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 his 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, her 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 his 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.
Holy God, her amazed husband thought above her as he looked down at the now sensuously twisting body of his supposedly frigid young wife. Never had he seen her like this, her eyes glazed and unseeing, her fingers clutching spasmodically at his shoulders and, God, was he imagining it or was her tight little cunt milking and nibbling at his painfully swollen penis. Christ, and he'd only just started!
Passion began to replace anger in the mind of the surprised and pleased young man, causing him to ram into his moaning wife with a will, stroking all the way up to the end of her wetly sucking pussy so that he could feel his balls pounding hard against the smooth flesh of her buttocks.
Bill Reagan watched the touching family scene before him in amused fascination. Christ, that young stud was really laying into her, as well as he had done with Mae the other night. But Reagan had seen people make love many times before and quickly grew bored, wanting something a little more exciting, a little more perverse. His beady eyes lit on his dog, Hector, who was trying to remain inconspicuous in a corner, afraid of what his master might do to ham because of his disobedience.
"Hector, get your ass over here," Reagan snarled and the big dog got to his feet and nervously approached.
"Okay, you son of a bitch," Reagan said harshly, and he twisted one of Hector's ears until the animal howled. "You want to go out catting around, looking for your own tail, there it is over there," and he indicated the struggling married couple on the big bed.
"Come on, you dumb shit," he said and pushed the dog roughly toward the bed. "Come on, fuck her, fuck her!"
The confused dog moved uncertainly toward the bed, recognizing those last few words. He was to mount the female with the yellow hair, the one who's sex-hole he had lapped so recently. But how was he to do it? Already there was a man on top of her, blocking him from his goal. He looked back uncertainly at his master to see if he had misunderstood the order, but Reagan aimed a fierce kick at him and Hector jumped quickly up on the bed.
In his confusion the dog began to revert to the law of the wild and he growled menacingly at the man who had mounted the woman who was to be his. It took a moment for the preoccupied Bob to notice the blood-chilling sound, but then he turned his head to find himself face to face with a huge snarling German shepherd. He froze for a moment, not knowing what to do but not ready to give up the marvelous fucking he was getting from his incredibly turned on wife either.
"Turn Jill over, turn her over," said the quick-thinking Mae who had seen her uncle send the dog over to the bed. Bob didn't know quite what she meant for a second, but decided he had better do something while he was still in one piece. Wrapping his arms around his wildly fucking young wife, he rolled over so that she ended up on top of him, straddling his throbbing hardness like a bronc-rider in a rodeo.
"W-What?" exclaimed the young blonde, amazed to find herself suddenly on top.
"Take it easy, honey, we have somebody that wants to join us," Bob said thickly. An at once he had realized what it was Mae was suggesting they do, and great roaring sensations of lust thundered in his veins as the whole salacious picture became clear to him. "Come on, baby, lift your ass a little higher," he commanded, and he placed her in position with his strong hands. He looked bravely into the wild eyes of the big dog, then said, "Come on, Hector boy! Crawl up on her butt! Let's double-fuck her together!"
Jill was puzzled at first until she felt Hector's strong forelegs start to circle her hips and the soft fur of his belly rubbing against her naked ass-cheeks, and then she knew he had mounted her. She could imagine the huge, dripping, tapered penis sliding out, preparing to fuck her. But she was filled back there. There wasn't anyplace left but…!
"Oh God, no, Bob. You can't let him take me in the anus. He'll tear me wide open!"
"It doesn't look like we have any choice, baby. Try to stop him now and one of us is going to lose an arm. Come on, get that ass up in the air!"
"Oh… oh… Bob… Hector," Jill choked out as she felt the animal's searing hardness trailing through the widespread crevice between her vulnerably open buttocks. She was aware that Bob's cock was thrusting paralyzingly up into her from below. "Please, darlings, don't hurt me!"
Bob was almost out of his mind with pleasure as he fucked up into his cringing young wife's wetly clasping pussy. "Just hold tight and relax," he warned her. "He'll find what he's after and there's nothing we can do about it."
