The next morning the weather was very nice, and after Bob had left for the office Jill decided to do a little work in the garden again. So she put on her halter and tight white shorts and was soon out in the front yard, kneeling as she bent forward to loosen the earth around the roots of her favorite rose bushes.
The young blonde housewife let her mind drift lazily from one subject to another as she worked and before long she found herself thinking about Bob, or rather, about her and Bob. He had come home late last night, muttering something about having to work late at the office. He would have phoned he had said, but for some reason he couldn't get through on the line. And he had been in such a strange mood last night, so absent-minded and withdrawn. Jill had feared a resumption of the bitter battle that had started that morning, the usual battle over sex, but Bob had never once brought it up, and she certainly was happy to let the whole nasty mess fade away.
Perhaps he had been feeling guilty last night, Jill mused. He certainly had been unusually solicitous. Usually when they had a fight the proud young man brooded for a day or two, but even though there hadn't been much conversation between them during the evening Bob had been kind and thoughtful when they did speak.
Well, he should feel guilty, the blonde young housewife thought as she sunk her fingers into the rich warm earth, savoring the feel of it. That scene yesterday morning was just too much! It was bad enough that he had to think up such filthy sexual perversions, but to try to make her a part of them was inexcusable. His own wife!
Well, her mother had told her over and over again about men's animal nature, and mother had been right. They only had one thing on their minds! Maybe it had been better in the old days when married men could go out to the houses of prostitution that flourished in every town and hire women to put up with their sick demands. At least that took some of the pressure away from their wives. Still… she remembered a little guiltily how she had begun to respond to Bob yesterday morning before he had forced his head so lewdly down between her thighs and rained those perverted kisses on her vagina. She shuddered as an almost electric tingle rippled through her loins at the memory.
The lovely young woman sat back on her heels, and her face became thoughtful. She wondered… was she fighting too hard? Certainly it was commendable to try to live a moral life, but after all, she was a married woman. She remembered the love-filled pleasure she had experienced under Bob's strong young hands before they were married. It had all seemed so innocent then, and in her mind it an had seemed to point to some ultimate fulfillment of love and trust that would take place between her and her husband-to-be when they were finally married. But the brutish animalistic reality of their wedding night had put an end to all that… or had it?
Maybe the breach that had opened between her and her husband that night was healing. Maybe that's why it had felt so different yesterday morning as Bob had gently, thoughtfully brought her to a peak of passionate readiness that she hadn't even known could exist. The horrid, lewd, sinful thought had already crept into her mind that when Bob had put his tongue… there… it had actually felt good. Jill felt little goose-bumps ripple over her skin as she dared for a moment to savor the forbidden memory.
Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought. Maybe all those desires and passions that Bob called normal were slumbering somewhere deep down inside her just waiting for a chance to get out. It would certainly make life a lot easier, the pensive young housewife thought to herself. That was the only real problem between herself and Bob. Yes, if she could just cut loose… and for just an instant she had a clear impression in her mind of the infinite possibilities of sheer sensual pleasure…
"Oh," she cried and spun around on her heels. She had suddenly got the horrible feeling that someone was just behind her.
And there was!
The young blonde froze in shock, her heart in her throat. She was eyeball to eyeball with a huge German shepherd, his massive head only inches from hers. And next to the shepherd were the trouser-clad legs of a man. Her eyes traveled upwards.
"Oh, Mr. Reagan," she said a little breathlessly, "you gave me such a start. I didn't hear you come up at all."
The man standing above Jill didn't say a word, just kept looking silently down at the kneeling young woman. Jill was silent a moment too, not knowing what to say. Even though she didn't know Mr. Reagan very well she found it hard to like him. It was nothing she could put her finger on, no reason to dislike the older man, except maybe his eyes. They were so cold and cruel.
Jill glanced back towards the dog. He hadn't moved an inch and she couldn't help but compare his eyes with those of his master. Yes, there was something frightening in those canine eyes, but it was a free animal wildness instead of the practiced callousness of Bill Reagan.
