Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short nightie… not quite certain why she had selected such a daring thing to wear alone to bed, either.
God, she'd never drunk so much in her life! Throughout the four hours or better that Mark had slept, she had continued to pour herself little periodic nips from the scotch-bottle, weakening them with water, of course, but she realized now that they had built up on her. The last two potent ones she had made to sip at while she absently watched TV had contained that 'drop' too much; her head was spinning.
She stood before her vanity mirror, brushing her long, honey-blonde hair, remembering how Mark had again, almost shamefully avoided looking at her after he'd awakened. God, as much as she wanted him to reach her, to make her know the erotic thrill of completion, she realized he was not to blame, that he just couldn't hold back. She had tried to explain that it was all right and that she understood, but he hadn't wanted to even talk about it… and then he was gone. Darn, was it any wonder that she'd decided to investigate the effects of liquor a bit further? Nor was she sorry now, even though it hadn't quite reacted in the manner expected. At least, she felt less inhibited toward the feverish sensations he had awakened and left simmering inside her… which was the reason she had chosen the sensuously inciting nightie, wasn't it?
Staring into the mirror, Jean realized that it was impossible to deny herself any longer, and subconsciously she had been working toward this all evening. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes… she was going to make it delightfully beautiful for her own self. She let her eyes rove over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, but it had been many months, since Carol and she had roomed together at school actually, that she had enjoyed them with such intentions. Her full and pointed, pink-nippled breasts had always secretly intrigued her from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, swelling presence. She lay her brush onto the vanity and smoothed her hands down over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her navel exotically visible through the sheer black nylon. Her view moved to the sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long white columns of her full, white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the golden triangle of silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded her gaze.
Jean sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands stroke downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat belly to the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; she pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink vaginal slit momentarily captivating her through the shadowy nylon.
Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through her… now! And she quickly turned, walking to the bed, switching out the light as she climbed in thinking how much nicer it could be if Carol were there with her at that very moment…!
"Jeez, did you see that?" Corky White hissed to his brother hunched beside him. "When she bent over to get in bed I could see her bare ass…!"
"Shut up, you stupid bastard!" Leo Vincent angrily whispered. "She'll hear you! That window's open!" He slunk down lower and crawled away, motioning for his teenaged associates to follow. In the heavy shadow of shrubs he waited until they joined him. "You dumb fuck, Corky, you louse this up and Morgan's going to kill you, I swear it!"
"Shit, I won't louse it, Leo! She couldn't hear me anyway, the way she was rubbing herself. I'll bet she's in there finger-fucking her cunt like crazy right this minute…!"
"Corky's right, Leo!" Billy White, a heavy-set, good looking boy, whispered. "She was getting ready to finger-fuck herself! Must be that Blakely can't take care of that hot little pussy of hers…"
"Knock it off will you two? For Chris' sake, we got a job to do!" the pimply faced teenager snapped. "Now listen to me, we jimmy the back door…"
"Why not go in through her opened window, Leo?" Billy interrupted.
"Goddamnit, will you listen? Because she might see us and scream, that's why! There's a moon, you know, or she might turn on a light… anything. Besides, Morgan worked this out and we're following to the letter! You got that?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Leo," Corky enthusiastically replied. "Just as long as I get my cock into her smooth little belly…!"
"We'll all get to fuck 'er!" Leo answered a slow grin spreading his thins acned face. "But… we do it right… surprise her… you handle the gag, Billy, and shove it into her mouth right off quick, eh?"
The good-looking boy nodded without speaking.
"We grab her hands, Corky, and tie them to the bed-posts with these stockings. I snatched them out of a trash-can downtown, just in case they find one and want to trace it," Leo Vincent said. "Okay… who's got the bear-claw…?"
Billy fumbled the dried and cured animal-paw from a pocket where he'd carried it, thrusting it into the other boy's hand.
"Okay, we're set," the pimply-faced teenager said. "Get your masks on and remember… no one says a fucking thing, right…?"
"Right!"
"Right, Leo… let's go…!"
