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LLP-274 Caesar's Revenge Book Two by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1


It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that 
the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, 
lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the 
inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the 
clumsy patroling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced 
sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; he had 
punished them for the brutal, torture-death of his mate, satisfying the 
ancient law cryptically imbedded in his uncanny animal-brain ... lex 
talionis ... the law of retaliation. Yet, in so doing, he had rekindled 
the banked embers of another smoldering force from ages passed, a 
seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again 
this night.

Caesar stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very 
shadows enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving 
dictate in his feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he 
moved his great head in searching sweeps, aware through instinct that 
the gold medallion hanging from his throat on its glittering chain 
could attract attention in the light of the moon. Ahead, he saw the 
shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping place, the 
golden female-human he had chosen to replace the mate they had cruelly 
killed.

A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow 
coming from the opened window. She was waiting for him ...!

The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his 
long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty 
animal-loins convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, 
but with vigilance, the illusive, canine beast crept toward the open 
window, a sudden piercing howl back in the hills advising him that his 
pack was racing down toward the valley in its quest for food ...

*   *   *

The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Jean 
Blakely's bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's 
relinquishing their bedroom to them. Mark, too, had insisted and of 
course, her own numb old Steve had merely said "thanks." The dodo ... 
all he was concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine 
he slaved for, not giving the slightest thought to Jean and Mark's 
inconvenience. Then off he goes, chasing down the utterly ridiculous 
tale that had brought them there. Not that she hadn't expected to be a 
writer's widow throughout most of their stay in Crescent Valley, but 
she'd had hopes that this, their first night there, would be spent 
together ... especially following her monthly five-day abstinence 
because of her period.

God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? 
Carol Foster racily thought to herself, wriggling the naked roundness 
of her full white buttocks in a little sensuous undulation against the 
smooth satin give of the sheeted mattess. A tiny shiver of erotic 
delight tingled along her spine. Reflexively, she brushed her long 
slender fingers with a light touch over the diffused, resilient flesh 
of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their tiny, ruby-like 
nipples until they were incited buds of sensitive hardness. He could 
have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough 
hints all evening long. She thought this as she lay there uneasily in 
her aroused nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over 
the smooth curves and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly 
adding to her sensual appetite.

Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either, 
especially the last two she'd had with Jean after the boys had left on 
their crazy, wild dog-pack-hunt. But she'd needed them; she'd been so 
damned mad when Steve had told her he probably wouldn't be home until 
morning. Such absolute nonsense ... the whole ludicrous yarn ... a wild 
dog raping a girl ...! It surprised her that an intelligent man like 
Mark Blakely could take any stock in such an absurd story ... and he'd 
looked so damned grave, almost avoiding Steve's questions. Even Jean, 
after they'd left, had practically refused to discuss it, continuously 
changing the subject. Frankly, she'd been just as satisfied, Carol 
remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex doing nothing 
but turning her on that much more.

At least, it was wonderful being together with Jean again ... and Mark 
was just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her 
husband or Jean would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the 
young, virile deputy sheriff. Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, 
and quite one-sided, she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous 
things for her in her dreams ... wildly passionate acts that could only 
take place in her sensuously unbridled mind. Like ... now, at that very 
moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth 
white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, and imagined conception 
of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like 
filling her fevered mind. It would be longer and thicker than Steve's, 
Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard ... hot 
and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to 
reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping 
out those first delicious drops of his heated male-semen ...!

God! The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked, short-
haired brunette squirminkly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush 
over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending 
course toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down 
between her hot full thighs. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls 
with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their 
silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that 
she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Steve, stayed with 
her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all ... sucking him off 
every night during her period ... no wonder he'd put that stupid story 
ahead of her inevitable seizure of "hotpussy"!

She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with 
the incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it. Not that 
she didn't love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick 
length of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy 
lips at that very moment ... but there was something more passionately 
intimate in the tongue-licking and mouthing of his pulsating, rock-
hardness that lustfully intoxicated her. To get down between his legs 
and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands ... to lick away 
that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of her 
tongue ... to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot, blood-
swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her saliva-
slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair ...! 
And then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his 
scalding sperm deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded 
like liquid fire down her hungrily swallowing throat to boil 
passionately down in her belly below ...!

God, I'm hot! Carol mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently 
spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them 
slithering wetly into the seething, moist crevice between. 
Hedonistically, they stroked through the smooth fluid flesh, one 
skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her erect clitoris, transmitting 
frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to her passion-whetted 
brain. Oooohhh ... if only I had Jean's husband, Mark's cock in my 
mouth right now! God, I'd suck his balls inside out ...! she lewdly 
visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and 
drawing them back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the 
hardened, tingling nipples of her swollen breasts. Then, as she plunged 
two slender fingers into the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tighly 
absorbing cuntal channel, she raised her head to look down between her 
nakedly throbbing breasts and observed through darkly glazed eyes the 
obscenely erotic sight she presented to herself ...

It was at that precise moment that she saw him ...!

For some minutes passed, Caesar had been watching her, his acute 
animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden-headed 
mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the 
heavy breathing antics of the unclothes, fire-eyed, female-human who 
waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to 
circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he 
find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found 
her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the 
window not opened wide enough for him to enter.

The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone 
lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his 
fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An 
undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired 
mate; she would not forsake him ... there was an animal-like bond 
between them. She had provided the new fire-eyed, female-human in her 
bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first 
window.

With forelegs on the sill, Caesar watched the sensuously lewd 
performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his 
potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath 
filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female 
secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed 
with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her 
nakedly spread legs ... saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold 
teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly mewling passion 
whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking 
of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the 
mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.

She saw him then ... her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, 
their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled. Her 
movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open ...! He 
did not wait longer, but agily bounded through the open window ...!

Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, 
Carol couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! 
The first sight of it ... the massive animal-head with gleaming fangs 
and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the 
opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and 
loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing 
throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes ... then, the brute 
had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

Now, she stared at it ... him ... a dog with a golden disc hanging from 
a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself 
desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! There 
... there ... there was something, she knew, something recognizable in 
the medallion that she should immediately fathom ... but she couldn't 
think! He ... it ... whatever, was practically on top of her 
defenseless naked body ... and then, she realized that she still held 
her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position.

Slowly, Carol started to lower them, immediately freezing as the 
intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved 
on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge 
head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and 
buttocks! She swallowed in avid horror, the wild dog's presence, his 
identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the 
absolute fact that he was there ... and he was ... subconsciously 
making her know that this was it ... him ... the very myth that had 
brought her and Steve to Crescent Valley! Ex-Except that he was no 
myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her ... above 
her nakedly vulnerable loins ...!

God, she had never been a coward ... a stupid person, or whimpering 
female, not in all of her twenty-three years ... but this ... this was 
unbelievable! She tried to think ...! To scream would be futile! There 
was no one to help her; only Carol was in the house! Mark had spoken of 
posted sentries, but how far away was the nearest one ...? Lord, he 
could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! 
No! No! She must ... must remain cool ... somehow, charm him keep him 
at bay! And ... and what was he doing ...?

A potent unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused 
loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to 
sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an 
ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt-lips and still, tingling 
thighs ...!

Oh ... oh God! That ... that was his tongue ...!

In spine-chilling awe, Carol frantically squirmed beneath the sudden 
lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up 
and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of 
her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she 
feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose 
teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal 
mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the 
tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young 
mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool ... yes ... my God ... keep my head 
... cool ...! Mustn't scream ... mustn't ...! Ooooohhhhhh ...! she 
choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected 
loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she 
well knew that! She had never fainted in her life ... but how ... what 
was she going to do? My god, he ... he was starting to lick her there 
as if she were just another bitch dog in heat ... and damn, she had 
been that, hadn't she! Could ... could he sense it? Why hadn't she 
listened when they were talking about him? Caesar ... yes, that's what 
they'd called him ... Caesar! Now, she could see the letters embossed 
on the medallion ... and the Roman centurion ... then, the eagle as the 
golden disc flickered back and forth to his movements ...! But ... but 
it was all impossible ... these things didn't happen ...!

Oooooooohhhhh ...! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous 
whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her 
anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! 
She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh ... oh, what he was 
doing to her there ...! If only she hadn't drunk so much! It ... it was 
almost impossible to put thoughts together ... or to make sense! She'd 
been so hot ... thinking of her girlfriend Jean's husband's virile 
young cock ... sucking it ... and suddenly, this maddening reality had 
burst upon her ...!

Am I much more than an animal myself? lustfully confused brunette 
frenziedly though with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Caesar's 
hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she 
writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing 
growl!

Oooooh God!

His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more 
and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still 
hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She uncontrollably 
trembled as he swept his branding, moist flesh along the narrow pink 
crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split 
of her hair-fringed cunt! From her babyishly quivering rectal mouth, it 
traced the pink passion-engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the 
tiny, erect floweret of her softly pulsating little clitoris! She 
lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts 
and open white thighs at the incredible obscene spectacle. Blinding 
sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her tremoring naked body at 
the contact of his melting tongue with her super-senstive nerve-
centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick 
length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her 
moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink 
butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every 
breathtaking lick!

It didn't stop, and the naked, obscenely exposed young wife who lay in 
a desire-blinded state of lewdly pyramiding passion, beneath the 
incessant wild tongue of an inconceivable, lust-maddened beat, could 
only moan out her sensual delight. Unceasingly, the massive dog splayed 
the smooth inflamed intimacy of her secret genital flesh with his 
captivating tongue, finally pausing to curl it with a deeply invading 
thrust far up into her turbulently wet vaginal passage!

"Oooooohhhh ... ooohhhh heaven ...!" Carol audibly cried out, gasping 
and jerking spasmodically beneath his unthinkable assault, Mark's 
pictured cock in all of its lustful hardness mentally filling her 
suddenly unconsciously sucking mouth! Oh God, she would suck him so 
beautifully, and he'd squirt his hot male jism all the way down her 
hungrily welcoming throat, the feel of it making her cum and cum as it 
pumped ceaselessly into her wildly ovalled mouth!

"God, yes ... yes! Lick it for me, you beautiful wild brute! Aaaaggghhh 
... like that, darling, like that ... lick your tongue way up inside!" 
she wantonly pleaded, lifting her intensively sizzling loins and 
quaking buttocks higher to his frenzied, ravaging animal-mouth. "Yes 
... yes! Lick my cunt you wonderful lover! Aaaaaagggghhhh ... 
oooohhhhhh ...!"

Carol hardly knew what she was saying; her overwhelming carnal passion 
had reached that intensity! What fear she had known in the beginning 
the powerful dog had washed away with his wet, searing tongue! She 
hardly saw him any longer as a fierce, wild beast ... only as a 
magnificent, needed lover who was taking her to unbelievable heights of 
sensual rapture! Suddenly, she was grasping hold of his furry head to 
pull his long nose tighter into her wetly throbbing cuntal channel!

His firebrand tongue shot up into her moist, seething hole like a 
white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he 
zealously lashed and tongue-fucked the blood-flushed, glistening flesh 
between her obscenely-spread thighs and tautly stretched buttocks.

"Oh ... ooohhhhh goooddddd ... you're driving me mad, lover ... 
maaaddd!" Carol hoarsely gasped with raised head and salaciously 
gasping eyes. The forbidden, beastial sight was all but shamelessly 
destroying her ...! Never, never, never in her life had she felt like 
this! Oooohhhh ... if only her girlfriend's husband's hard thick cock 
was in her mouth at the same time ... then it would be complete ...!

Caesar both scented and tasted the whetting intensity of her human she-
lust, the keenly biting flaver causing his feral animal-blood to hotly 
race and pound through his powerful loins. There was nothing in this 
fire-eyed female that reminded him of his golden-haired mate except the 
soft whiteness of her smooth flesh, and the heat she generated from the 
mating hole between her legs. He sensed no tenderness in the 
symmetrical portions of her body such as his golden one possessed, only 
the hungry heat of her rising female-passion. The hot, pink flesh in 
its flowing wetness communicated to him her innermost secrets, and as 
he eagerly tongued the yielding, moist crevice, he felt the charged 
urgency of his own demanding loins ...

Carol had fallen into a rhythmic moaning, her mind slipping further 
into sensual oblivion beneath the mesmerizing bliss of Caesar's 
pleasure-giving tongue hotly licking and fucking into her wildly 
inflamed cunt. She had begun to flail her head from side to side in her 
lewd, half-raised position, still holding to the mighty animal's huge 
head between her pulled-back legs, her brain a mirror for both her 
husband and Mark Blakely's imagined hard cocks, each thrusting in turn 
into her hungrily sucking mouth, while this beautiful brute lapped the 
maddening fire from her seething loins and belly. Frantically, she 
tossed her head in cadence with her groans, and it was then that she 
saw it!

Her sparkling dark-eyes widened at the glistening sight of the animal's 
thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the 
tapered end slipping and dancing as it continued to press forward from 
its fleshy concealment! She had to lean far over sideways to see it 
well, and momentarily, Caesar sounded a throaty growl of disapproval, 
but this time the warning hardly registered with her.

Instead, an inexplicable sensation of sheer depravity burned through 
her naked, lust-filled young body, a maddeningly intensified feeling 
the roots of which she had no intentions of questioning! It was sheer, 
forbidden wickedness in its most degenerate form ...! But his cock was 
beautiful ... huge and beautiful! She had never seen her husband 
Steve's cock ever look more tempting to her! And his ... her wonderful 
animal lover's, was longer and thicker, more like Mark's, she wildly 
imagined in her mind-swirling fantasy!

For a long, breathless moment, the raven-haired young wife watched the 
massive dog's wetly gleaming shaft of naked hardness partially dangle 
beneath his strong animal-loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first 
going dry, then salivating at the captivating sight of its scarlet 
rapaciousness! From that moment, she was no longer concerned with the 
corrupt perversion of her intentions, only how she was going to 
accomplish it! In fact, she realized almost frantically, the very 
debasing idea in itself was serving to spur her on ... but how? How?

Feverishly, the wild, night-invader licked at her cunt, his scorching, 
wet tongue like an abrasive as it slithered over the firmly erect bud 
of her quivering clitoris! Scintillating shocks of animalish lust raged 
through her obscenely offered loins, singeing at the very nerve-ends of 
her white, sensually trembling flesh.

Oh God ... how? "Caesar, darling ... baby ..." Carol began, trying to 
raise higher and pet his massive head that was nuzzled between her 
wide-spread legs. God, she could see his liquid tongue spraying through 
the wetly saturated crevice of her cuntal slit! He had opened her wide 
down there as if his love-making tongue was born of razors! Her own 
sensitive inner-cuntal flesh sparkled reflectively up at her, its 
tempting, silken curls moistly matted, the very sight sending trembling 
sensations spiraling toward her brain! Her thrusting young breasts 
tingled in their swollen excitement as she continued to caress his 
great head ... "Caesar ... darling ... lie down! Lie down, baby! Carol 
wants you to lie down! Please, darling ... lie down and roll over!" she 
softly whispered, ever stroking his head and ears. "Lie down, my 
handsome lover and I'll make you happy! I'll ... I'll even put my pussy 
where you can lick it if you want ... and I hope you do ...!"

Carol's brain swam in wanton debauchment as she slowly eased herself 
forward, working toward her knees and backing the huge, apprehensive 
animal away from her seething loins. Once, he growled, but she didn't 
stop. There was no other way only taking control if she were to have 
what she wanted! She whispered in loving tones, simultaneously grazing 
her soft little hands over the fur of his tense body, her eyes 
continuously fastened on the solid length of his long scarlet cock 
hanging throbbingly below his belly ...

Caesar watched her carefully as she raised up and eased forward, 
watched her mouth moving and listened to the soft sounds coming from 
it. It was not the same as when he came to his golden one. But this, 
the fire-eyed she, was different, and he wondered why. He didn't fear 
her; she was a friend; her gentle touch told him that. In fact, her 
gentle touch was confusingly cooling his mating hunger. He sensed his 
loins dissipating beneath her warm, friendly hand ... he moved back and 
lay down, a perplexed whimper working upward into his throat ...

Carol heard it, the simpering whine vibrating through her as she 
watched his huge cock withdraw back into its hiding sheath. He lay down 
onto the bed, stretching out and finally responding when she continued 
to whisper, "Roll over, darling, over ...!" She crawled and positioned 
herself so that her hotly seething cunt was inches from his nose, and 
less when she drew her tingling thighs back! She eased forward, placing 
herself so that her face was directly above the peeking opening of his 
cock-sheath where the huge, scarlet hardness had disappeared.

Frantically obscene sensations of raw, uncontrolled desire raced 
through her! She knew what she was going to do, and the very thought 
was about to drive her wild with salacious excitement! She gently moved 
her hips toward his animal-face, spreading her legs and lovingly taking 
his head ... She lay upon her side, one leg lifted to draw his nose 
snugly in toward her hotly tremoring cunt. She sensed his tongue lick 
out at the feverishly wet crevice between her legs, lashing through its 
sensually aroused inner-flesh like a fluid flame, and whatever she had 
ever known to be moral or accepted at that exact second was totally 
lost! The lasciviously blinded young wife lowered her cheek to his 
warm, hard animal-belly, her one hand slowly moving toward his hidden 
cock!

The huge dog whimpered and jerked, but never made a motion toward 
gaining his feet as Carol's lustful hand began to examine his softly 
furred genitals. Instead, he licked up wetly at the open little mouth 
of her hotly offered pussy, while her breath quickened and her mind 
raced, filled with the hellishly beautiful thoughts of what was going 
to momentarily happen there in her girlfriend's bed!

She had to be some sort of a devil's advocate, she thought, clasping 
hold of his fur-concealed cock and beginning to manipulate the soft 
hairy flesh back and forth, feeling its thickness within! She didn't 
care ... not tonight, she didn't! She was a monster, a Frankenstein or 
vampire ... whatever ... as long as it happened ... the taste of his 
animal-cock in her mouth!

She would go to hell ... but there, she'd never be lonely! Oooooohhhhh 
Goddddd ...! His tongue, laving sensuously at the excitedly quivering 
bud of her clitoris! The beautiful creature! she thought, clinging 
tightly to his sheltered cock and ardently beginning to stroke it. 
Slowly, gently, she worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, 
while the massive german shepherd lay half on its back, his great head 
nestled between her openly spread thighs, his feverish tongue 
unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her wildly simmering cunt. 
Suddenly, it appeared once more, the tapered, red, glistening tip of 
his long thick hardness, slipping ever forward toward her breathless, 
tongue-moistened lips ... until at last it touched them!

In wicked passion, the bedeviled young wife parted her warm, lush lips, 
and with a low, deep-chested groan, let the slender, tapered forepart 
of Caesar's throbbing hardness slide between them, easing further and 
further into the hot, wetness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, until it 
nearly brushed the back of her impatiently spasming throat! Carol 
brought her tongue into play with irresistible fervency, her mind a 
babble of frenzied lust at the utter forbiddeness of the debased act 
she was committing. Her brain reeled as with an almost-dread, she, for 
the first time, tasted the thick, pulsating cock, a wanton thrill of 
obscene delight racing through her at its sweet, pungent maleness. My 
God, it was no less beautiful than her husband Steve's ... and it was 
so hot and hard, swelling even more with every passing second!

She heard his high-pitched whimper as he continued to voraciously lick 
her fire-filled cunt, and she began to reciprocately suck and twirl her 
tongue around his long, thick animal-cock in an effort to repay him for 
the mind-shattering pleasure he had and was bringing her. She felt his 
powerful body responding to her obscene sucking of his throbbing 
hardness, his animal-loins pressing jerkingly forward. She brushed one 
excited hand along his hairy belly to his huge sperm-bloated balls, 
cupping them warmly, first, then lightly scratching them with her 
finger-tips. Again, he whimpered, the delicate taunting causing him to 
increase his thrusting cock-rhythm between the tightly clasped oval of 
her moistly sucking lips.

God, the taste of it was the maddening delight, the young wife realized 
as she began to mouthingly nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear 
of hot, hard animal-flesh with vigorous head movements of her own. 
Delicately gamey, her flushed brain tagged, like the wild, handsome 
beast he was; yet spiced with the sweet tartness of nature's semen that 
was hardly the human male's monopoly! Oooohhhh ... never in her life 
had she ever imagined such depraved sexual perversity!

The smooth, tapered length of his thickening cock thrust into her mouth 
in perfect cadence, while his lashing tongue whipped the hot, liquid 
flesh of her wide splayed cunt and its burning vaginal walls in growing 
ferocity! She closed her small white teeth, but not to hurt, swirling 
her tongue over his pulsating shaft of hardened dog-flesh, lost in the 
licentiousness of her abnormal act. God, it was like honey in her 
mouth, plunging smoothly and slickly all the way up into her open 
throat! Wh-What would his animal-cum taste like? Would it be something 
like Steve's ... hot and thick, squirting from the tip of his cock in 
thick jet-like streams ... or were animals different ...?

Caesar, in the existence of his animal being, had never known equal 
mating pleasure. The fire-eyed, she-human was enveloping his maleness 
warmly up inside her mouth, yet it felt as if it were submerged back 
between her lips in her female slit. There was difference, however, he 
instinctively knew ... the tongue feel and the taunting pressure of the 
teeth. He whimperingly liked those sensations that caused great 
swirling fire in the depths of his powerful loins, knowing that in a 
few brief moments, he would be fulfilling his lust-driven needs because 
of them ...

Oooohhh ... oh God, she wanted his animal-cum shooting into her mouth 
... dribbling down her throat ... even strangling her! All of the 
perverted fires of hell were blazing there up between her legs! Her 
belly raged, and her loins, her lust-churning cunt, glowed with the 
seething desire scalding it! She clutched at his hugely swollen animal-
balls, beginning to milk and caress them as she sucked hungrily and 
shamelessly at his massively throbbing cock. She was going to cum 
beneath his beautiful tongue ... cum as she never had in her life! She 
heard him whine, then whine again in his own beastial ecstasy! God, she 
was actually bringing him joy!

Maybe she was losing her mind, the naked, obscenely performing young 
wife thought, as she tongued and licked Caesar's great cock in her 
mouth ... and then, she heard the powerful dog gutturally snarl at the 
same moment as his flanks began to furiously hump his cock deeper up 
into her greedily working throat! Simultaneously, she sensed her own 
peaking moment at hand, the latter driving her insanely on to greater 
and greater perversities! Demonishly, she sucked until his cock began 
to jerk wildly up inside her mouth ... then, it spewed forth the 
searing, liquid cum from deep in the relentessly building depths of his 
balls, but not as she'd visualized it! The stream of scalding, viscid 
sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her greedily sucking mouth 
almost before she could swallow it away ... time and again, as if he 
were pissing down her throat, the lust-filled realization literally 
destroying her inside as her orgasm swept through her like some never-
before, earth-destroying cataclysm ...!

He was gone before Carol could even try to comprehend what had 
happened. She lay back in a semi-exhausted nakedness, still breathing 
heavily and tremblingly staring at the empty, opened window. God ... he 
was real ... alive, exsistent all right ... but could she tell anyone 
in the whole world that ...? In fact ... in fact, the only concrete 
proof she had, even to herself, that the unbelievable act had occurred 
were the thin, still warmly glowing trickles of his sperm that trailed 
wetly from the corners of her lips down over her passion-flushed cheeks 
below ...



Chapter 2


The early morning California sunshine streaming through the bedroom 
window awakened Jean Blakely from an uneasy sleep. For a long moment 
she lay quite still, letting her widening, smoke-blue eyes scan her 
immediate, puzzling surroundings ... then she remembered. She was in 
their smaller guest-room. She had given Carol and Steve the bedroom 
Mark and she occupied because the bed was more comfortable. Now, the 
reminder of Carol being in the house helped brighten her troubled mood.

