A wave of astonished disbelief swept through the big, well-proportioned frame of Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely as he stood in the hallway of his small home staring beyond the partially opened door into his bedroom! The pair of naked, curvaceous young women lying obscenely curled together on the rumpled bed were totally unaware of his presence. An expression of utter incredulity distorted his handsome, chiseled features, his appalled grey eyes riveted on the wanton spectacle his voluptuous blonde wife and her vivacious, long-time friend presented in the obvious throes of sensual exhaustion!
Christ, was it possible ... or was he losing his buttons altogether? His young Jeannie's whitely ovaled buttocks flagrantly faced him in their fully rounded nakedness, and there was nothing imaginary about that! It was bare fact! Her long shapely legs still spread in satiation provided him a bird's-eye view of the wetly glistening ribbon of pink, intimate flesh separating the moistly swollen lips of her golden-curled vagina! And there was nothing hypothetical there either, nor in the viscid moisture coating the smooth white flesh of her lush inner-thighs, damply reflecting the soft lamp-light in undeniably lewd evidence! It all lay before him in the absolute, the lurid sight sucking a nauseating vacuum at the base of his stomach!
The shocked young husband reached out to grasp support of the door-frame, sensing the firm arousal of his penis he'd hurried home with, slowly softening and buckling in the middle, the lusting thoughts he had entertained concerning his young wife of two months taunting him, as if they had suddenly assumed leering faces of lesbian mockery! He watched a sensuous tremor ripple over the nakedly curved loveliness his Jean possessed, saw her brush her long blonde hair away from her face, then inconceivably graze her cheek lovingly up between Carol Foster's open thighs and rub against the moistly saturated pubic hair!
Jesus Christ, maybe the goddamned world was coming to an end, too! That would be as feasible as seeing Jean lying with her beautiful young face lewdly nuzzled to her girlfriend Carol's dark, hair-fringed pussy, her luscious lips, delicate chin, and tiny nose-tip still wet from the apparent moisture of the willowy brunette's openly spread vagina! His Jeannie ... my God ... it must have been the blow on the head from the accident! What else ...? Carol up between her legs ...! Christ, she just couldn't be a ... lesbian ... Could she? Or ... or could she ...? Goddamn, after all he'd seen the past week, just about anything was possible!
He gaped at Carol, his writer-friend's blithely stunning young wife, lying obscenely spread wide on her back, her firm well-shaped thighs salaciously open while Jean nestled her passion-moistened face against the damp softness of their house-guest's languorously offered cunt hair! With a head-shake, Mark sought to rid his brain of the incredibly lurid nightmare, but it didn't go away; he was wasn't dreaming! If ... if he'd been minutes earlier, what the hell would he have seen then? Oh shit ... there had to be a logical answer ... the accident ... was that it? He didn't know about Carol, but the blow Jeannie had received on her forehead the night before in the car accident; it was the only logical explanation! His mind reeled. And where the hell had she been last night? He hadn't been able to find that out yet, either! ... Couldn't let Steve know about this ... the poor bastard, out there risking his life riding down a wild story with that crazy, drunken hunting posse ...! ... Had to keep his goddamned head ... slip back to the front door and slam it as if he'd just come in ... seen nothing ... somehow forgive her, forget it ever happened ...!
That, Mark would painfully have done, convinced that rationality with diplomacy, preposterous as it seemed under the loathsome circumstances, was the only immediate, discreet move for all concerned ... He started to back off, then caught himself short when all of a sudden Jean began to shamelessly slither her voluptuous curves up over Carol's openly receptive body, the brunette's arms encircling his wife's neck as their full, firmly shaped breasts crushed nakedly against one another, their mouths fusing hungrily together in a heated, tonguing kiss!
Their panting little sighs of sensual fulfillment reached him, sending a renewed charge of disgusted rage seething through his big, tensed body, destroying any vestige of sanity he had struggled to hold on to! Homosexuality in any form had always sickened him, but this perverted affair ... his own wife ... and right in his own bed! Fuck!
He reached for the support of the door-frame once more, sensing his heavy cock solidly re-swelling with a non-reasonable on-rush of fresh blood! The lust-inciting scene of their seductive white bodies squirming nakedly against one another, satin-smooth flesh buoyantly yielding to erotically squirming flesh, was more than he, in his violent indignation, could restrain! He couldn't help but ogle the firing revelation of Carol Foster's supple, unclothed body, not unaware that it existed; but actually seeing it so lasciviously and nakedly displayed for the first time clawed feverishly at his loins!
Bitches! All the rationalization in the world he might summon would never eliminate the obscene picture their forbidden embrace etched in his fuming brain, nor the sheer, vengeful lust mounting from it! Goddamn them! Why not ... an eye for an eye ... and that's a game any number can play! He'd come clean with Steve after he fucked his hot little wife, shitless, too! He'd stake his ass that the poor bastard was as much in the dark about this as he'd been! Hell, he'd even suggest that Steve fuck Jean anyway he liked, if he wanted to, the vindictive young husband blindly reasoned! Why not? There was damned little that was sacred anymore ...!
The young police officer half-staggered into the room, but the pair of passion-involved girls were still unaware in their whispering intimacy. They squirmed hotly against each other in their infused nakedness, breasts to breasts, soft bellies writhingly meeting, the fully rounded mounds of Jean's whitely undulating buttocks quivering and rippling as she feverishly ground her wet loins down against those of the spread-thighed Carol beneath her! To this unrestrained exhibition, Mark lustfully pulled at his clothes, feeling almost drunk without benefit of a drink in the bitter sexual arousal that had vengefully overwhelmed him!
He controlled the urge to back out, debating the effective shock of smartly slapping his young wife across her provocatively wriggling young ass and demanding she move her face out from between Steve's wife's legs to make room for a throbbing male cock! And Christ knows, that's what it was, a poling length of thumping hardness from the inconceivably cock-hardening spectacular the two nakedly entwined woman had unwittingly staged for him! His rancorous, lust-charged brain had already crudely fashioned its lecherous path of revenge, the fervid wet gleam in his eyes nothing short of hotly inspired desire!
Carol Foster saw him then ... opened her eyes to gaspingly witness him in the act of dropping his shorts, a choking sound of shock bursting from deep within her throat!
"Oh! Oh ... my God! Mark!" she gurgled, trying to sit upright and roll Jean from between her widespread legs! "Mark ... Mark ...!"
"Yeah, it's me, Mark!" he mockingly repeated, standing naked with hands on his hips, his long, thickly rigid cock cleaving the air like a choice length of cement-hardened hose! "Surprise! Thought I'd come and join the party ... though I doubt that men are too welcome, eh?"
His blonde, young wife jerked and heaved onto her side, just as if a white-hot rod had been thrust up between her legs, he thought bitterly, the wicked smile stretching his mouth and the harsh laugh emitting from him nothing short of vicious.
"Mark! Oh ...!" Jean dazedly heard herself gasp, more shocked by his nakedness than the fact that he had come in on them in such a compromising scene! "My God! Cover yourself up in front of Carol! What do you think you're doing?"
For a brief moment, the young deputy wondered if he weren't entirely losing his grip! He stared at his curvaceous young wife's white, nakedly exposed body, her firmly rounded erect breasts still quivering from the violent move from between Carol's obscenely spread legs, the latter girl immobile as both stared at him in lewdly raised, elbowed positions! Their shocked eyes ... faces, were only half-shaded with any measure of shame! Christ, was he somehow wrong? Or had he actually seen what he had?
"You little Bitch! I'm about to uncork the facts of life on you!" he determinedly spat. "On both of you ... you loving wives who secretly eat out each other's cunt on the side and then pretend sacred marital love for your husbands!"
"Oh ... oh God!" Jean managed to stammer. "Y-You don't understand, Darling ...!"
"The feeling's mutual, Baby! You don't understand either!" Mark spat, moving toward the bed. "But I think you will before I'm finished!"
Carol started to speak, then felt her words bunching in her throat when she saw Mark lewdly stroking his long, thick hardness with one hand, grossly working the outer layer of foreskin back and forth as he moved toward her on the bed! Christ, it was so big ... so long and thick, outsizing Steve's, the gaping brunette profoundly reasoned, seeing the tiny clear droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny split at its tip! God! What did he think he was going to do to her ...? "M-Mark ... wait a minute!" she finally choked out, tearing her fear-widened eyes from the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swaying down between his strong, hairy thighs to search desperately his angrily twisted face. "I-It's not exactly what it seems!" she attempted, realizing the absurdity in her half-truth. "Please ... let me explain ...?"
"That's hardly necessary, Carol honey!" Mark glaringly rasped. "A picture's worth a thousand words, and I just watched a whole goddamned reel! No, Baby! While your husband chases down a wild pack of vicious animals at the risk of his life, I've made up my mind to fuck the living shit out of you, and my sweet little wife, Jeannie, can watch and help! Who knows, you both might learn to love a good, man-sized cock shoved up between your legs more than eating pussy!"
Jean was still too dazed by her young husband's unexpected interruption to grasp the full meaning of what was happening, but Carol Foster did! She readily realized that they had been overtly caught in a questionable act of uninhibited lesbianism, and any explanation she might attempt was only going to make matters worse, especially for Jean! Mark was obviously still in the dark concerning his young wife's being fed LSD the night before, and what they had done to her; plus the story behind her accident! He couldn't understand that she was still partially under its influence; and God knows, she just couldn't betray Jean's confidence, regardless of what happened to herself. And their dual affair with the dog, Caesar ...? Had Mark witnessed that ... or had the beautiful animal left before he'd arrived on the scene ...?
Yet, even as she thought fleetingly of the handsome illusive beast, her dark, incandescent eyes again locked on the huge thrusting hardness of Mark's heavily stiffened cock, his graphically stated intentions echoing with roused anxiety in her brain! He'd moved to the edge of the bed, coarsely stroking the long fleshy rod, working the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge turgid head not a foot from her face!
"Oh ... oh God, Mark ... th-think of Steve!" Carol huskily breathed, the tears welling into her penis-mesmerized eyes more of frustration than principle. Uncontrollably lewd sensations of rising arousal at the nearness of its lengthy, pulsating thickness began to race wildly through her! Though she had cum beautifully beneath Jean's feverishly licking tongue and lips while Caesar fucked the drugged blonde from behind shortly before, her satisfaction, as always, had been superficial! Only a man's excitedly hardened cock could truly do that for her, but ... but ...! "P-Please Mark, no ... don't do it to me ... not in front of your wife ... like this ..." she almost desperately pleaded. "Steve ... he'll kill you ... me, all of us ...!"
"And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, Baby?" the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock. "Would he kill you ... or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy glow ...?"
"Mark, my God ... stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed, trying to raise herself upright, her firmly rounded young breasts quivering and swaying with the effort. Momentarily, her smokey-blue eyes rolled to show their whites as she struggled, moving between her nakedly stripped husband and Carol whom he was intimidating! "Stop it, you hear! Cover that ... that thing up! You ought to be ashamed of yourself ...!"
In his rage, Jean's glazed expression completely escaped her husband's wrathfully blinded eyes, her unbelievable attempt to protect her lesbian partner, topped only by her contemptuously stupifying words feeding unneeded fuel to his infuriated, lust-whetted anger. It was just too goddamned much for him to swallow all in one dose! He ought to be ashamed of himself! Jesus Christ, everything was turning a brilliant crimson before him! Nor did he pay the least attention to the vivacious brunette who was trying to force his nakedly intervening wife back out of the way! Instead, Jean's tempting, upthrusted buttocks caught his seething view, and with a lashing open hand he mercilessly smacked her three times across their softly quivering whiteness!
"You adulterous little cunt!" he snarled, his hand tingling from the force of the slaps. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about shame that you're not about to forget!"
In squealing surprise, Jean cried out her stinging pain, her hurt-dimmed eyes wetly filling with tears. She looked in blank astonishment up at him, at the same time reaching back to soothingly caress her crimson flushed ass-cheeks. "Wh-What did you do that for ...?" she almost innocently whimpered.
"Stop, Mark! Don't! My God, don't please?" Carol begged, grasping his hand to keep him from repeating the act. "I'll do anything you say! Only don't punish her! S-She's not herself ... the accident ...!"
Mark caught himself, but hardly with any feeling of guilt. "And what's your goddamned excuse, Mrs. Foster?" he spat at her. "Or is licking cunt part of your regular diet?"
"Oh God!" Carol desperately groaned. "Please ... I'll do whatever you want ..."
"You're fucking well told you will!" the enraged young husband fumed, breathing heavily. "You both will, damnit! You, darling wife, take my cock in your hand! Go on! Wrap those dainty little pussy-fingers around it! Hurry up, or I swear, you won't be able to sit down for a week! Do it!"
Though mentally stunned, as well as physically smarting across the mounds of her nakedly trembling buttocks, Jean couldn't deny the rekindled sensation of erotic excitement her husband's sadistic spanking licked into flame within her sensuously revolving belly! Her LSD-warped brain had already begun to erotically spin, the pointed sight of his hard; upraised penis abruptly adding to the sensual stimulation! She stared at it for a long moment in growing captivation! It suddenly seemed that she could actually see the hot, rushing blood pounding through its long, thick hardness, through the tiny intricate veins of its flushed, heavily palpitating head ... even the microscopic spermatozoa swimming and fishtailing wildly around in the little pearls of escaped semen adorning the tiny split in the tip of his cock ...!
"Damnit, bitch, do it, I said!" her husband barked down at her.
"Y-Yes ... yes, darling ... yes!" Jean gasped, whimpering as she moved on the bed, sitting up to its edge, her feet touching the floor. Obediently, she encircled her small hand around its thick base, the bottom of her little white fist buried in his wealth of curling black, pubic-hair. "D-Don't be angry with me ... please don't ...?"
While Mark shuddered in rapidly suppressed delight at Jean's soft warm touch, Carol felt a surge of growing desire boil through her own naked body at the provocative sight. She stared enviously at Jean's small fisted hand unable to fully encompass her husband's thick, hardened length of throbbing penile flesh. Her own excitedly panting breaths shortened covetously and her eager eyes were glued to the lewdly arousing scene as once again Jean pleaded for her coldly glaring husband not to be angry with her.
"Oh fuck!" Mark luridly rasped in his obvious, pyramiding lust. "J-Just do as I say ... both of you! W-We're going to play some very interesting little shame-games ... just the three of us, until you two learn the real meaning of the word!" Then, to Carol, still lying back on raised elbows in trembling nakedness: "Now you come nice and close, Mrs. Steve Foster! You're going to worm out your hot little tongue and lick all the tasty cum-juice off it, so my prick will be nice and clean when I fuck it up into your lesbian little cunt! Come on, damn you! Lick it clean while my bitch-wife holds it out for you! Hurry up ... move!"
Carol's brief hesitation was based on little more than her closest friend's anticipated feelings; for licking and sucking a man's cock until she made it cum in her mouth had always been her foremost sexual weakness! Her hungrily locked eyes had hardly left his huge pulsating rigidity nor the promising fulfillment of his heavily filled balls, and the lustful craving within her nakedly aroused body had obliterated nearly all thought but the delicious possessing of it! His obscenely vengeful command for her to suck his cock sent spasms of swirling heat burning through her, but ... but she ... someone, had to think of Jean! The wrong move or act might set her wild ...!
"Do it, Darling! Do it!" Jean, in her naked voluptuousness exclaimed, ending right there Carol's brief fearful concern! "Do what Mark says! Lick his cock all nice and clean while I hold it out to you! ... All that sweet love juice ...! Hurry ... do it!"
"Shit!" Mark mentally blurted at his gorgeous blonde wife's lewd prompting! He'd never even know her! There was absolutely no relation between this naked, wantonly acting slut and the sensuously innocent girl he'd married! Christ, what had happened to her ... or had he been that blind right from the beginning? His brain whirled! Goddamn, if this was punishment for her, she was loving it! He tried to remember if she'd really been a virgin when he'd first fucked her! He'd thought she was! She was that tight ... but how the hell could you actually know? The old crap about the blood on the sheet, or the cry of pain when you burst into their so-called chaste little pussies ... he couldn't remember any of that because it hadn't happened ...!
"Aaaaaauuugggghhh!" Mark grunted, his thoughts shattered before the hot, wet contact of his wife's girlfriend's saliva-moistened tongue with the lewdly pulsating head of his cock in Jean's tightly clutching hand! He gaped down to see Carol's moistly pink tongue flick out, snake-like over the tip of his throbbing cocktip with unhesitant eagerness! Jesus Christ, he wildly reasoned, they come in pairs! How do you punish the unpunishable ...? Or were they about to teach him a lesson? He watched in lustful fascination the vivacious brunette's extended face, her lushly opened lips and tiny pink tongue licking out to bathe his lust-swollen knob while his own nakedly stripped wife actually held it for her in her grasping, girlish little hand! Then, he saw the riveted eyes of the voluptuous creature he'd married; they resembled sparkling gems filled with greed, the comparison of which he'd never before seen ... or noticed in her! Oh shit ... Christ ... fuck! The whole goddamned world was turning upside down ...!
"Unnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Carol gasped within at the pungent taste of Mark Blakely's warmly secreting sperm! Feverishly, she lashed her passion-inspired tongue over the spongy warmth of his turgid cock-head, wiggling the tiny tip into the sperm-filled slit, hoping to extract one more drop from its enraged, swollen head! "Skin it back, Jean!" she excitedly hissed. "Milk it out for me ... then, pull the foreskin way back!"
Mark, in his own desire-inflamed reverie watched almost as if his penis was detached from his body ... watched his own young wife responding eagerly to Carol's obscene request! He stared in absolute lechery, suddenly aware that the orgiastic scene was of his own making! They were doing no more than obeying his salacious demands, that thought causing the rage he'd known to blend with his seething lust like delectable rare wine with gamey meat sauce! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He'd cum all over her face in a second! Christ, he would ...!
"Is that better, darling?" Jean stressed, working her tiny, white hand back and forth along his throbbing, hard cock-shaft, its heavy, outer layer of skin hotly searing the thick, rigid length of blood-engorged flesh to a point of making him cry out! "Milk more out of it, you little bitch!"
The poignant sight and taste of his hotly seeping seminal emissions had already fired Carol into tremoring spasms of frantic desire! Even the thought of her husband, Steve, whom she loved so much, couldn't lessen the burning need growing like wildfire within her! And she did love him ... she did ...! Then, there were more tiny droplets of Mark's warmly escaping cum to feed her sexual hunger and fire her feverishly tingling loins ...!
Christ, he couldn't take anymore of this! He'd spurt his cum right out in her mouth, and he didn't want that, Mark reelingly thought, watching Steve Foster's naked young wife move her tongue-moistened lips forward to suck the whole of his cock up inside her soft warm mouth!
"No damnit ... wait!" he blurted, jerking his rock-hard penis back from her sensuously ovaled lips, remembering at the last second that it was the deceiving little blonde bitch, his own wife, Jean, eagerly clutching his throbbing hardness whom he wanted to shame and teach the lesson to! Punish them both, yes ... but his fraudulent, lesbian spouse first and foremost! "Another time, maybe!" he rasped, pushing Jean's hand away and climbing onto the bed, his earlier plans of vengeance racing through his lust-enraged brain. "I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you, cunt!" he spat down at the supple brunette who had rolled apprehensively onto her back and was staring wild-eyed up at him. "Then, when Steve comes, we'll tell him all about it ... everything ... and maybe you can suck me off then while my queer little wife sucks the cum up out of his balls! Meantime, baby, I'm going to fuck you silly, until this little blonde slut wife of mine cries right along with you!" Carol moaned out beneath the approaching, naked husband of her girlfriend moving wrathfully toward her, his filthy worded intentions sending uncontrollable spasms of mixed sensation rippling through her helplessly cringing belly! Oh God ... how could she stop him without betraying Jean's confidence ... and eventually Caesar ...! She had done many forbidden things ... but no man had ever fucked her except Steve! In that, she'd somehow satisfied her fidelity to him! The other girl-episodes, few as they were, and even wildly sucking Caesar that first night, she could inwardly smother without remorse, but this committing adultery with her husband's best friend ... oh God ...!
Jean, kneeing her way along beside her angered, naked husband, made no sound. Only her quivering lower lip gave away her confused, inner feelings. The unpredictable moments of the LSD reoccurrence cycles were lessening, the normalcy creeping over her was momentarily unreceptive to the lewd situation surrounding her! Wh-What was happening ...? Where ... why ...? She ... they were all naked! And ... and that was her girlfriend, Carol, lying obscenely on her back ... with Mark spreading her legs apart and moving up over her! Mark ... his hardened penis pushing forward as if ... if he were going to ... to f-fuck her ...!
"M-Mark ... Carol!" Jean stammeringly exclaimed, a little less than dumbly shocked at what was the obvious and about to take place! "Wh-What in God's name do you think you're doing ...?" Yet, even as she spoke, lurid flashes of her own passionate acts which must have preceded this obscene moment flittered through her drug-entangled mind! She and Caesar ... then Carol ... and finally, Mark catching them ...! Oh God ... the LSD again! Ooohhh ... she felt so strange ... so resentful ... still, she masochistically wanted them to fuck ... right there in front of her! S-She was so hot ... down there between her legs again!
Mark, in his burning arousal, hardly threw his indignant sounding, young wife anymore than a glance. At least, he hoped it was indignation he'd caught in her tone, because he well knew what he was doing and why, as he crawled between the slender, shapely legs of her suddenly, fear-stricken, closest friend!
"Spread 'em wide and lift 'em high, Baby!" he lewdly ordered, placing his big hands against the soft, satiny flesh of Carol's inner thighs and pressuring outward. He heard her whimper along with a choking whine from Jean as he gaped down with ever-building lust at the intriguing little mouth of the willowy brunette's dark, hair-fringed cunt. Its pink secret flesh separated the flushed, moistly pulsating lips to send powerful jolts of desire surging through him. Christ, he was going to fuck her silly even if she was Steve's wife!
"Mark! Please ... stop ... stop!" Jean feebly moaned, edging close and placing her hand on his taut buttock, the mere feel of his furious vibrance almost instantly pregnant with meaning to her! He was punishing her ... and ... and she deserved it! Yes ... yes ... both of them deserved whatever he chose to do to them she lucidly reasoned, her eyes abruptly transfixed on Carol's hesitant response to Mark's command. She watched her best friend slowly raise and draw back her slender tapered legs, lifting the helplessly vulnerable vaginal opening between them up hesitantly toward the blood-swollen head of her husband's hugely throbbing cock!
Mark moved further up over her, locking his arms behind her uplifted legs and forcing her calves high up over his shoulders, his muscular thighs tight against the smooth white flesh of her tautened, wide-spread buttocks. She gasped out beneath him, her flattened breasts trying to heave upward with her sudden intake of fearful breath.
"Oh God, Mark, please! You'll kill me this way! Please ... don't do it to me like this ... not at first ...!" Carol gasped, desperately raising her head to gape down between them at his thick, fiercely threatening cock!
"I had killing you with it in mind, bitch!" he obscenely leered, flicking his hips mockingly forward to stab at the sensitive pink flesh of her nakedly exposed cuntal mouth with the blunt, rubbery head of his angry hardness. She winced, whimpered, then tremored all over at his teasing jabs, crying out louder when the smooth, swollen tip slithered upward to splay through the sensuously moistened flesh and torment the tiny, erect bud of her clitoris! "How does this little game strike you for fuck-openers, Carol baby?"
"Oh ... oh ... oohhhh! Damn you ...!" she uncontrollably groaned to the tormenting of her quivering nerve-plexus beneath his hotly massaging cock-head. "Ooooohhhh ... go on ... fuck me if you're going to! Do it ... do for God's sake!" she hissed lewdly up at his triumphantly grinning face, the fire licking through her incited loins and belly from his harshly tantalizing, cock-caresses nearly driving her insane with desire. Her sheer defenselessness and the obscene position he was holding her in, plus his own wife, her own best girlfriend, helplessly watching spurred her wildly mounting passion on all the more! "Well ...? Do it! What're you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck it to me!" she moaned sensually, wiggling her nakedly upturned buttocks up at his groin in wanton invitation.
Mark needed no coaxing, but he intended to satisfy his vengeance to the ultimate! He snapped a look at the rekindled erotic expression on his naked wife's beautiful perplexed face. "All right, you little cunt, reach between my legs, take my cock and put it into your girlfriend's pussy hole! Hurry up! Get back behind my ass and do it! Move!"
