While bigamy is a criminal offense in countries where monogamy is the only acceptable form of marriage, punishment for the perpetrator is at variance, the violation falling under such legal categories as fraud, or "offenses against family and children". Statistics are not accurate for instance, as to the number of bigamous marriages that occur in the United States in a single year, nor the manner in which the offender is dealt with, the motivating circumstances being of prime importance and the penalty, accordingly, left to the discretion of the court.
With annulment or divorce so easily available to western monogamous societies today the bigamist seems a ludicrous individual to be sure, one who most certainly would have to be a victim of unique circumstances, and it is of such a person that Arnold Sinatra tells us in The Varsity Girl.
However, it is interesting to note that bigamy is being openly practiced today in western civilized countries by the younger generation, but under an acceptable term called group marriage, which embodies a free-wheeling approach to sex, a communal practice that most middle-class Americans regard as license to engage in adultery. Yet, if we compare, for example, United States traditional monogamy and sex behavior with other societies throughout history we find it quite unusual. Exclusive monogamy as the sole acceptable form of marriage is quite rare, occurring in perhaps one out of four human societies.
Most other human groups allow a wider range of sexual activity, and polygamy is permitted in most cultures, especially for persons of high rank or status. And it occurs among peoples who cannot by any yardstick be considered primitive. The Chinese, Mohammedans, and ancient Incas were polygamous. So are many African tribes. Under Islamic law a man may marry as many as four women; he also, by custom, may keep several concubines or "half-wives". In Thailand, the late Prime Minister Sarit Thanarat was widely admired for his harem of 150 wives and "sub-wives".
In The Varsity Girl, Mr. Sinatra does not attempt to justify Leo Gaine's act of bigamy, nor offer us a discourse on the success or failures of monogamous relationship; he simply tells us a very plausible story of one man caught up in a web of circumstances and their effects on him as well as those he loves. It is a well told and often amusing novel which we, his publishers, are pleased to bring you. A tale, we feel certain, that will linger in your mind provocatively for some time to come.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
'veiled fascination sparkled in the sandy -haired Rita Gaine's azure-blue eyes each time she glanced downward at the massive Alsatian dog lying at the feet of his teenage master in her kitchen. She hardly thought it ridiculous though others might question her mentality if they knew, but the young wife imagined the breath-taking animal to be a living replica of the fabled German shepherd in an erotic novel she had been reading, that excitable illusion having registered the very first moment she had caught sight of the handsome beast at the airport. Now, an imperceptible tremor electrified the soft naked contours of her voluptuous, twenty-two year old body beneath the short nightie and knee-length summer wrapper, a tiny feverish thrill of atomic intensity that she realized was being accentuated by the unsated desire her husband Leo had left smoldering inside her. She hoped that the flush she felt in her warm cheeks didn't give away the prurient fantasies dancing like devils through her sensually oriented brain, and a quick look at the awkward boy stretched out in the breakfast nook watching her was reassuring.
In fact, his angular, somewhat acne-blemished young face reflected nothing as he stared through opaque brown eyes while annoyingly cuffing at a heavy forelock of dull, chestnut colored hair. His long legs extended outward from the booth to the floor, making her think of hinged stilts ... or an Ichabod Crane. She wasn't pleased with herself at her lampooning comparisons, but so far, Art Cody, her young husband's lanky, sixteen year old nephew had had only a distasteful effect on her, which she blamed on her spouse's inexcusable conduct at the homely youth's arrival the night before.
Leo hadn't painted a likable picture of his older sister's son, carrying on the way he had in their bedroom, and when he'd finally left for Philadelphia earlier this morning she had been more than a little relieved, as well as secretly pleased that he would be away for two whole weeks. It was amazing how quickly she seemed to find herself the moment she was out from under his immediate influence; though for the life of her, she couldn't put her finger on any single reason why. Even the ungainly boy decorating her breakfast nook had taken on new and more pleasing aspects for her now in her twenty-eight year old husband's absence from the house.
Subconsciously, she went through a hair ritual of her own, brushing long, sandy-shaded locks behind her shoulders as she set about preparing the teenager some breakfast, her smile and sparkling glances constantly returning to the handsome reclining animal watching her with ears regally erect. She said: "Art, where did you ever find such a beautiful creature? He's positively breathtaking!"
"Bruser?" The youth smiled, letting his eyes drop to the dog at his feet. "Well, that's a bit of a story, Rita, I've had him since he was a pup. He's two now, and he goes everywhere I do ... though I don't believe Uncle Leo figures that to be a very good idea, does he?"
The attractive young woman knew exactly what he was referring to, sensing embarrassment as the scene from the night before flashed minutely through her mind. Leo had been fit to be tied when he'd learned the boy was coming for a brief stay. The telegram had preceded his arrival by only a few hours, hardly explaining anything except that Art would inform them. At the airport, the teenager had, standing there in his indifferent gawkiness, seemed at least an inch taller than her nearly six-feet of muscular husband.
"I'm attending a tournament here," Art had said flatly and without looking directly at either of them. "Mother decided you could handle things for me. We have to pick up Bruser now. Here are the baggage claims, Uncle."
"Bruser?" Leo had questioned. "Who the hell is Bruser?"
"My dog. I never attend a match without Bruser. He goes wherever I do. Please...? These are the baggage tickets, Uncle Leo."
"Jesus Christ!" her chisel-faced, grey-eyed mate had embarrassingly swore, grabbing the pieces of pasteboard and angrily stalking off. And later, in the privacy of their bedroom, he'd been even worse. "Sonovabitch! Can you tie that? Elly dumping that queer kid of hers onto us to look after? Onto you, really, because I won't be here! Goddamn ... who the hell cares whether he's got a chess match or not? The bony-assed pansy! For two cents I'd pack him and his mangy hound on a plane C.O.D. right back to Denver...!"
"You'll do no such thing, Leo! My God, what's eating at you, anyway? He's your nephew ... and stop saying those awful things about him ..'.!"
"Shit! I don't know how awful they are, but goddamnit they're true! That kid's been weird ever since I can remember ... long before his old man died, anyway!"
"Leo, you've got to stop this!" she'd insisted, his incredible exhibition shocking her. "He's your own sister's son ... and he's going to be treated the way a close relative should as long as he's in this house!"
"Bullshit! You treat him, then. He turns my stomach. The flimsy little bastard doesn't know what a baseball or football is for, for chris' sakes!" her ranting, athletic-minded husband had bitterly carried on. "Chess, astronomy, stamp collecting, jack-straws too, probably ... I doubt if he's got a developed muscle in his string-bean body. Yeah, on second thought, I'll bet my ass he's got one all right ... his goddamned cock!" he'd sneered.
"Oh Leo ... please stop will you? The poor boy's bound to hear you! These walls aren't that thick you know. Lord, I've never heard you go on like this! Now for God's sake, come get in bed and ... calm yourself down ... remember, this is our last night together for two weeks...."
"Huh...? So Christ ... he's even ruined that for me," he'd said, tugging at his remaining clothes and trying to avoid looking at her. "I'm sorry, Rita, but ... but I'm too uptight tonight for sex...."
"T-that's all right, hon. It'll keep until morning. We'll have plenty of time before you leave," she'd welcomed, not wanting to add to the sensual frustration his home stay had sorely cultivated this time.
This morning, he'd finally decided to have a go at sex, as usual firing her right up to the peak of release ... then firing and falling back in full retreat. "Oh God ... oh darling! Don't stop now, pleaseeee...?"
"Shit! I can't help it, baby!" he'd choked, jerking limply out of her and fumbling off the bed, his reddened face turned away. "It's just no use ... that goddamned limp-wristed egghead...! I'm still to uptight...."
"It's okay, Aunt Rita," Art suddenly said, checking the stream of uncomfortable retrospect racing through her denied, impassioned young mind, but hardly interrupting the sensual coals simmering hungrily throughout her whole erotically tormented body. "I've gotten sort of used to being a sore thumb. It doesn't bother us anymore, does it, Bruser?"
The powerful animal whimpered up at his youthful master as if in response, while a feeling of heart-tugging sympathy for the awkward teenager washed through his girlish aunt. The poor darling, he'd undoubtedly heard it all ... God, how could Leo be so damned heartless? For a long moment, she simply looked at him ... at both of them, not knowing what to say, and then without realizing it she had crossed the room and was cupping his prominent, sparsely bristled chin in the soft warm palm of her hand, lifting his face until his unreadable eyes were gazing levelly up into her own.
"We'll have no more of that as long as you're in this house, young man," she said, a tiny quiver in her tone from the emotion she felt. "I-I'm sorry if you heard things ... but ... but your Uncle Leo hasn't been himself, dear. I'm afraid that ... that he's working too hard. You know he had a heavy responsibility as western regional manager for Hung-Jones, and lately ... well, even I've had all I could do to keep from flying into rages with him."
Art's face broke into a homely, uneven toothed smile. "I understand, Aunt Rita ... and no kidding, we don't mind ... I mean, I didn't take any offense. You get used to people saying ... well, those things about you just because you play chess, or enjoy activities other than sports and chasing after girls. I guess that's part of life ... I don't know."
Rita withdrew her hand, smiled somewhat sadly, and went back to placing strips of bacon into the electric fry pan, his words raising questions in her mind. She began with little inquiries that gently broached the subject of girls and his feelings toward them. If what Leo had implied was right the boy would certainly have no female interests ... but somehow he seemed to cleverly avoid any direct answers, actually reminding her of the handsome pharmaceutical salesman she was married to, and she couldn't help but wonder if ambiguity wasn't an inbred family trait.
Certainly, Leo's home stay this time had come damned close to completely unnerving her, his perplexing behavior leaving her tormented and baffled. Things were growing steadily worse between them, but all of it hidden beneath the surface and seemingly without a singular basis, as if they'd been married twenty rather than just two years. There was little question but what their relationship was strained nearly to the breaking point, or that probably a less determined wife would have long since tossed in the towel, but she had no intentions of giving up the comfortable security she'd endured in the building. Besides, she hadn't really stopped loving him, if such factors still mattered between modern men and women, and a marriage of mellowed toleration appealed to her much more than the rat-race of unearthing another male who might well in time be less palatable or less financially productive.
Maybe it was a rank and mercenary viewpoint for a desirous young woman at the peak of her youthful beauty to take, but certain eye-opening facts in their lives together during the six months she had lived with him at college and since their marriage had shaped them. As for the customary state of frustration he'd left her panting in that very morning, Rita could smile inwardly with the narcissism that flowed so hotly in her veins; she'd learned early from their physical unions the necessity of self-love in the wake of Leo Gaine, and being a romantic as well as a sensually passionate girl the rest had developed easily for her....
"It's not that I don't enjoy the company of girls, Aunt Rita," the teenager answered in reply to one of her casually phrased questions. "It's just that I don't have the time with chess and the other things I like to do, plus I'm trying to get ready for college in another year and a half."
"Wait until the right girl comes along. I'll bet you'll change your views quick enough then, darling," Rita teased, drenching him with her alluring smile that ended up playing over the watchful Alsatian at his feet. "That's the way it happens to unsuspecting men with their guards down."
She was trying to draw him out and Art knew it, endeavoring to establish the truth or falseness of the things his uncle had been putting him down with the night before. He brushed at his forelock and said: "Is that the way you caught Uncle Leo ... with his guard down?"
She laughed. "In a way, I suppose. Actually, he was having a bad time of it mentally, Art. He was trying to decide whether to give up medicine as a career and needed someone to make up his mind for him. I guess you could say that I did that, and neither of us are sorry ... he would've made a lousy doctor...."
She went on and the boy listened vaguely, mentally categorizing his mother's younger brother whom he hadn't seen in a couple of years as a failure for throwing away a medical future at his grandfather's expense to become a dumb-assed salesman. Simultaneously, his analytical teenage brain functioned, thinking that the muscle-bound bastard he called "Uncle" really knew how to choose the birds! Man ... what big tits you have Auntie! Eagerly, he watched the soft rippling of her lushly ripened curves hidden beneath the sheer wrapper and nightie. No brassiere or panties either, he felt certain ... Christ! Sandy, his Mom's maid, could stir his crazy cock just by provocatively switching her big ass in front of him, but she knew it and did it on purpose, so that made the difference. His Aunt Rita didn't, and just watching her sensuous movements had made his goddamned prick grow as hard as a hand-carved, ivory rock! Man, what a luscious doll she'd be to play games with, and he didn't mean chess; but nevertheless, he asked her if she knew chess.
"Oh, I play at it, dear, but I'm afraid not up to your standards ... though I usually beat your Uncle Leo," she replied, arranging his plate of eggs and bacon with strips of buttered toast then approaching the nook to set it in front of him.
Man, he could eat her smile! She was something else! "I can teach you a few pointers if you'd like to learn," he said, looking up at her as he managed to enfold himself into the booth while she went back for the coffee pot, then joined him.
"Would you? I'd love that, Art," she said, pouring steaming coffee and slipping into the seat across from the boy whose initial angular homeliness had seemed to have lost its distaste for her. Then, once more she was glancing downward at the huge, beautiful dog sprawled beside them on the floor, her aroused subconscious fitting him into the role of Zeus, the fabled animal whose exotic, sensuous adventures she was reading in that pornographic novel she kept hidden away in the drawer under her lingerie. Of course it was all fantasy and physically impossible, but what if it weren't? God! She couldn't restrain the feverish shiver of lewd excitement her forbidden thoughts sent rippling over her flimsily covered nakedness. And then, she heard Art say: "Great! Maybe tonight we can go through a couple of reliable offenses and defenses, Aunt Rita. I really should keep active for the match tomorrow afternoon anyway. I'm playing a man named Sasha from Russia. He's very good. I don't expect to beat him, but I'd like to give a fair account of myself."
"Wonderful, darling! We'll plan on that, then ... my first chess lesson...."
Art listened to her melodic voice, smiling occasionally and pretending to concentrate on his breakfast, while ,inwardly devouring her every word as well as the delectable contours of her chiffon concealed curves. He'd only seen her once before, right after she'd married his uncle, but he'd barely turned fourteen then and was little more than a numb-assed kid. He hadn't even remembered her, except that she had long, sandy colored hair and looked like a teenager herself. Man! Two years had made a wild change in one of them, and he knew it wasn't the gorgeous girl across from him. He's simply grown up! Now, he had to struggle to keep from gaping openly at the smooth fleshy mounds of her breasts that the slightly parted wrapper revealed so teasingly, a portion of the deep white velvety cleft between them making his rampaging cock thump almost painfully inside his pants front.
He tried gearing his mind in another direction, back to his Uncle Leo ... that muscle-assed bastard! He'd heard him clearly, ranting and raving last night in their bedroom, calling him pansy and queer, the usual tags he'd learned to live with because he preferred a chessboard to a gridiron, or an astronomical telescope to a ball bat. Even his own mom had her doubts concerning his masculinity, he knew, but he'd stubbornly determined not to reassure anyone. To hell with it ... all of 'em! Besides, there was a certain intriguing satisfaction for him in being an individual of questionable tastes, like his dad before him, especially when those tastes had to do with sex. Fuck 'em all! That's what his father had written in his own hand in the journal he'd kept ... !
"How about this handsome guy, Art? What do we feed him?" his lust-inciting, young aunt interrupted his thinking. She was smiling radiantly and leaning down to stroke Bruser's big head, the almost see-through wrapper falling further open, the gossamery white of her sheer nightie and three-feet of distance all that was between his straining eyeballs and the lust fullness of her swaying white breasts! Fuck! He could even see the embossed relief and pinkish halo of their hardened little nipples!
"What...? Oh ... oh anything.
Yeah ... Bruser eats everything, Aunt Rita," he managed, stuffing his mouth full of toast. Christ, he'd lost his appetite ... and his hopelessly hardened cock was hopping inside his pants like a hopped-up toad! Goddamn ... he hoped she didn't catch sight of it ... !
"Wonderful. Then, he and I are going to get on famously, Art," Rita said, admiring the open jawed, truly smiling animal-face staring intently up at her. God, the handsome creature's deep brown eyes seemed to be searching into the depths of hers, she was convinced, a certain devilish glint to match her own seething carnality dancing in them. "But ... but you still haven't told me where you got him."
The lanky teenager smiled, never taking his hungering youthful eyes off the white fleshy curves his uncle's intoxicating girl-wife seemed to be unwittingly displaying before him. Then he said: "An army officer who had the hots for Mom," purposely slipping in the suggestive word "hots". "He wanted to get on the good side of her, I guess, and figured that being extra nice to me might be the best way to do it. So ... one day he came to the house with Bruser, a gawky, big-footed puppy ... like me. I suppose we were two of a kind."
Rita didn't lose her warm expression of excitement as she straightened, drawing her wrapper more concealingly across her breasts. His unexpected term, hots had surprised her and suddenly she realized that her face was flushed once more. "And ... and what happened between your Mom and the officer?"
"Oh nothing," he answered, and she watched him use his napkin with natural politeness, then lean back in the booth. "Evidently, my Dad set a difficult pattern to follow, Aunt Rita. And ... and I like to think that I take after him." He seemed to straighten proudly before her, his unhandsome face that lingered between adolescence and approaching manhood abruptly setting in a virile hardness as he spoke of his father. "Dad ... he loved chess, archeology, things like that. I have his stamp collection, you know. And the journal he always kept went on for pages on astronomy. That was going to be his next venture ... but he died before he could get into it. I-I guess that's why I took it up ... because he wanted to." He moved his gaunt elbows onto the tabletop. "As a matter-of-fact, I brought my telescope with me, Aunt Rita and, if you don't mind, I'd like to find a good vantage point. With all these hills around your house I should be able to locate a fine one. Would it be okay with you if I took a tramp around now?"
"Why, of course, darling! I ... we, your Uncle Leo and I want you to make yourself right at home here, Art," she answered quickly, the depths of his sincerity deeply moving her. Lord, there was something unique about him. Leo had been so wrong...! "Later, you and I'll discuss your chess match tomorrow. It's in Seattle, isn't it?"
"Yeah. The Seattle-Hilton Hotel tomorrow afternoon at three," he said, brushing at his unruly, childish forelock. "The truth is, I didn't want to compete, but I'm state champion and I have to. Either that or I don't get the loot the title offers ... and I want it for college. You see, Aunt Rita, I intend to study medicine myself."
"Why, Art! That's wonderful!" she exclaimed, his revelation really moving her and the excitement of her response causing Bruser to rise from the floor, easing closer to lick her hand. "Honestly, I'm so thrilled to hear that! I know that Leo is going to feel the same ... and I can just imagine how his father ... your grandfather feels about it! It's absolutely wonderful!"
"W-Well ... I ... thanks, Aunt Rita ... but I'm a long way from being a doctor yet," he humbly remarked, his grin sheepish. Then he slid toward the outward end of the booth to eventually stand erect.
God, he was so gangly and tall, she thought, trying to adjust to his youthful sixteen years. Abruptly, she was conscious of staring at his gaunt wrists to watch their supposedly telltale movements. Oh Leo! How could you even think such things about this poor boy? She moved to stand and realized she was warmly wet up between her legs! Damn, she was actually sizzling like a lit firecracker inside her moistly throbbing pussy.
"Would you mind keeping Bruser here with you, Aunt Rita, while I cover the area for a place to set up my telescope?" the boy asked. "He goes bananas when he gets out in open country and, if I have to watch him, I'll never find...."
"I don't mind at all," she answered, almost too quickly. "I-In fact, I'd love his company, dear. You go ahead and do whatever you want. Take your time. Bruser and I'll get better acquainted while you're gone, won't we, baby?" she went on, smiling sparkly-eyed down at the handsome grinning animal. "But, be careful, Art. It's easy to get lost in this part of Woodland Hills. They tell me it's very deceiving, once you go back in a ways."
"Oh, I will, don't worry," he said, and she watched him stride off cumbersomely toward his bedroom, wondering in her mind why her mystifying husband had put him down so with homosexual tags. God, he didn't appear to be that way at all ... in fact, the longer she looked at him, the more manly and less homely he became ... like ... like the bulge in the front of his trousers! It had! It'd been hard! Her fault, of course, but she hadn't really meant to ... not at first, anyway. And then, she'd seen him gaping hungry-eyed at her nearly exposed naked breasts! But boys or men with homosexual traits ... their penises didn't get hard at the sight of a girl's body ... did they? Hell no! He was all man and had a very nice bulge to prove it!
Tingling excitement fluttered uncontrollably over her feverish flesh, and she suddenly realized that Bruser was licking at her knee-the warmth of his long moist tongue against her smooth, sensitive skin only increasing her arousal. His deep brown eyes were fixed enthrallingly on her face, as if once again searching into the very depths of her!
"You are Zeus, right out of that naughty book I'm reading, you devil," Rita whispered. "And I've read all about your forbidden, pleasure-bringing skills." She laughed excitedly to herself at her fantasy, lovingly stroking his huge head, its soft furry feel like rich velvet against the palm of her small hand. Oh how she wished dogs really were like the ones in her erotic novels, but, of course, such things were impossible. Anyway, she thought, I've proved one thing to myself, satisfied that her brief exhibitionism in front of Art had been for a good cause. "Your master, darling, is a very normal young man, and Uncle Leo is going to be told that in no uncertain terms."
But, even as she spoke to the fascinated Alsatian in her soft cooing sounds, Rita realized that she could hardly explain to her bewildered husband how she had arrived at that conclusion. It wasn't quite feasible that he'd understood her little seductive display of a few minutes before, and why should she tell him anything anyway? Though ... it had been hard. .,. and so big for just a boy! God, the entire front of his pants had bulged out ... !
Bruser listened to her pleasing, gentle sounds and felt the soothing strokes of her hand brushing over the crown of his head. The taste of her warm sweetness registered on his laving tongue, exciting him, for it was of a new and delicate relish to him. Both his master's mother and the woman who answered to Sandy were female humans he liked to be with and have pet him, but this one with the long, fawn-colored hair was different, and he experienced a strange throbbing in the depths of his heavy loins at the honeyed flavor and heated yielding feel of her. In her lyrical tones he sensed kindness and love, but, more than that, his closeness to her allowed his keen nostrils to fill with a racy aroma, a heady scent which inspired rather positive responses within his big muscular body.
He pressed his dampened nose forward toward the source of the warmly perfumed femaleness, along the smooth satiny flesh between her legs, sniffing eagerly. He almost was there when he felt her body stiffen and the softness of her hands clasping at his head to raise it upward from beneath her covering.
"Look here, Zeus ... Bruser ... young man! Wh-what do you think you're doing ... as if I didn't know?" Rita whispered once more, but this time felt an increased tremor of excitement at his unexpected exploration. He'd sensed her erotic heat, of course, just as the German shepherd in the book ... the sensuous arousal that Leo had left smoldering inside her! And then, Art re-entered the kitchen carrying his telescopic equipment, causing her to blushingly straighten upright.
"I think I'll take a look up on that hill behind the house first, Aunt Rita," he said, his attention focused on the instruments he was carefully arranging beneath his long arms to better handle. "Is there a trail or path leading up?"
"Y-yes there is, dear. You'll see it, I'm sure," she answered, trying to hide her confusion, finally letting out a little sigh of relief when the teenager was gone and she could turn once more to stare at the waiting dog still watching her with unwavering interest gleaming in his big round eyes.
The aroused young wife swallowed loudly, unable to ignore the one burning question the handsome animal's curious, if lurid, investigation had raised in her erotically whetted mind ... just how far would he have gone had she not stopped him? She couldn't help but think of several lustful scenes in the book, and, as the vision of each one flickered through her mind, lewd tension feverishly gripped the intricate depths of her rippling belly. Again, sensuous impulses spiraled through her at the very lasciviousness of her thoughts ... thoughts that were little less salacious than the phantom lovers she mentally conjured, obscenely enjoyed, and totally destroyed at will rather than to enter into an actual affair with a live male. Human lovers could talk and invariably did sooner or later ... but a handsome and devoted dog, with all the thrilling, lustful qualifications of the massive Zeus in her erotic book ... God!!
Bruser whimpered then, moving closer to her, and Rita bent over once again to take his great head between her slender hands, finally easing downward to squat on her haunches as she said, "Would you like to try again, you big darling?" She leaned forward, kissing him between the eyes. Instantly, his long pink tongue licked out, brushing warmly over her still pursed lips in answer, sending torrid sensations of wanton excitement over her. He'd kissed her back ... and the way he was looking at her through those avid, almost passionate eyes! Damn ... he was more than just a dog ... there was something intriguingly human about his masculine beauty!
Trembling, the impassioned young wife straightened and, for a long breathless moment, gazed fervidly down at him. At last, her full, desire-swollen breasts began to rise and fall heavily, her roused young brain racing in blind wantonness as her hands moved downward to nervously open the wrapper. Her fingers gathered up the folds of her short, flimsy nightie into her palms, then slowly lifted the last concealing veil hiding her excitedly pulsating pussy.
The massive Alsatian watched the fawn-haired, heavily breathing girl's teasing movements through fascinated eyes, his mouth falling open as he began to pant at the sight of her smooth lush thighs being suddenly exposed to him. Their white nakedness increased the pulsing fever in his heavy loins, both exciting and confusing him. Then he saw that the long tawny hair of her head was similar in color to the fringing curls up between her long lithe legs. There, he instinctively knew, was the source of the stimulating female aroma, the same warm wet opening between her legs that the woman who answered to Sandy had called her 'cunt.'