With that, the twenty-two year old, young wife gingerly bounced to the 
floor, the short see-through nightie she wore hardly concealing the 
provocative quiver of curvaceous white flesh rippling voluptuously from 
her sudden movements. Against the sheer green nylon, her firmly erect 
breasts lifted and strained when she brushed her long, honey-blonde 
tresses behind her shoulders, their tiny pink nipples in semi-hardness 
visibly pushing out the diaphanous material. In the vanity mirror, the 
lovely, oval-faced girl saw this, a trace of narcissistic admiration 
penetrating her disquietness. She let her eyes wander downward over the 
reflection in the glass, picking up her brush to stroke through her 
hair as they did so. The narrowness of her slender waist had always 
pleased her, as was the tiny dimple of her navel an erogenous 
fascination. She dwelt then on the sweeping arch of her softly rounded 
hips, and the long tapering columns of her full white thighs and 
shapely calves, but it was the moundish, golden triangle of silken 
curls at the base of her flat little belly that invariably captured her 
attention.

A sigh escaped her then, the reasons behind her uneasy frame of mind 
beginning to trickle from her memory bank to her conscious. A cold 
little chill crept upward along the smooth hollow of her back, with the 
abrupt concern for Caesar's welfare commanding her thoughts. Had he 
gotten through the night unharmed ...? Or, God forbid, was it possible 
that one of the sentries ... or Link Morgan ... even Mark, might have 
shot and ... and killed him? Oh God, no ... she wouldn't let herself 
even think of such a horror being a reality! What was it Granny Obert 
had said ...? "They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him ... and 
neither will they drive him off ...!" Again, Jean sighed. Somehow, the 
recall of the near-century old woman's words seemed to soothe her 
anxiety. Anyway, both Mark and Steve would be coming home shortly and 
she would know first-hand all of the particulars the night had wroght. 
Though, even if her beautiful animal-lover had managed to safely evade 
them, only a part of her mental strain would be relieved. There was 
still the intense strain of Mark and her relationship following her 
unbridled episode with Caesar the night before last.

Jean's mind filled retrospectively with the unashamed wantoness she 
hadn't tried to hide as she'd given herself to the massive animal's 
love-making right before her husband's incredulous eyes. God, she 
hadn't been able to help herself, and he might have killed Mark had she 
not, the beautiful brute had been that jealous! She thought these 
things as she slipped into her robe, a fluttering of sensual excitement 
gnawing in her belly at the memory of Mark uncontrollably losing his 
own composure and crawling onto the bed to let her suck him while 
Caesar had fucked into her so powerfully from behind! God, she had 
never done anything like that before in her entire life, but she'd 
hoped to do it again and again ... it had been so wonderful, giving 
herself fully to both of her lovers at the same time ...! And then, 
yesterday morning, she had seen the affected expression in Mark's eyes 
and on his handsome face, her blissful expectations crumbling in 
wistful guilt.

From that moment, the tension between them had been unmistakable. Had 
Carol and Steve not arrived on schedule, the blond-haired young wife 
dreaded to think of the extent her husband's jealous contempt might 
have taken them. God, she loved Mark, wanted to live her lifetime 
loving him with every ounce of strength she had, and in the two-months 
of their marriage she felt certain she'd proved that! She had never 
bargained for the mysterious appearance of the handsome wild brute that 
had saved her from a vicious gang-rape, only to crawl up on her 
kneeling body from behind and bring her fulfilled sensual pleasure the 
likes of which Mark couldn't ... at least, hadn't. W-Was it any wonder 
that she'd fallen under his mesmerizing animal-spell? He wasn't just a 
fierce, wild beast ... he was Caesar, and she would always unashamedly 
love him ...!

Jean walked to the single bathroom the little two-bedroom, countryish 
home boasted, clicking the lock softly behind her and removing her 
robe. She seated herself daintily on the toilet-seat, her young mind 
rehashing to the delicate trickle of her relief. She was so thankful 
for Carol and Steve's presence in the house. It was her and Mark's 
first trial since their marriage, and God knows, it was not a normal 
one, but she sensed that their closest friends being there was going to 
help. At least, she and Mark couldn't work into a ranting, raving 
argument.

She didn't bother with the usual tissue absorption, but stood, removing 
her nightie and knotting up her hair, then stepped into the shower, the 
regulated warm spray invigoratingly restoring her confidence. God, she 
loved them both so much, she thought, while she almost sensually soaped 
her soft, white body from force of habit, her mind and hands 
correspondingly functioning in accord. It would all work out ... she 
felt certain that it would ... God, it had to ...!

*   *   *

"That goddamned Morgan ... he frightens me," the slight young man with 
the neatly trimmed red-beard said as he climbed into the car. He tossed 
his alert green-eyes on the uniformed deputy sheriff who slid beneath 
the wheel opposite him. "How the hell did he ever get to be Chief of 
Police in the burg?"

Mark Blakely grinned, his greyish-eyes lighting in thought. "Politics, 
Steve, plain adulterated politics," the tall, chiseled-faced lawman 
tiredly answered. He set the patrol car into motion, making a 
misdemeanoring U-turn in the town square. "Too complicated to elaborate 
on this time of morning. But he's powerful in the valley."

"He killed your father, didn't he," Steve said, rather than asked, 
remembering the shocking event.

"An accident," Mark quickly responded. "A hunting accident ..."

"But there was something between them, wasn't there?" the red-bearded 
writer pressed. "Didn't your dad beat the crap out of him in the street 
here, or something ...?"

"They didn't get on," Mark Blakely answered without looking at his 
friend, making the necessary turns as he moved at a slow speed toward 
his home.

"But they had a fight ...?"

"Yes!" Mark heard himself snap, then caught himself, aware of the edge 
to his voice. "Dad whipped his ass ... and two-weeks later he was dead 
... by an accidental bullet fired from Link Morgan's rifle."

"That sonofabitch ... he'd probably even cheat at Monopoly!" Steve 
Foster derided, lighting a cigarette.

Mark couldn't help but snicker at the remark. "You write too much crap 
for that expose mag you work for, Steve."

"Maybe ... maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one ... if that 
gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, 
bearded writer returned, pulling a note-book and pencil from his 
breast-pocket to rapidly scribble into. "You think I can get an 
interview with his niece, Annie? I mean, after all, she was the girl 
raped by this Caesar brute, that's what my editor wants ...?"

"I think so. Annie's a nice teenaged girl ... nothing like her uncle," 
Mark replied. "She's taken it well this rape horror ... goes to school 
everyday since it happened. Nothing psychological seems to have 
happened to her."

"Maybe she's got sense that huge, ugly bastard doesn't know flows in 
her veins," Steve said as Mark neared the house.

"Maybe. Her own folks were killed in an auto accident near San Diego. 
She's been in the valley some six-years ... a very warm girl." He 
thought for a moment, knowing what he had in mind. "I might see her in 
a few hours. I'll see what I can arrange for an interview."

"A few hours? Christ, aren't you going to sleep, man?" his red-haired 
house-guest questioned.

Mark forced a smile. Christ, how he'd love to, for about forty-eight 
hours! But inside him, he knew he couldn't rest, not with the unwanted, 
jealous rancor that churned there. How the hell did you tell a friend 
that your wife had gone ape over a dog ... a goddamned wild, killer 
beast? "I ... I still have a policing job to do, Steve," he heard 
himself say in remarkably even tones. "It's a pretty good deal here, 
and should I blow it, someone is always ready to take my place, eh? 
Anyway ... I intend to have a chat with Annie Purcell this morning. 
I'll catch her on the way to school, and I'll try to set up an 
interview for you."

"Hey, man, that's great!" Steve said, blowing out smoke. "I mean, I 
need her story verbatum, you know?"

"Sure. Annie's a sweet kid, pretty too. Maybe she'll even let you take 
pictures. That ought to up your bonus," Mark added.

"Like frankencense and myrrh, old buddy!" the red-bearded writer 
enthusiastically retaliated, scrubbing out his cigarette in the car-
ashtray. "I'll call the office and have a flick-boy sent right up!"

Mark swung the patrol-car into the yard, the sight of his house and the 
knowing that Jean was inside, gnawing at his entrails. Christ, he still 
couldn't believe it! The way she'd given herself to that crazy-wild 
animal sonofabitch! And sucking his own cock at the same time ... 
goddamn ... she'd drained it, swallowing his cum as if it were the last 
drop on earth!

That part had been beautiful, but the other? Damn her! She loved that 
fucking dog as much as she loved him! And that couldn't be! It just 
simply couldn't! He'd have to kill him ... destroy him ... the vicious 
bastard! It was unbelievable, but true! The goddamned beast claimed 
women ... his very own Jeannie! Granny Obert was right ...! Oh shit 
...!

"Hey, man, let's get some coffee," Steve interrupted his thoughts, 
climbing from the car. "I'll make it ..."

"Unless I miss my guess, you won't have to," Mark replied, sliding from 
beneath the wheel. "Jean will be waiting for us ..."

*   *   *

For the first time since their marriage, Mark didn't kiss her when he 
entered the house. Instead, he slumped down into the breakfast booth 
and waited for her to pour coffee. He barely looked at her and Jean 
couldn't help but wonder if Steve noticed. If he had, he was being 
considerately kind in betraying no emotion.

"Carol isn't up yet?" he questioned, squeezing into the breakfast nook 
across from Mark.

"I haven't heard a sound from her," Jean replied, pouring his coffee, 
then her husband's. "Probably exhausted after the long drive up."

"I thought sure that she'd be out here wanting to hear more of the 
weird tale of the horny wild dog who rapes young girls, and his 
ferocious pack that has a whole country-side up-tight," Steve said with 
a little grin, bringing out a cigarette.

"You make it sound like some sort of jamboree we're sponsoring for a 
tourist attraction." Mark said, an irritable edge to his tone. "And I 
assure you, Steve, it isn't."

"Hell, guy, I know that," his red-bearded friend quickly replied, 
applying fire to the white cylinder hanging from his lips. "Maybe, I 
expected to see too much, or at least hear an eerie, wolf-like howl in 
the night ..."

"Be thankful that we didn't," Mark said, sipping from his cup. "Though, 
I'll tell you, it's when you don't see or hear them that you can be 
worried. I'd almost lay money that they hit one of the sheep herds 
while we were cruising the town hour after hour. It's uncanny, the 
brain in that damned brute ..."

"You mean, the rape artist, the one they call Caesar?" Steve clarified, 
and the deputy sheriff nodded without looking up at him or Jean who was 
occupying herself at the stove, though Mark wondered if she wasn't 
listening intently to every word they said.

"You've actually seen this mythical german shepherd, then?" Steve 
probed.

Mark did look up then, his tired eyes strangely hinting at the 
unmistakable strain going on behind them. "Yes, I've actually seen him, 
Steve, and take my word for it, he's no goddamned myth!"

Jean swallowed tightly as she lay slices of bacon in a frypan with 
trembling fingers. A sense of relief had somewhat calmed her tensions 
at the knowing that her wild-lover continued to cleverly elude his 
would-be destroyers. But for how long, was the frightening worry 
tormenting her? Again, she tried to recall Grany Obert's comforting 
words, as Steve said: "What gets me is how you've managed to keep this 
zany affair so goddamned isolated newswise. I mean, man, this is front-
page, prime-time TV socko, eh?"

"Not as difficult as it sounds, Steve," Mark answered. "Crescent Valley 
has no newspaper of its own. We read the county-seat rag, and 
fortunately there's no little old ladies here who contribute the 
social-events to it, or undoubtedly the whole thing would've leaked out 
by this time. Like I told you on the phone, that's all we need ... a 
flood of news-hawks from the various mediums to drive the whole valley 
beserk ..."

"G-Good morning, all," Carol's voice interrupted with a rather 
uncertain greeting. She wore a tight little smile on her vivacious, 
ivory-skinned face, her hands shoved deeply into the patch-pockets of 
her red robe.

"Well, there she is," Steve allowed, smiling up at his dark haired, 
onyx-eyed young wife. "I thought it was odd that you weren't out here 
to catch the spicy tale of the lurid beast that stalks them thar hills 
out yonder! Better come over here gal and give yore devil-chasin' mate 
a kiss on the cheek."

Momentarily, Carol hesitated, but only because she still wasn't quite 
herself yet. From the moment she had awakened from a deep, exhaustive 
sleep, her mind had immediately filled with the incredibly obscene 
depravity she had played more than a passive role in only hours before. 
It had to be an insane, lurid dream, she had naturally concluded, a 
reactive tremor rippling over the smooth ivory-flesh of her nakedness, 
and then she had seen the sun-lighted opened window, abruptly raising 
her upright in bed. In itself, the opening was hardly a convincing 
factor ... but then she found the short strands of dog-hair on the 
bottom sheet ... and several more clinging to the intimate flesh of her 
inner thighs and on the skin of her stomach ...!

"Well, do I get my kiss or not, gal?" her husband's words jarred her 
back to the immediate scene.

"Of course," she said, pretending drowsiness as she scuffed toward 
where he sat, though she was vitally awake inside. She bent and kissed 
him, then lowered herself onto the leather-padded booth beside him, 
feigning a stifled yawn.

"Did you sleep well, Carol?" Jean asked, welcoming the presence of her 
friend and hoping to change the trend of the conversation. She set a 
saucer and cup before the raven-haired girl, filling it with steaming 
coffee.

"Like a log," the vivacious brunette answered, already vowed that she 
would say nothing of her midnight visitor. God, how could she ... even 
if she wanted to? After the way she had seduced him ... actually sucked 
his beautiful dog-cock? A tiny shiver of lewd delight at the memory 
caused her to visibly tremor, and Jean said:

"Are you cold, darling ...?"

"What ... cold ...? Oh ... no, no, not really," Carol answered with a 
light laugh, consciously drawing her robe tighter around her throat.

"It's probably this mountain air," Jean said, her smoke-blue eyes 
intently searching those of her closest friend. She had detected 
something in the brunette's moment of trembling, not the quiver of her 
lissome young body as much as the almost erotic expression that had 
briefly sparkled in her dark revealing eyes, familiarity registering 
within Jean at the recognition. She swallowed and forced a smile, 
watching the other look away, as if avoiding her discerning stare. M-My 
God ... was it possible ...?

"Well, tell me about your exploits, Darling?" Carol was saying to her 
husband, purposely shying from Jean's perceptive gaze. The way she had 
seemed to look right into her very soul for one brief instant! Damn, 
had she given herself away ...? "And toss me one of your cigarettes 
..."

"Not much to tell, Baby. Except for old Mark's insistence, I'd still 
have to call the whole story a lot of blarney. All we did was ride 
around town, and meet an ugly bastard named Link Morgan, who did 
nothing for my appetite," her husband replied, passing her a cigarette 
and lighting it.

"Speaking of appetites, how's breakfast coming, Jean?" Mark questioned 
his blonde-haired young wife who had returned to the stove. "I've got 
some things I have to do this morning."

"In a minute, honey," she answered, her back to him, and trying to keep 
this newly added tension from her voice. Her small, slender hands 
trembled as she broke the eggs into the frypan, her brain racing in a 
flusteration that bordered on rank jealousy. My God, she had to get a 
hold of herself! She was judging others by her own lurid acts ... yet, 
he could've come to her window as before ...!

Mark couldn't help but let his confused, tired eyes linger on the 
voluptuous rear view of Jean's loveliness that even her robe couldn't 
hide. Christ, he thought, that a goddanmed vicious dog could come 
between them was absolutely insane! But he couldn't rid himself of the 
mental picture of her kneeling down slavishly on all fours, bent before 
the wild canine bastard fucking her from behind, and she thrusting her 
beautiful, naked ass back at his fucking animal-cock! She'd sucked him 
though ... practically drawn the lining right out of his balls ... but 
would she have done it if that weird sonofabitch hadn't been lacing her 
out of her mind with his huge driving prick? Shit, he couldn't think 
straight; he was too frigging tired. He hadn't had a decent night's 
sleep in days ... ever since ...

"What about the girl who was raped?" Carol was asking Steve. "Didn't 
the doctor say that the sperm found inside her was definitely animal?"

"That's what Mark says. I haven't talked to him ... or to anyone 
really, only Morgan, the Chief of Police."

"Well, isn't she his niece?" Carol pursued, catching a sidelong glance 
of Jean at the stove and wondering if she'd quelled any questioning 
thoughts her close-friend might be entertaining. Of course, she could 
always concoct some sort of story to cover if Jean suspected something. 
Certainly, she'd never believe the truth even if she told it! Who would 
... a wild sixty-nine orgy with a dog ...!

"... She's his niece, and Doc Emory did confirm the animal sperm," Mark 
was saying in a near-aggravated voice. "There's no question about the 
authenticity of the animal, or the rape ... or any of the rest of it," 
he added, looking up at Jean as she spatuled fried eggs onto their 
plates. "Is there, Jean darling ...?"

Carol looked up to see her friend's eyes avoiding her handsome new 
husband's intent glare. Momentarily, they glanced at her, as if in 
sympathetic understanding. "No," Carol watched her mouth form the word. 
"No ... there's absolutely no doubt about any of it!"



Chapter 3


Mark welcomed the sanctity of his patrol car, the breakfast and hot 
coffee doing much to restore his energy. Damn, if he could just find it 
in his heart to forgive his young wife, Jean ... but Christ, he 
couldn't ... couldn't! He'd never forget the goddamned wanton 
expression on her beautiful face when that wild sonofabitch 
accomplished what he'd yet been unable to do! The vicious brute had 
stolen her away from him right then and there, though Mark knew she'd 
probably deny it to her dying day! There was only one way; he had to 
kill the raping bastard ... and even that wasn't going to make her 
forget him!

Irately, the uniformed deputy sheriff slammed the gears through their 
cycle, forcing his mind to concentrate on other immediate issues at 
hand. As much as he had his own personal problems, of which the wild-
dog pack was playing an unbelievable part, there were other local 
matters to be looked to, especially the area's drug trouble. The high-
school was seemingly saturated with it, and Link Morgan had done 
nothing concerning the three teenaged pushers Mark had picked up and 
turned over to the police chief. Though Mark tried never to draw 
obvious conclusions, Morgan's laxity in bringing the three before the 
county judge for indictment, plus his refusal to discuss the matter, 
underscored what he'd feared all along. He hated to believe it, but 
more and more it began to look as if Link was the supplier behind the 
young pushers, though to prove the matter might be next to impossible 
in Crescent Valley.

The police chief had the Newells on his side ... good old venomous 
Lydia and her father, and who would buck Aaron Newell ... even with him 
somewhere overseas. On top of that, Mark had already made an 
unaffordable enemy in the beautiful, auburn-haired whiplash of a 
daughter who had laid claim to him years back. But what else could he 
have done only spurn those big, lusty green-eyes? He'd come back to the 
valley from L.A. married and head-over-heels in love with Jean. His 
affair with Lydia, which had never been anything more than a lurid diet 
of sexual variety, was over! Hell, there'd never been any future in it 
from the beginning. There was no place for him in the wealthy Newell 
circle. It had always been his stud value, and he'd never tried to fool 
himself on that score. But Lydia didn't like her playthings taken from 
her, and she'd made that well known to him several days before. How had 
she so daintily put it ...? "You ... you sonofabitch ... goddamn you, 
Mark Blakely! I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have 
your nuts...!"

Mark's keen, but tired mind diligently worked as he drove, passing the 
high school and making the proper turns which the long, chestnut-haired 
Annie Purcell would take in her walk toward the granite-piled 
structure. He wasn't quite clear in his mind what value would come out 
of a chat with her, but she'd always been an amiable girl, talkative 
and eager, and she undoubtedly had at least been exposed to the pot-
traffic at school. Anyway, he had to start somewhere, and he'd promised 
Steve that he'd try to get him an interview with her.

His mind was again reverting to chafingly jealous thoughts of Jean and 
Caesar when he saw the attractive brown-eyed teenager a half-block from 
her Uncle's house on Cypress street, the warm curves to her shapely 
young legs first catching his eye, then the miniskirt and white 
pullover she wore. Drawing closer, he realized that she was obviously 
braless ... the new revolutionary thing ... her full, youthful breasts 
doing an arousing sashay to her every bouncing step. Christ, school had 
changed since his day. He swallowed, wondering if maybe he shouldn't 
wait ...

She saw him and waved. Mark smiled back, responsively easing the 
Sheriff's car to the curb and stopping, making no motions toward her, 
yet she swerved from the sidewalk to come and talk with him.

"Hi, Mark.. . I-I mean Mr. Blakely ... going toward school?" she 
greeted and asked in one breath, her young white teeth glistening with 
her smile.

"Y-Yes ... as a matter of fact, I am," he stammered, her accidental use 
of his first name surprising him. In the past, it had always been Mr. 
Blakely. "Come on, I'll drive you ... I wanted to talk to you anyway," 
he added with a little smile of his own. "Ooohhh ...?" he heard her 
pleasant girlish voice questioningly fade as she unhesitantly circled 
the car, that too astonishing him. They had never been that close, 
though his uniform would probably reassure her. He opened the door for 
her and she climbed in, making none of the usual demure efforts toward 
covering her youthfully rounded thighs with the brevity of her mini-
skirt. "It's not very often that I get picked up by the handsomest man 
in town," she said with a light, flirtish air, the pleasing scent of 
fragrant soap reaching him.

Mark uncontrollably grinned as he glided the automobile back into 
motion, her less than naive coquettishness giving him another start 
that he hadn't been prepared for. He'd naturally had some experience 
with these teenaged girls in the course of his official capacity, but 
he doubted that he'd ever quite get with their casual disregard for the 
teasingly provocative sexiness they exuded. It was difficult to believe 
they were unaware of their ripened young charms, though he'd never 
thought of Annie along those lines, and it suddenly occurred to him 
that he was either getting old, or blind ... or was it that she'd 
abruptly grown up when he wasn't looking ...?

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" Annie 
questioned, purposely twisting in the seat so that she faced him, her 
young sheeningly encased legs nearly touching at the knees, her fully 
rounded thighs knowingly revealed to him. She saw his handsome, 
greyish-eyes magnetically rake over them, and a little'quiver of 
excitement fluttered through her.

"I ah ... I have a friend here ... a writer who'd like to interview 
you, Annie," he clumsily managed, gluing his eyes to the street ahead 
with the sight of her curvaceous young thighs mentally branded in his 
mind. Christ...! "Name's Steve Foster and he writes for a national 
magazine ...!"

"About the dog ... Caesar ... that night?" she quickly responded, her 
teenaged, dark eyes innocently absorbing him. "Is that what he wants to 
know about?"

Mark again swallowed, this time more tightly. "Ah ... yes, he wants to 
do an article on the wild-pack, Annie ... but that isn't what I wanted 
to talk to you about ... though I'd welcome anything you have to add to 
that night ..."

"Oh, there's nothing more. I've told everything. He did it ... you 
know... screwed me, that's all," Annie replied with an outward naivete, 
her choice of lewd words causing the flesh of his balls to creep! "Well 
... nearly all ... That is, there's one thing that I haven't told 
anyone, Mr. Blakely, but ... but I know I can tell you."

He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Wh-What's that, 
Annie?" he managed, not daring to look her way and be webbed by those 
luscious young thighs again.

"Well ... at first I tried to fight him," she said, speaking in a 
childishly soft, sultry voice that he could never know she had 
painstakingly rehearsed before a mirror. But then, she excitedly 
thought, there had been many things that had happened to her since 
Caesar, hadn't there? And Uncle Link had introduced her to them all ... 
or nearly all ... "At first I did ... until I realized that it was no 
use, and then ... then, I gave up! I-I let him do it ... even helped by 
pushing myself back at him! D-Does that make me sound like some sort of 
d-depraved girl, myself? I-I mean ... the way some people look at me 
..."

Christ almighty, Mark thought, driving right past the high school 
toward the Ranch Road; he was getting a gnawing hard-on at the sound of 
her voice and the lewd story she was telling him. He couldn't help but 
think of his own wife, Jean, naked and kneeling before the huge german 
shepherd, and the brute's thrusting cock driving her right out of her 
skull! Shit, could this inexperienced teenaged girl be expected to do 
less?

