When Reagan walked out Jill's front door he was feeling on top of the world. His shoulders were back, his arms swinging jauntily, his lips whistling a happy tune. He had just won at his favorite sport; seduction, or to be more exact, semi-rape. In contrast to his confident swagger, Hector, his big German shepherd was a picture of dejection as he trailed reluctantly after the big man. This afternoon had brought some shocks for the beautiful animal. His master had first encouraged him to begin a sexual act with a woman and then had pulled him away in the middle of it. And to cap it off, the man he had followed faithfully for years had kicked him. Resentment battled with duty and training in the dog's confused mind while he followed his master as he had always been expected to do. Only this time the now wary animal was careful to keep out of the way of his boot.
"Mae! Mae, where the fuck are you?" Reagan roared as he slammed the front door of his house behind him. It was a moment before his sultry dark-haired niece appeared from a back room and stood silently waiting to see what her hated uncle had to say.
"You can take that Rumplestiltskin crap of yours and stuff it up your ass," the big man roared happily. "My name is still Bill Reagan. I gave that snotty little bitch across the street the screwing of her life."
"How nice for you both," Mae said acidly. She would never forgive her uncle for the brutal manner in which he had pried information from her about her evening with Bob Andersen, that "snotty little bitch's" husband.
"What's this?" Reagan asked, his brows raising in mock surprise. "Do I detect a tone of jealousy in your wise-ass reply. Well let me tell you something, little niece, you got something to be jealous of. Maybe I should send you over to take some lessons." The black haired beauty said nothing in return, and Reagan swept on into the living room and flopped wearily down into a chair.
"Whew, getting a little old, I guess. That wild piece of tail took a lot out of me. Maybe I need a drink. Make me one, Mae," he ordered pre-emptorily. Still without a word Mae walked over to the bar to do his bidding, knowing better than to annoy her brutal uncle.
"Maybe you should draw a bath for me too, while you're on your feet. The hot water'll relax the old bones, and then maybe later I'll fuck you, just for the sake of comparison." Reagan looked lasciviously over at his beautiful niece, thinking how nice it would be to have both these lovely women in the same day. They were now both his helpless slaves, his to violate whenever he wished.
While Mae was drawing Reagan's bath, Hector went over behind the couch and lay down, his head stretched out on his forepaws. His troubled canine eyes stared emptily into space as disturbing images of the exciting taste, smell and sight of the nakedly writhing female across the street flickered through his mind. The big dog had mounted a lot of women in the past, enough to know what he had missed, and he greatly resented being pulled so rudely away from the passionately aroused young blonde. The handsome animal kept nervously changing his position, glancing over from time to time to where his master was lounging back in an easy chair enjoying his drink. Like any human, the loyal animal felt guilty about his subversive thoughts.
"Your bath is ready, oh master," Mae said coldly as she came back into the room.
"About time," Reagan said good-humoredly as he got to his feet and stretched mightily, his joints cracking. "Make me another drink and bring it into the bathroom, okay?" He walked regally toward the hall, heading for the bathroom, and cruelly pinched one of Mae's breasts as he went by. Her face turned red with rage and hatred behind his back, and she found herself wishing she had put acid in the bath water. The seething young girl went back to the bar and mixed her uncle another drink. It took her a moment to get herself enough under control so that she would be able to take it to him without throwing it in his face.
As Mae's footsteps faded away down the hall, Hector found himself alone and, for the first time in his life, he began to think of disobeying his master. The big dog got up and paced nervously around the empty room, his nails clicking sharply against the hardwood, vaguely aware of an irritable burning in his unfulfilled hairy loins that fired his natural instincts and impelled his animal thoughts across the street to the female he remembered lying nakedly on the bed. He looked up quickly, guilt flooding his eyes as he heard someone come back in the room, but it was only Mae.
"Hello, beautiful," Mae crooned softly as she came up to the animal she loved so much. It was not often she had the chance to be alone with him, so she knelt down and put her arms around Hector's powerful neck and kissed him lovingly on the head. Hector's tongue shot out and licked Mae's face in response, his big heart overflowing with love. He had mated with Mae many times at Reagan's orders and might naturally have been expected to transfer his yearnings to her, but his mind was now on a single track. He wanted to finish what he had started with the soft sweet-smelling human female across the street so he moved away from Mae and headed for the front door.
"What is it, baby?" Mae asked in surprise. She got to her feet and followed the restless German shepherd into the entrance hall. He turned his handsome head pleadingly toward her and then scratched at the door with one paw, whining for attention at the same time.
