The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen windowpanes to form golden squares of light on Cindy Collin's outstretched legs as she sat pensively staring at the spacious yard outside of her home. To the side she could see the front lawn, freshly mown into a lovely expanse of verdant green, as smooth as a velvet carpet unrolled from the narrow, tree-shaded street. Like gems in gold settings, each house in the neighborhood was nearly surrounded by perfectly kept hedges and flowering bushes.
If only her personal life was as fresh and pure as her home setting. . .
Tears of misery welled up in Cindy's clear blue eyes as she stared over at the white-doubled tiered birthday cake, its red rose trimmings that had looked so perky and fresh in the bakery, now blurred into a smudge of blood red.
The blonde wife swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten, her emotions choking her. Oh, she had looked forward to this evening-Ralph's surprise birthday party-for so long, had planned, met with caterers to decide on appropriate foods, had hand-picked the roses that would float in the chilled champagne bowls. And now she didn't know if she even wanted to be there. Something had happened yesterday to dampen her enthusiasm, cooled her bubbling fervor like champagne gone flat. Jay North, her lustful neighbor and a real DEVIL had returned from a two year business venture in London, bringing with him black memories of Cindy's sordid past.
If he hadn't been so damned good looking and she so frightfully lonely, it never would have happened. But wishing could not erase the adulterous affair, nothing could; and Cindy had resigned herself to suffer the consequences. Worst of all, everyone seemed to know except for poor, dear loving Ralph.
Cindy uncrossed her legs and pulled her stool closer to the bar that separated the living room from the kitchen, focusing blurrily her eyes on the list of errands yet to be done before seven o'clock that evening when the guests would arrive full of vigor anxious for the party she'd been bragging about. The party that was to pull poor Ralph out of his doldrums.
Ralph needed a reprieve from his emotional and physical torrent as much as Cindy needed to forget about her past. Yet, strangely enough, it was all woven together in one poisonous web delicately balanced, symmetrical, and dangerous.
It started three years ago when Ralph was a test pilot at China Lake, a two-hour drive from where the Collins lived now, in the middle of the affluent neighborhood of Kengsington. An ex-Air Force officer, Ralph had his sites set on working toward the space program well under way in Southern California where the federal government had set up a new test station. One of the older men at the test pilot station, Ralph was looking forward to retirement and a new career. He love soaring, he loved the skies. . . until his accident.
A spark from one of the engineer's cigarettes had been responsible for the explosion that had cost Ralph Collin's the use of his right leg and almost his life, too. For nine months he'd lain in the hospital with an oxygen tent rattling crisply with each artificial inhalation and exhausting exhalation. From March until July the doctors had vacillated, not knowing whether amputation would put a halt to the festering infection that had set in, for not only was the leg imbedded with shrapnel, but had been badly burned as well.
During those nine months Ralph recognized no one, including his beautiful blonde wife who visited him religiously at one o'clock in the afternoon until visitors were rousted from the bedsides of their beloved's by the soft, whispering voice of the head nurse. With the reverence of a woman lighting candles for a saint, Cindy would lift her husband's cold, lifeless hand to her lips, kissing the graying flesh, and always hoping for a squeeze of recognition.
For months none came.
Her faith grew stronger, but her flesh weakened. Friends warned her that she was taking it too hard, that she should try to relax and enjoy herself, that sitting by a dying man for months on end would only squeeze her own dying energies. It was true.
In the winter of '74 Cindy Collins was stricken by an Asian virus, nothing serious her doctors told her: stay in bed and take plenty of aspirin, they said while she hacked and coughed blood. The next week she came down with a severe asthma attack that turned to pneumonia. Neighbors brought her chicken soup, the latest ladies magazines, even flowers. But it only depressed her; life seemed so hopelessly painful, with never a moment of relief. Every spare moment when she could talk for more than a couple of minutes at a time without spitting blood-was spent on the telephone, talking to doctors about Ralph's seemingly hapless condition. They told her to keep the faith, keep praying, that miracles did happen. She would nod, sobbing back the tears, a trembling hand resting the telephone receiver back on its cradle. Her faith weakened.
Life couldn't go on, she told herself. The love she felt was never returned and slowly it began to eat at her, the guilt of that emotion adding to her confusion. Night after night she'd lay awake in the double bed where she and Ralph used to enjoy such wonderfully exquisite lovemaking, wondering if it would always be that way. The realization that Ralph could lie under that oxygen tent for months, years, without ever being able to make love to her again gnawed at her spirit in tiny ceaseless bites and nibbles.
As day after sunless day clouded her lucid mind, Cindy began to find relief in the bottle. It started after the first asthma attack when a friend recommended just a finger of sherry. Good for the cough, she'd said, warning Cindy that it was a medicine and not to be over or misused. One finger and Cindy's throat would stop rasping; two fingers and she felt warm, aglow; three fingers and she could cope with the knowledge that it might be a long, long time before that cold expanse of wasted bed space would be filled with a hearty and robust male such as Ralph.
Weeks wasted on, and Cindy was beginning to feel more vivacious, more in tune with life around her. The grass looked greener, the skies bluer, the smells sweeter-she didn't know why; she hadn't noticed it was summer. Friends seemed dearer, more supportive. And after one harrowing experience of setting the bed mattress on fire with her burning cigarette while falling into a drunken stupor, Cindy put the bottle away for good.
Hot, long summer nights sitting out on the porch, listening to the crickets serenade the stars that flicker overhead, can be torturous for a woman hungry for love. Especially for a twenty-four year old woman married to a man who lay helpless in a hospital bed with a "No Visitors" sign hung on the door knob, while only the deathly rattle of the oxygen tent kept him alive.
So when Jay North moved in next door she didn't consider it improper to accept his dinner invitation, only neighborly. He was alone, too, he'd told her, having just broken up with his wife, explaining that was why he'd bought his puppy dog, a black and caramel German Shepherd. They'd spent one evening together sipping liquor and talking above the low, soft whispering melody of Andre Previn. The lights were low, the music soft, the liquor soothingly sweet. Jay had all the ingredients mixed to the perfect potency. Above all, Jay was tall, broad shouldered and had a strong jaw line. Cindy liked that. She could tell he was wealthy and had traveled extensively, judging from the decor of his home.
Above the fireplace hung a rack of Elk's horns which he explained to her he'd shot on an expedition in Alaska. Her feet, nakedly slipped out of her sandals, where resting on a zebra skin he'd won a trophy for in last summer's hunting spree in Africa. Everything in his house from the ashtrays to his bath towels reeked of money, cultivated taste. She guessed Jay to be about forty years old, judging from the wealthy crop of black hair which he wore in a fashionable masculine shagginess to the nape of his neck, with only a slight tinge of grey blemish to his temples. But his eyes, his lecherous dark eyes that captivated and held her attention finally erased the red line for the heart-sick and lonely woman, who never new, when she woke in the morning, if by night fall she would be a widow.
He was convincing, listened intently, studying the demure blonde over the rim of his glass. She could tell he'd had his way with more women than she had friends, but it didn't matter. . . then.
How the subject turned to sex, she couldn't remember, was too tipsy on the liqueur to even care. With gracious gestures, he'd given her a tour of the house; led her to the bedroom and closed the door. A well-mannered and nattily dressed man, with just the right splash of cologne, she'd not resisted him when he led her to the bed. Euphoric, wondering why such a handsome and rich man as Jay North would choose her, Cindy felt as if she were starring in a movie with Robert Redford. Oh, it felt so good to be the object of a man's attention again! Anything that felt that good couldn't be wrong, and if it was, life wasn't worth living. But she'd had her share of suffering and sacrifice, she'd paid her dues, and now it was time to collect a few of life's benefits. As an idea it was fantastically beautiful, but in practicality, she knew it wouldn't work.
They were alone in the dimly lit room where three foot-high electric candles cast wedges of light over their entwined bodies sprawled out on the brass bed. Jay's raw silk smoking jacket was tossed carelessly over the foot of the bed, and in minutes, Cindy's dress, though technically still on, was unzipped completely down her bare back and pulled down over her hips so that she was nearly nude above the top of her dress, wearing only her lacy white bra to conceal the panting crests of her firm breasts.
"Oh, Jay, please. . . it's not right. I've got a husband who's almost dead and. . ."
"Please, hush, my darling," he cooed convincingly, wiping a single tear that purled down her high cheekbone, like a trickle of gold as it shimmered in the reflected light of the candle.
"Don't think about him now. You can't stop living because of him. It's not fair to cheat yourself that way, Cindy," he said, stroking back her short, curly hair to appreciate her angelic features.
"But. . . but it doesn't seem right... it's tainted already," protested Cindy feebly, knowing her defenses had been all but shattered with the touch of his soft hand. God, how long had it been since I've felt a man's hands on me, she mentally questioned herself, knowing the answer would only justify what she knew she would do.
"It's not tainted, it's beautiful. Your husband, if he really loves you, wouldn't want you to go without, now would he? If he really cares for you as much as you say, he'd want you to go on living. . . yes, even without him." Jay's soft, mellifluous voice flowed on, like a slow moving river at dusk.
She wished he would be quiet, but she couldn't fault his words, however persuading they might be. He droned on and on, stroking her hair lovingly, assuring her that marital fidelity was out-of-mode, that during a marriage a husband and wife slip now and then, that there was nothing detrimental about it, it only made them appreciate each other all the more. Slowly, his logic sparked an old memory that the young wife had sworn to the gods above she would never use as a wedge against her husband. Cindy's heart beat faster as she recalled a summer after she and Ralph were first married when Ralph had admitted having an affair with one of the secretaries at China Lake, and though she had never understood, without emotion, how somebody who loved another could go to bed for a one-night stand without so much as a wink of the eye, she was beginning to open her eyes to the possibility.
Poor Ralph, he would never speak to her again if he knew how tempted she was now, lying in another man's arms. A man strong and virile as Ralph used to be. It would be the end of their marriage if Ralph ever found out she'd gone even this far with a stranger, a perfect stranger, who just that week had moved into Kensington. But she'd gone too far already. . . like a car racing out of control downhill, she'd come too far, too fast, to be stopped now, and she knew it . . . she hated herself for it, but she knew it. Cindy Collins felt worse than the lowest slut walking the streets; never in her life had she felt so dirty, so degradingly low . . . but she was powerless to stop.
If the strength were there, would I stop him? She wondered. Would I leap from his bed and bring an end to this silliness right now? Would I?
Somehow Cindy doubted she'd stop herself or Jay if she were able to do so. She tried to take the back way out, to just shut her mind to what was happening, that way she'd never have to face the truth again. . . she'd never had to admit her own guilt. I'm not doing this, I'm not! It's just happening. . . it's not my fault. Ralph, oh dear, God, Ralph, it's not my fault! Dear God, please make him understand.
Jay's fingers knotted firmly in the sheer fabric of her dress and finished the job of stripping it from her trembling flesh. He could tell she was ready; he knew women, had certainly had his share. He pushed her, firmly onto her back, flat against the bed and paused to drink in her incredible loveliness. His eyes probed every hollow of her near-naked beauty, his eyes seemed hypnotically drawn to the twin soft mounds of her breasts, still hidden under the white lacy gauze of her bra; they seemed to beckon his touch, to invite his moist lips against the hot quivering flesh of her pliant globes.
Cindy quivered on the bed, her heart beating a staccato rhythm in her heaving chest. She felt like a different woman, a woman who had known nothing but joy in the past months. Yes, she admitted to herself, she felt like a single woman again, a woman openly willing to accept a man's unique gift. And it had been so long, so god awful long.
She looked at him as he stood up at the side of the bed, sure of his conquest now, not doubting for an instant that she would remain quietly where he left her, awaiting his virility. She felt she should be embarrassed, at least a little, that in deference to some unwritten code she should look away demurely as he undressed. But somehow that seemed ludicrous if they were about to make love, why should she not see his full nakedness, his unshielded manhood?
She knew this was the last chance she'd get; if she leaped from this bed now and pronounced the final curtain of this parade of mistakes, then this moment of unthinking folly would be over. That's all it would take; Ralph would never question her decision if he thought she was serious. That's all it would take, just that simple act, that one easy declaration . . .
Her eyes panned the length of his trim hard body like the lens of a camera, down past the scruffy fur of his solid chest, down past the thin funneling trail of light curly mesh that led to his flat abdomen and then mushroomed again in a thick wiry triangle of hair that was only slightly darker than the rest. She didn't lift her eyes, didn't blink, as she slid his crisp white embroidered jockey shorts down his tennis-tightened thighs and then off; her eyes stayed glued to his middle as the top band of his under shorts rode over the long, resisting curve of thick hardened flesh protruding from his belly thicket. As his shorts cleared the swollen tip of the long shaft, it snapped to a rigid, ramrod-straight attention, jutting out menacingly from his hair-covered loins, rock-hard and ready. It seemed to be aimed at her, its one eye unblinking, unseeing, pointed straight at her nakedness. She made no move at all, she didn't even breathe.
It entered smoothly and easily, well lubricated with the ample flow of love juices already coming from her excited furrow. Jay had finished the choice task of stripping away her bra and panties in less than a minute, and was now between her smooth, soft thighs, his hard bronzed flesh contrasting starkly with her alabaster silkiness. Reflexively, without thinking, her legs rolled tight back against her breasts, crushing the pink, crinkly nipples beneath her knees as she doubled up, opening to her lover the treasured, moist slit of her pussy. His slow, deliberate strokes were perfectly rhythmic, rocking in and out of her tightly clasping wet sheath in steady skewering thrusts. It didn't take long-charged as they both were, wound feverishly like a couple of coiled springs; it was an easy climb to the pinnacle of ecstatic release. Jay's long hard prick began to pump faster, building to a quick, frantic beat, each deep shove nestling the blood engorged head of his organ far up into her quaking belly.
Cindy bit painfully into her lower lip, stifling the cry that ached to escape her lungs, her widespread thighs pulled tightly against her chest. She sank her sharpened nails into her lover's muscular back and he flinched and nearly cried out. But he didn't slow the relentless pounding of his hairy, sweat-matted pelvis against her invitingly upturned loins.
The both felt the end coming. . . they both tensed to the soles of their feet, breathless in savored anticipation of the delicious rapture that was only a few long, deep slithering thrusts away. . . so close, so close.
"Oh, God. . . Oh, God yes! Oh, don't stop! Jay, don't stop!" Cindy cried, unable to hold back her anguished plea any longer, "shoot it all in me! Oh, darling, it's been so long. . . oh, God, shoot it in me NOW!" Cindy's back arched so strongly she lifted them both off the perspiration-drenched sheets.
"Oooowww. . . ow, darling, it feels so good, sooooo goooood!"
Jay snapped his loins forward powerfully, sinking his prick deep into her womb and smashing his balls hard into the furrow of her buttocks . . . his testicles strained to hold the seething current, then surrendered in a warm, flowing river of sperm that coursed into her hungrily nibbling pussy lips. His naked buttocks, clenched tightly to pump the last trace of his load into her belly, quivered as the final burst spurted from the swollen tip and mingled with the rest in a warm oozing torrent that completely flooded her trembling insides.
It was wonderful, more wonderful than Cindy had remembered. She lay there on the stranger's bed, listening to the cars pass in the seldom traveled street of Kensington, wondering if she would have the will power to deny her new neighbor should the situation arise.
Time took care of that curiosity: the situation did arise, and she didn't have the will power. In fact it was better the second time, and the third, and the fourth.
They saw more and more of each other that summer, mostly when she came back from he hospital and needed sympathy, someone to listen to her song of woe. At first Jay was gracious, accepting of his lover's preoccupation with her ailing husband, but gradually it began to war on his romantic enthusiasm. Besides, he had other women whom he was seeing on the side, women with money. . . hot and ready for a stormy affair. Women with fat bank accounts.
Then one bright, sunlit morning the miracle that no one believed possible, occurred. Cindy jumped out the taxi all smiles, her heart bounding with gratitude to the heavens above. The new chemotherapy followed by an until now too dangerous operation to attempt, had rallied Ralph's condition. The shrapnel had been removed and the blood was flowing through his long-vericosed veins once again. He was on the mend, on the up-and-up, the doctor promised, and if his condition continued to improve with rapidity, Ralph Collins would be walking within a month or two.
Jay had taken Cindy out to dinner that night at a fine club on the far side of Kensington, not far from where his boat was docked in the harbor reserved for the biggest and most luxurious of vessels. Whereas her attention had always been riveted on him, her thoughts were with Ralph that night as she droned on, explaining the doctor's report, praising modem medicine and the powers of faith. He nodded politely when she finished each statement, but his eyes were not on Cindy, nor were his thoughts: a voluptuous redhead in a stunning emerald dress sitting behind Cindy had captivated his attention, an attention he wanted to pursue.
They left the club early, not waiting to finish their dinner wine or sample the cart of tempting deserts that the red-vested waiter discreetly rolled to their pink linen covered table. Sensing her date's rush, Cindy hurried to the powder room to fluff her short, curly coiffeur, opening the opportunity for Jay to slip a note into the waiter's palm with the instructions to hand it to the lady in green.
Jay watched with savored delight as the young redhead unfolded the note and returned his invitation with a wink, before stuffing the note in the deep, plunging neckline of her gown.
There was no music, soft lights or consoling words that night when Jay and Cindy lay naked on the round bed of his expensively decorated home. And when they had finished moaning out their satisfaction, and wiping the sweat from their brows, Cindy didn't move for a long, long time; she didn't feel the one-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds of male flesh that had excited her so many times before. She could barely breathe, her breasts were flattened beneath Jay's sweaty chest, his chest hair tingled as it brushed over the tender tips of her still sensitive nipples. But Cindy felt none of this; Jay's naked body might well have been not there. Her reeling thoughts were starting to order themselves sensibly once again; those waves of delicious passion were gone now, and the void they left behind was rapidly filling; filling with a new sensation, one just as powerful, just as inescapable, just as demanding as her short-lived passion.
For the first time that summer Cindy realized what she was doing, realized that she was lying in bed with a man who was not her husband, while her own true, dear husband was lying in the hospital, awakening from nine torrid months of suffering and agony while she frolicked in bed with another! No, her husband was not going to die, but if she didn't stop her foolishness, her marriage would. In one soul-searching moment, Cindy realized which was more important.
For it was guilt that Cindy Collins knew at this moment, guilt like she had never known before. Like everyone, she had made those little slips in life that leave you sorry later, those little indiscretions, those momentary lapses of judgment. But not like this . . . this was a new experience, a sick, gnawing disgust that hung in her throat like a choking ball of nausea. She tried to think of Ralph, just to get his warm, child like smile envisioned in her head, but she couldn't. It was impossible, just the veiled thought of her beloved Ralph would be enough to bring out those stinging tears that were trying so hard to flood her reddened eyes. She blinked a few times, swallowing hard to hold back the sickness in her twisted belly. She didn't want Jay to see her crying; she was determined he'd never know just how upset she was at this moment.
For all of Jay's suave faire, he wasn't a warm hearted person, Cindy knew, in fact, he was capable of being very cold if another's moods or wants didn't flow in his direction of interfered with his own desires.
Jay lifted himself onto his elbows and, brushing aside her hair, kissed her lightly between her closed eyes. "How does it feel to be fucked by a real man? Think your husband is going to be able to satisfy you after this? Huh?"
Of all the things he could have elected to say at that precise moment, nothing could have been worse than those words. Cindy's hand swept across her eyes as the tears started to come. "I . . . I think you'd better apologize for that!" spat Cindy. "He's more a man than you'll ever be!"
"You bitch!" he stormed. "You two-timing little bitch!"
Cindy's top teeth chewed into her lower lip, "Don't call me a bitch, Jay.
Maybe you don't see anything wrong with what we've just done, but I'm just old-fashioned enough to think that being faithful is important."
"Yeah, well you might have thought about that when your husband was almost dead, but now that he's gonna be all right, gonna be able to get it up again, you turn into a cold fish."
Cindy squirmed out from under him, his large, flaccid cock dragging over the soft mound of her cunt and along the damp warm length of her inner thigh.
"Christ, you are more of a slut than I thought," she heard him say. "You're about to start with the tears of torment bit, right? Well, you can save the whole routine for your poor dear Ralph, because he's gonna need it, the poor stupid bastard! I was here, remember? I heard that choked-up whimper of yours, like a goddamn bitch in heat . . . and who was it that was begging me to fuck you, huh? Who the hell was that?"
"You . . . you fucking bastard!" screamed Cindy, who had fought off the tears long enough; it didn't matter now anyway. They filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She climbed from off the bed, struggling to take slow, deep breaths because she knew that would stop the crying. Her hands covered her face as she stood by the bed, her naked young breasts heaving rapidly with the inertia of her tears as she gasped for calming air. Her aching blue eyes filled with hatred, disgust for the man who had been her lover through the past two agonizing months. Snarling, she hissed down at him, "Well, you weren't much of a fuck, anyway."
Jay jolted to his feet and with a silence-sluicing whack slapped Cindy across her cheek, leaving an angry imprint on her otherwise perfect face. "You'll eat those words, you bitch, believe me. Nobody talks to Jay North like that and gets away with it. You hear me? NOBODY. . . least of all some cheap little bitch like you, you slut."
Cindy picked up her clothes in one grab, jabbing her arm through each empty sleeve of her dress, clutching her shoes in hand, and headed for the door, pausing long enough to drink in Jay North's last threat. "You'll hear about this, Cindy. Believe me . . . some day you'll be sorry you insulted me like that!"
She left, voicing no apologies, no hatred, only remorse.
Life changed for both Cindy and Ralph from that grey Friday on into the cooling autumn months that brought the seasonal relief of rain to sprinkle over the mountain tops and clear the smog-thickened air over the barren deserts of Southern California. Cindy soon forgot about her affair with the man who lived in the now vacant house next door. Word had it that Jay North had left for London to do business with an international firm, but Cindy paid no heed; she was too busy preparing special high-protein meals for her convalescing husband who was now walking with the aid of a walker and taking hot whirlpool baths in the rehabilitation wing of the hospital where he had spent the past nine months of torment, most of which he didn't remember.
With exercise and love from his wife and friends, Ralph Collins gradually gained use of his leg again. Once again, he was a hearty specimen of vitality and vibrancy, playing golf at the country club and going out drinking with his pals who toasted to their friend's good cheer and health. Except for one very personal aspect of his life.
He'd aged, he realized with an ego-shattering jolt; physically he looked his, forty years, but in spirit he felt ninety-two. With that realization came the cognizance that he was no longer the lover he used to be, and try as he may, it just wasn't the same any more. Damn! But he still loved Cindy, loved her for having stayed by his bedside, holding his hand and whispering love over his supine, helpless body for all those months.
