Chapter Six
Newton paused for a moment beside the powerful black Chrysler,
listening to the cooling engine snap and tick as he gazed around him.
It was the next day at Quail Lake and a typically beautiful one. The
grey haze of that morning had dissolved and now, just after noon, the
sun was blazing down brilliantly as a light breeze from the north
stirred and swept away the last layer of cloud. He could hear the tops
of the pines swishing and murmuring like hushed voices that reminded
him where he was.
A couple of minutes later, Newton heaved a huge sigh of relief as he
poked his head just inside the kitchen door at the rear of the palatial
Blackwell home and saw John, the skinny grey-haired chef of about
sixty, working in deep concentration over the large electric range at
the far end of the room.
"Hi, John! I'm sure glad to see you," Newton said as he stepped inside.
"I've been looking for Braun and can't seem to find him anywhere."
Newton felt a sudden flash of irritation when the thin-bodied older man
failed to answer him or even notice his presence. The handsome young
chauffeur and maintenance man had just returned from a drive at
breakneck speeds into the nearest town to buy a dozen packages of the
expensive special smoking tobacco that Mr. Blackwell always used. His
wealthy employer had told him late that morning that the tobacco was
urgently needed and that Newton should deliver it in person by no later
than twelve-thirty.
"John?"
"Yeah, boy, what do you want?" John finally answered, not even
bothering to look up from his task at the stove.
"Uh, I was just wondering ... what's for dinner today?" the young
brown-haired husband asked tentatively, momentarily intimidated by
John's grouchiness. He knew that the chef had a tendency to be cranky
at times but realized that the older man might be able to help him find
Mr. Blackwell sooner than he could on his own. A bit of interest in
another man's work always warmed him up faster than anything, Newton's
father had always said.
"Don't know, boy, because I haven't decided yet.... This here's for the
dog," John said abruptly, still not turning around from whatever it was
he was cooking. "Why, you hungry?"
"No, I was only interested in what sort of things the Blackwells like,"
Newton smiled politely.
"I guess Nadalee can tell you about that a lot better than I can," the
skinny chef said mysteriously.
"What do you mean?" Newton inquired, his brow furrowing as he tried to
imagine why his ignorant young wife would know anything about the fancy
dinners John whipped up every evening. "Nadalee doesn't know a darned
thing about cooking-except what I taught her myself after we got
married."
"Well, boy, she seems to know enough to keep the boss pretty well
satisfied," John chuckled, a hidden smile of amusement on his lips.
"But when you look like her, you don't have to know very much about
anything."
"What do you mean by that?" Newton snapped suddenly, an angry flustered
expression on his face as he pondered the sinister suggestiveness in
the other man's voice. "Nadalee's a good God-fearing girl and she
wouldn't think -"
"Oh, is that so? Well, it looks like you've got a few things to learn,
young fella," the cook interrupted with a knowing grin on his gaunt
face as he turned to look at Newton. "Now, what do you want? It's
almost twelve-thirty and I've got to get Buck's dinner ready. I've got
a feeling he's going to be pretty damned hungry in a little while."
"I-I'm looking for Mr. Blackwell," the young man answered. He was
stymied by the unexplained remarks but knew that there was not enough
time now to probe into them further. He had been instructed to deliver
the packages of tobacco right away and did not want to keep the wealthy
man waiting ... especially not after what his employer had told him
yesterday morning about the savings account for the farm.
"That's what I figured. You'll find Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell upstairs in
the study about now," John advised him in a tone of sarcastic
formality, adding, "and you'll probably find your hot young wife up
there too. Go on up, boy, and see how rich people have fun in their
spare time ..."