Afraid to disobey him even had she wanted to, Jean skirted on hands and knees partially behind her luridly positioned husband, the feel of her full, vibrant breasts swaying beneath, obscenely stimulating her. She extended her arm between his spread thighs, a moan escaping her when his heavy sperm-bloated balls brushed hotly against her slender wrist, and she grasped hold of the hardened, sinewy heat of his thick cock-shaft, then moved half-way around beside him to be able to see it going in better! Again, she unrestrainably whimpered as she guided the long, solid length of hot, rigid flesh from its thick base, working the smooth, turgid head with lustful captivation through the softly curling pubic hair and up and down the full length of Carol's pink, wet cuntal slit! Oh God, the erotically enticing sight was setting her right off again! He was punishing her ... both of them, and they deserved it. She excitedly moaned to herself as she pressed the hugely bulging knob into the small, wetly throbbing mouth of Carol's vagina!
"Now, Baby, I'll fuck it to you!" Mark spat down into the whining brunette's apprehensive, lust-slackened face. "This is one little cunt reaming you'll never forget!"
Carol heard Jean's quick intake of breath along with her own as Mark leaned forward and forced her legs back even further! Her tortured, naked body was bent double, the sudden pain of her strained muscles raising a new agonized little groan from her constricting throat. The glistening, flattened plane of her helplessly vulnerable loins was presented up to him to use however he chose, his raging thick cock poised within the wet, nibbling lips of her totally defenseless vagina!
"Oh ... oh God!" Carol choked in helpless anxiety, and then, suddenly his powerful male body crushed down on her twisting form, smashing her full, softly yielding breasts tightly back into her chest! His huge, lust-hardened cock plunged into her unresisting cunt like a blunt fence-post, plowing the hot liquid folds of her tender vaginal flesh in rippling waves before its ravaging, blood-engorged head!
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!" the willowy brunette wailed at the wrathful, skin-splitting impalement, tensing breathlessly as its heavy-veined thickness fucked rapaciously up into her again and again, battering a painful tattoo deep back against her sensitive cervix! She whined wincingly beneath the punishing agony, but it was only a temporary torment that she knew would, and did, pass! The greedy, elastically absorbing walls of her hungrily welcoming cuntal passage clasped tightly around the invading spear of hardness, the thinly stretched hair-lined lips slithering hotly upward to devour its full length all the way to the hilt! His cum-filled balls smacked hard down into the moist, nakedly split crevice of her wide-spread buttocks, and she moaned out in a low guttural subservience to the pleasurable pain spiraling frantically up between her legs with mind-shattering rapture ...!
Chapter 2
The light coming through the open bedroom window caused the golden medallion hanging from the massive German shepherd's throat to reflectively glitter, but there was no one to witness it in the warm darkness of the summer night. He stood unmoving in the shadows, far enough from the window to watch all that was and had transpired since his exit through the opening. Ordinarily, he would have been far into the hills by now and joining his pack, but he had heard his golden-one's human-mate enter the front of the shelter and had intuitively waited to be certain she was all right.
Only once, had he nearly leaped back through the open window, fury quickly mounting within him when the male-human had struck her naked white flanks, bitter noises of anger coming from him. But his golden-haired one had not seemed injured, not had she made painful sounds, and Caesar had held himself ... waiting and watching.
The powerful animal's uncanny brain soon measured the abnormal situation. In his wrath, the male-human was transferring his affection to the fiery-eyed one, while his golden mate watched and helped them ... a situation that Caesar could not quite understand. His keen animal intelligence had long since established the warm feeling between the golden-one and her male-human ... yet, she was assisting him in his unnatural mating with the other! All was not well, the huge, wild dog instinctively reasoned as he glared through burning, amber eyes at his golden-one placing the swollen rod of male cock flesh into the fiery-eyes one's mating split!
He would wait. She might well need him for one reason or another ...!
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Jean stared in hurt, and yet at the same time, feverishly aroused fascination at the sight of her young husband's naked buttocks heavily tensing as he fucked down and forward between the wide-held legs of her helplessly spread girlfriend's legs with unmerciful force! She gaped at his thick sinewed cock sinking all the way into Carol's greedily clasping vagina until only a narrow white stretch of its lengthy hardness showed unswallowed, through the softness of her pubic curls, his heavy sperm-filled balls swaying rhythmically beneath! She cringed excitedly, hearing the flatly resounding smacks of his pelvis against her friend's soft, upthrusted loins, tiny whimpers of pleasure pain escaping her as her husband fucked into and withdrew, fucked into and withdrew in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his cock's wetly glistening head becoming visible with each outpull of his leanly working hips!
Oh God ... it was sensually intoxicating, yet mentally anguishing to her at the same time! Yes, yes, he was punishing her to the fullest ... chastising both of them ... but did they deserve it? How could she tell him what had really happened the night before, or how the naked embrace he had caught Carol and her in had come about? Did he know that Caesar, her beautiful animal-lover, had been there with them? She doubted it; he would have screamed it out had he known! But instead he was gasping lustful chokes as he furiously fucked into Carol's wetly seething pussy ... and she knew her best friend had to be searingly excited between her legs, for her own hotly tingling cunt was a liquid furnace of revitalized passion!
Tiny ripples of masochistic sensations fired Jean's naked belly and inflamed loins as she eagerly drank in the forbidden sight of her husband fucking wildly up between the widespread legs of his best friend's obscenely writhing wife. Her desire-swollen breasts throbbed at the lewdly provocative spectacle of two completely naked people fucking right before her eyes ... her very own husband thrusting his angrily hardened penis into the soft wet folds of her best friend! She wanted to cry with the painful happiness lustfully torturing her! Mark ... oh, Mark, her darling, and he was loving every second of it ... his chastising revenge ... as was Carol! They were in an enchanted world of their own, completely oblivious to her ... a world of impassioned cock and cunt! Oh ... she loved them so ...!
Jean saw him free Carol's long, slender legs then, and quickly they wrapped of their own accord high around his heavily pounding hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his lean buttocks, straining to keep his wetly plunging cock as deep up inside her as she possibly could! The cords on the insides of Carol's smooth white thighs flexed tightly when she ground the warm wet walls of her soft, hair-fringed young cunt back up over his hotly thrusting hardness. Her whitely hollowing buttocks lifted inches off the bed as she struggled upward in wild desperation, trying with all her passion-driven strength to absorb the entire length of his long, thick cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungrily working pussy. The wet, viscid sound of rhythmic intercourse filled Jean's ears as they frenziedly fucked against each other, causing wild spasms of insanely crazing desire to overwhelm her! Uncontrollable tremors rippled sensuously over her prickling, naked flesh, and a moment of lewdly rising eroticism guided her own soft hands caressingly along her smooth naked curves, until she heard the little whimpers of fervid desire escaping from her own trembling lips.
It was as if she couldn't restrain herself, anymore than she'd been able to exercise any control over her reoccurring lust the past two days! Abruptly, with a tiny mewling cry, she collapsed down on the bed beside them and began fondling and massaging the tiny, ruby-like nipple of Carol's whitely heaving breast! This, she did with one hand, while with the other, she reached around between her girlfriend's widely spread legs to grasp with thumb and forefinger the hot slipperiness of her husband's rigidly, plunging cock! The frictional heat and familiar thickness of it as it pounded beautifully into Carol's fluid, pink cuntal channel maddeningly increased her wildly, building passion! With panting breaths, she began to slip her slender middle finger into the hot, yielding hole alongside Mark's pistoning rod of lust-hardened flesh ... feeling it fucking like a searing firebrand back and forth against the length of her probing finger!
Mark felt his young wife's exploring thumb and finger encircle the base of his burning cock ... then, slither up into Carol's steaming cunt-passage to wriggle probingly and damn near trigger off his cum! For a moment, he couldn't speak, his every concentrated effort needed to hold back the massive eruption boiling in the swollen reservoir of his churning balls! Yet, subconsciously his satyrical brain reasoned that he'd done anything but punish, shame, or debase her! Christ, she was going right out of her skull with flagrant wantoness, while beneath him, Steve Foster's naked wife was writhing and jerking, her moans and whimpers of ecstatic pleasure coming in gasping breaths as she strained and fucked back wildly on the inflamed length of his heavily impaling cock!
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... yes, yes! Fuck me! Harder, Mark ... harder harder!" Carol breathlessly choked.
Goddamn! They were going to emasculate him ... that's what was going to happen, he reelingly thought, gaping down to see his wife's small, white hand beginning to move once more alongside his rapidly pistoning cock, the lewd, lust-inspiring sight spellbinding him ...!
Carefully, Jean adjusted her obscenely positioned hand until she was able to withdraw her finger from Carol's hotly nibbling cunt and slither her thumb up inside in its place beneath her husband's cock. Then, with her free forefinger, she slid it down along the smooth, dampened crevice between the tautly jerking mounds of Carol's wide-spread buttocks until she felt the tiny, puckered hole of her smoothly working anus! The willowy brunette's naked hips squirmed, spasming convulsively at the sensuous contact. Very gently, Jean began to press her finger-tip between the small, baby-like lips, forcing the tight little opening wider and wider apart as she wormed it almost imperceptibly ... deeper and deeper up into the rubbery, clutching warmth of her writhing girlfriend's desperately clasping asshole!
Then, through the paper thin wall of heated flesh separating Carol's dually filled genital orifices, Jean felt the urgent thrusting of her husband's long, thick cock driving against the pressuring contact of her thumb, sensations of lewd passion blinding her to all but the lurid nakedly writhing threesome they formed ...!
"Oh Christ!" Mark blurted out at the absolute mind-bending sight of his wife's slender white finger and thumb buried in Carol's asshole and cunt alongside his aching pole of hardness! Fuck, between them they were flipping him right out of his gourd ... and ... and that was like the tail wagging the dog! "Goddamn you, you little Bitch!" he suddenly spat down into his wife's lust-contorted face. "Get down behind me and lick my balls while I fuck Steve's wife! Hurry up, damn you! Lick 'em all over! Do it ...!"
Jean never hesitated, nor did she extract her buried finger and thumb from the desperately clutching heat of Carol's wetly seething vagina and rectum. With her hand still extended between Mark's strong legs, she kneeled down on all fours behind him, working in close and lowering her face below his momentarily stilled buttocks. She could both see and feel Carol's straining hips desperately rising and falling in a lewd little fucking-rhythm up and down the length of her young husband's fiery, hard cock. He spread his legs further and with her free hand, Jean eagerly cupped his cum-bloated testicles holding their soft heat tenderly and moving forward with greedy, extended tongue to begin licking and teasing at the soft, velvety flesh! Frantic sensations of masochistic lust raged through her nakedly inflamed body at the obscene act she was so voluntarily committing, the mere thought inspiring her to tremblingly trail the tip of her tiny pink tongue moistly upward to his small, puckered asshole!
"Oh Christ!" Mark choked at the sensuously searing contact, feeling her wet, stiffened tongue-tip stabbing at the tiny clenched mouth of his rectum, along with the insane thought that once again he was getting more than he'd asked for! Christ, there was no doubt about it ... they were going to drive him mad ...!
With her head filled from the pungent aroma of her husband's and girlfriend's wild forbidden fucking, Jean hungrily began tonguing and licking of her husband's sperm-inflated balls and anal lips, while Carol whimpered beneath him and spiraled the wetly clinging walls of her open vagina up and down his furiously swollen cock. To the tempo of her tongue-bathing, the naked blonde wife established an in and out rhythm of finger and thumb in the liquid heat of the desperately clutching passages tip between Carol's widespread thighs. It was at that moment, to Mark's building groans of lust, that Jean felt the sudden springy weight on the bed behind her nakedly kneeling body, then the familiar, fierce growl ...!
"Jesus Christ!" Mark swore, twisting enough to see the ferocious reflection of the wild German shepherd in the vanity mirror! Caesar ... the sonofabitch ... and there was no question in his salaciously grogged brain what the goddamned brute intended to do! He'd witnessed it all before! The vicious bastard intended to complete the most obscene of daisy-chains ... and fuck his Jeannie from behind like he did before! Oh shit ... he was too far gone to even try to stop him ... and poor Steve was out there someplace in the hills trying to run the raping beast down ... while he, Mark Blakely, fucked his wife, and the brute they sought was right behind him about to ram his huge animal-cock into his own nakedly twisting wife's waiting cunt! His brain whirled with the incredulousness of it all!
He heard Jean passionately moan, her hot breath a billowing draft against the bloated vat of his cum-stretched balls, and knew that she was aware of her fucking animal-lover's presence! Suddenly, her mouth was opened wide, as if she were trying to stick his testicles inside it's hot wetness, while beneath him, Steve's wife began to toss her head in wild flailing motions of crazed desire! Her long, slender legs wrapped tightly around his waist were providing all the leverage she needed to strain her seething, wet cunt up and down the blood-thumping hardness of his over-swollen cock up inside her and Jean's deeply imbedded thumb in her anus!
Then, in the mirror, he saw it as the goddamned wild brute mounted his wife's whitely rounded buttocks ... his huge scarlet cock slipping wetly from its concealing sheath!
Jesus, he'd never seen a prick more menacing that that dripping, bevel-tipped rod of long, thick hardness, and for one brief moment he stupidly pitied his moaning blonde wife still omnivorously sucking at his balls for what she was going to have to take up inside her ...!
With her free hand, Jean had reached back to lovingly caress the huge head of her welcomed animal-lover. Fondly, his hot, moistened tongue had licked over her stroking hand as sensations of utter joy raced through her at his presence. She could hardly fathom why he had not left after their first love-making, but her heart throbbed with delight that he hadn't! The ecstatic thought of licking and sucking her husband Mark's cum-bloated balls while her Caesar fucked up into her voluntarily raised ass-cheeks from behind was almost beyond the realm of imagination to her! She felt her lover edging his powerful, hot body in closer between her upthrusted buttocks that she had spread wide for him, his strong, furry forelegs tightening around her naked hips, and she reached back between her legs to locate his slippery, throbbing hardness and place its tip at the feverishly excited mouth of her open vagina!
Her breath was thrillingly whipped away before the piercing charge of Caesar's long, thick, animal-cock soaring up into the inflamed, dilated channel of her wetly grasping pussy! She felt its huge cone-shaped hardness spreading open her sensitive inner cuntal flesh with blissful delight, smoothing out every tiny fold and wrinkle of the eagerly accepting pussy in semi-painful ecstasy! Unrestrainably, she cried out her intensively blinding rapture to the immediate rhythmic thrusts of her mounted animal-lover's vigorous fucking into her from behind!
Mark had long since given up his vengeful notions of punishment, even the basic reason behind them escaping him in his brain-steeped lust. The sounds and feeling of his young wife's hot, sucking mouth and tiny, wet, tongue licking the tingling flesh of his volcanically filled balls while the powerful, wild brute fucked into her with ass-flattening fury from behind was peaking him toward the most cyclonic orgasm ever known! In the mirror, he could see the bastard's long, thick dog-cock plunge like a well-oiled piston into his young, beautiful wife's golden-fringed cunt! With every extraction, her pink, inner-vaginal flesh appeared, clinging as might a hungrily sucking child's lips to the beast's huge, coral hardness, the color contrast alone enough to flip him!
Jesus, the whole world was nothing but a whorehouse, and all its actors merely cunts and cocks fulfilling its obscene destiny! What else ...? And how could he tell Steve anything, now? He was fucking the living shit out of his wife ... his best friend's wife, while his own beautiful young wife licked and sucked his balls at the same time and the very goddamned wild brute his friend and that drunken posse hunted was fucking her just like she was another bitch dog as he watched! Yes, watched, he reasoned, his lustful eyes riveted to the mirror to see her thrusting the fully rounded mounds of her lushly smooth buttocks backward at his piercing cock in white, satanical hunger! Her naked, curvaceous body quivered with every brutal, animal thrust, her lusciously hanging breasts doing a rhythmic dance of ripples and sways to the jolting hammering she was receiving from behind by her mercilessly humping animal-lover!
Beneath Mark, Carol was unaware of all around her except the burning need in her fire-filled cunt and quivering belly! She panted from near-exhaustion in her efforts to fuck upward onto the magnificent cock filling the liquid depths of her hotly sizzling belly! Suddenly, Mark grunted out a vile oath and began to plunge his pleasure-giving rod into her with a final, desperate fury! Wildly his jism-ballooned balls slapped against the wetly upthrust crevice of her ass! She moaned pathetically, sensing the tears of joy streaming down the sides of her face as his long, thick cock burrowed deeper and deeper into the hotly inflamed hole between her legs! Oh God ... it was going to happen ... any second ... any second!
Lost in her own overwhelming passion, Jean withdrew her fingers from Carol's hotly clutching rectum and cunt and began to uncontrollably toss her head from side to side in crazily driven flailing motions, her long blonde-hair whipping wildly about her naked shoulders. Vaguely, she heard Carol's climaxing wails and saw her tensed hands clawing at Mark's desperately driving buttocks! White, sticky liquid began to wetly spill from the slaving brunette's cock-filled cunt, flooding Mark's frenziedly plunging hardness and dribbling down the widened split of Carol's spastically convulsing buttocks to drench his balls below! She heard her young husband grunt out an obscenity and blurringly saw him forcing Carol's legs back even further over her head ... but then, Jean could no longer concentrate on anything but her own intensively pyramiding rapture!
"Oh ... oohh God ...!" she breathlessly whimpered, her widened blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her magnificent animal-lover fucked into her faster and faster from behind. With every head-jarring, breast-quivering plunge of his long scarlet hardness rushing into her, the young blonde wife thrust rhythmically backward to meet it! Deeper and deeper his wild, ever-thickening cock skewered up into her raging vagina and on into her openly contracting belly from behind! Furiously, his savage, muscular body battered and thudded against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks, his huge, feral cock a relentless, thick arrow of searing joy sinking to its full length up into the lust inflamed walls of her widely stretched cunt! With shameless, whimpering wails, she began to lewdly rotate her desperately working buttocks back harder onto his thrusting cock with a growing fury, grinding them over the thick length of his hardened, impaling animal-flesh with unimpeded cries of flagrant passion!
The signal flashed through her lust-fired young nakedness and she knew it was time! She raised her slackened face to grunt out an animalish sound from deep in her throat! "Aauuuggghhh ... oh lover ... f-fuck it hard ... I-I'm goinggg too cuummmmm ...!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh! Her head continued to toss insanely, her honey-colored tresses wildly flailing as she began the first blissful convulsions of her climax! Wantonly, she threw her passionately undulating buttocks back onto his deliciously fulfilling animal-cock ...!
The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her trembling, resilient ass-cheeks back hard and onto the hugely expanding rod of hardened flesh with a desperate, frantic lunge! At that precise, synchronized moment, Caesar responded with a forward thrust and growl of animal release, his massive cock beginning to spew its wild, boiling sperm deep up into her hotly constricting young belly in an unceasing deluge of volcanically heated liquid!
Again, Jean wailed out, her smoothly tautened ass-mounds beginning to spasmodically contract to the grand eruption pleasurefully tearing her apart up inside her seething loins and belly! She threw her head from side to side, weeping in her erotic rapture ... at last sensing the combination of her own and the animal cum thickly spilling from her tightly clenched cuntal mouth that was hungrily sucking at her beautiful animal-lover's suddenly sperm-drained cock. The rivulets of their sticky, white fluid dribbled hotly down the tremoring columns of her satiny inner-thighs ... and when she could no longer hold herself up, she pitched forward, gasping a great sigh of blissful relief ...!
It was sometime later before Jean could organize her faculties enough to determine all that had happened. Caesar was gone, of course, and only Carol lay beside her, gently stroking her dampened brow.
"Wh-Wh Mark ...? Where is he, Carol ...?"
"Back in the guest-room, Darling ... don't worry," the vivacious and still naked young brunette consoled, continuing to tenderly brush her hand over Jean's smooth forehead. "He left here quite passively, saying something about the tail wagging the goddamned dog."
Jean lifted her head to stare into the other's smiling face and twinkling dark eyes. "You mean ... he wasn't angry any longer ...?"
"I think he was too exhausted, Darling," Carol calmly replied, "Anyway, I asked him if he still intended to tell Steve everything ...?"
"And ...?"
"How the hell can I?" he blurted at me, his face flushed with what I would call an attack of belated shame.
"Oh God ... my poor darling!" Jean gasped, starting to climb from the bed. "I'm going in to him ..."
"No, Jean," Carol said, gently catching her soft arm to restrain her. "Not tonight, Darling ... let him sleep on it. Let's all sleep on it and see what happens in the morning ...?"
"But ...?"
"Please, Honey ... it's the best thing to do," Carol insisted. "Tomorrow, in the light of day, things won't look so bad ... then you can make it up to him ..."
"Well ... all right ... maybe it will be better that way," Jean sighed, relaxing back onto the pillow beside the naked white suppleness of her closest friend, sleep quickly coming to her as she quietly stared at the opened window, her mind still filled with the ecstatic joy her darling Caesar had brought her again this night ...
Chapter 3
Link Morgan, Crescent Valley's police chief, was more than a little surprised at Lydia Newell's visit to his home that morning. Though saddle-weary and crotch-sore from leading the hunting posse throughout the night, the big barrel-chested, red-faced man found a ready smile for the daughter of the valley's wealthiest and most influential man, Aaron Newell.
The attractive auburn-haired bachelorette with the ravishing green eyes neither smiled nor waited to be invited inside the big man's modest, Cypress Street home, but merely brushed past him into the living room once the door was opened. She felt no obligation toward formalities with this local racketeer whom she'd already formed a corrupt alliance to gain her own vengeful ends. His crooked purposes had made their association a natural, inasmuch as their mutual, ultimate goal was to destroy Mark Blakely ... but unsuccessfully to this point.
In the center of the worn carpeted room, the tall, curvaceous girl, dressed in her usual blouse, leather riding skirt and boots, spun to face him. "Well ...? Did you destroy that raping, wild bastard?" she demanded in a sharp, throaty voice. Then, before he could answer, a nasty little sneer twisted her attractive, if, too often vicious mouth. "Of course you didn't! That goddamned brute-animal is too smart for the lot of you drunken slobs!"
"Christ, Lydia, we rode all night and never saw one sign of him or his goddamned wild-pack!" Link edgily replied, though well aware of her logical anxiety after the way the ferocious sonofabitch and one of his pack had attacked and raped her out in the woods the day before.
"I told you I wanted him dead!" she glaringly spat. "You men won't be satisfied until that whole pack sweeps down and gang bangs half the females in Crescent Valley! Damnit, I wish my father would get back from Europe! Then, we'd see some action around here!"
"Hell, Lydia, I'm doing my best," the big man said, trying to control his own anger. "After all, wasn't it my own niece, Annie, the bastard raped first ...?"
"Did Mark Blakely ride with you last night?" she questioned, interrupting his words.
"Hell no! That writer friend of his from L.A. did, hoping to get some sort of story, I guess," the Police Chief grunted, taking several steps toward the kitchen then stopping. "But Blakely stuck to his guns, claiming both the posse and me were off-limits invading his jurisdiction. He tried to order us to lay-off and wait for those tree-planting conservationists he's sent for to handle it, but he could see that the men weren't about to wait one more goddamned minute after what happened to you!"
"And he didn't push the order for you to do nothing?" Lydia questioned, surprised.
Link grinned. "He'd have been a fool too ... unless he was prepared to take on the whole goddamned town. Those husbands and fathers were in no mood for his jurisdiction bullshit!"
"Those drunken husbands and fathers you mean," Lydia derided completely aware of Mark's reasoning. Hadn't his own father been shot to death by the very man standing before her while riding in a posse hunting down a sheep-killing cougar? An accident, they said, but she'd heard her own dad question that. Link Morgan had hated the man for publicly beating him to the ground before half the men in the valley, and had often drunkenly vowed to even the score.
Momentarily, then, the green eyed girl progressed to an on-rush of more personal, exciting memories, all of which revolved around Mark Blakely. She knew now, and had known ever since he'd gone to the Police Academy in L.A., unexpectedly returning with a wife, that she wanted him for her own! God, and they had been inseparable ... fucking and sucking every, every, every day! Yes, she might have married him if her father hadn't insisted he was beneath her ...! Nevertheless, he still belonged to her, regardless of the legal hold that blonde little bitch of a wife had on him! No one took Lydia Newell's play-things away from her!
Suddenly, she shot at Morgan: "Does Mark know that Caesar and that other sonofabitch dog attacked and raped me?"
"Hell, everybody in the valley knows it, Lydia," the big, middle-aged Chief of Police replied, running a beefy hand through his grey-hair. "Look ... come into the kitchen and have some coffee. I've got a bit of choice news you're going to be interested in hearing. Come on ..."
