Beastiality

The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first there was
no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the huge bed, but
then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the tangled mass of bedding
and began to grope blindly across the bedside table, knocking over the
alarm clock as numb fingers managed to still the racket. The arm
collapsed back onto the bed and for several more minutes silence
reigned in the room.

Then two big blue eyes blinked open, half hidden by a thick mass of
blonde hair that spilled in a golden cascade over one of the pillows.
Jill Andersen focused foggily as she stared at the clock, shook her
head and focused again.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Bob,” she said, “something must be wrong with the
clock. It went off a half hour early.” Her eyes slowly closed.

“Mmmmm, yeh,” her husband murmured in a sleep-thickened voice. “I set
it that way.” He moved over closer to his wife and slid an arm around
her, cupping one of her firm young breasts in the palm of his hand.
“Gives us time for a little conjugal bliss before I run off to slave at
the salt mines.”

Jill’s big blue eyes flew open again, filled with apprehension this
time. “What?” she said anxiously. “B-but … Bob, we made love just
last night.” The dull throbbing ache up between her thighs wouldn’t let
her forget that.

“Last night was last night,” Bob replied, his voice sounding more awake
now. His hand squeezed her softly resilient breast a little tighter,
and she could feel a slight growing pressure underneath his pajamas
where his loins pressed against her buttocks. A sick feeling shot
through her. Oh, not again. Not so soon, she moaned to herself. God, it
was only hours ago that I forced myself to lie patiently beneath his
sweating body. And now so soon again? It’s just too much to ask!

“Now stop that!” she ordered as his other hand began to slip up
underneath her flimsy nightgown. She tried to wiggle away from his
insistent touch but his arms were too strong.

“Come on, baby,” he said, his hot breath blowing against her sensitive
ear lobe. “It’s a beautiful morning. Let’s start the day out right with
a little loving.”

“No, no,” she said, struggling harder. “I-it’s not right! It’s not even
dark. I-I just can’t do it when it’s light like this. It’s … sick!”

She felt his body stiffen at her last words, and his grip slacken
around her. Sensing his gaze on her, the young wife turned her head
quickly around, and saw that his eyes were cold.

“I think you’re the one that’s sick,” he said in an icy voice. He
rolled away from her and got out of bed. “Maybe you could make my
breakfast, if it won’t make you sick that is.” His back was to her as
he spoke, shoulders rigid in surpressed anger. He went on, talking
almost to himself. “Might as well go to work a little early. Maybe I
can make some points with the boss, even if I can’t make points at
home.”

“Oh, honey, don’t talk like that,” Jill said with tears in her eyes.
“You know I don’t want to hurt you. It’s just that it’s so hard for me
…

“Well it’s not so easy for me either,” he snapped turning towards her
as he spoke. Recoiling inside as she saw the bitterness in his eyes,
the tortured young wife turned away with a sob and buried her face in
the pillow. She heard her husband mumble a few more angry words, and
then the bathroom door slammed behind him.

The sobbing blonde lay facing the wall, wishing the day didn’t have to
start this way. Maybe there was some truth in what her husband said!
Maybe there was something unhealthy in her that kept her from
responding fully to his male advances! But he bore some of the blame
too, she thought defiantly to herself, and her mind automatically went
back to their wedding night.

Jill Anderson had been very carefully, very repressively raised by her
parents. Her mother was a dried up defeated woman, plowed under by her
domineering husband. Jill’s father had spouted bible, sin, and hellfire
to her ever since she could remember. He particularly raged against the
temptations of the flesh and forbade her to go out unchaperoned with
boys. It had been a shock to Jill when one day at the tender age of
eleven she discovered his secret cache of pornographic pictures. The
young girl had stared in horror at the strange positions and lewd
postures portrayed by the people in the photographs, and her confused
mind had tried to match them up with the grunts of male pleasure and
the desperately painful pleadings of her mother that issued from behind
her parents bedroom door night after night.

And then when she was fourteen years old her father had unexpectedly
made her sit on his lap one night. His brutal hands had ranged over her
budding young body, lingering on her already lusty breasts while he had
warned her what God would do to her if she let boys touch her here …
or here … or here … and all this time her mother was in the same
room, watching, her face constantly changing expression as shame for
her daughter battled with hate for her husband.

Jill had blossomed early. When she was sixteen she looked twenty, with
high proud breasts, sleekly swelling hips and long graceful legs. The
amateurish pantings and gropings of her young male classmates had only
intensified her already deeply rooted fear of sex. What a relief it had
been then to meet Bob. It had been her freshman year in college, and
Bob was several years older than her, already a senior. Jill was swept
off her feet by his suave, sophisticated manner, and even more by his
obvious kindness and consideration for her. In particular, he had been
patient and gentle with her right from their first date, never pressing
her sexually, always stopping at the first sign of her resistance.

Soon Jill found herself for the first time in her life kissing a boy
and enjoying it. And as time went on she was amazed at the sensual
little flutters that raced through her body when Bob’s strong hands
caressed her excitedly throbbing breasts, always through her clothes of
course.

And then one night, one warm summer night, she and Bob were lying out
on the grass under a full moon. They both had consumed some champagne
at a party earlier in the evening, and Jill found that her head was
slightly giddy so that somehow the feel of his hands stealing over her
body was especially vivid, almost electric. Her dreamy mind did not
notice when he reached back up under her sweater and released the catch
on her brassiere, or when he slid the sweater up in front of that the
white shimmering mounds of her full naked breasts were presented to his
hungry gaze. Then, almost in a trance of excitement and uncertainty,
she felt fingers up under her skirt, sliding over the smooth material
of her bikini panties. A low moan of half-conscious pleasure broke from
the young virgin’s wetly parted lips as she felt the first delightful
pressure against the sensitive mound up between her legs and her thighs
fell limply, automatically, open to give easier access to the caressing
hands that were sending sharp little darts of wild pleasure through her
fire-washed body. Bob’s patient fingers were at the leg-band of her
panties, worming under the confining elastic as the tip of his
outstretched index finger dipped like a burning knife into the moistly
heated channel up between her legs. Jill moaned with the knowledge that
she wanted that finger deep up inside her hungering young vagina,
wanted to be made love to!

She looked over at Bob, love washing over her like a tidal wave, and
then her heart froze within her as she saw the look of sheer lust that
was twisting his features, making him look almost like her father that
evening when he had forced her to sit in his lap.

The frightened young girl tore herself away from his grasp and quickly
forced her passion tortured mind and body back under control. It hadn’t
mattered to Bob, who just thought of it as virginal shyness, after all,
they were going to be married in a month anyhow, and he could wait. And
Jill buried the episode in her mind, attributing her resistance to
normal modesty. As it was, she loved the handsome student so much that
nothing could have kept her from marrying him.

And then on the day of their wedding night! Jill had spent several
hours with the Minister before the ceremony, listening as the elderly
man told her how beautiful her first night with her husband could be,
how God would be present with them. So when the wedding was over, when
they had finally escaped from the wild reception that Bob’s fraternity
brothers had given for them, when they were finally in the bedroom of
their honeymoon cottage by the lake, Jill had expected heavenly music,
sweet perfumes, tender words, and … the rest her virginal young mind
could only guess at.

How terrifyingly different it was! Bob was drunk! She had never seen
him like this. His fraternity friends had kept pouring alcohol down him
all night and dragging him off into corners where they seemed to be
telling some kind of jokes. In her innocence Jill couldn’t understand
why some of the young men kept snickering and looking over at her as
they talked to her new husband. And then Bob had started looking at
her, too, a strange fire in his eyes.

When she and her husband got to the cabin, Jill went into the bathroom
with her overnight bag and changed into the beautiful sheer nightgown
she’d bought just for the occasion. Then she stepped timidly back into
the bedroom to share the sacrament of their marriage with her husband.

Bob’s drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took in the ravishing
image standing before him. He had never seen Jill naked before, and the
transparent material of her nightgown left nothing to the imagination.
An inarticulate animal sound came from Ws lust-distorted mouth.

“Do-do you like me, darling?” Jill asked hesitantly. Bob’s only answer
had been to lurch drunkenly toward her and crush her fearfully
trembling young body to him; his saliva-covered mouth smashed down
against hers, pressing her lips painfully back against her teeth.

“Be gentle. Oh God, Bob, please be gentle,” Jill pleaded vainly, but
her sex-maddened husband began to tug at the nightgown that stood
between him and his goal, finally succeeding in ripping the beautiful
material from her and ruining it forever. His head dropped to her naked
breasts and his wet ovalled lips closed around the tiny virginal tips
of her nipples. She gasped as his teeth sank in so tightly that blood
seeped on the surface of her unblemished flesh. The frightened
youngster fought against the pain, fought to understand, and then
somehow they were on the bed. Bob struggled from his clothes, and then
for the first time in her young life she saw it! An erect male penis!

It was huge! The virginal bride stared with a horrified fascination at
this enormous thing that she was supposed to take up inside her body.
She saw her husband positioning the obscenely swollen shaft before the
tight little vaginal opening, and she knew it would never fit.

“Oh, please be careful, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me!” she pleaded with
the lust-driven stranger crouched above her trembling form. This wasn’t
how it was supposed to be!

And then with an animal groan, he drove his wildly throbbing cock into
her without preparation, without mercy, aware only of his own drunken
need. The impaled young girl’s shrill scream had knifed out into the
room, but Bob went on ramming his long hard penis further and further
into her with each stroke, oblivious to the agony he was causing his
innocent young wife.

Jill struggled vainly against the pain for several minutes before
discovering that it wasn’t so bad if she just let her muscles relax. A
tremendous awareness of how much this was like what her mother had gone
through came over her and for a time she felt it was her brutal father
rocking over her. She shuddered in horror and revulsion.

Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure began to
radiate out from her plundered young cunt as it became more accustomed
to the alien presence inside. A guilty feeling of lust swept over her,
burning lewd associations into her young mind that would last forever.
An obscene knowledge of her own body started to form along with the
feeling that she was involved in something depraved and sinful and
perverted … and beginning to love it.

No … she was not the person she had thought she was, nor was Bob, for
he was dragging her into evil ways, the evil ways of her parents. And
the terrible thing was that she wanted to shout, to scream for him to
go on with his now-pleasurable ravishment of her body. For she could
feel the possibility of some great final orgasmic goal within her for
which she was ready to trade all her years of careful moral training.

But then Bob roared and his body stiffened and she felt his wildly
jerking penis grow in spasms up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina
and his cum, hot and unendless, shot up into her, filling her belly
with a burning wetness. A compelling lewdness swept through her
hopelessly aroused body, a feeling that she had never known before. At
that moment the young bride felt herself teetering on the edge of an
abyss and knew she would—at this minute gladly abandon all her
training and fall wanton and lewd into a deep valley of sensuality and
never return if only he would take her over the peak and make her cum.
She felt her body alive and tingling with this unholy electricity
causing her hips to grind in an alien animal way as she reached for
something … that vague promise of release!

It was then that Bob grunted and his body relaxed, and all of his
sodden alcoholic weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling breasts
… and he passed out.

It was quite a struggle to get him off her, but he finally rolled over
and began snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride was left lying
naked on the bed, a horrible guilt combined with shame and anger
sweeping over her. She was humiliated! In a moment of sensual weakness
she had offered up all of her cherished beliefs to her husband to do
with as he would, and he had used her as a faceless receptacle for his
lust. Never again, she promised herself! Never again would she let her
treacherous body trick her into hungering after the goals of lust!