Jill felt more intimidated crouched down on the ground before her two unexpected guests, so she got quickly to her feet. Reagan continued looking at her for another moment then wet his lips to speak.
"We, uh, saw you workin' out here and thought we'd come over and visit a little."
"We?" Jill asked.
"Sure, me and Hector. He's been wanting to get to know you for a long time."
The young blonde's hand automatically dropped to the head of the beautiful animal before her. Strange how Mr. Reagan said "we" when he talked about the dog, almost as if he thought of him as human too. She absent-mindedly caressed Hector's ears while she thought and then flinched backwards as Hector stretched his head forward and rammed his nose up between her legs, sniffing.
"Haw, haw, told ya he wanted to get to know ya better," Reagan guffawed. Jill flushed crimson and decided that she definitely disliked Mr. Bill Reagan.
Hector walked behind the angry young woman and repeated his performance from behind. Then, satisfied, he came back around in front of Jill and sat down, looking up at her, his mouth open a little to give his tongue air.
"Well I'll be damned, I think he likes you," Reagan said in honest surprise. "It isn't often he takes to someone so fast."
And it was true. There was something about this beautiful young human female that pleased the big dog. She smelled of kindness and patience and… she smelled a little like Mae to Hector, and he was happy his master had brought him over here.
Her personal victory with the dog had made Jill feel a little more tolerant of Bill Reagan.
"It was nice of you to come over, Mr. Reagan," she said. "I'm afraid my husband and I don't get around the neighborhood much. I guess we aren't very good neighbors."
"Never too late to start," Reagan said. "But I do hear a lot of good things about your husband from Mae."
"Mae?" said Jill.
"Yeh, my niece. You musta seen her over at my place."
Jill had seen a woman over at Reagan's place. A lovely dark-haired woman about twenty-seven or eight years old.
"I didn't know my husband knew your niece," said the surprised young housewife.
"Sure, they're thicker than fleas. Thought you knew. That's why Hector and I came over. We can see you when you're workin' out here in the garden and thought it just might be a good idea to get to know you a little better, seeing as how my niece and your husband are such good friends."
Jill flushed a little. It was embarrassing being told by a near stranger that your own husband was "thicker than fleas" with his niece, but more than that, she didn't like the idea of this coarse man watching her from across the street. And what was he getting at? Was he trying to intimate that there was something between Bob and, what was her name? Mae? But that was too ridiculous! The old guy was probably just not very sophisticated in his conversation. He had probably seen Bob say hello to his niece one day and built it up in his mind. But still, maybe she had better just check.
"Well, it looks like my husband is a better neighbor than I am, Mr. Reagan," she said affably. "How long have they known each other?"
"Oh, just a couple 'a days, I guess, but that husband of yours sure seems to have made a powerful impression on Mae. She was talkin' about him all morning."
"All morning?"
"Sure, about how nice he was to her last night."
"Last night!" Jill said, unable to keep the shock out of her voice. So that's where Bob had been last night, and that was why he had seemed so guilty! The confused young woman felt sick and dizzy for a moment and thought she might fall, but she used all her will power to pull herself together. Even so it was a moment longer before she could speak.
An evil pleasure was seething through Bill Reagan. It amused him to play the simpleton like this and seem to innocently betray to this woman her husband's indiscretions. But this proud little bitch was going to find out before very long that he was a lot smarter than he looked. Smart enough to have her laid out naked in front of him before very much longer if he played his cards right.
"Well, Mr. Reagan," Jill managed bravely, "I hope I'll have a chance to meet your niece too, she really sounds like a lovely person."
"Oh, she is, she is. As I said, that's kind o' why Hector and I came on over. We figured since Mae and your husband are such good friends, we should get to know you too. What do you think about that, Mrs. Andersen, or should I call you Jill?"