The auburn-haired bachelorette followed, but her embittered mind was seething with rage at the new young husband she considered to be a possession of her own. Damn him, she venomously thought, he hadn't even come to the ranch to investigate the vicious attack on her, nor find out how she was ... nothing! Goddamn him! If only that raping bastard, Caesar, hadn't stolen the pictures they'd taken of Jean Blakely getting fucked silly by Link Morgan and eating her, Lydia Newell's pussy at the same time ...!
She threw herself down at the soiled kitchen table and snapped: "I told you I wanted Mark Blakely's balls to tack up over my bed, Link! Well now I want them more than ever!"
Morgan's red-face broadened into an obscene grin as he dropped down across from her, the coffee-pot in his hand. "And maybe I've just got the secret to that for you, Honey," he said, his mean, lecherous eyes fixed on her full, pointed breasts which had performed a little quivering dance for him when she threw herself onto the chair. Shit, like his sixteen-year old Annie, this hot cunted little bitch preferred the braless feel. It must give them some kind of hot charge when they ripple and sway, he lewdly reasoned ... and she had a pair of beauties that he'd already seen naked, along with the rest of her sexy, white curves! Goddamn, he couldn't help wonder if she was as good a fuck as she looked. Not that he'd trade his dead sister's daughter for her, but a piece of that haughty young ass of hers would be nice, he thought, remembering the naked sight of it when she was between Jean Blakely's spread legs licking that luscious creature's pink, wet cunt! "G-Grab a cup there, Doll," he managed, his lecherous brain beginning to follow a thought pattern he'd intended to hold off for a while yet. "Here, we'll spike it with a little of this bourbon, eh?"
Lydia didn't answer, but set the saucerless cup before her for him to fill. As for the bourbon, she welcomed the offer, deciding she needed something to help soothe her. Subconsciously, she watched him spill a heavy measure of whiskey into the black liquid, while her mind filled with flashes of scenes from their salacious compromising of a drugged Jean Blakely and the stack of lurid pictures they'd taken to blackmail Mark. Damnit, it'd been a perfect plan! She would've had him right where she wanted him ... if that goddamned brute dog, Caesar, hadn't out-manuevered her, finally making off with both the snapshots and negatives! God, it was unbelievable ... the massive dog's uncanny brain ...! It was damned near human! Still, if she hadn't so sluttishly lost her own wits beneath his huge, sodomizing animal-cock ...!
"Suppose I tell you that Annie admitted a little secret to me this morning, Lydia baby?" Morgan was saying, shattering her lusty thought pictures.
"W-What ...? What kind of secret?" she questioned, not certain that she liked his use of intimate endearments. Theirs was nothing more than a mutual, working association. "Let's not play games, Morgan. I'm in no mood for it!"
"Okay, Honey ... here it is! The other day when you saw Blakely and Annie go into the old quarry ... well he did it!" the barrel-chested man said with a gross smirk.
"He did what ... and what the hell are you drooling so slovenly about?" the twenty-six year old bachelorette irritably jabbed, taking half of her spiked coffee in two needing swallows.
Link Morgan clenched his big hand into a fist beneath the table, dirty nails digging into its toughened palm. No, he wouldn't let himself get up-tight with her, and Christ knows it would be easy enough with that acid-tongue of hers and him with no sleep for twenty-four hours! But he had other ideas that were a hell of a lot more cock-throbbing as well as securing. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be as good a fuck as Annie, or Jean Blakely had been ... even as fiery as she was? It was a gamble. Aaron Newell would destroy him sure as hell if he found out, and he was going to need him on his side if Mark Blakely's goddamned nosing around gave him anything concrete to work with! On the other hand, how would he find out ... unless Lydia told him? And that wasn't feasible ... not if she willingly put-out for him ...! No, he couldn't afford to get sore at the sexy little bitch. Instead, he broadened his smile and lewdly said:
"He fucked her, Lydia baby! Mark Blakely fucked my sixteen-year old niece ... a minor! Now, how does that grab you?"
"Like a saber-toothed tiger!" she hissed at him, his filthy, four-letter word-use having its usual lust-inciting effect on her, while his over-all statement cut through her like a knife. Mark Blakely, the sonofabitch! Damn him! Damn him! Who else in the valley had he dared to fuck? "How do you know it's true?"
"Because Annie told me, Doll ... and my sweet little Annie wouldn't lie to her loving uncle," Link replied, his mean eyes narrowing as he let his guttural voice trail off with suggestive meaning.
Lydia's intense, green eyes studied him. Finally, she hissed: "You incestuous bastard, Morgan!" Then, she lifted the cup to her lips to partially hide the sensuous little smile his revelation had aroused. "What've you got in mind, lecher?"
The big man proudly chuckled. He picked up the coffee-pot and poured into her cup, following with an uncorking of the bourbon bottle. Lydia sat waiting, her deep green eyes leveled on him as he added the whiskey to the steaming liquid.
"Supposing she could make it happen again," he said, " ... lure our young Deputy Sheriff into another little fuck-match, and we're prepared with the camera ...?"
Once more, the graphic, four-letter word set off a tiny rippling sensation through Lydia's liquor-warmed belly. "The question is, will, and can she do it?" the curvaceous ranch-heiress put to him.
Link made a goatish little chuckle. "As far as 'will', there's no question about that. But the 'can' ... that remains to be seen. I think of Blakely as being caught up in a loose moment when he laid her. I don't have to tell you that he stinks with principles. Whatever happened that day, my Annie caught him right ... but she's willing to give it a try ... providing ..."
"Providing what?"
"She wants ten-grand for her performance," Morgan lied, but he wasn't about to let it be known that his niece would do it just out of her love for fucking. Besides, he could use a little nest-egg if things got too hot in the valley, and he figured his offering the use of Annie was worth that.
"That's a hell of a lot of money, Morgan!" Lydia said, her eyes narrowing. "Where does she think it's coming from?"
Link grinned. "Now where do you think, Lydia baby?"
For a long moment, she sat silently contemplating the unscrupulous man across from her. She sipped at her coffee, sensing the effects of the warming liquor flowing through her. "And supposing I agree," she probed, "how do we know she'll perform?"
"Simple. You don't pay unless she does ... and successfully. What's to lose, Doll ... except time and energy?" Morgan answered.
Lydia had already made up her mind. Anything to entrap Mark Blakely and force him back to her. Damn him ...! Then: "You have any pot here?"
The big police chief grinned and arose from the table. He left her there, going into the other room, and her thoughts quickly reverted to the huge man and his attractive teen-aged niece involved incestuously, triggering something lustfully deep inside her. Obscene, imaginary visions of them involved in forbidden sex intrigued her erotically working imagination. God, the lecherous bastard had the biggest, stiffest cock she'd ever seen on a man! Only yesterday she'd vowed that when she was hard-up enough she was going to enjoy the whole solid length of it all up inside her ...!
Morgan returned with two joints, re-seated himself and lighted them. He saw the transformation in her eyes, the lewd sparkle causing the heavy length of swelling cock-flesh inside his shorts to jerk convulsively as it began to grow. She sucked the smoke deeply into her lungs and continued to stare at him, while its sweetish aroma reminded him of other problems that he didn't want to think about at that moment. Blakely ... the sonofabitch ... nosing around ... lousing up his whole goddamned pushing program. He could wind up in prison! Shit, three of his high school boys were still hiding out in the hills because of that deputy prick! To hell with it! He wasn't going to think of that now ... because something wild and cock-thumping was budding right in front of him! He could see it in the uncontrollable flagrant eyes of Aaron Newell's hot-assed young daughter ...!
* * *
Mark Blakely doubted that he had slept two full hours the whole damned night. His plagued brain had been too jammed with the obscene reveries he'd not only been a part of, but had lustfully forced into being with his blinded vengeance. But those long, wakeful hours hadn't been in vain; they'd provided him with the necessary time to come to his senses and determine what he had to do!
They had also given him the darkened solitude he'd needed to reexamine his marriage and feelings toward Jean. Christ, he loved her beyond reason, and marrying her was the greatest thing that'd ever happened to him! It made no damned difference what she ever did ... he could and would forgive her! As far as the lesbian bit between her and Carol ... what the hell could he expect, the way he'd played rabbit with her right from the beginning? She had to have sexual fulfillment from somewhere ... and she'd gotten it, all right ... from a goddamned wild dog and her best girl friend!
His own purely lustful act in vindictively fucking Carol had even produced positive results, aside from the fact that he could never justify it with Steve ... and never intended to even try ...! He doubted that Carol would ever tell her husband, and there was nothing to be gained in his blurting out the story, then hoping Steve would somehow understand in man-to-man shit! The most considerate thing he could do for his oldest friend was not tell him ... and he wouldn't! But whether it'd been his rage, or Carol's overwhelming knowledge of the act of fucking, he'd seen her right through to the end, bringing her climax off like a cloudburst, then, in proper order, his own! Now, he could do it with Jean, too ... he was certain of it! He'd discovered the secret, thanks to both of them ... but there was something else that had to be done first!
That goddamned raping brute, Caesar, had to be destroyed! There wasn't any question but what the wild bastard had his lovely Jeannie mesmerized ... yes, and maybe Carol, too! How many other women and girls in the valley the massive dog and his vicious pack had fucked and claimed, he had no idea, but now he realized that there was no alternative! He'd get with Link Morgan and organize a chosen posse! They had to be wiped-out, all of them, including Caesar ... no matter how handsome an animal he was to his Jeannie, or anyone else ...!
With those thoughts in mind, Mark had literally hopped from the guest-bed with the first morning sun-rays, a feeling of mental accomplishment inspiring him. Christ, he even felt rested, he thought beneath the needled spray of the shower, and later when he'd walked into the kitchen where the girls and his red-bearded friend sat, he couldn't control the grin spreading his face.
"What the hell ... you look like the cat that ate the birdie!" Steve said, moving with obvious carefulness on the cushioned seat of the breakfast nook. Beside him, Carol looked anxiously up, while opposite them, Jean's smokey-blue eyes raised apprehensively to center on him. "You should ride a horse all night with a flock of drunken idiots, sometime."
"Morning Carol ... morning, Doll!" Mark greeted, bending to kiss his young wife's smooth white cheek, his tone of voice anything but what they'd expected, he thought, as he slipped into the seat beside his wife. Then, still smiling into her beautiful, almost awed face, he said: "A bit of coffee for the husbandly deputy sheriff?"
"Christ, why the hell didn't you tell me they were drinking maniacs?" Steve said, swallowing from his coffee-mug.
"I did," Mark replied with a grin. "Of course, you didn't do any good out there?"
"Of course! We never saw hide nor hair of anything but a rabbit ... and a half-dozen of those fried gunman shot at that!" the red-bearded writer exclaimed.
"I told you," Mark said with a smile as he added sugar to his coffee and read the thank-you expression in Carol's vivacious, dark eyes. Then, he caught his wife's small white hand and gently squeezed it in a warmth he felt from his very soul. "You look so fresh and rested, Baby," he half-whispered to her. "You feeling better?"
"M-Much, Darling ... much."
"That's good. Just take it easy for a few more days. That concussion is nothing to fool with," he said, leaning forward to kiss her offered, lush lips. "Everything is going to be okay ... and don't worry ... understand?"
"Y-Yes ... yes, Darling," she whispered.
"Hell, that syrupy slush is fine, lawman, but what do you intend to do about that wild pack?" Steve Foster said slurping from his coffee-mug. "Shit, I didn't realize it was as bad as it is until I heard those men talking ..."
"Relax, Darling," Carol sultrily soothed, clinging to her husband's arm while she looked to Mark with gratifying eyes.
"We're going to take care of that today, Steve," Mark said, avoiding all of their glances. "I'm putting together a selected group of the more capable men. There's no question ... that pack of wild brutes has to be destroyed!" He felt Jean's small hand clutch tightly at his arm and tried to understand ... but there was no other way, and she had to know!
"What about the conservationists?" his friend asked.
"I've waited long enough for them. I owe protection to my jurisdiction first and foremost," Mark said, ignoring Jean's clutching hand. "I can't wait any longer. Those animals have to be destroyed before they make a carnage of the whole valley ... and I'm sure there isn't anyone here who doesn't understand that ... is there, Darling?"
Jean couldn't speak; she could only stare at him. And later, fixing breakfast for them with Carol, each girl did little more than transmit their apprehensive inner thoughts to one another through the fear-filled expressions of their worried eyes ...!
Chapter 4
Between the effects of the pot and the bourbon, plus the lustful impression Link Morgan's huge cock had indelibly etched in her sensuous mind, Lydia Newell was experiencing her not unusual, quickly aroused salacity. Fiery sensations of lewd craving had begun to hotly tingle between her legs and at the base of her soft belly as she sat staring across the kitchen table at the lecherous, barrel-chested man whose mean eyes were obscenely reflecting her own lewd thoughts.
"A-Are we thinking along the same lines, Doll?" she heard the massive grey-haired man who was old enough to be her father rasp in a dry-throated voice. "I mean ... don't get me wrong ... I wouldn't want to be out of line, Lydia ... or do anything to spoil our ... our working friendship ..."
He was clever, the evil old bastard, letting her know he was aware that there would be nothing amorous on her part, and that she liked him. A stud service was more in keeping, she wantonly thought, again mentally picturing the lascivious spectacle of his long, thickly hardened cock. Further sensations of building desire churned intensively in her moistening loins and she rubbed her smooth, full inner-thighs together, massaging the hotly flushing lips of her simmering, pantyless cunt.
"A-As long as we understand one another, Morgan," the auburn-haired girl throatily smiled her emerald eyes sensually flashing as her full straining breasts began to rise and fall with quickened breaths. "I'm not ... not adverse to the idea ... just as long as you realize that it gives you no goddamned claim on me!"
Link Morgan swallowed the tightness out of his throat. "Hell, you know I'm not about to think a thing like that, Baby," he hoarsely whispered, purposely shoving back his chair and standing so that she could see the bulging outline of his rock-hardened cock throbbing inside his pants. "We ... we can go upstairs to my room ...!"
The sight of the massive swelling pressuring his fly and pantleg outward like a hefty billy-club had its desired effect. Additional sensations of sheer lust boiled excitedly inside her. She sensed her tiny tongue licking out to moisten her lushly fevered lips. Then, she lewdly hissed:
"Take your cock out! I want to see it! Go on, take it out for me!"
"Shit!" the big police chief choked, fumbling at the zipper and reaching inside to unleash his huge length of thick, heavy-veined hardness. His beady little eyes burned with goatish lust as he watched her sudden intake of breath, her pretty young face flushing with intensive desire, her avid stare locking on the exposed, jerking rod of rigid cock-flesh!
Lydia sensed the hot wetness seeping from her stimulated pussy, while her loins and belly began to seethingly jerk inside at the obscenely provoking sight of his naked, long thick cock extended toward her over the kitchen table! Christ, it was even bigger and harder than she remembered it! And as she hungrily filled her pot-gleaming eyes, Link began to lewdly work its thick foreskin back and forth over the bulbously growing head until little drops of thin white liquid oozed from the tiny split at its tip!
"God almighty! It's the biggest cock I've ever seen on a man!" she groaned softly. "Come around here ... bring it to me! Hurry ...!"
Morgan was around the table in three steps while the auburn-haired girl swiveled eagerly around on her chair to meet him, her slender white hand quickly darting out to grasp the hot, thrusting rod of hardness!
"Oh Jesus!" Lydia heard him vilely choke out to the feel of her clutching hand, but she hardly cared what emotions she was raising in him! It was her own wild passion she selfishly intended to satisfy! Eagerly, she began to work its heavy foreskin back and forth as the big man grunted and thrust his hips obscenely forward. The sudden movement caused the thick layer to skin lewdly back, until the smooth, wet glans were naked before her face! Excitedly, she leaned forward and with a snakelike swipe of her greedy little tongue, licked away the warmly seeping drops of his escaped semen before ovaling her full lush lips to slide through smoothly and wetly up over his eagerly pulsating cock-head!
Link Morgan sucked in his breath from the hot, moistly clinging sensation of her inner mouth-cheeks around his hardness, chills ripping upward along his spine, another grunting oath escaping him. He could see her eyes filming over with erotically rising desire as she slid her already intently sucking mouth farther onto the hot vibrance of his painfully swollen cock, her softly working lips enclosing its pulsating head in a moist, burning pressure and locking tightly around it!
"Goddamn!" he grunted, gaping down at her outwardly bloated cheeks, abruptly reaching forward to undo several buttons of her blouse and slip his big itching hands inside! He clutched at her hardened-nippled breasts, their smooth resilient flesh yielding hotly beneath his kneading fingers. Sonofabitch, he could hardly believe it! Aaron Newell's snotty-assed young daughter was actually sucking his cock while he played with her lush, naked tits, their tiny pebble-hard nipples searing into the toughened palms of his hands like flowing-hot coals!
Then, she was pushing him away and anxiously rising to her feet. "Enough of this damned playing and teasing, Morgan!" she luridly hissed. "Where do we go to get naked and fuck? My pussy's on fire ... look!"
Link Morgan's ugly mouth dropped open in lecherous astonishment, his eyes reluctantly leaving the provocative spectacle of her partially revealed breasts as she suddenly lifted up her short riding skirt! She stood there with her pantyless little cunt thrust forward, legs slightly spread in a whorish stance, her silken pubic curls triangling teasingly between the spread, white columns of her firm, shapely young thighs! The unexpected lewd act, as much as the mind-shattering sight itself, sent tongues of urgent flame licking through his big frame! His heavy, blood-pounding cock lurched in its poling hardness toward the glistening wet pinkness separating her swollen, hair-lined cunt-lips!
"Jesus Christ!" she watched him choke out, his unhideable excitement at the obscene exhibition of her naked pussy to him firing her own pyramiding desire all the more. God, she was going to fuck herself silly on that huge, ravaging cock of his ...!
"Come on Baby ... come on with me!" he rasped, reaching for her hand.
"No, big daddy ..." she half-whispered, catching his arm and moving inside it to place his massive hand on her firm, nearly naked breast. Then, she reached down, grasping hold of his rigid throbbing cock, her slender fingers hardly going around it. "Like this, Morgan, with me holding your cock ... now, lead the way!"
Morgan wanted to pull her hot little body to him and kiss her, but he didn't dare! She was unlike any bitch he'd ever known, and the wrong move could sure as hell break the spell! So instead, he walked beside her, his heart pounding in his chest as he held her tight against him, his mauling hand squeezing and massaging the vibrant mound of her fully rounded tit! She clung to his aching cock with her hot, small hand, slowly and teasingly pumping its thick foreskin back and forth over the inflamed, hardened flesh ... breathing heavily all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom, but with never a word passing between them!
Lydia didn't want to talk ... wanted nothing to happen that might interfere with the sheer lust furiously propelling her until she'd impaled herself completely on his inhumanly huge cock! She let free of it, but never wavered her view from its cleaving, long thickness as she quickly stripped her clothes away and got naked as Morgan did the same, finally standing beside the bed as if waiting for her directions.
It was a wild, almost masochistic sensation that raced electrically through her sensually exposed curves as she saw him standing there! His powerful, aging body, though she had seen it naked before on the night he'd fucked Jean Blakely, didn't seem to belong to the vigorous, long thick cock poling out from his greyish, hair-covered loins, nor the massive sperm-bloated balls that hung heavily down between his legs. There was a sagging paunch that bulged around his middle, and the once mighty shoulders and expansive chest were respectively slouching and sinking. The entire picture he made gave her a weirdly exciting feeling that she was about to get fucked by her own father ... or maybe, her grandfather ... and suddenly she realized how a whore might feel on any paid night!
"Get on the bed, Big Daddy!" she hissed, moving toward him. "Lydia's going to give you a ride ... going to wear that great big cock of yours right down to a needle!"
He did, rolling onto his back the way he figured she wanted him, and after all, it was her fucking party wasn't it! Christ, he hoped to hell he didn't suddenly wake up from a goddamned dream ...! But then, he saw and felt her hot, curvaceous young body moving with quivering ripples up over him in a straddling position, her long, white legs locking snugly into his ribs! Her hardened, ruby-nippled tits hung swayingly in their white fullness above his heavy-breathing chest, and she was reaching down between her wide-spread thighs to clasp his lecherously hardened cock! She smiled down at his choking gasp, then tauntingly insulted him with:
"I think I'll open me a home for the aged, Morgan! Just think of what this treatment could do for my male patients ... and me?"
He didn't answer ... couldn't, not with her splaying open the soft, warm, hair-fringed lips of her moistened cunt with the tip of his painfully screaming cock! He gurgled again as she placed it at her hotly nibbling young vaginal mouth ... then, with sudden glazed eyes, she ground her hips downward and began to slither the intoxicating hole of her open pussy wetly down onto it! She partially raised her upperself, her slender white arms posted, hands beside his shoulders, eyes druggishly vacant and mouth hanging wantonly open, her soft, curl-lined cunt a vulnerable delicacy with its receptively wet channel absorbing him inch by inch as might some omnivorous, bottomlessly sucking cavern!
Shit, he couldn't believe it! She'd taken all of him up into her hot little belly without a whimper or hesitation! Sucked up into her his whole massive cock all the way down to his balls without stopping once or even losing a breath ... and the wild, erotically driven expression on her face was telling him she loved it! And ... and then, it really began, her voluptuously curved hips starting to rise and fall at an unbelievable cadence, while her strikingly attractive face contorted in selfish passion!
Oh, Christ, Lydia moaned. His rapidly flailing cock was an unimaginable huge reaming joy! She'd cum in a minute this way! It was fucking so beautifully up against her cervix, and she couldn't resist the squirming and writhing she was lewdly performing for Link Morgan on its long, thick hardness! Again and again, she ardently sucked her tightly clinging cuntal passage up off of it then plunged downward to feel the swollen, rubbery head mash hard against the delicate parts up inside her belly that had never before even been brushed! Oh God ... fuck ... fuck! It wouldn't be the end for them! She'd have him again and again ... and there wasn't a damned thing he would do about it! She had the big lecherous sonofabitch right where she needed him ... just the way she would again have Mark Blakely ... but there was no time to think about that now ...!
* * *
Annie Purcell hadn't stood there long, in fact, she'd just arrived on the scene after ditching stupid classes for the remainder of the morning, a touch of uncaring laziness inspiring her. However, her idolence quickly passed when she climbed the stairs toward the bedroom she'd incestuously come to share with her Uncle Link and heard the telltale sounds of wild, untamed fucking pouring through the opened doorway. She paused there in the house's aged hall, brushing back her long, chestnut hair, her brown eyes alert as she listened. She had expected the big police-chief who had truly looked after her for six years to be at home and probably sleeping, after being up all night ... but by the sound of it, he was doing anything but getting rest!
Cautiously, the voluptuous teenager moved into viewing range, her shortening breaths catching in her throat at the erotically naked performance taking place on the bed! Instant spasms of scintillating excitement rippled through her suddenly taut belly and over her readily incitable sixteen-year old curves. The pornographic scene required no explanation for her! In the simplest of ultragraphic terms, which she had become most descriptively familiar with since the night Caesar had raped her, a beautifully naked Lydia Newell was wildly fucking herself silly on the hard, upthrusting cock of her likewise stripped Uncle Link!
The attractive young niece stood immobile for a long moment, captivatedly watching the lust-stimulating spectacle, while a series of questions which had been troubling her since her uncle had first near-effortlessly seduced her, were finding answers. No ... absolutely not ... she felt no jealousy ... and no, she certainly wasn't stupidly in love with the aging man, anymore than a strikingly beautiful girl like Lydia Newell could be! It was his cock ... his big, long, thick cock that she, Annie, wanted and had greedily needed ever since beautiful Caesar had wildly opened the hot, tight hole between her now, it seemed, continuously tingling thighs! It even figured, for Annie, that the exact same reason was responsible for the exciting white nakedness of the auburn-haired girl being where she was at that very moment ... straddling and fervently fucking the massive shaft of hardened cock up into her hungrily devouring pussy! Hadn't she, too, been attacked and raped only yesterday by the raving, wild German Shepherd ...?
Yes, and there might be the same lustful type of vibrant, hot blood flowing through Lydia Newell's curvaceous body as fierily raced through her own, she excitedly thought! Could it be? God, she hoped she wasn't the only one of her kind ... plagued with the incessant urge for wanton sex, and so far in her young life never quite getting enough ... just as the burning compulsion was rapidly consuming her while she stood there at that moment watching their maddeningly arousing performance!
Annie realized that she'd begun to tremble uncontrollably. Little tongues of carnal flame licked hotly at the moistening, little vaginal crevice up between her warmly tingling thighs!