How could Cindy still love him? He asked himself over and over, again, always with no answer. Cindy, lovely, beautiful blonde Cindy who could have her choice of any man at the country club; Cindy who maintained her figure to be a perfect hour-glass form; Cindy who would never be anything but a blonde goddess to him. He would wither and age, but Cindy would always carry the youthful grace of her age, minus ten years. And many a wife would have been out picking up any spare male they could find, just to camouflage, if only for a day, a night, the wretched loneliness that pervaded her empty existence. But not Cindy! She'd stayed by him, God bless her. Somehow it didn't seem right that anyone that wonderful should be stuck with a rehabilitated cripple such as himself.
On one particularly painful evening when Cindy had eagerly looked forward to the intimate dynamics of sensual love once more, only this time with a man she truly loved, it had almost happened. . . almost. All else had been heavenly, up to the moment when he'd possessively cradled himself between her hunger thighs after kissing her allover in almost reverent exaltation. . . it was almost the way it used to be . . . then suddenly, Cindy had realized that his huge prick had almost gone limp! Shocked disbelief could hardly explain the frustrated feelings she had known at that moment. Earlier, it'd been like some remarkable phenomenon the equal of which she'd never seen in its, long, sinewy thickness, as hard and erotically menacing as a god's promise. . . then. . . nothing!
He'd embarrassedly wept, moving away from her and turning his back. Cindy had tried to console him, forcing her own needful arousal into the background with soothing whispers of understanding. He'd been ill for so long, having had no physical love, she'd breathed into her husband's ear; there was nothing for him to fret over or be ashamed of... in the morning it would be different. . . but it hadn't been, nor were the dozen attempts that followed, no matter how she tried to inspire him. Once, in near-desperation, she'd begun to move down over his age-softening body with oral intentions, stroking his leg that for so long had lain Withered and bandaged, but he had caught hold of her and stopped it there, suddenly bolting from the bed and their room to leave her not only in frustration, but shamefully so. He'd despised her sincere aggressiveness as perverted and wanton, she felt certain, and although there were a few more futile tries made on his part, Cindy had forcibly controlled her desire, resigning herself to the fact that God was punishing her for her wretched -affair with Jay North, that she would never again enjoy the pleasures of sex and for a righteously repentant reason.
As time passed, Ralph had taken to sleeping in another room, or drinking himself into oblivion after dinner, and that generally in front of the television set. She'd suggested they go to see a marriage counselor, someone who would be able to make Ralph feel more comfortable about his fear of sex, but Ralph wouldn't go, refused to admit the problem existed.
The months wore on, endless months of crying into pillows and feigning smiles. Finally, when Cindy had exhausted every other possibility, she called Ralph's parents and explained the situation as best she could to the aging folks who could only praise the Lord their son was still alive. No, there was no problem as far as they were concerned, but they would send his sister, Adrian to stay for the summer if that would be of any consolation. Agreeably, Cindy set up the back spare room as Adrian's bedroom, and together the three of them tolerated each other's company.
And toleration it was! Especially on Adrian's part. From the beginning Adrian had not tried to hide her open contempt for her sister-in-law. Cindy doubted that Ralph had even noticed the venom that literally dripped from his sister's pretty lips, or the bitterness gleaming in her lovely onyx eyes when the eighteen year old came in contact with her. A frequent guest at the Collins home over the years, Adrian knew the neighbors, swam, at the country club where Ralph and Cindy were members. . . heard the latest gossip regarding the swift knatty Jay North and believed it. Out of retaliation the beautiful young girl would, deliberately bring up the subject of the notorious neighbor, relishing in the flush of her sister-in-law's embarrassment at the mention of his name. As the weeks wore on, the tension increased, like a taut rubber band ready to burst.
And so, Cindy had hoped that a surprise birthday party for Ralph would help bring the family back together again, perhaps even prove to Adrian that her love for Ralph was pure and of honorable intent.
Chapter Two
Cindy poured herself a glass of orange juice, tipped in a finger of gin and went about her task of folding napkins and arranging chairs around the living room, then placed ash trays in the strategic locations, knowing how the carpet always suffers worst of all during parties with people carelessly flicking ashes. Despite her despondent mood, she forced herself to hum a snatch from Madame Butterfly.. the screwdriver helped somewhat, too.
A scratch at the screened kitchen door caught her attention as she set the bouquet of flowers on the buffet table. Bewildered, she strolled to the door to see a big German Shepherd sitting back on his haunches with ears erect and eyes aglow. He must have been watching her move busily around the kitchen, Cindy surmised smiling at the canine. "What do you want friend? I don't know you, puppy," she said with a childish pout. Shooing him away had no effect on the animal, and even angry words, would not budge him from his spot where he seemed to be blended with the cement. At last she opened the door to let him in, reasoning that he must belong to one of the neighbors; and since many of her neighbors had tolerated her screaming Siamese and listened to its inhuman cries every time she came into heat, it would only be right to let his good natured animal into her house. Besides, no body else was home.
He sat in the corner watching the beautiful young woman go about her chores. Her visible, soft white flesh, even that hidden beneath her lacy bra, pleased him with its quivering ripples to her every graceful motion. Her aromatic feminine scent filled his keen nostrils, stirring his interest more than the smell of the food infested kitchen, and occasionally he would daringly wander close to her, brushing against the silken warmth of her long, naked legs.
Cindy hardly noticed the lovable dog's ingenuous display of affection, except when she nearly stumbled over him and reprimanded her animal guest to lie down in the comer. His flattened ears and tail-between-legs reaction as he obeyed also went unseen by the curvaceous woman.
The back door opened and Adrian slipped by, brushing past as if Cindy were a low-growing bush on a beaten path. "Hi!" burst Cindy as light heartedly as her senses would allow. "Are you ready for the party tonight?"
Adrian turned, shooting her sister-in-law a 'don't try to be coy with me; I know your games' look and headed on up the steps to her room.
Would it always be like this? Cindy wondered, tempted to start running as fast and as far as she could away from there. But she wasn't quite ready to throw in her towel yet. Still, she didn't know how long she could go on in this loveless house, with a husband who drank incessantly and a sister-in-law who'd give her eyeteeth to bring about her demise.
As if in empathy, the dog whimpered from the comer of the kitchen, attracting her attention, and Cindy smiled over at him, remembering her unnecessary shortness with him earlier. He was a sensitive animal, well trained in the art of perceiving emotion in women. His big brown eyes seemed to be pleading with her for just one kind word, his beautiful ears like regal spires on a wan.
"Oh, come here, doggie, I'm sorry," the curvaceous, short haired girl half-whispered, dropping onto her lushly rounded haunches as he quickly, trotted toward her and she took his handsome head between her small, slender hands. "I didn't mean to scold you, baby, you're such a lovable guy. But I don't know who you are. I don't know what problems you'll cause me." She leaned close, kissing him between the eyes, the affectionate act actually surprising her . . . but he was such an adorable animal. Instantly, his long pink tongue licked out to brush warmly over her lips in answer, a second surprising emotion flickering inside her. "Well. . . you old lover, you!" she softly exclaimed, smiling as she straightened up, still fondly petting his massive head. Something in his eyes reminded her of Jay North, but she instantly pushed that recognition aside. How could such a dog be compared to a scrupulous bastard like Jay North?
Her blood froze at the very thought and instinctively she headed for the bathroom to run a hot bath. The dog whined behind her when she walked off toward her bedroom with a heavy sigh. Cindy heard it and turned to see him staring questioningly after her. Again, she smiled, her mood immediately brightening at the longing expression on the big boy's handsome face. "Well, I guess I can trust you. Come on," she encouraged. "I guess we're both lonely, huh, fella?"
He barked, not loud, but as if he were actually answering her. He quickly responded, brushing his strong, furry body against the smooth naked flesh of her leg every step of the way into her bedroom, a welcome feeling of companionship stirring pleasantly inside the forlorn young woman. She couldn't help but think of his master; someone had done a remarkable job of training this animal. "Who's your master, darling?" Cindy asked aloud, reaching up behind her back to unfasten her bra.
The dog sat back on the soft plush bedroom carpeting to watch her quickly stripping away her undergarments, knowing from past experience that she would be soft and white looking to him, the nakedness of her with nothing hidden causing his mouth to open as he began to quietly pant. He watched her full-rounded curves quiver and sway to her undressing movements, her pretty smile for him warm and real. Then he saw that the hair on her head was of a slightly lighter shade than the fringing curls between her smooth white thighs, and the sight of those tight curls that hugged her head with the ripples of her softly curved body pleased him.
Cindy couldn't help but study the remarkable dog while she drew water and prepared her bath. He had followed her into the large tiled bathroom to take up an observing position nearby, lying down on the shag rug. He was such an affectionate and genial animal, to say nothing of his striking beauty and intelligence . . . and those eyes, almost human, she mused, for the first time sensing a flushing twinge in her cheeks at the way they were avidly staring at her.
Lord, what a ridiculous thought, the naked blonde beauty reasoned, climbing into the tub. Then, the soothing warm water blended with her preference of scented bath toiletry, slowly made her forget everything for a few luxurious minutes. She caressed the fluffy suds over her full, voluptuously rounded breasts, feeling their tiny pink nipples budding firmly to her own touch, her long denied young body stirring sensuously as if provoked by the gentle hand of her lover.
Memories of those first nights with Jay North rushed to mind, but she drove them back, yet not before a series of rippling delights tingled through her sensitive loins and quic1dy aroused belly.
God, this would never do! She would only get herself worked up into a helpless state, of excitement, and there was no darling man to satisfy the almost spontaneous heat building in her love-starved young body! She climbed from the tub, refusing to even let herself think until she was certain the tormentful interlude had passed . . . but it hadn't. . . . nor could she keep erotic reveries from worming into her conscious mind! She could see her long forgotten lover's virile nakedness as clearly as if he were standing before her... remembering how he had made love to her . . . and she to him . . . his long thick length of swollen male hardness rushing wildly up into her soft, craving belly... or sucked eagerly into her wanting mouth... his skilled tongue licking feverishly between her legs. . . oh God, yes, that was it, intoxicating enchantment... his magnificent, licking tongue!
Damn! I've got to stop this! I've got to! Those thoughts are what got me in trouble once, and I swore I'd never do it again!
The dog watched closely the movements of his hostess glistening shapely body as she climbed from the tub and began to quickly towel herself, his sharp sense of smell detecting the sudden heated scent her female nakedness had begun to breathe into the room. It was not one he was unfamiliar with, and even before this he had picked up its exciting aroma when he had gotten near her. He felt the reflexive heavy weight come alive and grow in his own feral loins as he watched her turn and look at her reflection in the glassed walls of the room.
For a moment, Cindy stood statuesquely, admittedly taking pleasure in the harmonious balance of her alluring young curves, a sensation of narcissism strong in her mind-aroused belly. She was well aware of her own physical charms, and she had always secretly been excited by them. . . the full and pink nipple-capped breasts and slender waist sweeping in to the flare of her generously arched hips and smoothly rounded thighs. How her loving husband had revered her long legs once. . . long ago before the accident. . . 'like legs of a Goddess,' he'd said and the shape of her calves, slender ankles and tiny feet, kissing them all over.
With her fingertip, she outlined the secret milky whiteness her bra had covered, remembering how that intimate flesh had fascinated her husband at one time. He'd kissed it all, the resilient mounds of her firm, up tilted breasts, the creamy, unsunned ovals of her breasts, kissed and caressed with panting breaths of pure admiration... and then. . . what had happened? Oh God, she didn't want to remember that ordeal. . and she dropped her eyes to the satiny stretch of untanned skin covering her flaring hips and the soft little bowl of her lower belly where the gossamer triangle of sparse, blondish hair began to curl up over her pussy mound and down along the fleshy vaginal lips, tiny quivers of mounting excitement rippling feverishly through her.
She had no intentions of denying herself any longer! She was anything but super-human, and her own love-making was better than none at all . . . far better than anything she'd known the past six months!
Not that this was the first time she'd had to resort to her own fingers for release since her gallant husband's illness, but she'd truly tried to control her desire as well as the unwanted method after her affair with the despicable Jay North had been buried in the deep recesses of her mind.
Cindy dropped the bath towel and sighed with a visible tremble, stroking her own caressing hands downward over her hips as she passionately eyed the mirror. Her soft, short breaths increased in their intensity with the brushing of her small hands inward toward the smooth base of her trembling belly to the sensitively pulsating mound of flesh beneath its silky covering. She taunted the aching mound, pressuring her extended fingers inward and, the pinkness of her already moistened cuntal slit briefly mesmerized her Oh God! I have to . . . have to! I can't stand it another minute!
The dog whined, suddenly commanding the naked young wife's desire-filled attention. Almost shamefully, Cindy stopped her lewd, sensual caresses, to look at him through sparking blue eyes incited with self-lust. "Just never mind! You don't have to watch if you don't want to!" she said, then smiled lovingly at him. "But there are some things, darling. . . some things that a girl has to do once in awhile. . . and this is my once-in-awhile!" She moved toward him and he wagged his tail, licking his long pink tongue around his jaws, then at her soft, sweet-smelling hand when she bent down to brush it over his head.
She couldn't help but wonder if, or what, he might be actually thinking as his big brown eyes seemed to sweep allover her nakedness with an incredulous greed she told herself was in his eyes. Then a sensation of exhibitionism fired the stimulation eating at her as she stood there posing lewdly before those gleaming animal orbs.
"Y-you can even watch, darling. . . watch me do it to myself if you want to!" she whispered raspily, that lurid thought heaping unneeded coals onto the glowing bed of desire licking hungrily inside her incited loins and belly. "Come with me, darling!" she excitedly whispered, leading him back into the bedroom.
"Sit right there where you can see good, young man, and watch Cindy make herself cum like an erupting volcano!" The massive German Shepherd stayed beside her, not following, but, crowding his big strong body against the warm naked flesh of her thigh as she walked, the emanating scent of her body-heat saturating his sensitive nostrils. He waited, watching her climb onto the bed, her soft curves dancing for him with every movement . . . and then she was lying on her back and breathing heavily, no longer looking in' his direction. He saw her long white legs spread open in a crab-like' position, her small hand moving down between them to the curl-fringed pink opening of her loins. Intently, he locked his eyes on her pussy, seeing her fingers beginning to work in a taunting, circling motion, tiny sighs of delight coming from her parted lips as her lush white buttocks rose and fell on the bed to accompany her rhythmically probing fingers. . . and that was when he surveyed the situation.
Wasn't this why he'd been trained specially? ... the reason why his master, Jay North had let him accompany him on his cruises, even wait in the comer of the bedroom while Jay had his way with women then turned them over, a dripping mass of desirous flesh to his animal? He only wished that she would remember him, for he was only a pup when Cindy used to stay in his master's bedroom two years ago. In hopeful anticipation, he effortlessly hopped up onto the bed!
The unexpected move took Cindy wholly by surprise. It abruptly stopped her lurid cunt-fingering, momentarily shattering her sensuous mood as she stared down between her quite obscenely spread legs to see the powerful animal move forward between them, and she could only stare in astonished wonderment! She drew away her hand almost in embarrassment, and raised up onto her forearms.
Certainly, he hadn't frightened her, simply startled her with his unexpected action . . . but there was also this lewd position between her yawning thighs to consider!
Something held her back from ordering the huge dog away as she watched in lascivious fascination, her widened blue eyes mirroring the bewildering, heated impulses inside her. His loving brown eyes were sweeping over her exposed female charms as if he were actually engorging a physical hunger, much like her own, she thought as she gaped, breathlessly captivated. And then, he began moving in even closer up over her, dropping his beautiful head to suddenly lick out with a searing, liquid tongue against the satiny flesh of her softly spasming belly!
Cindy gasped out at the unthought of hot contact, the immediate parchiness in her throat causing her to swallow with a gulping sound as the pink length of abrasive animal flesh began to lick wetly over her tremoring, muscle-tightening belly! The sensations he immediately aroused were unmeasurable and she felt helpless beneath them as again and again he licked it. She lay there beneath the intoxicating length of his moist animalish caresses, his fervent tongue causing incredible sensations of unknown desire to spiral blindingly through her body, wildly feeding her lustful yearning!
Oooohhhh. . . this was beyond the Fantastic! He was acting like a human male. . . and she had no intentions of stopping him! Just. . . just how far would he go if she let him? My God! The dog's long damp tongue was now licking with hot possessiveness up over the quivering flesh of her belly, working higher and higher until it was truly laving the ripely swelling underside of her desire-filled breasts! With a tenderness she couldn't believe, he washed up over each of them in turn, narrowing in closer and closer on the tiny straining buds of their pink nipples! Cindy couldn't hold back the moan escaping her when his claiming dog tongue hotly grazed the desire hardened tips, first one and then the other, sending thrills of obscene enticement soaring through her nakedly quivering belly!
Oooooh, Lord! She should stop him . . . not let it go any further! It was utterly salacious! Wh-what was she thinking of?
Then suddenly he stopped! Disappointment welled up inside Cindy and she raised her head higher to see the hulking German Shepherd backing down between her wide-open legs. She bit at her lower lip to keep from calling him back. . . then, as she watched, he poised his massive head between her lewdly spread thighs and slowly lowered it, his hot animal breaths teasing against the fringe of silky blonde hair there!
Mesmerized, the keyed-up young wife shivered in disbelief when his cold wet nose brushed against the warm sensitive flesh of her soft inner thighs. . . gasping to its contact with the pouting pink lips of her susceptible pussy! She heard his little whimper as she sniffed at her sensually aroused loins, his long nose probing at her vulnerable pussy-flesh with inconceivable familiarity!
Suddenly Cindy felt the moist coolness of it beginning to explore the smooth valley between her spread apart buttocks, and then the fearfully shying lips of her puckered anus!
"Ooooohhhhh!" the luridly positioned young blonde gasped in bewildered excitement. "Y -you handsome devil! Just what are you up to?"
The dog's hot tongue, as if in answer, shot out to lick feverishly up and down her deep nether crevice, centering on her snug little anal mouth, the worming tip wiggling between the clasping, baby-like lips again, Cindy gasped out in lust-charging captivation as his tongue began to lick wetly at the narrow pink cuntal split between her obscenely held-open thighs! Involuntary moans gurgled up into her parched throat, responsive tremors fluttering over her naked white flesh as he laved fluidly upward over the full length of her passion-moistened cunt! Oooooh Lord... what wild sensations . . . and they were stabbing inward to penetrate to the very nerve center of her tremulously fired belly!
He didn't stop, nor did she want him to! His searing animal tongue began to spread between the resilient, swollen lips of her curl-fringed pussy with long, intensive sweeps, splaying the erotic pink flesh, pausing finally to lunge with an assailing twirl far up into the heated depths of her ardently throbbing pussy! Cindy choked, her desire-filled young body convulsing as she dropped flat onto her back, writhing in ungovernable enchantment to his incessant oral love-making, mindlessly drawing her legs back to give the handsome beast full access to her steaming loins!
From the beginning of his obscenely beautiful love-making, the too long denied young wife had been helpless, unable to resist the intoxicating thrills his pleasureful tongue was generating through her sex-starved body. Her moaning increased beneath his unceasing licking, her lust inflamed mind slipping into a nirvana of pure sensuality. He too whined as his ravishing animal tongue graced and bathed her unresisting loins, from the tiny circle of her anus tingling upward through the hot wet crevice of her sensation infused cunt. At the peak, it hesitated, his skill perplexing her when it abruptly flicked at the quivering bud of her clitoris, forcing a groan of enrapturing shock to burst from her lips.
Time lost its meaning! On and on it went, nothing else in the world of the least importance, nothing except the magnificent, relentless tongue licking maddeningly through and over her burning, passion wet cuntal flesh until she was gasping and writhing in her feverish nakedness beneath it!
"Oooooh . . . ohhhh... ohhhhh..." Cindy groaned in throaty sounds as the dog flicked his tongue in a fervid, spearing coil up beyond the clasping mouth of her long unused cuntal passage! "Ohhhhh . yes, yes, darling! Do it . . do it for Cindy, lover! Make Cindy cuuuuummmmm!"
With an animalistic whine of her own the lust-crazed blonde girl drew her knees lewdly back further to her pulsating breasts, and reached down between them to grasp the dog's ears, pulling his long nose down right into her wetly clutching cunt! His sizzling tongue raced up the hot, greedy channel like a loving whip, his canine whimpers mixing with hers, to his fierce, lashing penetration of the glistening flesh between her wantonly gaping thighs and buttocks.
"Damn. . . yes! Oh, lick it, darling! Lick the fire out of my pussy!" she hissed again, raising her head higher to stare down between her luridly drawn-up thighs and elevated loins to watch whatever she could of the forbidden, bestial picture! Almost frantic impulses of burning passion charged through her at the obscene spectacle! Her wide split cunt was flushed to a blood engorged redness, its raw flesh the most lust-enthralling sight she could remember! Her hair lined cuntal lips were spread like a ravenous mouth with the dog's long animal-nose thrust right up into the tight, slippery sheath of her inflamed cunt! She could feel his powerful jaws working when he opened them wider, working his tongue like a huge throbbing cock, stretching the elasticized entrance as he burrowed it wildly up into her quaking belly, reaching new intimate depths with every exotic lunge! Frantically, she began to pull at his great furry head while thrusting her omnivorously devouring loins up at him, fucking his long tongue like a thick, fur-covered cock farther and farther up into her screaming cunt!
Cindy never heard the pained whimper the big animal made. She was too overwhelmed by the unique sensations of his raging tongue-tip smoothing against, then trying to worm its way into the little clam-like mouth of her cervix, incredible impulses of shattering intensity convulsing her naked young body!
Ohhhhh . . . she was going to cum! He'd done it... with his beautiful long nose shoved right into her clasping pussy flesh and his magnificent tongue stabbing like a hot flame at her sensitive cervix!
Deliriously, the love-hungering young woman clutched at the dog's head, forcing his phallic nose another fraction of an inch up into the hotly throbbing passage, She grasped mindlessly at his ears as she lustfully humped her wide-split loins up onto his buried animal face and felt the insane ecstasy of his scorching tongue caressing and spearing deep up between her quivering legs.
"Oooohhhh Goddddd ... I'm cuuuuummmmmming ... babbbyyyyyy!" Cindy cried, hauling almost savagely at the dog's handsome head as she fucked it in wanton passion, the bubble of sensuous excitement bursting inside her to deluge her spasming nakedness with exhaustive ripplings of orgasmic fulfillment!