The shocks were coming too thick and fast for the bewildered young bride. Was this coarse man actually getting fresh with her? No, it must be her imagination, he was simple and harmless enough. It was just that the shock of hearing about Bob and this… Mae…
But wait a minute! She was being a little ridiculous to go jumping to conclusions this way. Why listen to a near stranger, and one who seemed so odd? There probably was some rational explanation for all this, and she didn't want to act like some brainless ninny out of a soap opera. But she did know one thing. She was going to have this whole thing out with Bob as soon as he came home tonight!
"Well, Mr. Reagan," Jill said firmly, "it's been nice talking to you but I do have a lot of things to do inside the house now, so I'll have to say goodbye. Maybe we'll have a chance to talk again some day," she added a little coldly.
A spasm of frustration shot through Reagan. Maybe he had overplayed his hand a little. Well he wasn't finished yet. The most important thing was to keep her talking.
"You know, you're a pretty lucky young couple. Mae was tellin' me all about that big investment outfit downtown that your husband works for and how he has a chance to become a vice-president." Reagan had beaten and coerced Mae this morning to get all of the information he could about anything Bob had told her last night.
That was a telling blow to Jill. Bob wanted to keep confidential his hopes for the vice-presidency and she thought she, his wife, was the only one who knew. But now it looked like he was passing the information out freely to the girls he met on the street.
"Well thank you very much, Mr. Reagan," the unhappy young woman said, "but I really must go now." She started to turn toward the house but the neighbor's gruff voice stopped her in her tracks.
"It's really too bad though that your husband is going to lose his job."
"Wh-What did you say?" Jill managed.
"You mean you didn't know?" Reagan asked in mock surprise. "Sure, he's gonna get fired this afternoon, sure as shootin'."
"H-How do you know that?" Jill asked in confusion.
"Why, because o' these pictures I got here." Reagan dipped his hand in his coat pocket and brought out a small flat packet. "As soon as I take these down to his boss, you're husband is gonna be lookin' for another job."
"Why, I don't know what you're talking about. Let me see that," and Jill made a grab for the packet, but Reagan pulled it back just out of reach.
"Oh, I couldn't do that, Mrs. Andersen," Reagan said. "I'm not supposed to show these to anyone but Mr. Aubrey."
Jill's mind was spinning. It would kill Bob if anything happened to his job. It wouldn't make her any to happy either; she had been looking forward to the new dimensions of comfort and luxury that would come their way if Bob got the promotion. It might just be possible that this old simpleton had something damaging to Bob in that packet. She had to find out, so she made her voice softer and asked sweetly: "After all, Mr. Reagan, I'm his wife. Don't you think I have the right to see something that could affect my husband so much?"
Reagan pretended to be thinking. "Well, I don't know. One thing's for sure, I wouldn't want to open this up right out here in the open. Maybe in there…" he waved vaguely towards the front door of Jill's house. The young blonde hesitated a second. Under normal conditions she wouldn't let a man like this in the house with her, but this was an emergency. And there was the dog. His presence somehow reassured the desperate young wife.
"Then please come in, Mr. Reagan," she said anxiously and taking his arm she led him to the door. He seemed to resist a little but allowed himself to be coaxed, and Jill breathed a sigh of relief when she at last had him inside the living room.
"Now may I see what it is that you have?" she asked, holding out her hand. Reagan immediately handed her the packet, a strangely cruel grin coming over his face. Jill impatiently tore the wrapping open and pulled out the nearly two dozen glossy color photographs inside.
"My God!" she exclaimed as she saw the first of them. It showed in lewd detail the bodies of a man and woman locked together in sexual intercourse.
And the man was her own husband!
"Like 'em baby?" Reagan asked in a harsh steely voice, very unlike the one he had used out in front of the house.
"They're… terrible," Jill gasped out as she looked at two or three others. She couldn't go on, her eyes were fastened with hypnotic intensity on a photograph that showed her husband's swollen penis disappearing deep up inside the wetly glistening pink vagina of a woman she recognized as Mr. Reagan's niece.
"Terrible?" Reagan said sarcastically. "I think they're pretty damn good. It was hard as hell to get them to come out so well in that dim light."
