Chapter 7

Nadalee lay panting for breath with her nerves frayed and her semen-flooded vagina used and violated as never before. Her tightly closed eyes refused to open and face the stark daylight that must be clearly illuminating the lewd, shocking sight she must make as she sprawled completely naked and sperm-smeared on the large couch. God, she had no idea how long she had even been there, she realized with a rush of panicky alarm as she struggled to raise herself up to a straight sitting position, her eyes fluttering open experimentally at the sound of a somehow familiar male voice nearby. She blinked her lids a few times, trying to accustom her vision to the bright glaring sunlight that was streaming into the room through the windows. Little by little, she was able to make out the vague forms of a man and a woman... then, gradually, their faces came into focus in the blazing brilliancy of the sunshine.

Nadalee's heart suddenly stopped.

Newton!

A scarlet flame spread over her cheeks and neck, scorching her senses, stifling her until she was left breathless. The gorgeous young wife was utterly paralyzed, unable to move the slightest fraction of an inch as though her luscious backside were nailed to the leather couch cushion where she sat. The horrible shock had rendered her so numb that she was even incapable of averting her green eyes to avoid the bold, sneering expression of loathing and contempt on her husband's face.

"My God, no, no!" she moaned pitifully, opening her mouth to scream but unable to even draw the breath necessary. Her brain whirling in humiliation and disbelief, she began to sob in shame that he should see her like this, wantonly naked with her legs still open and her stomach still filled with the hot wetness of the German Shepherd's sperm. She had never felt so depraved and wicked, so shamed and debased ever before in her entire life... Oh no, please let it be a mistake, she prayed over and over. It was all just a nightmare and surely she would wake up any minute now.

"Hi there, honey... That was quite a little show you put on for everybody," Newton scoffed, his fierce eyes locking coldly on her naked young body like merciless barbs of accusation. "I didn't know about your knack as an animal trainer. Are dogs your favorite or do you specialize in other animals too?"

"Oh, Newton, I... I love you... Y-you're my f-favorite," she gasped. Then, realizing what she had said, she added helplessly, "I mean-I mean-"

"Skip it, you dirty little slut," Newton said bitterly, biting off each harsh word for emphasis. She had never heard him speak this way before and every syllable fell on her ears like the stinging lash of a horsewhip. Suddenly she collapsed back on the couch and a torrential outpouring of tears burst from her, her mind flooding with shame and regret that she could no longer control. Great wracking sobs rose from her throat, scalding and crippling her until she was reduced to a shivering, shuddering mass of anguish with nowhere to turn.

"Is she cryin' because she wants old Buck to fuck her again?" Braun droned, a look of consternation and sympathy in the expression on his face. "I'll fuck her, Mr. Blackwell, if that's what she wants... She don't need to cry."

"Now just don't you worry yourself about little Nadalee, stupid, because I'll calm the poor girl in my own way," George assured easily, giving the bald moronic servant a tolerant smile. Glancing quickly over at Newton first, the imposing silver-haired man added, "You see, the sweet young thing needs an older man to comfort her at a time like this... someone like me."

"George, darling, don't you think it's time now to clear up a few things-before it gets any later-unless we want to waste the whole day just standing around talking?" Dolores suggested with a slight toss of her hand to show her impatience. She was afraid that Newton might cool off sexually if he was given too much time to think and maybe become even angrier than he already was... And besides, she was growing anxious at the thought of having a little session with the redhead's tempting young specimen of virile manhood.

"Yes, dear, I suppose you're right again," George agreed as he cleared his throat and straightened up to his full towering height. "We might as well be open and above-board about all this, don't you think, Newton?"

"I sure do, Mr. Blackwell, even if it does seem kind of hard around a dirty little whore like my wife," Newton said sullenly, his eyes flaring wide with resentment as he poked his lean, dark face forward toward Nadalee's weeping form on the couch.