Eagerly, she riveted her young dark eyes onto the rounded, wide-spread moons of Lydia's whitely grinding buttocks. They watched the tiny raised circle of her puckered, rose-colored anus, and the long, thickly rigid penis splaying wide her thin, hair-lined cunt-lips as it vanished up into the wetly stretching channel of her open vagina! Almost frenziedly, the naked auburn-haired girl was lifting and plunging her smoothly curved hips, sucking up off the glistening rod of heavy-veined hardness until the underside of its turgid, inflamed head was visible! Then, she would spiral it back down the long, thickly glistening cock until Uncle Link's swollen, cum-bloated balls were pressing hard up into her tiny babyish looking rectum.
"Come on, you lazy bastard!" Lydia suddenly gasped down into his red, flushing face. "Fuck that big cock up into me! I'm not going to split, Daddy! Don't be afraid ... hurt me if you can!"
Bitch! Morgan grossly thought ... hot, spirited bitch! She was a hell of a lot more than he'd figured her for, but damn her beautiful luscious ass, he wasn't crippled yet, either! He grasped her slender waist just above the arc of her rounding white hips and began to mercilessly bounce her up and down on his heavily impaling cock! Immediately, her breaths expounded in short, convulsive bursts, his burning eyes sadistically enjoying the voluptuous sight of her full, pointed breasts rippling and swaying in their thrusting buoyancy above him! She bit at her lower lip as if in unexpected surprise as he raised his powerful loins to drive his rock-hard cock forcibly up into her tight, hair-lined cunt-hole with evil delight!
"How's that, Baby? Better ...? Better ...?" he taunted, his dry lips drawn back in a lecherous grin. "Getting enough now? You aren't saying much ...!"
"Shut your gloating mouth and fuck, you lecherous bastard!" Lydia half-choked, more seething lust than gall in her obscene demand. "Give it to me ... as hard as you can, Daddy ... oh Christ yes! Deep like that ... like that!"
Lydia had no desire to hide the deliciously painful pleasure his huge, ramming cock was violently bringing her. She clenched her greedily working buttocks tightly to her own selfish advantage, meeting his every upward impalement with frenzied, rhythmic down-plunges that smashed his bloated cock-head against the soft underside of her wildly tremoring belly deep up inside!
Morgan felt the hot release of new seminal secretions spilling from the clutching, liquid walls of her searing locked cunt-channel! They bathed his blood-pounding cock like scalding cream, while the lurid, slapping sounds of their nakedly smacking genitals filled the stuffy room! Christ, her incredible cunt was swallowing up every fraction of his aching hardness with a muscularly sucking action that threatened to pull out the very lining of his jism-stretched balls!
Lecherously, he clamped his big hands onto her dancing, swollen-nippled tits, their yielding white flesh resiliently oozing between his brutally clutching fingers. She groaned masochistically beneath his sadistic hands, her pumping wide-spread buttocks increasing their fucking fury, her omnivorous cunt, he was certain, set on devouring him whole! Christ, she was a goddamned fucking machine, insanely loving it even though he knew she damned near loathed him ...!
Lewdly mesmerized in lustful fascination by their frantic sounds and action on the rumpled bed before her, Annie became aware that her impassioned hands, of their own volition, had begun to ardently massage the firm fullness of her straining, braless breasts. Through the sheer cotton of her blouse, her eager fingers were trapping their hardened little nipples, making them hotly tingle to her pinching and pulling of the swollen quivering mounds. She couldn't choke back the gasping moan of sensual tension that escaped her, and it was that give-away sound that brought her Uncle Link's greying head abruptly up from the bed!
"Shit!" he blurted out, his lust-glazed eyes dazedly gaping at her. "Wh-What the hell are you doing home this time of day ...?"
It sounded like a stupid goddamned question under the circumstances even to Morgan, himself! Yet, it was the first thought that rushed into his mind, the second being what effect her catching them this way was going to have on their own incestuous relationship! The final brain charge, before Lydia twisted her head to see who he was addressing, had to do with how the naked, spirited bitch riding his screaming cock was going to take their being discovered! Goddamn little cunt, anyway ...!
"Well ... unexpected company!" the green-eyed bachelorette shamelessly exclaimed, sitting back and upright over his naked loins to absorb the full length of his hardened cock-length up into her hotly grasping cuntal passage! The lurid smile adorning her attractive face was from the agitation Morgan had feared. In fact, her licentious expression was suggestive enough to fire scorching sensations all the way up from his heavily simmering testicles to his confused brain! And then, she added: "Come on in, Honey, and join the orgy! I've a feeling by the look on your face that you're not as shocked as you are envious. Come on, Baby, don't be shy ... just get nice and naked and climb up on the mattress!"
"Jesus!" Link vilely swore with his swirling head still raised, the sudden wild thought of having both of the hot young bitches in an orgy all to himself was damned near enough to bring him off up in her hotly contracting belly without her making another move! Christ, she was the hottest fucking female he'd ever tangled with ...!
While Lydia Newell's bi-sexed mind raced in lust-fired imagination, Annie's young brain teemed with the sensual child-like desire so recently released within her feverishly excitable, teenaged body. Even if she had wanted to, the keyed-up, chestnut-haired girl doubted that she could have resisted Lydia Newell's invitation ...!
Morgan watched his voluptuous niece begin to unbutton her blouse as she entered the room, the familiar, aroused light sparkling in her dark eyes was sufficient to let him know that the inherent hot blood of her mother had already taken charge. Christ, she was a Morgan, all right, every inch of her lushly shaped young body!
Damn! Lydia intensely thought as she watched the teen-aged girl, who had not yet spoken one word, enticingly strip into a curvaceously naked young goddess! As if Morgan's brutally huge cock wasn't enough ... now there was this deceiving virginal temptation to drive her out of her mind! Her lecherous, emerald eyes hungrily viewed every inch of the long-haired young girl's smooth, white curves as she crawled onto the bed to sit beside them. The firmly thrusting breasts with their tinily hardened, berry-nipples intrigued Lydia, but it was her narrow waist and her sparsely sprinkled, dark-haired loins between the full columns of her youthful, creamy thighs that sent the blood racing hotly through her! She'd caught only a glimpse of the pink ribbon of dampened tender flesh separating her girlishly pouting cuntal lips before the beauty had crawled onto the bed, and now she refocused her eyes to the high-set, full fleshy mounds of her firmly taut young breasts!
"So ...? What do we do now?" Annie half-whispered, a wanton excitement racing through, her at the intoxicating radiance of Lydia Newell--a breathless feeling like nothing she'd ever experienced before! Knowing that she couldn't, Annie didn't even try to understand the sensation ... at least, fully. She was well enlightened on lesbianism, as well as most phases of sex, but before this very moment, the forbidden desire for another women had never made any claim on her ... but that was before this very moment! God ...! The whole beautiful world was suddenly opening for her like a tightly curled blooming rose! She swallowed and stared into the blazing green eyes of the self-assured woman nakedly straddling her heavily panting uncle. The erotic thought that this impaling, massively pulsating cock was entombed to the hilt in the auburn-haired girl's hotly clutching vagina sent rippling sensations of lewd excitement tremoring over her youthfully naked body.
"You shivered, Baby," Lydia hissed, leaning forward on her hands. "You're excited! Come here ... come here and kiss me!"
Annie did, because it seemed the natural thing to do! She stretched close to the captivating, obscenely positioned girl, extending her eager young face and mouth, opening her wetly parted lips to the other's tiny, hot tongue and sucking it deeply into her mouth! Then, she felt the soft warmth of Lydia's hand caressing her suddenly tingling breast, tenderly smoothing over it before sloping toward its hardened little nipple ... to touch ... to feel ... to gently pinch in a loving gesture that only another girl or woman would know ...!
"I'll tell you what we'll do!" Lydia said, suddenly lifting up and pulling her wetly clasping cunt off Link's long impaling shaft. "We'll start over ... take a new approach to this little triangle! Would you like that, Honey?"
"Jesus ...! What the hell are you doing ...? Link started.
"Shut up!" Lydia spat, throwing him a half-disgusted glance. "Don't worry, Morgan, you'll get yours ... but this is my party! If you want to join, we'll let you! I'm sure we can use your ugly, hard cock, can't we, Baby?"
"Y-Yes ... yes ... whatever you say," Annie gasped, the lust-fired heat between her weakly trembling legs reaching an uncontrollable fervor. She sensed the hot fluid passion seeping down from between her moistly flushed cuntal lips that her full young thighs were squeezing together and ardently massaging, dampening the entire erotically pulsating area. "But ... but let's not wait ... God! I'm so hot ...!"
Lydia placatingly ran her hand over the anxious teen-ager's soft, long hair, then looked at Morgan. She said: "You ready, big daddy, for sensual games? Can you take authority without it going to your head?"
Morgan hardly knew what she was getting at, but the throbbing ache in his cunt-hungry cock would have forced him to answer anything ... which he did!
"Hell yes ... you call the shots. Only, let's not waste a lot of goddamned time ..."
"Relax, big man! Relax ...!" Lydia spat out. "If you want to play, you're going to do it our way ... and we're going to give you the authority to call it! Now ... tell us how you want us, Daddy, and think of yourself as a powerful potentate ... but make it good, or we might not need you!"
It was a slash of irate pleasure that ripped through Link Morgan's nakedly prone body. Think of how he wanted them? Jesus! Both of them! The spirited wild bitch was truly trying to belittle him; yet her own fucking lust was crippling her! She needed his cock ... his feverish, blood-pounding cock, and he knew it!
Maybe, they both needed a little long hard flesh in their tight little pussies. Well, all right ... tell 'em what he wanted ... he, the powerful potentate! Goddamn her, he'd seen her kind before ... wanting to be subjugated; yet she in her pride was trying desperately to hide it! And Annie ... the poor kid would do anything, even suck dog-cock at that moment! She was that far gone ...!
"Okay ..." he coarsely ordered, knowing what he wanted of Aaron Newell's proud, sluttish daughter; this might be the only chance he'd ever have to completely claim and subject her. After all, he already owned the hot, lust-filled flesh of his delectable, teenaged niece!
"Lydia ... you get on your hands and knees so that Annie can lick your tight little asshole and prepare it for me! And ... and how's that for starters, girls?"
The naked bachelorette flashed her desire-inflamed eyes at the nakedly reclining big man. Angrily she searched his flushed, reddened face. "What the hell do you have in mind, Morgan?" she huskily threw at him.
"Hey ... is that any way to talk to a potentate?" he taunted, clasping his big hands behind his head. "Or maybe, it's just girl-games you have to play when it all boils down?" he added, realizing he was stretching his luck beyond all reason with the likes of this high-tensioned bitch! But maybe he was ready for a gamble! In fact, maybe he was ready for a lot of things ...!
In kind, Lydia Newell's salaciously infused mind worked with near uncontrollable flesh-want! The powerful human beast lying stretched out before them had only served to remind her of Caesar's wildly raping attack the day before, the effects of his ravaging, animal-sodomy still triggering the vilest of sensual desires within her! And in all truth, at least to herself, what else was it she wanted but the most degrading of carnal acts performed on her? Well ... what else ...?
Lydia shuddered uncontrollably--in flushed shame and delight--as she continued to stare at the big, naked man. "You filthy sonofabitch!" she wantonly hissed, moving onto her hands and knees as he'd obscenely suggested. "I never renege, damn you!" she added, sensing Annie hesitantly moving upright behind her. "Just be sure that you don't when your time comes, potentate!"
The erotically trembling teenager hardly knew what she was doing as she unhesitatingly followed the order her lecherous uncle had lewdly commanded. God, she knew that she wanted to! She had never even conceived of such a lurid act! To do it to a man might be one thing, but to a beautiful woman ...! She wondered if she could, even with the wildly erotic sensations that were firing her inexperience young loins and belly! Then ... then, she saw Lydia waggling her smooth, enchantingly ovaled white buttocks in expectation back toward where she knelt ...!
God, they were so breathtakingly inviting! Sleek, moon-shaped mounds of white, satiny flesh ... and again she avidly stared at the hairless, tightly puckered opening of Lydia's tiny rectal mouth as the older girl nakedly lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting her succulent white flesh sensually backward toward her young face! Wild sensations of unprecedented craving licked through Annie's suddenly watering mouth and loins. She lowered her feverish eyes to Lydia's long pink cuntal crevice, its puffy hair-lined lips now partially opened to reveal the moistly inviting inner-flesh! Small, sparkling droplets of viscous fluid clung to the thin, intimate petals ...!
Suddenly, the young teenager moved her face forward toward the enticing, pink cleft of warmly perfumed flesh as if drawn by a magnet! Her nostrils quivered and, without realizing it, she lashed out with her quivering little red tongue, going down knowingly toward the lewdly poised woman's hidden clitoris, just as she'd want it done to herself!
She sensed Lydia's convulsive spasm when she found the nerve bud enclosed within the wetly pungent inner-lips of her vibrant pussy. Her mouth came in contact with the silky, pubic-haired lips of her outer cunt as she extended her hot, wet tongue to bring its tip curling up in stabbing contact with the quiveringly erect bud, raising a deep, erotic groan from Lydia's throat!
From that moment on, the sensually inflamed teenager's mind lost immediate contact with reality! Only zealous desire guided her fluttering pink tongue upward, then back to flick several times against the tiny twitching clitoris! Her taste-buds livened to the piquancy of recent fucking blended with feminine delicacy bathing them, the heady tang drawing her little tongue to the moistly nibbling mouth of Lydia's vagina! Eagerly, her hot warming tongue plunged far enough beyond those outer, clutching lips to feel and taste the rippled walls of hidden pussy flesh, then out to lovingly caress the tiny urethral slit of her urethra. Wildly, the tantalizing wet probe traveled on upward along the satin-smooth vale between Lydia's eagerly trembling white buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her pulsating little anus! And there, the passionately aroused teenager did what Uncle Link had ordered ... licked the auburn-haired girl's tight little orifice in preparation ... but for what she hadn't dared to guess ...!
In truth, Annie hardly cared at that moment, the honeyed taste of wonderfully warm cunt filling her with love for the girl before her ... even for the man who'd suggested it ... yes, and narcissistically for her own self ...!
"Okay! Enough of that goddamned, one-sided game!" Link's voice gutturally interrupted. "Remember me ... the potentate, eh? And I say, let's get down to the nitty gritty ... that is if you're still up to it, Lydia!"
The auburn-haired girl quickly raised up in passionate excitement. "Goddamn you, Morgan, I'm up to anything your lecherous mind can suggest!" she snapped, but without the slightest trace of malice. The quivering tone in her husky voice revealed the sensual lust that was greedily motivating her, and Annie trembled in idolistic passion at her new beloved's fearless reply!
"Good, Baby!" Link, with blazing mean eyes, rasped. "I'll just lie here like any potentate worth his salt should, and you get back into our top-side position ... then slip my cock right up your tight little ass ...! Unless, of course, you were just talking big, Honey ...!"
For a long half-moment, Lydia only stared at him, as if contemplating the ramifications of his absolutely obscene order! But, in fact, she'd already contemplated and weighed it, knowing his meaning from the moment he'd suggested that Annie lick her back there! Because of Caesar's attack and the unexpected results, only a rapidly growing excitement had permeated her hot naked body and mind at the lewd thought of being sodomized by the big man; yet, nevertheless, she couldn't mentally play down the unreasonable size of Morgan's huge cock! Though it was hardly bigger than the wild ravaging dog's, the human element was involved and there was nothing human about Link Morgan! All the same, she knew she was going to do as he ordered ... lustfully wanted to, and actually had to obey him. Yes, she wanted his long rigid penis buried far up in the tightly excited channel of her tingling ass ...!
"Well, Baby ...?" the huge, naked police-chief lewdly prodded. "Like to try something a little more simple ...?"
"Go to hell, you sadistic bastard!" Lydia half-leered, her deep, green eyes lasciviously gleaming as she again straddled his aging, big body, but this time with her back facing him in a semi-squatting position.
Morgan watched her wantonly eager actions, and at the same time wrapped an arm around his curvaceous teenaged niece to draw her down to him. He grinned into her erotically flushed young face and asked obscenely, "You ever lick another girl's cunt or ass before, Baby?"
"N-No ... never ... honest!" Annie admitted, her youthful dark eyes alive with obvious sensual excitement. He drew her down and kissed her, running his greedy tongue over her young lips and into her mouth, tasting the hot tang of Lydia's pussy there. He clutched at her naked teenaged breast, squeezing its firm resilience in the fashion he'd taught her, but she hardly responded. Christ, she'd eagerly fucked and sucked him a couple-dozen times since he'd broken her, and he'd never known the uncaring coldness from her that he sensed at that very moment! What the hell ... he'd have to take her in tow ... maybe spank her bare little ass again and make her cum off like the other time ... teach her who was master ... but not right at that moment ... not with Lydia tightly gripping his painfully throbbing cock and trying to insert its lust-swollen head into the tiny mouth of her tightly resisting anus.
Chapter 5
By ten-o'clock that morning, Mark Blakely had selected some twenty of the more reliable citizens and sheep-ranchers to compose his hunting posse. Excitement hummed through-out the town at the knowledge of the young deputy sheriff's decision to head the men, their confidence in his leadership obvious. There was good reason now to believe with Mark at the helm, Caesar with his wild-pack of ravishers and sheep-killing brutes would be destroyed.
It wasn't a task that the young lawman relished. He was not only an animal fancier, but he knew the depth of affection Jean held for the handsome German Shepherd ... which was actually part of his motivation in determining to bring an end to the beast and its horde. A lost cause, perhaps, he painfully thought, sitting at a table of the Crescent Inn Tavern where he had systematically interviewed and listed the names of the men he had chosen to ride with him. Destroy the brute before he completely ruined their marriage ... yet, by so doing, maybe totally shattering Jean's love for him! Christ! But it had to be done, he was convinced. Not only was it the lesser of two evils as far as Jeannie and himself were concerned, but it was his duty to the citizenry of Crescent Valley. He was sworn to protect them, and he could no longer wait for the state conservationists the capitol had promised to send.
Whatever utterly weird attachment had grown between his beautiful blonde wife and that wild, raping animal, it had gotten way out of hand. Now, the canine bastard was paying nightly visits to his bed and wife! And the unbelievable, horrifying part of it to him, was, that Jean was always shamelessly overjoyed! The times he'd witnessed the inconceivable, salacious act, his lovely, naked young wife had obscenely thrust her spread white buttocks up and back at the panting bastard like a wanton slut in a Tijuana sex show, going right out of her passionate mind to the massive sonofabitch fucking his wild, brutal cock into her ... his wife's own sweet pussy!
Goddamnit! The vicious beast had to die; there was no other way! He'd completely distorted Jean's entire personality! Mark was convinced that the wild animal had somehow played a part in the lesbian performance he'd caught her and Carol in the night before ...!
"What about Link Morgan?" a male voice questioned, interrupting the young deputy's confused and trouble thoughts.
"Wh-What ...?" Mark asked, looking almost blankly up into the weather-lined face of ranch-owner, Frank Clifford.
"Chief Morgan! Are you planning that he'll ride with us, Mark?"
"Yes ... yes ... if he will," the deputy finally replied. "We'll co-lead the posse, Frank. No question but what Link's the most skilled hunter in the Valley, and I think we need his knowledge with us."
"Whatever you say, Mark ... but for one, I want no torture-killings like he brutally pulled off in the beginning with the big Shepherd's mate!" Frank Clifford said. "For my money, that's one reason ... maybe the main reason why that uncanny brute has plagued us so! I ain't much on superstition, but as old Granny Albert says, there's never been anything on this earth or any other like Caesar, and there never will be again! At least, I hope to Christ there won't!"
At the mention of her name, Mark thought of the near-century-old woman and the way Jean had gone to her to hear the old-wives tales of a similar pack of wild dogs which had supposedly ravished the Valley almost a hundred years before ... Its leader, according to Granny, had worn a gold medallion around its neck, a centurion on one side, an eagle on the other, along with the embossed letters spelling C-A-E-S-A-R! And this huge, powerful dog wore it, too! Mark knew because he'd seen it with his own sober eyes!
"I ... ah ... don't worry, Frank. There won't be any of that sort of cruelty," the young deputy sheriff answered finally. "Destroy them as mercifully as we can ... but do away with them! There'll be no peace in the Valley until we do! Christ! Women and girls are afraid to walk the streets here in town at night! There's never been anything the equal of their animal-raping of human females in history, Frank!"
"I know, I know. I'm a reader myself, Mark," the rawboned man said with a tight smile. Then: "I guess that's what makes me give more credence to Granny Obert's 'old-wives tales' ..."
"Maybe ... maybe," Mark said, that implausibility an irksome concoction of nonsense which had irritated him with Jeannie from the first moment he'd heard it. Cause and effect: these he understood, while mythology and fairy-tales had their places in the romance of fiction! They were dealing with a vicious pack of wild-dogs that had somehow splashed over into the human sexual world, but there was a logical answer for that, too! And one day soon, some clever scientific mind would discover it, but his job was to destroy the killing, raping flock before one of the beasts took a local human life ... and before the word of the Valley's weird dilemma caught the news media and they were infested with reporters. Then, would follow the sight-seers, and Christ knows, the Sheriff's office wasn't equipped for anything like that, especially the protecting of them!
"Does Link know?" the rancher asked.
"About this posse ...? No. I haven't seen him this morning," Mark answered. "Probably home sleeping. He was up all night ..."
"You want me to go fetch him?"
"Might not be a bad idea," the young deputy replied. "I'd like to have us equipped and moving out by midafternoon. Why don't you do that Frank? And ... and use a bit of finesse with the big-man, eh? He isn't going to like the idea of his drinking cronies deleted from our group. Just ... tell him Mark Blakely needs his help; that ought to inspire his ego."
The lean, older man understandingly grinned. "I'll take care of it," he said, moving a step backward. "Don't worry, hell be back with us, Mark ..."
* * *
"Auuugggghhhh ... oh Christ!" Lydia Newell groaned and swore in her obscenely naked position above the lewd, stretched-out frame of Link Morgan.
She was tightly grasping the police-chief's long thick cock, her wide-spread buttocks seated above its hard, bloated knob, as the heated tip wormed its way into the tightly puckered hole of her brown-starred anal ring.
Morgan wanted to taunt her, but he didn't dare! He'd gone the limit and he knew it. Besides, the lurid sight of her eager white ass so obscenely spread open, and her fevered concentration on worming the nozzle of his massively heated penis into the stretching, babyish lips of her own anal cavity was more than he'd ever bargained for!
He clutched at Annie's naked young body, both of them watching as the straining bachelorette worked the spongy, inflamed head into her tiny orifice. Lydia squirmed and wriggled her lewdly squatting, taut buttocks around and down in her impatience to get the thick rod of hardened flesh up into her unbelievably stretched rectal hole!
"Jesus Christ! You ever see anything like that?" Morgan blurted, making teasing little up and down pelvic motions while Annie passionately watched through lust-mesmerized eyes.
To the nakedly watchful girl, the sensual heiress seemed almost greedily frantic as she lowered herself down onto the thick rod of hotly throbbing flesh. The grunting little whimpers of torment she emitted were wildly charging Annie's passion-flushed loins beyond belief!
"Oh ... oooohhhh!" the teenager suddenly gasped, as if the massively thick shaft was impaling her own rectal passage! She writhed away from her naked uncle, getting to her knees and scampering around to confront the perspiring attractive face of Lydia. She moved up slightly between Morgan's wide-spread legs and suddenly took in her tender hand, one of the auburn-haired girl's firm, warm breasts with a sympathetic--even if masochistic--envy! "D ... Does it hurt, Lydia ...? Hurt ... beautifully?"
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh God, Baby!" the glazed, emerald-eyed girl cried. "I ... I ... oh ... it's horrible ... horribly beautiful ...! I love it ...!"
Morgan leered in animal lust, watching the naked young woman wantonly gyrate her full, crescent-shaped white hips down ... down, inch by tortured inch onto his burning length of hardened, hotly pulsating cock! Uncontrollable grunts of whorish desire bubbled obscenely out of her as she strained ever downward, until at last her softly yielding ass-cheeks were pressed flat against his hairy pelvis. She was so tight that it felt as if she'd ripped his foreskin back; he could swear there was nothing but bloody, raw meat impaling her hotly constricting rectum! He choked out a series of lewd sounds, almost fearfully beginning a circular motion in an effort to lessen the searing stranglehold the rubbery sleeve of her gripping channel had on his cramming, painfully hard cock! Momentarily, his stretching actions paid off, and he began to croon out guttural half-groans of animal delight as he thrust upward with sadistic, hurting intentions, stuffing his eagerly throbbing flesh to its last fractional measure up the velvety heated canal between her lewdly offered white buttocks!