The spindly chef's words dissolved into a long flood of laughter as he
stood watching the door from the kitchen to the hallway swing to a
standstill after Newton's hasty departure. By God, that hick kid was
going to see something upstairs that would rattle him down to earth for
a change, John mused as his laughter subsided. It never failed to
tickle him when the Blackwells arranged the clever sex games that
always left some poor young girl or newly-married couple shaken for
life. But this boy from Oklahoma and his sexy redheaded wife looked
like extra choice morsels-even if they were two of the most ignorant
kids he had ever met. Well, they had to find out for themselves what
makes the world go round sooner or later anyway and now was probably as
good a time as any.
John grinned licentiously as he reached one hand over to the electric
console next to the stove and, finding the right button, pressed it
with his index finger to warn his employers that the boy was on the way
up to deliver the tobacco. He checked his watch once again and saw that
the timing was perfect.
Newton strode quickly along the thickly carpeted upstairs hallway,
still angry at John and yet just as much curious about the real meaning
behind the normally grouchy chef's outburst of laughter and the remarks
about Nadalee. The young man sensed intuitively that the older man had
been trying to imply something terrible and untrue about his wife's
dealings with the Blackwells, the generous people who now held the key
to his dream of having a farm to work with Nadalee at his side.
Besides, what would she be doing alone with the middle-aged couple up
here-during working hours-that could be thought of as fun?
Eight, nine, ten, he counted silently, satisfying himself that the
half-open door ahead of him was the entrance to the study. It was open,
he saw with relief, noting happily that a faint path of sunlight poured
out from the interior of the room to the dark corridor. He walked up
with an innocent smile on his mouth and was just about to lower his
raised right fist to knock when suddenly he froze, his handsome young
face paling as he blinked his eyes and swayed slightly as though he
were about to lose consciousness.
"Dear God, no, no!"
Newton's mind blanked completely with shock for a moment as he beheld
the lewd sight in the room. The young husband wanted to scream, to turn
and race back down to the kitchen, to somehow pretend that what he saw
inside was not really true, but his whole body was paralyzed and he
stood there unmoving as though his feet were too heavy to lift from the
floor.
Nadalee was in there! She was sitting on a huge leather couch with her
eyes and teeth clenched tightly shut-and she was completely naked! Mr.
Blackwell and Braun were in there too, both naked from head to foot as
they stood on either side of the beautiful eighteen year-old redhead
and peered down at the shameless, sinful thing she was doing to
herself! Her rounded white legs were opened wide as she probed with her
fingers at the moist pink lips of her contracting vagina, widening
them. She slipped her middle finger in and out smoothly between the
lubricated ragged flanges with her legs jackknifed back now, knees
pressed back tightly against her full white breasts. The wanton
redhead's soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the
inquiring finger, her facial muscles tightening as she joined another
finger with the first and, grimacing a little, pushed both of them into
the hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise and a
low moan of pleasure purred from her parted lips.
Newton tensed in greater shock at this obscene indignity and shook his
head as though to clear away the lewd spectacle from his unbelieving
mind. But it was true, all right, and the little bitch was obviously
loving it so much that she was out of her mind with Godless passion.
Blinking again, he focused his eyes on the vulgar exhibition of his own
wife driving her fingers into herself in uncontrollable passion. The
rapidly increasing rhythm brought grunts of pleasure from deep in her
throat as the fingers sank into the tight, pink opening, making wet
sounds of suction as she withdrew them only to push them in again. Her
beautiful young face was flushed crimson as she strained for orgasm,
groaning in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper.
They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the low
leather roll at the back of the couch, her long red hair swaying and
flowing in her frustrating effort to bring herself to climax. But she
kept on, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread, straining
buttocks, her grunting noises becoming louder and faster by the moment
as she continued.
Suddenly, out of another part of the room, Buck, the huge black-and-
brown German Shepherd, appeared. Newton saw the ferocious-looking dog
lumber up to Nadalee on the couch, growling in vicious warning as he
sniffed along the insides of her defenseless, upturned loins. Her eyes
were jerked open wide in terror and the back of her hand was pressed
tightly to her mouth to keep from screaming. She made a slight movement
to lower her legs and roll to one side on the couch but the giant
German Shepherd growled more menacingly and she froze in the helpless
position of masturbation, her thighs still spread wide apart and her
knees drawn up tightly to her breasts. It was impossible for her to
move without bringing another snarl of threat from Buck.