And she had kept her word to herself, dutifully letting Bob make love
to her when he demanded it, but permitting herself very little
satisfaction from the despised act. Bob had been confused at first by
her unresponsiveness and then later angered. He could remember almost
nothing of their wedding night, and Jill had never been able to force
herself to speak about it. The young husband became more and more
frustrated and lately had been trying to force her into degrading acts,
things she knew were wrong and sinful. It had been that way last night,
and she was afraid it might be that way again. He had been becoming
more and more violent and rough in his lovemaking, and she was a little
frightened of him, which was one extra reason she didn’t want him to
make love to her this morning.

Suddenly she was jerked from her revery by the sound of the bathroom
door opening. She quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. From under
her eyelashes she could see Bob walking towards the bed and with a stab
of panic realized he was completely naked, his face clouded by anger!
Oh please God, no … she breathed silently, and then sharply drew in
her breath as she felt Bob roughly pull back the blankets, uncovering
her body.

“Bob …” she began, pretending to be only half awake. She fought to
control her mounting fear. Then the frightened young wife shrank back
instinctively as her husband’s hands began to roughly roam over her
quivering body, pulling up the edges of her nightgown to reveal her
panty-clad hips.

“No, Bob, no …” she began piteously, desperately trying to squirm
away.

“Shut up and be still,” Bob snarled angrily, and something in his tone
made her heart freeze. She had never seen her husband in quite this
state before and didn’t know what he might be capable of.

The frustrated young man pulled her nightgown completely up and over
her head and threw it angrily into a corner. He began struggling with
the hooks of the brassiere she insisted on wearing to bed, and finally
succeeded in pulling it away from her soft white breasts. Then, shoving
his hands under the tight elastic waistband of his wife’s panties he
rolled them down over the ripe curves of her hips until she was
completely naked, her satiny flesh shining lustrously in the soft
morning light. Jill lay perfectly still on the bed, hardly daring to
breathe, afraid of making him angrier than he already was.

And to her surprise he was gentle.

Bob hovered over her a second, his breath catching in his throat as he
was his wife lying naked beneath him in the full light of day. He had
almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and his excited gaze moved
passionately over her lushly ripened body, drinking in the way the
delicately shaded hollows contrasted with the long alabaster curves of
her thighs, lingering over the delicate molded hips and richly swelling
breasts.

The lustful young husband’s hands began to follow his eyes and traded
hotly down his wife’s frightened body, his fingers sliding slowly along
her gently quivering thighs and easing tenderly back and forth in the
soft crevice between. His hands pressed upwards, traveling cautiously,
tracing a slowly narrowing circle over the ivory flesh until with a
sudden electric contact they brushed against the first softly curling
hairs of her vaginal mound.

Jill winced, her long silky legs stirring slightly from the unwanted
stimulus of his touch. Her arms stiffened in resistance but her pelvis
tilted upwards independently in unconscious reaction to his probing
hand. With an effort the young wife willed her loins to retreat and her
naked buttocks sank back down into the mattress in an effort to escape
his advances.

Bob withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage prematurely.
His strong hands slid around and under her softly warm hips, cupping
her satiny buttocks and caressing them until they began to flex
involuntarily in a slow circular motion.

Jill could hardly believe her own reactions. It felt … it felt …
good! She felt her breath catch in her throat and her mind short
circuited under the maddening caress of her husband’s fingers. She just
had to accept the ecstasy of his touch. Once more his hands slid
upwards and moved with a sudden directness to her softly curling pubic
hair, his warm palm pressing flat against the moistly throbbing hill of
her vaginal mound, his strong pulse merging with the rhythmic beat of
her throbbing organs. This time there was no resistance and Bob gently
pressed his outstretched middle finger up between the sensitive cuntal
lips, sending a spasmodic wave of joy through the young blonde’s love-
starved body lying beneath him.

“Oooooohhhh … ooooohhhhh …” Jill crooned, hardly able to believe it
was her own voice that was gasping out this unconscious cry of
pleasure.

Bob began to move his middle finger in a circular motion inside the
wetly gleaming furrow of her pussy in ever widening sweeps, spreading
the moist tendrils of her pubic hair and stroking the pulsing lips of
her blood-swollen cunt. Working upwards, his fingers finally came into
contact with her erect little clitoris.

“Oh God! Aaaahhhhh …!” Jill moaned, her mouth falling open. Her long
legs bucked up from the surprising thrill of his touch as he teased his
finger over the vitally sensitive knob, driving bolts of pleasure
through his wife’s twitching body. It was incredible! Bob could feel
the hot center of her loins flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck
her. His eyes stared at the enticing pinkness of her openly receptive
pussy, fascinated by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy
collar around the faintly contracting petal-shaped vaginal hole. The
sight of the pink folds drove him wild with passion.

Some rational part of his brain kept warning the young man to control
himself. He had not won his prize yet, and his hope for conquest was
still teetering on the edge of the full acceptance he had so long
desired. But that last spark of reason was suddenly drowned in a flood
of ungovernable lust as he looked down at the mouth-watering feast
spread open below him. With an inarticulate cry of passion Bob bent
impulsively forward and buried his head between his wife’s widespread
thighs, shooting his tongue snake-like into her warm moist depths.

“Aaaaahhhhh! Oooooooh!” Jill cried as she felt the first searing
contact of Bob’s long wet tongue against her helplessly open vagina.
She looked down in horrified disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her
husband’s dark head rammed grotesquely between her up-drawn thighs. A
spasm of revulsion shot through her and she desperately tried to squirm
free, but his fingers held her tightly, pressing painfully into her
flesh, holding the unprotected plane of her fearfully cringing vagina
wide open to Ws disgusting attack.

“Nooooo … oh God, noooo … it’s wrong, it’s wrong …!” she sobbed
as he stabbed his heavy tongue once more into her defenseless vagina.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Why did he have to turn it into this? Why did he have
to spoil it all again? she thought wildly to herself as she struggled
to get free. Finally Jill managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and
yank his obscenely dripping face up from between her cringing thighs.
For just that one moment his iron grip on her loosened and she twisted
free and rolled heavily to the floor. The outraged young blonde was on
her feet in an instant, looking down at her confused husband.

“You … you filthy animal!” she screamed. “How could you? How could
you turn it into that?” Then she saw the anger beginning to build in
his eyes and she ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

“You fucking iceberg,” Bob shouted after her. “You’ll never learn what
it’s all about. Too bad you can’t take lessons. Hell, I’d even pay for
them.” He was silent after that and a few minutes later Jill heard the
front door slam and knew she was now alone in the house. Her chin
quivered for a moment and then she began sobbing uncontrollably.

It was a long time before the shattered young wife got herself under
control. Plan after desperate plan was born in her mind only to die
again. She didn’t know what she and Bob were going to do about this
horrible problem between them but she did know one thing: she loved him
and would do almost anything to stay with him, “anything” that is
except become an animal. No … she wouldn’t leave him, not ever. But
would he stay with her? Right at that moment she would have gladly
shared him with half the women in the world if she could just keep one
little bit for herself.

The heart-broken young bride wandered disconsolately around the bedroom
before finally realizing she didn’t have any clothes on. Going to the
dresser she took out her white shorts and halter and mechanically put
them on. She would go out and work in the yard, she thought to herself.
It always made her feel better when she was in the garden, and tonight
when Bob came home she would have his favorite meal all prepared for
him. But deep in her heart she knew that would not be enough. It would
take a lot more than a good dinner to heal the widening breach between
her and her beloved husband.

Chapter 2

“Goddamn!” the big burly man said excitedly, “would you look at that
tight little ass!” He let the curtain fall back across his front window
and turned to the young woman sprawled on a couch on the other side of
the room. “I’m gonna have that, I’m gonna fuck that or my name ain’t
Bill Reagan.” He licked his lips and the parted the curtains slightly
again to continue his observation of Jill Andersen as she puttered
around in her garden, across the street.

“How about Rumplestiltskin?” the girl asked suddenly.

“Huh,” Reagan said absentmindedly as he kept his eyes glued to Jill’s
lush figure. “Whadda you talking about anyhow?”

“Well you’re going to need a new name, because you’re just not going to
make it into little miss chastity across the street, so how about
Rumplestiltskin?”

Reagan turned from the window, a scowl twisting his heavy features.
“That’s about enough out of you. When I want comedy I’ll turn on the
T.V.” His eyes went back to the window.

“Keeee-rist, she’s bending over! It oughta be against the law to wear
shorts like that in public. I think I’m gonna cum in my pants.”

“That’s as good a place as any,” the young woman said, ’cause you’re
not going to cum in her. I don’t think even her husband has that honor.
I talked to him a couple of times, and he’s about the horniest bastard
I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re pushing your luck with your big mouth,” Reagan said over his
shoulder, unable to tear his eyes away from the window. “Did you ever
see any broad old Bill Reagan couldn’t have when he had his mind made
up?”

“No, I guess I haven’t,” she answered, then giving a little shudder,
she murmured to herself, “God help them.”

Reagan turned back from the window, his face thoughtful. He was a big
man, about fifty years old with grizzly hair and a heavy build. His
face wasn’t ugly but there was a certain coarse hardness about it that
made others not want to look at him too long. He looked down at the
girl he’d been speaking too. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight
years old with long black hair. There was a dark smoldering beauty
about her that was most noticeable when she moved, every motion seeing
to signal some secret sensual invitation. Her eyes were curious; dark,
lustrous, but somehow dull, as if she were masking her spirit behind a
cloudy curtain. She was not alone, but was gently stroking the powerful
head of a huge German shepherd sitting next to her.

“You say you’ve met her husband?” Reagan said thoughtfully. Then, not
waiting for an answer, “And you say he’s horny …” The big man paused.
“I think I know how I’m going to get into his luscious little wife.
He’s going to help me and he doesn’t even know it.”

“Sure, sure, give him five bucks, and he’ll slip you the key to his
front door,” the girl said sarcastically.

“You’re the key to his front door,” Reagan said, pointing his thick
forefinger at her. “You’re gonna lead him down the garden path.”

“Hey, now wait a minute,” the girl said heatedly. “How did I get
involved in this. Can’t you go out and get your own ass?”

“Shut up and listen. You’re gonna get him to fuck you, and then we’re
gonna use that to pressure the little lady. And don’t give me any of
your lip, Mae,” he said threateningly as the girl started to open her
mouth. But she couldn’t resist needling the bully standing over her.

“Oh, all right, all right. Just promise me I won’t have to fuck you for
a month. Hell, maybe I’ll even like it. He’s pretty good-looking.”
She tried to dodge as Reagan stepped forward, but his heavy palm
crashed against her face. The dazed girl stood awkwardly a moment, her
hand moving slowly up to her reddened cheek.

“You didn’t have to do that Uncle Bill. It’s just that I don’t care
very much for men, you know that.”

Bill Reagan looked down at his niece, satisfied that she had learned
her lesson. Damn, she was a beautiful piece, he thought to himself.
What a bit of luck when his sister had died. He’d griped at first when
he’d had to take in the homeless orphan. She was a skinny kid then, but
had soon started to bloom. He’d broken her in right. What a fight it
had been those first few times. He’d had to be pretty rough, but he’d
trained her just like he liked them. She’d turned out a little strange
though, hard and cynical … and then there was her thing with the dog
… and that gave him an idea.

