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Chapter 1
A wave of astonished disbelief swept through the big, well-proportioned
frame of Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely as he stood in the hallway of his
small home staring beyond the partially opened door into his bedroom!
The pair of naked, curvaceous young women lying obscenely curled
together on the rumpled bed were totally unaware of his presence. An
expression of utter incredulity distorted his handsome, chiseled
features, his appalled grey eyes riveted on the wanton spectacle his
voluptuous blonde wife and her vivacious, long-time friend presented in
the obvious throes of sensual exhaustion!
Christ, was it possible ... or was he losing his buttons altogether? His
young Jeannie's whitely ovaled buttocks flagrantly faced him in their
fully rounded nakedness, and there was nothing imaginary about that! It
was bare fact! Her long shapely legs still spread in satiation provided
him a bird's-eye view of the wetly glistening ribbon of pink, intimate
flesh separating the moistly swollen lips of her golden-curled vagina!
And there was nothing hypothetical there either, nor in the viscid
moisture coating the smooth white flesh of her lush inner-thighs, damply
reflecting the soft lamp-light in undeniably lewd evidence! It all lay
before him in the absolute, the lurid sight sucking a nauseating vacuum
at the base of his stomach!
The shocked young husband reached out to grasp support of the
door-frame, sensing the firm arousal of his penis he'd hurried home
with, slowly softening and buckling in the middle, the lusting thoughts
he had entertained concerning his young wife of two months taunting him,
as if they had suddenly assumed leering faces of lesbian mockery! He
watched a sensuous tremor ripple over the nakedly curved loveliness his
Jean possessed, saw her brush her long blonde hair away from her face,
then inconceivably graze her cheek lovingly up between Carol Foster's
open thighs and rub against the moistly saturated pubic hair!
Jesus Christ, maybe the goddamned world was coming to an end, too! That
would be as feasible as seeing Jean lying with her beautiful young face
lewdly nuzzled to her girlfriend Carol's dark, hair-fringed pussy, her
luscious lips, delicate chin, and tiny nose-tip still wet from the
apparent moisture of the willowy brunette's openly spread vagina! His
Jeannie ... my God ... it must have been the blow on the head from the
accident! What else ...? Carol up between her legs ...! Christ, she just
couldn't be a ... lesbian ... Could she? Or ... or could she ...?
Goddamn, after all he'd seen the past week, just about anything was
possible!
He gaped at Carol, his writer-friend's blithely stunning young wife,
lying obscenely spread wide on her back, her firm well-shaped thighs
salaciously open while Jean nestled her passion-moistened face against
the damp softness of their house-guest's languorously offered cunt hair!
With a head-shake, Mark sought to rid his brain of the incredibly lurid
nightmare, but it didn't go away; he was wasn't dreaming! If ... if he'd
been minutes earlier, what the hell would he have seen then? Oh shit ...
there had to be a logical answer ... the accident ... was that it? He
didn't know about Carol, but the blow Jeannie had received on her
forehead the night before in the car accident; it was the only logical
explanation! His mind reeled. And where the hell had she been last
night? He hadn't been able to find that out yet, either! ... Couldn't
let Steve know about this ... the poor bastard, out there risking his
life riding down a wild story with that crazy, drunken hunting posse
...! ... Had to keep his goddamned head ... slip back to the front door
and slam it as if he'd just come in ... seen nothing ... somehow forgive
her, forget it ever happened ...!
That, Mark would painfully have done, convinced that rationality with
diplomacy, preposterous as it seemed under the loathsome circumstances,
was the only immediate, discreet move for all concerned ... He started
to back off, then caught himself short when all of a sudden Jean began
to shamelessly slither her voluptuous curves up over Carol's openly
receptive body, the brunette's arms encircling his wife's neck as their
full, firmly shaped breasts crushed nakedly against one another, their
mouths fusing hungrily together in a heated, tonguing kiss!
Their panting little sighs of sensual fulfillment reached him, sending a
renewed charge of disgusted rage seething through his big, tensed body,
destroying any vestige of sanity he had struggled to hold on to!
Homosexuality in any form had always sickened him, but this perverted
affair ... his own wife ... and right in his own bed! Fuck!
He reached for the support of the door-frame once more, sensing his
heavy cock solidly re-swelling with a non-reasonable on-rush of fresh
blood! The lust-inciting scene of their seductive white bodies squirming
nakedly against one another, satin-smooth flesh buoyantly yielding to
erotically squirming flesh, was more than he, in his violent
indignation, could restrain! He couldn't help but ogle the firing
revelation of Carol Foster's supple, unclothed body, not unaware that it
existed; but actually seeing it so lasciviously and nakedly displayed
for the first time clawed feverishly at his loins!
Bitches! All the rationalization in the world he might summon would
never eliminate the obscene picture their forbidden embrace etched in
his fuming brain, nor the sheer, vengeful lust mounting from it! Goddamn
them! Why not ... an eye for an eye ... and that's a game any number can
play! He'd come clean with Steve after he fucked his hot little wife,
shitless, too! He'd stake his ass that the poor bastard was as much in
the dark about this as he'd been! Hell, he'd even suggest that Steve
fuck Jean anyway he liked, if he wanted to, the vindictive young husband
blindly reasoned! Why not? There was damned little that was sacred
anymore ...!
The young police officer half-staggered into the room, but the pair of
passion-involved girls were still unaware in their whispering intimacy.
They squirmed hotly against each other in their infused nakedness,
breasts to breasts, soft bellies writhingly meeting, the fully rounded
mounds of Jean's whitely undulating buttocks quivering and rippling as
she feverishly ground her wet loins down against those of the
spread-thighed Carol beneath her! To this unrestrained exhibition, Mark
lustfully pulled at his clothes, feeling almost drunk without benefit of
a drink in the bitter sexual arousal that had vengefully overwhelmed
him!
He controlled the urge to back out, debating the effective shock of
smartly slapping his young wife across her provocatively wriggling young
ass and demanding she move her face out from between Steve's wife's legs
to make room for a throbbing male cock! And Christ knows, that's what it
was, a poling length of thumping hardness from the inconceivably
cock-hardening spectacular the two nakedly entwined woman had
unwittingly staged for him! His rancorous, lust-charged brain had
already crudely fashioned its lecherous path of revenge, the fervid wet
gleam in his eyes nothing short of hotly inspired desire!
Carol Foster saw him then ... opened her eyes to gaspingly witness him
in the act of dropping his shorts, a choking sound of shock bursting
from deep within her throat!
"Oh! Oh ... my God! Mark!" she gurgled, trying to sit upright and roll
Jean from between her widespread legs! "Mark ... Mark ...!"
"Yeah, it's me, Mark!" he mockingly repeated, standing naked with hands
on his hips, his long, thickly rigid cock cleaving the air like a choice
length of cement-hardened hose! "Surprise! Thought I'd come and join the
party ... though I doubt that men are too welcome, eh?"
His blonde, young wife jerked and heaved onto her side, just as if a
white-hot rod had been thrust up between her legs, he thought bitterly,
the wicked smile stretching his mouth and the harsh laugh emitting from
him nothing short of vicious.
"Mark! Oh ...!" Jean dazedly heard herself gasp, more shocked by his
nakedness than the fact that he had come in on them in such a
compromising scene! "My God! Cover yourself up in front of Carol! What
do you think you're doing?"
For a brief moment, the young deputy wondered if he weren't entirely
losing his grip! He stared at his curvaceous young wife's white, nakedly
exposed body, her firmly rounded erect breasts still quivering from the
violent move from between Carol's obscenely spread legs, the latter girl
immobile as both stared at him in lewdly raised, elbowed positions!
Their shocked eyes ... faces, were only half-shaded with any measure of
shame! Christ, was he somehow wrong? Or had he actually seen what he
had?
"You little Bitch! I'm about to uncork the facts of life on you!" he
determinedly spat. "On both of you ... you loving wives who secretly eat
out each other's cunt on the side and then pretend sacred marital love
for your husbands!"
"Oh ... oh God!" Jean managed to stammer. "Y-You don't understand,
Darling ...!"
"The feeling's mutual, Baby! You don't understand either!" Mark spat,
moving toward the bed. "But I think you will before I'm finished!"
Carol started to speak, then felt her words bunching in her throat when
she saw Mark lewdly stroking his long, thick hardness with one hand,
grossly working the outer layer of foreskin back and forth as he moved
toward her on the bed! Christ, it was so big ... so long and thick,
outsizing Steve's, the gaping brunette profoundly reasoned, seeing the
tiny clear droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny split at its
tip! God! What did he think he was going to do to her ...? "M-Mark ...
wait a minute!" she finally choked out, tearing her fear-widened eyes
from the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swaying down between his strong,
hairy thighs to search desperately his angrily twisted face. "I-It's not
exactly what it seems!" she attempted, realizing the absurdity in her
half-truth. "Please ... let me explain ...?"
"That's hardly necessary, Carol honey!" Mark glaringly rasped. "A
picture's worth a thousand words, and I just watched a whole goddamned
reel! No, Baby! While your husband chases down a wild pack of vicious
animals at the risk of his life, I've made up my mind to fuck the living
shit out of you, and my sweet little wife, Jeannie, can watch and help!
Who knows, you both might learn to love a good, man-sized cock shoved up
between your legs more than eating pussy!"
Jean was still too dazed by her young husband's unexpected interruption
to grasp the full meaning of what was happening, but Carol Foster did!
She readily realized that they had been overtly caught in a questionable
act of uninhibited lesbianism, and any explanation she might attempt was
only going to make matters worse, especially for Jean! Mark was
obviously still in the dark concerning his young wife's being fed LSD
the night before, and what they had done to her; plus the story behind
her accident! He couldn't understand that she was still partially under
its influence; and God knows, she just couldn't betray Jean's
confidence, regardless of what happened to herself. And their dual
affair with the dog, Caesar ...? Had Mark witnessed that ... or had the
beautiful animal left before he'd arrived on the scene ...?
Yet, even as she thought fleetingly of the handsome illusive beast, her
dark, incandescent eyes again locked on the huge thrusting hardness of
Mark's heavily stiffened cock, his graphically stated intentions echoing
with roused anxiety in her brain! He'd moved to the edge of the bed,
coarsely stroking the long fleshy rod, working the thick foreskin back
and forth over the huge turgid head not a foot from her face!
"Oh ... oh God, Mark ... th-think of Steve!" Carol huskily breathed, the
tears welling into her penis-mesmerized eyes more of frustration than
principle. Uncontrollably lewd sensations of rising arousal at the
nearness of its lengthy, pulsating thickness began to race wildly
through her! Though she had cum beautifully beneath Jean's feverishly
licking tongue and lips while Caesar fucked the drugged blonde from
behind shortly before, her satisfaction, as always, had been
superficial! Only a man's excitedly hardened cock could truly do that
for her, but ... but ...! "P-Please Mark, no ... don't do it to me ...
not in front of your wife ... like this ..." she almost desperately
pleaded. "Steve ... he'll kill you ... me, all of us ...!"
"And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, Baby?"
the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering
stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock.
"Would he kill you ... or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy
glow ...?"
"Mark, my God ... stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed,
trying to raise herself upright, her firmly rounded young breasts
quivering and swaying with the effort. Momentarily, her smokey-blue eyes
rolled to show their whites as she struggled, moving between her nakedly
stripped husband and Carol whom he was intimidating! "Stop it, you hear!
Cover that ... that thing up! You ought to be ashamed of yourself ...!"
In his rage, Jean's glazed expression completely escaped her husband's
wrathfully blinded eyes, her unbelievable attempt to protect her lesbian
partner, topped only by her contemptuously stupifying words feeding
unneeded fuel to his infuriated, lust-whetted anger. It was just too
goddamned much for him to swallow all in one dose! He ought to be
ashamed of himself! Jesus Christ, everything was turning a brilliant
crimson before him! Nor did he pay the least attention to the vivacious
brunette who was trying to force his nakedly intervening wife back out
of the way! Instead, Jean's tempting, upthrusted buttocks caught his
seething view, and with a lashing open hand he mercilessly smacked her
three times across their softly quivering whiteness!
"You adulterous little cunt!" he snarled, his hand tingling from the
force of the slaps. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about shame that
you're not about to forget!"
In squealing surprise, Jean cried out her stinging pain, her hurt-dimmed
eyes wetly filling with tears. She looked in blank astonishment up at
him, at the same time reaching back to soothingly caress her crimson
flushed ass-cheeks. "Wh-What did you do that for ...?" she almost
innocently whimpered.
"Stop, Mark! Don't! My God, don't please?" Carol begged, grasping his
hand to keep him from repeating the act. "I'll do anything you say! Only
don't punish her! S-She's not herself ... the accident ...!"
Mark caught himself, but hardly with any feeling of guilt. "And what's
your goddamned excuse, Mrs. Foster?" he spat at her. "Or is licking cunt
part of your regular diet?"
"Oh God!" Carol desperately groaned. "Please ... I'll do whatever you
want ..."
"You're fucking well told you will!" the enraged young husband fumed,
breathing heavily. "You both will, damnit! You, darling wife, take my
cock in your hand! Go on! Wrap those dainty little pussy-fingers around
it! Hurry up, or I swear, you won't be able to sit down for a week! Do
it!"
Though mentally stunned, as well as physically smarting across the
mounds of her nakedly trembling buttocks, Jean couldn't deny the
rekindled sensation of erotic excitement her husband's sadistic spanking
licked into flame within her sensuously revolving belly! Her LSD-warped
brain had already begun to erotically spin, the pointed sight of his
hard; upraised penis abruptly adding to the sensual stimulation! She
stared at it for a long moment in growing captivation! It suddenly
seemed that she could actually see the hot, rushing blood pounding
through its long, thick hardness, through the tiny intricate veins of
its flushed, heavily palpitating head ... even the microscopic
spermatozoa swimming and fishtailing wildly around in the little pearls
of escaped semen adorning the tiny split in the tip of his cock ...!
"Damnit, bitch, do it, I said!" her husband barked down at her.
"Y-Yes ... yes, darling ... yes!" Jean gasped, whimpering as she moved
on the bed, sitting up to its edge, her feet touching the floor.
Obediently, she encircled her small hand around its thick base, the
bottom of her little white fist buried in his wealth of curling black,
pubic-hair. "D-Don't be angry with me ... please don't ...?"
While Mark shuddered in rapidly suppressed delight at Jean's soft warm
touch, Carol felt a surge of growing desire boil through her own naked
body at the provocative sight. She stared enviously at Jean's small
fisted hand unable to fully encompass her husband's thick, hardened
length of throbbing penile flesh. Her own excitedly panting breaths
shortened covetously and her eager eyes were glued to the lewdly
arousing scene as once again Jean pleaded for her coldly glaring husband
not to be angry with her.
"Oh fuck!" Mark luridly rasped in his obvious, pyramiding lust. "J-Just
do as I say ... both of you! W-We're going to play some very interesting
little shame-games ... just the three of us, until you two learn the
real meaning of the word!" Then, to Carol, still lying back on raised
elbows in trembling nakedness: "Now you come nice and close, Mrs. Steve
Foster! You're going to worm out your hot little tongue and lick all the
tasty cum-juice off it, so my prick will be nice and clean when I fuck
it up into your lesbian little cunt! Come on, damn you! Lick it clean
while my bitch-wife holds it out for you! Hurry up ... move!"
Carol's brief hesitation was based on little more than her closest
friend's anticipated feelings; for licking and sucking a man's cock
until she made it cum in her mouth had always been her foremost sexual
weakness! Her hungrily locked eyes had hardly left his huge pulsating
rigidity nor the promising fulfillment of his heavily filled balls, and
the lustful craving within her nakedly aroused body had obliterated
nearly all thought but the delicious possessing of it! His obscenely
vengeful command for her to suck his cock sent spasms of swirling heat
burning through her, but ... but she ... someone, had to think of Jean!
The wrong move or act might set her wild ...!
"Do it, Darling! Do it!" Jean, in her naked voluptuousness exclaimed,
ending right there Carol's brief fearful concern! "Do what Mark says!
Lick his cock all nice and clean while I hold it out to you! ... All
that sweet love juice ...! Hurry ... do it!"
"Shit!" Mark mentally blurted at his gorgeous blonde wife's lewd
prompting! He'd never even know her! There was absolutely no relation
between this naked, wantonly acting slut and the sensuously innocent
girl he'd married! Christ, what had happened to her ... or had he been
that blind right from the beginning? His brain whirled! Goddamn, if this
was punishment for her, she was loving it! He tried to remember if she'd
really been a virgin when he'd first fucked her! He'd thought she was!
She was that tight ... but how the hell could you actually know? The old
crap about the blood on the sheet, or the cry of pain when you burst
into their so-called chaste little pussies ... he couldn't remember any
of that because it hadn't happened ...!
"Aaaaaauuugggghhh!" Mark grunted, his thoughts shattered before the hot,
wet contact of his wife's girlfriend's saliva-moistened tongue with the
lewdly pulsating head of his cock in Jean's tightly clutching hand! He
gaped down to see Carol's moistly pink tongue flick out, snake-like over
the tip of his throbbing cocktip with unhesitant eagerness! Jesus
Christ, he wildly reasoned, they come in pairs! How do you punish the
unpunishable ...? Or were they about to teach him a lesson? He watched
in lustful fascination the vivacious brunette's extended face, her
lushly opened lips and tiny pink tongue licking out to bathe his
lust-swollen knob while his own nakedly stripped wife actually held it
for her in her grasping, girlish little hand! Then, he saw the riveted
eyes of the voluptuous creature he'd married; they resembled sparkling
gems filled with greed, the comparison of which he'd never before seen
... or noticed in her! Oh shit ... Christ ... fuck! The whole goddamned
world was turning upside down ...!
"Unnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" Carol gasped within at the pungent taste of
Mark Blakely's warmly secreting sperm! Feverishly, she lashed her
passion-inspired tongue over the spongy warmth of his turgid cock-head,
wiggling the tiny tip into the sperm-filled slit, hoping to extract one
more drop from its enraged, swollen head! "Skin it back, Jean!" she
excitedly hissed. "Milk it out for me ... then, pull the foreskin way
back!"
Mark, in his own desire-inflamed reverie watched almost as if his penis
was detached from his body ... watched his own young wife responding
eagerly to Carol's obscene request! He stared in absolute lechery,
suddenly aware that the orgiastic scene was of his own making! They were
doing no more than obeying his salacious demands, that thought causing
the rage he'd known to blend with his seething lust like delectable rare
wine with gamey meat sauce! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He'd cum all over her face
in a second! Christ, he would ...!
"Is that better, darling?" Jean stressed, working her tiny, white hand
back and forth along his throbbing, hard cock-shaft, its heavy, outer
layer of skin hotly searing the thick, rigid length of blood-engorged
flesh to a point of making him cry out! "Milk more out of it, you little
bitch!"
The poignant sight and taste of his hotly seeping seminal emissions had
already fired Carol into tremoring spasms of frantic desire! Even the
thought of her husband, Steve, whom she loved so much, couldn't lessen
the burning need growing like wildfire within her! And she did love him
... she did ...! Then, there were more tiny droplets of Mark's warmly
escaping cum to feed her sexual hunger and fire her feverishly tingling
loins ...!
Christ, he couldn't take anymore of this! He'd spurt his cum right out
in her mouth, and he didn't want that, Mark reelingly thought, watching
Steve Foster's naked young wife move her tongue-moistened lips forward
to suck the whole of his cock up inside her soft warm mouth!
"No damnit ... wait!" he blurted, jerking his rock-hard penis back from
her sensuously ovaled lips, remembering at the last second that it was
the deceiving little blonde bitch, his own wife, Jean, eagerly clutching
his throbbing hardness whom he wanted to shame and teach the lesson to!
Punish them both, yes ... but his fraudulent, lesbian spouse first and
foremost! "Another time, maybe!" he rasped, pushing Jean's hand away and
climbing onto the bed, his earlier plans of vengeance racing through his
lust-enraged brain. "I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you,
cunt!" he spat down at the supple brunette who had rolled apprehensively
onto her back and was staring wild-eyed up at him. "Then, when Steve
comes, we'll tell him all about it ... everything ... and maybe you can
suck me off then while my queer little wife sucks the cum up out of his
balls! Meantime, baby, I'm going to fuck you silly, until this little
blonde slut wife of mine cries right along with you!" Carol moaned out
beneath the approaching, naked husband of her girlfriend moving
wrathfully toward her, his filthy worded intentions sending
uncontrollable spasms of mixed sensation rippling through her helplessly
cringing belly! Oh God ... how could she stop him without betraying
Jean's confidence ... and eventually Caesar ...! She had done many
forbidden things ... but no man had ever fucked her except Steve! In
that, she'd somehow satisfied her fidelity to him! The other
girl-episodes, few as they were, and even wildly sucking Caesar that
first night, she could inwardly smother without remorse, but this
committing adultery with her husband's best friend ... oh God ...!
Jean, kneeing her way along beside her angered, naked husband, made no
sound. Only her quivering lower lip gave away her confused, inner
feelings. The unpredictable moments of the LSD reoccurrence cycles were
lessening, the normalcy creeping over her was momentarily unreceptive to
the lewd situation surrounding her! Wh-What was happening ...? Where ...
why ...? She ... they were all naked! And ... and that was her
girlfriend, Carol, lying obscenely on her back ... with Mark spreading
her legs apart and moving up over her! Mark ... his hardened penis
pushing forward as if ... if he were going to ... to f-fuck her ...!
"M-Mark ... Carol!" Jean stammeringly exclaimed, a little less than
dumbly shocked at what was the obvious and about to take place! "Wh-What
in God's name do you think you're doing ...?" Yet, even as she spoke,
lurid flashes of her own passionate acts which must have preceded this
obscene moment flittered through her drug-entangled mind! She and Caesar
... then Carol ... and finally, Mark catching them ...! Oh God ... the
LSD again! Ooohhh ... she felt so strange ... so resentful ... still,
she masochistically wanted them to fuck ... right there in front of her!
S-She was so hot ... down there between her legs again!
Mark, in his burning arousal, hardly threw his indignant sounding, young
wife anymore than a glance. At least, he hoped it was indignation he'd
caught in her tone, because he well knew what he was doing and why, as
he crawled between the slender, shapely legs of her suddenly,
fear-stricken, closest friend!
"Spread 'em wide and lift 'em high, Baby!" he lewdly ordered, placing
his big hands against the soft, satiny flesh of Carol's inner thighs and
pressuring outward. He heard her whimper along with a choking whine from
Jean as he gaped down with ever-building lust at the intriguing little
mouth of the willowy brunette's dark, hair-fringed cunt. Its pink secret
flesh separated the flushed, moistly pulsating lips to send powerful
jolts of desire surging through him. Christ, he was going to fuck her
silly even if she was Steve's wife!
"Mark! Please ... stop ... stop!" Jean feebly moaned, edging close and
placing her hand on his taut buttock, the mere feel of his furious
vibrance almost instantly pregnant with meaning to her! He was punishing
her ... and ... and she deserved it! Yes ... yes ... both of them
deserved whatever he chose to do to them she lucidly reasoned, her eyes
abruptly transfixed on Carol's hesitant response to Mark's command. She
watched her best friend slowly raise and draw back her slender tapered
legs, lifting the helplessly vulnerable vaginal opening between them up
hesitantly toward the blood-swollen head of her husband's hugely
throbbing cock!
Mark moved further up over her, locking his arms behind her uplifted
legs and forcing her calves high up over his shoulders, his muscular
thighs tight against the smooth white flesh of her tautened, wide-spread
buttocks. She gasped out beneath him, her flattened breasts trying to
heave upward with her sudden intake of fearful breath.
"Oh God, Mark, please! You'll kill me this way! Please ... don't do it
to me like this ... not at first ...!" Carol gasped, desperately raising
her head to gape down between them at his thick, fiercely threatening
cock!
"I had killing you with it in mind, bitch!" he obscenely leered,
flicking his hips mockingly forward to stab at the sensitive pink flesh
of her nakedly exposed cuntal mouth with the blunt, rubbery head of his
angry hardness. She winced, whimpered, then tremored all over at his
teasing jabs, crying out louder when the smooth, swollen tip slithered
upward to splay through the sensuously moistened flesh and torment the
tiny, erect bud of her clitoris! "How does this little game strike you
for fuck-openers, Carol baby?"
"Oh ... oh ... oohhhh! Damn you ...!" she uncontrollably groaned to the
tormenting of her quivering nerve-plexus beneath his hotly massaging
cock-head. "Ooooohhhh ... go on ... fuck me if you're going to! Do it
... do for God's sake!" she hissed lewdly up at his triumphantly
grinning face, the fire licking through her incited loins and belly from
his harshly tantalizing, cock-caresses nearly driving her insane with
desire. Her sheer defenselessness and the obscene position he was
holding her in, plus his own wife, her own best girlfriend, helplessly
watching spurred her wildly mounting passion on all the more! "Well ...?
Do it! What're you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck it to me!" she moaned
sensually, wiggling her nakedly upturned buttocks up at his groin in
wanton invitation.
Mark needed no coaxing, but he intended to satisfy his vengeance to the
ultimate! He snapped a look at the rekindled erotic expression on his
naked wife's beautiful perplexed face. "All right, you little cunt,
reach between my legs, take my cock and put it into your girlfriend's
pussy hole! Hurry up! Get back behind my ass and do it! Move!"