"Buck likes young ones, doesn't he, Braun?" Newton heard the
millionaire ask of the bald servant.
"Yeah, Mr. Blackwell.... I like 'em too," the excited moron grumbled in
reply.
Newton jumped when the huge animal moved forward a step toward his
defenseless wife. His first impulse was to fly through the doorway and
into the room to her rescue but for some strange reason-one he could
not understand-he was unable to move. Somehow, the very helplessness of
his beautiful teen-aged wife leaning back against the leather couch,
shaking with fear before the snarling dog, was sadistically fascinating
to him. He could not even turn away his eyes. The lewd thought of the
giant German Shepherd raping his naked and defenseless wife, right in
front of his eyes, sent shivers of wicked curiosity tingling through
him. And besides, the little whore deserved anything that might happen
to her now, now that she had stooped to such evil carnality that she
shamelessly played with herself in front of two naked men!
His thoughts jerked back to the scene from which his eyes had never
wavered. The monstrous dog lowered his head to the young redhead's
soft, hair-covered loins and began to sniff in earnest. His brushy tail
wagged in evidence of his excitement as though he had finally found the
best mating partner of his canine life. Nadalee moaned in fright as his
cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She tensed
as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice in
which it nestled, the tip burrowing slightly into the rubbery brown
ring of flesh. For a moment, she tried to squirm away but Buck raised
his head and growled again, then began greedily lapping at the narrow
pinkness of the slit above her anus. He ran his tongue hotly up the
full length of it, from the tightly-closed anal opening up over the
fluted pink ridges of her pussy until it grazed the tiny bud of her
clitoris at the top of her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through
the silky softness of the hair-covered swelling like a knife through
soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the young redhead's wide-
spread legs, pausing sometimes to curl its way deep inside her. She
jumped automatically, squirming under the hot wet onslaught of the
fleshy spear lapping and goring her cunt.
Holy Jesus, the wanton cheating bitch was actually moaning as though
she liked it! At first, Newton thought his ears were betraying him but
gradually he realized that the frightened sounds of before had changed
to soft mewls of pleasure, pleasure that even she had never dared give
voice to when he had made love to what he had thought was his sweet,
pure young wife ... even though it had always been for the sake of
making her pregnant with his son. But still, Newton could not take his
eyes from the forbidden sight. He shuddered and gasped at the change
coming over her more and more as he watched. She was totally immersed
in her own pleasure, her entire voluptuous body writhing as the thick
tongue licked slitheringly between her legs. Then he saw her raise her
hands to hold them aloft for a moment, as though in indecision, and
then drop them to the beast's head.
She grasped the dog's ears and with a deep animal sound of her own,
kicked her smooth white legs back over her head even further and pulled
his pointed nose forward into her well-lubricated pussy. His long pink
tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard,
ravishing her naked secret parts without mercy. Whines and wild
incoherent groans streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the
dumb animal who was salivating so freely between her writhing white
buttocks.
The aroused dog worked like the savage creature he was, driven by the
rutting lust of the wild in him. The staggered husband watched his
wife's milky-white flesh quiver as the maddened animal drank from the
teasing open slit. This perverted stimulation was driving her insane
and she squirmed forward so that the snake-like thickness of the long
tongue could give her more pleasure. She was willingly rolling her
naked white buttocks against the face of the animal, seeming to drown
in the weirdness of the obscene unnatural act.