“Tell you what, Mae,” he said in a somewhat conciliatory tone. “You
play ball with me in this and I’ll give you a little reward. You can
have Hector for an hour.”

The girl’s eyes suddenly became very alert.

“When?” she asked sharply.

“Why, right now, and maybe again after you’ve done what I asked you.”
Then he saw the changes start to come over her face. It always amazed
him that she could get so worked up over such a thing, but he had to
admit, just watching her and the dog got him worked up too, and he
always insisted on watching. She was a weirdo all right. Would you
believe it? The only thing that really turned her on was fucking his
dog, Hector!

Reagan had owned the dog for several years. For his own amusement he
had trained the animal to have a sexual preference for human females.
Of course, he had used Mae in the training, along with a couple of
prostitutes. She had rebelled at first, and he’d had to use a little
force. But once she had gotten into it she was really hooked, always
following the dog around with her eyes, and he knew damned well she’d
have Hector fucking her all day long if he let her. But Reagan rationed
the big animal out carefully so that he could keep his hold over his
niece, knowing she would do anything for a chance to have that long
animal cock in her!

He laughed at the hungry look in Mae’s eyes. She wouldn’t dare move
towards the dog until he gave his permission.

“Yeh, baby, right now, right here in front of old Uncle Bill,” Reagan
laughed knowing she hated to have him watching when the dog fucked her.
But that was the only way he ever let her do it. He decided to have a
little more fun with her.

“On the other hand,” he said in mock seriousness, “maybe we should wait
until after you’ve had a crack at the young stud across the street. We
wouldn’t want you to get all worn out now and disappointed …” A look
of dismay came over Mae’s face and she broke in.

“Oh, no, no, I won’t disappoint him, I promise. I can fuck all the
time, Uncle Bill, I swear.” There was a look of desperate pleading in
the girl’s passion-hungry eyes.

“What?” he thundered back. “That’s not what you tell me when I want a
little. You’re always too tired or too busy. You wouldn’t want me to
think you’d prefer someone else, would you?”

For a second the pleading girl’s face flushed with rage. God, how she
hated this pig, she thought to herself. For years he’d tortured her,
humiliated her, lowered her to the status of a slave. If only she could
get away from him. But he’d warned her what would happen if she ever
tried to leave him, promising to follow her to the ends of the earth if
necessary, promising she’d wish she were dead before he finished with
her. And there was the dog, too. She knew she could never leave Hector,
and he was Bill Reagan’s dog, fiercely loyal to him. The lovely dark-
haired girl gritted her teeth and begged again just as she knew he
wanted her to. The only thing that would be able to still this special
burning hunger up between her legs was that marvelous tapered penis of
her animal lover and she must have it at any cost.

“Oh, please let Hector fuck me! For God’s sake, please!”

“Ya really want it bad, don’cha baby,” Reagan sneered down at her now-
kneeling form. “But how ya goin’ to do any fucking with your clothes
on. You get naked and I’ll decide whether your goin’ to get any or
not.”

Reagan began to laugh in delight as the beautiful woman before him tore
frantically at her clothes. Damn, this thing she had about the dog was
stronger than any dope addict’s habit. He watched in undisguised
enjoyment as more and more of her beautiful body came into view.
Christ, she was really built! Mae had her blouse off and was fumbling
behind her with the clasp of her brassiere. It came loose and she flung
the flimsy halter away from her impatiently, allowing her high full
breasts to swing free. Her uncle took in their lush ripeness greedily,
watching as the cooler air in the room caused the tiny nipples to leap
instantly into erect hardness.

Her skirt fell in a loose pile around her ankles and she kicked free of
it, wearing only her little silk bikini panties now. Reagan watched
avidly as her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband and in one smooth
motion pulled the flimsy briefs down to her ankles. When she
straightened up again, she stood before him completely naked,
attempting to hide nothing from his gaze. Her skin was a rich creamy
color, set off by the perfect dark triangle of sparse pussy hair over
her pubic area. With her every movement the sleek muscles of her belly
and thighs rippled sensuously, causing the light to play in ever
changing patterns over her voluptuous body.

Reagan never had been able to hold back a gasp of awe each time he saw
his niece in her nakedness. Damn, she was all any normal man could
want, he thought, but then, he wasn’t really like other men. His
greatest enjoyment was to find proud innocent young women and break
them to his will, and he had broken Mae long ago. Now she was his tool,
his instrument, to help him trap others in his cruel web, the men as
well as the women. Yes, the men too, like that lousy snob across the
street with the pretty blonde wife. Reagan knew that type; young
college graduates that wouldn’t give men like Bill Reagan the time of
day, much less let him get close to his wife. Well he’d show the son of
a bitch. He’d ruin him and for the crowning blow he’d fuck that prudish
little wife of his right in front of his eyes! Reagan had tried to say
hello to that little bitch out in front of the house one day but she
had made some excuse and gone inside, like she was afraid of him. Well
he’d give her something to be afraid of! His thoughts were interrupted
by Mae’s voice.

“Now …? Can I have him now?” she asked desperately.

“Always thinking of yourself, aren’t ya baby? And what do you think
your old Uncle Bill is gonna be doin’ while you’re havin’ your fun,
except standin’ here all lost and lonely.”

“Wh-what do you mean,” Mae asked in confusion.

“I mean you’re gonna have to earn your little dog-fuck in advance.
You’re gonna have to suck my cock.”

A look of revulsion passed over Mae’s beautiful face. She’d sucked a
lot of cocks before and generally liked it. But the thought of being
forced to suck her vile tormentor’s hated penis under these conditions,
being used like a dirty whore before he’d let her have what was so
important to her caused a tight ball of anger to form in her seething
stomach. She thought of refusing, but it was too late now. The near
prospect of the beautiful fucking she might be getting from the German
shepherd in just a few minutes was already lighting an uncontrollable
fire deep up inside her waiting belly.

“I’ll do it,” she rapped out, gritting her teeth.

“That’s really nice of you,” Reagan said with false good humor. “I’m
really a lucky man. How many other uncles have nieces that are so
loving and thoughtful.” Then his voice changed. “Now get over here you
stupid bitch and let’s see how you suck, because if you don’t do a good
job you’re not gonna get no animal nookie.”

With that the big man turned and walked leisurely to a big easy chair
and relaxed back into it.

“Now come on, baby. Give your old uncle some of those sweet lips.” He
grinned and motioned for her to come over then, held up one hand in a
warning gesture as she started to get to her feet.

“Nope,” he ordered, “I want you to walk over here on your knees …
MOVE,” he roared when she hesitated. The humiliated girl dropped to her
knees obediently, her face now an expressionless mask, her hatred
seething impotently inside her. Reagan straightened his legs as she
approached and spread them apart so she could move between them,
sliding down in the chair at the same time so that his buttocks were
resting on the forward edge.

As Mae crawled between his knees the big man tangled his hands in her
lustrous dark hair and pulled her head down, grinding his crotch up
against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already
erect penis beneath the material of his pants. She closed her eyes in
bitter submission, knowing that now she had no choice but to go ahead
without a fight.

“Pull it out for me, baby,” her uncle hissed through leering lips,
twisting her hair in his hands until the trapped girl thought he would
rip it from her head by the roots.

The humiliated niece reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding,
anxious to escape the pain, and fumbled with the zipper on his pants to
release the hidden cock throbbing beneath.

“Hurry up, hurry up,” Reagan shouted cruelly from above when she had
trouble in unzipping his fly. “I’m gonna cum in my pants before you
even get there.”

Finally, after Mae had fumbled for another moment the huge fleshy staff
burst out through the open fly. Reagan took her hand and forced it
around the thick fleshy staff, making her skin it back so that the
lust-swollen head popped out from the thick foreskin a few scant inches
from her hooded eyes. Then his coarse fingers were at her lips prying
them open so that the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly
against her teeth. With a shudder, the nakedly crouching girl stared
down the entire length of his long rigid penis. It was incredibly
large!

The helpless captive hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her
mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by her hated uncle and of the
lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat. But then, he
twisted her hair cruelly again and, as her mouth opened automatically
from the pain, the thick pole of hot flesh rammed forward into the
moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the huge pulsating cock-head
sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny
droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern
between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.

Reagan’s hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his eagerly
throbbing penis sliding in and out of the kneeling young woman’s mouth
with a lewd sucking sound as he guided her head with his meaty hands
wrapped tightly in her hair. He leaned down to watch the puffing of her
cheeks as he pushed his lust-thickened cock between her clasping lips,
his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as he rammed it into her
helplessly trapped face. It was an exciting picture—the subserviently
kneeling girl’s helpless face being held tightly between his two huge
hands while his saliva-glistening penis fucked its way in and out
between her straining red lips causing her to groan in submission
between his legs below. Then he looked up and made a signal with his
head to the huge German shepherd.

“Okay, Hector,” he leered. “Let’s see you climb up on that beautiful
ass and fuck the hell out of her!”

The big dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few minutes. He
had gotten to his feet in excitement as Mae began undressing, the sight
of her beautiful naked body causing the blood to begin rushing through
his veins, in tingling anticipation. He had mounted her many times
before, and he wondered in his animal mind if he would once again have
the chance. But he knew he must wait for a signal. His master had
trained him long ago to remain still, ready and waiting until the order
was finally given, but it was difficult, and his front legs shifted
excitedly, his ears slanting alertly forward as small whining sounds
came from his massive throat.

Hector watched, perplexed, as Mae crawled between his master’s knees,
and the sight of her swelling white buttocks pointed back in his
direction were almost more than the eager animal could stand. He could
see the soft tuft of hair high up between her thighs that masked his
hoped-for goal, and his sharp nose detected the faint odor of musky
feminine excitement coming from those familiar depths.

Finally the signal! The big animal heard his master’s passion-distorted
voice urging him on towards the swelling half-moon buttocks thrust back
towards him in open invitation.

Hector moved forward slowly, not completely understanding what was
happening this time. He moved up behind the laboring girl, his head
extending cautiously as he pushed his nose up between the nakedly
crouching brunette’s firm white thighs. Mae’s entire body shuddered as
she felt the first long-hoped-for wet touch against her waiting
backsides.

Reagan also waited in expectation. The full-length mirror across the
room gave him a perfect view up his niece’s defenseless buttocks and he
watched avidly as his pet approached closer and closer. Mae started to
mumble some encouraging words to the dog around the thick shaft of
Reagan’s cock and for a moment he felt the pressure lessen around its
bloated length.

“Keep sucking bitch,” he growled, “or the dog goes away.” He grinned in
triumph as she obediently went back to her slave-like sucking, looking
lecherously down as his long hardened penis continued to saw
rhythmically in and out of her ovalled mouth. The very sight of it
caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as
though he were sinking the full length of his monstrous rod all the way
down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard
thrust he made until only a little stretch showed white and glistening,
protruding from between her lips.

Reagan looked back up at the mirror just in time to see Hector’s thick
tongue snake out and lick wetly up the wide split crevice between Mae’s
buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly, into the tiny ring of her anus.
The kneeling girl’s body jerked as if from an electric shock as the
beloved tongue dug into her most sensitive flesh. Then Hector began
lapping the narrow pink slit up between her thighs in earnest. He ran
his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tiny sensation-bud of
her clitoris, up the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tightly
puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered
swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly
between the girl’s widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its
way deep into her quivering vaginal opening. Mae’s whole body was
trembling in wanton excitement now, and Reagan could feel her mouth
tightening in spasmodic rhythm around the head of his swollen cock as
she began to put her heart into sucking.

