided conversation. Ordinarily, Carol thought, she could and would put forth the questioning probe; they had always been that close. But after the thing both of them had been carefully weathering all morning, how could she?
Jean returned to the couch forcing a strained, pinched smile. "Lord, I'm sorry, Carol, but I have an overlooked engagement this evening. These small towns," she managed, nervously picking up her coffee-cup. "If it isn't a school thing, the local Woman's Club manages to get some fund raising program going, and of course because of Mark's position, I'm always expected to attend."
"I understand, Dear," Carol sympathised. "I just poured myself a cognac. Would you like one?"
"Yes ... yes, I think I need something," Jean replied, her mind filled with Lydia Newell's shocking conversation, though she didn't believe a word of the girl's accusation concerning Mark and Annie Purcell that very morning! But what else had she meant by "choice information relative to your husband"? God, the wealthy girl's spiteful tone had actually unnerved her!
That Mark had undoubtedly had some sort of love-life before their hasty courtship and marriage came as no surprise to Jean, and it may well have been with Lydia Newell ... but little, teenaged Annie Purcell ...? She couldn't believe that ...
"Wh-What ...? I'm sorry Carol, I wasn't listening," the young blonde wife startledly responded. "What did you say ...?"
"I asked if you'd like some water with this cognac, Honey?"
"No ... no thank you ... I'll pour it into my coffee," Jean said, leaning forward and offering a smile. "Coffee royale ... I love them, don't you?"
Slowly, Carol re-approached the couch, then lowered herself, adding the cognac to Jean's coffee. "Maybe ... maybe, you'd like me to go along with you tonight, Honey ... you know, so that you can get away early ..."
"No! No ... That is, it's one of those personal invitation affairs, Carol," Jean, with her forced little smile, advised. "I'm terribly sorry to walk off on you like this, but I don't know what else I can do, Darling ..."
"I understand, Jean. Don't worry about Steve and me. We'll be here when you get back," Carol assured, patting her friend's hand. "Just ... just don't be too long."
"Oh, I won't ... I won't ..."
Chapter 5
Jean could cry. Mark had left the house without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Lydia Newell's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Annie Purcell that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity ... but not even a word! She'd never seen him so close-mouthed, so guiltily ignoring her!
The lovely, honey-blonde young wife could hardly believe it when he'd slammed the bedroom door between them, his heavy footfalls pounding along the hallway until the outside house-door closed and his patrol car started up! Dear God, what would Carol and Steve think ...? And then she remembered that she didn't have to worry about them, they'd gone out for dinner.
Well, she could be thankful for that, at least. The unexplainable shame of their strained marriage after only two-months would be unbearable! At first, she'd felt certain that his embittered attitude had been because of her uncontrollable, wanton orgy with Caesar, but after listening to Lydia Newell and the way he had stormed out on her, she was no longer so sure. Even so, and regardless of what he'd done, didn't he realize that she would forgive him? God, she loved him so much ... but ... but she loved her Caesar, too ...!
Confused and nearly in tears, Jean dressed. She hardly knew what Lydia Newell expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go ... had to know more no matter how horrible it would be ... and she dressed accordingly, the striking Lydia Newell's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her mind: "It's time you learned a few things about your handsome husband, Jean darling... and don't tell a soul that you're coming here ...!"
What else could she do but agree? Nor had she broken her word. Though she couldn't quite understand the insistence for such sworn secrecy, Lydia's emphasis of it had, and was, almost clamily intriguing her. What more could the wealthy girl add to what she'd already implied that demanded such a furtive meeting? God ... had she made some horrible mistake in marrying Mark ... and even if she had, what could she do? She loved him so much... so much ...!
* * *
After she'd securely concealed Link Morgan in his strategic spot in her bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing little sugar-cube on the serving tray, Lydia Newell entered the luxuriously furnished front-room of their ranch house with an almost evil, lust-tugging smile playing about her sensual mouth. It had occurred to her that Jean Blakely did ... actually did! The voluptuous blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate at college ... resembled her to a striking T! And what erotic hours they had spent together! Of course, Ann had been made-to-order lesbian material from her parental situation, but who was to say this gorgeous creature was any different? God, wouldn't that be an unexpected pleasure though! Actually, the tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether she knowingly, or unknowingly, acknowledged them; the acid, with proper suggestiveness, would quickly bring them to the surface! Damn, it'd been a long time since she'd enjoyed those intoxicating games, hadn't it? The idea was more than slightly invigorating, especially with it producing all the desired results she vindictively sought. One way or the other, she was going to have her "pound of flesh" this night!
The curvaceously shaped, auburn-haired girl in her braless, slack ensemble, was in the act of mixing herself a drink when the front bell rang. She smiled, placing the ice-cube filled glass onto the small bar and walked toward the door, enjoyably performing the task of the servants she had dismissed for the evening.
"Well ... hello, Jean ... please come in?" she warmly greeted the enthralling, shoulder-length, blonde-haired lovely in the black, mini-cocktail dress, her raking green-eyes immediately dropping from the revealing cleavage of smoothly firmed, white full breasts to the dark nylon-encased beauty of perfectly rounded, lush thighs that tapered downward toward exotic calves and enviable ankles. "I didn't expect that you'd dress so ... so enchantingly, Dear. You look absolutely stunning!"
"W-Well ... thank you," Jean, with widening eyes, replied, surprised at the other's generous compliments. "I wasn't sure whether you had mentioned dinner or ..."
"Come in and have a drink, Darling," Lydia expertly trimmed her partially asked question short, catching her arm with feminine gentleness and leading her into the vast livingroom toward a couch. "Here ... sit down, Honey. This is my favorite nook ... more intimate than the rest, I think. What will you have?"
"Oh ... oh, anything ..." Jean answered, carefully seating herself so that her knees were chastely touching, her revealed legs and outer thighs demurely at an angle. She watched the gracefully striking young woman glide away to the corner-bar. It was difficult for her to believe that only hours before, her hostess had almost knifingly insisted that this secret tete-a-tete be held. Appraisingly, Jean let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the other's appealing curves, noting the masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silverish, tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her ovaled, full sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according to their nipple-embossed flow of movement, were those of a girl who would look as well without, as with brazziere ... and that was a rarity.
"I prefer martinis this time of evening," Lydia was saying without glancing back at her. "And seeing you have no preference ... An olive, or lemon twist?"
"Fine ... either," Jean automatically responded, hardly knowing what she was saying as she tried to reason the meaning behind it all. Nothing was happening as she had anticipated.
"I know you're quite up-tight about our phone-conversation," Lydia said in a calculatedly disarming tone as she gracefully returned to the couch with their drinks, smiling and handing one to Jean before she eased downward onto the edge of the cushion. "I think such things are better done on a full stomach, Jean dear ... so let's have dinner first, just you and me, then talk." With that, she confidently added an additional lie: "I prepared it myself ... orange duck, and not very good, I'm afraid, but at least, private ... as this little get-together should be."
Jean sat forward, running her tiny tongue-tip over her lips nervously. "Just ... just what is this ... this little get-together all about, Lydia?"
Surprising Jean, the stunning aubum-haired girl lightly laughed, then charmingly arose to her feet. "Later, Darling ... Now, why don't you give me a hand in the kitchen? There's only the two of us tonight. Would you mind ...?"
Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, Jean gained her feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate kitchen, readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining table. Finally, they sat down at an intimate setting, eating scrumptiously, Jean thought, with the proper wines, the light conversation doing nothing but putting her at ease, and making her wonder if any of their intensive exchange on the telephone had ever taken place.
It wasn't until they were back in the livingroom over coffees and cognac, still enjoying a pleasant mood, that she came to know different.
"You'll want sugar, Darling," Lydia said. "It's a very strong expresso."
"All right, one ... just one, thank you. Ordinarily, I don't use any," Jean replied with a smile.
The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Lydia had been patiently guiding them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, lustful plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her sensuous young body. In keeping with the evening, she raised the demi-tasse cup and Jean responded, daintily sipping.
"So ... at last we come to the reason for our little party, Jean dear," the aubum-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. "It's always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each owes a certain honesty to the other regarding him. Don't you think so? I mean, today, Darling, it's become a recognized fact by we girls the necessity of banding together against the male beast, right?" She smiled warmly at her voluptuous companion who was properly balancing her little saucer and tasting from its miniature cup.
To that point, the curvaceous blonde's intrigued blue-eyes had been like innocent gems of concerned purity, Lydia evaluated, their almost virginal expression feeding her licentiously building hunger. You enticing little bitch! Your innocent, almost unfucked look is a bewitching fraud ... but it's going to make it all the more delightful ...!
She watched the unhidable flicker of apprehension reveal itself in their abrupt, uneased stare, but waited until the intoxicating creature perfunctorily sipped the last drop from her cup. Then, she said:
"I'm sure you must've considered that Mark had a love-life before he met you, Darling?"
"O-Of course ... he's not a child," Jean replied, a strange little tremor rippling over her. "But I can't believe that was why you were so insistent that I come here tonight ... to discuss my husband's old love-life ..."
"Old ...?" Lydia repeated the adjective with a smile. "You sound very much like a naive young wife, Jean. His little affair with Annie Purcell in the old quarry this morning doesn't sound like an 'old' love-life to me. Of course, I have no idea how long that's been going on ...!"
"I don't believe it, Lydia!" Jean defended, the bite to her tone automatic.
"Well, that's commendable of you, Darling, but not very smart," Lydia said, her avid green-eyes narrowing. "Suppose I should tell you that I too, have enjoyed his cock since you two have been married? Would you believe that?"
Whether it was what she'd said, or her casual use of the lewd four-letter word, Jean didn't know, but rather than the offended rage she should be feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on the erotic had incredibly fluttered through her! Something was not right in her head, but God knows, she couldn't reason what, nor why! The room itself had suddenly taken on intense hues, and the attractive face of the auburn-haired, green-eyed girl beside her seemed to have assumed a wavering, vision-like quality!
"... Yes, Jean darling ... you see, I've known Mark a long, long time," Lydia began to confidingly half-whisper, moving closer to the lovely blonde woman beside her. "We used to fuck every day ... but as you know by now, Mark's not at his best when he's fucking. I think eating cunt is probably his foremost love-making talent, don't you ... or hasn't he ever gotten down between your thighs and licked your pussy?"
Jean could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, sparkling lips slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewd words and deeds which were causing funny, butterfly-like sensations to increase inside her ...!
"... I usually sucked him ... I like to suck cocks, always and especially, Mark's!" Lydia excitedly continued. "It's so long and thick, isn't it, Jean dear? If only he could fuck you good with it. I mean, his cock is bigger than most I've had ... but maybe you've done better, Darling. Though, for me, swallowing Mark's thick hardness right down into my throat was always heaven! Even his cum tastes different ... more masculine and hot than most ... don't you agree, Honey ...?"
For a brief instant, Jean was aware of a desperation struggle taking place in the dazing recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of lewd verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous vacuum at the pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly. My God ... wh-what was happening to her ...?
"Really, Darling ..." Lydia's sultry voice danced around her ears and simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock? Can you now ...?"
In aroused confusion, Jean stared at the provocative smile on the vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Lydia's suggestion! Yes ... yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed from her hand, even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her!
"... Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good just once, Jeannie doll?" Lydia wantonly hissed. "I mean, all the way, Darling ... his thick cock thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a fountain ... wouldn't you Baby?"
"Oooohhh ... I ... I ... ooohhh Goddd!" Jean whimpered.
"Yessss ... I understand, Jeannie ... you're getting all hot and wet up between your legs," Lydia tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to brush her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh. "You know, Darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can think of ... like fuck, cunt and cocksuck ...! Go ahead, Baby, say them ... it'll make you feel better ...! Go ahead, don't be afraid ...! Cum, shit, cunt ...!"
"S-Suck ... fuck ... cock ... cunt, jism! Prick! Asshole!" Jean began, hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene words began to burningly scream in her brain as if crying for release. "Oh, my cunt is on fire! Yes ... yes ... Mark's big cock inside my pussy-hole ... in my mouth ... anyplace ...!"
"That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Lydia hotly rasped, smoothing her hand up over Jean's round little belly toward her fully, rising and falling breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, letting her fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white flesh of their exposed cleft. "Now, Lover, just think of your own tingling cunt ... the hot, wet pussy between your legs ... and mine ... so moist and excited between my legs ... and the delicious feel of a tongue ... my tongue seethingly licking your tiny clitoris ... and yours playing with mine ...! Isn't that a beautifully exciting thought, Jeannie baby? Isn't it?"
"Ooooohhh ... I ... I ... what's happening to me. L-Lydia ...?" Jean gaspingly whimpered, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious question her vision had lustfully put to her searing like a firebrand in her brain! Passionate sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled through Jean at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, passion-incited young body ...!
"Isn't it, Jean baby? Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that ...?"
"Oooohhh ... oohhhh yes ... yesss ... a tongue spreading my pussy hair and licking my cunt split ... and yours, Darling!" Jean uncontrollably gasped, her own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the nylon encased roundness of her smooth upper thighs.
"Then let's do it, Jean darling! Let's get all naked, then you can lie back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Lydia can lick it for you!" the vindictive, auburn-haired girl vengefully implanted, her eyes a green glow of lascivious triumph.
"Please ... please ... now ... I want to now, Lydia!" Jean writhingly whimpered, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender fingers attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon panties between her now, wantonly spread legs.
"Not here, Lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy ... and it'll be even better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it Baby?" Lydia couldn't help but taunt.
"Oh yes ... God, yess ... so much better ... because I'll cum ... I'll cummmmm ... and I have to cuummmm ... my Godddd ...!"
"Of course, you have to!" Lydia heatedly answered, rising to her feet and drawing the honey-blonde young wife willingly upright. Abruptly, she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, pressing Jean's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious warmth. "Kiss me, my little cunt!" Lydia aggressively demanded and Jean did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger ...!