Afraid to disobey him even had she wanted to, Jean skirted on hands and
knees partially behind her luridly positioned husband, the feel of her
full, vibrant breasts swaying beneath, obscenely stimulating her. She
extended her arm between his spread thighs, a moan escaping her when his
heavy sperm-bloated balls brushed hotly against her slender wrist, and
she grasped hold of the hardened, sinewy heat of his thick cock-shaft,
then moved half-way around beside him to be able to see it going in
better! Again, she unrestrainably whimpered as she guided the long,
solid length of hot, rigid flesh from its thick base, working the
smooth, turgid head with lustful captivation through the softly curling
pubic hair and up and down the full length of Carol's pink, wet cuntal
slit! Oh God, the erotically enticing sight was setting her right off
again! He was punishing her ... both of them, and they deserved it. She
excitedly moaned to herself as she pressed the hugely bulging knob into
the small, wetly throbbing mouth of Carol's vagina!
"Now, Baby, I'll fuck it to you!" Mark spat down into the whining
brunette's apprehensive, lust-slackened face. "This is one little cunt
reaming you'll never forget!"
Carol heard Jean's quick intake of breath along with her own as Mark
leaned forward and forced her legs back even further! Her tortured,
naked body was bent double, the sudden pain of her strained muscles
raising a new agonized little groan from her constricting throat. The
glistening, flattened plane of her helplessly vulnerable loins was
presented up to him to use however he chose, his raging thick cock
poised within the wet, nibbling lips of her totally defenseless vagina!
"Oh ... oh God!" Carol choked in helpless anxiety, and then, suddenly
his powerful male body crushed down on her twisting form, smashing her
full, softly yielding breasts tightly back into her chest! His huge,
lust-hardened cock plunged into her unresisting cunt like a blunt
fence-post, plowing the hot liquid folds of her tender vaginal flesh in
rippling waves before its ravaging, blood-engorged head!
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!" the willowy brunette wailed at the
wrathful, skin-splitting impalement, tensing breathlessly as its
heavy-veined thickness fucked rapaciously up into her again and again,
battering a painful tattoo deep back against her sensitive cervix! She
whined wincingly beneath the punishing agony, but it was only a
temporary torment that she knew would, and did, pass! The greedy,
elastically absorbing walls of her hungrily welcoming cuntal passage
clasped tightly around the invading spear of hardness, the thinly
stretched hair-lined lips slithering hotly upward to devour its full
length all the way to the hilt! His cum-filled balls smacked hard down
into the moist, nakedly split crevice of her wide-spread buttocks, and
she moaned out in a low guttural subservience to the pleasurable pain
spiraling frantically up between her legs with mind-shattering rapture
...!
Chapter 2
The light coming through the open bedroom window caused the golden
medallion hanging from the massive German shepherd's throat to
reflectively glitter, but there was no one to witness it in the warm
darkness of the summer night. He stood unmoving in the shadows, far
enough from the window to watch all that was and had transpired since
his exit through the opening. Ordinarily, he would have been far into
the hills by now and joining his pack, but he had heard his golden-one's
human-mate enter the front of the shelter and had intuitively waited to
be certain she was all right.
Only once, had he nearly leaped back through the open window, fury
quickly mounting within him when the male-human had struck her naked
white flanks, bitter noises of anger coming from him. But his
golden-haired one had not seemed injured, not had she made painful
sounds, and Caesar had held himself ... waiting and watching.
The powerful animal's uncanny brain soon measured the abnormal
situation. In his wrath, the male-human was transferring his affection
to the fiery-eyed one, while his golden mate watched and helped them ...
a situation that Caesar could not quite understand. His keen animal
intelligence had long since established the warm feeling between the
golden-one and her male-human ... yet, she was assisting him in his
unnatural mating with the other! All was not well, the huge, wild dog
instinctively reasoned as he glared through burning, amber eyes at his
golden-one placing the swollen rod of male cock flesh into the
fiery-eyes one's mating split!
He would wait. She might well need him for one reason or another ...!
* * *
Jean stared in hurt, and yet at the same time, feverishly aroused
fascination at the sight of her young husband's naked buttocks heavily
tensing as he fucked down and forward between the wide-held legs of her
helplessly spread girlfriend's legs with unmerciful force! She gaped at
his thick sinewed cock sinking all the way into Carol's greedily
clasping vagina until only a narrow white stretch of its lengthy
hardness showed unswallowed, through the softness of her pubic curls,
his heavy sperm-filled balls swaying rhythmically beneath! She cringed
excitedly, hearing the flatly resounding smacks of his pelvis against
her friend's soft, upthrusted loins, tiny whimpers of pleasure pain
escaping her as her husband fucked into and withdrew, fucked into and
withdrew in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his cock's wetly
glistening head becoming visible with each outpull of his leanly working
hips!
Oh God ... it was sensually intoxicating, yet mentally anguishing to her
at the same time! Yes, yes, he was punishing her to the fullest ...
chastising both of them ... but did they deserve it? How could she tell
him what had really happened the night before, or how the naked embrace
he had caught Carol and her in had come about? Did he know that Caesar,
her beautiful animal-lover, had been there with them? She doubted it; he
would have screamed it out had he known! But instead he was gasping
lustful chokes as he furiously fucked into Carol's wetly seething pussy
... and she knew her best friend had to be searingly excited between her
legs, for her own hotly tingling cunt was a liquid furnace of
revitalized passion!
Tiny ripples of masochistic sensations fired Jean's naked belly and
inflamed loins as she eagerly drank in the forbidden sight of her
husband fucking wildly up between the widespread legs of his best
friend's obscenely writhing wife. Her desire-swollen breasts throbbed at
the lewdly provocative spectacle of two completely naked people fucking
right before her eyes ... her very own husband thrusting his angrily
hardened penis into the soft wet folds of her best friend! She wanted to
cry with the painful happiness lustfully torturing her! Mark ... oh,
Mark, her darling, and he was loving every second of it ... his
chastising revenge ... as was Carol! They were in an enchanted world of
their own, completely oblivious to her ... a world of impassioned cock
and cunt! Oh ... she loved them so ...!
Jean saw him free Carol's long, slender legs then, and quickly they
wrapped of their own accord high around his heavily pounding hips, her
heels tight against the cheeks of his lean buttocks, straining to keep
his wetly plunging cock as deep up inside her as she possibly could! The
cords on the insides of Carol's smooth white thighs flexed tightly when
she ground the warm wet walls of her soft, hair-fringed young cunt back
up over his hotly thrusting hardness. Her whitely hollowing buttocks
lifted inches off the bed as she struggled upward in wild desperation,
trying with all her passion-driven strength to absorb the entire length
of his long, thick cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungrily
working pussy. The wet, viscid sound of rhythmic intercourse filled
Jean's ears as they frenziedly fucked against each other, causing wild
spasms of insanely crazing desire to overwhelm her! Uncontrollable
tremors rippled sensuously over her prickling, naked flesh, and a moment
of lewdly rising eroticism guided her own soft hands caressingly along
her smooth naked curves, until she heard the little whimpers of fervid
desire escaping from her own trembling lips.
It was as if she couldn't restrain herself, anymore than she'd been able
to exercise any control over her reoccurring lust the past two days!
Abruptly, with a tiny mewling cry, she collapsed down on the bed beside
them and began fondling and massaging the tiny, ruby-like nipple of
Carol's whitely heaving breast! This, she did with one hand, while with
the other, she reached around between her girlfriend's widely spread
legs to grasp with thumb and forefinger the hot slipperiness of her
husband's rigidly, plunging cock! The frictional heat and familiar
thickness of it as it pounded beautifully into Carol's fluid, pink
cuntal channel maddeningly increased her wildly, building passion! With
panting breaths, she began to slip her slender middle finger into the
hot, yielding hole alongside Mark's pistoning rod of lust-hardened flesh
... feeling it fucking like a searing firebrand back and forth against
the length of her probing finger!
Mark felt his young wife's exploring thumb and finger encircle the base
of his burning cock ... then, slither up into Carol's steaming
cunt-passage to wriggle probingly and damn near trigger off his cum! For
a moment, he couldn't speak, his every concentrated effort needed to
hold back the massive eruption boiling in the swollen reservoir of his
churning balls! Yet, subconsciously his satyrical brain reasoned that
he'd done anything but punish, shame, or debase her! Christ, she was
going right out of her skull with flagrant wantoness, while beneath him,
Steve Foster's naked wife was writhing and jerking, her moans and
whimpers of ecstatic pleasure coming in gasping breaths as she strained
and fucked back wildly on the inflamed length of his heavily impaling
cock!
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... yes, yes! Fuck me! Harder, Mark ... harder
harder!" Carol breathlessly choked.
Goddamn! They were going to emasculate him ... that's what was going to
happen, he reelingly thought, gaping down to see his wife's small, white
hand beginning to move once more alongside his rapidly pistoning cock,
the lewd, lust-inspiring sight spellbinding him ...!
Carefully, Jean adjusted her obscenely positioned hand until she was
able to withdraw her finger from Carol's hotly nibbling cunt and slither
her thumb up inside in its place beneath her husband's cock. Then, with
her free forefinger, she slid it down along the smooth, dampened crevice
between the tautly jerking mounds of Carol's wide-spread buttocks until
she felt the tiny, puckered hole of her smoothly working anus! The
willowy brunette's naked hips squirmed, spasming convulsively at the
sensuous contact. Very gently, Jean began to press her finger-tip
between the small, baby-like lips, forcing the tight little opening
wider and wider apart as she wormed it almost imperceptibly ... deeper
and deeper up into the rubbery, clutching warmth of her writhing
girlfriend's desperately clasping asshole!
Then, through the paper thin wall of heated flesh separating Carol's
dually filled genital orifices, Jean felt the urgent thrusting of her
husband's long, thick cock driving against the pressuring contact of her
thumb, sensations of lewd passion blinding her to all but the lurid
nakedly writhing threesome they formed ...!
"Oh Christ!" Mark blurted out at the absolute mind-bending sight of his
wife's slender white finger and thumb buried in Carol's asshole and cunt
alongside his aching pole of hardness! Fuck, between them they were
flipping him right out of his gourd ... and ... and that was like the
tail wagging the dog! "Goddamn you, you little Bitch!" he suddenly spat
down into his wife's lust-contorted face. "Get down behind me and lick
my balls while I fuck Steve's wife! Hurry up, damn you! Lick 'em all
over! Do it ...!"
Jean never hesitated, nor did she extract her buried finger and thumb
from the desperately clutching heat of Carol's wetly seething vagina and
rectum. With her hand still extended between Mark's strong legs, she
kneeled down on all fours behind him, working in close and lowering her
face below his momentarily stilled buttocks. She could both see and feel
Carol's straining hips desperately rising and falling in a lewd little
fucking-rhythm up and down the length of her young husband's fiery, hard
cock. He spread his legs further and with her free hand, Jean eagerly
cupped his cum-bloated testicles holding their soft heat tenderly and
moving forward with greedy, extended tongue to begin licking and teasing
at the soft, velvety flesh! Frantic sensations of masochistic lust raged
through her nakedly inflamed body at the obscene act she was so
voluntarily committing, the mere thought inspiring her to tremblingly
trail the tip of her tiny pink tongue moistly upward to his small,
puckered asshole!
"Oh Christ!" Mark choked at the sensuously searing contact, feeling her
wet, stiffened tongue-tip stabbing at the tiny clenched mouth of his
rectum, along with the insane thought that once again he was getting
more than he'd asked for! Christ, there was no doubt about it ... they
were going to drive him mad ...!
With her head filled from the pungent aroma of her husband's and
girlfriend's wild forbidden fucking, Jean hungrily began tonguing and
licking of her husband's sperm-inflated balls and anal lips, while Carol
whimpered beneath him and spiraled the wetly clinging walls of her open
vagina up and down his furiously swollen cock. To the tempo of her
tongue-bathing, the naked blonde wife established an in and out rhythm
of finger and thumb in the liquid heat of the desperately clutching
passages tip between Carol's widespread thighs. It was at that moment,
to Mark's building groans of lust, that Jean felt the sudden springy
weight on the bed behind her nakedly kneeling body, then the familiar,
fierce growl ...!
"Jesus Christ!" Mark swore, twisting enough to see the ferocious
reflection of the wild German shepherd in the vanity mirror! Caesar ...
the sonofabitch ... and there was no question in his salaciously grogged
brain what the goddamned brute intended to do! He'd witnessed it all
before! The vicious bastard intended to complete the most obscene of
daisy-chains ... and fuck his Jeannie from behind like he did before! Oh
shit ... he was too far gone to even try to stop him ... and poor Steve
was out there someplace in the hills trying to run the raping beast down
... while he, Mark Blakely, fucked his wife, and the brute they sought
was right behind him about to ram his huge animal-cock into his own
nakedly twisting wife's waiting cunt! His brain whirled with the
incredulousness of it all!
He heard Jean passionately moan, her hot breath a billowing draft
against the bloated vat of his cum-stretched balls, and knew that she
was aware of her fucking animal-lover's presence! Suddenly, her mouth
was opened wide, as if she were trying to stick his testicles inside
it's hot wetness, while beneath him, Steve's wife began to toss her head
in wild flailing motions of crazed desire! Her long, slender legs
wrapped tightly around his waist were providing all the leverage she
needed to strain her seething, wet cunt up and down the blood-thumping
hardness of his over-swollen cock up inside her and Jean's deeply
imbedded thumb in her anus!
Then, in the mirror, he saw it as the goddamned wild brute mounted his
wife's whitely rounded buttocks ... his huge scarlet cock slipping wetly
from its concealing sheath!
Jesus, he'd never seen a prick more menacing that that dripping,
bevel-tipped rod of long, thick hardness, and for one brief moment he
stupidly pitied his moaning blonde wife still omnivorously sucking at
his balls for what she was going to have to take up inside her ...!
With her free hand, Jean had reached back to lovingly caress the huge
head of her welcomed animal-lover. Fondly, his hot, moistened tongue had
licked over her stroking hand as sensations of utter joy raced through
her at his presence. She could hardly fathom why he had not left after
their first love-making, but her heart throbbed with delight that he
hadn't! The ecstatic thought of licking and sucking her husband Mark's
cum-bloated balls while her Caesar fucked up into her voluntarily raised
ass-cheeks from behind was almost beyond the realm of imagination to
her! She felt her lover edging his powerful, hot body in closer between
her upthrusted buttocks that she had spread wide for him, his strong,
furry forelegs tightening around her naked hips, and she reached back
between her legs to locate his slippery, throbbing hardness and place
its tip at the feverishly excited mouth of her open vagina!
Her breath was thrillingly whipped away before the piercing charge of
Caesar's long, thick, animal-cock soaring up into the inflamed, dilated
channel of her wetly grasping pussy! She felt its huge cone-shaped
hardness spreading open her sensitive inner cuntal flesh with blissful
delight, smoothing out every tiny fold and wrinkle of the eagerly
accepting pussy in semi-painful ecstasy! Unrestrainably, she cried out
her intensively blinding rapture to the immediate rhythmic thrusts of
her mounted animal-lover's vigorous fucking into her from behind!
Mark had long since given up his vengeful notions of punishment, even
the basic reason behind them escaping him in his brain-steeped lust. The
sounds and feeling of his young wife's hot, sucking mouth and tiny, wet,
tongue licking the tingling flesh of his volcanically filled balls while
the powerful, wild brute fucked into her with ass-flattening fury from
behind was peaking him toward the most cyclonic orgasm ever known! In
the mirror, he could see the bastard's long, thick dog-cock plunge like
a well-oiled piston into his young, beautiful wife's golden-fringed
cunt! With every extraction, her pink, inner-vaginal flesh appeared,
clinging as might a hungrily sucking child's lips to the beast's huge,
coral hardness, the color contrast alone enough to flip him!
Jesus, the whole world was nothing but a whorehouse, and all its actors
merely cunts and cocks fulfilling its obscene destiny! What else ...?
And how could he tell Steve anything, now? He was fucking the living
shit out of his wife ... his best friend's wife, while his own beautiful
young wife licked and sucked his balls at the same time and the very
goddamned wild brute his friend and that drunken posse hunted was
fucking her just like she was another bitch dog as he watched! Yes,
watched, he reasoned, his lustful eyes riveted to the mirror to see her
thrusting the fully rounded mounds of her lushly smooth buttocks
backward at his piercing cock in white, satanical hunger! Her naked,
curvaceous body quivered with every brutal, animal thrust, her
lusciously hanging breasts doing a rhythmic dance of ripples and sways
to the jolting hammering she was receiving from behind by her
mercilessly humping animal-lover!
Beneath Mark, Carol was unaware of all around her except the burning
need in her fire-filled cunt and quivering belly! She panted from
near-exhaustion in her efforts to fuck upward onto the magnificent cock
filling the liquid depths of her hotly sizzling belly! Suddenly, Mark
grunted out a vile oath and began to plunge his pleasure-giving rod into
her with a final, desperate fury! Wildly his jism-ballooned balls
slapped against the wetly upthrust crevice of her ass! She moaned
pathetically, sensing the tears of joy streaming down the sides of her
face as his long, thick cock burrowed deeper and deeper into the hotly
inflamed hole between her legs! Oh God ... it was going to happen ...
any second ... any second!
Lost in her own overwhelming passion, Jean withdrew her fingers from
Carol's hotly clutching rectum and cunt and began to uncontrollably toss
her head from side to side in crazily driven flailing motions, her long
blonde-hair whipping wildly about her naked shoulders. Vaguely, she
heard Carol's climaxing wails and saw her tensed hands clawing at Mark's
desperately driving buttocks! White, sticky liquid began to wetly spill
from the slaving brunette's cock-filled cunt, flooding Mark's frenziedly
plunging hardness and dribbling down the widened split of Carol's
spastically convulsing buttocks to drench his balls below! She heard her
young husband grunt out an obscenity and blurringly saw him forcing
Carol's legs back even further over her head ... but then, Jean could no
longer concentrate on anything but her own intensively pyramiding
rapture!
"Oh ... oohh God ...!" she breathlessly whimpered, her widened blue eyes
gaping unseeingly as her magnificent animal-lover fucked into her faster
and faster from behind. With every head-jarring, breast-quivering plunge
of his long scarlet hardness rushing into her, the young blonde wife
thrust rhythmically backward to meet it! Deeper and deeper his wild,
ever-thickening cock skewered up into her raging vagina and on into her
openly contracting belly from behind! Furiously, his savage, muscular
body battered and thudded against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks,
his huge, feral cock a relentless, thick arrow of searing joy sinking to
its full length up into the lust inflamed walls of her widely stretched
cunt! With shameless, whimpering wails, she began to lewdly rotate her
desperately working buttocks back harder onto his thrusting cock with a
growing fury, grinding them over the thick length of his hardened,
impaling animal-flesh with unimpeded cries of flagrant passion!
The signal flashed through her lust-fired young nakedness and she knew
it was time! She raised her slackened face to grunt out an animalish
sound from deep in her throat! "Aauuuggghhh ... oh lover ... f-fuck it
hard ... I-I'm goinggg too cuummmmm ...!" And her voice died in a
strangled mixture of sob and sigh! Her head continued to toss insanely,
her honey-colored tresses wildly flailing as she began the first
blissful convulsions of her climax! Wantonly, she threw her passionately
undulating buttocks back onto his deliciously fulfilling animal-cock
...!
The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her
trembling, resilient ass-cheeks back hard and onto the hugely expanding
rod of hardened flesh with a desperate, frantic lunge! At that precise,
synchronized moment, Caesar responded with a forward thrust and growl of
animal release, his massive cock beginning to spew its wild, boiling
sperm deep up into her hotly constricting young belly in an unceasing
deluge of volcanically heated liquid!
Again, Jean wailed out, her smoothly tautened ass-mounds beginning to
spasmodically contract to the grand eruption pleasurefully tearing her
apart up inside her seething loins and belly! She threw her head from
side to side, weeping in her erotic rapture ... at last sensing the
combination of her own and the animal cum thickly spilling from her
tightly clenched cuntal mouth that was hungrily sucking at her beautiful
animal-lover's suddenly sperm-drained cock. The rivulets of their
sticky, white fluid dribbled hotly down the tremoring columns of her
satiny inner-thighs ... and when she could no longer hold herself up,
she pitched forward, gasping a great sigh of blissful relief ...!
It was sometime later before Jean could organize her faculties enough to
determine all that had happened. Caesar was gone, of course, and only
Carol lay beside her, gently stroking her dampened brow.
"Wh-Wh Mark ...? Where is he, Carol ...?"
"Back in the guest-room, Darling ... don't worry," the vivacious and
still naked young brunette consoled, continuing to tenderly brush her
hand over Jean's smooth forehead. "He left here quite passively, saying
something about the tail wagging the goddamned dog."
Jean lifted her head to stare into the other's smiling face and
twinkling dark eyes. "You mean ... he wasn't angry any longer ...?"
"I think he was too exhausted, Darling," Carol calmly replied, "Anyway,
I asked him if he still intended to tell Steve everything ...?"
"And ...?"
"How the hell can I?" he blurted at me, his face flushed with what I
would call an attack of belated shame.
"Oh God ... my poor darling!" Jean gasped, starting to climb from the
bed. "I'm going in to him ..."
"No, Jean," Carol said, gently catching her soft arm to restrain her.
"Not tonight, Darling ... let him sleep on it. Let's all sleep on it and
see what happens in the morning ...?"
"But ...?"
"Please, Honey ... it's the best thing to do," Carol insisted.
"Tomorrow, in the light of day, things won't look so bad ... then you
can make it up to him ..."
"Well ... all right ... maybe it will be better that way," Jean sighed,
relaxing back onto the pillow beside the naked white suppleness of her
closest friend, sleep quickly coming to her as she quietly stared at the
opened window, her mind still filled with the ecstatic joy her darling
Caesar had brought her again this night ...
Chapter 3
Link Morgan, Crescent Valley's police chief, was more than a little
surprised at Lydia Newell's visit to his home that morning. Though
saddle-weary and crotch-sore from leading the hunting posse throughout
the night, the big barrel-chested, red-faced man found a ready smile for
the daughter of the valley's wealthiest and most influential man, Aaron
Newell.
The attractive auburn-haired bachelorette with the ravishing green eyes
neither smiled nor waited to be invited inside the big man's modest,
Cypress Street home, but merely brushed past him into the living room
once the door was opened. She felt no obligation toward formalities with
this local racketeer whom she'd already formed a corrupt alliance to
gain her own vengeful ends. His crooked purposes had made their
association a natural, inasmuch as their mutual, ultimate goal was to
destroy Mark Blakely ... but unsuccessfully to this point.
In the center of the worn carpeted room, the tall, curvaceous girl,
dressed in her usual blouse, leather riding skirt and boots, spun to
face him. "Well ...? Did you destroy that raping, wild bastard?" she
demanded in a sharp, throaty voice. Then, before he could answer, a
nasty little sneer twisted her attractive, if, too often vicious mouth.
"Of course you didn't! That goddamned brute-animal is too smart for the
lot of you drunken slobs!"
"Christ, Lydia, we rode all night and never saw one sign of him or his
goddamned wild-pack!" Link edgily replied, though well aware of her
logical anxiety after the way the ferocious sonofabitch and one of his
pack had attacked and raped her out in the woods the day before.
"I told you I wanted him dead!" she glaringly spat. "You men won't be
satisfied until that whole pack sweeps down and gang bangs half the
females in Crescent Valley! Damnit, I wish my father would get back from
Europe! Then, we'd see some action around here!"
"Hell, Lydia, I'm doing my best," the big man said, trying to control
his own anger. "After all, wasn't it my own niece, Annie, the bastard
raped first ...?"
"Did Mark Blakely ride with you last night?" she questioned,
interrupting his words.
"Hell no! That writer friend of his from L.A. did, hoping to get some
sort of story, I guess," the Police Chief grunted, taking several steps
toward the kitchen then stopping. "But Blakely stuck to his guns,
claiming both the posse and me were off-limits invading his
jurisdiction. He tried to order us to lay-off and wait for those
tree-planting conservationists he's sent for to handle it, but he could
see that the men weren't about to wait one more goddamned minute after
what happened to you!"
"And he didn't push the order for you to do nothing?" Lydia questioned,
surprised.
Link grinned. "He'd have been a fool too ... unless he was prepared to
take on the whole goddamned town. Those husbands and fathers were in no
mood for his jurisdiction bullshit!"
"Those drunken husbands and fathers you mean," Lydia derided completely
aware of Mark's reasoning. Hadn't his own father been shot to death by
the very man standing before her while riding in a posse hunting down a
sheep-killing cougar? An accident, they said, but she'd heard her own
dad question that. Link Morgan had hated the man for publicly beating
him to the ground before half the men in the valley, and had often
drunkenly vowed to even the score.
Momentarily, then, the green eyed girl progressed to an on-rush of more
personal, exciting memories, all of which revolved around Mark Blakely.
She knew now, and had known ever since he'd gone to the Police Academy
in L.A., unexpectedly returning with a wife, that she wanted him for her
own! God, and they had been inseparable ... fucking and sucking every,
every, every day! Yes, she might have married him if her father hadn't
insisted he was beneath her ...! Nevertheless, he still belonged to her,
regardless of the legal hold that blonde little bitch of a wife had on
him! No one took Lydia Newell's play-things away from her!
Suddenly, she shot at Morgan: "Does Mark know that Caesar and that other
sonofabitch dog attacked and raped me?"
"Hell, everybody in the valley knows it, Lydia," the big, middle-aged
Chief of Police replied, running a beefy hand through his grey-hair.