"Listen," he hoarsely rasped, forcing the unwanted memories of his 
young wife and the mounted dog ramming his feral animal-cock up between 
the smooth grinding cheeks of her naked buttocks from his mind! 
"Listen, there's no one in this town who can look down on you, Annie! 
You put that right in the forefront of your mind, eh? Try to understand 
that these are uneducated, almost ignorant folk who don't know any 
better. They're not really to blame ... anymore than you were for what 
happened!"

"I-I've tried that, Mr. Blakely," she softly replied, gazing downward 
toward her candidly exhibited legs in an accomplished gesture, fiery 
sensations already tingling hotly through her at the sudden realization 
of their being out on the Ranch Road and well passed the school! It ... 
it could happen ... if she were clever enough! But God ... did she 
dare? Mark Blakely ... wow, he was so handsome ...! "Honest ... I've 
tried ... even thought of them not knowing any better ... ignorant, as 
you say, but ..." she looked up at him, her flashing dark eyes rounded 
in question, "but even uneducated people know about fucking, don't they 
...?"

She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs, 
Mark headily reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, 
his swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front! 
Goddamn, what was he doing out here in the hills with her, anyway? He'd 
momentarily lost his head, that was what! The fresh young feminine 
fragrance of her, and her wide-eyed innocent use of lurid words, say 
nothing of the way she was displaying her thighs all the way up to her 
panties to him, had lustfully set his blood-thumping cock into doing 
his thinking for him! Shit, he must be growing more senile than old 
Granny Obert ... and he was in a thing over Jean's orgy with Caesar? 
What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but statutory rape! Goddamn 
... he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly 
hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenaged thighs 
...!

"Well, don't they Mr. Blakely?" she persisted.

"Y-Yeah ... sure, Annie ... of course they know," he stammered, tearing 
his eyes from between her youthfully firm legs and beginning to look 
for a place to turn around. He had to get hold of himself! His 
resistance was at low-ebb from lack of sleep. His brain was grogged and 
his angered, slowly stiffening prick was lecherously attempting to make 
his decisions for him! Was that the way it'd been with Jeannie the 
first time ...? Christ, the narrow wisp of satiny whiteness caressing 
the fleshy swell between her rounded, full, young thighs was searingly 
imprinted in his roused brain! "D-Don't worry, it'll all work out for 
you, Honey ..."

Honey! He'd called her Honey ... and there was no doubt about that 
swelling in his pantleg and the way it'd jerked when she'd used the 
word, fucking! God, it looked as big, or bigger than Uncle Link's! Not 
that it mattered how big it was! She knew she'd love it inside her if 
it were no larger than her little finger! Mark Blakely ...! He was so 
handsome ... and her pussy was getting so tingly wet! How ... how was 
she going to manage it ...? She said: "Wh-What was it you wanted to 
talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" I'd tell you anything ... anything!"

Holy Christ, there wasn't any question, Mark's nearly exhausted 
intelligence screamed! She, this devilish little teenage pricktease, 
was laying it on the line before him! He couldn't help but think of 
Lydia Newell's flagrant lust that had been his real indoctrination! 
Damn, was Annie blindly gearing toward being another Lydia? He tried to 
think of his wife, Jeannie, anything that would restore a measure of 
needed reason, but the mere thought of his voluptuous, blonde bride 
brought Caesar into the mental picture, coupled to her with his huge, 
imbedded animal-cock, and a vengeful rage boiled inside him!

"W-What do you know about the pot in school?" he threw at her, almost 
hoping that she would get angry and bring the whole trouble-heading 
scene to an end right there.

"What do you want to know?" the teenager questioned, inching closer to 
him along the seat.

"The pushers... who are they?" Mark snapped.

"Leo Vincent, Corky and Billy White ... but they haven't been to school 
in a few days," she quickly answered. "No one's seen them ... like as 
if they disappeared."

Mark licked at his thin lips. They were the three he had picked up and 
turned over to Link Morgan. "Has the traffic died down?"

"It's dead, Mr. Blakely. You can't buy a joint at school right now," 
she answered, slowly slipping her arm around the back-rim of his seat 
as she slithered tightly against him.

"Who's the source ... do you know?" he managed, sensing the warm weight 
of her arm behind him and the delicate play of her fingers at the back 
of his neck. Jesus Christ, he'd been so right ... so right! She was 
offering all that ripe, youthful loveliness to him to fuck right now if 
he wanted it!

Annie swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum. She knew ... yes, 
she knew ... and she'd barter the information for his making love to 
her if it were necessary! But ... but Uncle Link would kill her if he 
ever found out! He would ... he'd kill her for even thinking of taking 
her panties off for his enemy, Mark Blakely! It wasn't the same as 
before she'd begun to incestuously sleep with him; she hardly had any 
privacy or secrets anymore. He made her suck him every night before he 
ate her pussy and fucked her, and he never forgot to tell her that he'd 
skin her alive if she made a mistake ...!

"l-I can't tell you that, Mark!" she hoarsely exclaimed. "Please... 
please don't ask me! J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Blakely please? I-It 
isn't easy being me right now ... little Annie Purcell ... the sweet 
young girl that, that dog, Caesar, raped ... with everyone in the 
Valley looking down at me ..."

Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her self-
pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he 
could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly 
impulsive statement: "Damnit, I told you about these ignorant yokels! 
What do you think they'd say if they knew that goddamned wild brute had 
fucked my wife ... and more than once, too?"

Annie gaped at his tormented, handsome profile. "Y-You're kidding ... 
you're kidding me ... Mr. Blakely!" she tremored; his own use of the 
wild-word hotly inciting her.

"I wish to hell I were!" he choked, swinging into the mouth of a dirt 
lane that led to a deserted quarry and coming to a skidding halt. He 
rammed the gears into reverse, then turned to gape at inch-distance 
into the attractive young face crowding his. "I sure wish to hell I 
were, Annie ... but I'm not! It's true, and everytime I think of it I'm 
ready to flip!"

"Wait ... don't back up!" the long-haired teenager pleaded in a throaty 
whisper. "Please, Mr. Blakely ... don't back up ... Keep going ... 
drive up into the quarry ..." she hissingly pleaded, her sweet young 
breath hot against his cheek. And then he felt her other small hand's 
electrifying contact with the tensed muscle of his thigh, beginning to 
caress warmly as it moved with pointed intention toward the jerking rod 
of hardness straining at his pants front! "Maybe I can make you feel 
better ... ease the ache inside you, ... at least ... draw the fire out 
of this for you ...!"

"Christ!" he lurchingly swore to the hot, encircling pressure of her 
small palm and fingers suddenly grasping the thickened hardness of his 
throbbing cock inside his pants. "D-Do you know what you're saying ... 
doing, Annie?" he rasped at her, his fired brain spinning like the 
vanes on a windmill, while her delicate young hand began to knowingly 
trace the outline of his long rigid prick with unbelievably skilled 
fingers!

"Yes ... yes, of course I know, Mr. Blakely! Can't you tell by my hand 
on your cock ...?" she lewdly whispered, then possessively clutched it 
as she pressed forward, crushing the resilient young flesh of one full, 
bra-less breast against his tensed arm and kissed his cheek with warm, 
wet lips. "Please, Mr. Blakely ... please? Do it to me ... I want you 
to! Fuck me ... do anything you want to me ... just let me make you 
happy ...!"

He couldn't have moved at that moment had he wanted to! Her lithe, 
young body hotly pressed against him, her yielding, teenaged breast 
searing the muscled-flesh of his arm right through his shirt-sleeve, 
but it was her youthful little hand caressing his throbbing cock that 
was tearing him up inside! Her lustful plea with its lewd words 
screamed in his tired skull and he knew he was rapidly losing any 
resistance to her that he might have had! Still, he made one last 
effort ...

"Damnit, Annie ... I can't! You're just a ... a child ... a little girl 
for Christ's sake ...!"

"Oh God!" the chestnut-haired teenager gasped, suddenly grasping his 
big hand in the small one that had been eagerly stroking his thickly 
pulsating hardness. She'd never accept no for an answer now! She was so 
hot and wet between her legs! Excitedly, she guided his strong hand to 
the naked smooth flesh beneath her sweater, until the tiny hardened 
nipple of one full rounded young breast was pressing into its palm! 
Then she sensually whispered: "Does that feel like a little girl's tit 
to you, Mr. Blakely?"

"Christ!" he choked, stalling the car as he twisted in the seat to pull 
her tightly against him, his mouth finding her lushly opened young lips 
and his tongue thrusting hotly between them! Shit, he was lost! He was 
going to fuck her if it meant twenty-years in prison! He couldn't help 
himself, he knew as he squeezed and kneaded the firmly overflowing 
flesh of her warm, teenaged breast in his lecherously working hand! But 
goddamn, he better get off this well-traveled road before someone came 
along and saw them ...!"

*   *   *

Someone had already seen them, but Mark Blakely had no way of knowing 
that.

Lydia Newell sat beautifully astride the big bay, enjoying her morning 
ride as she skirted the perimeter of the A and B's vast south range 
following the canyon-rim trail that afforded a panoramic view of the 
entire valley. She saw his patrol car, recognizing it from its black 
and white markings.

A sensation of excitement rippled through her, quickly followed by 
another of dismay at the thought of the distance separating them. By 
horse-trail, he was at least six-miles off ... unless he doubled back 
along the old range-road! If he did, she could easily intercept him 
near the creek ... and that could prove damned interesting. She might 
even forgive him for his bastardly trick the other day of just cumming 
in her mouth and leaving her unsatisfied down between her legs, 
providing he was properly sorry and took good care of her today. God 
knows, she could certainly stand a goodly piece of her ex-lover's 
viriley-hardened cock this morning ... or any morning for that matter!

She reined the bay to a halt and pulled field-glasses from the saddle-
bag she always carried. And then a further feeling of disappointment 
gnawed at her belly as she saw his patrol car turn into the entranceway 
of the old quarry road and stop. He was turning around ... Damn him 
...!

The stately, auburn-haired girl fixed the glasses to her eyes and 
adjusted them. She could make-out Mark inside, but not too distinctly. 
Damn! He wasn't alone ... there was a girl with him! Frantically, she 
adjusted and re-adjusted the glasses, but as powerful as they were, she 
couldn't identify the girl's features ... only that the two of them 
were suddenly embracing, and she didn't have Jean Blakely's honey-
blonde hair!

The sonofabitch! The car was moving, but not turning around! He was 
heading toward the old quarry, another mile on top of the half-dozen 
that separated them! Damn him ... goddamn her, whoever she was ... and 
little Lydia was going to find that out, even if she had to watch for 
them coming back ...!

*   *   *

Mark had given up all effort toward fighting the lecherous drive eating 
heatedly at his churning loins. He found a parking place between the 
excavated pit-wall and dilapitated stone-crusher, backing into it, 
quickly cutting the car's engine then grasping and pulling Annie to 
him. She whimpered as he ran his hungry hand beneath her sweater, hotly 
clutching at the resilient young flesh of her naked breasts, his open 
mouth glued to hers, their wet, simmering tongues darting and lashing 
in mounting sexual fervency.

"Oh Christ, Annie ... this is wrong ... crazy!" he hissed, holding her 
tightly to him while his big hand continued to the swollen warm flesh 
of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny, hardened buds of 
their marble-like nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and 
rolling them again and again to make her gasp into his mouth as he 
wetly tongue-fucked into it. Then, panting like the satyr he felt he 
was, he raised his head and gaped down into her enticing young face. 
"But I don't give a goddamn ... not if you don't, Honey! If my wife can 
let a dog fuck her, then I can fuck you can't I ...?"

"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Blakely darling!" the teenager passionately moaned, 
clinging tightly to him. "You can do anything you want to me ... or 
tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you ... let it 
cum all up in my mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, Lover! 
Anything, Mark ... only don't make me wait any longer! Let's ... let's 
get naked ... I want to see your cock!"

In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember 
ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching 
the voluptuous teenaged girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater 
from her lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, 
white young breasts in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen 
cock to jerk achingly in his pants. Their tiny, cherry-like nipples 
were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds of silk-smooth flesh quivered 
and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied stripping away of her 
clothing.

He watched the tiny skirt disappear, then her panty-hose, and finally 
the wispy nylon bikini panties that unveiled the sparsely growing curls 
of her young teenage pussy-lips, the most lust-enticing sight he could 
ever remember gaping at. She started to move toward him, her dark young 
eyes hungrily fastened on his towering, rock-hard cock, but he held out 
his hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against 
the soft give of her full, sensuously formed breast.

"I want to hold it, kiss it ... suck it, Mr. Blakely!" the naked young 
girl hotly whimpered as he pressed her backward until she was lying 
back against the corner of the back of the seat and the door, one foot 
up on the cushion, the other on the floor. Her curvaceous, smooth young 
legs were lewdly spread open to him, the whiteness of her full, rounded 
thighs and belly contrasted by the dark silken curls of her sparsely 
curling pubic hair! He could readily see the thin pink crevice her 
blood-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, his aching cock 
responsively jerking upward with an almost painful series of throbs at 
the lust-whetting sight!

Go on, Jean, fuck your cheatin' little cunt back at the sonofabitch! If 
that's what you want, fuck your ass back at him 'till you whelp like a 
bitch! he insanely balanced. And this is what I'll do ...

"Oh ... oh Mr. Blakely, lover!" Annie moaned, clutching at his head as 
he lurched forward between her widespread, warmly trembling young 
thighs, feeling his lifting of her legs and drawing them back for him 
to give him the greater access to her naked cunt that she knew he 
wanted. She stroked at his tousled hair, sensing his hands wedging 
beneath the rounded moons of her taut young buttocks and drawing her 
further down the seat, his handsome face suddenly nuzzling into the 
wet, fire-filled intimacy of her eager loins!

Christ! The sweet, fresh youthful aroma of it alone was enough to make 
him cum, Mark inwardly reasoned, staring lecherously at the bewitching 
spectacle of her snugly clenching little cuntal lips and the lustrous 
dark curl of thinly sprouting pubic hair encircling it! He moved 
closer, thrust out his tongue and drew it slipperily from the base of 
her tightly clasping pussy-slit up to the very tip of her excitedly 
jerking clitoris, spreading open the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a 
burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the intricate, naked flesh of her 
sensitive inner-secrets with satyrical aggressiveness.

"Oh ... ooohhhhhhh God!" Annie groaned sensually, her whole youthfully 
excited body nakedly trembling beneath his erotically flicking tongue. 
"Darling! Ooohhh ... you're wonderful! Yess . . do it! Eat my cunt, Mr. 
Blakely! Ooohhh ... I want to suck your cock while you lick me there 
... swallow your cum ... please ... please turn around for me ...!"

Her unbelievable, wanton plea scraped and lashed at his lust-governed 
brain, and as much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her 
teenaged throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several more times 
through the hot, wet deliciousness of her hungrily clenching young 
cunt, then raised up over her, crawling intentionally forward. "Another 
time, Baby ... not today! I'm going to fuck you ... so reach down 
between your legs and put it where it belongs! Mr. Blakely's going to 
fuck you now, Annie!"

"Ooohhh ... yesss ... all right, darling, whatever you say!" the 
whimpering teenager passionately moaned. "Fuck me, Mr. Blakely, darling 
... fuck me good!" she hissed, grasping the length of his probing cock 
down between them and seating it's swollen head at the tiny pulsating 
lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do it ... do it, Mark! Fuck 
me 'till I scream ... please!"

*   *   *

The bay was tiring. She'd pushed the beast too far, especially on an 
uncertain, downhill trail. She should have ridden the sorrel, he was a 
much surer-footed animal on this type of terrain. But then, she hadn't 
expected to catch her ex-lover in a clandestine encounter, had she? The 
sonofabitch! The way he'd walked away from her after she'd sucked him 
off! Professing deep love for that simple-headed, little blonde haired 
wife of his! And here he was out in the hills with some other cunt! 
Damn her soul! Who could it be? She had to know ... because no one took 
a girl into the old quarry like he had, unless he was going to fuck 
her! Oh, the pretentious bastard! He was going to pay for this, and so 
was his blonde little lovely bride, but she had to know who the girl 
with him was ... had to!

"Goddamn you, Dante, move ... move!" Lydia snapped, gouging her spurs 
into the big animal's flanks and causing it to buckingly react. "Move, 
you sonofabitch!" she spat, viciously yanking the reins as they moved 
down the slope. "I want to see the face of that bitch with him ...!"

*   *   *

Mark had no more than wormed his long, thick length of hardened cock-
flesh into the tight wet sleeve of her hotly clutching pussy-channel 
when the curvaceous teenager began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath 
him, obscenely thrusting her smooth rounded young hips and buttocks up 
at his impaling cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-
filled whimpers and gasping little cries! "Oh God ... oh God ... oh 
God!" she moaned, heaving her young delectable loins in an immediate 
fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering into her tightly clinging 
cunt. "Oh Darling, it's so big ... it fills my hot little hole right up 
to my belly! Aaahhhh ... give it to me ... Mr. Blakely! Fuck me hard 
with it! Yesss ... like that ... ooohhh, I want to see ...! I want to 
see ...!"

Shit, he was going to go right out of his goddamned head! The flaming 
velvety flesh of her childish vagina was wetly grasping and nursing his 
aching hardness like a gripping butter-coated hand, the frenzy of their 
fucking filling the car with flat fleshy slapping sounds! From the very 
first stroke, he felt his sperm-coated balls thudding hard down against 
her tiny, puckered anus as they wedged between the ovaled white moons 
of her wide-spread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself to allow her the lewd 
view she wanted, his eyes fixing on her firm, teenaged breasts that 
were quivering like some delicious, white gelatinous substance with his 
every jarring fuck up into her! She raised her head and gaped down 
between them as did he, the sight of his long, thick cock moistly 
vanishing inside the wide stretched, curl-ringed mouth of her young 
pink cunt causing her to gasp out in sensual desire!

"Oh ... oohhh ... I'm going to cum, Mr. Blakely! Yesss ... 
cummmmiinnngg ...!" she wailed, wrapping her smooth, naked legs around 
his back and spiraling her quivering young cuntal muscles up onto his 
charging cock like an acrobat shinnying a pole!

Wildly, she fucked and squealed beneath him, her voluptuous young-girl 
body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding, 
naked flesh clinging as if she were welded to him! Chrisi, he couldn't 
stop now! He hoped she'd understand ... not go into some up-tight fit 
because she'd cum ... and then she half-screamed:

"Oh ... ooohhh ... sweet fucker ... I'm cuummniiinnggg agaaiinnn ...!"

Mark felt her long, young nails gouging the hard flesh of his arms, 
shoulders and ribs as she trembled and spasihed around the length of 
his aching, buried cock plunging into the receptive, wet hole between 
her wide-spread, teenaged legs! Once more, she let out a banshee-like 
cry and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, she was a real 
nympho! No doubt about it, he thought wildly! The luscious little bitch 
was a nympho ...! Go ahead, Jeannie, get fucked by your goddamned 
Caesar ... or any other dog you take a notion to! I'll take this little 
wanton nympho to even the score! Go ahead... go ahead ...!

Lustfully, he looked down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see 
the hot, pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to 
the moistly glistening hardness of his pistoning cock when he fucked 
back out of her! Christ, it was like pink, delicately spun sugar-candy 
sucking hungrily at his heavily veined shaft of long, thick rigidity, 
the silken, hair-fringed mouth of her youthful little pussy-hole 
feverishly clenching it and holding it deep up inside her! Like the 
lecher he knew that he was, Mark fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid 
delicacy of her young, tender belly eagerly swallowing the turgid head 
of his pulsing cock! She whimpered, but never pulled away from him even 
a fraction as he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes 
into her lasciviously upthrusted, young cunt!

"Oh God, Mr. Blakely ... darling ... lover ... we'll do this again, 
won't we?" Annie whimpered. "Again and again? Ooohhh ... you fuck into 
me so wonderful! I love you! Oooohhh . . I've got to suck it ... taste 
your cum, Darling! Oooohhhh Godddd, I'm going to again ... yesss ... 
nowwwww!"

Insanely, she clung to him, her curvaceous teenaged legs locked tightly 
with her ankles up over his back, her youthful loins smacking fleshily 
up against his as she undulated wildly her smoothly grinding hips and 
buttocks, making her cuntal-channel wetly massage his burning hard cock 
in a lewd, salacious churning act that caused his cum-filled balls to 
signal the end!

"Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ! I ... I'm going toooo ...!"

Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her small 
hands pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were 
fighting him!

"No! No, God ... not this way! Please ...?" she pleaded, her youthful 
strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked 
young cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the 
soft give of the car seat! "Crawl up over me, Mr. Blakely! I want it in 
my mouth! Shoot it in my mouth, Darling! I want to suck it ... swallow 
it ... please ...?"

Mark didn't struggle, but let her manipulate him above her until he was 
practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her young resilient 
tits, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated vat of his 
balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his 
jerking cock back into her anyplace! Almost frenziedly, she grasped its 
thick, moistened base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it 
would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled lips up over the swollen, 
purplish head that was still glistening wetly from her cuntal 
secretions! Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion 
arose in her throat, vibrating the length of his long, impatiently 
jerking hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it! She 
cupped his jism-filled balls in her small, hot hands, gently levering 
them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head 
movement, making him wildly understand what she wanted!

"Oh shit!" Mark choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck 
in and out of the hot, moist shelter of her hungrily enveloping young 
mouth! "Suck it, you luscious little cunt! Suck it ... suck it hard ... 
and any second now ... it's going to fill that soft warm belly of yours 
with a big flood of cum ...!"

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Annie passionately moaned in her obscenely 
positioned nakedness, eagerly massaging and milking his heavy sperm-
bloated balls with her youthfully clutching hands as she tried to work 
his thickly pistoning cock further and further into her voraciously 
sucking mouth and throat!

And then, it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her 
swollen young breasts with his lewdly churning ass-cheeks, and watching 
the pink inner-flesh of her lushly ovalled lips clinging hotly to his 
moving cock when he withdrew it from her mouth in the backstroke. Then 
suddenly, in the midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger 
tenderly slipping up into his rectum all the way to the palm of her 
hand! "Oh Christ!" he gasped and swore when she began to expertly 
rotate it around inside and massage the sensitive, rubbery depth 
"Ooooohh ... that did it, Baby ... I'm cummmmniiinnggg ...! Suck it 
hard you cocksucking little bitch!"

Mark writhed his hips furiously, watching her pretty young cock-
contorted face, the lips sucking slavishly, his cock hardening ever 
greater with the presence of the needle-like stream of white hot sperm 
rushing the full length of it!

It burst as the young girl beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing 
obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent 
tasting cum, flooding deep into her impatiently waiting mouth and 
throat! She felt her cheeks ballooning and contracting almost to the 
bursting point as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her 
thinly stretched lips tightly around his spasming hardness and sucking 
furiously, while his massive resevoir of wetly gushing cum continued to 
squirt down into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pulling 
her face harder up onto his wildly spewing prick!

The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it would be, 
and at the first hot pungent taste of his love-juice her own climax had 
been triggered again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body 
contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last 
time through her insatiably jerking loins and belly! And then, his 
wonderful cock began to grow limp in her still hungrily sucking little 
mouth, until gradually there remained nothing but near exhaustion and 
wonder between them.

Breathing heavily, Mark climbed off of her obscenely sprawled young 
nakedness, the sight of her lush teenaged lips and chin glistening with 
the warm, wet whiteness of his sperm sending a contemptible wave of 
self-loathing surging through him for what he had done to the young 
high school girl. But to Annie, who was slowly raising herself up in 
the seat, her young eyes lovingly fixed on the naked, handsome lover 
beside her, there was only wonder ... if and how soon could she make it 
happen with Mr. Blakely again ...!



Chapter 4


In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Lydia Newell wasted no time in 
reaching the Crescent Valley Police Chief by telephone. Nor did she 
mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what 
she thought of his "little whore niece!"