* * *
It was not his uncanniness that led Caesar to the remote place where the young female of the sheep lived. He had lurked in the shadows of Crescent Valley throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one's shelter because he had not seen her the night before. An uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass barrier. The she-human which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed-she was not his chosen female! Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he remained close by to ascertain this.
Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town-lights, and then from a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! She, of the sheep! He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the destination before him.
With his stealthful, animal silence, Caesar moved in close, individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her ... and there he tensed like an immobile shadow to watch ...!
* * *
Jean felt as if she, too, were floating ... but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris! Oooohhh, she needed that ... yessss, warm clitoral love ... yet ... yet ...?
"... Take off your clothes, Jean baby, strip naked for Lydia!"
The curvaceous, honey-blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowly lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts.
God, what a voluptuous young venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Lydia Newell, thought smuggly. Ann, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but nothing to equal this heavenly built female! Christ, it was luscious cunts the likes of her who made woman's lib worth while! Her own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times ...! Then, Link Morgan waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her!
Jean reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress ... then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered ...
"It's all right, Jean darling, you can undress now," Lydia half-whispered. "There's just you and me ... and you want to spread your legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember ... like you're going to kiss and love Lydia's ...?"
For a moment more, Jean hesitated, then: "Yes ... yes ... take off my clothes and be naked... so we can lick and love each other ...!"
"That's right, Baby, everything ... everything!" the emerald-eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Blakely's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now ... come here, lover." Lydia huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?"
"Oh ... oh yes ... yes ... I want to undress you, Lydia!" Jean chokingly whispered, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.
"Oh ... oh ...!" she heard the young nakedly stripped blonde gasp as she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple pinches of Lydia's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! "Un-Undress you, Lydia darling ..." Jean was passionately whimpering. "Make you naked, like me ...!"
"Yes ... Baby ... and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"
"Oooohhhh ... kiss you all over ... you're so soft and lovely ... kiss you all ... all over ... even ... even your pussy!" Jean half-mumbled, gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's ovaled, full buttocks. At last, with a hesitant insistancy, Jean swiveled her once more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn, hair-fringed cunt-lips!
"Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Lydia Newell gaspingly groaned, drawing Jean upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked lovliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and lick 'till I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, Jean Blakely?"
"Oooohhhh ... yessss ... I want to ... want to, Darling ... until you go out of your mind ...!" Jean resounded her words, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.
"Damn ... you gorgeous bitch!" Lydia hissingly exclaimed, pressing her down onto the bed and crawling between Jean's white, receptively spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Lydia lewdly commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open for me!"
Jean never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breast, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, Jean's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Lydia Newell's lesbian assault!
Everything that the bi-sexed bachelorette had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl ... had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! God, this had to be the ultimate ... so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lez, yes ... but she was not! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was breathtaking! God no ... she would never get enough of it ... never!
Tauntingly, Lydia gazed down between Jean's openly spread thighs and began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips ... the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrancy of its perfumed aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Lydia, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of ... but she had to taste it ... and she did!
Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Blakely beneath her moaned in ever-mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished!
When it happened, Jean cried out! In her intensely LSD-sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris.
Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Jean's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovalled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction motion! The hot length of Lydia's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erectiled flowerette of her clitoris until Jean could do little more than wail and twist about helplessly beneath ...!
Chapter 6
Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn ... if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them... but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Blakely's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything ... unless, Lydia Newell had a thing for cunt ...!
Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife ... and that was not taking anything from his little Annie's.. . which was probably still warm and welted right at that moment!
The red-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-covered skin! Then, the craziest goddamned thing ... she'd spread her legs and he could see the wetness beginning to tricle from her tight, hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage whap!
"Oh ... oh God ... don't stop, Uncle Link ... harder ... harderrr!" she began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I ... I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg ... !"
Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he didn't have his masochistic little Annie here to suck it off like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told him everything, how that frigging pretentious deputy had tried to get smart with her ... made a pass and got no where. The sonofabitch, he was no better than his old man! But Annie'd learned something useful ... damned useful! The luscious blonde bitch out there, Blakeley's wife, had been fucking the wild mutt, Caesar, and regular! Now, wasn't that something?
Christ, he wanted a piece of her ... a piece of Lydia Newell, too, when the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Blakely's tight-assed young wife! She was the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen! Even spanking Annie's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Jean Blakely's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was happening to her ... But this was the way Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually got what sbe wanted ... or else! Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!
Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's pink tightly splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Blakely's wife's hair-fringed little cunt-lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock! And then ...!
"Now, Darling ... it's your turn to make Lydia happy!" the naked, auburn-haired bachelorette sensually whispered, raising back to her knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions.
"B-But ... but, I have to cum ... to cuumnumn!" Jean whimpered, smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvacous nakedness.
"Later, Baby ... after you've licked and sucked Lydia's cunt," the emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Lydia happy, too, Lover?"
"Y-Yes ... yes, of course ... I want to make Lydia happy ..." Jean gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.
"Then ... come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque bacherlorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together ..."
Slowly, Jean lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moralistic principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out web engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Lydia Newell said:
"Don't be afraid, Baby. You'll love it ... or have you ever licked pussy before?"
"No ... no, never ..."
"Well ... there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be frightened ... come on, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry ... don't keep Lydia waiting ... she needs your hot little tongue there ...!"
"Yeessss ... yesss ... I know ...!" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her ... but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark ... of Caesar! Her ... her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious girl who lie back before her, the open, invitational spread of Lydia's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through her.
Jean stared in fascination up between Lydia Newell's wide held legs, at her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, puckered anus! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife! Yes ... yes ... Caesar ... she needed her darling Caesar to bring her ecstatic joy ...!
"Now, Baby, now!" Lydia sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Lydia, sweet lover ...? You promised to kiss her pussy ... promised!"
"L-Lydia ...?" Jean repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful girl enticingly presented before her ... yet, yet ...? "Y-Yes Lydia, you're so lovely ... but I have to go now ... have to go ...!"
The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open! She'd heard the other's words, but couldn't quite believe them! Then, an enraging thought dawned! That stupid sonofabitch, Morgan, had made the dose too gentle! Some trip! Goddamn him! She lowered her legs and jerked upright to a sitting position. "Listen ... you don't want to go home, Jeannie baby! Mark is ... is very busy ...!"
"No ... no ... I have to leave now, Lydia ..." Jean almost blankly insisted, easing off the bed. "Mark ... Caes ..."
"You-You stupid cunt!" Lydia spat, not waiting for her to finish her statement. "Goddamn you ...! Link! Link ... where in hell are you ...?"
"Right here, right here, Lydia!" the big man responded, bursting from the closet. "What you want, Honey ...?"
"Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until I'm through with her!"
"Sure, sure!" Morgan grinningly blurred, his lurid smirk spreading his unshaven mouth as he began to puff at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her now ...?"
"Like a goddamned animal ... no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness. "Fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch! And get the camera! The bitch! Fuck her like a whore-dog!"
"I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Morgan gutturally spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl on the bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg-raised position. "That goddamned wild bastard, Caesar, has been fucking her right along!"
"I don't care about that ... just fuck her like a goddamn she-dog from behind!" Lydia hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push her face up over my cunt and give it to her! "She's going to eat this girl's pussy and go out of her mind doing it ...!"
* * *
A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now, uncovered brute-man who was forcing his yellow-haired, clotheless mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-sheep lay back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, black-framed female split thrust upward, as if waiting!
Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Caesar's keen ears and he saw that they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound ... nor did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch ... and wait for the moment of his vengeance ...!
* * *
Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her. Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her Caesar... to have his wonderful cock plunging up into the raging, desire-throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Morgan ... Lydia, understand?
"No ... no please ... I have to leave now! He ... he'll be coming to my window soon to make beautiful love to me ...!" Jean confusedly pleaded as Link pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please ... don't you see ...?"
"Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. "On your hands and knees, Baby ... that's right, move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him!
"Now, that's better, Lover!" Lydia half-whispered, reaching down between her drawn back legs to brush Jean's long, blonde hair away from her disconcerted face. "Remember your promise, Baby, to lick and love Lydia's pussy ...?"
"Yes ... yessss ... but I have to cum ... don't you see ... and he'll be looking for me ...?" Jean whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with threatening tears.
"She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Morgan lewdly enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing the brute right along! The goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!"
"Please ... please, I have to go now, Lydia!" Jean insisted. "H-He'll be looking for me ... and I need him so bad tonight ...!"
"Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl, questioned, the full realization of what Morgan had been trying to say registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, Baby?"
"M-My darling ... C-Caesar ... he'll come to my window and ... and I won't be there!" Jean innocently whimpered. "And ... and I need him so much tonight ...!"
"Does he ... he fuck you good? Does he, Darling?" Lydia hissingly questioned, her overhwhelming lust at the exotic blonde-wife's beastial revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Jean ... and is his animal-cock big?"
"Oh ... oh yes, he fucks me so wonderfully ... and ... and his cock is so long and thick and hard ...!"
"Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of Jean's rounded, white ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him! The thin hairless crevice dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tiny recessed hole of her small puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the lower bridge of shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her blonde young cunt! The goddamned mind-bending bitch! To think that a wild dog had been fucking and cumming up into that delectable little pussy of hers ...!
"Turn your head and look behind you, Jean baby!" Lydia hissed, her voice almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it ... look at Link's cock! Is Caesar's bigger? Could his dog-prick bring you any more joy than that? Could it ...?"
Obediently, Jean looked behind her while Link Morgan raised up for her to see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began to stroke it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet and fiery-hued head, his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of lewd anticipation.
"Oh ... oohhh ... Jean openly gasped out at the sight of the huge throbbing length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind unaware of all reality except the sensual pleasure it could bring her. Fascinated, she watched the hairy barrel-chested man stroke its thick outer layer of skin back and forth, time and again exposing the heavy, tiny-slitted head to her in its moistened, pulsating rigidity. Again, she moaned, then uncontrollably reached down under her nakedly kneeling body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it with her small, slender hands.
"That's right, Darling!" Lydia excitedly pressed as Link Morgan blurted out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Blakely's wife's hungrily searching hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand ... isn't that right, Jean baby?" Lydia philosophically urged, suddenly conscious of her own forefinger lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her inflamed cunt. "Put it into you, Jean lover! Put Link's big cock into your hot pussy so that you can cum ... and we'll all suck and fuck together ...!"
"Ouuhhh ... oummhhhh ..." the young, drugged wife moaned as she clutched eagerly at Morgan's huge, hardened penis, the insane expectancy in her drug-incited young body completely blinding her to all else but sensually physical fulfillment!
Ooooohhhh! She inwardly unleashed in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy! Whimpering uncontrollably, Jean clung to the thick length of hardened flesh with little hands that couldn't encircle it, fervidly working the wet, pulsating tip up and down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice until she'd spread wide the softness of her pubic curls and seated it at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth! Then, she began to grind and twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at it ...!
"Fuck!" Link Morgan foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton performance nearly triggering the cum up out of his balls! Christ, he'd never expect to see anything like it again! He gaped down at his pulsing cock-head with its purple tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth of her visibly, nibbling vagina where she'd placed it, the girth of its moistened head spreading her tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until they encircled it like a golden-furred collar!
"Give it to her, Morgan ... damn it! Fuck her!" Lydia impatiently exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted legs to catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young blonde wife's passion-twisted face. Carefully, Lydia enframed the lewdly positioned Jean in all her voluptuous nakedness within the lens's scope, including the vital parts of Morgan, excepting his head. "You hear me? Fuck her ... fuck her!"
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me!" Jean pathetically moaned. "Please, shove it up my cunt before I go mad ...!"
But the lecherous glowering police chief was caught up in a lust-filled, viewing world of his own, hardly hearing either of their pleas or commands. The mind-bending sight of his number one enemy's innocent young wife's upthrusted, rounded white-ass-cheeks spread lushly open to him as she wriggled them back rapidly toward his blood-hammering cock was sending violent stabs of aching pleasure ripping through his loins and sperm-bloated balls! Shit, he intended to wring the last whit of lewd depravity he could from this scene ... from this sweet, delectable little bitch, bent slave-like before him ... from Mark Blakely's naked-assed wife, who fucked dogs and was begging like a street slut for his aching, over-swollen prick!
He ignored Lydia Newell's rasping order and Jean's passionately undulating pleas, reveling in his own time-consuming lust. Tormentingly, he eased his powerful hips forward, watching the hugeness of his fiery cock-head slowly stretch the viscid, ovaled mouth of her snug, pink cunt-hole, its surrounding soft flesh yielding and swelling outward to the thick, rubbery pole worming it's way up inside her! She gasped aloud once more, but suddenly her desperate writhings stopped, as if his stretching penetration of her greedy little vaginal mouth had been more than she bargained for!
That realization alone, that he was hurting her, was enough to set the barrel-chested man off! He growled out an oath as he brutally clutched at the satin-smooth flesh of her upper thighs and hips. Simultaneously, he spread her knees farther apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in tighter behind her upraised buttocks, and then, cruelly jerking her naked, defenseless body backward with his hands, he thrust forward with a buttock-flattening lunge!
Like a spearing arrow shot from a cross-bow, Morgan felt his long, thick cock race up into the futilely resisting channel between Jean Blakely's wide-spread thighs, plowing and expanding the hot, frantically clutching flesh in a deep, merciless impalement! He heard the breath explode from her lungs as his powerful hips and pelvis flattened her soft, smooth ass-cheeks up into her hip bones, her grasping, cuntal passage spasming as might a choking throat stuffed full with the huge burgeoning shaft of his heavily spearing cock!
"Ohhh ... auugghhhh ... m-myyy Gooodddd!" Jean brayed in lurching, wide-eyed shock, the unexpected force and pain of his cruel, massive entry rending the drugged veil to register agonizingly in her brain! "Oooohhh ... you've ripped me wide open! Ooohhh ... God ... you've torn me open inside ...!"