"You-You mean you took these yourself?" Jill asked unbelievingly.
"Damn right, baby, and I'm going to take them down to your precious husband's whimpy little boss." And Jill knew he meant it.
Jill's mind reeled from the unbelievable revelations of the past few moments. She felt a terrible pain in her heart as she looked at these obscene pictures of her own husband wrapped tightly in a lewd sexual embrace with another woman. And the most painful thing was that she had only herself to blame. Perhaps if she had been more understanding about his sexual needs he wouldn't have been driven to infidelity. Her stubbornness and her pride had helped bring their marriage to this. And even worse; because of this inexorable chain of events her husband was now going to lose the job he had worked so hard for. There would be no vice-presidency! There would be no better life! And she was as much to blame as him!
Guilt and jealousy and betrayal spun a mad dance in the young blonde's unhappy mind. What could she do? Was there any way to save her husband's position, because if he were fired under a cloud of disgrace she knew he would never be able to find another job in the investment field.
"Oh, Mr. Reagan," she pleaded, "please don't take those pictures to Mr. Aubrey. That would ruin my husband."
"You're damn right, baby, and that's just what I'm after."
"But why?" was her anguished plea.
"Why? I'll tell you why," Reagan said self-righteously. "Because that precious husband of yours snuck in my house and fucked my niece, and I'm going to see that he pays."
"I won't let you do it," Jill cried and desperately tore the photographs in half. Reagan just stood there and smiled while she continued to shred the pictures until only tiny pieces were left. He cooly smiled and drew another packet from his pocket.
"Thought you might do that," he said, "so I made copies, and, of course, I have the negatives."
Jill's beautiful blonde head fell forward in sobbing defeat, then she tried once again.
"Won't you sell them to me, Mr. Reagan. I have some money saved, and I could make it well worth your while. I'll give you a thousand dollars for the pictures and the negatives."
"What! Sell the virtue of my niece for money," Reagan roared in mock anger. "What kind of person do you take me for?" He subsided a little and then slowly stroked his chin as if he had just got an idea. "There may be another way," he said thoughtfully.
"Oh, what?" the desperate young wife asked. "I'll do anything to keep those pictures from Mr. Aubrey."
"Anything?" Reagan said, and a leering grin slowly spread over his heavy features. It was a moment before Jill began to suspect what he meant and her hand went to her throat in horror.
"An eye for an eye," Reagan said menacingly. "Your husband fucked my niece, I'll fuck his wife."
"No! I could never do a thing like that!" Jill gasped out. "Anything else, I'll do anything else, but not that!"
"Sorry baby, it's that or nothing," the big man said. He slipped the packet back in his pocket and started for the door.
"Wait!" Jill said in anguish. "You can't go, you can't do that to my husband!"
Reagan turned just in front of the door. "Change your mind?" he asked.
"I-I don't know," Jill said weakly. "Just don't go yet." She walked shakily over to the liquor cabinet and reached for the bottle of bourbon. She set a glass down on the counter top and, with trembling hands, poured it nearly full of the amber liquid. With a shudder she raised the glass to her quivering lips and took a long drink, then coughed as the burning liquor poured searingly down her throat. The distraught young woman gratefully felt an almost immediate numbness creep through her body and she took another drink. When the glass was empty she poured it full again.
Could she do it? Could she give herself sexually to this horrible man? Maybe if she had enough to drink. After all, she owed it to her husband to try to protect his future any way she could. And sacrificing herself to this… animal might be the only way to atone for her past behavior in denying her husband his conjugal rights. She poured herself one last drink and downed it almost without stopping for air. Then, drawing in a deep breath she slowly turned to face Reagan.
"All right, Mr. Reagan," she said with as much dignity as she could muster. "I'll do what you say if you promise not to take those pictures to Mr. Aubrey."
Reagan smiled in triumph and made a low mocking bow. "I was hoping you'd see it my way," and he waved his arm towards the bedroom door. "After you, my dear."