And he did! Jill sensed the beveled, needle-like tip of the German shepherd's cock catch suddenly in her rectum and worm just up inside. She sucked in her breath, remembering from watching the animal pound into Mae that he had no gentle motions. Hector humped forward… again… and again… and again… his huge hardened cock grinding further into her defensively puckering anus with each merciless thrust, sending waves of pleasure-pain screeching through the wailing young housewife's overloaded nerves.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," the shocked young woman gurgled, her head flailing helplessly from side to side. She tried to shake the punishing lance from her obscenely stretched rectum, but Hector's firmly clutching forepaws made that impossible. Oh, God, there was nothing to do but endure it… to endure both of them, dog and man fucking into both her painfully distended passages at the same time!
If it hadn't been for the flames of passion that Bob's earlier fucking had reawakened in her hotly raging belly it just wouldn't have been bearable. But then to the amazement of the hopelessly trapped young woman, the pain started to recede and a strange masochistic sensation began to invade her doubly filled loins. A animal-like hungering wildness came over her as she could feel the two cocks, one human, the other animal, fucking into her simultaneously. Moaning and whimpering in a crazed building passion, the wild-eyed young woman tried to move with the double-fucking tempo as the two males began to ram up into her in matching rhythm, their lust-swollen cocks disappearing in syncopation up inside her wet searing holes.
"Oh, oooohhhhh, sweet lovers! Yes… fuck me…! Fill me with your hard cocks," the lust-dominated young woman frantically begged.
Bill Reagan could not keep from laughing out loud as he watched the obscenely locked trio humping madly together on the bed. This was all his doing, he knew. He had made all these people and the dog, too, into his puppets who would do what he ordered, take any position he put them in. He wondered if he should make his niece take part in this lewd drama before him. But when he looked around she was nowhere to be found. Her dress was missing too. Well, no matter. He would have plenty of time later to make her pay for sneaking out without his orders. He turned his attention back to the bed.
Jill knew that her orgasm was not far away and she ground her pumping ass-cheeks frantically back against Hector's hairy loins at the same time pounding her pelvis down hard against her husband's long thrusting cock fucking up into her from beneath. She wanted them all to come together… Then Hector whimpered behind her, his powerful body quivering in ecstasy, and his boiling sperm began to shoot bullet-like up into Jill's tightly clasping rectum.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh… fuck me… fuck me hard!" the beautiful young blonde cried in wad abandon. "Ohhhhhhhh… Oh God… I can feel both of your cocks so good inside me! Aaaaahhhhh, faster, faster!" Her unseeing blue eyes grew wider and wider… until it happened! "Now… Noooowwwwww… I-I-I'm cummingggggggg…!"
Once more Jill felt Hector's scorching jets of animal-cum flooding her backsides in a never ending stream up inside her belly while enchanting spasms of incredible joy rocketed through her insanely convulsing loins. She could feel every contraction of that long thick cock as it rifled its load of seething animal-sperm deep up into her greedily milking little rectum.
Then Bob groaned beneath her, swearing obscenely as she plunged her wildly-sucking cunt down onto his thick towering hardness. The transformed young wife held her husband's cock completely absorbed inside her hungrily milking channel, undulating her hips in furious little circles while his huge pumping shaft began spitting its fiery surges of semen far up into the hidden recesses of her wondrously absorbing belly.
Jill held it fast, imprisoning her husband's cock tightly within the hot clutching walls of her pussy, sucking and pulling at it, her own orgasmic secretions pooling with his as spasm after wild spasm engulfed the blonde-haired young wife's furiously twisting body.
And then it was over. Jill collapsed forward on her husband's heaving chest as the last of his sperm drained from him. Hector fell back away from her still quivering young buttocks and stood uncertainly for a moment, his huge red penis already shrinking back up inside his belly. The young couple lay alone, unable to speak, their breath rasping harshly in their throats.
"That'll do for openers," said Reagan, his cold hard voice breaking into the thoughts of the exhausted young couple. "Now it's gonna be my turn." He leered down at Jill who was so tired that she could only look up at him uncomprehendingly.