Chapter Three
The vivacious, dark-eyed teenager sipped at her coca-cola as she sat on her bed in the make-shift bedroom on the second floor of the house. Warm summer breezes wafted through the open curtains, making the drapes dance with delight.
Adrian slipped of the bed and sauntered over to the window, glancing down at the empty swimming pool and veranda below. Tonight it would be buzzing with drunks and women who talked too loud after one martini. If she had her way, she wouldn't even attend the gala affair, but it was her brother's birthday party.
That made the difference.
She pulled the window shut with a crank of the handle, which made a groaning sound that could have been a sigh. The digital clock on her bureau silently flipped to the minute, reminding her it was time to dress and ready for the party. Already she could hear Cindy drawing her bath in the downstairs bathroom.
Deciding on a casual outfit-short blue shift to cover her bikini-she sat down at her vanity and with a flourish she freed her long raven hair, shook it out and began to brush with intentions of up-sweeping it at the nape of her neck and tying it with a ribbon. She smiled to herself as she visualized the expression on her brother's face when he'd see her in her new bikini she'd just bought that afternoon. While it actually provided all of the conventional covering society demanded, it had been designed to provoke the male senses more than nakedness ever could. . . depending, of course, on what one had in mind.
Adrian's hand froze in mid-air and, silently, she set her tortoise shell hairbrush down on the vanity, listening intently to the strange inhuman cry emanating through the floor boards. The sound that had been only a whisper grew louder and more distinct. Puzzled, the young teenager dropped to her knees and resting her hands on the floor, put her ear to the heating vent and listened for the next cry of alarm. It came filtering through the dusty channel: "Oh, lover make your Cindy cuuuummmm !"
Adrian bolted to her feet, her heart thumping in her chest. So she was back at it again, the bitch! Raved the young girl. Won't she ever get enough? Everybody down at the country club knows about her and that no good creep next door. Now he's back and I'd bet anything he's down there right now fucking her brains out!
Oh God, and what she was doing to poor Ralph! He must have known that all the while he lay in his hospital bed his dear sweet wife was out having an affair with the rich next door neighbor. While he was struggling for his life, she was struggling to cum! Waves of hate flushed her cheeks, and Adrian's breathing grew labored. Maybe she should go down there and put an end to it, she thought. But no, it was better to wait, she realized, thinking better of it. It was bad timing and the dark haired girl was confident that her scheming sister-in-law would show her true self, with time.
But what it was doing to poor Ralph in the meantime! God, it was almost too much to bear, watching him get up in the morning to splash a jigger of brandy in his coffee, drinking all afternoon and after dinner too.
And it was all Cindy's fault. Nagging him . . . Cindy was always on his back about something, whether it was the company he kept or what he ate for dinner.
Nothing ever satisfied Cindy. . . ever!
But she didn't want to think of Cindy, or any of the immediate environment suffocating her. She only hoped that Cindy had invited Jerry, the blonde lifeguard from the country club; that could make this party anything other than a boring affair. She smiled to herself remembering their last date. How he had kissed her, the myriad times she had unwantingly pressed his creeping hand from between her hot thighs, or away from the swollen fullness of her straining breasts. . . feeling his throbbing hardness against her aroused, soft belly when he held her tightly against him! Those were the ultimate things in life, she reminded herself, for her stay in Kensington would only be temporary and she planned to take full advantage of her time away from her parents. Nobody cared how she spent her time: Ralph was usually drunk and Cindy too involved in deceit to reprimand the young girl for keeping late hours.
Jay North turned off the lights in his bedroom and with wine in hand, sauntered over to the French windows to stare out over the lit veranda of his neighbor's house below. A wry smiled spread over his generous mouth as he watched with hungry eyes the milling crowd below. Women, hungry wives, had always intrigued him in veins even going beyond sex, specifically gold ones, though that sensual sport invariably played a part in the final accomplishment.
It wasn't quite time to let the powerful German Shepherd, appropriately named Goldie, to do his scouting thing, though Jay had no doubts but what he would in grand style. The mutt hadn't failed him yet. . .
Taking another sip of his imported wine, Jay debated whether he should make his neighborly appearance now or wait until everyone had had a few more glasses of champagne.
He only hoped they would remember him. . . remember him as the man who literally took over Ralph Collins side of the bed next to his voluptuous blonde wife, the bitch! It was tempting to run down there right now, and watch the poor bored housewives pant when he kissed their hands and invited them for a drink later; but he knew timing was of the essence, and if he remembered correctly, Cindy Collins would be well on her way to drunkenness in a short while.
But what. . . who. . . was this? He watched as Adrian made her appearance and wearing a red bikini that was nothing short of nothing! On a body like hers, it could be called "inciting to riot!" Damn! He peered over the rim of his glass, studying the two inches of her deep young ass-crevice displayed for all to see and no one could ignore the voluptuously rounded ovals of those full teenage buttocks. Christ, he mused, it might be better to go after the young one first and leave Cindy for later. His revenge would be sweet, he knew, studying the demure Mrs. Cindy Collins sacheting through the crowd, greeting her guests with well chosen words, almost complimentary, as was her style.
From the latest gossip at the country club, it was obvious that the young sister-in-law had no use for Cindy and from his perch, Jay could see the grimace on young Adrian's face as Cindy neared the fuzz-lipped little bastard who worked as lifeguard down at the club. The jealousy hissed between the two females, sizzled in the warm night air. Ah, ha! He'd have to keep that in mind, it might come in handy when it finally came down to evening the score.
Ralph. . . where was Ralph? Damn, he couldn't wait to see the poor old fool.
Jay's shimmering eyes scanned the crowd, finally falling and lingering at the pool's edge where Ralph walked onto the scene wearing swim-trunks and a broad grin, with a drink in his hand. He was tall with heavy shoulders, but softening, a layer of tanned flab and the beginning of a paunch showing his age.
Once, he'd probably been quite athletic, Jay thought, watching the man limp toward a couple and shake hands to spread greetings around amongst smiling, drinking friends. Everyone seemed to like the old boy, or at least they were pretending to.
Suddenly, a burst of music filled the air, drowning out some of the laughter and voices. Jay watched Adrian with her boyfriend, Jerry, join some of the other, younger couples in a series of sensual gyrations they camouflaged under the term of dancing. Jerry looked like a jack-o-Lantern the way he was grinning and bug-eyeing the curvy young bitch's near naked breasts, and Christ, Jay couldn't blame him much. Those firm full mounds were doing a mind-bending dance all their own, like the half-revealed ovals of her rounded ass-cheeks, and there weren't too many of the older male generation present who were missing the attraction. Not that the pool-side was lacking in sexy young female pulchritude, but Adrian was by far the star, over-shadowed only by her blonde sister-in-law and she was hiding her charms beneath a silky summer-slack outfit as she moved gracefully among her guests.
Jay felt his cock stir agitatedly in his pants as he watched the generous curves of the provocative teenager ripple and away temptingly to the rhythm of the music. Christ, what a delight it would be to sink his thick cock between those young, tender thighs. He wondered if she was a virgin. Probably not ... but was she wasting it on that scrawny Jerry? Well, he'd find out tomorrow at the club.
Goldie's sudden whimper beside him caught Jay's attention. He looked down to see the big animal staring in the direction of an approaching redhead. Jay had to laugh; his mutt always got the gravy before he did, and by the looks of things the four-legged cock-hound had really been getting around since he came back to Kensington.
Jay considered unleashing his animal, watching with inner delight the way Goldie would brush up against some naked thighs, to brighten the atmosphere with some scarlet faces. It would be fun to see just how many pussies the dog could sniff out, showing his master how many lonely women he'd lined up for the final blow when Jay showed up with incriminating evidence. . .. Like photographs, for example; that always seemed to make them dig for the wallet the fastest. Anything visual. . . got them every time.
There was a lull in the party now, and Jay peered down in time to see Ralph Collins struggle to climb on top of the picnic table, trying to get the crowd's attention. Obviously the man was drunk from the way he kept leaning hard on his cane. From his vantage point Jay could view Adrian's expression, watching her recoil, knowing that her brother was drunk again, and knew that she hated that.
And Ralph knew it too, as he watched the blurred image of his sister split into two and then join together again. He held up his glass. "I wan' a thank you all, friends. You all 'av been good t' me. And I wanna thank my lil' sister here, too." Brandishing his champagne glass, the bubbling liquid sloshed down over Ralph's belly, puddling at his feet. With a hearty laugh, he tried it a second time, only this time Adrian was the target. The deep vee of her plunging bikini top served as a reservoir for the rest of the champagne, rose petals and all. She stared up at her drunken brother, tears welling in her eyes. How could he act like this? He was no more than a common, ordinary drunk. It was unforgivably embarrassing. And in front of Jerry, too.
Ralph was well aware of her feelings, plus her dislike for Cindy, a reaction he could not understand. Adrian had always taken to Cindy like she was her own sister, but ever since that god damned accident nothing had been going right. Christ, what had happened to his whole goddamn world? He stood there, empty glass in hand, reeling on the soft linen table cloth that tickled his bare feet, staring out over the sea of vacuous faces that leered at him, pointing accusative fingers of shame. And what the hell had he ever done to deserve such treatment? Huh? Christ, he did all he was capable of doing to get life together again after all that time he lay rotting in the goddamn hospital. Didn't these people understand that?
Jesus, he was damn lucky to be alive and now they all stared at him, watching him dig his cain into the linen table cloth, twisting it like he was trying to screw it to the table. He looked down, a sea of green oozed between his toes. Squinting to focus, he wiggled his toes; it felt as if he were standing in a grassy meadow. Then he stared at the crowd again, heard them tittering, pointing with their fingers.
Melva, the redheaded neighbor stood closest, and he heard her whisper to her husband, "Good god, do something Ed. He's standing in the lettuce salad. We can't let him go on making a fool of himself like this. Your his best friend, so for god sakes do something!"
A hand reached out to him. He took it and stepped down. "Come on, baby. I think you need some coffee. Just one more step. . . there." It was Cindy, supporting her husband with one strong lovingly offered hand. With Ed's help she guided her drunken husband to the kitchen and poured him a cup of steaming coffee. "Drink this," she ordered, sounding maternal.
Ralph winced at the acrid taste, he'd always hated coffee straight up and. that's why he'd lance it with a little sweetness that only brandy could give.
Eyes darting from the cup to the angelic face of his wife as she knelt at his side, Ralph smiled. Christ, how he loved her; maybe he should have toasted to her instead of his little sister, but Christ nothing could make his embittered little sister smile these days-especially Cindy. God, why Adrian despised Cindy so much, he couldn't understand. He hoped that somehow they'd be able to work it out between them, that gradually Adrian's jealous rancor would mellow, but it hadn't, and Cindy had bent over backwards trying to make the girl feel comfortable.
Damn, Cindy was such a luscious beauty. He'd never forget the first night they'd attempted to make love, after he'd been released from the hospital.
Spellbound, he'd stood there staring at her lying on the bed like a sculptured statue of a goddess come to life, waiting for him to come and take her. His heavy cock had burst into the hardness of an anvil, he remembered, throbbing and hurting with its long denial. He'd been gasping, almost choking as he crawled onto the bed, afraid to touch her for fear she might shatter, or dissolve right before his eyes. . She was so beautiful still, so flawless and lovely. What did he have to offer her? Nothing. . . But he'd tried; he'd kissed her all over, every secret inch of her soft intimate curves and smooth hollows with a hungering reverence that seemed to drain the sap from his aging bones! His loins had pulsated with a torment the likes of which he'd never imagined, and though the aching desire to thrust his lust swollen cock up into her waiting hot belly had been a near-insanity inside him, he knew he couldn't please her the way she used to.
Fear of age? That's what Doc Sanderson had called it . . .
"Nothing unusual about it, Ralph," he'd said. "Happens to a lot of veteran's of the war. They get shot up and loose an arm, a leg. Feel women aren't attracted to them any more."
There'd been more. . . nothing of value. He'd gone to a bar and drank himself into a lusty state, then taxied home, leaving his car behind, determined to do what he'd finally come to realize she really wanted him to do, make passionate love to her! God, how excited she'd been, sensually offering "that beautiful white body up to him .. and even moving down to suck his refusing limp cock into hardness for both of them .. but he couldn't let her. He'd rather deny himself the pleasure than to make her do it all.
Someone said something, he thought it might be Melva, and he nodded and laughed. He hardly knew what was going on around him. Christ, he was drunk. . . and that was the best part. . . not knowing what was going on around you. He wandered off, knowing he was staggering, but making a special effort. This party had nothing for an incapable cripple like himself. He'd go to the study and drink himself into a stupor and think about Cindy.
Cindy had drunk more than her two allotted glasses of champagne, but she didn't care. God only knows, she really needed its effects after Ralph climbed up on the buffet table and stood in the salad while he dumped his champagne down his sister's neck, leaving the rose petals to cling to her golden tanned skin. But the least the little snot could have done was to be gracious about it; she didn't have to go running for the house like a spoiled little brat, embarrassing Ralph even more, damn her! Oh, Cindy didn't care about the way the girl had acted with her that was unimportant, but with her own brother and in front of everyone.
Nothing had gone right all evening for the unhappy blonde wife, though she had anticipated most of it. She knew Adrian would act like a little bitch, and knew Ralph would get drunk. All the same, she'd been careful not to let the guests read it like an open book on her face. It was only for Ralph's sake that she'd thrown this damned party, anyway. And with all those doctor bills yet to paid, the ones she kept hidden in the top drawer of her bureau for fear it would set off another of Ralph's drinking sprees, this party had cost her dearly.
Cindy was considering draining the champagne bottle she held in her hand and going to her bedroom, leaving the guests to their own resources, when a mellifluous voice beckoned her.
"Cindy, I'm hurt that you didn't invite me to Ralph's birthday party."
That voice. THAT VOICE! No, he wouldn't dare come to her party. Cindy half turned to see Jay's too handsome face smiling confidently down at her.
Simultaneously, Goldie trotted up, whimpering, rubbing his silken fur affectionately against her legs.
"Is. . . is that your dog, Jay?" she asked coolly, maintaining her composure as best she could considering the blood-boiling hate she was feeling surging through her belly.
"Yess," Jay smiled. "Nice animal, isn't he? I trust you two have met."
Cindy flushed and glared down at the traitorous animal.
"Would you like to dance, Cindy?" he beamed, reeking of self-confidence.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cindy could see a trio of neighborhood women, many of whom frequented the country club, watching her with enraptured anticipation. Assessing the situation as guiltlessly as a woman trapped face-to-face with a jilted lover could, Cindy accepted, knowing that a refusal would only set off another round of antagonism, something she could not afford these days.
She let him take her hand and draw her possessively inside his arms. He didn't dance . . . he floated, and that was certainly what she would have expected from Jay North, possessor of all things, master of all games. Not one tiny mistake as she sensed herself, seeming to blend with his lean, tall frame to the pleasing rhythm of the music; yet he didn't clutch at her, nor suggestively press against the soft give of her enjoying body as she feared he might. It'd been so long since she'd danced this way . . . and the champagne, warm in her belly, was excitingly spurring her on.
"How is Ralph these days?" he whispered down into her ear.
She felt herself starching to the question, made a mis-step and stumbled. He caught her gracefully, smoothing back into basic steps. She said, "Ralph is doing just fine. . . and so am I. I assume you realize I'm dancing with you only for appearance sake, Mr. North. After all, it's only neighborly."
"I know," he replied, an icy smile pulling at his lips.
Cindy swallowed tightly, but not from the fear of his words as much as the possessive hold he had taken around her. For the first time, she felt the undeniable swell of his hardening male flesh snug against the resilience of her soft belly. She looked up at him, her defenseless blue eyes fighting his shifty dark ones. "You've got the wrong girl, Jay," she hissed, but not before the sensation of his lengthening hardness stirred champagne-roused impulses to flutter through her man-denied young loins.
"I wish you would be as kind to me as you are to my dog."
Cindy shivered, feeling her hands turn to clammy chunks of flesh. Did the bastard send his dog to her house on purpose? It was an accident, wasn't it? What did he want of her anyway? Why had he come back to torment her? It was a summer time affair, and he had a string of women following him like hungry animals. What did he want of her?
Jay didn't seem to notice how her legs stiffened, or how her hands had turned to ice. He twisted the mental knife again. "Is that your sister-in-law I saw parading around here in her half naked glory? Or was that a dark shadow of you, my darling," he taunted.
Chapter Four
The music had waned to a soft hum as Cindy carried an arm load of empty dishes to the kitchen, setting them on the counter, and deciding to wait until morning to clear the rest of the debris from the back yard that now, in the aftermath, resembled more of a public picnic grounds than a private patch of green. Paper napkins were strewn over the velvet grass, and a bikini top floated on the surface of the pool's placid water attesting to the success of the gala affair.
Cindy had feared that Jay might wait around until the guests had stumbled out the door, heading for their cars that lined the street in front of the house. Luckily, she'd assumed incorrectly.
With little tears in her eyes, Cindy made herself a nightcap and wearily walked to her bedroom, eyeing the sleeping hulk of Ralph's form slouched in his leather chair in the study. She kissed him on the cheek and covered him with a blanket, but he didn't stir. Sighing, she padded to her bedroom and dropped onto the edge of the bed to sip from the glass and try to unwind. Almost immediately her surroundings brought to mind the forbidden lustful performance she had given herself to with Goldie only hours before . . . and as lewd and obscene as it had been, she wasn't sorry. Except for one reason: it was Jay North's dog. The idea disgusted her.
Why had Jay come back to torment her? Why didn't he just mind his own business, leaving her life untainted. It seemed everything he touched tarnished, like time on precious silver. How she hated him! His threat from two years ago hung over her head like a darkening thundercloud. Would he really resort to trickery and ruin her marriage as he'd done to countless other vulnerable women who'd lost their husbands because of one mistake . . . What was that he said about Adrian? No . . . he wouldn't try to bribe her with that. That would be too cruel even for Lucifer himself.
But his dog, his beautiful animal! How could such a rakish creature as Jay North have such a perceptive, loving animal? Little tremors of excitement, which had continued to smolder inside Cindy ever since the handsome animal's lovemaking, grew with intensity as she remembered the pleasureful sensations he had brought her. Even dancing with Jay had helped to stimulate her more when the hot feel of his hardening cock had brought back a flood of prurient memories, dark but tempting. Though she was ashamed at the mere thought of her weakness, the confused and love-hungry girl couldn't deny that it was true.
She drained her drink and with another low sigh, rose to undress, her mind unable to ignore the tormenting glow of carnal lust still simmering in the depths of her sensuous body. Then, as she was reaching up behind to unfasten her bra, she heard the scratching on her door!
A warm sensation of excitement raced through her as she stood there in white nylon panties and lace bra staring at the looked barrier. Of course, it couldn't be anyone else . . . not scratching . . . and there it was again! How had he gotten in? She moved quickly toward the door, silently withdrawing the bolt and opening it just a crack to peak. It was! She saw the brilliant sparkle of his soft brown eyes reflecting the glow from her Vanity lamp, and then he whimpered up at her. Without a word, Cindy opened the door wide enough for him to enter, closing and locking it quickly behind him, then turned to drop down on her smooth white haunches, taking his head between her slender white hands.
"You big darling," she whispered. "You can't help it if you have such a devil for a master, can you? Her breath quickened as she kissed him on the nose. "But we can't stay in here, lover. Adrian might see us and then we will be in trouble. Come darling, let's go to the living room, baby. Nobody will look for us there."
Jay North watched it all from the open glass door that opened onto the veranda. He grinned lecherously to himself as he saw his dog brush past heading toward the living room. Like clockwork, he thought, reaching down to lewdly stroke a hand over his desire-swollen cock cramped inside his pants and shorts. But not for long, the scheming man mused, inching his way past the sliding door.
He'd give the mutt a little time to swing into action and just hope Cindy didn't change her mind and close the door leading to the pool. If she did, then he'd have to figure out something else, because he was damn sure going to get in there . . . and with his camera, too. The element of surprise always worked, and he wanted to catch her with, the fucking dog right at it!
Christ, this was going to be the brass ring. . . and poor old Ralph would snore through the whole event!
He tied the belt of his robe around his naked body so that the swollen length of his long cock was close to his lean belly, then walked out into the evening darkness. From his vantage point he could see the faint glow of the living room light showing through the narrow space of the still opened patio door. He slipped down the steps, then strolled out into the darkness. He moved stealthily toward the Collins house, his own breathing sound like a bellows to him in his lustful excitement. Then, he slipped through the door and saw them!
Jesus Christ! For a moment, he could only stand there with his eyes riveted on the wild goddamn performance taking place on the bed, and he couldn't help but remember the first time he'd seen Goldie working on that gambling gypsy's slob of a wife in their carnival sideshow! Except the long, widespread white legs the mutt was between, at the moment belonged to a luscious young beauty who was anything but a slob! Never in his fucking life had he seen such an array of smooth, rounded curves, and never had his aching hard cock ever throbbed more anxiously to be buried hilt-deep in a bitch's hot, sheathing pussy! Christ, she hadn't aged a minute since the last time he'd fucked his hard cock into her!
From where he stood, Jay couldn't see that intoxicating part of her anatomy, only a portion of the gilt her blonde pubic hair offered, but the way Goldie was licking between those crab like spread thighs, he knew he was going to revel in it! Then, she was drawing those same smoothly rounded thighs up and back, still yawning open as she reached down between them to catch hold of the mutt's ears, the generous arch of her hips and nakedly revealed buttocks beginning an up thrusting fucking motion that caused her lush, pink-nippled breasts to quiver like heaping mounds of marshmallows.
He walked in, aimed his camera and click, click, click! He shot three quick shots on his polariod camera.
Goldie raised his head and growled with a show of gleaming white fangs. Cindy choked out a gasp, not seeing him at first, then jerking her head to twist around, her short, curly blonde hair springing to life.
"Oh! Oh, my God!" she rasped, her blue eyes widening in shocked horror, her every word and reaction exactly as he'd anticipated, except that she didn't scream, or try to scramble from the couch, just laid there as if suddenly frozen into her obscenely inviting position.
"Excuse me, but is the faithful wife's bedroom?" he taunted, grinning lecherously down at her, unable to resist using the upper hand he knew he held after the strobe attachment flickered in her eyes. He'd have his revenge at last.
Cindy could only gape up at the horrible apparition standing beside her couch and grinning down at her lustfully exposed nakedness with an expression of conquering lechery. Undiluted panic, made up of spontaneous shame, shock and helplessness, raged frantically through her. She thought of screaming, but he couldn't make a sound. Goldie's deep-throated growls reached her and she wondered why the dog didn't leap on his master and tear his grinning face to pieces! She remembered her husband Ralph dead-drunk in the study! And where was Adrian?