Morgan couldn't resist his obscene grunt of lecherous pleasure as he held tight to her frenziedly squirming young hips, nakedly trying to twist its way off his piercing hard prick nudging at the very underside of her helplessly cringing belly! "You wanted it shoved up your tight little cunt, Baby ... and that's what you've got!" he mercilessly rasped, beginning to heedlessly fuck in and out of her from behind, his eyes locked salaciously on the sight of the moistened pink inner-flesh of her wide-split vagina clinging to his aching hardness when he pulled it wetly out of her and plunged back up inside again.
"Oh God! Oh God ... Oooohhhh ...!" Jean cried again, while Lydia watched in lust-charged fascination through the white columned frame of her obscenely raised and spread legs, torn between the snapping of pictures and the fingering of her own burning, wet cunt. Excitedly she divided her time, triggering the camera lens to catch such scenes as the naked blonde wife's wildly flailing hair and tossing head, then, unrestrainable caressing her own quivering erect clitoris to the erotic sight of Jean's whitely hanging breasts, quaking and dancing in lewd rhythm to Link Morgan's jarring thrusts fucking into her from behind!
The immediate pain, like too-hot bath water, quickly mellowed into a soothing balm of pleasure-bringing rapture to Jean in her drug induced passion, her inflamed cuntal channel eagerly dilating and acclimating to the long, thick cock fucking fiercely in and out of it. Nothing mattered except the climactic release to the sensual buildup of ecstasy maddeningly pyramiding in her intensively screaming loins and fire-filled belly! To cum ...! Oh God ... Yessssss, to cum!
Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable, licentious wantonness. Oooohhhh ... he's fucking me so beautifully ...! she lustfully thought, vehemently feeling the rubbery, mushroomed head of his heavily pulsating cock grazing, and erotically tormenting, her uterus as it taunted and buffeted hard up against the underside of her quivering belly deep up inside ... She sensed his cum-bloated balls slapping heavily against the tiny bud of her erectly tingling clitoris below with every thrust ... and then, by accident, she saw their reflection in the vanity mirror, the wildly erotic reflection of his hard, glistening penis disappearing and reappearing wetly up between her own white, lewdly offered ass cheeks raising a low gasping sound of sheer lust from her!
Lydia recognized it and took advantage, reaching for Jean's flailing strands of honey-blonde hair on either side of her lovely, drugged face. "Here, Darling!" she pressed, gently entwining her hands to draw Mark Blakely's naked kneeling wife's face down between her wide-spread thighs toward her wet, seething loins. "Lydia's pussy, remember? You were going to kiss and lick Lydia's cunt! It'll help you cum, Baby ... go ahead ... lick and suck it! Make love to Lydia's cunt, like you said all the filthy words ... cock, cunt, fuck ... go ahead, Jean, baby!"
"Oh ... oh yes ... yesss!" the curvaceous blonde girl whimpered in her drug-enchanted nakedness as the huge police chief's cock fucked mercilessly into her hotly sucking pussy-hole from behind. Insane sensations of lustful intoxication raced into and burst inside her! Obscene words again screamed for release in her brain, while simultaneously she gaped with widened, if glazed, eyes at Lydia Newell's glistening pink cunt! "Oh ... ooohhh ... fuck! ... cock! ... cunt! ... suck! ... jism! ... cum! ... yes ... cum ...
"Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" the auburn-haired girl grunted and writhed as Jean suddenly groaned in wild abandon and immersed her face into the fluid, pink crevice of her upthrusted loins, the honey-blonde, young wife's eager tongue darting like a frightened lizzard deep up into her wetly seething vagina! "Oooohhh God ... yesss, Jean, yessss!" Oh God almighty! She had been right! She would never get enough of this breathtaking creature! Her tiny tongue was like a licking flame against the sensitively reaching walls of her cunt! And then she was licking her clitoris! Brushing and caressing the erect little bud with sweeping, knowing strokes that were just about to drive her fucking crazy!
"The camera! The camera!" Link Morgan, windedly choked out. "Get a picture of that ...!"
And she did, that and several more, wondering how many would be blurred, and if she'd give a damn if they were ...? But then, something else happened! Her screaming loins triggered their first signal to her brain as she watched with raised head, Jean's wild, uninhibited tonguing of her clitoris!
"Oh ... oohhh, Baby ... Lydia's going to cum ...! Please don't stop! I ... I'm cuuummmmmniiiinnnggg ...!"
Furiously, the blonde young wife licked and slavered between her thighs, the other's passionate cries of ecstasy all Jean needed to know of the intensity of the emerald-eyed girl's ecstatic moment! She tasted the sudden liquid release of Lydia's cuntal secretions as her luscious naked body jerked and trembled beneath the sensuous laving of her feverishly working tongue, that intricate explosion of her feminine juices abruptly pushing her own moment of climax to the crest!
"Oh, shit, fuck!" Morgan's vulgar voice exclaimed behind her. "I-I ... me too, Lydia! It's ... it's cummmmiiinnnggg ... Jesus Christ, it isssss!"
Jean sensed the huge man's urgent thrusts and eagerly and shamelessly ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back at his raging cock pounding into her, the resounding, rhythmic smack of his cum-filled balls down against her own tiny screaming clitoris causing her eyes to gape unseeingly in the mounting passion of her own wildly rising moment of orgasm! It swept over her as she hungrily licked and sucked at the wailing Lydia's insanely undulating cunt ... at the insane thrusting of her own fire-inflamed young ass cheeks back onto Link Morgan's heavily plunging cock!
And then ... then, all was culminated deep in her own crazily contracting belly and maddeningly driving loins, a shattering of universes colliding in unimmaginable ecstasy throughout her nakedly jerking body ... while, she ... like the very central sun, brought them all fulfilling joy, her belly filling and almost bursting with the wetly hosing sperm of the heavily grunting man fucking into her from behind ... and then, collapsed as the last of her explosively flowing cunt juices backlashed out the tightly locked lips of her vagina and she fell away from both of them, while the fierce wild animal who had seen it all, walked in raging circles outside beyond the barring window ...!
Chapter 7
"How is she?" Mark Blakely questioned, barging through his front door-way, only to be stopped by Steve Foster and Doc Emory, both immediately launching from their places on the couch to confront the big, young deputy sheriff.
"Easy, boy, easy ..." his red-bearded writer-friend stepped in front of him with engulfing arms.
"She's okay, Mark ... resting comfortably right now," Doc Emory added, coming close to put a hand on the younger man's broad shoulder.
"Wh-What the hell happened?" the obviously tired, young law official asked, looking from one face to the other. "I was all the way over in Spencer County at the sheriff's office for Christ's sake ... when I should've been here! What the hell happened, anyway ...?"
"Easy, man, will you?" Steve pressed. "Cut your voice down; she's trying to sleep ..." Warmly, the slender magazine writer clapped his friend on the arm. "It's okay, boy ... she's all right ... no need to get up-tight ... just a little accident ..."
"How? What ...?" Mark insisted.
"It seems that her car went into the ditch just outside of town, Mark," Doc Emory replied in his always calm voice. "She struck her head against the windshield ... suffered a mild concussion with contusions, but nothing to be alarmed about ..."
"Outside of town?" Mark confusedly repeated. "What the devil was she doing? Where'd she been ...?"
"No one seems to know that yet, Mark," Steve quickly put in. "A ranch-hand on his way to town came across her car in the ditch. She was semi-conscious and mumbling incoherently ..."
"The shock," Doc Emory hastened to add, throwing Steve Foster a glaring expression. "Frankly, Mark, the only damage is a badly rumpled fender on your car ..."
"To hell with the car! I want to see Jean!" Mark exclaimed, attempting to move around them, but not too successfully.
"Hold it, big man!" Steve barred, edging his friend off. "Carol's in there with her now nursing her away to dreamland. You go barging in and she's apt to go right off the deep end again ...!"
"What the hell you talking about, the deep end?" Mark replied, his eyes widening.
"Shut up, will you, Foster!" Doc Emory calmly intervened. "Of course you can see her, Mark. She's been asking for you. It'll help her to get some rest. But wait ... understand that she's not quite herself ... that blow to her forehead mixed her up a little and she mightn't make sense ..."
Mark nodded, a tightness clutching at his gut. Jesus Christ, his Jeannie hurt ... and what had he been doing but undermining everything they'd dreamed of ...! He ought to have his balls lobbed off ...! "I ... I'll go easy, Doc ... promise ...!"
The little man nodded and smiled. "Go ahead ... quietly, Mark..."
He did, almost silently opening the door to see his Jeannie beneath the covers in the bed and Carol lying fully clothed on top of them beside her, holding his wife's hand. The latter saw him and smiled, half-raising up to place a shushing finger across her lips, but the blonde-haired girl stirred to the intrusion, opening her glazed, smokey blue-eyes to search emptily about the room.
Something struck Mark at the very core of him in the manner of their wide vacancy. He saw the ugly swolleness on her forehead and tried to tie the two together, but intensive police training couldn't be denied. He moved forward to the bed-side and said:
"Hello, Baby ... it's Mark. How are you, Doll? Feel better ...?"
"Ooohhh ... Mark ... darling ... you've come!" she managed, looking elsewhere and never seeing him. "Feel better ... feel better, Doll ... yesss, Baby feels better ... feels fine ... everything's fine ... fine ...!"
The young deputy could only stare down at his young, blonde wife whom Carol was gently trying to console. He gaped at the rolling action of his wife's eye-balls flashing whitely at him as he stood there in knowledgable agony, growing rage beginning to seethe inside him. How often had he seen that sympton in the academy at L.A.!
"She's been drugged!" Mark blurted, re-entering the living room where Doc Emory and Steve Foster sipped bourbon over ice. "Jesus Christ, you ought to be able to see that, Doc ...!"
"I can't be as sure of that as you can, Mark," the small-framed physician said, setting his drink on a table and brushing at his widening brow. "But then, I'm only a doctor."
"Shit! I've seen the same symptoms with acid-freaks a dozen times ...!" Mark spat, brushing Steve's hand away. "A dozen times, I tell you, Doc ...!"
"Like I said, Mark ... I'm only a doctor!" the smaller man emphatically implied. "That a concussion could, and often does, produce the same effects, is merely a hypothetical diagnosis. You may well be right ... but until I know different, I'll treat her from a medical standpoint according to the best of my ability! Without hospital facilities, and taking into foremost consideration her accident, I must conclude that she's suffering a concussion. Nothing that won't pass with a few days rest, I'm sure ... But, if you want to take her to Spencer, we can run the necessary tests to be certain. Again Mark, you may well be right ... God, I don't know anything, anymore!"
For a long moment, Mark stood there, staring almost unseeingly at the small, slender physician who had been one of his closest friends in Crescent Valley. He even read the distraught confusion in the noble little man's face. Peripherally, he saw Steve empty his glass and walk to refill it; he suddenly said: "Pour me one, too, buddy ... I think I need it." Then, half forcing his smile toward Doc Emory: "I-I guess your word's still good enough for me, Doc. What the hell, didn't you save Birt Small's mule last week after the vet gave it up for glue?"
There was a tense moment before the releasing laughter; then the three men clutched their glasses in toast ... yet none felt the warmth of Steve's pledge.
"Happy days!" the red-bearded writer extoled.
* * *
Though Jean had been helpless, she had never for a moment been unconscious. Her mind still wandered in unfeasible patches of incoherent happenings and exciting lust, her loins and belly ever churning with an underlying of sensual stimulation that seemed to be gnawingly insatiable. They had taken her, she vaguely remembered, and placed her in her car ... Morgan driving it a long ways before he stopped and got out, pressing her over beneath the steering wheel ... and then, with a tremendous jolt, it had all happened!
She lay now in the security of her own bed ... Mark's bed, with Carol beside her, and the sun showing through her window. Was all of that last night? She thought it was ... yes, it had to be, because Doc Emory had come, and later, Mark! Now, Carol undressed beneath the covers with her!
Last night, when she'd gone to Lydia Newell's ... they had each ... each ... loved one another ... like lesbians ... she had ... had put her tongue in the young auburn-haired woman's pussy! God ...! Link Morgan had fucked her! His huge, bull-like cock had savagily ravished and cum like an elephant up in her still tingling pussy! Oh ... oh she was so hot, even now! Mark would kill him ... kill her, if he ever knew! That's why they'd put her in her car to let it roll in the ditch! God, she had to use her head ... not let anyone know ... especially, Mark! He might do something horrible if he ever knew the truth! She couldn't let anyone know ... anyone ...!
"Are you awake, Darling?" Carol's voice came in a gentle whisper, the slight movement of her girlfriend's body behind her as it turned toward her, widening Jean's thought-filled eyes.
"Yes ... I'm awake."
"How do you feel, Baby?"
"Good ... fine. I feel real splendid!" Jean replied, smoothing her hand down over her flat little belly and noting for the first time that she was wearing her green, shortie nightie. Who had done that? Carol? Had she undressed her ... seen her naked? Of course, she had, who else? God ... had the sight of her naked body thrilled her best friend? She had a pretty, white body and she knew it! Her breasts were round and full, firmly pointed with their tiny nipples! And her waist was slender ...
"What would you like for breakfast, Dear?"
"Wh-What ... for breakfast? Oh, I don't know," Jean answered, rolling onto her back so that the length of her warm body crowded that of her very best friend. Dear God, she was hot ... hot ... unbelievably hot! But ... but why? She had never known these sensations before with the nearness of a girl! With a man ... with Mark, perhaps, but another girl? Yet, she felt them strongly within her ... the actual urge to roll toward Carol and caress her breasts! "You decide ... I'll love whatever you want!" Jean exclaimed, as if she were unfolding some forbidden secret.
"All right!" Carol answered, suddenly swiveling from the bed and grabbing her wrapper. "I'll fix us french toast with maple syrup !"
Feverishly, Jean looked up at her, eyes fixed on Carol's young thrusting breasts erotically swaying until the wrapper hid them, the excitement in her belly and loins causing her to twitch nervously, until finally she put her hands over her eyes!