"Look ... come into the kitchen and have some coffee. I've got a bit of
choice news you're going to be interested in hearing. Come on ..."
The auburn-haired bachelorette followed, but her embittered mind was
seething with rage at the new young husband she considered to be a
possession of her own. Damn him, she venomously thought, he hadn't even
come to the ranch to investigate the vicious attack on her, nor find out
how she was ... nothing! Goddamn him! If only that raping bastard,
Caesar, hadn't stolen the pictures they'd taken of Jean Blakely getting
fucked silly by Link Morgan and eating her, Lydia Newell's pussy at the
same time ...!
She threw herself down at the soiled kitchen table and snapped: "I told
you I wanted Mark Blakely's balls to tack up over my bed, Link! Well now
I want them more than ever!"
Morgan's red-face broadened into an obscene grin as he dropped down
across from her, the coffee-pot in his hand. "And maybe I've just got
the secret to that for you, Honey," he said, his mean, lecherous eyes
fixed on her full, pointed breasts which had performed a little
quivering dance for him when she threw herself onto the chair. Shit,
like his sixteen-year old Annie, this hot cunted little bitch preferred
the braless feel. It must give them some kind of hot charge when they
ripple and sway, he lewdly reasoned ... and she had a pair of beauties
that he'd already seen naked, along with the rest of her sexy, white
curves! Goddamn, he couldn't help wonder if she was as good a fuck as
she looked. Not that he'd trade his dead sister's daughter for her, but
a piece of that haughty young ass of hers would be nice, he thought,
remembering the naked sight of it when she was between Jean Blakely's
spread legs licking that luscious creature's pink, wet cunt! "G-Grab a
cup there, Doll," he managed, his lecherous brain beginning to follow a
thought pattern he'd intended to hold off for a while yet. "Here, we'll
spike it with a little of this bourbon, eh?"
Lydia didn't answer, but set the saucerless cup before her for him to
fill. As for the bourbon, she welcomed the offer, deciding she needed
something to help soothe her. Subconsciously, she watched him spill a
heavy measure of whiskey into the black liquid, while her mind filled
with flashes of scenes from their salacious compromising of a drugged
Jean Blakely and the stack of lurid pictures they'd taken to blackmail
Mark. Damnit, it'd been a perfect plan! She would've had him right where
she wanted him ... if that goddamned brute dog, Caesar, hadn't
out-manuevered her, finally making off with both the snapshots and
negatives! God, it was unbelievable ... the massive dog's uncanny brain
...! It was damned near human! Still, if she hadn't so sluttishly lost
her own wits beneath his huge, sodomizing animal-cock ...!
"Suppose I tell you that Annie admitted a little secret to me this
morning, Lydia baby?" Morgan was saying, shattering her lusty thought
pictures.
"W-What ...? What kind of secret?" she questioned, not certain that she
liked his use of intimate endearments. Theirs was nothing more than a
mutual, working association. "Let's not play games, Morgan. I'm in no
mood for it!"
"Okay, Honey ... here it is! The other day when you saw Blakely and
Annie go into the old quarry ... well he did it!" the barrel-chested man
said with a gross smirk.
"He did what ... and what the hell are you drooling so slovenly about?"
the twenty-six year old bachelorette irritably jabbed, taking half of
her spiked coffee in two needing swallows.
Link Morgan clenched his big hand into a fist beneath the table, dirty
nails digging into its toughened palm. No, he wouldn't let himself get
up-tight with her, and Christ knows it would be easy enough with that
acid-tongue of hers and him with no sleep for twenty-four hours! But he
had other ideas that were a hell of a lot more cock-throbbing as well as
securing. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be as good a fuck as
Annie, or Jean Blakely had been ... even as fiery as she was? It was a
gamble. Aaron Newell would destroy him sure as hell if he found out, and
he was going to need him on his side if Mark Blakely's goddamned nosing
around gave him anything concrete to work with! On the other hand, how
would he find out ... unless Lydia told him? And that wasn't feasible
... not if she willingly put-out for him ...! No, he couldn't afford to
get sore at the sexy little bitch. Instead, he broadened his smile and
lewdly said:
"He fucked her, Lydia baby! Mark Blakely fucked my sixteen-year old
niece ... a minor! Now, how does that grab you?"
"Like a saber-toothed tiger!" she hissed at him, his filthy, four-letter
word-use having its usual lust-inciting effect on her, while his
over-all statement cut through her like a knife. Mark Blakely, the
sonofabitch! Damn him! Damn him! Who else in the valley had he dared to
fuck? "How do you know it's true?"
"Because Annie told me, Doll ... and my sweet little Annie wouldn't lie
to her loving uncle," Link replied, his mean eyes narrowing as he let
his guttural voice trail off with suggestive meaning.
Lydia's intense, green eyes studied him. Finally, she hissed: "You
incestuous bastard, Morgan!" Then, she lifted the cup to her lips to
partially hide the sensuous little smile his revelation had aroused.
"What've you got in mind, lecher?"
The big man proudly chuckled. He picked up the coffee-pot and poured
into her cup, following with an uncorking of the bourbon bottle. Lydia
sat waiting, her deep green eyes leveled on him as he added the whiskey
to the steaming liquid.
"Supposing she could make it happen again," he said, " ... lure our
young Deputy Sheriff into another little fuck-match, and we're prepared
with the camera ...?"
Once more, the graphic, four-letter word set off a tiny rippling
sensation through Lydia's liquor-warmed belly. "The question is, will,
and can she do it?" the curvaceous ranch-heiress put to him.
Link made a goatish little chuckle. "As far as 'will', there's no
question about that. But the 'can' ... that remains to be seen. I think
of Blakely as being caught up in a loose moment when he laid her. I
don't have to tell you that he stinks with principles. Whatever happened
that day, my Annie caught him right ... but she's willing to give it a
try ... providing ..."
"Providing what?"
"She wants ten-grand for her performance," Morgan lied, but he wasn't
about to let it be known that his niece would do it just out of her love
for fucking. Besides, he could use a little nest-egg if things got too
hot in the valley, and he figured his offering the use of Annie was
worth that.
"That's a hell of a lot of money, Morgan!" Lydia said, her eyes
narrowing. "Where does she think it's coming from?"
Link grinned. "Now where do you think, Lydia baby?"
For a long moment, she sat silently contemplating the unscrupulous man
across from her. She sipped at her coffee, sensing the effects of the
warming liquor flowing through her. "And supposing I agree," she probed,
"how do we know she'll perform?"
"Simple. You don't pay unless she does ... and successfully. What's to
lose, Doll ... except time and energy?" Morgan answered.
Lydia had already made up her mind. Anything to entrap Mark Blakely and
force him back to her. Damn him ...! Then: "You have any pot here?"
The big police chief grinned and arose from the table. He left her
there, going into the other room, and her thoughts quickly reverted to
the huge man and his attractive teen-aged niece involved incestuously,
triggering something lustfully deep inside her. Obscene, imaginary
visions of them involved in forbidden sex intrigued her erotically
working imagination. God, the lecherous bastard had the biggest,
stiffest cock she'd ever seen on a man! Only yesterday she'd vowed that
when she was hard-up enough she was going to enjoy the whole solid
length of it all up inside her ...!
Morgan returned with two joints, re-seated himself and lighted them. He
saw the transformation in her eyes, the lewd sparkle causing the heavy
length of swelling cock-flesh inside his shorts to jerk convulsively as
it began to grow. She sucked the smoke deeply into her lungs and
continued to stare at him, while its sweetish aroma reminded him of
other problems that he didn't want to think about at that moment.
Blakely ... the sonofabitch ... nosing around ... lousing up his whole
goddamned pushing program. He could wind up in prison! Shit, three of
his high school boys were still hiding out in the hills because of that
deputy prick! To hell with it! He wasn't going to think of that now ...
because something wild and cock-thumping was budding right in front of
him! He could see it in the uncontrollable flagrant eyes of Aaron
Newell's hot-assed young daughter ...!
* * *
Mark Blakely doubted that he had slept two full hours the whole damned
night. His plagued brain had been too jammed with the obscene reveries
he'd not only been a part of, but had lustfully forced into being with
his blinded vengeance. But those long, wakeful hours hadn't been in
vain; they'd provided him with the necessary time to come to his senses
and determine what he had to do!
They had also given him the darkened solitude he'd needed to reexamine
his marriage and feelings toward Jean. Christ, he loved her beyond
reason, and marrying her was the greatest thing that'd ever happened to
him! It made no damned difference what she ever did ... he could and
would forgive her! As far as the lesbian bit between her and Carol ...
what the hell could he expect, the way he'd played rabbit with her right
from the beginning? She had to have sexual fulfillment from somewhere
... and she'd gotten it, all right ... from a goddamned wild dog and her
best girl friend!
His own purely lustful act in vindictively fucking Carol had even
produced positive results, aside from the fact that he could never
justify it with Steve ... and never intended to even try ...! He doubted
that Carol would ever tell her husband, and there was nothing to be
gained in his blurting out the story, then hoping Steve would somehow
understand in man-to-man shit! The most considerate thing he could do
for his oldest friend was not tell him ... and he wouldn't! But whether
it'd been his rage, or Carol's overwhelming knowledge of the act of
fucking, he'd seen her right through to the end, bringing her climax off
like a cloudburst, then, in proper order, his own! Now, he could do it
with Jean, too ... he was certain of it! He'd discovered the secret,
thanks to both of them ... but there was something else that had to be
done first!
That goddamned raping brute, Caesar, had to be destroyed! There wasn't
any question but what the wild bastard had his lovely Jeannie mesmerized
... yes, and maybe Carol, too! How many other women and girls in the
valley the massive dog and his vicious pack had fucked and claimed, he
had no idea, but now he realized that there was no alternative! He'd get
with Link Morgan and organize a chosen posse! They had to be wiped-out,
all of them, including Caesar ... no matter how handsome an animal he
was to his Jeannie, or anyone else ...!
With those thoughts in mind, Mark had literally hopped from the
guest-bed with the first morning sun-rays, a feeling of mental
accomplishment inspiring him. Christ, he even felt rested, he thought
beneath the needled spray of the shower, and later when he'd walked into
the kitchen where the girls and his red-bearded friend sat, he couldn't
control the grin spreading his face.
"What the hell ... you look like the cat that ate the birdie!" Steve
said, moving with obvious carefulness on the cushioned seat of the
breakfast nook. Beside him, Carol looked anxiously up, while opposite
them, Jean's smokey-blue eyes raised apprehensively to center on him.
"You should ride a horse all night with a flock of drunken idiots,
sometime."
"Morning Carol ... morning, Doll!" Mark greeted, bending to kiss his
young wife's smooth white cheek, his tone of voice anything but what
they'd expected, he thought, as he slipped into the seat beside his
wife. Then, still smiling into her beautiful, almost awed face, he said:
"A bit of coffee for the husbandly deputy sheriff?"
"Christ, why the hell didn't you tell me they were drinking maniacs?"
Steve said, swallowing from his coffee-mug.
"I did," Mark replied with a grin. "Of course, you didn't do any good
out there?"
"Of course! We never saw hide nor hair of anything but a rabbit ... and
a half-dozen of those fried gunman shot at that!" the red-bearded writer
exclaimed.
"I told you," Mark said with a smile as he added sugar to his coffee and
read the thank-you expression in Carol's vivacious, dark eyes. Then, he
caught his wife's small white hand and gently squeezed it in a warmth he
felt from his very soul. "You look so fresh and rested, Baby," he
half-whispered to her. "You feeling better?"
"M-Much, Darling ... much."
"That's good. Just take it easy for a few more days. That concussion is
nothing to fool with," he said, leaning forward to kiss her offered,
lush lips. "Everything is going to be okay ... and don't worry ...
understand?"
"Y-Yes ... yes, Darling," she whispered.
"Hell, that syrupy slush is fine, lawman, but what do you intend to do
about that wild pack?" Steve Foster said slurping from his coffee-mug.
"Shit, I didn't realize it was as bad as it is until I heard those men
talking ..."
"Relax, Darling," Carol sultrily soothed, clinging to her husband's arm
while she looked to Mark with gratifying eyes.
"We're going to take care of that today, Steve," Mark said, avoiding all
of their glances. "I'm putting together a selected group of the more
capable men. There's no question ... that pack of wild brutes has to be
destroyed!" He felt Jean's small hand clutch tightly at his arm and
tried to understand ... but there was no other way, and she had to know!
"What about the conservationists?" his friend asked.
"I've waited long enough for them. I owe protection to my jurisdiction
first and foremost," Mark said, ignoring Jean's clutching hand. "I can't
wait any longer. Those animals have to be destroyed before they make a
carnage of the whole valley ... and I'm sure there isn't anyone here who
doesn't understand that ... is there, Darling?"
Jean couldn't speak; she could only stare at him. And later, fixing
breakfast for them with Carol, each girl did little more than transmit
their apprehensive inner thoughts to one another through the fear-filled
expressions of their worried eyes ...!
Chapter 4
Between the effects of the pot and the bourbon, plus the lustful
impression Link Morgan's huge cock had indelibly etched in her sensuous
mind, Lydia Newell was experiencing her not unusual, quickly aroused
salacity. Fiery sensations of lewd craving had begun to hotly tingle
between her legs and at the base of her soft belly as she sat staring
across the kitchen table at the lecherous, barrel-chested man whose mean
eyes were obscenely reflecting her own lewd thoughts.
"A-Are we thinking along the same lines, Doll?" she heard the massive
grey-haired man who was old enough to be her father rasp in a
dry-throated voice. "I mean ... don't get me wrong ... I wouldn't want
to be out of line, Lydia ... or do anything to spoil our ... our working
friendship ..."
He was clever, the evil old bastard, letting her know he was aware that
there would be nothing amorous on her part, and that she liked him. A
stud service was more in keeping, she wantonly thought, again mentally
picturing the lascivious spectacle of his long, thickly hardened cock.
Further sensations of building desire churned intensively in her
moistening loins and she rubbed her smooth, full inner-thighs together,
massaging the hotly flushing lips of her simmering, pantyless cunt.
"A-As long as we understand one another, Morgan," the auburn-haired girl
throatily smiled her emerald eyes sensually flashing as her full
straining breasts began to rise and fall with quickened breaths. "I'm
not ... not adverse to the idea ... just as long as you realize that it
gives you no goddamned claim on me!"
Link Morgan swallowed the tightness out of his throat. "Hell, you know
I'm not about to think a thing like that, Baby," he hoarsely whispered,
purposely shoving back his chair and standing so that she could see the
bulging outline of his rock-hardened cock throbbing inside his pants.
"We ... we can go upstairs to my room ...!"
The sight of the massive swelling pressuring his fly and pantleg outward
like a hefty billy-club had its desired effect. Additional sensations of
sheer lust boiled excitedly inside her. She sensed her tiny tongue
licking out to moisten her lushly fevered lips. Then, she lewdly hissed:
"Take your cock out! I want to see it! Go on, take it out for me!"
"Shit!" the big police chief choked, fumbling at the zipper and reaching
inside to unleash his huge length of thick, heavy-veined hardness. His
beady little eyes burned with goatish lust as he watched her sudden
intake of breath, her pretty young face flushing with intensive desire,
her avid stare locking on the exposed, jerking rod of rigid cock-flesh!
Lydia sensed the hot wetness seeping from her stimulated pussy, while
her loins and belly began to seethingly jerk inside at the obscenely
provoking sight of his naked, long thick cock extended toward her over
the kitchen table! Christ, it was even bigger and harder than she
remembered it! And as she hungrily filled her pot-gleaming eyes, Link
began to lewdly work its thick foreskin back and forth over the
bulbously growing head until little drops of thin white liquid oozed
from the tiny split at its tip!
"God almighty! It's the biggest cock I've ever seen on a man!" she
groaned softly. "Come around here ... bring it to me! Hurry ...!"
Morgan was around the table in three steps while the auburn-haired girl
swiveled eagerly around on her chair to meet him, her slender white hand
quickly darting out to grasp the hot, thrusting rod of hardness!
"Oh Jesus!" Lydia heard him vilely choke out to the feel of her
clutching hand, but she hardly cared what emotions she was raising in
him! It was her own wild passion she selfishly intended to satisfy!
Eagerly, she began to work its heavy foreskin back and forth as the big
man grunted and thrust his hips obscenely forward. The sudden movement
caused the thick layer to skin lewdly back, until the smooth, wet glans
were naked before her face! Excitedly, she leaned forward and with a
snakelike swipe of her greedy little tongue, licked away the warmly
seeping drops of his escaped semen before ovaling her full lush lips to
slide through smoothly and wetly up over his eagerly pulsating
cock-head!
Link Morgan sucked in his breath from the hot, moistly clinging
sensation of her inner mouth-cheeks around his hardness, chills ripping
upward along his spine, another grunting oath escaping him. He could see
her eyes filming over with erotically rising desire as she slid her
already intently sucking mouth farther onto the hot vibrance of his
painfully swollen cock, her softly working lips enclosing its pulsating
head in a moist, burning pressure and locking tightly around it!
"Goddamn!" he grunted, gaping down at her outwardly bloated cheeks,
abruptly reaching forward to undo several buttons of her blouse and slip
his big itching hands inside! He clutched at her hardened-nippled
breasts, their smooth resilient flesh yielding hotly beneath his
kneading fingers. Sonofabitch, he could hardly believe it! Aaron
Newell's snotty-assed young daughter was actually sucking his cock while
he played with her lush, naked tits, their tiny pebble-hard nipples
searing into the toughened palms of his hands like flowing-hot coals!
Then, she was pushing him away and anxiously rising to her feet. "Enough
of this damned playing and teasing, Morgan!" she luridly hissed. "Where
do we go to get naked and fuck? My pussy's on fire ... look!"
Link Morgan's ugly mouth dropped open in lecherous astonishment, his
eyes reluctantly leaving the provocative spectacle of her partially
revealed breasts as she suddenly lifted up her short riding skirt! She
stood there with her pantyless little cunt thrust forward, legs slightly
spread in a whorish stance, her silken pubic curls triangling teasingly
between the spread, white columns of her firm, shapely young thighs! The
unexpected lewd act, as much as the mind-shattering sight itself, sent
tongues of urgent flame licking through his big frame! His heavy,
blood-pounding cock lurched in its poling hardness toward the glistening
wet pinkness separating her swollen, hair-lined cunt-lips!
"Jesus Christ!" she watched him choke out, his unhideable excitement at
the obscene exhibition of her naked pussy to him firing her own
pyramiding desire all the more. God, she was going to fuck herself silly
on that huge, ravaging cock of his ...!
"Come on Baby ... come on with me!" he rasped, reaching for her hand.
"No, big daddy ..." she half-whispered, catching his arm and moving
inside it to place his massive hand on her firm, nearly naked breast.
Then, she reached down, grasping hold of his rigid throbbing cock, her
slender fingers hardly going around it. "Like this, Morgan, with me
holding your cock ... now, lead the way!"
Morgan wanted to pull her hot little body to him and kiss her, but he
didn't dare! She was unlike any bitch he'd ever known, and the wrong
move could sure as hell break the spell! So instead, he walked beside
her, his heart pounding in his chest as he held her tight against him,
his mauling hand squeezing and massaging the vibrant mound of her fully
rounded tit! She clung to his aching cock with her hot, small hand,
slowly and teasingly pumping its thick foreskin back and forth over the
inflamed, hardened flesh ... breathing heavily all the way up the stairs
and into his bedroom, but with never a word passing between them!
Lydia didn't want to talk ... wanted nothing to happen that might
interfere with the sheer lust furiously propelling her until she'd
impaled herself completely on his inhumanly huge cock! She let free of
it, but never wavered her view from its cleaving, long thickness as she
quickly stripped her clothes away and got naked as Morgan did the same,
finally standing beside the bed as if waiting for her directions.
It was a wild, almost masochistic sensation that raced electrically
through her sensually exposed curves as she saw him standing there! His
powerful, aging body, though she had seen it naked before on the night
he'd fucked Jean Blakely, didn't seem to belong to the vigorous, long
thick cock poling out from his greyish, hair-covered loins, nor the
massive sperm-bloated balls that hung heavily down between his legs.
There was a sagging paunch that bulged around his middle, and the once
mighty shoulders and expansive chest were respectively slouching and
sinking. The entire picture he made gave her a weirdly exciting feeling
that she was about to get fucked by her own father ... or maybe, her
grandfather ... and suddenly she realized how a whore might feel on any
paid night!
"Get on the bed, Big Daddy!" she hissed, moving toward him. "Lydia's
going to give you a ride ... going to wear that great big cock of yours
right down to a needle!"
He did, rolling onto his back the way he figured she wanted him, and
after all, it was her fucking party wasn't it! Christ, he hoped to hell
he didn't suddenly wake up from a goddamned dream ...! But then, he saw
and felt her hot, curvaceous young body moving with quivering ripples up
over him in a straddling position, her long, white legs locking snugly
into his ribs! Her hardened, ruby-nippled tits hung swayingly in their
white fullness above his heavy-breathing chest, and she was reaching
down between her wide-spread thighs to clasp his lecherously hardened
cock! She smiled down at his choking gasp, then tauntingly insulted him
with:
"I think I'll open me a home for the aged, Morgan! Just think of what
this treatment could do for my male patients ... and me?"
He didn't answer ... couldn't, not with her splaying open the soft,
warm, hair-fringed lips of her moistened cunt with the tip of his
painfully screaming cock! He gurgled again as she placed it at her hotly
nibbling young vaginal mouth ... then, with sudden glazed eyes, she
ground her hips downward and began to slither the intoxicating hole of
her open pussy wetly down onto it! She partially raised her upperself,
her slender white arms posted, hands beside his shoulders, eyes
druggishly vacant and mouth hanging wantonly open, her soft, curl-lined
cunt a vulnerable delicacy with its receptively wet channel absorbing
him inch by inch as might some omnivorous, bottomlessly sucking cavern!
Shit, he couldn't believe it! She'd taken all of him up into her hot
little belly without a whimper or hesitation! Sucked up into her his
whole massive cock all the way down to his balls without stopping once
or even losing a breath ... and the wild, erotically driven expression
on her face was telling him she loved it! And ... and then, it really
began, her voluptuously curved hips starting to rise and fall at an
unbelievable cadence, while her strikingly attractive face contorted in
selfish passion!
Oh, Christ, Lydia moaned. His rapidly flailing cock was an unimaginable
huge reaming joy! She'd cum in a minute this way! It was fucking so
beautifully up against her cervix, and she couldn't resist the squirming
and writhing she was lewdly performing for Link Morgan on its long,
thick hardness! Again and again, she ardently sucked her tightly
clinging cuntal passage up off of it then plunged downward to feel the
swollen, rubbery head mash hard against the delicate parts up inside her
belly that had never before even been brushed! Oh God ... fuck ... fuck!
It wouldn't be the end for them! She'd have him again and again ... and
there wasn't a damned thing he would do about it! She had the big
lecherous sonofabitch right where she needed him ... just the way she
would again have Mark Blakely ... but there was no time to think about
that now ...!
* * *
Annie Purcell hadn't stood there long, in fact, she'd just arrived on
the scene after ditching stupid classes for the remainder of the
morning, a touch of uncaring laziness inspiring her. However, her
idolence quickly passed when she climbed the stairs toward the bedroom
she'd incestuously come to share with her Uncle Link and heard the
telltale sounds of wild, untamed fucking pouring through the opened
doorway. She paused there in the house's aged hall, brushing back her
long, chestnut hair, her brown eyes alert as she listened. She had
expected the big police-chief who had truly looked after her for six
years to be at home and probably sleeping, after being up all night ...
but by the sound of it, he was doing anything but getting rest!
Cautiously, the voluptuous teenager moved into viewing range, her
shortening breaths catching in her throat at the erotically naked
performance taking place on the bed! Instant spasms of scintillating
excitement rippled through her suddenly taut belly and over her readily
incitable sixteen-year old curves. The pornographic scene required no
explanation for her! In the simplest of ultragraphic terms, which she
had become most descriptively familiar with since the night Caesar had
raped her, a beautifully naked Lydia Newell was wildly fucking herself
silly on the hard, upthrusting cock of her likewise stripped Uncle Link!
The attractive young niece stood immobile for a long moment,
captivatedly watching the lust-stimulating spectacle, while a series of
questions which had been troubling her since her uncle had first
near-effortlessly seduced her, were finding answers. No ... absolutely
not ... she felt no jealousy ... and no, she certainly wasn't stupidly
in love with the aging man, anymore than a strikingly beautiful girl
like Lydia Newell could be! It was his cock ... his big, long, thick
cock that she, Annie, wanted and had greedily needed ever since
beautiful Caesar had wildly opened the hot, tight hole between her now,
it seemed, continuously tingling thighs! It even figured, for Annie,
that the exact same reason was responsible for the exciting white
nakedness of the auburn-haired girl being where she was at that very
moment ... straddling and fervently fucking the massive shaft of
hardened cock up into her hungrily devouring pussy! Hadn't she, too,
been attacked and raped only yesterday by the raving, wild German
Shepherd ...?
Yes, and there might be the same lustful type of vibrant, hot blood
flowing through Lydia Newell's curvaceous body as fierily raced through
her own, she excitedly thought! Could it be? God, she hoped she wasn't
the only one of her kind ... plagued with the incessant urge for wanton
sex, and so far in her young life never quite getting enough ... just as
the burning compulsion was rapidly consuming her while she stood there
at that moment watching their maddeningly arousing performance!