The lust-maddened girl started to moan incoherently, the sounds
bubbling obscenely from where her lips clasped tightly around Reagan’s
long throbbing cock. All the while, the giant dog-tongue continued to
thrust relentlessly up Mae’s moist passageway, and she reached
desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory globes of her
buttocks in order to give the salivating beast full access to her tiny
anal ring.

The tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the giant
animal began to crowd in hard against her. What he wanted was plain,
and the moaning girl obediently raised her naked ass-cheeks even
higher, bending before the panting dog in abject surrender while her
face remained firmly anchored to her Uncle’s huge penis that fucked
relentlessly in and out of her mouth.

Reagan watched spellbound in the mirror as his huge pet mounted Mae’s
passionately offered buttocks and locked his strong forelegs around her
slender waist. Dripping, the glistening long scarlet penis slipped from
the hairy sheath under the animal’s belly, the tapered point slipping
and dancing into the hot wet crevice as Hector trembled and jerked,
trying to bury his gleaming shaft in the kneeling girl’s body.

Sobbing in desperation, Mae shifted her round buttocks, in a crazed
effort to capture the lengthening dog-cock, trying to sheathe the long
scarlet organ in her tightly contracting cunt. The sharp tip missed and
slid up to find a momentary purchase in her anus, then attempted to
enter. But Mae gave a little cry and tensed automatically to evade the
sliding prod. Having tasted success, Hector returned immediately to the
attack and thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along
the entire length of her wetly heated cuntal crevice. The hot scarlet
of the jabbing canine penis contrasted lewdly with the fever-pink of
the girl’s passion-inflamed genitals, as her cuntal lips spread open
under the relentless pressure of the still unhoused dog-cock rubbing so
madly between them.

In final desperation Mae reached back with one hand to grasp the
slippery organ and guide it to the little opening of her moistly
throbbing slit. Sensing victory Hector rammed forward, parting her
pussy lips wider and wider with each forward thrust of his long animal
penis. Reagan watched in awe as the German shepherd humped wildly and
buried his huge red shaft deep up into the squirming girl’s grasping
cuntal passage. The massive organ slithered forward with a rush until
it was sunk to the hilt, the hairy balls swinging below in the open
space created by her widespread thighs.

Mae gave a low moan of relief as Hector began fucking rhythmically into
her. The quivering girl undulated her nakedly kneeling body and moved
her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious
animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was contorted in
rapture, and her large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso,
moving in time to the dog’s skewering cock, a relentless hot poker of
glistening flesh, buried itself deep up into her belly.

Each powerful thrust from the slaving animal behind rammed the girl’s
lewdly writhing body forward onto Reagan’s lust-swollen cock. The
girl’s passion-drugged mind began to wander. Nothing really mattered
but that wonderfully long animal penis fucking up into her burning
pussy, and she wished she could devote all her attention to it. But the
only way she could get rid of her uncle’s hotly pulsating cock in her
mouth was to suck and lick it until he came. The submissively kneeling
girl began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and
around the desire-swollen head and flicking her tongue-tip teasingly
into the tiny open slit at the end of the moist glans. She could feel
his penis throbbing as if it had a life of its own, and she knew it
would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of white hot
cum that would spurt into her mouth and throat in a never-ending
stream. Then she would be free, free to concentrate on the incredible
sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her animal-lover
behind.

Mae’s head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh,
sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until
she killed it. Her uncle twisted and groaned above her, raining
obscenities down at the top of her dark head and watching with delight
the stretched oval of her full young lips straining at Ms penis as
though it were a stick of peppermint candy. The girl worked on and on,
pinned between the two rutting males, the man in front and the big dog
behind, the very helplessness and humiliation of her position beginning
to cause strange masochistic sensations to grow erotically in her
churning belly.

Reagan’s face writhed in pleasurable agony as Mae’s tongue made the
head of his cock jerk and throb like some chained animal wanting to be
free. He watched hypnotized as the flesh of her lips was pulled out
grotesquely on the out-stroke, clinging to the saliva-coated shaft of
his penis as she sucked hungrily, all her concentration now on the task
before her. Looking over his niece’s laboring shoulders, Reagan stared
with obscene delight into the wild animal eyes of his own dog as it
fucked relentlessly into the spasming female body before him. It was
almost as if his wildly pulsating cock in her mouth was somehow
connecting him to the unnatural coupling of his niece and Hector, and
an obscene thrill shot through his mind.

“Suck it baby, suck it,” he hissed, closing his eyes and pretending for
the moment that it was the blonde bitch across the street who was
hunched like this before him. Goddamn, he’d like to have her here,
ramming it deep into her aristocratic little throat. By God, he’d shove
it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her and then pump
his cum down her throat, filling that little belly of hers until she
burst.

Without warning, Reagan’s pelvis began pistoning wildly, each tremor
ramming his long rigid cock deeper and deeper inside Mae’s voraciously
sucking mouth. The gasping girl could feel his lust-thickened hardness
throbbing against her cheeks and tongue, and she knew this was it. He
was going to cum in her mouth! The ultimate humiliation was being
forced on her.

But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end this degradation
and she sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before,
while sharp bolts of forbidden pleasure shot upwards from her animal-
filled cunt.

Her uncle groaned above her, flailing his head and ramming deep into
her throat, while he held her lust-contorted face in the prison of his
heavy hands. Suddenly his cock began to jerk and a second later it
spewed gushes of thick white cum deep into her throat. Mae groaned as
she continued sucking and her Adam’s apple bobbed quickly up and down,
trying to keep pace with the spewing sperm that jetted rhythmically
into the warm confines of her mouth. Clasping her lips in a tight
elastic ring around the ejaculating member, the beautiful young woman
swallowed madly, swirling her tongue around and around the swollen
cock-head. She wanted to suck him dry, to hurt him, to punish him for
the bitter humiliation he had subjected her to. She mistook his groans
of pleasure for pain and spurred herself on to greater effort. It went
on and on and she thought it would never end, until finally the hands
clamped at the sides of her head fell away, and the giant throbbing
cock gave one last spurt and slipped loosely from her mouth.

Mae went completely out of her mind now that she was able to
concentrate on the wild sensations that Hector’s cock was pounding into
her. Looking back over her shoulder at the hunching animal, the wildly
excited young beauty called back lewd exhortations.

“Oh God, fuck harder, faster! Come on darling, fuck your Mae … cum in
me… I want you to fill me with your animal cum …!”

The obscenely swaying girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of
sweating lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjected. She was
reveling in being screwed by tills panting beast, even if it was in
front of her hated uncle, and she ground her body back against his
hairy jerking loins like another animal.

Reagan continued watching the salacious spectacle in fascination, his
thick depleted cock lying limply on his thigh. Tiny rivulets of
moisture were building in the crevice of the girl’s nakedly rotating
buttocks and they glistened in the light as they ran slowly down the
backs of her straining thighs.

Suddenly the unmistakable signal of sensual fulfillment sprayed through
Mae’s seething loins like the prickling of a million needles, gnawing
at the base of her belly with the lewd promise of frenzied orgasmic
rapture. The sex-maddened girl moaned helplessly as she neared the
jagged edges of her mounting climax and rammed back even harder into
the long wet cock that slithered mercilessly into the grateful little
hole up between her bucking thighs.

Abruptly the passion-stunned girl raised her head to wail out a
guttural animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed eyes grew
large and unseeing.

“Ooooohhh … oooohhhh … God, lover… I can’t stand it! I’m going
mad! Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your beautiful cock!”

Then her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh as the first
wild spasm of her orgasm struck, and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly
convulsing loins back against the raging dog-cock in a desperate lunge.
Hector responded with a forward stab just as his huge hardened cock
began to jerk up inside her convulsing young belly and spew its hotly
foaming animal sperm in liquid jets deep up into her contracting cunt.

Again, the sex-maddened girl screamed out, her tautened buttocks
reacting convulsively to the lewd animal explosion filling her raging
belly and loins. Her head was flailing wildly in her final bliss and
her black hair whipped from side to side in a smoky cloud. A lewd
combination of human-animal liquid passion trickled warmly from the
nakedly kneeling girl’s still sucking cuntal mouth and dripped in white
pools onto the floor below. Then the exhausted girl groaned softly and
collapsed forward onto the carpet, Hector’s softening penis slipping
loosely from her flooded cunt with a lewd wet sound.

The big dog stood above her for a moment and then his massive head
lowered and he began obscenely licking the remnants of cum from the
girl’s twitching young buttocks.

All was quiet for a moment except for Mae’s exhausted panting and then
the sound of clapping filled the room. Mae wearily raised her head and
saw that her uncle was applauding.

“What a show! You two should be fucking up on the stage,” he jeered.
Mae turned her head away, not able to look at her lewd tormentor. But
Reagan got to his feet, buttoning his pants and went over to her
prostrate body.

“Okay, on your feet,” he said and reaching down he seized her by one
arm and pulled her roughly erect.

“One down and one to go,” he said. “Or have you forgotten our little
deal. In exchange for fucking Hector you have to go out and lay Mr.
High-and-Mighty from across the street. Now come on, you haven’t got
all day. I know that he usually stops at that little cocktail lounge
over on Grand Avenue on his way home from work. You’re gonna be there
and you’re gonna score, is that understood?”

Nodding numbly, the girl bent to pick up her scattered clothing. She
headed for the door into the hall, Reagan’s last taunting works
floating after her.

“And take a shower! You stink like a bitch in heat.

Chapter 3

“For heavens sake, go on home, Bob,” Mr. Aubrey said affectionately.
“Everyone else left an hour ago.”

“In just a few minutes, sir,” Bob answered. He looked up and smiled. “I
wanted to finish the Davis account. It’s due tomorrow.” That should
sound good to the old boy, he thought.

Mr. Aubrey came over and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I really appreciate that kind of thinking, Bob,” the older man said.
“You know, it’s hard to find young men today who have the sense of duty
and hard work that you do.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Aubrey,” Bob said, managing to manufacture a
modest blush. “But this company has been good to me and the least I can
do is to get my work in on time.”

“The company is only good to you because you earn it, my boy,” Mr.
Aubrey replied. Then his voice became a little more confidential.

“And I can promise you that if you keep up this level of work it will
be made well worth your while. My partner and I are getting along in
years and we’re going to need bright young men to carry on for us.”

Bob smiled gratefully and turned back to the papers spread out on his
desk. He made the last few necessary entries and then began filing the
documents back in their folder. When would the old bastard come right
out and say something about the vice presidency, he thought to himself?
Sometimes he wondered if the old fox wasn’t cleverer than he looked and
was just stringing them all along, all the bright young men in the
office who were working so hard to knife one another in the back.

But no, the opening for the vice-presidency was real. Someone was going
to get it and it might as well be him. Not that he didn’t have
competition. That damn Tom Brewer, for instance, the conniving bastard.
He was always buttering up old Aubrey and once he had even taken credit
for some of Bob’s work. And he sure had some help from that bitchy
little wife of his. Bob ground his teeth as he remembered how she had
played up to Aubrey at the company party, her big tits practically
failing out of her low-cut dress. The old bastard hadn’t been able to
take his eyes off her fucking knobs all night, what with the way she
kept pushing up against him and simpering. Bob wouldn’t be surprised if
the little whore would let the old boy fuck her, hell, maybe she
already had! A bolt of alarm shot through him at the thought. That
would give Tom Brewer a real head start at the vice-presidency.