"Are you all right, Baby?" Carol questioned in an almost hushed voice.
"Y-Yes ... I'm fine."
"Are ... are you sure, Doll?"
"Of course ... of course, I'm sure!" Jean emphatically replied, rolling onto her side, again caressing the warm flatness of her softly trembling belly beneath the covers. "Go ahead ... I'm waiting for that french toast ..." she added sensually brushing her hand down between her hot, smooth thighs to gently stroke over the warmly curling pubic mound between her legs. She hardly heard Carol leave as she extended her middle finger and drew it up through the wet, sensitive flesh of her excited young cuntal slit. God ... what had happened to her? She had never loved her pussy so much ... nor been so possessed with sexy thoughts and desires! Something weirdly sensual had happened to her body chemistry, but dear God, she had no idea of what nor how! Then, it occurred to her that she seemed to be able to think more clearly now than she had the night before at Lydia Newell's. She tried to recall what her feelings had been before she had gone there, but it was difficult to remember ... though it seemed that she had been normal enough, with none of this eroticism that was so tormenting her now down between her thighs ...
My God, was it possible that Lydia ... or both of them, had done something to her ... that unaware, she had innocently been drugged? Good Lord! Wh-What else could it be ...?
The gentle opening of the bedroom door gave Jean ample opportunity to jerk her softly caressing fingers from between her warm vibrant thighs, which she sensed to be still moist and sticky from Link Morgan's flood of hot sperm up into her from behind hours before. It was Mark, peeking in to see if she were awake before entering.
"C-Come in, Darling," Jean hesitantly invited in a purposed, feeble voice, pretending-weakness from the blow to her forehead being the only sanctuary she could think of to avoid the questions he was bound to ask.
"How are you, Baby? Feel better this morning?" he probed, moving to the edge of the bed and lowering onto it.
"A-A little," she replied, offering him a thin smile. God, he was so handsome in his uniform ... and she loved him so much. "H-Have you had your breakfast ...?"
He nodded. "I stopped at the Inn."
"You look so tired, Darling," she said, reaching out to cover his large, broad hand with her small, soft one. "W-Was there any trouble last night from ... from ...?"
Mark shook his head before she had finished her question, knowing that she was referring to Caesar and his damned wild-pack, her concern irately edging him. He brushed his hand over his forehead, wishing to Christ he could get eight solid hours of dead sleep. Maybe he could be more rational then, though he wondered how in Christ's name he could? First, it'd been the goddanmed wild brute, and now this, whatever in hell it was she'd been doing!
"Jean ... where did you go last night?" he put to her, managing a gentleness to his tone. "I didn't know you had any meeting ... yet Carol seems to think you did, but she doesn't know anymore about it than that. Where was the meeting, Baby ...?"
Jean breathed a little sigh of relief within. Carol had known much more ... must have heard when she'd mentioned Lydia's name over the phone, but she'd said nothing. For some reason, her best friend was trying to protect her ... and thank God for that! Intentionally, she made her eyes roll in a blinking unsteadiness as she looked up at him with a pathetically empty expression. "I ... I don't know, Mark ... I-I can't remember. I-I've tried ... but I just can't remember, Darling!"
"All right, all right, Baby," he soothed, tenderly pressuring her small hand in reassurance. "It'll all come to you later. Don't even think about it now ... just lie there and rest."
Jean rolled her head away from him, biting at her full, lower lip to hold back the tears of shame she suddenly felt rushing toward her eyes. God, what a horrible bitch she was! Lying to him this way! And to protect whom ...? Then, for one brief instant, she was on the verge of blurting it all out to him, Lydia Newell, that foul Chief of Police, and the way they must have ... had to have drugged her ...! But Carol's entrance into the room carrying a breakfast tray for her, brought it all to an abrupt standstill.
"Here you are, Dear," the attractive brunette smiled, setting the tray down and moving toward the bed to fix her pillows behind her and make her comfortable. "French toast, bacon, maple syrup and plenty of hot coffee. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful, Carol. You're ... you're a doll..."
Mark stood. "Well ... I guess I'll try to get some sleep, Honey. You take it easy now, and I'll talk to you later, when I wake up." Then, to Carol: "Has Steve left?"
"Yes. He was going to try and have an interview with the Purcell girl," the brunette replied, placing the tray onto Jean's lap. "He didn't know when he'd be back."
Mark nodded, then smiled to Jean. "See you later, Baby," he said, moving beyond the door, then turning to blow her a kiss.
Jean swallowed tightly as she watched her young, handsome husband disappear, still desperately fighting back the tears and trying to rid herself of the lump in her throat. Unseeingly, she looked down at the tempting breakfast Carol had set before her, but the appetite she'd awakened with had suddenly dulled. Instead, she poured coffee and reached for a sugar-cube, the sight of that little compressed, white square abruptly taking her back to Lydia Newell's lavish living-room ... "You'll want sugar, Darling ... It's very strong expresso ..." God almighty, what was it they camouflaged with sugar lumps ...? LSD! Yes, that was it! They had given her LSD ...! But why? Why ...?
"Wh-What is it, Honey?" Carol interrupted her frantic thoughts in a concerned voice, moving quickly to sit down beside her and begin stroking the crown of her head with an affectionate, feminine hand. "Something's bothering you ..."
Jean shook her head. "No ... not really, Carol," she whispered, staring straight ahead at nothing. "I ... I just remembered something is all ..."
"Last night?" her friend questioned in an equally sibilant tone.
Jean slowly nodded. "They ... they drugged me! I know now ...!"
"W-Who drugged you Darling?" the brunette carefully probed, still caressing her beautiful blonde friend's golden crested crown. "You can tell me. I'll never breathe a word; you can be sure of that ..."
"I know," Jean said, slowly facing the attractive young girl. "You've already proved that ... because you knew where I went, and you didn't tell Mark."
Carol stole a deep, needed breath and let it sigh from her lungs, the action causing her full, firm breasts to intriguingly rise and fall before Jean. She whisperingly said: "I-I heard the name, Lydia Newell ... and there was other troubled conversation, but ... but believe it or not, I tried not to listen."
"I know," Jean replied, reaching for the other's small hand to contain warmly inside her own. "But you heard enough, and especially to give Mark actual names ... Why didn't you, Carol?"
"l-I don't know," the sparkling, dark-eyed girl managed, gazing down at her lap and idly toying with a loose thread. "I suppose if ... if you wanted him to know, you'd tell him yourself."
"I believe that, Carol ... but I can't help but imagine there was more," Jean persisted. "You ... you undressed me last night, didn't you?"
"Yes."
Jean leaned back against the pillows behind her. For a long moment she was reluctant to ask ... then: "Wh-What else did you find, Darling ...?"
"S-Sperm ... unquestionably, sperm! You were drenched with it between your legs, and ... and the hair of your pussy," Carol answered without looking at her. At last, she raised her scintilating eyes to level with those of the beautiful girl who was unflinchingly watching her.
"And ... and you washed me all nice and clean there?" Jean questioned, knowing it was true, but wanting Carol's admitted confirmation, the mere though sending rousing fermentations through her unquietable loins and belly.
"Yes ... I washed you all nice and clean there," Carol whispered, her dark eyes searching the smokey-blue gems of her dearest friend.
"Did you ... enjoy doing it, Carol honey?" Jean couldn't help but question, noticing immediately the increasing breathing of the curvaceous brunette as her full breasts began to rise and fall in rapid rhythm. "Did you ...? I mean, tenderly cleansing my cunt and thighs ... knowing that someone else, another man, had squirted their cum in there?" she gasped, uncontrollably reverting to a lewdness she, herself, couldn't understand.
"Oh! Oh God, you're lovely, Jean!" Carol exclaimed, throwing herself onto Jean across the tray to the rattle of spilling dishes, clutching with both arms around the blonde girl's neck, their mouths meeting in a fusion of open, liquid passion!
For a long moment, they kissed and caressed before parting, and as Carol tremblingly arose from the bed and began to clean up the mess they had made, Jean said:
"We have a lot to tell each other, Darling ... and I think some of it concerns Caesar ... doesn't it?"
"Y-Yes ... yesss," Carol readily admitted. "But I'll tell you everything if you tell me!"
"I will!" Jean assured. "Oh, I will, I promise ...!"
Chapter 8
Link Morgan's limited ability in photography had been acquired through the necessity of numerous little blackmailing schemes. The type of pictures he took invariably fell into a catagory that professional houses were not allowed to return, once developed. Anyway, the process being a simple one, the big Chief of Police had learned to do it in the darkened bathroom of his home, and that morning, only hours following their orgiastic involvement of Jean Blakely, the barrel-chested man delivered the finished prints, complete with negatives, to his auburn-haired, bachelorette cohort.
Elated with the outcome of the obscenely indicting shots, Lydia first assured herself that Link Morgan had not secretly printed a set for himself, by re-threatening to frame his testicles along side of Mark Blakely's if she found out he was lying to her. Satisfied that he wasn't about to bite the hand that fed him, the emerald-eyed girl sent him on his way, then proceeded to sort out the moist lurid scenes. Carefully, she chose those which depicted the lovely features in lewd grimaces of Mark's young blonde wife, both in the act of wildly eating pussy, and getting wantonly fucked from behind. Then, she destroyed any that might give the slightest hint of her own, or Morgan's identity, and with the remainder she set out to intercept Mark Blakely on his morning patroling rounds. At last, she had that deceiving bastard right where she wanted him!
In loose blouse, leather riding-skirt and boots, pantiless and braless as usual, Lydia chose the roan, Gallant Red, and headed off at a gallop toward A and B's south range and the canyon-rim which overlooked the entire valley.
As always, little sensual ripples of excitement began to stir in her belly at the anticipated meeting of her ex-lover, further enhanced by the warm, smooth leather of the saddle rhythmically massaging her naked young loins with the powerful animal's galloping stride. She preferred, and often did ride bareback, to get the full effect of the hot, muscular animal-flesh against the sensitive intimacies of her quickly aroused pussy, but this morning she had felt the need of a saddle to make better time if necessary. Though, it was a rare morning's ride indeed, when she didn't climax at least three times, she decided that today she intended to save it for Mark's sweating energies. Accordingly, with weight in the stirrups, she eased the inciting pressure from her young, moistening loins and concentrated on the sweeping landscape ahead, ever looking for the black and white markings of the Deputy Sheriff's patrol car.
The wind whipped at Lydia's long auburn hair, her full breasts rippling and jouncing sensuously, her vindictive mind retracing the lustful events with Mark's young blonde wife, Jean Blakely, the night before. That the blonde girl had been discovered with her car in the ditch by a passing ranch hand, the lecherous Morgan had grinningly told her. And there wasn't the slightest doubt in the bachelorette's mind but that the blonde bitch would pretend loss of memory. How else was she going to get around telling the truth to her loving husband ... that she'd been out eating pussy and getting royally fucked by the ape-like, Link Morgan in the bargain? And how was she going to explain her grogged condition, except to blame it on the blow to her forehead? Lydia grinned to herself. The latter had been her idea, though she doubted that Jean would remember Link Morgan raising the egg with his huge fist before they'd sent her car into the ditch ... but they'd had to be sure ...
Morgan, the lecherous bastard, he had the biggest, stiffest cock Lydia's ever seen on a man! And one of these days when she was hard-up enough, she was going to enjoy the whole solid length of it, but not until she'd glutted herself completely on Mark Blakely's ...! Christ, where was he anyway? By this time, she had usually spotted his car and could choose a point to intercept him ... at least, she was certain she could this morning with her horse, Gallant Red, beneath her. But ... but where in the hell was he ...?
* * *
In the wood, a half-mile or so off to the East, a pair of amber-glowing animal-eyes savagely followed the young horsewoman's every move, the golden medallion hanging from the german shepherd's massive throat making little tingling sounds against its suspending chain as the powerful beast loped in pace to the galloping horse.
Beside Caesar, raced another huge, more shaggy, wolf-like dog; its vicious fangs and seething grey eyes depicted its wild ferocity. Caesar had chosen the animal from the pack with definite purpose in his uncanny brain. She-of-the-sheep and the brute-man had mistreated his golden mate, and there had been no way that he, Caesar, could help her. Later, they had carried her away in a speeding thing, and try as he did, he could not follow their swiftness. Instead, he had returned to his pack, commanding the grey-one to follow him.
Now, she of the sheep moved in his world. It would be different, he instinctively knew, the most ancient of all precepts intuitively driving him ... lex talionis ... the law of retaliation ...!
* * *
Lydia couldn't help the irked uneasiness she was beginning to feel at not seeing Mark's car before this. Ordinarily, at this time of morning, he was buzzing along the backroads in regular patroling duty, and she would have spotted him at least a half-dozen times. Perhaps, he'd gotten tied up in town for a while ... or maybe the accident of his little bitch-wife had interfered with his schedule. Damn him, whatever, she had no intentions of returning to the ranch until she'd confronted him with the pictures in her pocket, then made her own demands! He was going to find out that lusty-Lydia usually got what she wanted ... and once she did, no one took it from her!
Damn ... she was hot, too! Riding western-style above the saddle for any distance had always exhausted her legs, and for the last ten-minutes she'd been forced to re-seat herself, the provocative massaging to her naked young loins immediately re-firing her sensual excitement. If she kept it up she was going to slip into a series of uncontrollable orgasms for sure, and this morning she definitely did not want that to happen before she got to young Mark Blakely!
She reined the big roan to a halt, looking around for a vantage point where she could dismount and not readily be noticed, even by a chancing glance. The perfect place presented itself to her searching green-eyes ... a tiny alcove with rock-formations, grass for Gallant Red, and a backdrop of dense wood. Pleased, the auburn-haired girl headed for it.