"What the hell, Lydia, I-I can't believe it!" Link Morgan stammered in 
immediate jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in 
his grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-
bottle he'd been nursing, while lecherously contemplating the tightly 
rounded, naked young ass of his dead sister's daughter whom he'd so 
patiently been schooling in the sinful skills of incestuous sex. The 
jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the 
irritation in his voice quickly faded when Aaron Newell's fire-eating 
daughter bitterly unloaded on him! Goddamn, he couldn't believe it ... 
Annie and Mark Blakely ...? The little two-timing hot-box.

"Y-You're sure, girl ... I mean ...?"

"Don't show your stupidity, Morgan! I don't make mistakes! You ought to 
know that!" she gnashed into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk 
the receiver away. "I saw when they went in, then left the old quarry 
... and I doubt like hell that they were hunting for fossils! But 
that's neither here nor there! You listening ...?"

"Y-Yeah, sure, Lydia! I'm hearing every word!" the red-faced police 
officer obediently replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the 
thoughts of what he would do to the unthankful little cunt for this! 
And Blakely, the sonofabitch, he'd hang him in the bargain ...!

"I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the 
auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered. "We're doing this my way, just 
as we planned! Understand?"

"Right, right ... your way, Lydia," Morgan quickly agreed, though his 
own vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten. "Just name the time ..."

"Tonight, if I can inveigle Jean Blakely out here to the ranch ... and 
unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her 
words reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to 
verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Blakely's balls 
tacked right up over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?"

"Right ... I know! You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a half-
drunken, private viciousness of his own.

"I better be able to! Get the camera equipment ready, and don't forget 
... the acid, eh?" she schemingly reminded. "We'll catch the whole 
scene on film, then select after ... but remember, keep my face out of 
it, Buster! Do what ever you want with the rest of me."

"Right," Link said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. 
"Don't worry, Honey, they'll be pictorial gems ..."

"Okay, okay ... I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous 
brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you 
and verify that it's on ... and don't come out here staven drunk," the 
valley's richest and most powerful bachelorette warned. "Or I might 
just have two pair of balls hanging over my bed...!"

*   *   *

Steve was up for lunch, then away on his quest for story material, 
leaving Jean and Carol to rattle uneasily around the small house. Both 
girls sensed the unwanted strain between them, but neither could put a 
finger on the actual crux of the other's reasoning. While Mark, who had 
come home shortly before noon in a miserable, untalkative mood, slept 
in the guest-room, the once inseparable girls attempted to patiently 
overcome the secretive barrier which had pitted them against one 
another. Though they both unwittingly shared the identical, sensuous 
desire for Caesar's animal-affections, neither could openly admit to it 
for what each felt were obvious, debasing reasons. Instead, they drank 
coffee, warmly fumbling through memories and people from times passed, 
while their young female brains privily filled at every chance with 
thoughts and reveries of their incredible dog-lover.

Once, Jean in her flusterated jealousy, had been sorely tempted to come 
right out with it! She just had to know if her wild darling had come 
looking for her last night! But just as she was about to broach the 
question, the telephone intervened, and Carol, dreadingly suspecting a 
prying interrogation from her dearest friend, had welcomed the 
interruption with a sigh of relief. In fact, while Jean talked, the 
raven-haired girl had risen from the couch and poured herself a cognac 
from the cocktail table ...

"I ... I don't know what you mean," Jean was saying into the phone, her 
apparently troubled words reaching Carol as she recapped the bottle, 
then tugged the hem of her sweater down over her slacks. There was a 
tightness in Jean's voice that her friend readily recognized, the 
latter returning to the davenport as she listened intently, yet really 
not meaning to eavesdrop ...

"... About Mark, you say ...? What about him, Miss Newell ...? All 
right, then Lydia, but we've never met ... I see ... Yes, it's quite 
obvious what you're implying, but I don't think I'm inter ... You're 
not being very nice! ... Yes, yes, she's the Chief of Police's niece 
... I don't believe it! ... This ... this morning ...? ... That doesn't 
mean that they ...! ... Well ... what time? ... The A and B on the 
Ranch Road, isn't it? ... All right ... what time, again? Eight ... Yes 
... I promise, I won't tell a soul ... but you better be damned well 
right, Miss Newell ...!"

Carol sipped at her cognac. Something was definitely not right, and it 
certainly had to do with Mark. The expression on Jean's face as she 
recradled the telephone would have portrayed that had she not overheard 
the one-sided conversation. Ordinarily, Carol thought, she could and 
would put forth the questioning probe; they had always been that close. 
But after the thing both of them had been carefully weathering all 
morning, how could she?

Jean returned to the couch forcing a strained, pinched smile. "Lord, 
I'm sorry, Carol, but I have an overlooked engagement this evening. 
These small towns," she managed, nervously picking up her coffee-cup. 
"If it isn't a school thing, the local Woman's Club manages to get some 
fund raising program going, and of course because of Mark's position, 
I'm always expected to attend."

"I understand, Dear," Carol sympathised. "I just poured myself a 
cognac. Would you like one?"

"Yes ... yes, I think I need something," Jean replied, her mind filled 
with Lydia Newell's shocking conversation, though she didn't believe a 
word of the girl's accusation concerning Mark and Annie Purcell that 
very morning! But what else had she meant by "choice information 
relative to your husband"? God, the wealthy girl's spiteful tone had 
actually unnerved her!

That Mark had undoubtedly had some sort of love-life before their hasty 
courtship and marriage came as no surprise to Jean, and it may well 
have been with Lydia Newell ... but little, teenaged Annie Purcell ...? 
She couldn't believe that ...

"Wh-What ...? I'm sorry Carol, I wasn't listening," the young blonde 
wife startledly responded. "What did you say ...?"

"I asked if you'd like some water with this cognac, Honey?"

"No ... no thank you ... I'll pour it into my coffee," Jean said, 
leaning forward and offering a smile. "Coffee royale ... I love them, 
don't you?"

Slowly, Carol re-approached the couch, then lowered herself, adding the 
cognac to Jean's coffee. "Maybe ... maybe, you'd like me to go along 
with you tonight, Honey ... you know, so that you can get away early 
..."

"No! No ... That is, it's one of those personal invitation affairs, 
Carol," Jean, with her forced little smile, advised. "I'm terribly 
sorry to walk off on you like this, but I don't know what else I can 
do, Darling ..."

"I understand, Jean. Don't worry about Steve and me. We'll be here when 
you get back," Carol assured, patting her friend's hand. "Just ... just 
don't be too long."

"Oh, I won't ... I won't ..."



Chapter 5


Jean could cry. Mark had left the house without a word to her. She'd 
wanted so much to discuss Lydia Newell's phone conversation with him, 
and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning 
Annie Purcell that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious 
intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such 
vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity ... but 
not even a word! She'd never seen him so close-mouthed, so guiltily 
ignoring her!

The lovely, honey-blonde young wife could hardly believe it when he'd 
slammed the bedroom door between them, his heavy footfalls pounding 
along the hallway until the outside house-door closed and his patrol 
car started up! Dear God, what would Carol and Steve think ...? And 
then she remembered that she didn't have to worry about them, they'd 
gone out for dinner.

Well, she could be thankful for that, at least. The unexplainable shame 
of their strained marriage after only two-months would be unbearable! 
At first, she'd felt certain that his embittered attitude had been 
because of her uncontrollable, wanton orgy with Caesar, but after 
listening to Lydia Newell and the way he had stormed out on her, she 
was no longer so sure. Even so, and regardless of what he'd done, 
didn't he realize that she would forgive him? God, she loved him so 
much ... but ... but she loved her Caesar, too ...!

Confused and nearly in tears, Jean dressed. She hardly knew what Lydia 
Newell expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner 
or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go 
... had to know more no matter how horrible it would be ... and she 
dressed accordingly, the striking Lydia Newell's emphatic statement 
constantly repeating itself in her mind: "It's time you learned a few 
things about your handsome husband, Jean darling... and don't tell a 
soul that you're coming here ...!"

What else could she do but agree? Nor had she broken her word. Though 
she couldn't quite understand the insistence for such sworn secrecy, 
Lydia's emphasis of it had, and was, almost clamily intriguing her. 
What more could the wealthy girl add to what she'd already implied that 
demanded such a furtive meeting? God ... had she made some horrible 
mistake in marrying Mark ... and even if she had, what could she do? 
She loved him so much... so much ...!

*   *   *

After she'd securely concealed Link Morgan in his strategic spot in her 
bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing 
little sugar-cube on the serving tray, Lydia Newell entered the 
luxuriously furnished front-room of their ranch house with an almost 
evil, lust-tugging smile playing about her sensual mouth. It had 
occurred to her that Jean Blakely did ... actually did! The voluptuous 
blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate at college ... 
resembled her to a striking T! And what erotic hours they had spent 
together! Of course, Ann had been made-to-order lesbian material from 
her parental situation, but who was to say this gorgeous creature was 
any different? God, wouldn't that be an unexpected pleasure though! 
Actually, the tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether 
she knowingly, or unknowingly, acknowledged them; the acid, with proper 
suggestiveness, would quickly bring them to the surface! Damn, it'd 
been a long time since she'd enjoyed those intoxicating games, hadn't 
it? The idea was more than slightly invigorating, especially with it 
producing all the desired results she vindictively sought. One way or 
the other, she was going to have her "pound of flesh" this night!

The curvaceously shaped, auburn-haired girl in her braless, slack 
ensemble, was in the act of mixing herself a drink when the front bell 
rang. She smiled, placing the ice-cube filled glass onto the small bar 
and walked toward the door, enjoyably performing the task of the 
servants she had dismissed for the evening.

"Well ... hello, Jean ... please come in?" she warmly greeted the 
enthralling, shoulder-length, blonde-haired lovely in the black, mini-
cocktail dress, her raking green-eyes immediately dropping from the 
revealing cleavage of smoothly firmed, white full breasts to the dark 
nylon-encased beauty of perfectly rounded, lush thighs that tapered 
downward toward exotic calves and enviable ankles. "I didn't expect 
that you'd dress so ... so enchantingly, Dear. You look absolutely 
stunning!"

"W-Well ... thank you," Jean, with widening eyes, replied, surprised at 
the other's generous compliments. "I wasn't sure whether you had 
mentioned dinner or ..."

"Come in and have a drink, Darling," Lydia expertly trimmed her 
partially asked question short, catching her arm with feminine 
gentleness and leading her into the vast livingroom toward a couch. 
"Here ... sit down, Honey. This is my favorite nook ... more intimate 
than the rest, I think. What will you have?"

"Oh ... oh, anything ..." Jean answered, carefully seating herself so 
that her knees were chastely touching, her revealed legs and outer 
thighs demurely at an angle. She watched the gracefully striking young 
woman glide away to the corner-bar. It was difficult for her to believe 
that only hours before, her hostess had almost knifingly insisted that 
this secret tete-a-tete be held. Appraisingly, Jean let her smoke-blue 
eyes brush over the other's appealing curves, noting the masculine 
broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous 
contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silverish, tight-
fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her ovaled, full 
sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according to their 
nipple-embossed flow of movement, were those of a girl who would look 
as well without, as with brazziere ... and that was a rarity.

"I prefer martinis this time of evening," Lydia was saying without 
glancing back at her. "And seeing you have no preference ... An olive, 
or lemon twist?"

"Fine ... either," Jean automatically responded, hardly knowing what 
she was saying as she tried to reason the meaning behind it all. 
Nothing was happening as she had anticipated.

"I know you're quite up-tight about our phone-conversation," Lydia said 
in a calculatedly disarming tone as she gracefully returned to the 
couch with their drinks, smiling and handing one to Jean before she 
eased downward onto the edge of the cushion. "I think such things are 
better done on a full stomach, Jean dear ... so let's have dinner 
first, just you and me, then talk." With that, she confidently added an 
additional lie: "I prepared it myself ... orange duck, and not very 
good, I'm afraid, but at least, private ... as this little get-together 
should be."

Jean sat forward, running her tiny tongue-tip over her lips nervously. 
"Just ... just what is this ... this little get-together all about, 
Lydia?"

Surprising Jean, the stunning aubum-haired girl lightly laughed, then 
charmingly arose to her feet. "Later, Darling ... Now, why don't you 
give me a hand in the kitchen? There's only the two of us tonight. 
Would you mind ...?"

Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, Jean gained her 
feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate 
kitchen, readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining 
table. Finally, they sat down at an intimate setting, eating 
scrumptiously, Jean thought, with the proper wines, the light 
conversation doing nothing but putting her at ease, and making her 
wonder if any of their intensive exchange on the telephone had ever 
taken place.

It wasn't until they were back in the livingroom over coffees and 
cognac, still enjoying a pleasant mood, that she came to know 
different.

"You'll want sugar, Darling," Lydia said. "It's a very strong 
expresso."

"All right, one ... just one, thank you. Ordinarily, I don't use any," 
Jean replied with a smile.

The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her 
guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Lydia had been patiently 
guiding them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, lustful 
plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her 
sensuous young body. In keeping with the evening, she raised the demi-
tasse cup and Jean responded, daintily sipping.

"So ... at last we come to the reason for our little party, Jean dear," 
the aubum-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. 
"It's always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each 
owes a certain honesty to the other regarding him. Don't you think so? 
I mean, today, Darling, it's become a recognized fact by we girls the 
necessity of banding together against the male beast, right?" She 
smiled warmly at her voluptuous companion who was properly balancing 
her little saucer and tasting from its miniature cup.

To that point, the curvaceous blonde's intrigued blue-eyes had been 
like innocent gems of concerned purity, Lydia evaluated, their almost 
virginal expression feeding her licentiously building hunger. You 
enticing little bitch! Your innocent, almost unfucked look is a 
bewitching fraud ... but it's going to make it all the more delightful 
...!

She watched the unhidable flicker of apprehension reveal itself in 
their abrupt, uneased stare, but waited until the intoxicating creature 
perfunctorily sipped the last drop from her cup. Then, she said:

"I'm sure you must've considered that Mark had a love-life before he 
met you, Darling?"

"O-Of course ... he's not a child," Jean replied, a strange little 
tremor rippling over her. "But I can't believe that was why you were so 
insistent that I come here tonight ... to discuss my husband's old 
love-life ..."

"Old ...?" Lydia repeated the adjective with a smile. "You sound very 
much like a naive young wife, Jean. His little affair with Annie 
Purcell in the old quarry this morning doesn't sound like an 'old' 
love-life to me. Of course, I have no idea how long that's been going 
on ...!"

"I don't believe it, Lydia!" Jean defended, the bite to her tone 
automatic.

"Well, that's commendable of you, Darling, but not very smart," Lydia 
said, her avid green-eyes narrowing. "Suppose I should tell you that I 
too, have enjoyed his cock since you two have been married? Would you 
believe that?"

Whether it was what she'd said, or her casual use of the lewd four-
letter word, Jean didn't know, but rather than the offended rage she 
should be feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on the erotic 
had incredibly fluttered through her! Something was not right in her 
head, but God knows, she couldn't reason what, nor why! The room itself 
had suddenly taken on intense hues, and the attractive face of the 
auburn-haired, green-eyed girl beside her seemed to have assumed a 
wavering, vision-like quality!

"... Yes, Jean darling ... you see, I've known Mark a long, long time," 
Lydia began to confidingly half-whisper, moving closer to the lovely 
blonde woman beside her. "We used to fuck every day ... but as you know 
by now, Mark's not at his best when he's fucking. I think eating cunt 
is probably his foremost love-making talent, don't you ... or hasn't he 
ever gotten down between your thighs and licked your pussy?"

Jean could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful 
face which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, 
sparkling lips slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewd words 
and deeds which were causing funny, butterfly-like sensations to 
increase inside her ...!

"... I usually sucked him ... I like to suck cocks, always and 
especially, Mark's!" Lydia excitedly continued. "It's so long and 
thick, isn't it, Jean dear? If only he could fuck you good with it. I 
mean, his cock is bigger than most I've had ... but maybe you've done 
better, Darling. Though, for me, swallowing Mark's thick hardness right 
down into my throat was always heaven! Even his cum tastes different 
... more masculine and hot than most ... don't you agree, Honey ...?"

For a brief instant, Jean was aware of a desperation struggle taking 
place in the dazing recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of 
lewd verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous 
vacuum at the pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly. 
My God ... wh-what was happening to her ...?

"Really, Darling ..." Lydia's sultry voice danced around her ears and 
simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more 
fascinating than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock? Can 
you now ...?"

In aroused confusion, Jean stared at the provocative smile on the 
vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny 
freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Lydia's suggestion! 
Yes ... yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and 
saucer being removed from her hand, even as she subliminally fought 
against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her!

"... Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good just once, Jeannie 
doll?" Lydia wantonly hissed. "I mean, all the way, Darling ... his 
thick cock thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a 
fountain ... wouldn't you Baby?"

"Oooohhh ... I ... I ... ooohhh Goddd!" Jean whimpered.

"Yessss ... I understand, Jeannie ... you're getting all hot and wet up 
between your legs," Lydia tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to 
brush her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh. 
"You know, Darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can 
think of ... like fuck, cunt and cocksuck ...! Go ahead, Baby, say them 
... it'll make you feel better ...! Go ahead, don't be afraid ...! Cum, 
shit, cunt ...!"

"S-Suck ... fuck ... cock ... cunt, jism! Prick! Asshole!" Jean began, 
hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the 
obscene words began to burningly scream in her brain as if crying for 
release. "Oh, my cunt is on fire! Yes ... yes ... Mark's big cock 
inside my pussy-hole ... in my mouth ... anyplace ...!"

"That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Lydia hotly rasped, smoothing 
her hand up over Jean's round little belly toward her fully, rising and 
falling breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, 
letting her fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white 
flesh of their exposed cleft. "Now, Lover, just think of your own 
tingling cunt ... the hot, wet pussy between your legs ... and mine ... 
so moist and excited between my legs ... and the delicious feel of a 
tongue ... my tongue seethingly licking your tiny clitoris ... and 
yours playing with mine ...! Isn't that a beautifully exciting thought, 
Jeannie baby? Isn't it?"

"Ooooohhh ... I ... I ... what's happening to me. L-Lydia ...?" Jean 
gaspingly whimpered, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious 
question her vision had lustfully put to her searing like a firebrand 
in her brain! Passionate sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled 
through Jean at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her 
still clothed, passion-incited young body ...!

"Isn't it, Jean baby? Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my 
hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that 
...?"

"Oooohhh ... oohhhh yes ... yesss ... a tongue spreading my pussy hair 
and licking my cunt split ... and yours, Darling!" Jean uncontrollably 
gasped, her own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the 
nylon encased roundness of her smooth upper thighs.

"Then let's do it, Jean darling! Let's get all naked, then you can lie 
back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Lydia can lick 
it for you!" the vindictive, auburn-haired girl vengefully implanted, 
her eyes a green glow of lascivious triumph.

"Please ... please ... now ... I want to now, Lydia!" Jean writhingly 
whimpered, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender 
fingers attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon 
panties between her now, wantonly spread legs.

"Not here, Lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy ... and 
it'll be even better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it 
Baby?" Lydia couldn't help but taunt.

"Oh yes ... God, yess ... so much better ... because I'll cum ... I'll 
cummmmm ... and I have to cuummmm ... my Godddd ...!"

"Of course, you have to!" Lydia heatedly answered, rising to her feet 
and drawing the honey-blonde young wife willingly upright. Abruptly, 
she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, 
pressing Jean's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she 
lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious 
warmth. "Kiss me, my little cunt!" Lydia aggressively demanded and Jean 
did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to receive the other 
woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring 
hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and 
clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained 
hunger ...!

*   *   *

It was not his uncanniness that led Caesar to the remote place where 
the young female of the sheep lived. He had lurked in the shadows of 
Crescent Valley throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired 
one's shelter because he had not seen her the night before. An 
uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen 
her sleeping beyond the glass barrier. The she-human which his golden 
mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, 
but the fire-eyed-she was not his chosen female! Something, he 
instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he 
remained close by to ascertain this.

Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a 
speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until 
the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town-lights, and then from 
a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. 
When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt 
sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans 
were and she could go! She, of the sheep! He bounded leisurely over 
known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the 
destination before him.

With his stealthful, animal silence, Caesar moved in close, 
individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after 
the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her ... and there he 
tensed like an immobile shadow to watch ...!

*   *   *

Jean felt as if she, too, were floating ... but wanting to in her 
erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch 
of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to 
intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She 
could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue 
teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris! Oooohhh, she needed that 
... yessss, warm clitoral love ... yet ... yet ...?

"... Take off your clothes, Jean baby, strip naked for Lydia!"

The curvaceous, honey-blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the 
center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and 
lowly lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as 
she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over 
the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts.

God, what a voluptuous young venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Lydia 
Newell, thought smuggly. Ann, her room-mate in college had been lovely, 
but nothing to equal this heavenly built female! Christ, it was 
luscious cunts the likes of her who made woman's lib worth while! Her 
own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of 
anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her 
pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times ...! Then, Link Morgan waiting in 
the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her!

Jean reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the 
zipper of her dress ... then, something, an unexplainable something, 
stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent 
ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her 
dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never 
condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She 
staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while 
the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased 
that she mentally suffered ...

"It's all right, Jean darling, you can undress now," Lydia half-
whispered. "There's just you and me ... and you want to spread your 
legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember ... like 
you're going to kiss and love Lydia's ...?"

For a moment more, Jean hesitated, then: "Yes ... yes ... take off my 
clothes and be naked... so we can lick and love each other ...!"

"That's right, Baby, everything ... everything!" the emerald-eyed girl 
hissed, watching Mark Blakely's drug-influenced young wife slowly 
reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the 
sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now ... come here, 
lover." Lydia huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress 
me! You want to, don't you?"

"Oh ... oh yes ... yes ... I want to undress you, Lydia!" Jean 
chokingly whispered, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired 
girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette 
couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.

"Oh ... oh ...!" she heard the young nakedly stripped blonde gasp as 
she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple 
pinches of Lydia's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with 
the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! 
"Un-Undress you, Lydia darling ..." Jean was passionately whimpering. 
"Make you naked, like me ...!"

"Yes ... Baby ... and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"

"Oooohhhh ... kiss you all over ... you're so soft and lovely ... kiss 
you all ... all over ... even ... even your pussy!" Jean half-mumbled, 
gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, 
young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm 
breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her 
about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's ovaled, full buttocks. At last, 
with a hesitant insistancy, Jean swiveled her once more, then moved her 
lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, 
hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn, hair-fringed cunt-lips!

"Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Lydia Newell gaspingly groaned, drawing Jean 
upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her 
blonde, naked lovliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless 
tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward 
the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet 
bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! 
Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I 
let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and 
lick 'till I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, Jean 
Blakely?"

"Oooohhhh ... yessss ... I want to ... want to, Darling ... until you 
go out of your mind ...!" Jean resounded her words, completely 
entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.

"Damn ... you gorgeous bitch!" Lydia hissingly exclaimed, pressing her 
down onto the bed and crawling between Jean's white, receptively 
spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Lydia lewdly 
commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as 
high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open 
for me!"

Jean never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly 
older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and 
back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds 
of her desire-swollen breast, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and 
burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her 
vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, 
Jean's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting 
before the naked Lydia Newell's lesbian assault!

Everything that the bi-sexed bachelorette had ever found salaciously 
captivating in another girl ... had ever experienced in the licking and 
sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand 
times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! 
God, this had to be the ultimate ... so much that the mere possessing 
of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be 
enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lez, yes ... but she was 
not! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the 
other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she 
wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a 
lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with 
her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as 
she pleased, was breathtaking! God no ... she would never get enough of 
it ... never!

Tauntingly, Lydia gazed down between Jean's openly spread thighs and 
began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild 
fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed 
one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy 
lips ... the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other 
with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the 
hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly 
smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrancy of its perfumed 
aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To 
Lydia, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was 
going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire 
she could never again be rid of ... but she had to taste it ... and she 
did!

Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly 
trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with 
warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde 
tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Blakely beneath 
her moaned in ever-mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she 
ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart 
and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished!

