Chapter 8

Holy Christ, Bill Reagan muttered to himself. He was bent over by the side of the Andersen house peering in at a point where the curtains to the bedroom window did not quite meet, his eyes glued to the lewd spectacle of his niece and the hot little Andersen bitch writhing together in lesbian ecstasy. Despite a lifetime devoted to lechery, the big man had never seen two women go at it with quite this much energy and he might have remained at the window watching to the end if a evil idea hadn't suddenly popped up in his cruel mind.

Reagan straightened and moved quickly back toward the street, almost running. In less than a minute he was inside his own house fumbling with the phone book, looking for a number. Then he was dialing, waiting...

"Hello? Aubrey Investments? May I speak to Mr. Andersen, please... Mr. Andersen? This is Bill Reagan, your neighbor across the street... Right... I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your wife has had an accident... No... No... She's okay but I think maybe you'd better come home as soon as possible... Right... Okay, then, I'll be waiting for you out in front... good-bye." Reagan hung up the phone, a grin of evil delight creasing his beefy features. He went to the bar and poured a drink, knowing he would have a few minutes before Bob Andersen got home so that he could savor in his mind what was going to happen in just a short while. Strange how one's mood can change so sharply, he thought to himself. Just ten minutes ago he'd been in a rage. Lying back in the tub, Reagan had noticed Ws glass was empty and had called for Mae to make him another one. There had been no response so that big man had roared again, but only quiet answered him. There had been murder in his heart as he heaved dripping from the water and stormed into the living room dripping like some huge sea monster, and it hadn't helped when he found the house was empty, even his dog gone. Reagan dried and dressed quickly, muttering curses and promises to himself of what he would do to both Mae and the dog.

For a while he had believed that Mae had finally run off with the animal, but a short search convinced him that she had taken nothing with her, not even her purse. That's when he got the idea his two missing servants might have gone across the street. Why they would do that he had no idea, but he didn't like his victims getting together. In unity there is strength and Reagan always liked to be the strongest thing going.

When he finally crossed the street, some inborn sense cautioned him against going straight up to the door to knock, so he had begun trying the windows until he had struck the jackpot. Now all he had to do was wait until young Andersen showed up and he would have more fun than he'd had in years.

Reagan went back outside but didn't return to the bedroom window. It was hard, but he knew it would be best to wait near the front of the house for Andersen. He still had ears, however, and from time to time he thought he could hear strangled moans and high-pitched cries coming from the back of the house.

Mae's naked belly was beginning to boil as her head worked slavishly between her blonde companion's shuddering thighs. The older girl could feel her own excited vaginal muscles clutching and releasing of their own volition as the hotly throbbing area between her legs became saturated with her liquid passion. It was clear that something was going to have to be done about her own needs soon, but she hated to give up the obscene delight she was receiving from her lovely neighbor's endlessly climaxing cunt. Thrusting her tongue deep up into Jill's hungrily gaping pussy, Mae slowly rose to her knees, spreading them to climb down over the blonde young girl's exquisitely curved nakedness, positioning herself so that her exposed cunt and widespread buttocks were directly over Jill's face. The younger girl whimpered under her, and Mae waited patiently to see what her response would be to the moist hungry genitals poised so invitingly near.

To Jill the sensual display of Mae's pinkly glistening cunt lips only a tongue's length away, was a mouth watering sight. She knew what was expected of her and what she wanted to do, but she was still having difficulty breathing, no longer certain whether she had cum or was cumming, she had climaxed so many times. Her very strength was sapped by the constantly spiraling sensations that ripped periodically through her erotically trembling body. Her heart pounded, her mind seemed to float on clouds of bliss, nothing else mattered but the endless ecstasy...

The huge German shepherd, Hector, had watched the two nakedly squirming bodies on the bed with white-hot interest, his trained animal instincts making him keenly aware of what they were doing. Now as he saw his familiar Mae crawl up on her hands and knees, her face buried between the golden-haired girl's widely yawning legs, his eyes locked hungrily onto his dark-haired friend's upraised buttocks. It was almost as if their nakedly spread beauty was calling his name. The big animal's nostrils were filled with the hot scent of passion flowing from between the two women's lewdly writhing bodies and new life stirred in Hector's hairy loins as he rose to his feet and moved pantingly toward the bed.