"Out, mutt," Jay was ordering, moving backward to pull the patio door open wider. "Out! You've had your turn, now it's mine! Move!"
Reluctantly, Goldie backed from between her lewdly upraised thighs and bounded down to the floor, only half looking back with flattened ears and a growl as Jay. North closed the door behind him. Slowly then, Cindy lowered her long naked legs to the bed, drawing them together protectively as she stared in growing, unhidable dread at the too handsome man who had suddenly invaded and somehow held control over her most intimate life!
"Wh-what do you want from me, Jay? It's over with, remember? It's not going to do any good to drag the skeleton out of the closet now, she heard her own voice ridiculously whine as he began to pull at his robe.
Jay sniggered. "Well, for openers I thought I might take off where we left off two years ago. . . you know, eat some pussy. Then I had in mind fucking you cross-eyed!"
Cindy moaned as if she'd been jabbed with a series of tiny stabbing needles, the lewd sounds of his pornographic words and lustful intentions sending confusing, apprehensive chills racing frantically over her naked flesh.
"Y-you can't! My God, you can't!" she gasped, raising her elbows as he jerked open his robe, her widened blue eyes level with the long thick length of his blood filled hardness falling into its menacing right-angled position to the lean hairy slenderness of his naked loins. Below, at its widened base, Cindy saw the massive bulge of his sperm filled testicles, and she couldn't resist centering her eyes on the reddishly bulbous head half hidden in its thick foreskin, with a tiny pearlish drop of his semen oozing from its little end-slit.
"You like it, don't you Mrs. Collins?" he taunted, reaching down to lewdly grasp the husky length and begin to stroke it, tugging its sheathing foreskin back to reveal the blood-engorged head in its entirety. "Suckable, eh? Even better than that fucking mutt's, right? Makes your mouth water, doesn't it, Cindy? Just like old times, huh?" He laughed and kneed his way up onto the sofa, moving toward her feet, the waggling shaft of his huge cock ever facing her in her elbowed position.
"Oh, please... please don't, Jay... I'm sorry ... sorry for everything!" Cindy suddenly gasped. "Please, I beg you, don't . . ." she whined staring at the camera sitting at his feet, contemplating dashing for it and throwing it in the swimming pool to destroy the evidence of her guilt. She whined as he took her feet and spread them apart, his eyes gleaming and his lips stretched wide in a lecherous grin the equal of which she'd never seen. Wider, he forced them, until her long legs were spread as open as they'd willingly been for Goldie, and the pink inner flesh of her moist cuntal split was completely exposed to him! "Oh, oh don't. . . I can't fight you. Too strong, you're too strong!" Outside, Goldie stalked the darkness of the grounds, they might have been flooded in sunlight for him. Animal rage seethed inside his powerful muscular body, as well as unfulfilled ruttish desire. This was not a new torment for him to be confronted with by his master, but before it had never seemed to matter. He had very much wanted to mate with the golden-haired female, and he couldn't rid himself of that desire. Eventually, the huge animal found himself a place in the shadow of a bush to lie down, and with open, panting jaws he lay there watching, his feral loins throbbing heavily with the aroused instinct his golden-female had inspired within him.
"Spread 'em, spread 'em wide, baby. Just like you used to!" Jay taunted inside the living room, moving up between Cindy's smooth open legs until his face was only inches above the curl fringed flesh of her vulnerable loins. He stiffened out, pressuring the hardened length of his long thick cock down into the give of the sofa as he ogled the wet pink delicacy of Cindy's cunt.
She was panting loudly now from her parted lips, her head raised and her eyes wide as she began to squirm, with the full columns of her satiny thighs stretched apart to capacity, the glistening crevice of her sparse, hair-fringed pussy staring to rotate in little circles as if her ass-cheeks were resting on a lazy susan! . . . Goddamn. . . that mutt had really worked her over! The gorgeous blonde couldn't help herself even though he knew fucking well that she'd kill him if she could.
Jay laid his thumbs on either side of her fleshy cunt lips, the gossamer texture of her golden pubic hair sending a wild charge of excitement ripping through him. He heard her moan at the erogenous contact, and then louder as he began to chum and massage those sensitive lips against one another; the heady essence of her stimulated desire filling his flaring nostrils. He pinched and taunted, chafing the tiny erect bud of her clitoris between his fingers until her hips began to jerk and writhe convulsively, her flat belly tensing with muscular spasms, her breath choking out in ragged gasps.
He drew his thumbs lower then, down to the full white ovals of her gyrating ass-cheeks, easing them into the deep smooth crevice as he cupped his big palms over their soft hot flesh. Again, the fired-up blonde moaned out as he slowly spread those luscious buttocks wide until he could clearly see the puckered mouth of her tightly clenched anus. Christ, what a cock-throbbing sight. . . not a single hair around it . . . like a baby's pink-pursed lips!
Cindy had never felt more debased and utterly helpless in her life. Yet even in the shame of the obscenities this man was committing on her defenselessly exposed loins, she knew that she would beg him not to stop if she had to-Goldie had so inflamed her passionate need. And then, he was burrowing his face into the sensitive area between her wide-split buttocks, until she suddenly felt the worming heat of his long, wet tongue against her sensitive inner-cheeks, licking along the smooth crease to the tiny lips of her clenched little anus!
Mewling sounds of mindless desire escaped her parted lips when the stiffened tip of his hot wet tongue began to probe and worm its way lustfully up into her resistant anal ring. She drew back her thighs, groaning in tempo to this lurid tongue, beginning to orally fuck her there, suddenly reaching down around her hips with both hands, pulling her upturned buttocks wider apart to help his penetration.
Jay stopped and raised his head to see her beautiful, desire-contorted face and the way her head had begun to toss from side to side. Then she stopped moving, her glazed blue eyes focusing pleadingly on him, and he grinned down at her with a lecherous dominance. "You bitch!" he hissed. "You want me to stop now?"
damn you... please! "
Jay snickered and dropped his head once more, gaping down at the delicious sight of her young wifely loins between milk-white thighs so vulnerably exposed to his any whim. The pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy-slit beneath the wispy, golden curls sent a salacious shiver up his naked back. "It's a gem of a cunt you have here; Cindy," he whispered loud enough for her to hear him. "I might even be tempted into eating it for you if I was asked properly," he went on, tauntingly blowing his hot breath against her animal-roused loins. "But maybe you'd rather I didn't. . ."
"Do it! I-I want you to," the blindly excited Cindy breathed down at him, still raised to her elbows, her expression wantonly slack.
"You want me to what, Cindy baby?" he tormented, lecherously regarding the tight narrow slit slicing erotically downward from the puffy little swell of her pubic mound, down between her full-rounded thighs to the firm ovals of her buttocks, their separating crease wet from his tonguing caresses.
"Oh damn you, Jay North! Do it!" she hissed in a tormenting tone. "Please lick it! Suck it . . . eat my pussy for me! Make me cum ... I've got to cuuuuummmmm !"
"Has it been a long time, Cindy. Did you miss it, baby?"
"Ohhhhh, yess, oh Jay!"
"That's better, bitch!" he spewed deridingly up at her, sadistic sensations racing through him. "Let's drop the fucking business and get down to it. Bring those pretty white fingers down her and spread it open for me! Come on!" he snapped, his wet lips suddenly closing over the soft swell of her mound at the base of her quivering belly.
"Oooohhh. . . Jay!" she lurched and groaned, sensing his hot wet mouth following downward along the hair-lined slit of her electrified cunt, fervently kissing, until his searing tongue parted her wispy pubic curls and began to flick lizard-like at the sensuously flushed cuntal opening!
Every muscle in the trapped young woman's voluptuous body responded to Jay's lustfully goading tongue against the pussy lips his dog had already set aflame, choking moans of salacious delight gurgling from the depths of her throat. Consciously, she smoothed her slender hands over the swollen white mounds of her heaving breasts, stroking downward over her smooth belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side of her blood-flushed cunt lips.
She could hear Jay's panting gasps and feel his hot breath against her tingling loins. Shamelessly, she spread her cuntal lips open to him with lewdly splaying fingers, her soft hands grazing his cheeks as he grunted and drew his hot, moistened tongue up through the openly revealed pink flesh.
"Yes. . . like that... oh Jay... Oh God, I've. . . I've missed this!" Cindy gasped. "Oh lick it good for me. Suck it! Bite it!"
Jay's conniving brain reveled in its lust. Christ, he'd hit the jackpot tonight. The gorgeous doll was still starved for sex, hadn't changed a bit. He raised his head and gaped down the blonde-fringed wet lips she held lewdly opened for him, its greedy eyes. Hot spasms of rakish desire convulsed through him and he ground his aching cock down hard into the sofa beneath him. She began to whimper for more as he stared at her finger-spread pussy-slit shining moistly in its viscid arousal. Her tight cunt mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her impassioned loins upward toward his face. He dropped his head, burying his face in the hot, curl-framed softness, plunging the full length of his tongue deep up into the clasping depths of her seething tight cuntal passage!
Her gaspings and writhings immediately growing more intense, Cindy moaned out her sensual elation, unintelligible words of pleasure dribbling from her lush pink lips. Jay felt her hands suddenly clutching at his head, her fingers winding tightly in his hair. She groaned and whimpered, pulling his face forcefully into the widespread young flesh of her steaming cunt. He sensed the toss of her head flailing back and forth on the bed as he speared his tongue up into the heated liquid depths of her ravenously sucking hole. She ground her rounded, voluptuous hips downward reflexively, her buttocks digging into the softness of the sofa, squirming wildly as bleating animal-like mewls burst from between her clenched white teeth. Then she thrust her naked loins up to him again, pressing his face into the wet, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething cuntal walls opening and closing around his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling at it in a greedy, starving action that he couldn't believe! She hadn't changed at all. . . .
Christ, she was all but gone! He'd never seen it cunt so hot in his goddamn life. . . and growing wilder with each passing second as she strained toward climax. It struck him then that he wasn't ready for that to happen yet and he withdrew his long probing tongue to lick upward through the pink pussy flesh. He flicked its tip lashingly enroute, circling her tiny erect clitoris, then engulfing all with widespread lips, sucking the hot inner folds of soft flesh deep into the cavern of her pleasure giving mouth. "Oh God... ohhh... don't stop... damn you!" Cindy hissed.
Jay grinned inwardly, raising his eyes to lock on his ex-lover's love-twisted expression, her lovely blonde head still flailing slowly at a set, rhythmic pace as her fingers wound tighter in his hair. Christ, she was trying to direct his mouth back to the tight ovalled opening of her hungrily nibbling cunt. His big hands moved upward over the smooth white flatness of her belly to the rounded softness of her palpitating breasts, cupping harshly into their fleshy give, his fingers rolling the tiny hardened nipples between them as he glued his lips to the passion slippery hole between her legs and burned his lashing tongue up into her loins.
Cindy squealed in sensual delight, at the same time caressing his cheeks with her hands, flitting from his hair to his face and back, hating and loving him at the same time, Jay North knew. Now! Now it was her turn, this loyal wife-bitch! He never lost contact with her loins, his mouth fastened to the sizzling wet cuntal lips between her obscenely spread thighs, as he got to his knees and began to luridly work around up over her. He both heard and felt her breathing quicken to his obvious intentions, but once he'd placed his knees on either side of her naked ribs, then folded his arms in under her thighs with fingers strategically tugging at her flushed cunt-lips and smoothly ovalled ass-cheeks, he knew she wasn't going to resist.
Yes. . . oh God, yes, she was a bitch and there was no denying that, Cindy accused herself, but that was of no relative importance with the maddening sensations of basic lust frantically devouring her loins and belly. Only the sudden sight of hardened cock and sperm-bloated balls hanging heavily above her face registered in her mind. She stared up at the long thick hardness, her mouth beginning to water as lustful memories of last summer danced somewhere in the background of her mind. Reaching up, she curled her fingers around the hot sinewy length and began to stroke its heavy foreskin back and forth, watching the hairy sac of his testicles lewdly sway to her ministrations. Oh God! She raised her head and drew the length of blue-veined cock downward, her eyes feasting on its huge bulbous head as she pulled back the foreskin. . . and with her ovalled mouth wide open, encircled it hungrily with hot clasping lips, trying to capture too much of it at first inside her anxiously salivating mouth!
In her mindless desire, Cindy sucked it so deep in her mouth that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath and then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft, sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her hot oral caress. Immediately, she tasted the sweet pungent tang of his sperm oozing from he tiny slit at its tip when she wormed her tongue into it. She cupped his cum-bloated balls in the small palms of her hands while tiny explosions of blinding passion burst inside her. Then, he began to move up and down, fucking his loins in and out of her tightly locked lips in lewd cadence to his tongue probing in her seething cunt below.
Oooohhh . . . the utter debasement of what she was doing. . . and what he was doing to her. . . the shame of his tonguing her cunt... the unforgivable obscenity of sucking his cock. . . she could kill him... she loved him! Maddeningly, Cindy's brain raced as she sucked hungrily at his lust-hardened rod of male flesh that she was working to the very back of her throat just as he had taught her to do! She could hear the lewd wet sucking sounds as he slavered at her nakedly inflamed loins, could feel his big hands beneath her, clutching the soft rounded cheeks of her buttocks as he burrowed his ravaging tongue deeper and deeper up into her greedily clasping cunt.
She tried to think of what she would do after this, but it was impossible. Her cunt was aflame with he licking tongues of passionate fire consuming her!
Suddenly, she felt his finger massaging the tiny puckered ring of her anal mouth and knew what was coming. Her breath quickened and she forgot everything as with a painful little stab he pushed his finger inward as she felt it worming right up into her hot spongy rectum to he palm of his big, extended hand!
"Uuuunnggghhh," Cindy grunted around the expanding, cock flesh in her mouth, her lips and tongue momentarily stopping their loving caresses as his sudden invasion of her anal passage caused her body to spiral toward the pinnacle of climax. She felt his mouth sucked tight to the blood-swollen lips of her cunt, his deep thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his pummeling finger in her rectum, and she began to nurse the hot thickness of his lengthy cock with all her know how, her cheeks lewdly hollowing and swelling, while her soft belly rose and fell frenziedly as she pulled at him!
Never in her adult life had the denied young wife known greater sensations of wanton passion. . . it was even better than it had been last summer. . . and certainly never had it been this good with her husband, Ralph, for years! She wanted his cum, the no-good bastard who was fucking his wonderful cock into her mouth! God yes, she wanted that! He had to, she thought desperately, her soft lips clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his cock, her tongue working feverishly to tease his orgasm from him! And simultaneously, deep inside her the violent spasms of passion fired ecstasy began. She squeezed at these lust-inflated balls with both hands, then raked her nails beneath them as she strained to the urgency of her own cumming.
He swore, and swore again, his loins jerking, the massive head of his cock swelling in her hungrily sucking mouth! And then it came! It shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, cream-like liquid, gush after gush of the sweet, acid-tasting hotness, joined by the convulsive tremors of her hips as her own climax erupted in a blinding explosion of erotic bliss deep within her tongue-spread loins.
"I'm cummmmming! Oh God, I'm cummmmming!" she groaned out around the swollen rod of spending male flesh in her mouth. And again he spewed his hot jets of cum deep into her throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing obscenely to the swallowing of the boiling semen flooding into the warm wet softness of her mouth.
Chapter Five
Anger seethed inside the powerful animal as through a small area where the glass was not covered he saw the grinning man's nakedly stripped body standing beside the sofa where the pretty golden one lay just as he had been made to leave her. The human phallus of his master, Jay North, hung limp and the face of the soft naked female was turned from him. They made sounds to each other, but those noises held no meaning for the embittered, witnessing animal.
"Christ, Cindy, I haven't been sucked off like that in years! . . . at least not since the last time," Jay North tormented, his hands on his naked hips as he stared down at the sprawled, still spasming loveliness of the young wife whom he knew was suffering the full shameful effects of her infidelity.
"G-get out, please! For God's sake, leave me alone!" Cindy managed in a broken tone, sitting up and reaching for the afghan to cover her naked body.
Jay caught it, tugging it out of her grasp. "Hey, not so fast, baby. There's more to come. I'm going to fuck you cross-eyed now, Cindy, just for old time's sake."
"No! You bastard, get out of here and leave me alone!" she hissed, trying to get up from the sofa, but he was on top of her, pressing her helpless body back down to the sofa and holding her there. She tried to struggle, but it was useless. And then he sniggered in her face, his strong, hairy leg locking over her hips and loins to easily subdue her. She felt the flaccid length of his spent cock and the wiry hair of his muscular loins grinding against the sensitive, smooth flesh of her hip and thigh. "Oh God, please. . . nor more, Jay."
"Hey, hey," leered Jay. "It isn't going to do any good to fight," he leered. "Anyway, the damage has been done, honey. What do you think your husband is going to say when he finds those photographs sitting on his doorstep. .,. the ones of you letting that beast suck your cunt?" he taunted, beginning to knead one sore, swollen breast with his hand.
Cindy's whole being shuddered. "You bastard!" she snapped. "You wouldn't do that to Ralph!"
"Oh, wouldn't I, baby?" he said, sitting up. "You jilted me for that one-legged cripple and expect me to forget about it? No way, honey. Now it's Jay's turn to call the shots. I warned you then that you'd pay for that one day. . . and that one day is here, sweetie."
Cindy's closed her eyes, her mind reeling with confusion. What could she do? Jay had her in the palm of his hand, she knew, and she'd be willing to give him anything.
Then she heard him say, "Ah, we might be able to barter. I may be hard to get along with, but I'm not impossible." He smiled. "Who's that sexy looking chick you've had running around your house?" He grunted in self-satisfaction. "Maybe we could make a little, trade, huh? What do you say?"
Cindy bolted to her feet. "You're worse then the lowest snake, Jay North! I don't know what you're implying, but if you think I'm going to trade my sister-in-law's body for those photos, you're out of your fucking mind, fella!"
"I don't see why it should bother you, you hate each other's guts anyway. Anybody can see that-even poor, drunk Ralph!"
She rasped, "Listen to me, Ralph gets very violent when he's been drinking, and if he finds you out here, he's liable to use his gun on you, so I suggest you get out, you hear?"
Yeah. . . maybe she was right, the lustfully keyed-up man gave it a second thought. There was time, plenty of time. He was in no rush. Her hot sweet cunt would keep for him; it always had before.
Goldie backed away from the patio door when he saw his master get up from the sofa and the golden haired one cover herself with the afghan. Only seconds before, he had been ready to charge through the glass, his fury was so great at the man who was cruelly holding her down, and at the same time he had heard a sound upstairs, a sound he wanted to investigate.
Upstairs, Adrian was nothing short of riding a marijuana high when she squirmed nakedly in her bed in the darkness. After her brother's embarrassing stunt, dumping his glass of champagne down her neck while everybody laughed especially Jerry who made a nasty slur about Ralph-she had smoked two joints. She'd overdone it, she knew, but at least that way she could relax and go to sleep. She had hoped, too, that the grass might help soothe the sensual impulses in her soft belly and loins, which she had been intentionally feeding with erotic thoughts most of the day. But they still smoldered there, more intense if anything, almost as if the pot had worked in the opposite direction.
Oh Jerry. . . why did you have to make me feel like such a fool? The arrogant girl asked herself. How can I go on facing all those people at the country club after they saw what happened, she whined to herself. Damn, just when she was getting into the in-crowd there, too-the college set, home for summer vacation, taking advantage of their daddy's caddies and generous allowance. Shit! It would be all over the club by tomorrow and she would never be able to hold her head up high again.
She moved restlessly, smoothing her shapely legs against the soft sheets beneath her, the quivering movements of her firm full breasts erotically adding to her excitement. Oh, she'd wanted to make love to Jerry that night so bad! So fucking bad! No girl who was really cool these days was a virgin, and she'd hoped she could unburden herself with Jerry before she moved on to the swinging set, those with money and sports cars. Jerry wasn't much, but he was gentle.
The irresistible urge to feel and caress her breasts was more than the hungering girl wanted to deny as she narcissistically smoothed her small hands around over their soft resilience, gently massaging their lush fullness and teasing the tiny nipples with little pinching tweaks into straining buds of hardness. Her breathing increased as she brushed her hands sensuously down over her narrow waist and the rounded curve of her hips, then inward toward the base of her smooth flat belly to the sensitive mound of silky, hair-sprinkled flesh. There she pressured tauntingly, her slender young fingers exploring, the light dampness to her fingertip at the peak of her cuntal slit sending a feverish little tremor of excitement tingling up her spine.
Damn! she was going to do it to herself. . . had to if she were ever going to get any sleep this night! God, she was so hot, and Jerry had to blow it all! She would have let him . . . wanted him to fuck her! Ohhhh. . . just thinking the lewd four-letter word sent further sensations of self-lust rippling through her. Yet she would have felt his hard long cock; played with it and gotten to know it, while slipped his fingers up into her hot, needful pussy ... and then they would have fucked. Fucked!
Goldie's keen ears immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations of the young girl's rapid human breathing as he moved noiselessly in through the opened patio doorway, until he saw her on the bed in her room on the second floor. She was lying on the bed in a spread-legged position, the darkness no obstacle to him. Her small hand was busy between her parted legs, slender fingers moving tauntingly up and down and sometimes in a circular motion at the slitted opening there, little hissing sighs coming from the bed to cooperate with her lewdly stroking hand, to the sight very similar to the one he had seen the golden-haired female make earlier that day. He sensed his blood heating at the vision of her lovely nakedness and what she was doing to it, his heavy loins reflexively quivering as he took several more steps into the room.
A darker movement in the shadows caught Adrian's attention and with a gasp, she quickly snapped on her bed lamp. The pot she had smoked dulled what would have been an automatic reaction, and, as she recognized her intruder, the voluptuously naked girl realized she still lay in her lewd position, her fingers insinuated between the tight-flushed lips of her exposed pussy! Oh, thank God, it hadn't been anyone else! It was only Jay North's dog!
"And ... and just what do you want in here, young man?" she whispered, something of a lustful little smile tugging at her drug-laxed mouth as she raised up on the elbow of her free arm, while she continued to tease slowly with her middle finger at the narrow strip of glistening pink flesh between her curl-fringed cuntal lips. Already, lurid impulses of excitement were slitting penmell in her soft smooth belly and desire-infused young loins at the sensual thought of having an audience watching her do it to herself... especially one that couldn't talk!