Rita's breathing had become a series of raspy gasps thundering in her own ears as she stood there in lewd excitement with pulled-up nightie, widening her stance to spread her tremoring thighs so that the intensively staring Bruser, less than a foot away from her, could readily see the moistly quivering lips of her narrow, pink pussy slit. There it is, you beautiful creature, she wildly thought, obscenely holding up her tiny nightie and thrusting her flaring hips and rounded buttocks luridly forward in a growing, mindless lust.
"Well, baby...? Don't be afraid! C-come closer ... here, darling! This is what you were searching for ... Rita's hot, needing pussy!" she goaded huskily, thrusting her shamelessly displayed loins even further forward at the captivated, unmoving dog before her. Still, he remained motionless, staring as if rivet-eyed on her wantonly struck pose, and, though she might even wind up hating herself for the forbidden obscenity she hoped would materialize, the insanely excited young wife knew she couldn't stop now! God, she had to release the pyramiding tension burning almost painfully inside her loins and quivering belly! "Oh please, Bruser doll, come here ... don't be afraid. It's what you smelled, darling ... me!" she whispered in hot sibilant tones. "Come on baby, see for yourself....!"
The tensed Alsatian stood fast, intrigued, yet hesitant to encroach upon separate worlds, his sharp sense of smell tormented with the aromatic pungency her human need breathed into the room. He saw one hand with extended middle finger move downward between her legs ... watched that slender white finger separate the fawnish curls as it drew upward along the moistened pink crevice to suddenly half-disappear up inside-between her cunt's fleshy lips ... then, she was holding it out to him.
"Here darling ... smell it ... taste Rita's wet finger and see what she's got waiting for you! Do it ... please? Oh, come here, baby ... !"
He did while she watched in almost reeling eagerness, his cool sniffing nose examining her glistening finger, his tongue abruptly darting out to lick the viscid moisture away! Oooooohhh. I could never stop now, not even if Leo were standing here watching me, the breathless, near-frantically inflamed Rita reasoned, the very depravity of her bestial act firing her lustful desire all the more. "Come on, lover! My Zeus, that's who you are, and you have to do it for me the way he did it for the princess! I'm your princess, darling, and you've got to lick my hot pussy for me!" she incanted in whispers of lewdness. "Hurry, because I'm a witch, and I'll cast a spell over you! I'll change you into a cock, a huge hardened cock too big for every cunt in the whole world! Oh God ... do it, babe-do it!" she passionately mumbled on, half believing the obscene fantasies darting enchantingly through her incited brain.
And then as she watched, the big animal moved forward, the sight alone enough to jell her knees! Incredible sensations of untapped sensuality raged through her curvaceous young body with the ferocity of a prairie fire when she reasoned that he was really going to lick her there up between her hot thighs! Oooohhh ... this was no fantasy, not some conjured obscenity of her mind, she trembled in thrilling anticipation, lustfully arching forward her nakedly exposed, lightly -haired loins further, to better offer her seething cuntal split to him! ... God, he was, wasn't he? Oooohhh, he had to or she'd go stark raving mad! He had to ... !
And, suddenly, the massive dog did!
CHAPTER TWO
Art's long legs moved at an effortless pace carrying him upward along the rarely used path to the crest of the hill. Subconsciously, he selected a scrubbrush area ahead as his goal, but consciously his young brain was functioning along other lines. He hardly gave a damn if the spot he chose would be a vantage point in studying the stars anymore than his dad might have; what mattered is that he'd have concealment and an unhindered view of the surrounding windows into the choice, upper-middle bracket homes making up this semi-exclusive residential area. The juiciest sights to watch, he'd learned by comparison over the past year or so, were generally found beyond the walls of the comfortably bored almost-rich, and he considered himself to be an authority, just as his father before him had been.
He had read and re-read the journals his sire had kept, especially the secret ones he'd found hidden behind undusted books on upper, shelves in the study his mother kept intact as a memoriam to their love ... or some such shit.
Those journals had given Art more insight into his dad's real character than any stories his mom could ever possibly tell him. His father had not only been a lecher and writer of rousingly obscene pornography for his own amusement, but he'd been a practicing voyeur on a grand scale, camouflaging his favorite pastime with the accepted guise of amateur astronomy, and he, his son, was openly eager to tread along the libidinous pathways of his lusty papa, and not doing too bad a job of it, he thought.
At the moment though, it was difficult as hell to concentrate on anything except his Aunt Rita. Christ, she really did wild things to him! His goddamned cock was still painfully half-hard and throbbing at the mental picture her firmly rounded tits had etched into his brain! Those little hardened pink nipples ... Jeez! What he wouldn't give to clutch their soft warm fullness in his hands just once ... but that was about as far-fetched as a world chess match with Bobby Fischer. She was no dumb, hot-box bitch like Sandy who went ape whenever he teased her with a glimpse at his naked hardened cock. No, his Aunt Rita might be passionate enough with the bastard he called, "Uncle", but he couldn't visualize her wanting those lovely white breasts pulled and twisted, or getting down between his legs to suck him off while he played in the wetly heated split of her pussy with his big toe the way their thirty-year-old, divorcee-maid liked to be used.
Damnit, he was suffering another painful hard-on just thinking such things ... enough to drive a guy right up a frigging tree! Maybe if there was enough privacy in that scrub brush he'd ease the tension gnawing at his keyed-up groin while he imagined how it would be to play sexy games with his young curvy aunt. But he ought to survey the prospects first though; he might just come across a daylight scene to help inspire him, the way he did at home with the school teacher's new wife across the street. Christ, just about any afternoon he telescoped into her bedroom where she was stretched out with mirrors and dirty pictures playing "sticky finger" with herself. And then, he couldn't help but wonder if his luscious, long-haired relative ever fingered the hot little crevice up between her lovely legs, that lewd, stimulating thought adding wildly to his graphic teenage reveries.
And at that very moment back at the house, a maddening tremor caused Rita's sensually fevered flesh to quiver in lustful excitement as she felt the moist coolness of Bruser's wet nose against her sensitive inner thighs, ever moving upward with animalish sniffs closer to her flushed vaginal lips! And then while she choked back a gasp, the handsome dog's long, abrasive tongue snaked searingly out with curled tip to splay open the susceptible puffy folds of her hotly throbbing cuntal crevice. It teased at the wet secreting mouth of her tight channel opening, separating the curl-fringed lips to draw with scorching heat upward between them and end with a flicking stab at her little erect clitoris, causing it to pulsate into greater hardness.
Oh damn, he wasn't about to stop either, Rita reasoned elatedly! Again and again with no further urging on her part, the powerful Alsatian dog repeated his sensational tonguing caresses, raising gasps of erotic intoxication she could no longer control from her desire-parched throat as she stood there with nakedly trembling legs spread wide in the sun-lit kitchen, her naked pussy thrust lewdly forward to Bruser's delicious licking of her excited young cunt.
To the massive dog, Rita's femininity was a new world of rare beauty that he had hesitated to trespass in its warm gentleness, though he had licked several times before the hot, hair-covered mouth of Sandy's greedy vaginal opening. For him now, it was as if there hadn't been another human female except this one with the pleasant sounding name, a deep feeling he had sensed from the moment the fawn-haired young woman had uncovered her succulent pussy lips for him to smell and taste. Nevertheless, he remembered from those past limited experiences the burning sensation of racing blood pounding ruttishly through the veins of his muscular body. The teasing smell of the pleasing, smooth-fleshed Rita's body-heat saturated his nostrils as he stroked his long eager tongue hungrily up through the resilient pink flesh between her widespread thighs. His strong animal-heart beat faster at her piquant sexual aroma, the intense fever of her impassioned desire being transmitted to his own lengthening penis.
"Oohhh ... ooohhh Goddd! Yes, darling ... that's the way! Tongue it. baby!" Rita hissed, spasmodic nerve-responding tremors shuddering continuously over her. "Ohhhh ... wait ... wait, lover, stop a moment! Oh, you dream, come with ine! Hurry, darling! Let's go in on my bed where we can lock the door and have wicked privacy! Come on angel, come with Rita!"
Bruser never left her side, but crowded his big, canine body possessively against the warmth of her soft rippling thigh as, she walked, the delicious scent of her cuntal secretions feeding his aroused animal instincts. He waited, watching her securing the door then go to look out and upward the hill where he too, could see his young master disappearing into the brush. She backed away toward the bed and quick' began to strip off her silky covering, watching him with loving sky-colored eyes that made the blood rage as never before through his huge tensed body. All of the time, she continued to purr softly and he watched her rounded white curves quiver and sway as she climbed eagerly onto the bed ... and then she was lying on her back with long white legs spreading open, husky whispers coming to him from her.
"Come on, my darling ... please?" Rita pleaded and patted the bed. "Ooooh, you can't desert me now! Don't let me down, Bruser sweet. My God, I'll explode!"
With little expelled energy the wolfish-sized dog was up onto the bed, striking a photogenic pose of breathless beauty as he surveyed her like some conquering brute of the wild. Rita's breathing shortened, catching in her throat at the fierce sight of him bestially appraising her now completely exposed and vulnerable nakedness. The sexual tension that gripped her was beyond anything she had ever known. God, she didn't have to go through with it, she wildly reasoned. She could still stop the shameless insanity before it went any farther ... just hop up off the bed ... order him down ... scream! But then, he was slowly easing forward between her self-parted legs ... and causing her to open them wider! An almost frightened whimper escaped her as she lifted her head, her lust-inspired brain whirling drunkenly when she saw his handsome animal-face hovering above her gossamery-shaded vaginal mound, and she knew then for certain that it was too late ... ooohhh ... eons too late!
Rita heard his throaty whine when he lowered his head, his animal breath like a blow-torch taunting the sparse, curling hair down there. Then, his cool damp nose brushed against her impulsive, flame-filled inner thighs again ... and finally nuzzled the blood-filled lips of her uncontrollably steaming pussy! Once more, she heard his sniffing whimper, and she waited in near frantic want, her legs spreading even further apart of their own volition.
She began to moan with every breath in her for what she hoped would soon, very soon, come ... and she couldn't restrain her delighted gasp when she felt his cold, wet nose move lower between her trembling ass-cheeks to brush unexpectedly down against her wildly puckering anus! That was an eye-opening shocker!
"Oooohhh...!" she gasped out at the very moment his incredible tongue suddenly splurted between her unprepared buttocks to lick hotly up and down the sleek fleshed valley surrounding her snug little anal mouth. Then unbelievably, the dog's slippery tongue tip wormed its way into the tight rectal opening.
"Aaagghhh ... God! So ... beautiful," Rita stammered, raising her buttocks off the bed to give the dog's tongue freer access to her nether channel. Enthralled by the lewd titillation, the naked young wife immediately lost contact with reality, suddenly unable to calculate or measure. She had nothing of equal experience to go by, and all that mattered now was that the dog's erotic tonguing never stop. And then she felt his mesmerizing wet caresses bringing him upward once more toward her moistly pulsating vaginal lips. She shuddered erotically as Bruser drew his tantalizing tongue from her tight little annl mouth upward all the way to the tiny vibrating bud of her clitoris. Once more he did it, this time his long fiery tongue splaying through her yielding cunt flesh, causing her to roll from side to side in ecstasy. On and on while she gasped and writhed beneath it. his delicious tongue continued to lay open wide her vibrantly enthralled cunt flesh down between her tremoring thighs. Without warning them, it drove far up into her hotly quivering vagina. She moaned, squirming ecstatically beneath the great dog's oral lovemaking, her lust-glazed eyes feeding on the lewd spectacle of wantonness they made!
Oooohhh ... no sensual fantasy she had ever conjured in her wildest imaginings could equal this, the shamelessly spread-open young woman reasoned. Her gasps and choking little cries increased, her pleasure-drenched brain slipping deeper and deeper into a captivating void of mindless lust she eagerly welcomed! Again and again the animal's searing tongue ardently grazed through and over the feverish pussy flesh her quivering, upraised young loins offered, from the tightly puckering anal inlet, upward through the glistening wet crevice of her hair-covered cunt. Then at its peak it hesitated to penetrate the sensitive liquid. flesh and flick at her tiny clitoral bud so rigidly quivering there, stabbing at it with fiery tongue-tip almost as if he instinctively knew the intense pleasure it was bringing her!
"Oooohhh ... you precious beauty!" Rita groaned down at her fierce-jawed lover just as he thrust his magnificent long tongue in a fervid, spearing twirl once more all the way up into her heatedly quivering cunt. "Ooohhh ... so delicious, darling! Your wonderful tongue fucking way up into my hot pussy hole! Ummm ... don't stop, my lamb! Like that ... yesss ... make me cum, my lover ... ooohhh ... I've got to cum!"
With an animalish little whine of her own Rita drew her knees lewdly back further until her desired-filled, electrified breasts were flattened beneath them, and reaching down with trembling hands, the lust-charged young wife grasped the dog's erect ears to pull his long nose tighter down into her wetly pulsating channel! Bruser's whipping tongue raced savagely up the inflamed, greedy passage, his dog whimpers blending with her less than, human sounds as she responded to his lashing probes up into the hot frenzied flesh of her lewdly gyrating loins and upthrusted buttocks.
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh dammmmnnn. my beautiful tongue fucker! Don't stop! You're so wonderful! Goddd! Lick the fire out of my screaming pussy, baby! You've got to now ... just got to, my precious!"
* * *
Art Cody was no lip-reader, but he hardly figured that to be a requisite in determining the extent of what was taking place down on his Aunt Rita's bed! He watched through his one eye screwed to the telescope he had braced in the crotch of a scrub bush, its business-end bringing up to him a detailed performance in unbelievable, crazy wild lust he could never hope to discover on another planet! He'd not even had time to set up his tripod, but had only brought out the powerful instrument to take a rough survey of the area when lo and behold, his knock-out Aunt Rita had been standing in the window looking right up at him, but not seeing him, of course, there in the brush. The next thing he knew, she was stripping ... getting bare-assed naked and climbing on the bed with Bruser suddenly hopping up to join her!
Jesus Christ! Really, he guessed that he'd surmised what was happening right then, or at least, what could happen, but it all seemed so far-fetched! This was his Aunt Rita, young and beautiful, not hot-box Sandy ... and then her curvaceous white nakedness had been so close that it seemed he could reach out and touch it! The wanton expression on her lovely young face was as familiar to him as a mirrored reflection, but certainly more intoxicating for Christ's sakes. Hot sex was the only way he could tag it, hungering wild sex ... and who knew more about that passion than he did?
But ... his stunning Aunt Rita? Sweet shit! He'd nearly gone off in his pants just watching her get naked, say nothing of what he'd seen since Bruser had begun to lick down between those gorgeous upraised and wildly spread legs! Imagine it? His very own goddamned dog licking that voluptuous doll's delicious little cunt! He could and he couldn't imagine it, even though he'd watched the whole mind-shattering show, the front of his pants torn open and his long thick cock jerking in painful hardness as it blazed a path in the coarse grass, his one hand only occasionally dropping to needfully stroke and massage it. The urge for sensual relief inside him had fallen secondary to the mind-bending revelation filling his eye and calculating young brain. He'd satisfy it all right ... no use wasting a single drop of the molten fire building feverishly inside him. He'd already developed a gambit to humble her feeble defense, plus several alternative moves if his first one failed. His dad would be proud of him ... maybe he was at that very moment! But he'd bet his ass that Leo Gaine, his bastard uncle, would cringe if he knew, and that helped, too.
Art repositioned himself, reaching down once more to fondly grasp and caress the lengthy aching hardness of his lust-thickened penis while he watched the incredible performance his naked Aunt Rita and Bruser were staging as if he were in the room on the very bed! The whole brain-warping episode had unfolded so fast that the teenager still couldn't quite comprehend it, except for the nude beauty of his uncle's young wife obscenely positioned beneath the hulking, rut-like approach of his very own dog. Christ, he'd never realized that Bruser had such tendencies! Or maybe all dogs did if they were cultivated, but who'd educated his? Sandy? Why not? She'd had plenty of opportunities with him at school, the bitch! Though he wasn't really angry ... hell no, not with what he was witnessing and the wild plans rapidly taking shape in his lecherous young mind! His dad would understand ... but his goddamned cock didn't. It ached like an impacted tooth ... and then he saw the long blonde hair of his lushly ripened aunt flail when she raised her head to watch what was happening down there between her legs. The lewdly excited look on her face was one of the most titillating things he had ever seen. Lustfully he clutched at his long throbbing hardness and massaged it tenderly while he felt his teenaged passion growing at the lurid circus unfolding below.
Rita lifted her tossing head higher, trying to gape down between her widespread, wantonly drawn back thighs and elevated loins to better see that beautiful tongue licking at her cunt. A wild ungovernable excitement licked feverishly through her tormented young body at the unnatural sight. The raw liquid flesh of her tongue-splayed cunt glistened with a flushed redness that fired her passionate excitement beyond memory. And the loving brute's long muzzle was wormed right up into her sleek vaginal flesh, spreading her pussy-lips wide so that they resembled a devouring pink mouth! Oh God, she could actually feel his jaw muscles working up inside her there, his long, spiraling tongue like a slippery cock while his opening and closing jaws stretched her yielding cuntal passage with sensual pangs of pain-pleasure as he thrust deeper into her inflamed belly!
She let go of his ears then, afraid to draw his buried face up any further into her because of the danger of splitting her passion-wet cunt wide open in her mindless desire! But her withdrawn hands didn't stop the massive Alsatian's nose and thrilling tongue. She gasped aloud with a sharp twinge of pain as suddenly he thrust his penis-shaped face like a huge furry cock farther up into her rapturous cuntal channel, and she tried to grind her naked buttocks down into the mattress to counteract his expanding, unhuman penetration!
"Oh ... ooohhh God, no farther, lover! You're going to tear me apart!" Rita pleaded, choking back a masochistic squeal as he growled in warning, sending vibrations along her sensitive inner vaginal walls, through her quaking loins, up into the raging heat of her cock-starved belly! It was then that she lost all control and began bucking her wildly trembling pussy up against the dog's face, the flashes of pain becoming flashes of an almost insane pleasure as they rippled through her nakedly straining young body!
A lewd guttural wail, rapidly growing in volume, poured out of her heaving chest. "Dear God!" she half-screamed, her long blonde hair flailing wildly as the first ripples of ecstasy surged outward from her convulsing young cunt. She was going to cum! Ooohhh, sweet lover ... his long handsome nose fucking right up into her wetly clasping pussy sheath ... and his loving hot tongue flicking like a searing flame against her sensitive cervix!
Once more the shamelessly aroused young wife clutched at his huge head and yanked his submerged long face further up into her insanely throbbing vaginal channel! Wickedly, she clung to his erect ears and fucked her hot little pussy in lustful desperation up onto his impaling muzzle, and felt the intoxicating bliss of his magnificent animal tongue slipping in and out, driving its fluid fire deep up into her burning pussy.
"Noooo! Oh now, darling! I-I'm cuumiinngg, loweerr!" the obscenely straining young wife wailed, mercilessly holding the dog's great head while she fucked it in uncontrollable shameless passion. And then, still moaning out her ecstasy, she fell back in exhaustion on the bed!
CHAPTER THREE
Leo Gaine had slunk aboard a plane that morning in a keyed-up state of ragged nerves. He was haunted by an unshakable feeling of being followed, and he had walked aimlessly around the terminal for a half-hour, looking back over his shoulder time after time before daring to pick up his ticket for San Francisco rather than the Philadelphia flight Rita believed he was taking. Of course, he had all intentions of making the Philadelphia meeting; he hadn't lied to her about that, but not until he got matters straightened out with Jeannie.
Christ! He needed a head shrinker and evidently had for sometime! He still couldn't believe that he'd ever gotten himself involved in such a situation, or to be more exact, how he'd ever let that goddamned situation come about! It was uncanny, absolutely uncanny the way he had managed to fuck-up his droll, not unhappy life with such a minimum of effort, to say nothing of infecting those around him ... at least those that he gave a damn about. But maybe it wasn't too late to rectify things. If Jeannie would just listen to reason, hear him out and try to understand. Jesus Christ! All he had to do was think of her and he melted inside like a blob of butter on a hot griddle! Shit, he couldn't hurt Jeannie anymore than he could Rita! He loved them both, for Chris' sake! He was nuts ... or was going to be damned shortly at the rate he was going!
Quickly finding an empty seat next to a window, the grey-eyed, chisel-faced young husband looked nervously out to see if he could spot his long-haired, number one wife secretly watching from some shadowy vantage point. Of course he couldn't! It was ridiculous, but he was unable to rid himself of the guilty-feeling that she suspected something after the way he'd uncontrollably acted all week. Not that he'd ever been any whirlwind in bed with her-who could be with the way she dutifully approached sex, like some human servicing machine ... but this time he'd been utterly worthless. He just hadn't been able to help himself ... fucking and thinking of the other, the same way he'd been with Jeannie their first and last week together ... loving them both and not knowing where the hell to turn!
She hadn't followed him though, he decided as he ran a big athletic hand over his waved wealth of neat, neck-length dark hair; he was making an undected departure. He really ought to know that by now, Rita, the beautiful angel, she didn't have a suspicious bone in her gorgeous body. And goddamnit, he was going to make it all right once more so she'd never have reason to! Poor innocent fool, married to a cunt-hound like him, but that's the way it was with a guy when he was on the road all the time! Hell, it didn't really mean anything, catching a stray piece of tail here and there; it was ... well, one of the traveling salesman's fringe benefits, for Chris' sakes; like coffee and doughnuts, or cake and ice-cream, a traveling man and a promiscuous dolly just naturally got together! But that wasn't quite the way Jeannie and he had tied up, was it? That sonovabitching Rogers and his company parties! He might just castrate the fat bastard when he saw him in Philadelphia if it weren't for the fact that would give away the drunken blunder he'd willingly stumbled into after they'd left the wild Las Vegas party.
Oh shit, he was about to come unglued was all! What was the legal penalty, anyway? The troubled husband had no idea, but there was one, that was for sure. He nervously visualized Rita in court asking for the extreme punishment as the powerful, whistling jet engines began to taxi the plane toward the runway. Then, Jeannie's breath-taking face and tall, ravishing beauty was frowning hatefully at him, her fiery onyx eyes showing no mercy as she too implored the judge's severest ruling over him...." This court has no mercy for the likes of you, Leo Gaine! You have knowingly and intentionally destroyed the delicate lives of two trusting, beautiful young women, and it is the solemn judgment of said court that you be hanged by the testicles while your penis is first decapitated, then severed in slices from your filthy body! You will then be confined to the black-box until you have bled to death before being ground up bodily as swill for swine ... !"
Jesus Christ! He had dreamed that last night! And all the time the frigging judge had been sentencing him, the old bastard had ran his gnarled hands over both girl's long tresses ... tawny gold and raven black ... sickeningly brushing his lecherous claws downward over the ripe contours of both of their beautiful young bodies standing on either side of him, their faces smiling vindictively downward at where he shamefully stood between two brutal uniformed guards!
Oh Christ! He was sure as hell flipping, the fraught young husband reasoned as the plane rose above the clouds into a sun-brilliant heaven. He thought of Rita stuck with his queer, gawky nephew and his mangy dog, finally deciding their presence would help keep her occupied while he got this goddamned mess straightened out with Jeannie! Then, he fell into vivid memories no more than three weeks old, exotic visions of Jeannie's statuesque, show-girl voluptuousness warmly entwined with his own naked flesh that morning after! A shudder racked his handball-fit frame, the feeling of virile lust and masculine fear blending within him causing the tremulous breath he expelled. "Coffee, sir?"
"What?" Leo jumped, gaping upward at the smiling, blonde-enframed young face. "Oh ... yeah ... coffee please, miss. A-A little brandy if you have it around, too. The system craves something."
"Yes, sir," she laughed, pouring the small cup and setting it on the trays he'd fixed in front of him. "I know what you mean ... great in the morning."
Leo nodded, returning her warm smile. Shit, there it was! This attractive young stewardess was doing her cozy come-on, letting him know that she was interested, and he'd never even seen her before! Jesus! How could a guy explain such things?
"I'll be right back, dol ... sir. Can you wait?"
"No hurry, take your time, baby," he responded naturally, watching her move away and leaning out toward the aisle to measure her shapely, contoured attributes, momentarily forgetting the depths of his immediate problems. Then, all of a sudden a cold chill rippled upward along his spine with the frigidity of a polar gust. His glance had suddenly fallen on the gold band encasing his third-finger, left hand. He clutched at it with a grasping right hand nearly wrenching the telltale ring painfully from the thick digit, looking around him guiltily as he slipped it into his coat pocket. His brain raced. Christ! Supposing Jeannie had ever seen that! What a dead giveaway ... but ... but ... !
Oh Christ!" What in hell was he going to do with this double life entanglement?
* * *
"Jeannie Smith Gaine," the tall, sensually-endowed, long-haired wife said at the mirror reflecting her lush beauty beneath the see-through black chiffon negligee. "Once, it was just Jeannie Smith ... but now I have that new owning name! I belong to him by all legal right ... my lord and lover ... my sweetie-puss Teddy bear!"
A thrill of pleasure shivered through the curvaceous young woman as she giggled and fell backward with flailing, slender arms onto the mussed, satin-sheeted bed. Warm tingles of happiness, the nature of which she'd only seldom dared to imagine, flushed through her sensuously ripened body. Three years ago she would never have dreamed it possible that she could ever really give her love to any one man, say nothing of . marrying him ... and momentarily, she thought about that.