Swinging down from her mounts, Lydia loosely tethered Gallant Red behind a near-concealing rock, then surveyed the almost deserted, panoramic landscape. With the exception of a pick-up truck, she saw nothing moving, especially a black and white deputy sheriff car. Goddamn! She thought, reaching into her deep shirt-pockets. Feeling the pictures, she brought them out and began to lewdly examine them once more. God ... she was a deliciously beautiful young bitch, that Jean Blakely ... and the way she had licked and sucked her pussy under the influence of the mind warping LSD last night! Just the remembering thought sent tiny spasms of shimmering lust stabbing through her aroused young loins and heated, soft belly. It wasn't over between them yet, regardless of the outcome with Mark! She had to have more of the delectable young creature's cunt and tongue!
She sensed the uneasy pressure within her and glanced around for a place to relieve herself. Not wanting to curtail her view, she chose a small rock and moved behind it, lifting her leather skirt to lower herself into an obscenely squatting position, the group of pictures and negatives in her hand. She continued to glance at the salacious reproductions of their orgy while the gushing little stream flowing from her cunt sent further tingles of licentious arousal rippling through her. Relieving herself in the open this way had always turned her on, like a little girl squatting behind a bush in the front yard, certain that no one could see her ... but the wildly lust-charging snapshots in her hand were adding much to the sensation. Damn, there was something absolutely erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like this, she tremoringly thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten her moment of sensual delight ...
And she was still in that exposed, squatting stance when the vicious growl filled her ears like a building roar of thunder! Physically unmoving, Lydia Newell raised her widening, green-eyes in immediate apprehension, the huge german shepherd dog standing not ten-feet in front of her with its barred fangs gleaming, causing the blood in her veins to figuratively turn to ice! Had she not recognized the beast, she would have recognized the golden medallion that hung from her powerful neck!
Caesar! The wild-pack leader! Oh ... oh my dear Goddd!
The other greyish brute slunk from the shadow of the wood then, and Lydia heard the whimper chokingly bubble up from somewhere deep inside her. She started to move, her nakedly exposed legs growing numb from their now-strained position, but the herculean dog's warning snarl froze her there, and it was that very guttural sound that sent Gallant Red galloping off in the wild-eyed fright down the slope!
The immense brute moved sleekly toward her, fangs still bared, its amber-glowing eyes like something out of a Greek-myth as she squatted openly in her obscenely widespread position, the very fear of life and death raging through her! She fell backwards before the stalking, on-coming beast, her frantic brain trying to conceive some way of passifying its ferocity! And then ... she remembered Annie Purcell, and what Jean Blakely had unwittingly told them the night before! Slowly, but intentionally, she raised her long legs, drawing them back to luridly present her nakedly exposed, young loins before the vicious brute. She even undulated them teasingly, as if she were offering them to a man, feeling the warm mud her urine and the earth had mushed beneath her lower, naked back!
God almighty! He'd kill her! Between them, they'd tear her to pieces! Uncontrollably, she whimpered aloud, the pictures falling from her hand in fear-filled desperation, nothing else mattering except that she come through this terror alive!
* * *
Caesar moved over and around her in hated rage. Mental flicks of similar anger from ages long passed flickered through his unearthly brain. He raised his head and growled once to bring the other shaggy-haired beast who was his companion between her raised white legs. Fury rampaged within his powerful canine body. They had tormented his golden-one, used her in ways that greatly displeased him! This female one of the sheep was evil, and she must know his vengeance measure for measure! Lex talionis! Again, he commandingly growled, and the grey dog moved forward; his heavily parting tongue hanging wetly in anticipation from his open mouth ...
* * *
Never in her spoiled young life had Lydia Newell actually known true, rank fear! But she did at that moment, as she cringed her body down in the mud produced from her own urine, her shapely white legs drawn back, her trembling, taut buttocks raised to obscenely display her vulnerable, hair-fringed loins before the pair of feral brutes threateningly encircling her! She gasped in near-hysteria at the grey, wolfish animal moving between her lewdly drawn-back thighs, his huge, vicious-appearing head not inches above her nakedly defenseless vagina! She stole a frantic glance at the immobile statue of Caesar standing off to one-side as if judgingly watching, but then her eyes quickly fastened once more on the menacing beast centered between her widely-parted legs!
"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped out as the wolf-like brute lowered its head and licked out with his hotly ravaging tongue, its wet heat saturating her helpless young loins like a sudden jolt of lightning! Twice more, she cried aloud in confused fright as the mighty dog obscenely flicked its wetly burning tongue into the sensitive intimacy of her unprotected cunt lips!
"Oooohhh ... oooooohhhh ... my God ... my God ...!" Lydia gutturally moaned, her entire panic-stricken body quaking uncontrollably beneath the beastial tonguing of the massive grey-dog! It sliced through the thinly moistened crevice separating the ragged, hair-lined lips of her cunt like a searing, flexible blade! With raised head and dreading eyes, she saw her teeny, erect clitoris frantically quivering! God, if it could scream, it would, she thought insanely as the brute continued to splay her pink cunt-flesh wide open with its hot, rapaciously licking tongue!
Oh Christ ... could it actually be happening? Two massive wild animals obscenely ravishing her ... yet, one simply watching while the other sensually destroyed her with its devastatingly working tongue! Oooohhhh ...! She'd go mad from its inhuman licking of her cunt alone! Oooohhh! Ooohhhh ... somehow ... somehow, she had to keep control of herself! Wh-What would happen next? What ... what did they intend to do with her when they grew tired of this ...? Again, she anxiously glanced toward the mighty german shepherd with the medallion, knowing now that he ... it ... whatever, decided all things! It was unbelievable but true! The huge, handsome beast hadn't moved! He stood as if waiting ... waiting while the other licked and splayed her open, lewdly upthrust loins in calculated, mind-shattering ravishment!
God, in all truth, she felt as if she were being totally destroyed! As if she were standing judgement ... and there wasn't time to recount all the sins of her wicked young life! She began to toss her head from side to side in uncontrollable cadence to the grey dog's searingly swirling tongue claiming the tiniest secrets of her feverishly reacting cunt! Oooohhh ... oohhhh ... s-she would gladly give her soul to the lowest entity ... just as long as it didn't stop ... never, never stopped ...!
But it did! And all when a ferocious growl emitted from the waiting Caesar! Lydia felt her hesitant breaths suddenly knotting in her throat as she watched and waited wild-eyed to the movements of the powerful animals! She saw the wolfish dog back off, then lie down, rolling onto its back! Caesar moved behind her, incredibly nudging at the top of her head with his nose! They weren't gentle nudges, nor was his growl less than menacing! Fearfully, Lydia guessed at his meaning, immediately responding. She lowered her legs and raised up to her knees, feeling the continued pushes of Caesar's great head against her skirt-covered buttocks as she crawled upside down on all fours above the animal's huge pulsating genitals, her legs spread wide over his nose! Then she sensed the brute's head raise between her kneelingly spread thighs and once more begin to lick the burning, wet crevice of her open pussy, its fluid, wetly searing tongue spraying and licking up into her flushed cunt-lips with maddening intensity!
Oh God almighty! She'd cum a thousand times, this way, the auburn-haired bachelorette thought wildly, reaching back to obscenely pull her leather skirt up as high as it would go and give the beast unhindered access! If only it didn't stop! Insanely rising sensations of unqualified lust were beginning to rage furiously through her hotly fired genitals and trembling belly to the massive animal's wildly ravishing tongue!
The further erotic excitement churned inside her as she felt the cool wetness of Caesar's nose sniffing back between her nakedly exposed buttocks! Abruptly his heated tongue made sensual contact with the tiny, puckered hole of her anus, then began to lick up and down the smooth, wide crevice, while the grey-one tongued incessantly at her inflamed cunt from below!
"Oooohhh ... oohhh God! They're licking my pussy and rectum at the same time!" Lydia coarsely groaned, sensing the powerful german shepherd's hotly snaking tongue-tip once more at the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole, the end of it curlingly attempting to worm its way up inside the sensitive, soft-fleshed lips! Oooohhh ... she was going to go right out of her mind with the unnatural lewd pleasure they were bringing her ... and then she sensed the first bubble about to burst inside her! S-She was going to cum like never before in her life ... yesss she was cuuuummmminnnngggg ...!
Her half-naked, young body, skirt pulled high up over her hips, convulsively jerked and writhed on her knees before the unceasing savagery of their hotly licking tongues, her legs and belly trembling in her erotically whirling bliss as shrill gasps of sensual delight squealed helplessly from her throat! Minutes later, while their lashing tongues contined to lave back between her nakedly grinding loins without let-up, she could feel herself cum again ... and yet again! Her brain beginning to deliriously whirl from the intense strain down between her widesplit thighs! Uninteligible whimpers and babblings tumbled from her slackened lips as the oral rape to her screaming loins endlessly went on!
In fact, she hardly noticed the presence of strong, furry forepaws suddenly clutching tightly at her defenseless upraised hips ... not until the hot, hardness of his massive animal-body brushed against the soft, smooth skin of her nakedly exposed buttocks cheeks! Oooohhh ...! Caesar had mounted her from behind!
Rather than fear or shame, the glazed emerald-eyes of the sensuously aroused girl swam in lurid salaciousness, lewdly pictured memories of Jean Blakely's wanton admissions the night before racing through her mind! "He fucks me so wonderfully ... and his cock is so long and thick and hard ...!"
Excitedly, Lydia twisted her head to look back, trying to catch sight of his animal-penis ... and she did! In his upright position, clinging with powerful front legs to the rounded arch of her nakedly defenseless hips, she saw his huge, scarlet cock slipping from its heavy sheath, the pointed tip of the excitedly hardened shaft meaningfully glistening and jerking back between her openly spread asscheeks! Oh ... oh God! I-It was unbelievable ... like a beveled spear of gradually thickening cock-flesh that seemed to have no ending to it! In wanton fascination, she stared, watching it continue to grow out of the protective sheath, the brute's massive testicles seeming to grow and bloat with his animal-sperm right before her eyes! God almighty! He ... it, they, were beautiful!
The beastial spectacular in itself was sufficient with the hotly goading tongue of the sprawled animal beneath her savagely lapping her frenzied cunt to trigger yet another climax! Spastically, her entire young body trembled with the violent sensations shrieking ecstatically through it! Her brain struggled in its vortex of lust! How many cums was this? Three ... four ... more? God, she was losing all sense of perspective! Her whole being insanely quivered ... as if she'd been milked of her spinal fluid! She was truly going to go completely insane before they were finished with her ... but ... but she had to have his cock ... his tremendous, long, thick animal-cock plunging brutally up into her belly ...!
In her drained, mind-shattering state, it was long moments before Lydia realized the mounting Caesar's intentions! And when she did, her reaction was automatic! The drawing upward of his huge and pointed animal-penis between her widespread buttocks might have warmed her under normal conditions, but there was nothing normal involved in this unnatural, beastial gang rape of her open young genitals!
Good God! He intended to fuck her in the rectum with it! There wasn't any question with the way its hardened, wet point was probing along the softly yielding crevice separating the whitely trembling mounds of her upthrusted buttocks. He intended to sodomize her!
For the first time since the beginning of their intoxicating ravishment, total utter horror filled the helpless, auburn-haired girl! Of all things she had ever sexually desired and been a part of, sodomy had never been one! The thought alone was enough to make her cry out, and she did, frantically, with pleading eyes, looking back at the mighty german shepherd mounting her.
"Oh ... oh no, God ... please don't ...?" she openly begged, as if she were addressing a human male. "Ooohhh ... please ... no ... no ...?"
But there was no mercy in the burning amber-orbs that glared down at her. Instead, she saw a baring of fangs and heard the condeming growl that spat vicously from his medallioned throat!
God, it was almost as if he were punishing her for something, Lydia incredulously reasoned! But that was insane! He was just a dog ... a wild dog ... yet, could it be possible that he'd seen her ... she and Link with Jean Blakely the night before? W-Was he about to repay her for that ...?
"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped out, the presence of his cock-tip caressing her tiny sensitive anal lips in brushing little strokes sending cringing sensations of confused dread racing through her! They continued, his swollen animal-hardness taunting the tiny mouth as it relentlessly probed for its cruel, ass-splitting entry. Frantically, she clenched her sphincter muscles tight, determined to fight him as the wet, beveled point pressed hotly forward and wormed cruelly up between the vainly resisting outer lips of her tiny asshole!
"Oh God, Caesar, no! No, please, don't do it?" Lydia heard herself whimperingly beg ...!
There was a punishing growl first, and then it happened, her futile clenched rectal muscles giving way, like a thin barricade of useless silk before an onslaughting army! She intensely felt the tapered length of his huge cock moistly penetrating the tiny, begudgingly stretching hole of her ass just as if she had rotated her finger around up inside with vasoline and lubricated it for him! Slowly, the hardened, burning rod of animal-flesh ploughed deeper and deeper up into her virginal rectum, ever-expanding the now thinly stretched outer lips as she gasped and whimpered before the unnatural intrustion into the warm, rubbery depths of her inhumanly splitting back passage!
* * *
Warm feeling of vehement retribution soared through Caesar's powerful body as he hunched his loins forward with intentional slowness, gradually submerging his heavily hardened animal-cock deep up into the forbidden rear passage of her human, female being! Some thing had instructed him accordingly, yet he knew not what ... only why. This evil female, she of the sheep, had to be punished in the most degrading and painful way possible, and she would be!
Nevertheless, the grasping heat of her human, female inner-flesh around his deeply slithering penis sparked lewdly growing-sensations of bestial sexuality in his taut body that boiled in his loins! Fleeting pictures of time immemorial raced through his near-human intelligence, though the wild canine part of him refused to acknowledge this! He saw only the replica of his golden-haired one's being nakedly helpless body being misused and by this human bitch and her companion and moved in closer behind the uncovered, secret body of the white female-human before him! Evil, she was, and there was an inbred way to meet evilness! Hadn't he had to do the same with bitches of his own pack ...?