The distraught young redhead's mind was blank and she gazed out across the study with unseeing eyes. Only one thing was clear in her tortured brain-a fact that winced on and off agonizingly in her consciousness-and that was that her own husband hated her, called her "a dirty little whore, a slut" who was no longer worthy of his trust in her. Oh God, she groaned inwardly, if only she had not allowed herself to peek through that doorway at the Blackwells yesterday! If only she had listened to Newton those times he had warned her against the evil lurking within her! Then, perhaps, yesterday would never have happened at all and she would not have been in the horrible position she was in at the moment... She would not have been afraid to refuse Mr. Blackwell a little while ago when he had urged her to undress and submit to the unnatural, humiliating sex act with the giant dog. And what was more important, she would not be ashamed of herself now for having allowed the lewd vulgar act to excite her to the wildly ecstatic orgasm that had driven her completely out of her mind!

"I'm glad you agree, Newton," George finally said after a long strategy-planning session in his mind. "I hate to admit it, believe me, but I'm afraid you're right about your wife's morals being less than they should be... I'll spare you the details... and yet I don't think you should be too hard on her. After all, she's still just a girl and was only obeying her natural instincts."

"But why the dog? Why was Buck doing that to her?" Newton asked indignantly, his face flaming up harshly, his eyes shining bright with anger as he fought to maintain his self-control and calm his twitching nerves.

"Well, that's easy to explain. You see," George said gravely, almost reflectively, "Nadalee's presence in the house had become a real problem-you know, son, since she's so pretty and well-matured for her age. I suggested to her that she would either have to quit her job or find a solution to the problem she had created by exciting the innocent dumb beast as well as Braun to boot. Well, to make a long story short, she took the obvious way out and you just happened to catch her in the act with Buck."

"Braun? Do you mean she let him screw her too?" Newton asked wide-eyed, his voice vibrating fiercely with emotion. "My wife let a dog and a bald idiot screw her!..."

"Let? Did it look like she was letting Buck give it to her? Did it look like she was suffering?" Dolores prodded, her questions hitting the good-looking boy with hard flat rapidity.

"What now?" Newton wondered after a long period of silence as he shifted his eyes desperately from George to Dolores and back again, no longer able to conceal the steadily mounting anxiety he felt. He seemed to be waiting for them to explain his own emotions at the moment, to tell him why his young male loins still tingled lasciviously with sexual excitement even though he was bitterly angry and hurt. He wanted to know why the shocking sight of his wife being ravaged by the huge dog aroused him even now as he remembered it, causing his pulsing cock to lurch slightly under his trousers as it jerked to greater hardness.

"Well, I know what most men would do now," Dolores said coyly, giving the youthful brunette husband a frank, intimate smile, her blue eyes softening as she measured him. Yes, she decided, he was ready now-he was infuriated and yet just confused enough to accept a proposal that he would not ordinarily even consider. "If I were in your shoes, I think I'd handle myself like any normal man... I'd find myself another woman and have some fun with her-just to even the score."

"Hell, she's right, Newton," George enthused, nodding approval of his wife's suggestion. "As far as I can see, it's your only logical move. It'll probably save your marriage, you know, because a man and his wife shouldn't have things like this to hold over each other... especially two healthy young people who want to work together on their own land one of these days."

"My husband forgot to mention how important it is that Nadalee actually sees you enjoying yourself with some other woman," the older woman added quickly, "just the way you saw her going out of her mind when the dog was giving it to her."

"I know you're both right," Newton said with a little laugh of embarrassment, "but I just don't know another woman who'd help out that way." God, this kid really is innocent, Dolores thought, amused and yet growing more and more impatient to get the party rolling. Was he blind or just too stupid to see that she was completely naked and obviously interested in seeing him that way as soon as possible?

"That shouldn't be any problem," George said cheerfully, turning his head slightly to wink slyly at his attractive blonde wife. "I think Mrs. Blackwell's willing to help you, aren't you, my dear?" The millionaire studied his wife's glittering blue eves for a moment, noting with satisfaction that they were a little glazed from the anticipation she must be feeling.

"Of course, George, I'd love to offer myself to this boy!" she said as she turned to face Newton with an expression of sultry expectancy on her face. "You know I'm fond of him anyway and will do anything I can to help him... if he really cares about his marriage with Nadalee enough to do something about it... right now."