Suddenly, the slavering dog lifted his head from her moist cuntal
opening and Newton heard his impassioned lusting wife cry out in
disappointment. My God, she was actually pleading out for more of the
horrible, debasing excitement as though the very last of her natural
resistance against sin had vanished under the lapping of the German
Shepherd's tongue. She was enslaved by the huge animal panting over
her, her quivering body spread-eagled under him as he reared up to
place his forepaws on the couch beside her shoulders. Newton thought he
would pass out from sheer shock as he saw his lust-crazed young wife
strain forward with one hand to touch the sheath that enclosed the
dog's penis. His heart beat crazily as he watched her take hold of the
hairy sheath and begin to milk it, first gently and then with
increasing urgency. She seemed to flinch in fear when Buck began to
respond, his natural desire flaming up and jerking his muscles to
greater life. She labored steadily, carefully, gasping for breath as
she squirmed back against the couch cushions, pushing the wet swollen
lips of her cunt down hard in a useless attempt to douse the fire
before it was too late. The brief contact with the leather seemed only
to further ignite the fire raging out of control in her loins.
Newton observed a bizarre look of almost masochistic pleasure light his
sex-hungry wife's eyes as the glistening red penis slipped out from the
dog's sheath, dancing and jerking lewdly in her hand as Buck began to
make humping movements and squirt tiny premature jets of clear semen on
the cushion between her upturned legs. The massive black-brown dog's
head lowered again and the thick tongue slithered out into the exposed
crevice between Nadalee's pale-white thighs. The German Shepherd's
tongue lashed her for another long avid moment as she gasped, laboring
for breath, and then the young husband saw his own wife sob with desire
as she thrust forward her rounded buttocks in an attempt to capture the
steadily lengthening red shaft with the pulsing lips of her grasping,
hungry cunt. What Buck wanted was plain to see-and the beautiful
redheaded girl wanted it too, her white globular ass-cheeks lifted and
spread open with both of her hands now. The creature's hot tongue had
lashed her into servile surrender, crushing her resistance and pride
with its unmerciful and unyielding attack on her sensitive female
crevice for what had seemed like an eternity.
The shining scarlet penis had slipped all the way out of its furry
casing, dripping steadily from the tapered tip, dancing in the young
girl's hot wet crevice as the dog trembled with the anticipation of
sinking the thick shaft into her body. Newton saw his girlish wife
continue to heave toward the long throbbing dog prick like an animal
herself and the very thought of his own Nadalee actually wanting to be
fucked by a brute sent another electric chill of unwanted sensation
through his male loins. His own heart was starting to pound like a tom-
tom as he leaned forward a little from his position at the doorway to
watch the sharp tip of Buck's cock jabbing between his wife's open
legs, trying to enter her, missing again and again and even prodding
against her cringing anus once or twice.
The lithe-bodied brunette saw his bride of a year wince and tense,
jerking in an attempt to evade the bending, up-slipping prod in sudden
fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack after having had
his first taste of success. He began to thrust blindly, the thin point
sliding frustratingly high, into the soft hair-nested slit to rub
against the erect clitoris. Newton saw that the hot scarlet of the
dog's penis jabbing wildly contrasted excitingly with the fevered pink
of the girl's passion-inflamed pussy, spreading the lips wider as the
unhoused shaft searched between them.
Newton held his breath as he stood watching the huge dog bucking
against his moaning wife, attempting to skewer her on the shiny head of
the ever-lengthening taper of the long, dripping penis. Out of control,
Buck growled in frustration as Nadalee, in final desperation, reached
down and grasped the slippery cock to guide the point of it into the
moist pink slit, Buck's every forward thrust spreading it wider and
wider apart. The stroking member slipped out of her fingers and found
the tiny opening of her anus by mistake, popping into it cruelly.
