The next morning promised a pleasant warmth later in the day. As she stood peering out the kitchen window, Diane could see that, although it was still slightly overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through the light blanket of mist over the trees. The woods were a silvery shade of green and she was able to make out several patches of new violet-blue flowers that had blossomed open on the outer fringes of the garden at the side of the house. To add to the peaceful scene, there were perhaps a dozen or so black and yellow songbirds flitting here and there among the branches of the scrub pines just beyond the clearing, warbling like feathered sopranos in the overall symphony of color and sound outside. The young blonde wife could not help but feel buoyant and high-spirited, despite her distress of the day before, and she actually looked forward to going outside to feed and water the dogs.
After draining off the last of the lukewarm coffee still in her cup, she started off toward the main bedroom to change from her heavy yellow bathrobe into a pair of jeans and a warm flannel shirt, but just then the piercing howl of one of the German Shepherds set off the rest of them. Within a minute, the lot of them were barking and whining like a small army of banshees and Diane became so rattled that she decided to attend to them right away, without even bothering to dress first. She knew that they were complaining because it was almost a half hour past their regular feeding time. She had slept a little later than usual, as she sometimes did when Bill was away on business, and the dogs always let her know when she failed to conform to the established schedule.
She hurriedly donned the pair of slippers she had kicked off under the breakfast table while having her first cup of black coffee and headed for the door at the rear of the house. As she descended the steps outside the living room, she was surprised to find that the robe was warm enough to protect her against the mild morning air, even though she wore nothing at all under the garment. A few moments later, she had fetched the weighty sack of dog meal and was within twenty yards of the kennel when the dogs heard her and renewed their ear-splitting din. Even Wolf was awake and pacing back and forth in his run, his louder barking seeming to lead the others on to greater noisy impatience.
"All right, all right, I'm coming," the young flaxen-haired woman muttered irritably under her breath as she lugged the heavy sack across the yard toward the kennels. In the clearing behind the house she saw the dogs bounding about and prancing anxiously in their exercise runs, pawing impatiently at the wire fences as they watched her approach. They were behaving as though they had not been fed in a week, she thought crossly, as at the same time she struggled to keep her robe closed and the dog meal from spilling out of her arms. God, if they only knew about all the dinners that she had prepared, ones that had waited for hours on the table until they were cold, while Bill was out here doctoring one of their running noses – or whatever it was he did for so long in the kennels – maybe they would not be so loud and demanding.
"Hush up, Daisy. Quiet now, Gypsy," Diane sternly admonished two gangly half-grown bitches as she approached their pen and unlatched the gate. They were two of the ones who were in heat, two of the females who had indirectly caused her distressing ordeal with Wolf the day before. The flaxen-haired girl scowled grouchily as she slipped through the barely-opened screen-gate and quickly kicked it shut behind her. Ignoring their enthusiastic lickings and jostlings, she filled their trays with meal and walked back to the gate. The two fledgling dogs were virtual balls of energy but they soon forgot her presence as they went to work on their breakfast. Watching them for a moment, she felt her heart soften toward them in spite of the rumbles of hunger in her own stomach. She knew that these magnificent purebreds were altogether dependent upon her while Bill was away and, ironically enough, it made her feel rather maternal to realize it. She moved hastily to let herself out and go on to the next enclosure full of hungry animals.
Kennel by kennel, she filled the feed troughs and the dogs quieted then as they heartily gulped down their slightly tardy breakfast. Finally, only Wolf was left to attend to. The irritation that she had felt a few moments ago faded with the diminishing racket from the other dogs as she stood watching Wolf's antics, smiling to herself as he whined and scratched at the fence enclosing his run.
"Don't worry, boy," she consoled in a light mocking tone as she set the open feed bag to one side so that she could pull open the latch to his pen. "Your royal majesty's breakfast has arrived."
She giggled to herself at his unabashed delight to see her as she picked up the meal sack and slipped heedlessly into his compound. It made her feel warm and good that the dogs depended so much on her and she knelt down on the dirt floor, digging her fingers into his thick ruff of sable fur and wrinkling her nose at the sloppy licking kisses he planted on her face and neck. She knew he must be hungry but when she tried to rise and carry the feed bag over to his empty tray, he pushed her imperiously back down to the ground on her plush haunches with his hairy muzzle. The beautiful girl experienced a brief flash of fear but then smiled affectionately at what seemed to be the grand champion's demand for more attention, reminding herself that he was isolated and alone almost all the time. She patted his stately head without fear, dropping the burden of the sack in her arms to one side as the giant German Shepherd's cold wet nose poked boldly under the top of her robe and sniffed interestedly at the full snowy mounds of her naked breasts under the fluffy yellow material.