"You want out?" Mae asked in surprise. This was the first time she had ever seen Hector want to leave the house without Reagan. "No, no, baby, that sonofabitch master of yours wouldn't like it if you went out alone." Her words only made the dog scratch harder at the door and whine more pleadingly. Mae was about to order him back into the living room when she became curious. Just why did he want out anyhow? On an impulse she suddenly opened the front door and without hesitation Hector pranced quickly outside and headed across the street, not looking back once.
Mae closed the front door and went to the window, the same one from which Reagan had been watching the innocent young bride just yesterday morning. She watched as Hector went up to the front door of the Andersens' house and began scratching furiously at the wooden panel. It looked for some time as if no one was going to answer, but then she saw the door swing open. Jill Andersen was standing inside, wrapped tightly in a housecoat. The young housewife looked down in surprise when she saw the big dog and seemed to hesitate a moment, but she finally stepped aside to let the animal in and closed the door behind him.
Mae sucked in a deep breath and bit her lip anger, fear, jealousy, and love all battling to take possession of her. She could hear her uncle humming to himself contentedly in the bathroom, and a thoughtful look came into her eyes. He would be out of the way for some time so she let the curtain fall back into place and headed for the front door herself. In a moment she was outside, heading for the house across the street.
"Well, uh… hello Mr. Hector," Jill said lamely as she looked down at the big dog standing in front of her. "Very nice of you to come over and see me. I'm sorry that I'm not better dressed…" She let her voice fade away, tired of the game she was playing. The lovely young blonde reached out a cautious hand and petted the huge animal experimentally on the head. Immediately he moved closer to her, standing on his hind legs, his front paws on her breast and before she realized his intention his warm moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly against her lips. In a natural reaction Jill drew back, surprised but not repelled, the loving wet contact sending deeply into the wide brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her hands. He had kissed her and he knew it!
Jill couldn't move and again the dog kissed her, and then he whimpered, an almost pleading sound. The young blonde jumped back, in shocked awareness that she had come within an inch of returning the animal's kiss! Damn, what was the matter with her, she thought wildly and again the dog whined, sensing the heat kindling in her belly and loins.
"Oh, Hector… Hector… what am I going to do with you?" the shaken young wife asked in bewilderment, but she was not fooling herself. What had she been doing when she let the dog in anyhow? And wasn't it her memories of that big hot tongue that had helped her to decide to open the door? Christ, she was about to explode inside; she couldn't think. What she needed was a drink before completely losing her wits!
Hector watched the young woman's every trembling move as she headed for the bar, never straying too far from her side, his stimulated senses picking up her want and need. He could smell the piquant aroma of fluid heat from her human beauty just as he had tasted it on her mouth. He wanted to move towards her but the big animal was confused, always accustomed to having his master give him the orders when it was time to mate with humans.
Jill refused to sit down and he stalked her like a shadow, sometimes getting close enough to brush against her, but she would slip away. Many times she refilled her glass and drained it, her soft warm body quivering when he crowded against her. She began to speak to him in a gentle crooning voice and her female sexual aura grew stronger and stronger until he knew a powerful throbbing in his heated flanks. And then finally she sat down, drawing his eager head into her lap so that the hot spicy fragrance rising from up between her warm resilient legs saturated his trained animal in senses.
"Oh, you rotten seducer," Jill moaned, cradling the big head. He almost seemed more than a dog, there was something so almost elegantly human about his maleness! He enchanted her and she knew why… rank lust gleamed in his rounded animal eyes!
"You want to make an animal out of me too, don't you? You want to finish what you started this morning… and… and God help me, so do I!" The young housewife's brain swam from the liquor, but her sensual excitement burned on undiminished. Oh, God, nothing could lessen that… only to have a male bring her to completion. And the only male present was…
Jill twisted in her seat, absolutely aflame with desire, a total seething wetness between her legs. And worst of all she knew Hector sensed it and was merely waiting…
"Oooooohhh…" she moaned aloud, once more pushing the dog away and getting to her feet. She needed another drink and she walked unsteadily to the bar.
"Would you like a drink, Mr. Hector," she asked with an insane little giggle. "What's that? You don't drink? Oh, what a shame," she continued. "But perhaps you would like to come into the bedroom and let me show you my etchings… Mr. Hector…" Her voice died away on a strangled note and the tortured young blonde walked swiftly towards the bedroom, not even looking downwards at the dog who followed anxiously on her heels.