As carefully secretive as the teenaged trio were in carrying out their evil mission, their excited stealth could not begin to match that of the powerful dog who watched through burning, amber-fired eyes their every furtive move. He had easily crept into the town, cunningly avoiding the men with weapons who openly stalked the streets, their reason for being there not escaping him. In silently wearing his way into the heart of the man-place, he had unexpectedly come upon the three male-humans crouched before a lighted window away from the wide path where they walked and the noisy things on wheels raced.
Now, he watched, easing soundlessly to the open window where they had crouched. His keen ears immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations of heavy human breathing… of an occasional sigh and the whimper of a female person. His animal senses noted that the moon was cloud-hidden before he put forepaws onto the window sill and extended himself high enough to see in.
Though the room was shrouded in darkness, Caesar, with his darkness accustomed eyes, saw her on the bed in her spread-legged position as if the sun's light were illuminating her. Her small hand worked in a teasing circular motion between her crab-like spread thighs, and sighs of happiness continuously filled the night. He watched her smooth female buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working hand, and something familiar clicked in his animal-mind from ages past!
An almost human warmth flowed through the massive dog that he had no way of fathoming. His glowing eyes centered on her long, golden hair that was haloed on the pillow supporting her beautiful young head. He sensed his own feral loins beginning to enlivingly quiver… and then, there was a commotion!
Her half-scream caused Caesar's muscles to tense, but he hesitated through experience to charge. Instead, he waited, watching as the three gleefully smiling boys moved with brutal lustfulness over and around the futilely resisting young woman, filling her mouth, then tying her wrists and legs to the corners of the human sleeping place before ripping her thin silky garment away from her voluptuously cubed body. Still, he made no move, but watched as they stripped off their own body-covers, the long, hard lengths of their man-penises making him known their intentions… while the golden-haired, naked female continued to whimper helplessly in her throat…!
Jean had never known real terror in her young life, and if she had, she horribly realized, that it could never be like this! She couldn't scream… they had stuffed her mouth chokingly full with some sort of rag! My God! My God! What were they going to do? Her hands were suddenly tied to the upper bedposts as were her feet to the lower…! They were going to rape her, of course, what else…? But then, why, and who…?
She was completely at their mercy when the snickering sounds of triumph from one masked face loomed in the darkness above her, and wild-eyed she twisted her head to faintly see him clutching his naked, hard penis with vile lewdness not a foot away from her face! Oh… oh God, if she could only scream…! She rolled her head away and made out the images of the other two mimicking the first, gripping their long, thick penises and moving in the darkness toward the bed and her widespread thighs…!
Then…! Then… what was it that happened? A… A blurred shadow of solid darkness at the opened window… a loud, vicious growl! Again, and then again, she heard it, as she tried to lift her head to see the confusion that was filling her ears…!
"Jeez! It's him… the Goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice panickly exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here!"
"Come on, Leo! It's the fucking dog-pack!" another choked as Jean lay spellbound, her head raised in solemn fear at what was taking place.
Suddenly, there was nothing, but the slamming sound of the back door familiar to her ears, yet, she was still nakedly tied spread-eagled to the bed…! For a long, long moment, Jean lay in deathly silence, trying to determine if they had gone… and why? Finally, she realized that her secured wrist hadn't made it impossible to reach the lamp on the bed-table and she struggled for it… turning it on. Her entire nakedly exposed body trembled fearfully as she rolled her head, then lifted it, the gag they had brutally applied still stifling her very breathing…
She saw him then! He stood at the foot of the bed, massively dominating the entire room! His rounded eyes were like two glowing ovals of burning fire in his huge head, his vicious mouth partially open to display the gleaming white fangs there! Mother of God! That's why her attackers, whoever they were had ran! It was him… Caesar… the animal who'd raped Annie Purcell!
Forgetting her gag, Jean tried to scream, nearly choking from the stuffing in her mouth and throat! She stared with raised head, seeing the great beast leap agily onto the bed, then lick at his lips in the manner of gentle dogs she had seen a thousand times! God, no matter what else, he'd driven the others off, she thought, watching him raise his beautiful head high, then… move forward toward her! His powerful jaws were just above her throat! He was going to… going to…! They lowered right above her face… and suddenly, she realized that he had nipped onto one end of the gag with his teeth and was backing away, pulling it from her mouth! It was then that she noticed the gold medallion swinging loosely from his great throat, the embossed impression of the Roman battle eagle clearly visible to her!