"Oh no it's not uncle dear," said a voice behind Reagan, and he spun quickly around to find that Mae had re-entered the room. She had stacked a small pile of celluloid strips in a big ashtray and held a flaming match a few inches away from them.
"I found the pictures you took of me and Bob," the dark-haired young woman said coolly. "They're all destroyed now, all except these negatives and they'll be gone in a second. You're not going to bother these people any more, you dirty bastard. They're decent people, too good for you. You're less than dog shit under their feet. You can do anything you like to me, but I'm not going to help you harm other people."
"Mae…" Reagan said warningly. "So help me, if your burn those negatives you'll wish you had gone up in flames instead." He started to move toward his niece, but before he could reach her, she thrust the burning match into the pile of film. They caught at once and flared brightly for two or three seconds and then they were gone, just a small pile of glowing embers.
Reagan looked down unbelievingly as he saw his hold over the naked young couple disappear.
"Why… you… bitch!" he ground out from between clenched teeth and leaping forward he caught his niece by the shoulder and drew his huge fist back to smash her in the face.
But he never made it!
A streak of dark fur launched itself through the air and savage fangs clamped shut around Reagan's upraised arm while infuriated growls filled the room. Hector had had enough. Something had finally snapped in the huge animal's mind as he saw his brutal master about to attack the female he had mounted so many times… his mate!
"God…!" Reagan howled in pain. "Get this animal off of me! Help, help!" Then he was screaming in terror as Hector's teeth tore at his shoulders, and the fear-crazed man tried to protect his throat from the vicious attack, knowing his life would be lost if the animal ever succeeded in breaking through the protective circle of his arms.
"Back, back!" Mae shouted as she tugged at Hector's collar and little by little she forced the embittered animal back. Finally Hector quieted under her commands and stood facing Reagan threateningly, his hackles still raised and fierce growls coming from deep in his chest.
"The only reason I didn't let him kill you," Mae told the shattered Reagan, "is that I didn't want the dog to be destroyed. But I'll tell you this, you dirty bastard, if I ever see you around here again, I'll sic the dog on you and help him myself. I want you out of my house! Now! Today! And I want you to leave everything there that you can't carry with you!"
Reagan said nothing in return but only stood there clutching his bleeding arms and shoulders, an uncomprehending look on his face as if to ask, "Could this be happening to me?"
"And one more thing," Mae continued. "If you should ever get any funny ideas about getting back at me, don't forget that I know all the rotten things you've done over the last ten years – enough to get you locked up for a long time. So get out of town! Don't even look back!"
The beautiful young woman motioned toward the door, looking for all the world like some kind of war Goddess as she reined in the huge dog with one hand, her eyes flaring fire. Reagan walked gingerly around her, one last spark of hate flaring in his eyes – and then he was gone.
"D-Do you think he'll stay away?" Jill asked timidly, looking like a big-eyed child as she stared admiringly up at her beautiful friend and lover.
"I think so," Mae said firmly. "He knows that I know some pretty bad… things… about him. Anyhow, he's lost his dog, and he's lost face. I think maybe he'll look for greener pastures."
"Well, anyhow," she added, her face softening. "I know it's been a hard day, but I wonder if I could ask you to put me and Hector up for the night, until my dear uncle has time to clear out."
It was Bob who spoke this time. "Sure," he said as he got to his feet, unashamedly standing before the beautiful young woman, his strong body naked before her gaze. "Stay the night, stay the week, stay a year. We owe you a lot." He smiled and reached out a hand to this woman that he had come to know so well. He knew that underneath her hard cold exterior she was just a soft tender wanting woman, a woman who craved love and gentleness, and he was ready to give that to her. No, that was wrong! Both he and his new found wife were ready to give this strange woman the love and security she needed. They would make a team, and when his own stamina failed, he knew he would get plenty of help from the huge German shepherd that now stood so docilely before them. He reached down to help his beautiful naked blonde wife to her feet and then all four of them moved together warmly, naturally. Bob reached down to pet the head of the dog.
"Thanks, Hector," he said.