"Newton, no, don't listen... Please, give me a chance to explain," Nadalee begged, praying that he would stop long enough to listen to her plea. But her words of supplication sounded pathetic and useless even to her and she could not help but give way to a fresh outburst of sobbing that left her unable to speak even if she knew the right words to say.

"You dirty little whore, you damned dirty little whore! What right do you have to open your mouth?" Newton seethed as he moved closer to Dolores' naked body. "Mrs. Blackwell wants to help us- even though she's a married woman- and I'm going to take her up on her kind offer."

"You won't be sorry," Dolores purred softly as she stepped up to stand at his side, her hand slipping smoothly around his slim waist for the second time that afternoon. She reached up with her other hand to push her long fingers through his dark brown hair, tenderly but teasingly. Tiny sensations of pleasure coursed through him, making the hair at the back of his neck prickle and stand up, his mind suddenly reeling from the thrill of her intimate nearness, her warmth and stimulating female aromas. God, she was a real woman, he thought to himself, realizing as though for the first time that she was completely naked. He allowed his eyes to roam over her ripe, voluptuous body from the full white mounds of her breasts with their ruby nipples down to the swell of her hips and the tawny patch of pubic hair nestling between the soft velvet of her thighs. Just as George had done a few moments before, Newton also noticed the smoky quality in her deep blue eyes and recognized it as a sign of the passion smoldering in her veins.

"Let's go over there and sit down," the blonde said huskily as she pointed a finger toward the far end of the huge leather couch where Nadalee still sat weeping with her face buried in both hands. "There'll be plenty of room for everyone if we stay on our half of the couch... room enough for everyone but poor Braun and his horny German Shepherd."

"Well, they've already had their fun anyway," Newton laughed weakly as he impulsively draped his arm around her waist and guided his employer's willing wife across the room to the recommended spot on the opposite end of the couch from his own naked young wife. It was strange, he thought with a flash of pride, but he felt hardly nervous at all. He sensed the beginning of a new strength and self-confidence that he had never known before in his life. As a matter of fact, he felt just great-if suddenly he had found a band new source of power inside himself, one that had been dormant all his life and now seemed to open up a greater, more adventurous world of possibility for him. He knew that making love with Mrs. Blackwell was going to make him into a different person, all right, but he also realized that her millionaire husband had been right when he had said that a man and his wife should never have anything to hold over each other. At least this way he could never justly blame Nadalee for her unfaithfulness, not with a clear conscience anyway, and he could have the satisfaction of getting his revenge against her in the meantime.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Newton?" Dolores asked a moment after they had reached their destination, her lips pursed in a playful little pout of disappointment as she lowered her eyes insinuatingly to the throbbing bulge at his trouser crotch. He glanced down to see what she was staring at, a look of perplexity on his handsome face until it finally dawned on him what she was talking about.

"Yeah, I guess so," he grinned foolishly, his heart beating rapidly as he began immediately to strip his work clothes from his body. A slight wave of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his trousers and shorts to the floor and then turned to face the older woman, his lithe exciting body completely naked.

"Mmmmm, nice," she murmured as she gazed appreciatively down at the stiff cock jutting in erection from his male loins. Her eyes remained riveted to the pulsing blood-filled head for a long moment before she sat down on the plush leather couch with one hand reaching up to him as she patted the spot next to her with the other. When he had settled himself beside her, she moved her closest leg against his so that the naked warmth of their flesh was pressed firmly together. He felt a momentary surge of panic but it soon left him as she reached over with one hand to trace a series of tiny tantalizing circles with the sharpness of her fingernails over the taut male skin of his stomach. He shivered for a second and half-turned toward her to drink in the smoothness of her voluptuous white body.

"Do you like me?" the blonde asked in a slow sexy voice, her passion-filmed eyes seeming to wander like blue jewels floating free in her head.