Anxiously, she tried to return saliva to her mouth. She could scream now! Someone would hear, one of the sentries Mark had placed…! But she didn't! She could, but she didn't…!
Caesar whimpered, simultaneously wagging his head and tail. Again, from ages passed, hot-blood flowed through him. In his animal-eye he surveyed the naked, security tied human female before him. Her hair reminded him of his mate that the brute-man had killed, and animalistically he licked out with his tongue. She had lain back onto the pillow watching him, her eyes softening from stark-fear into more of wonderment, he instinctively perceived.
His own burning orbs surveyed her again, and then, he moved closer above her, leaning down to lash out with his wet, hot tongue against the smooth flesh of her naked white belly.
She could scream now, Jean realized, rant at the top of her lungs…! He had made it possible! Why? She swallowed tightly, watching him move toward her, then lowering his head, his length of pinkish seething animal-tongue licked moistly over her muscle-tightened belly!
Again, he did it, the hot, spread length of his tormenting wet tongue causing incredible sensations to spiral through her, immediately resurging the unsatiated passion she had quickly forgotten in her terror! She strained her sight to gape at his animal-face, to read some direction in those fire-filled, wild eyes! Oh God, he had saved her from a cruel gang rape! And he knew it… he knew it!
Once more, she raised her head to gaspingly watch his long hot tongue licking upward over the quivering white flesh of her soft belly! Higher and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the rounded, full undersides of her exposed breasts, ever-creeping upward over them toward their tiny, marble-hardening nipples… and at last, there! She couldn't restrain the little moan that escaped her lips when his feverish, moist tongue actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, sensitively rising buds again and again to send maddeningly arousing spasms whipping through her nakedly bound body!
Oh… oh God… what was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! The liquor had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This ferocious brute could, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion took him! Somehow, she had to raise help before it was too late, before this moment of gentleness left him! But if she screamed would she be heard… and if she were, could they trace the source in time…? Yet worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she could scramble from the bed and try to evade his attack! She was tied hand and foot, helplessly vulnerable to those massive jaws and sharp, gleaming fangs…!
Dear Lord, she could hardly think with the inconceivable rising heat his fiercely licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, his blazing eyes raised to meet hers, their desire-fed glow level with her own. She held her breath as he moved upward and startlingly began to run his warm, liquid tongue in hot caresses over her face!
My God, Jean shockingly realized, he's kissing me!
A feeling of gentle warmth filled Caesar's powerful body as he tenderly licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of the female-human's flesh. The pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her smooth white face intrigued him. This was not the same, he sensed, as the vengeance he had fulfilled with the other young, she-woman. No malice toward this one raged inside him as it had for the one who had chased and shot at them. Her warm human-eyes reflected emotions that he could understand in the depths of the mysterious brain he possessed. Yes, she was one that he could claim for his own…!
Jean reflectively rolled her head to shy her face away from the brute-animal's hot, licking tongue. There was no question in her mind but what he was actually kissing her… showing her in his own way that she needn't be afraid, that he wouldn't harm her! Why she felt that she could fathom his unhuman meaning was beyond her, but she was certain she was right! It was almost as if uncanny vibrations were passing between them… and suddenly she realized that she was no longer trying to avoid the heated attention of his warm, moist tongue, but giving herself to it with tightly closed eyes!
Abruptly, he stopped. She felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and snapped open her eyes to see. My God… he was moving down between her helplessly bound legs! She raised to watch him poise his great head between her open thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal-breath taunting the sparse blonde-pubic hair there! His cool, wet nose brushed against the soft, hot flesh of her inner-thigh… and finally, the still flushed lips of her vaginal crevice! She heard him whimper as he sniffed her female excitement, taunting her succeptibly naked loins as though he were making an actual seduction!
Once more, the urge to scream filled her, but was rendered utterly useless as she felt his warm damp nose suddenly rubbing wetly against the puckered ring of her tiny cringing anus!
"Oh… oh, my God!" she gasped out, as if she were pleading to another person, the words of Granny Obert suddenly finding some realistic meaning in her racing mind. "Don't… please don't…?"
Oh… ooohhhhh…!