Annie realized that she'd begun to tremble uncontrollably. Little
tongues of carnal flame licked hotly at the moistening, little vaginal
crevice up between her warmly tingling thighs!
Eagerly, she riveted her young dark eyes onto the rounded, wide-spread
moons of Lydia's whitely grinding buttocks. They watched the tiny raised
circle of her puckered, rose-colored anus, and the long, thickly rigid
penis splaying wide her thin, hair-lined cunt-lips as it vanished up
into the wetly stretching channel of her open vagina! Almost frenziedly,
the naked auburn-haired girl was lifting and plunging her smoothly
curved hips, sucking up off the glistening rod of heavy-veined hardness
until the underside of its turgid, inflamed head was visible! Then, she
would spiral it back down the long, thickly glistening cock until Uncle
Link's swollen, cum-bloated balls were pressing hard up into her tiny
babyish looking rectum.
"Come on, you lazy bastard!" Lydia suddenly gasped down into his red,
flushing face. "Fuck that big cock up into me! I'm not going to split,
Daddy! Don't be afraid ... hurt me if you can!"
Bitch! Morgan grossly thought ... hot, spirited bitch! She was a hell of
a lot more than he'd figured her for, but damn her beautiful luscious
ass, he wasn't crippled yet, either! He grasped her slender waist just
above the arc of her rounding white hips and began to mercilessly bounce
her up and down on his heavily impaling cock! Immediately, her breaths
expounded in short, convulsive bursts, his burning eyes sadistically
enjoying the voluptuous sight of her full, pointed breasts rippling and
swaying in their thrusting buoyancy above him! She bit at her lower lip
as if in unexpected surprise as he raised his powerful loins to drive
his rock-hard cock forcibly up into her tight, hair-lined cunt-hole with
evil delight!
"How's that, Baby? Better ...? Better ...?" he taunted, his dry lips
drawn back in a lecherous grin. "Getting enough now? You aren't saying
much ...!"
"Shut your gloating mouth and fuck, you lecherous bastard!" Lydia
half-choked, more seething lust than gall in her obscene demand. "Give
it to me ... as hard as you can, Daddy ... oh Christ yes! Deep like that
... like that!"
Lydia had no desire to hide the deliciously painful pleasure his huge,
ramming cock was violently bringing her. She clenched her greedily
working buttocks tightly to her own selfish advantage, meeting his every
upward impalement with frenzied, rhythmic down-plunges that smashed his
bloated cock-head against the soft underside of her wildly tremoring
belly deep up inside!
Morgan felt the hot release of new seminal secretions spilling from the
clutching, liquid walls of her searing locked cunt-channel! They bathed
his blood-pounding cock like scalding cream, while the lurid, slapping
sounds of their nakedly smacking genitals filled the stuffy room!
Christ, her incredible cunt was swallowing up every fraction of his
aching hardness with a muscularly sucking action that threatened to pull
out the very lining of his jism-stretched balls!
Lecherously, he clamped his big hands onto her dancing, swollen-nippled
tits, their yielding white flesh resiliently oozing between his brutally
clutching fingers. She groaned masochistically beneath his sadistic
hands, her pumping wide-spread buttocks increasing their fucking fury,
her omnivorous cunt, he was certain, set on devouring him whole! Christ,
she was a goddamned fucking machine, insanely loving it even though he
knew she damned near loathed him ...!
Lewdly mesmerized in lustful fascination by their frantic sounds and
action on the rumpled bed before her, Annie became aware that her
impassioned hands, of their own volition, had begun to ardently massage
the firm fullness of her straining, braless breasts. Through the sheer
cotton of her blouse, her eager fingers were trapping their hardened
little nipples, making them hotly tingle to her pinching and pulling of
the swollen quivering mounds. She couldn't choke back the gasping moan
of sensual tension that escaped her, and it was that give-away sound
that brought her Uncle Link's greying head abruptly up from the bed!
"Shit!" he blurted out, his lust-glazed eyes dazedly gaping at her.
"Wh-What the hell are you doing home this time of day ...?"
It sounded like a stupid goddamned question under the circumstances even
to Morgan, himself! Yet, it was the first thought that rushed into his
mind, the second being what effect her catching them this way was going
to have on their own incestuous relationship! The final brain charge,
before Lydia twisted her head to see who he was addressing, had to do
with how the naked, spirited bitch riding his screaming cock was going
to take their being discovered! Goddamn little cunt, anyway ...!
"Well ... unexpected company!" the green-eyed bachelorette shamelessly
exclaimed, sitting back and upright over his naked loins to absorb the
full length of his hardened cock-length up into her hotly grasping
cuntal passage! The lurid smile adorning her attractive face was from
the agitation Morgan had feared. In fact, her licentious expression was
suggestive enough to fire scorching sensations all the way up from his
heavily simmering testicles to his confused brain! And then, she added:
"Come on in, Honey, and join the orgy! I've a feeling by the look on
your face that you're not as shocked as you are envious. Come on, Baby,
don't be shy ... just get nice and naked and climb up on the mattress!"
"Jesus!" Link vilely swore with his swirling head still raised, the
sudden wild thought of having both of the hot young bitches in an orgy
all to himself was damned near enough to bring him off up in her hotly
contracting belly without her making another move! Christ, she was the
hottest fucking female he'd ever tangled with ...!
While Lydia Newell's bi-sexed mind raced in lust-fired imagination,
Annie's young brain teemed with the sensual child-like desire so
recently released within her feverishly excitable, teenaged body. Even
if she had wanted to, the keyed-up, chestnut-haired girl doubted that
she could have resisted Lydia Newell's invitation ...!
Morgan watched his voluptuous niece begin to unbutton her blouse as she
entered the room, the familiar, aroused light sparkling in her dark eyes
was sufficient to let him know that the inherent hot blood of her mother
had already taken charge. Christ, she was a Morgan, all right, every
inch of her lushly shaped young body!
Damn! Lydia intensely thought as she watched the teen-aged girl, who had
not yet spoken one word, enticingly strip into a curvaceously naked
young goddess! As if Morgan's brutally huge cock wasn't enough ... now
there was this deceiving virginal temptation to drive her out of her
mind! Her lecherous, emerald eyes hungrily viewed every inch of the
long-haired young girl's smooth, white curves as she crawled onto the
bed to sit beside them. The firmly thrusting breasts with their tinily
hardened, berry-nipples intrigued Lydia, but it was her narrow waist and
her sparsely sprinkled, dark-haired loins between the full columns of
her youthful, creamy thighs that sent the blood racing hotly through
her! She'd caught only a glimpse of the pink ribbon of dampened tender
flesh separating her girlishly pouting cuntal lips before the beauty had
crawled onto the bed, and now she refocused her eyes to the high-set,
full fleshy mounds of her firmly taut young breasts!
"So ...? What do we do now?" Annie half-whispered, a wanton excitement
racing through, her at the intoxicating radiance of Lydia Newell--a
breathless feeling like nothing she'd ever experienced before! Knowing
that she couldn't, Annie didn't even try to understand the sensation ...
at least, fully. She was well enlightened on lesbianism, as well as most
phases of sex, but before this very moment, the forbidden desire for
another women had never made any claim on her ... but that was before
this very moment! God ...! The whole beautiful world was suddenly
opening for her like a tightly curled blooming rose! She swallowed and
stared into the blazing green eyes of the self-assured woman nakedly
straddling her heavily panting uncle. The erotic thought that this
impaling, massively pulsating cock was entombed to the hilt in the
auburn-haired girl's hotly clutching vagina sent rippling sensations of
lewd excitement tremoring over her youthfully naked body.
"You shivered, Baby," Lydia hissed, leaning forward on her hands.
"You're excited! Come here ... come here and kiss me!"
Annie did, because it seemed the natural thing to do! She stretched
close to the captivating, obscenely positioned girl, extending her eager
young face and mouth, opening her wetly parted lips to the other's tiny,
hot tongue and sucking it deeply into her mouth! Then, she felt the soft
warmth of Lydia's hand caressing her suddenly tingling breast, tenderly
smoothing over it before sloping toward its hardened little nipple ...
to touch ... to feel ... to gently pinch in a loving gesture that only
another girl or woman would know ...!
"I'll tell you what we'll do!" Lydia said, suddenly lifting up and
pulling her wetly clasping cunt off Link's long impaling shaft. "We'll
start over ... take a new approach to this little triangle! Would you
like that, Honey?"
"Jesus ...! What the hell are you doing ...? Link started.
"Shut up!" Lydia spat, throwing him a half-disgusted glance. "Don't
worry, Morgan, you'll get yours ... but this is my party! If you want to
join, we'll let you! I'm sure we can use your ugly, hard cock, can't we,
Baby?"
"Y-Yes ... yes ... whatever you say," Annie gasped, the lust-fired heat
between her weakly trembling legs reaching an uncontrollable fervor. She
sensed the hot fluid passion seeping down from between her moistly
flushed cuntal lips that her full young thighs were squeezing together
and ardently massaging, dampening the entire erotically pulsating area.
"But ... but let's not wait ... God! I'm so hot ...!"
Lydia placatingly ran her hand over the anxious teen-ager's soft, long
hair, then looked at Morgan. She said: "You ready, big daddy, for
sensual games? Can you take authority without it going to your head?"
Morgan hardly knew what she was getting at, but the throbbing ache in
his cunt-hungry cock would have forced him to answer anything ... which
he did!
"Hell yes ... you call the shots. Only, let's not waste a lot of
goddamned time ..."
"Relax, big man! Relax ...!" Lydia spat out. "If you want to play,
you're going to do it our way ... and we're going to give you the
authority to call it! Now ... tell us how you want us, Daddy, and think
of yourself as a powerful potentate ... but make it good, or we might
not need you!"
It was a slash of irate pleasure that ripped through Link Morgan's
nakedly prone body. Think of how he wanted them? Jesus! Both of them!
The spirited wild bitch was truly trying to belittle him; yet her own
fucking lust was crippling her! She needed his cock ... his feverish,
blood-pounding cock, and he knew it!
Maybe, they both needed a little long hard flesh in their tight little
pussies. Well, all right ... tell 'em what he wanted ... he, the
powerful potentate! Goddamn her, he'd seen her kind before ... wanting
to be subjugated; yet she in her pride was trying desperately to hide
it! And Annie ... the poor kid would do anything, even suck dog-cock at
that moment! She was that far gone ...!
"Okay ..." he coarsely ordered, knowing what he wanted of Aaron Newell's
proud, sluttish daughter; this might be the only chance he'd ever have
to completely claim and subject her. After all, he already owned the
hot, lust-filled flesh of his delectable, teenaged niece!
"Lydia ... you get on your hands and knees so that Annie can lick your
tight little asshole and prepare it for me! And ... and how's that for
starters, girls?"
The naked bachelorette flashed her desire-inflamed eyes at the nakedly
reclining big man. Angrily she searched his flushed, reddened face.
"What the hell do you have in mind, Morgan?" she huskily threw at him.
"Hey ... is that any way to talk to a potentate?" he taunted, clasping
his big hands behind his head. "Or maybe, it's just girl-games you have
to play when it all boils down?" he added, realizing he was stretching
his luck beyond all reason with the likes of this high-tensioned bitch!
But maybe he was ready for a gamble! In fact, maybe he was ready for a
lot of things ...!
In kind, Lydia Newell's salaciously infused mind worked with near
uncontrollable flesh-want! The powerful human beast lying stretched out
before them had only served to remind her of Caesar's wildly raping
attack the day before, the effects of his ravaging, animal-sodomy still
triggering the vilest of sensual desires within her! And in all truth,
at least to herself, what else was it she wanted but the most degrading
of carnal acts performed on her? Well ... what else ...?
Lydia shuddered uncontrollably--in flushed shame and delight--as she
continued to stare at the big, naked man. "You filthy sonofabitch!" she
wantonly hissed, moving onto her hands and knees as he'd obscenely
suggested. "I never renege, damn you!" she added, sensing Annie
hesitantly moving upright behind her. "Just be sure that you don't when
your time comes, potentate!"
The erotically trembling teenager hardly knew what she was doing as she
unhesitatingly followed the order her lecherous uncle had lewdly
commanded. God, she knew that she wanted to! She had never even
conceived of such a lurid act! To do it to a man might be one thing, but
to a beautiful woman ...! She wondered if she could, even with the
wildly erotic sensations that were firing her inexperience young loins
and belly! Then ... then, she saw Lydia waggling her smooth,
enchantingly ovaled white buttocks in expectation back toward where she
knelt ...!
God, they were so breathtakingly inviting! Sleek, moon-shaped mounds of
white, satiny flesh ... and again she avidly stared at the hairless,
tightly puckered opening of Lydia's tiny rectal mouth as the older girl
nakedly lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting her succulent white
flesh sensually backward toward her young face! Wild sensations of
unprecedented craving licked through Annie's suddenly watering mouth and
loins. She lowered her feverish eyes to Lydia's long pink cuntal
crevice, its puffy hair-lined lips now partially opened to reveal the
moistly inviting inner-flesh! Small, sparkling droplets of viscous fluid
clung to the thin, intimate petals ...!
Suddenly, the young teenager moved her face forward toward the enticing,
pink cleft of warmly perfumed flesh as if drawn by a magnet! Her
nostrils quivered and, without realizing it, she lashed out with her
quivering little red tongue, going down knowingly toward the lewdly
poised woman's hidden clitoris, just as she'd want it done to herself!
She sensed Lydia's convulsive spasm when she found the nerve bud
enclosed within the wetly pungent inner-lips of her vibrant pussy. Her
mouth came in contact with the silky, pubic-haired lips of her outer
cunt as she extended her hot, wet tongue to bring its tip curling up in
stabbing contact with the quiveringly erect bud, raising a deep, erotic
groan from Lydia's throat!
From that moment on, the sensually inflamed teenager's mind lost
immediate contact with reality! Only zealous desire guided her
fluttering pink tongue upward, then back to flick several times against
the tiny twitching clitoris! Her taste-buds livened to the piquancy of
recent fucking blended with feminine delicacy bathing them, the heady
tang drawing her little tongue to the moistly nibbling mouth of Lydia's
vagina! Eagerly, her hot warming tongue plunged far enough beyond those
outer, clutching lips to feel and taste the rippled walls of hidden
pussy flesh, then out to lovingly caress the tiny urethral slit of her
urethra. Wildly, the tantalizing wet probe traveled on upward along the
satin-smooth vale between Lydia's eagerly trembling white buttocks to
the crinkled mouth of her pulsating little anus! And there, the
passionately aroused teenager did what Uncle Link had ordered ... licked
the auburn-haired girl's tight little orifice in preparation ... but for
what she hadn't dared to guess ...!
In truth, Annie hardly cared at that moment, the honeyed taste of
wonderfully warm cunt filling her with love for the girl before her ...
even for the man who'd suggested it ... yes, and narcissistically for
her own self ...!
"Okay! Enough of that goddamned, one-sided game!" Link's voice
gutturally interrupted. "Remember me ... the potentate, eh? And I say,
let's get down to the nitty gritty ... that is if you're still up to it,
Lydia!"
The auburn-haired girl quickly raised up in passionate excitement.
"Goddamn you, Morgan, I'm up to anything your lecherous mind can
suggest!" she snapped, but without the slightest trace of malice. The
quivering tone in her husky voice revealed the sensual lust that was
greedily motivating her, and Annie trembled in idolistic passion at her
new beloved's fearless reply!
"Good, Baby!" Link, with blazing mean eyes, rasped. "I'll just lie here
like any potentate worth his salt should, and you get back into our
top-side position ... then slip my cock right up your tight little ass
...! Unless, of course, you were just talking big, Honey ...!"
For a long half-moment, Lydia only stared at him, as if contemplating
the ramifications of his absolutely obscene order! But, in fact, she'd
already contemplated and weighed it, knowing his meaning from the moment
he'd suggested that Annie lick her back there! Because of Caesar's
attack and the unexpected results, only a rapidly growing excitement had
permeated her hot naked body and mind at the lewd thought of being
sodomized by the big man; yet, nevertheless, she couldn't mentally play
down the unreasonable size of Morgan's huge cock! Though it was hardly
bigger than the wild ravaging dog's, the human element was involved and
there was nothing human about Link Morgan! All the same, she knew she
was going to do as he ordered ... lustfully wanted to, and actually had
to obey him. Yes, she wanted his long rigid penis buried far up in the
tightly excited channel of her tingling ass ...!
"Well, Baby ...?" the huge, naked police-chief lewdly prodded. "Like to
try something a little more simple ...?"
"Go to hell, you sadistic bastard!" Lydia half-leered, her deep, green
eyes lasciviously gleaming as she again straddled his aging, big body,
but this time with her back facing him in a semi-squatting position.
Morgan watched her wantonly eager actions, and at the same time wrapped
an arm around his curvaceous teenaged niece to draw her down to him. He
grinned into her erotically flushed young face and asked obscenely, "You
ever lick another girl's cunt or ass before, Baby?"
"N-No ... never ... honest!" Annie admitted, her youthful dark eyes
alive with obvious sensual excitement. He drew her down and kissed her,
running his greedy tongue over her young lips and into her mouth,
tasting the hot tang of Lydia's pussy there. He clutched at her naked
teenaged breast, squeezing its firm resilience in the fashion he'd
taught her, but she hardly responded. Christ, she'd eagerly fucked and
sucked him a couple-dozen times since he'd broken her, and he'd never
known the uncaring coldness from her that he sensed at that very moment!
What the hell ... he'd have to take her in tow ... maybe spank her bare
little ass again and make her cum off like the other time ... teach her
who was master ... but not right at that moment ... not with Lydia
tightly gripping his painfully throbbing cock and trying to insert its
lust-swollen head into the tiny mouth of her tightly resisting anus.
Chapter 5
By ten-o'clock that morning, Mark Blakely had selected some twenty of
the more reliable citizens and sheep-ranchers to compose his hunting
posse. Excitement hummed through-out the town at the knowledge of the
young deputy sheriff's decision to head the men, their confidence in his
leadership obvious. There was good reason now to believe with Mark at
the helm, Caesar with his wild-pack of ravishers and sheep-killing
brutes would be destroyed.
It wasn't a task that the young lawman relished. He was not only an
animal fancier, but he knew the depth of affection Jean held for the
handsome German Shepherd ... which was actually part of his motivation
in determining to bring an end to the beast and its horde. A lost cause,
perhaps, he painfully thought, sitting at a table of the Crescent Inn
Tavern where he had systematically interviewed and listed the names of
the men he had chosen to ride with him. Destroy the brute before he
completely ruined their marriage ... yet, by so doing, maybe totally
shattering Jean's love for him! Christ! But it had to be done, he was
convinced. Not only was it the lesser of two evils as far as Jeannie and
himself were concerned, but it was his duty to the citizenry of Crescent
Valley. He was sworn to protect them, and he could no longer wait for
the state conservationists the capitol had promised to send.
Whatever utterly weird attachment had grown between his beautiful blonde
wife and that wild, raping animal, it had gotten way out of hand. Now,
the canine bastard was paying nightly visits to his bed and wife! And
the unbelievable, horrifying part of it to him, was, that Jean was
always shamelessly overjoyed! The times he'd witnessed the
inconceivable, salacious act, his lovely, naked young wife had obscenely
thrust her spread white buttocks up and back at the panting bastard like
a wanton slut in a Tijuana sex show, going right out of her passionate
mind to the massive sonofabitch fucking his wild, brutal cock into her
... his wife's own sweet pussy!
Goddamnit! The vicious beast had to die; there was no other way! He'd
completely distorted Jean's entire personality! Mark was convinced that
the wild animal had somehow played a part in the lesbian performance
he'd caught her and Carol in the night before ...!
"What about Link Morgan?" a male voice questioned, interrupting the
young deputy's confused and trouble thoughts.
"Wh-What ...?" Mark asked, looking almost blankly up into the
weather-lined face of ranch-owner, Frank Clifford.
"Chief Morgan! Are you planning that he'll ride with us, Mark?"
"Yes ... yes ... if he will," the deputy finally replied. "We'll co-lead
the posse, Frank. No question but what Link's the most skilled hunter in
the Valley, and I think we need his knowledge with us."
"Whatever you say, Mark ... but for one, I want no torture-killings like
he brutally pulled off in the beginning with the big Shepherd's mate!"
Frank Clifford said. "For my money, that's one reason ... maybe the main
reason why that uncanny brute has plagued us so! I ain't much on
superstition, but as old Granny Albert says, there's never been anything
on this earth or any other like Caesar, and there never will be again!
At least, I hope to Christ there won't!"
At the mention of her name, Mark thought of the near-century-old woman
and the way Jean had gone to her to hear the old-wives tales of a
similar pack of wild dogs which had supposedly ravished the Valley
almost a hundred years before ... Its leader, according to Granny, had
worn a gold medallion around its neck, a centurion on one side, an eagle
on the other, along with the embossed letters spelling C-A-E-S-A-R! And
this huge, powerful dog wore it, too! Mark knew because he'd seen it
with his own sober eyes!
"I ... ah ... don't worry, Frank. There won't be any of that sort of
cruelty," the young deputy sheriff answered finally. "Destroy them as
mercifully as we can ... but do away with them! There'll be no peace in
the Valley until we do! Christ! Women and girls are afraid to walk the
streets here in town at night! There's never been anything the equal of
their animal-raping of human females in history, Frank!"
"I know, I know. I'm a reader myself, Mark," the rawboned man said with
a tight smile. Then: "I guess that's what makes me give more credence to
Granny Obert's 'old-wives tales' ..."
"Maybe ... maybe," Mark said, that implausibility an irksome concoction
of nonsense which had irritated him with Jeannie from the first moment
he'd heard it. Cause and effect: these he understood, while mythology
and fairy-tales had their places in the romance of fiction! They were
dealing with a vicious pack of wild-dogs that had somehow splashed over
into the human sexual world, but there was a logical answer for that,
too! And one day soon, some clever scientific mind would discover it,
but his job was to destroy the killing, raping flock before one of the
beasts took a local human life ... and before the word of the Valley's
weird dilemma caught the news media and they were infested with
reporters. Then, would follow the sight-seers, and Christ knows, the
Sheriff's office wasn't equipped for anything like that, especially the
protecting of them!
"Does Link know?" the rancher asked.
"About this posse ...? No. I haven't seen him this morning," Mark
answered. "Probably home sleeping. He was up all night ..."
"You want me to go fetch him?"
"Might not be a bad idea," the young deputy replied. "I'd like to have
us equipped and moving out by midafternoon. Why don't you do that Frank?
And ... and use a bit of finesse with the big-man, eh? He isn't going to
like the idea of his drinking cronies deleted from our group. Just ...
tell him Mark Blakely needs his help; that ought to inspire his ego."
The lean, older man understandingly grinned. "I'll take care of it," he
said, moving a step backward. "Don't worry, hell be back with us, Mark
..."
* * *
"Auuugggghhhh ... oh Christ!" Lydia Newell groaned and swore in her
obscenely naked position above the lewd, stretched-out frame of Link
Morgan.
She was tightly grasping the police-chief's long thick cock, her
wide-spread buttocks seated above its hard, bloated knob, as the heated
tip wormed its way into the tightly puckered hole of her brown-starred
anal ring.
Morgan wanted to taunt her, but he didn't dare! He'd gone the limit and
he knew it. Besides, the lurid sight of her eager white ass so obscenely
spread open, and her fevered concentration on worming the nozzle of his
massively heated penis into the stretching, babyish lips of her own anal
cavity was more than he'd ever bargained for!
He clutched at Annie's naked young body, both of them watching as the
straining bachelorette worked the spongy, inflamed head into her tiny
orifice. Lydia squirmed and wriggled her lewdly squatting, taut buttocks
around and down in her impatience to get the thick rod of hardened flesh
up into her unbelievably stretched rectal hole!
"Jesus Christ! You ever see anything like that?" Morgan blurted, making
teasing little up and down pelvic motions while Annie passionately
watched through lust-mesmerized eyes.
To the nakedly watchful girl, the sensual heiress seemed almost greedily
frantic as she lowered herself down onto the thick rod of hotly
throbbing flesh. The grunting little whimpers of torment she emitted
were wildly charging Annie's passion-flushed loins beyond belief!
"Oh ... oooohhhh!" the teenager suddenly gasped, as if the massively
thick shaft was impaling her own rectal passage! She writhed away from
her naked uncle, getting to her knees and scampering around to confront
the perspiring attractive face of Lydia. She moved up slightly between
Morgan's wide-spread legs and suddenly took in her tender hand, one of
the auburn-haired girl's firm, warm breasts with a sympathetic--even if
masochistic--envy! "D ... Does it hurt, Lydia ...? Hurt ...
beautifully?"
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh God, Baby!" the glazed, emerald-eyed girl cried. "I
... I ... oh ... it's horrible ... horribly beautiful ...! I love it
...!"
Morgan leered in animal lust, watching the naked young woman wantonly
gyrate her full, crescent-shaped white hips down ... down, inch by
tortured inch onto his burning length of hardened, hotly pulsating cock!
Uncontrollable grunts of whorish desire bubbled obscenely out of her as
she strained ever downward, until at last her softly yielding ass-cheeks
were pressed flat against his hairy pelvis. She was so tight that it
felt as if she'd ripped his foreskin back; he could swear there was
nothing but bloody, raw meat impaling her hotly constricting rectum! He
choked out a series of lewd sounds, almost fearfully beginning a
circular motion in an effort to lessen the searing stranglehold the
rubbery sleeve of her gripping channel had on his cramming, painfully
hard cock! Momentarily, his stretching actions paid off, and he began to
croon out guttural half-groans of animal delight as he thrust upward
with sadistic, hurting intentions, stuffing his eagerly throbbing flesh
to its last fractional measure up the velvety heated canal between her
lewdly offered white buttocks!