Damn, why couldn’t his own wife, Jill be a little more helpful? But no,
she always had to be her pure, superior, frigid self. She’d really
blown it at the party. It had been clear from the start that his
lecherous employer really had it on for Jill but she had been cold and
remote. Strange thing about the old boy though—horny old bastard that
he was—he demanded faultless behavior from his employees. He was
always talking about the loose Godless morals of the younger
generation, and he’d fired one of the most promising members of his
staff on the strength of a rumor that he was about to be named co-
respondent in a divorce case. Only a rumor!

“What’s the matter, Bob, something bothering you?”

The resentful young men jerked out of his revery to realize that he had
been scowling as he was thinking and he quickly put a smile back on his
face.

“No, sir, just going over the account in my mind to make sure I didn’t
miss anything.” What you had to do to make a living these days.

“Well, let’s close it up then,” Mr. Aubrey said with satisfaction. “Why
don’t you let me give you a lift home?”

“Why thank you very much, sir,” Bob said, really flattered. It wasn’t
often the old boy made such an offer. Maybe his stock was riding a
little higher than he had thought. Bob managed to keep up an amiable
conversation with his boss all the way down to the executive parking
area in the basement of the building, doing his best to think up
replies to the old goat’s rambling inanities. Yes, he really wasn’t
doing so bad for a young man of twenty-six. Just four years out of
college and already in line for a vice-presidency at one of the most
prestigious firms in town.

The ambitious young man continued feeding his dreams as he relaxed back
against the luxurious cushions in Mr. Aubrey’s huge Continental. He
could already imagine himself with a car like this. It wasn’t all idle
dreaming either. Mr. Aubrey liked to see his executives looking
prosperous and he paid them enough so that they could afford it. “Looks
good to the customers,” he had said one day and he was right. Some of
the richest people in the city let Aubrey Investments handle their
financial matters, and they felt reassured by the obvious air of
prosperity about the place.

“How’s the little lady?” Mr. Aubrey abruptly asked as he guided the big
car through the afternoon traffic.

“Why, uh, fine sir,” Bob answered, not knowing what his employer might
be leading up to.

“There’s nothing quite as important to a young man on his way up as a
loyal intelligent wife,” Aubrey said. “You know, Bob,” he added, “I
haven’t had much of a chance to get to know your wife.”

There it was, Bob thought. The old boy was fishing for an invitation.
What for? he wondered.
Was it out of lechery, or was he serious about wanting to make sure
that Bob had a woman who could give him moral support in the vice-
presidency? There was no choice but to play along with him and invite
him to the house. But not now, for God’s sake. Not after that mess this
morning. He knew how long it took Jill to get over things like that and
he was worried she could not help but make a bad impression on his boss
tonight. No, he wanted a chance to prepare her first, tell her what to
do and say to the old bastard.

“That’s really a shame, Mr. Aubrey,” he said. “Jill talks about you all
the time. I guess you made quite an impression on her at the company
party. Do you think you would be free some night to come over for
dinner?”

“Why I’d love to my boy. It’s really a treat to eat out after you’ve
been married as long as I have. One gets a little tired of the same old
meals at home day after day.” Bob found himself thinking that meals
probably weren’t the only thing at home Mr. Aubrey was tired of. He’d
met that old cow of a wife of his and he wondered how Aubrey could
climb into bed with her, not that he was any prize himself. It wasn’t
hard to understand why the old boy chased around after his employees’
wives and Bob figured he’d do the same thing himself if he were in
Aubrey’s position. If Jill would only cooperate, up to a point of
course. Bob didn’t know what he’d do if the old goat really tried to
seduce Jill. She’d just have to learn how to string him along.

“Well, let’s see, Mr. Aubrey. How about next week, say Tuesday. Would
that be all right with you?”

“Why certainly, my boy. But maybe we’d better drop in on your little
lady and make sure it’s all right with her.”

“I’m afraid she’s over at her mother’s this afternoon,” Bob said,
thinking fast. “I’ll ask her when she gets back tonight and let you
know first thing in the morning.” He could see that the older man was
disappointed, but that was better than having him come in right now and
seeing the tension between him and Jill.

They were driving through the suburbs now and Bob decided it would be
better to keep Mr. Aubrey completely away from the house this evening,
and besides, he needed a drink.

“Do you think you could drop me off at the shopping center,” he asked.
“I have a few errands to run and it’s only a couple of blocks from
there.”

Bob was relieved when he was finally out of the car and watching Mr.
Aubrey drive away. Hell, he really did need a drink. There was a small
cocktail lounge nestled back in a comer of the huge shopping center,
and Bob generally stopped there on the way home to get his nerves under
control after a day’s civil war at the office.

“Hi, Mr. Andersen,” the bartender said as the young regular walked
through the door into the softly lit bar.

“Hi, Harry, make it the usual. No, make it a double.”

“Hard day, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bob muttered, not wanting to go into details. It had been a
hard day right from the beginning. His mind went back to that fiasco
this morning with Jill. Christ, when was she going to grow up and start
Teaming what it was all about. Who’d had ever thought she’d turn out to
be frigid? Hell, the way she had responded to their necking before they
were married had led him to expect something else. True, she had never
gone all the way, but he’d figured she was just saving it for her
wedding night. As it was, she didn’t have anything to save. What a
shame, with a body like that, he thought, and his cock jerked a little
in his pants at the memory of her nude perfection this morning. He’d
almost made it, almost got her to respond. A sensible man would have
tried her out before they got married, but what the hell, he really
couldn’t help himself. He had to admit it, he loved the girl and there
was no other way about it. There was nothing to do but keep trying, and
hoping that things would get better, but God, he was horny! And it
wouldn’t help when he told his prissy wife she was going to have to
play up to old Aubrey. She just didn’t seem to understand the realities
of modern day life.

“Hi, neighbor,” a throaty voice purred next to his ear.

Bob turned in surprise and saw that a beautiful young woman had sat
down on the empty stool next to him.

“Neighbor …?” he said slowly, and then he placed her. Sure it was
that girl who lived across the street with that weird old guy who had
the dog. Some kind of relative.

“Yeah—neighbors,” he said. “but I’m afraid I don’t remember your …”

“Mae,” she said again in that throaty voice, “just call me Mae.”

Damn, she was really easy to look at, he thought to himself, and
wondered why he had paid so little attention to her before. He faintly
remembered having spoken to her in front of his house one day although
she had seemed different then, kind of vague and withdrawn. But now,
some kind of smoky sensuality seemed to emanate from her. She was
wearing a simple black sheath dress, cut low in the front, drawing his
attention to the way her firmly ripened breasts jutted forward in a
high taut curve … and the way her lustrous black hair fell over one
side of her face, setting off her darkly inviting eyes. She sure was a
contrast to his blonde wife, he thought, and the novelty made her seem
even more attractive.

“You come in here often?” he asked, looking for conversation.

“Only when I’m lonely,” she answered, and he was silent for a moment,
not knowing how to take that.

“Another double, Harry,” he said, then turned to the girl. “Something
for you?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” she said and let her eyes play
boldly over his face. Bob began to get a little nervous under her gaze
and downed half his drink as soon as Harry brought it. The liquor made
him feel better.

“How long you been living across the street?” he asked.

“Oh, years and years. Ever since my mother died and Uncle Bill took me
in.” So, Bob thought, it was her uncle.

“Strange we never got to know one another, living across the street,”
Bob said, the liquor making him bolder.

“I guess we haven’t been lucky,” she purred … until now.” She leaned
towards him and the top of her dress fell open a little giving him an
unimpeded view of her magnificent cleavage. Christ, was he imagining it
or was the girl propositioning him? Perhaps he’d better just find out.

“Maybe we’ll get to know one another better, a lot better, and soon.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said in a half-dreamy voice, her eyes
staring moodily at the bar top. She reached over and drew the nail of
one finger in an aimless pattern across the back of Bob’s hand. The
reaction of his body to this simple gesture was amazing. He could feel
a thousand tiny tingles spreading over his skin at her touch and an
ominous hardness began to form inside his pants. Mae looked around her
suddenly.

“I don’t like bars,” she said. “They’re too dark and too … crowded.
Why don’t we go over to my place for a quiet drink … and listen to
some records.”

“But won’t your uncle mind if we crash in on him?”

“He’s out of town for a couple of days,” she lied, looking straight at
him with those huge smoky eyes. Bob had a feeling that he should steady
himself, that he could fall into those mysterious depths and never come
up again. Damn, here it was, an open proposition. What was he going to
do? His natural physical reaction was to go with this beautiful
stranger and to count himself lucky. Things like this didn’t happen to
a man every day, at least not to him. On the other hand he was a
married man, but that immediately brought back to him the humiliating
events of this morning, and he found himself getting angry again at the
thought of his wife. What the hell, it would serve her right, and he
could always change his mind if he thought the situation was getting
out of hand. All he would have to do is just go out the front door of
this mysterious creature’s house and cross the street to his own home.
If he could force himself, that is.

“All of a sudden I don’t like bars either,” he said. He stood up
abruptly, hoping his partial erection didn’t show and put a five dollar
bill on the bar.

“Keep the change, Harry,” he said. For some reason he wanted to seem
more reckless than he really was. Mae stood up too and preceded him out
the door without a word, not noticing that Bob turned as he followed
her and threw a conspiratorial wink at the amazed Harry.

As soon as they were outside, Bob started to head for the street he
lived on, but Mae took him by the arm and led him into a side street.

“Let’s go the back way,” she said. “It’s a lot shorter, and more
private.” The confused young husband almost sighed in his relief. It
would have been touchy to walk openly right past his own house and go
into another with this seductively sexy woman. Mae had thrown a light
wrap around her bare shoulders as they left the bar, but nothing could
disguise the wonderfully sinuous motion of her provocative young body
as she walked. Bob couldn’t take his eyes from her hips as they gently
swayed before him. There was something special, strange almost, about
this lovely woman.

They walked down the alley behind her house, and a couple of minutes
later the anxious young man found himself in an ordinary suburban
kitchen. He followed Mae into a well-furnished living room and took the
seat she offered him. There was a large bar in one corner of the room
with row on row of bottles.

“Want a drink?” she asked.

“Sure, my usual I suppose. Scotch on the rocks.”

“Oh come on,” she said with a sultry laugh that sent chills up and down
Bob’s spine. “Let’s be a little different today.” She reached up and
pulled down a strangely shaped bottle filled with a thick green liquid.
“This is a very special Pernod,” she said, “made with absinthe. It’s
outlawed now but I like it.”

Without waiting for an answer from Bob she poured two glasses full of
the liquor, then filled them the rest of the way with water. The thick
green color turned to a milky white as the water was added, fascinating
Bob, and he decided he wanted to try it. Mae dropped in a few ice cubes
and handed him his glass.

“Cheers,” she said and drank. Bob followed her lead and took an
experimental sip. It tasted like licorice and went down smoothly. He
drank some more.

“Like it?”

“Fine, but it doesn’t seem all that powerful.”