"Hey, boy, I think you've got me mixed up with one of those hot-blooded young pups over in the other pen," she giggled with perceptibly strained gaiety, her bright blue eyes widening with the beginning of alarm. The forced laughter died in her now-exposed throat as his massive head nuzzled further downward, nosing more brazenly at her housecoat until the sash slipped loose and the front of the garment fell open. She was startled enough to utter a tiny cry of fear, especially when the huge creature lowered his head even further down and began to sniff daringly at the naked, unprotected mound of her exposed vagina. This was not right, was unnatural, she thought as she cowered and tried to move away from his slavering mouth. Maybe it was only the scent of the young bitches in heat, the scent that had rubbed off on her when she was in their pen, that attracted the big male brute to her in this strange way. Whatever it was, she was afraid and wanted to finish feeding him and get out of his pen as soon as she possibly could.
"Back, boy! Get back!" she commanded with as much authority as she could manage to fake under the circumstances. Then, with one sudden movement, she made a futile attempt to close her bathrobe and rise to her feet but a low rumbling growl from Wolf caused her to freeze in terror just as she got to her knees. Her glazed blue eyes popped open wide in fearful surprise and she pressed the back of her hand tightly over her gaping mouth to keep from screaming out in the stillness of the surrounding forest. In her unreasoning dread, she thrust out the flats of her palms in front of her in a vain effort to ward off any attack upon her that the hulking German Shepherd might make, but the miscalculated movement only made her lose her balance. The frightened young blonde toppled helplessly over to the ground on her side, her long white legs sprawling out under her as the animal growled ferociously, standing menacingly over her prostrate form. It was impossible for her to move without bringing another threatening snarl from him. Her instinctive fear of the dog had returned with such paralyzing force that she knew now it was useless to make any attempt to intimidate him into obedience with her feeble commands. Just as he could sense her helpless panic, Diane could sense his savage confidence growing stronger and stronger as he hovered possessively over her voluptuously young cringing body.
She tensed automatically, wincing throughout every pore of her being, and whimpered as the black and tan dog inched his great head forward and searched with his dark spongy nose between her soft fleshy thighs, nudging them further apart until the tender pink folds of her hair-fringed pussy were open to the coolish draft of the autumn air. She heard him begin to pant excitedly, his thick cords of muscle quivering as the full lust-inciting aroma of her female scent filled his nostrils and ignited his interest in her nakedly spread vagina even more. It was as though he had cornered a bitch in heat, a beautiful, fully-aroused female whose enticing aroma and smooth hairless skin maddened him to unheard-of daring. Without warning, his hot pink tongue snaked out and began to lick wetly up and down the slightly moist slit between her cream-white thighs, probing and swirling eagerly at the inviting female odor of her defenseless vagina. A bone-chilling shudder ran through her as the long dripping animal tongue slaked hotly up and down on her naked genitals, all the way from the top of her naked young cunt to the tiny puckered ring of her anus cringing below it. It was almost more than Diane's tortured mind could bear as she lay frozen and helpless under the huge dog's explorations of her sensitive loins with his lapping canine spear of flesh.
"Oh, no, God, Wolf, stop, stop," she begged tremulously, her panicky voice breaking into an uneven wavering tone, but the enormous dog seemed not to hear her despairing pleas and continued his efforts to burrow his relentlessly flicking tongue up into her, to find the vital source of the teasing sexual scent that was crazing him. With a harsh forward thrust of his head, he drove the helplessly writhing young woman down flat on her back in the dirt and wedged his salivating muzzle deeper into her trembling loins. For a moment, the terrified girl tried weakly to twist away from the stubborn attack but another sinister snarl from the brute monster crouching over her vulnerable young body made her collapse back to the ground. His mercilessly spearing tongue ran searingly along the full length of her narrow moist crevice again and again, flicking relentlessly between Diane's wide-spread legs. Then, suddenly, it darted deep into her vaginal opening, spreading apart the blonde's wispy down-lined cuntal lips like a knife slicing through butter. Fear-stricken moans tumbled from her fright-ovalled lips as the dog's hot lingual lance flicked fluidly into her openly-spread loins. She repeated over and over to herself, as if in a trance, that she must remain motionless and not provoke him in any way, for he might become really violent and hurt her seriously out of sheer frustration and animal rage.
And yet, despite her horror and revulsion at what was happening to her, the helplessly-trapped girl began to feel something unexpected taking place inside her, something like tiny chills of forbidden excitement beginning to flutter all along her spine from the perverted stimulation of the dog's feverishly sluicing tongue. Good God, she thought, surely her mind was temporarily deranged by the reeling shock of this grotesque mistake of nature, for certainly no normal woman could be aroused by this weird thing that was taking place. A thing like this could happen only in nightmares or lewd fantasy stories written by perverted people with unbalanced minds. She vaguely remembered that the gate to the kennel was behind her, that there was a way to escape if only she would reach out and open it with her hand. If she called upon her dwindling reserves of strength, she could crawl out of the wire door on her hands and knees, but the weirdly rising thrills that were coursing through her drained off the last of her will and courage. And besides, the little prickles of pleasurable sensation that Wolf's rampant tongue set off in her hungry body left her too weakened to drag herself even that short distance.