Three years ago, one Jeannie Smith had been sitting inside a cold, stenchy way-station with a fat Indian woman and her sick baby, a frightened, ignorant girl waiting for the train and praying to God it would stop in that forsaken place. Her sweet papa lay boiled in moonshine on the floor of their Kentucky cabin where she'd dropped him with a stick of firewood, and only minutes after her younger brother had left that ramshackled hovel swearing that he'd never come back.
She'd sat inside that urine-cured way-station with her blood running cold, wondering at what precise minute her loving daddy would stumble in looking for her with drunken fire in his aching eyes, a hard-on, and rage burning his vile tongue.
It had been the first time she'd ever had to waylay his incestuous advances because her brother had vowed to kill him if he ever tried to lay a hand on her, but that hadn't kept the old bastard from continually advising her of the "easy" money she could make in Louisville, and that they "damn sure needed it". Still, she'd never given in to him, had never done anything more evil than drunk a little corn and smoked a two-cent cigar when she could get her hands on one ... nothing memorable until that night she sat in the way-station with the Indian woman and her sick baby. Now, it was almost incredulous for the reminiscing Jeannie to believe that she had still been a virgin, but she had!
That horrible life had fallen behind her the moment she'd climbed eagerly onto the train. She had sat beside a huge black woman who laughed often and kept bringing out pieces of fried chicken for both of them from a deep basket that seemed to have no bottom. Then, when they'd reached Washington, the woman had offered her a place to stay while she was finding herself.
The "place" was known as Black Maggie's, an exclusive house, five and some tenths miles from Chevy Chase on the Hemstead Road. And who of the Washington male elite didn't know about the erotic delights of Black Maggie's?" Jeannie had lived there two-months with never a girl or Maggie herself, trying to influence her. That first time she had simply grasped the hand of the young air force lieutenant and led him up the stairs toward her bedroom all of her own accord ... something like the blind leading the blind she remembered, smiling to herself as she lay there. His warm baby-face smile had melted her, and she'd reacted as naturally as a mother breast feeds her child, giving herself to a frightened boy who thought he was going to die in Vietnam.
And that had been the turning point, hadn't it? A slug of bourbon and a ten-cent cigar (she'd upgraded her tastes) could hardly satisfy the newly aroused hunger for physical pleasure she'd awakened inside her, but unfortunately neither could the long series of Johns she led to her bed. The sensual fire glowing and eating constantly at her inexperienced young loins was like a tormenting curse her father might have called down ... or up from hell on her, until she sat among the girls in the receiving room in provocative near-nothings being ogled and chosen, wondering why when she gave herself passionately time and again she could know only nights of unfulfilled sensual desire.
A girl named Edith had done it all for her! A voluptuously beautiful black young woman who pranced through the house with an air of superiority that no one dared to question. Some whispered that she was Black Maggie's daughter, but Jeannie never knew that to be true ... only that she was a striking ebony lovely whose big dark eyes had suddenly fallen on her, actually devoured her for long, long minutes before she'd stood and held out her hand.
"Come with me, baby," she'd said, not asking but ordering, and Jeannie had gotten to her feet, both of them ignoring the others as they seemed to float from the plush room.
Upstairs, Edith had kicked the door closed with the heel of her naked foot, then drawn her close inside the powerful arms of her strong, softly curved black body Jeannie had hardly dared breathe as she looked up into the exotic face. Then, Edith's throaty voice had said: "You're going to belong to me as long as you're in this house! You understand that, my white pussycat?"
"Y-Yes...."
"The men, they can't do it for you can they, baby? Almost, but not quite ... and then they leave you there going crazy-assed wild in your hot little belly." She had smiled, showing handsome white teeth that sparkled like her eyes. "Well, here we go, pussycat, 'cause Edith's going to snap you out of that coma, going to teach you all about being a woman."
"But ... oh ... I don't know...!"
"Christ, don't argue with me, sweet baby! Climb onto the bed! Strip naked-pure first, then get on that bed with those pretty white legs spread wide! Your Edith's going to do it for you, hon ... and after that she's going to try and make you understand what it's all about!"
God, that night ... that spellbinding night! Beyond the raging ecstasy of Edith's knowing, expertly lashing tongue between her tremoring thighs, causing incredible spasms of pleasure within the tight crevice splitting her feverish young loins. Jeannie had been certain that there was and could be nothing more! Utter sensations of unknown rapture had drenched her nakedly twisting body with a sudden deluge of ecstasy that had made her a willing love slave to the stately black girl. The desire to crawl to her and humbly lick the soft fleshy cuntal lips so proudly nestled up between Edith's trim thighs was more fervent than any passion she had ever known. And it was only by consistent loving and gentle cuddling through long nights that Edith had finally reached her and made her understand that all real fulfillment for her rested in a man she had yet to meet. She had even taught her to experience orgasm with him, or any man, using a dildo belted to her strong feminine loins which squirted warm glycerine up into Jeannie's quaking belly as she came, making her know again and again the intoxicating beauty of what she'd insisted was normal sex.
And it had been! Jeannie knew this now, sensually admitting to the erotic truth her beloved teacher had so passionately taught. A world of parading in a Las Vegas chorus line had offered unlimited opportunities to prove it, both to her own physical satisfaction, and to the delight of the beautiful black girl naked Edith who had been found dead months back in that Washington whorehouse from an overdose of sleeping capsules.
That beautiful girl, how angry she'd be if she knew the way her white pussycat had cried and cried when she'd learned of her death, the ravishing brunette thought with tears clouding her almond-shaped onyx eyes, even more than she had at the death of her own mother. That exquisite ebony face ... it was embedded in the love section of her brain forever, much as her Teddy Bear's handsome one had deeply imprinted itself, even when she'd still believed that impossible! Edith would laugh at that, laugh warmly at the way she dreamed about him, several times awakening to find herself clutching the pillow where he ought to have been, wanting to kiss and hold him, the fire up between her hot tingling thighs aching for his long thick hardness fucking so wonderfully up into her craving belly, or his hungering mouth glued to her wildly seething pussy lips the way it had been that first night when they had found each other!
Love! That was the only word describing what had happened between them! Normal love had swept up Jeannie Smith! Unbelievable, but true! Though less than three hours before she'd been swapping her hard-core philosophy with some of the girls backstage after being selected for a party following the show, the club manager who handled such things grinning obscenely through his gold teeth as he told them what to expect and not to try and latch onto any permanent births ... or fall in love with their customers. "Especially you, Jeannie baby," he'd snickered, her viewpoints no secret around the place.
"Don't worry about Jeannie baby. She knows which side her bed is fluttered on," she'd quipped back at him in a cold tone she kept in reserve for fat, slobbery-lipped men over fifty who thought their dollars bought a girl's heart along with her ass. No filthy buck could buy her love she had profoundly believed as she stood there listening to his ugly mouth advising them that it was a party of business men who were paying big...."lots of loot, so all the way, chickies, no 'holes' bared, eh?"
Jeannie had hardly given his instructions second thought. What more could a party girl offer than cold carte blanche of her physical treasures, but there it ended, for that had become her dedicated way of life until her bank account was fat enough ... though God knows, she'd never anticipated Leo Gaine....
He was the average male, a little better looking maybe, and with a virilely attractive physique when nattily draped, but his kind had never impressed her. Usually, they were either an introvert, or married and obsessed with the idea that all women envied their wives, the type who usually sported a pair of pinching lobster claws for hands. Sometimes, she would get lucky and draw a queer. Leo Gaine was none of them: he was some sort of new specie whose shy grin almost immediately intrigued her and as well put her on her guard.
Their normal evening of drinking and hell-raising as they moved from club to club along the strip had done nothing but lessen her automatic dislike toward her handsome young escort who was yet to say a suggestive word or make a stab at the expected hand explorations. He hadn't even tried to kiss her! Instead, he'd just seemed to fascinate her with his every word and gesture, the unexpected phenomenon of him quietly building new and unfamiliar sensations inside her. Before she'd ever realized it, her defensive wall had crumbled, the charisma of him overwhelming her. When he did finally gather her into his arms in the back seat of a taxi, she had trembled in excited anticipation. He'd kissed her without a sexually probing tongue, mouth open and eager, his hot masculine breath like hypnotic anesthesia breathing into hers and rousing her own tiny tongue to tease the edges of his warm trembling lips.
Her Lover Boy had responded then, gasping aloud as his long, fiery tongue had thrust deep into her receptive mouth, and she'd sucked it with rising passion, everything that was to come to pass that night inspired from that initial moment! How long after that they had stood in the little wedding chapel, Jeannie couldn't remember. By that time, they'd both been drunk, the rest of their crowd long since happily deserting them, while alone they pledged such loving vows as he giving up gambling, which he never did, and she tossing away her cigars, which she never could. Stone drunk ... hardly the way to enter into a marriage, or was it? God, how dynamically he had made love to her that night ... or had it been morning ... daylight...? What difference behind closed drapes? Only that they had loved, sucked and fucked until both of them were exhausted from cumming; then they'd slept to wake 'again and love some more! Love, love, love, beautiful, sensual passion so joyfully filling her that she'd cried like a child in his arms with uncontrollable rapture the equal of which she'd never dreamed possible.
Even now as she lay back enchanted on her bed, the almost naked, long legged young woman had difficulty believing it was all a reality, married to a man she truly loved and whom she knew loved her, even though once emerged from their three-day orgy he'd shown tremulous signs of misgiving. But wasn't that what was said of all men once they woke up to learn the ultimate price of their Eve's juicy apple? She laughed warmly to herself. Her precious Teddy bear darling. He would acclimate, and soon he'd be coming home to love her, bringing all his clothes and private things from his apartment in Seattle to their little love nest for her to care for and look after. And this time, she wouldn't let the tail-end of his week with her take from their loving as it had before he'd left. He hadn't been himself, at least not the way she'd learned to know and love him, as if his work or something was bothering him, and she vowed to smother him with so much love that he wouldn't have a moment to think of anything else. That was her full time operation now, being his wife and making him happy, because when he was happy she knew she could be no other way....
What was that? The raven -haired bride sat up with a start, her partially naked curves rippling provocatively beneath the filmy negligee with the effort. It was! ... A key rattling in the lock! Teddy bear! He'd come home two days early ... !
CHAPTER FOUR
Leo Gaine had arrived in San Francisco with the nucleus of a plan formed in his burdened brain. He caught a cab at the airport and gave the driver the Hillsborough address where he had stashed his exquisite second wife in sheer desperation, once drunken insanity had phased into a torturous hangover, and finally reality had horrifyingly followed. He'd had to read the address from the back of a letter where he'd scratched it in pencil, and ironically enough, the envelope had been a forgotten stamped letter which Rita had given him to mail several weeks before. He glanced at the address, recognizing the feminine name of an old college acquaintance they both had known. Shaking his head, he shoved it back into his inner coat pocket, wondering if he was ever going to be normal again.
Christ, it had to work! It was the only thing he could think of, and he felt certain the company would advance him the cash. Rogers could swing it for him, but he'd yet to figure out what the logical need for such an amount was going to be, and, for that reason, he could give that the whole transaction had to be kept secret from Rita. Shit, he couldn't let Rogers, the company's General Sales Manager, get the slightest inkling of the truth. The fat-assed bastard wasn't that trustworthy, and really no friend of his either, but it was his business-written record and the way he handled his territory that was going to count ... only that was just half the battle. The main and roughest part was going to be convincing Jeannie that ten thousand dollars in her lovely hand would be worth much more to her than he could ever possibly be ... especially when he didn't really believe it himself. But what in hell else could he do?
Jesus Christ! Insane as it was, he loved his beautifully proportioned wife number two until he ached to the goddamned dregs of his balls, spontaneous and mad as their short-lived relationship had been; yet, at the same time, he actually twisted up inside at the thought of losing Rita. He'd been crazy-assed gone on that gorgeous, tawny-haired darling since the first day he'd laid eyes on her at school, a feeling of intense love which had become all the stronger since he'd gotten himself into this goddamned mess. Christ, he loved them both, but his fucking sanity was at stake! As sure as hell he'd wind up in a loony bin unless he put an end to this goddamned dilemma now, and the sooner he did it, the less it was going to hurt.
Rita held priority, which was the only way the chaotic young bigamist had been able to choose. Besides, Jeannie was a couple of years older and with broader shoulders, so to speak. There wasn't any question in his justifying brain but what she'd warmed a few beds before his, and had capably taken a few bruises along the way. A Vegas showgirl had to have graduated beyond the innocent class, though, if it weren't for Rita, none of that would matter a damn to him. But his beautiful wife number one did exist, maybe not innocent any more, but she had been the first time he'd crawled between her spread, warmly loving legs ... and yes, goddam nit, he owed her that priority ... !
His trembling hand fitted the key into the lock, but before he had a chance to turn it, the door burst inward and there stood his glamorous, breath-taking enigma like some gossamery veiled Aphrodite, unhidable joy lighting her beautiful young face, the majestic warm splendor of her sensual young body sweeping forward to engulf him with passionate kissing embraces ... and that was the last he remembered for five solid minutes!
Leo Gaine took the Scotch on the rocks that his stunning, nearly naked second wife placed happily in his hand after pressing him into an overstuffed chair and folding her generously rounded buttocks down lovingly onto his lap.
"Oh, you precious! I could eat you, teddy bear, for surprising me like this!" Jeannie passionately whispered, fastening her moistened ripe lips hungrily to his for the hundredth time in the short space of minutes. "I didn't expect you for at least two more days," she went on, unknotting his tie and opening his collar before kissing him again. "A girl could go mad, you know, darling, waiting for her lover to come and carry her off on his long white steed! Have you missed me? You haven't told me you loved me! Oh, don't say anything yet, sweet-face, just kiss your baby!"
Christ, he couldn't speak! He couldn't even think straight with the intoxicating warmth of her curvaceous body smothering him, the heady essence and exotic taste of her beauty mesmerizing him as it had from the very beginning. Her torrid, sweet breath was an aphrodisiac potently melting his goddamned brain cells, her tiny love-filled tongue a darting, lashing secret little weapon of mind-shattering destruction wildly flitting about the inside of his fever-rising mouth.
The hot, fleshy contours of her smoothly rounded buttocks wiggled down against the growing thick hardness inside his pants, sending lusty shivers racing up Leo's spine. Jesus Christ, he was unravelling! Her long raven hair concealed both of their clinging-mouthed faces like skeins of black shimmering silk as she clung to him with escaping little mewls and squirmed her voluptuous young curves in seductive delight down against his now fully erect cock."
"Mmmmmmmm, I love you, teddy bear," Jeannie whispered, kissing his nose and eyes, then taking the untouched drink from his hand to set on the stand beside them. Fiery anticipation had already crept through her sensuous young body at feeling his lust-thickened rod of flesh pressing upward against her resilient ass-cheeks. Knowing what it was doing to him, she gently undulated her buttocks down against its hot sinewy hardness. It had been over a week since she'd felt that beautiful hard male flesh up inside her belly, and now she didn't want to wait one more denying minute! "Let's not talk, my lover! Do hot fucky things to me first, before I burn right to a cinder! Your baby needs that handsome big charger of yours galloping right up into her love-wet pussy ... that is, if you still love her. Do you, precious?"
"Oh ... oh shit!" Leo simpered as he lustfully clutched her to him and continued running his big hands greedily over the soft, yielding curves her negligee so teasingly veiled. The intentions he'd had five minutes before were as forgotten as the other wife he'd left behind a few hours ago. And then his shapely second wife was slipping off his lap, downward onto her knees between his legs and gently spreading them apart to move between.
"I want to be the sexiest and most loving wife you'll ever have, darling," she breathed up at him.
"Christ!" Leo heard himself choke out at her spine-rattling words, and then he forgot about everything as her long slender fingers unbuckled his belt, opened the waist of his pants and unzipped his fly!
What had been a desperately contriving male brain earlier in the day was suddenly a libidinous mass of roused nerve tissue inside Leo Gaines' skull as he watched and felt the gorgeous, nearly naked girl kneeling between his legs slide her soft warm hand inside the cotton of his shorts to slowly encircle his eagerly throbbing penis, then bring it out into the cooling air with them.
"Oh damn, Jeannie baby!" he gasped, watching the blood-engorged rod of hardness jerk inside the soft whiteness of her small, loving hand.
"Mmmmmmm," Jeannie hummed, her passion-lighted dark eyes filling themselves on his long thick cock, the memorable size of it causing a tingling excitement to ripple through her loins and belly. Hers! This was really and truly by all legal right her own teddy bear's cock, and she adored it! "Oh darling, it's the most wonderful, beautiful love tool in the whole world ... and Jeannie idolizes it!"
"Oh shit!" the hypnotized young bigamist stupidly gulped beneath the waves of lewd desire building inside him. The sight of her full, nakedly swaying white breasts, with their hardened little cherry-tipped nipples, as she subserviently knelt and played between his spread legs, was quickly driving him out of his mind. Fuck, nothing else mattered ... except ... and he said, "K-keep that up, and it's going to explode right in your fiery little fist. Christ!" He watched the tiny drops of sperm seep warningly from the split at its tip to her gentle strokings!
"Oh no,, sweet-face, it would never do that to its loving mama," she passionately assured him. "It needs me too much ... I can tell."
It struck him then that he'd hardly even gotten to know her in the short time they'd spent together. He'd been too drunk from the beginning and then had remained that way to avoid the terrible truth of what he'd done. Goddamn, he could only barely remember making love to her that insane week, and now, suddenly, he was staring down from some erotic cloud, entranced by the lewd sight of her small white hand lovingly massaging and stroking his throbbing, hard penile flesh, drawing the heavy foreskin up and down to cover then expose his moistened cock-head. He knew she must have sucked his penis, but he couldn't actually remember it ... not really ... and now she was leaning over it, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to lick away the drops of escaped cum wetly glistening at its tip!
Oh sonofabitch...! How long had it been since Rita had sucked him ... or he had tongued that delicious hot pussy crevice up between her lovely white thighs? College ... the beginning, when they'd lived together ... before bored complacency ... He gasped aloud, his retrospect failing him as he reached down for both of Jeannie's resilient white breasts, releasing them from the negligee to cup their lush warmth. He tenderly kneaded them, as she slowly lowered her head and her soft, saliva-moistened lips warmly slid down over his pulsating cock-head.
Down, down and down, her lovely brunette head lowered, absorbing his thick aching cock up into her warm ovaled mouth, her eager little tongue lashing and loving teasingly against its rigid, thick-veined flesh. She raised her head then, her tightly clasping lips sucking their wet way to its very tip while her pleasure-bringing tongue swirled wildly, its end finally probing the tiny orifice of his cock-head once more!
Oh sweet shit! Leo's brain silently blurted in its single-tracked exclamations. That did it! His pulsating balls were churning like an automatic washer going through its cycle ... and they were getting ready to pump out the suds! "Jesus! Hold it ... wait!" he rasped, pressing her descending, suction-cupped mouth and lips up off his jerking cock almost in desperation as he struggled to his feet and began pulling at his clothes.
Jeannie couldn't help but laugh in wanton glee, her dark eyes aglow with the impassioned love and desire bubbling inside her sensuously hungering young body. She well knew what she'd done to her teddy bear, and she quickly sprung to her feet, slipping out of the whispering negligee before nakedly dancing toward the davenport and throwing her unveiled white curves down onto it with lust-inciting abandon.
"Here 'tis, baby-pie!" she egged seductively with a lewd little undulating hip and buttock movement meant only for loving husbandly consumption. "Your breakfast, lunch and dinner all warmed up ... even a place to store your walking stick if you like!"
"You teasing little bitch!" Leo responded, unable to hold back the salacious grin warping his face as she giggled and squirmed in erotic curves of white sluttish splendor before him, his enfeebled brain racing aimlessly like a rat in a treadmill. Stumblingly, he jerked and tossed the hampering imprisonment of her nakedness beyond anything he'd ever experienced. Christ! She wasn't just physically absolute ... that would have made her as undesirable as a marble sculpture ... she was vibrantly carnal and shamelessly eager for sex, as every man secretly dreamed his woman would be. Shit, he hadn't been as drunk as he thought! No wonder he'd married her ... !
"Oooooh ... what a big hard looking cock you have, Mr. Wolf!" Jeannie baby-voiced at him, twisting onto her side and stretching out licentiously as he moved toward her, the length of its thick hardness waggling while his cum-bloated balls swung with thrilling promise down between his thighs.
"All the better to probe your hot little belly with my dear," he answered, falling readily into her fairy-tale game as he threw himself onto the narrow davenport facing her.
"B-but it's like a huge, mean tree, and I might have to scream for the woodsman to come and cut it down before it hurts me!" she went on, her sparkling eyes and taunting half-smile like some injected drug firing through his veins.
"Don't be a drag, Cinderella!" he hissed into her teasing, beautiful face, his strong arms wrapping hungrily around her.
"That was Little Red Riding Hood, sweet-face," she tittered, kissing him on the tip of his nose.
"I don't give a fuck if it was King Kong! Come here you devil's dream! Daddy's about to stuff you so full of cock you'll think you were embalmed when he's through!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"No?" he said, his mouth greedily finding hers as he ran his hot hands over her silken flesh in blinding desire. He caught the enticing full mound of one ripened breast, its firm yet yielding warmth and straining little nipple feeding his lust as he mauled it to raise a whimper from her.
Jeannie lifted one leg, wrapping its full, tapering thigh over his, her arms winding around his neck, and he crushed her against the back of the davenport, his thick throbbing cock furrowing into the wet, hair-lined crevice of hot flesh up between her legs. She gasped and clung to him passionately, one small hand smoothing down the muscles of his athletic back, her full quivering breasts digging into his sparsely-haired chest.
"Oh "daddy wolf, what're you going to do to me ..-, and how soon?" she whispered hotly against his kissing lips.
"Bury an old bone as quick as I can find a hole!"
"Oh God, then let me help!" she said quickly, reaching down between their nakedly entwined bodies to grasp his pulsating cock-shaft.
Expertly, she guided its sleek mushroom-shaped head forward, separating the fleshy folds of her fevered cunt lips. Then, placing it strategically at her hotly nibbling vaginal mouth, she clutched at his hip and pulled down with surprising strength in an effort to force his long hard penis up into her cunt. "Now, teddy bear! Bury it right up in there where it'll be nice and warm and safe .,.!,! Oooohhhh lover, fuck it into me! Baby needs it so bad ... so bad...! Aaaah ... yessss .-. . yesssssssss, that's the way! Oh God ... deeper, deeper, darling, way up into my belly ... your precious hard cock ... slipping right up into my steamy cunt to fill me with your love! Oooohhh ... again, again, my darling ... like that! So beautiful ... I can feel your swollen balls 'every time against my ass! Aaaahhh ... heavenly...!"
Leo's brain reeled in wild excitement at the incessant stream of lewd phrases hissing passionately from her beautiful lips as his thick aching cock raced up the slippery sheath of her dilated cuntal passage! Sweet Christ! Leave her? He'd have to be out of his goddamned gourd! Fuck, he was already a borderline case ... what the hell ... but, Jesus, he couldn't lose her, he insanely reasoned as she thrust her rounded white hips and buttocks forward in eager wantonness to absorb his long bigamist cock deep up into the hotly clutching little oven of her belly! Sonovabitch! When the time came to face the music, he'd just kill himself, that's all ... but not today!
Jeannie moaned pleasurably before him, the amazing tightness of her sleek, grasping pussy-channel swallowing his penis with a skilled muscular sucking action that he had no recollection of from his lost week, and, now, raising a loud groan from the depths of his chest. Christ, where had she ever learned to fuck like this ... or did it just come naturally?
She whimpered again, making deliberate little movements which he readily understood to mean she wanted to change position. He raised up to let her slide excitedly beneath him, spreading her satiny white thighs wide and drawing them back for him to fit himself socket-fashion against her naked loins, his long thick cock still buried deep in the liquid heat of her tightly clasping vagina. Slowly, then, he withdrew his wetly glistening cock while they both looked down lustfully to watch. He pulled out the thick shaft of flesh until only its blood-engorged head remained inside her sucking little pink hole ... and suddenly he couldn't stand it any longer! He was going to fuck her until he croaked right there!
The boggle-brained young husband thrust forward, driving his pulsating cock up into the hotly seething canal between her beautiful widespread legs.
Only the lust-inflamed rapture of the moment existed! Nothing else ... nothing, but the erotic sensation of his long thick hardness ramming deep up inside the smooth caressing walls of her cunt ... nothing but the enchanting insanity of fucking this delectable female creature who was really his very own wife!
He quickly fell into a furious rhythm, thrusting the thick length of his heavy penis up into her steaming secret flesh with jarring force, ramming and pounding, the profuse flow of her intimate secretions coating and easing the way for his every plunge. He could feel its swollen rubbery head pummeling her tender cervix, while his sperm-laden balls beat down against her tiny naked anus in a lewd tattoo.
Jeannie purred catlike with the pain-pleasure, writhing in moments of unexpected brief agony beneath him as the spongy head of his big delicious cock battered the soft quaking depths of her yielding belly. To her masochistic delight, she realized that her moments of unsuppressed pain were inciting his masculine lust all the more, and he began driving harder up into her, reaching hidden depths seldom explored. He ground his pelvis fiercely against her sensitive loins, flexing his expanded cock-head with sadistic throbs at the apex of every in-charge to force groans from her throat ... until finally he panted to a halt, and she knew it was to let the mounting pressure from his wild fucking subside once more within him.