* * *
"Oooohhhhh ...!" Lydia still kneeling on all fours over the grey, shaggy haired dog's reclining body, rasped in her completely sensuous world of pain-pleasure! The insane licking of her heatedly splayed inner-cunt from below had never ceased, even while the forbidden invasion of her tiny, defenseless ass-hole took place! Her nearly-unnerved brain could barely cope with the confused sensations racing through it! And then, suddenly, she was aware of Caesar behind her increasing the speed of his lewd hunching of his loins up between her open ass cheeks and fucking into her vainly resisting rectal channel like the beast he was!
She felt the pointed tip of his animal-cock grazing at the very underside of her hot belly, up inside, as well as the swollen length of his cone-shaped hardness ruthlessly expanding the snug mouth of her once tiny unstretched asshole!
"Aaaauuuggghhh!" she grunted, head thrown back to the vicious shock of stabbing pain screeching through her! With a wrenching lurch, she desperately tried to shake the impaling rod of scorching animal-cock from her deeply pierced rectum, but the effect was useless! As she grunted again and strained as though to pass gas to rid herself of the agonizing invasion, Caesar's fierce warning growl filled her ears, while his hairy forepaws savagely clutched at her soft, naked hips, and he began to pump furiously into her from behind!
Along with her own pained babblings, Lydia heard the beast's deep-chested whimpers as he hammered with unmerciful rhythm up into the now soft yielding confines of her back passage. The savage, incessantly working tongue of the brute-head up between her kneed-out thighs lessened the torture with its hot hungry licking of her now, greedily throbbing cunt. Gradually the pain became more bearable, though it was still a tormenting blend of misery and weird stimulation. She felt saturated with wetness back between the entire area of her buttocks and loins, and also felt never-before emotion of debasing shame and humilation. God, to be forcibly sodomized was in itself degrading and perverse enough, but by a raping, wild animal ...!
Yet, everytime she tried to think, her spinning brain blanked to the flesh-ripping thrusts jolting her ever more forward, until at last her pain-contorted face was brushing down against the huge hardened animal-cock of the sprawled dog beneath her! In her agony, she hadn't noticed the scarlet rod of swollen flesh emerging slowly from its furry sheath! The sight of it, long and thick and obscenely naked fired a new, more lewd passion inside her! She sensed her nakedly upraised buttocks squirming unconciously and of their own violation back onto Caesar's huge punishing hardness, a masochistic feeling of depraved joy boiling wierdly up in her belly! While she stared downward at the wet length of jerking penis, she began to undulate her body, moving her obscenely spread buttocks in tiny, lewdly accepting circles back onto his powerfully hammering cock, wishing she could see it vanishing up into the wide stretched little hole of her anus. But she could feel it reaming the soft rubbery depths, plowing and expanding the resilient hot flesh deep inside her rectum! She could even feel his bloated, sperm-filled balls slapping heavily down against her flushed cunt-lips where the wolfish dog's never-ceasing tongue licked at the raging nerve-ends of her seething pussy flesh!
She felt less than human ... no more than a bitch animal herself, suddenly reveling in her obscenely sandwiched position between two wild beasts that were vilely defiling her with cock and tongue! Her brain screamed, her nakedly grinding buttocks yielding before Caesar's hot, battering body, fiis huge rod of hardness racing up into the very depths of her feverishly tingling asshole, while her soft belly and inflamed cunt quaked and tremored to the mind-shattering tongue plundering wetly up into her open cunt from below! She gaped down at the huge animal-cock not inches beneath her! Her hand, beyond her conscious control now, sought it, feeling the beast lurch as she wrapped her human fingers around its wet, scarlet thickness, finally sliding them downward along the hardened rod to cup its base and the brute's bloated, cum-filled balls!
Bitch, she was ... yes ... yes! The auburn-haired girl insanely moaned as she lowered her head and opened her lush, tongue-moistened lips, her green-eyes glazing when she slid them down over the hot, beveled tip, working her curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth was filled to the stretching point with the wild sweet-tasting animal-cock! Blindly, she locked her eager lips around it and immediately the sprawled dog began to obscenely pump his loins upward into her face, causing her to almost gag as it shot to the back of her throat then down, its entire length nearly disappearing between her hungry, ovally nursing lips!
Voraciously, Lydia sucked, her lust-glutted mind totally devoid of reality. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head up and down, her tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden sleekness of his huge animal-penis! Her soft hand warmly cupped and caressed his massive, cum-filled balls, while at the same time she thrust her naked buttocks back in rhythm onto the growing hardness of Caesar's furiously plunging cock completely stuffing the stretched channel of her ass!
Oh Christ ...! What would it taste like ... its cum? Less than human? Gamey? Sweet? Tangy! As hot and pungent as Mark's? God, it didn't matter now! She wanted it ... wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth ... to swallow his animal jism, feeling it dribbling down her throat, filling her raging belly just as Caesar's massive cock pummeling into her maddeningly stretched rectum was going to fill her bowels to the bursting point from behind! Together, they could drown her in their scalding, beast-sperm and ... and she would cum like a boiling geyser! A-Any minute now ...! Ooohhh ... she wanted them all to cum together ... together ...!
She sensed the-oncoming explosion of the wolfish brute beneath her, its hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it! It's tongue ceased in the blazing, wet crevice of her inflamed cunt, a weird whine come from down between her wide-spread legs as the first squirt of animal-cum gushed hotly up into her greedily working mouth! Then, it spurted an unending stream squirting from it! Lustfully, she swallowed in thick hungrily absorbing gulps, locking her lips tightly around the rhythmically ejaculating cock, determined not to lose the tiniest drop of the fiery cascading liquid!
Caesar growled fiercely from deep in his powerful throat. Uncontrollably, Lydia whimpered around the brute-cock slowly deflating in her mouth, feeling the thickly boiling liquid of Caesar's animal-sperm shoot far up into her rectum, and detonating her own final, shattering climax! Delicious spasms of insane release frantically rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his huge, hardened animal-cock as it incessantly squirted its load of wild, burning semen deep, deep up into her eager, inwardly sucking bowels!
On and on it went, like some pagan ritual performed as an offering to the devil himself, human gasps and animal growls filling the morning air in that alter-like alcove ... until finally it was over, and the disheveled auburn-haired girl was left lying obscenely spread out on the earthen spot dampened by her own urine. Once, she raised her head to look around as a gasping tremor seized her half-naked young body in its lewdly splayed position. She was alone ... quite alone ...! ... And then, she remembered, clambering to her knees to frantically search around her ...! They were gone ... gone! The bastard ... the goddamned animal bastard! He'd taken the pictures between his teeth and vengefully loped away!
Chapter 9
Mark Blakely was roused from a sound sleep shortly after noon by a keyed-up Steve Foster furiously shaking the exhausted young deputy, at the same time rasping in a coarse whisper: "For Christ sake, wake up will you, guy? Wake up ... all hell's broken loose ...!"
"Wha ...? What's wrong?" Mark confusedly stammered, bolting upright in the guest-room bed to stare blankly at his obviously distraught friend. "What the hell is it ...?"
"Easy, keep your voice down!" Steve gestured with his hand, still speaking under his breath. "I don't think we should upset the girls with it ...! Lydia Newell, she was attacked and gang raped this morning by two dogs from the wild-pack ... right in broad daylight, for Christ's sake! The whole fucking town is up-in-arms ...!"
"Jesus ...!" Mark swore, his trained mind quickly shedding the web of sleep, his mental capacities immediately beginning to function. He swung from the bed and grabbed at the clothes he'd left draped over a chair. "Fill me in fast! How is Lydia?"
"Taking it well enough as near as I could make out," the red-bearded writer replied in hushed tone, stepping back and nervously lighting a cigarette while Mark dressed. "I was at the high school trying to talk to the Purcell girl when I saw this red sports car come screaming crazily into town. It figured to be something, so I jumped back into my wagon and followed it to the Town Hall. This slick, auburn-haired chick jumped out and ran, half staggering, inside to the Chief of Police's office with me and a half-dozen others not ten-feet behind her! Then, we all heard her spill it to Morgan! She'd been horseback riding, stepped down for a rest, and suddenly this Caesar bastard and another wild-mutt charged out of the woods and attacked her ... just like that!"
"Two of them!" Mark half-choked. "She said they both raped her?"
"That's what she implied ... chased her horse off and went at her!" Steve said, his eyes lighting with unhidable flecks of excitement at the thought. "Said she had to walk some three-miles back to her ranch ... and she looked pretty disheveled, all right ...
"How about her mental state?" Mark questioned, running a comb through his hair, then buckling on his holstered weapon.
"Christ, that was the part that got me, Mark!" Steve replied. "She was as composed as a queen at a coronation! Refused to see Doc Emory, or be treated in any way ... just raging, fucking mad is all, and demanding that something be done!"
"That figures," Mark hissed drily, never surprised at any reaction from the stone-hearted girl who treated others as subservient, personal possesions. But ... but raped by two of those wild bastards ...! Christ, if this was any indication of what could happen ... ? "She was sure one of them was Caesar?"
"She swore one animal had a Roman medallion around its neck!" Steve answered, then: "Goddamn, Mark ... how do a pair of dogs, wild or any other kind, fuck a woman? Shit, I mean ... not only the actual approach, but where the hell does intelligence ... the motivation come from?"
Mark ignored his guest's question. It struck too close to home. Instead, he said: "You're right about keeping it from the girls. Jean's in no condition for this kind of jolt. How is she, anyway, have you seen her?"
"I looked in. She's resting and Carol's with her."
"Good. We'll give them a little story and head down town," Mark said, scooping up his hat. "I don't like the sound of things at all, Steve. That wild-sonofabitch, Caesar ... the brute's gone too far attacking Aaron Newell's daughter! God knows, any woman in the valley would have been horrible enough, but Lydia Newell! Damnit, what I've been trying to avoid all along may be well out of control now!"
"You mean, a hunting posse?" Steve pressed, butting his cigarette.
"I mean a bunch of drunken wild-men swarming over the hills and shooting at everything that moves!" Mark bitterly snapped, remembering the death of his own father ...!
* * *
The bond of intimacy so fervidly born between Jean and Carol only hours before had brought a new dimension to their relationship that Jean neither understood, nor intended to question. She was solely contented that it existed. A warm smile, or an affectionate touch from Carol was sufficient to keep her new exciting emotions simmering without blatantly racing into a sensual consummation. That would simply happen at precisely the proper moment, she felt certain, and it would be beautifully fulfilling between them! As well, the blonde young wife was confident that their liaison would have no effect on their marriages; they both loved their husbands too much and were intellectual enough to understand the infatuating workings of bisexuality!
Privately, each had chosen separate moments to contemplate their revealed, sensuous feeling toward the other, but it was only Jean who tried to truly analyze them. Her long-time friend needed no self-acknowledgement: she had always been a little hot-box, and as well she had forever harbored secret lesbian desires toward Jean. Besides, her voluptuous blonde friend was not, after all, the first girl in her swinging life, was she ...!
With Jean Blakely, her short interval of avid soul-searching had been somewhat different. Convinced now that she had been under the influence of some drug the night before, probably LSD, she was unceasingly conscious of the wanton passion it had unleashed within her, for lustful desire still smoldered in her warm belly and moistened loins like banked, hot coals, as if waiting to be stoked into roaring flames once more! Her mind continuously filled with vivid mental pictures of her own naked performance, her face lewdly nuzzled in Lydia Newell's exposed, wet loins, their heat, aroma, and taste as graphic to her senses as if she were still enframed between those long, white legs! God, was it any wonder that she should turn to beautiful Carol, her oldest and dearest friend, with such forbidden cravings awakened inside her?
Jean couldn't help but think of the many warning articles she had read concerning the hallucinogenic acid, of its untimely reoccurances, a chilling little tremor rippling through her young body as she lie there in the bed. Supposing that happened to her and she uncontrollably went into a ... a fit of lesbian lust ...? God forbid, but should it happen, there was no one she'd rather have with her to make love to than, darling Carol! She had protected her, avoiding Mark's questions, even washed and cleansed away Link Morgan's raping sperm from her ... her drenched pussy ...!
God, she was getting all hot again just thinking and remembering! If Carol was in there with her at that very moment ... but she wasn't; Jean could hear her washing dishes in the kitchen, and she, herself, was supposed to be napping, getting needed rest according to Doc Emory. That sweet old darling. Had he known ... suspected? If he had, he hadn't shown it ... simply blamed it all on the bump she'd received to her forehead ... the throbbing lump she'd gotten from Link Morgan's huge fist when they thoght she was unconscious!
Damn them both! Why had they done it to her? It made no sense at all! Oh ... she knew she was doing wrong in not telling Mark everything, but how could she? Even knowing the way they had drugged her, would he ever understand her uncontrollable acts with Lydia Newell? Link Morgan's raping her was one thing; though she hated to think what her husband would do to the vile brute if he knew! But he'd understand that wasn't her fault! With Lydia, she felt certain there'd be no such forgiveness! How many times had she heard him say that homosexual acts couldn't be forced onto anyone with an ounce of backbone! And he so deplored even the thought that up until the night with Caesar, she had been afraid to attempt oral sex with him, her own husband ...!
Caesar ...! Her wonderful animal-lover ... she hoped he was all right ... and now, she knew he had come on Carol's first night there, just as she'd suspected. Another shivering tremor rippled through her, but this time a warm, sensuous one as she remembered what Carol had told her. Accompanying it, was an undeniable feeling of jealous envy she wished didn't exist, but it did. Carol had sucked him ... actually sucked her handsome animal-lover's wonderful cock until she had made him come in her mouth! Oh damn, she was so hot ... so hot! Why didn't Carol come in, she feverishly thought, smoothing her small hands down over her sensitively moving breasts and belly, finally cupping the gossamery feeling puffiness of the moistened, hair-fringed crevice between her limply spread thighs ... caressing and gently pressuring until at last, she dozed into an uneasy, mind-spinning sleep ...