"Ooooooohh, nooooooooo!" she screamed with the pain of the unexpected
intrusion, twisting to one side in an effort to escape the obscene
impalement. But Buck was not to be discouraged and returned to the
attack of the helpless girl with all the lust of the wild, mindlessly,
savagely humping against her hard, throbbing clitoris and then slipping
down further to thrust between the lips of her white-hot pussy. Nadalee
deliberately and shamelessly grasped the dog's rigid prick again with
one hand as with the fingers of the other she parted the hair-lined
lips of her vagina, holding her mouth open in an O-gape as the giant
German Shepherd jerked forward and suddenly buried his huge penis deep
between her legs.
"Ooohh! Aaahh! yeeesss," Newton heard her moan in grateful abandonment
as Buck sank himself into her quivering belly, into his wife's belly.
The thick cock raced in, in, in, deep into the squirming girl's pink,
clasping cunt, filling her with its scarlet length. Newton's eyes
bulged out in wonder and disbelief as he watched it slither forward
with a wet rush until it was in her all the way up to the hilt, its
very roots straining out of the hairy sheath, the sperm-swollen balls
finally thumping wetly against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
Further moans of relief came from Nadalee's lips, her exquisite face
contorting in a lewd smile of ecstasy as she began to move rhythmically
upwards to meet the thrusts of the panting dog. Even as the beast's
forelegs draped over her shoulders, trapping her upper body, she began
to undulate her body and move her creamy delectable ass in lascivious
circles, abandoning herself completely to the delicious animal fucking
she was receiving in Mr. Blackwell's study on the sumptuous leather
couch. Her glazed green eyes were opened wide in rapturous wantonness
and her head was turned slightly sideways so that Newton was able to
see the full effect it was having on her. Her large, firm breasts
danced and bounced in little quivering motions as Buck pounded into her
eager cunt and she writhed in time to the penetrating lunges he made
into her with the glistening flesh of his poker-hot thickness.
The flabbergasted young husband shifted his gaze a little and was
astonished even more for a moment at the sight of the pair of drooling
men standing on either side of Nadalee's position on the couch. Mr.
Blackwell's penis was erect and he was massaging it in the same lewd
way that the bald servant was caressing his tremendous long cock....
They were masturbating! They were watching Nadalee getting fucked by a
dog and were so excited by the sight that they were actually playing
with themselves!
The filthy fucking bitch, the goddamned whore, she loves it! Newton
repeated over and over to himself. His own sweet little wife was
actually loving the lewd sensual sin she was committing there, in front
of two naked men who were so worked up by the unnatural act being
performed so wantonly before their eyes that they had completely lost
control of themselves!
He could not believe it ... it was truly impossible ... and yet his
breath was coming in tight gasps and his own heart was pounding
fiercely, so violently that his consciousness was affected and he did
not realize that his penis jerked slightly as it began to harden in his
trousers. The burning sensation in his tensed loins grew with maddening
intensity with every moment he watched his innocent young wife being
ravished to the point that only the devil's presence in her soul could
possibly explain her sinfully impassioned reactions. The brown-haired
young man was beginning to perspire in the close warmth of the hallway
and trickles of male sweat began to run down his back and from the
flatness of his stomach down into his pubic hair. Its slow teasing
trail caused him to catch his breath and bite down unconsciously on his
lip to keep back a moan of frustration. His nerves were shattered and
his mind whirled as he fought against the strange stirrings of desire
in his virile youthful body. He knew that he should tear away his eyes
from the sight of his wife being violated so unnaturally, should turn
and run from the sight of Nadalee being fucked-actually fucked!-by a
dog. But the lewd thought itself sent another chill of pleasurable
feeling coursing through his taut boyish loins and he could now sense
the seeping wetness of his semen at the end of his involuntarily
hardening prick.
"Fuck me, fuck my cuuuunnt!" Nadalee begged of the pumping dog, her
supple white body arching obscenely upward to swallow the thrusting
slippery flesh of Buck's cock. His hairy flanks shimmered in the
sunlight of the study as he rammed hard into the gaping hollow between
the ecstatic girl's thighs. She was completely beside herself now and
was shouting shocking encouragements to the German Shepherd fucking her
senseless, hissing at him through clenched teeth as she begged him to
fuck into her hungry pussy as hard and fast as he could.