Little mewling sounds of passionate servitude uncontrollably bubbled from her opened lips as she lay there in the hot heaven beneath him. completely subjugated to her teddy bear's meagerest whim. She was his love slave, her lover-darling's own private whore, she reasoned enchantedly, totally impaled on his delicious hard cock probing the intricate throbbing depths of her love-hole up between her legs. In glazed rapture, she looked up at his handsome face, sensations of super-happiness flushing wildly through her tremulous naked body at the trace of sadistic love she read there ... and then he was tormentively flexing his blood-swollen cock-head again and again to force uncontainable gasps of pleasure from her sensually slackened lips.
His passion-crazed new bride strained greedily up against him, and Leo ground harder into her hot susceptible flesh, feeling her arch her desire-moistened pussy up to him, lifting both their naked bodies from the cushions while she continued to whimper unceasingly, and again he worked into a rhythmic, fucking cock-tempo. He sensed her long, trim legs tightening and releasing him at his pistoning hips as she began to labor up and down the rigid shaft of his glistening white cock with her tightly grasping pussy until they'd established a mutual cadence, and her lovely head began to toss from side to side, her long raven hair flailing wildly like a nun's veil, while her mouth gaped open in a wild abandon.
"Ooooooo ... ooooohh," she began to coo and shiver beneath him. "M-my precious love forever! You're driving me mad with fucky-joy! Oooooh ... sweet-face ... daddy wolf ... screw your Red Riding Hood until she squeals for mercy! Make her your mama wolf ... your slaving bitch! Use her, darling ... do everything ... anything you want to her! Oooohhh ... now, teddy bear, s-slip your finger up into my ass! Please, precious, right now ... do it!" she begged impassionedly.
And a new current of goatish lust surged furiously through Leo Gaine's brain with the subtle impact of a train wreck, its jarring force vibrating to the depths of his boiling loins and the swollen tip of his painfully throbbing cock. His big hands groped, reaching in under her grinding ass-cheeks to the smooth widespread crevice separating her buttocks while she continued to pant upward in short hot breaths into his face, and he fucked his rampaging penis relentlessly up into the searing heat of her twitching little cunt. Using his outstretched middle finger, the fired-up young bigamist found the tight elastic ring of puckering anal flesh. It was wet from the warm seepage trickling down from where his solid hardness fucked steadily into her cock-stretched pussy.
Jeannie tremored erotically as his fingertip nudged her tight little hole, and she felt now the mounting sensations of lewd anticipation beginning to rage through her naked body.
To Leo's surprise, she pressed her quivering ass-cheeks back against the stiffened invader. Uncontrollably, he pushed hard up into the hotly resisting passage, the dimpled ring of delicate flesh opening like a small mouth to suck his finger lewdly up inside to his bent knuckle joint. He felt her lurch beneath him, almost as if, with a sudden change of mind, she wanted to expel the thick, penis-like intruder, and then, slowly, her tight resisting little anus relaxed its tension, giving itself to him wantonly.
"Oh God, daddy, I'm never going to let you out of my sight again!" Jeannie whispered, as she squirmed her heatedly quivering pussy without shame onto his hardened cock and her naked buttocks down joyously onto his finger. "I don't care if we have to get welfare, or your baby has to take in washings. I've got to have you here where you can love me by the clock at least a half-dozen times a day ... say nothing of the nights, precious!"
Leo half-grinned down into her lustfully sparkling eyes, mindlessly wishing things could be that simple, yet at the same time refusing to face the looming reasons why it couldn't. "You're love-high," he said, his grin broadening.
"Oh sweet-face, Jeannie's cock-high, that's what she is! Your magnificent prick stuffed way up inside my hot belly is making your baby hallucinate ... not to mention your naughty finger playing fucky games right up in my asshole. Oh God, darling, I want to smother you in my love!"
And, with that, the overwhelming lush white beauty of her engulfed him inside smooth, naked arms that clung and demanded with hidden strength, pulling him down until his chest crushed the full mounds of her straining, nipple-crested breasts, while her moistened ripe mouth and fiery tongue kissed, sucked and laved at his face until he was damned near breathless. "Oh lover ... why haven't you got two handsome cocks so you could fuck me with one while I sucked the other until your hot cum would squirt down my throat?"
"Goddamn!" he blurted, the voluptuous showgirl's lust-probing wish enough to wreck his equilibrium. He struggled for leverage, beginning to fuck desperately up into the warmly enclosing flesh between her firm young thighs once more.
"A a a a ah ... that's my lover ... fucky-fucking his slave-baby with his big hard cock!" she sighed like a child gratefully showing her adoring appreciation, caressing his face as he half-raised in his distorted position. "Oooohh, teddy bear, now ... nowwww ... shove your finger way up into my ass as far as you can and fuck me hard ... hard, lover! It's time! Make me know you love your little pussy-baby!"
Shit! He was going absolutely bananas from the torment of raw lust firing the furnace in the depths of his throbbing loins! There was no question but what he'd been drunk when he'd married and lived with her that forgotten week, because he'd never, in all his escapades, even remotely known a girl to be as hot and abondoned, yet so shamelessly wonderful! What he chose to think of as his brain was spinning like a carousel gone berserk when he thrust his hand forward, simultaneously increasing the stroke of his lust-thickened cock fucking her greedily clasping cunt walls, while, at the same time, feeling the smooth rubbery sheath of her tight little rectum spasming around the full length of his finger poking to the palm of his hand. She choked out a moaning whimper of pain-pleasure, the beautiful glazed jewels of her dark eyes signaling up to him all of the erotic enchantment his pistoning cock and finger were bringing her.
Then, Jeannie skewered her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks back and down onto the distended finger that was searching, thrusting, routing the hot elastic depths of her nether channel, openly reveling in its unnatural presence up in the soft fleshy inlet of her rectum. At the same time, Leo could feel the in and out pistoning of his rigid cock-shaft through the thin membrane separating the dual passages. Oh Christ! His balls were going to shatter if he didn't blow them out soon!
Mercilessly, he initiated an obscene rhythm between cock and finger until he was fucking into her in vigorous unison to her continual groans beneath him. She strained her full, gaping thighs as she spread them even wider, giving him unhindered freedom to his ravishment of the warm wet flesh so intimately centered up between her long, showgirl legs! He sensed his blood-locked penis uncontrollably expanding then, growing more and more inside her tightly clasping pussy toward that blinding instant when it would burst into a wild jerking frenzy with the crazy needling pressure building in his bloated testicles.
The young husband gaped down at where his long thick cock was riding with glistening white sleekness in and out between the wetly clinging, curl-fringed lips of her cunt. His muscular naked body shivered in lewd delight at the erotic feel of her fleshy folds clasping like little lips to his rigid member as it hammered without mercy up into her quivering little pussy. The loud animal grunts that were escaping him were not of his own volition when he started to batter into her with longer, harder, quickened plunges, while his embedded finger wormed deeper up into the now-licentiously-stretched rectal depths. She gripped him tightly over his arched back with her firm sleek thighs pressed urgently against his ribs, and he heard her begin a husky guttural moaning, as basic and animalish as his own. He felt her dancer's powerful thighs opening and closing around him as she lurched upward onto his raging cock and then thrust her swivelling ass-cheeks backwards to devour his middle finger in the rhythmic cadence of his savage assault between her legs.
"Ooooohh ... my teddy bear, darling ... you're superb! Give it to me, sweet-face ... all of it, just as hard as you can! Oh damnnn ... fuck it, lover, fuck it!" she choked out, driving her hard little heels into the solid flesh of his back before raising her long white shapely legs up over his broad shoulders to present him with the flat, widespread panorama of her naked pink cunt and anus! Her eyes, as did her white, even teeth, clenched tightly shut then, her stunning face twisting and straining in a grotesque march of lust as her orgasm swept dynamically over her.
As promised, she whimpered, moaned, and began to squeal, but never for mercy, Leo crazily reasoned when she pulled her thighs back tighter and the salacious splendor of her reddish-pink, hungrily sucking cunt-slit was his to use in any manner he chose. She humped her wildly convulsing vagina up at his torturously swollen cock with bruising force, her mouth slack and her nostrils flaring wide, a near-shrieking cry wringing from her as she fucked in wanton desperation. She made one final lunge upward and held her pussy impaled on his long, thick hardness, clinging there while the convulsing inner muscles of her heated cuntal sheath milked him as he had never been milked before!
The sensations of her orgasmic ecstasy opened the sluice-gate to the dammed-up cum in his balls! While her passionate vaginal walls released their warm gushes of liquid passion around his wildly jerking cock, drenching the throbbing organ and flooding back to deluge his balls, he sensed his own hot, thick sperm racing the full length of his spasming penis. Pleasure wracked his powerful young frame as she writhed and lurched in complete abandonment beneath him. His thick burgeoning penis felt as though it were being devoured, as the fleshy lips of her cunt pulled feverishly at it, and his boiling white sperm spurted from his cock-tip far up into her wildly quivering belly.
"Ooooooh ... ooooohhhh ... ooohhhhh!" Jeannie wailed. "Fill me, teddy bear, darling! All of it ... I want every teeny drop of your precious cum!"
Leo couldn't make a sound, it had choked in his constricting throat as his energy pumped out the nozzle of his wildly ejaculating cock. Finally, with a sigh, he slumped forward, collapsing on top of her sweat-streaked body, feeling his hot liquid semen blending with her female love-juice.
It seemed incredibly and erotically endless ... until his illegal young bride, in exhaustion, gave one last squirming spasm, then twitched to a final lifelessness, lying beautifully and contentedly still, her heart pounding in her breast beneath him. Finally, she said "L-let's just rest for a while, darling, before we try that again. Ooooohh sweet-face, it's so wonderful to have you home. Jeannie isn't going to let her teddy bear husband out of her arms all day...!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Bruser, the massive Alsatian dog, paced uneasily through the Gaine house the remainder of the day. Several times his young master allowed him outside within the fenced yard, but the big animal found little solace from the unreleased ruttish turbulance churning in his powerful loins. He remembered this same torment from the times before with the woman called Sandy and could not understand why it had to be. Pleadingly, he had looked up at his young master's grinning face and whimpered, only to hear him laugh and playfully maul his ears, but instinctively, the mighty dog sensed that the boy understood, and, although he did not know the meaning of the sounds his master spoke softly down at him. Bruser began to feel that somehow Art would help.
Art Cody, in fact, was nervous himself, both tension and lewd anticipation constantly gnawing at him throughout the remainder of the day. He found it difficult to occupy himself with anything except ogling after his breath-taking young aunt's seductive curves so provocatively out-lined beneath the white knitted short shorts and halter ensemble enviously hugging them. Finally, he had taken up a central position in the living room with a book from which he could readily fill his hungering teenage eyes without her knowing, although several times she had caught him staring but had merely smiled, unaware, he hoped, of the lusting thoughts continually racing through his mind.
He could still hardly believe the salacious orgy he'd watched through his telescope, especially as he sat there stealing glances at the shapely, fawn-haired young woman going about her housekeeping duties. But, whenever doubt cropped up to make him wonder if he was losing his buttons, something would happen, such as the way he caught her numerous times looking down at where Bruser lay at his feet, a partially hidden smile lighting her beautiful face and those round blue eyes glimmering like secret planets millions of miles off. No, there wasn't any goddamned question but what he'd actually witnessed the wildest frigging sex show of his life ... luscious Aunt Rita first going out of her skull to Bruser's tonguing up between her gorgeous legs before she obscenely used his nose to fuck her hot little pussy! Christ, every time he thought of it, his loony cock began to jerk and throb all over again. The bastardly thing hadn't really gone down all day, and his sperm-bloated balls felt as tight and swollen as a basketball, to say nothing of the constant tormenting ache deep in his groin.
The nervously aroused sixteen year old didn't have any set plan of offense, even though he'd formed a half-dozen or more in his shrewd calculating brain. But, in lieu of that, he was wildly strong in another department determination! He knew full well he'd probably never get another chance if he passed this one up, and that he'd never forgive himself for the rest of his life if he didn't take advantage of it. Christ, he was actually coming apart inside just thinking about it ... though he hardly knew what the hell he was going to do to her once and if, he got there! It was obvious that she was a real hot doll, and that his Uncle Leo evidently couldn't keep her happy with his man-cock. That was one of the big things frightening him. If Uncle Leo couldn't do it, what the hell could he ever expect to do for her? And he didn't want to look like some goddamned pantywaist. Oh shit! He didn't give a damn; someway it was going to happen ... had to ... just had to or he was going to blow his tube!
Her nephew's uneasiness had caught Rita's eye several times as she moved about the house running through daily chores, even though her still sensually steeped young mind was hardly on what she was doing. Tiny tingles of erotic satisfaction continued to tranquilize her soft belly and susceptible girlish loins far into the day, yet at the same time she had only to glance down at her animal-lover lying at Art's feet to sense new excitement come alive inside her. God, she wasn't sorry in the least for her bestial act, and she supposed that made her some sort of animal herself, but she knew she would do it again if she had the opportunity ... and what else was her conniving visionary brain trying to do but make that opportunity! But damn, she had to be so careful with Art right there in the house; he was so unpredictable, and as uneasy as a cat looking for a place to potty as she'd already discovered.
On further thought as she began to prepare dinner, the scheming young housewife concluded that Art's edginess was probably due to his coming chess match the next afternoon, which was quite understandable. After all, he was only a boy, and he'd said he was to play a man named Sasha from Russia. She remembered then that she was to take him into Seattle for the contest and mentally decided what she would wear. The poor boy, it must be a strain on him, and he looked so awkwardly unsettled ... had ever since he'd been there, now that she had come to know him and his mannerisms a little better. After dinner, she would spend time with him and try to calm him a bit. They were supposed to play some chess anyway ... but God, what would he ever think if he knew what she and his handsome pet had done that morning on the bed ... and hopefully might repeat, if she could only conjure up a way.
Slipping a small roast into the oven, Rita then poured a Coke over ice, made herself a meager pitcher of martinis and joined her young guest in the living room.
"Oh thanks, Aunt Rita," Art said as she set the soft drink beside him, then curled into a chair across the room, folding her smooth naked legs partially beneath her and holding the thin-stemmed cocktail glass in salute.
"Cheers, darling," she proposed and he nodded, sipping with her. "I'm only going to spend a minute with you, then I must shower and change for dinner."
The thought of her shedding her short shorts and halter for something more concealing disappointed Art, but he couldn't see as there was much he could do about it. Then, she fastened her attention onto Bruser at his feet, speaking to the eager-eared pussy-licker and that' gave him a chance to feast on the white satiny flesh of her full thighs. The way she was sitting with both legs drawn up snugly together beneath her enabled the excited teenager to see where the fleshy cleft of her buttocks began, even the white band of her nylon panties. Her lushly rounded ass-cheeks strained against the knitted material of her shorts, stretching the tight crotch strip disappearing between her thighs. As a matter-of-fact, the crotchband hugged her so tightly there that he could plainly see the indentation of her fleshy cunt lips.
He sensed his face flushing and when she suddenly asked him in a concerned tone if he was feeling all right, he said: "Yeah ... sure, I feel fine. I-I was just wondering if I should change for dinner, too?"
"Heavens no, darling. It's just that I've been working around all day and well, you know even girls get a bit sweaty." Rita laughed, sipped at her drink and swung to her feet. "I'll only be a few minutes and be back to join you. By that time my roast'll need attention."
She started away and the teenager glued his greedy eyes on the voluptuous rolling sway to her full rounded hips and buttocks, his mouth dry as he gaped after her. Suddenly, she stopped and turned. "There's lots of Coke in the fridge if you want it, dear."
"Th-thanks," he replied, her smile damned near melting him. And then Bruser was on his feet and whimpering as he stood there watching her.
"What's wrong with him, Art? D-does he want to come with me?" There was undeniable hope in her voice.
"No. He wants out again," the boy quickly answered, his lie meant to end any sudden ideas she might have gotten. Sonovabitch, he had no goddamned intentions of letting them in there alone together!
"Oh ... all right," she seemed to almost pout before disappearing into her room, the door closing behind her.
Jesus, Art thought, she had ideas all right. Why the hell else would she've let Bruser in there with her? She wanted another go with him ... wanted him to lick her hot little pussy some more! Holy Christ, she was the steamiest goddamned chick he'd ever heard of ... and he was going to try to get next to her? Horse shit! She'd take you on for the prelims, Cody! You better stick to your telescope and right hand! In fact, his fuckheaded cock was so aching hard at that very moment that he could cry ... !
* * *
Jeannie Smith Gaine sat in the cozy living room of their small Hillsborough apartment in her black negligee, a long twenty-five cent cigar clenched angrily between her even white teeth, the room clouded with its heavy billows of blue smoke. Her almond-shaped dark eyes stung from the three stages they had passed through in the last hour, and like her little up-tilted nose that was red at the tip, their rims were blood-shot where the whites should be, while their pupils were blazing, enraged black embers at the moment.
He was gone, the bastard! Instead of coming home two days early as she'd joyously thought, the sonovabitch had just dropped by for a fast piece of ass on his way to a meeting in Philadelphia, or some such shit! God, she couldn't believe it when he'd finally gotten it out after a full ten minutes of stammering around.
"Philadelphia! B-but you just got here!" she wailed.
"I know, I know, darling, and you never gave me a chance to tell you that I flew in to see you before I had to leave!" he'd flabbered, picking up and pulling on his clothes from where he'd thrown them all over the room, while she had sat upright on the davenport to stare at him in her nakedness, never feeling more like one of Black Maggie's whores since the day she'd left there.
"W-well ... well ... well I'll be goddamned!" she'd uncontrollably gasped, the first stage, that of the love-struck new bride, passing like the results of a cathartic. "Why didn't you tell me, damnit?"
"Jeannie, I tried, honest, but ... well, you had other ideas...."
"And you thought it'd be better to wait until after, right?"
"No! That's not it at all, for Christ's sakes!" he'd blurted, trying to put on a sock in a standup position and hopping all over the room. "Oh come on, hon, let's not argue like this. Christ, I can't help it if the company...."
"And all the time I thought you had come home to me early ... brought all of your things to move in and...."
"Please Jeannie? Don't you understand? I haven't had time, and then this emergency meeting in Philadelphia came up," he tried to explain. "I could have called you from there rather than flying down here you know, but don't you see, I had to be with you and hold you in my arms before I went away from you for another whole week or more...."
"You forgot about dipping your wick, Mr. Gaine!" she spat at him, nakedly standing and snatching up her negligee from the floor. "Not that you couldn't find some ready hole in that burg and accomplish the same ends, but this one does still hold a certain new intrigue for you I should imagine."
"Jeannie ... goddamn it, stop that talk will you please?" he begged, hopping on one foot toward her, then dropping it to the floor with his sock still dangling as he forcefully took her into his arms, and she slipped into stage two ... cried. "Oh baby ... damn, don't carry on like this. It's just for a week. I'm not off to the Crusades or something...."
"But you should have told me the very first thing, sweet-face ... not let me get my heart set on your staying," she insisted in her softened, tear-choked voice. "God, I was so happy to see you and have you home with me...."
"All right, I'm sorry, baby. I should have told you the first thing. It's all my fault and ... and I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."
"J-just hurry back home to me, teddybear ... that's all I ask ... and ... and keep away from those Philadelphia girls."
"Don't be ridiculous, hon," he'd laughed then kissed her warmly. "You're the only girl I care about."
"You better say that if you know what's good for you, Leo Gaine," she had said with a smile, pressing him back toward the davenport. "Now, sit down there and let me put those damned socks on for you. If you don't hurry you'll miss your plane...."
And she had ... actually gotten down on her knees at his feet for a second time in a matter of short hours, only this occasion was to put his goddamned socks and shoes on him! And it was then, while she was searching for his other sock beneath the sofa that she spotted the white envelope with their own address scratched on the back in pencil. She had started to bring it out, but something had told her not to, and instead she had pushed it further back out of sight.
Not until after her darling, sweet-face, teddybear had smothered her in kisses, ran his big hot hands hungrily over her several times, then dashed out the door, had she retrieved the envelope. For a long while she had just sat there staring at it, afraid to venture into the privacy enclosed inside, for it was unopened and unpostmarked. It had never been mailed! The addressee was female, a Heidi Camp in Nigel, Washington, and written in the obvious dainty hand of another female. But more important was the back of the envelope where her address was scrawled in pencil. On the flap and in the same delicate handwriting addressing the envelope was written the name Rita Gaine, 17360 Arroya Way, Woodland Hills, Washington!
H-his sister? Mother? An aunt, cousin, or relative of some description? Oh God! She had to know ... had to ... !
Phase three had rapidly followed the reading of that damning letter. She had already been too drained for further tears even though the shock had brought a limited instant flood, but they were short-lived in the pangs of screaming rage ripping at her soft insides. Oh, the lousy bastard! One Rita Gaine, like herself, was a Mrs. Leo, and the longer she sat there fuming and puffing at the cigar while her mind raced in rampant fury, the heartbroken and incensed young woman couldn't help but wonder if and how many more Mrs. Gaines there might be!
One thing for sure, she vowed, her lovely teeth clenching to nearly bite through the rolled leaves of dark tobacco, that bigamist bastard was going to pay right through the nose! He was going to know that Jeannie Smith Gaine was one bitch not to be taken lightly!
And with that, the voluptuous brunette showgirl bolted to her feet in search of her bottle of Old Grandad. She needed some brain stimulant to help her keep her cool while she made her plans. No use charging off half-cocked. After all, this proved it for certain; she'd been right in the first place. There never lived a man worth his goddamned salt!
CHAPTER SIX
Rita felt comfortably woozy. She probably shouldn't have mixed and drunk that extra pitcher of martinis, say nothing of the wine through dinner, but she'd known the need of some sort of strengthener to help her exercise sensible restraint before she really jammed her foot in the bucket. Art might be just a boy, but he was certainly no fool, and for her to take another ridiculous chance with his beautiful Bruser could well wind up catastrophic for her at best. God, she had to keep her wits and just bide her time. The drinks would help calm the rekindled little bed of hot coals smoldering intimately in the secret depths of her, too, or perhaps make her sleepy as always ... and as a last resort she still had her finger and imagination if that became necessary to finally reach sleep.
Art, the darling, was being very patient with her stupidity, explaining again and again the reason for this move or another, but when she had no interest it was difficult to grasp the progression of the pieces on the chess board between them. More magnetically attracting was the handsome dog who lay on the floor at their feet with his deep brown eyes constantly on her, his tall ears regally erect in that manner of captivation peculiar to him, and she could barely keep her roused mind off their naughty little party that morning.
"Well, that's a couple of basic offenses, Aunt Rita," Art said, trying to concentrate his unreadable eyes on the board rather than the low-cut, loose blouse and tiny mini-skirt his uncle's sexy young wife had changed into, their style and brevity as teasingly revealing in their own way as the short shorts outfit. Christ, the deep fleshy cleft between her firm white tits was just about to snap a cord or something in his aching cock, it was so goddamned hard. He wasn't certain whether she was wearing a brassiere or not, but if she was there sure wasn't much to it. "O-Of course, there're many more such offenses, but those I've shown you are the simpler ones."
"Art, you're a dear to spend this time with me, but I think I'm a little too dense tonight for deep concentration ... sleepy too, I'm afraid."
Her smile, meant to be warm, was more wooden. From the fucking booze, the teenager reasoned bitterly, having seen the same effects more than once on his mom. Goddamn, it wasn't going to happen for him, was it? She was just two shades away from suggesting they turn-in so that he'd get his sleep for tomorrow's match, or some similar crap. All his hopes and plans ... shit, he might've known ... and his goddamned guts were knots of aching pressure, his numbed prick had been hard so long. But what the hell could he do? ... except go into his bedroom and beat the hell out of it!
"Anyway, I think it would be a good idea if you got a good night's rest, young man, with the tournament tomorrow, don't you?" Rita suggested, the first inkling of a wild idea darting through her liquor-stimulated mind.
"I ... yet ... but it's only nine-thirty, Aunt Rita."
"I know, dear, but you're going to need all your thinking capacities in top condition with that Mr. Sasha, right?"
Art nodded. There was nothing else for him to do but agree. Anyway, he was going to be around for a few more days and nights, and maybe ... just maybe ... He began picking up the ivory pieces and placing them in their velvet-lined case.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink, dear, before we run off?" she asked, getting to her feet.
"No, no thank you. I'm filled up."
"A coke maybe? I think I'll make myself a night-cap," Rita said, stealing a glance down at Bruser's ever watchful eyes.
"No, nothing thank you, Aunt Rita," the teenager answered, stretching up out of the chair to his full, rangy six-feet and picking up his chess set. He realized that his swollen hardness had to be bulging out the front of his pants, and this time he hoped to hell she would see it! "Bruser and I'll just go along if you'll excuse us."
"Of course, darling. Y-You two go ahead and ... and I'll close up the house for the night," the curvaceous, fawn-haired young wife stammered, trying to hold onto her smile as her avid eyes caught sight of the unmistakable protrusion behind the fly of his trousers. God, this was the second time today she had seen it hard like that! Was it her? Or did all teenaged boys run around like that all the time. My God!
"Good night, Aunt Rita."
"G-Good night, Art ... Bruser...."