* * *
"Goddamnit! Something's gotta be done, Blakely, before that vicious pack sweeps down and rapes half the wives and daughters in the valley in one mad orgy!" Link Morgan bitterly roared to the agreeing multitude of male voices gathered in the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern. "We've waited long enough for your fucking conservationists to show! This time, it was Lydia Newell, and no less than a pair ... two of the wild bastards! Christ, Aaron Newell's daughter! What the hell'll happen next if we don't take action ourselves ...?"
"You know you're off-limits, Link!" Mark barked sharply, while Steve, behind him, began to scribble notes. "You've got to give the authorities time to get men up here ...!"
"And in the meantime, we just stand around and let those savage brutes attack and rape our women, eh, Mark?" someone in the group sounded out, the pointed question rousing a clamor of liquor-raged agreement.
Mark raised his hands. "Now wait a minute, all of you! Wait ...! Hold it down! Let me finish ...!" They quieted verbally, but the tensioned atmosphere let the Deputy Sheriff realize he was fighting a losing battle. "Some of you men here have seen ... ridden with a no-head nor tail posse ... a band of whiskey-soaked, frantic men with loaded weapons ... firing at every leaf moving or, breaking twig! I don't have to tell you that innocent people, animals, whatever, can die from that insane action! That's why I'm asking you to wait for the conservationists. They'll be here right away ... perhaps tomorrow ...!"
"Tomorrow's too late, Mark!" someone shouted. "At least, it's too late for me! I've got two teenaged daughters and a wife to protect, and I don't intend to do it after they've been raped!"
"Right! Abe's right!" another threw in, until finally the entire, unruly group was in accord.
"Maybe, they've got a point, Mark!" Steve hissed into his ear. "Damn, what would you do?"
"Not this, for Christ's sake!" the determined deputy snapped back at his friend. "Use your head ... a band of drunken men with weapons in those hills? You ever seen a swarm of hopped-up soldiers attacking an objective and wind up shooting at each other ...? Well, I have ... and if I can, I'm going to avoid it here! As well-meaning as these men are, they're in no mental condition to go out there ...!"
"Blakely! Blakely!" It was link Morgan's gruff voice. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon on the twenty-third of June! We'll give you until seven o'clock this night ... the twenty-third of June, to produce your tree-planters! If they're not there by then, we ride!"
Again, the outburst of agreement re-echoed through the bar room.
"You're ... you're leading these men into certain trouble, Chief Morgan!" Mark shouted at the top of his lungs. "Leading them into certain trouble. You know the law as well as I do ... or should! I order you not to do this ...!"
"To hell with you, Mark!" someone half-screamed. "They're our wives and daughters ... not yours!"
Once more, the agreeing men shouted their yeas!
"That's it, Deputy!" Link Morgan roared. "You've heard the mandate of the people! Seven o'clock, and that's it! We've been more than patient, waiting for state help! No one can condemn us for protecting out homes and families! My own niece was the first, and I've waited this long! No longer! Seven o'clock, Blakely ... then we saddle up, regardless of the consequences ...!"
The overwhelming shouts and backslaps to Link Morgan let Mark know that he'd done little but gain a few hours grace. For a moment, he watched the teeming assemblage of liquored, up-tight men crowding around the big police chief, then he turned and walked from the Inn.
Steve Foster, directly behind him, caught up and said: "Christ, Mark, their point is well taken, you know! How would you feel if it was Jean that was threatened ...?"
"You think, goddamnit, that I don't know?" he stopped short and spat at his friend. "Put down that fucking pencil for a minute, Foster, and do some figuring! You have any idea what that mob is going to look like, be like, act like, by seven o'clock tonight? And carrying loaded guns?"
"Well ... I suppose ...
"You suppose shit!" Mark spat, hating himself for taking it out on his best-friend, despising the knowing that he'd lost, aware that there'd be no state help for two days hence, and not blaming the men for the course of action they were going to take! Christ! Wouldn't he like to ride with them? Put a bullet right between that german shepherd's wife-fucking eyes! But he couldn't ... wouldn't, and at the last minutes he'd still try to stop them. That was his job ...!
"I'm sorry, Mark," Steve said, walking along beside him and climbing into the patrol car. "Don't get me wrong. I'm all for law and order ... but hell, man, there's never been anything like this I just think of myself ... and Carol ... the same way those men must think of their wives and daughters, eh?"
"I know ... I know! You think it's easy for me, buddy? If you only knew ...!" Mark heard himself unwillingly admit. "Forget it! Let's just not talk about it!"
"O-Okay ... where, we going?" the red-bearded writer questioned.
"Rounds ... specific traipsing I have to perform every day in order to fulfill my role as protector of the peace!" Mark bitterly answered.
"Wh-What about the conservationists?" Steve put to him.
"They won't be here. They're two days off ... and maybe a millennium too late!"
The smaller man gaped at him. "And you knew that all along ...?"
"Anything to stall for time."
"But ... but what happens at seven o'clock?" Steve shot.
"Who the hell knows? I try again, is all ..."
Steve Foster tugged out a cigarette and lighted it. His whole frame trembled with the excitement involving him. Christ, it was an unbelievable story! What the hell kind of a lead-in would he ever open with? "Listen ... Mark ... if they ride, I'm going with them!" he said, watching the other's face.
His friend nodded. "I figured that ... but just don't be surprised if you wind up with your head in your hands!"
"Oh ... oh shit, what the hell ... Steve gurgled, sucking deeply at his cigarette.
Chapter 10
Caesar was confronted with no problem in quietly slipping into the town, even though the shadows had only begun to grow long. The sinking sun's light still glowed brightly on the horizon as the massive german shepherd sought himself a vantage point of hiding and froze into immobility, watching the furor and waiting.
Human males chaotically stumbled about the central place where speeding things sat unmoving and many waiting horses awkwardly stomped and shied. Occasionally, they whinnied, their eyes uneasy to the human clamor about them. Patiently, the powerful dog evaluated. He read the meaning of the long things that were man-formed of iron and wood, knowing the ugly flame they belched and the painful death they brought. Humans roared their communicative sounds to one another with loud, ugly throats as they staggered toward the frightened horses. Caesar saw the brute-man then, and seconds later, he, of the golden one!
Carefully, the massive wild dog appraised. He quickly read the animosity between the two male humans, the brute-man's throat-roars unnatural, as if he had eaten of the wild grass that distorted the instincts! He was waving his limbs and roaring, while the golden-one's human mate stood quiet and tall. Then, the brute-man turned away, the others with him, to climb onto the restless horses while his golden female's companion stood unmoving ...!
Intuitively, Caesar was aware that he had been right! What he and the grey-one had done to she, of the sheep, had brought this about. But he had no concern for the welfare of his pack this night; he had concealed them well and left them with ample food. They would lie well-hidden from the cruel marauding of the brute-men and his wild-pack ...!
A cracking sound that sharply rent the ending day caused Caesar's reflexes to instantly tense! Even as they did, he saw the fire spurt from one long thing and another male human clutch at his upper-leg, reeling and almost falling from the recoiling horse! Humans rushed toward him, including the golden-one's he, catching him before he fell, while others led by the brute-men, tore the long thing away from the unsteady male, pulling him, too, from a horse!
This, the keen-instincted german shepherd knew was not meant to be! Confusion dominated once more! He sensed his sleek muscles relaxing. He would wait and watch; there was ample time before he went to the sleeping place of his golden mate!
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"What does it mean, Mark?" Jean anxiously questioned. "Will they call the posse off?"
"I'm hoping to hell they'll get some sense after that," Mark sighed, gazing down at his blonde-haired wife's concerned face, then uncontrollably letting his eyes rake downward over her curvaceous young body so provocatively outlined by the thin, satin sheet. Christ, he'd like to crawl in there with her for at least ten minutes ...!
"We shouldn't waste any time, Mark," Steve Foster clipped his thoughts short. "You said you wanted to check with Doc Emory on how bad Abe was hurt ..."
"Yeah ... yeah, we better get going," the big deputy agreed, tearing his eyes from his voluptuously outlined young wife.
"What about your dinners?" Carol put in. "You characters think that I've been cooking for the fun of it ...?"
"Sorry, Baby," Steve said, grabbing his wife and planting a fast kiss on her mouth. "This is the biggest story I've ever covered!"
"Well, bully for you! I hope you starve to death ...!"
Jean said: "Mark, when will you be home?"
He bent and kissed her, then, in a soft voice: "Damnit, I don't know, Baby. I was hoping that this accidental shooting would halt these liquor-crazed men ... but instead, it's just fired them more! They're claiming if it wasn't for the wild pack, Abe Reynolds would never've been shot! They're like a bunch of animals out there ... and I've got to do everything I can to keep them from going into those hills ...!"
"Mark, please?" his luscious, blonde wife pleaded. "I need you tonight, really need you!" she almost whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "If I ever needed you ... it's tonight, Darling ...!"
"Honey, Honey ... Christ!" the young deputy gasped, untangling himself from her grip. "If I could, I would stay with you, Baby ... but I can't! You've got to understand ... at least, try! These drunken maniacs ... someone could get killed out there tonight! I've got to do my best to stop them! Please, Baby ... try to understand ...?"
And then, he was upright, ignoring her and looking at his watch.
"What time is it?" Steve anxiously questioned.
"Almost nine. Doc should have the bullet out of him by now," Mark replied. "We better get back there ..."
"I'm still going with them if they ride, Mark!" the red-bearded writer said. "You understand ...?"
"Forget it. Let's keep them from killing each other if we can ...!"
The two wives remained silently by, one staring from her bed, the other near her as they gaped at the empty doorway, listening to their respective husbands leave the house without further word to them.
"Are you hungry, Baby?" Carol, with a touch of rising anticipation to her voice, asked.
"I-I was, but ... but ..."
Carol smiled. "I understand, Honey. Me too, though I don't know why. By this time, I should think we'd both be familiar with this sort of evening."
"D-Do you really ever get used to their being gone at all hours?" Jean wondered aloud, terribly upset that her young husband hadn't realized the importance of her physical need for him tonight above everything. God ... had she made a mistake in marrying him, even loving him as she did? "N-Never knowing where they are ... when, or if, they're coming home ...?"
"Hmmmpff ... after a couple years of marriage to an idiot-writer like I've got, you get damned well used to it," the willowy brunette replied, though with a little smile of deep affection radiating in her incandescent eyes. She reached down then with one soft hand and gently grazed her fingertips along Jean's smooth cheek. "Anyway ... I'm just as pleased to have you all to myself tonight, Baby."
A sensuous tremor of arousal fluttered through the tormented young wife's thinly covered curves at the warm contact and the undeniable meaning behind her dearest friend's words. She smiled upward with quickly incited desire at the sparkling-eyed girl, tenderly ... needingly, taking her slender hand and brushing her soft cheek with it. "I ... I love that thought, Carol darling! I really love it!" she throatily whispered.
The supple, raven-haired Carol, felt a shiver of delight ripple upward along her spine. God ... should she? Should she ...! At what cost ...? Yet, she heard herself say, "Beautiful, Baby ... I'm disgusted with the thought of eating, too! Let the damned roast-beef harden into a nice, fat lump for them!"
"T-There's better things to eat than roast-beef ..." Jean pointedly rasped, almost blushingly shying her eyes from the other's heated gaze.
The darling! The beautiful, luscious creature, Carol ardently thought! God almighty ... was it really going to happen ... after all these years? She swallowed tightly, and said: "I-I thought maybe I'd undress and get in beside you ... that we could trade a few more intimate secrets, Baby ... amongst other things ... that is if you're sure you'd like to ..."
"Oh ... oh, God yes! I'd like ... want that, Carol darling! I do ... I do!" Jean enthusiastically whimpered, once more brushing her silken-skinned cheek against her beautiful friend's soft, warm hand, while the persistent sensations gnawing hotly down at her loins and belly quickly fanned the bed of banked coals into sensuously licking flames!
* * *
Caesar lingered long enough to see them assemble once more, climb onto the fear-filled horses and ride away with the brute-man leading them, though he cared little. He then watched his golden-mate's human male disappear into his speeding thing and swiftly leave toward the hills. Momentarily, he wondered at the human intellect!
The streets lay deserted before him. No posted humans guarded as in the past. Had he chose, his pack could hunt and ravage at will! He instinctively knew these things as he trotted along familiar ways toward his destination, unfathomable arousal mounting within his massive, feral body as he approached the shelter of his golden mate. Then, he saw the glow from the glass opening ... saw that the glass was raised as if in open invitation and moved stealthily toward it!
Soundlessly, Caesar placed his forepaws on the sill and raised himself. He saw them then, his golden-haired one and she of the fired-eyes and hungry lips who had pleased him so well with her mouth the other night! They lay beside one another on the sleeping place, very close, entwined, even their mouths meeting and clinging, and they were both uncovered beneath the white cloth. Their legs squirmed, their feeling portions moving over each other's young-feeding mounds, the sibilant sounds reaching him from them letting the mighty animal know that warmth and affection existed between them!
Excitement at the visual closeness of their association hotly inspired him! The powerful animal licked at his chops as natural fervor flushed in his vigorous loins! Soundlessly, he eased up through the opened way, still laving his long, saliva-moistened tongue over his opened mouth as he stared at the unaware female humans!
Jean saw him before he ever whimpered! "Caesar ... darling!" she gasped, tearing herself free and sitting upright to hold her arms wide open as the great dog leaped onto the bed and moved forward to affectionately lick his tongue over her happily smiling face!
"Oh my beautiful baby!" she gasped, hugging his medallioned neck tightly, which Carol, sitting erect beside her, smiled as if a long lost lover had just come home!
"God!" the naked, willowy brunette gasped. "He's so beautiful!"
"Yes, Yes!" Jean hissed, flattening the resilient white mounds of her whitely bared breasts against him, kissing his huge furry head and passionately clinging to him. "He's the most beautiful creature in the whole world!"
"I know ... I know ... I think I love him, too!" Carol throatily exclaimed, running her slender hand over the mighty animal's darkened mane, both girls the more incited by their stimulating nakedness they had sensually stripped each other to in their mounting, sexual desires!