Other thoughts bordering on the obscene, but too - wild for her to yet organize in her pot-dazed mind, raced through the vivacious girl's head as she suddenly hopped up from the bed to close and lock her door, carefully drawing the drapes so not even a crevice of light could be seen from outside. Then quickly reassuming her lewdly spread-open position on the bed, she raised her head to look excitedly down at the big German Shepherd standing at the foot of her bed. Her dark eyes gleamed as she stared into the deep brown pools of seeming wonder, his tail giving a friendly wag.
"Come up here, big boy. . . come on up on the bed with Adrian! She wants to show you something you might like," the naked young virgin heard herself whisper hoarsely, the thought of her obscene intentions firing her lust like a second stage rocket booster.
Adrian's heart gave a little leap as the dog effortlessly bounced up onto the bed, his powerful massiveness never so ominous as at that moment when she gaped down between her scissored-open white thighs at his huge furry body, second, thoughts making themselves known in her glazed mind!
Goldie sensed the girl's sudden apprehensions and whimpered as if to reassure her, still wagging his furry arched tail, though he instinctively knew that the demands of his craving loins would not allow him to be driven off or denied this time. Fiery blood pounded through his lithe animal body as he slowly moved up between the smooth white columns of her open legs until he was hovering over her and her head dropped back onto the pillow, her pretty eyes wide and gaping in confused arousal.
God, he didn't seem to need any coaxing, the dark-haired girl silently told herself, her anxiety of seconds before leaving her as quickly as it had struck, the bestial sight of him standing there between her open thighs and over her naked, soft body reminding her of the book she had read the girls had excitedly passed around at school. Was that where she'd suddenly gotten her lustful notion? She remembered the German Shepherd's name, Caesar, and the way he had brought wild animal love to young wives in the neighborhood, licking their pussies and. . . and actually fucking them from behind! God, she'd read and re-read it, making herself come every night for two weeks!
Oh! Oh, he was going to... and he did. . . abruptly lowering his great head to lick out with his hot, wet tongue against the naked flesh of her soft trembling belly! Adrian felt the searing sensation of his brushing tongue all the way to the very center of her virginal loins. She gaped with rounded eyes and gasping breaths as the burning wet coral length licked just as Caesar had done to his excited girls at the sensitive flesh of her muscle-tensed belly!
Over and over he did it, the heated wetness of its pink flesh broadening almost affectionately against her tingling skin. With raised head, her gasping breaths causing her full tilted breasts to heavily rise and fall, Adrian strained to see the laving tongue inching slowly upward over her helpless body. Oh God, was it possible? Oooohhh... he was tongue-lapping the rounded underside of one ripely swelling breast, then creeping toward its bursting little nipple!
Adrian couldn't restrain the gasping moan when his feverish licking actually encompassed the highly sensitive bud to send unknown spasms of carnal delight charging through her young naked body! Oooohhh . . . just like in the book. . . and she'd never believed it could happen. . . thought of it all as just a wild story! But it was. . . and she could only hope he would do everything... everything. . . the way Caesar had done it!
Goldie's deep-throated whimper broke into her drugged thoughts and she saw him backing down in the bed between her widely gaping legs. Adrian followed him with her small hands, intending to entice him if need be . . . but it wasn't necessary! Her breath caught in her throat as she raised higher to watch him poise there, his handsome head between and above the juncture of her open thighs!
Oh doggie... do it... please do it for me! "Yessss . . . yesss, do it for me, lover! I want you to!" Adrian heard herself beg aloud, her hands ready to move down to the excited pussy and tease him with it, but his massive head lowered until she could feel the heat of his animal breath pantingly taunting the wispy dark curls covering her there. His wet nose coolly brushed the soft flesh of her trembling inner thighs... and then, the blood flushed lips of her pussy slit. She heard his throaty whine as he sniffed around between her legs, knowing then that he'd sensed her human female arousal, passages from the enlightening book repeating themselves nearly verbatim in her mind, she had read it so many times! It was like going to see a movie of a novel one had enjoyed, except that this was more vivid and real because it was actually happening to her! And there was no director to spoil or change it-she was the director if need be, but as she felt his wet, seething tongue beginning to lick at the narrow pink split between her spread white thighs, the curvaceous girl knew there would be no reason to interfere! She was being loved by a brute animal, and she trembled and groaned in a wanting and unknowing mindlessness to his fluid tongue beginning its hot wet ravaging of her virginal pussy flesh.
Adrian gasped and squirmed beneath the lewd fire of this forbidden delight, watching with raised head as the dog relentlessly speared its tongue through the raw liquid pinkness of her tight girlish cunt as if it had been programmed. She felt its sleek wetness raking hotly over the sensitive ring of her tiny puckered anus, laving up and down through the smooth nether crease again and again before returning to her inexperienced pussy. Then, it worked there, a gentle ravisher, never stopping, and at last worming up into her untouched cunt with a trespassing curl that caused her to convulse deliciously with its lewd penetration right up into her soft female depths!
Seconds later, he found the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris and she thought she'd scream out with rapture! She lay writhing beneath his magnificent animal tongue in a way she could only describe as being the very best parts of the book she'd read. It was all true . . . oh so true. . . and she'd never really believed it! How wonderful the workings of the universe... for if she hadn't stomped away from Jerry. . . if her brother hadn't dumped his drink down her neck. . . if Jay North hadn't moved back. . . ooohh! It was all part of a lewd master plan.
But suddenly he was moving away! Backing down farther between her legs and gazing at her with those limpid brown eyes, Adrian's attractive teenage face branched out into a knowing smile, a senuous expression of lust seeking its outlet, her eager young mind convinced by words read, her feverish loins childishly starving in their adult beauty.
"I know what you want now, baby." she lewdly whispered, suddenly turning over onto her belly and twisting her head so that she could talk to the German Shepherd behind her. "This way, right, lover?" she hissed, drawing her knees up behind her and spreading her legs wide as she lowered her head to elevate her rounded white buttocks the more to be sure and entice him. "Like this, baby?" she moaned. "Oh God, lover, don't let me down now! This is what I want!" And she reached back with one hand to enticingly pat the ovaled cheek of one full buttock! "Do it, do it for Adrian. . . she needs your big wonderful cock!"
And intense sensation of tremulous excitement held the youthful girl enthralled as the massive dog's furry body crowded hotly in behind her elevated buttocks. Suddenly, he raised up on his hind legs, his strong forelegs grasping at her lewdly offered hips. God, he was! Yes! He was mounting her, she realized in apprehensive fascination, trying to twist her head to look back! He was going to . . . to fuck her. . . her virginal pussy!
Adrian's lustfully confused brain spun with the incredible luridness of the thought, as she trembled in her vulnerable nakedness to the breathtaking impulses his lashing tongue had enkindled in her chaste young loins. Then, through her drugged haze, the teenager caught the reflection of their obscenely locked position in her full length-dressing mirror, and she groaned aloud at the licentious sight. The forbidden bestiality of the huge German Shepherd astride the spread white mounds of her rounded buttocks caused wild shocks of burning desire to whip through her impassioned young body.
Then she gaped in breathless astonishment at the spectacle of his huge scarlet dog-cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered head waggling and dancing forward as it moved close to probe the tight pink slit of her fervently aroused pussy! She felt his strong animal body jerk against the supplely yielding flesh of her buttocks, saw his thick red length of blood-filled animal hardness trying to penetrate the tiny mouth of her tight, unfucked cunt!
A growl from the depths of his throat came down to her, his forepaws gripping more tightly the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly staggered on his hind legs, eagerly trying to bury the sleek throbbing rod of glistening dog-cock up inside her half-cringing pussy from behind!
Whether it was the fierceness in his throaty growl or the abrupt realization of what she was actually doing, Adrian didn't know, but suddenly a choking wave of fear swept through her at the thought of his huge hardened cock ramming painfully up into her virginal cuntal hole! With a little whine, she attempted to move on hands and knees out of his grasp, but a more savage growl from him stopped her and she hardly dared to breathe as his grip tightened even more at her narrow waist and the arch of her naked thighs. Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force of his powerful loins trying to seat themselves against her helplessly upraised buttocks!
"W-wait, baby. . . I'm afraid. . !" Adrian heard herself whimper to the hot feel of his long and pointed cock probing wetly back between her nakedly elevated ass cheeks and outward spread thighs!
But the dog didn't wait, and whatever thoughts she had had were abruptly wiped away when she sensed the nose of his hard animal-cock prodding at the tight wet mouth of her defenselessly spread pussy! An icy chill of physical fear raced up her teenage spine and once more she desperately tried to squirm away from the vice-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was futile! Like an impaling lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair-fringed lips and forced its way up into her passion-slick little cuntal hole with a slight wet popping sound, rippling the smoothly yielding walls apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!
Adrian gasped for lost breath as the huge length of swollen dog cock stretched and filled her young cuntal passage with a stuffing torment, its pointed end stabbing sharply up against the tender mouth of her youth cervix! And again, she choked out a wailing gasp while the powerful dog mounting her from behind whimpered his own sound of triumph, then began to animalistically hump his powerful flanks as he fucked up into her!
The girl's mind was a whirlpool of never before experienced sensations! Her marijuana-fogged head vibrated with the pounding blood racing through her self-incited brain, while her curvaceous teenage body, bent nakedly before the fucking German Shepherd, quivered and convulsed in the throes of incredible sensuous torment. Her tight cuntal hole felt as if it had been pierced with a sharpened, pointed log, though simultaneously, weird spasms of intensively building passion filled her loins . . . lustful desire the equal of which she'd never even imagined.
Yet she couldn't help but wonder if his huge burrowing cock hadn't ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead give way with a burst, and suddenly she had begun to feel a mass of hot wetness there as if she were bleeding. She tried to look down between her legs to examine more closely but his battering charge, as he clutched possessively at her naked waist and hips made it impossible! Fucking! Thrusting! Like a searing fireball it slithered in and out of her wildly clasping young cunt channel, spreading the virginal hole open wider and wider as he hammered the long, pulsating cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread thighs!
Goldie had angrily felt her resistance at first, just as he sensed it draining from her naked, human flesh now as he watched the upper portion of her smooth, tapered back drop away before him until her pretty face and young breasts were flattened down against the bedding, the rounded mounds of her resilient buttocks raised submissively to his assault. At last, he was going to know the powerful release of his throbbing loins after being denied twice that day.
He felt his long, rut-hardened cock slipping forward with a wet plunge until it was entirely buried in the clutching moistly heat of her tightly clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-ladden testicles swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her dark-curling pubic hair. Unceasingly, he bucked and battered into the hotly yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her little moaning sounds and feeling the trembling nakedness of her soft white buttocks flattening up against his hard belly as he attempted to fuck into her last remaining inch of untouched flesh.
There was hardly time for Adrian to dwell on the pressure or know any regret for her obscene seduction of the handsome massive dog with the mind-shattering sensations his enormous canine cock immediately set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her virginal loins nearly blinded her with fear of pain, but that short-lived fear passed and only the indescribable presence of his long thick cock plowing open the tight, resistant flesh of her thoroughly deflowered cunt registered in the young teenager's mind!
She felt the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the smooth mounds of her naked ass-cheeks! Remembering, she gaped at the mirror in bug-eyed fascination as the burning, scarlet rod raced forward with a wet, fierce charge, pistoning to the very hilt up into the clutching wetness of her friction-fired young pussy! At the same time she saw and felt his heavy sperm-bloated balls swing punishingly down to smack against the flat softness beneath her raven pussy hair as he fucked into her from behind!
Her head jarring from his every bestial, breast-jiggling thrust, the gasping teenager tried to concentrate on the long scarlet cock length battering into her when she moved in salacious tempo back to meet his powerful rhythmic strokes!
Wild sensations of unbearable lust saturated her nakedly slaving body as she thrust backward onto the ever-thickening cock digging still deeper up into her feverishly quivering belly from behind! Without mercy, his great muscular beauty pummeled the soft white cheeks of her widespread buttocks, his huge reaming cock a relentless shaft of glistening red joy sinking its full capacity up into her sensuously enlightened belly! With uncontrollable gasps of passion, Adrian rotated her lewdly working ass-cheeks back at the dog in an obscene frenzy, wantonly grinding her clinging cuntal sheath down over the length of his cunt piercing animal-flesh!
The warning beaconed through her lust-inflated body like generated electric shocks, the unmistakable signal of the erotic climax. It rippled through the churning depths of her unseasoned loins with flashes of stabbing delight, licking hotly at the base of her quivering belly with an unequalled promise of rapture. Like the animal who was fucking her, she whined in the desperate reach for her elusive orgasm, gaping hungrily at the mirror to see Goldie's thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking timed in quickened, jerky animal strokes! She saw her own pink cuntal flesh clinging wetly to his huge rigidity when he pulled out of her, then vanishing up inside again with his thrusting cudgel, his heavy cum-bloated balls below slapping loudly against the spread-open lips of her tingling pussy!
The teenager's pot-incited brain reeled in the torrent of her mindless passion, her glazed dark eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts quivering and swaying to the German Shepherd's beautiful furry body, as she raised part way up on her elbows. She saw her disheveled black hair flailing when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her chest!
"Oooohhh . . . damnnn you... you beautiful beast! Oooohhh, fuck me, loverrr... give it to meeee harddd! Hard, hardddd!" Adrian bleated in choking wanton joy. "Fuck it! Fuck it, darlllinnngg! "
The very animalish whine in her tone made Goldie understand to the depths of his loving instincts the pleasure he was bringing her. He whimpered back in response as he thrust frenziedly up into her from behind, struggling on his hind legs to move in closer. He felt the eager backward plunges of her soft wet human cunt hotly sheathing his aching hardness. The burning heat of her tight young mating passage was clenching greedily at his throbbing cock, causing the great pressure to begin swirling deep in his heavy loins. He sensed the dripping wetness against them that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen-like curves beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his open jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of release was almost there!
Abruptly, Adrian raised her sensuously lax face to cry out a throaty, inhuman sound from deep inside her chest. Her lust-dimmed eyes grew round and totally blank! "Ooohhh.. ooohhh.. I'm going to explode.. ! I-I'm going mad! Do it to meeee . . . make me cum. . . or I'll die. . . make me cum. . . Lover... cummm.
And instinctively, Goldie knew, as he fucked with pile-driving fury into her quivering hot flesh. All of his past training seemed to culminate in his skillful animal-loins, his mental bank guiding the increased hammering he pounded up into her newly initiated young cunt from behind. He heard her voice choke into a strangled blend of sob and sigh, saw her head tossing wildly from side to side, her dark midnight hair flailing as she began the first convulsions of release!
Adrian skewered her passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long thick rod of pulsating hardness with a bitch wantonness she never even imagined existed! The first spasm of her climax jolted her and she moaned, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the lust-quenching dog-cock with a desperate lunge! At the same second, Goldie retaliated with a forward thrust and deep-chested growl, his massive, burning hardness beginning to spew its seething animal sperm deep up into her soft constricting belly with long, hard spurts.
"Oooh! OOOOOHHHH!" Adrian cried out passionately, her jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the insane eruption bursting hotly in her teenage belly and loins! She threw her head from side to side with her naked hips in overwhelming, erotic-bliss... at the last opening of her eyes at the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching, but no longer virginal cunt which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's deflating cock. The rivulets of their sticky white secretions ran hotly down the satin-like columns of her inner thighs . . . and when she could no longer watch, she fell forward onto her breasts, gasping a sigh of heavenly joy . . . and it was hours later when she awakened that Adrian moved from that position to cuddle against the sleeping German Shepherd beside her.
Chapter Five
No one felt like having breakfast the next morning, and a fortunate thing it was, too, for Cindy awoke to the blinding horrors of last night's shameful episodes with Jay North and his dog with a sense of guilt too thick for even the blazing morning sunlight to pierce.
Only Ralph rummaged through the disaster area that once was the kitchen, after having thrown off his coverlet-giving no thought to who might have been kind enough to cover him in his drunken stupor-and stumbling out of his leather recliner in his study; he headed for the kitchen where only a Bloody Mary could tempt him to open his eyes to another merciless morning of a hammering head and queasy stomach. As if he'd braved a sandstorm, his eyes felt gritty, and his mouth tasted as if he'd been licking dirty ashtrays. Christ, what a hangover!
The too bright and cheery morning sunlight pierced his sensitive eyes, sending pinpoints of light to his fevered brain to mingle with the alcohol. Ralph raised his hand to shield his orbs from the traitorous fireball in the sky and flung open the liquor cabinet for his morning ritual. Damn! Where was the vodka? Turning, he scanned the kitchen countertops. What an ungodly mess! Empty liquor and champagne bottles were lined up like soldiers from a cold war, standing in testimony to the physical battles that last night's guests were combating that minute with aspirin, alka-seltzer, and hot water bottles.
Still clutching the cabinet door, Ralph dug his fingertips into his pulsating temple and massaged deep into the sensitive nerve centers; it abated the pounding somewhat, but he knew it would take more than that to put an end to his pain.
Running his tongue over his parched, cracked lips, he studied the room, the spilled puddles of champagne that now smelled acrid and sour in their dull, yellowing pollution, the charred butts floating in the bottom of once-shimmering glass crystal goblets, like some kind of infectious insect trying to crawl out of its liquid grave . . . it was all so ugly, so filthy, so deathly.
A ripple of shame tremored through his body. Christ, what a ridiculous way to live, he realized. Waking up every morning to stare over the breakfast table, at his angelic faced, blue-eyed wife, looking into her aching eyes, knowing how much she needed to be loved. But damn it, he couldn't do it! He just couldn't! He was old useless, like a workhorse that couldn't pull the plow anymore. Something had to change, something had to give.
Ralph Collins knew at that moment, he couldn't go on . . . couldn't face his patient wife only to disappoint her again, couldn't watch the bills pile up on top of the refrigerator.
He loved the skies, he loved flying, but the day of his accident all that had gone up in one shattering explosion. Was that it? He wondered. Christ, he'd been one of the top men when it came to nosing out the bugs in the planes, knew what to look for. 'Intuitive,' they'd called him. Now what did he have? NOTHING.
He was a has-been, ineffectual, and impotent. Maybe if he could find a job things would iron themselves out, help him regain his self-confidence so he and Cindy could have a normal life together again, like they used to. Damn he knew that she loved him, wanted him to make... oh hell, wanted him to fuck her!
That's what he meant, wasn't it? Yeah. . . . and if he could only shake that enervating sensation which seemed to suck the sap from his very bones when he looked down at her perfect body lying there goddess-beautiful in her soft white nakedness beneath him! If only he could!
He'd never felt under-sexed before. What in Christ's name had happened to him? Maybe he should go into her bedroom right now and take her in his arms and try . . . yet he knew to walk into his beautiful Cindy's bedroom for the sex that was always ready and waiting for him would end in total disaster. He had to have something more to offer her than another day of his problems. That was the whole goddamn problem! And how long could an impotent man hold an enchanting beauty like Cindy? And now that Jay North their next door neighbor was back, Christ, what would keep Cindy from starting an affair with him? He couldn't expect her to go without sex, could he?
The thought sickened him. His mind made up, Ralph settled for a cup of hot coffee-straight, this time-and then headed for the shower, deciding he's put off the inevitable too long. More delays and he might never be able to get a job down at the test station.
In another part of the house behind locked barriers, Cindy Collins swiped at her cheekbones with a tiny fisted hand to catch the tear that purled down her delicate skin. She couldn't face Ralph after last night. Not that it had been Jay North's fault, either, she knew. Certainly, he, was no less a man for what he'd done. Sure, he threatened her, but he didn't force or rape her. She'd wanted it with every lustful twinge in her body. She was guilty of adultery; no matter what the cause, her own self-incriminating mind pointed the finger of guilt at herself.
The tennis rackets and riding boots tumbled out of the closet like water flowing over a broken damn as she tugged at the leather luggage. She had to leave, there was no way to avoid it. Ralph would take one look at those Polaroid snapshots and it would be disaster! And the cunning bastard! Making insinuations about her sister-in-law, Adrian. What did she think she was? . . Some heartless woman who'd sell her own husband's sister to save her own neck?
No, it would be better this way, she thought decisively, fighting back the urge to crawl back into her warm bed and pull the covers over her head to pretend none of this adulterous affair had been a reality. But the soreness of her sensitive inner thighs didn't lie, nor did the lingering tingles of the after glow leave her mind innocently pure. Maybe in a different city she could learn to live with the salacious memory of it, but there was no way she could ever atone for what she'd done.
Cindy sniffed, and pulled the tie of her gaping robe tighter, mentally writing her note of explanation to Ralph. Tears stung her eyes as she bent over to unlatch the suitcase. The guilt tormented woman thought of Ralph, how he would fare without her. . . better, she guessed. At least he would have Adrian to keep him company. Would he file a missing person's report. . . would he even care enough to try to find her? Oh God, it was all too painful to think about.
She stumbled to her bureau drawer and opening the top one where she kept her toiletries, pulled out the amber prescription bottle. Holding it up, she squinted against the tears and read the directions. 'Take one every four hours for tension.' Tension, she chuckled to herself, sardonically. . . suicidal would be more apropos. Without bothering to get a glass of water for fear she might bump into Ralph in the kitchen, Cindy spilled one of the yellow tablets into her hand and threw it to the back of her throat.
They had worked so well during those agonizing months when Ralph hung between life and death, had helped her to relax and sleep; maybe, now, too, those same pills would give her the strength to face the day.
Minutes wore on and a slow smile crept across the sallow face of Cindy Collins. Where there had been guilt before, now a warm glow flooded her body from the inside out, making her feel as if the sun itself was shining within her. Her hands stopped trembling and her heart-beat slowed to a soft purr. Everything about her took on a happy glow of contentment. Life would go on after all.
She felt dulled, slow in her movements, and even more so in her mental acuity. Cindy stared down at the suitcase, open and ready, wondering what ever had possessed her to make such a hasty decision. Oh, of course, Ralph still loved her, she thought expansively, feeling her fingertips numbing at the touch of the cold latches as she closed the gaping receptacle as if it had been her guilt she was putting back into the closet to hide once more behind seldom-roused feelings.
Cindy sighed a heaving groan, feeling suddenly limp and guileless. Oh, the sun felt so good, like it was caressing her satiny flesh with its warm fingers, massaging out the shame and humiliation of last night's debacle. Thank the Lord, for pills, she mused girlishly, seating her self in the rocker before the open window that looked out onto the backyard with its velvety expanse of green, punctuated only by the blue gem of the swimming pool. What a miracle! Just an hour ago she felt like Jay North's sacrificial lamb, and now, now even Adrian who was sunning herself out in the back yard took on a friendlier, more human aura.