Both girls felt his weight as he jumped up next to them but only Jill could see his handsome face as it moved in to sniff hungrily at Mae's exposed genitals. The black wet tip of his nose actually touched the dark-haired girl's tiny puckered anal lips.

"Ooooooohhh God, is that what I think it is?" Mae gasped, tier mouth breaking contact with Jill's wetly raging pussy for the first time. She drew a much needed breath.

"It's--It's Hector's nose!" Jill gasped, her heart leaping at the sight of the big animal. "Was it cold?"

"Like an ice cube," Mae said with a small passionate shudder. "H-He's sniffing my asshole, isn't he?"

"Yes," the fascinated young blonde replied, feeling her excitement lewdly mount at the spectacular view above her.

"I... I think he wants to... fuck me," Mae gasped out. "He generally starts by smelling your... Aaaaaaaaah."

The dark-haired woman never had a chance to finish her sentence as Hector's long thick tongue snaked wetly up into her lust-fired loins. She trembled before its laving heat as it teased with hot curling flicks up into her moist cuntal flesh and stabbed deliciously at her budding clitoris.

From below, Jill watched in amazement as she looked up at Mae's hair-shadowed loins, the thin pink lips of her wetly gleaming pussy only inches away. Hector's huge tongue seemed to blot out the light as it dug insistently past the tender outer flanges, sinking deep up into the inner warmth. Mae jerked above her from the ecstasy of the dog's preparatory caresses and then gyrated sensuously back against the stabbing tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, God... reach up and guide his cock into me, Jill," the older girl lewdly cried. "I've got to have it... got to..."

Jill looked back but the dog's penis was nowhere in sight so she reached cautiously back to grasp its hairy sheath with her fingers, feeling the thickening hardness growing excitedly inside. While she crooned soft reassuring sounds to the dog she tenderly massaged the heavy animal cock, gasping as the scarlet cone-shaped shaft suddenly emerged, warm, wet, and glistening.

The panting animal immediately mounted Mae's longing hips, working in close on his hind legs above Jill's face, his huge cock dancing madly in the passion-soaked crevice between the lewdly offered buttocks.

"Do it, Jill, please... Help him get into me! Mae feverishly begged, obscenely undulating her ass-cheeks back in search of the hardened spear of animal flesh, wanting it to fill her sizzling vaginal passage. She tried to look back between her legs to watch, but all she could see were Jill's nakedly swollen breasts, then her frantic eyes found the dresser mirror and she could see it all reflected as she saw Jill's hand guiding that long pointed rod of animal flesh toward her pink wet cuntal passage. She felt Hector's forelegs grip tightly around her naked waist, then sensed the first seating contact with her hungrily clasping pussy mouth.

"Now, Hector, do it! Fuck Mae... fuck her! And then... Oh God, then... I want you to fuck me... !" Jill hardly recognized her own wanton voice, hoarse with an all-consuming lust.

Never in his young life had Bob Andersen seen such an unbelievable sight. He forgot to breathe as his stunned eyes took in the obscene three-way spectacle before him, and worst of all, there was no doubt that it was his own supposedly innocent wife lying on the bottom of the pile of squirming flesh and hammering fur.

He had taken a taxi home, begging the driver to hurry no matter how many traffic laws he broke. Bill Reagan was waiting for him as he bounced out of the cab, carelessly throwing the driver a ten dollar bill. Reagan led him inside, whispering that everything was all right, but the young husband's heart froze as he heard what he thought were moans of pain coming from the bedroom.

And now this! Bob entered the room just in time to see Hector's glistening dog-cock ram rapid-fire into Mae's wetly grinding pussy. He watched in horrified disbelief as his wife's sweet young lips reached up and began to sensuously mouth the hairy animal balls above her face. And what was that she had said? Fuck me next! That was it, she had asked the animal to fuck her too. The shocked young man started forward toward the bed but he staggered and had to catch hold of the door frame.

It was Hector who first saw the two men and he quickly pulled his glistening animal hardness from Mae's voraciously grasping pussy and leaped down from the bed.

"Hector, what's the matter," the young blonde asked, and then she saw them too.