"Oh, you sweet darling ... you've come to love me, haven't you?" Jean uncontrollably breathed. "Haven't you, my lover?"
Carol heard the mighty beast whimper, almost as if he understood Jean's words! God, it was unheard-of ... but she knew it was so! Subconsciously, she stroked a hand over the smoothly rounded firmness of her own full breast, thrilling to the feel of its tingling, hardened little nipple; then, she said: "Do it, Darling! Get up on your knees so he can do it to you from behind! That's why he's come! He ... he wants to fuck you!"
Carol's lustful words raked through Jean's passion-infused brain like white-hot barbs! "Yes ... yes ... that's what he wants, isn't it! To ... to fuck me like he's done before!" she gasped hotly, the sound and using of the luridly graphic, four-letter word like a bellows to the licking flames in her trembling belly and feverishly moistened loins! She scrambled about in the bed, quickly getting onto hands and knees, unhesitatingly spreading her long white legs and full young thighs wide apart toward him! Lowering her head and shoulders, she eagerly looked back from her obscenely assumed position to see her animal-lover's glowing amber-eyes fixed on the white, upthrusted mounds of her lewdly offered buttocks!
"I'll help!" Carol licentiously exclaimed, getting onto her own knees beside the heavily-breathing young blonde wife. "Come on, Caesar, Darling! Up ... up and fuck our Jeannie! She needs your cock so badly tonight, Lover!" the intensely aroused brunette invited, gently patting Jean's soft, smoothly upturned buttocks. Then, with self-gratifying salaciousness, she moved closer, leaning over Jean and facing Caesar to embrace the white, fully rounded moons. With soft hands and extended fingers that met in the smooth creamy crevice, Carol excitedly spread apart even further the lush ovals of her friend's warmly yielding young ass-cheeks! "You see, Darling?" she huskily addressed the huge, watching dog, her eyes alive with burning delight as they feasted on Jean's lewdly exposed vaginal split!
Eagerly, Carol pulled at the resilient white moons until the tiny puckered mouth of her blonde girl friend's pink anus was slightly gasping, opening and closing teasingly before her! She locked her hungry dark eyes on the golden, curl-fringed lips of Jean's flushed cunt, watching them moistly separate to reveal the intimate wetness of its hot, pink inner-flesh! "Th-There, Darling!" she rasped sensuously, the delectably firing sight touching off wild sensations in her own churning belly and smouldering loins! "Let me get it all slicky and ready for you!"
Jean squealed out her sigh of delight as she felt Carol's warm, damp tongue licking down through the wide-spread crevice of her naked buttocks, pausing to lovingly brush and stab with the hotly searing tip of it at the tiny mouth of her anus before moving further down to the passion-inflamed opening of her widely exposed vagina! Again, Jean whimpered out as Carol's enticingly moving tongue splayed open the blood-swollen lips of her warmly seething pussy, licking wetly, over and through the hot electrified flesh to the hardened bud of her tiny erect clitoris! There, she played long enough to raise additional moans of gasping pleasure from Jean who was frantically trying to look back over her shoulder with mouth open wide and watch it all from her obscenely kneeling position!
For a long moment, Carol was lost in her own wanton desire, but Caesar's gentle growl reminded her. She reluctantly withdrew her tongue from the deliciously whetting crevice of Jean's eagerly tremoring cunt and raised her head. She saw the powerful animal pressing close between her girl friend's wide-spread legs and smiled knowingly at him. "Come on, Darling!" the sparkling-eyed brunette feverishly invited, moving back to give him access as she once more stroked teasingly at the smoothly curved mounds of Jean's lewdly upturned buttocks. "Hurry ... let me help ...!"
Jean remembered then and looked toward the vanity mirror, their whitely glistening reflections of their naked bodies giving her a perfect view of it all! Oh ... oh God, there it was, she erotically quivered deep up in her bowels as her handsome animal-lover mounted her shamelessly upraised buttocks from behind and his huge cock began to slither forth from its concealing sheath! She had seen it before and loved it then, but at that moment the wonderful sight of its long, thick hardness was about to drive her insane with her licentious need for it racing deep up inside her waiting belly. She stared longingly at its wetly glistening tip and watched with lewdly fixed eyes as Carol suddenly reached down to grasp it in her slender, white hand, guiding it pointedly toward the pinkly waiting wetness of her desire-inflamed vaginal hole!
Jean heard Caesar's whimper to Carol's clasping hand ... felt her powerful lover's furry forelegs grip tightly at her naked hips and thighs, then sensed the first hot contact of his wet-tipped hardness with her excitedly opening pussy-mouth!
"Now, Baby, he's going to fuck you!" Carol lasciviously hissed. "Hold tight, Darling! Caesar's going to put out the fire in your hot little cunt and belly! Go on, Lover ... fuck her good ... fuck her like you would one of your own bitches!!!"
Jean felt her breath thrillingly whipped away before the piercing charge of the dog's hugely hardened cock soared far up into the hot, dilated channel of her wetly clutching vagina! She felt its massive cone-shaped hardness spreading open her sensitive inner vaginal flesh, smoothing out every tiny fold and wrinkle of her liquid passage in semi-painful joy! Uncontrollably, she grunted out her intensively blinded rapture to the rhythmic, rapidly increasing thrusts of her mounting animal-lover fucking vigorously into her from behind!
In almost insane, uncontrollable lust, Carol watched beady-eyed from inches away, one hand with three of its fingers obscenely buried up in the steaming wet cuntal slit between her own, wide-spread thighs, the other reaching from behind through Caesar's back legs to warmly cup and milk his heavily bloated, sperm-filled balls! Wild passionate whimpers of her own blended with those of Jean's and the mighty dog fucking up into her slavishly kneeling blonde girl friend with heavy, buttock-flattening fury! She had never seen an animal fuck a girl before ... had pictured what it was probably like ... but nothing in her most licentious imagination could match the forbidden lust-inciting spectacle she was witnessing!
With fixed stare, she watched the huge dog's long and thick scarlet cock plunge like a smoothly racing piston up into Jean's hotly undulating young cunt! On the quick, rhythmic outstroke, the young deputy sheriff's wife's pink, inner-vaginal flesh appeared, clinging to the dog's cock like that of hungrily sucking lips, the wetly sluicing sound alone enough to drive her wild!
"Oooohhh ... it's ... it's so ... sooo beautifulll!" Carol heard Jean elatedly moan, and tore her eyes from the tightly clinging curls of her girl friend's flesh filled cunt to see her long blonde hair flailing as she tossed her beautiful head from side to side in her forbidden bliss. She had raised up to her hands and was grinding and fucking her whitely jerking asscheeks back unceasingly as Caesar humped up into her from behind in unremitting animal-desire, furiously smacking his loins into and flattening her eagerly yielding buttocks! Her nakedly curvaceous body quivered with every unhuman thrust, her hanging white breasts doing an enticing dance of ripples and sways to the jolting thrusts of her tightly locked animal-lover!
Lustfully, Carol withdrew her hand from between her legs and clutched at Jean's nearest, dangling breast, salaciously smearing the wetness from her own cunt over the marble-hard bud of its tiny pink nipple ...!
The lewd act reminded Jean of her excited friend's presence, and in her passion-mesmerized ecstacy, she twisted her head to look back at her. "Oooohh ... oh Darling, I-I'm sorry ...! It's so beautiful ... and I ... I needed it so ...!
"It's all right, Darling, go on ... go on ...!"
"No! No ...! I want you, too!" Jean gasped, her lust-incited brain reeling with flicking memories of Lydia Newell and the wanton thrill of licking and sucking the auburn-haired girl's cunt! "I want you up here, Carol, Darling ... with your legs spread open in front of me where I can kiss and lick your pussy with my tongue! Hurry, and we can all cum together!" she obscenely urged, reaching back to grasp her friend's hand as Caesar fucked even more wildly now up into the wide-split crevice of her hungrily welcoming young vagina from behind!!!!
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Mark toured the range roads a half-dozen times, listening with attuned ear through the opened window for the night-splitting explosion that he didn't want to hear. Not that he cared about the goddamned wild-pack, but that unnerving shot could mean that one of those drunken maniacs up there in the hills had been accidentally killed!
In two hours, it didn't happen, and gradually he relaxed to the possibility that it wasn't going to. Steve wasn't about to come back with anything but a mighty sore ass from riding that horse! If they hadn't come across the pack by now, they weren't about to. Caesar's ravaging time was somewhere close to midnight, and it was thirty minutes after that. Chances were, thank God, that the bastard had taken a holiday!
Christ, he thought, he too, was thinking of the vicious beast almost as if it had human intellect! Shows what lack of sufficient sleep can do! To hell with it! He'd go home and see how Jeannie was doing, he decided, a flashing sense of lustful arousal ripping through him at the memory of her plea just before he'd left. Damn! Might as well! What could he do, anyway? That crew had enough liquor amongst them to keep them plodding all night ... and his own sweet Jeannie was home in bed waiting for him! I need you tonight, Darling! she'd begged. Christ! He sensed his cock elongating, hardening inside his pants. Fuck 'em! Let them kill one another if that was their bag! He was going home, kick Carol back into the guest-room, and lovingly fuck his beautifully curvaceous wife ...!
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Passionately, Jean stared down at the soft, curl-rimmed lips of her girl friend Carol's sensuously splayed cunt that the vivacious brunette was spreading open to her with slender fingers placed on the dark, hair-lined lips, her lovely white legs scissored wide as she revealed the glistening, moist delicacies of the intimate little hole up between her thighs!
"There it is, Darling ... if you want it!" Carol luridly hissed. "My hot cunt! Waiting to be licked and loved ...!"
Jean didn't linger, not even to visually devour the lust-inciting beauty of it! The building, swirling heat in her young wifely loins from Caesar's huge cock fucking into her from behind, forewarned her that the moment of ecstatic explosion was near at hand. Instead, she dropped her head, snuggling her lovely face in close to the wet pungency of Carol's nakedly exposed pussy and blindly, greedily, thrust her tiny pink tongue into the hot, liquid flesh to lave and lick, sometimes sucking her way upward toward her nakedly moaning friend's suddenly quivering clitoris!
"Oh ...! Oh God, Jean ... it's heavenly! Don't stop! Do it good! Just ... just don't stop ... ever ... ever!" Carol heard herself moan, knowing the many, many times she had envisioned this very moment! Oh God, her best girl friend, Jeannie, was licking her cunt! Oh God ... she'd, go insane ...!
Caesar heard their exchange of affectionate sounds as he hungrily fucked his pale rod of burning animal-hardness deeper and deeper up into his golden-one's warmly absorbing cunt, sensing his moment of cumming nearing! He was not unhappy at their closeness, in fact, it seemed to stimulate his own want! There was something about their whiteness, the wet, pink little holes up between their smooth-skinned, naked legs that sent the wild, hot-blood racing through him! He knew that his golden-mate was mouthing the open little slit of the fire-eyed one's quivering body, and that she, the latter, was experiencing love and joy by the whimpering sounds she made! This was good, he instinctively reasoned! That beings should be happy however ... wherever! Affection and joy, his beastial mentality registered, his keen eyes watching the act before him, the sight of it goading his scalding sperm toward the moment of his near release!
Jean felt her animal-lover's cock growing and beginning to jerk slightly up inside her, sensed the worming tip caressing all the way up to the under side of her hotly inflamed belly! He was going to cum and so was she ... but would Carol? God, she wanted them all to come to orgasm together in this beautiful moment! Wildly, she sucked at her friend's deliciously tasting clitoris, hoping against hope that she'd found the secret of her ultimate release ...!
"Oh ... oh yesss, Babbyy ... Carol's going to cummm ... right in your mouthhh!" the willowy brunette gasped, clutching desperately at her own sensitively jumping breasts as the swirling passion mounted toward the erotic second of ultimate release!
"Mmmmmmm!" Jean whimpered, with hotly sucking lips and ravishing tongue, knowing her own moment of ecstasy! Suddenly, she tasted the warmly gushing juices of her girl friend's hotly flowing secretions, the frenzied delight tripping her built passions almost beyond human mentality! She sensed a bullet-like spurt of boiling semen from Caesar's deeply imbedded cock, then an unleashing of his volcanic animal-cum that seemed to saturate and swirl about hotly throughout her entire quaking belly and fill her greedily absorbing young cunt almost to the bursting point. And with it, came her own explosion of maddening bliss, her nakedly curved body spasming in obscenely forbidden rapture to the human wails and animal whimpers that filled the room ...!
And then, there was a gasping silence! Jean sensed herself falling, uncontrollably collapsing forward, her face still resting against Carol's wetly exhausted loins, her sperm-flooded young cunt still sucking greedily at Caesar's rapidly deflating animal-cock. She felt and heard him withdraw from between her legs, his softened penis slipping out of her with a soft, lewd plopping noise and she knew without looking that he would not be there when she turned her head ... yet, she did! He was gone ... her magnificent lover ... but he would come back! Again, she rested her cheek against the soft, downy wetness of Carol's still warmly pulsating cunt. It had all been so beautiful ... so beautiful ...!
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No one had heard Mark's entry into the house; he was certain of that as he stared into the room at the two naked girls! His heavy cock still throbbed in anticipation inside his pants, but at that moment it had temporarily lost a certain amount of its inspired hardness!
Jesus Christ! Jean was between Carol's wide-spread legs, her face resting against the girl's cunt! He saw her lips, wet and glistening! She'd been eating pussy ... Carol's pussy! Jesus Christ ... his Jeannie ... his own Jeannie! Jesus, she was a lesbian too!
He tried to gain control of himself, dug his nails into the palms of his hands, but he knew it was no use! His whole fucking world had twisted upside down for him anyway! He'd tried ... tried ... tried ... but this ... this was too much! He just couldn't swallow it!
Jean a lesbian! He gasped inwardly, sensing his cock hardening once more as he gaped lustfully at Carol's naked, willowy body, vengeful thoughts beginning to boil feverishly in his painfully enraged brain ...!