The defeated young woman walked quickly into the bedroom, not wanting to give herself too much time to think. A lump rose in her throat as she looked down at the king-sized bed she shared with her husband, a feeling of sacrilege coming over her. The door closed behind them, and she turned to see that she was now shut into the bedroom with her horrible neighbor and his German shepherd.
"Is the dog going to be here when you…?" she asked in surprise and revulsion.
"Of course," Reagan said with a grin. "He goes everywhere with me. He hasn't left my side for years."
It seemed the final blow to the proud young blonde that her humiliation would be witnessed by anyone, even a dog.
"Okay, enough playing around," Reagan said in his harsh voice. "Get those clothes off and let's see what you look like in the nude." With these words the big man started to unbuckle his own belt while he kicked his shoes off.
Jill pressed herself tightly back against the wall as she watched him stripping his clothes from his body. This was it. It was no longer something that was going to happen; it was happening. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the horror, but she was too frightened that he would move toward her without her knowing it. In just a few seconds Reagan stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard cock already standing out from his belly, looking like the heavy shaft of some medieval weapon. He turned to face her and with a lewd grin on his lips began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard bulbous head.
"Like that honey?" he smiled, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to. Jill could see the cruel glint of sadism glowing in his ugly little eyes like a burning ember and she felt like a trapped insect being drawn into the flame.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in you," he said, continuing his tormenting of the horrified girl, gleefully watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her lovely young face. Jill was completely frozen against the wall as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. Against her will her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy penis he held in his hand.
God, it was so thick!
In spite of her fear the mesmerized young woman found herself wondering how any woman could take such a monstrously large thing inside her without being split completely apart.
His eagerly throbbing penis was big and he knew it, and Reagan stood for a moment longer reveling in the fear the size of his fully erect penis was bringing to her eyes.
He started slowly toward her.
"D-Don't touch me," Jill finally managed to stammer through her paralyzing fear. She knew it was too late for escape, that she had agreed to let this horrible man ravish her helpless body but still something in her cried out against it.
"Are you gonna take off those clothes or do I have to do it for you?"
Jill stood motionless, all hope gone. There was nothing she could do against his brutal strength. She was alone and completely at his mercy to do with as he wished.
He reached out his thick meaty hands and with a quick jerk drew her quaking young body suddenly against him, cupping her face in his palms. With an evil triumphant leer he pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers and thrust his tongue into the depths of her mouth. The horrified young blonde stood limply in front of him, feeling his hard naked penis digging into her quivering stomach. A last faint thought of trying to tear herself away from this brute flickered feebly through her mind but faded with the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face.
"That's a girl," he breathed into her mouth. "The old man's gonna do it to you nice and easy."
The trapped young bride was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and snaking around to the snap at the back of her halter. With one quick jerk he opened it, and Jill gasped as she felt the rush of cool air against her suddenly naked skin. She heard her tormentor mutter a loud sigh of lusty appreciation as the halter fell to the floor and her full white breasts burst free. Reagan dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties and pulled them slowly down over her softly rounded buttocks before letting them drop in a meager pile around her ankles.
There was nothing left. She stood nakedly defenseless before him while he kneeled panting in front of her. Nausea came over the young wife and she swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his wetly heated lips pressing tightly into the sensitive flesh of her belly. The sudden wet contact of his tongue gouging into her navel sent a chill racing the length of her spine, and she automatically reached forward, locking her hands in his hair to keep from falling. Reagan mistook this for a sign of sexual surrender and dropped his lips to her lower abdomen, spreading her soft blonde pussy hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into her moistly flowering vaginal slit.
Jill jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with her tiny budding clitoris, and losing her balance, fell back towards the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Bill Reagan leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her there, legs spread wide apart, eyes open in abject terror. She struggled to close her legs, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. Looking down through the deep cleft between her high upstanding breasts the young blonde could see him hunched on all fours between her widespread thighs grinning up at her like a beast of prey about to pounce on some fear-stricken victim. Her naked vaginal flesh was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. As the terrified girl lay frozen to the mattress, her humiliation complete, she watched Reagan's thick tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place. Oh God! This was a thousand times worse than what Bob had tried to do to her. She silently screamed, wanting to escape, but fear held her frozen.