"Oooh, don't, pleeease, Wolf," she moaned futilely, feeling her resistance disappear more with every passing second as he licked harder up between her open thighs with ever-increasing urgency. She was completely at the mercy of the ruthless dog and found herself pushing her nakedly trembling buttocks unwillingly upward toward the fiery lance that was drilling in and out of her now moistly secreting cunt and slurping obscenely at the tiny puckered lips of her anus. In her blurred brain she was dimly aware of the sounds of the other dogs barking and whining excitedly as though in a medley of applause and bestial frustration. Oh, God, were they all watching her lewd surrender to Wolf, she asked herself through her haze of confusion as the champion brute's mouth opened and nibbled softly on her wet, dilating pussy and lapped away the final reserves of her resistance to the strange bestial attack. All around her the general clamor and low sexual whines in the kennel seemed to grow louder and Diane felt the first needling worry and concern about the noise they were making. Soon, soon she would have to escape… somehow… find a way to make the dog release her… to speak to him in a tone that would make him obey.
The other dogs were setting up a raucous unbridled uproar and she knew she had to do something right away.
"I mean it, get back, Wolf!" she shouted at the huge worked-up German Shepherd whose head was thrashing unceasingly between her lewdly-spread legs, his thick, hungrily-licking tongue slobbering voraciously in and out, up and down and back and forth on the ravishing young woman's now steadily-pulsating vaginal slit. "Back, boy! Please, please get back."
But her own voice betrayed her weakness and sounded even in her own ears like a frail useless mewling that came from far away, a sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was fogged with haziness and nothing was real to her but the teasing burning sensations that flowered throughout her obscenely ravaged loins. The riotous barking from the other pens went on, unabated, and she finally let her head fall back on the hard-packed dirt as she at last admitted to herself how hopeless it was to try to master her own wanton desire. She knew now that she could do nothing but lie here and allow the lewd incident to run its course, until the great German Shepherd was finished with her and she had reached the unnatural climax that was driving her nerves ruthlessly toward the point of breaking. She labored, gasping for air and began to moan wickedly as she pressed her involuntarily responding loins upwards, trying to make firmer contact with the wet, excitedly swollen lips of her cunt up against the passion-inciting hotness of the dog's hungrily drooling mouth.
Then… just as her self-control was moments from deserting her completely, "Get away from her, dog," a deep male voice sounded from outside the kennel. In the next few moments, everything happened so fast that the impassioned young blonde could barely comprehend it. The huge dog, Wolf's, hotly-slaving mouth lifted immediately from her lust-saturated loins, depriving her of the wildly rising sensation of the animal tongue fucking up between the pink, wide-split edges of her throbbing young pussy. Next, she heard the thin metallic click of the gate to the pen as it opened, and a few seconds later, a pair of strong calloused male hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her bodily from behind, her heels dragging in the dirt. It all took place so quickly that even the immense dog was surprised and had no time to snarl out his protest at being cheated of his gorgeous human victim.
Diane's first, shock-dazed reaction was frustrated resentment that the delicious erotic sensations had been so abruptly interrupted but then, as she slowly regained her wits, a crippling tide of dismay and horror flooded her consciousness. Scalding tears of shame overflowed from her tightly-closed eyes as she searched her dazed brain for some kind of excuse, some logical explanation, for her vile lascivious behavior. But at least she was being rescued from this horrible, shameful ordeal by her husband, the man whom she had been accusing of inconsideration and selfishness for the last two days.
"Oh, Bill, Bill, thank God you're home," she sobbed wretchedly, forgetting in her hysteria that he was not due to return home for another two days. "Wolf trapped me, darling… I-I couldn't get away from him… it was awful!"
"Well now, it didn't look that way to me, lady," a brusque masculine voice drawled sarcastically from behind her. "Sure, you were fighting a bit, that's true, but it looked to me like your hot little pussy was twitching like a live wire."
Oh, my God! she groaned inwardly, realizing in that instant that it was not Bill. How could it be? Her husband would not be back before Wednesday at the earliest! At the sound of the unfamiliar voice, Diane's girlish, fear-flushed face blanched pale white and she clutched reflexively at the front of the soiled yellow robe that was bunched up beneath her, attempting to cover her nakedness. Her eyes flew open wide, blinking several times as she tried to focus through the blur of her tears and the sudden blinding brilliance of the sunlight. She could not identify the shadowy form towering above her still partially-exposed body as she endeavored to draw her bathrobe around her on the ground.
"Who-who are you?" she finally managed to ask in a stilted voice, after she had concealed her exposed front from his leering view.
"I'm Jack Green, ma'am, and I'm the caretaker over at the Taylor place," his mockingly-amused voice drifted down to her. "And listen, you sure don't have to worry about covering yourself up for me. I don't mind at all seeing the sweet young curves on a gal like you."
"Oh, no! You're a caretaker over at the Taylor place?" the embarrassed young woman asked, truly flabbergasted by his announcement. My God, she moaned, this on top of everything else! As if it were not bad enough to be caught red-handed in such a humiliating position, her rescuer turned out to be a common hired hand from a nearby estate! Not only that, the man was rude and insulting, an oaf who was obviously incapable of understanding the circumstances that had led up to her being in such a compromising situation with their prize German Shepherd. She wrenched herself up into a sitting position, curling her legs under the skirt of her robe as she gathered the top of the garment more tightly together over her upper torso.