His wild tongue snaked out to lick wormingly up and down the smooth vale surrounding her tightly clenched little anal mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its defensively clasped lips!
Jean hardly knew whether it was fear, shame, or the tantalization itself that made her try to squirm her naked vaginal slit away, but when the massive dog raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly stopped. His head lowered again, the hot, seething tongue beginning to lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs. She trembled and groaned uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over the full length of her openly spread pussy. "Oooooh God!" The lewd sensations stabbing inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her helplessly fluttering belly.
Again he did it, this time, his thick hot tongue spreading through the yielding, hair-fringed cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing at last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her shamelessly moistened vagina! She gasped and spasmed convulsively, writhing in reflexive bodily contortions to his oral rape… but he never stopped… and she wasn't sure that she wanted him to!
At that intensively breathtaking moment, the spread-eagled, obscenely exposed young bride was not sure of anything but the sudden ardent thrill of incitement his hot, ravaging tongue was sending through her young naked body. Her whimpers uncontrollably increased, while her mind slipped further into a spell-binding sensual oblivion that she could not, nor did not want to struggle against! Again and again, his pleasure-bringing tongue grazingly bathed her unprotected, loins from the snug, raisin-like lips of her tightly clenched little anus, upward through the glistening, moist crevice of her long-denied pussy. At its peak, it hesitated, penetrating to flick almost knowingly at the trembling bud of her clitoris, irresistably amplifying her mounting desire a hundred fold!
How long it went on, Jean in her erotic intoxication had no idea… only that it did, the heavenly searing tongue licking wildly through and over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and squirming her whole naked body maddeningly beneath it.
"Oooohh… ooohhh…!" she gutturally moaned as he flicked the tormenting organ in a hot, lust-whetting curl up into the clutching little mouth of her burning vaginal passage.
"Ooohhh… yes… yes, do it for me, Caesar…! M-Make me cum… oohhh please…? Lick me more… lick me…!"
Jean hardly knew what she was saying, her overpowering passion had built to that intensity… but abruptly, she realized the loss of his pleasure-bringing tongue, and she raised her head to gape in confused disappointment. He had moved up over her once more on the bed and she heard his animal whimpers at the same moment that she realized he was tugging with his strong, sharp teeth at her bonds. He… he was freeing her!
When he had managed to untie one wrist, he moved down to repeat the act at her ankle, while she quickly undid the other wrist with her freed hand, then sat up to work on the other ankle. Her infused brain swam with both the sensual elation filling it, as well as the incredulous events that had taken place this night, one after the other. But once more, her brief flurry of thought was whipped away as she felt his tongue affectionately licking at her cheek. She tore the unknotted stocking from her ankle and wrapped both arms around his great neck, hugging his huge head tightly to her as she lay back, the weight of his powerful body flattening her resilient upraised breasts down against her chest.
"Oh… you… you beautiful lover, Caesar…!" she chokingly gasped. Then, taking gentle hold of his ears and head, she fearlessly hissed. "Please, Darling don't stop yet… please…?"
He let her guide him back down between her anxiously spread thighs, little whimpers still emitting from his panting mouth, while soft mewls of delight tumbled from hers. Then, with an animalistic groan of her own, Jean drew her knees back to her breasts pulling his nose tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina!
His eager tongue flicked up the fire-filled channel like an attacking lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he hungrily lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks.
"Oh… ooohhh… yes…! Lick it, Darling… lick my cunt!" she lustfully pleaded, undulating her opened, obscenely positioned loins and rounded white buttocks salaciously up against his mind-destroying tongue.
Caesar could smell as well as taste the exoticness of her human female lust, the keen aromatic flavor driving his basic sexual instincts higher and higher. Though he had known the carnal association of many female-humans in his time, none had ever commanded his natural impulses such as this soft, white creature with the long golden hair. Her pale, sky-colored eyes reflected truth, and her voice-sounds were gentle and warm. There was a sun-brightness to the expression of her smooth, white face that he sensed flowing through the tender symmetrical curves of her entire body. But it was there down between her welcomingly spread thighs where he licked with his lust-heated tongue that he knew the naked sensitive realness of her. This yielding, pink flesh of her open cunt in its hot, flowing poignancy revealed her innermost emotions and as he greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, he intuitively felt the rising heaviness of his own feral, animal loins.