"Christ ... what a luscious tight ass you've got, Baby!" he gasped, tensing and thrusting upward as she continued to squirm her tautened buttocks down even tighter, forcing his sodomizing spear of hardness even further up into her!
"Oh ... oh Christ, Morgan, you bullish-hung bastard ... it's going to come right out my mouth!" she lewdly exclaimed, tossing her head from side to side and making her ripely full breasts quiver in front of Annie. Incredulous, weirdly erotic torment spread from the depths of her brutally invaded anus throughout her body in every direction, as she tentatively began to move up and down on his long hard shaft. Perspiring, she worked to his vicious upthrusting stabs, feeling his bulbous, blood-pulsing cock-head probing deeper into the tender, quivering bowels of her belly! Good God ... nothing had ever been more debasingly satiating!
From his stretched-out position beneath her, Morgan lustfully stared with his head raised. He watched the long throbbing length of his thick cock vanishing up into the obscenely stretched opening of her rectum! The reddish, inflamed-looking inner-flesh clinging to his pulsing-veined shaft obscenely intrigued him as she fucked it in and out of her. It appeared and disappeared with the mind-bending up and down movements of her smoothly rounded white hips, the tightly ovalled brown sheath grasping and smothering it as if she never intended to let if free again!
Christ! At first, he thought, the pressure had been almost unbearable, but now it was just rubbery tight and wildly stimulating, the type of potent influence that promised to draw the boiling cum right out of his bloated balls with the ferocity of squirting, molten lead at every stroke!
"Oh ... oh God, Uncle Link ...!" he heard Annie whimper and remembered his potentate duties.
He couldn't help but goatishly chuckle at the wanton plea in her whimpering teenage voice, additional sensations of lechery churning inside his big, naked body and bringing new excitement to his gross mind. "All right, time you got into the act, Honey," he rasped, checking to see if the dresser-mirror was going to give him adequate viewing. Then, to Lydia: "Come on, Baby, just stretch out these long, pretty legs so Annie can get up between them! Now, lie back on my chest ... yeah, like that!"
Lydia sensually moaned as she followed directions, feeling his big hot hands reaching around her nakedness to clutch the swollen mounds of her hotly palpitating breasts with a mauling lust. She rested her elbows on the bed to hold her partially erect so she could watch while Annie stared at both of them in driving, covetous hunger.
Lydia's darkly inviting cunt gaped up at her, its moistened pink crevice trailing down to her soft white buttocks. She could clearly see her uncle's huge glistening cock wedged splittingly between the rounded ass cheeks, holding them wide apart, its thick brutal hardness buried to the hilt up her wide-stretched rectum ... and his heavy cum-filled balls seemed to pulsate as she stared in fascination at the salacious spectacle.
"Well ...? What're you waiting for, Doll?" Morgan choked out. "Put that fiery little tongue of yours to work!"
Annie needed no further prodding. From her kneed stance, she eagerly lowered her young face, nestling it to Lydia's sweet, piquant-smelling loins! She started her excited, hot tongue at the base of Morgan's sperm-seething balls, orally bathing them before working upward to lick at the underside of the exposed half-inch of his anally entombed cock. Then, laving her way up through the moistly pink inner-flesh of Lydia's splayed cunt, she finally sucked the older girl's blushing pussy lips and quivering little clitoris into her teenaged mouth with a voracious little slurping sound!
"Uuuuhhhh ... ooohhh yessss!" Lydia gasped, reaching down with one hand to caress the young girl's long, chestnut tresses, as passionate tremors of lust-blinding pleasure spasmed her naked body. She began to slowly move her impaled buttocks up and down on Morgan's plundering, long hardness, at the same time pressing and grazing her passion-fired cunt against the kneeling teenaged girl's wildly sucking mouth.
Frantically, Annie lashed her fervid wet tongue around, over, and up, and into Lydia's moistly clasping pussy, as a feral heat seethed in her trembling young belly and loins. She reached back between her own spread thighs to the tight wet lips of her cunt, fingering the warm, down-fringed puffiness apart, and then began to massage the pleasure-bringing bud of her tiny, erect clitoris!
God, it was beautiful ... beyond any erotic rapture she had ever imagined, Annie luridly thought, and she never wanted it to end! The aphrodisiacal taste and aroma of Lydia's nakedly wet cunt was maddening, and the obscene thought that Uncle Link's huge cock was fucking up the beautiful woman's ass while she licked and sucked this warmly succulent pussy was spinning her mind into a lust-enchanting orbit all her own!
Frantically, Annie slid her outstretched finger along the wet crevice between her feverish cunt-lips to the snugly nibbling mouth of her own dilated vagina, then unhesitantly rammed it up into the liquid, simmering channel. Almost immediately, she inserted another, and still another into the wet, burning hole up between her legs, while both Lydia and her Uncle increased their moans and grunts! Wildly, she began to fuck her extended fingers in and out of her inflamed pussy-channel as she licked and sucked in rhythm to the frenzied sodomizing cadence beneath her!
Morgan was in paradise ... surrounded by the potentate's willing harem, he luridly reasoned, as he brutally fucked up into Lydia Newell's obscenely stretched anus. The nakedly voluptuous woman ground her frenzied, softly yielding buttocks down with sluttish ferocity while he mauled her hot, swollen breasts ... and gaped at himself in the dresser-mirror! His burning eyes caught sight of Annie. Christ, the kid was going right out of her young nympho-skull, licking and sucking Lydia's pinkly splayed cunt while she finger-fucked her own tight little pussy in fevered ecstasy! Her slackened, pretty teenaged features glistened wetly with the juices from the auburn-haired girl's passion-drenched cunt, and occasionally he heard mewling hums of hunger blending with Lydia's to drown out his own.
Then ... suddenly Annie was reaching back over her wide-spread young ass-cheeks with her other hand and ... and ... yes, goddamnit, she was shoving her middle finger into the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole! Oh shit ... this is too much for a man my age! I'll have a fucking seizure! He saw her worming the stiffened finger deeper and deeper into the youthful little opening between the ovaled white moons of her lushly rounded, teenaged ass, until the digit was buried up to the palm of her hand!
Goddamnit ... if it's an ass-fucking she wants, I'll give her plenty from now on! He felt his heatedly pulsating shaft jerk in excitement as he saw a sudden spilling of viscous fluids from her tight pussy bathing her cunt-fucking hand ... and that was just about all he could stand!
Almost frantically, Annie licked and sucked the steaming wet cunt fused to her teenaged mouth, until suddenly Lydia half-shrieked: "Oooohhh ... Baby, Baby ... I-I'm going to cum ...! Yesss ... now ... fuck my ass, Morgan! Eat my hot cunt, Baby ... I-I'm cuummmmiinngggg ...!" Then the ecstatic spasms seized her and her nakedly sprawled hips fell into an uncontrollably irregular cadence, even pausing at one point in mid-air.
Lustfully the big, straining man beneath her began to swear. "Pound your ass!" he raged. "Goddamn you ... don't stop now! Pound your fucking ass ...!"
"Aaauugghhhh ... ooohhhhh ...!" Annie began to chant, in the throes of her own orgasm as Lydia picked up the tempo once more, her climax seeming unending.
Then, Lydia heard Morgan's obscene oath beneath her and felt the first gushes of his scalding cum splutter into the remote, eagerly milking depths of her sodomized rectum! It surged through her body with the torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like seething liquid fire! The delicious sensation tripped her second climax, and she screamed as the powerful maelstrom of sensuous pleasure overwhelmed her!
Then, at last she felt the unrelenting hardness of his huge thick penis dissipating, growing uselessly flaccid, and could feel the spilling of his hot cum beginning to seep out from the widely stretched opening of her spasming anus. She raised up to a sitting position and saw the collapsed, naked young loveliness of Annie still gasping between her wide-spread legs. A faint smile lesbianistically twisted Lydia's moistly parted lips. Once more, she caressed the young girl's head, then saw the loving teenaged eyes flash up at her in welcoming understanding.
Lydia climbed off the big man, a lewd, hissing sound escaping her rectum as she lifted her burning nether-hole from his deflated shaft. Her naked legs weakly trembled when she stood and then she shuddered as a loathsome sensation swept through her at the sight of his aging, corpulent body.
"My father would destroy you, Morgan, if he knew about this!" she spat down at him. "Just don't forget that ... and don't ever think you have any claims on me, understand?"
"Shit ... shit, Lydia, I told you downstairs before ...!" the naked police chief stammered, sitting up, surprised at her uncalled-for anger.
"Fuck you, big man! I know you like a book. There isn't a decent bone in your lecherous body!" Lydia venomously hissed. "Furthermore, your incestuous little games with this young girl is over! I'm taking her to the A and B with me where she can have some of the things she deserves!"
"What ...? Now just a goddamned minute, Lydia!" Morgan, dumbstruck, jumped up from the bed ... but that was as far as he got. The ring of the front door-bell interrupted him. He looked to his niece's raised-up, naked young body on the bed and said: "Who the hell can that be?"
The teenaged girl shook her head, hardly conscious, or even caring about the sound, the exciting words of Lydia Newell completely taking charge of all her thoughts.
"Well go see!" Morgan snarled, his confused rage mounting.
"Go yourself, big man!" Lydia put in, laying a restraining hand on Annie's nakedly smooth white shoulder. "She's all finished waiting on you ... and you better get to understand that, unless you want the wrath of Aaron Newell right down on your lecherous fucking head!"
Chapter 6
The moments of relief Jean Blakely had briefly enjoyed at the realization that Mark was not about to make an issue of the night before, and especially, tell all to Steve as he'd threatened, were short-lived. The shared emotions were no less predominant in Carol Foster. Though pleased at Mark's decision to spare her young husband's feelings, his revealed plans to definitely destroy Caesar and his pack had nearly sickened her with concern.
Throughout the morning, the two young wives had attempted to console one another, but by noon when Steve arose and left the house to join the posse, they knew that their efforts were useless. Both had reached a state of near-panicky concern for the welfare of the massive wild animal they had uncontrollably come to love!
"Still, Honey ... he's managed to elude all attempts they've made so far," Carol reminded her lovely, blonde-haired hostess over their umpteenth cup of coffee. "Is there any reason to believe he can't go on doing it ...?"
"Only the law of averages, Carol," Jean replied, her small hand trembling as it raised the cup, her smoky-blue eyes level with the willowy brunette's incandescent, dark ones. "And up until now, Mark hasn't entered the hunting picture. He's determined, Carol ... determined to destroy Caesar ... and I can't let him do that!"
Carol Foster watched the full lower-lip of her closest friend solicitously quiver, the tears that had been ever present all morning once more dampening the beautiful young wife's alluring eyes. "But ... but, darling, why do you think he'll be more successful than Link Morgan, or the others? You, yourself, said that the Chief of Police is considered the most skilled hunter in the Valley ..."
"Oh Carol ... don't you see?" Jean tried to explain. "Mark is a very capable hunter, himself, and certainly a much more thorough man than Morgan. There'll be no liquor passing around amongst the men this time ... and most of all, Mark has a very personal reason, or believes he has, to want the beautiful animal dead! Oh God ...!"
Carol needed no resume concerning the latter fact. Though she could well understand his jealous reasoning, her sympathy was with Jean. Wasn't she, herself, nearly as much under the handsome animal's spell as the golden-haired girl seated across from her? Fleeting moments of her first night in the house when Caesar had mistakenly come to her, flashed through the vivacious brunette's anxious mind. Yes ... yes, Jean was right; they just couldn't sit there and let those men destroy the erotic beast ...!
"Oh Jean ... wh-what can we do ...?"
"I-I don't know, Carol, but I've got to try and do something ... at least, somehow warn him that they're out to kill him!" the young, curvaceous blonde wife exclaimed, suddenly getting to her feet.
"But how, Darling? I want to help, too!" the other earnestly declared. "But ... but where do we start?"
"I-I'm not sure ... somewhere out in those hills, I suppose!" Jean wildly reasoned. "I-I know we'll never find him ... but maybe he'll find us!" She stared excitedly into Carol's sparkling eyes, her decision to act restoring some measure of confidence. "I-It's the only way I know to help him! Are ... you with me, Carol ...?"
"Yes ... yes! It may be crazy, but I agree, Honey ... we have to do something!"
"Then, come on ... let's change into clothes a little more practical for scouting!"
* * *
Link Morgan was a very infuriated man by the time he reached the Crescent Inn Tavern. Not only had he not slept in over twenty-four hours, but he'd just been thoroughly out-maneuvered by a cock-happy, spirited bitch named Lydia Newell! Without the slightest qualm, she had brazenly devoided him of his luscious, fuckable, suckable young niece Annie, and he didn't know how nor if, there was a goddamned thing he could do about it! Then, before he'd had time to regroup his mental forces, Frank Clifford had stood at his door saying something about a hunting posse being formed to wipe out the wild-pack with Mark Blakely leading it, and the deputy would like him to ride with them!
Shit, he could ill afford not to, and that was the truth! With three of his wanted, teenaged pushers hiding out in those hills, he damned sure didn't intend that Blakely should stumble onto them! Not that he gave a damn for their welfare, but sure as hell they'd crack under questioning and implicate him! He knew well enough where they were hidden and it shouldn't be too difficult to steer the deputy and his bunch clear of the place ...
Sonofabitch, he thought as he drove toward the Inn, following Clifford in his pick-up, he'd think of some way to counter that Lydia bitch's lesbianistic piracy! He wasn't about to give up his little Annie after just turning on the nympho sex in her! Not by a damn sight!
His powerful legs trembled as he climbed from the car and walked toward the Inn, a combination, he realized, of no sleep and the wild fucking of lecherous young Lydia Newell taking their toll. Christ, that part of it had almost been worth the fee, he luridly thought, but not quite. His niece's sixteen-year old, rounded white tail of the pair, had a lot more lustful miles in it, and somehow he intended to reclaim its hot, youthful beauty ...!
"What the hell's going on, Blakely?" the big man growled, grabbing a chair at Mark's table and dropping down onto it. "What's this about a posse?"
The young deputy sheriff glanced at Steve Foster across from him, then calmly advised the arrogant police chief of his plans and how he'd selected the other hunters. Finally, he added: "No liquor, Link ... not on this mission."
"Wh-What the hell's it going to be, a meeting of the A.A. for Christ' sake?" the big man spat, his blood-shot, mean eyes and whiskey-flushed face twisted in a half-grin. "Hell, a man needs a nip or two out there to keep him going, Deputy. I don't know about any of the rest, but I'm taking a pint with me ..."
"Then, we'll count you out of this expedition, Link," Mark said, with a matter-of-fact pencil-strike through the police officer's name on the paper. "I said, there'll be no booze on this posse ..."
"And who the hell are you to give the orders in my town, Blakely?" the barrel-chested man angrily snarled, kicking back his chair and standing, his huge hands balling into ham-like fists.
The sound of male voices around them suddenly died into silence, but in several reminiscing minds, a shivering, similar occurrence of years past was vividly recalled! It too, had dealt with a Blakely, Mark's father, and this very same police chief had been his antagonist! Even Mark couldn't help but note the shuddering parallel, for it'd been shortly following his dad's public beating of Morgan that he'd been accidentally shot and killed while riding in a hunting posse ... and by the huge man who stood ragingly before him!
With every ounce of effort he could muster, Mark forced his own anger under control as he stared unflinchingly upward into the big man's fury-reddened face. "It may well be your jurisdiction in town, Link, but outside those city limits, it's mine ... and we'll do this my way! That's final! There'll be no liquor before or while we ride! If you're agreeable, we want you with us ... and that's the way it is, Link!"
The powerful man's strained breathing filled the room. There was no question to any tensed occupant there but that he was struggling desperately to determine his next move, though they could hardly reason how or why he decided as he did. Only the big police chief, himself, realized that he couldn't chance discovery of the three wanted teenagers hiding in the hills. But there were other ways ... one in particular that was evilly forming in his enraged brain. He'd been shamed in front of everyone, just as the sonofabitch's old-man had publicly shamed him ... and no one could do that to Link Morgan and get away with it ...!
Mark carefully watched the other, trying to anticipate any sudden move he might make. And then, he heard the massive man's sudden release of breath, indicating that the immediate crisis might be passed.
"All right, Blakely ... okay," Link Morgan huskily said. "You win this round. I-It's more important that we finish off that goddamned wild-pack first ... then, you and me ... we'll settle our differences man to man, once and for all! Agreed?"
Mark shrugged his young, broad shoulders. "If that's what you want, Link. I'm ready anytime ... after this Caesar menace is done away with."
"Good ... then, let's get to destroying the fucking mutt-rapist and his pack!" the big man growled. "I'm ready ...!"
"And so are the rest of us, Mark!" Frank Clifford put in. "Okay," Mark nodded, getting to his feet. "We'll use cars as far as Frank's ranch. The horses are there waiting for us. Any questions ...? Then, let's go ... .!"
* * *
The sun had reached slightly beyond its zenith when Jean Blakely and Carol Foster in shirts, slacks and rubber-soled tennis shoes, all that Jean could find, alighted from their car. Jean had driven the vehicle into the deserted old quarry at the base of an easily accessible foot-hill, confident that it was not apt to be discovered there. She had kept presence of mind enough to bring along a canteen filled with water, which she could carry over her shoulder, and both girls had stuffed crackers in their pockets, just in case ...
Moving upward at an untiring gait, the young wives talked sparingly, as if conserving their energies. Often, they stopped to listen to the great silence growing heavier around them as they ascended, hoping to hear a bark or howl which could give them a direction to follow. But they heard nothing, with the exception of the ever-increasing, hushed wildness surrounding them.
If nothing else, Jean thought, following a little apprehensive twinge at one point when she glanced back, the hushed tranquillity was certainly conducive to looking into one's soul! And that, she had been doing for the past hour as they climbed ... wondering how it was all going to end, and what was to happen between Mark and herself. There was no question in her mind but that she loved him as much, perhaps more, than ever ... though he might well come to hate her for what she was doing! But even so, she had to do it, had to try and protect her animal-lover ... the handsome dog that had brought her such unequalled, sensual pleasure these past days ... and nights! Dear God ... she couldn't imagine him dead ... murdered ... a bullet ripping into his beautiful loving body and perhaps from Mark's very rifle ...!
"Hey ...! Maybe, we should take a little rest, Honey?" Carol said, catching hold of her arm and moving around to look into her face. "Y-You're crying! What is it, Baby ...? Don't worry, we'll find him in time ..."
Jean sniffled loudly and nodded her head, making the pony-tail she'd quickly formed her long blonde-hair into, bob cutely to her dark-eyed friend. "I-I was just thinking, is all," she said, finding a hankie and blowing her nose.
Carol took the canteen and drank from it, then passed it to Jean who capped it without drinking. The willowy brunette was looking back toward the general direction of the route they'd followed, an anxious expression momentarily clouding her attractive face. Jean saw it, then watched the girl look upward at the position of the sun.
"I-It's getting on," Carol said. "Did you bring a watch?"
"No."
Again, her vivacious partner looked skyward. "Must be around four-o'clock. Still some four hours or more of daylight. D-Do you think you can remember the way back, Jean?"
For a moment, the blonde wife didn't answer. Then: "I'm not sure ... but Caesar'll know the way, once we find him!"
Carol uncontrollably snapped a sharp, discerning glance at the other, reading the desperation in Jean's wide, blue eyes. God, they appeared almost vacant for one brief second, and she couldn't help but wonder if the reoccurring effects of the LSD wasn't again creeping over her! Oh Lord, she hoped not! And there was a storm brewing off to the east, heavy, dark menacing clouds that were rapidly moving in their direction! Damn ... had they made a foolish mistake coming into these deceiving hills this way ...?
"M-Maybe, we should start back down, Jean," the lithesome brunette suggested in a catching voice. "It's getting late, and there's a storm coming, see ...?"
Jean looked at her in surprise, almost as if she could hardly believe her friend's words. She began to answer by shaking her head. Then: "I have no intentions of going back down until I find him, Carol! I've got to warn him, don't you understand? You go back if you want ... take the water ... but I'm going on ... right down through that gully and up that furthest hill! I don't know whether I'm right or not, but it has a remote look ... wild and forbidden enough to be the sort of place he would go ...!"
"Damnit, Jean!" Carol gasped. "I just can't go off and leave you up here like this! Please ... try to realize that he's a very capable animal, and that he's stayed alive this long! We've done our best ...!"
"No, I said! I'm not going back down, Carol!" Jean distraughtly exclaimed. "I've got to find him! I'd never be able to live with myself if I didn't try to stop the killing of one of my lovers by another! How could I? Here, take the water! I'm going on ...!"
"Wait!" Carol called after her when the voluptuous pony-tailed blonde had taken a half-dozen steps.
"Well ...?" Jean replied, turning to face her friend.
"Well ...? Well, shit! I'm going with you! What do you think ...?"
* * *
Mark's posse, with both him and Link Morgan riding lead horses, ascended into the hills at a pace-sparing rate, designed to save the animals until something concrete gave them a sign. The hours beneath the hot, California sun passed slowly, but by late afternoon they were well into the depths where Mark began to feel they would find something. After a rest period in which they ate and drank lightly, they progressed toward a thick wooded and brush-filled area, finding their first indications.
The remains of a recently killed sheep were scattered about, along with the obvious stool of dogs, sufficient to advise both Mark and Link Morgan that the wild-pack had been there not too many hours before.
"What do you think, Link?" the young deputy questioned the older and more experienced hunter.
"Well ... after this, my guess would be they'd head for water," the big man said. "Probably off to the south toward Wiley's Stream. That's the nearest," he added, hoping the other wouldn't see through his lie.
"How about the pond?" Mark asked, nodding his head eastward in the general direction of a spring-fed, small body of water he was familiar with. "Red Heart mountain is there, too, and honeycombed with caves ... perfect lairs for them to avoid the elements, like that storm that's coming up."
"No ... I don't think so," Morgan replied without looking at him. "This sonofabitch is too smart to pick the obvious. Besides, we scoured that area last night ..."
"Maybe," Mark said, looking off toward the sky-rising hill called Red Heart, his own intellects drawing him in that direction. "But I still think that's where he ... they, might hole-up. It's a perfect terrain for that uncanny brute to ferret out ..."
"I don't know, Mark," Frank Clifford put in. "I don't want to interfere, but Link's got a good point. Besides, if the posse last night covered that area, no use of backtracking."
His timely butting-in was all Link needed. Trying not to show it, he leaped onto the opening. "Well ... the deputy's got a point, too. We covered that ground at night ... could be more productive in daylight."
"So ...? What you got in mind, Link?" Frank Clifford asked.
"An idea ... that maybe we should split up. There's twenty-two of us all together ... more than enough divided to take care of that fucking horde should either group come across them," the scheming police chief said, knowing that he'd have to somehow slip away from his group to do what he intended. But that wouldn't be too difficult, and he knew these hills like the back of his hand. He could find Blakely's posse with little effort, then, completely destroy the broken-down rifle he had carried in his saddlebag purposely for the job ... after it was done!
"I don't know," Mark started, somehow uneasy with the idea of splitting the men. But several more came forward in agreement, finally persuading him. "Well ... all right, if all of you think it's best," he said, glancing toward Steve who was constantly making notes. "Chief Morgan will head one group, and I'll handle the other. We'll plan to meet at Razor Ridge. Whichever group gets there first, waits for the other. Should any of us hear a lot of shooting, we'll know the others have discovered the pack. Okay?"
A conglomeration of agreements filled the mountain air. Then, Mark added: "Should either party come onto them, I insist there be no brutality, understand? Kill them quick and clean!"
"Right!" Frank Clifford and several others chimed in.
"Okay," Mark said. "Let's decide who's riding with whom ...?"
Chapter 7
Caesar's vantage point was such that he could witness the two groups of horse-carried, male humans moving in separate directions, as well as his golden-one and the fiery-eyed female stumbling through the ravine below him. Only the huge barrier of rocks divided the party of males from the pair of females he had thought were his friends! Now, his keen animal brain sought other answers! By chance alone had he, through intuitive instinct, become aware of the mass human presence and moved above them to investigate! What he saw slowly enraged him! They had deeply penetrated his domain, with both the golden-one's male-human and the brute-man heading them! But more hurting than all else was the apparent fact that his loving, human-mate and the fiery-eyed one had somehow brought them there!