When it happened, Jean cried out! In her intensely LSD-sensitized 
world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the 
secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-
like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the 
sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip 
flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly 
throbbing clitoris.

Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish 
passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins 
upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the 
smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, 
liquid heat between Jean's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely 
ovalled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction 
motion! The hot length of Lydia's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, 
licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erectiled flowerette of her 
clitoris until Jean could do little more than wail and twist about 
helplessly beneath ...!



Chapter 6


Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this 
sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet 
for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! 
Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, 
even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn ... if he 
dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of 
them... but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. 
Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Blakely's 
sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, 
why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch 
was whimpering and ready for anything ... unless, Lydia Newell had a 
thing for cunt ...!

Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big 
man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching 
at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking 
much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia 
tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, 
pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he 
couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, 
whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife ... and that was not 
taking anything from his little Annie's.. . which was probably still 
warm and welted right at that moment!

The red-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to 
himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in 
the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties 
right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing 
not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd 
kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, 
but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously 
against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed 
with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-
covered skin! Then, the craziest goddamned thing ... she'd spread her 
legs and he could see the wetness beginning to tricle from her tight, 
hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, 
rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every 
savage whap!

"Oh ... oh God ... don't stop, Uncle Link ... harder ... harderrr!" she 
began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I ... I'mmmmm 
cuuummmmiiinnnngggg ... !"

Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as 
hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, 
only he didn't have his masochistic little Annie here to suck it off 
like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he 
remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told 
him everything, how that frigging pretentious deputy had tried to get 
smart with her ... made a pass and got no where. The sonofabitch, he 
was no better than his old man! But Annie'd learned something useful 
... damned useful! The luscious blonde bitch out there, Blakeley's 
wife, had been fucking the wild mutt, Caesar, and regular! Now, wasn't 
that something?

Christ, he wanted a piece of her ... a piece of Lydia Newell, too, when 
the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Blakely's tight-
assed young wife! She was the most luscious cunt the valley had ever 
seen! Even spanking Annie's tender, naked ass and having her blow him 
after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Jean 
Blakely's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked 
out, so she'd know what was happening to her ... But this was the way 
Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually got what sbe wanted ... or else! 
Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it 
was beginning to look like an all night session!

Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly 
opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's 
pink tightly splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to 
it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking 
movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with 
lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Blakely's wife's 
hair-fringed little cunt-lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to 
put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash 
his huge, straining cock! And then ...!

"Now, Darling ... it's your turn to make Lydia happy!" the naked, 
auburn-haired bachelorette sensually whispered, raising back to her 
knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in 
the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal 
secretions.

"B-But ... but, I have to cum ... to cuumnumn!" Jean whimpered, 
smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward 
the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her 
passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvacous nakedness.

"Later, Baby ... after you've licked and sucked Lydia's cunt," the 
emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands 
and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Lydia 
happy, too, Lover?"

"Y-Yes ... yes, of course ... I want to make Lydia happy ..." Jean 
gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.

"Then ... come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque 
bacherlorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and 
lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as 
I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick 
and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together ..."

Slowly, Jean lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her 
as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through 
the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moralistic 
principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out web 
engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside 
it, and Lydia Newell said:

"Don't be afraid, Baby. You'll love it ... or have you ever licked 
pussy before?"

"No ... no, never ..."

"Well ... there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be 
frightened ... come on, get down between my legs. See how tempting it 
looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry 
... don't keep Lydia waiting ... she needs your hot little tongue there 
...!"

"Yeessss ... yesss ... I know ...!" Jean heard herself say, the frantic 
force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing 
creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long 
silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she 
sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command 
over her ... but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark ... of 
Caesar! Her ... her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat 
for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious 
girl who lie back before her, the open, invitational spread of Lydia's 
shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-
encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire 
through her.

Jean stared in fascination up between Lydia Newell's wide held legs, at 
her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, 
puckered anus! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young 
wife! Yes ... yes ... Caesar ... she needed her darling Caesar to bring 
her ecstatic joy ...!

"Now, Baby, now!" Lydia sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the 
whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Lydia, sweet lover ...? 
You promised to kiss her pussy ... promised!"

"L-Lydia ...?" Jean repeated, staring and loving the sight of the 
beautiful girl enticingly presented before her ... yet, yet ...? "Y-Yes 
Lydia, you're so lovely ... but I have to go now ... have to go ...!"

The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open! She'd heard the 
other's words, but couldn't quite believe them! Then, an enraging 
thought dawned! That stupid sonofabitch, Morgan, had made the dose too 
gentle! Some trip! Goddamn him! She lowered her legs and jerked upright 
to a sitting position. "Listen ... you don't want to go home, Jeannie 
baby! Mark is ... is very busy ...!"

"No ... no ... I have to leave now, Lydia ..." Jean almost blankly 
insisted, easing off the bed. "Mark ... Caes ..."

"You-You stupid cunt!" Lydia spat, not waiting for her to finish her 
statement. "Goddamn you ...! Link! Link ... where in hell are you ...?"

"Right here, right here, Lydia!" the big man responded, bursting from 
the closet. "What you want, Honey ...?"

"Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, 
emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until 
I'm through with her!"

"Sure, sure!" Morgan grinningly blurred, his lurid smirk spreading his 
unshaven mouth as he began to puff at his clothing. "You want I should 
fuck her now ...?"

"Like a goddamned animal ... no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl 
vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness. "Fuck her from behind, 
dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch! And get the camera! 
The bitch! Fuck her like a whore-dog!"

"I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Morgan gutturally 
spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl 
on the bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg-raised position. "That 
goddamned wild bastard, Caesar, has been fucking her right along!"

"I don't care about that ... just fuck her like a goddamn she-dog from 
behind!" Lydia hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push 
her face up over my cunt and give it to her! "She's going to eat this 
girl's pussy and go out of her mind doing it ...!"

*   *   *

A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog 
watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. 
Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught 
forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed 
on the now, uncovered brute-man who was forcing his yellow-haired, 
clotheless mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-sheep lay 
back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, black-framed 
female split thrust upward, as if waiting!

Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Caesar's keen ears and he saw that 
they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, 
then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound ... nor 
did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. 
Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its 
glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch 
... and wait for the moment of his vengeance ...!

*   *   *

Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean 
as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little 
to her. Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of 
embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of 
her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to 
wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her 
Caesar... to have his wonderful cock plunging up into the raging, 
desire-throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Morgan ... Lydia, 
understand?

"No ... no please ... I have to leave now! He ... he'll be coming to my 
window soon to make beautiful love to me ...!" Jean confusedly pleaded 
as Link pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please 
... don't you see ...?"

"Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of 
her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk 
excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. "On your hands and knees, Baby 
... that's right, move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he 
lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly 
grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen flesh, unable to 
take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful 
nakedness bent helplessly down before him!

"Now, that's better, Lover!" Lydia half-whispered, reaching down 
between her drawn back legs to brush Jean's long, blonde hair away from 
her disconcerted face. "Remember your promise, Baby, to lick and love 
Lydia's pussy ...?"

"Yes ... yessss ... but I have to cum ... don't you see ... and he'll 
be looking for me ...?" Jean whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet 
with threatening tears.

"She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Morgan lewdly 
enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing the 
brute right along! The goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on 
her!"

"Please ... please, I have to go now, Lydia!" Jean insisted. "H-He'll 
be looking for me ... and I need him so bad tonight ...!"

"Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl, 
questioned, the full realization of what Morgan had been trying to say 
registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, Baby?"

"M-My darling ... C-Caesar ... he'll come to my window and ... and I 
won't be there!" Jean innocently whimpered. "And ... and I need him so 
much tonight ...!"

"Does he ... he fuck you good? Does he, Darling?" Lydia hissingly 
questioned, her overhwhelming lust at the exotic blonde-wife's beastial 
revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Jean ... and is 
his animal-cock big?"

"Oh ... oh yes, he fucks me so wonderfully ... and ... and his cock is 
so long and thick and hard ...!"

"Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused 
grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of Jean's rounded, white 
ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him! The thin hairless crevice 
dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tiny recessed hole of 
her small puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the lower 
bridge of shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, 
hair-fringed lips of her blonde young cunt! The goddamned mind-bending 
bitch! To think that a wild dog had been fucking and cumming up into 
that delectable little pussy of hers ...!

"Turn your head and look behind you, Jean baby!" Lydia hissed, her 
voice almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it ... look at 
Link's cock! Is Caesar's bigger? Could his dog-prick bring you any more 
joy than that? Could it ...?"

Obediently, Jean looked behind her while Link Morgan raised up for her 
to see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began 
to stroke it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet 
and fiery-hued head, his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of 
lewd anticipation.

"Oh ... oohhh ... Jean openly gasped out at the sight of the huge 
throbbing length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind unaware 
of all reality except the sensual pleasure it could bring her. 
Fascinated, she watched the hairy barrel-chested man stroke its thick 
outer layer of skin back and forth, time and again exposing the heavy, 
tiny-slitted head to her in its moistened, pulsating rigidity. Again, 
she moaned, then uncontrollably reached down under her nakedly kneeling 
body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it with her small, 
slender hands.

"That's right, Darling!" Lydia excitedly pressed as Link Morgan blurted 
out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Blakely's wife's hungrily 
searching hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand ... isn't 
that right, Jean baby?" Lydia philosophically urged, suddenly conscious 
of her own forefinger lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her 
inflamed cunt. "Put it into you, Jean lover! Put Link's big cock into 
your hot pussy so that you can cum ... and we'll all suck and fuck 
together ...!"

"Ouuhhh ... oummhhhh ..." the young, drugged wife moaned as she 
clutched eagerly at Morgan's huge, hardened penis, the insane 
expectancy in her drug-incited young body completely blinding her to 
all else but sensually physical fulfillment!

Ooooohhhh! She inwardly unleashed in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to 
the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy! 
Whimpering uncontrollably, Jean clung to the thick length of hardened 
flesh with little hands that couldn't encircle it, fervidly working the 
wet, pulsating tip up and down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice 
until she'd spread wide the softness of her pubic curls and seated it 
at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth! Then, she began to grind and 
twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at it ...!

"Fuck!" Link Morgan foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton 
performance nearly triggering the cum up out of his balls! Christ, he'd 
never expect to see anything like it again! He gaped down at his 
pulsing cock-head with its purple tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth 
of her visibly, nibbling vagina where she'd placed it, the girth of its 
moistened head spreading her tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until 
they encircled it like a golden-furred collar!

"Give it to her, Morgan ... damn it! Fuck her!" Lydia impatiently 
exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted 
legs to catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young 
blonde wife's passion-twisted face. Carefully, Lydia enframed the 
lewdly positioned Jean in all her voluptuous nakedness within the 
lens's scope, including the vital parts of Morgan, excepting his head. 
"You hear me? Fuck her ... fuck her!"

"Oh God, yes! Fuck me!" Jean pathetically moaned. "Please, shove it up 
my cunt before I go mad ...!"

But the lecherous glowering police chief was caught up in a lust-
filled, viewing world of his own, hardly hearing either of their pleas 
or commands. The mind-bending sight of his number one enemy's innocent 
young wife's upthrusted, rounded white-ass-cheeks spread lushly open to 
him as she wriggled them back rapidly toward his blood-hammering cock 
was sending violent stabs of aching pleasure ripping through his loins 
and sperm-bloated balls! Shit, he intended to wring the last whit of 
lewd depravity he could from this scene ... from this sweet, delectable 
little bitch, bent slave-like before him ... from Mark Blakely's naked-
assed wife, who fucked dogs and was begging like a street slut for his 
aching, over-swollen prick!

He ignored Lydia Newell's rasping order and Jean's passionately 
undulating pleas, reveling in his own time-consuming lust. 
Tormentingly, he eased his powerful hips forward, watching the hugeness 
of his fiery cock-head slowly stretch the viscid, ovaled mouth of her 
snug, pink cunt-hole, its surrounding soft flesh yielding and swelling 
outward to the thick, rubbery pole worming it's way up inside her! She 
gasped aloud once more, but suddenly her desperate writhings stopped, 
as if his stretching penetration of her greedy little vaginal mouth had 
been more than she bargained for!

That realization alone, that he was hurting her, was enough to set the 
barrel-chested man off! He growled out an oath as he brutally clutched 
at the satin-smooth flesh of her upper thighs and hips. Simultaneously, 
he spread her knees farther apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in 
tighter behind her upraised buttocks, and then, cruelly jerking her 
naked, defenseless body backward with his hands, he thrust forward with 
a buttock-flattening lunge!

Like a spearing arrow shot from a cross-bow, Morgan felt his long, 
thick cock race up into the futilely resisting channel between Jean 
Blakely's wide-spread thighs, plowing and expanding the hot, 
frantically clutching flesh in a deep, merciless impalement! He heard 
the breath explode from her lungs as his powerful hips and pelvis 
flattened her soft, smooth ass-cheeks up into her hip bones, her 
grasping, cuntal passage spasming as might a choking throat stuffed 
full with the huge burgeoning shaft of his heavily spearing cock!

"Ohhh ... auugghhhh ... m-myyy Gooodddd!" Jean brayed in lurching, 
wide-eyed shock, the unexpected force and pain of his cruel, massive 
entry rending the drugged veil to register agonizingly in her brain! 
"Oooohhh ... you've ripped me wide open! Ooohhh ... God ... you've torn 
me open inside ...!"

Morgan couldn't resist his obscene grunt of lecherous pleasure as he 
held tight to her frenziedly squirming young hips, nakedly trying to 
twist its way off his piercing hard prick nudging at the very underside 
of her helplessly cringing belly! "You wanted it shoved up your tight 
little cunt, Baby ... and that's what you've got!" he mercilessly 
rasped, beginning to heedlessly fuck in and out of her from behind, his 
eyes locked salaciously on the sight of the moistened pink inner-flesh 
of her wide-split vagina clinging to his aching hardness when he pulled 
it wetly out of her and plunged back up inside again.

"Oh God! Oh God ... Oooohhhh ...!" Jean cried again, while Lydia 
watched in lust-charged fascination through the white columned frame of 
her obscenely raised and spread legs, torn between the snapping of 
pictures and the fingering of her own burning, wet cunt. Excitedly she 
divided her time, triggering the camera lens to catch such scenes as 
the naked blonde wife's wildly flailing hair and tossing head, then, 
unrestrainable caressing her own quivering erect clitoris to the erotic 
sight of Jean's whitely hanging breasts, quaking and dancing in lewd 
rhythm to Link Morgan's jarring thrusts fucking into her from behind!

The immediate pain, like too-hot bath water, quickly mellowed into a 
soothing balm of pleasure-bringing rapture to Jean in her drug induced 
passion, her inflamed cuntal channel eagerly dilating and acclimating 
to the long, thick cock fucking fiercely in and out of it. Nothing 
mattered except the climactic release to the sensual buildup of ecstasy 
maddeningly pyramiding in her intensively screaming loins and fire-
filled belly! To cum ...! Oh God ... Yessssss, to cum!

Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable, licentious wantonness. 
Oooohhhh ... he's fucking me so beautifully ...! she lustfully thought, 
vehemently feeling the rubbery, mushroomed head of his heavily 
pulsating cock grazing, and erotically tormenting, her uterus as it 
taunted and buffeted hard up against the underside of her quivering 
belly deep up inside ... She sensed his cum-bloated balls slapping 
heavily against the tiny bud of her erectly tingling clitoris below 
with every thrust ... and then, by accident, she saw their reflection 
in the vanity mirror, the wildly erotic reflection of his hard, 
glistening penis disappearing and reappearing wetly up between her own 
white, lewdly offered ass cheeks raising a low gasping sound of sheer 
lust from her!

Lydia recognized it and took advantage, reaching for Jean's flailing 
strands of honey-blonde hair on either side of her lovely, drugged 
face. "Here, Darling!" she pressed, gently entwining her hands to draw 
Mark Blakely's naked kneeling wife's face down between her wide-spread 
thighs toward her wet, seething loins. "Lydia's pussy, remember? You 
were going to kiss and lick Lydia's cunt! It'll help you cum, Baby ... 
go ahead ... lick and suck it! Make love to Lydia's cunt, like you said 
all the filthy words ... cock, cunt, fuck ... go ahead, Jean, baby!"

"Oh ... oh yes ... yesss!" the curvaceous blonde girl whimpered in her 
drug-enchanted nakedness as the huge police chief's cock fucked 
mercilessly into her hotly sucking pussy-hole from behind. Insane 
sensations of lustful intoxication raced into and burst inside her! 
Obscene words again screamed for release in her brain, while 
simultaneously she gaped with widened, if glazed, eyes at Lydia 
Newell's glistening pink cunt! "Oh ... ooohhh ... fuck! ... cock! ... 
cunt! ... suck! ... jism! ... cum! ... yes ... cum ...

"Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" the auburn-haired girl grunted and writhed as 
Jean suddenly groaned in wild abandon and immersed her face into the 
fluid, pink crevice of her upthrusted loins, the honey-blonde, young 
wife's eager tongue darting like a frightened lizzard deep up into her 
wetly seething vagina! "Oooohhh God ... yesss, Jean, yessss!" Oh God 
almighty! She had been right! She would never get enough of this 
breathtaking creature! Her tiny tongue was like a licking flame against 
the sensitively reaching walls of her cunt! And then she was licking 
her clitoris! Brushing and caressing the erect little bud with 
sweeping, knowing strokes that were just about to drive her fucking 
crazy!

"The camera! The camera!" Link Morgan, windedly choked out. "Get a 
picture of that ...!"

And she did, that and several more, wondering how many would be 
blurred, and if she'd give a damn if they were ...? But then, something 
else happened! Her screaming loins triggered their first signal to her 
brain as she watched with raised head, Jean's wild, uninhibited 
tonguing of her clitoris!

"Oh ... oohhh, Baby ... Lydia's going to cum ...! Please don't stop! I 
... I'm cuuummmmmniiiinnnggg ...!"

Furiously, the blonde young wife licked and slavered between her 
thighs, the other's passionate cries of ecstasy all Jean needed to know 
of the intensity of the emerald-eyed girl's ecstatic moment! She tasted 
the sudden liquid release of Lydia's cuntal secretions as her luscious 
naked body jerked and trembled beneath the sensuous laving of her 
feverishly working tongue, that intricate explosion of her feminine 
juices abruptly pushing her own moment of climax to the crest!

"Oh, shit, fuck!" Morgan's vulgar voice exclaimed behind her. "I-I ... 
me too, Lydia! It's ... it's cummmmiiinnnggg ... Jesus Christ, it 
isssss!"

Jean sensed the huge man's urgent thrusts and eagerly and shamelessly 
ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back at his raging cock pounding 
into her, the resounding, rhythmic smack of his cum-filled balls down 
against her own tiny screaming clitoris causing her eyes to gape 
unseeingly in the mounting passion of her own wildly rising moment of 
orgasm! It swept over her as she hungrily licked and sucked at the 
wailing Lydia's insanely undulating cunt ... at the insane thrusting of 
her own fire-inflamed young ass cheeks back onto Link Morgan's heavily 
plunging cock!

And then ... then, all was culminated deep in her own crazily 
contracting belly and maddeningly driving loins, a shattering of 
universes colliding in unimmaginable ecstasy throughout her nakedly 
jerking body ... while, she ... like the very central sun, brought them 
all fulfilling joy, her belly filling and almost bursting with the 
wetly hosing sperm of the heavily grunting man fucking into her from 
behind ... and then, collapsed as the last of her explosively flowing 
cunt juices backlashed out the tightly locked lips of her vagina and 
she fell away from both of them, while the fierce wild animal who had 
seen it all, walked in raging circles outside beyond the barring window 
...!



Chapter 7


"How is she?" Mark Blakely questioned, barging through his front door-
way, only to be stopped by Steve Foster and Doc Emory, both immediately 
launching from their places on the couch to confront the big, young 
deputy sheriff.

"Easy, boy, easy ..." his red-bearded writer-friend stepped in front of 
him with engulfing arms.

"She's okay, Mark ... resting comfortably right now," Doc Emory added, 
coming close to put a hand on the younger man's broad shoulder.

"Wh-What the hell happened?" the obviously tired, young law official 
asked, looking from one face to the other. "I was all the way over in 
Spencer County at the sheriff's office for Christ's sake ... when I 
should've been here! What the hell happened, anyway ...?"

"Easy, man, will you?" Steve pressed. "Cut your voice down; she's 
trying to sleep ..." Warmly, the slender magazine writer clapped his 
friend on the arm. "It's okay, boy ... she's all right ... no need to 
get up-tight ... just a little accident ..."

"How? What ...?" Mark insisted.

"It seems that her car went into the ditch just outside of town, Mark," 
Doc Emory replied in his always calm voice. "She struck her head 
against the windshield ... suffered a mild concussion with contusions, 
but nothing to be alarmed about ..."

"Outside of town?" Mark confusedly repeated. "What the devil was she 
doing? Where'd she been ...?"

"No one seems to know that yet, Mark," Steve quickly put in. "A ranch-
hand on his way to town came across her car in the ditch. She was semi-
conscious and mumbling incoherently ..."

"The shock," Doc Emory hastened to add, throwing Steve Foster a glaring 
expression. "Frankly, Mark, the only damage is a badly rumpled fender 
on your car ..."

"To hell with the car! I want to see Jean!" Mark exclaimed, attempting 
to move around them, but not too successfully.

"Hold it, big man!" Steve barred, edging his friend off. "Carol's in 
there with her now nursing her away to dreamland. You go barging in and 
she's apt to go right off the deep end again ...!"

"What the hell you talking about, the deep end?" Mark replied, his eyes 
widening.

"Shut up, will you, Foster!" Doc Emory calmly intervened. "Of course 
you can see her, Mark. She's been asking for you. It'll help her to get 
some rest. But wait ... understand that she's not quite herself ... 
that blow to her forehead mixed her up a little and she mightn't make 
sense ..."

Mark nodded, a tightness clutching at his gut. Jesus Christ, his 
Jeannie hurt ... and what had he been doing but undermining everything 
they'd dreamed of ...! He ought to have his balls lobbed off ...! "I 
... I'll go easy, Doc ... promise ...!"

The little man nodded and smiled. "Go ahead ... quietly, Mark..."

He did, almost silently opening the door to see his Jeannie beneath the 
covers in the bed and Carol lying fully clothed on top of them beside 
her, holding his wife's hand. The latter saw him and smiled, half-
raising up to place a shushing finger across her lips, but the blonde-
haired girl stirred to the intrusion, opening her glazed, smokey blue-
eyes to search emptily about the room.

Something struck Mark at the very core of him in the manner of their 
wide vacancy. He saw the ugly swolleness on her forehead and tried to 
tie the two together, but intensive police training couldn't be denied. 
He moved forward to the bed-side and said:

"Hello, Baby ... it's Mark. How are you, Doll? Feel better ...?"

"Ooohhh ... Mark ... darling ... you've come!" she managed, looking 
elsewhere and never seeing him. "Feel better ... feel better, Doll ... 
yesss, Baby feels better ... feels fine ... everything's fine ... fine 
...!"

The young deputy could only stare down at his young, blonde wife whom 
Carol was gently trying to console. He gaped at the rolling action of 
his wife's eye-balls flashing whitely at him as he stood there in 
knowledgable agony, growing rage beginning to seethe inside him. How 
often had he seen that sympton in the academy at L.A.!

"She's been drugged!" Mark blurted, re-entering the living room where 
Doc Emory and Steve Foster sipped bourbon over ice. "Jesus Christ, you 
ought to be able to see that, Doc ...!"

"I can't be as sure of that as you can, Mark," the small-framed 
physician said, setting his drink on a table and brushing at his 
widening brow. "But then, I'm only a doctor."

"Shit! I've seen the same symptoms with acid-freaks a dozen times ...!" 
Mark spat, brushing Steve's hand away. "A dozen times, I tell you, Doc 
...!"