Rita stood there until she heard his door close, then went into the kitchen to mix herself a Scotch and soda. Her hands were trembling, and her abdomen was alive with gnawing little spasms from the excitement and tension fermenting inside her. The knowledge that his virile young penis had been hard wasn't doing a thing to lessen her inner tempest either. Lord, it looked so big for just a boy, she sensuously thought once more. Oohhh ... she was actually wet up between her thighs with the warm moisture seeping from between her vaginal lips, dampening the narrow nylon crotch-band of her panties. Damn, she was keyed-up all right, but she knew it was her sudden inspiration of a plan to seduce the willing Alsatian dog again more than the out-lined sight of his young master's concealed erection.
Not that she had reached such baseness where she preferred an animal to a human, the feverishly infused girl quickly reassured herself as she swallowed heavily from her drink, but good God, she'd certainly never have anything of that nature to do with her own husband's nephew ... nor with any other man for that matter! Hadn't she built an entire world of erotic fantasy around herself for just that very reason? But beautiful lovers like Bruser would never cause her a worry ... they were gallantly silent!
Draining the glass, Rita hastily made herself another for the bedroom before locking doors and turning off lights. In her room, she began to undress slowly, spacing the ritual with sips from her drink. There was no hurry. She wanted to give the teenager ample time to fall into sleep before she approached his door. The rest, she felt certain, should come off quite simply, once Bruser recognized her ... and when they were finished, she would just take him back to the boy's room. Art'd never know the difference.
She stripped to panties and brassiere before her vanity mirror, narcissistically admiring the white shapeliness of her curved young body reflected in the glass. Sexy brassieres and panties were always more provocative to her than total nakedness, at least to look at. Especially was this sensuous undies set with its lacy sling bra and ultra scanty-briefs in what the company called nudette-nylon. Leo had undoubtedly been harboring some lusty thoughts the day he'd bought them for her in Hollywood, but by the time he'd gotten them home he had evidently thought himself to satisfaction ... there'd been little more to it than that for her.
Oh, poor Leo, she thought subconsciously, striking a side pose to better see the jutting, pointed contours of her full breasts and smoothly rounded buttocks. He wasn't really to blame ... he worked too hard ... God, her pink little nipples were as hard as marbles. She could see their embossed tips and surrounding halos right through the lacy material ... just as the light curls at the base of her belly shadowed the swelling V-shaped mound up between her sleek young thighs. And there was a darker shade of wetness apparent there too ... Damn, would he be asleep yet?
Art wasn't, in fact, he was a long ways from it as he lie there stripped to gangly nakedness and stretched out on the top of his unopened bed staring down at his up-thrusting rod of throbbing flesh. He had shaded the small bedside lamp with a towel to diffuse the light, trying to keep it from showing beneath his door, but keeping enough light that he could still lustfully watch the pumping strokes of his own hand, which was the best he was going to be able to do this night. He could think of his voluptuous aunt though, and the way she had wildly hung onto Bruser's head while he licked her fuzzy wet cunt and she humped her beautiful ass right up at his buried face! And the teenager did, gently working the thick outer skin of his stone-hard penis up and down to reveal then cover its moistened, blood-engorged head, completely unaware of the knob on the door silently turning or of the barrier inching inward without a sound. Not even Bruser who lay on the floor beside the bed casually watching his young master had yet sensed the outside presence....
Rita couldn't rid herself of the almost thief-like feeling washing shiveringly over her as she moved stealthily along the hallway in the darkness, and she had to remind herself twice that she was in her own home. She had slipped into a wrapper after stripping completely naked, then gone over her story several times if by chance the boy might still be awake or she should make a noise to arouse him. She was just looking in to see that he was all right and to bid him good night ... or she could say that she thought she had heard him call. Yes, perhaps the last one was best, the tensed young woman decided as noiselessly she caught hold of the knob and carefully turned it.
The unusualness of the dimmed glow that first greeted her peering eyes confused Rita, and for a moment she stood there with the door only slightly cracked, trying to place its source. There was no lamp in the room to give off such an illumination she well knew and curiosity alone was enough to make her quietly press the door further inward ... until at first she caught sight of a pair of naked feet ... crossed at the ankles ... then thin, hairy legs ... knees ... thighs ... and, and ... I-It was his ... his testicles and swollen penis! Good Lord! His hand was wrapped right around it, and ... he was stroking himself, his hair-covered teenage loins straining right up off the bed to his furious pumping fist!
The shocked young wife might have stepped back out of respect for his privacy if nothing more had she not been jarred to the sudden watery joints of her knees by the lewd spectacle, and before she could regain her composure Bruser growled out his greeting! But during that space of fleeting seconds before her presence was detected, Rita couldn't resist focusing her bugging blue eyes on his long, thickly hardened cock which twice that day had tested her mental calculation. She stared at its bloated, fiery head being wetly exposed with every vigorous down-stroke of his busy hand. The size of his youthful, swollen balls beneath resulted in the sensual realization that there was nothing boyish about this youth's genitals.
What should have been repulsion and anger bubbling up inside her at the degrading insult of committing his obscene act right there as a young guest in her home was anything but, the stunned, gaping wife had to acknowledge to herself. Instead, the lustful sight of his angular nakedness and youthful, big hard cock clutched so lewdly in his gaunt stroking hand immediately created lurid sensations of hunger in her wetly throbbing cunt. The young blonde housewife felt her own breathing quicken reflexively with the surge of hot blood pounding in her roused feminine veins, and she couldn't hold back the gasp which escaped her, giving away her voyeuristic presence to the massive Alsatian dog.
To the tail-wagging animal's throaty growl, Art jerked upright into a sitting position, his slackened jaw sagging even more at the demoralizing sight of his voluptuous aunt standing in the open doorway and staring at him! For a moment, he froze there his hand still clutching at the swollen rod of hardness thrusting pole-like up from his exposed loins, his opaque eyes widening in mortification. Desperately, he looked around him for anything to cover himself, but there was nothing! He had stretched out on his unopened bed and his clothes were across the room...! To hide it, he grasped his naked throbbing cock inside both big hands and leaned forward trying to conceal its glistening red knob protruding from his upper fist like a tomato!
"Art! I-I-I thought I heard you c-call out!" Rita exclaimed lamely in a stammering, choked voice and saying the rehearsed bit she had kept at ready in the forefront of her mind.
"Ooohhh ... Jesus Christ!" the boy blurted in a sickened tone as she stood there unable to take her eyes off the huge young staff he was clenching in both hands as might a standard bearer. The realization that it was projecting from both ends of his broad, double hand-span increased the feverish impulses of Rita's own secretly nourished desire. And his bloated young balls beneath with their fringe of dark pubic hair covering them ... good heavens, was he only sixteen? Ooohhh ... she couldn't just stand there staring at his nakedness ... and the expression of shameful embarrassment twisting his homely face ... God! ... she could readily feel the pain of his humiliation!
"I-I'm sorry, Art ... I should have knocked," Rita managed, sensing the warm flush of blood filling her cheeks as she backed toward the hallway on trembling legs, her small hand groping for the door to close behind her.
"W-Wait! Don't leave, Aunt Rita?" Art almost whined out at her, big tears filling his eyes. He wasn't crying, but he knew he was damned close to it, and when she paused, he said: "Y-You saw ... saw me doing it, didn't you? You did, didn't you..?"
Rita swallowed tightly, the bizarre sight of him sitting there naked on the bed and holding his over-grown rigid young penis in both hands was like some ridiculous, lusty farce one might see in a mod, off-Broadway theatre. Except that the wild effect his natural enough boyish obscenity was having on her might not be quite as potent under normal public surroundings. Finally, she nodded; lying now would be absurd. "Yes ... I saw ... but I didn't mean to...."
"I saw you and Bruser this morning, too!" he spewed quickly before she could finish. "I watched you through my telescope from the hill! You let him lick between your legs, Aunt Rita! He was tonguing your pussy ... and that's why you came here tonight ... to sneak him back into your room and do it again! Th That's the truth, isn't it?"
Rita sensed an immediate sinking nausea at the pit of her stomach as his nearly sobbing accusations rang like deafening bells in her ears. For an instant, her dazed mind reeled and she caught hold of the door edge for support. Before her, the room seemed hazy, its pieces of furniture beginning to waver and ripple as if they were liquid ... the massive dog, too, who had begun to whimper ... and the naked figure coming off the bed toward her with the stanchion-like rod of hardened flesh advancing first as might a knight with poised lance ... !
Rita didn't faint completely, but for a moment she was witless and felt herself being scooped up and carried to the bed. In less than a passing minute she was in fair control of herself again and aware that Art sat on the side in his nakedness looking frightenedly down at where he'd laid her. She worked up a little smile and offered it to him, hoping the silent tears streaming down his homely cheeks would stop.
"I'm all right now, Art," she said softly, searching for his hand to reassure him. "It was just that ... that for a minute there...." She didn't finish. "God, I'm sorry, Aunt Rita! It was all my fault!" he self-accused, his tears still wetly coursing down hollow cheeks. "I should never have said anything...."
The fawn-haired young wife felt the uneasy catch in her throat at his reminder. But at the same moment she had drooped her eyes to see that his lengthy rod of manly hardness had lost none of its virile rigidity, and immediately felt all the sensuous excitement she had known for hours still smoldering warmly in the depths of her own impassioned, erotic zones below. She said:
"You did see us ... Bruser and me, didn't you darling?"
The teenager nodded.
"D-Do you hate me ... I mean, for using him that way ..:?."
"Hell no, Aunt Rita! I could never hate you! Honest!"
"You doll ... then why are you crying? No one will ever know that I saw you ... and you must promise never to tell about Bruser and me. Will you...?"
"God, I'd never tell anyone, I swear it!"
"Then please, darling, stop your crying," Rita pleaded, brushing her slender hand over his wet cheek.
"Hell, that isn't it, Aunt Rita ... It's just ... well, dammit, it aches so! My crazy cock, it's been so frigging hard all day, even before I watched you ... you and Bruser. God, Aunt Rita, I don't think I can stand it much longer! It feels as if it's never going soft again!"
What should have logically caused disgust, or anger, and at the very least a feeling of utter ribald humor in its ludicrousness had no such effects on the sensually tormented wife. Instead, his almost pathetic admission struck a heated vein of sympathy in the simmering depths of her, his use of the four-letter word cock adding mind-blanking lust to the mixed sensations tingling urgently in her belly and up between her legs.
She raised to her elbow and gaped down at his thick swollen shaft as if actually examining it from a medical standpoint, her greedy, azure-blue eyes fixed on the blood-engorged, plum-colored head in its pulsing wetness, and then the length of its blue-veined hardness below the heel of his once more clasping hand. Oh God ... it was easily as big as Leo's ... perhaps bigger! And his teenage balls that appeared to grow out of, they seemed unreasonably bloated beyond anything she had ever seen on her husband ... as if anxiously waiting to spew out their delicious sperm!
"You ... you poor darling," she heard herself hissingly whisper. "Come up and lie down on the bed where you'll be comfortable. Art," she went on, urging him with both hands now as rested on the tensed muscle of his upper thigh and bony hip, her eyes wide open to watch as she licked out with tiny, feverish tongue at the bluish-veined sidewall of rigidly throbbing flesh. She continued to hold the broad base of his virile young penis between thumb and forefinger as she made one wet swipe up toward its lust-swollen tip.
"Uuuuunnnggg!" the lurching sixteen year old beneath her grunted at the unexpected, bone-disolving contact of her hot little tongue with his aching penis. Now, his own brain had its turn at whirling while she continued to lick upward along its sensitive flesh, and he jerked his head upright to watch the lewd performance he would never have believed possible! Sweet Jesus! She was actually doing it ... licking his cock! Oh Christ! Would she really suck it like Sandy did ... all the way? And then, suddenly she was stopping and getting to her knees, her long hair falling around her shoulders like a dusky gold mantle. "Damn, Aunt Rita ... please don't stop!"
Her beautiful face was some sort of a mask smiling down at him with greedy blue eyes that were gleaming like priceless gems as, with a minimum of effort, she shrugged off her wrapper to expose her voluptuous white nakedness before him. The nearness of her smooth, satin-skinned curves damned near made him choke-up once more, because he knew she had stripped just for him ... them ... the two of them there alone exactly the way he'd pictured it, but never believed it would happen!
"Does this help, darling? Seeing me naked ... my pussy down between my legs?" Rita couldn't resist asking, nor avoid the salacious temptation of smoothing her hands wantonly from the flare of her rounded hips upward along her rib cage as she knelt upright, luridly cupping her hands beneath her full sensuous breasts, lifting and holding them pointedly fixed on him, their tiny distended pink nipples like waxen morsels of juicy, bite-size fruit.
She didn't even want to know the depths of the forbidden excitement that possessed her, nor did she want to think about the after effects of the lewd thing she was about to do. The only thing that mattered was that she brought relief to the aching young cock straining so lustfully up from his boy-man loins, bring him relief in a delicious way that she hadn't known in nearly two years except for her own obscene fantasies. But this was no licentious fairy tale! It was happening, and according to her own lewd designs now ... at this very moment!
"Oh Christ, Aunt Rita, you're so beautiful! I-I can't help it if just looking at you like that makes me want to bawl! I can't...!" Art impulsively choked out, the tears once more puddling in his eyes.
"You sweet darling! Don't be ashamed. Real passion is often like that ... and I'm pleased that you love me naked. Girls always like to know they're appreciated. Now, listen to me, darling. You know what I'm going to do, don't you? Don't you...?"
"S-Suck my cock?" His voice was a guttural croak of hope.
The lewd statement alone sent wild shivers of feverish stimulation racing through her. She nodded eagerly, her smile feeling whorish even to herself. "And while I do it, I want you to have Bruser come up on the bed behind me ... do you understand what I mean?"
"And ... and lick your pussy ... the way he did this morning?" the teenager exclaimed, the thought of the salacious act only making his tormented penis jerk all the more painfully.
Again, Rita fervently nodded as she climbed between her nephew-in-law's trembling legs and stared down at his lust-inciting young cock, the realization that both of them were shortly going to experience wildly erotic pleasure fanning the glowing sensual furnace within her. She had never been more shamelessly aroused in her young life! The warm slipperiness oozing in profusion from between her flushed pussy-lips was dribbling downward in tiny rivulets, moistening the hot smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Disconcerned, she tightly clenched her thighs together, which only caused a ripple of lewd delight to surge through her abdomen as her blood-filled vaginal lips pressed against the sensitive little stalk of her clitoris hidden between.
She kneeled up over his teenage loins, the wealth of his curling black pubic hair directly beneath her face and devouring eyes. She held his length of man-sized, upthrusting cock once more inside the enclosure of her fingers and palm, her other hand moving eagerly to cup and weight his grandly bloated young balls with gentleness. Their fervid heat sent wild, prickling sensations of obscene excitement through her, and she was suddenly making little sounds of hunger from the depths of her throat.
Rita began to work his thick, clinging foreskin up and down, her glazed eyes feeding on what had become the tempting deliciousness of its damp, satin-smooth head. Its hot hardened ridges felt like sensuous vertebrae under her finger. She was suddenly so young again, so insanely excited inside her hungering body by his masculine virility! God, how she had come to love cock ... and before her eyes the eager manipulations of her hand raised a cloudy little bubble at the slit of its inflamed, mushroomed tip! Knowingly, she dropped her head and with a greedy flick of her wetly quivering tongue stole the tangy pearl of hot seminal fluid!
Like a potent drug, its sweet manly taste bent her mind, fanning the fires of passion eating ravenously inside her abdomen. She pressed her moistly ovaled lips down until they slid slowly over its smooth spongy head; then she locked them behind its prominent fleshy rim while she licked and teased maddeningly with her hot little tongue. Her cheeks sucked inward at it while she drew her nails tauntingly beneath the sensitive flesh of his sperm-laden balls.
Art groaned out again and again, as he thrust his aching loins upward to shove his thick white cock further into the soft warm cavern beyond his beautiful aunt's wetly ovaled lips. Staring in happy disbelief, he watched her mouth tighten even more around his throbbing hardness, then slip downward along its veined hardness until her little nose was actually brushing his wiry pubic hair. Nearly the entire long pulsating length of his penis was sucked up into the liquid heat of her honey-like mouth now, and he stared through incredulous eyes, watching lustfully as she sucked back upward to its very tip. A moment later, the nakedly kneeling blonde began to lick passionately with her wet little tongue, washing it all over from his balls along its underside to the ridge of its pulsing, saliva-moistened head!
Rita's quivering belly and too-long neglected, sizzling young cunt was a roaring inferno of burning desire. The forbiddenness alone of her lecherous act sent frenzied thrills racing through her obscenely positioned, curved nakedness. Oh, the almost forgotten delicious taste of lust-filled cock was nearly driving her to the point or orgasm by itself, to say nothing of what the licking and sucking of his unspoiled teenage genitals was doing to her! Now! Now, it was time, so that she too would cum while he squirted his seething sperm up into her mouth and throat! And she raised her eyes at the same time that her warm engulfing mouth slipped down over his swollen cock-head once more, humming around its hot rubbery hardness while her eyes signaled to him her want and she began to spread her tremulous thighs lewdly apart in shameless anticipation of the Alsatian's long wonderful tongue licking at her most sensitive flesh.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bruser's tormented whimpers had gone unnoticed from the moment the young woman, Rita, had stripped away her covering and crawled between his master's legs. Remembering what had taken place between her and himself earlier that day, the powerful dog had felt the burning heaviness once more becoming intense in the depths of his unsated loins at the sight of her smooth white body stripped naked. He watched with eagerness the rippling flow of her soft curves as she moved into a position that lowered her head while her tapering hollowed back arched until her rounded buttocks were high in the air. Her long fawn-colored hair which covered her face and puddled on his master's naked belly hid from the massive animal the exact reason for her bobbing head movements, but instincitvely Bruser knew, and hot racing blood began to stream more furiously through him.
His leap up onto the bed was self-instigated and unbeckoned, but the sudden spreading apart of the young woman's full white thighs, better revealing the succulent pink crevice and the hot fleshy folds up between them, was a temptation the mighty Alsatian could not resist. His long, wet tongue slavered over powerful jaws as he intently studied the satiny mounds of her nakedly elevated buttocks and the tiny puckered orifice centered in the smooth valley between her trembling ass-cheeks, not a tongue's length above the glistening damp flesh of her warm cuntal slit.
Anxiously and open-jawed, Bruser moved forward.
Art had read his Aunt Rita's signal, but because of the pleasureful sensations her wet, twirling tongue and clasping lips were bringing his wildly throbbing cock, the youth couldn't muster the energy to choke out a command at the panting dog standing on the floor nearby. And then suddenly, as if Bruser had read his mind, the huge beast was up onto the bed. The teenager saw his uncle's wife, who was slaving down between his legs spread her knees out wider, and he looked toward her vanity mirror where he could see the whole way-out scene reflected.
Rita abruptly felt Bruser's pressuring weight as he moved forward behind her, and an almost frantic anticipation electrified her salaciously kneeling body. Hungrily, she sucked at Art's palpitating cock as she tried to raise her lewdly offered buttocks higher for the big dog ... and then she sensed his sniffing damp nose high against the tingling inner flesh of her right thigh! But only for a second ... and then his long wet tongue licked erotically up through her inflamed cuntal crevice, and she gasped out her wild delight around Art's stuffing cock. She tried to spread her knees even farther in an effort to open her throbbing pussy slit to him! His long, spiraling animal tongue lunged out with a ravaging possessiveness as it had that morning, searing through her liquid inner flesh and flicking like a tongue on fire at the greedily clasping mouth of her cunt. Again, the slaving young wife groaned out her pleasure around the thick flesh rod she was so ardently sucking. God, she was rapturously losing her mind!
And, in the mirror, the captivated teenage nephew watched open-mouthed as his pet Alsatian sniffed and lashed out with whip-like tongue to lap over and through the pink slitted flesh of his young aunt's naked pussy-crevice. Bruser began to lick from the recessed dimple of her puckering little anus down to her open, blood-flushed cunt lips. Even to the base of her dusky pubic-curls it reached, penetrating there to flick moistly up against her tiny clitoral bud. Like an impassioned animal herself, his Aunt Rita moaned again and again and again around the thick shaft of his cock, while Bruser continued the oral assult of her defenseless cuntal crevice. With merciless fervency, his long thick tongue splayed through her wetly quivering pussy lips to spread her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and spasm above the naked teenager.
Shit, watching through the telescope on the hill was one thing, but being this close and an actual part of the crazy orgy was something else again! Spellbound by her voracious sucking of his agonized cock. Art watched the sleek animal tongue thrust into her glistening, hair-lined flesh, watched it flicking at the hotly palpitating little mouth of her cunt, watched it ravish her impassioned female genitals. When she groaned in lewd delight, it sent mind-boggling vibrations along the length of his almost numbed hardness, straight up to his flipping lust-drenched brain!
Then, in the midst of her erotic intoxication, something new happened that the wantonly possessed young wife was not prepared for. She tensed reflexively as the powerful dog suddenly stopped his delectable licking and his trembling muscular body crowded hotly in behind her naked buttocks! Her glazed eyes widened and she jerked her mouth up off her young nephew's ceiling-pointed, blood-swollen cock as she became suddenly aware that the massive animal behind her was rising up on his hind legs, and that his strong forepaws were grasping at the soft smooth flesh of her lewdly elevated hips! God almighty! What was happening? He ... he was mounting her ... actually mounting her, Rita reasoned with instant apprehension, twisting her head to gape back! And ... and he was! What...? Oh Christ! He wanted to fuck her ... just ... just as he would a bitch in heat!
"Art! What's he...? Stop him, Art! Look what he's doing!"
"H-Holy shit!" the youth blurted, staring through widened, incredulous eyes at the gross sight of Bruser trying to mount her spread-open lushly upraised ass-cheeks, the unbelievable phenomenon totally sapping him in its unnatural lewdness. "Christ, Aunt Rita ... he wants to fuck you! Look in the mirror! You can see his crazy cock coming out!"
"Oh ... ooohhh no ... I can't let him ... do that to me!" Rita half whined, half hissed, her desire-blinded mind whirling with the absolute luridncss of such a debasing act. She continued to tremble from the raging fire his lashing dog-tongue had built in her hotly quivering pussy. Then, her dazed eyes saw the reproduction of their wicked, joined position in the mirror, and she groaned in sensuous delight at the salacious spectacle of his brute, animal body straddling the spread white moons of her naked buttocks.
Then, she saw it ... gaping in awe at his wetly glistening dog-cock slithering forward from its furry sheath! It was almost a scarlet color in its dripping, tapered hardness, the pointed end waggling menacingly as it began to move closer to probe the slippery crevice of her shamelessly aroused cunt. She felt his strong animal-body jerk significantly against the unresisting soft flesh of her defenseless buttocks, saw his imposing thick length of penis trying to invade the hair-lined lips of her upturned vagina!
Utter fear gripped the obscenely kneeling young wife, but it was a mere mental shadow compared to the hungering lust that had taken command of her tremulous naked body. She knew she was lost to whatever degrading act was necessary to bring relief to her wildly excited loins. She heard Bruser whimper and felt his forepaws locking tighter around the tender flesh of her curved hips as he thrust forward on his hind legs, desperately trying to bury the huge sleek rod of swollen flesh up inside her hotly steaming cunt from behind!
With twisted head, she still saw it all in the mirror, then heard her husband's nephew choke out: "Jesus, Aunt Rita, help him! He's trying to get it up into your pussy!"
"Oh God...! she inwardly moaned, and with a deep-throated sound of undeniable want, suddenly ground her buttocks eagerly back in an attempt to capture the dog's long heavy hardness. Yessss! She wanted it! Had to have it now ... have his wonderfully thick animal-cock fucking into her shameless hungering vagina! God yes! She had to have it beastially probing the depths of her cum-thirsting belly, his beautiful brute-penis ravaging her human cunt before she went out of her mind with the exotic debasement of the thought alone!
"No! He can't find the hole! Fucking shit! Help him will you!" Art lewdly cried. "You've got to guide it in, Aunt Rita!"
She reached down and back then between her widespread thighs, feverishly grasping the slippery animal-hardness to part her silken pussy-hair with its tip, directing its pulsing head to the hotly quivering mouth of her hungry young cunt! Hardly had she let free of it when the massive Alsatian humped forward, spearing her upturned vaginal passage open wider and wider as he savagely sent the long thickened rod of still growing dog-cock deep up into the excited, squirming hole between her trembling thighs!
"Aaaagghhh!" The guttural groan was ripped right out of her soul!
As the burning shaft raced up into her with a wet, breathtaking charge of fierceness, embedding itself to the hilt of her pleasurefully pain-stretched passage, Rita watched the mirror with bulging eyes of lustful fascination. She had never even fantasied anything so forbiddenly erotic. To be spanked perhaps, but never whipped; to be sodomized, but never cruelly hurt; to be taken by a group of men at the same time and stuffed full of long hard cock at every bodily opening, but never rapingly tormented; yet she had never even remotely imagined this fantastic aberration, and now her handsome animal-darling's heavy sperm-bloated balls were swinging rhythmically down to smack noisily against the back of her thighs.
Almost immediately the big dog began a hammer-like pistoning, his thick scarlet shaft going in and out of her wide-stretched pussy with body-jolting force.