Again he placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her fearfully cringing cunt. Then with a slow torturing outwards movement he drew the ragged pink tips slowly apart exposing the moistly quivering slit to his merciless gaze. He looked at it greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan dropped his head and buried his long slippery tongue full length into the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
The horrified young wife jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest while her buttocks ground down into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape this maddening assault of her helpless genitals.
"Oh God! Ooooooh. No, you mustn't… Ooooooooohhh!" she whimpered under his depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress watching this nightmare in horrified disbelief as his head began rocking up and down in greedy feast between her widespread legs below.
"It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over to herself in undisguised humiliation. Jill's head fell back on the mattress and flailed helplessly from side to side as his tongue began lewdly fucking in and out of her involuntarily dilating vaginal lips. Reagan's hands groped up over her flat little belly and dug harshly into the soft warmth of breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like, slobbering over her widespread cunt, his eyes remained wide open, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of her face up through the quivering white mounds of her breasts. He was waiting, waiting for the first signs of her body's total surrender to his tongue and lips.
Jill lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her helplessly trapped body to. There was nothing she could do and great tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random pictures of her husband flickered through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking sounds Bill Reagan was making as he licked and sucked her wetly pulsating vagina. Oh God, how could she ever face her husband again after allowing her body to be used by this cruel inhuman stranger hunched on all fours down between her cruelly spread legs? He was defiling her as she had never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination, and there was nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept any degradation he wanted to force on her without so much as a scream in protest. And no matter how unfair it was, it was inexcusable when a woman was unfaithful to her husband, whatever the circumstances. She was shamed, ruined! Oh God, why did Bob have to make love to his niece? Why did he have to deceive his own wife and leave her at the mercy of this lust crazed beast? Jill had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
Reagan kept his eyes locked on his victim's beautiful face as he continued his torturing tongue-thrusts deep up into her warmly quivering cunt. He watched the helpless tears falling over her cheeks with cruel satisfaction. The Goddamn little bitch, this would teach her to run around in her yard with those sexy shorts on, teasing the hell out of a man. So, she thought she was too good for the likes of him, he thought bitterly, giving an extra hard thrust with his tongue. Well, he'd show her. Before the day was over she'd be crawling to him on her knees begging for more. And by God, she'd get it, more than she could handle!
Chuckling softly to himself the big man brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees. He lifted her legs and pushed them up over her voluptuous young body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed her whole vaginal plane to his lustful gaze. This would get her, he thought, grinning as he flicked the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered anus, nestled just below the gaping mouth of her hair-lined cunt.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought a long low moan of humiliated anguish from Jill's tortured lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her teeth from the electric sensation that went racing out of control through her sensually awakening body.
"Oooooooh, God, don't, please don't," she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue licking without mercy at her puckering anal ring. Reagan's only answer was a lewd chuckle and a further stab into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaaggh," Jill groaned again as small goose-bumps of erotic pleasure rippled across her heaving belly and softly quivering breasts. To her growing horror she began to realize that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the obscene things Reagan was doing to her, tiny wisps of forbidden delight were starting to ripple deep down in her belly. Oh God, she thought in despair, that would be the ultimate humiliation, to have her body respond to this monster's obscene caresses. She would never let that happen, she vowed; and gritting her teeth with determination, she rigidly surpressed every bit of sensation inside her plundered body.
Reagan looked up in surprise as he felt her go cold and dead on him. What the hell had happened? He knew damn well she had been on the verge of surrendering completely to his unwanted stimulation. One look at her set determined face was enough to give him his answer. He would get no response from her now even if he cut her up into pieces!
A blinding flash of rage went through the thwarted ravager's cruel mind. It would just not be the same if she lay there stoically enduring all he did to her. The victory would be hers, not his. He almost reached out to hit the cold young housewife, but then an idea came to him.