For a long moment, the great and powerful animal stood picturesquely outlined against the skyline, his tongue licking out characteristically; then, a deep whimper emitted from his broad chest. He had been betrayed! How, he was not yet certain, but retribution for such traitorism he was inherently steeped in! The handsome, massive animal whimpered inside himself once more before he backed off, turned, then leaped away as silently as he'd appeared!
* * *
A sudden rumble of deep, distant thunder sent a curdling chill up Carol Foster's spine. From behind, she called to the girl only yards in front of her and said: "It's a storm, Jean! Let's find someplace to get out of it!"
The young blonde wife paused to look back, almost as if just remembering at that moment that Carol was with her. "We'll start climbing right here," she said. "There's an overhanging ledge up there; it'll shelter us. Anyway, it's just a little thunderstorm ..."
"We should have turned back!" Carol said, reaching her and grasping onto the other's arms. "This is crazy, Jean ...!"
"Oh ... ooohhh, Carol, I'm sorry!" the blonde girl exclaimed. "I told you to go back ...!"
"Damnit, I'm not about to go anywhere without you!"
"Are you afraid?"
"Well, it's getting dark enough to be ... and that storm's almost on top of us, girl, if you haven't seen it!" Carol half-whimpered. "I-I mean if ... if we only knew where we were going ...!"
Jean started to console her friend, but she never had to. The sudden appearance of a horse carrying the huge frame of Link Morgan whipped her breath away. For a moment, she stood as frozen, then undeniably welcomed the sight of the big Chief of Police.
"Look!" she said, pointing. "It's Chief Morgan!"
Carol did, not in the least disappointed with his unexpected appearance, though she could think of others that might be more pleasing! "Oh Goddd ...!" she sighed.
"What the hell you girls trying to do, kill yourselves?" Morgan blurted. Apprehensively, he looked up at the clouded skies. "In seconds, there'll be a downpour that'll send flash-floods all through these gullies! Come on!" he ordered, swinging down from his mount. "Let's climb!"
* * *
Struggling on hands and knees into the mouth of a cave, Jean couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the horse Link Morgan had abandoned below! She turned to help Carol behind her, and then the big frame of Link Morgan who moved into the cave opening with surprising agility. She hardly noticed the faint smirk curling the lips of the police chief as she looked down to see the saddled animal standing fast ...
Morgan read the concern on her face, his smirk broadening. The horse was in no danger, he knew, getting to his feet and setting his rifle against the wall of rock. There'd be no flash-flood ... probably no more than a few drops of rain, but it'd been the perfect gimmick to scare them up into the cave!
He'd had no problem getting away from his party! Putting Frank Clifford in charge, he'd used the excuse that he wanted to investigate a distance into the ravine for signs, and that he'd join up with them later on the other side of Wiley's Stream. His plan, of course, was to double back and sight Mark Blakely's group from a perfect ambush point he was well familiar with ... but what the hell ... here he'd stumbled onto Blakely's wife, along with that goddamned writer's doll!
Shit, he'd almost tumbled out of the saddle when he spotted them. After all, they didn't exactly compose the scene a man expected to find in the depths of this friggin' wild country! But there was hardly time to speculate on why, or what the hell they were doing there; only that they were starting to scale the accessible bank was important! And the goddamned cave where those three teenaged punks were holed-up was directly above them! What the hell, there was nothing to do but join them and revamp his plans! The deputy was going to win a few more minutes reprieve ...!
"The horse ... will it be all right?" Jean anxiously questioned the big lawman.
"Don't worry, it'll take care of itself," Morgan replied, his mean eyes ogling Jean's appealing curves the tight slacks and shirt were temptingly enhancing. The ripely pointed mounds of her firm breasts were straining the shirt-front, while the slacks were stretched tautly over the smooth, rounded ovals of her buttocks and across the small swelling of her belly, snugly clinging to the puffy "vee" at the adjoining angle her voluptuously full thighs formed. He couldn't help but remember her naked beauty. The night he'd fucked her at Lydia's! Christ ...! "The question is, what're you girls up to in these hills?" he probed, though a crazy goddamned answer was already forming in his tired brain.
"We ... we were hiking and got lost," Carol quickly put in when she saw Jean struggling for words.
"Y-Yes ... that's it ... we got lost!' Jean followed, nodding her pony-tailed head.
A grin stretched the police chief's lips. He shifted his glance to the vivacious, willowy brunette, his lustful eyes rakingly appraising her lissome, curved, young body. There was something fiery in her expression that intrigued him, even reminded him of Lydia Newell, that illusion alone enough to cause a stirring in his heavy loins. He said: "You ah ... you don't expect me to believe that shit, do you? I mean, with a pack of wild raping dogs menacing these hills, you dollies just come out for a hike? Let's try another answer, what do you say?"
"I-I don't believe it's necessary for us to give you any explanations, Link Morgan!" Jean suddenly snapped at him, then turned to Carol. "Come on, let's get out of this place! The sun is shining again ...!" She paused at the odd expression on her friend's attractive face. The brunette wife was looking beyond her toward the back of the cave, with her small, slender nose raised as if she were smelling something ... "What is it, Carol ...?"
Jean pivoted to follow the direction of her stare before the other could answer, noticing for the first time that the tunnel was quite deep and arched off to the right ...! And ... and there was some sort of light ... a flickering light, similar to what a flame might cause ...!
"D-Do you smell that, Jean?" Carol hesitatingly questioned, suddenly looking toward the big frame of a grinning Link Morgan. "I-It's marijuana ... pot! Someone's back there ...!"
When Jean swung around toward Morgan, he had picked up his rifle and was using it to point in the direction of the flickering light. "Too late now, girls," he growled, his voice undeniably threatening, his red-face an open leer. "I don't know what I'll wind up doing with you, but we'll decide that when the time comes. Get moving, both of you! Let's go back and join the company!"
"Oh ... oh God, Jean ...!" Carol frightenedly hesitated, grasping the young blonde wife's hand.
"Don't be afraid, Carol!" Jean bravely pretended, taking the brunette's small hand and holding it tightly in her equally tiny one, even as her flesh began to crawl at what might await them ahead. She'd already had experience with Link Morgan!
"Move!" the corrupt police chief barked, slapping them both luridly across their full buttocks, a lustful charge taunting his groin at the resilient give of their rounded ass-cheeks. "Maybe, we'll just have a party while we're making up our minds what to do with you bitches!"
They did, clinging to one another's hand, Jean stumbling once over an unseen rock, but quickly catching her balance. Then, as they rounded the bend in the hollowed-out cavern and the flickering light grew more illuminous, they saw them! Automatically, the two young wives halted side by side in shocked apprehension! Neither could find her voice ... but before them, stretched out on what looked like soiled mattresses and blankets, lay three naked men ... no ... boys!
"Good God ...!" Carol gasped, the words choking from her throat! "Wh-What is this ...?"
Jean had yet to speak, but a myriad of unwanted reflections were racing through her brain! The three of them were little more than teenagers ... and smoking crudely-made cigarettes in the candle light surrounding them! The small area reeked of the sweetish aroma, but it was not that as much as their lewd nakedness and the still unexplained attack upon her nights ago that sent clammy chills rippling upward along her spine! Somehow, at that horrifying moment, she knew that these were the three masked attackers Caesar had driven off that first night ...!
"You dumb fucks!" Morgan vilely barked out from behind them, each young wife sensing her own particular reaction to the graphic four-letter word. "A whole goddamned army could march in here and you pricks wouldn't know it!"
As if some authoritative monarch had spoken, the pair of trembling girls saw the three naked, teenaged boys bolt erect from their mattresses to face them open-mouthed, their eyes glazed with the effects of the marijuana.
Jean, as shocked as she was, couldn't keep her unbelieving stare from raking over their partially hardened young genitals, the thought lewdly occurring to her that they may well have been carrying on a homosexual orgy ...!
"Geez, Chief ... we didn't hear you, honest!" the tallest, a skinny, pimply-faced boy blurted out, obviously trying to focus his eyes on them as he absently clutched at his half-hard penis.
Carol had yet to accept the absolutely obscene spectacle as anything but a lurid nightmare! She clung to Jean's hand while she watched the thin, acne-faced youth fondling his naked, half-erect penis, as were the other two, and at the same time try to talk to the terrible man behind them! God almighty! What had they stumbled onto?
"By the looks of you cock-heads," Link Morgan obnoxiously spat, "you've not only been playing suck-suck, but you've been smoking up too much of my profits, damn you!" With that, he set down his rifle and cupped both Jean and Carol's rounded, full buttocks in his big hands, moving between them to force them forward into the hollowed-out, high-roofed enclosure. "But we'll settle that later. Right now, look what I brought along, luscious, tender cunt ... and you boys ought to remember the blonde one, our noble deputy sheriff's wife?"
Link Morgan's obscene use of words, as well as his goatish hand manipulations, were not unfamiliar to Jean. Even so, she couldn't help the unwanted, acid-influenced sensations they set off in her trembling, soft belly. Though she was choked right up to her tonsils with unashamed fear, her immediate concern for Carol was foremost in her aghast mind. Jean continued to cling encouragingly to her friend's shaking hand, hoping to God that Carol would forgive her if they ever came out of this horror alive ...!
"Yeah ... I remember her, Chief!" the long-haired, runtish boy of the three exclaimed, lewdly working the foreskin of his semi-stiffened penis back and forth before Carol's fixed, disbelieving eyes! "She's the broad we were all going to rape, eh? You know, the night the goddamned wild dog broke it up ...!"
"You see what I mean?" Morgan roared. "I can't trust you cocksuckers!"
"Goddamn you, shut-up, Billy!" the third, a strong, well-built teenager ordered. "You want to get us all hung?"
"You're already hung, you pricks!" the police chief spat, sitting down on a rock-formation? "Maybe, we all are ... but we're going to go out in a blaze of glory! Come on, damn you, strip these broads! I intend to have my cock sucked!"
With Link Morgan's foul-worded intentions ringing lewdly in her ears, Jean gazed regrettably into Carol's shocked eyes. God, had she not been such a stubborn fool; if only she'd turned back when her friend wanted to ...! Yet, there was no power on earth that could have made her do that, she realized! But more horrible than all else, now she would never be able to warn Caesar ...! Oh God ...!
Suddenly, the thin, acne-faced boy whom Jean knew to be Leo Vincent, a local young hoodlum, began to jump up and down in an imbecilic sort of dance, causing his partially rigid, teenage penis and hanging testicles to luridly waggle and jounce. "I've got it, Chief!" he squealed in his drugged world. "I've got it! We'll get 'em high on pot first, then we'll have a real orgy!"
"Hey, that's wild!" Corky White, the bigger, good-looking brother of the runtish, long-haired one, agreed. "How about it, Chief ...?"
"Fuck, I don't care what the hell you do with them!" Morgan spat, his cruel eyes reflecting the ungovernable lust again mounting inside him. "Just get 'em naked and give me the black-haired bitch! She's got that wild gleam in her eyes that I want to watch as she sucks me off!"
Carol sensed an unreasonable tremor flutter through her sensual loins and belly at the gross man's obscenely spewed words, even as their vile meaning nauseously registered in her horrified brain! Whether her nearly paralyzing fear was as much for her own welfare as Jean's, she didn't know at that point! The entire abominable scene was such an impossible nightmare! But of one thing she felt certain, Jean could well go absolutely berserk from the effects of pot on top of the LSD this brutal man had fed her ...!
The naked, long-haired boy who someone had called Billy was confronting her then, grinning like an idiot while he filthily posed with his youthful genitals thrust forward, his hand lewdly massaging his now rigidly hardened young penis! To her left, laughingly hopping toward Jean with equally salacious gestures, was the bigger, well-built brother, his long, thick teenaged cock formidably poling out from his obscenely clutching fist, while the third sat nakedly on the mattress singing and rolling the mind-bending weed into joints!
"Oh God ...!" Carol gasped as Corky White suddenly began to pull at her clothing and she half-twisted to look pleadingly toward the evilly watching Link Morgan. "Please ... do whatever you want to me, but Jean ... she's still not herself from the LSD! Marijuana could permanently damage her ...!"
"You tug at my heart strings, cunt!" Morgan leered, watching with tired, lustful eyes as Corky half-tore the shirt from her, then shoved his fingers into the white lacy front of her sheer bra, ripping it away with one mean jerk! Her firm, white breasts rippled swayingly in their sudden release, and the long-haired boy eagerly clutched their rounded, ruby-nippled fullness in his dirty, clawlike hands, raising a goatish chuckle from the corrupt police chief. "Fuck her! How do you like to suck cock? That's all that interests me right now, baby!" Morgan taunted, while her drug-affected tormentor suddenly half-squatted to luridly suck the tender, pointed tip of one breast into his tonguing, teeth-nibbling mouth!
"Oh ... oh please ...!" Jean heard Carol whimper out in pain and tried to turn and help her. But it was futile! The naked, strapping boy who had immediately dropped onto his knees before her and was lewdly pulling down her slacks and panties had already dug his strong fingers into the soft, sensitive flesh of her nakedly exposed hips! And as she stood there totally helpless, her jerked-down clothing fettering her below the knees, he forced her to shamefully spread her legs as he buried his teenaged, good-looking face between her trembling thighs into her defenselessly naked loins!
Even in her fear-stricken state, Jean couldn't deny the erotic sensations that surged from her sensuous vaginal flesh through her convulsing belly and upward to her brain, at the lustfully shocking penetration of his hot, wet tongue between her pussy-lips! She not only felt, but watched his young face nestled to her loins, the unmerciful contact of his hotly lashing, ravaging tongue with her spasming clitoris completely distorting her mental capacities! Yet, somehow, she restrained the urge to reach down and clutch at his head ... to pull his youthfully handsome face tighter into her rapidly firing cunt which had continuously simmered with insatiable want since they had drugged her ...!
The goddamned wild sight was more lustfully stimulating than Morgan had conceived it! The three bare-assed drug-freaks had stripped the pair of luscious bitches completely naked and were doing every filthy thing to them their warped brains could imagine! Screw! After the ball-draining session with Lydia and Annie, he'd doubted that he'd ever get a hard-on again, but there he sat with his hugely throbbing cock swollen as rigid as a wagon-tongue! Christ ...! What the hell was he going to do with them ... not only the broads, but those half-queer pot-heads, when he was finished with them? Kill 'em? What else? All five were a destructive menace to his existence! Shit ... he'd take care of that when the time came ... but right now ...?
His mean eyes burned as they stared at the way Corky White was making Blakely's wife stand with her shapely white legs spread wide apart, his fucking face buried in her blonde-curled cunt! But it was the pimply-faced Vincent who'd kneeled behind her and was making her spread her rounded, full ass-cheeks for him so that he could lick her little asshole that was really sending the evil-minded police chief! And his potential cock-sucker, in all of her willowy, supple nakedness, standing spread-legged while the long-haired Billy ate her pussy and simultaneously, finger-fucked her ass-hole! Christ! He had to get in on this act, himself ...!
"Okay ... the pot ... the pot!" Leo Vincent suddenly exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "It's the weed-time before we really set sail, eh?"
Carol sensed her naked, full-set breasts rising and falling in uncontrollable arousal as the long-haired teenager abruptly deserted her, the hotly tingling inner-flesh of her defenseless young pussy seething with the flames he had obscenely licked into being inside her! Then, he was thrusting a joint between her lips and pulling her down onto a mattress, as were the other two with Jean! Oh God ...! There was no way to avoid the obscene things that were going to happen to them ... to that, she was resigned ... and maybe the pot, after all, was going to be a blessing ... even for Jean ...!
Chapter 8
Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely held up his hand to the men behind him and reined in his mount at the approaching rider. He recognized the man as Bill Watts, one of the hunters with Link Morgan's party, and waited for the other to get close enough to speak.
"Frank Clifford sent me, Mark," he said for greeting. "Something ain't right! Chief Morgan left us over an hour ago to do some lookin' on his own, he said. We were suppose to meet up with him on the other side of Wiley's Stream, but he should've been there quite a spell ago! Frank wants to know what he should do?"
Damn that Morgan! the young sheriff inwardly cursed. He'd given strict orders that they all stay together to avoid any mishaps, like what had happened to his father ... "Frank's taken over for Morgan?" Mark questioned.
"Yep. That's what Link said," Bill Watts replied.
"Okay ... you go back and join your group," Mark said. "Tell Frank to carry on with the hunt. No use of all of us searching for Morgan. I'll take care of that."
"Right!" Watts answered with a nod of his head, then swung his mount around and was gone.
"What do you think, Mark?" Steve Foster questioned, moving up alongside his friend.
"I don't know ... but I don't like it," Mark answered. "There was no reason for Morgan to separate from the others ... unless he had some private business to attend to. Otherwise, he'd have taken one or two of the men with him."
"You think he's up to no-good, eh?" Steve pressed.
"Maybe ... and then again, maybe something's happened to him ..."
"Like a fall or something ...?"
"Possible ... but not likely either," Mark said. "He's too skilled, too competent a hunter ... Whatever, we better find out." Then to the others: "You men carry on as planned. Foster and I will see if we can find Chief Morgan. We'll rejoin you as soon as we can. Harry, you and Cal take over for me. All decisions, make them together. Any questions ...?"
There weren't. Mark waved them on then, while he and Steve headed back to where they had originally split into two groups, his plan simply to try and follow Link Morgan's trail from there ...
* * *
It took a small measure of the marijuana smoke which Leo Vincent and Corky White forcibly made her inhale to send Jean quickly into a space-out high. Stripped shamefully naked by the two drugged teenagers in their own lewd nakedness, they had made her lie on her back, sandwiched between them, the rigid hardnesses of their youthful, heavily swollen penises pressed tightly on either side of her to the yielding smooth flesh of her rounded hips and thighs. Luridly, they ground their thickly throbbing lengths of stiffened boy cock against her soft, white flesh, at the same time, each claiming one of the full, pink-nippled mounds of her lush breasts to suck and nibble at as they mockingly played with the moistened, sensitive cuntal flesh between her helplessly spread thighs!
"Oh Goddd ... don't, please ...?" Jean whimpered pathetically in her mounting opiate state, uncontrollable sensations of lewd degradation beginning to churn within her exposed, defenseless body at their depraved, sensual acts! Their near-moronic squeals and sniggers as they mauled, sucked and pawed at her naked, unprotected breasts and vagina, filled the blonde young wife's whirling brain, her fears, as well as knowledge of immediate surroundings quickly failing her!
Carol saw and realized this as she sat in equal forced nakedness upon the dirty mattress facing her friend! Eagerly, the trembling, willowy brunette dragged at the brown-papered joint, praying for its numbing effects to quickly take its morally deadening hold of her humiliated senses! She couldn't look at the warped expression on the long-haired teenager's face, who sat beside and watching her with his nude hip pressed tightly against her own. He'd drawn up his knees and made her do the same, then spread them so that she could grasp and massage his hardened, teenage cock while he played with, and worked his lewdly searching fingers in and around her rapidly dampening pussy lips!
God almighty! What was going to happen to them before this depraved horror was over with? Already, the smoke-filled cavern was filled with obscene moans and gasps, much of them coming from her poor girlfriend, Jean, who lay helplessly spread-open between the pair of luridly writhing teenagers, both of them with fingers thrust up into the wet, pink vaginal flesh between her vulnerably squirming thighs ...!
"All right, let's get a little more action into this circus, cockheads!" Link Morgan gleefully ordered from his seated position on the rock formation. "Vincent, you and Corky get Blakely's wife up on her knees. One of you can fuck her dog-fashion from behind while she sucks off the other one!" Then, to the long-haired brother: "Bring that other hot little cunt over here to me, Billy! I want her to fish out my cock and suck it right down into her gullet ...!"
"Aw, Chief! I wanna fuck her ...!" the runtish boy groaned.
"So fuck her, punk!" Morgan leered. "She'll probably love your skinny little cock playing in her cunt-hole while she sucks me off! Come on, get her over here! My balls are getting ready to burst ...!"
Though dazed, Jean was anything but insensate to what was happening to her, or to Carol. Obediently, with tiny moans of debased servitude escaping her, she let the pair of ridiculously tittering youths manipulate her nakedly up into a kneeling position on her hands and knees. From behind, one of them ordered her to spread her legs wide, then she sensed his hands clutching at the soft, ovaled spheres of her obscenely offered buttocks, spreading them apart with perverted delight. Abruptly, she felt the weight of the other heavily on her back, straddling her above the hips, his hard, naked buttocks and hairy genitals luridly grinding against the smooth, tender flesh of her backbone. Like a tormenting lust-fired imp, he began to undulate and writhe his teenaged frame, his weight like a mounted horse-back rider, fully upon her as he made lunatical squeals before leaning forward to reach beneath her and brutally clutch at the hardened nippled mounds of her fully hanging breasts.
Even the near-comatose of her own drugged brain couldn't lessen for Jean the vileness of their deranged acts. She felt the contact of a searing, wet tongue licking through the exposed, spread crevice between her helpless buttocks, heatedly stroking up and down, until finally its stiffened tip centered at the tiny mouth of her rectum, straining to worm its way beyond her tiny puckered, rectal lips!
"Oh ... ooohhh Goddddd!" she moaned in sensual shame. She stared with glazed eyes at Carol in her forced nakedness on all fours between the spread, still-clothed legs of Link Morgan, reluctantly working to release his huge cock from his pants, while the long-haired Billy White kneeled up behind her exposed, white buttocks his teenaged hardness luridly clutched in his fist!
"Come on you willowy bitch! Let's lay a little tongue on it!" Jean heard Morgan lewdly spit down at her best friend. "Lick it all over before you gobble it down ...!"
... And those were perhaps the last words that Link Morgan ever spoke in his corrupt life ...!
What happened occurred so quickly that neither girl in her pot-slowed mind could quite comprehend it! Only the vicious growl that filled the cave made an immediate registering in Jean's brain!
Caesar! Dear God, he'd found them ...
Morgan swore, brutally shoving Carol away as he reached for his rifle, but the powerfully leaping beast was on top of the big man before he could make any meaningful effort to protect himself! Then, Caesar stepped aside to give the cringing brute-man over to the gleaming fangs of his massive, wolfish companion!
The huge German Shepherd paid little attention to the naked teenagers who were frantically yelling as they stumbled to their feet and ran toward the cave entrance! Nor did he yet look to the pair of young nakedly stripped wives who had crawled toward each other and were huddled together in a trembling embrace! Not until the big Chief of Police ceased his helplessly gurgling struggles, did Caesar utter a restraining growl at his wolf-like companion, the latter backing away from the unmoving, prostrate body of the dead man. Then, the pack leader turned his massive head to glare at the huddled, shuddering wives.
"Oh, Caesar, Darling ...!" Jean cried, letting free of Carol and starting to crawl toward her animal-lover.
"Wait, Jean look at him!" Carol exclaimed, as the mighty animal retreated several steps with a ferocious show of bared teeth.
"M-My God ...!" the naked blonde wife exclaimed, her lovely mouth dropping open in surprised shock at the unfriendly sight. "Wh-What is it, Darling! Oh Caesar ... please ...?"
Again she started forward and stopped at his warning growl, the raging flame in his glowing, amberish eyes undeniable!
"Something's wrong, Jean!" Carol gasped. "Look at his eyes!"
"I-I know ... almost as if he were filled with hatred ... for us ...!" the young blonde wife incredulously choked. "B-But why? He ... he must know we couldn't help what they were doing to us ... doesn't he ...?"
"God almighty!" Carol hissed. "I don't know, Jean ... I don't know! L-Let's try to put our clothes on. M-Maybe, he'll calm down by then ..."
It was the supple brunette's first naked move toward her things that raised the next warning growl from the huge animal, freezing her into motionlessness. A second growl to the grey, wolfish beast brought the latter up behind Carol, while Caesar did the same to Jean, both animals nudging their wet noses against the girl's naked backs until the pair of young wives climbed unsteadily onto their feet. Then, Caesar moved in front of them to lead the way, while the grey one remained behind them.
"He-He wants us to follow him!" Jean reasoned, looking toward her friend.
"W-Without our clothes?" Carol questioned, a little tremor of fear rippling over her as the wolfish beast behind them gave off a menacing growl.
Jean caught hold of her naked friend's hand, persuasively tugging it as she began to move forward, confident that her animal-lover would never, never harm her, no matter what. "Come on, Carol. It's what he wants us to do ... follow him. Come on ...!"
"Oh ... oh God!" the willowy brunette shivered, seeing for the first time the small-mouthed opening off the main cave that Caesar was moving toward. "Good Lord, Jean! Wh-Where is he taking us ... and why, without our clothes ...?"