The huge German shepherd instinctively discerned the pretty young blonde woman's anxiety, but then he too was unsettled, not knowing what he was supposed to do. He followed her into the bedroom and sat on his haunches watching her as she feverishly began to strip away her clothing. She had stopped speaking to him, and she made herself naked before him as if he did not exist until the radiant whiteness of her human female body was completely exposed, the rounded lush curves causing the big animal to wait with pantingly open jaws. He saw in her female beauty all the hidden secrets he had come to know with the others, and his trained eyes riveted on the sparse golden triangle partially hiding that hot little crevice he remembered from earlier in the day.
Jill lay down tremblingly on the bed, wondering if she might go completely out of her mind from the feverish sensations raging within that seething fluid channel up between her legs. She lay back, panting, her trembling thighs spread partially open, her fingertips tracing up over her rib cage to her full tingling breasts until they found the small hardened pink nipples and fiercely fondled them. All the while her eyes searched the burning ones of the dog waiting and whining at the foot of the bed.
Hector felt a throbbing quiver in his powerful loins, transmitted to him by the torrid craving in Jill's eyes. His heart pounded in his broad chest, and he wondered why she made him wait…
"Now, lover… come up here to me!" Jill said with a trembling voice. "Come up here and love me…"
In one effortless leap Hector was on the bed, poised like a statue as he looked down at the anxiously waiting woman, ardently surveying her exposed nakedness, and then he lowered his head towards his long-sought goal. Jill heard his animalistic little whine and felt his cool wet nose brushed against the flame-filled flesh of her inner thighs.
"Oh… Oh God!" she moaned and lifted her hips up toward the big dog. He whimpered again as he sniffed, and in near frantic passion she opened her legs wider, unable to keep back the sudden gasp as she felt his damp nose move lower and brush wetly against her sensitive little anus.
"Aaaaaaaaggghhh!" she blurted the moment that irresistible tongue shot deep up between her widely spread buttocks to lick excitingly up and down the smooth fleshy split around her anal mouth. The blonde young housewife lost track of time as the blissful titillation went on down between her thighs, knowing only that she never wanted that rapturous animal tongue to stop. She felt the wet searing lickings move up over her pulsating cuntal lips, tracing the thin hair-lined edges until they lapped wetly over her hotly tremoring clitoris. Again and again he did it, his fire-filled tongue spreading through her softly yielding cuntal flesh like a knife through soft butter. The tongue lapped on and on, at last lunging in a darting curl far up into her deliriously craving vaginal mouth! The lust-crazed girl moaned, spasming with ecstasy beneath the oral loving, her liquor-hazed eyes lustfully feeding on the incredibly obscene spectacle taking place between her widespread thighs below.
Oooooohhh… she would cum a dozen times, the lewdly sprawled young housewife giddily moaned, the long thick tongue sending incredible sensations throughout her hotly smoldering nakedness. Her gasping mewls increased as again and again the scorching wet tongue eagerly grazed through and over her quiveringly upraised loins, from her tightly puckered little anus upward through her moistly glistening pussy crevice and at its peak stabbing in through the heated outer flesh to flick maddeningly at her tiny palpitating clitoris, fanning the growing flames inside her like a bellows.
How long it went on without letup Jill in her erotic intoxication did not know, caring only that it continue as the heavenly tongue licked on and on, causing her to whimper and squirm beneath it.
"Next hell want to fuck you, you know," the unexpected female voice rang out.
Jill froze in shock, her whole body going rigid. Her eyes had been closed for the last five minutes and had not noticed the bedroom door slowly open. She searched wildly about the room until her gaze came to rest on a dark-haired young woman leaning nonchalantly against the wall, her arms folded over her chest. It took the amazed young housewife a moment to recognize the intruder.
It was Mae, Reagan's niece, the woman who had seduced her husband!
With a shriek of shame and fear Jill tried desperately to pull the edge of the bedspread up over her shamefully naked body but succeeded only in coveting half of herself, leaving her left breast and thigh exposed. Hector too had not noticed Mae's entrance, his normally keen senses focused entirely on the task before him, but now he hopped down from the bed and went to Mae's side, nuzzling her hand affectionately.
"W-What are you doing in here?" Jill asked haltingly.
"I saw the dog coming over here and I thought… well, I knew what that meant."
Jill colored at the words, totally humiliated at being caught in the middle of her perverse act. Mae came closer to the bed.