"Hector," he called sharply as he turned back towards his giant companion.
The big dog alertly responded. Earlier, he had obediently gone to one comer of the room to lie down, knowing his master seldom liked to be disturbed at times like this. All the same, it had upset the handsome animal as he watched Reagan strip the clothes from the beautiful woman who had smelled so nice out on the lawn. Having mounted many women by now, Hector no longer had any desire for females of his own species. There was something infinitely more exciting about the smooth white human bodies that tiled him with an overpowering animal lust whenever he saw them naked before him. Nevertheless, Hector had forced himself to he quietly while his master dropped down on his knees, his head plunging towards that warmly scented hole up between his new friend's full white thighs. The dog was a little confused by the conflicting odors of fear and sex in the room, but he had experienced that before when his master got his cruel hands on a woman.
Hector leaped to his feet when Reagan called, not sure what the big man wanted, his ears pointing forward expectantly his muscles bunched tightly waiting for a command.
"Get over here," Reagan growled, "and lick this bitchy cunt light out of her mind." Reagan's meaty fingers spread open Jill's wetly throbbing pussy-lips for the dog to see and moved out of the way so the big animal could crowd in between the determined girl's now rigid thighs.
Jill lay stiffly still, staring fixedly at the ceiling, aware that Reagan had stopped mouthing her genitals but determined to pay no attention to anything he might do. Suddenly a wetly burning sensation of unbelievable proportions burst at the lips of the girl's vagina and sent a bolt of wild pleasure careening insanely over her shuddering nerve-paths. Her back arched automatically and a low gurgling moan came from her lips. Then it happened again, even more overpowering this time, causing her muscles to spasm uncontrollably.
Jill looked up in awe, searching for the source of this incredible stimulation that was tearing her body from her and saw to her horror Hector's long wet tongue shoot out for a third time and bury its burning wetness far up inside the sensitive folds of her wildly fluttering pussy. The dog licked on and on, his huge tongue parting the soft pink vaginal flesh as if it were made of butter, digging deep, deep into the fearfully cowering young wife's most intimate recesses.
Jill sobbed helplessly before this unnatural attack, and suddenly, in spite of all her determination she felt her sensually awakening body begin to desert her. Her buttocks jerked involuntarily towards that beautifully licking tongue which was sending helpless waves of delicious sensation coursing over her raw nerves.
"Oh no… No… I can't, I can't!" she cried as the cruel realization of her loss of control suddenly hit her with its fun impact, bunging further cries of shame and humiliation at the thought, not only of this perverted act being forced on her, but the even more frightening and shameful realization that her traitorous young body was suddenly enjoying it. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the flashing sparks of sensation between her legs that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing battle and she knew it as the big dog continued to lick ceaselessly at her naked cuntal flesh.
And then… after a long moment of desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind – the dam burst!
The blonde young beauty's shamelessly aroused body jerked once and then began a slow abandoned movement up against that thrusting tongue. Her hands reached up automatically to seize the great German shepherd by the ears and pull his long slippery tongue deeper into her quivering widespread cunt. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure racing through her flesh like tiny lances of an unbelievably beautiful fire.
Reagan stood by the bed lewdly stroking his thick pulsating penis as he grinned down at the moaning young bride's helpless surrender to the dog's obscene licking of her tight little pussy. He watched in delight as Hector's relentless tongue sliced through the soft blonde pubic hair, moist now from the obscene mixture of vaginal secretions and canine saliva. Jill's hips ground up into the animal face above her in a mindless hypnotic rhythm of lust. She was lost now, Reagan gloated while he excitedly watched the wantonness twist her lovely face.
Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long, he sensed with excitement, until he rammed it deep into that tight little cunt of hers and shot his eager sperm all the way up into her belly. He could not help laughing as he watched his own dog lapping this arrogant little cunt into an abject whimpering submission. By God, she wasn't too good for him anymore, she was just a little bitch screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with obscene delight, she'd get it alright… and get it good!