"Like I said, Mark ... I'm only a doctor!" the smaller man emphatically 
implied. "That a concussion could, and often does, produce the same 
effects, is merely a hypothetical diagnosis. You may well be right ... 
but until I know different, I'll treat her from a medical standpoint 
according to the best of my ability! Without hospital facilities, and 
taking into foremost consideration her accident, I must conclude that 
she's suffering a concussion. Nothing that won't pass with a few days 
rest, I'm sure ... But, if you want to take her to Spencer, we can run 
the necessary tests to be certain. Again Mark, you may well be right 
... God, I don't know anything, anymore!"

For a long moment, Mark stood there, staring almost unseeingly at the 
small, slender physician who had been one of his closest friends in 
Crescent Valley. He even read the distraught confusion in the noble 
little man's face. Peripherally, he saw Steve empty his glass and walk 
to refill it; he suddenly said: "Pour me one, too, buddy ... I think I 
need it." Then, half forcing his smile toward Doc Emory: "I-I guess 
your word's still good enough for me, Doc. What the hell, didn't you 
save Birt Small's mule last week after the vet gave it up for glue?"

There was a tense moment before the releasing laughter; then the three 
men clutched their glasses in toast ... yet none felt the warmth of 
Steve's pledge.

"Happy days!" the red-bearded writer extoled.

*   *   *

Though Jean had been helpless, she had never for a moment been 
unconscious. Her mind still wandered in unfeasible patches of 
incoherent happenings and exciting lust, her loins and belly ever 
churning with an underlying of sensual stimulation that seemed to be 
gnawingly insatiable. They had taken her, she vaguely remembered, and 
placed her in her car ... Morgan driving it a long ways before he 
stopped and got out, pressing her over beneath the steering wheel ... 
and then, with a tremendous jolt, it had all happened!

She lay now in the security of her own bed ... Mark's bed, with Carol 
beside her, and the sun showing through her window. Was all of that 
last night? She thought it was ... yes, it had to be, because Doc Emory 
had come, and later, Mark! Now, Carol undressed beneath the covers with 
her!

Last night, when she'd gone to Lydia Newell's ... they had each ... 
each ... loved one another ... like lesbians ... she had ... had put 
her tongue in the young auburn-haired woman's pussy! God ...! Link 
Morgan had fucked her! His huge, bull-like cock had savagily ravished 
and cum like an elephant up in her still tingling pussy! Oh ... oh she 
was so hot, even now! Mark would kill him ... kill her, if he ever 
knew! That's why they'd put her in her car to let it roll in the ditch! 
God, she had to use her head ... not let anyone know ... especially, 
Mark! He might do something horrible if he ever knew the truth! She 
couldn't let anyone know ... anyone ...!

"Are you awake, Darling?" Carol's voice came in a gentle whisper, the 
slight movement of her girlfriend's body behind her as it turned toward 
her, widening Jean's thought-filled eyes.

"Yes ... I'm awake."

"How do you feel, Baby?"

"Good ... fine. I feel real splendid!" Jean replied, smoothing her hand 
down over her flat little belly and noting for the first time that she 
was wearing her green, shortie nightie. Who had done that? Carol? Had 
she undressed her ... seen her naked? Of course, she had, who else? God 
... had the sight of her naked body thrilled her best friend? She had a 
pretty, white body and she knew it! Her breasts were round and full, 
firmly pointed with their tiny nipples! And her waist was slender ...

"What would you like for breakfast, Dear?"

"Wh-What ... for breakfast? Oh, I don't know," Jean answered, rolling 
onto her back so that the length of her warm body crowded that of her 
very best friend. Dear God, she was hot ... hot ... unbelievably hot! 
But ... but why? She had never known these sensations before with the 
nearness of a girl! With a man ... with Mark, perhaps, but another 
girl? Yet, she felt them strongly within her ... the actual urge to 
roll toward Carol and caress her breasts! "You decide ... I'll love 
whatever you want!" Jean exclaimed, as if she were unfolding some 
forbidden secret.

"All right!" Carol answered, suddenly swiveling from the bed and 
grabbing her wrapper. "I'll fix us french toast with maple syrup !"

Feverishly, Jean looked up at her, eyes fixed on Carol's young 
thrusting breasts erotically swaying until the wrapper hid them, the 
excitement in her belly and loins causing her to twitch nervously, 
until finally she put her hands over her eyes!

"Are you all right, Baby?" Carol questioned in an almost hushed voice.

"Y-Yes ... I'm fine."

"Are ... are you sure, Doll?"

"Of course ... of course, I'm sure!" Jean emphatically replied, rolling 
onto her side, again caressing the warm flatness of her softly 
trembling belly beneath the covers. "Go ahead ... I'm waiting for that 
french toast ..." she added sensually brushing her hand down between 
her hot, smooth thighs to gently stroke over the warmly curling pubic 
mound between her legs. She hardly heard Carol leave as she extended 
her middle finger and drew it up through the wet, sensitive flesh of 
her excited young cuntal slit. God ... what had happened to her? She 
had never loved her pussy so much ... nor been so possessed with sexy 
thoughts and desires! Something weirdly sensual had happened to her 
body chemistry, but dear God, she had no idea of what nor how! Then, it 
occurred to her that she seemed to be able to think more clearly now 
than she had the night before at Lydia Newell's. She tried to recall 
what her feelings had been before she had gone there, but it was 
difficult to remember ... though it seemed that she had been normal 
enough, with none of this eroticism that was so tormenting her now down 
between her thighs ...

My God, was it possible that Lydia ... or both of them, had done 
something to her ... that unaware, she had innocently been drugged? 
Good Lord! Wh-What else could it be ...?

The gentle opening of the bedroom door gave Jean ample opportunity to 
jerk her softly caressing fingers from between her warm vibrant thighs, 
which she sensed to be still moist and sticky from Link Morgan's flood 
of hot sperm up into her from behind hours before. It was Mark, peeking 
in to see if she were awake before entering.

"C-Come in, Darling," Jean hesitantly invited in a purposed, feeble 
voice, pretending-weakness from the blow to her forehead being the only 
sanctuary she could think of to avoid the questions he was bound to 
ask.

"How are you, Baby? Feel better this morning?" he probed, moving to the 
edge of the bed and lowering onto it.

"A-A little," she replied, offering him a thin smile. God, he was so 
handsome in his uniform ... and she loved him so much. "H-Have you had 
your breakfast ...?"

He nodded. "I stopped at the Inn."

"You look so tired, Darling," she said, reaching out to cover his 
large, broad hand with her small, soft one. "W-Was there any trouble 
last night from ... from ...?"

Mark shook his head before she had finished her question, knowing that 
she was referring to Caesar and his damned wild-pack, her concern 
irately edging him. He brushed his hand over his forehead, wishing to 
Christ he could get eight solid hours of dead sleep. Maybe he could be 
more rational then, though he wondered how in Christ's name he could? 
First, it'd been the goddanmed wild brute, and now this, whatever in 
hell it was she'd been doing!

"Jean ... where did you go last night?" he put to her, managing a 
gentleness to his tone. "I didn't know you had any meeting ... yet 
Carol seems to think you did, but she doesn't know anymore about it 
than that. Where was the meeting, Baby ...?"

Jean breathed a little sigh of relief within. Carol had known much more 
... must have heard when she'd mentioned Lydia's name over the phone, 
but she'd said nothing. For some reason, her best friend was trying to 
protect her ... and thank God for that! Intentionally, she made her 
eyes roll in a blinking unsteadiness as she looked up at him with a 
pathetically empty expression. "I ... I don't know, Mark ... I-I can't 
remember. I-I've tried ... but I just can't remember, Darling!"

"All right, all right, Baby," he soothed, tenderly pressuring her small 
hand in reassurance. "It'll all come to you later. Don't even think 
about it now ... just lie there and rest."

Jean rolled her head away from him, biting at her full, lower lip to 
hold back the tears of shame she suddenly felt rushing toward her eyes. 
God, what a horrible bitch she was! Lying to him this way! And to 
protect whom ...? Then, for one brief instant, she was on the verge of 
blurting it all out to him, Lydia Newell, that foul Chief of Police, 
and the way they must have ... had to have drugged her ...! But Carol's 
entrance into the room carrying a breakfast tray for her, brought it 
all to an abrupt standstill.

"Here you are, Dear," the attractive brunette smiled, setting the tray 
down and moving toward the bed to fix her pillows behind her and make 
her comfortable. "French toast, bacon, maple syrup and plenty of hot 
coffee. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful, Carol. You're ... you're a doll..."

Mark stood. "Well ... I guess I'll try to get some sleep, Honey. You 
take it easy now, and I'll talk to you later, when I wake up." Then, to 
Carol: "Has Steve left?"

"Yes. He was going to try and have an interview with the Purcell girl," 
the brunette replied, placing the tray onto Jean's lap. "He didn't know 
when he'd be back."

Mark nodded, then smiled to Jean. "See you later, Baby," he said, 
moving beyond the door, then turning to blow her a kiss.

Jean swallowed tightly as she watched her young, handsome husband 
disappear, still desperately fighting back the tears and trying to rid 
herself of the lump in her throat. Unseeingly, she looked down at the 
tempting breakfast Carol had set before her, but the appetite she'd 
awakened with had suddenly dulled. Instead, she poured coffee and 
reached for a sugar-cube, the sight of that little compressed, white 
square abruptly taking her back to Lydia Newell's lavish living-room 
... "You'll want sugar, Darling ... It's very strong expresso ..." God 
almighty, what was it they camouflaged with sugar lumps ...? LSD! Yes, 
that was it!  They had given her LSD ...! But why? Why ...?

"Wh-What is it, Honey?" Carol interrupted her frantic thoughts in a 
concerned voice, moving quickly to sit down beside her and begin 
stroking the crown of her head with an affectionate, feminine hand. 
"Something's bothering you ..."

Jean shook her head. "No ... not really, Carol," she whispered, staring 
straight ahead at nothing. "I ... I just remembered something is all 
..."

"Last night?" her friend questioned in an equally sibilant tone.

Jean slowly nodded. "They ... they drugged me! I know now ...!"

"W-Who drugged you Darling?" the brunette carefully probed, still 
caressing her beautiful blonde friend's golden crested crown. "You can 
tell me. I'll never breathe a word; you can be sure of that ..."

"I know," Jean said, slowly facing the attractive young girl. "You've 
already proved that ... because you knew where I went, and you didn't 
tell Mark."

Carol stole a deep, needed breath and let it sigh from her lungs, the 
action causing her full, firm breasts to intriguingly rise and fall 
before Jean. She whisperingly said: "I-I heard the name, Lydia Newell 
... and there was other troubled conversation, but ... but believe it 
or not, I tried not to listen."

"I know," Jean replied, reaching for the other's small hand to contain 
warmly inside her own. "But you heard enough, and especially to give 
Mark actual names ... Why didn't you, Carol?"

"l-I don't know," the sparkling, dark-eyed girl managed, gazing down at 
her lap and idly toying with a loose thread. "I suppose if ... if you 
wanted him to know, you'd tell him yourself."

"I believe that, Carol ... but I can't help but imagine there was 
more," Jean persisted. "You ... you undressed me last night, didn't 
you?"

"Yes."

Jean leaned back against the pillows behind her. For a long moment she 
was reluctant to ask ... then: "Wh-What else did you find, Darling 
...?"

"S-Sperm ... unquestionably, sperm! You were drenched with it between 
your legs, and ... and the hair of your pussy," Carol answered without 
looking at her. At last, she raised her scintilating eyes to level with 
those of the beautiful girl who was unflinchingly watching her.

"And ... and you washed me all nice and clean there?" Jean questioned, 
knowing it was true, but wanting Carol's admitted confirmation, the 
mere though sending rousing fermentations through her unquietable loins 
and belly.

"Yes ... I washed you all nice and clean there," Carol whispered, her 
dark eyes searching the smokey-blue gems of her dearest friend.

"Did you ... enjoy doing it, Carol honey?" Jean couldn't help but 
question, noticing immediately the increasing breathing of the 
curvaceous brunette as her full breasts began to rise and fall in rapid 
rhythm. "Did you ...? I mean, tenderly cleansing my cunt and thighs ... 
knowing that someone else, another man, had squirted their cum in 
there?" she gasped, uncontrollably reverting to a lewdness she, 
herself, couldn't understand.

"Oh! Oh God, you're lovely, Jean!" Carol exclaimed, throwing herself 
onto Jean across the tray to the rattle of spilling dishes, clutching 
with both arms around the blonde girl's neck, their mouths meeting in a 
fusion of open, liquid passion!

For a long moment, they kissed and caressed before parting, and as 
Carol tremblingly arose from the bed and began to clean up the mess 
they had made, Jean said:

"We have a lot to tell each other, Darling ... and I think some of it 
concerns Caesar ... doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes ... yesss," Carol readily admitted. "But I'll tell you 
everything if you tell me!"

"I will!" Jean assured. "Oh, I will, I promise ...!"



Chapter 8


Link Morgan's limited ability in photography had been acquired through 
the necessity of numerous little blackmailing schemes. The type of 
pictures he took invariably fell into a catagory that professional 
houses were not allowed to return, once developed. Anyway, the process 
being a simple one, the big Chief of Police had learned to do it in the 
darkened bathroom of his home, and that morning, only hours following 
their orgiastic involvement of Jean Blakely, the barrel-chested man 
delivered the finished prints, complete with negatives, to his auburn-
haired, bachelorette cohort.

Elated with the outcome of the obscenely indicting shots, Lydia first 
assured herself that Link Morgan had not secretly printed a set for 
himself, by re-threatening to frame his testicles along side of Mark 
Blakely's if she found out he was lying to her. Satisfied that he 
wasn't about to bite the hand that fed him, the emerald-eyed girl sent 
him on his way, then proceeded to sort out the moist lurid scenes. 
Carefully, she chose those which depicted the lovely features in lewd 
grimaces of Mark's young blonde wife, both in the act of wildly eating 
pussy, and getting wantonly fucked from behind. Then, she destroyed any 
that might give the slightest hint of her own, or Morgan's identity, 
and with the remainder she set out to intercept Mark Blakely on his 
morning patroling rounds. At last, she had that deceiving bastard right 
where she wanted him!

In loose blouse, leather riding-skirt and boots, pantiless and braless 
as usual, Lydia chose the roan, Gallant Red, and headed off at a gallop 
toward A and B's south range and the canyon-rim which overlooked the 
entire valley.

As always, little sensual ripples of excitement began to stir in her 
belly at the anticipated meeting of her ex-lover, further enhanced by 
the warm, smooth leather of the saddle rhythmically massaging her naked 
young loins with the powerful animal's galloping stride. She preferred, 
and often did ride bareback, to get the full effect of the hot, 
muscular animal-flesh against the sensitive intimacies of her quickly 
aroused pussy, but this morning she had felt the need of a saddle to 
make better time if necessary. Though, it was a rare morning's ride 
indeed, when she didn't climax at least three times, she decided that 
today she intended to save it for Mark's sweating energies. 
Accordingly, with weight in the stirrups, she eased the inciting 
pressure from her young, moistening loins and concentrated on the 
sweeping landscape ahead, ever looking for the black and white markings 
of the Deputy Sheriff's patrol car.

The wind whipped at Lydia's long auburn hair, her full breasts rippling 
and jouncing sensuously, her vindictive mind retracing the lustful 
events with Mark's young blonde wife, Jean Blakely, the night before. 
That the blonde girl had been discovered with her car in the ditch by a 
passing ranch hand, the lecherous Morgan had grinningly told her. And 
there wasn't the slightest doubt in the bachelorette's mind but that 
the blonde bitch would pretend loss of memory. How else was she going 
to get around telling the truth to her loving husband ... that she'd 
been out eating pussy and getting royally fucked by the ape-like, Link 
Morgan in the bargain? And how was she going to explain her grogged 
condition, except to blame it on the blow to her forehead? Lydia 
grinned to herself. The latter had been her idea, though she doubted 
that Jean would remember Link Morgan raising the egg with his huge fist 
before they'd sent her car into the ditch ... but they'd had to be sure 
...

Morgan, the lecherous bastard, he had the biggest, stiffest cock 
Lydia's ever seen on a man! And one of these days when she was hard-up 
enough, she was going to enjoy the whole solid length of it, but not 
until she'd glutted herself completely on Mark Blakely's ...! Christ, 
where was he anyway? By this time, she had usually spotted his car and 
could choose a point to intercept him ... at least, she was certain she 
could this morning with her horse, Gallant Red, beneath her. But ... 
but where in the hell was he ...?

*   *   *

In the wood, a half-mile or so off to the East, a pair of amber-glowing 
animal-eyes savagely followed the young horsewoman's every move, the 
golden medallion hanging from the german shepherd's massive throat 
making little tingling sounds against its suspending chain as the 
powerful beast loped in pace to the galloping horse.

Beside Caesar, raced another huge, more shaggy, wolf-like dog; its 
vicious fangs and seething grey eyes depicted its wild ferocity. Caesar 
had chosen the animal from the pack with definite purpose in his 
uncanny brain. She-of-the-sheep and the brute-man had mistreated his 
golden mate, and there had been no way that he, Caesar, could help her. 
Later, they had carried her away in a speeding thing, and try as he 
did, he could not follow their swiftness. Instead, he had returned to 
his pack, commanding the grey-one to follow him.

Now, she of the sheep moved in his world. It would be different, he 
instinctively knew, the most ancient of all precepts intuitively 
driving him ... lex talionis ... the law of retaliation ...!

*   *   *

Lydia couldn't help the irked uneasiness she was beginning to feel at 
not seeing Mark's car before this. Ordinarily, at this time of morning, 
he was buzzing along the backroads in regular patroling duty, and she 
would have spotted him at least a half-dozen times. Perhaps, he'd 
gotten tied up in town for a while ... or maybe the accident of his 
little bitch-wife had interfered with his schedule. Damn him, whatever, 
she had no intentions of returning to the ranch until she'd confronted 
him with the pictures in her pocket, then made her own demands! He was 
going to find out that lusty-Lydia usually got what she wanted ... and 
once she did, no one took it from her!

Damn ... she was hot, too! Riding western-style above the saddle for 
any distance had always exhausted her legs, and for the last ten-
minutes she'd been forced to re-seat herself, the provocative massaging 
to her naked young loins immediately re-firing her sensual excitement. 
If she kept it up she was going to slip into a series of uncontrollable 
orgasms for sure, and this morning she definitely did not want that to 
happen before she got to young Mark Blakely!

She reined the big roan to a halt, looking around for a vantage point 
where she could dismount and not readily be noticed, even by a chancing 
glance. The perfect place presented itself to her searching green-eyes 
... a tiny alcove with rock-formations, grass for Gallant Red, and a 
backdrop of dense wood. Pleased, the auburn-haired girl headed for it.

Swinging down from her mounts, Lydia loosely tethered Gallant Red 
behind a near-concealing rock, then surveyed the almost deserted, 
panoramic landscape. With the exception of a pick-up truck, she saw 
nothing moving, especially a black and white deputy sheriff car. 
Goddamn! She thought, reaching into her deep shirt-pockets. Feeling the 
pictures, she brought them out and began to lewdly examine them once 
more. God ... she was a deliciously beautiful young bitch, that Jean 
Blakely ... and the way she had licked and sucked her pussy under the 
influence of the mind warping LSD last night! Just the remembering 
thought sent tiny spasms of shimmering lust stabbing through her 
aroused young loins and heated, soft belly. It wasn't over between them 
yet, regardless of the outcome with Mark! She had to have more of the 
delectable young creature's cunt and tongue!

She sensed the uneasy pressure within her and glanced around for a 
place to relieve herself. Not wanting to curtail her view, she chose a 
small rock and moved behind it, lifting her leather skirt to lower 
herself into an obscenely squatting position, the group of pictures and 
negatives in her hand. She continued to glance at the salacious 
reproductions of their orgy while the gushing little stream flowing 
from her cunt sent further tingles of licentious arousal rippling 
through her. Relieving herself in the open this way had always turned 
her on, like a little girl squatting behind a bush in the front yard, 
certain that no one could see her ... but the wildly lust-charging 
snapshots in her hand were adding much to the sensation. Damn, there 
was something absolutely erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like 
this, she tremoringly thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten 
her moment of sensual delight ...

And she was still in that exposed, squatting stance when the vicious 
growl filled her ears like a building roar of thunder! Physically 
unmoving, Lydia Newell raised her widening, green-eyes in immediate 
apprehension, the huge german shepherd dog standing not ten-feet in 
front of her with its barred fangs gleaming, causing the blood in her 
veins to figuratively turn to ice! Had she not recognized the beast, 
she would have recognized the golden medallion that hung from her 
powerful neck!

Caesar! The wild-pack leader! Oh ... oh my dear Goddd!

The other greyish brute slunk from the shadow of the wood then, and 
Lydia heard the whimper chokingly bubble up from somewhere deep inside 
her. She started to move, her nakedly exposed legs growing numb from 
their now-strained position, but the herculean dog's warning snarl 
froze her there, and it was that very guttural sound that sent Gallant 
Red galloping off in the wild-eyed fright down the slope!

The immense brute moved sleekly toward her, fangs still bared, its 
amber-glowing eyes like something out of a Greek-myth as she squatted 
openly in her obscenely widespread position, the very fear of life and 
death raging through her! She fell backwards before the stalking, on-
coming beast, her frantic brain trying to conceive some way of 
passifying its ferocity! And then ... she remembered Annie Purcell, and 
what Jean Blakely had unwittingly told them the night before! Slowly, 
but intentionally, she raised her long legs, drawing them back to 
luridly present her nakedly exposed, young loins before the vicious 
brute. She even undulated them teasingly, as if she were offering them 
to a man, feeling the warm mud her urine and the earth had mushed 
beneath her lower, naked back!

God almighty! He'd kill her! Between them, they'd tear her to pieces! 
Uncontrollably, she whimpered aloud, the pictures falling from her hand 
in fear-filled desperation, nothing else mattering except that she come 
through this terror alive!

*   *   *

Caesar moved over and around her in hated rage. Mental flicks of 
similar anger from ages long passed flickered through his unearthly 
brain. He raised his head and growled once to bring the other shaggy-
haired beast who was his companion between her raised white legs. Fury 
rampaged within his powerful canine body. They had tormented his 
golden-one, used her in ways that greatly displeased him! This female 
one of the sheep was evil, and she must know his vengeance measure for 
measure! Lex talionis! Again, he commandingly growled, and the grey dog 
moved forward; his heavily parting tongue hanging wetly in anticipation 
from his open mouth ...

*   *   *

Never in her spoiled young life had Lydia Newell actually known true, 
rank fear! But she did at that moment, as she cringed her body down in 
the mud produced from her own urine, her shapely white legs drawn back, 
her trembling, taut buttocks raised to obscenely display her 
vulnerable, hair-fringed loins before the pair of feral brutes 
threateningly encircling her! She gasped in near-hysteria at the grey, 
wolfish animal moving between her lewdly drawn-back thighs, his huge, 
vicious-appearing head not inches above her nakedly defenseless vagina! 
She stole a frantic glance at the immobile statue of Caesar standing 
off to one-side as if judgingly watching, but then her eyes quickly 
fastened once more on the menacing beast centered between her widely-
parted legs!

"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped out as the wolf-like brute lowered its head 
and licked out with his hotly ravaging tongue, its wet heat saturating 
her helpless young loins like a sudden jolt of lightning! Twice more, 
she cried aloud in confused fright as the mighty dog obscenely flicked 
its wetly burning tongue into the sensitive intimacy of her unprotected 
cunt lips!

"Oooohhh ... oooooohhhh ... my God ... my God ...!" Lydia gutturally 
moaned, her entire panic-stricken body quaking uncontrollably beneath 
the beastial tonguing of the massive grey-dog! It sliced through the 
thinly moistened crevice separating the ragged, hair-lined lips of her 
cunt like a searing, flexible blade! With raised head and dreading 
eyes, she saw her teeny, erect clitoris frantically quivering! God, if 
it could scream, it would, she thought insanely as the brute continued 
to splay her pink cunt-flesh wide open with its hot, rapaciously 
licking tongue!