"Hector is my only real lover, you know, and I thought it might put us on a little more equal footing. I took your male and you took mine. But it's just a loan."
"Yes," Jill said in sudden anger, "You seduced my husband! You helped force me into this…"
"I was forced myself, on the orders of my uncle, and he can be very persuasive. I think you had the chance to get to know him a little today."
Jill blushed again at Mae's words, having almost forgotten in her passion of the last couple of hours how horribly this day had begun. She watched Mae with a little less hostility as the dark-haired woman came closer and finally sat on the edge of the bed next to her.
"You know, we're all in my uncle's power, and that's what he lives for. He has those photographs to control your husband and you – he has the dog to control me. And did you know, that's my house he's living in across the street. It was my mother's before she died, and she left it to me, but he's taken it over like everything else I have… even my soul."
Then she added, "I'm sorry I had to be part of the trap you fell into, but I'm not sorry about sleeping with your husband. It was a beautiful experience."
A twinge of jealousy shot through Jill, but she reasoned that she had better be careful about throwing stones. Already in one day she had made passionate love to a relative stranger and had been lying babbling in insane pleasure under the lingual caresses of a dog!
"What do you mean, your uncle controls you with the dog," Jill asked, wanting to change the subject.
"Because the dog is my lover, as I said before. My uncle only lets me have Hector when I've done something that pleases him." Mae let her smoky eyes move over the younger girl's half-covered body. "You're very beautiful," she said simply. "Why don't you let your husband make love to you?" And her hand reached out and settled gently on Jill's naked left breast. The startled blonde could not keep from sharply drawing in her breath at the unexpected tingling contact, and she was reminded by the strength of the erotic signals running through her just how close she had been to having an orgasm, only seconds before Mae's arrival. If this woman had not come in, she would have known the second orgasm of her life. Now…
"I… That's all changed now," she said hurriedly. "I was wrong before, and I'm going to make it up to Bob. Something strange happened to me today…" she waved her hand weakly towards the dog, wondering why she made no move to push Mae's tantalizing fingers from her breast where they were now sliding gently over her hardening nipples.
"Yes," the dark-haired beauty said, "for all his brutality my uncle has a way of bringing out the hidden passions in a woman's body, or maybe it's just precisely because of that… his brutality. Did you let Hector fuck you yet?" she suddenly asked.
"Fucked…" Jill stumbled over the lewd word. "You mean he…" she asked hesitantly.
"Just like a man, only better. And have you ever made love to a woman?" Jill was vaguely aware that her beautiful neighbor was leaning closer to her and that her hand was bringing sharp flashes of pleasure from her swollen breasts. What was it about this strange person that seemed to confuse her thoughts and make her so wildly aware of her own body? Perhaps it had something to do with the slow steady hypnotic way she spoke and the dark sultry depths of her eyes. No wonder Bob had succumbed, she thought to herself in rising helpless panic.
"No," she answered weakly, "I've never made love to a dog, and I've never made love to a woman." Her only answer was a knowing warm smile from Mae that made the younger girl feel as if her insides had melted, but melted in fire. She had never been so aroused in her life, and a part of her mind sensed that if she had not been on the verge of reaching her climax from Hector's licking she would probably tell this lovely creature that, no thank you, she didn't want any of what she was selling. But instead she lay on the bed breathing raggedly, watching the older woman as she slowly stood up and reached behind her to unzip the light dress she was wearing. It fell to the floor with a whisper and Jill saw that she had been wearing nothing underneath. A gasp came from the young blonde's lips as she saw unveiled for the first time the dark naked beauty of her voluptuous neighbor.
"Before today is over you'll know it all," Mae said lovingly, soothingly. "You'll know all about dogs and all about women."
"Oooooooh, Mae," Jill whimpered, more and more aware of the raging fire in her unfulfilled loins. She made no objection as the darkly beautiful woman lay down next to her, but to Jill's inexperienced surprise, Mae positioned herself with her head at the opposite end of the bed so that her face was opposite Jill's wetly throbbing vagina and her own loins lay only about a foot and a half from the young wife's desire-misted eyes. Oh God, Jill thought tremblingly, this exciting creature must be getting ready to lick my pussy, just as Hector did, and does that mean that I'll have to do the same for her? Jill wet her lips in horrified fascination as she looked over at the voluptuously naked female body lying full length next to hers.