"Christ ... what a luscious tight ass you've got, Baby!" he gasped,
tensing and thrusting upward as she continued to squirm her tautened
buttocks down even tighter, forcing his sodomizing spear of hardness
even further up into her!
"Oh ... oh Christ, Morgan, you bullish-hung bastard ... it's going to
come right out my mouth!" she lewdly exclaimed, tossing her head from
side to side and making her ripely full breasts quiver in front of
Annie. Incredulous, weirdly erotic torment spread from the depths of her
brutally invaded anus throughout her body in every direction, as she
tentatively began to move up and down on his long hard shaft.
Perspiring, she worked to his vicious upthrusting stabs, feeling his
bulbous, blood-pulsing cock-head probing deeper into the tender,
quivering bowels of her belly! Good God ... nothing had ever been more
debasingly satiating!
From his stretched-out position beneath her, Morgan lustfully stared
with his head raised. He watched the long throbbing length of his thick
cock vanishing up into the obscenely stretched opening of her rectum!
The reddish, inflamed-looking inner-flesh clinging to his pulsing-veined
shaft obscenely intrigued him as she fucked it in and out of her. It
appeared and disappeared with the mind-bending up and down movements of
her smoothly rounded white hips, the tightly ovalled brown sheath
grasping and smothering it as if she never intended to let if free
again!
Christ! At first, he thought, the pressure had been almost unbearable,
but now it was just rubbery tight and wildly stimulating, the type of
potent influence that promised to draw the boiling cum right out of his
bloated balls with the ferocity of squirting, molten lead at every
stroke!
"Oh ... oh God, Uncle Link ...!" he heard Annie whimper and remembered
his potentate duties.
He couldn't help but goatishly chuckle at the wanton plea in her
whimpering teenage voice, additional sensations of lechery churning
inside his big, naked body and bringing new excitement to his gross
mind. "All right, time you got into the act, Honey," he rasped, checking
to see if the dresser-mirror was going to give him adequate viewing.
Then, to Lydia: "Come on, Baby, just stretch out these long, pretty legs
so Annie can get up between them! Now, lie back on my chest ... yeah,
like that!"
Lydia sensually moaned as she followed directions, feeling his big hot
hands reaching around her nakedness to clutch the swollen mounds of her
hotly palpitating breasts with a mauling lust. She rested her elbows on
the bed to hold her partially erect so she could watch while Annie
stared at both of them in driving, covetous hunger.
Lydia's darkly inviting cunt gaped up at her, its moistened pink crevice
trailing down to her soft white buttocks. She could clearly see her
uncle's huge glistening cock wedged splittingly between the rounded ass
cheeks, holding them wide apart, its thick brutal hardness buried to the
hilt up her wide-stretched rectum ... and his heavy cum-filled balls
seemed to pulsate as she stared in fascination at the salacious
spectacle.
"Well ...? What're you waiting for, Doll?" Morgan choked out. "Put that
fiery little tongue of yours to work!"
Annie needed no further prodding. From her kneed stance, she eagerly
lowered her young face, nestling it to Lydia's sweet, piquant-smelling
loins! She started her excited, hot tongue at the base of Morgan's
sperm-seething balls, orally bathing them before working upward to lick
at the underside of the exposed half-inch of his anally entombed cock.
Then, laving her way up through the moistly pink inner-flesh of Lydia's
splayed cunt, she finally sucked the older girl's blushing pussy lips
and quivering little clitoris into her teenaged mouth with a voracious
little slurping sound!
"Uuuuhhhh ... ooohhh yessss!" Lydia gasped, reaching down with one hand
to caress the young girl's long, chestnut tresses, as passionate tremors
of lust-blinding pleasure spasmed her naked body. She began to slowly
move her impaled buttocks up and down on Morgan's plundering, long
hardness, at the same time pressing and grazing her passion-fired cunt
against the kneeling teenaged girl's wildly sucking mouth.
Frantically, Annie lashed her fervid wet tongue around, over, and up,
and into Lydia's moistly clasping pussy, as a feral heat seethed in her
trembling young belly and loins. She reached back between her own spread
thighs to the tight wet lips of her cunt, fingering the warm,
down-fringed puffiness apart, and then began to massage the
pleasure-bringing bud of her tiny, erect clitoris!
God, it was beautiful ... beyond any erotic rapture she had ever
imagined, Annie luridly thought, and she never wanted it to end! The
aphrodisiacal taste and aroma of Lydia's nakedly wet cunt was maddening,
and the obscene thought that Uncle Link's huge cock was fucking up the
beautiful woman's ass while she licked and sucked this warmly succulent
pussy was spinning her mind into a lust-enchanting orbit all her own!
Frantically, Annie slid her outstretched finger along the wet crevice
between her feverish cunt-lips to the snugly nibbling mouth of her own
dilated vagina, then unhesitantly rammed it up into the liquid,
simmering channel. Almost immediately, she inserted another, and still
another into the wet, burning hole up between her legs, while both Lydia
and her Uncle increased their moans and grunts! Wildly, she began to
fuck her extended fingers in and out of her inflamed pussy-channel as
she licked and sucked in rhythm to the frenzied sodomizing cadence
beneath her!
Morgan was in paradise ... surrounded by the potentate's willing harem,
he luridly reasoned, as he brutally fucked up into Lydia Newell's
obscenely stretched anus. The nakedly voluptuous woman ground her
frenzied, softly yielding buttocks down with sluttish ferocity while he
mauled her hot, swollen breasts ... and gaped at himself in the
dresser-mirror! His burning eyes caught sight of Annie. Christ, the kid
was going right out of her young nympho-skull, licking and sucking
Lydia's pinkly splayed cunt while she finger-fucked her own tight little
pussy in fevered ecstasy! Her slackened, pretty teenaged features
glistened wetly with the juices from the auburn-haired girl's
passion-drenched cunt, and occasionally he heard mewling hums of hunger
blending with Lydia's to drown out his own.
Then ... suddenly Annie was reaching back over her wide-spread young
ass-cheeks with her other hand and ... and ... yes, goddamnit, she was
shoving her middle finger into the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole!
Oh shit ... this is too much for a man my age! I'll have a fucking
seizure! He saw her worming the stiffened finger deeper and deeper into
the youthful little opening between the ovaled white moons of her lushly
rounded, teenaged ass, until the digit was buried up to the palm of her
hand!
Goddamnit ... if it's an ass-fucking she wants, I'll give her plenty
from now on! He felt his heatedly pulsating shaft jerk in excitement as
he saw a sudden spilling of viscous fluids from her tight pussy bathing
her cunt-fucking hand ... and that was just about all he could stand!
Almost frantically, Annie licked and sucked the steaming wet cunt fused
to her teenaged mouth, until suddenly Lydia half-shrieked: "Oooohhh ...
Baby, Baby ... I-I'm going to cum ...! Yesss ... now ... fuck my ass,
Morgan! Eat my hot cunt, Baby ... I-I'm cuummmmiinngggg ...!" Then the
ecstatic spasms seized her and her nakedly sprawled hips fell into an
uncontrollably irregular cadence, even pausing at one point in mid-air.
Lustfully the big, straining man beneath her began to swear. "Pound your
ass!" he raged. "Goddamn you ... don't stop now! Pound your fucking ass
...!"
"Aaauugghhhh ... ooohhhhh ...!" Annie began to chant, in the throes of
her own orgasm as Lydia picked up the tempo once more, her climax
seeming unending.
Then, Lydia heard Morgan's obscene oath beneath her and felt the first
gushes of his scalding cum splutter into the remote, eagerly milking
depths of her sodomized rectum! It surged through her body with the
torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like
seething liquid fire! The delicious sensation tripped her second climax,
and she screamed as the powerful maelstrom of sensuous pleasure
overwhelmed her!
Then, at last she felt the unrelenting hardness of his huge thick penis
dissipating, growing uselessly flaccid, and could feel the spilling of
his hot cum beginning to seep out from the widely stretched opening of
her spasming anus. She raised up to a sitting position and saw the
collapsed, naked young loveliness of Annie still gasping between her
wide-spread legs. A faint smile lesbianistically twisted Lydia's moistly
parted lips. Once more, she caressed the young girl's head, then saw the
loving teenaged eyes flash up at her in welcoming understanding.
Lydia climbed off the big man, a lewd, hissing sound escaping her rectum
as she lifted her burning nether-hole from his deflated shaft. Her naked
legs weakly trembled when she stood and then she shuddered as a
loathsome sensation swept through her at the sight of his aging,
corpulent body.
"My father would destroy you, Morgan, if he knew about this!" she spat
down at him. "Just don't forget that ... and don't ever think you have
any claims on me, understand?"
"Shit ... shit, Lydia, I told you downstairs before ...!" the naked
police chief stammered, sitting up, surprised at her uncalled-for anger.
"Fuck you, big man! I know you like a book. There isn't a decent bone in
your lecherous body!" Lydia venomously hissed. "Furthermore, your
incestuous little games with this young girl is over! I'm taking her to
the A and B with me where she can have some of the things she deserves!"
"What ...? Now just a goddamned minute, Lydia!" Morgan, dumbstruck,
jumped up from the bed ... but that was as far as he got. The ring of
the front door-bell interrupted him. He looked to his niece's raised-up,
naked young body on the bed and said: "Who the hell can that be?"
The teenaged girl shook her head, hardly conscious, or even caring about
the sound, the exciting words of Lydia Newell completely taking charge
of all her thoughts.
"Well go see!" Morgan snarled, his confused rage mounting.
"Go yourself, big man!" Lydia put in, laying a restraining hand on
Annie's nakedly smooth white shoulder. "She's all finished waiting on
you ... and you better get to understand that, unless you want the wrath
of Aaron Newell right down on your lecherous fucking head!"
Chapter 6
The moments of relief Jean Blakely had briefly enjoyed at the
realization that Mark was not about to make an issue of the night
before, and especially, tell all to Steve as he'd threatened, were
short-lived. The shared emotions were no less predominant in Carol
Foster. Though pleased at Mark's decision to spare her young husband's
feelings, his revealed plans to definitely destroy Caesar and his pack
had nearly sickened her with concern.
Throughout the morning, the two young wives had attempted to console one
another, but by noon when Steve arose and left the house to join the
posse, they knew that their efforts were useless. Both had reached a
state of near-panicky concern for the welfare of the massive wild animal
they had uncontrollably come to love!
"Still, Honey ... he's managed to elude all attempts they've made so
far," Carol reminded her lovely, blonde-haired hostess over their
umpteenth cup of coffee. "Is there any reason to believe he can't go on
doing it ...?"
"Only the law of averages, Carol," Jean replied, her small hand
trembling as it raised the cup, her smoky-blue eyes level with the
willowy brunette's incandescent, dark ones. "And up until now, Mark
hasn't entered the hunting picture. He's determined, Carol ...
determined to destroy Caesar ... and I can't let him do that!"
Carol Foster watched the full lower-lip of her closest friend
solicitously quiver, the tears that had been ever present all morning
once more dampening the beautiful young wife's alluring eyes. "But ...
but, darling, why do you think he'll be more successful than Link
Morgan, or the others? You, yourself, said that the Chief of Police is
considered the most skilled hunter in the Valley ..."
"Oh Carol ... don't you see?" Jean tried to explain. "Mark is a very
capable hunter, himself, and certainly a much more thorough man than
Morgan. There'll be no liquor passing around amongst the men this time
... and most of all, Mark has a very personal reason, or believes he
has, to want the beautiful animal dead! Oh God ...!"
Carol needed no resume concerning the latter fact. Though she could well
understand his jealous reasoning, her sympathy was with Jean. Wasn't
she, herself, nearly as much under the handsome animal's spell as the
golden-haired girl seated across from her? Fleeting moments of her first
night in the house when Caesar had mistakenly come to her, flashed
through the vivacious brunette's anxious mind. Yes ... yes, Jean was
right; they just couldn't sit there and let those men destroy the erotic
beast ...!
"Oh Jean ... wh-what can we do ...?"
"I-I don't know, Carol, but I've got to try and do something ... at
least, somehow warn him that they're out to kill him!" the young,
curvaceous blonde wife exclaimed, suddenly getting to her feet.
"But how, Darling? I want to help, too!" the other earnestly declared.
"But ... but where do we start?"
"I-I'm not sure ... somewhere out in those hills, I suppose!" Jean
wildly reasoned. "I-I know we'll never find him ... but maybe he'll find
us!" She stared excitedly into Carol's sparkling eyes, her decision to
act restoring some measure of confidence. "I-It's the only way I know to
help him! Are ... you with me, Carol ...?"
"Yes ... yes! It may be crazy, but I agree, Honey ... we have to do
something!"
"Then, come on ... let's change into clothes a little more practical for
scouting!"
* * *
Link Morgan was a very infuriated man by the time he reached the
Crescent Inn Tavern. Not only had he not slept in over twenty-four
hours, but he'd just been thoroughly out-maneuvered by a cock-happy,
spirited bitch named Lydia Newell! Without the slightest qualm, she had
brazenly devoided him of his luscious, fuckable, suckable young niece
Annie, and he didn't know how nor if, there was a goddamned thing he
could do about it! Then, before he'd had time to regroup his mental
forces, Frank Clifford had stood at his door saying something about a
hunting posse being formed to wipe out the wild-pack with Mark Blakely
leading it, and the deputy would like him to ride with them!
Shit, he could ill afford not to, and that was the truth! With three of
his wanted, teenaged pushers hiding out in those hills, he damned sure
didn't intend that Blakely should stumble onto them! Not that he gave a
damn for their welfare, but sure as hell they'd crack under questioning
and implicate him! He knew well enough where they were hidden and it
shouldn't be too difficult to steer the deputy and his bunch clear of
the place ...
Sonofabitch, he thought as he drove toward the Inn, following Clifford
in his pick-up, he'd think of some way to counter that Lydia bitch's
lesbianistic piracy! He wasn't about to give up his little Annie after
just turning on the nympho sex in her! Not by a damn sight!
His powerful legs trembled as he climbed from the car and walked toward
the Inn, a combination, he realized, of no sleep and the wild fucking of
lecherous young Lydia Newell taking their toll. Christ, that part of it
had almost been worth the fee, he luridly thought, but not quite. His
niece's sixteen-year old, rounded white tail of the pair, had a lot more
lustful miles in it, and somehow he intended to reclaim its hot,
youthful beauty ...!
"What the hell's going on, Blakely?" the big man growled, grabbing a
chair at Mark's table and dropping down onto it. "What's this about a
posse?"
The young deputy sheriff glanced at Steve Foster across from him, then
calmly advised the arrogant police chief of his plans and how he'd
selected the other hunters. Finally, he added: "No liquor, Link ... not
on this mission."
"Wh-What the hell's it going to be, a meeting of the A.A. for Christ'
sake?" the big man spat, his blood-shot, mean eyes and whiskey-flushed
face twisted in a half-grin. "Hell, a man needs a nip or two out there
to keep him going, Deputy. I don't know about any of the rest, but I'm
taking a pint with me ..."
"Then, we'll count you out of this expedition, Link," Mark said, with a
matter-of-fact pencil-strike through the police officer's name on the
paper. "I said, there'll be no booze on this posse ..."
"And who the hell are you to give the orders in my town, Blakely?" the
barrel-chested man angrily snarled, kicking back his chair and standing,
his huge hands balling into ham-like fists.
The sound of male voices around them suddenly died into silence, but in
several reminiscing minds, a shivering, similar occurrence of years past
was vividly recalled! It too, had dealt with a Blakely, Mark's father,
and this very same police chief had been his antagonist! Even Mark
couldn't help but note the shuddering parallel, for it'd been shortly
following his dad's public beating of Morgan that he'd been accidentally
shot and killed while riding in a hunting posse ... and by the huge man
who stood ragingly before him!
With every ounce of effort he could muster, Mark forced his own anger
under control as he stared unflinchingly upward into the big man's
fury-reddened face. "It may well be your jurisdiction in town, Link, but
outside those city limits, it's mine ... and we'll do this my way!
That's final! There'll be no liquor before or while we ride! If you're
agreeable, we want you with us ... and that's the way it is, Link!"
The powerful man's strained breathing filled the room. There was no
question to any tensed occupant there but that he was struggling
desperately to determine his next move, though they could hardly reason
how or why he decided as he did. Only the big police chief, himself,
realized that he couldn't chance discovery of the three wanted teenagers
hiding in the hills. But there were other ways ... one in particular
that was evilly forming in his enraged brain. He'd been shamed in front
of everyone, just as the sonofabitch's old-man had publicly shamed him
... and no one could do that to Link Morgan and get away with it ...!
Mark carefully watched the other, trying to anticipate any sudden move
he might make. And then, he heard the massive man's sudden release of
breath, indicating that the immediate crisis might be passed.
"All right, Blakely ... okay," Link Morgan huskily said. "You win this
round. I-It's more important that we finish off that goddamned wild-pack
first ... then, you and me ... we'll settle our differences man to man,
once and for all! Agreed?"
Mark shrugged his young, broad shoulders. "If that's what you want,
Link. I'm ready anytime ... after this Caesar menace is done away with."
"Good ... then, let's get to destroying the fucking mutt-rapist and his
pack!" the big man growled. "I'm ready ...!"
"And so are the rest of us, Mark!" Frank Clifford put in. "Okay," Mark
nodded, getting to his feet. "We'll use cars as far as Frank's ranch.
The horses are there waiting for us. Any questions ...? Then, let's go
... .!"
* * *
The sun had reached slightly beyond its zenith when Jean Blakely and
Carol Foster in shirts, slacks and rubber-soled tennis shoes, all that
Jean could find, alighted from their car. Jean had driven the vehicle
into the deserted old quarry at the base of an easily accessible
foot-hill, confident that it was not apt to be discovered there. She had
kept presence of mind enough to bring along a canteen filled with water,
which she could carry over her shoulder, and both girls had stuffed
crackers in their pockets, just in case ...
Moving upward at an untiring gait, the young wives talked sparingly, as
if conserving their energies. Often, they stopped to listen to the great
silence growing heavier around them as they ascended, hoping to hear a
bark or howl which could give them a direction to follow. But they heard
nothing, with the exception of the ever-increasing, hushed wildness
surrounding them.
If nothing else, Jean thought, following a little apprehensive twinge at
one point when she glanced back, the hushed tranquillity was certainly
conducive to looking into one's soul! And that, she had been doing for
the past hour as they climbed ... wondering how it was all going to end,
and what was to happen between Mark and herself. There was no question
in her mind but that she loved him as much, perhaps more, than ever ...
though he might well come to hate her for what she was doing! But even
so, she had to do it, had to try and protect her animal-lover ... the
handsome dog that had brought her such unequalled, sensual pleasure
these past days ... and nights! Dear God ... she couldn't imagine him
dead ... murdered ... a bullet ripping into his beautiful loving body
and perhaps from Mark's very rifle ...!
"Hey ...! Maybe, we should take a little rest, Honey?" Carol said,
catching hold of her arm and moving around to look into her face.
"Y-You're crying! What is it, Baby ...? Don't worry, we'll find him in
time ..."
Jean sniffled loudly and nodded her head, making the pony-tail she'd
quickly formed her long blonde-hair into, bob cutely to her dark-eyed
friend. "I-I was just thinking, is all," she said, finding a hankie and
blowing her nose.
Carol took the canteen and drank from it, then passed it to Jean who
capped it without drinking. The willowy brunette was looking back toward
the general direction of the route they'd followed, an anxious
expression momentarily clouding her attractive face. Jean saw it, then
watched the girl look upward at the position of the sun.
"I-It's getting on," Carol said. "Did you bring a watch?"
"No."
Again, her vivacious partner looked skyward. "Must be around
four-o'clock. Still some four hours or more of daylight. D-Do you think
you can remember the way back, Jean?"
For a moment, the blonde wife didn't answer. Then: "I'm not sure ... but
Caesar'll know the way, once we find him!"
Carol uncontrollably snapped a sharp, discerning glance at the other,
reading the desperation in Jean's wide, blue eyes. God, they appeared
almost vacant for one brief second, and she couldn't help but wonder if
the reoccurring effects of the LSD wasn't again creeping over her! Oh
Lord, she hoped not! And there was a storm brewing off to the east,
heavy, dark menacing clouds that were rapidly moving in their direction!
Damn ... had they made a foolish mistake coming into these deceiving
hills this way ...?
"M-Maybe, we should start back down, Jean," the lithesome brunette
suggested in a catching voice. "It's getting late, and there's a storm
coming, see ...?"
Jean looked at her in surprise, almost as if she could hardly believe
her friend's words. She began to answer by shaking her head. Then: "I
have no intentions of going back down until I find him, Carol! I've got
to warn him, don't you understand? You go back if you want ... take the
water ... but I'm going on ... right down through that gully and up that
furthest hill! I don't know whether I'm right or not, but it has a
remote look ... wild and forbidden enough to be the sort of place he
would go ...!"
"Damnit, Jean!" Carol gasped. "I just can't go off and leave you up here
like this! Please ... try to realize that he's a very capable animal,
and that he's stayed alive this long! We've done our best ...!"
"No, I said! I'm not going back down, Carol!" Jean distraughtly
exclaimed. "I've got to find him! I'd never be able to live with myself
if I didn't try to stop the killing of one of my lovers by another! How
could I? Here, take the water! I'm going on ...!"
"Wait!" Carol called after her when the voluptuous pony-tailed blonde
had taken a half-dozen steps.
"Well ...?" Jean replied, turning to face her friend.
"Well ...? Well, shit! I'm going with you! What do you think ...?"
* * *
Mark's posse, with both him and Link Morgan riding lead horses, ascended
into the hills at a pace-sparing rate, designed to save the animals
until something concrete gave them a sign. The hours beneath the hot,
California sun passed slowly, but by late afternoon they were well into
the depths where Mark began to feel they would find something. After a
rest period in which they ate and drank lightly, they progressed toward
a thick wooded and brush-filled area, finding their first indications.
The remains of a recently killed sheep were scattered about, along with
the obvious stool of dogs, sufficient to advise both Mark and Link
Morgan that the wild-pack had been there not too many hours before.
"What do you think, Link?" the young deputy questioned the older and
more experienced hunter.
"Well ... after this, my guess would be they'd head for water," the big
man said. "Probably off to the south toward Wiley's Stream. That's the
nearest," he added, hoping the other wouldn't see through his lie.
"How about the pond?" Mark asked, nodding his head eastward in the
general direction of a spring-fed, small body of water he was familiar
with. "Red Heart mountain is there, too, and honeycombed with caves ...
perfect lairs for them to avoid the elements, like that storm that's
coming up."
"No ... I don't think so," Morgan replied without looking at him. "This
sonofabitch is too smart to pick the obvious. Besides, we scoured that
area last night ..."
"Maybe," Mark said, looking off toward the sky-rising hill called Red
Heart, his own intellects drawing him in that direction. "But I still
think that's where he ... they, might hole-up. It's a perfect terrain
for that uncanny brute to ferret out ..."
"I don't know, Mark," Frank Clifford put in. "I don't want to interfere,
but Link's got a good point. Besides, if the posse last night covered
that area, no use of backtracking."
His timely butting-in was all Link needed. Trying not to show it, he
leaped onto the opening. "Well ... the deputy's got a point, too. We
covered that ground at night ... could be more productive in daylight."
"So ...? What you got in mind, Link?" Frank Clifford asked.
"An idea ... that maybe we should split up. There's twenty-two of us all
together ... more than enough divided to take care of that fucking horde
should either group come across them," the scheming police chief said,
knowing that he'd have to somehow slip away from his group to do what he
intended. But that wouldn't be too difficult, and he knew these hills
like the back of his hand. He could find Blakely's posse with little
effort, then, completely destroy the broken-down rifle he had carried in
his saddlebag purposely for the job ... after it was done!
"I don't know," Mark started, somehow uneasy with the idea of splitting
the men. But several more came forward in agreement, finally persuading
him. "Well ... all right, if all of you think it's best," he said,
glancing toward Steve who was constantly making notes. "Chief Morgan
will head one group, and I'll handle the other. We'll plan to meet at
Razor Ridge. Whichever group gets there first, waits for the other.
Should any of us hear a lot of shooting, we'll know the others have
discovered the pack. Okay?"
A conglomeration of agreements filled the mountain air. Then, Mark
added: "Should either party come onto them, I insist there be no
brutality, understand? Kill them quick and clean!"
"Right!" Frank Clifford and several others chimed in.
"Okay," Mark said. "Let's decide who's riding with whom ...?"
Chapter 7
Caesar's vantage point was such that he could witness the two groups of
horse-carried, male humans moving in separate directions, as well as his
golden-one and the fiery-eyed female stumbling through the ravine below
him. Only the huge barrier of rocks divided the party of males from the
pair of females he had thought were his friends! Now, his keen animal
brain sought other answers! By chance alone had he, through intuitive
instinct, become aware of the mass human presence and moved above them
to investigate! What he saw slowly enraged him! They had deeply
penetrated his domain, with both the golden-one's male-human and the
brute-man heading them! But more hurting than all else was the apparent
fact that his loving, human-mate and the fiery-eyed one had somehow
brought them there!
For a long moment, the great and powerful animal stood picturesquely
outlined against the skyline, his tongue licking out characteristically;
then, a deep whimper emitted from his broad chest. He had been betrayed!