"Now tell me, ma'am, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with being just a caretaker?" Jack Green inquired in a sterner tone, his sarcastic grin and the bantering sarcasm in his voice swiftly dissolving as he stiffened his shoulders in indignation. "Maybe you'd like it better if I put you back in there with that hot-blooded dog of yours?"
His ominous suggestion caused Diane to look up and carefully study the man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to rescue her from the lewd advances of the huge animal. Just the sight of the man, this Jack Green, increased her sense of humiliation and debasement all the more. His face had a rather grizzled appearance and he was well into middle-age, perhaps forty-five or even fifty years old. He wore khaki trousers and an ancient moth-eaten sweater that drooped sloppily down from his broad but slouchy shoulders like a shapeless sheath of worn-out drapery. As he stood there with his arms folded across his barrel chest, the man's natural strength was apparent even though hidden under his shaggy sweater. She remembered how easily he had dragged her out of Wolf's kennel, as though she were a mere feather and no challenge whatsoever to his well-tempered muscles. Another thing seemed curious about this stranger: the wry, impertinent glint in his watery hazel-colored eyes. It was certainly more independent and arrogant than that she had seen as a child in the eyes of the servants who had been employed by her father on their family estate. This Jack Green, an unshaven man whose hair was greying, met her gaze evenly and made her sheepish embarrassment of a few moments ago turn slowly into haughty anger. Momentarily, she forgot her awkward state in relation to him and felt her blood begin to boil with resentment at his insulting attitude toward her.
"Thank you, Mr. Green, but I'm finished caring for the dogs this morning," she said glacially as she rose to her feet and stood facing him with a patronizing expression on her exquisitely featured face. In a cold, measured tone of exaggerated formality, she added: "Actually, I would like to know exactly why you're on our property. I must thank you, of course, for your timely arrival and the help you gave me, but I'm certain my husband would disapprove of a stranger wandering around our grounds without permission."
"He's away, is he?" Jack grinned suggestively.
"Well, yes, he is…" Diane blurted out, suddenly angry with herself for volunteering information that was none of the caretaker's business and might even threaten her safety. "But he's due back very soon… any time now."
"Is that so?" the middle-aged man smirked, nodding his head toward her with a significant wink of one of his twinkling greenish-brown eyes. "I wonder what he'd think if he'd found you in there with that horny dog… I mean, if he turned up before, I did." The man's insulting gaze raked over her soft curvaceous form and, although Diane clenched her robe tightly around her nakedness, she could not quite avoid the disturbing sensation that this lonely servant was staring right through the material and devouring the naked curves of her body with his burning eyes. This was really impossible, she rankled, her lush upper lip arching slightly upward in ill-concealed distaste at the caretaker's presence. One thing, she was relieved that Bill was not here now, since he had been raised in a less sophisticated household than she had been, and he had no real understanding of how to deal with lower class people such as this common vulgar man. This Jack Green should be put in his place – despite how undemocratic that might seem to the blonde's less refined husband – or perhaps she might not be able to live down the awful mortification that she had undergone this morning.
Staring at some undefined point beyond the older man's unkempt grey hair, she smiled faintly in a manner that she had often seen her striking, well-brought-up mother smile when coping with insubordinate servants.
"If you'll come to the house with me," Diane said frostily, "I'll pay you a little something for your trouble this morning." Despite her feigned reserve, she heard her voice waver slightly from the after-effects of the unnerving experience she had just endured, but she stretched her graceful aristocratic neck arrogantly straight, her head held high, and turned on her heel to set off toward the house without another word.
Standing in the grassy clearing near the dog, Wolf's, kennel, the middle-aged man stared after her for a moment, his hazel eyes darkly pensive as the beautiful, excitingly-shaped young woman's haughty words registered fully in his mind. Despite his shabby clothes and generally disheveled appearance, Jack Green was a proud man and had the single distinction of being one of the earliest residents of the still relatively undeveloped Oak Tree area. His father had cleared land and worked hard to eke out a skimpy living from the untamed forest, and Jack's own status as caretaker of the Taylor estate was no more than a symbolic token of admiration and respect from the wealthy Taylor urbanites who had purchased the property that old Mr. Green, Jack's father, had never bothered to gain ownership of from the government. Among the local citizens in sparsely-settled Oak Tree, Jack was regarded as a bit of an eccentric and a loner but certainly not the stupid clod that this prissy little blonde seemed to take him for.
The crow's-feet around his greenish eyes deepened as the wiry man recalled how he had first seen this stuck-up little bitch as he had been strolling through the woods this slightly hazy autumn morning. Despite what had sounded like cries of terror at first, she had actually been squirming like an over-heated little wanton on the dirt floor of the kennel as that fired-up German Shepherd had lapped ravenously at her stark-naked pussy. He felt his rancor kindling anew as he remembered how she had treated him… her cold, snobbish dismissal of him and his willingness to be friendly… and maybe even more… after he had helped her out of the dog's pen. It was just too damned bad that she was such a tight-assed little slut, he frowned, shaking his head disgustedly as he ambled off slowly toward the house into which she had already disappeared. Hell, he had already been courteous enough to service several of the lonely wives in Oak Tree while their husbands were busy working in the city or out drinking with their friends, and he had been eagerly looking forward to a pretty young sexy addition to his personal rural harem.