Rita felt pain rising up with pleasure and whimpered out a begging whine. "Ooohhh ... oh Goddd!" Rita pathetically wailed, the rounded splendor of her blue eyes staring without seeing as her ferally panting animal lover started to fuck more determinedly in deeper lunges up into her tight little cunt as she began to move in tempo backwards to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unique sensations of depraved wickedness saturated her sex-crazed mind as she humped backward onto the still-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper up into her wetly welcoming belly from behind. Fury seemed to propel Bruser's huge brute body battering and thudding with loud fleshy smacks against her ardently yielding ass-cheeks! The delicious agony of his fierce cock was an unrelenting spear of shimmering pleasure burrowing to unreached depths up into the hot intimate sanctuary of her stuffed young cunt! And with unbridled mewls of passion, she began to lewdly undulate her naked buttocks back at the dog, deliberately grinding her tight cuntal walls over the entire burning length of hard animal flesh.
Wails of masochistic joy gurgled up from her parched throat. "Aauuhhh ... oohhh ... yesss...! Fuck it, y-you big brute darling! Fuck me like a bitch, Bruser precious ... no mercy! Oh God ... ram it up into my hot cunt, darling ... like that ... ooohhh ... cram my belly full of your wonderful cock!" the wantonly writhing wife cried back while her naked young nephew looked on from beneath in near lust-blinded torment.
Art still gaped with strained eyes at the debauched reflection unfolding in the mirror, and his hand once more clutched his perpetual blood-locked penis towering from between his widespread legs. In desperation, he had once more began to stroke it, suddenly caught up in an intense fear that it had gone too far and too long and that he would never be able to cum ... maybe never again ... his poor rigid cock had grown that excruciatingly hard! Yet he couldn't tear his eyes from the ruttish sight of Bruser's huge scarlet penis slithering like a fucking piston up into Aunt Rita's crazily nibbling cunt to its hilt, his bloated dog-balls swinging down beneath the wetly drenched curls of her naked, upthrusted loins. And then, the lust-dazed blonde suddenly seemed to notice him again, her smoky eyes staring down in their wild excitement and sparkling even more, as if she'd just remembered he was there!
"Oh my young darling, for-for a moment I-I just forgot everything else ... with his wonderful cock fucking so beautifully up ... way, way up into me, baby! But now...!" Rita stammered out her lurid words as orgiastic passion raged inside her from the mighty dog's furious fucking into her inflamed cunt from behind, and once more she looked hungrily down at the teenager's long rigid shaft of thick flesh. While his young hand still grasped it, she again slipped her wetly ovaled lips down over his pulsing cock-head, swirling her little pink tongue in teasing delight for him as her hot, clasping mouth locked around it in a soft, fluid pressure. She brushed his clutching hand aside then and smothered her own down the rock-hard length to the velvety flesh at its base, and then below to warmly cup his young cum-inflated balls.
Intending to take no more chances of her stopping or somehow leaving him there to go crazy-assed loony, Art began an urgent upthrusting with his naked hips, sliding his lust-thickened hardness in and out of her compressed lips with a slick, wet sluicing sound as he held her lovely face between his hands. Immediately, she began to suck in earnest. He stared, captivated, by the puffing and hollowing of her satiny-skinned cheeks as his ever-swollen cock fucked in and out of her warm wet mouth, her beautiful long-haired head picking up the rhythm to work up and down on his shaft with an absorbing p ossessi veness. And simultaneously, her entire voluptuous white body quivered in naked ripples from the jolting savagery of Bruser's long animal-cock, fucking up into her from behind to goad her wildly on!
Mad! Mad! I'm going mad! Rita dissolutely reasoned at the thought of being taken by two unmatchable cocks. The knowledge that both of them were getting ready to spew their seething white cum into either end of her naked body where it would finally puddle in one belly-filling pool had warped her impassioned young mind even more. Abandonedly, she heaved her rotating ass-cheeks back hard against the panting Alsatian's furry loins, the teasing sensation caused by little wet rivulets of liquid passion dribbling down her sensitive inner thighs registering as the tempest in her desire-inflamed pussy signaled that her orgasmic bliss was also reaching its peak!
It was going to happen this time! Jesus, yes! the gasping teenager realized frantically to the bubbling inferno churning in the depths of his roaring balls. She was going to suck the cum right up out of it the way Sandy did, because he'd hold her head right there while it shot like a fire-hose into her mouth, no matter what they did to him after! Oh shit! Bruser's rampaging animal-penis fucking into her cunt from behind was forcing her greedily sucking mouth farther down onto his near-shattering hardness until he couldn't understand her not choking and gagging on it! The lust-swollen tip of his penis was brushing her throat all the way down to her tonsils and then some, his wiry pubic-hair touching her little nose every time she plunged her voracious mouth down on it!
Christ, this hot beautiful bitch had become more of an animal than his slobbering, open-jawed dog obscenely humping his huge, raw-looking cock between the widespread white globes of her wildly quivering ass-cheeks! Her ovaled red lips were locked tightly now around the almost full length of his fuming penis, and she was speeding up her incredible sucking action until he knew his goddamned balls were going to be drawn right up through it! Ooohhh! Blinding surges of molten heat were building up in the depths of his bloated sac as he watched her sluttishly misshapen face drawing ravenously on his wetly glistening pole of hard flesh. The muscles in his stomach grew more taut and he arched upward off the bed, shoving his wildly pulsating shaft even further between the sensational heat of her unrelenting, vacuuming lips! He watched the pink ridges pulling out from her mouth, clinging greedily to it as she pumped her lovely head up and down on his cock in a furious rhythm while rotating and throwing her rounded white ass-cheeks back at Bruser in a mindless frenzy of passion.
Abruptly, all of Art's earlier fears vanished and choking sounds rumbled gutturally in his young chest. Convulsive spasms tore erotically through his loins and abdomen and he cried out: "Oh Christ, Aunt Rita! Suck ... suck it hard! I'm cuummiinnggg!"
His cry wasn't necessary for the naked young wife sucking above him; she recognized the indications and was ready the second his jerking young cock exploded to gush forth its raging jet-like streams of pungent sperm! It deluged her mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat, making her cheeks bloat and contract to her greedy swallowing as she took it down into her hungering belly in thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ecstatically spasming cock so as not to lose a nectarous drop! As his virile young balls continued to empty their hot, milk-white cum up into her mouth and throat, his big boyish hands clutched at her head, pulling her lovely face harder down onto his wildly-ejaculating penis!
The nearly forgotten exhilaration of having a man down in her mouth was beyond the wildest of Rita's memories, and the moment her eager little tongue had bathed in its hot liquid bliss, her taste buds were fired by its thrilling piquancy and her own orgasm swept breathtakingly over her! In passionate response, she thrust her quiveringly grinding ass-cheeks back harder at her heavily panting Alsatian lover, madly craving the full extent of his expanding dog cock charging up into her raging cunt! Not a tendon of muscle of her nakedly kneeling body escaped the rapturous seizure, for her orgasm had burst like a star-shell deep down in the intimate depths of her spasming loins and belly! Her overjoyed brain floated in its sensual heaven as she continued to suck and gulp eagerly at the softening boy cock beneath her, while her voracious cunt clenched and opened like a second gluttonous mouth back between her widespread thighs and nakedly grinding ass-cheeks!
She felt her climactically jerking buttocks tense and relax again and again, until suddenly an unprecedented sensation of ultra ecstasy claimed and'raced through her like a powerfully charged current, and she cried out uncontrollably as her quaking young body erupted in a never-before, follow up super-climax! Space, time, motion, nothing existed except the fantastic web her orgasm erotically spun around her! Over and over the jagged shocks of electrified rapture caused her to twitch and spasm to the earth-shaking sensations unleashed in the frenzied upheaval of her wildly throbbing cunt!
Then, Bruser humped forward faster and faster as the big dog began squirting his steaming vat of unending animal-sperm far up into the secret folds of her intricate belly. And again she came, wailing and clawing at the bed covers like some feline animal as she mindlessly slammed her naked ass-cheeks back onto Bruser's hotly squirting cock!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Leo Gaine got off the plane in Philadelphia actually toured the terminal three times before deciding he should definitely go to the home office. He then had three straight shots of Chivas Regal with water, followed by a cup of strong coffee before stuffing his bags in a locker and walking out to catch a cab. He'd make an appearance; that's all. Good Christ, he couldn't sit around and listen to a bunch of shit for a week with what he had tearing up his mind. They could fire him if they wanted; he didn't give a fuck! His whole goddamned life and sanity were at stake!
And the sickening part of it all was, he still didn't know what he was ever going to do! His meeting with Jeannie had certainly done an ass-over-tea kettle back-flip! Instead of reaching her with all of the planned bullshit he'd rehearsed, she'd effortlessly, drawn him right down between her beautiful legs where he'd wanted to be, caressingly draining the fucking spinal juices from him with her love ... and worse, he knew it would happen again when and if he walked in to face her! Jesus Christ, he was batty over that girl!
And he loved Rita! He couldn't anymore break it up between that sweet doll and himself than he had with Jeannie! So what in Christ's name was he going to do? For sure, he couldn't go on this way ... couldn't afford it in the first place, and couldn't stand it in the second! He had to give up one of them, but winch one? Christ, it was going to be sticky enough when the loser found out, say nothing of the way he himself, was going to feel! Oh sweet Jesus! The idea of a company meeting made him want to retch. Maybe, if he called Rogers and made up a story. He'd come down with the flu on the plane! He was in Philadelphia, but he should go right back the way he felt. He didn't want to wind up in any hospital here. Rogers wasn't a bad egg ... he'd understand. "Jesus, Mr. Rogers, I'm sicker than a dog and I know it's flu. I don't want to cause any problems for you, but I'm susceptible to this brutal bug in a bad way. It knocks me out for a couple of weeks. You know ... a guy wants to be with his wife ... !
* * *
At nine-thirty in the morning, Jeannie Smith Gaine rang the front door chimes of 17360 Arroya Way in Woodland Hills, Washington. She had taken an early flight, the restless anger inside her tall, shapely body giving her no peace.
On the plane, she had only drunk coffee and smoked cigarettes, cigars being forbidden. 'venom steeped her tongue. She hoped she would like this other wife of Leo Gaine she was about to unload on, but if she didn't that would make it much easier. Hate would be more practical under the circumstances.
The door opened to reveal a girl with sparkling azure-blue eyes, vivacious young face and a clouded figure behind the yellow wrapper. Momentarily, Jeannie studied her. Then:
"Rita Gaine?"
"Yes...."
Jeannie smiled. "Are you his sister? sister-in-law? cousin, maybe? Not his mother for sure ... I'm talking about Leo ... Leo Gaine."
"Leo? Yes ... he's my husband," Rita readily answered with puzzled expression.
"I was afraid of that," Jeannie replied. "Well ... I'm Jeannie Gaine ... and I think we have something in common, darling ... a husband named Leo! It ... he might even be the same man. M-May I come in...?"
Rita's wits were not at their keenest as she stood there staring at the statuesque, beautiful young woman so chicly dressed and decorating her doorway. Her own young mind had known a taxing torment since awakening early that morning, accompanied by a physical lameness and certain little bruises telltaling the obscene orgy she had silently prayed was one of her dreamed, lewd fantasies. But it hadn't been, and neither was the stunning raven-haired girl who wore the briefest of mini-skirts and below the knee matching fuschia suede boots as if the outfit had been designed with only her in mind.
Confused by the other's almost casual personal questions and ridiculous declaration concerning her husband, Rita continued to stare at her, making no effort to let her in. Finally, she said: "I beg your pardon? Are you sure you have the right house, Miss...?"
"Well ... unless there are more Rita and Leo Gaine's living along this plush drag, I'd venture a guess that I do have the right place," Jeannie replied drily, then reached into the stylish fuschia bag hanging from her shoulder to extract the damning envelope. She held it out to Rita. "You might see if this is familiar to you ... then we'll go from there."
The fawn-haired young wife, her confusion growing, accepted the offered letter hesitantly, almost as if it might possible explode when she touched it. Her discerning eyes lingered on the long-lashed dark ones of her caller, but were unable to read anything in their scintillating beauty. An apprehensive, sinking sensation caught at the base of Rita's soft belly as she recognized her own handwriting and the very letter she had written to Heidi Camp ... but that was weeks ago ... and she'd given it to Leo to mail when he'd left for his Philadelphia meeting!
"H-How did you get this?" Rita questioned suddenly, noting that it bore no postmark, yet it had been opened!
"'You do recognize it then?"
"Of course I do ... I wrote this letter! But it was obviously never mailed, and yet it's been opened! I-I demand to know where you got it!" Rita insisted, unable now to hide the fearful little quivers in her tone as the nearly nauseating void expanded inside her.
"I think we better have a bit of privacy to discuss this, Mrs. ah ... Gaine. It begins to get tacky in the juicier parts I'm afraid," Jeannie replied with a sigh. "May ... may I come in now...?"
Rita had begun to tremble visibly in her mounting inner fear of what was about to unfold, but she managed to retain outward composure and stepped to one side, drawing the door open wider. "Please ... I'm sorry ... do come in, Mrs...?"
Jeannie did, her answering smile humorless. "Gaine, dear, like yours," she said, taking a quick glance around the luxuriously furnished living room. "But for the sake of confusion, why don't you call me Jeannie, and I'll use your first name ... Rita. It's a pretty name. I've always like it. Are ... are we alone here?" .
"A-At the moment. My husband ... Leo's nephew is staying with me, but he's up in the hills behind the house with his dog," the dreading younger woman answered, pointing toward a chair and slowly lowering onto the edge of another. "Now ... please ... please tell me ... J-Jeannie. W-What is this all about ...?"
Again Jeannie sighed as she crossed her long legs to Rita's appraising, uneasy gaze. She began slowly and from the beginning, deciding to make it gentle as possible, her first impressions of the sandy-haired young woman even more warming than she might have expected. Rita's youthful, peaches and cream type of beauty struck Jeannie as being almost innocently virginal, and she couldn't help but wonder how those little shell-like ears were going to react to the sordid mess she was starting to relate.
From the onset of the horrifying story with all its shocking details to the bitter end, Rita sat in what she knew was portrayed stupefaction, while within her stunned brain reeled, her sickened mind mentally reacting with "Oh no...!" and Dear God, noooo!" Still the throaty voice softly continued, effortlessly tearing her secure little world asunder, while simultaneously letting her know with unintentional loud swallows the pain that she, too, had been and still was suffering.
Somewhere along the way, as Jeannie went on revealing the shamefully cruel deceit with which Leo had knowingly beguiled them both, Rita sensed an underlying bond drawing her closer to the alluring, softly speaking beauty who shared her heartbreaking disgrace, just as she had shared his name and bed. And at the same time, the curvaceous, stunned girl couldn't rid herself of the sudden conclusion that she was being punished for her own secret obscene fantasies, and even yesterday's actual debaucheries. That was when she broke down and cried.
For awhile, Jeannie remained silent and unmoving to the other's weeping, not that she wasn't sympathetic with the mental anguish Rita was suffering, for she felt those burning tears and wracking little sobs almost as strongly as she had her own when she'd first discovered the truth. But there were times when only a good cry could vent wretched misery for a woman, and this, she felt, was certainly one of them.
Finally, Rita raised her head, brushing at her tear-dampened eyes with slender fingers. "I'm sorry, Jeannie ... but I-I assume you understand," she sniffed, trying desperately to regain control of her emotions.
"To the fullest, dear, believe me," Jeannie answered with a compassionate, warm smile as she once more reached into her bag, this time bringing out several facial tissues. "Here, hon," she said, easing gracefully to her feet and taking a step toward Rita. "Tidy up that cute little nose and go rinse your eyes with some cold water. Then, when you come back we can chat about the future over some coffee and booze, maybe, huh?"
As utterly miserable as she felt, Rita couldn't help but return the taller, ravishing brunette's gentle smile. Something about her self-assurance seemed to strengthen the younger wife's confidence, and at the electrifying touch of their hands and when she took the offered tissues, that bit of faith grew impulsively stronger, as if somehow Jeannie Smith ... Gaine was going to make it all right again!
Rita straightened to stand, "I-I'll only be a minute, Jeannie. I want to slip into some slacks or something. Please ... make yourself at home. There's hot coffee in the kitchen and liquor in the cupboard...."
"I'd rather wait for you, dear, if you don't mind," Jeannie said, sitting back down. "Take your time. I've got no schedules to keep. My husband's in Philadelphia for a week."
Though meant as a self-addressed quip, Jeannie had forgotten how her hostess might take it and was immediately sorry and enraged with her own big mouth when she saw the other's blue eyes swimming in new puddles of moisture. Once more, she was on her feet to gently clasp Rita's soft upper arms in a buoying up embrace.
"I-It's all right, Jeannie, I'm not going ... going to bawl again," Rita sniveled.
"I'm sorry, hon. That was kind of a left handed remark to make ... but honestly it was home-directed," the shapely wife number-two apologized. "I-I guess I've had a little more time to callous in the past twenty-four hours than you. Forgive me?"
"Of course ... and come on, let's go to the kitchen," Rita said, smiling bravely as she caught the other's hand inside her own. "I can use some of that coffee and booze before I do another damned thing!"
They did, with Jeannie's admiration and respect for her fetching young counterpart's unexpected mettle rapidly growing. She slipped into one side of the breakfast lounge, glancing around the attractive, well appointed kitchen and wondering if her lover boy had ever entertained such ideas of luxury for her. Probably not, the bastard! She doubted that he'd even recognize her unless she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs....
"What do you like to spike it?" Rita asked, setting two steaming cups onto the booth-top.
"Big bourbon if you have it, hon ... Old Grandad...?"
"Unh unh. Brandy, Chivas Scotch, some good gin and...."
"Brandy ... and a whole bunch of it. I need it if you don't mind."
"We both need it," Rita answered quickly. "You to replace the energy you've burned in getting up here ... and me to help develop those callouses you've already started."
Jeannie said nothing as she watched the long-haired girl move away with an unhidable, voluptuous grace that suggested perfectly balanced contours of body, although they were undiscernible beneath the shapeless wrapper, with the exception of her full, rounded young breasts. Yeah, sweet-face lover boy sure knew how to pick them ... the sonovabitch....
"There, the coffee-pot and the booze bottle," Rita said, setting them on the table and slipping in on the opposite side to uncork the brandy bottle and pour sizeable measures into both coffees while Jeannie went back into her shoulder bag resting beside her.
"Hope you won't mind a little idiosyncrasy of mine," she said, bringing out a long, thick cigar. "Since I was a little girl in Kentucky I've smoked these things. Oh, they weren't quite this expensive in those days, but I guess I enjoyed them as much. You mind?"
"Of course not," Rita replied, but nevertheless jarred by the sight of such a dazzling feminine face with its lovely lip-glossed mouth bizarrely contorted by a nearly black cigar. She watched her nip the end off with her even white teeth, do away with it in the ashtray, then puff the huge thing with indulged skill into not unpleasant smelling fire and smoke.
Jeannie smiled. "Fascinates you doesn't it, hon, a woman smoking cigars?"
"I suppose ... but I guess this is my day for surprises," Rita answered, sipping at her potent coffee and trying desperately not to slide back into morbidity.
Jeannie read the symptoms and followed up with: "This is Cuban grown, the best tobacco available. I carry with me some smaller, extra-special dolls of Cuban quality a very nice gun-runner gave me in Las Vegas. You might enjoy one later, Rita honey, when you're feeling more yourself."
"Perhaps," the blonde young wife replied, forcing her smile, her tormented thoughts rapidly overwhelming her once more. She picked up her cup and gulped away a large portion of its too-hot contents.
"Easy, hon." Jeannie half-whispered, her soft smooth hand covering Rita's on the booth-top in reassuring warmth. "We're both going to make it, darling ... and I think in grand style now that I've met you. No kidding, I was worried coming up here ... wondering what wife number one was going to be like, and if I could reach her even if I wanted to. Believe me, doll, you're beyond anything I could have hoped for ... and twice as lovely. Our mutual husband may have dealt us a rotten hand, but let's be fair with him as well as ourselves. We don't know why he did it, though that doesn't alter the fact that he did, and here we are looking across the table at one another, a couple of wives sharing a singular husband in a country where that isn't considered kosher."
"H-He's a bigamist!" Rita couldn't resist exclaiming, the accusing term hanging on her little tongue with the taste of poison.
"Oh shit, hon...! Excuse the expression, but I've had scrumptious dinners following cocktails with so-called celebrities, then gone to bed for a wild night of loving with men whom I knew were outright murderers! And believe it or not, their ... his criminal traits never took a tiny delight from the cocktails, nor a minute's savor from the dinner ... say nothing of the exotic bedroom entertainment a man like that can sometimes overwhelm a girl with!"
"Jeannie! My God! I-I've never heard anyone admit such things! Now ... you forgive me if I sound naive and home-spun. But ... but the world you're talking about is way beyond anything I know, while Leo ... God! Leo is ... well, he's my whole life! Yes! And he has been for two years ... !
"Your life ... or your security, baby? Now don't get up-tight with me," Jeannie said. "Just consider what I've said and mull it over deeply. Have you been a real wife to him ... like in bed maybe ... all the way? Think about it, hon, because when he came to me the pair of you had these two years behind you. And don't misunderstand, Jeannie's not putting you down or giving him license for what he did to us! But there had to be underlying reasons, and in all fairness I don't believe they were those of a handsome young guy with a warped brain. Not our Leo, darling. No. He just stuck his head down too far in the barrel and has fallen in ... but just you and I know that."
Rita could only stare at her. She'd said so much, and all of it, every word ringing with truth ... philosophical truth! God! She didn't know about those things ... about anything but the sheltering web she'd spun around herself and the obscene secret portions of it that she'd played in ... But it was no longer secret! Art knew! God yes, he more than knew! He'd been a part of her wantonly insane lust along with Bruser ... yet, this morning he'd come out of his room smiling and calling her Aunt Rita, as if none of it had ever happened!
"If it's okay, Aunt Rita, Bruser and I are going to explore those hills back there?"
"Yes ... of course. Art, but be careful ...
"Oh, we will, Ma'am! And I want to let Bruser run and play. He loves it when he gets out in open country. "
"Just be careful."
"You bet. Anyway, I'll come back early. I want to go through a few chess moves before we leave for Seattle. "
"What time is that?"
"I have to be there at three I guess. "
"Well, come back early for lunch."
"I will ... I will ...!"
But even though the thoughtful teenager had gone out of his way to spare her any embarrassment, the fact remained that her irrepressible sensuality had reached beyond the fantasy world this time and another person shared her lewdly intimate, dark secret! And now had come this incredible nightmare that the beautiful, cigar-smoking woman across from her had exposed to finally rip her protective, comfortable web to tatters! God, was it punishment? Oooooohhhhh ... what was going to happen to her?
"Jeannie...! What're we going to do?" Rita gasped out abruptly, reaching across the table to clutch at the other's reassuring warm hand. "W-We can't just sit here, drinking to drown our sorrows like a couple of has-beens....!"
"The first thing we don't do is panic," Jeannie interrupted with a pressured little squeeze of her hand. "And for the record, this gal never consumes booze to smother her problems, hon. She guzzles it because she likes it ... another trait she cultivated in childhood."
"I know, baby, and don't worry, we're going to do plenty. Like I said before, I've had a little more time than you to hash and rehash this lousy mess, and ... well, the more I've gone over it and weighed the facts the brighter the picture becomes."
"Brighter? God ... how can you say that...?"
Jeannie held up her hand in the manner of a traffic policeman. "Hold it, darling! Let's just listen to Jeannie for a moment. The alternatives are these: an annulment on my part; certainly no court would give me any problem there, but ... that would expose our husband for the bigamist that he is, and quite frankly, Rita, I don't want him prosecuted, or get him fouled up with the law. Alternative number two: you could divorce him. The grounds are obvious, but the results for him would be the same in respect to the law. Now, I can see right off in those frantic blue eyes of yours that the thought of you divorcing Leo Gaine strikes you with inconceivable agony ... because you really do love him regardless ... right?"
"Oohhh ... yes, Jeannie. God yes, I do love him, the sonovabitch!" the distraught young wife replied, her anger mounting.
"Exactly my sentiments, darling. I, too, love the goddamned bastard!" the blazing, dark-eyed second wife bitterly exclaimed. "So, there's only one charted course we can take from there!"
"Wh ... you mean...?"
The long, raven-haired second wife nodded slowly. "We share him, Rita, and I don't believe you'll find that too distasteful once the initial shock of the idea has worn off. The fringe benefits alone are enough to make your red corpuscles stand up and nudge one another, that as if you're all the sensuous gal I think you are. But don't try to swallow it in one big gulp. We have a few days to banter it back and forth before the lord and master gets back from Philadelphia. I'm staying at the Rancho Inn downtown, and we can get together as often as you like....
"Downtown? I'll call and have your bags sent out here!" Rita said, getting immediately to her feet. "You're staying right here with me, Jeannie, until Leo comes back...."
"Oh Rita, I don't want to put you out "Put me out? Don't be ridiculous! Besides, you ... you have as much right here now as I do," Rita said, taking the other girl's hand inside her own once more. "And ... and I need you with me, Jeannie ... I really do."
The exquisite showgirl beauty swallowed at the sudden tiny lump in her throat at her counterpart's almost whispering words and warm pressuring hand. Finally, she said: "I think we both need each other very, very much, Rita darling."