“Powerful enough,” she said. Then after a short pause, “It’s an
aphrodisiac you know.”

The young husband almost choked on his drink, but Mae kept on talking,
a queer smile playing over her lips.

“It sneaks up and hits you when you least expect it. Never makes you
dull or sleepy like alcohol, just a smooth mellow feeling that stays
with you. And it heightens the senses.”

The nervous young man began to wonder what he was getting into, but he
decided to put up a bold front and quickly drained the rest of his
drink. He held up his glass for more.

“It’s your turn to make the drinks,” Mae said. “Meanwhile I want to get
into something more comfortable.” She put her glass on the bar and
walked towards a wide archway that led into the hall while Bob moved
behind the bar and poured the drinks. He put a little more in his this
time, admitting to himself that it did have a nice soft effect. Already
he was feeling light-headed and a “don’t give a damn” feeling was
spreading over him. In fact, he was feeling a helluva lot better than
he had in a long time. He took a good-sized slug of his drink and
walked out from behind the bar and then his thoughts were cut short by
Mae’s voice coming from the other room.

“Why don’t you put some music on while I change,” she said. The shock
of hearing an unexpected voice made Bob realize in what a far away
place the liquor had already put him. He mumbled an okay and walked
over to the record player. It was near the big archway, and he couldn’t
help but notice a movement down at the end of the hall, and he saw with
a shock that he was looking into a bedroom, the bedroom where Mae was
changing her clothes.

The embarrassed young man looked down quickly and fumblingly put on a
record. Soft. music filled the room. He didn’t want to be a peeping
Tom, but what the hell, she must have known he would be able to see her
from the record player. She must have set it up that way or why
wouldn’t she have closed the door?

Bob quickly took a large drink from his glass, noticing that with each
further sip of the milky white liquid the cares that had been weighing
on him ever since he left home this morning seemed to be slipping
further and further away. A strange confidence that he had never
possessed before seemed to be seeping magically through his blood, so
smoothly that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the
effect. It was as if his senses were wrapped in a soundproof cocoon of
heightened awareness.

He looked up again just in time to see this strange girl he had
followed home drop her simple black dress to the floor. His cock
lurched inside his pants as her voluptuous young body came into view.
She was moving slowly, almost theatrically, as if she knew his eyes
were on her. But even so there were no lewd or obscene movements on her
part. She didn’t need them; the natural sensuality of her lush body was
enough in itself.

As the unintentional voyeur watched breathlessly, Mae turned her back
towards him and bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. The
fully rounded moons of her buttocks came into sight, and he had a
tantalizing view of the narrow nylon strip of her panties slipping
teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks as she stooped. The panties
remained caught between her ass-cheeks as she straightened up to fold
her dress.

The mesmerized young husband watched with bated breath as his beautiful
neighbor walked across the room to a closet, her tautly rounded
buttocks jiggling slightly as she moved. It was a graceful easy walk
that reminded Bob of a leopard he had seen once in a zoo. Yes, there
was a lithe suppleness about this strange girl that dripped sex and
forbidden pleasures. He judged that she must be two or three years
older than himself, but she still had the body of a twenty year old.

One thing was certain; he could not back down now. That would make him
appear to be a gutless coward in front of this fascinating creature.
Still, from somewhere in its back files, his mind fished out the word
“infidelity” and flashed it across his conscience. Yes, this was
infidelity but damn it, it was as much Jill’s fault as his. If she
weren’t so unresponsive to his advances he’d be home right now where he
belonged.

His mind droned on, the subversive white liquid he had been drinking
rationalizing away all the defenses he would normally have. The
straying young husband watched Mae more intently now as she turned back
from the closet dressed only in her brassiere, garter belt, panties,
and high-heeled shoes, the thin veneer of the stockings shining silkily
in the soft light of the room.

It suddenly occurred to him that he’d like to take her like that, with
her stockings and high heels still on. He had never fucked a woman that
way, and though he had sometimes tried playfully to pull Jill down on
the bed when she was undressing, she had always pushed him away in her
best puritanical manner and continued her undressing in the bathroom.
How many times had he seen his own wife naked? Not many! She seemed to
have a thing about it he could not understand.

This woman was different. Her every movement shouted out that she knew
what her sensual young body was for and that she would not hesitate to
use it in bed. There could be no doubt about that!

The nervous young husband pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and
wiped it across his brow to absorb the tiny beads of perspiration that
were beginning to form there from the tenseness of his body. With an
effort, he tore himself away from his watching and moved quickly to the
bat to pour himself another drink, pouring it quickly and drinking it
down before the ice had even cooled it properly. He needed it now; the
painfully throbbing erection in his pants had risen to almost its full
height. The tight restricting material of his shorts hurt, and he
pushed down, allowing his thick eager cock to slip out one leg band
into the greater looseness of his trousers. For the moment, it helped.

“Bob,” he suddenly heard that excitingly throaty voice from the other
room, “Please bring me my drink.”

Behind the bar Bob jumped slightly from the unexpected sound, almost
knocking over his glass. He had been too immersed in his own half-
drugged thoughts to be prepared for the sudden summons.

“Bob,” she repeated again, “Please?”

“Y-Yes,” he stammered back, “Right away.”

“Well hurry, it’s lonely and dry in here.”

The flustered young man flushed as he tried to force his fully erect
cock back into the tightness of his shorts. How could he walk into the
room like this? It was too obvious. After a moment’s struggle he got it
pushed down the best he could, then picked up the two drinks and headed
for the bedroom. No thought of resisting remained in his mind now, only
a little self doubt. Could he handle this woman?

Mae looked up at him as he came into the bedroom and smiled slowly. She
was wearing a light nylon robe now, that came just to the tops of her
thighs. The robe was tied very loosely, and it was obvious that she had
shed the brassiere and panties while he was mixing the drinks. She
still had on the garter belt, sheer silk stockings, and high heeled
shoes. The deep cleavage of her breasts showed without impediment at
the top.

“Mmmmmmmm.” She grinned after sipping from the glass he handed her.
“You’re learning quickly. Just the right amount.”

“I’ve been practicing on myself,” Bob answered, raising his glass
towards her. He suddenly found he wasn’t nervous at all, but felt
instead a growing power and self-confidence that he had never
experienced before. He felt marvelous, as if he had finally found the
true strength within himself, a strength that had been dormant all this
time he had been married to Jill, all this time he had been catering to
her prudish school-girl ideas about making love. He knew that making
love to this woman who stood almost naked before him was going to
change him, and perhaps nothing less would ever satisfy Mm again.

Mae lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at the front of his
trousers. Her smile deepened and two dimples appeared on her cheeks.

“We’re going to like one another,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“I can tell.”

“Very observant,” he said a little self-consciously. “I didn’t think
you’d notice.”

“How could I miss something like that? You’re quite a man.”

She settled herself back on the edge of the big bed, leaning back on
her elbows. The short robe rode up over her full sensuous thighs,
exposing the soft silky down of the pubic mound at the base of her
smooth white belly. She patted the bed beside her, indicating that he
should sit down.

“Well,” she said after he had settled himself. “Tell me something about
yourself. You know, I really know very little about you—or your
wife.”

Bob was taken aback for a moment. What was there to say about himself
or Jill either, for that matter? But before he could answer she said,
“No, it isn’t really important now. We can talk about that later—when
we already know each other in more interesting ways … Do you like the
Pernod?”

“It makes me less inhibited, I will say that,” he kidded, reaching over
with one hand and tracing tiny circles with his nails over the
whiteness of her stomach.

Mae shivered for a moment at this first contact of his fingers against
her soft flesh.

“Mmmm, it makes you a lot braver, too. At first, at the bar, I didn’t
know if you would come home with me. ”

“That was centuries ago,” he smiled over at her, feeling a slight flush
from the liquor. “Shall I get you another drink?”

“There’s some in the cabinet.” She pointed to a corner of the room.
“You’ll find everything you need there, including ice.”

Bob rose, taking her glass from her hand and glanced down at her thinly
bearded vaginal lips clearly visible up between her slightly parted
legs. It did not make him at all uncomfortable to look at her like
this, and a pleased smile crossed over his face as she opened her
thighs a little more. She was clearly excited; the first tiny dewdrops
of moisture were rising between her legs and glistening in the tight
narrow vaginal slit as she exposed herself to him. He hurried with the
drinks, the impatient heat in his own body rising rapidly.

When Bob returned to the side of the bed with the drinks, his
seductress had loosened the front of her robe even more, exposing her
large full breasts and their ruby-ripe nipples.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, staring down at her seductive
nakedness with the drinks still in his hands. He could see that her
eyes were dilated a little from excitement, and it was all he could do
to keep from dropping to his knees in front of her and locking his lips
to her sweet little pussy at this very moment, but he held himself
back, sensing that she needed more. This woman would know what making
love was all about, and she wasn’t the kind one just jumped on top of
and rammed it into without preparing her well. The reward should
definitely be worth the torture of waiting.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said huskily as she reached for the
drink he handed her. “In fact, you’re a very handsome young man.”

“I’m not that young,” he said quickly, “almost as old as you.”

“Have you had many women? Other than your wife I mean?” She asked the
question matter-of-factly as though it were a perfectly normal piece of
conversation.

“Enough,” he said, leaning over her and kissing her lightly on the lips
as if to show he had been doing this kind of thing all his life.

She pushed him away for a moment.

“Here, put my drink on the table or we’ll spill it.”

The aroused young man took both drinks and quickly put them on the
table by the bed, then leaned over her again, pressing his lips tightly
down against hers. She reached up and curled her arms around him to
pull him down on her, and one of his legs jammed tightly between her
open thighs. She was wonderfully supple and soft, and her voluptuous
body was glued against his as though she were part of him. Her thigh
moved up against his groin, scraping against his painful hardness as he
ground his lips hungrily into hers. He could feel the wetness from the
seminal fluid that was seeping from the lust-swollen tip of his excited
penis. It smeared against his leg inside his trousers, and he wondered
if she could feel the dampness through the material.

Her thigh continued massaging against him with a practiced thoroughness
until he thought the head of his cock would explode. It was jerking now
as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure.

Bob thrust his tongue far into her mouth, and she sucked gently on it,
nibbling with sharp little bites of her teeth that sent chills running
the length of his spine. To escape for a moment that overpowering
teasing sensation, the shaken young man pulled his lips away and placed
his cheek against her hair, thinking guiltily for a moment of Jill and
how shocked she would be if she could see him now, stretched over the
almost naked body of their seductive neighbor. Her girlish innocence
wouldn’t believe it; she just didn’t know infidelity existed.

“Is your wife good in bed?” Mae suddenly asked, as if she had been
reading his thoughts.

“She’s too inexperienced,” he answered without wanting to get too far
into the subject.

“I’ll teach you some things you can take home to her,” she promised
softly, breathing heavily into his ear. “Come on, let’s get naked.”

He realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath him, and that her
thighs had parted even more and were pressing impatiently on each side
of his hips.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked, breathing even more
deeply.

“Yes, God, yes, I want to,” he answered, the lewd words exciting him
all the more since they came from her throat.

“Then tell me!”

“I want to fuck you!”

“How?” she groaned beneath him.

“Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked
before.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. “Get
your clothes off before I die.”

The excited Bob rose from the bed and began desperately stripping his
clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over
him as he dropped his trousers and shorts and stood over her as she lay
nakedly back and waiting on the bed, his cock standing out in full
erection in front of him.