"I think you dropped something," Dolores ventured in a soft, amused
voice as she stood completely naked at Newton's side, her extended hand
holding out the package of special tobacco that he had let slip from
his grasp during his excitement.
"Huh ... what?" Newton mumbled absently, then turning with a sudden
twist of his aroused body toward the sound of her sultry voice. "W-what
are you doing here?... Why-why are you n-naked?"
She tossed her mane of blonde hair, averting her face from his gaze as
a smile of amusement played over her mouth at the sight of the hand
some youth's puzzled expression. She knew she had to be careful not to
make him suspicious more than he already seemed to be, that she had to
use wilely tactics to prevent him from knowing how he had been duped
into witnessing the arranged exhibition taking place within the study.
The voluptuous older woman had waited until she thought the time was
right, had stood behind him in the hallway as she watched the young
husband peer in at the sight of his beautiful wife being fucked out of
her mind by Braun's enormous German Shepherd. When Dolores had decided
a moment ago that the spectacle had taken its toll on the brown-haired
husband's senses, she had finished undressing and moved in for the
kill.
"I was taking a nap, Newton," she explained confidently, "in the master
bedroom ... and I heard a noise coming from here."
"But ... you're naked," he reminded, turning his eyes away in an
appropriate gesture of modesty.
"Of course I'm naked ... I always undress for afternoon naps," Dolores
explained unsmilingly, a matter-of-fact tone of voice making her
explanation sound all the more logical and innocent. "I didn't expect
to find you out here in our hallway ... watching your wife doing what
she's doing in there."
The stunning, shapely blonde moved forward a step to place her hand on
the distressed husband's forearm in a show of sympathetic affection and
condolence when she saw his forehead wrinkle in confusion and jealous
anger. God, he was handsome, she thought, her blue eyes glued to the
sight of his suntanned brow and the smoothness of clean-shaven face.
"Well, I sure didn't expect this either," he swore with a quick wave of
his free hand in a movement of utter sincerity, his cheeks blushing
with color and his eyes widening in a show of dazed wonderment.
"Not so loud, darling, or you'll let them know we're here," Dolores
cautioned.
"So what if they do see us!" Newton blustered, drawing back
indignantly.
"But what if they see that?" she said significantly, nodding her head
toward the spreading stain of wetness at the peak of cloth where his
penis jutted out in erection under his trousers. It was all she could
do to keep from betraying herself with a giggle. She fought to restrain
herself, choking off the impulse as she struggled tenaciously to
maintain a balance between her feelings of amusement and rising desire.
After a moment, she regained her composure and dropped her eyes to
spare him the hint of a grin on her face.
Obviously, Newton could not answer her question and turned wordlessly
away to watch the painfully stimulating sight of his wife's crazed,
surrendering body as she moaned and thrashed under the massive body of
the sex-maddened dog.
Dolores felt her own senses succumbing to the lewd urges now flooding
through her too-long denied body and moved closer to the warmth of
Newton's alerted maleness, her full right breast pushing nakedly
against the solid muscles of his chest. She did not dare to reveal her
true intentions yet, to be too aggressive, and contented herself for
the moment by snaking her closest arm as inconspicuously as she could
around his trim waist, her hand dangling loosely over his lean hip as
she pressed herself softly against him. She could sense the great
effort he was making to remain aloof and felt a brief pang of real
sympathy toward his confusion, perhaps as a result of her own lust-
provoked unsteadiness.
She was a whore, an evil madwoman! Nadalee ranted at herself, even
though she relished every pile-driving stroke of Buck's cock up into
her stomach, pushing her delicate inner organs higher and higher until
she was positive they would break loose and spill forth from between
her parted lips. The huge dark-haired German Shepherd was fucking into
her willing young pussy so furiously that her very soul was being
ripped loose-he was pushing it out of her ravenously blooming body more
and more with every punishing stroke. Oh shit, fuck my cunt, fuck me,
fuck me, you big bastard!... Fuck your hard cock up my pussy, all the
way up to my tits! the sweet-faced young wife screamed to herself,
slamming her smooth satiny buttocks upward against the dog's hairy
groin with all her strength.