After the interesting little show the gorgeous young blonde had staged with that big stud dog, he had pretty well decided that he had just discovered the prettiest, most available piece of ass for twenty miles around. Now, though, his keen sense of frustration only added to the annoyance that he already felt and he hoped to get her down flat on her back and fuck her silly to even the score. He walked dourly through the front entrance to the house, not even bothering to stamp the dew-soaked leaves and caked mud from his heavy work boots before he trod across the deep-pile beige carpet just inside the doorway.
Diane was waiting in the living room, wearing an impassive expression on her face to conceal the consternation she felt as she sat primly in an easy chair. Her yellow bathrobe was cinched tightly around her tiny willowy waist as she rummaged with studied nonchalance through a purse she had snatched off a peg on the clothes-horse in the entranceway. Unfortunately, the purse contained little more than some loose change and a dried-up container of mascara – nothing she needed to spruce up her appearance in a hurry.
She lifted her eyes automatically when she heard her neighbor's hired hand's heavy footsteps grow louder as he approached, her gaze intensifying with glowering indigence as she watched the unkempt character striding indifferently toward her, heedless of the trail of muddy prints he was leaving behind him on the expensive carpet that she and Bill had bought with her parents' generous cash wedding gift.
"Please, Mr. Green, the carpet!" she burst out in dismay, horrified at the man's insolent lack of consideration, but before she could protest further, he had already settled himself in his grimy old clothes on the plush velour sofa that they had also purchased with a portion of her parents' wedding gift of money. God, what a boorish man, she rankled, and yet for some unknown reason she found herself wishing that she could retreat to the bedroom and make herself presentable in a nice dress as well as apply make-up to enhance her appearance… anything to give her more confidence with this crude, incorrigible man. Her bedraggled-looking state, her robe still smudged from the floor of the dog kennel, made her feel helpless and unable to do anything but stare at him in exasperation.
As if things were not bad enough, here she was with only a few loose coins and some useless cosmetic in her pocketbook. She had no idea how in the world she was ever going to get rid of this disgusting man now – not without something to give him as a little reward for his timely arrival when she was at the mercy of Wolf's sexual attack upon her.
"Hey, why don't you just relax, honey?" Jack Green asked huskily, grinning suggestively at her from his seat on the sumptuous couch. "Let's just have a little drink together and be friends about this whole thing. And if you really do want to give me something, how about a good pup when that big hairy stud of yours decides to get interested in something else besides your pretty little tail?"
"Friends?" Diane sputtered in fury and disgust at the shabby man's unbelievably crude comments. In the space of a second, she remembered just what kind of person he was, that he was lower class, and her anger cooled slightly, gradually turning into a mere cold distaste for him. Her eyes blazing blue with sparks of contempt, she spat out, "I don't associate with people like you, Mr… Mr., whatever your name is."
Rising then, she crossed the room toward the bedroom, disappearing for a few moments only to return with a bundle of garments that she had grabbed out of a closet just inside the door. Hurling them across the living room toward Jack, she shouted, "Here are some of my husband's old shirts so you'll have something clean to wear – if you ever decide to take a bath!" Then, pointing one trembling finger toward the front door, she punctuated her insult by adding, "Now get out of our house and don't ever trespass on this property again!"
The patiently-indulgent smile disappeared from the middle-aged man's weather-toughened face as he slowly lifted himself from the now dust-blemished couch. Diane shuddered and instinctively pulled her robe more snugly around her throat as she felt his penetrating yellowish-brown eyes roving boldly over her sensuous curves. He ignored the shirts that lay in a rumpled heap on the floor where she had tossed them and walked slowly across the spacious room toward the spot where the beautiful twenty-one-year-old blonde stood quivering with uncertainty.
"You can keep those things, little lady," he informed her, pointing at the shirts with a contemptuous glint in his eyes that was contrary to the friendly drawling tone of his voice. "But there's something else of your husband's I'd like to have… something he doesn't seem to use very much."
"I-I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Diane stammered feebly, a sinking sensation growing suddenly in the pit of her stomach. The grim realization was slowly dawning on her that this unusual man was not responding as she had intended him to, that he was not at all intimidated the way she had expected he would be.
"Yep, honey," he continued, a salaciously-knowing grin crossing his face as he came closer to her nervously-trembling body, "you wouldn't be half so mean… and you sure as hell wouldn't be playing around with that dog out there… if you just got enough hard cock to satisfy that tight little pussy of yours. As a matter of fact, I'd say that a nice man-sized fuck would be a fine reward for saving you from that damned animal out there. Wouldn't you say so, honey?"
Diane gaped incredulously at the ungroomed, foul-mouthed stranger, the full meaning of his lewd words registering with a stunning impact on her shock-numbed brain. Under her bathrobe, she felt the muscles of her naked, unpantied tummy contract with dread and a chill helpless feeling crept along the length of her spine. Still, though, she could not tear her fixed gaze away from his face as he stood before her, his calloused hand resting cockily on his hip as he waited for her answer to his obscene proposition.