Craning her neck to stare mindlessly out the open window, Cindy watched as the gate separating her house from Jay North's edged open and Goldie sauntered on through, as if he were keeper of the gate. Oh, the gorgeous animal, the blonde woman thought in her drugged stupor; he's such a lovely animal, his fur so soft, and glistening. Fond memories of the night before washed through her miasmaled mind, and Cindy Collins watched mesmerically, appreciatively, as the German Shepherd arrogantly strolled the cobblestone path to the patio door. It was as if he had answered her telepathically relayed call. He was on his way! He really was! Cindy's heart lurched with the anticipation of Goldie's silken fur rubbing against her own silken flesh. The dog raised his head to look up at her then stopped; turning his head he perked up his ears and listened.
Goldie pivoted in his tracks and he quickened his pace toward Adrian who lay on the chaise lounge by the pool. An emotion of unexplainable jealousy washed through the troubled housewife as she saw Goldie crowd as close as he could to Adrian's curvaceous young body. Oh God! Had he . . ? Cindy's mind snapped. Of course she had. That Damn little teenager witch had used him. She'd seduced Goldie like some wanton slut, and here Cindy had been feeling guilty about Jay using Adrian as a weapon against her!
Try as she might, the blonde-haired young wife couldn't rid herself of the jealous pangs gnawing at her. Slowly it ate away at the soft glow the tranquilizer had instilled in her, causing her to examine her feelings once more. Somehow it wasn't natural to be jealous over a promiscuous dog. After all, he was only an animal, a magnificent one to say the least, yet still just a dog. And there wasn't any doubt in her mind now that he'd been spreading his sensual favors quite freely among the household, not to mention the neighborhood. Oh, just the thought of someone else seducing the handsome darling made Cindy's blood boil.
Again, the green-eyed monster jabbed its slick claws into Cindy as she thought of the handsome brute ardently licking his loving tongue over and through Adrian's girlish loins just as he'd done to her. Even though the lewd mental picture raised envy inside the voluptuous blonde woman, she couldn't help but imagine the tremendous sensations it must have brought the inexperienced girl and Cindy felt certain that the vivacious teenager was definitely that.
It was true that Adrian had been bitter and hateful to her the past month, perhaps because Jay North's big mouth spreading stories around the country club about last summer. But still, Adrian was Ralph's sister, had the same last name, the same almond brown eyes, and if Adrian were any less of a nice girl, Jay North certainly wouldn't be bribing Cindy with threats against Adrian's virginity. Cindy didn't intend to let a louse like Jay North get her! But how could she warn the unsuspecting girl without bringing everything out into the open?
Cindy, feeling a bit weak from the pill that had helped soothe her jagged nerves, sat down in the rocking chair rocking in rhythm to her thoughts while she sat absentmindedly admiring Adrian's almost naked, delicately tanned young curves. The dog had stirred in his closeness against the younger girl's shapely full thigh, and then Adrian rolled onto her back, her firm, rounded white breasts exposed for the brief moment it took to arrange her bikini top. The tiny, berry-like nipples cresting the lush mounds were visible to Cindy for just that fleeting second, their intimate revelation sending a little sensation of unusual incitement rippling through her sensitive loins to register in her drugged brain. The unexpected impulse more than surprised her; if even embarrassed her when she realized it had been caused by the mere glimpse of her sister-in-law's ripe young breasts!
Lord, a tranquilizer, just one tiny yellow pill, could do wild things to a girl, Cindy reasoned, a little quiver rippling up her spine. All the same, it had done remarkable things, too, toward lessening the guilty feeling she'd crawled out of bed with earlier. And now she knew that she would have to have a girl-to-girl talk with Adrian before Jay North tried to use her against Cindy, just to drive the emotional knife deeper. Jay was a smooth talker, a dilettante above all, and he could comer Adrian before she knew what was happening.
Determined, Cindy bounced from her chair and began to dress, quickly finding a pair of shorts and a top to slip into. If everything else failed and there was no way she could delicately warn her sister-in-law, then she would come right out and lay the whole picture before the teenager. Maybe, just may be Adrian would understand why Cindy had an affair with Jay North during those lonely, empty months.
Knife pangs of jealousy raked Cindy inwardly as she looked out the window to see the curvaceous Adrian sitting upright and leaning forward, her bikini top having fallen away to completely expose the jutting twin mounds of resilient whiteness swaying provocatively with her movements. Their round pink nipples seemed strained into a tight hardness visible even from that distance, as holding Goldie's massive head between her small hands, Adrian kissed him between the eyes!
A little painful gasp caught in the blonde's throat, the keen blades of unwanted jealousy stabbing at her tensed belly once more when she saw the handsome animal's dog tongue lick out to pinkly caress Adrian's firm young breasts with loving attention. Oh God!
Cindy unconsciously whimpered as she opened the amber bottle a second time and popped another 'mood elevator' as the doctor called them. She stood there for a, long moment staring at the recently vacated chaise lounge, intuitively knowing that Adrian would be heading for her room with Goldie! She had to talk to Adrian today. God only knew what tomorrow would bring, and even if she had to leave the house she'd called home for all the years of her marriage to Ralph Collins, at least she'd go knowing she'd done her honorable best to protect his sister from the same temptations that had brought about her own demise.
Goldie stirred beside his dark-haired maiden, his big muscular body immediately bringing back exciting secret memories of their beautiful evening before, and the way he had awakened this morning tightly cuddled against her. Tiny thrills of lingering arousal provocatively smoldered in her sensitive loins and softly tingling belly. She thought of the little bruises on her tight, fleshy cuntal lips she'd discovered this morning and the almost pleasant feeling of soreness deep in the intimate channel between her legs. She had examined herself thoroughly the first thing to be sure his huge hardness hadn't torn her anywhere, and it hadn't. The wonderful love making darling, she excitedly mused as she lay there reveling in the warm sunshine while her still passion infused young mind continued to feel the glow she had opened her eyes to with her handsome animal lover masterfully cuddling her close.
There was little use trying to deny it, the erotically stimulated Adrian knew deeply within herself as she rolled onto her back, laying her bikini bra loosely over her palpitating young breasts. She had to have more! Goldie's lovemaking had awakened an new awareness in her, making her jubilant, almost tolerant of her sister-in-law! With miracles like that, there was no reason to stop now.
With those fired filled emotions, Adrian led her animal lover up the carpeted steps to her room on the second floor. She had to have Goldie's huge dog-cock once more, racing up into her hotly excited cunt in all its sleek, slippery hardness, filling her belly and saturating her with those lust-intoxicating sensations when she came! Maybe she was evil, she didn't know or care as she stripped a way her bikini and stood in trembling, desire-inspired nakedness before the beautiful animal watching her every move with erect, velvety ears.
Just the sight of him standing and waiting, as if he knew exactly what was about to happen sent frantic charges of erotic excitement soaring through the teenage girl. She moved closer to him, spreading her shapely legs in a wide obscene stance. Then, bending her knees, she smoothed her small hands down over her arched hips and inward between her wide-open thighs to lewdly spread with extended fingers the flushed curl fringed lips of her cuntal split until its moistened pinkness was exposed to the eagerly staring dog.
"C-come on, baby! Lick it, for Adrian! Run that gorgeous tongue through her hot pussy!" the dark-haired girl luridly hissed, her lush lips wetly open, her onyx eyes sparkling with the teenaged lust simmering inside her. Just the audible sound of the obscene word coming from her own mouth excited her all the more. "Do it, darling! Lick my cunt for me! Then, you can fuck me again. Shove your handsome cock right up my hot pussy hole."
Those were the same sensually stimulating words which sordidly reached Cindy's ears as she stood still in the hallway holding Adrian's unlocked door pressed inches inward! She swallowed, her mouth and throat as dry as a desert, standing rigid there and afraid to move, but knowing she had to, Adrian's salacious request echoing and re-echoing in her own liquor-aroused brain.
Slowly, the blonde woman eased the door further inward to peek around it and see Goldie move forward between her sister-in-law's naked wide-spread legs, the curvaceous girl's obscene pose, with her slender white hands holding open the hair-lined lips of her girlish pussy, sending, wild sensations of unbelievable excitement charging through Cindy!
With wagging tail, Goldie was obeying lifting his gallant head and suddenly out the length of his long wet tongue to lick up through the sensitive pink flesh Adrian revealed to him. Cindy watched the shudder of unhidable passion ripple over the lovely teenager's naked curves as she thrust her young loins forward to the German shepherd's avid tongue, a thrill of sympathetic response rippling over her own near-naked body!
"Do it! More, lover! Lick it . . . tongue it good for me!" Adrian gasped, squatting even lower and working her softly curved hips and buttocks upward in an obscene arch of movement against his wet laving tongue. "Oh, lick it for me."
Cindy had to brace herself against the door-casing to keep from falling, or at least staggering. She sensed the heated wetness seeping down between her swollen, blood-flushed cuntal lips to flood her panties as she played voyeur, her heart pounding to every lust throbbing word tumbling from Adrian's hissing mouth. Silently, she eased inside to stand there, closing the door behind her without a sound, still unnoticed by Adrian who now stood in her lewd, knees-bent position with her undulating white buttocks toward Cindy, Goldie's view cut off by the girl's offered loins he was eagerly licking!
The heavily breathing young woman couldn't comprehend the lascivious emotions this wanton spectacle was causing to electrify her passionate young body Instead of reproach or anger, she was beset from the first witnessing view with a series of feverish erotic impulses, the urge almost overwhelming to rush forward and clasp the beautiful girl's smooth white nakedness hungrily against her!
Suddenly, Adrian saw her sister-in-law's reflection in the full-length dresser mirror, the eyes of both girls meeting there in a shocked clash, Adriana's lust-fired dark ones rounding into horror while Cindy's sensuously incited sparkle expressed a compassionate understanding that the younger girl never saw! She whirled out of her sordid stance, staggering, her firm, high-set breasts quivering and her hair wildly tossing as she faced Cindy open-mouthed gaping in abject mortification. Goldie growled, then recognized their intruder and began to wag his tail.
"M-My God! You... you've been spying on me!" Adrian hissed, making no motion to cover her exposed young curves, the full impact of her trauma yet to have its effect in the shamed debasement rapidly engulfing her.
Cindy realized this and above all wanted to avoid the sobbing reaction she was certain was only seconds away. . . "No. . . no baby! I wouldn't do that to you. . . not ever!", she softly exclaimed, moving toward the enticingly naked girl who could only stare at her in momentary numbed disbelief. "I just wanted to talk with you, darling. . . and your door was unlocked."
"You're lying. You were spying on me... trying to see what you could!" Adrian gasped out, her voice beginning to rise shrilly. "You've never liked me anyway," pouted the dark-haired girl Then viciously, "Well, did you see what we were doing? I was making him lick between my legs!" she half-wailed. "Yes, he was licking my cunt, sister-in-law! I'm, an animal, aren't I? Why don't you go call my brother that you've turned into an alcoholic and tell him?"
Cindy slapped her hard, a red blotch immediately appearing on the younger girl's almost translucent white cheek, the force of the blow causing Adrian to reel backwards, her naked curves rippling with the stinging jar. For another movement, the girl could only stare wide-eyed at the beautiful angered face of the blonde woman before her; then she broke, staring to slump downward toward the floor, burying her face in her hands, but Cindy caught her first.
Gently, the older sister-in-law drew the sobbing teenager's soft nakedness inside her arms, pressing the crying girl's face willingly against the exposed softness of her shoulder. She smoothed her hand around Adrian's narrow waist and then caressed upward over her back, the contact with Adrian's silken flesh excitingly provoking. The lush, dark nippled mounds of her full ripe breasts were flattened nakedly against her own and the intoxicating desire to stroke her hand down over the girl's ovalled white buttocks below was nearly uncontrollable.
Cindy held the convulsing Adrian's head with one hand while the other continued to soothingly caress the girl's naked back.
"There now, honey, let's get hold of ourselves," she whispered in her drugged stupor. "You have to believe that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you! And yes, I know what you were doing... because I've done it with that darling dog, too! You see, you're not the only one."
It was seconds before the words of her brother's wife penetrated the wall of shame and despair crushing down on Adrian, but when they did she sensed a little tremor of rekindled sensuality flicker through her. Slowly, she raised her head, her breathing still catching, but her tears stopped. She looked into the sultry blue eyes of the voluptuous woman holding her inside her arms, suddenly confident that the other was not lying.
"But. . . but you have Ralph and you have Jay North, too! You only said that to make me feel better."
"Now wait a minute, Adrian. It's time you and I got one thing settled. I know you've heard a lot of stories down at the club, but they aren't all true. . . I did have an affair with Jay North. . . but ... now listen to me, Adrian," said Cindy cupping Adrian's chin in her hand. "It happened at a time when I was very weak. I didn't know if your brother was ever going to live to see another day.
And I was lonely. . . just as you were lonely and let Goldie lick you. . . ."
Cindy minced no words as she unfolded it all to her husband's sister, revealing from the beginning how she and Ralph had had a fulfilling sexual life until the accident and, how afterwards Ralph never wanted to make love anymore.
In a calm voice, she told Adrian of her own little party with Goldie and of the wonderful pleasure-giving release he had brought her, and finally of her lustful oral act with Jay North the night before and how he'd threatened her with photographs and finally with Adrian's virginity.
"You mean that Jay North uses this dog to help him score with women? As good looking as he is?" Adrian gaspingly whispered.
"I'm sure of it, baby. And that's how he's trying to get back at me for cutting off our affair. He swore he'd get even with me someday, but I didn't think he would be as vile as to take it out on someone as innocent as you."
Then, looking at Goldie who had stretched himself out on the floor and was unwaveringly eyeing them: "And that big lad, I believe, has been trained in his love-making. . . which doesn't make him any the less beautiful at it, does it?"
Adrian smiled, shyly, but with a sparkling sincerity, the fact that she still sat in revealing nakedness not in the least shameful to her . . . not before the beautiful, unveiled person who had just confided the most intimate secrets of her personal life to her. "No .. no it doesn't," she agreed squeezing Cindy's warm hand inside both of her own, the new trust she felt growing inside her for her brother's wife matched only by the sensuously stimulating thought that they shared the same erotically forbidden intimacy in the massive, handsome animal watching them. "I-I was a virgin, too," Cindy. . . not even Jerry has done it to me yet. I was going to let him last night, but then after Ralph embarrassed me by dumping that damned drink down my neck... and I was so upset and so... so hot I just couldn't resist seducing that dog into it . . . at least, I thought I was seducing him, but now I'm not sure after what you've told me. It struck Cindy what the younger girl was really saying then! She hadn't had only oral relations with Goldie, but he had... had actually fucked her! The realization set off a wild little spasm of feverish sensations spiraling through her simmering loins. Adrian's naked closeness adding heatedly to them.
"Y -you mean. . . Goldie did it to you . . . put his . . . fucked you?" Cindy stammered, at last blurting it out in a throaty whisper.
Adrian sensed the flushing thrill at her gorgeous blonde sister-in-law's use of the four-letter word, but was at, the same time surprised at her question.
She whispered back: "You aren't mad at me, are you?
"Of course I'm not angry with you, baby," Cindy whispered, quickly slipping her arm around the tiny wasp-waist of the girl beside her, drawing Adrian's lithe nakedness warmly against her. With deep-felt affection, the blonde pressed her soft lips against the cheek she had slapped. "I'm sorry for slapping you, Adrian. You know I didn't mean that," she breathed against the velvet-like flesh, unable to hold her other hand from finding the satiny little bowl of Adrian's naked belly.
Tiny trembles of delicious fascination shivered over the younger girl at the older woman's loving words and caressing touch. She managed to twist her face until it was confronting Cindy's, then, she reached down and gently raised the heavily breathing blonde's soft hand up to the fullness of her passion-swelling breasts, holding and pressing it wantonly against one yielding white mound as she meaningfully kissed Cindy's lust moist lips.
Surges of hot passion flow from each into the other through their erogenous points of fleshy contact, yet neither would have admitted that their lustful emotions bordered on a perversion. In the other, each had suddenly found an intimate relationship that supplanted a tag so shallow as lesbianism. They were not in love with one another in some warped way, but knew a sharing love fused by the handsome German shepherd who was so interestedly watching their every move.
"Darling . . . get out of those clothes," Adrian excitedly pressed getting to her feet and moving between Cindy's legs to lean over her shoulder and unfasten her bra-strap. Her soft dangling breasts brushed against Cindy's cheeks and the older woman kissed the smooth valley between them, at the same time moving one hand down between the younger girl's rounded white thighs. With knowing gentleness, she warmly cupped her whole hand over the fleshy resilience of Adrian's dark curled pussy mound and cuntal lips still wet from Goldie's lewd tonguing, her middle finger caressing at the very center of the girl's tiny anal ring. She heard Adrian's gasp at the erotic pass, and then the girl was lowering to her knees between Cindy's legs as she drew away her bikini bra. "Oh, you have such beautiful breasts, Cindy!"
It was the young blonde's turn to gasp as Adrian leaned forward to kiss and tongue their exposed nakedness, suddenly sucking one tight pink nipple between her pursed young lips, the tip of a baby-like tongue lovingly worrying it.
"Oh . . . ohhh Adrian!" Cindy gasped, taking the girl's face between her trembling hands and raising it to be tenderly kissed on the lips. "We'll always be friends like this, won't we?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it. Now, stand up so I can roll these shorts down!" Adrian whispered.
Cindy did, refusing to think, thankful for all the little yellow pills churning with warm persuasion inside her. She felt her shorts and panties slipping down her long naked legs and lowered her head to see the girl before her sitting back on her heels, her soft young hands warmly clasping the outer fullness of her sister-in-law's thighs as if drinking in the naked sight before her.
"Oh, Cindy, you're so lovely! I've never seen a body as beautiful as yours... and that golden pussy hair! It makes me want to nuzzle my face right into it!"
The ardently excited Cindy would never have stopped the girl had she advanced to do it-she couldn't have, the sensations of exquisite feminine passion were so strong between them, but at that moment she was content that her sister-in-law didn't want to nuzzle her, though she hardly knew why.
"Climb up on the bed," directed the teenager; "I'm going to help."
"Help?" Cindy asked quizzically.
Goldie had never taken his eyes from the two female humans as he now thought of with equal affection. Their stimulating white nakedness let him instinctively know that pleasureful delights would soon be his. He watched through half-closed, but never disinterested eyes, his head resting on the floor between his outstretched forepaws. His heavy loins stirred beneath him at the sight of their white, uncovered beauty, the tiny whimper echoing up into his throat expressing his longing to be used.
"Did you hear that, Cindy?" Adrian whispered. "He knows! And he's waiting! Do you suppose his master is waiting, too?"
"Oh, let's not think about that now, Adrian,"
"Okay, then get up on the bed and spread your legs more!"
"Adrian. . . God, are you sure?"
"Honey, don't be afraid! I was a virgin, remember? He's gentle, believe me!"
Crawling onto the bed beside Cindy and affectionately stroking her hand down over Cindy's sloping back, Adrian said, "If anyone needs a dose of him it's you. Come on Goldie, up here with us! That's it. . . up! Up! That-a-boy! Now. . . up here, darling. . . mount her!
Adrian hissed, suddenly moving close and rising to her knees.
Cindy gasped as she felt the dark-haired girl's small hands suddenly gripping at her elevated buttocks and spreading. . . pulling them apart."
"There! Now fuck her, darling Goldie! Make her happy as you did me!"
Chapter Five
That voluptuous little bitch, hissed Jay North watching his unleashed animal head for the Collins house next door. Leave it to Goldie, he mused, shaking his head with appreciation as he stood on the balcony of his bedroom. His cock still ached with the idea of plunging it belly deep into Cindy's hot pussy, to say nothing of lovely young Adrian's! That teenage bitch! What a fuck she'd be! He remembered the exposure of her tight, young ass-crevice at the party the night before, and the way her full ripe breasts had strained at the bit behind the thin strip of cloth hiding them, and his loins throbbed.
He'd have his revenge at last, and if all went as planned, he'd have two amenable next door neighbors instead of one. Fifteen minutes, he thought, glancing at his watch. He'd give Goldie fifteen minutes before his master took over. His mind continued to race lecherously with lustful thoughts of Adrian's curvaceous young body. His heavy penis stirred goatishly in his pants and he grinned into the mirror as he slipped on his jacket once more.
"Okay, here comes Jay for a taste of that sweet pussy!"
Passionate sensations charged through Cindy as with her naked buttocks raised high and her tremoring thighs widespread, she twisted her head with cheek pressed against the pillow to watch what was happening behind her lewdly positioned body. She saw Goldie standing with ears erect and lax-jawed, his lengthy pink tongue hanging loosely to one side while his huge brown eyes gleamed in their fixed stare at her excitedly displayed loins. At the same time, she saw and felt her sister-in-law's small hands on the stretched white ovals of her ass cheeks luridly spreading them wider apart.
The teenager's onyx eyes danced with lustful sparks at the intriguingly sensual beauty of Cindy's exposed cuntal flesh. The tiny puckered mouth of her anus was pink and smooth just above the fleshy, blonde-fringed folds of her soft-looking pussy, the tight slit revealing just a thin line of its moist pink innerflesh. She sensed her own girlish loins and belly tingle with excitement, electrified by the alluring sight, her mouth actually watering with a desire she was too aroused by to be ashamed of! And before Goldie could move in closer, Adrian mindlessly lowered her own head as if magnetically drawn.
An intense shiver rippled over Cindy's smooth, naked body when she felt the younger girl's face nuzzling warmly between the soft inner-cheeks of her wide-stretched buttocks... then the breathtaking sensations her moist lips incited pressing hotly against the sensitive folds of her clasped little anal mouth! Adrian's tongue-tip quickly followed to lick and probe, pressuring and worming up into the muscle-controlled opening while Cindy gasped in lewd pleasure beneath the delightful mouthing. Cindy heard Goldie's whimper then and felt Adrian's delicious manipulations stop.
"Okay, lover!" Adrian hotly whispered. "Don't be jealous . . . I just couldn't help myself! That's it . . . right in close, darling . . . you know how."
Automatically, Cindy tried to spread her straining thighs even wider, salaciously picturing the obscene positioning of her own voluptuous nakedness in her desire-inflamed mind's eye. She heard the massive animal's panting and sensed his hot breaths against her lushly offered white mounds. Abruptly, she felt his familiar tongue's wet heat slithering into the velvety nether crevice separating her ass-cheeks. She moaned aloud at the fiery contact, immediate impulses of lust stabbing ever stronger through her erotically seeping pussy and quivering belly.