How, he was not yet certain, but retribution for such traitorism he was
inherently steeped in! The handsome, massive animal whimpered inside
himself once more before he backed off, turned, then leaped away as
silently as he'd appeared!
* * *
A sudden rumble of deep, distant thunder sent a curdling chill up Carol
Foster's spine. From behind, she called to the girl only yards in front
of her and said: "It's a storm, Jean! Let's find someplace to get out of
it!"
The young blonde wife paused to look back, almost as if just remembering
at that moment that Carol was with her. "We'll start climbing right
here," she said. "There's an overhanging ledge up there; it'll shelter
us. Anyway, it's just a little thunderstorm ..."
"We should have turned back!" Carol said, reaching her and grasping onto
the other's arms. "This is crazy, Jean ...!"
"Oh ... ooohhh, Carol, I'm sorry!" the blonde girl exclaimed. "I told
you to go back ...!"
"Damnit, I'm not about to go anywhere without you!"
"Are you afraid?"
"Well, it's getting dark enough to be ... and that storm's almost on top
of us, girl, if you haven't seen it!" Carol half-whimpered. "I-I mean if
... if we only knew where we were going ...!"
Jean started to console her friend, but she never had to. The sudden
appearance of a horse carrying the huge frame of Link Morgan whipped her
breath away. For a moment, she stood as frozen, then undeniably welcomed
the sight of the big Chief of Police.
"Look!" she said, pointing. "It's Chief Morgan!"
Carol did, not in the least disappointed with his unexpected appearance,
though she could think of others that might be more pleasing! "Oh Goddd
...!" she sighed.
"What the hell you girls trying to do, kill yourselves?" Morgan blurted.
Apprehensively, he looked up at the clouded skies. "In seconds, there'll
be a downpour that'll send flash-floods all through these gullies! Come
on!" he ordered, swinging down from his mount. "Let's climb!"
* * *
Struggling on hands and knees into the mouth of a cave, Jean couldn't
help but wonder what would happen to the horse Link Morgan had abandoned
below! She turned to help Carol behind her, and then the big frame of
Link Morgan who moved into the cave opening with surprising agility. She
hardly noticed the faint smirk curling the lips of the police chief as
she looked down to see the saddled animal standing fast ...
Morgan read the concern on her face, his smirk broadening. The horse was
in no danger, he knew, getting to his feet and setting his rifle against
the wall of rock. There'd be no flash-flood ... probably no more than a
few drops of rain, but it'd been the perfect gimmick to scare them up
into the cave!
He'd had no problem getting away from his party! Putting Frank Clifford
in charge, he'd used the excuse that he wanted to investigate a distance
into the ravine for signs, and that he'd join up with them later on the
other side of Wiley's Stream. His plan, of course, was to double back
and sight Mark Blakely's group from a perfect ambush point he was well
familiar with ... but what the hell ... here he'd stumbled onto
Blakely's wife, along with that goddamned writer's doll!
Shit, he'd almost tumbled out of the saddle when he spotted them. After
all, they didn't exactly compose the scene a man expected to find in the
depths of this friggin' wild country! But there was hardly time to
speculate on why, or what the hell they were doing there; only that they
were starting to scale the accessible bank was important! And the
goddamned cave where those three teenaged punks were holed-up was
directly above them! What the hell, there was nothing to do but join
them and revamp his plans! The deputy was going to win a few more
minutes reprieve ...!
"The horse ... will it be all right?" Jean anxiously questioned the big
lawman.
"Don't worry, it'll take care of itself," Morgan replied, his mean eyes
ogling Jean's appealing curves the tight slacks and shirt were
temptingly enhancing. The ripely pointed mounds of her firm breasts were
straining the shirt-front, while the slacks were stretched tautly over
the smooth, rounded ovals of her buttocks and across the small swelling
of her belly, snugly clinging to the puffy "vee" at the adjoining angle
her voluptuously full thighs formed. He couldn't help but remember her
naked beauty. The night he'd fucked her at Lydia's! Christ ...! "The
question is, what're you girls up to in these hills?" he probed, though
a crazy goddamned answer was already forming in his tired brain.
"We ... we were hiking and got lost," Carol quickly put in when she saw
Jean struggling for words.
"Y-Yes ... that's it ... we got lost!' Jean followed, nodding her
pony-tailed head.
A grin stretched the police chief's lips. He shifted his glance to the
vivacious, willowy brunette, his lustful eyes rakingly appraising her
lissome, curved, young body. There was something fiery in her expression
that intrigued him, even reminded him of Lydia Newell, that illusion
alone enough to cause a stirring in his heavy loins. He said: "You ah
... you don't expect me to believe that shit, do you? I mean, with a
pack of wild raping dogs menacing these hills, you dollies just come out
for a hike? Let's try another answer, what do you say?"
"I-I don't believe it's necessary for us to give you any explanations,
Link Morgan!" Jean suddenly snapped at him, then turned to Carol. "Come
on, let's get out of this place! The sun is shining again ...!" She
paused at the odd expression on her friend's attractive face. The
brunette wife was looking beyond her toward the back of the cave, with
her small, slender nose raised as if she were smelling something ...
"What is it, Carol ...?"
Jean pivoted to follow the direction of her stare before the other could
answer, noticing for the first time that the tunnel was quite deep and
arched off to the right ...! And ... and there was some sort of light
... a flickering light, similar to what a flame might cause ...!
"D-Do you smell that, Jean?" Carol hesitatingly questioned, suddenly
looking toward the big frame of a grinning Link Morgan. "I-It's
marijuana ... pot! Someone's back there ...!"
When Jean swung around toward Morgan, he had picked up his rifle and was
using it to point in the direction of the flickering light. "Too late
now, girls," he growled, his voice undeniably threatening, his red-face
an open leer. "I don't know what I'll wind up doing with you, but we'll
decide that when the time comes. Get moving, both of you! Let's go back
and join the company!"
"Oh ... oh God, Jean ...!" Carol frightenedly hesitated, grasping the
young blonde wife's hand.
"Don't be afraid, Carol!" Jean bravely pretended, taking the brunette's
small hand and holding it tightly in her equally tiny one, even as her
flesh began to crawl at what might await them ahead. She'd already had
experience with Link Morgan!
"Move!" the corrupt police chief barked, slapping them both luridly
across their full buttocks, a lustful charge taunting his groin at the
resilient give of their rounded ass-cheeks. "Maybe, we'll just have a
party while we're making up our minds what to do with you bitches!"
They did, clinging to one another's hand, Jean stumbling once over an
unseen rock, but quickly catching her balance. Then, as they rounded the
bend in the hollowed-out cavern and the flickering light grew more
illuminous, they saw them! Automatically, the two young wives halted
side by side in shocked apprehension! Neither could find her voice ...
but before them, stretched out on what looked like soiled mattresses and
blankets, lay three naked men ... no ... boys!
"Good God ...!" Carol gasped, the words choking from her throat!
"Wh-What is this ...?"
Jean had yet to speak, but a myriad of unwanted reflections were racing
through her brain! The three of them were little more than teenagers ...
and smoking crudely-made cigarettes in the candle light surrounding
them! The small area reeked of the sweetish aroma, but it was not that
as much as their lewd nakedness and the still unexplained attack upon
her nights ago that sent clammy chills rippling upward along her spine!
Somehow, at that horrifying moment, she knew that these were the three
masked attackers Caesar had driven off that first night ...!
"You dumb fucks!" Morgan vilely barked out from behind them, each young
wife sensing her own particular reaction to the graphic four-letter
word. "A whole goddamned army could march in here and you pricks
wouldn't know it!"
As if some authoritative monarch had spoken, the pair of trembling girls
saw the three naked, teenaged boys bolt erect from their mattresses to
face them open-mouthed, their eyes glazed with the effects of the
marijuana.
Jean, as shocked as she was, couldn't keep her unbelieving stare from
raking over their partially hardened young genitals, the thought lewdly
occurring to her that they may well have been carrying on a homosexual
orgy ...!
"Geez, Chief ... we didn't hear you, honest!" the tallest, a skinny,
pimply-faced boy blurted out, obviously trying to focus his eyes on them
as he absently clutched at his half-hard penis.
Carol had yet to accept the absolutely obscene spectacle as anything but
a lurid nightmare! She clung to Jean's hand while she watched the thin,
acne-faced youth fondling his naked, half-erect penis, as were the other
two, and at the same time try to talk to the terrible man behind them!
God almighty! What had they stumbled onto?
"By the looks of you cock-heads," Link Morgan obnoxiously spat, "you've
not only been playing suck-suck, but you've been smoking up too much of
my profits, damn you!" With that, he set down his rifle and cupped both
Jean and Carol's rounded, full buttocks in his big hands, moving between
them to force them forward into the hollowed-out, high-roofed enclosure.
"But we'll settle that later. Right now, look what I brought along,
luscious, tender cunt ... and you boys ought to remember the blonde one,
our noble deputy sheriff's wife?"
Link Morgan's obscene use of words, as well as his goatish hand
manipulations, were not unfamiliar to Jean. Even so, she couldn't help
the unwanted, acid-influenced sensations they set off in her trembling,
soft belly. Though she was choked right up to her tonsils with unashamed
fear, her immediate concern for Carol was foremost in her aghast mind.
Jean continued to cling encouragingly to her friend's shaking hand,
hoping to God that Carol would forgive her if they ever came out of this
horror alive ...!
"Yeah ... I remember her, Chief!" the long-haired, runtish boy of the
three exclaimed, lewdly working the foreskin of his semi-stiffened penis
back and forth before Carol's fixed, disbelieving eyes! "She's the broad
we were all going to rape, eh? You know, the night the goddamned wild
dog broke it up ...!"
"You see what I mean?" Morgan roared. "I can't trust you cocksuckers!"
"Goddamn you, shut-up, Billy!" the third, a strong, well-built teenager
ordered. "You want to get us all hung?"
"You're already hung, you pricks!" the police chief spat, sitting down
on a rock-formation? "Maybe, we all are ... but we're going to go out in
a blaze of glory! Come on, damn you, strip these broads! I intend to
have my cock sucked!"
With Link Morgan's foul-worded intentions ringing lewdly in her ears,
Jean gazed regrettably into Carol's shocked eyes. God, had she not been
such a stubborn fool; if only she'd turned back when her friend wanted
to ...! Yet, there was no power on earth that could have made her do
that, she realized! But more horrible than all else, now she would never
be able to warn Caesar ...! Oh God ...!
Suddenly, the thin, acne-faced boy whom Jean knew to be Leo Vincent, a
local young hoodlum, began to jump up and down in an imbecilic sort of
dance, causing his partially rigid, teenage penis and hanging testicles
to luridly waggle and jounce. "I've got it, Chief!" he squealed in his
drugged world. "I've got it! We'll get 'em high on pot first, then we'll
have a real orgy!"
"Hey, that's wild!" Corky White, the bigger, good-looking brother of the
runtish, long-haired one, agreed. "How about it, Chief ...?"
"Fuck, I don't care what the hell you do with them!" Morgan spat, his
cruel eyes reflecting the ungovernable lust again mounting inside him.
"Just get 'em naked and give me the black-haired bitch! She's got that
wild gleam in her eyes that I want to watch as she sucks me off!"
Carol sensed an unreasonable tremor flutter through her sensual loins
and belly at the gross man's obscenely spewed words, even as their vile
meaning nauseously registered in her horrified brain! Whether her nearly
paralyzing fear was as much for her own welfare as Jean's, she didn't
know at that point! The entire abominable scene was such an impossible
nightmare! But of one thing she felt certain, Jean could well go
absolutely berserk from the effects of pot on top of the LSD this brutal
man had fed her ...!
The naked, long-haired boy who someone had called Billy was confronting
her then, grinning like an idiot while he filthily posed with his
youthful genitals thrust forward, his hand lewdly massaging his now
rigidly hardened young penis! To her left, laughingly hopping toward
Jean with equally salacious gestures, was the bigger, well-built
brother, his long, thick teenaged cock formidably poling out from his
obscenely clutching fist, while the third sat nakedly on the mattress
singing and rolling the mind-bending weed into joints!
"Oh God ...!" Carol gasped as Corky White suddenly began to pull at her
clothing and she half-twisted to look pleadingly toward the evilly
watching Link Morgan. "Please ... do whatever you want to me, but Jean
... she's still not herself from the LSD! Marijuana could permanently
damage her ...!"
"You tug at my heart strings, cunt!" Morgan leered, watching with tired,
lustful eyes as Corky half-tore the shirt from her, then shoved his
fingers into the white lacy front of her sheer bra, ripping it away with
one mean jerk! Her firm, white breasts rippled swayingly in their sudden
release, and the long-haired boy eagerly clutched their rounded,
ruby-nippled fullness in his dirty, clawlike hands, raising a goatish
chuckle from the corrupt police chief. "Fuck her! How do you like to
suck cock? That's all that interests me right now, baby!" Morgan
taunted, while her drug-affected tormentor suddenly half-squatted to
luridly suck the tender, pointed tip of one breast into his tonguing,
teeth-nibbling mouth!
"Oh ... oh please ...!" Jean heard Carol whimper out in pain and tried
to turn and help her. But it was futile! The naked, strapping boy who
had immediately dropped onto his knees before her and was lewdly pulling
down her slacks and panties had already dug his strong fingers into the
soft, sensitive flesh of her nakedly exposed hips! And as she stood
there totally helpless, her jerked-down clothing fettering her below the
knees, he forced her to shamefully spread her legs as he buried his
teenaged, good-looking face between her trembling thighs into her
defenselessly naked loins!
Even in her fear-stricken state, Jean couldn't deny the erotic
sensations that surged from her sensuous vaginal flesh through her
convulsing belly and upward to her brain, at the lustfully shocking
penetration of his hot, wet tongue between her pussy-lips! She not only
felt, but watched his young face nestled to her loins, the unmerciful
contact of his hotly lashing, ravaging tongue with her spasming clitoris
completely distorting her mental capacities! Yet, somehow, she
restrained the urge to reach down and clutch at his head ... to pull his
youthfully handsome face tighter into her rapidly firing cunt which had
continuously simmered with insatiable want since they had drugged her
...!
The goddamned wild sight was more lustfully stimulating than Morgan had
conceived it! The three bare-assed drug-freaks had stripped the pair of
luscious bitches completely naked and were doing every filthy thing to
them their warped brains could imagine! Screw! After the ball-draining
session with Lydia and Annie, he'd doubted that he'd ever get a hard-on
again, but there he sat with his hugely throbbing cock swollen as rigid
as a wagon-tongue! Christ ...! What the hell was he going to do with
them ... not only the broads, but those half-queer pot-heads, when he
was finished with them? Kill 'em? What else? All five were a destructive
menace to his existence! Shit ... he'd take care of that when the time
came ... but right now ...?
His mean eyes burned as they stared at the way Corky White was making
Blakely's wife stand with her shapely white legs spread wide apart, his
fucking face buried in her blonde-curled cunt! But it was the
pimply-faced Vincent who'd kneeled behind her and was making her spread
her rounded, full ass-cheeks for him so that he could lick her little
asshole that was really sending the evil-minded police chief! And his
potential cock-sucker, in all of her willowy, supple nakedness, standing
spread-legged while the long-haired Billy ate her pussy and
simultaneously, finger-fucked her ass-hole! Christ! He had to get in on
this act, himself ...!
"Okay ... the pot ... the pot!" Leo Vincent suddenly exclaimed, jumping
to his feet. "It's the weed-time before we really set sail, eh?"
Carol sensed her naked, full-set breasts rising and falling in
uncontrollable arousal as the long-haired teenager abruptly deserted
her, the hotly tingling inner-flesh of her defenseless young pussy
seething with the flames he had obscenely licked into being inside her!
Then, he was thrusting a joint between her lips and pulling her down
onto a mattress, as were the other two with Jean! Oh God ...! There was
no way to avoid the obscene things that were going to happen to them ...
to that, she was resigned ... and maybe the pot, after all, was going to
be a blessing ... even for Jean ...!
Chapter 8
Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely held up his hand to the men behind him and
reined in his mount at the approaching rider. He recognized the man as
Bill Watts, one of the hunters with Link Morgan's party, and waited for
the other to get close enough to speak.
"Frank Clifford sent me, Mark," he said for greeting. "Something ain't
right! Chief Morgan left us over an hour ago to do some lookin' on his
own, he said. We were suppose to meet up with him on the other side of
Wiley's Stream, but he should've been there quite a spell ago! Frank
wants to know what he should do?"
Damn that Morgan! the young sheriff inwardly cursed. He'd given strict
orders that they all stay together to avoid any mishaps, like what had
happened to his father ... "Frank's taken over for Morgan?" Mark
questioned.
"Yep. That's what Link said," Bill Watts replied.
"Okay ... you go back and join your group," Mark said. "Tell Frank to
carry on with the hunt. No use of all of us searching for Morgan. I'll
take care of that."
"Right!" Watts answered with a nod of his head, then swung his mount
around and was gone.
"What do you think, Mark?" Steve Foster questioned, moving up alongside
his friend.
"I don't know ... but I don't like it," Mark answered. "There was no
reason for Morgan to separate from the others ... unless he had some
private business to attend to. Otherwise, he'd have taken one or two of
the men with him."
"You think he's up to no-good, eh?" Steve pressed.
"Maybe ... and then again, maybe something's happened to him ..."
"Like a fall or something ...?"
"Possible ... but not likely either," Mark said. "He's too skilled, too
competent a hunter ... Whatever, we better find out." Then to the
others: "You men carry on as planned. Foster and I will see if we can
find Chief Morgan. We'll rejoin you as soon as we can. Harry, you and
Cal take over for me. All decisions, make them together. Any questions
...?"
There weren't. Mark waved them on then, while he and Steve headed back
to where they had originally split into two groups, his plan simply to
try and follow Link Morgan's trail from there ...
* * *
It took a small measure of the marijuana smoke which Leo Vincent and
Corky White forcibly made her inhale to send Jean quickly into a
space-out high. Stripped shamefully naked by the two drugged teenagers
in their own lewd nakedness, they had made her lie on her back,
sandwiched between them, the rigid hardnesses of their youthful, heavily
swollen penises pressed tightly on either side of her to the yielding
smooth flesh of her rounded hips and thighs. Luridly, they ground their
thickly throbbing lengths of stiffened boy cock against her soft, white
flesh, at the same time, each claiming one of the full, pink-nippled
mounds of her lush breasts to suck and nibble at as they mockingly
played with the moistened, sensitive cuntal flesh between her helplessly
spread thighs!
"Oh Goddd ... don't, please ...?" Jean whimpered pathetically in her
mounting opiate state, uncontrollable sensations of lewd degradation
beginning to churn within her exposed, defenseless body at their
depraved, sensual acts! Their near-moronic squeals and sniggers as they
mauled, sucked and pawed at her naked, unprotected breasts and vagina,
filled the blonde young wife's whirling brain, her fears, as well as
knowledge of immediate surroundings quickly failing her!
Carol saw and realized this as she sat in equal forced nakedness upon
the dirty mattress facing her friend! Eagerly, the trembling, willowy
brunette dragged at the brown-papered joint, praying for its numbing
effects to quickly take its morally deadening hold of her humiliated
senses! She couldn't look at the warped expression on the long-haired
teenager's face, who sat beside and watching her with his nude hip
pressed tightly against her own. He'd drawn up his knees and made her do
the same, then spread them so that she could grasp and massage his
hardened, teenage cock while he played with, and worked his lewdly
searching fingers in and around her rapidly dampening pussy lips!
God almighty! What was going to happen to them before this depraved
horror was over with? Already, the smoke-filled cavern was filled with
obscene moans and gasps, much of them coming from her poor girlfriend,
Jean, who lay helplessly spread-open between the pair of luridly
writhing teenagers, both of them with fingers thrust up into the wet,
pink vaginal flesh between her vulnerably squirming thighs ...!
"All right, let's get a little more action into this circus, cockheads!"
Link Morgan gleefully ordered from his seated position on the rock
formation. "Vincent, you and Corky get Blakely's wife up on her knees.
One of you can fuck her dog-fashion from behind while she sucks off the
other one!" Then, to the long-haired brother: "Bring that other hot
little cunt over here to me, Billy! I want her to fish out my cock and
suck it right down into her gullet ...!"
"Aw, Chief! I wanna fuck her ...!" the runtish boy groaned.
"So fuck her, punk!" Morgan leered. "She'll probably love your skinny
little cock playing in her cunt-hole while she sucks me off! Come on,
get her over here! My balls are getting ready to burst ...!"
Though dazed, Jean was anything but insensate to what was happening to
her, or to Carol. Obediently, with tiny moans of debased servitude
escaping her, she let the pair of ridiculously tittering youths
manipulate her nakedly up into a kneeling position on her hands and
knees. From behind, one of them ordered her to spread her legs wide,
then she sensed his hands clutching at the soft, ovaled spheres of her
obscenely offered buttocks, spreading them apart with perverted delight.
Abruptly, she felt the weight of the other heavily on her back,
straddling her above the hips, his hard, naked buttocks and hairy
genitals luridly grinding against the smooth, tender flesh of her
backbone. Like a tormenting lust-fired imp, he began to undulate and
writhe his teenaged frame, his weight like a mounted horse-back rider,
fully upon her as he made lunatical squeals before leaning forward to
reach beneath her and brutally clutch at the hardened nippled mounds of
her fully hanging breasts.
Even the near-comatose of her own drugged brain couldn't lessen for Jean
the vileness of their deranged acts. She felt the contact of a searing,
wet tongue licking through the exposed, spread crevice between her
helpless buttocks, heatedly stroking up and down, until finally its
stiffened tip centered at the tiny mouth of her rectum, straining to
worm its way beyond her tiny puckered, rectal lips!
"Oh ... ooohhh Goddddd!" she moaned in sensual shame. She stared with
glazed eyes at Carol in her forced nakedness on all fours between the
spread, still-clothed legs of Link Morgan, reluctantly working to
release his huge cock from his pants, while the long-haired Billy White
kneeled up behind her exposed, white buttocks his teenaged hardness
luridly clutched in his fist!
"Come on you willowy bitch! Let's lay a little tongue on it!" Jean heard
Morgan lewdly spit down at her best friend. "Lick it all over before you
gobble it down ...!"
... And those were perhaps the last words that Link Morgan ever spoke in
his corrupt life ...!
What happened occurred so quickly that neither girl in her pot-slowed
mind could quite comprehend it! Only the vicious growl that filled the
cave made an immediate registering in Jean's brain!
Caesar! Dear God, he'd found them ...
Morgan swore, brutally shoving Carol away as he reached for his rifle,
but the powerfully leaping beast was on top of the big man before he
could make any meaningful effort to protect himself! Then, Caesar
stepped aside to give the cringing brute-man over to the gleaming fangs
of his massive, wolfish companion!
The huge German Shepherd paid little attention to the naked teenagers
who were frantically yelling as they stumbled to their feet and ran
toward the cave entrance! Nor did he yet look to the pair of young
nakedly stripped wives who had crawled toward each other and were
huddled together in a trembling embrace! Not until the big Chief of
Police ceased his helplessly gurgling struggles, did Caesar utter a
restraining growl at his wolf-like companion, the latter backing away
from the unmoving, prostrate body of the dead man. Then, the pack leader
turned his massive head to glare at the huddled, shuddering wives.
"Oh, Caesar, Darling ...!" Jean cried, letting free of Carol and
starting to crawl toward her animal-lover.
"Wait, Jean look at him!" Carol exclaimed, as the mighty animal
retreated several steps with a ferocious show of bared teeth.
"M-My God ...!" the naked blonde wife exclaimed, her lovely mouth
dropping open in surprised shock at the unfriendly sight. "Wh-What is
it, Darling! Oh Caesar ... please ...?"
Again she started forward and stopped at his warning growl, the raging
flame in his glowing, amberish eyes undeniable!
"Something's wrong, Jean!" Carol gasped. "Look at his eyes!"
"I-I know ... almost as if he were filled with hatred ... for us ...!"
the young blonde wife incredulously choked. "B-But why? He ... he must
know we couldn't help what they were doing to us ... doesn't he ...?"
"God almighty!" Carol hissed. "I don't know, Jean ... I don't know!
L-Let's try to put our clothes on. M-Maybe, he'll calm down by then ..."
It was the supple brunette's first naked move toward her things that
raised the next warning growl from the huge animal, freezing her into
motionlessness. A second growl to the grey, wolfish beast brought the
latter up behind Carol, while Caesar did the same to Jean, both animals
nudging their wet noses against the girl's naked backs until the pair of
young wives climbed unsteadily onto their feet. Then, Caesar moved in
front of them to lead the way, while the grey one remained behind them.
"He-He wants us to follow him!" Jean reasoned, looking toward her
friend.
"W-Without our clothes?" Carol questioned, a little tremor of fear
rippling over her as the wolfish beast behind them gave off a menacing
growl.
Jean caught hold of her naked friend's hand, persuasively tugging it as
she began to move forward, confident that her animal-lover would never,
never harm her, no matter what. "Come on, Carol. It's what he wants us
to do ... follow him. Come on ...!"
"Oh ... oh God!" the willowy brunette shivered, seeing for the first
time the small-mouthed opening off the main cave that Caesar was moving
toward. "Good Lord, Jean! Wh-Where is he taking us ... and why, without
our clothes ...?"