Oh Christ ... could it actually be happening? Two massive wild animals 
obscenely ravishing her ... yet, one simply watching while the other 
sensually destroyed her with its devastatingly working tongue! Oooohhhh 
...! She'd go mad from its inhuman licking of her cunt alone! Oooohhh! 
Ooohhhh ... somehow ... somehow, she had to keep control of herself! 
Wh-What would happen next? What ... what did they intend to do with her 
when they grew tired of this ...? Again, she anxiously glanced toward 
the mighty german shepherd with the medallion, knowing now that he ... 
it ... whatever, decided all things! It was unbelievable but true! The 
huge, handsome beast hadn't moved! He stood as if waiting ... waiting 
while the other licked and splayed her open, lewdly upthrust loins in 
calculated, mind-shattering ravishment!

God, in all truth, she felt as if she were being totally destroyed! As 
if she were standing judgement ... and there wasn't time to recount all 
the sins of her wicked young life! She began to toss her head from side 
to side in uncontrollable cadence to the grey dog's searingly swirling 
tongue claiming the tiniest secrets of her feverishly reacting cunt! 
Oooohhh ... oohhhh ... s-she would gladly give her soul to the lowest 
entity ... just as long as it didn't stop ... never, never stopped ...!

But it did! And all when a ferocious growl emitted from the waiting 
Caesar! Lydia felt her hesitant breaths suddenly knotting in her throat 
as she watched and waited wild-eyed to the movements of the powerful 
animals! She saw the wolfish dog back off, then lie down, rolling onto 
its back! Caesar moved behind her, incredibly nudging at the top of her 
head with his nose! They weren't gentle nudges, nor was his growl less 
than menacing! Fearfully, Lydia guessed at his meaning, immediately 
responding. She lowered her legs and raised up to her knees, feeling 
the continued pushes of Caesar's great head against her skirt-covered 
buttocks as she crawled upside down on all fours above the animal's 
huge pulsating genitals, her legs spread wide over his nose! Then she 
sensed the brute's head raise between her kneelingly spread thighs and 
once more begin to lick the burning, wet crevice of her open pussy, its 
fluid, wetly searing tongue spraying and licking up into her flushed 
cunt-lips with maddening intensity!

Oh God almighty! She'd cum a thousand times, this way, the auburn-
haired bachelorette thought wildly, reaching back to obscenely pull her 
leather skirt up as high as it would go and give the beast unhindered 
access! If only it didn't stop! Insanely rising sensations of 
unqualified lust were beginning to rage furiously through her hotly 
fired genitals and trembling belly to the massive animal's wildly 
ravishing tongue!

The further erotic excitement churned inside her as she felt the cool 
wetness of Caesar's nose sniffing back between her nakedly exposed 
buttocks! Abruptly his heated tongue made sensual contact with the 
tiny, puckered hole of her anus, then began to lick up and down the 
smooth, wide crevice, while the grey-one tongued incessantly at her 
inflamed cunt from below!

"Oooohhh ... oohhh God! They're licking my pussy and rectum at the same 
time!" Lydia coarsely groaned, sensing the powerful german shepherd's 
hotly snaking tongue-tip once more at the tiny puckered mouth of her 
asshole, the end of it curlingly attempting to worm its way up inside 
the sensitive, soft-fleshed lips! Oooohhh ... she was going to go right 
out of her mind with the unnatural lewd pleasure they were bringing her 
... and then she sensed the first bubble about to burst inside her! S-
She was going to cum like never before in her life ... yesss she was 
cuuuummmminnnngggg ...!

Her half-naked, young body, skirt pulled high up over her hips, 
convulsively jerked and writhed on her knees before the unceasing 
savagery of their hotly licking tongues, her legs and belly trembling 
in her erotically whirling bliss as shrill gasps of sensual delight 
squealed helplessly from her throat! Minutes later, while their lashing 
tongues contined to lave back between her nakedly grinding loins 
without let-up, she could feel herself cum again ... and yet again! Her 
brain beginning to deliriously whirl from the intense strain down 
between her widesplit thighs! Uninteligible whimpers and babblings 
tumbled from her slackened lips as the oral rape to her screaming loins 
endlessly went on!

In fact, she hardly noticed the presence of strong, furry forepaws 
suddenly clutching tightly at her defenseless upraised hips ... not 
until the hot, hardness of his massive animal-body brushed against the 
soft, smooth skin of her nakedly exposed buttocks cheeks! Oooohhh ...! 
Caesar had mounted her from behind!

Rather than fear or shame, the glazed emerald-eyes of the sensuously 
aroused girl swam in lurid salaciousness, lewdly pictured memories of 
Jean Blakely's wanton admissions the night before racing through her 
mind! "He fucks me so wonderfully ... and his cock is so long and thick 
and hard ...!"

Excitedly, Lydia twisted her head to look back, trying to catch sight 
of his animal-penis ... and she did! In his upright position, clinging 
with powerful front legs to the rounded arch of her nakedly defenseless 
hips, she saw his huge, scarlet cock slipping from its heavy sheath, 
the pointed tip of the excitedly hardened shaft meaningfully glistening 
and jerking back between her openly spread asscheeks! Oh ... oh God! I-
It was unbelievable ... like a beveled spear of gradually thickening 
cock-flesh that seemed to have no ending to it! In wanton fascination, 
she stared, watching it continue to grow out of the protective sheath, 
the brute's massive testicles seeming to grow and bloat with his 
animal-sperm right before her eyes! God almighty! He ... it, they, were 
beautiful!

The beastial spectacular in itself was sufficient with the hotly 
goading tongue of the sprawled animal beneath her savagely lapping her 
frenzied cunt to trigger yet another climax! Spastically, her entire 
young body trembled with the violent sensations shrieking ecstatically 
through it! Her brain struggled in its vortex of lust! How many cums 
was this? Three ... four ... more? God, she was losing all sense of 
perspective! Her whole being insanely quivered ... as if she'd been 
milked of her spinal fluid! She was truly going to go completely insane 
before they were finished with her ... but ... but she had to have his 
cock ... his tremendous, long, thick animal-cock plunging brutally up 
into her belly ...!

In her drained, mind-shattering state, it was long moments before Lydia 
realized the mounting Caesar's intentions! And when she did, her 
reaction was automatic! The drawing upward of his huge and pointed 
animal-penis between her widespread buttocks might have warmed her 
under normal conditions, but there was nothing normal involved in this 
unnatural, beastial gang rape of her open young genitals!

Good God! He intended to fuck her in the rectum with it! There wasn't 
any question with the way its hardened, wet point was probing along the 
softly yielding crevice separating the whitely trembling mounds of her 
upthrusted buttocks. He intended to sodomize her!

For the first time since the beginning of their intoxicating 
ravishment, total utter horror filled the helpless, auburn-haired girl! 
Of all things she had ever sexually desired and been a part of, sodomy 
had never been one! The thought alone was enough to make her cry out, 
and she did, frantically, with pleading eyes, looking back at the 
mighty german shepherd mounting her.

"Oh ... oh no, God ... please don't ...?" she openly begged, as if she 
were addressing a human male. "Ooohhh ... please ... no ... no ...?"

But there was no mercy in the burning amber-orbs that glared down at 
her. Instead, she saw a baring of fangs and heard the condeming growl 
that spat vicously from his medallioned throat!

God, it was almost as if he were punishing her for something, Lydia 
incredulously reasoned! But that was insane! He was just a dog ... a 
wild dog ... yet, could it be possible that he'd seen her ... she and 
Link with Jean Blakely the night before? W-Was he about to repay her 
for that ...?

"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped out, the presence of his cock-tip caressing her 
tiny sensitive anal lips in brushing little strokes sending cringing 
sensations of confused dread racing through her! They continued, his 
swollen animal-hardness taunting the tiny mouth as it relentlessly 
probed for its cruel, ass-splitting entry. Frantically, she clenched 
her sphincter muscles tight, determined to fight him as the wet, 
beveled point pressed hotly forward and wormed cruelly up between the 
vainly resisting outer lips of her tiny asshole!

"Oh God, Caesar, no! No, please, don't do it?" Lydia heard herself 
whimperingly beg ...!

There was a punishing growl first, and then it happened, her futile 
clenched rectal muscles giving way, like a thin barricade of useless 
silk before an onslaughting army! She intensely felt the tapered length 
of his huge cock moistly penetrating the tiny, begudgingly stretching 
hole of her ass just as if she had rotated her finger around up inside 
with vasoline and lubricated it for him! Slowly, the hardened, burning 
rod of animal-flesh ploughed deeper and deeper up into her virginal 
rectum, ever-expanding the now thinly stretched outer lips as she 
gasped and whimpered before the unnatural intrustion into the warm, 
rubbery depths of her inhumanly splitting back passage!

*   *   *

Warm feeling of vehement retribution soared through Caesar's powerful 
body as he hunched his loins forward with intentional slowness, 
gradually submerging his heavily hardened animal-cock deep up into the 
forbidden rear passage of her human, female being! Some thing had 
instructed him accordingly, yet he knew not what ... only why. This 
evil female, she of the sheep, had to be punished in the most degrading 
and painful way possible, and she would be!

Nevertheless, the grasping heat of her human, female inner-flesh around 
his deeply slithering penis sparked lewdly growing-sensations of 
bestial sexuality in his taut body that boiled in his loins! Fleeting 
pictures of time immemorial raced through his near-human intelligence, 
though the wild canine part of him refused to acknowledge this! He saw 
only the replica of his golden-haired one's being nakedly helpless body 
being misused and by this human bitch and her companion and moved in 
closer behind the uncovered, secret body of the white female-human 
before him! Evil, she was, and there was an inbred way to meet 
evilness! Hadn't he had to do the same with bitches of his own pack 
...?

*   *   *

"Oooohhhhh ...!" Lydia still kneeling on all fours over the grey, 
shaggy haired dog's reclining body, rasped in her completely sensuous 
world of pain-pleasure! The insane licking of her heatedly splayed 
inner-cunt from below had never ceased, even while the forbidden 
invasion of her tiny, defenseless ass-hole took place! Her nearly-
unnerved brain could barely cope with the confused sensations racing 
through it! And then, suddenly, she was aware of Caesar behind her 
increasing the speed of his lewd hunching of his loins up between her 
open ass cheeks and fucking into her vainly resisting rectal channel 
like the beast he was!

She felt the pointed tip of his animal-cock grazing at the very 
underside of her hot belly, up inside, as well as the swollen length of 
his cone-shaped hardness ruthlessly expanding the snug mouth of her 
once tiny unstretched asshole!

"Aaaauuuggghhh!" she grunted, head thrown back to the vicious shock of 
stabbing pain screeching through her! With a wrenching lurch, she 
desperately tried to shake the impaling rod of scorching animal-cock 
from her deeply pierced rectum, but the effect was useless! As she 
grunted again and strained as though to pass gas to rid herself of the 
agonizing invasion, Caesar's fierce warning growl filled her ears, 
while his hairy forepaws savagely clutched at her soft, naked hips, and 
he began to pump furiously into her from behind!

Along with her own pained babblings, Lydia heard the beast's deep-
chested whimpers as he hammered with unmerciful rhythm up into the now 
soft yielding confines of her back passage. The savage, incessantly 
working tongue of the brute-head up between her kneed-out thighs 
lessened the torture with its hot hungry licking of her now, greedily 
throbbing cunt. Gradually the pain became more bearable, though it was 
still a tormenting blend of misery and weird stimulation. She felt 
saturated with wetness back between the entire area of her buttocks and 
loins, and also felt never-before emotion of debasing shame and 
humilation. God, to be forcibly sodomized was in itself degrading and 
perverse enough, but by a raping, wild animal ...!

Yet, everytime she tried to think, her spinning brain blanked to the 
flesh-ripping thrusts jolting her ever more forward, until at last her 
pain-contorted face was brushing down against the huge hardened animal-
cock of the sprawled dog beneath her! In her agony, she hadn't noticed 
the scarlet rod of swollen flesh emerging slowly from its furry sheath! 
The sight of it, long and thick and obscenely naked fired a new, more 
lewd passion inside her! She sensed her nakedly upraised buttocks 
squirming unconciously and of their own violation back onto Caesar's 
huge punishing hardness, a masochistic feeling of depraved joy boiling 
wierdly up in her belly! While she stared downward at the wet length of 
jerking penis, she began to undulate her body, moving her obscenely 
spread buttocks in tiny, lewdly accepting circles back onto his 
powerfully hammering cock, wishing she could see it vanishing up into 
the wide stretched little hole of her anus. But she could feel it 
reaming the soft rubbery depths, plowing and expanding the resilient 
hot flesh deep inside her rectum! She could even feel his bloated, 
sperm-filled balls slapping heavily down against her flushed cunt-lips 
where the wolfish dog's never-ceasing tongue licked at the raging 
nerve-ends of her seething pussy flesh!

She felt less than human ... no more than a bitch animal herself, 
suddenly reveling in her obscenely sandwiched position between two wild 
beasts that were vilely defiling her with cock and tongue! Her brain 
screamed, her nakedly grinding buttocks yielding before Caesar's hot, 
battering body, fiis huge rod of hardness racing up into the very 
depths of her feverishly tingling asshole, while her soft belly and 
inflamed cunt quaked and tremored to the mind-shattering tongue 
plundering wetly up into her open cunt from below! She gaped down at 
the huge animal-cock not inches beneath her! Her hand, beyond her 
conscious control now, sought it, feeling the beast lurch as she 
wrapped her human fingers around its wet, scarlet thickness, finally 
sliding them downward along the hardened rod to cup its base and the 
brute's bloated, cum-filled balls!

Bitch, she was ... yes ... yes! The auburn-haired girl insanely moaned 
as she lowered her head and opened her lush, tongue-moistened lips, her 
green-eyes glazing when she slid them down over the hot, beveled tip, 
working her curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her 
mouth was filled to the stretching point with the wild sweet-tasting 
animal-cock! Blindly, she locked her eager lips around it and 
immediately the sprawled dog began to obscenely pump his loins upward 
into her face, causing her to almost gag as it shot to the back of her 
throat then down, its entire length nearly disappearing between her 
hungry, ovally nursing lips!

Voraciously, Lydia sucked, her lust-glutted mind totally devoid of 
reality. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head up and 
down, her tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden sleekness of 
his huge animal-penis! Her soft hand warmly cupped and caressed his 
massive, cum-filled balls, while at the same time she thrust her naked 
buttocks back in rhythm onto the growing hardness of Caesar's furiously 
plunging cock completely stuffing the stretched channel of her ass!

Oh Christ ...! What would it taste like ... its cum? Less than human? 
Gamey? Sweet? Tangy! As hot and pungent as Mark's? God, it didn't 
matter now! She wanted it ... wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth 
... to swallow his animal jism, feeling it dribbling down her throat, 
filling her raging belly just as Caesar's massive cock pummeling into 
her maddeningly stretched rectum was going to fill her bowels to the 
bursting point from behind! Together, they could drown her in their 
scalding, beast-sperm and ... and she would cum like a boiling geyser! 
A-Any minute now ...! Ooohhh ... she wanted them all to cum together 
... together ...!

She sensed the-oncoming explosion of the wolfish brute beneath her, its 
hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it! It's 
tongue ceased in the blazing, wet crevice of her inflamed cunt, a weird 
whine come from down between her wide-spread legs as the first squirt 
of animal-cum gushed hotly up into her greedily working mouth! Then, it 
spurted an unending stream squirting from it! Lustfully, she swallowed 
in thick hungrily absorbing gulps, locking her lips tightly around the 
rhythmically ejaculating cock, determined not to lose the tiniest drop 
of the fiery cascading liquid!

Caesar growled fiercely from deep in his powerful throat. 
Uncontrollably, Lydia whimpered around the brute-cock slowly deflating 
in her mouth, feeling the thickly boiling liquid of Caesar's animal-
sperm shoot far up into her rectum, and detonating her own final, 
shattering climax! Delicious spasms of insane release frantically 
rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his huge, 
hardened animal-cock as it incessantly squirted its load of wild, 
burning semen deep, deep up into her eager, inwardly sucking bowels!

On and on it went, like some pagan ritual performed as an offering to 
the devil himself, human gasps and animal growls filling the morning 
air in that alter-like alcove ... until finally it was over, and the 
disheveled auburn-haired girl was left lying obscenely spread out on 
the earthen spot dampened by her own urine. Once, she raised her head 
to look around as a gasping tremor seized her half-naked young body in 
its lewdly splayed position. She was alone ... quite alone ...! ... And 
then, she remembered, clambering to her knees to frantically search 
around her ...! They were gone ... gone! The bastard ... the goddamned 
animal bastard! He'd taken the pictures between his teeth and 
vengefully loped away!



Chapter 9


Mark Blakely was roused from a sound sleep shortly after noon by a 
keyed-up Steve Foster furiously shaking the exhausted young deputy, at 
the same time rasping in a coarse whisper: "For Christ sake, wake up 
will you, guy? Wake up ... all hell's broken loose ...!"

"Wha ...? What's wrong?" Mark confusedly stammered, bolting upright in 
the guest-room bed to stare blankly at his obviously distraught friend. 
"What the hell is it ...?"

"Easy, keep your voice down!" Steve gestured with his hand, still 
speaking under his breath. "I don't think we should upset the girls 
with it ...! Lydia Newell, she was attacked and gang raped this morning 
by two dogs from the wild-pack ... right in broad daylight, for 
Christ's sake! The whole fucking town is up-in-arms ...!"

"Jesus ...!" Mark swore, his trained mind quickly shedding the web of 
sleep, his mental capacities immediately beginning to function. He 
swung from the bed and grabbed at the clothes he'd left draped over a 
chair. "Fill me in fast! How is Lydia?"

"Taking it well enough as near as I could make out," the red-bearded 
writer replied in hushed tone, stepping back and nervously lighting a 
cigarette while Mark dressed. "I was at the high school trying to talk 
to the Purcell girl when I saw this red sports car come screaming 
crazily into town. It figured to be something, so I jumped back into my 
wagon and followed it to the Town Hall. This slick, auburn-haired chick 
jumped out and ran, half staggering, inside to the Chief of Police's 
office with me and a half-dozen others not ten-feet behind her! Then, 
we all heard her spill it to Morgan! She'd been horseback riding, 
stepped down for a rest, and suddenly this Caesar bastard and another 
wild-mutt charged out of the woods and attacked her ... just like 
that!"

"Two of them!" Mark half-choked. "She said they both raped her?"

"That's what she implied ... chased her horse off and went at her!" 
Steve said, his eyes lighting with unhidable flecks of excitement at 
the thought. "Said she had to walk some three-miles back to her ranch 
... and she looked pretty disheveled, all right ...

"How about her mental state?" Mark questioned, running a comb through 
his hair, then buckling on his holstered weapon.

"Christ, that was the part that got me, Mark!" Steve replied. "She was 
as composed as a queen at a coronation! Refused to see Doc Emory, or be 
treated in any way ... just raging, fucking mad is all, and demanding 
that something be done!"

"That figures," Mark hissed drily, never surprised at any reaction from 
the stone-hearted girl who treated others as subservient, personal 
possesions. But ... but raped by two of those wild bastards ...! 
Christ, if this was any indication of what could happen ... ? "She was 
sure one of them was Caesar?"

"She swore one animal had a Roman medallion around its neck!" Steve 
answered, then: "Goddamn, Mark ... how do a pair of dogs, wild or any 
other kind, fuck a woman? Shit, I mean ... not only the actual 
approach, but where the hell does intelligence ... the motivation come 
from?"

Mark ignored his guest's question. It struck too close to home. 
Instead, he said: "You're right about keeping it from the girls. Jean's 
in no condition for this kind of jolt. How is she, anyway, have you 
seen her?"

"I looked in. She's resting and Carol's with her."

"Good. We'll give them a little story and head down town," Mark said, 
scooping up his hat. "I don't like the sound of things at all, Steve. 
That wild-sonofabitch, Caesar ... the brute's gone too far attacking 
Aaron Newell's daughter! God knows, any woman in the valley would have 
been horrible enough, but Lydia Newell! Damnit, what I've been trying 
to avoid all along may be well out of control now!"

"You mean, a hunting posse?" Steve pressed, butting his cigarette.

"I mean a bunch of drunken wild-men swarming over the hills and 
shooting at everything that moves!" Mark bitterly snapped, remembering 
the death of his own father ...!

*   *   *

The bond of intimacy so fervidly born between Jean and Carol only hours 
before had brought a new dimension to their relationship that Jean 
neither understood, nor intended to question. She was solely contented 
that it existed. A warm smile, or an affectionate touch from Carol was 
sufficient to keep her new exciting emotions simmering without 
blatantly racing into a sensual consummation. That would simply happen 
at precisely the proper moment, she felt certain, and it would be 
beautifully fulfilling between them! As well, the blonde young wife was 
confident that their liaison would have no effect on their marriages; 
they both loved their husbands too much and were intellectual enough to 
understand the infatuating workings of bisexuality!

Privately, each had chosen separate moments to contemplate their 
revealed, sensuous feeling toward the other, but it was only Jean who 
tried to truly analyze them. Her long-time friend needed no self-
acknowledgement: she had always been a little hot-box, and as well she 
had forever harbored secret lesbian desires toward Jean. Besides, her 
voluptuous blonde friend was not, after all, the first girl in her 
swinging life, was she ...!

With Jean Blakely, her short interval of avid soul-searching had been 
somewhat different. Convinced now that she had been under the influence 
of some drug the night before, probably LSD, she was unceasingly 
conscious of the wanton passion it had unleashed within her, for 
lustful desire still smoldered in her warm belly and moistened loins 
like banked, hot coals, as if waiting to be stoked into roaring flames 
once more! Her mind continuously filled with vivid mental pictures of 
her own naked performance, her face lewdly nuzzled in Lydia Newell's 
exposed, wet loins, their heat, aroma, and taste as graphic to her 
senses as if she were still enframed between those long, white legs! 
God, was it any wonder that she should turn to beautiful Carol, her 
oldest and dearest friend, with such forbidden cravings awakened inside 
her?

Jean couldn't help but think of the many warning articles she had read 
concerning the hallucinogenic acid, of its untimely reoccurances, a 
chilling little tremor rippling through her young body as she lie there 
in the bed. Supposing that happened to her and she uncontrollably went 
into a ... a fit of lesbian lust ...? God forbid, but should it happen, 
there was no one she'd rather have with her to make love to than, 
darling Carol! She had protected her, avoiding Mark's questions, even 
washed and cleansed away Link Morgan's raping sperm from her ... her 
drenched pussy ...!

God, she was getting all hot again just thinking and remembering! If 
Carol was in there with her at that very moment ... but she wasn't; 
Jean could hear her washing dishes in the kitchen, and she, herself, 
was supposed to be napping, getting needed rest according to Doc Emory. 
That sweet old darling. Had he known ... suspected? If he had, he 
hadn't shown it ... simply blamed it all on the bump she'd received to 
her forehead ... the throbbing lump she'd gotten from Link Morgan's 
huge fist when they thoght she was unconscious!

Damn them both! Why had they done it to her? It made no sense at all! 
Oh ... she knew she was doing wrong in not telling Mark everything, but 
how could she? Even knowing the way they had drugged her, would he ever 
understand her uncontrollable acts with Lydia Newell? Link Morgan's 
raping her was one thing; though she hated to think what her husband 
would do to the vile brute if he knew! But he'd understand that wasn't 
her fault! With Lydia, she felt certain there'd be no such forgiveness! 
How many times had she heard him say that homosexual acts couldn't be 
forced onto anyone with an ounce of backbone! And he so deplored even 
the thought that up until the night with Caesar, she had been afraid to 
attempt oral sex with him, her own husband ...!