The impassioned young wife felt her new sister-in-law's small hands eagerly clutching at her up thrust buttocks, gently pulling the resilient mounds ever farther apart to give the loving animal full access to her sensitive little anus! His laving tongue began to caress it lewdly, then moved wetly down to splay open her blood-swollen cuntal lips, grazing the seething pink flesh on its way to her erect little clitoral bud! She gasped in her lust building joy, straining her knees another fraction of an inch apart to open the throbbing pink slit between her thighs wider to the big handsome dog. His long, curling animal tongue thrust repeatedly, sweeping in a liquid flame through the sizzling wet flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her cunt, inciting her loins to a more intensive sexual heat. . . before he suddenly moved into the position she had been almost fearfully awaiting!
Cindy couldn't help but tense up as Goldie's huge furry body crowded in behind her excitedly raised buttocks, aware that he was standing on his hind legs, his powerful forelegs gripping at the nakedly flaring flesh of her hips. She craned her neck with her cheek still against the pillow to gape wildly back at him! God, he was. . . he was going to fuck her, and Adrian was pressing him on!
"That's it lover. . . do it for Cindy like you did for me! Don't be frightened, Cindy, I know you'll love it," said Adrian, stroking the dog's back.
Cindy's tranquilized mind spun with the unbelievable obscenity of it!
Inwardly, she was as tense as a bowstring, her naked flesh trembling to the feverish stimulation both Adrian's and Goldie's magic tongues had fired in her receptive loins. Then suddenly, in her sister-in-law's mirror, she was seeing the salacious spectacle of their lewd positions, an uncontrollable gasp of base sensuality escaping her at the bestial sight!
"His cock is getting hard, Cindy!" Adrian whispered, watching through wildly fired young eyes the glistening scarlet length slipping wetly out from its long furry sleeve. The young girl bent as close as she could to see its tapered thickness waggling forward inch by inch, as its leveled-tipped head almost reached to probe Cindy's moist pink-slitted pussy.
Cindy felt the dog's powerful animal body stagger against her smooth buttocks and his dangling, hardening cock trying to seat itself in the vertical crevice of her upturned cunt! She heard his loud, almost desperate whine as his forepaws clutched tighter at her hips and he jerked and stumbled on his hind legs, trying to thrust the huge throbbing spear of lusty raw hardness up inside her palpitating cuntal hole.
While she stared at it in the mirror, Cindy could hear Adrian's loud breathing blending with her own. She shifted her lustfully elevated buttocks in little circles back at the still growing animal cock, the tension inside her reaching a nearly unbearable point! OH God, she had to have it . . . that long thick dog cock fucking right up into the passionate channel of her hotly throbbing cunt.
"I'll help him!" Adrian suddenly offered, reaching down between their awkwardly gyrating bodies to gently grasp Goldie's hot slippery hardness in her fingers, the wet searing feel of it like an electric shock charging through her teenage body! The dog whimpered a low guttural sound at the contact as she lovingly squeezed and tried to stroke it before spreading Cindy's silken blonde pussy-hair with its cone shaped head, guiding the hot tip up into her small, desire-drenched cuntal mouth.
Abruptly, the massive animal humped forward, bursting this solid cock from Adrian's grasp to fuck the long thick rod up into Cindy's vulnerable cunt while the younger girl lustfully watched. She saw it stretching the fleshy cuntal lips wider and wider, knowing it was doing the same inside Cindy's sensitive pussy, remembering how the hard, burning length had driven deep up in to the churning heat of her own virginal belly!
Cindy felt the huge, reddish length of blood swollen dog flesh slither forward with a savage charge, burying itself to the very hilt in her shockingly stretched cunt! At the same time, she felt her animal lover's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swing down solidly to slap against her blonde pussy curls as her breath rushed from her lungs!
"Unnnnnn . . . oh, God, Adrian!" Cindy's glazed eyes gaped blindly as the panting dog began to fuck rapidly in powerful, rhythmic thrusts up into her from behind! Her head jarring from his every flesh rippling lunge, Cindy concentrated on the reflected mental picture of his long, thick cock making plunging strokes up into her as she began to move in feverish tempo back to meet his mind-shattering animal strokes!
Adrian, her bedroom, the very world itself nothing existed except the intoxicating sensations of lust spreading through the young woman's sensuously slaving body heaving backward onto the ever-thickening dog cock skewering deeper up into her raging, flame-filled belly. Furiously, Goldie's muscular animal beauty battered and thudded with resounding slaps against her roundly yielding ass cheeks, his pulsating dog cock a shaft of hot liquid fire driving to its full length up into unreached depths in her greedily clasping cunt! Whining uncontrollable, she rotated her buttocks lewdly back at him in a mounting, sluttish fervor, grinding her clasping cuntal sheath back over the cunt-filling hugeness of his animal cock in anticipated fulfillment!
Goldie did not have to be told that he was pleasing the pretty blonde woman bent over bitch-like before him. He knew by the responsive movements of her soft white body as he hammered instinctively up into her hot slippery mating hole while she thrust her soft, hair-fringed cunt back onto his aching hardness. The wet heat of her tight human channel was clutching greedily at it, as much as had the dark haired girl's last night. His tongue hung loose and dripping from, his open jaws with the fierce pressure growing inside his raging loins.
Suddenly, he saw the younger, dark haired one's naked white body crawling upward on the bed, but he paid little attention. Only his thundering hardness roaring up into the hotly milking core between the golden female's long white legs meant anything to him!
"Oh Cindy... your face... you look so happy!" the young girl whispered, leaning down close to her. "I didn't lie to you, did I? Is a man's cock as good? Please tell me."
"Oh . . . oh... Adrian... Don't ask me now! .. but it is beautiful!" Cindy gasped, her blonde hair flailing as she uncontrollably tossed her head from side to side.
Vaguely then, she realized that Adrian was positioning herself on her back before her face, spreading her shapely young legs wide apart and inching her smooth hips downward until her raven-haired loins were directly below Cindy's face, laying part-way back then, her small hands stroking down over the smooth white flesh of her flat belly and rounded hips, moving inward with slender fingers extended toward the pouting, hair-fringed cunt lips, its moistened, thin-lined pinkness peeking erotically from between!
Further excited by this new lustful sight, Cindy tried to hold her head steady, a nearly impossible feat with Goldie's pummeling cock racing with velocity up into her steaming pussy hole and quivering belly. The young blonde sensed her mouth grew wet with a singular hungering desire as Adrian's fingers slowly spread the soft tight cuntal lips apart from either side, the pink inner flesh of her pussy moistly sparkling, separating viscidly before Cindy's eager eyes. The vibrant weighty feel of her own swollen breasts quivering and swaying beneath her only amplified the intensive feelings saturating her prostrated, nakedness, as, slave-like, she drank the erotic display of young teenage cuntal flesh purposefully exposed to her.
Adrain held it flowered so that the wet inner folds and delicate pink petals were completely revealed in a lewd shimmering exhibition, her tiny clitoris erectly quivering, the babyish slit of her urethra clearly visible, while the ovaled lips of her tight cuntal mouth worked with a newly awakened hunger. The sparsely framing dark curls bordering the desire-moistened pinkness were in sharp contrast with the smooth whiteness of the girl's belly, widespread thighs and ovaled ass cheeks with the tiny puckered anus nestled entrancingly between, and it was more than Cindy could resist-even had she wanted to!
"Please darling, do it for me!" Adrian passionately whispered. "Only Goldie ever has. . . but I'd love you forever if you would! Oh, please lick my pussy! I'm so hot!"
Adrian's pleading request served to add unneeded fuel to the bed of erotic coals blazing hotly within her naked body. Though it might seem that she hesitated as she lowered her face closer and closer toward Adrian's uplifted loins, it was only to feast her devouring eyes on the intoxicating girl's alluring genitals! She had never been this close to another girl's cunt, nor had she ever touched one except her own before. Then, the teenager's hands moved away, the tightly resilient outer lips folding back in their youth to kiss one another, leaving a narrow pink slit that was the more entrancing to Cindy!
She eagerly examined its rather long curving line downward to where it joined the rounded white ovals of Adrian's buttocks, just above the tiny crinkled mouth of her little anus. A heady essence . . . the perfume of desirous feminine heat stung Cindy's nostrils then causing them to flare excitedly as she felt Adrian suddenly reaching beneath her to cup her swollen, nipple straining breasts! Something equal to white hot flame raged through the young wife as she used her thumbs to spread open her sister-in-law's passion-flushed pussy lips and then thrust her tongue deep into the simmering, liquid flesh between her trembling legs!
While Adrian's lithe body squirmed in naked delight and moans of lust charged joy gurgled up from her youthful throat, Cindy's brain whirled in the overwhelming passion seizing all control from her cock stuffed cunt. She whined into the heated flesh of Adrian's splayed pussy at the wild animal fucking she was getting from behind, while her tongue licked and probed its way over the secret, pungent tasting delicacy. It wormed its way up inside, the desire swollen walls of the girl's seething pussy, feeling the youthful greediness clutching hungrily as she twirled and jabbed the wet little invader! Then, she wiggled its tip into the tiny urethral slit, taunting it for a moment before dropping down to do the same to the gasping girl's puckered little rectal opening.
Then with a final ups weeping lick, Cindy focused her blinding passion on the girl's palpitating clitoris, caressing and stabbing at the tiny erect bud, sucking it between her softly pouting lips to nip and worry with the fine edges of her white teeth.
"Oh God, oh God," Adrian chanted in blinded passion, squirming in sensuous delight beneath Cindy's lewdly searching tongue. "Don't stop ever. . . please... I'll lick your pussy any time you ask me. . . honest! Oh honest! Uuuhhh. . .
Jay North relaxed as he leaned against the door frame watching, his face stretched into a distorted grin of rank lechery. His cock, which had never really gone soft since admiring Adrian's hidden breasts at the party, was now a throbbing, hardened demon bent inside the confines of his prisoning pants. Christ, he couldn't have asked for anything more if he'd hired a show!
Christ! They were so goddamned wrapped up in their three-way orgy that they hadn't even heard him open the door or come up the steps. Even Goldie's keen senses had failed him in his ruttish heat! Goddamn, it was a cock-throbbing sight all right: Adrian sprawled on her back with her young, cream, white thighs yawning wide while lovely Cindy, with her beautiful rounded ass thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in the kid's wet, hair-fringed loins! He could see the loyal wife's little tongue licking furiously at Adrian's open pink cunt, while mounted behind Cindy with forepaws clutching at her waist and hips, his long thick animal cock jack hammering between her quivering white buttocks to sink its full length up into the liquid opening of her coral-hued cunt was his own goddamned faithful old mutt fucking his heart out!
Though he'd seen and been involved in his share of sex carnivals, Jay couldn't remember anything to ever match this, nor had his swollen cock ever reached a more painful hardness than it, knew at the moment. He clutched at its thickly jerking length straining in his trousers as Cindy with head half raised emitted a loud moan, beginning to chant and wail, her smooth naked curves starting to spasmodically convulse!
"Ohhh, I'm cummming!" she cried out, slamming her founded ass cheeks back onto the dog's savagely fucking cock with a frenzy, and by the way-Goldie was humping and squealing, Jay knew the bastard mutt was shooting his load like a fire-hose up into her heaving white belly!'
Finally, she fell forward on those voluptuously mounded breasts, burying her face, once more in Adrian's dark-curled loins as the dog's wilting hardness slipped wetly out from between her legs, the entire area of her ravished loins glistening with the thick oozing moisture of their cum seeping from between the flushed lips of her cum-drenched pussy.
He reached down then and tore open the fly of his pants, releasing the long thick length of his own pulsating cock and said: "Is this a private party . . . Or can a next door neighbor join in?"
Adrian jerked upright to her elbows, twisting her head to see him in the doorway. She wasn't certain, but doubted that Cindy had heard him, and as she stared in shocked horror for a second time that day the obscenely sprawled girl realized that the fly of his trousers was open and he was holding his hardened, heavy cock lewdly in his hand, his loins thrust slightly forward. Gasping out, her face turning a shameful scarlet, Adrian tried to speak, but Goldie interrupted with a vicious growl, his ears flattening and his fangs suddenly bared.
"Shut up you cock hound and get in the corner!" Jay snapped at the animal, the latter hesitatingly silent before obeying. With a lurid grin, the master walked toward the bed gripping his lust swollen cock and watching the voluptuous Adrian's almond-shaped eyes widening as they gazed at it in obvious, startled fascination.
It was then that Cindy had regained enough of her wits to realize someone had walked in on them! She sat up quickly, her moistened lips falling open to share Adrian's shocked horror, but even more so when she saw who it was and what he was holding so lewdly in his hand.
"You! Get out of here. . . you bastard!" Cindy choked in immediate rage, her cheeks a screaming red as she realized that the very situation she'd hoped to save Adrian from she had only helped to make worse! Her still tranquilizer-slowed mind just noticing Jay beginning to strip off his clothes. "Damn you! What do you think you're doing?"
"First of all, I'm not going to go through that routine with you again, Cindy. You know what this is all about . . . or have you forgotten about last summer?" he calmly replied, leering down at her. "And secondly, one look at my cock ought to answer your questions for you. If it doesn't, well . . . in about a minute you'll see for yourself!" He dropped his shorts and stood naked before the pair of lewdly sprawled women staring at him in stunned, shame-filled fear, his dark eyes gleaming lustfully as they centered on Adrian's curved, lithe nakedness. "In short, Mrs. Collins, I'm going to fuck the little cunt you were just tonguing with a passion . . . and by the way, what does Ralph think of these little secret talents of yours? Or maybe he doesn't know about the sexy games his girls play together, huh?"
"It's not that way at all," Adrian spat at him.
"This is the first time . . . honest. And I know all about you, too. Cindy told me and you two and how it all happened. So don't try to use that against her."
"Don't try to explain," Cindy interrupted, pressuring the younger girl's naked thigh with her hand. "It's useless with him. Okay, Jay go ahead and fuck me, but leave Adrian out of this!"
The handsome, well-built man sniggered down at her in his obscenely exposed nakedness, his hand still grasping and luridly stroking the huge length of his thick, hardened cock. "Some child . . . too young for fucking but just right for your tongue, eh, bitch? And what a martyr you are! Christ, Joan of Arc would be put to shame. Did you hear that, Adrian? She wants to sacrifice herself for you, the noble bitch . . . thought I can't help but wonder if it's not my stiff cock she wants all for herself!" You bastard!" Cindy spat, scrambling up off the bed to glare at him. "I'd rather have that dog than you!"
"I know ... I just saw you," Jay replied, still grinning. "But what would poor Ralph think if he knew his wife was making it with dogs, not to mention his sister."
"Oh, I could kill you, you bastard!" the blonde woman angrily hissed, tears of helpless rage stinging her glaring blue eyes. But even as she spat at him, Cindy knew there was no scruples or mercy you, Cindy?" The animosity she'd felt for Cindy had melted into a womanly compassion of shared needs.
Adrian had not moved. Though she heard their bitter exchange, it did little more than register. From the first she hadn't been able to drag her, fascinated eyes away from the long thick cock jutting out from their neighbor's loins. She'd really had no idea that a man's cock was that big, nor that the sac holding his heavy balls could bloat to such proportions! Strong sensations of hungering desire rippled through her yet unsatisfied loins and belly at the promising sight, until she could almost feel its filling hardness plunging up into her heated depths just as Goldie's had that first time last night!
"D-Don't argue with him, Cindy... I'm not afraid, " the girl managed in a husky voice, trying to keep the eagerness from his throaty tone. "We-We can't let Ralph be hurt.. .and he would. . . you know he would! How would we explain? We're both guilty now."
"Your sister-in-law's smarter than you are, Cindy," Jay exclaimed, ogling the girl's naked beauty with hotly stroking gazes. He wasn't fooled. He'd been watching her young hungering eyes caressing his aching cock. Shit, the little bitch wanted it bad . . . bad enough, he'd bet, to fight for it if he offered to accept Cindy's compromise. Christ, he wished he had the time to go through that scene, but time was getting to be of the essence. He wasn't sure when Ralph would return nor did he know where he went all dressed up in a suit and tie cause for, suspicion.
"No," screamed, Cindy, dropping down beside the younger naked girl who still lay sensuously spread eagled on the bed.
"You've got to think of yourself," Adrian hissed, her dark eyes limpid pools of passionate excitement. She spoke so that only the blonde woman looking down at her could hear. "I want it, Cindy. Please. . . please? Let me do it with him... as if he was raping me! Oh, please Cindy!"
Wild emotions of easily rekindled sensuality raced through the blonde wife, understanding what only another woman could. "I don't want you hurt, Adrian, baby!" she whispered back, running her fingertips over the beautiful teenager's cheek. "H-He's a brute!"
"I know! That's why I want to do it!"
"Okay! Enough of this whispering!" Jay snapped." I don't have time to argue with you bitches, so either she spreads them for me or Ralphie boy gets an ear full!" He caught hold of Cindy's arm and squeezed hard, pulling her up off the bed.
"C-come on! Rape me if you're going to! I'm not afraid!" Adrian half-whined, glowing with lust at his lewd words and pledge. She stared at him with round eyes, her line of vision fixing on his thick, sinewy cock, and as she gaped through impassioned young eyes he drew its heavy foreskin back, exposing the huge purplish rubberiness of its head, causing minute pearlish droplets of seminal fluid to ooze from the tiny split at its tip! A series of exquisite shudders fluttered over her and she felt the gooseflesh standing out on her naked young skin.
He crawled onto the bed still grinning and laughing inwardly at her 'rape me' routine. "You like that rape idea don't you kid?" he taunted, moving between her spread white legs. "Kind of gives you a little masochistic charge, eh?" He kneed in close and remaining upright began to tease the fleshy, hair-lined pink slit of her tight girlish pussy with his hardened cock head clutched in his hand. She tremored and gasped to the sensitive contact, lifting her head to gape down between her softly mounded breasts, watching saucer-eyed as tormented the defenseless crevice.
"Oooh!" Adrian whimpered in a mixture of shame and sensuous desire. "Do it if you're going to! Rape me... fuck me!" she spat between clenched teeth, the fire licking through her unsated young loins fed all the more by the obscene position in which she lay helpless beneath him.
"I'm not afraid! Do it!" she half-cried up into his leering face, wiggling her buttocks in lewd invitation.
"If its rape you want, it's rape you'll get!
He reached down suddenly to press her shapely young legs back upward toward her head before either girl hardly realized what was happening, until her knees were flattened against her breasts and her calves were locked back by his broad shoulders.
Adrian whimpered at the unexpected torment. Her young supple body was bent back double, the sudden pain of her straining muscles raising another agonized groan from her throat!
"My God! She can't take you like that!" Cindy exclaimed, her voice quavering as she stared at the flattened plane of Adrian's wide split, glistening loins presented up to the man's ravage brutally with his huge, heavy cock aimed directly at the upturned crevice. "Stop it, stop it!"
If he had, it made no difference, the now terrified girl beneath him thought in stunned panic; suddenly his muscular body crushed down on top of hers, flattening her full breasts tightly into her chest! She felt his thick stiffened cock fuck up into her resistant cuntal hold like a tree trunk, pushing the fluid flesh in wild ripples before its blunt blood engorged head!
"Aaauuuggghhh!" Adrian grunted beneath the impalement, her eyes gaping wide as its heavy, blood-engorged length soared up into her, fucking against her tender cervix! Again and again she squealed, completely shattered by the man's assault, but he never let up, even when Cindy tried to pull him off.
"Rape she wanted, and that's... what I'm giving her..." he choked out, pushing the blonde's struggling nakedness back way with a sweep of his arm and hearing her sobs of helplessness.
Chapter Six
Though Adrian continued to sound out whimpers of pain to his heavy cock fucking viciously up between her legs, Jay knew they were growing less distressful and more impassioned in their rhythmic gasps, tempoed to his plunges fucking deep up into the clenching heat of her soft little belly. The girl's naked body in its defenseless, bent-double position beneath him was beginning to respond of its own accord. Her rounded hips and taut white buttocks had fallen into a gentle undulation, rotating the clasping slippery walls of her young, tight cunt around his pulsating hardness that was stuffing the wide-split crevice clear to his aching balls.
While Cindy watched in sickened helplessness, she recognized the change gradually taking place in her sister-in-law's once grimacing face and cringing young body. The obscenely stretched lips of her pussy had begun to slither wetly up to devour the huge rod of Jay North's torturous cock. His heavy sperm-bloated balls smacked down hard into the damp, smooth crease of her naked buttocks, her moans now edged with tones of masochistic delight.
At least most of the painful torment was passed for her, Cindy gave silent thanks as she gaped in growing fascination at the lustful sight of Jay's pumping buttocks tensing heavily each time he fucked with force to sink his long thick hardness into Adrian's greedily accepting, stretched channel. Sometimes if he didn't fuck it up into her to full capacity, Cindy could see a narrow white stretch of the thick shaft showing beneath the sway aims semen-inflated balls. Then, on the next stroke she would wince when his hairy pelvis crashed down hard against Adrian's, and she stared as he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his huge swollen cock-head becoming visible with each withdraw.
The blonde wife sensed her own belly quiver rapaciously with rekindled sensations at the brutal fucking the lecherous no-good was giving the helpless teenage girl pinned obscenely beneath him. But even as her own susceptible loins began to tingle with desire, the still furious wife tried to desperately conceive of some way to stop this animal before he ruined all of them! Then she saw him free Adrian's long shapely legs and quickly wrap them around his hips, her heels pressed tight against the cheeks of his hollowing buttocks, straining of their own accord to pull him back inside her each time he withdrew.
The cords of Adrian's smooth, white thighs flexed tautly as she raised her skewered loins back up over his glistening cock, her quivering buttocks lifting inches off the bed while she struggled in her effort to absorb the entire length back into the soft, fleshy folds of her greedy cunt! A wet viscid sound lewdly filled the room as they fucked, and then Goldie began to growl with bared fangs beside Cindy, his unsuspected nearness startling her.
With single-minded viciousness, he began to plunge up into the hungering wet heat of Adrian's tight girl-cunt, clutching at her roundly working ass-cheeks and listening to her groans of pleasure as she undulated her buttocks in wide circles beneath him! The room began to spin before his gaping eyes as the huge impaling cock slammed into Adrian's cervix, sending crazy spasms of lust skyrocketing through both of them.
"Oooh . . . Cindy... Cindy! I-I'm going to cuuummm! Ooohhh...!" Adrian wailed, her nostrils flaring wide as she fucked herself up on Jay's battering rod of flesh and clung there while the clasping walls of her craving cunt milked desperately around it like the mouth of a starving child!