* * *
What skill Mark Blakely had in wild country had been taught him by his
dead father. All the same, he thought, as he angrily berated Link Morgan
to himself, any boy-scout could have seen where the Police Chief had
left the others and headed toward the ravine that eventually led to
Red-Heart Hill ... the very area the big man suggested they by-pass! Why
...?
Christ! Was it possible? An ambush, maybe? Hell, he'd shamed him before
his friends, just as his father had ... but even a cut-throat of
Morgan's caliber wasn't so stupid as to think he could get away with a
second time ... was he ...? Yeah ... he'd been that raging mad back at
the Inn ... still it hardly seemed feasible ...
"What do you think he's up to, Mark?" Steve questioned from a few yards
behind. "Frankly, I don't like it! That bastard would kill you as quick
as he'd buy you a drink!"
"Quicker, maybe," Mark replied, his keen eyes ever alert to the vantage
points above and ahead of them. "Better keep your rifle handy. It pays
in this country."
"Shit, I don't know anything about this damned thing," the red-bearded
writer said, looking down at the weapon cradled in his crooked arm, as
if it were some frightening thing that might explode all by itself any
second. "I'd be better off with a sling-shot."
Mark quietly laughed, welcoming the tension-breaking remark. "All the
same, buddy, better keep it handy," he advised as something ahead moved,
catching his keen eye. "Wait!" he hissed, reining up.
"What is it?" Steve half-whispered.
"Not sure ... but it looks like a horse ... Morgan's horse!" Mark said.
"Come on! Let's take a look!"
It took Mark only a matter of a minute or better to determine that the
animal was, in fact, the Police Chief's mount, and a quick examination
of the saddle-bag produced the broken-down rifle, an uneasy feeling
squirming through him at the find ...
"Look here, Mark! Foot-prints digging into the bank and going upward!"
Steve called. "At least, that's what they look like to me ..."
The young deputy sheriff went over to examine them. No question but what
they were footprints, all right ... but those of more than one person
... more like three ...!
"What do you make of it?" the writer questioned.
"Let's go up and find out," Mark replied. "This is the back-end of
Red-Heart, and hollowed out with a maze of caves and tunnels, one
leading into another! Used to fool around here when I was a kid. You
know ... I figured this to be a perfect place for the wild-pack to
hole-up right from the beginning ... Better keep that rifle ready,
Steve. Do the best you can with it, and stay close. Unless I miss my
guess, there's a cave entrance right up there ...!"
Steve couldn't resist hauling out paper and pencil and making a few fast
notes before following his friend, clawing his way up the steep
embankment. Shit, the young writer thought, the situations he got
himself into just to get a story ...
"I was right!" Mark hissed back at him. "There's a cave here. Move as
quietly as you can and don't talk once we're inside. The sound
reverberates!"
Steve nodded, clumsily fumbling with the rifle as Mark reached out and
hauled him upright onto the narrow ledge. Then, with a finger-over-lips
gesture, the deputy moved inside, almost immediately stopping and
lifting his nose in the air. Steve did the same ... Christ, there was no
question! Pot! He'd smelled enough of it to know that odor anywhere ...!
Mark was silently pointing toward what looked like flickering light
around the bend ahead, and his friend nodded, a sensation of excitement
rippling through him. Fuck! What a story this was going to make ...!
To the young deputy sheriff moving in trained stealth, the entire
picture had taken on a specific meaning, having to do with the drug
situation Crescent Valley had been confronted with for too long! But as
he rounded the arch in the cave where the illumination and heavier
marijuana smoke were coming from, his rifle at ready, he was totally
unprepared for the sight he saw!
"Christ almighty!" he choked out at the lifeless form of Link Morgan
sprawled on the earthen floor! Quickly he moved forward, dropping to his
knees to listen at the big man's stilled chest!
"W-Well?" Steve managed. "Is he ...?"
Mark let off a heavy sigh. Then, he nodded. "He is, all right ... and
you can see how ... his throat!"
"Goddamn!" Steve blurted, moving closer, completely ignoring what the
deputy was looking at ... Morgan's genitals totally exposed from his
open pants-front but unharmed. "The wild-pack, Mark? Did they do it, you
think ...?"
"I-I don't know what to think!" the young deputy sheriff answered as
Steve turned to see him on his haunches amongst the three soiled
mattresses, examining what looked like clothing ... woman's clothing!
"These ... these look like ... but, but they can't be, of course ...!"
Steve had already squatted beside his friend, staring at a white blouse
with sun-flower designs ... the exact replica of one he had paid a
seamstress to make for Carol on her birthday! Hesitantly, he picked it
up, examining it closer. Suddenly, he blurted: "This is Carol's! Shit,
Mark! No question! This is Carol's blouse!"
"God almighty!" Mark choked. "I thought these things looked like Jean's
... and if you're sure that's Carol's, there's no question ...!"
"Christ, Mark! What's going on? Morgan dead, his throat ripped out, the
girls' clothes ...?" the red-bearded writer gasped, clutching the
deputy's tensed arm.
"I-I don't know, Steve ... but we better find out in a hurry!" Mark
said, bolting to his feet. "Whatever it is, the girls are involved ...
and so, I'm afraid, is that goddamned Caesar and his wild pack ...!"
Chapter 9
Jean had no way of knowing how far they had nakedly followed her
animal-lover along the darkened tunnels, turn-offs, and ever-climbing
way! Nor did she have any idea in God's world where he was leading them,
but she would have followed him, regardless. Several times, in the
near-ink darkness, she stumbled, once falling onto her knees, Carol,
close behind her, helping her to her feet again.
"Oh God, Jean! Where are they taking us ...?"
"It'll be all right, Darling! Don't be afraid!" Jean, with certainty,
reassured her friend. "Don't be afraid! Remember ... it's Caesar,
Darling ...!"
From the onset of their forced trek, the willowy brunette had not been
that confident! The expression on the mighty animal's wild face had been
nothing short of rage! Why, she couldn't imagine ... except, after all,
he was but a ferocious beast ...!
Simultaneously fighting the urge to believe differently, Jean, herself,
couldn't help but question her lover's viciously revealed attitude! As
she stumbled along behind him in her trembling nakedness, a myriad of
thoughts raced through her still-drugged brain! It was inconceivable to
think that he mistrusted her ... yet ...? Had ... had he somehow
reasoned that she and Carol had led Morgan there ... the boys, too,
perhaps ...? And then, came the realization that he would know of the
hunting posse! Did he believe she had led them, too? Oh God ...!
It was then, that they suddenly moved into a lightened place with the
brilliant day-ending sunshine showering down upon them, the very clouds
and sky openly visible! But more awesome to Jean, was the sight of dogs
everywhere! They lay in repose, the bitches suckling their pups, the
males moving furtively, a series of growls filling the little arena as
they entered what looked like a great sanded pit in the center of the
clearing!
"My God, Jean ... where are we?" Carol choked, again grasping at the
other's hand. "L-Look at these brutes! D-Do you suppose if we screamed
...!"
"Don't make a sound!" Jean commanded, harshly clutching at her naked
friend's hand. "I don't know what's happening ... but there's a reason
... I'm sure there is ...!" she insisted, watching her animal-lover with
the golden medallion climb onto a kingly place overlooking all, then
raise his huge head to utter a growl of meaning!
Jean looked around her to see several things happening at that moment.
Certain male animals went back into the cave mouth from which they'd
come. Others climbed upward onto vantage points. But what made her blood
cool in her veins was the unmistakable jealous expressions in the
watching eyes of the bitches who lay with their young, indisputable
resentment clouding their canine glares. She sensed her own small hand
gripping tighter to Carol's!
"I-I'm scared, Jean ... scared as hell!" the naked, willowy brunette
tremblingly whispered. "It's weird ... like some insane dream! Wh-What's
going to happen ...?"
In all truth, Jean had lost a great deal of her own cool somewhere along
the way; yet, she refused to let herself believe that her beautiful
animal-lover would forsake her, even if he did think, wrongly, that she
had led his enemy there! He loved her, as she loved him, and as trite as
it was, love triumphed over all! She'd learned that as just a little
girl ...
The growl of Caesar, himself, set her on the extreme alert. It was a
different sound, almost regal, and given from where he lay above all the
others in the natural arena. While Carol backed up to her, their naked
buttocks touching, Jean saw the several male dogs move from their
resting-place and hop down into the pit with them! Before her, there
were three, and at least as many had descended behind her, confronting
Carol!
They were wild-appearing beasts, dogs, yes, but with obvious strains of
timber wolf blood also racing through them! The grey one, the wolfish
dog, stood before her, licking his vicious mouth! And ... and then, it
struck her! Caesar was punishing her ... them, for whatever reason his
uncanny brain had conceived, but he was wrong! Dear God ... they hadn't
betrayed him ... only tried to help him! Oohhh ... he didn't understand
... and there was no way she could make him realize ...!
"Jean ... Jean ...!" Carol cried as the other suddenly ran over to drop
onto her knees before where the massive Caesar had perched himself! "God
almighty, don't leave me ...?"
Please ... please, Caesar, try to understand?" Jean begged, looking
upward at him through glazed blue eyes. "We only tried to help, Darling!
We came to warn you ...!"
When she saw that her pleas to the medallioned German Shepherd were
useless, a wailing little whimper tumbled from Jean's lips, and as she
turned to look toward Carol that desperate whine increased. The wolf,
and that he was, caused her to cringe in building terror! Babbling, she
quickly shied back toward the brunette who was now on her hands and
knees, sobbing brokenly as three of the massive brutes closed in around
her helpless, naked friend ... while the wolf moved ever toward her!
"Oh God ... oh God ...!" the pony-tailed, blonde wife choked, abruptly
aware that two of the dogs were like guards, each moving to either side
of her, as if assuring that she would remain in her all-fours kneeling
position, while the huge wolf eased around behind her! No longer was
there any doubt in her dazed, fear-filled mind what was going to happen
to her ... and had there been, the sight of Carol in her vulnerable,
white nakedness being treated the same way would have removed them! She
saw the big, shaggy animal that suddenly mounted the lithesome girl's
defenseless, softly rounded buttocks from behind, the wild brute's
length of thick, wetly glistening hardness slipping forth from its heavy
sheath like a menacing, scarlet spear!
"Oh! Oh, God almighty, Jean! Ooohhhh ...!" the trapped blonde wife heard
her friend's cry of despair, and she looked to Caesar one last time, but
knew it was hopeless! The wolf growled viciously from behind her, its
meaning as clear to her as if the beast had commanded in her own tongue!
She had been subjected to this before, but always by her handsome
Caesar! Now, only debased shame filled her as she obediently spread her
trembling, full thighs wide, thrusting her nakedly unprotected buttocks
back and upward to completely expose her moistly cringing cunt mouth for
the animal's raping use!
A forsaken moan bubbled in Jean's throat as suddenly she felt the wolf's
searing tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the smooth, lewdly
presented crevice surrounding her tiny anal lips, the tip burrowing
slightly into the outer fleshy ring of it. She uncontrollably pulled her
arched hips and obscenely poised buttocks away at the degrading licking,
then heard the wild brute's responsive growl. A shudder passed over her
as she realized she must remain still and shamefully give herself to the
beast ... that it was what Caesar was demanding ...!
Again, the long, hot length of wet animal-flesh grazed the baby-like
mouth of her inwardly flexing rectum before starting to lap greedily at
the openly revealed inner-flesh of her vagina. Unceasingly, it licked up
through the entire area of her nakedly presented genitals, from her
tightly puckered little anus to the fearfully flushed lips of her hotly
simmering pussy, finally reaching the tiny quivering bud of her erect
clitoris! His thick, burning tongue began to splay mercilessly through
her helpless, passion-mounting cunt, pausing only occasionally to lunge
in a curl deeply up into her dilating vaginal channel!
Even in her heart-broken humiliation, Jean couldn't ignore the quickly
aroused sensations of desire the wolf's relentlessly probing tongue in
the moistened canal of her pussy was exploding in her soft belly and
weirdly excited young loins. Carol's half-scream did little more than
penetrate the wall of seething urge claiming her, and she looked back
just as the huge grey brute mounted her from behind! His powerful
forepaws clutched at the tender white flesh of her curved hips, his wet
tongue hanging loosely from his fierce, open mouth!
It was a mixture of crushed love, shameful subjugation, and
unrestrainable growing lust that filled Jean as she felt the wet,
beveled tip of his long, thick hardness probing at the moistened mouth
of her tremoring vagina! Again, she stared pleadingly up at the regal
Caesar, but at that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had
were abruptly swept away! She gasped out, her breath eluding her, as the
huge length of blood-filled animal-cock thundered up into and filled her
cuntal passage like a charging, white-hot lance!
From that moment, Jean hardly knew any physical pain, only the mental
agony that the loss of her Caesar's love and the still strongly working
effects of the marijuana had despairingly brought. Then, even that began
to dilute as she sensed the texture of the muscular animal's sleek coat
brushing teasingly against the spread, smooth mounds of her naked,
upthrusting buttocks! Her breathing quickened as she dropped her face
and vibrant, nipple-hardened breasts until they were scraping and
groveling against the sand beneath her!
"Ooohhh ... ooohh ... Godddd ... yessss! F-Fuck me ... fuck me hard
...!" she lustfully hissed with trembling whisper, twisting her
sand-smeared face to gape back at the huge wolf fucking into her from
behind ...!
Abruptly, no less enthralled, was Carol Foster in her obscenely naked,
all-foured position, bent slave-like before the huge shaggy beast that
was savagely fucking into her like a pile-driver from its lewd, mounting
stance! The nearly choked horror she had first known, she luridly
reasoned, had been pulverized in her trembling belly by the wild dog's
heavily fucking cock, pistoning with unbelievable ferocity up into the
wide-stretched channel of her hotly steaming cunt!
Her breath had been utterly whipped away at the shaggy animal's initial,
terrifying thrust, along with all thoughts that such a bestial obscenity
could be happening to her! Though her association with Caesar that one
time had been with her mouth, she had seen Jean being fucked by the
mighty German Shepherd and had secretly longed for his lengthy, thick
hardness plunging into her, but she had never conceived in her wildest
imagination that another beast could ever bring her such all-consuming
pleasure!
God almighty! No man had ever filled her with such overwhelming
sensations! She exploded a sensual moan of pyramiding passion from her
lust-moistened lips as she undulated her naked buttocks backwards with
rhythmic gyrations to meet the animal's ravaging thrusts! She sensed her
loosely dangling young titties rippling and swaying below her chest with
each jar from his brutal plunges up into her, his heavy,
animal-cum-filled balls slapping and taunting the erect, bud-like plexus
of her quivering clitoris ...!
The absolutely obscene spectacle of Carol being so brutally fucked by
the shaggy beast humping into her from behind, was increasing Jean's
overwhelming lust a hundred fold! She watched in salacious fascination,
while the burning, thick rod of hardened wolf-cock plunged up into her
own belly with wet, ferocious charges, scoring its way to the very hilt
in her now hungrily clutching vagina, the animal's heavy, sperm-bloated
balls swinging wildly beneath her golden pussy-hair! At the same time,
she could see her girl friend Carol's, openly splayed cuntal flesh wetly
clinging to the shaggy animal's huge, scarlet hardness when it pulled
out of her, then vanishing back up inside again with each thrusting
impalement, the dog's bloated black testicles echoing solidly between
the spread-open lips of her undulating cunt in a heavily smacking
clitoral abuse!
Oh God! The signal flashed through Jean's erotically inflamed young
body! She ... she was going to cum ...! Carol suddenly wailed out at
that moment, her nakedly writhing curves beginning a series of lewd
spasms that Jean immediately recognized! She, too, was climaxing, along
with the shaggy brute fucking savagely into the hot liquid hole back
between the slave-bent brunette's convulsively working buttocks!
Again, Carol cried out ... and then the shaggy brute backed off of her,
his deflating animal penis slipping uselessly from her wetly saturated
loins, one of the other two wild-dogs quickly mounting her in the shaggy
one's place ...! Jean tried to fathom the meaning behind the frightening
animal-relay, but her own intensive moment was blinding her! It screamed
through her fired loins like the pricking of a million warning needles,
gnawing at the base of her heatedly quivering belly with the promise of
ecstatic rapture! She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her
peaking, sensual bliss, imagining erotically how the wolf's long, thick
cock must look disappearing up between the yielding whiteness of her
helplessly quaking buttocks, his furious ravaging tempoed in quickened
animal-time!
The first spasm of orgasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her
obscenely laboring ass-cheeks back hard against the fulfilling wolf-cock
in desperate, frantic lunges! In response, the huge beast thrust forward
with a growl, his massive hardness beginning to squirt out its animal
jism deep up into her hotly constricting belly in long, blissfully
scalding spurts! She uncontrollably tossed her head from side to side in
her dynamic release, feeling the combination of human-animal cum thickly
oozing from her tightly clenching cuntal mouth, thin rivulets of the
hot, sticky fluid trickling down the smoothly trembling columns of her
soft inner thighs ...!
Then, he was gone and new, powerful forelegs were laying claim to the
smooth sensitive flesh of her naked hips, a fresh, burning rod of long,
thick hardness soaring brutally up into her still greedily spasming
pussy-hole! Desperately, Jean raised her imploring eyes to the regally
watching German Shepherd, but in his animal face she saw no respite! God
... he was going to punish them beyond all human endurance ...!
Chapter 10
Had Steve Foster paid stricter attention to his warning that the
slightest sounds reverberated throughout the rocked-wall tunnels, Mark
reasoned, they might have had a chance! But maybe that was far-fetched
thinking, too! The half-dozen vicious animals would undoubtedly have
picked up their scent long before he or his friend could have known of
their presence! Anyway, it hardly made a damn bit of difference now!
All six of the wild brutes had jumped them at once, knocking them to the
earthen floor in the darkness, their rifles thrown from their grasps
with the jolt of the surprise attack! Mark had tried to get out his
pistol, but in the darkness he'd had no idea where Steve was, and then
one of the bastards had clamped onto his wrist with bone-breaking jaws,
forcing him to drop the weapon. Fortunately, the heavy cuff of his
uniform shirt had saved his wrist from being mangled, but though they
hadn't torn them to pieces as he'd immediately expected, it was horribly
evident to the young deputy sheriff that it would undoubtedly be their
fate!
The surprising part of it was that they were still alive and apparently
being escorted like prisoners through the labyrinth to some specific
place, the goddamned vicious beasts completely surrounding them as they
stumbled on in the darkness!
"Christ, Mark, where the hell are they taking us!" Steve's remarkably
steady voice reached him.
"Probably to the German Shepherd ... at least, I hope so!" Mark
answered, trying to keep his own voice level. "If the girls are involved
in this goddamned horror, they're probably with him!"
"Sonofabitch ... why? How did they get here ...?" Steve choked, his tone
thickening.
"Steady, boy!" Mark encouraged. "Let's try to keep our wits ... Look!
Light ahead ... daylight ...!"
"Yeah ... and it looks like that's where we're going ...!"
If either husband had been unprepared for the sight they had stumbled
onto in finding Link Morgan's mauled body, they were caught totally
unaware by the shockingly obscene performance taking place in the
pit-like arena! Mark heard Steve's gasp of incredulity, his own brain
reeling with the unbelievable sight of their wives nakedly groveling
like bitch-animals before the pair of huge, handsomely healthy beasts
lewdly mounting and fucking into them from behind!
"Oh ... oh Jesus Christ!" Steve roared, with all intentions of charging
the obscenely lewd circus of raw animal lust and killing, or being
killed!
Though equally horrified and enraged, Mark quickly realized the futility
of such a senseless move, grabbing his friend's arm in strong hands!
"Don't be a fool, Steve! You're not going to help 'em that way! These
wild bastards would rip you apart before you ever got to them!" Mark
pointed. "Up there! That's Caesar ... just waiting for you to rush out
there so he would have an excuse for ripping your throat open like they
did to Link Morgan!"
"B-But, my God almighty!" Steve blurted. "Those sonsofabitches are
raping the shit out of the poor girls! Look at them ...!"
Mark did and had been, and there was damned little doubt but what his
red-bearded friend was almost accurate ... except that the young deputy
had witnessed a similar outrage before! What Steve hadn't yet recognized
was the lewdly resigned acceptance their wives were showing to their
beastial defilement ... which was maybe, just as well!
Christ, there was no question to Mark but that both of them had already
been sensually driven to the basest of emotions, their submissively
positioned, naked white bodies wildly writhing and squirming in
convulsive motions back onto the long, thick animal-cocks fucking into
them from behind! He gaped at his whimpering Jeannie through helpless
tear-dimming eyes, the sight of her being rapingly plundered by what had
to be a grey wolf, while two other huge dogs stood by and waited their
turns with dripping tongues hanging from open jaws, enough to turn him
inside out! Yet, as loathsomely repugnant as the obscene spectacle was,
he still had presence of mind enough to wonder why Caesar wasn't
claiming his share of the pussy as leader! Instead, the handsome,
medallioned bastard was doing little more than a truly majestic, Caesar
of his Roman namesake! Like some weird, mythical monarch, the massive
animal lay on his kingly perch watching the lurid orgy below, while his
pack, both bitches with pups, and males, presented an animal-replica of
a Roman coliseum audience being abhorrently entertained by captive women
prisoners!
The glaring, fire-like gleam in the wild German Shepherd's amberish eyes
spelled a rage Mark had not read there the night he had ... had actually
shared his wife Jeannie, with the brute! There had been anger in them
that unforgettable night, but toward him, her husband, a jealous fire
that he'd quickly seen; yet, the flame burning in them at that moment as
he watched Jean being fucked by the members of his pack like one of
their own bitches before him was directed at her alone! Why? What had
happened ...?
"Oh shit, Mark ... Carol ... my wife ... you see, she's cumming ... look
at her ass-cheeks quiver!" Steve feebly whimpered. "Christ almighty, I
can't stand it! The look on her face ... she's actually going out of her
mind ...!"
Mark had not let free of his friend, fearing the picture in its
exactness was bound to sooner or later penetrate, and once again he held
fast to the writer's arm. "Hold on, buddy ... for Christ sake! Don't
make some stupid move! Look around you! Those bitch dogs are jealous as
hell and are just waiting for the slightest reason to get at the girls,
and any commotion might give it to them! Look at the hate burning in
their eyes! Now freeze, will you? It's our only hope of getting them out
of here alive ...!"
"B-But fuck look ...!" Steve choked as Mark saw it, too. "Another one of
the bastards is climbing on to fuck her! Shit ...! Look ... see it?
There goes his cock right up into her cunt ...!"
Mark did see it, as well as the expression of unwanted surprise on the
lithesome brunette's open-mouthed face; but it was his own wife's wanton
actions beneath the hammering wolf that riveted his attention! He gaped
at her obscenely upturned buttocks dancing in white, lustful fury on the
length of wolf-cock fucking into her, their lusciously rounded young
mounds rippling and quivering before the wild beast's savage thrusts!
Her soft belly contracted in her slavish position, her lovely head
flailing in pony-tailed ecstasy as the heavily fucking wolf began to
shoot out his cum deep up into her hotly clutching pussy! Shit ... he
couldn't help the unwanted hardening of his own cock he felt in the
front of his pants! Goddamn, he was little more than an animal himself
... getting a hard-on at a time like this ...!
* * *
From his place of leadership, Caesar watched in gradual, diminishing
rage all that was transpiring before him. Though his golden-haired-one,
he intuitively knew, was submitting herself to the chastisement he had
demanded, he could not help but determine that he had been too severe!
Even so, he was aware that he could never claim her in mating again!
Such were the instinctive laws of the pack! His mates were untouchable,
and once given to the other males, became their own bitches to use as
they saw fit!
He whimpered within his powerful body, automatically licking at his
ferocious jaws as he watched the second, and then the third pack-member
mount her in succession. Several times, she looked up pleadingly at him,
but that was before the series of natural releases began to
spasmodically sweep over her. Again and again, he watched her naked
white beauty grovel and spasm in the sand of the pit, knowing in his
heart she was feeling the wild sensations that made all that was, teem
with life! He looked to her human-mate, wondering if he, too, knew. Like
the one beside him with the red-hair on his face, he stood unmoving, yet
staring, at last realizing the power of Caesar, knowing that to confront
it would mean death, just as the brute-man had died in the other cave
such a short time ago ...!
And with that, the massive German Shepherd sensed his mission there was
done. The brute-man was dead! Yet ... yet ... with the
golden-haired-one, he could not rid himself of the warm feelings she had
brought him, and as several more males leaped down into the pit for
their turn at her subserviently kneeling body, he growled his command to
cease! It was done ... time to bring their punishment to an end with one
final unification!
He saw then that the fiery-eyed one had pitched forward into temporary
senselessness and ordered the pack away from her so that he of the
red-hair could go to her. Rising to his feet, he signaled that the
golden-one's human mate be brought into the arena and made to uncover,
while with a second order, he singled out the Shepherd which was one of
his own offsprings! The finale was now at hand ...!
* * *
When Carol slumped forward onto her face, Mark had all he could do to
restrain Steve from trying to get to her, to say nothing of keeping his
own self under control! But then, Caesar had growled out some goddamned
command and one of the brutes guarding them had nudged Steve forward
toward where Carol nakedly lay in an obvious faint!
The young deputy sheriff hardly had time to watch his friend, or to see
what the wild animals were going to let him do for her! Almost
instantly, two of the beasts were roughly nudging him toward where Jean
was still bent slavishly before a vicious animal fucking furiously into
her! The absolutely obscene spectacle of the ugly dog's huge, hard
animal-cock savagely slithering in and out of the pink sperm-glistening
flesh up between her whitely upturned buttocks, caused his own swollen
hardness to jerk involuntarily in his pants! Christ, her whole
smooth-fleshed body was gleaming with perspiration, soft and clinging to
it in patches, her full, half-buried young breasts still resiliently
quivering from every battering stroke the fucking brute hammered up into
her ...!