She was begging the growling brute to fill her, to ravish her, to use
her like a rutting bitch.... She was begging to be subjugated and
defiled, for the primitive canine to shoot his hot sperm into her, to
bloat her sleek flat tummy with his animal cum and leave her bulging
with the shame she knew she deserved. She was insane, a lust-wild demon
who cared about nothing but the hard scarlet length of cock pistoning
in and out of her stretched wet pussy! The succulent eighteen year-old
girl was completely crazy and breathlessly excited in her humiliation
at being fucked by this panting beast in front of her tiny audience,
her mind dimly aware that the lewd writhings and churnings of her
rounded upthrust buttocks caused the two men standing over her to lust
for her more than ever.
The immense dog's long, panting tongue slithered in and out of his open
mouth as he drove his surging prick relentlessly between Nadalee's
wide-split legs, buffeting her without pity and driving her hard
against the sweat-greased leather of the couch until her flailing head
almost banged against the wall behind her.
Newton's jealousy and prideful anger over his beautiful wife's shameful
display of animal lust had changed moment by moment, slowly, without
his awareness, until his sexual excitement had reached such a high
pitch that his uncircumcised penis had reached its full throbbing
hardness and strained outward now against the semen-soaked fabric of
his work trousers. He was unaware that Dolores was standing behind him
now, her voluptuous naked body pressing tightly against his sweaty back
as the fingers of her right hand made tiny teasing circles in his
bristly pubic hair.... He had not noticed when her soft white hand had
crept up carefully under his shirt from his hip, her fingers working
gently and cautiously under the stitched hem and then around to brush
feather-like over his navel. The tall young man had stiffened for only
an instant at the bold touch of the older woman's fingertips crawling
lightly over the taut flesh of his lower abdomen. Newton's full
concentration was focused on the obscene, perverted coupling on the
couch with such intensity that nothing else in the world existed for
him at the moment. He little realized that the almost unbearable ache
in his testicles was partly caused by the passionate blonde's anxiously
exploring fingers.
Hoping to make it seem that she was merely shifting position, Dolores
raised his shirttail just high enough on his back so that she could
press her erect bud-like nipples against his damp naked skin. She
snuggled in closer to him and began a slight grinding movement of her
blood-engorged pelvis against his backside, pressuring forward more
demandingly as she dropped her hand lower inside his trouser crotch to
skim her sharp fingernails over the hot throbbing flesh at the head of
his penis. He groaned automatically and drew back his hips tightly
against her stomach to jerk forward then in search of the tantalizing
caress of her hand. The shapely blonde woman sensed his sudden need and
victoriously encircled his long thick cock with her fingers, squeezing
and releasing its pulsing girth until he groaned with pleasure.
Dolores felt this hand reach back then to smooth her soft inner thigh
with his calloused palm, his fingers tiptoeing higher like little mice
to search in the moist crevice of her vaginal slit for the entrance up
into her hungry belly. She moved her feet wider apart to grant him the
access he wanted and flexed slightly forward to nibble at his roving
fingers with the clenching lips of her voracious cunt, trying to trap
him between the wet vibrating folds and suck them inside her.