Jean felt his magnificent hot tongue suddenly desert her lewdly offered vaginal opening and she quickly raised her head to see him backing off several steps. "Oh… oh God, Darling… what is it?" she imploringly moaned, to his entreating whine. "Please… don't stop…? What? What is it you want, lover…?"
He moved to her side then, nosing against her soft hip in a gesture that she found herself understanding. God… he wanted her to turn over onto her stomach! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds coming from the depths of his chest, the golden medallion swaying beneath his throat from the effort!
Unable to determine why she did it, she willingly responded, and moreover, not wanting to know or destroy the beautifully impossible phenomenon that bound them, Jean lowered her long, white legs and rolled over onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her incited brain. She again spread her long shapely legs wide, sensing that he wanted this as did she, again narcisstically picturing her own naked, smooth curvaceousness in her mind's eye. She sensed his panting, hot breaths against the soft mounds of her partially raised buttocks, then joyfully felt the heat of his thick wet tongue slithering into the soft smooth crevice separating them!
Jean moaned audibly, unknown sensations of undisguised lust charging ever stronger through her cunt and belly. She hardly realized it as she reached back behind herself with her small hands to lasciviously spread the lust cheeks open, giving him full access to her tiny, palpitating anus! Then, his loving hot tongue was wetly caressing it, again splaying open the ragged, hair-lined lips of her inflamed pussy to graze the sensually flushed, pink flesh on its lewd path to the baby-like mouth of her naked rectum.
Oh God… she was going to lose her mind entirely, she thought! She was… truly was! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling beneath her pelvis and lifting, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken. Obediently, she raised up, elevating her wide-spread buttocks as she knelt slave like before the powerful dog in complete inner-surrender!
Once more, as if in answering-love, he drew his thick, splaying tongue up through the full length of her seethingly wet cuntal crevice, and she gasped out her erotic delight. She tried to widen her knees even further to open the throbbing pink pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust possessively, sweeping hotly through the blood-flushed, wet inner-flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly firing her offered loins to greater heat before he moved to a new, unexpected position!
She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in behind her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he was raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping at her upthrusting hips! Oh God… he… he must be mounting her, she thought wildly twisting her head to look back… and he was! Dear Lord… he was! He intended to fuck her just as though she were another animal!
Her desire confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea, and once again she remembered some of Granny Obert's tale! Oh God! she inwardly gasped, her body tremoring to the sensations Caesar's lashing tongue had set her palpitating loins afire with. Then, her glazed eyes caught sight of their lewdly locked position in her vanity mirror and she groaned helplessly at the obscenely provocative reflection. The bestial obscenity of the great German Shepherd astraddle the spread white moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks sent unbelievable charges of salacious fire soaring through her naked, quivering body.
Then, she breathlessly gaped at the sight of his glistening, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the wet, tapered end slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice of her wildly excited runt. She felt his strong canine body jerk against the giving flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw his dangling thick length of hardened cock trying to penetrate the thin vertical mouth of her defenselessly upturned vagina!
He whimpered loudly, his forepaws making new claims against the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly stumbled on his hind legs behind her, desperately endeavoring to bury the sleek, throbbing shaft up inside her!
Jean saw it all in the mirror, and with an inescapable, sensuous moan, she shifted her head suddenly hungrily quivering buttocks back at it in an effort to capture his lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension inside her reaching a near unbearable point! Oh God… she wanted it… had to have his long, thick animal-cock inside her inflamed, needing cunt! Yes, she had to have it racing into her soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her unfulfilled desire! Nothing else mattered! She reached back between her full, widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal-organ to spread her soft silken pubic hair with the tip and guide its hotly pulsating, head to the wetly receptive mouth of her eagerly waiting vaginal hole! Immediately, he humped forward, bursting it from her grip as he speared her defenseless young cuntal channel open wider and wider, sending the long rod of hard, thick animal-cock deep up into the hungrily squirming hole between her thighs!
Jean watched in the mirror in bulging eyed fascination as the burning, scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a wet, brutal charge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt in her painfully stretched vaginal passage. Caesar's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swung down wildly and smacked flatly beneath her golden pussy-hair.