CHAPTER NINE
Art moved closer to the house and pressed his ear to the exhaust vent while Bruser watched him with a cocked head. Now, he could almost hear their every word and he held his breath to better listen, careful not to let his telescope rap against the brick wall and give his presence away.
He'd caught sight of the tall, beautiful chick in Rita's kitchen while fixing his telescope on the different windows of the house, hoping to beam in on another lewd scene of his voluptuous aunt who had actually super-sucked his screaming cock the night before. Maybe he could catch her engaged in some new sexy play or something of that order: Instead, he'd caught her crying, and then both women were drinking from a bottle on the table and holding hands, for Chrissakes. And on top of that, the luscious brunette, whoever she might be, was smoking a fucking cigar!
Shit, he had to know what it was all about ... and some ten minutes later, he did ... at least enough to make his eyes bug.
They were talking about Uncle Leo, he learned finally, and calling him sonovabitch and bastard! Then, all the crap about annulment and divorce, spiced by that one accusing word bigamist, was enough to rattle his balls! Good old Uncle Leo was married to both of them at the same time! Holy Christ! He didn't know how that was going to affect one Art Cody, but it seemed that he should profit somehow from a juicy situation like this, and there was really only one way that tickled his lusty young fancy. He liked to watch Aunt Rita sucking on the business end of his long hard cock and swallowing his hot cum when he shot it up into her pretty mouth, but even more now he wanted to fuck it right up into that hot little hole up between her gorgeous legs! Except, and he didn't think he was going to dig that exception, wife number two whom he learned was named Jeannie, planned to move in until Uncle Leo came home ... and goddamnit, that could cramp hell out of any future games! He shrugged, then decided to go in right now and see what transpired.
Jeannie smiled, offering the teenager a pleasant "How do you do, Art" when Rita introduced her as Miss Smith, an agreement they had come to as being more proper for the boy's sake. He was a homely and clumsy appearing youth, she appraised, with no trace of Leo's physical attractiveness about him, though Rita had said he was quite intelligent and extremely likable. Well, each to his own taste, but for her money, Jeannie decided, she'd take the dog. He was a handsome brute of an animal and from the beginning seemed to shine up to her. In fact, he'd walked right over and put his big head on her lap, resting it in the snug little valley her joined thighs made beneath the short skirt, while she'd smilingly petted it.
"Well now, you're an easy guy to know," she said down at the beautiful dog, stroking his huge furry head, then smiling up at Rita who was standing beside her gawky nephew. Gently then, she pressed the animal back and gained her own feet. "I think what I better do, dear, is run back to the Inn. I left some of my things lying around the room. I'll pack them and come back out in a cab."
"All right, b-but you will come back?" Rita questioned.
"Of course, hon, but probably not until after lunch. You two have to get ready for your trip into Seattle anyway. I should be back before you leave though," Jeannie said. "I'll just catch a bite at the Inn."
"Well ... if that's what you want," Rita said. "But there's certainly plenty of food here, Jeannie."
"No, I'd rather do it my way, dear," the taller brunette said walking toward the living room and front door. "Then, we'll all have dinner together tonight. Okay?"
"Fine," Rita replied, accepting the other's offered hand and gentle warm squeeze as she went out the door. Yes ... yes, she was thinking as she watched Jeannie's voluptuous curves quiver provocatively to her practiced showgirl stride, they really did need each other. And then the dark-haired beauty climbed into the car she'd rented, showing an ample display of nylon covered, full rounded thigh, followed by a little wave before she drove off. And those fringe benefits...? Just exactly what had she meant by that...? Unaccountably she shivered, and then was amazed to realize that it was a shiver of anticipation....
* * *
Jeannie was mellowly tight, but she knew it would take an expert to detect it. She'd always carried her booze well. That sweet, bald-headed little bartender; he'd really gone all out in his attempts to get cozy, and she had delighted in the teasing game, drinking every one of the half-dozen martinis he'd set up for her consumption before tripping off to a luncheon she'd only picked at. Anyway, Rita hadn't seemed to notice the half-drunkenness before she'd left, and Jeannie doubted that Art had that much intelligence. The poor ugly gook left her cold, while his beautiful dog was having a much pleasanter effect on her, but then she'd always had a way with animals ... such as teddy bears, hadn't she.
Well, Rita had said to make herself at home. and she intended to do just that, Jeannie mused as she poured herself some Chivas over the rocks in the kitchen with Bruser standing close beside her. No use moping around with up-tight thoughts of sweet-face driving her into one rage after another. Better that she drink his goddamned Scotch and think about all the goodies that were going to come out of this after all ... and they might be even more exciting than she'd first imagined. God, that lovely sandy-haired creature had looked like a living doll in her summery mini-skirt and blouse. Enviable calves and thighs ... all of her, perfectly rounded hips and buttocks just as she'd mentally pictured her young body earlier ... enough to give a lusty girl like herself the tingles even if she wasn't sensually edgy.
Booze had a way of doing that to her with its potent stimulant seeming to divide its fiery reactions between her head and susceptible loins, hardly ever affecting her tongue or the way she carried herself ... just her resistance capacity and the hot little glow which invariably began to smolder in her lower tummy and up there between her legs....
"Hey!" Jeannie exclaimed with a start, twisting around at the counter where she stood pouring herself another drink to see the powerful Alsatian dog take a sudden step backwards and look up at her open-jawed, as if he were grinning. God, had she imagined it, or had she felt the pressure of his cold wet nose right through her nylon panti-hose against her inner thigh? But she couldn't have imagined that! There were certain places on a girl when touched that she could never be mistaken about, Jeannie reasoned, reaching down behind and under her short skirt to feel of the spot. It was wet! "Well now ... what gives with you, handsome?" she said, a little shiver of excitement rippling over her. "I'll buy your get-acquainted-quick-approach, doll, but after all there're some things you just don't do to a lady on just first-name association."
She couldn't help but smile down at the massive animal whose big brown eyes were focused on her unwaveringly, and then he whimpered as if trying to impart some specific meaning to her. She bent down and petted the crown of his head and he whined once more, moving close to rub his muscular body against the front of her thighs.
"What is it, playboy? Tell Jeannie what's eating at you?" she baby-voiced him, feeling the heat of his mighty body radiated against the sensitive flesh of her nylon encased thighs, and feeling the heat spreading up to her already dully throbbing loins. Damn, she thought, this would never do right in the middle of the day, and with not even her bald-headed little bartender around. "Look, you better run along and do your thing, whatever that is, Mr. Bruser. Jeannie feels the need of a cold shower coming on ... and experience tells her that she better not wait too long."
And she didn't, only long enough to drain her glass, drop in a pair of fresh ice cubes and drown them in Scotch. She was surprised though and laughing lightly when Bruser followed her to the bedroom with adjoining bath where Rita and Art had helped carry her things.
"Okay, stick-tight," the raven-haired young woman continued to smile down at the dog, closing the door behind him. "If it's a strip show you want then you're in the right room." Another roused tremor fluttered over Jeannie's voluptuous body at her own words as she began to unbutton her blouse. "Now if you just had two legs instead of four, and a pair of nice strong arms to hold me with, darling, I'll bet you and I could spark some hot friction in jig-time. Yes'm, we sure could, handsome, because little ol' Jeannie feels all sorts of wild storm clouds gathering right up there between her tingly legs where it gets mighty feverishly wet sometimes ... like right now. Ooo ... crazy booze! Honey-lamb, I sure enough need that simmering down cold shower...!"
With eyes and ears keenly alert, Bruser sat back on his haunches watching this pleasing newcomer with the long, shining night-hair stripping away the things that hid her natural body. The stirring sight brought to his animal-mind vivid mental pictures of the time before, knowing that this one called Jeannie like Rita-would be softly rounded and the color of rich creamy milk to him. She no longer looked or spoke down at him in her gentle tone as he watched her make herself naked. Then, her human female body was finally exposed in its entirety and he began to quietly pant. With fixed eyes, he watched the full roundness of her smooth curves quiver and dance to her movements, the hidden pleasures he knew they contained rousing the familiar heaviness in his responding, agitated animal loins. With a slavering tongue, he licked at his jaws, instinctively staring on the dark curly ringlets of hair shadowing the slender pink crevice up between her long smooth legs ... until he moved forward as if she had beckoned him.
Jeannie hardly noticed the massive Alsatian's approach. She was half-turned and folding her skirt as she had her blouse, wondering whether to return them to her suitcase or lay them temporarily in a drawer. And then, she once more felt the shock of his wet nose coolly brushing high against the front of her inner thigh!
"God!" she gasped out at the unexpected contact, falling backwards a step. Wide-eyed, the astonished naked girl experienced a belated tremor of undeniable sensuous excitement, the effects of it immediately growing when she saw him following up his initial approach. "Wh ... what've you got in mind, lover?" she hissed down at him lewdly, holding her ground and waiting to see, but hardly believing it when once more his chilling, damp nose began to brush upward along the tensed flesh of her soft inner thigh, and further ... until he was actually sniffing at her wetly shimmering pussy!
The powerful dog whimpered at the same time that Jeannie gasped: "Go ahead if you dare! Go on ... lick it, big fellow!" And simultaneously, she was widening the stance of her feet to open her dancer's thighs farther for him, while obscenely, she thrust her smooth fleshy buttocks and hips slightly forward to goad him on all the more!
The animal didn't disappoint her and Jeannie actually saw it happen that first time, her knees nearly buckling from the sensuously ennervating shock! His long, pink dog-tongue spurted out with the fire of a flame-thrower, reaching back between her opened thighs to the sensitive under-cleft to her ass-cheeks, then grazed forward through the silky hair to lave the whole of her quivering cunt lips in a sweeping lick that took him half-way to her navel, and she moaned without shame beneath the bestial enthrallment.
"Oh damn!" she exclaimed when he did it again. Her legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably, the voluptuous brunette sank weakly back onto the edge of the bed and sat there, gaping at his eager persistence. He was trying to wedge his beautiful head between her partially spread legs, his mouth open and tongue lashing out serpent-like! Suddenly, he growled as her hands tried to hold back his animal face, almost frightening her as might a rapist attacking with the insistence of a twisted mind. But she was no victim! And she didn't want him to stop ... not really ... if he ... he would do it! "All right! come up here!" Jeannie whispered to him, slithering back up onto the bed and spreading her smooth white thighs wide to entice him. "Come on, goddamnit! You want to lick my pussy, you handsome brute? Well do it! Come on! Come on! Oh God, Bruser, please come and do it...!"
* * *
Before they got beyond downtown Woodland Hills, Rita had already decided. She talked briefly with Art about it and he didn't seem to mind.
"The bus will have you there an hour or so early, dear," she said, avoiding his expression. "I-I wouldn't even suggest such a thing, Art, but I just don't feel well."
"That's okay, Aunt Rita. I don't mind the bus," the teenager lied. "If you don't feel up to it, go back home." Whatever she was pulling, it was a frigging lie, he thought. But he didn't know that he blamed her, not with the problem she had with his multi-marrying Uncle. Shit, he could handle it all right anyway. All he wanted was the loot for college, the hell with whether he won or lost. In fact, if he lost he'd be better off and wouldn't have to make this run again.
Hell, there was plenty of time for him to show his chess prowess....
"Here's the bus station, darling. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Of course not. I'll catch a cab from the terminal to the hotel."
"Do you have money?"
"Enough. Don't worry about me, Aunt Rita. You just go back home and rest until you feel better."
"A-all right, Art, and ... and I'll be waiting for you to come home."
"Really?"
"Of course, goose ... now go on with you ...!"
* * *
The lustful extent of her mounting passion registered with Jeannie as she lay there lewdly on her back with firm quivering thighs spread lewdly apart in invitation, and her fingertips tracing upward over her flattened stomach to the swollen mounds of her lushly ripened breasts. They reached and teased at her small waxen nipples raised into marblish hardness as her searching eyes glowed hotly at the dog's fierce beauty standing over her!
There was little time to wonder what would happen next, for he dropped that handsome head and began to lick out hotly once more, his long, wet tongue searing over her desire-tautened belly's quavering flesh! She heard her own breathtaking gasp of delight when he did it again and again, then began to work higher up her trembling nakedness, until finally he was tongue-bathing the tender silk-like undersides of her rising and falling breasts, washing up over them to lick at their straining, little nipples! And then, he was tonguing her face ... her lips ... actually kissing her, she wildly reasoned!
"God!" was all the overwhelmed, liquor-mellowed new bride could manage as she lay there in her voluptuously exposed nakedness beneath the aggressive brute's seething tongue. Her excited tummy and ever-sensuous loins had kindled quickly into a central glow of thrilling lust. Wildly, she thought of porno books she'd read and of stag film she'd watched at a party in Vegas where a girl was being fucked by a dog. All of them had feverishly aroused her at the time, but she'd never even remotely thought of experimenting with bestiality, and now as she lay there watching the beautiful animal licking downward away from her fire-filled breasts, she couldn't help but wonder what she had been missing!
She gaped at him with raised head as he backed down between her long opened legs and she luridly spread them wider apart for him, her breathing ragged when he lowered his furry face closer to her hotly seeping vaginal split! Damn, he was! He had to! His hot animal-breath taunted the curled black silky ringlets covering her there! Still, he only sniffed and brushed the coldness of his moist nose against her now fervidly sensitized inner thighs and along her flushed pussy's blood-swollen lips!
"Oh God! Stop your teasing, you four-legged darling! Do it if you're going to ... or maybe you like a little more salacity in your lovemaking!" Jeannie urged impassionedly, raising her legs to draw her rounded full thighs back obscenely, until her yielding ripe breasts were flattening beneath them.
Jeannie heard his whimper then as she shamelessly stared and sensed the contact once more of his hot abrasive tongue with her fleshy, hair-lined cuntal lips! She squirmed impulsively under its fluid heat, feeling it moving downward until it was avidly licking through the smooth crevice between her lewdly upturned ass-cheeks. Her heart thundered in her chest, the blood racing fiercely through her veins, and she wanted to shriek when that tongue began to lick at her puckered little anus, the hot tip wriggling against the tightly clasped opening.
Her gasps were her only commentary to the erotic thrills filling her at his tongue's delicious obscenity. They came with her every breath as he played there, licking and teasing at her vulnerably exposed oval mouth until she was ready to squeal for mercy; then at last his tongue tip was burning a path of wetness upward once more toward her moistly smoldering cuntal slit! A wild ungovernable passion charged over her sizzling nerve-ends as he licked upward along the pink glistening crevice which she watched, then over the entire mound of her seething young cunt!
The incredible tongue gradually penetrated like a sawing, fleshy blade, splaying open her blood-filled vaginal lips to finally reach her erectly quivering clitoris! On and on it continued to butterfly her wetly pulsating cunt's inner flesh while she stared down between her drawn back thighs in a feverish building lust ... and then the fiery pink tongue suddenly spurted in a maddening curl deep up into the receptive hot sheath of her moistly hungering pussy channel! "Ooooohhhh ... oh damn!" she moaned, convulsing beneath his oral caresses as her lust-glazed eyes gaped down at the delectably forbidden spectacle going on between her thighs.
The salacious sight was nearly enough to bring her instantly to climax, Jeannie realized, gasping at the intense sensations his long, slavering tongue was generating through her sensually aroused body. Time and again the dog's tongue licked with merciless greed through her wide-split pussy flesh, never forgetting to teasingly flick at her jerking clitoral bud.
It happened then the first time, the gasping young second-wife losing all sense of relativity as her orgasm struck with a cataclysmic force, expolding deeply within her convulsing loins and abdomen. And then followed the overwhelming rapture, the hot release of her fluid orgasmic flow noticeably exciting the massive, whimpering dog all the more! Avidly, his laving tongue licked in feral excitement through her still spasming cuntal flesh, raising guttural moans from her heaving chest as she writhed and squirmed in a wanton mindlessness beneath it!
"Oh God almighty!" Jeannie cried as the dog's thick tongue thrust far up into her grasping cuntal passage as if to hungrily feed on her spilling p a s s i o n-j u i c e s. "Oohhhh ... love-baby ... there's never been anyone like you! Aahhh ... you dream ... lick it, lover ... tongue-fuck me like that and Jeannie'll flood your handsome mouth again and again!" the desire-inflamed brunette promised wantonly.
Infatuated by the unbelievably ecstasy of it all, she ogled her own voluptuous, showgirl curves rippling in their lewd intoxication beneath his fantastic cunt-licking, the sudden wish that she had her Teddybear's long thick cock fucking into her mouth adding to her lascivious passion. And then, she remembered and retracted her wish ... the bastard! Better that she suck the little bald-headed bartender ... or even the beautiful darling bringing her such heavenly joy right now down between her wide-split thighs and buttocks! God ... whoever, she'd suck him dry ... make him squirt his scalding sweet sperm right down her throat until he drained. The burning, creamy feel of it when she swallowed would make her cum over and over as it filled her needing, hungry belly to the very brim!
Jeannie's sensuously cultivated brain backtracked then, replaying her thoughts as if of its own volition. One of them out of the last few fleeting seconds had subconsciously struck a special vibrant cord of super lust in her desire-inflamed mind, and as she watched her animal-lover's searing tongue deliciously possessing her wetly splayed pink cunt, she knew. But it was more than the stimulating sight of his wetly thrusting tongue that suddenly stopped the in-built projector of her brain ... it was his spectacular animal cock!
A shiver Of previously untapped lust shook the naked young wife, and her gleaming onyx eyes widened to the phenomenon of Bruser's thick, flame-hued cock wetly emerging from its long furry sleeve ... pressing forward in dripping hardness, its scarlet, pointed end jerking rhythmically as it continued to tease outward like a slowly drawn weapon from its concealing scabbard! Sweet damn! She jerked her head from one side to the other to get a better look at it, her long, raven-hair flailing wildly! God, was she losing her mind? Or was that really his cock she was hungrily staring at?
Jeannie had never experienced anything equal to the unbridled sensations of base animalism suddenly screaming through her! They were beyond the wicked, and simultaneously fascinating in the obscene! She had never seen a more handsome shaft of cock-flesh, nor one more temptingly mouth-watering! W-was it even virginal ... from a human standpoint? Damn, she couldn't help but question that with the knowing erotic pleasure the brute had already brought her. Rita ... that peaches and cream young angel-face darling? Someone had educated him ... and beautifully! But that hardly mattered! She'd never known a man who hadn't fucked himself half to death, either!
Suddenly, she reached down to grasp his concentrating, massive furry head. God ... how was she ever going to do this...?
* * *
Rita had satisfied herself that she was being stupid to think Leo's cruel and scandalous act was her due punishment. Even though Jeannie was unquestionably right about her selfish concern with security and being a real wife to him ... like in bed maybe ... all the way? that hardly gave him license, as the lovely brunette had put it, to do such a terrible thing to both of them. Yes, downright wanton though her own lustful acts had been, she'd never really been unfaithful to him, and now for the first time since she'd learned the horrifying truth, the painfully shocked first wife was beginning to enjoy a remorseless sensual pleasure in the vivid memories of her own lewd indulgences. Above all, she wasn't sorry; and she realized that she would eagerly revel in them all again without guilt at the first opportunity!
Maybe she should thank her bigamous husband outright, when and if he had the gall to show his face again. Rita thought acidly as she drove toward Arroya Way, a meaningful little smile playing across her full sensuous lips. But she still loved him ... damnit, yes she did! And Jeannie had honestly admitted her love to him, too! Oh, the bastard! Could it actually be that he really wanted them both! God, that was a stupid question ... he'd married both of them hadn't he? And Jeannie, like herself, had openly said that she didn't want to give him up ... which left them one charted course, to use the stunning girl's own words again. A harem ... what the hell else could it be called?
Drawing closer to her home, Rita once more reviewed Jeannie's puzzling statement: "We share him ... and I don't believe you'll find that too distasteful once the initial shock of the idea has worn off The fringe benefits above are enough to make your red corpuscles stand up and nudge one another, that is if you're all the sensuous gal I think you are...." Another tiny shiver of excitement fluttered over Rita at the thought. Yes, she was all the sensuous gal that the voluptuous other wife thought all right, except she'd never actually realized before to what extent. But ... what had Jeannie really meant, fringe benefits?
Well, in a minute she would get all of the more rousing particulars ... that was Arroya Way directly ahead....
* * *
The excited Alsatian dog had no conception of what the smoothly curved, naked young human female was trying to do, but he was not pleased. She had forced his head back away from her wetly heated cuntal flesh, moving forward onto her hands and knees with full white breasts swaying, causing his heavy throbbing hardness to disappointedly withdraw into its protective sheath. He growled his disfavor even as she continued to speak in soft imploring tones, but she didn't stop until he was pressed down on the bed and lying almost on his back. She crawled up beside and partially over him then with her face down over his aching loins, her long night hair tumbling onto the hard flesh of his belly. Bewildered, Bruser whimpered, and watched as she positioned herself so that the glistening, open pink crevice up between her legs was very close to his mouth, and that he had only to move his head forward and lick out his eager tongue once more!
Frantic emotions were raging through Jeannie's mind and body in her lewd position directly above the hairy opening where Bruser's huge, scarlet dog-cock had suddenly vanished. Just the thought of the obscenity she was about to perform stoked her feverish desire to a white hot flame. Somehow, she had to tease his beautiful penis out in all of its wonderful hardness once more! God, she had to know ... to taste it ... and she moved her hips closer toward his confused animal-face, luridly spreading open her long white legs and taking his head to gently guide his cold wet nose back into her hotly simmering pussy slit.
His thick tongue slashed through the palpitating crevice instantly, and the lushly ripened young brunette moaned as she lowered her cheek to rest against his warm, muscular belly, one hand smoothing down to grasp his concealed animal-penis. Greedily, she began to stroke the heavy outer flesh back and forth, the feel of the hot thickness buried within like a searing hardened pole in her curling, soft hand.
The pleasureful licking of his ardent tongue against her steaming cunt while she hopefully manipulated his thick, protective cock-sheath back and forth, was intensifying Jeannie's sensual appetite beyond all reason. Then suddenly, his penis began to present itself once more, the flame colored, shimmering tip followed by its unending solid thickness slithering outward closer to her breathlessly waiting, tongue-moistened lips ... at last, actually brushing against them!
Mindlessly, Jeannie ovaled her lips and allowed the tapered end of his fire-filled hardness to slip in between them into the hot, liquid shelter of her greedy mouth. Its burning cone-shaped rigidity crept along the length of her excited tongue to almost touch the back of her throat before she withdrew her head a short measure and began to tongue-love it feverishly. Overpowering passion made a sensual whirlpool of her brain at the thought of the delicious utter depravity she was committing. The sudden alive taste of his moist animal cock caused a shameless relish to ripple through her loins.
"Oooohhhh ... it was even more lusciously intoxicating than she'd expected, hotter and harder than any human cock she had ever sucked ... and God. yes, it was still growing inside her saliva-filled mouth! The nakedly kneeling brunette began to suck its sleek hardness, using the same techniques she would use with a man, and she wasn't surprised that he reacted like a human male. Hell, all males are the same when it comes to sucking, she thought lewdly. She could feel his mighty body reacting with intense yearning, his powerful, throbbing loins jerking as they shoved forward, driving his thick red cock deeper into her hungry mouth. Exploringly then, Jeannie caressed one hand downward along his lower belly until she found his huge, cum-ladden balls; she cupped them warmly before beginning to delight them with gentle scratching finger tips. It was that titillation which began Bruser's instinctive fucking rhythm up into her tightly ovaled lips clasped around his massive penis.
The heady intoxicant lust of it all as she mindlessly mouthed and tongue-loved the savage, swollen animal-cock with obscenely vigorous up and down sucking motions would have obliterated an atomic explosion to her deafened senses. Consequently, Jeannie never heard the bedroom door when it opened, nor the gasp of shocked surprise the newcomer made!
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck kind of orgy do you call this, Rita?" a familiar male voice roared. With a raging reluctance Jeannie sucked up off the delicious pulsing hardness filling her mouth and rolled onto her back to face the now recognized masculine presence filling the doorway.
It was at that precise instant that Leo Gaine clutched at the door casing to keep from collapsing! His shock had been so great when he'd opened the door to investigate the unnatural sounds coming from beyond it that he hadn't realized it was a brunette on the bed ... not his blonde wife! But now as he gaped at the beautiful, sensually slackened face and voluptuous nakedness of her, his taxed brain began to scream in horror, not only at the bestial sight he'd walked in on, but at the nerve-shattering realization that the wrong wife lay there before him in this house ... Rita's house ... !
"Jesus Christ almighty! Jeannie...! What the goddamned fuck are you doing here...?"
CHAPTER TEN
At the sight of his bags in the living room, Rita experienced a spontaneous vacuum hollowing in the pit of her belly, its confusing impact melting her nerves even as it strengthened her rage. For long seconds she stood there hesitant to go further, facing the hallway and listening to the sounds of their angrily raised voices. As she listened, the knowledge that her lying, double-dealing husband had been unmasked for what he was finally, revitalized her determination.
A lewd smile crept over her beautiful young face as she moved slowly toward the open bedroom door, sensual excitement rapidly filling the empty sensation inside her at the controlled dominance of Jeannie's throaty voice.
"So ... the lover's finally come home from the wars, eh? Well, bully for you! I'm sure Rita will be happy to see you, darling, just as I am."
"Oh Christ! Don't toy with me, Jeannie! What's happened here ... and call that goddamned dog off, will you?"
"He doesn't like you, sweet-face. You interrupted our delicious sucking party, and I don't like you any better for that either. You could've timed it a few minutes later, after we'd both cum."