"You're… you're crazy!" she finally gasped, reeling a little. "You don't mean that you want me to… to let you… to… to pay you that way?"
The shoddily-dressed man chuckled in a vulgar tone at her obvious distaste for him. Well, she would change her tune soon enough, he assured himself with unswerving confidence as he felt his cock begin to jerk to life in the crotch of his khaki trousers. His intrusive eyes roved down the front of her robe, ogling the smoothly-rounded contours of her large heaving breasts and her thinly-curved waist where the yellow material of the housecoat flared outward over the luscious swells of her perfectly-formed young hips. Christ, he gasped to himself, there can't be a more perfect body than that, not anywhere, not only for the perfection of every beautiful line but also for the pure potential of untapped sexual energy that seemed to radiate from it. Christ, she was a flawless little bitch and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her soft white flesh, to turn her into a mindless mass of animal lust like that dog had almost done a few minutes ago. Actually, he had never had to take advantage of an unwilling woman in his entire life but this little bitch's high and mighty attitude pissed him off – especially since he had seen her almost having a wild session with the big German Shepherd behind the house. Goddamn it, if a dog could make her go crazy that way and make her forget all of her snotty ways, she'd go absolutely berserk when her hot little cunt was stuffed full of a real man's cock, the same one that had kept so many of the so-called ladies and untouchable wives of Oak Tree happy and smiling all this time.
"Yeah, baby, that's right. I'm going to fuck you," the middle-aged caretaker informed her bluntly, relishing the expression of shocked, unbelievable horror that distorted her proud young face. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for more, and you will too. They all do."
His filthy words made Diane want to scream, to cry out in disbelief, to do anything to put a stop to the incredible series of events that had victimized her ever since Bill had left on his business trip two days ago. That this horrible unsavory character could even conceive of her allowing him to use her body and commit adultery as though she were some kind of common tramp was the greatest of all possible insults!
"You pig, you! You insane pervert!" she shrieked at him. "My husband would kill you with his bare hands if he ever found out what you just said!"
Jack exploded into a long convulsive quaking of gruff sadistic laughter before he quipped, "You can just tell him that big dog stretched your hot little pussy. Hell, he'd understand."
With a tiny cry of maddening frustration, the dazed young wife whirled quickly around and made a break for the front door but her attempted escape was stopped short by the older man's long, sinewy arm that snaked out around her waist. She stood staring at him frantically, like a wild animal at bay, then made a move to retreat backwards but her way was blocked by the living room wall behind her.
"No, you can't do this to me, my husband will kill you, I told you!" she gasped fearfully, her eyes searching desperately for another means of escape. "No one but my husband has ever… done it to me."
"Well, baby, there's a first time for everyone," the older man replied callously, without the least sign of compassion, his lust-glazed eyes traveling even more directly up and down her deliciously young trembling form. An electric shock jolted her every nerve as she felt his extended hand slither out and around her ribs and on down to the flat plane of her tummy as he edged closer to her, his leathery unshaven face now only inches from her own fear-twisted face. Traveling down to the base of her tremulous belly, his rough fingertips rotated in small teasing circles against the soft hair-covered mound of her vagina, pressing against her robe until the fluffy fabric wedged into the narrow crevice between her thighs. To her horror, the young wife felt her knees buckle momentarily and yet somehow she managed to shake the sudden giddiness enough to keep from toppling over onto the floor.
"Tell me, honey," the hired hand taunted as she leaned back against the wall for support, "tell me that you don't want me to fuck the shit out of you. You're still as hot as a firecracker from that big dog licking your hot little cunt, aren't you?"
Diane stiffened as though suddenly she had been doused with ice water. Her lush mouth fell open loosely and her blue eyes widened in utter horror as she felt the faint beginnings of betrayal in her own young body add to her sense of helplessness against this crudely arrogant man. She felt his powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his big rough hands slipping down further to encompass the full rounded spheres of her buttocks. The blood rushed hotly to her face at the horrible shame of having this complete stranger pawing her tensed fear-stricken body with his hands, hands that were heedless of her mounting dread.
"Stop it, stop it, do you hear me? I'll scream for help," she threatened futilely.
"You go right ahead, little lady. Scream your head off, because nobody's going to hear you but those dogs out there," he grinned evilly into her lovely face, adding, "I locked your furry boyfriend's pen before I came in, so don't count on him to cheat you out of the fucking I'm going to give you."
She could do nothing but gawk at him, aghast, searching for some tell-tale sign of mercy in the caretaker's face, but there was nothing but lust in his features and she quaked helplessly as his teasing fingers massaged and stroked her cringing, tightly-clenched buttocks as he pulled her more firmly against the huge bulge in the crotch of his trousers. God, why was he doing this terrible thing to her? she groaned to herself. Desolately, she wondered how she would ever be able to face her husband, Bill, again after all that had happened during the seeming eternity since he had left to scout for additional breeding stock.