"What do you think?" the brunette employee replied with a boyish grin. But Dolores did not even hear him and reached over to him, curling both arms around his back and pulling him onto her. One of his hairy legs lodged tightly between her slightly parted thighs and he felt her honey-colored pubic hair rubbing just above his slightly bent knee. She felt surprisingly soft and supple and her rounded white body fit against his as though they belonged together. She squirmed to move her downy pubic mound up against his tensing loins, bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He bent over her to press his eager lips hard against hers as he sensed a tiny flow of seminal fluid seeping wetly from the glans at the end of his rigid jerking prick. It smeared her already moist vaginal crevice as she continued to grind up against him with a practiced thoroughness that drove him half insane with lust. His prick was pulsating now as if the slightest extra pressure would cause the sperm in his aching testicles to gush out of him before either of them could fully enjoy the extent of the pleasure yet to come.

He thrust his hot tongue far into her mouth as she sucked greedily at it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth until he felt feverish chills racing up and down the length of his spine. It was almost too much to bear without letup and he pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensation, placing his cheek against her blonde hair as he thought guiltily for a moment of Nadalee sitting on the other end of the couch and what a shock it would be when she lifted her head from her hands. Even though she had obviously thought nothing of her own infidelity with Braun and the dog, it would half kill her when she got her first glimpse of his performance with the thirty-five year-old blonde.

He turned to face Dolores again, closing his mouth tightly over hers as he plunged his red tongue into her moist oral cavern. He felt her hand searching down between their bodies for the throbbing hardness of his long uncircumcised cock. He gasped as the coolness of her slender fingers closed around his rigidity. She gave an answering moan and crushed almost the full length of her white yielding body against his leanness, grinding her writhing pelvis harshly against him and pressing her full heaving breasts against his chest until they were smashed nearly flat and bulged out at the sides. She was a wild woman, a wanton bitch, and he felt like a real man at last, a man of such energy and sexual fire that he could even drive an older, probably well- experienced woman such as Dolores Blackwell almost crazy!

"Aaah, Jesus!" he hissed in lewd excitement as his hands ran frantically over her fleecy soft curves, eagerly exploring all the secret hollows. "I've got to fuck you, Mrs. Blackwell! I've got to fuck you right away!"

"No, darling, not yet... Soon but not just yet," she breathed, managing to wring a sweet smile out of her desire- twisted facial features. "I'm going to give you a special treat first... a kind of bonus for your hard work and because you've been so brave about everything."

He responded to the pressure of her hands and lay back against the couch in the position she seemed to want him in, despite how much he hated to lose the delicious warm contact of his rock-hard penis against the smoothness of her churning belly. He lay tense with his shoulder blades supported by the spongy broad roll of leather behind him, his aching young maleness pointed straight up at the ceiling. Then, almost by accident, he noticed a long mirror hanging in an angled position directly over the immense couch. He could see them both reflected clearly in it and was able to follow her movements with his anxious gaze without even having to lift his head to look down at her. He saw that she had turned on her side toward him and was now reaching out with her left hand to grasp his thickness gently. She began to stroke him teasingly, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, maddening rhythm that made him ache and throb almost beyond human endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her glistening red lips only a few inches from the angry distended head of his cock. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it softly between the flats of her palms until it tightened even more and he was certain that the stretched purplish-pink skin would burst.

She lifted one hand then to toss her flowing golden-yellow hair over her far shoulder, giving him a completely unobstructed view of the older woman's face and his own towering column of rigid flesh. Newton watched breathlessly as her head dropped slowly down to him and he jumped slightly as her tongue suddenly flicked out, its hot tip boring teasingly into the beaded moisture oozing out of the tiny hole in the end. He sucked in his breath from the sudden surprising contact as little exciting chills rippled over his nerves, drawing a deep groan from his lips.

Without warning, she dropped her mouth down the last inch and enclosed the whole of the sensitive head with a warm, pressuring wetness. Her moist red lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the glans, capturing it completely inside the satiny smoothness of her mouth.

"Aaaaahh, goood!" he groaned as he automatically raised his head from the couch and peered down excitedly at her obscenely contorted face. The sight of his hard, jerking prick sunk over half-way between her ovalled red lips increased the sheer raw pleasure he felt even more. Christ, his fleshy rod glistened like the stump of a wet tree along the part that she had not yet taken between her moist, wide-stretched lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with the fingers of one hand and stroked the thick base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the thrilling softness of her slaving tongue twirling wildly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, bathing it with her saliva as she flicked the tip magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end, licking voraciously at his precious male semen.