"Christ! Now listen to me, Jeannie! You've got to get out of here and right now! I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is it won't work! You and that goddamned dog ... you were actually sucking his filthy cock! I saw you, for Chrissake! Jesus, are you going out of your frigging skull? Where's Rita...?"
And to that, the sandy -haired girl replied in an even voice: "Right behind you, potentate," the angry words of his accusation racing wildly through her mind. Sucking him ... Bruser? Ooooohhhhh ... she couldn't help feeling a sudden pang of jealousy.
"Wh-Rita?" her one-time total husband blurted, half pivoting and nearly losing his balance. "Rita, honey ... what ... oh shit ... you two have really gotten together, haven't you?"
"Shit is a lovely word for it, Leo darling," Rita said, though her eyes were on the naked beauty of the lewdly sprawled Jeannie who was on her elbows on the bed opposite Bruser, the lurid nature of their interrupted performance hardly questionable. God, she had been actually sucking that huge, wonderfully flaming cock of his! Oh dammmmmnnnn ... why hadn't she thought of that! And then, she heard the man she'd married two years before plead: "Now Rita, you listen to me. I can explain my part of this, I swear it...!"
"I'd like to sit and listen to your bullshit, darling, but if you want to know the truth, it no longer interests me," she cut him short, the telegraphing gleam in Jeannie's dark eyes giving her all the reinforcement she needed. "No one's angry with you, daddy ... in fact, you now have a pair of wives to take care of. Right, Jeannie love?"
"To the fullest, hon. You've tapped the nail smack on its flat head, in fact! Our mutual Teddybear is the proud possessor of two loving wives, both young and sexually eager for him to look after, and that's saying nothing of our worldly wants. But ... why talk about them at a time like this when I, for one, crave lusty sex ... and Bruser does too, don't you, baby?"
Ardently, Jeannie ran her hand over the massive Alsatian dog stretched out beside her. The dog whimpered eagerly, an animalish cry which Rita could appreciate even in her green-eyed hunger, and she watched the curvaceous showgirl roll her white, satin-smooth young body back toward the loving brute, smoldering her beautiful face into his heavy loins. Almost before she knew what she was doing, Rita was tugging passionately at her own clothing.
"You can join us Leo husband, or jog off to the nearest pier," Rita said, stripping away her blouse and provocatively grinning at his open-mouthed face. "Your wives hold all the cards, darling, and the best you can do is love them when they want you to. Outside of that, you can run ... but where will you ever find two girls more willing and adaptable to your bigamy?" Then, she laughed as she stood in lacy snug panties and brassiere before him, tantalizingly shrugging away the tiny bra as she stared at the obvious growing hardness in the front of his pants. "Watch me, lover! I'm going to join their party!"
Mad! Both of them! They'd blown their fucking gourds! Goddamn! Never in Christ's world could he have imagined walking into a situation like this! Not only had they gotten together and compared notes, but suddenly they were acting like a pair of warped sex deviates! Jeannie obscenely sucking a frigging dog's prick ... and ... and Rita stripping bare-assed to join her! Oh, sweet Jesus! His whole goddamned life was suddenly as fucked up as a Chinese fire-drill!
And while the knee-sagging, shocked to the bowels husband fell back gapingly against the wall for support, Jeannie slaved salaciously in vindictive delight as she tongued and licked Bruser's throbbing cock right before his repelled eyes. And oddly enough, his stunned expression only added impetus to her race toward wild orgasm! But she could hardly concentrate on him in her maddening drive, and especially when she saw Rita undressing, stripping her clothes away with equal avenging wantonness, until the blonde was breathtakingly naked and crawling onto the bed behind Bruser! Jeannie watched her snuggling up tightly to the massive animal's back, hugging him, with her head just above his where she could watch his fantastic licking tongue lashing through Jeannie's wetly splayed, hot cunt flesh.
Impossible! A fucking nightmare! It just couldn't be happening, Leo Gaine's whirling brain tried to lie to him, just as the goddamned cunt-licking mutt let out a guttural snarl and began to furiously hump until his unbelievably huge cock had to be driving right down into Jeannie's soft, receptive throat! And Christ, as if that weren't enough to destroy his faith in woman-kind, Rita had eased her little hand between Jeannie's gorgeous, widespread ass-cheeks and was probing with extended middle finger at his second wife's tightly clenched little ass-hole! Bug-eyed he watched the finger wriggle and worm, until like a skinny prick, it was sliding eagerly up into the warm rubbery depths that he so well remembered! Good Christ! Where had Rita learned that!
Jeannie moaned out then, groaning around the suck-crazed dog's cock, and the way the brute was jerking and whimpering, Leo knew the sonovabitch was shooting his hot savage cum right straight down the back of her lovely little throat. Ohhhhhhh ... mother fuck ... his own thick rigid penis was throbbing like crazy inside his pants ... !
To Jeannie in her mindless rapture, the thick stream of tangy, seething sperm squirting into her throat was unending, flooding back into her sucking mouth before she could swallow it away! Over and over, the climaxing darling continued spurting into her; then she too exploded, her orgasm carrying her right up and away on a magic carpet of sensual bliss ... !
Rita slowly withdrew her finger then from Jeannie's still spasming, tight-clinging rectal walls, a passionate shiver rippling over her keyed-up naked body at the lewd sucking sound it made when it was withdrawn from between her lovely widespread buttock-cheeks. She rolled back away from the unnatural pair of lovers and sat upright to smile saucily at their husband who still slumped bonelessly against the wall near the door where she'd left him, his saucered eyes looking dazed, his generally handsome mouth hanging open. Her own gaze lowered then to lock on the unhidable bulge in the front of his pants, her acquaintance with its long, thick hardness immediately feeding the sensuous desire Jeannie and Bruser's lustful show had set to glowing down between her hotly tingling thighs.
"Come on, big daddy, it's your turn now," she said with eyes sparkling as she crooked a finger at him and worked her way to sit with feet dangling off the edge of the bed.
"Now ... now look here, Rita ... Jesus Christ ... I don't know what you two figure you're going to pull, but ... but don't think you can hoodwink me for one goddamned minute!" Leo managed in a raspy voice that was anything but confident.
"And just who tried to hoodwink whom, potentate?" Rita fired back at him, her eyes narrowing angrily as Jeannie sat up to swing around beside her, one slender white hand unashamedly brushing away a viscid string of Bruser's sticky animal cum from her wet lips.
Jeannie grinned nastily at him, "Could it be that you'd like to press the issue, sweet-face, to find out whether the courts frown on these cozy little double-dealings or not? Hmmmmmmm, I wonder what the penalty for bigamy is anyway? Are you up on that, Teddybear?"
"Oh ... oh shit!" Leo groaned helplessly, realizing that there was no reason in the world why they shouldn't nail his ass right to a tree. They had him cold and they both knew it! There was no appealing to their sympathy, at least not right now ... and maybe never! Fuck, he could see it all, his whole goddamned future looming up before him. They intended to make a regular shackled slave of him, work him like a bastard to support them, then drain his balls over and over between them! He could never stand it, for Chrissakes .,. . !
"Let's get nice and naked for Rita, daddy," his sandy -haired wife said, a little shiver of erotic anticipation rippling over her deliciously exposed curves. "I want to see that big hard cock that's nearly bursting out the front of your pants, so let's not be little-boy obstinate any longer, eh? Strip for us, darling, and in the meantime your sweet wives will decide what we're going to do with it."
"Come on, hon, let's help him!" Jeannie suggested, bouncing up off the bed to advance on the immediately shrinking male with Rita right behind her.
Leo Gaine almost frantically imagined they looked like vultures disguised in curvaceous female bodies as they attacked, giggling and cooing their lascivious plans for him to each other while they systematically plucked the clothes from him until he was as stark naked as they were!
"Well ... it's not as big as Bruser's hon, but it'll have to do until that darling has a rest," Jeannie lewdly measured, reaching down from where she stood beside him to grasp hold of his jerking, thickly hardened cock-shaft.
Leo couldn't help lurching and grunting to the sensitive contact, gaping down as his brunette wife began to lewdly stroke its heavy foreskin back and forth and reveal the moist, blood-swollen head. And then, Rita was dropping to her knees in front of him, her eyes gleaming and her lush young lips hungrily parting, the tip of her little pink tongue visible and aimed directly at the tiny drop of his seeping sperm beading at his glans' small slit! A wild excitement charged through him as he waited, his trembling legs suddenly feeling like so much cooked macaroni. Christ, it's been how long since she'd done that? ... and then, Rita ovaled her lips after licking them wickedly, while Jeannie continued to stroke his throbbing pole of hardness! Rita's tiny tongue flicked out to swipe away that bubble and several more as his dark-haired second wife luridly milked its pulsating, heavy-veined length, squeezing out more and more pre-ejaculate for Rita's lustfully licking consumption!
"Mmmmmmmmmm, that's hot and sweet tasting, daddy," Rita whispered, looking up at him and smacking her lips. "It makes this little wife want to suck the whole load of it right down into her belly!"
"Go ahead, hon! Your turn first and Jeannie'll help. Look!" she said excitedly, moving around behind their mutual, head swiveling husband and lowering to her own knees. "Now spread your legs, Teddybear ... wider, lover ... that's it! While you suck him, darling I'll just tongue his balls until he goes out of his simple mind!"
And sweet Jesus, he was about to do exactly that! Rita had curled her warm fingers around his aching cock replacing Jeannie's and suddenly plunged her ovaled soft lips over its swollen head, locking them around it in a demanding liquid pressure. He staggered above her lovely head, watching with lust-filled eyes her tightly clasping lips encircling it, while beneath and between his legs from behind, the naked ex-showgirl was not only wetly tongue-lashing his raging balls, but every so often he sensed her beautiful mouth opening wide to heatedly suck first one and then the other sperm-laden testicle into the warm wetness of her tender mouth.
From the beginning, Leo uncontrollably thrust forward with his naked hips, sliding his long thick hardness in and out of Rita's ovaled lips with a sleek sucking sound, guided by her hand grasping at its base while he clutched her face between his own. Her cheeks hollowed and puffed beneath his hands as his burning cock fucked in and out of her greedily, sucking mouth, her head working as diligently as were his hips. He wished he could see her seductively jiggling breasts, but her long blonde hair hid them from him ... and he could only imagine the obscene sight of Jeannie greedily licking and sucking his now bloated balls down between his spread legs!
With little less than sadistic ruthlessness, Rita vehemently mouthed and pulled at his hardened, ever-growing penis, wanting the flooding gushes of his scalding white cum squirting wildly into her mouth and dribbling down her throat, but as intense as the passion spurring her luridly on was, her rancorous desire to vengefully torment him was greater. Lustfully, he fucked into her mouth, his blood-engorged, hot spongy cock-head driving deeper toward her yearning throat as he grunted and clutched at her face like a man about to blow his mind. She did it then ... pulling her clasping lips off his frantically throbbing cock with a jerk of her head, even though she felt her own orgasm ready to explode in her hot little cunt. She raised her face to smile harassingly up at him.
"Did you like that, Leo love?" she twitted, her eyes dancing to the tiny shivers of near-orgasm racing pell-mell within her own quivering belly and pleasurefully teased young loins.
"Oh Christ, Rita honey! Don't stop now! Goddamn ... I was just about to...!"
"Yes, I know, daddy," his beautiful, sandy-haired tormentor continued to smile nastily up at him as she backed away then got to her feet, "but I don't think you should just yet. You know how absolutely useless it gets after you cum once, and it has so many more dutiful tasks to perform on your eager mates before we're finished with this little conjugal party. Don't you agree, Jeannie darling?"
"I think you're being adorably unselfish about it, hon!" his vivacious second wife exclaimed, her naked curves rippling provocatively as she moved around to join and slip her arm about Rita's slender, hour-glass waist. "Which just proves how perfectly harmonious a pair of loving wives can be in the sharing of their husband, right, doll?" And with that, right before his goddamned eyes, Jeannie kissed her with moist open lips smothering Rita's receptive mouth, Jeannie's delicate hand smoothing up along her satiny belly to finally cup and tenderly caress one of his number one wife's fully rounded, nipple-hardened breasts.
"Oh jumping fuck!" Leo Gaine choked out to the lesbianistic act, his aching cock straining uncontrollably as Rita purred and Jeannie went on cupping and fondling her resilient naked breast, their tiny tongues obviously stabbing and licking at one another! It was no use! They planned to destroy what was left of his frigging mentality, and that wasn't going to take long! Shit, he needed a drink ... something to restore some spark of sanity in him ... , "Hey, Teddybear lover, where do you think you're off to?" Jeannie called after him.
"Don't worry, I'm not going very goddamned far like this," he moaned, looking down at his nakedness and poling length of blood-locked prick. "But you loving spouses will permit me a drink, won't you? Christ, I've got to have a bracer of some sort...."
"And Jeannie's got just what the ardorous husband needs, sweet-face," she said, advancing on one suitcase and bending down to deliberately display her perfectly ovaled, full white buttocks and long, show-girl legs. "It'll put the brace right where you're going to need it most lamb ... in your sweet cock!"
Both Rita and Leo watched as she returned opening a small, flat wooden box containing slender, cigarette-length cigars. "What the hell are they?" he questioned.
"The Cuban gems I mentioned to you earlier, Rita," Jeannie answered. "Except that these have an added quality. They've been cured in extracted oil of cannabis, and believe me, dolls, they're the ultimate in stimulating highs! Shall we?"
"Yes!" Rita answered enthusiastically. "Amongst other things I'm getting delightfully acquainted with, I've always wanted to smoke pot ... grass, or whatever you call it!"
"Shit ... why not?" Leo said, shuddering unexpectedly as Rita reached down to lewdly fondle his aching cock once more. "Let's go whole hog!"
"That's my daddy," the blonde wife whom he'd never even known before, for Chrissakes, cooed at him, leaning close to peck at the tip of his nose while reaching farther down between his legs to warmly cup his churning balls in a gentle pressure. "And after, we're all going to have a real love-party ... something wild and different! God, Jeannie how will we do it...?"
Watching from one advantageous corner where he'd finally lumbered to stretch out and recuperate. Bruser gazed with unwaning interest at the naked humans now carrying on before him. The ruttish acts both his warm, white-bodied young female mates had performed on the male as well as each other, were more fascinating than stimulating at the moment to the prostrate, massive animal. A sweet smoky odor had begun to fill the room along with their laughter as they huddled close together, touching mouths, all of them, the women to the man and the women to one another while all of their hands pawed over each other's naked white bodies ... until finally, they were on top of the bed, and he got up unnoticed to go out and investigate the noise from the other part of the house.
Art saw his big pet trotting along the hallway with wagging tail toward him. He grinned and petted the dog affectionately, though he was still a little irked at the tournament's postponement for another three days. Bad weather had forced the plane bringing the Russian masters down over Iceland, which he'd later decided might not be so bad at that. It was going to give him a longer stay with his luscious Aunt Rita, and that wouldn't be at all hard to take. The entire way back on the bus he'd been thinking about it and planning how he'd get around Jeannie's being in the house, his virile young cock stretching into a gnawing hardness that was still pushing at the front of his pants....
The teenager saw the valises on the floor near the davenport then, remembering them to be Uncle Leo's and a sinking feeling caught at his gut. But before it could take its full effect of disappointment, loud voices mixed with some laughter and graphic four-letter words reached him, drawing the youth magnetically toward the open door where he'd carried in Jeannie's suitcases!
Now, Rita honey, I want you to look closely at one of those fringe benefits I mentioned earlier," Jeannie said, rolling onto her back to lewdly spread her long white legs open wide before the kneeling, glazed-eyed girl beside her. And while Leo sat cross-legged on the other side of her, lustfully watching and grasping his upthrusting, swollen hard cock, Jeannie reached down between her full white thighs with both hands to luridly splay open her vaginal lips and expose her glistening wet cuntal flesh. "Look tempting, baby? Have you ever licked a hot pussy?"
Rita, near-voicelsss in the exotic euphoria the joy-bringing little cigar had swept delectably over her excited nakedness, shook her head as she looked down at Jeannie's openly displayed cunt, a series of erotic shivers racing through her at the lasciviously enticing sight. Mindlessly, the young blonde stroked upward along the soft inner-side of Jeannie's satin-sleek thigh, until her trembling fingers made soft contact, then began to explore and play in the wetly heated pussy-flesh the other still held wantonly spread open for her.
"Ooooooooh," Jeannie mewled, squirming her nakedly curving hips and buttocks beneath Rita's gentle touch; then she moaned in loud pleasure as she felt a fingertip brushing over her tiny erect clitoris. "God, that's heavenly, pet, but I wish it were your hot silky tongue!"
Again, Rita experienced tremors of passionate delight rippling over her as Leo said in a husky, lust-filled voice: "Go on! Lick that pretty little cunt, honey! Christ, I want to watch you do it ... r
"Oh no, sweet-face. I've got other plans for you!" Jeannie said, rolling onto her side with her back to him. "Now, Rita baby, you crawl up the other way, so your sweet little pussy is right where I can kiss and tongue it while you lick mine. And then, Teddy bear's going to snuggle up close to my ass-cheeks and you're going to worm that big hard cock of his right up into my little ass-hole where you can watch it fuck into me while you lick me wild! How's that for starters?"
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... yes! Yes!" Rita exclaimed crawling quickly into position. "Hurry everybody! I've never watched anyone being sodomized!"
"Sweet fuck!" Art whispered to himself as he reached down to clutch at his own eagerly straining penis, throbbing in wild excitement at all that he'd seen so far. to say nothing of Jeannie's obscenely far-out plans for the immediate future!
They hadn't even noticed him standing there in the doorway, they were so goddamned strung-out and he knew that it had to be pot or something similar he was smelling. He watched their naked white bodies squirming and writhing into their specific lurid positions, both girls opening their full rounded thighs wide for the other, Jeannie's pink wet-split and the smooth hairless crevice of her widespread ass-cheeks with its centered little anal hole looking directly at him! Then, Aunt Rita's nuzzling face was partially hiding that delicious view as her mouth suddenly glued itself to Jeannie's hair-lined cunt folds, one hand reaching over to clutch at the brunette's lush buttock, the other hand with distended finger moving between to begin gently prodding her clenched rectal opening, as if getting the tiny mouth ready for Uncle Leo's huge cock that was moving into attacking position! Christ, he had to get in closer where he could see this better!
Immediately, Rita felt the rapturous sensations of Jeannie's wildly lashing tongue stabbing and lovingly whipping her seething pussy flesh while one finger began to fuck in and out of her wetly clasping, fire-filled vagina. Then the raven-haired beauty's pursed lips were nibbling softly at her jerking little clitoral bud while Rita lovingly hugged at Jeannie's nestled head with her own soft warm thighs, nostrils flaring wide at the racy, perfumed essence of her female-lover's cunt.
Still unskilled, Rita tried to mimic Jeannie's cuntal play down between her legs, ardently tongue-scourging the intoxicating wet crevice's blood-heated inner flesh while her outstretched middle finger probed at the tightly puckering anal opening before sliding up into the warm, rubbery nether channel. And then, as. she saw her husband's long thick cock crowding closer in toward Jeannie's tiny anal opening. Rita emitted a quick gasp to the sudden unexpected penetration of her counterpart's finger slipping right up into her own vulnerable little rectum.
"Christ, Rita! Put it in! Hurry!" Leo rasped. "I've got to fuck some hole before I go bats."
Jesus! Art mentally exclaimed, watching his uncle slip his arm over Jeannie to greedily grasp one of her full resilient tits and begin kneading the smooth white flesh in his big hand while he lustfully pressed his eagerly throbbing penis in tighter to her writhing ass-cheeks. The-staring teenager saw Rita take hold of the massive cock and slip a good half of the fleshy rod between her wetly ovaled lips, obviously slicking it for the tight penetration to come! Shit, he didn't care if they saw him or not, the youth wildly reasoned, ripping open the front of his pants and releasing his own aching hardness which he lustfully grasped with a throaty sigh of relief.
Holding Leo's vibrant, solid hardness with one hand, Rita lewdly pulled at Jeannie's pliant ass-cheeks with the other to partially stretch open her puckered little rectal opening. God, Leo's penis was never going to fit up in there, the young wife insanely reasoned as she stared at the tiny working mouth then at the lust-swollen cock-head! Jeannie's hips and buttocks began to wriggle urgently, and the sandy-haired girl luridly made the contact, pressing and worming the blood-engorged tip into the tight expanding opening while Jeannie squirmed and writhed her straining white mounds cravingly back onto it. Leo's hips thrust forward to the raven-haired young second wife's eager back-movements, until Rita breathlessly watched the hot spear of rigid cock flesh skewer its way right up into her tightly resisting anus!
"Oh!" Rita gasped at the obscene, sodomizing sight as well as the fantastically erotic sensations Jeannie's glued mouth and stretching finger, delightfully rotating deep up inside her own rectal channel, were bringing her. She lashed out with her own fiery tongue once more, burying it in the profusely wet flesh of Jeannie's steaming cuntal crevice, her nose sometimes brushing against Leo's heavy-veined cock-shaft that was beginning to fuck with meaning in and out of the grotesquely stretched anus, his velvety cum-bloated balls brushing hotly against her forehead with every stroke. She watched in impassioned fascination the other wife's pink rectal flesh salaciously clinging to the huge sodomizing penis with every withdrawal, then vanishing back up inside the sucking passage when he rammed up into the brunette's nether depths.
Oh God! The mere watching was driving her mad, and greedily she squirmed her own desire-incited buttocks back onto Jeannie's slender finger, mentally determined that their mutual husband would have to sodomize her next ... !
A sudden movement registered in Rita's peripheral vision and she twisted her head enough to see Art standing there, his handsome teenage cock in his hand, and she gasped with lustful joy the sight of him and his beautiful cock sent charging through her.
"Darling, you're back! Oh God, get naked quick, Art baby! Aunt Rita needs you so bad!"
"What the hell...!" Leo blurted, lifting his head to gape at the boy. "Oh shit! What's that fucking pansy think he's going to do?"
"Just what you're doing, daddy!" Rita answered excitedly. "And oh, you're so wrong about him; he's a wonderful lover! Come on, Art baby! Get out of those clothes and let Jeannie worm that wonderful man-cock up into Aunt Rita's waiting little ass-hole! Hurry, darling, hurry...!"
"Oh shit ... why not?" Leo slurred in drugged salacity. "Let's keep it in the family, anyway!"
Once more, from his stretched out advantage corner, Bruser focused his big rounded eyes with growing interest on the human white bodies writhing and straining in utter abandonment on the bed. The sight of his young master's nakedness moving up behind the fawn-haired Rita, then Jeannie taking his long male hardness to help press it up into the tiny pink hole between her widely stretched white mounds, caused the blood to start moving arousingly through his veins. He raised his head to better see, feeling the surge of heaviness stirring in his powerful loins again at the ruttish gasps and wild slapping sounds they made. Then he heard his Rita cry out, and though it was a cry of pain, Bruser instinctively knew it was bringing her pleasure and she wanted it.
In fact, never had the nakedly slaving, curvaceous young wife ever wanted anything more than the long thick teenage cock that was sodomizing her while Jeannie relentlessly licked and sucked at her fuming cunt. Oh, what tormenting joy, she masochistically reasoned to the unbelievable ass-fucking Art was giving her. The eager youth clung to her desire-swollen breasts, kneading and pinching their tiny hardened nipples as she licked and sucked at the wet burning flesh of Jeannie's open pussy, her glazed eyes feasting on Leo's pulsating hard cock fucking up into her female partner's stretched little anus with a maddening rhythm!
And then, Jeannie's widespread, intense loins began to tremor and Rita knew! Hungrily, the younger wife glued her wetly sucking lips to the other's frantic cuntal mouth, licking wildly as Jeannie began to moan into the hot crevice of her own madly churning pussy-slit!
"Sonovabitch!" their husband swore. "Now ... now goddamnit! I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!"
Rita hardly needed their lewd exclamations of passion to set off her own climax, for she had been that close since the beginning when Art had worked his beautifully hardened shaft up into the depths of her virginal rectum and began wildly fucking her there. That and Jeannie's enravishing mouth-loving of her fire-filled cunt would have been sufficient, but now as she saw Leo's white sticky sperm back-washing from Jeannie's tightly clasping anal-lips, it happened!
"Ooooohhhhhhhh Godddddddd! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" Rita cried out to Art as he fucked with young fierceness up between her flattened ass-cheeks. His big teenage cock suddenly began to grow inside her stretched rectal walls that were spasming rhythmically as her orgasm devastated her loins and belly. She heard him squeal in a cracked adolescent voice as he began pumping his fresh searing sperm up into her convulsing nether channel to fill those hitherto untouched secret depths of her. She couldn't resist licking out at the underside of Leo's softening, sperm-covered cock, while lustful visions of their erotic future together flickered vaguely in the back of her passionate young brain ... !
Bruser dropped his head onto the plush carpet once more, though the heaviness of rut-stirred arousal surged uneasily in his mighty loins. But the long sighs and stretched-out naked forms on the bed advised him that it was resting time, just as he had sought tranquility for a time. Still, he was edgy and he raised his head once more, his keen sense of smell detecting the zesty she-aromas above all else. His powerful jaws opened into a panting grin. Already, the Alsatian had instinctively come to know human patience and even why.
Their female season was unending and he could wait!