Ralph drove like a maniac, actually hoping that a cop or two would fall in behind him, just so he'd have someone to share the good news with. He'd just been offered a job teaching in the classroom; it wouldn't be the same as flying, he knew, but at least it would keep his mind off the bottle. Man, what a fool he'd been to waste all his time and money on booze-numbing escape!
Christ, just to dress up in a shirt and tie every morning would be a treat. And no more liquid breakfasts, he promised, struggling to ignore his shaking hands that dung to the steering wheel.
He swung into his drive, surprised to see the patio door open to the pool at the side of the house, but no sign of anyone around. He burst into the house with all intentions of shouting at the top of his lungs, but thought better of that. Instead, he quickly made a systematic tour, which finally narrowed his search down to the bedrooms. The rest was horrifyingly simple, for Adrian's door was partially open, and he just stood there staring, paralyzed, leaning his hand against the framework while he gaped at the incredulously obscene spectacle before him.
The urge to rant, rave and kill Ralph Collins had never known before in his life, but he did at that moment! A great red fire was amassing before his straining eyes even as his huge cock which had hung practically lifeless for nearly a year leaped into a burning, throbbing hardness that threatened to rip out the front of his trousers! No less than a brute animal sound choked up from his throat to fill the room, but only his naked, blonde-haired wife heard it!
When she swung around to see the almost insane expression contorting her husband's crazily enraged face she fought to hold back the scream building up inside her! He started forward like a bull ape as she charged with open arms to stop him, expecting to be beaten to the floor, but his maniacal eyes were fixed on only one person in the room. . . Jay North!
"Oh, God, no Ralph!" Cindy begged as she clung to him, staying between him and the obscene orgy taking place on the bed that was rapidly drawing to a climactic finale. "Listen to me, darling . . . it's my fault. . . all mine! Adrian did nothing wrong."
"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to rip his cock off and shove it down his throat! Get out of my way! The bastard is raping my sister!"
"Oh God, Ralph. Don't ... oh please listen to me!" Cindy sobbed as she continued to bar his struggling way. "She wanted it, Adrian wanted it . . . Ralph, please!"
Jay's brain whirled in an impossible sucking vortex that was drawing him down even as it was propelling him upward! He heard the kid's gasping squeals beneath him, and then a powerful grunt sent his raging semen to travel the distance from his heaving balls to the tip of his jerking cock-head, spitting in thick viscous squirts to splash against the soft walls of the kids wildly quivering cunt, her climax convulsing her frantically hugging body under the violent force of his unleashed load!
Why he hadn't murdered the sonofabitch Ralph Collins would never be able to answer, but he was to later reason that Cindy had saved him from committing an unforgivable crime which in the end would only have hurt them the worse. Thought at that moment he was still beyond the realm of civil rationalization, he held himself back to the pleas of his nakedly voluptuous wife who was almost passionately embracing him as they watched the teenage Adrian fall limply into a merciful faint.
Jay North began to struggle from the bed, mouthing foul oaths between vicious declarations of what he was going to do to the rotten bitch who'd caused it all the faithless wife named Cindy Collins. But the terrible rage in his eyes somehow didn't match the embarrassment twisting his too-handsome face... and then, he saw Cindy's white nakedness standing inside the protective arm of her huge incensed husband and all of the violence seemed to drain from him!
"First of all, you're still alive, Jay North. . ." Ralph hissed through clenched teeth, "and only by the grace of this girl beside me! If you're still in this house two minutes from now, there won't be enough left of you to feed to that mutt of yours, because I'll' tear you limb from limb You got that?"
Ralph Collins sat behind the door of his study, fighting the urge to drain the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels that sat temptingly near. He stared at the amber bottle, his fingers itching to clutch the neck of the bottle as if it were Jay North's neck. But no . . . he couldn't.
It hardly seemed credible to the big, middle-aged man that it had all happened that very day under his own roof, and with the heavy silence that hung throughout the house since he had turned his back on his wife and sister and walked into this room, he had been able to hear them sobbing off and on . . . crying together.
Well, it was behind them now, just as his usefulness to everyone was returning. Shit, he had no idea what had caused this whole sordid affair in the first place. Had this been going on behind his back all along and he was too drunk to notice?
Then he remembered how his futile cock had actually jolted into almost pain-racked hardness when he'd gaped through the bedroom door and seen the goddamn wild orgy-taking place on Adrian's bed. Both girls in their soft white nakedness. . . Cindy watching while the bastard North fucked his lusciously curved young sister . . . and she taking the no-good sonofabitch's huge cock like a real trooper! At the time, he hadn't realized she was being raped . . . he hadn't realized much of anything in fact, except a blinding rage. Christ, for one whole minute his throbbing cock had been as hard as a teenager's on his first trip to a whorehouse!
Once he'd thrown the half-naked North from the house, he hadn't said a word to either girl.
Cindy had been too concerned with bringing Adrian back to normal after her fainting spell and he supposed that was the way it should be. He'd simply walked into the study and locked the door behind him, truthfully not knowing what he was going to, do next. Several times he'd heard a knock at his door and guessed it was Cindy, but he hadn't answered. He couldn't face her . . . either of them.
"Don't worry, darling," the older sister-in-law half-whispered with deep sincerity. "If you go back to Chicago, I'll go with you. I doubt that Ralph has much desire for me now. He must hate me after what happened to you."
"My God, how could you stop him?" Adrian asked her for the umpteenth time.
"You know it was more my fault than yours, Cindy! I wanted it . . . even begged you to let him rape me, didn't I?"
"I know, but if Ralph finds out about me and Jay North he'll hate me!"
"Oh damn," Adrian quietly cursed, getting to her feet and tightening her belt of her wrapper around her. "It's not just making Ralph understand that bothers me . . . but his not being able to make love. God, I don't blame you a bit for having an affair with him."
The older girl couldn't help but thinking, though in all truth it was no light matter to her it's not all that bad, darling . . . I haven't told you this, but when Ralph stormed into your bedroom I turned to him, and the front of his pants was bulging like I've never seen before. I'm sure that if circumstances hadn't been as they were he would have been able to."
Cindy didn't finish. She raised her eyes in the middle of her statement and saw the sparkling black ones of her sister-in-law suddenly flashing down at her. A little quiver rippled over her own robe-covered nakedness at the undeniable licentious gleam!
"That's it!" Adrian hissed.
"What's it? What're you trying to say . . . and I don't like the look in those devilish eyes."
"Ralph has to be shocked or stimulated! And that's what we're going to do!"
Cindy winced at her sister-in-law.
"No, now don't protest, Cindy. This is going to be my party, and it's going to take place right in your bedroom. We, you and me, with the help of Goldie, are going to seduce Ralph into making love to you!"
"That's incest... don't you think we've been evil enough?" Cindy breathed, unable to deny the stimulating thrill the young girl's professed intentions stirred inside her own easily aroused loins.
"Just do as I ask. Remember, Ralph's my brother and I want him to be happy, no matter what the price!"
Suddenly, Cindy felt as if she'd taken a dozen of those tiny yellow pills.
Her mind began to swim with the utterly forbidden thought of it, even as tiny erotic impulses began to race through her sensually hungry young body. God, she loved Ralph so much! "W-What do you want. . . to do?" she repeated.
"I'm not sure yet. . . play it be ear, maybe. . . but I know it's going to be one of the happiest moments in my life!" Adrian hotly whispered. "Ralph's my only brother and you mean so much to me, Cindy!"
Cindy swallowed tightly, sensing the erotic heat beginning to build inside her. "H-He's probably drunk! He's been in there all afternoon." "Good! That should help loosen him up a bit!" Adrian commented. "Come on, let's go get him."
Cindy felt like a child clinging to her sister-in-law's hand as the latter led her half-running to the door of Ralph's study that now stood open ajar. "Ralph!" she called out, peeking in between the open space. "Come on out. Cindy and I have a surprise for you!"
Ralph got up from his chair and stood there gaping open-mouthed at the curvaceous girl facing him. "You're coming with her: she snapped, grabbing hold of his hand. "It's just about time that you started being a husband. Cindy is still a healthy, normal woman who needs love. Now, do you want her making love to you . . . or winding up with a Jay North which she doesn't want?"
Ralph Collins wasn't too keen wit-wise, but he knew and recorded every painful word his enchanting sister spat at him. He wanted to answer but could think of nothing to say, and then they were leading him, each holding to one of his hands, taking him into their bedroom.
"Ralph, you've got a problem! I know it's been hard for you since your accident, but it's no excuse to quit living. I know all about it and I want to help . . . in fact, I'm going to!" the long, dark-haired girl whisperingly exclaimed as she began to remove her bathrobe.
Ralph couldn't believe it! His own sister knowingly stripping herself naked before him! The rounded whiteness of her curvaceous young body was abruptly exposed in its entirety in front of his eyes, they magnetically moved downward to the silken black, triangle shrouding her soft teenage loins! He staggered but Cindy's helping arm supported him. Then, she was unveiling her own goddess-like beauty, tossing her robe to one side, both of them smiling in their breathtaking nakedness as they moved slowly toward him.
"We're going to make love to you because you mean so much to both of us! We want you for your loving sweet self. There's nothing you can do but stand right there!"
And he did, unable to even think as they plucked the clothes from him like an attacking swarm of birds... until he was naked, and he knew that his loins hung as useless as ever!
"WELL. . . there you are, loving girls! You've picked the bones from the skeleton." Ralph said in his apparent embarrassment to both lust-inciting woman holding affectionately to him.
"Get on the bed, Ralph!" Adrian excitedly ordered "We're going to show you a trick or two."
Ralph couldn't refuse because they had no intentions of letting him. Neither girl seemed to find it necessary to speak as he dropped onto his back and they lay down on either side of him, their soft warm contours moving close to possessively caress his big body. Then, they raised on their elbows to look at one another above his chest, the gleams of anticipation and excitement in their faces contagious. It was his own sister's small hand that lovingly curled around the flaccid length of his heavy cock first, causing Ralph to grunt aloud at the forbidden sensation firing through him! Then Cindy's slender hand smoothed down over his stomach, raising gooseflesh on him as her fingers trailed lightly through his pubic hair to cover Adrain's hand fondling the still unresponding length of his thick cock! Christ, it was the goddamn lewdest thing that had ever happened to him . . . and he didn't want it to stop!
Suddenly, his wife tenderly kissed him on the mouth, her hand holding his cock coming back up to brush at his chest, but before he could wrap his arms around her, the blonde lovely was easing down on the bed! While Ralph watched in lust-mounting fascination, Adrian lowered her face over it, her tongue-moistened lips parting to slip right down onto it, abruptly enclosing the entire blood-engorged glans in a hot, lip-locking pressure.
The big man choked out an uncontrollable groan, reflexively lifting his loins upward as the hot moistness of her ovaled lips closed in a pressuring suction over the sensitively swollen cock-head! Gently, Adrian's fingers and palm stroked up and down the now rapidly hardening rod while Cindy's beautiful lips slid down to meet them, beginning to suck it steadily.
Christ, it was actually coming alive, the hot blood beginning to roar through its heavy veins with a pounding force, and he tensed his loins in disbelief. Adrian leaned above his face then, smiling fervently down at her brother as she pressed one white breast with its hardened little berry-like nipple to his gasping lips. Ralph couldn't resist sucking it lustfully into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble it, while his naked sister whimpered with shortened breaths at the sharp pleasureful pain of the incestuous act.
Below, and overjoyed at the growing hardness of her husband's long, thick cock, Cindy eagerly slaved, moaning as she began to suck harder, nipping now and then with the edges of her teeth at his pulsating rigidity. Ralph, with his eyes wide and straining to see around the resilient soft mound of smooth flesh he was mouthing, saw that his cock was white where her teeth scraped the blood away, and a rich purple at its sleek turgid head. He felt his wife's eager hands cupping and cradling his aching balls while she plunged her mouth down onto his throbbing hardness! He raised his head slightly as he continued to lick and nibble, at his sister's firmly rounded breast which she held to his mouth as if feeding him, hungry to see his massive cock nearly vanishing right down Cindy's voracious throat!
Cindy's tongue, with that final slurping lick, was making the glans of his jerking rod vibrate and pulse with a lewd desire. He watched her beautiful toiling face stuffed with his' huge, proudly rigid cock, working over him greedily, her lush lips being pulled out wide by its obscene thickness, her white cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in obvious wanton delight... and then suddenly, she stopped.
"Oh Christ, baby d-don't quit!" he groaned, knowing for certain now that he was going to make it.
Cindy smiled as she raised her head, tossing her head so that her soft curls brushed over his genitals. "I'm not stopping, love, I'm just beginning!"
"We're just beginning!" Adrian quickly reprimanded."
Cindy laughed, getting to her knees as Adrian did the same on the other side of him, while Ralph gasped from one to the other at their lustfully incited smiles. "All right, what'll we do next?" the blonde wife feverishly questioned her bearing sister-in-law.
"Well, it's this big darling's party, so maybe we should ask him," Adrian said, gazing lovingly down at her naked brother. "I know! What was it that made your. . . your cock get hard when you first walked in on us this afternoon, brother?"
Ralph could only stare at his gorgeously intoxicating sister, the sound of the four-letter work coming from her tender lips firing him all the more. He heard her plead again for him to tell them and before he realized it he was babbling out the whole thing about his fantasies of a woman having sex with a dog. All he could think of was a goddamn slave being taken by a brute animal to please a watching queen. . . and Cindy standing there had been that queen!
Adrian's eyes locked wildly with Cindy's their lewd thoughts known to each other with out a spoken word! Almost hissingly, Adrian said: "You, or me?"
"Me!" Cindy gasped. "After all, I am the wife here! "
Again, they both laughed and Adrian said: "All right! And Ralph, you just lie right there! You're the king and we're slaves who have to please you!"
Wild spasms of unbelievably forbidden lust twisted salaciously at Ralph Collins's brain. "You're going to kill me between you. . . but don't let that stop you, because I'm loving every second of it! "Go ahead, please me!"
Adrian's naked flesh tingled hotly as she said to her sister-in-law: "Get on your hands and knees, darling, so that I can get it all wet and ready for Ralphs big handsome cock. Hurry. . . let's get at it!"
Cindy felt a shudder of inflaming delight as she quickly moved around on the bed to do as her sister-in-law had ordered. Adrian, too, got to her knees behind her, never hesitating as she remembered the lewd act from performing it earlier.
Then, Cindy was wiggling her rounded white buttocks expectantly back to where the dark-haired teenager knelt while her brother watched.
They were soft, smoothly ovaled white buttocks to Adrian, and she gazed at the puckered little mouth between as Cindy lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the enchanting vision up and back at her. Adrian's eyes lowered to the long coral split of her desire-moistened cunt with its blonde, curl-fringed lips only partially opened, but enough for the girl to once again see the sensitive pink flesh within. Small droplets of viscous cuntal moisture clung to the flushed, fleshy lips and she moved eagerly toward them. The musky, perfumed scent stung her nostrils, as she knew it would and she lashed out with her greedy little tongue, pressing deep toward her voluptuous sister-in-law's tiny erect clitoris, just as Cindy had done to her earlier while Goldie had so thoroughly fucked her! Adrian found the pulsing pleasure-bud enclosed between the delicate inner folds, her lips coming in contact with the hair-fringed folds of hot flesh as she stretched her tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing lewdly at the quivering nerve-center, raising a deep gasp from Cindy's throat.
Slowly, Adrian swept upward, flicking her tongue tip several times against the twitching clitoris, then downward toward the ovaled wet opening of her nibbling cunt. She plunged her hot flesh tongue in far enough to feel the gasping walls of hot flesh grasp at the obscene intruder, then drew it out to taunt the moaning blonde's urethra before traveling on up the satin-smooth valley of her widespread buttocks to the tiny convoluted circle of her working anus.
It might have gone on indefinitely, Ralph was thinking, if he hadn't decided that he couldn't stand to watch anymore! He had to get his hotly, throbbing cock into that beautiful cunt he was jealously watching his own sister tongue!
"Goddamn it . . .get up over me, Cindy doll before I blow my nuts just watching you two! Hurry, get this log up into that hot little pussy!"
Cindy gasped and laughed happily at the same time as she quickly started to climb on top of her big fired-up husband.
"No! Not that way, honey!" Adrian corrected. "Face your back to him so he can watch better. . . especially when you put it in your asshole!"
"Oh Christ!" Ralph choked, Adrian's lewd words wildly goading him on. Never with any other woman he'd ever known had he dared to try sodomy, though he'd damn sure wanted to plenty of times. "Do it now! We'll fuck that luscious pussy later."
Never hesitating, Cindy positioned herself with her legs on either side of her husband's widespread white buttocks looking at him like twin moons as Adrian reach to grasp his pulsating rod of flesh in her small hand, aiming its blunt-tipped head at the tiny circle of her puckered anal mouth.
"Reach back and spread your ass-cheeks, darling!" Adrian whispered hotly as she gaped at the lust-intoxicating sight, holding her brother's rock hard cock in her hand and watching as Cindy's clutching fingers lewdly obeyed, pulling at the yielding flesh of her smooth mounds to stretch the nether ring part way open. She heard her brother grunt and curse as they both watched Adrian worm the bulbous cock head into the tight expanding opening while Cindy squirmed and wriggled her straining buttocks downward in her effort to skewer the hot spear of solid cock flesh into her tightly resisting anus.
Ragged gasps of breath burst from the obscenely positioned blonde wife as she determined to lower herself down onto her husband's impaling hardness, her tormented whimpers only further charging her audience.
"D-does it hurt, honey?" Adrian whispered in her ear, reaching around to caress one of Cindy's full swaying breasts with sympathetic, if masochistic, envy. "Tell me . . . should I ever let anybody do that to me?"
"Oooohhh . . . Godddd!" the wife moaned. "It . . . it's. . . ohhh . . . horrible. . . beautiful. . . I love it there."
Ralph gaped in salacious pleasure as he watched his slaving wife gyrate her hips down. . . down. . . until the soft white mounds of her ass cheeks were flattened against his upper thighs and pelvis. Then he began to gently work with her in an effort to widen her tight back passage with his aching cock thrust to its full length up into the futilely clenching rectum.
"Christ, baby. ., I never dreamed it could be like this for us! Goddamn . . . listen, if it's hurting too much we can stop!" Ralph blurted, a sudden wave of shame rising up inside him at her pitiful moans.
"No! No, I want it there... love it there, darling!" Cindy vehemently insisted, squirming her naked buttocks down even tighter to his loins and forcing his huge cock further up into her stretched rectum. She slowly leaned back and rotated her hips and buttocks lewdly to please him more.
He caught at her slender waist, slipping his hands up her smooth rib cage while she struggingly straightened out her legs, then his big hands cupped her full, thrusting breasts and he drew her back down on top of him, while Adrian stared at them in a loving lust all her own.
God, he'd never know the agony he was bringing her at that moment, Cindy determined, because simultaneously he was heaping her with all the enchanting joy she had ever hoped for! And the beautiful young girl beside them watching was responsible for it had made it all a reality, had caused incredible pain to become a magnificent torture of masochistic pleasure!
Suddenly, Adrian was moving between their extended legs, her dark sparkling eyes fixed on Cindy's golden-curled pussy slit arching down to the fleshy cheeks of her white buttocks spread wide now with her brother's huge hard cock splitting them . . . holding them apart . . . its thick length buried to the hilt in her forever stretched rectum, and the heavy testicles bloated before her. The girl couldn't had she wanted to, contain herself from one last lust-loving oral caress. She dropped forward, nestling her face to her sister-in-law's sweet-scented loins, starting her fiery tonguing at the tip of her brother's sperm bloated balls, taunting the exposed half-inch of his cock not yet swallowed up into Cindy, then into the hot, fluid open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner lips and tiny erect clitoris into her young mouth with a sweet little slurping sound.
Cindy whined out to the added delight, working her buttocks up and down on her husband's revitalized cock, and as she did this she pressed her wetly glistening pussy, that was now flowered open with the pressure from her wide-spread legs, down against Adrian's passionately devoted mouth.
Almost with a fanaticism, the girl lashed out her tongue around over, up and into the older blonde's spicy tasting cuntal hole, her own desire reaching a feverish peak in her youthful belly and so recently awakened loins!
She reached down to find her own quivering, little clitoris and began stroking it before suddenly remembering! "Goldie, darling," she gasped, elevating, her naked buttocks lewdly upward and spreading her legs wide. "Hurry, Adrian needs you!" she gasped then again buried her searing tongue deep up into Cindy's clasping cunt!
They all sensed the bed when the dog responded, both Ralph and Cindy gaping at the animal's almost pleased face as he mounted the offered white mounds of the naked girl bent slave-like before him. But it was the lustfully incited teenager who thrust her buttocks back high and felt Goldie's hardened, wet animal cock ram and slip between them. Again he floundered, whimpering loudly, until she spread her shapely thighs wider . . . and this time, it didn't miss!
"Unnnnnngh!" the girl winced before the long thick ravager soaring up into her, lancing her wanting cuntal walls apart like a flint-tipped spear!
Oooohh! Her first lover. . . magnificent Goldie! She would always love him, she knew, as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the wet pussy breathing out its heated essence into her flaring nostrils. She heard Cindy begin a series of whimpers and her brother's guttural grunts... heard them in the faint background of her mind, for her animal-lover was fucking deep up into her hungrily welcoming cunt with rapid, battering thrusts that were jabbing at the underside of her soft, tremulous belly! His splendid, big cock was beginning to swell and throb blindingly inside her, growing larger and larger, hotter and hotter, filling her entire, cunt as it burned up into her, driving her closer and closer toward a bursting bubble of ecstasy.
Suddenly, Adrian licked and sucked until Cindy wailed. "I'm cumming! Oh God!"
"Christ! Don't stop, baby!" Ralph bellowed.
"Keep that gorgeous' ass pumping! Fuck it hard, honey. . . I'm going to cummmm withhhhhyouuuuuu!"
"Yesss!!" Adrian yelled out as she came.
Goldie fucked brutally up into her, his huge animal-cock suddenly longer. . . thicker inside her flooding, clasping cunt channel, those magnificent battering lunges never lessening! And then, she felt the dog's stream of hot cum squirting unceasingly up into her! Long jets of scalding cum wet the milking walls of her youthful pussy, filling her belly with a violent force, its steaming heat setting her off until she wailed in loud helplessness.
They lay there for hours, none of them speaking. . . for what was there left to say? It would all be good news from now on, Ralph thought gloatingly. All good news. . . .