She lifted her body slightly and pulled away the flimsy robe she had
been wearing, leaving her with nothing on but her garter belt and hose.
Her black high heeled shoes had fallen to the floor with a double thud
that sounded almost as one, they had come so close together. She looked
up at him standing starkly nude above her, and her eyes riveted on his
long hard penis standing proudly out in the air’. For a long moment she
watched its throbbing blood-filled head and then said:

“It’s beautiful. I want to feel it deep inside me, twisting around deep
in my cunt. Oh God, I want you to fuck me with it!”

The now panting Bob lay down on the bed beside the beautiful naked
woman, dragging her over to him with his strong arms. He moved one hand
down to her smooth rounded buttocks cupping their beautifully shaped
firmness. Her naked young body was warm and soft against his as she
raised her face to him and locked her mouth to his while her hand
searched down between their bodies, groping towards his rock-hard
penis.

Bob could only gasp as her cool fingers closed around his stiffness,
and he pressed his head forward to moistly return her kiss. Her odor
was maddening, a perfume he didn’t recognize, but one that reminded him
of dark jungle glades. The now panting woman crushed the full length of
her velvety body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him.
Then she twisted almost frantically and pulled him over on top of her,
opening her legs wide to take him between them.

A lewdly grinning Bill Reagan sat on the other side of the bedroom
wall, watching through a small opening. He held a camera in one hand
and ,from time to time he raised it to photograph the nakedly writhing
pair on the bed. He knew they could not see him even though he could
make out every detail of everything they did.

Damn, he thought, his little niece really was fantastic in bed!

He felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he studied her passion-distorted
face. She obviously wasn’t faking it, and he wondered why she never
reacted this way to him when he forced her to open her thighs to him.
The watching Reagan had never realized she could screw like this, other
than with the dog. Well, when this young punk had finished with her
today he would try her out himself and see how she came across.

He raised the camera again. He had plans for these pictures. They were
going to help him get into his little blonde neighbor’s pants, the wife
of this bastard who was screwing his niece half to death just in the
other room.

The big man leaned back with the contented thought of Jill’s long slim
legs wrapped lightly around him as he shoved into her. He would fuck
her within an inch of her life. By God, he’d show her what a piece of
tail was, and she’d never forget it as long as she lived.

He could feel his cock hardening at the lewd thought and he turned his
attention back to the two bodies struggling on the big bed before him.
Small beads of sweat began to form on his brow from the excitement he
always felt when he watched other people fucking.

Mae also was amazed at her reactions. She had looked on the seduction
of this young neighbor as an onerous duty forced on her by her hated
uncle, but found to her surprise that she was enjoying it, more than
she ever thought she would be able to with a man. She had been
brutalized sexually ever since she could remember by Reagan, and the
only bright spot of affection in her life had been the dog, Hector. Now
this young man’s patience and gentleness were having their affect, and
her body was responding with a wild enthusiasm, in a way she had only
thought possible with Hector. How different it was from the gut-
wrenching disgust she felt when her brutal uncle forced his perversions
on her.

In mounting excitement Mae crushed Bob to her and ran her hands
searchingly down over his hard young body, eagerly exploring all of
him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the
narrow crevice of her hair-lined vaginal slit. She arched her body for
a moment levering both her and Bob up off the bed with the strength of
her back and, reaching down under her buttocks with both hands, she
pulled her wetly throbbing pussy lips slowly apart, giving his penis
greater contact with her most sensitive flesh. Then she relaxed,
dropping her nakedly quivering body back onto the bed, his rigid member
trapped tightly between her thighs.

This new pressure against his aching cock shot pinwheels of sensation
through the young husband’s reeling mind. He forced his hands
underneath the shoulders of the beautiful woman lying trapped beneath
him and ran them down the soft curves of her spine moving almost
imperceptibly as she undulated her body up against him in a slow
teasing rhythm. Her tautened muscles rippled sinuously just under her
velvety skin, indicating the powerful strength hidden in her lush young
body. The cords in her thighs tensed against his hips, and he wondered
how her legs would feel later when they wrapped around him in passion -
when he had his long thick hardness planted deep up inside her
hungering belly.

“Oh God, you feel nice,” she whispered, and squirmed her smooth flat
belly close up against him. Her nails scratched slowly across his back
leaving small red welts in their wake.

Bob pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping her
soft warm buttocks in the palms of his hands as he pulled her naked
virginal plane up tighter against him. He undulated his body slowly,
sliding his hardened shaft of flesh up and down her widespread slit,
sensing her growing hotter and more aroused with each passing second.
Mae’s hips began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until,
without warning, her legs snaked out wide on either side of his body
and her calves locked tightly against the backs of his thighs, pulling
him closer into her.

“Oh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now,” she moaned into his mouth, her
eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding with a savage
impatience.

The gasping young husband started to move but she beat him to it. Her
hands came down between their merged bodies and circled around his
hotly throbbing cock, guiding it between the hair-lined lips of her
desire-moistened cunt. Bob groaned above her as he felt her scrape his
cock-head up and down in the soft warm flesh up between her legs,
parting her silken vaginal hair with the pulsating blood-filled tip of
his penis. The dark pubic curls grazed teasingly against his penis,
forcing it to an even greater hardness until it ached from the
excruciating pressure.

He couldn’t hold back for another second!

Wildly aroused, Bob flicked his hips forward with a sudden powerful
thrust that drove his thick rigid cock into the hotly gaping mouth of
Mae’s pussy with a flesh-splitting force.

“Ooooohh,” she moaned beneath him, and he felt the warm elastic-like
cuntal sheath slip wetly over his rampant penis. His desire-swollen
cock-head entered her tight little pussy, with a slight pop, as though
she were a virgin being taken for the first time, but he instinctively
sensed that she could control her vaginal muscles and make it this
tight every time. He knew he wasn’t going to let a woman like this get
away for long, and mentally vowed that this would not be the last time
they made love.

His long thick cock pushed up her warmly waiting cunt to the full
depths of her belly. She was almost too tight at first and caused his
rigidly throbbing member to ache, but her hot clasping passage soon
became moist and slippery from her cuntal secretions and he fucked in
and out of her easily.

In his excitement, he rammed forward like a bull and felt his cum-
filled balls slap hard against her upturned ass-cheeks. Mae screamed
below him, a low animal scream of pain and ecstasy, and twisted
momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. Her cry of protest
only excited him more and he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter
into her loins so there was no escape for the helplessly skewered
brunette.

The triumphant young man lay still for a moment to let the pain of his
sudden thrust subside, proud that he could hurt her that way. He had
gained the upper hand because he knew that he had hurt her, and she
could not hurt him back in return. It was the age-old plight of woman,
and would always make her subject to man. Bob reveled for a moment in
the power he possessed over this beautiful woman, impaled nakedly
beneath him, and he flexed the hot pulsing head of his cock a little
deeper, bringing another low moan from between her clenched teeth.

Damn, the bastard’s really fucking her good, Bill Reagan mused from his
vantage point in the other room as he watched the hard fleshy cock of
his young neighbor disappear to the hilt between his niece’s widespread
thighs. He wondered with a half-cruel smile on his lips what the kid
was going to look like when he saw his own wife being fucked within an
inch of her life by someone he hardly knew, namely himself, Bill
Reagan. An obscene thrill rippled through him at the thought of ramming
it into that stuck-up little bitch’s cunt. She was going to get it
good.

In the bedroom the lust-inflamed Bob began fucking his thick fiery cock
like a madman into the voluptuously squirming flesh beneath him. Mae
strained back now, arching her hungry loins up at him in spite of the
pain, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking mattress with
the strength of each of her answering upward thrusts. She moaned
ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs
around his hips as she worked her pussy up and down his long rigid cock
in the chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as mankind. Her mouth
gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress in
wild abandon.

“Oooooooh God, it’s good, it’s good … Shove your finger in my ass!
Make me scream, make me scream!”

Bob obediently reached down between her nakedly thrashing buttocks as
he continued to piston relentlessly in and out of her wetly clasping
cunt. His hand explored the deep crevice between her straining ass-
cheeks, stretching it wide, searching with the tip of his outstretched
middle finger for her tight little anus.

Suddenly he found it!

A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down in the damp crevice
between her buttocks from her cunt above where his long hard shaft was
fucking as mercilessly into her. It had moistened the tightly puckered
hole, lubricating it slightly as he probed experimentally with his
fingertip. He pushed harder, feeling it give a little and then suddenly
the elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up
to the first knuckle. The lewdly impaled girl jumped forward, almost
crawling on her back across the bed to escape the first blinding pain.

“Aaaaaahhhh, God it hurts!”

He thrust again, sinking in to the second knuckle.

“Ooooohhh, yessss, yessssss! … Hurt me, hurt me more!”

In spite of the pain he felt her suddenly begin screwing her
frantically squirming buttocks back on his impaling finger until it was
sunk in to the palm of his hand. He jiggled his finger inside, rotating
it around in her warm buttery rectum. Through the thin wall that
separated her tight young cunt from her anus, he could feel the
underside of his own cock sliding in and out of her vaginal passage and
he began to match that rhythm with his extended finger, skewering her
between the two as she groaned under him. His nail momentarily caught
the tender flesh of her anus and she jerked, but then she recaptured
the rhythm, opening her legs wider over the bed to give him greater
access to the ravishing of her loins.

The excited young man could feel his pulsating cock growing and
expanding inside her wetly clasping pussy until he was sure it would
burst from the inexorable pleasure building in his testicles as they
slapped against her naked trembling buttocks below. The pleasure was
just too incredibly intense and he knew he couldn’t hold back much
longer; she had to cum soon. To excite her even more he rose a bit high
on her so that his long thick penis was scraping her clitoris with
every stroke.

“Oh … oh … oh …” she chanted out, digging her nails into his
sides. Her fingers slid lower and desperately clutched at his nakedly
pumping buttocks in an attempt to pull him ever deeper into her. Her
passion-wracked body twitched and writhed beneath his long smooth
strokes, her face contorted with lust, mouth working, nostrils flared,
soft deep moans coming from her throat. Bob could feel her warmly
quivering cuntal flesh holding him in, sucking and pulling at his hot,
almost bursting cock.

He rammed into her from his very toes and sent the last inch of his
thickness plundering into her wildly clasping pussy, pulling a fresh
ecstatic groan from her lips with each new thrust, making her open her
eyes to stare up at him with a lust-glazed look.

“Aaaaaggghhh … wonderful, wonder … aaaaaaahhhhh …” she gasped and
raised her smooth rounded buttocks up off the bed to give him more
leverage as he pushed into her with all the strength of his hips and
thighs. His loins moved in and out of her nakedly gyrating pelvis,
aiming at that hot clasping chasm in the center, pistoning in with
strong muscular regularity. Despite the shortness of his own breath,
the thought of being able to hold her under such a spell spurred him
on. He watched her face, glorying in his power to draw different
expressions of passion from it while he moved over her as if she were
some kind of instrument responding to invisible fingers on its
keyboard.

By now Bob’s loins were aflame, consumed with a fiercely burning desire
which swept through him in great hot gusts of passion and pleasure. He
gasped and quivered as he fucked into the writhing body below, reveling
in the feel of her flesh, her beautiful flesh, the supple flesh of this
darkly sensuous woman.