* * *
What skill Mark Blakely had in wild country had been taught him by his dead father. All the same, he thought, as he angrily berated Link Morgan to himself, any boy-scout could have seen where the Police Chief had left the others and headed toward the ravine that eventually led to Red-Heart Hill ... the very area the big man suggested they by-pass! Why ...?
Christ! Was it possible? An ambush, maybe? Hell, he'd shamed him before his friends, just as his father had ... but even a cut-throat of Morgan's caliber wasn't so stupid as to think he could get away with a second time ... was he ...? Yeah ... he'd been that raging mad back at the Inn ... still it hardly seemed feasible ...
"What do you think he's up to, Mark?" Steve questioned from a few yards behind. "Frankly, I don't like it! That bastard would kill you as quick as he'd buy you a drink!"
"Quicker, maybe," Mark replied, his keen eyes ever alert to the vantage points above and ahead of them. "Better keep your rifle handy. It pays in this country."
"Shit, I don't know anything about this damned thing," the red-bearded writer said, looking down at the weapon cradled in his crooked arm, as if it were some frightening thing that might explode all by itself any second. "I'd be better off with a sling-shot."
Mark quietly laughed, welcoming the tension-breaking remark. "All the same, buddy, better keep it handy," he advised as something ahead moved, catching his keen eye. "Wait!" he hissed, reining up.
"What is it?" Steve half-whispered.
"Not sure ... but it looks like a horse ... Morgan's horse!" Mark said. "Come on! Let's take a look!"
It took Mark only a matter of a minute or better to determine that the animal was, in fact, the Police Chief's mount, and a quick examination of the saddle-bag produced the broken-down rifle, an uneasy feeling squirming through him at the find ...
"Look here, Mark! Foot-prints digging into the bank and going upward!" Steve called. "At least, that's what they look like to me ..."
The young deputy sheriff went over to examine them. No question but what they were footprints, all right ... but those of more than one person ... more like three ...!
"What do you make of it?" the writer questioned.
"Let's go up and find out," Mark replied. "This is the back-end of Red-Heart, and hollowed out with a maze of caves and tunnels, one leading into another! Used to fool around here when I was a kid. You know ... I figured this to be a perfect place for the wild-pack to hole-up right from the beginning ... Better keep that rifle ready, Steve. Do the best you can with it, and stay close. Unless I miss my guess, there's a cave entrance right up there ...!"
Steve couldn't resist hauling out paper and pencil and making a few fast notes before following his friend, clawing his way up the steep embankment. Shit, the young writer thought, the situations he got himself into just to get a story ...
"I was right!" Mark hissed back at him. "There's a cave here. Move as quietly as you can and don't talk once we're inside. The sound reverberates!"
Steve nodded, clumsily fumbling with the rifle as Mark reached out and hauled him upright onto the narrow ledge. Then, with a finger-over-lips gesture, the deputy moved inside, almost immediately stopping and lifting his nose in the air. Steve did the same ... Christ, there was no question! Pot! He'd smelled enough of it to know that odor anywhere ...!
Mark was silently pointing toward what looked like flickering light around the bend ahead, and his friend nodded, a sensation of excitement rippling through him. Fuck! What a story this was going to make ...!
To the young deputy sheriff moving in trained stealth, the entire picture had taken on a specific meaning, having to do with the drug situation Crescent Valley had been confronted with for too long! But as he rounded the arch in the cave where the illumination and heavier marijuana smoke were coming from, his rifle at ready, he was totally unprepared for the sight he saw!
"Christ almighty!" he choked out at the lifeless form of Link Morgan sprawled on the earthen floor! Quickly he moved forward, dropping to his knees to listen at the big man's stilled chest!
"W-Well?" Steve managed. "Is he ...?"
Mark let off a heavy sigh. Then, he nodded. "He is, all right ... and you can see how ... his throat!"
"Goddamn!" Steve blurted, moving closer, completely ignoring what the deputy was looking at ... Morgan's genitals totally exposed from his open pants-front but unharmed. "The wild-pack, Mark? Did they do it, you think ...?"
"I-I don't know what to think!" the young deputy sheriff answered as Steve turned to see him on his haunches amongst the three soiled mattresses, examining what looked like clothing ... woman's clothing! "These ... these look like ... but, but they can't be, of course ...!"
Steve had already squatted beside his friend, staring at a white blouse with sun-flower designs ... the exact replica of one he had paid a seamstress to make for Carol on her birthday! Hesitantly, he picked it up, examining it closer. Suddenly, he blurted: "This is Carol's! Shit, Mark! No question! This is Carol's blouse!"
"God almighty!" Mark choked. "I thought these things looked like Jean's ... and if you're sure that's Carol's, there's no question ...!"
"Christ, Mark! What's going on? Morgan dead, his throat ripped out, the girls' clothes ...?" the red-bearded writer gasped, clutching the deputy's tensed arm.
"I-I don't know, Steve ... but we better find out in a hurry!" Mark said, bolting to his feet. "Whatever it is, the girls are involved ... and so, I'm afraid, is that goddamned Caesar and his wild pack ...!"
Chapter 9
Jean had no way of knowing how far they had nakedly followed her animal-lover along the darkened tunnels, turn-offs, and ever-climbing way! Nor did she have any idea in God's world where he was leading them, but she would have followed him, regardless. Several times, in the near-ink darkness, she stumbled, once falling onto her knees, Carol, close behind her, helping her to her feet again.
"Oh God, Jean! Where are they taking us ...?"
"It'll be all right, Darling! Don't be afraid!" Jean, with certainty, reassured her friend. "Don't be afraid! Remember ... it's Caesar, Darling ...!"
From the onset of their forced trek, the willowy brunette had not been that confident! The expression on the mighty animal's wild face had been nothing short of rage! Why, she couldn't imagine ... except, after all, he was but a ferocious beast ...!
Simultaneously fighting the urge to believe differently, Jean, herself, couldn't help but question her lover's viciously revealed attitude! As she stumbled along behind him in her trembling nakedness, a myriad of thoughts raced through her still-drugged brain! It was inconceivable to think that he mistrusted her ... yet ...? Had ... had he somehow reasoned that she and Carol had led Morgan there ... the boys, too, perhaps ...? And then, came the realization that he would know of the hunting posse! Did he believe she had led them, too? Oh God ...!
It was then, that they suddenly moved into a lightened place with the brilliant day-ending sunshine showering down upon them, the very clouds and sky openly visible! But more awesome to Jean, was the sight of dogs everywhere! They lay in repose, the bitches suckling their pups, the males moving furtively, a series of growls filling the little arena as they entered what looked like a great sanded pit in the center of the clearing!
"My God, Jean ... where are we?" Carol choked, again grasping at the other's hand. "L-Look at these brutes! D-Do you suppose if we screamed ...!"
"Don't make a sound!" Jean commanded, harshly clutching at her naked friend's hand. "I don't know what's happening ... but there's a reason ... I'm sure there is ...!" she insisted, watching her animal-lover with the golden medallion climb onto a kingly place overlooking all, then raise his huge head to utter a growl of meaning!
Jean looked around her to see several things happening at that moment. Certain male animals went back into the cave mouth from which they'd come. Others climbed upward onto vantage points. But what made her blood cool in her veins was the unmistakable jealous expressions in the watching eyes of the bitches who lay with their young, indisputable resentment clouding their canine glares. She sensed her own small hand gripping tighter to Carol's!
"I-I'm scared, Jean ... scared as hell!" the naked, willowy brunette tremblingly whispered. "It's weird ... like some insane dream! Wh-What's going to happen ...?"
In all truth, Jean had lost a great deal of her own cool somewhere along the way; yet, she refused to let herself believe that her beautiful animal-lover would forsake her, even if he did think, wrongly, that she had led his enemy there! He loved her, as she loved him, and as trite as it was, love triumphed over all! She'd learned that as just a little girl ...
The growl of Caesar, himself, set her on the extreme alert. It was a different sound, almost regal, and given from where he lay above all the others in the natural arena. While Carol backed up to her, their naked buttocks touching, Jean saw the several male dogs move from their resting-place and hop down into the pit with them! Before her, there were three, and at least as many had descended behind her, confronting Carol!
They were wild-appearing beasts, dogs, yes, but with obvious strains of timber wolf blood also racing through them! The grey one, the wolfish dog, stood before her, licking his vicious mouth! And ... and then, it struck her! Caesar was punishing her ... them, for whatever reason his uncanny brain had conceived, but he was wrong! Dear God ... they hadn't betrayed him ... only tried to help him! Oohhh ... he didn't understand ... and there was no way she could make him realize ...!
"Jean ... Jean ...!" Carol cried as the other suddenly ran over to drop onto her knees before where the massive Caesar had perched himself! "God almighty, don't leave me ...?"
Please ... please, Caesar, try to understand?" Jean begged, looking upward at him through glazed blue eyes. "We only tried to help, Darling! We came to warn you ...!"
When she saw that her pleas to the medallioned German Shepherd were useless, a wailing little whimper tumbled from Jean's lips, and as she turned to look toward Carol that desperate whine increased. The wolf, and that he was, caused her to cringe in building terror! Babbling, she quickly shied back toward the brunette who was now on her hands and knees, sobbing brokenly as three of the massive brutes closed in around her helpless, naked friend ... while the wolf moved ever toward her!
"Oh God ... oh God ...!" the pony-tailed, blonde wife choked, abruptly aware that two of the dogs were like guards, each moving to either side of her, as if assuring that she would remain in her all-fours kneeling position, while the huge wolf eased around behind her! No longer was there any doubt in her dazed, fear-filled mind what was going to happen to her ... and had there been, the sight of Carol in her vulnerable, white nakedness being treated the same way would have removed them! She saw the big, shaggy animal that suddenly mounted the lithesome girl's defenseless, softly rounded buttocks from behind, the wild brute's length of thick, wetly glistening hardness slipping forth from its heavy sheath like a menacing, scarlet spear!
"Oh! Oh, God almighty, Jean! Ooohhhh ...!" the trapped blonde wife heard her friend's cry of despair, and she looked to Caesar one last time, but knew it was hopeless! The wolf growled viciously from behind her, its meaning as clear to her as if the beast had commanded in her own tongue! She had been subjected to this before, but always by her handsome Caesar! Now, only debased shame filled her as she obediently spread her trembling, full thighs wide, thrusting her nakedly unprotected buttocks back and upward to completely expose her moistly cringing cunt mouth for the animal's raping use!
A forsaken moan bubbled in Jean's throat as suddenly she felt the wolf's searing tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the smooth, lewdly presented crevice surrounding her tiny anal lips, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy ring of it. She uncontrollably pulled her arched hips and obscenely poised buttocks away at the degrading licking, then heard the wild brute's responsive growl. A shudder passed over her as she realized she must remain still and shamefully give herself to the beast ... that it was what Caesar was demanding ...!
Again, the long, hot length of wet animal-flesh grazed the baby-like mouth of her inwardly flexing rectum before starting to lap greedily at the openly revealed inner-flesh of her vagina. Unceasingly, it licked up through the entire area of her nakedly presented genitals, from her tightly puckered little anus to the fearfully flushed lips of her hotly simmering pussy, finally reaching the tiny quivering bud of her erect clitoris! His thick, burning tongue began to splay mercilessly through her helpless, passion-mounting cunt, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl deeply up into her dilating vaginal channel!
Even in her heart-broken humiliation, Jean couldn't ignore the quickly aroused sensations of desire the wolf's relentlessly probing tongue in the moistened canal of her pussy was exploding in her soft belly and weirdly excited young loins. Carol's half-scream did little more than penetrate the wall of seething urge claiming her, and she looked back just as the huge grey brute mounted her from behind! His powerful forepaws clutched at the tender white flesh of her curved hips, his wet tongue hanging loosely from his fierce, open mouth!
It was a mixture of crushed love, shameful subjugation, and unrestrainable growing lust that filled Jean as she felt the wet, beveled tip of his long, thick hardness probing at the moistened mouth of her tremoring vagina! Again, she stared pleadingly up at the regal Caesar, but at that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away! She gasped out, her breath eluding her, as the huge length of blood-filled animal-cock thundered up into and filled her cuntal passage like a charging, white-hot lance!
From that moment, Jean hardly knew any physical pain, only the mental agony that the loss of her Caesar's love and the still strongly working effects of the marijuana had despairingly brought. Then, even that began to dilute as she sensed the texture of the muscular animal's sleek coat brushing teasingly against the spread, smooth mounds of her naked, upthrusting buttocks! Her breathing quickened as she dropped her face and vibrant, nipple-hardened breasts until they were scraping and groveling against the sand beneath her!
"Ooohhh ... ooohh ... Godddd ... yessss! F-Fuck me ... fuck me hard ...!" she lustfully hissed with trembling whisper, twisting her sand-smeared face to gape back at the huge wolf fucking into her from behind ...!
Abruptly, no less enthralled, was Carol Foster in her obscenely naked, all-foured position, bent slave-like before the huge shaggy beast that was savagely fucking into her like a pile-driver from its lewd, mounting stance! The nearly choked horror she had first known, she luridly reasoned, had been pulverized in her trembling belly by the wild dog's heavily fucking cock, pistoning with unbelievable ferocity up into the wide-stretched channel of her hotly steaming cunt!
Her breath had been utterly whipped away at the shaggy animal's initial, terrifying thrust, along with all thoughts that such a bestial obscenity could be happening to her! Though her association with Caesar that one time had been with her mouth, she had seen Jean being fucked by the mighty German Shepherd and had secretly longed for his lengthy, thick hardness plunging into her, but she had never conceived in her wildest imagination that another beast could ever bring her such all-consuming pleasure!
God almighty! No man had ever filled her with such overwhelming sensations! She exploded a sensual moan of pyramiding passion from her lust-moistened lips as she undulated her naked buttocks backwards with rhythmic gyrations to meet the animal's ravaging thrusts! She sensed her loosely dangling young titties rippling and swaying below her chest with each jar from his brutal plunges up into her, his heavy, animal-cum-filled balls slapping and taunting the erect, bud-like plexus of her quivering clitoris ...!
The absolutely obscene spectacle of Carol being so brutally fucked by the shaggy beast humping into her from behind, was increasing Jean's overwhelming lust a hundred fold! She watched in salacious fascination, while the burning, thick rod of hardened wolf-cock plunged up into her own belly with wet, ferocious charges, scoring its way to the very hilt in her now hungrily clutching vagina, the animal's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swinging wildly beneath her golden pussy-hair! At the same time, she could see her girl friend Carol's, openly splayed cuntal flesh wetly clinging to the shaggy animal's huge, scarlet hardness when it pulled out of her, then vanishing back up inside again with each thrusting impalement, the dog's bloated black testicles echoing solidly between the spread-open lips of her undulating cunt in a heavily smacking clitoral abuse!
Oh God! The signal flashed through Jean's erotically inflamed young body! She ... she was going to cum ...! Carol suddenly wailed out at that moment, her nakedly writhing curves beginning a series of lewd spasms that Jean immediately recognized! She, too, was climaxing, along with the shaggy brute fucking savagely into the hot liquid hole back between the slave-bent brunette's convulsively working buttocks!
Again, Carol cried out ... and then the shaggy brute backed off of her, his deflating animal penis slipping uselessly from her wetly saturated loins, one of the other two wild-dogs quickly mounting her in the shaggy one's place ...! Jean tried to fathom the meaning behind the frightening animal-relay, but her own intensive moment was blinding her! It screamed through her fired loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, gnawing at the base of her heatedly quivering belly with the promise of ecstatic rapture! She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her peaking, sensual bliss, imagining erotically how the wolf's long, thick cock must look disappearing up between the yielding whiteness of her helplessly quaking buttocks, his furious ravaging tempoed in quickened animal-time!
The first spasm of orgasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her obscenely laboring ass-cheeks back hard against the fulfilling wolf-cock in desperate, frantic lunges! In response, the huge beast thrust forward with a growl, his massive hardness beginning to squirt out its animal jism deep up into her hotly constricting belly in long, blissfully scalding spurts! She uncontrollably tossed her head from side to side in her dynamic release, feeling the combination of human-animal cum thickly oozing from her tightly clenching cuntal mouth, thin rivulets of the hot, sticky fluid trickling down the smoothly trembling columns of her soft inner thighs ...!
Then, he was gone and new, powerful forelegs were laying claim to the smooth sensitive flesh of her naked hips, a fresh, burning rod of long, thick hardness soaring brutally up into her still greedily spasming pussy-hole! Desperately, Jean raised her imploring eyes to the regally watching German Shepherd, but in his animal face she saw no respite! God ... he was going to punish them beyond all human endurance ...!
Chapter 10
Had Steve Foster paid stricter attention to his warning that the slightest sounds reverberated throughout the rocked-wall tunnels, Mark reasoned, they might have had a chance! But maybe that was far-fetched thinking, too! The half-dozen vicious animals would undoubtedly have picked up their scent long before he or his friend could have known of their presence! Anyway, it hardly made a damn bit of difference now!
All six of the wild brutes had jumped them at once, knocking them to the earthen floor in the darkness, their rifles thrown from their grasps with the jolt of the surprise attack! Mark had tried to get out his pistol, but in the darkness he'd had no idea where Steve was, and then one of the bastards had clamped onto his wrist with bone-breaking jaws, forcing him to drop the weapon. Fortunately, the heavy cuff of his uniform shirt had saved his wrist from being mangled, but though they hadn't torn them to pieces as he'd immediately expected, it was horribly evident to the young deputy sheriff that it would undoubtedly be their fate!
The surprising part of it was that they were still alive and apparently being escorted like prisoners through the labyrinth to some specific place, the goddamned vicious beasts completely surrounding them as they stumbled on in the darkness!
"Christ, Mark, where the hell are they taking us!" Steve's remarkably steady voice reached him.
"Probably to the German Shepherd ... at least, I hope so!" Mark answered, trying to keep his own voice level. "If the girls are involved in this goddamned horror, they're probably with him!"
"Sonofabitch ... why? How did they get here ...?" Steve choked, his tone thickening.
"Steady, boy!" Mark encouraged. "Let's try to keep our wits ... Look! Light ahead ... daylight ...!"
"Yeah ... and it looks like that's where we're going ...!"
If either husband had been unprepared for the sight they had stumbled onto in finding Link Morgan's mauled body, they were caught totally unaware by the shockingly obscene performance taking place in the pit-like arena! Mark heard Steve's gasp of incredulity, his own brain reeling with the unbelievable sight of their wives nakedly groveling like bitch-animals before the pair of huge, handsomely healthy beasts lewdly mounting and fucking into them from behind!
"Oh ... oh Jesus Christ!" Steve roared, with all intentions of charging the obscenely lewd circus of raw animal lust and killing, or being killed!
Though equally horrified and enraged, Mark quickly realized the futility of such a senseless move, grabbing his friend's arm in strong hands! "Don't be a fool, Steve! You're not going to help 'em that way! These wild bastards would rip you apart before you ever got to them!" Mark pointed. "Up there! That's Caesar ... just waiting for you to rush out there so he would have an excuse for ripping your throat open like they did to Link Morgan!"
"B-But, my God almighty!" Steve blurted. "Those sonsofabitches are raping the shit out of the poor girls! Look at them ...!"
Mark did and had been, and there was damned little doubt but what his red-bearded friend was almost accurate ... except that the young deputy had witnessed a similar outrage before! What Steve hadn't yet recognized was the lewdly resigned acceptance their wives were showing to their beastial defilement ... which was maybe, just as well!
Christ, there was no question to Mark but that both of them had already been sensually driven to the basest of emotions, their submissively positioned, naked white bodies wildly writhing and squirming in convulsive motions back onto the long, thick animal-cocks fucking into them from behind! He gaped at his whimpering Jeannie through helpless tear-dimming eyes, the sight of her being rapingly plundered by what had to be a grey wolf, while two other huge dogs stood by and waited their turns with dripping tongues hanging from open jaws, enough to turn him inside out! Yet, as loathsomely repugnant as the obscene spectacle was, he still had presence of mind enough to wonder why Caesar wasn't claiming his share of the pussy as leader! Instead, the handsome, medallioned bastard was doing little more than a truly majestic, Caesar of his Roman namesake! Like some weird, mythical monarch, the massive animal lay on his kingly perch watching the lurid orgy below, while his pack, both bitches with pups, and males, presented an animal-replica of a Roman coliseum audience being abhorrently entertained by captive women prisoners!
The glaring, fire-like gleam in the wild German Shepherd's amberish eyes spelled a rage Mark had not read there the night he had ... had actually shared his wife Jeannie, with the brute! There had been anger in them that unforgettable night, but toward him, her husband, a jealous fire that he'd quickly seen; yet, the flame burning in them at that moment as he watched Jean being fucked by the members of his pack like one of their own bitches before him was directed at her alone! Why? What had happened ...?
"Oh shit, Mark ... Carol ... my wife ... you see, she's cumming ... look at her ass-cheeks quiver!" Steve feebly whimpered. "Christ almighty, I can't stand it! The look on her face ... she's actually going out of her mind ...!"
Mark had not let free of his friend, fearing the picture in its exactness was bound to sooner or later penetrate, and once again he held fast to the writer's arm. "Hold on, buddy ... for Christ sake! Don't make some stupid move! Look around you! Those bitch dogs are jealous as hell and are just waiting for the slightest reason to get at the girls, and any commotion might give it to them! Look at the hate burning in their eyes! Now freeze, will you? It's our only hope of getting them out of here alive ...!"
"B-But fuck look ...!" Steve choked as Mark saw it, too. "Another one of the bastards is climbing on to fuck her! Shit ...! Look ... see it? There goes his cock right up into her cunt ...!"
Mark did see it, as well as the expression of unwanted surprise on the lithesome brunette's open-mouthed face; but it was his own wife's wanton actions beneath the hammering wolf that riveted his attention! He gaped at her obscenely upturned buttocks dancing in white, lustful fury on the length of wolf-cock fucking into her, their lusciously rounded young mounds rippling and quivering before the wild beast's savage thrusts! Her soft belly contracted in her slavish position, her lovely head flailing in pony-tailed ecstasy as the heavily fucking wolf began to shoot out his cum deep up into her hotly clutching pussy! Shit ... he couldn't help the unwanted hardening of his own cock he felt in the front of his pants! Goddamn, he was little more than an animal himself ... getting a hard-on at a time like this ...!
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From his place of leadership, Caesar watched in gradual, diminishing rage all that was transpiring before him. Though his golden-haired-one, he intuitively knew, was submitting herself to the chastisement he had demanded, he could not help but determine that he had been too severe! Even so, he was aware that he could never claim her in mating again! Such were the instinctive laws of the pack! His mates were untouchable, and once given to the other males, became their own bitches to use as they saw fit!
He whimpered within his powerful body, automatically licking at his ferocious jaws as he watched the second, and then the third pack-member mount her in succession. Several times, she looked up pleadingly at him, but that was before the series of natural releases began to spasmodically sweep over her. Again and again, he watched her naked white beauty grovel and spasm in the sand of the pit, knowing in his heart she was feeling the wild sensations that made all that was, teem with life! He looked to her human-mate, wondering if he, too, knew. Like the one beside him with the red-hair on his face, he stood unmoving, yet staring, at last realizing the power of Caesar, knowing that to confront it would mean death, just as the brute-man had died in the other cave such a short time ago ...!
And with that, the massive German Shepherd sensed his mission there was done. The brute-man was dead! Yet ... yet ... with the golden-haired-one, he could not rid himself of the warm feelings she had brought him, and as several more males leaped down into the pit for their turn at her subserviently kneeling body, he growled his command to cease! It was done ... time to bring their punishment to an end with one final unification!
He saw then that the fiery-eyed one had pitched forward into temporary senselessness and ordered the pack away from her so that he of the red-hair could go to her. Rising to his feet, he signaled that the golden-one's human mate be brought into the arena and made to uncover, while with a second order, he singled out the Shepherd which was one of his own offsprings! The finale was now at hand ...!
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When Carol slumped forward onto her face, Mark had all he could do to restrain Steve from trying to get to her, to say nothing of keeping his own self under control! But then, Caesar had growled out some goddamned command and one of the brutes guarding them had nudged Steve forward toward where Carol nakedly lay in an obvious faint!
The young deputy sheriff hardly had time to watch his friend, or to see what the wild animals were going to let him do for her! Almost instantly, two of the beasts were roughly nudging him toward where Jean was still bent slavishly before a vicious animal fucking furiously into her! The absolutely obscene spectacle of the ugly dog's huge, hard animal-cock savagely slithering in and out of the pink sperm-glistening flesh up between her whitely upturned buttocks, caused his own swollen hardness to jerk involuntarily in his pants! Christ, her whole smooth-fleshed body was gleaming with perspiration, soft and clinging to it in patches, her full, half-buried young breasts still resiliently quivering from every battering stroke the fucking brute hammered up into her ...!