The intensive, pressuring sensation of impalement came bursting through her loins seconds later and she grunted out her choking gasp. Then: "Oh God…!" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her excitedly panting animal-lover began to fuck rhythmically up into her from behind. Her head jarring from his every fierce breast-quivering plunge, Jean tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of hardness slithering into her as she began to move rhythmically backward to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unequaled sensations of base-lust filled her sensuously slaving body as she thrust backward onto the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her raging, hot belly from behind. Furiously, his savage muscular beauty battered and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks, his painfully huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, sadistic joy sinking to its full length deep into her soft, quivering belly! With ungovernable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly rotated her rounded working buttocks back at him with a lewd frenzy, grinding her hotly clinging cunt walls back over the length of his hardened, piercing animal flesh with a masochistic cry of wanton passion.
The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the unmistakable beacon of erotic fulfillment! It spiraled through her seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with the promise of unknown rapture. She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her growing sensual bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the great dog, Caesar's wet, thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her own roundly absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her tempoed in quickened jerky animal strokes! She caught sight of her own pink cuntal flesh wetly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her, then vanishing back up inside again with his thrusting charge, his heavy cum-laden balls smacking solidly below between the spread-open lips of her hotly searing pussy.
Her brain reeled in the throes of her wildly aroused passion, her eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts quivering and swaying like hanging white mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing beauty of her own long, blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her heaving chest!
"Oh God… fuck me you magnificent Darling!" she cried. "Gr-Granny was right… right! I know now… yes… yes! I'm yours, Caesar… yours forever… Oooohhhh… God!"
It was the wailing soft lilt in her crying voice that made Caesar know her sexual love. He whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust into her from behind in the only depth of expression his basic instincts urged. He knew that she was readily giving herself to him in the loving beauty of natural law, never resisting or fighting him, but eagerly, thrusting her soft, white female cunt back onto his heavily aching hardness. The wet, warmth of her human vaginal channel was greedily clenching at his animal cock, as if she were his own bitch mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her.
He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen-like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near!
Abruptly, Jean raised her sensuously slackened face to whimper out a guttural, animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes grew round and unseeing. "Ooohhh… ooohhhh, Darling… I can't stand it! I-I'm going madddd! Do it to me harder… please do it for me, my lover…! Oooohhhh!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing insanely from side to side, her long, honey-colored hair wildly flailing as she began the first convulsions of her climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long, thick rod of hardness with a wantonness that she had never even imagined she was capable of.
The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog cock with a desperate, frantic lunge. Simultaneously Caesar responded with a forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness beginning to spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her soft, wildly constricting belly with long, hard spurts.
Again, Jean weirdly cried out, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the grand eruption exploding hotly in her belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her head from side to side in a heretofore unknown, erotic bliss… at last opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching cuntal-mouth which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran hotly down the smooth white columns of her inner-thighs… and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, gasping a great sigh of blissful relief…
Jean lay unmoving for a long, long moment, refusing to let the thoughts that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought only of the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known… felt his movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes… dear God, yes…! Granny had been right… so right, and now, she understood…! Suddenly, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks… then the small of her back! It stopped, and smiling, Jean slowly rolled over…
With a start, she sat upright, and just in time to see his great flanks disappearing through the open window. A sudden tightness caught at her throat as she scrambled toward the foot of the bed.
"Caesar! Caesar… please! Come back! Come back…!"
But he didn't, and as seconds passed into minutes, Jean realized that he would not. Oh… oh God…! She couldn't hold back the tears puddling into her eyes. What he had done for her… to her… with her…! Then, she heard it…!
It was a wailing animal howl that triumphantly filled the night, and Jean couldn't contain her trembling smile of happiness. Slowly, she crawled back up into the bed, feeling the heat of his animal sperm still puddling deep in her satiated belly, then switched the room into darkness. She licked at her lushly swollen lips and continued to confidently smile to herself. There was no reason any longer for fear and she would make Mark understand this… and more. Most people in Crescent Valley who had heard that cry a moment ago had cringed, she sleepily thought, but she knew the truth.
It had been a cry of love… love to his new-found human mate…