Even through the layers of their clothing, the shuddering girl could feel the intruder's lust-aroused penis rising to greater hardness against the soft plane of her belly, its hot pulsating rigidity sending little shivers of unwanted excitement shimmering up through the walls of her vagina. If only she could clear her head she might be able to think of a way to escape from this debasing situation… She had only been doing her job, feeding the dogs, when suddenly everything had gone haywire and something strange had taken control of her life, tearing its control from her hands… And now, she could hardly think of anything but the insistent pressure of the hidden rod of flesh jabbing out and throbbing suggestively against her tender vulnerable flesh.
Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was powerless against his greater strength and slowly he lowered his head until his lips closed over hers, completely engulfing her soft pink mouth, his tongue working deep between her lips and into the warmth between her teeth. She moaned weakly as his big hands jerked her pelvis more tightly forward against his, the harsh throbbing bulge at his loins causing an uncontrollable flutter of excitement to ripple through her soft flesh and center in her helplessly tingling vagina. The caretaker suddenly reached up with one hand and pinched hard against the soft rubbery nipple of her right breast through her robe igniting a flash of mixed pain and pleasure in the futilely-struggling young woman's captive body. She uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his saliva-moistened lips clamping down hard over hers once again.
Great surges of fiery shame washed over her as she felt the forbidden pleasure of the man's experienced touch relentlessly overcoming her desire to resist him. After these last few days of constant sexual stimulation and frustration, she felt her passion snowballing suddenly, beginning to drown out her fear and intense humiliation. Her breath caught in her soft milky throat as she felt the man, Jack Green's, invading hand slip audaciously under the front of her robe, slithering lizard-like up and down over the smooth fleecy flesh of her quivering hips. He let his hand brush lightly several times over the blonde curling strands of her pubic mound, his fingers pressing gently but insistently on the outer flanges of her pink swelling pussy-lips. She groaned and quailed with each gently pressured touch against her tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to gain control over the flowing tide of passion creeping through her passion-inflamed body.
"N-no… no, p-please, don't," she beseeched him weakly as she felt the grey-haired man's strong hand burrowing deeper into the crevice between her tightly-clenched thighs. Suddenly his thick blunt finger began to trace the thin, pink-furrowed slit of her naked cunt and, against her conscious will, her muscles began gradually to relax until her legs opened slightly to his touch.
Diane's slender hands flew up to his powerful shoulders, her long nails digging into his tough flesh through his ragged sweater. Even as a brief sensation of repulsion swept over her, lascivious waves of involuntary desire spiraled crazily through her burning loins and in her belly as he parted the soft sparse pubic hair and slowly, deliberately, teased his middle finger deep up between her warm moist vaginal lips.
"Oooooooh, God nooooooo," she moaned in protest even though she sensed her own sexually-aroused dampness spreading from the unwanted excitement that was taking over her entire being and she bit down on her lip to hold back the noises of delight that were rising up from deep in her graceful throat.
Heated tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her flushed cheeks as the horrified young housewife suddenly recognized that her traitorous body was actually giving in to the thrill of this man's fingers probing into her hotly throbbing vagina. Her eyes closed despairingly as her hips began to thrust slowly back and forth of their own volition, matching the lewd rhythm of his teasing finger-fucking up between her slightly-spread legs.
"That's the spirit, honey," he crooned triumphantly in her ear. "You're starting to like old Jack, eh? That tight little cunt of yours is getting nice and wet just like it does for your hubby. You're about ready for me to fuck you now, aren't you?"
Diane could not speak. Words of indignant horror formed in her tortured brain but died in her throat, lost in the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing and flicking mercilessly around her now hotly quivering clitoris. Her shamelessly aroused young body jerked responsively as she unwillingly allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper into the waves of delectable sensation that were coursing through her. Every muscle in her exquisite body was taut as she unconsciously worked her loins forward now toward the maddening probe between her open legs.
"Well?" he demanded again, thrusting his finger up into the tightness of her pussy walls with a quick, unexpected rush that shocked the breath out of her lungs. "Do you want to fuck, honey?"
"Oh, God," she moaned, miserably torn between her guilt and her female body's electric demands. "I… oooooh."
"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that," he chuckled knowingly as he felt her supple young pussy muscles rippling excitedly around his buried finger. Bringing his other hand up to clutch at her long flaxen blonde hair, he drew her tear-streaked face back to him and kissed her wetly, his thick wet tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his fingers began to torturously tease up into her quivering cunt once more. Then Diane felt him begin to pull her across the room, slyly edging her captured body toward the plush red velour couch as he continued to deftly titillate her excitement-drenched vagina. Somewhere in her anguished brain she knew that the moment of her ultimate defilement and subjugation was drawing ever closer but she could no longer find the will to resist. There was nothing she could do but moan defenselessly as his hands took the most indecent liberties with her helpless young body, causing convulsive little twitches of unwanted delight to race through her glistening wet genitals.
"Let's take that rag off you, honey," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "I want to get another good look at what I'm gonna put my cock in."