What the hell ... the two wild dogs guarding him had begun to pull at
his clothes with their bared fangs ...! Shit! They wanted him to
undress! Jesus Christ ... what lurid act had that German Shepherd
bastard conceived in his weird brain now ...?
Jean had forfeited every measure of human control she'd ever possessed!
How many of the wild dogs had mounted her one after the other, fucking
their rock-hardened animal-cocks into the seething, liquid hole of her
cum-flooded cunt, she had lost track! Time and time again, she had
climaxed, her nakedly exposed loins a frenzy of continuous,
mind-shattering sensations, her brain deliriously whirling from the
intense strain to her nervous system! Carol's presence and subjugation
in the very same sanded ring was no longer a registering factor, nor was
the circle of watching animals! Only her Caesar, who was punishing her
beyond all belief, could she dazedly perceive among the silent, brutal
audience! Unintelligible whimpers and babblings of lewd passion and
ecstatic delight tumbled from her slackened lips as the unceasing rape
of her screaming, but strangely welcoming loins went endlessly on!
A thousand times, it seemed to her, that she had looked beggingly up at
her forsaking lover, only to see the vindictiveness still burning in his
wild, amberish eyes. No longer did she even notice the presence of
different, strong forepaws as they came and went, clutching tightly at
her naked, defenseless hips and thrusting their animal cocks of driving
hardness deep up into the flaming, wet depths of her incessantly
spasming belly! In her nearly detached mental state, only the oppressive
heartbreak of Caesar's lost love mattered, and though she might well go
mad from the sensually carnal torment he was forcing upon her, she knew
she would readily accept it to win back his love ...!
Abruptly, a pause in the perpetual line of wild-animal rapists behind
her caused the naked young wife to raise her pony-tailed, blonde head to
Caesar once more! Through glazed eyes, she saw that the terrible wrath
had lessened on his handsome, canine face ... and then, he growled a
deep-throated, meaningful sound that was answered by another dog to her
rear! From her still, obscenely debased position, Jean started to look
back, and it was then that she saw Mark beside her! He ... he was
stripped naked and ... and dear God ... his own long, thick penis was
swollen rigidly in erection!
"M-Mark ... oh, darling ... how what ...?" she stammered, gaping in
utter confusion at the almost unbelievable presence of her young
husband, whom two of the wild pack were forcing down into the sand
beside her!
Mark saw the tears immediately dampening her glazed blue eyes as the
pair of dogs made him know that they wanted him on his back and he
complied, at the same time trying to talk to her! "Don't break down now,
Baby!" he encouraged reaching over to take her small hand inside of his.
"I don't know what that German Shepherd sonofabitch wants, but whatever
it is, let's try to give it to him ... and get out of this alive! A-Are
you with me?"
"Oh ... oh God, yes Mark darling ... whatever you say!" Jean
whimperingly managed, suddenly aware that the two animals were nudging
her toward her husband's stretched-out nakedness ...!
"I'm not much on dog-meaning, Honey, but unless I miss my guess, they
want you to straddle me in the wife-above position," Mark said with a
little heartening smile, somehow hoping to buoy up her courage as well
as his own. "Christ ... can you take anymore after ... after what you've
been through ...?"
His compassionate words immediately reached to Jean's very soul, and as
she spread her trembling sperm-dampened thighs and climbed astride his
hips, she bent down to hungrily kiss his handsome mouth. "Oh ... I love
you, Mark! I can take you anytime, Darling ... anytime!" she hotly
whispered, clutching his stone-hard cock in tiny curling fingers!
Mark couldn't help his releasing gasp of breath to her soft hand's
gentle grasp. He reached up to cup the pair of full thrusting mounds her
firm, pink-nippled breasts made as she placed his cock's turgid
throbbing head to the mouth of her hot, wetly flooded pussy and
effortlessly slithered the slickly lubricated walls down onto it,
consuming his long, thick hardness all the way down to the depths of his
bloating balls!
The young deputy's brain spun to the searing liquid flesh of his young
wife's hungrily clasping vagina, even as the lewd act they were being
forced to perform before an uncanny wild beast and his raping pack,
sought reasoning in the midst of unbelievable madness ...!
To Jean, the absorbing of her young husband's hot male hardness up into
the boiling channel of her intensively churning loins after what she had
already endured, was causing wild, feverish sensations of joy to sweep
through her! It was as if she had been totally exonerated from Caesar's
revenge and forgiven by all. She sensually began to raise and lower her
hotly clutching pussy on Mark's long, thick cock, waves of loving warmth
sweeping through her naked, electrified body, while she looked up at her
standing, animal-lover with an expression of gratification lighting her
face ...!
But it was a short-lived expression! The massive animal made one of his
guttural, meaningful sounds and once again she heard it answered from
behind her! Responsively, she twisted to see a young German Shepherd ...
a beautiful animal with amberish-hued eyes that might have been stolen
from her Caesar's own head! Even as she stared at the fiercely noble
young brute, he moved in between Mark's spread legs toward her nakedly
exposed buttocks in the pattern that had been set by those that had
already fucked her tonight!
"Oh ... oh God, Mark! What ... what's he going to do ...?" she
shudderingly whimpered down at her husband's ever slackening face.
"Easy ... easy, Baby ...! Don't lose your control now!" Mark choked,
unable to keep from thrusting his tingling, hard cock upward into her
now hesitantly working loins! "J-Just don't panic ... keep f-fucking ...
y-yeah ... like that, Doll ... don't be afraid ...!"
God ... she would not have been afraid if her husband's huge rod of
hardened flesh wasn't filling her hotly simmering channel to capacity,
Jean apprehensively reasoned ...! And now, she felt the young, wild
beast's cold, wet nose between the lewdly spread mounds of her
vulnerably upraised buttocks, his scorching tongue making sensual
contact with the forbidden hole of her tiny puckered anus! It began to
lick up and down the smooth, unprotected crevice, while her husband
beneath fell into an upthrusting cadence with his rhythmically impaling
cock!
"Oooohhh ... ooohhh Mark!" Jean shiveringly groaned to the strapping
German Shepherd's tongue licking wetly once more at the tiny lips of her
helplessly cringing rectum, its hot tip curlingly attempting to worm its
way beyond the sensitive, baby-like mouth! Ooohhh ... she inwardly
gasped, to the undeniable, lewd pleasure his licking of the tiny orifice
was bringing her as Mark uncontrollably fucked his hugely hardened cock
up into the animal-cum drenched walls of her frenzy-filled cunt.
Her sensually taxed, naked young body convulsively spasmed to the added
arousal of their lewdly grinding coupling! Her legs and belly quivered,
revived, shrill gasps of lust-infused delight squealing from her slender
throat! The young brute mounted her then, and she strained to look back
in confused passion! God, Mark was fucking into her, completely filling
her belly! Wh-What did he, this beautiful young dog, expect ...? She saw
and felt him gripping with his paws at the rounded white curve of her
naked hips, the unveiling bevel-tipped length of his youthfully thick
cock slipping obscenely from its concealing sheath! Dear God ... it was
like Caesar's own ... a-a pointed arrow of gradually thickening,
hardened flesh that seemed to have no ending to it! In wanton
fascination, she stared, watching it continue to grow out of the
protective covering, the handsome, young animal's virile black balls
bloating with his animal-semen in front of her eyes! Oh ... oh God, he
was so beautiful ... so much like her darling, Caesar ...!
Jean's entire naked body ripplingly quivered in its straddling position
above her husband's belly-impaling loins! Her brain swam in its vortex
of lust! There was no self-pretense any longer! The powerful young dog
intended to force his long, thick cock up inside her rectum! There was
not the least doubt, with the manner its hardened, wet point was probing
along the wide-spread crevice separating the openly exposed mounds of
her buttocks! Oh God! He ... he intended to sodomize her ...!
"Oh ... oh God, Mark ... Mark ...!" she choked, the full meaning behind
the huge, young animal's eagerly obscene goal sending breathless gasps
of anxiety surging through her! Had there only been the youthful
Shepherd alone, that might be one thing, but with Mark's huge length of
hardened male cock flesh filling her cuntal passage at the same time ...
my God! "Mark ... Mark ...! He's going to shove it right up my ass!" she
pathetically whined down at her perspiring husband clutching tightly at
her waist, while he drove his rigidly pulsating cock forcefully up into
her, it's bloated, rubbery head expounding the breaths from her with
every upthrusting plunge into her softly giving belly!
"J-Just hold tight, Baby ... don't panic! It'll be all right!" Mark
gurgled from beneath her, his hips beginning to work as if
jet-propelled! "Fuck ... just f-fuck, Darling ... d-don't be afraid
...?"
The uselessness of looking to him for help needed no further
personification in Jean's frantically, fired mind! His own lustful
desires had temporarily blinded him to all else, and God knows, she
could understand that! But ... but ... no one ... nothing had ever
entered her back there in the tiny forbidden channel of her rectum! The
thought alone was enough to make her whimper out, and she did, looking
up at Caesar once more with pleading eyes!
"Oh ... oh no, Darling ... please, don't let him!" she begged. "Oh
please ... pleassseee ...?"
Before she could even read the answer on his animal-face, she groaned
and clenched tight her sphincter muscles, dropping her head as she tried
to struggle against the wetly beveled tip of the young dog's cock
worming hotly now between the outer lips of her tiny, cringing ass-hole!
It happened then, her fruitless rectal resistance like a flimsy dam
before a wild torrential deluge! Intensely, she sensed the tapered
length of his huge hardness moistly popping up inside and penetrating
the tiny, mercilessly stretching hole of her ass as if she were inviting
him into her there! Slowly, the stiffened, scalding spear of young
animal-flesh wormed deeper up into her virginal rectum, ever-expanding
the vainly clutching lips as she gasped and whimpered beneath the
unnatural, beastial intrusion into the hot, rubbery depths of her
defenseless back-passage ...!
"Aaauuugghhhh!" Jean grunted out helplessly, her pony-tailed head
flailing to the vicious shock of stabbing pain screeching back through
her wide-split young buttock cheeks! With a responsive, wrenching lurch,
she desperately tried to shake the impaling lance of hotly searing
dog-flesh from her inhumanly pierced rectum, but her husband's lustfully
clutching hands at her waist made it impossible! As she grunted and
strained to rid her horribly expanding ass hole of the agonizing
intrusion, the young brute's fierce growl filled her ears! His strong,
hairy forepaws clutched ingrainedly at her now mottled, naked hips, then
he whirled triumphantly aloud and began to furiously fuck up into her
now forever stretched nether-channel from behind!
Along with her own pained babbling from the dual ravagement of her
helpless loins, Jean heard both Mark's lustful moans and the young
Shepherd's deep-chested whimpers as they both humped with unmerciful
rhythm up into the intimate confines of her obscenely stretched, genital
passages! Only the erotic fire that her husband's long incessantly
plunging cock had fed into the liquid core of her heavily perspiring
body, made the torment bearable! Gradually, the pain began to lessen,
though it was still a hurtful mixture of misery and weird stimulation!
She felt saturated with wetness over the entire area of her nakedly
defenseless buttocks and loins, a new debased shame sweeping through her
at the lewd, obscene thought of being sodomized from behind by a wild
untamed dog, while her own young husband heedlessly fucked up into her
from below at the same time!
But there was little time to think with the skin-splitting thrusts
joltingly charging up into her lewdly stretched rectal channel, while
Mark's thick, pulsating cock brushed seethingly at the underside of her
desperately churning belly! Maddeningly, she hung on a plateau of
sensual pain-pleasure! She felt the powerful young dog's cone-shaped
penis bursting rapidly up into her deeper depths pushing the spongy,
resilient flesh of her rectum before it, and plunging all the way up to
the hotly constricting opening of her very bowels! Unceasingly, it
ground into the softness between her upturned buttocks, his bloated
young animal-balls slapping hard against the flushed, cock-stuffed lips
of her cunt below! Her belly and loins were absolutely filled to the
hilt on blood-swollen cock, masochistic sensations at the thought
beginning to ripple masochistically through her!
Uncheckable moans and whimpers passionately tumbled from Jean's lips as
she tried to move with their man-animal rhythm. Dear God, she had never
been so completely and thoroughly fucked in her young life! She wished
there was some way she could look back between her open legs and watch
their beautifully huge cocks disappearing inside her wetly swallowing
holes, but she could only mentally visualize, and the mere thought of
their luridly unnatural coupling flashed erotically driven sensations
through her nakedly slaving young body: She saw her hanging, full
breasts dancing beneath her, their tiny hardened nipples occasionally
grazing Mark's hair-covered chest, while her own pony-tail bobbed as she
tossed her head from side to side. Yes ... yes ... their beautifully
fucking cocks were growing ... ever growing inside the seething passages
to her belly!
Steve Foster sat in the arena-like pit holding the naked form of his
still-spasming wife, Carol, cuddled in his arms, his own cock as hard as
a fence-rail as he absently stroked the rounded curve of one of his
wife's exposed, white buttocks and stared at the obscene troilism taking
place not two yards from them! He'd watched the dogs force Mark into the
act, but oddly enough, he thought, it hadn't taken a great deal of
persuasion! Christ, maybe they were all just animals at that! He could
almost fuck a chicken right now, himself! And Jean, Mark's wife, the
voluptuous, sensual little bitch ... she was going right out of her
luscious young skull ...!
He couldn't help but stare in licentious fascination, his own aching
prick jerking inside his pants beneath Carol's whimpering cuddled
nakedness, at Mark's big, thick cock fucking with fury up into the pink
wetness of Jean's tightly clinging, blonde-fringed pussy, while the
goddamned dog drove in-and-out of her obscenely stretched asshole like a
trip-hammer! On his back, Mark looked as if he were about to blow his
lid ... lifting right off the ground with his every upthrust, and
raising the curvaceous, wide-spread ovals of Jean's vulnerably naked ass
up to the in-and-out batterings of the young Caesar-like, German
Shepherd! Christ! In-and-out, in-and-out, the relentless animal-cock
drubbed ... in and out of her salaciously stretched asshole with savage
strokes ... both man and beast finally striking a rhythm that was
buffeting her helplessly sandwiched body smoothly between them! Goddamn
... it was just about the lewdest fucking sight he'd ever seen ...!
The red-bearded writer was that close that he could clearly watch the
pair of wetly glistening rods racing sleekly into the lovely naked
Jean's grotesquely expanded cunt and rectum. The sight of the frayed,
pink edges of her inner-cunt being extracted on Mark's heavy-veined cock
on the down-stroke, then disappearing back up inside again when he
rammed it hard up between her full white thighs, damned near mesmerized
him! But even a more lewd spectacle was the young wild dog's thick
animal cock wetly sucking back out of her, tugging the tight coral
ridges of her hungrily clasping rectal flesh with it, to moistly vanish
again when the savage brute lunged back into her ...!
But wait a minute ... what the hell was going to happen now? Goddamn,
Caesar had leaped down into the pit ...!
Chapter 11
Jean's first knowledge of Caesar's presence in the circle was when he
suddenly appeared before her, his great head level with her own above
Mark's face in her naked, straddling position. Before she could even
speak, the massive animal moved forward to lick his tongue over her
desperately gasping lips, and she sighed, knowing then that he had truly
forgiven her!
Almost simultaneously, she saw the scarlet rod of his heavily swollen
hardness emerging from its concealing sheath, the mere sight of it so
long, thick and familiar, firing a new, more lewdly exciting passion
within her! She felt herself voluntarily now squirming back on the young
dog's tapered, thick hardness, then downward onto Mark's rigidly
pulsating shaft of flesh, increased masochistic feelings of depraved joy
boiling in her soft, quivering belly!
Abruptly, Caesar raised up on his hind legs, his forepaws on her
shoulders as he moved in closer to her! Wildly, Jean stared down at the
wet length of his nakedly jerking penis, unresistingly moving her head
forward as she undulated her body obscenely on the huge cocks fucking
maddeningly into her! Her brain screamed, her soft buttocks yielding
before the young brute's hot, battering body, his virile rod of hardness
racing up into the very depths of her feverishly tingling anus, while
her churning belly and inflamed cunt quaked and tremored to the
mind-shattering fucking Mark was giving her! Eagerly, Jean's small hand
reached out and sought the long poling cock before feeling Caesar lurch
as she curled her warm fingers around its wet, scarlet thickness; after
a moment, she slid her hand back along the hardened rod to circle its
base and cup his sperm-bloated, heavy balls!
Yes ... yes ... she was a bitch, her darling Caesar's own bitch, the
blonde young wife insanely reasoned, pressing her face closer and
opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips! Her blue eyes gleamed as she
slipped her wetly ovalled mouth over the hot, beveled tip, working her
tiny curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth
was filled with the moist sweetness of his animal-cock! Blindly, she
locked her avid lips around it, and immediately the upraised Caesar
began to obscenely pump his loins forward into her face! She nearly
gagged as his long scarlet penis shot back to the back of her throat and
then slid down, its entire length almost disappearing between her
tightly compressed lips!
Voraciously, Jean began to suck, her lust-glutted mind completely devoid
of thought. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head back
and forth, her little tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden
delights of his warm living penis. Softly, her hand cupped and cradled
his heavy, sperm-filled balls, while simultaneously, she thrust her
flame-seared genitals back and down in an obscene rhythm onto the
ever-growing hardnesses of the savagely plundering cocks totally
cramming her stretched channels ...!
Mark had long since lost any measure of restraint he had once so proudly
thought he possessed! The incredible orgy had raced beyond all human
depravity ... and why shouldn't it, with two goddamned wild dogs
involved! Of all things, he'd never been a hypocrite, and he'd be just
exactly that now if he tried to deny his own intractable lust! Christ,
he'd willingly leaped into the center of it all, half-conning his
beautiful Jeannie with meaningless words of encouragement, just to get
his hard aching cock up into her! And that he'd done ... shit yes ...
her fire-filled, milking cunt about to sap his screaming balls to the
very marrow of his frigging spine!
The pistoning animal-hardness racing up her ass-channel only a membrane
away was about to drive him insane as it scraped heatedly against the
burning length of his own blood-thumping rod of swollen cock-flesh! So
if her full white breasts hanging and swaying lushly above his demented
face wasn't exciting enough, Caesar had to move into position right
above Mark's gaping eyes ... and now his own, beautiful young wife was
sucking the massive brute's huge cock!
Goddamn ... oh, goddamn ...! He couldn't believe it was happening, or
that he was playing an integral part in it, even though he knew that it,
along with his role, were realities! Christ almighty, if they ever came
out of it alive, how could she ever forgive him ...? She probably
wouldn't ... couldn't ... God almighty, the way she was sucking that
wild canine bastard! The brute's long scarlet penis was almost
disappearing into her locked and ovaled lips, her tiny nose brushing
against his furry belly as she sucked! The sonofabitch was shoving it
right down her throat ... and ... and she was loving it! Oh ... oh shit,
Granny Albert had been right after all! Once the supernatural wild
bastard claimed them, he claimed them forever ...!
Oh ... oh, dear God! Jean maddeningly reasoned. What would it taste like
... her magnificent animal-lover's cum? Less than human? She wasn't much
of a judge, having tasted hot sperm only once--and then it had been her
own husband's! Would it be gamey? Sweet, perhaps? Even tangy ... and as
hot and pungent as Mark's? Ooohhh ... it didn't matter! She wanted it
... wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth ... to swallow his
beautiful, wild jism and feel it dribbling smoothly down her throat,
filling her convulsing belly just as Mark's and the young German
Shepherd's huge cocks pummeling into her frantically seething cunt and
ass-channels were going to flood her! All together, they would drown her
in their scalding, life-giving sperm ... and she would cum again like
some volcanic eruption! Y-Yesss ... a-any minute now! Oh ... ooohhh ...
if only they would all cum together ...!
She sensed, then, the oncoming eruption of her darling, Caesar, and
began to suck with loving fervor as his hardness abruptly swelled and
pulsated in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth! Hungrily, she tongued and
pulled on his wonderfully heated cock, feeling the tremor rippling over
his powerful body, a deep whimper raising from his thick chest as the
first squirt of his hot, bestial cum shot into her mouth! It began to
spurt then in an unending stream of thick, creamy liquid, the delicious
tang of the wild which she would never, never forget! It was almost as
if some pagan sacramental wine were flowing down her throat, Jean
ecstatically thought in her happiness! Her cheeks bloated and contracted
as she rapidly swallowed to keep from choking on the gushes spewing from
its jerking hot tip! Hungrily, she drank it in thick gulps, locking her
lips around the wildly ejaculating cock, determined not to lose the
tiniest drop of his precious, fiery semen!
The young German Shepherd growled fiercely from deep in his excited
throat! Uncontrollably, Jean whimpered around the deflating hardness of
her animal-darling's cock, suddenly feeling the thick, boiling cum of
the young dog beginning to shoot far up into her warmly quivering
rectum! Reluctantly her sucking lips gave up Caesar's wilting, drained
penis, strings of white animal-sperm covering her glistening lips and
chin as she cried out in lust-filled, sexual abandon!
"Auuuooohhh ... fuck me ... fuck me hard! Oh God ... I can feel both of
your burning cocks inside me! Auuuggghhh ... faster ... harder ... I've
got to cummmm ...!" Jean begged, as Caesar retreated to watch ... and
she mentally envisioned her husband's and the young Shepherd's obscene
ravishment of her defenselessly naked loins, the imagined picture
driving her toward a vortex of cyclonic lust! "N-now ...! Nowww ...
ooohhh ... cum in me together! Fill me ...! Oooohhh I-I'm cuummmiinnggg
...!"
Again, Jean felt the young brute's scorching squirts of jism flooding
her rectum and bowels, while delicious spasms of pleasure rocketed
through her ecstatically convulsing young loins and belly! She could
feel every contraction of his long, thick, animal-cock rifling its load
of feral cum up into her ...!
Then, Mark choked and swore obscenely as she plunged her flaming cunt
hungrily down in one mighty stab onto his towering, throbbing hardness.
The breath rasping from her tortured lungs, she held his penis then and
wildly undulated her naked hips in furious little circles as his huge
pumping hardness began spitting its thick jets of raging semen up into
the far recesses of her violently quaking belly ...! She held his
massively jerking shaft fast with the vibrant muscles of her inner-cunt
sucking and pulling at it, her own orgasmic secretions blending and
puddling with his as an almost insane convulsion of enchantment
momentarily enveloping her ...!
* * *
Much later, Jean learned that she, like Carol, had fainted in the throes
of her overwhelming ecstasy, and that both Mark and Steve had carried
them, while Caesar led the way through the maze of passages to where the
body of Link Morgan, along with their clothing still lay. They had both
dazedly dressed then, but Mark was determined they should spend the
remainder of the night there, rather than to try and struggle through
the wild country in the darkness.
Once Mark and Steve had removed the grisly, still form of Morgan from
their sight, the four of them had slumped down onto the mattresses,
cuddling silently, the need for words unnecessary amongst them. Jean was
almost sleeping when she heard the mournful, eerie howl, and suddenly
felt Carol's hand clutching at her own!
"Caesar ...!" Carol whispered. "It's him, isn't it ...?"
"Yes ... yes, it's him," the blonde young wife answered thickly, tears
filling her eyes. "I-It's all over ... he ... the wild-pack is leaving
... He's saying goodbye ..."
"Ooohhh ... we'll never see him again ..." the willowy brunette sadly
hissed.
Mark moaned uneasily in his sleep and Jean withdrew her hand from her
friend's so as not to disturb him further. God knows, the poor darling
hadn't had a decent night's rest since it had all begun ...
A sound ... a tiny whimpering sound coming from the small mouth of the
almost hidden cave where Caesar had first taken them, caught Jean's
attention. She raised up to her elbow and listened as it came again ...
louder this time! Then, she saw it approaching ... saw the amberish
glowing eyes in the faint flicker of the single candle ...!
"Oh God!" she sighed aloud, a warm sensation of joy rippling through her
as she quickly got to her feet and went to where it stood looking up at
her. Lovingly, she reached down and picked it up, hugging the little
animal tightly against her breasts.
"Wh-What is it, Jean?" Carol questioned, both of their husbands raising
upright.
"A pup ... a German Shepherd pup they must have left behind!" she
exclaimed, cuddling him as she returned to the mattresses and folded
down onto them once more. "Oh Darling, isn't he beautiful? Can ... can I
keep him ... please, Mark ...?"
The young deputy-husband couldn't help the tightness in his throat as he
stared at the harmless appearing young brute. He had only to look at its
eyes to know who had sired it! Christ, he wanted to say no ... but how
could he? How the hell could he ...?
"Please, Darling ... I want to keep him so bad ...?" his young, blonde
wife pleaded, strange sensations rippling through her soft body at the
feel of the little animal's warmth and ... and the inherent hidden
strength within him.
"Y-Yeah ... yeah, sure, Honey ... if you want," Mark said,
affectionately slipping his arm around her slender waist and kissing her
on the cheek. What the hell, there was only one Caesar! What was he
getting all up-tight about ...?
Oh, he was so beautiful, and he, her darling lover had left him for her,
Jean was certain of that! She raised him up, holding him in her hands
before her face to stare deeply into his glowing, amber-hued eyes. God,
he was going to grow into such a big and handsome animal ... and she
would teach him so many wonderful things ...!
The End
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