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.