Diane hung her head in shame and did not even struggle as she felt him tear open the knot of her belt and slip her fluffy yellow robe down over her naked shoulders. She closed her eyes, deliberately refusing to think about what was happening to her, assisting him by her passive submission until she felt her single protective garment fall into a soft, useless heap down around her slender ankles. As the cool air of the room rushed over her beautiful naked body, she heard the older man's sharp intake of breath. His big work-hardened hands clutched hotly at her full heaving breasts, kneading, squeezing, rolling the tiny pink nipples until they became hard and distended, throbbing almost painfully under his fingers. Finally she felt his wet, passion-heated mouth encircling one of the tiny erected tips, his tongue flicking maddeningly over the taut point of flesh. And then his hands left her swelling breasts, drawing his fingers down along her ribs to her hips to push her gently down on her back onto the sofa. Her eyes were still clenched shut against the harsh reality of what was occurring in her own living room as the young wife lay motionless and defeated on the plush cushions of the couch. She could hear a rustling of clothes as he undressed beside her.
There was nothing left for her to do now but submit, she thought numbly, as she lay completely naked in the muted light of the living room. Where could she run without any clothes on and who would ever believe her if she tried to explain exactly what had happened to her? Her own husband already thought that she was silly and self-indulgent, she thought bitterly, so why not give in to the selfish desires that were coursing through her blood-stream like a conscience-killing drug? And yet she did not want this… this horrible, older man forcing her to satisfy his lewd desires with the softness of her body. No, no, she couldn't go through with this! It wasn't right for a married woman to commit adultery like this, no matter what the circumstances.
Suddenly her wandering mind was forced back to the reality of the present by the knowledge that another weight was settling down on the couch, down below where her long white legs dangled uselessly over the edge of the cushions to the floor below. She felt harsh hands grasping her right ankle, lifting it high in the air and finally placing it down high over the back of the sofa. The springs squeaked as he crawled between her now widely-parted young thighs, causing her to stiffen in apprehension of the brutal rape she knew was about to begin at any moment.
"All right, honey, let's open up those baby-blue eyes," he commanded gloatingly. "I've got something I want you to see."
She obeyed slowly and reluctantly. She saw him kneeling between her wide-spread thighs that he, himself, had spread open, his sinewy body completely naked now and his weathered face twisted in a lewd salacious grin. Her gaze trailed downward along his broad muscular torso to the thick hardened penis standing out from beneath the little overhang of his slightly paunchy belly.
Her eyes began to widen in mounting revulsion and frightened disbelief as she visually measured the abnormally large penis that pointed toward the ceiling like the shaft of a large menacing weapon. God, it was enormous!
Jack Green stared directly into her awe-rounded eyes and his licentious smirk broadened as his hand lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard blood-engorged head.
"Think it's big enough, baby?" he asked her, a triumphant gleam burning in his eyes. "Now, aren't you glad that your hubby's not home?"
At the sound of his cruelly-taunting voice, loathing and nausea swept over her again, nearly destroying the erotic sensations that possessed her. Even so, she could not help but gape at the massive size and thickness of the fleshy hardness dominating her vision. She sensed that the middle-aged man was enjoying the devilish brutality that he was subjecting her to but she could not tear her incredulous gaze from the heavily-veined rod of male cock-flesh that he was still holding and stroking in his hand.
Still, she could barely believe its fantastic size and wondered how any normal woman could safely take such a huge thing inside of her without stretching her vagina unbearably. She tried to imagine that great monster buried inside the narrow, hair-fringed folds of her tight young pussy and a quiver of paralyzing fear coursed through her.
"It's… oh, God, it's too big," the blonde-haired girl managed to stutter in a last ditch effort to voice her resistance.
Jack Green continued to massage the granite-hard tower of flesh, slowly, tantalizingly. "That's what all the wives around here say… the first time," he leered at her. "But you're going to take every inch of it, honey, every hard throbbing inch of this big baby…"
Once again, the tears dribbled down Diane's flushed cheeks as she realized that there was no appealing to this vile man. He was not her sensible Bill, nor any of the other men who had jumped to fulfill her every wish all her life. She tried to steel her senses for what she knew was to come, refusing to listen to his insulting words and filthy implications any longer. Her anguished brain was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of knowing that there was no escape, that she must endure his lewd assault. With Bill gone away, she was utterly alone and subject to this man, Jack Green's, every ruthless wish.
"I'm going to make you lick my balls before I'm finished with you," he rasped down at her. "You're going to cry for me to fuck that snobbish little cunt of yours… beg me to bury this cock so deep up in your high and mighty little belly that you'll be able to taste it… just wait and see!"
"Please, please, don't," she begged pitifully, trying a last time to appeal to his conscience but knowing as she looked into his rugged, triumphantly-smiling face that he would show no more mercy to her than he would to any common whore that he had paid for off the streets. She whimpered in terror as he crawled up over her prostrate spread-eagled body, pinioning her shoulders to the cushions with his strong arms and hands. Then he lowered his head and sucked the tiny, erect nipple of one breast into his mouth, biting into it painfully until her nakedly-trembling buttocks writhed in agony beneath him.