“Ooooohhh … ooooohhhhh, hard … harder … fuck me harder!” Mae
cried out, her desire seemingly insatiable. She begged and pleaded,
gasping as if she had burst her throat. She was nearing her climax, and
her body had become something demonic, her legs spread wide as she
twisted and contorted, urging him on. Bob was amazed at how hot her
body felt and watched in amazement as she whipped her head wildly from
side to side, her mouth open in complete abandonment. She swung her
thighs up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him deeper
and deeper into her convulsing young cunt with each powerful thrust of
his loins.

“Aaaaggghhh … I’m cumming … I’m cumming NOW … NOW … NOW … Yes
… fuck me … ram your hard cock into me … ooooohhh …” her voice
trailed off into a whisper as she jerked for several long moments and
then began to relax from the release of her orgasm.

The intensity of Mae’s orgasm acted like a spur to Bob’s own potential
climax, and he dug his lust-thickened cock deeply into the still-
quivering cunt beneath him, screwing into her twitching young pussy
like a relentless drill, crashing up to her cervix with his long
pulsating penis. Mae continued to gasp and pant beneath him as little
flutters of a second impending orgasm washed over her belly and thighs.
still highly excited, she moved under him passionately.

“It’s so goooood, it’s so goooooood,” she murmured. “Fill me now, fuck
me hard, let me have it. Fill me with it … fill me … fill
meeeeeeeeee!”

She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up against the
powerful lunges of his penis. He thrust savagely, high and hard,
searing up through her passage, resting at the apex of his drive and
holding there for just a second before withdrawing for another thrust
… and another. Knowing now that he was on the verge of cumming, the
triumphant young man made one last mighty stab into her wetly
convulsing vagina and let his white hot seminal fluid surge deep into
her belly.

“Oh Christ … I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming … ooooohhhh …
aaaaaaggghhh!” he moaned. The dark-haired woman groaned beneath him as
she felt the warm seating flood of his hot liquid sperm jetting deep up
into the waiting depths of her love-starved vagina. A delicious warmth
spread through the whole inside of her sperm-hungry belly, a warmth
that rapidly became a billowing ball of flame that made her cum again.
It went on a seeming eternity, but finally he gave one last final groan
and collapsed on her gasping body. With the last of his strength Bob
rolled slowly from the satiated woman beneath, his already shrinking
penis slipping noisily from her semen-soaked vaginal slit. They lay
gasping side by side on the rumpled bed.

Bill Reagan got up silently from his seat on the other side of the
wall, feeling his now fully aroused penis pressing painfully up towards
the belt of his trousers. He had all the pictures he wanted Later he
would enjoy showing them to Mae and taunting her with questions about
how it felt to be fucked by this young stud. But the most important
thing was the power the pictures gave him over this smart aleck kid and
his delectable little wife, Bill Reagan was positive now that he would
soon be fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before in her
life. An evil grin twisted his heavy lips.

Chapter 4

The next morning the weather was very nice, and after Bob had left for
the office Jill decided to do a little work in the garden again. So she
put on her halter and tight white shorts and was soon out in the front
yard, kneeling as she bent forward to loosen the earth around the roots
of her favorite rose bushes.

The young blonde housewife let her mind drift lazily from one subject
to another as she worked and before long she found herself thinking
about Bob, or rather, about her and Bob. He had come home late last
night, muttering something about having to work late at the office. He
would have phoned he had said, but for some reason he couldn’t get
through on the line. And he had been in such a strange mood last night,
so absent-minded and withdrawn. Jill had feared a resumption of the
bitter battle that had started that morning, the usual battle over sex,
but Bob had never once brought it up, and she certainly was happy to
let the whole nasty mess fade away.

Perhaps he had been feeling guilty last night, Jill mused. He certainly
had been unusually solicitous. Usually when they had a fight the proud
young man brooded for a day or two, but even though there hadn’t been
much conversation between them during the evening Bob had been kind and
thoughtful when they did speak.

Well, he should feel guilty, the blonde young housewife thought as she
sunk her fingers into the rich warm earth, savoring the feel of it.
That scene yesterday morning was just too much! It was bad enough that
he had to think up such filthy sexual perversions, but to try to make
her a part of them was inexcusable. His own wife!

Well, her mother had told her over and over again about men’s animal
nature, and mother had been right. They only had one thing on their
minds! Maybe it had been better in the old days when married men could
go out to the houses of prostitution that flourished in every town and
hire women to put up with their sick demands. At least that took some
of the pressure away from their wives. Still … she remembered a
little guiltily how she had begun to respond to Bob yesterday morning
before he had forced his head so lewdly down between her thighs and
rained those perverted kisses on her vagina. She shuddered as an almost
electric tingle rippled through her loins at the memory.

The lovely young woman sat back on her heels, and her face became
thoughtful. She wondered … was she fighting too hard? Certainly it
was commendable to try to live a moral life, but after all, she was a
married woman. She remembered the love-filled pleasure she had
experienced under Bob’s strong young hands before they were married. It
had all seemed so innocent then, and in her mind it an had seemed to
point to some ultimate fulfillment of love and trust that would take
place between her and her husband-to-be when they were finally married.
But the brutish animalistic reality of their wedding night had put an
end to all that … or had it?

Maybe the breach that had opened between her and her husband that night
was healing. Maybe that’s why it had felt so different yesterday
morning as Bob had gently, thoughtfully brought her to a peak of
passionate readiness that she hadn’t even known could exist. The
horrid, lewd, sinful thought had already crept into her mind that when
Bob had put his tongue … there … it had actually felt good. Jill
felt little goose-bumps ripple over her skin as she dared for a moment
to savor the forbidden memory.

Maybe she wasn’t as good as she thought. Maybe all those desires and
passions that Bob called normal were slumbering somewhere deep down
inside her just waiting for a chance to get out. It would certainly
make life a lot easier, the pensive young housewife thought to herself.
That was the only real problem between herself and Bob. Yes, if she
could just cut loose … and for just an instant she had a clear
impression in her mind of the infinite possibilities of sheer sensual
pleasure …

“Oh,” she cried and spun around on her heels. She had suddenly got the
horrible feeling that someone was just behind her,

And there was!

The young blonde froze in shock, her heart in her throat. She was
eyeball to eyeball with a huge German shepherd, his massive head only
inches from hers. And next to the shepherd were the trouser-clad legs
of a man. Her eyes traveled upwards.

“Oh, Mr. Reagan,” she said a little breathlessly. “you gave me such a
start. I didn’t hear you come up at all.”

The man standing above Jill didn’t say a word, just kept looking
silently down at the kneeling young woman. Jill was silent a moment
too, not knowing what to say. Even though she didn’t know Mr. Reagan
very well she found it hard to like him. it was nothing she could put
her finger on, no reason to dislike the older man, except maybe his
eyes. They were so cold and cruel.

Jill glanced back towards the dog. He hadn’t moved an inch and she
couldn’t help but compare his eyes with those of his master. Yes, there
was something frightening in those canine eyes, but it was a free
animal wildness instead of the practiced callousness of Bill Reagan.

Jill felt more intimidated crouched down on the ground before her two
unexpected guests, so she got quickly to her feet. Reagan continued
looking at her for another moment then wet his lips to speak.

“We, uh, saw you workin’ out here and thought we’d come over and visit
a little.”

“We?” Jill asked.

“Sure, me and Hector. He’s been wanting to get to know you for a long
time.”

The young blonde’s hand automatically dropped to the head of the
beautiful animal before her. Strange how Mr. Reagan said “we” when he
talked about the dog, almost as if he thought of him as human too. She
absent-mindedly caressed Hector’s ears while she thought and then
flinched backwards as Hector stretched his head forward and rammed his
nose up between her legs, sniffing.

“Haw, haw, told ya he wanted to get to know ya better,” Reagan
guffawed. Jill flushed crimson and decided that she definitely disliked
Mr. Bill Reagan.

Hector walked behind the angry young woman and repeated his performance
from behind. Then, satisfied, he came back around in front of Jill and
sat down, looking up at her, his mouth open a little to give his tongue
air.

“Well I’ll be damned, I think he likes you,” Reagan said in honest
surprise. “it isn’t often he takes to someone so fast.”

And it was true. There was something about this beautiful young human
female that pleased the big dog. She smelled of kindness and patience
and … she smelled a little like Mae to Hector, and he was happy his
master had brought him over here.

Her personal victory with the dog had made Jill feel a little more
tolerant of Bill Reagan.

“It was nice of you to come over, Mr. Reagan,” she said. “I’m afraid my
husband and I don’t get around the neighborhood much. I guess we aren’t
very good neighbors.”

“Never too late to start,” Reagan said. “But I do hear a lot of good
things about your husband from Mae.”

“Mae?” said Jill.

“Yeh, my niece. You musta seen her over at my place.”

Jill had seen a woman over at Reagan’s place. A lovely dark-haired
woman about twenty-seven or eight years old.

“I didn’t know my husband knew your niece,” said the surprised young
housewife.

“Sure, they’re thicker than fleas. Thought you knew. That’s why Hector
and I came over. We can see you when you’re workin’ out here in the
garden and thought it just might be a good idea to get to know you a
little better, seeing as how my niece and your husband are such good
friends.

Jill flushed a little. It was embarrassing being told by a near
stranger that your own husband was “thicker than fleas” with his niece,
but more than that, she didn’t like the idea of this coarse man
watching her from across the street. And what was he getting at? Was he
trying to intimate that there was something between Bob and, what was
her name? Mae? But that was too ridiculous! The old guy was probably
just not very sophisticated in his conversation. He had probably seen
Bob say hello to his niece one day and built it up in his mind. But
still, maybe she had better just check.

“Well, it looks like my husband is a better neighbor than I am, Mr.
Reagan,” she said affably. “How long have they known each other?”

“Oh, just a couple ‘a days, I guess, but that husband of yours sure
seems to have made a powerful impression on Mae. She was talkin’ about
him all morning.”

“All morning?”

“Sure, about how nice he was to her last night.”

“Last night!” Jill said, unable to keep the shock out of her voice. So
that’s where Bob had been last night, and that was why he had seemed so
guilty! The confused young woman felt sick and dizzy for a moment and
thought she might fall, but she used all her will power to pull herself
together. Even so it was a moment longer before she could speak.

An evil pleasure was seething through Bill Reagan. It amused him to
play the simpleton like this and seem to innocently betray to this
woman her husband’s indiscretions. But this proud little bitch was
going to find out before very long that he was a lot smarter than he
looked. Smart enough to have her laid out naked in front of him before
very much longer if he played his cards right.

“Well, Mr. Reagan,” Jill managed bravely, “I hope I’ll have a chance to
meet your niece too, she really sounds like a lovely person.”

“Oh, she is, she is. As I said, that’s kind o’ why Hector and I came on
over. We figured since Mae and your husband are such good friends, we
should get to know you too. What do you think about that, Mrs.
Anderson, or should I call you Jill?”

The shocks were coming too thick and fast for the bewildered young
bade. Was this coarse man actually getting fresh with her? No, it must
be her imagination, he was simple and harmless enough. It was just that
the shock of hearing about Bob and this … Mae …

But wait a minute! She was being a little ridiculous to go jumping to
conclusions this way. Why listen to a near stranger, and one who seemed
so odd? There probably was some rational explanation for all this, and
she didn’t want to act like some brainless ninn