What the hell ... the two wild dogs guarding him had begun to pull at his clothes with their bared fangs ...! Shit! They wanted him to undress! Jesus Christ ... what lurid act had that German Shepherd bastard conceived in his weird brain now ...?
Jean had forfeited every measure of human control she'd ever possessed! How many of the wild dogs had mounted her one after the other, fucking their rock-hardened animal-cocks into the seething, liquid hole of her cum-flooded cunt, she had lost track! Time and time again, she had climaxed, her nakedly exposed loins a frenzy of continuous, mind-shattering sensations, her brain deliriously whirling from the intense strain to her nervous system! Carol's presence and subjugation in the very same sanded ring was no longer a registering factor, nor was the circle of watching animals! Only her Caesar, who was punishing her beyond all belief, could she dazedly perceive among the silent, brutal audience! Unintelligible whimpers and babblings of lewd passion and ecstatic delight tumbled from her slackened lips as the unceasing rape of her screaming, but strangely welcoming loins went endlessly on!
A thousand times, it seemed to her, that she had looked beggingly up at her forsaking lover, only to see the vindictiveness still burning in his wild, amberish eyes. No longer did she even notice the presence of different, strong forepaws as they came and went, clutching tightly at her naked, defenseless hips and thrusting their animal cocks of driving hardness deep up into the flaming, wet depths of her incessantly spasming belly! In her nearly detached mental state, only the oppressive heartbreak of Caesar's lost love mattered, and though she might well go mad from the sensually carnal torment he was forcing upon her, she knew she would readily accept it to win back his love ...!
Abruptly, a pause in the perpetual line of wild-animal rapists behind her caused the naked young wife to raise her pony-tailed, blonde head to Caesar once more! Through glazed eyes, she saw that the terrible wrath had lessened on his handsome, canine face ... and then, he growled a deep-throated, meaningful sound that was answered by another dog to her rear! From her still, obscenely debased position, Jean started to look back, and it was then that she saw Mark beside her! He ... he was stripped naked and ... and dear God ... his own long, thick penis was swollen rigidly in erection!
"M-Mark ... oh, darling ... how what ...?" she stammered, gaping in utter confusion at the almost unbelievable presence of her young husband, whom two of the wild pack were forcing down into the sand beside her!
Mark saw the tears immediately dampening her glazed blue eyes as the pair of dogs made him know that they wanted him on his back and he complied, at the same time trying to talk to her! "Don't break down now, Baby!" he encouraged reaching over to take her small hand inside of his. "I don't know what that German Shepherd sonofabitch wants, but whatever it is, let's try to give it to him ... and get out of this alive! A-Are you with me?"
"Oh ... oh God, yes Mark darling ... whatever you say!" Jean whimperingly managed, suddenly aware that the two animals were nudging her toward her husband's stretched-out nakedness ...!
"I'm not much on dog-meaning, Honey, but unless I miss my guess, they want you to straddle me in the wife-above position," Mark said with a little heartening smile, somehow hoping to buoy up her courage as well as his own. "Christ ... can you take anymore after ... after what you've been through ...?"
His compassionate words immediately reached to Jean's very soul, and as she spread her trembling sperm-dampened thighs and climbed astride his hips, she bent down to hungrily kiss his handsome mouth. "Oh ... I love you, Mark! I can take you anytime, Darling ... anytime!" she hotly whispered, clutching his stone-hard cock in tiny curling fingers!
Mark couldn't help his releasing gasp of breath to her soft hand's gentle grasp. He reached up to cup the pair of full thrusting mounds her firm, pink-nippled breasts made as she placed his cock's turgid throbbing head to the mouth of her hot, wetly flooded pussy and effortlessly slithered the slickly lubricated walls down onto it, consuming his long, thick hardness all the way down to the depths of his bloating balls!
The young deputy's brain spun to the searing liquid flesh of his young wife's hungrily clasping vagina, even as the lewd act they were being forced to perform before an uncanny wild beast and his raping pack, sought reasoning in the midst of unbelievable madness ...!
To Jean, the absorbing of her young husband's hot male hardness up into the boiling channel of her intensively churning loins after what she had already endured, was causing wild, feverish sensations of joy to sweep through her! It was as if she had been totally exonerated from Caesar's revenge and forgiven by all. She sensually began to raise and lower her hotly clutching pussy on Mark's long, thick cock, waves of loving warmth sweeping through her naked, electrified body, while she looked up at her standing, animal-lover with an expression of gratification lighting her face ...!
But it was a short-lived expression! The massive animal made one of his guttural, meaningful sounds and once again she heard it answered from behind her! Responsively, she twisted to see a young German Shepherd ... a beautiful animal with amberish-hued eyes that might have been stolen from her Caesar's own head! Even as she stared at the fiercely noble young brute, he moved in between Mark's spread legs toward her nakedly exposed buttocks in the pattern that had been set by those that had already fucked her tonight!
"Oh ... oh God, Mark! What ... what's he going to do ...?" she shudderingly whimpered down at her husband's ever slackening face.
"Easy ... easy, Baby ...! Don't lose your control now!" Mark choked, unable to keep from thrusting his tingling, hard cock upward into her now hesitantly working loins! "J-Just don't panic ... keep f-fucking ... y-yeah ... like that, Doll ... don't be afraid ...!"
God ... she would not have been afraid if her husband's huge rod of hardened flesh wasn't filling her hotly simmering channel to capacity, Jean apprehensively reasoned ...! And now, she felt the young, wild beast's cold, wet nose between the lewdly spread mounds of her vulnerably upraised buttocks, his scorching tongue making sensual contact with the forbidden hole of her tiny puckered anus! It began to lick up and down the smooth, unprotected crevice, while her husband beneath fell into an upthrusting cadence with his rhythmically impaling cock!
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh Mark!" Jean shiveringly groaned to the strapping German Shepherd's tongue licking wetly once more at the tiny lips of her helplessly cringing rectum, its hot tip curlingly attempting to worm its way beyond the sensitive, baby-like mouth! Ooohhh ... she inwardly gasped, to the undeniable, lewd pleasure his licking of the tiny orifice was bringing her as Mark uncontrollably fucked his hugely hardened cock up into the animal-cum drenched walls of her frenzy-filled cunt.
Her sensually taxed, naked young body convulsively spasmed to the added arousal of their lewdly grinding coupling! Her legs and belly quivered, revived, shrill gasps of lust-infused delight squealing from her slender throat! The young brute mounted her then, and she strained to look back in confused passion! God, Mark was fucking into her, completely filling her belly! Wh-What did he, this beautiful young dog, expect ...? She saw and felt him gripping with his paws at the rounded white curve of her naked hips, the unveiling bevel-tipped length of his youthfully thick cock slipping obscenely from its concealing sheath! Dear God ... it was like Caesar's own ... a-a pointed arrow of gradually thickening, hardened flesh that seemed to have no ending to it! In wanton fascination, she stared, watching it continue to grow out of the protective covering, the handsome, young animal's virile black balls bloating with his animal-semen in front of her eyes! Oh ... oh God, he was so beautiful ... so much like her darling, Caesar ...!
Jean's entire naked body ripplingly quivered in its straddling position above her husband's belly-impaling loins! Her brain swam in its vortex of lust! There was no self-pretense any longer! The powerful young dog intended to force his long, thick cock up inside her rectum! There was not the least doubt, with the manner its hardened, wet point was probing along the wide-spread crevice separating the openly exposed mounds of her buttocks! Oh God! He ... he intended to sodomize her ...!
"Oh ... oh God, Mark ... Mark ...!" she choked, the full meaning behind the huge, young animal's eagerly obscene goal sending breathless gasps of anxiety surging through her! Had there only been the youthful Shepherd alone, that might be one thing, but with Mark's huge length of hardened male cock flesh filling her cuntal passage at the same time ... my God! "Mark ... Mark ...! He's going to shove it right up my ass!" she pathetically whined down at her perspiring husband clutching tightly at her waist, while he drove his rigidly pulsating cock forcefully up into her, it's bloated, rubbery head expounding the breaths from her with every upthrusting plunge into her softly giving belly!
"J-Just hold tight, Baby ... don't panic! It'll be all right!" Mark gurgled from beneath her, his hips beginning to work as if jet-propelled! "Fuck ... just f-fuck, Darling ... d-don't be afraid ...?"
The uselessness of looking to him for help needed no further personification in Jean's frantically, fired mind! His own lustful desires had temporarily blinded him to all else, and God knows, she could understand that! But ... but ... no one ... nothing had ever entered her back there in the tiny forbidden channel of her rectum! The thought alone was enough to make her whimper out, and she did, looking up at Caesar once more with pleading eyes!
"Oh ... oh no, Darling ... please, don't let him!" she begged. "Oh please ... pleassseee ...?"
Before she could even read the answer on his animal-face, she groaned and clenched tight her sphincter muscles, dropping her head as she tried to struggle against the wetly beveled tip of the young dog's cock worming hotly now between the outer lips of her tiny, cringing ass-hole!
It happened then, her fruitless rectal resistance like a flimsy dam before a wild torrential deluge! Intensely, she sensed the tapered length of his huge hardness moistly popping up inside and penetrating the tiny, mercilessly stretching hole of her ass as if she were inviting him into her there! Slowly, the stiffened, scalding spear of young animal-flesh wormed deeper up into her virginal rectum, ever-expanding the vainly clutching lips as she gasped and whimpered beneath the unnatural, beastial intrusion into the hot, rubbery depths of her defenseless back-passage ...!
"Aaauuugghhhh!" Jean grunted out helplessly, her pony-tailed head flailing to the vicious shock of stabbing pain screeching back through her wide-split young buttock cheeks! With a responsive, wrenching lurch, she desperately tried to shake the impaling lance of hotly searing dog-flesh from her inhumanly pierced rectum, but her husband's lustfully clutching hands at her waist made it impossible! As she grunted and strained to rid her horribly expanding ass hole of the agonizing intrusion, the young brute's fierce growl filled her ears! His strong, hairy forepaws clutched ingrainedly at her now mottled, naked hips, then he whirled triumphantly aloud and began to furiously fuck up into her now forever stretched nether-channel from behind!
Along with her own pained babbling from the dual ravagement of her helpless loins, Jean heard both Mark's lustful moans and the young Shepherd's deep-chested whimpers as they both humped with unmerciful rhythm up into the intimate confines of her obscenely stretched, genital passages! Only the erotic fire that her husband's long incessantly plunging cock had fed into the liquid core of her heavily perspiring body, made the torment bearable! Gradually, the pain began to lessen, though it was still a hurtful mixture of misery and weird stimulation! She felt saturated with wetness over the entire area of her nakedly defenseless buttocks and loins, a new debased shame sweeping through her at the lewd, obscene thought of being sodomized from behind by a wild untamed dog, while her own young husband heedlessly fucked up into her from below at the same time!
But there was little time to think with the skin-splitting thrusts joltingly charging up into her lewdly stretched rectal channel, while Mark's thick, pulsating cock brushed seethingly at the underside of her desperately churning belly! Maddeningly, she hung on a plateau of sensual pain-pleasure! She felt the powerful young dog's cone-shaped penis bursting rapidly up into her deeper depths pushing the spongy, resilient flesh of her rectum before it, and plunging all the way up to the hotly constricting opening of her very bowels! Unceasingly, it ground into the softness between her upturned buttocks, his bloated young animal-balls slapping hard against the flushed, cock-stuffed lips of her cunt below! Her belly and loins were absolutely filled to the hilt on blood-swollen cock, masochistic sensations at the thought beginning to ripple masochistically through her!
Uncheckable moans and whimpers passionately tumbled from Jean's lips as she tried to move with their man-animal rhythm. Dear God, she had never been so completely and thoroughly fucked in her young life! She wished there was some way she could look back between her open legs and watch their beautifully huge cocks disappearing inside her wetly swallowing holes, but she could only mentally visualize, and the mere thought of their luridly unnatural coupling flashed erotically driven sensations through her nakedly slaving young body: She saw her hanging, full breasts dancing beneath her, their tiny hardened nipples occasionally grazing Mark's hair-covered chest, while her own pony-tail bobbed as she tossed her head from side to side. Yes ... yes ... their beautifully fucking cocks were growing ... ever growing inside the seething passages to her belly!
Steve Foster sat in the arena-like pit holding the naked form of his still-spasming wife, Carol, cuddled in his arms, his own cock as hard as a fence-rail as he absently stroked the rounded curve of one of his wife's exposed, white buttocks and stared at the obscene troilism taking place not two yards from them! He'd watched the dogs force Mark into the act, but oddly enough, he thought, it hadn't taken a great deal of persuasion! Christ, maybe they were all just animals at that! He could almost fuck a chicken right now, himself! And Jean, Mark's wife, the voluptuous, sensual little bitch ... she was going right out of her luscious young skull ...!
He couldn't help but stare in licentious fascination, his own aching prick jerking inside his pants beneath Carol's whimpering cuddled nakedness, at Mark's big, thick cock fucking with fury up into the pink wetness of Jean's tightly clinging, blonde-fringed pussy, while the goddamned dog drove in-and-out of her obscenely stretched asshole like a trip-hammer! On his back, Mark looked as if he were about to blow his lid ... lifting right off the ground with his every upthrust, and raising the curvaceous, wide-spread ovals of Jean's vulnerably naked ass up to the in-and-out batterings of the young Caesar-like, German Shepherd! Christ! In-and-out, in-and-out, the relentless animal-cock drubbed ... in and out of her salaciously stretched asshole with savage strokes ... both man and beast finally striking a rhythm that was buffeting her helplessly sandwiched body smoothly between them! Goddamn ... it was just about the lewdest fucking sight he'd ever seen ...!
The red-bearded writer was that close that he could clearly watch the pair of wetly glistening rods racing sleekly into the lovely naked Jean's grotesquely expanded cunt and rectum. The sight of the frayed, pink edges of her inner-cunt being extracted on Mark's heavy-veined cock on the down-stroke, then disappearing back up inside again when he rammed it hard up between her full white thighs, damned near mesmerized him! But even a more lewd spectacle was the young wild dog's thick animal cock wetly sucking back out of her, tugging the tight coral ridges of her hungrily clasping rectal flesh with it, to moistly vanish again when the savage brute lunged back into her ...!
But wait a minute ... what the hell was going to happen now? Goddamn, Caesar had leaped down into the pit ...!
Chapter 11
Jean's first knowledge of Caesar's presence in the circle was when he suddenly appeared before her, his great head level with her own above Mark's face in her naked, straddling position. Before she could even speak, the massive animal moved forward to lick his tongue over her desperately gasping lips, and she sighed, knowing then that he had truly forgiven her!
Almost simultaneously, she saw the scarlet rod of his heavily swollen hardness emerging from its concealing sheath, the mere sight of it so long, thick and familiar, firing a new, more lewdly exciting passion within her! She felt herself voluntarily now squirming back on the young dog's tapered, thick hardness, then downward onto Mark's rigidly pulsating shaft of flesh, increased masochistic feelings of depraved joy boiling in her soft, quivering belly!
Abruptly, Caesar raised up on his hind legs, his forepaws on her shoulders as he moved in closer to her! Wildly, Jean stared down at the wet length of his nakedly jerking penis, unresistingly moving her head forward as she undulated her body obscenely on the huge cocks fucking maddeningly into her! Her brain screamed, her soft buttocks yielding before the young brute's hot, battering body, his virile rod of hardness racing up into the very depths of her feverishly tingling anus, while her churning belly and inflamed cunt quaked and tremored to the mind-shattering fucking Mark was giving her! Eagerly, Jean's small hand reached out and sought the long poling cock before feeling Caesar lurch as she curled her warm fingers around its wet, scarlet thickness; after a moment, she slid her hand back along the hardened rod to circle its base and cup his sperm-bloated, heavy balls!
Yes ... yes ... she was a bitch, her darling Caesar's own bitch, the blonde young wife insanely reasoned, pressing her face closer and opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips! Her blue eyes gleamed as she slipped her wetly ovalled mouth over the hot, beveled tip, working her tiny curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth was filled with the moist sweetness of his animal-cock! Blindly, she locked her avid lips around it, and immediately the upraised Caesar began to obscenely pump his loins forward into her face! She nearly gagged as his long scarlet penis shot back to the back of her throat and then slid down, its entire length almost disappearing between her tightly compressed lips!
Voraciously, Jean began to suck, her lust-glutted mind completely devoid of thought. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head back and forth, her little tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden delights of his warm living penis. Softly, her hand cupped and cradled his heavy, sperm-filled balls, while simultaneously, she thrust her flame-seared genitals back and down in an obscene rhythm onto the ever-growing hardnesses of the savagely plundering cocks totally cramming her stretched channels ...!
Mark had long since lost any measure of restraint he had once so proudly thought he possessed! The incredible orgy had raced beyond all human depravity ... and why shouldn't it, with two goddamned wild dogs involved! Of all things, he'd never been a hypocrite, and he'd be just exactly that now if he tried to deny his own intractable lust! Christ, he'd willingly leaped into the center of it all, half-conning his beautiful Jeannie with meaningless words of encouragement, just to get his hard aching cock up into her! And that he'd done ... shit yes ... her fire-filled, milking cunt about to sap his screaming balls to the very marrow of his frigging spine!
The pistoning animal-hardness racing up her ass-channel only a membrane away was about to drive him insane as it scraped heatedly against the burning length of his own blood-thumping rod of swollen cock-flesh! So if her full white breasts hanging and swaying lushly above his demented face wasn't exciting enough, Caesar had to move into position right above Mark's gaping eyes ... and now his own, beautiful young wife was sucking the massive brute's huge cock!
Goddamn ... oh, goddamn ...! He couldn't believe it was happening, or that he was playing an integral part in it, even though he knew that it, along with his role, were realities! Christ almighty, if they ever came out of it alive, how could she ever forgive him ...? She probably wouldn't ... couldn't ... God almighty, the way she was sucking that wild canine bastard! The brute's long scarlet penis was almost disappearing into her locked and ovaled lips, her tiny nose brushing against his furry belly as she sucked! The sonofabitch was shoving it right down her throat ... and ... and she was loving it! Oh ... oh shit, Granny Albert had been right after all! Once the supernatural wild bastard claimed them, he claimed them forever ...!
Oh ... oh, dear God! Jean maddeningly reasoned. What would it taste like ... her magnificent animal-lover's cum? Less than human? She wasn't much of a judge, having tasted hot sperm only once--and then it had been her own husband's! Would it be gamey? Sweet, perhaps? Even tangy ... and as hot and pungent as Mark's? Ooohhh ... it didn't matter! She wanted it ... wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth ... to swallow his beautiful, wild jism and feel it dribbling smoothly down her throat, filling her convulsing belly just as Mark's and the young German Shepherd's huge cocks pummeling into her frantically seething cunt and ass-channels were going to flood her! All together, they would drown her in their scalding, life-giving sperm ... and she would cum again like some volcanic eruption! Y-Yesss ... a-any minute now! Oh ... ooohhh ... if only they would all cum together ...!
She sensed, then, the oncoming eruption of her darling, Caesar, and began to suck with loving fervor as his hardness abruptly swelled and pulsated in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth! Hungrily, she tongued and pulled on his wonderfully heated cock, feeling the tremor rippling over his powerful body, a deep whimper raising from his thick chest as the first squirt of his hot, bestial cum shot into her mouth! It began to spurt then in an unending stream of thick, creamy liquid, the delicious tang of the wild which she would never, never forget! It was almost as if some pagan sacramental wine were flowing down her throat, Jean ecstatically thought in her happiness! Her cheeks bloated and contracted as she rapidly swallowed to keep from choking on the gushes spewing from its jerking hot tip! Hungrily, she drank it in thick gulps, locking her lips around the wildly ejaculating cock, determined not to lose the tiniest drop of his precious, fiery semen!
The young German Shepherd growled fiercely from deep in his excited throat! Uncontrollably, Jean whimpered around the deflating hardness of her animal-darling's cock, suddenly feeling the thick, boiling cum of the young dog beginning to shoot far up into her warmly quivering rectum! Reluctantly her sucking lips gave up Caesar's wilting, drained penis, strings of white animal-sperm covering her glistening lips and chin as she cried out in lust-filled, sexual abandon!
"Auuuooohhh ... fuck me ... fuck me hard! Oh God ... I can feel both of your burning cocks inside me! Auuuggghhh ... faster ... harder ... I've got to cummmm ...!" Jean begged, as Caesar retreated to watch ... and she mentally envisioned her husband's and the young Shepherd's obscene ravishment of her defenselessly naked loins, the imagined picture driving her toward a vortex of cyclonic lust! "N-now ...! Nowww ... ooohhh ... cum in me together! Fill me ...! Oooohhh I-I'm cuummmiinnggg ...!"
Again, Jean felt the young brute's scorching squirts of jism flooding her rectum and bowels, while delicious spasms of pleasure rocketed through her ecstatically convulsing young loins and belly! She could feel every contraction of his long, thick, animal-cock rifling its load of feral cum up into her ...!
Then, Mark choked and swore obscenely as she plunged her flaming cunt hungrily down in one mighty stab onto his towering, throbbing hardness. The breath rasping from her tortured lungs, she held his penis then and wildly undulated her naked hips in furious little circles as his huge pumping hardness began spitting its thick jets of raging semen up into the far recesses of her violently quaking belly ...! She held his massively jerking shaft fast with the vibrant muscles of her inner-cunt sucking and pulling at it, her own orgasmic secretions blending and puddling with his as an almost insane convulsion of enchantment momentarily enveloping her ...!
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Much later, Jean learned that she, like Carol, had fainted in the throes of her overwhelming ecstasy, and that both Mark and Steve had carried them, while Caesar led the way through the maze of passages to where the body of Link Morgan, along with their clothing still lay. They had both dazedly dressed then, but Mark was determined they should spend the remainder of the night there, rather than to try and struggle through the wild country in the darkness.
Once Mark and Steve had removed the grisly, still form of Morgan from their sight, the four of them had slumped down onto the mattresses, cuddling silently, the need for words unnecessary amongst them. Jean was almost sleeping when she heard the mournful, eerie howl, and suddenly felt Carol's hand clutching at her own!
"Caesar ...!" Carol whispered. "It's him, isn't it ...?"
"Yes ... yes, it's him," the blonde young wife answered thickly, tears filling her eyes. "I-It's all over ... he ... the wild-pack is leaving ... He's saying goodbye ..."
"Ooohhh ... we'll never see him again ..." the willowy brunette sadly hissed.
Mark moaned uneasily in his sleep and Jean withdrew her hand from her friend's so as not to disturb him further. God knows, the poor darling hadn't had a decent night's rest since it had all begun ...
A sound ... a tiny whimpering sound coming from the small mouth of the almost hidden cave where Caesar had first taken them, caught Jean's attention. She raised up to her elbow and listened as it came again ... louder this time! Then, she saw it approaching ... saw the amberish glowing eyes in the faint flicker of the single candle ...!
"Oh God!" she sighed aloud, a warm sensation of joy rippling through her as she quickly got to her feet and went to where it stood looking up at her. Lovingly, she reached down and picked it up, hugging the little animal tightly against her breasts.
"Wh-What is it, Jean?" Carol questioned, both of their husbands raising upright.
"A pup ... a German Shepherd pup they must have left behind!" she exclaimed, cuddling him as she returned to the mattresses and folded down onto them once more. "Oh Darling, isn't he beautiful? Can ... can I keep him ... please, Mark ...?"
The young deputy-husband couldn't help the tightness in his throat as he stared at the harmless appearing young brute. He had only to look at its eyes to know who had sired it! Christ, he wanted to say no ... but how could he? How the hell could he ...?
"Please, Darling ... I want to keep him so bad ...?" his young, blonde wife pleaded, strange sensations rippling through her soft body at the feel of the little animal's warmth and ... and the inherent hidden strength within him.
"Y-Yeah ... yeah, sure, Honey ... if you want," Mark said, affectionately slipping his arm around her slender waist and kissing her on the cheek. What the hell, there was only one Caesar! What was he getting all up-tight about ...?
Oh, he was so beautiful, and he, her darling lover had left him for her, Jean was certain of that! She raised him up, holding him in her hands before her face to stare deeply into his glowing, amber-hued eyes. God, he was going to grow into such a big and handsome animal ... and she would teach him so many wonderful things ...!