"Yesss, there ... but deeper, darling, deeper," the older woman
instructed him, as she felt his middle finger bend and hook upward
inside her, the tip worming into the soft walls of her moist pussy. The
blonde wife gasped aloud and pushed forward against him, her entire
torso convulsing with an answering response of luxurious sensuality
that brought a deep moan of open approval from her wet parted lips. She
clamped her oozing vaginal walls greedily around the finger, pulling
slightly backward until she gave a short thrust forward to engulf it
almost two inches past the second knuckle. She clenched her receptive
cunt even tighter then, squeezing and flexing her well-trained muscles
as her entire lower torso began to jerk and gyrate rapidly in a wild
attempt to make the thrilling finger stab deeper up into her demanding
hair-fringed opening. She could feel the juices seeping out of her to
coat the palm of his hand with a sticky film of moisture.
Dolores had tilted the balance of power with the invincible force and
weight of her fully matured lust and her tall, good-looking employee
had no choice but to answer her challenge with every iota of male
energy at his command. She wanted everything, every atom of his
strength, and nothing less would suffice.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched moan from inside the study, a sound
so insistent and urgent that even Dolores was momentarily interrupted
in her passionate quest for sexual fulfillment.... The squirming blonde
and her brunette young stud came to an abrupt stand-still as they stood
in the exact center of the doorway and watched Nadalee's head toss
violently from side to side, her long copper-red hair churning like
wildfire on the leather back of the couch. She was in the beginning
throes of orgasm and fucked her buttocks frantically up against the
monstrous dog like a teen-aged tigress gone berserk. The gigantic
German Shepherd's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he humped forward
into her passion-drenched cunt, saliva dripping from the red spear down
onto the sweat on her heaving breasts, mingling with it to stream down
the quaking slope of her diaphragm and pool around her navel.
Suddenly, Nadalee screamed and rammed up against Buck's belly just as
he lurched forward and his cock began to jerk out its hot sticky sperm
in hard spurts deep in her ravaged pussy. The pretty young wife's
hindquarters began to pitch and toss crazily, signaling her own
orgasmic upheaval deep in her quivering white belly. Thick white liquid
oozed from the tightness of her vagina where it clasped and sucked at
the erupting prick, soaking her backside and the crevice between her
milky white legs as she groaned loudly and humped forward to drive the
dog's cock deep into her stomach for the last time. The still-spewing
length of red hardness lay buried completely for another few seconds as
Buck whined and shuddered, his lower body jolting helplessly forward as
the dregs of his animal sperm splashed against the lusciously beautiful
girl's tender womb.
The satiated dog withdrew his deflating prick with a wet popping sound
that filled the plush study and left her delicious animal-fucked cunt
nakedly exposed to the sudden rush of cool air that laved it
refreshingly. Nadalee seemed almost unconscious for a moment as thin
trails of the sticky white fluid ran down the silken creamy insides of
her lewdly splayed-open thighs to form a jelly-like puddle on the
cushion beneath her. Buck loomed over her a short while longer, wagging
his tail in obvious appreciation. Finally, the enormous beast dropped
down to the floor on all fours again, leaving her mauled, cum-soaked
vagina clearly visible for all to see. Newton watched the German
Shepherd as, in a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his muzzle
between her wide-spread legs and lapped at the viscous animal sperm
still oozing from her battered, quivering pussy. He gulped at it
thirstily until eventually there was no more and then he turned as
though from a meal he had just finished to lumber across the study.
"Well, son, I see you brought my tobacco. Thanks for waiting," George
said suddenly in an expansive tone of voice, a little grin of amusement
twisting his lips.
"Yes, I ... did," Newton confirmed, his masculine face tremulous with
aroused desire and uncertainty. "It's a little after twelve-thirty now
... but you ... you were-"
"Never mind, son, never mind. You got here and that's the important
thing," the millionaire soothed, swaying his large frame slightly as he
spoke. It was hard for Newton to tell if George Blackwell was actually
oblivious to the real meaning of what had just happened or whether the
shrewd man was conniving and making a pretense of innocence. Whatever,
the handsome brown-haired husband felt a faint sick qualm of despair at
the loss of his absolute trust in the wealthy man. It seemed as though
the young man's world had become a shambles of angry excitement and
disappointment within a matter of mere minutes.