Hector too watched intently. He had gone to the corner of the room when Mae had come in, wondering if she were here to punish him for his disobedience to his master. But no, she had never been the one to punish him, and the big dog soon forgot his fears as his interests quickly became aroused by the sound of heavy breathing coming from the two naked women on the big bed. They lay on their sides facing one another, but now he could see the smaller blonde one raise her top leg, bending it at the knee with her foot resting on the mattress so that he could clearly make out her blonde-fringed vaginal slit. And then the dark-haired woman he knew so well gently slid her hand down between those open legs and her fingers worked gently into that wetly heated slit. They played there for a moment before she withdrew them, and then her lovely face slowly lowered to the other girl's wetly shining pussy crevice where he had been licking moments before.
Mae had made love to women many times in her life, usually forced into it by Reagan as he watched in voyeuristic enjoyment, but this time it was different. Mae didn't know just what it was that drew her to the innocent young housewife lying tremblingly next to her, but she had a tremendous desire to give her pleasure. Perhaps it was her shining blonde beauty, perhaps it was the memory of the passionate evening she had spent with the other girl's husband, perhaps it had something to do with the wildly erotic scene that she had walked into just a few minutes ago. Whatever it was, she could never recall ever wanting to taste and love a pussy this much. Her eyes feasted on the narrow pink ribbon of flesh between Jill's blonde-fringed cunt-lips and she rested her cheek on the hot trembling flesh of her neighbor's satin thigh, close enough for her lips and nose to be tickled by the wispy silken strands curling of pussy hair so invitingly outward. They were all in this together, she, Jill, and her young husband, and even Hector. All victims of her uncle, all locked together now in a sinister ring of shared sexual pleasure.
All this while, utterly lewd salacious sensations charged through Jill's naked body, her belly and cunt seething with lustful desire. Oh, this beautiful woman, this lovely creature was going to lick the burning need from her pussy! The young blonde had never in her life dared think of engaging in such an act; being made love to by another girl. It was lesbianism… yes, that's what it was – contrary to everything she'd ever believed… sinful, yet she wanted it. Yes, she wanted it and had to have it!
The golden-haired wife watched with intoxicated amazement as that lovely dark head nestled lovingly deep down between her widespread thighs and then, yes…! She was nearly overcome with the incredibly erotic tremors that rippled through her vibrant young body as the wet magic contact of Mae's experienced tongue made its first searing contact with her seething cunt-lips. The older woman began to lick in long rushing strokes, all the way from the bottom of her vaginal crevice to the top, not entering but causing Jill to thrust her loins eagerly forward with each tantalizing caress against her wildly sensitive pussy.
Mae's own feverish loins began to come alive with impish tongues of lustful flame as she hungrily pressed her lips deeper into the warm succulent pussy flesh of the squirming young wife. Immediately her mouth became open and hot, all stabbing tongue, as it invaded the smoldering liquid flesh beneath. Ardently her eager tongue lashed out at the tiny erect clitoris, then back down again, darting everywhere inside Jill's hotly writhing pussy. The young blonde's delirious moans of happiness and lurid wet sluicing sounds filled the room as hot vaginal secretions mixed with Mae's saliva.
Jill moaned and squirmed to the rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, ripples of fantastic sensation spasmodically twitching her tautly curved body. Panting explosively, the passion-wracked young blonde spread her legs open as wide as possible and thrust her steaming loins lewdly forward to bring the magic tongue tighter into her wide-splayed cuntal mouth. She could hear Mae's answering gasps under her, sucking the air in short surges, but never breaking the fervent contact of her fervent lips and tongue. Even her nose was buried… immersed in the tight pink folds of her lover's pussy. After the wonderful tonguing Jill had received less than a half-hour before from Hector, it didn't take the moaning young housewife long to reach the very pinnacle of her sexual excitement. Suddenly a white hot spark of flame was triggered in her convulsing belly and screaming loins!
"Ooooohhh… ooooohhh, Maeeeeee! I'm… I'm cccuuumminnnggg…!"
The beautiful young wife's voice trailed off in a choking whine somewhere between a sob and a sigh, then broke out once again into a thin high pitched wail as ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body. Intense sensations swept through the flailing girl's body as she writhed in the throes of sweet agony, jerking and tremoring. But she never lost contact with that open sucking mouth glued so tightly to her climaxing cunt, and the flickering tongue continued to play over her frenetically tremoring clitoris, sending waves of electric delights flashing towards her swooning brain. On and on, the two beautiful women writhed together in a hot naked embrace, oblivious of everything but their own ecstasy, oblivious even to the pair of human eyes staring awe-struck through the bedroom window.
Not even the dog noticed.