"Oh God, where did he go with that beautiful cock?" Mae lewdly gasped out. Then noticing that Jill was squirmingly trying to push out from underneath her she asked, "What's wrong, Jill... ?"

"Oh, oh, look," the younger girl moaningly exclaimed, pointing a trembling finger toward the door. Mae froze as she saw her hated uncle and Jill's white-faced young husband. Finally Bob found his voice.

"Wh-What's going on here?" he asked his cringing young wife as she tried desperately to cover her nakedness with her arms. "Good God," he asked. "Is this what you do with your afternoons? For Christ's sake, I-I, no wonder you don't come on to me. You like women... and dogs. Yes... that's it, you don't like men at all."

"Hold on now," Reagan said in his loud coarse voice, "you've got it all wrong, buddy. Your little lady is the wildest cock hound I've ever had the pleasure to climb on top of."

"What!" Bob roared in surprised rage. "You mean you've been sleeping with my wife!" He moved menacingly toward the big man, but Reagan held up his meaty palm.

"Careful there, tiger," he warned, pointing down to the now snarling Hector. "One wrong move and you're going to have fangs all over your throat. And if you want another reason to behave, I just happen to have a couple of dozen photographs of you and my charming niece together in the sack. It's only my charitable nature that keeps me from showing them to your boss. He could add them to the collection of pornography that I'll bet he keeps."

Bob stopped short, the threats coming home to him. He knew this sonofabitch had him where it hurt. He stood steaming for a moment and then whirled suddenly toward his wife, needing someone to vent his rage and humiliation on, and she was sure handy. As soon as the pitifully frightened young woman saw the terrible look on her husband's face she wailed:

"Oh Bob, it's true, he blackmailed me into it. He said he would take the pictures to Mr. Aubrey and get your fired."

"Very good of you to sacrifice yourself, baby, but from what this smug bastard says you gave him back a little more than he had a right to expect. Maybe that's what I should have done, blackmailed you. Would you have turned on for me then, your own husband? And maybe the dog blackmailed you too. What did he have on us? Did he find something in our garbage maybe? And Christ, what about the milkman, is he in on this too?"

The heartbroken young wife started to open her mouth to say something but then realizing the hopelessness of it all she simply collapsed on the bed in a sobbing heap of pink quivering nakedness. This only further enraged her husband because now he was cast in the role of an oppressor. As he looked down at the helpless figure of his mortified young wife he found that his anger was mixing strangely inside him with a kind of wild sexual stimulation. The whole thing had an aura of perverted sensuality about it, but all he knew was that the conflicting emotions building and building inside him needed a way out.

"All right, bitch," he hissed coldly. "You've been fucked and sucked and licked by the whole rest of the neighborhood. It's time the guy who pays all the bills gets his share." And to his blonde wife's shock and horror he began pulling wildly at Ws clothes. My God, was he going to take her right there in front of all these people? She shrank back on the bed but it was no use. Her now naked young husband grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her toward him.

"One little peep out of you, wife dear, and I'm going to toss you right into the street... naked!" And with that the enraged young man fell forward on her, his giant penis standing out in front of him like an avenging weapon. With merciless strength he pried opened his petrified young wife's trembling thighs and forced his body between them. Then, without the least preparation he rammed his swollen cock all the way to the hilt up inside her fear-tautened belly and began fucking into her at once with long hard strokes.

To Jill's surprise, her husband's brutal assault caused her no physical pain since her wet little cunt had been well prepared first by Hector and then by Mae. But her gentle young soul was filled with pain as she looked up into her husband's scornful eyes and slow tears ran down her face. She hadn't wanted it to be like this when he took her. Now that she had discovered her hidden sensuality she had wanted to give herself lovingly, passionately to him, not in a room full of people with only hate between them.

But despite her personal misery the sobbing young wife could not control the automatic reaction of her trembling genitals. For the last hour she had been working up to fever pitch, her pussy brought to a quivering hunger by various tongues and mouths that only a huge male penis could satisfy, and there it was, right now, deep up inside her, ramming and pumping. Despite herself the guilty young blonde felt her arms and legs automatically reaching up to snake around her husband's powerful young body, pulling him tightly against her as her hips began a wanton grinding up against his thrusting loins. Small passionate whimpering sounds tumbled from between her tightly clenched teeth.