Caesar ...! Her wonderful animal-lover ... she hoped he was all right 
... and now, she knew he had come on Carol's first night there, just as 
she'd suspected. Another shivering tremor rippled through her, but this 
time a warm, sensuous one as she remembered what Carol had told her. 
Accompanying it, was an undeniable feeling of jealous envy she wished 
didn't exist, but it did. Carol had sucked him ... actually sucked her 
handsome animal-lover's wonderful cock until she had made him come in 
her mouth! Oh damn, she was so hot ... so hot! Why didn't Carol come 
in, she feverishly thought, smoothing her small hands down over her 
sensitively moving breasts and belly, finally cupping the gossamery 
feeling puffiness of the moistened, hair-fringed crevice between her 
limply spread thighs ... caressing and gently pressuring until at last, 
she dozed into an uneasy, mind-spinning sleep ...

*   *   *

"Goddamnit! Something's gotta be done, Blakely, before that vicious 
pack sweeps down and rapes half the wives and daughters in the valley 
in one mad orgy!" Link Morgan bitterly roared to the agreeing multitude 
of male voices gathered in the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern. "We've 
waited long enough for your fucking conservationists to show! This 
time, it was Lydia Newell, and no less than a pair ... two of the wild 
bastards! Christ, Aaron Newell's daughter! What the hell'll happen next 
if we don't take action ourselves ...?"

"You know you're off-limits, Link!" Mark barked sharply, while Steve, 
behind him, began to scribble notes. "You've got to give the 
authorities time to get men up here ...!"

"And in the meantime, we just stand around and let those savage brutes 
attack and rape our women, eh, Mark?" someone in the group sounded out, 
the pointed question rousing a clamor of liquor-raged agreement.

Mark raised his hands. "Now wait a minute, all of you! Wait ...! Hold 
it down! Let me finish ...!" They quieted verbally, but the tensioned 
atmosphere let the Deputy Sheriff realize he was fighting a losing 
battle. "Some of you men here have seen ... ridden with a no-head nor 
tail posse ... a band of whiskey-soaked, frantic men with loaded 
weapons ... firing at every leaf moving or, breaking twig! I don't have 
to tell you that innocent people, animals, whatever, can die from that 
insane action! That's why I'm asking you to wait for the 
conservationists. They'll be here right away ... perhaps tomorrow ...!"

"Tomorrow's too late, Mark!" someone shouted. "At least, it's too late 
for me! I've got two teenaged daughters and a wife to protect, and I 
don't intend to do it after they've been raped!"

"Right! Abe's right!" another threw in, until finally the entire, 
unruly group was in accord.

"Maybe, they've got a point, Mark!" Steve hissed into his ear. "Damn, 
what would you do?"

"Not this, for Christ's sake!" the determined deputy snapped back at 
his friend. "Use your head ... a band of drunken men with weapons in 
those hills? You ever seen a swarm of hopped-up soldiers attacking an 
objective and wind up shooting at each other ...? Well, I have ... and 
if I can, I'm going to avoid it here! As well-meaning as these men are, 
they're in no mental condition to go out there ...!"

"Blakely! Blakely!" It was link Morgan's gruff voice. "It's three 
o'clock in the afternoon on the twenty-third of June! We'll give you 
until seven o'clock this night ... the twenty-third of June, to produce 
your tree-planters! If they're not there by then, we ride!"

Again, the outburst of agreement re-echoed through the bar room.

"You're ... you're leading these men into certain trouble, Chief 
Morgan!" Mark shouted at the top of his lungs. "Leading them into 
certain trouble. You know the law as well as I do ... or should! I 
order you not to do this ...!"

"To hell with you, Mark!" someone half-screamed. "They're our wives and 
daughters ... not yours!"

Once more, the agreeing men shouted their yeas!

"That's it, Deputy!" Link Morgan roared. "You've heard the mandate of 
the people! Seven o'clock, and that's it! We've been more than patient, 
waiting for state help! No one can condemn us for protecting out homes 
and families! My own niece was the first, and I've waited this long! No 
longer! Seven o'clock, Blakely ... then we saddle up, regardless of the 
consequences ...!"

The overwhelming shouts and backslaps to Link Morgan let Mark know that 
he'd done little but gain a few hours grace. For a moment, he watched 
the teeming assemblage of liquored, up-tight men crowding around the 
big police chief, then he turned and walked from the Inn.

Steve Foster, directly behind him, caught up and said: "Christ, Mark, 
their point is well taken, you know! How would you feel if it was Jean 
that was threatened ...?"

"You think, goddamnit, that I don't know?" he stopped short and spat at 
his friend. "Put down that fucking pencil for a minute, Foster, and do 
some figuring! You have any idea what that mob is going to look like, 
be like, act like, by seven o'clock tonight? And carrying loaded guns?"

"Well ... I suppose ...

"You suppose shit!" Mark spat, hating himself for taking it out on his 
best-friend, despising the knowing that he'd lost, aware that there'd 
be no state help for two days hence, and not blaming the men for the 
course of action they were going to take! Christ! Wouldn't he like to 
ride with them? Put a bullet right between that german shepherd's wife-
fucking eyes! But he couldn't ... wouldn't, and at the last minutes 
he'd still try to stop them. That was his job ...!

"I'm sorry, Mark," Steve said, walking along beside him and climbing 
into the patrol car. "Don't get me wrong. I'm all for law and order ... 
but hell, man, there's never been anything like this I just think of 
myself ... and Carol ... the same way those men must think of their 
wives and daughters, eh?"

"I know ... I know! You think it's easy for me, buddy? If you only knew 
...!" Mark heard himself unwillingly admit. "Forget it! Let's just not 
talk about it!"

"O-Okay ... where, we going?" the red-bearded writer questioned.

"Rounds ... specific traipsing I have to perform every day in order to 
fulfill my role as protector of the peace!" Mark bitterly answered.

"Wh-What about the conservationists?" Steve put to him.

"They won't be here. They're two days off ... and maybe a millennium 
too late!"

The smaller man gaped at him. "And you knew that all along ...?"

"Anything to stall for time."

"But ... but what happens at seven o'clock?" Steve shot.

"Who the hell knows? I try again, is all ..."

Steve Foster tugged out a cigarette and lighted it. His whole frame 
trembled with the excitement involving him. Christ, it was an 
unbelievable story! What the hell kind of a lead-in would he ever open 
with? "Listen ... Mark ... if they ride, I'm going with them!" he said, 
watching the other's face.

His friend nodded. "I figured that ... but just don't be surprised if 
you wind up with your head in your hands!"

"Oh ... oh shit, what the hell ... Steve gurgled, sucking deeply at his 
cigarette.



Chapter 10


Caesar was confronted with no problem in quietly slipping into the 
town, even though the shadows had only begun to grow long. The sinking 
sun's light still glowed brightly on the horizon as the massive german 
shepherd sought himself a vantage point of hiding and froze into 
immobility, watching the furor and waiting.

Human males chaotically stumbled about the central place where speeding 
things sat unmoving and many waiting horses awkwardly stomped and 
shied. Occasionally, they whinnied, their eyes uneasy to the human 
clamor about them. Patiently, the powerful dog evaluated. He read the 
meaning of the long things that were man-formed of iron and wood, 
knowing the ugly flame they belched and the painful death they brought. 
Humans roared their communicative sounds to one another with loud, ugly 
throats as they staggered toward the frightened horses. Caesar saw the 
brute-man then, and seconds later, he, of the golden one!

Carefully, the massive wild dog appraised. He quickly read the 
animosity between the two male humans, the brute-man's throat-roars 
unnatural, as if he had eaten of the wild grass that distorted the 
instincts! He was waving his limbs and roaring, while the golden-one's 
human mate stood quiet and tall. Then, the brute-man turned away, the 
others with him, to climb onto the restless horses while his golden 
female's companion stood unmoving ...!

Intuitively, Caesar was aware that he had been right! What he and the 
grey-one had done to she, of the sheep, had brought this about. But he 
had no concern for the welfare of his pack this night; he had concealed 
them well and left them with ample food. They would lie well-hidden 
from the cruel marauding of the brute-men and his wild-pack ...!

A cracking sound that sharply rent the ending day caused Caesar's 
reflexes to instantly tense! Even as they did, he saw the fire spurt 
from one long thing and another male human clutch at his upper-leg, 
reeling and almost falling from the recoiling horse! Humans rushed 
toward him, including the golden-one's he, catching him before he fell, 
while others led by the brute-men, tore the long thing away from the 
unsteady male, pulling him, too, from a horse!

This, the keen-instincted german shepherd knew was not meant to be! 
Confusion dominated once more! He sensed his sleek muscles relaxing. He 
would wait and watch; there was ample time before he went to the 
sleeping place of his golden mate!

*   *   *

"What does it mean, Mark?" Jean anxiously questioned. "Will they call 
the posse off?"

"I'm hoping to hell they'll get some sense after that," Mark sighed, 
gazing down at his blonde-haired wife's concerned face, then 
uncontrollably letting his eyes rake downward over her curvaceous young 
body so provocatively outlined by the thin, satin sheet. Christ, he'd 
like to crawl in there with her for at least ten minutes ...!

"We shouldn't waste any time, Mark," Steve Foster clipped his thoughts 
short. "You said you wanted to check with Doc Emory on how bad Abe was 
hurt ..."

"Yeah ... yeah, we better get going," the big deputy agreed, tearing 
his eyes from his voluptuously outlined young wife.

"What about your dinners?" Carol put in. "You characters think that 
I've been cooking for the fun of it ...?"

"Sorry, Baby," Steve said, grabbing his wife and planting a fast kiss 
on her mouth. "This is the biggest story I've ever covered!"

"Well, bully for you! I hope you starve to death ...!"

Jean said: "Mark, when will you be home?"

He bent and kissed her, then, in a soft voice: "Damnit, I don't know, 
Baby. I was hoping that this accidental shooting would halt these 
liquor-crazed men ... but instead, it's just fired them more! They're 
claiming if it wasn't for the wild pack, Abe Reynolds would never've 
been shot! They're like a bunch of animals out there ... and I've got 
to do everything I can to keep them from going into those hills ...!"

"Mark, please?" his luscious, blonde wife pleaded. "I need you tonight, 
really need you!" she almost whimpered, wrapping her arms around his 
neck. "If I ever needed you ... it's tonight, Darling ...!"

"Honey, Honey ... Christ!" the young deputy gasped, untangling himself 
from her grip. "If I could, I would stay with you, Baby ... but I 
can't! You've got to understand ... at least, try! These drunken 
maniacs ... someone could get killed out there tonight! I've got to do 
my best to stop them! Please, Baby ... try to understand ...?"

And then, he was upright, ignoring her and looking at his watch.

"What time is it?" Steve anxiously questioned.

"Almost nine. Doc should have the bullet out of him by now," Mark 
replied. "We better get back there ..."

"I'm still going with them if they ride, Mark!" the red-bearded writer 
said. "You understand ...?"

"Forget it. Let's keep them from killing each other if we can ...!"

The two wives remained silently by, one staring from her bed, the other 
near her as they gaped at the empty doorway, listening to their 
respective husbands leave the house without further word to them.

"Are you hungry, Baby?" Carol, with a touch of rising anticipation to 
her voice, asked.

"I-I was, but ... but ..."

Carol smiled. "I understand, Honey. Me too, though I don't know why. By 
this time, I should think we'd both be familiar with this sort of 
evening."

"D-Do you really ever get used to their being gone at all hours?" Jean 
wondered aloud, terribly upset that her young husband hadn't realized 
the importance of her physical need for him tonight above everything. 
God ... had she made a mistake in marrying him, even loving him as she 
did? "N-Never knowing where they are ... when, or if, they're coming 
home ...?"

"Hmmmpff ... after a couple years of marriage to an idiot-writer like 
I've got, you get damned well used to it," the willowy brunette 
replied, though with a little smile of deep affection radiating in her 
incandescent eyes. She reached down then with one soft hand and gently 
grazed her fingertips along Jean's smooth cheek. "Anyway ... I'm just 
as pleased to have you all to myself tonight, Baby."

A sensuous tremor of arousal fluttered through the tormented young 
wife's thinly covered curves at the warm contact and the undeniable 
meaning behind her dearest friend's words. She smiled upward with 
quickly incited desire at the sparkling-eyed girl, tenderly ... 
needingly, taking her slender hand and brushing her soft cheek with it. 
"I ... I love that thought, Carol darling! I really love it!" she 
throatily whispered.

The supple, raven-haired Carol, felt a shiver of delight ripple upward 
along her spine. God ... should she? Should she ...! At what cost ...? 
Yet, she heard herself say, "Beautiful, Baby ... I'm disgusted with the 
thought of eating, too! Let the damned roast-beef harden into a nice, 
fat lump for them!"

"T-There's better things to eat than roast-beef ..." Jean pointedly 
rasped, almost blushingly shying her eyes from the other's heated gaze.

The darling! The beautiful, luscious creature, Carol ardently thought! 
God almighty ... was it really going to happen ... after all these 
years? She swallowed tightly, and said: "I-I thought maybe I'd undress 
and get in beside you ... that we could trade a few more intimate 
secrets, Baby ... amongst other things ... that is if you're sure you'd 
like to ..."

"Oh ... oh, God yes! I'd like ... want that, Carol darling! I do ... I 
do!" Jean enthusiastically whimpered, once more brushing her silken-
skinned cheek against her beautiful friend's soft, warm hand, while the 
persistent sensations gnawing hotly down at her loins and belly quickly 
fanned the bed of banked coals into sensuously licking flames!

*   *   *

Caesar lingered long enough to see them assemble once more, climb onto 
the fear-filled horses and ride away with the brute-man leading them, 
though he cared little. He then watched his golden-mate's human male 
disappear into his speeding thing and swiftly leave toward the hills. 
Momentarily, he wondered at the human intellect!

The streets lay deserted before him. No posted humans guarded as in the 
past. Had he chose, his pack could hunt and ravage at will! He 
instinctively knew these things as he trotted along familiar ways 
toward his destination, unfathomable arousal mounting within his 
massive, feral body as he approached the shelter of his golden mate. 
Then, he saw the glow from the glass opening ... saw that the glass was 
raised as if in open invitation and moved stealthily toward it!

Soundlessly, Caesar placed his forepaws on the sill and raised himself. 
He saw them then, his golden-haired one and she of the fired-eyes and 
hungry lips who had pleased him so well with her mouth the other night! 
They lay beside one another on the sleeping place, very close, 
entwined, even their mouths meeting and clinging, and they were both 
uncovered beneath the white cloth. Their legs squirmed, their feeling 
portions moving over each other's young-feeding mounds, the sibilant 
sounds reaching him from them letting the mighty animal know that 
warmth and affection existed between them!

Excitement at the visual closeness of their association hotly inspired 
him! The powerful animal licked at his chops as natural fervor flushed 
in his vigorous loins! Soundlessly, he eased up through the opened way, 
still laving his long, saliva-moistened tongue over his opened mouth as 
he stared at the unaware female humans!

Jean saw him before he ever whimpered! "Caesar ... darling!" she 
gasped, tearing herself free and sitting upright to hold her arms wide 
open as the great dog leaped onto the bed and moved forward to 
affectionately lick his tongue over her happily smiling face!

"Oh my beautiful baby!" she gasped, hugging his medallioned neck 
tightly, which Carol, sitting erect beside her, smiled as if a long 
lost lover had just come home!

"God!" the naked, willowy brunette gasped. "He's so beautiful!"

"Yes, Yes!" Jean hissed, flattening the resilient white mounds of her 
whitely bared breasts against him, kissing his huge furry head and 
passionately clinging to him. "He's the most beautiful creature in the 
whole world!"

"I know ... I know ... I think I love him, too!" Carol throatily 
exclaimed, running her slender hand over the mighty animal's darkened 
mane, both girls the more incited by their stimulating nakedness they 
had sensually stripped each other to in their mounting, sexual desires!

"Oh, you sweet darling ... you've come to love me, haven't you?" Jean 
uncontrollably breathed. "Haven't you, my lover?"

Carol heard the mighty beast whimper, almost as if he understood Jean's 
words! God, it was unheard-of ... but she knew it was so! 
Subconsciously, she stroked a hand over the smoothly rounded firmness 
of her own full breast, thrilling to the feel of its tingling, hardened 
little nipple; then, she said: "Do it, Darling! Get up on your knees so 
he can do it to you from behind! That's why he's come! He ... he wants 
to fuck you!"

Carol's lustful words raked through Jean's passion-infused brain like 
white-hot barbs! "Yes ... yes ... that's what he wants, isn't it! To 
... to fuck me like he's done before!" she gasped hotly, the sound and 
using of the luridly graphic, four-letter word like a bellows to the 
licking flames in her trembling belly and feverishly moistened loins! 
She scrambled about in the bed, quickly getting onto hands and knees, 
unhesitatingly spreading her long white legs and full young thighs wide 
apart toward him! Lowering her head and shoulders, she eagerly looked 
back from her obscenely assumed position to see her animal-lover's 
glowing amber-eyes fixed on the white, upthrusted mounds of her lewdly 
offered buttocks!

"I'll help!" Carol licentiously exclaimed, getting onto her own knees 
beside the heavily-breathing young blonde wife. "Come on, Caesar, 
Darling! Up ... up and fuck our Jeannie! She needs your cock so badly 
tonight, Lover!" the intensely aroused brunette invited, gently patting 
Jean's soft, smoothly upturned buttocks. Then, with self-gratifying 
salaciousness, she moved closer, leaning over Jean and facing Caesar to 
embrace the white, fully rounded moons. With soft hands and extended 
fingers that met in the smooth creamy crevice, Carol excitedly spread 
apart even further the lush ovals of her friend's warmly yielding young 
ass-cheeks! "You see, Darling?" she huskily addressed the huge, 
watching dog, her eyes alive with burning delight as they feasted on 
Jean's lewdly exposed vaginal split!

Eagerly, Carol pulled at the resilient white moons until the tiny 
puckered mouth of her blonde girl friend's pink anus was slightly 
gasping, opening and closing teasingly before her! She locked her 
hungry dark eyes on the golden, curl-fringed lips of Jean's flushed 
cunt, watching them moistly separate to reveal the intimate wetness of 
its hot, pink inner-flesh! "Th-There, Darling!" she rasped sensuously, 
the delectably firing sight touching off wild sensations in her own 
churning belly and smouldering loins! "Let me get it all slicky and 
ready for you!"

Jean squealed out her sigh of delight as she felt Carol's warm, damp 
tongue licking down through the wide-spread crevice of her naked 
buttocks, pausing to lovingly brush and stab with the hotly searing tip 
of it at the tiny mouth of her anus before moving further down to the 
passion-inflamed opening of her widely exposed vagina! Again, Jean 
whimpered out as Carol's enticingly moving tongue splayed open the 
blood-swollen lips of her warmly seething pussy, licking wetly, over 
and through the hot electrified flesh to the hardened bud of her tiny 
erect clitoris! There, she played long enough to raise additional moans 
of gasping pleasure from Jean who was frantically trying to look back 
over her shoulder with mouth open wide and watch it all from her 
obscenely kneeling position!

For a long moment, Carol was lost in her own wanton desire, but 
Caesar's gentle growl reminded her. She reluctantly withdrew her tongue 
from the deliciously whetting crevice of Jean's eagerly tremoring cunt 
and raised her head. She saw the powerful animal pressing close between 
her girl friend's wide-spread legs and smiled knowingly at him. "Come 
on, Darling!" the sparkling-eyed brunette feverishly invited, moving 
back to give him access as she once more stroked teasingly at the 
smoothly curved mounds of Jean's lewdly upturned buttocks. "Hurry ... 
let me help ...!"

Jean remembered then and looked toward the vanity mirror, their whitely 
glistening reflections of their naked bodies giving her a perfect view 
of it all! Oh ... oh God, there it was, she erotically quivered deep up 
in her bowels as her handsome animal-lover mounted her shamelessly 
upraised buttocks from behind and his huge cock began to slither forth 
from its concealing sheath! She had seen it before and loved it then, 
but at that moment the wonderful sight of its long, thick hardness was 
about to drive her insane with her licentious need for it racing deep 
up inside her waiting belly. She stared longingly at its wetly 
glistening tip and watched with lewdly fixed eyes as Carol suddenly 
reached down to grasp it in her slender, white hand, guiding it 
pointedly toward the pinkly waiting wetness of her desire-inflamed 
vaginal hole!

Jean heard Caesar's whimper to Carol's clasping hand ... felt her 
powerful lover's furry forelegs grip tightly at her naked hips and 
thighs, then sensed the first hot contact of his wet-tipped hardness 
with her excitedly opening pussy-mouth!

"Now, Baby, he's going to fuck you!" Carol lasciviously hissed. "Hold 
tight, Darling! Caesar's going to put out the fire in your hot little 
cunt and belly! Go on, Lover ... fuck her good ... fuck her like you 
would one of your own bitches!!!"

Jean felt her breath thrillingly whipped away before the piercing 
charge of the dog's hugely hardened cock soared far up into the hot, 
dilated channel of her wetly clutching vagina! She felt its massive 
cone-shaped hardness spreading open her sensitive inner vaginal flesh, 
smoothing out every tiny fold and wrinkle of her liquid passage in 
semi-painful joy! Uncontrollably, she grunted out her intensively 
blinded rapture to the rhythmic, rapidly increasing thrusts of her 
mounting animal-lover fucking vigorously into her from behind!

In almost insane, uncontrollable lust, Carol watched beady-eyed from 
inches away, one hand with three of its fingers obscenely buried up in 
the steaming wet cuntal slit between her own, wide-spread thighs, the 
other reaching from behind through Caesar's back legs to warmly cup and 
milk his heavily bloated, sperm-filled balls! Wild passionate whimpers 
of her own blended with those of Jean's and the mighty dog fucking up 
into her slavishly kneeling blonde girl friend with heavy, buttock-
flattening fury! She had never seen an animal fuck a girl before ... 
had pictured what it was probably like ... but nothing in her most 
licentious imagination could match the forbidden lust-inciting 
spectacle she was witnessing!

With fixed stare, she watched the huge dog's long and thick scarlet 
cock plunge like a smoothly racing piston up into Jean's hotly 
undulating young cunt! On the quick, rhythmic outstroke, the young 
deputy sheriff's wife's pink, inner-vaginal flesh appeared, clinging to 
the dog's cock like that of hungrily sucking lips, the wetly sluicing 
sound alone enough to drive her wild!

"Oooohhh ... it's ... it's so ... sooo beautifulll!" Carol heard Jean 
elatedly moan, and tore her eyes from the tightly clinging curls of her 
girl friend's flesh filled cunt to see her long blonde hair flailing as 
she tossed her beautiful head from side to side in her forbidden bliss. 
She had raised up to her hands and was grinding and fucking her whitely 
jerking asscheeks back unceasingly as Caesar humped up into her from 
behind in unremitting animal-desire, furiously smacking his loins into 
and flattening her eagerly yielding buttocks! Her nakedly curvaceous 
body quivered with every unhuman thrust, her hanging white breasts 
doing an enticing dance of ripples and sways to the jolting thrusts of 
her tightly locked animal-lover!

Lustfully, Carol withdrew her hand from between her legs and clutched 
at Jean's nearest, dangling breast, salaciously smearing the wetness 
from her own cunt over the marble-hard bud of its tiny pink nipple ...!

The lewd act reminded Jean of her excited friend's presence, and in her 
passion-mesmerized ecstacy, she twisted her head to look back at her. 
"Oooohh ... oh Darling, I-I'm sorry ...! It's so beautiful ... and I 
... I needed it so ...!

"It's all right, Darling, go on ... go on ...!"

"No! No ...! I want you, too!" Jean gasped, her lust-incited brain 
reeling with flicking memories of Lydia Newell and the wanton thrill of 
licking and sucking the auburn-haired girl's cunt! "I want you up here, 
Carol, Darling ... with your legs spread open in front of me where I 
can kiss and lick your pussy with my tongue! Hurry, and we can all cum 
together!" she obscenely urged, reaching back to grasp her friend's 
hand as Caesar fucked even more wildly now up into the wide-split 
crevice of her hungrily welcoming young vagina from behind!!!!

*   *   *

Mark toured the range roads a half-dozen times, listening with attuned 
ear through the opened window for the night-splitting explosion that he 
didn't want to hear. Not that he cared about the goddamned wild-pack, 
but that unnerving shot could mean that one of those drunken maniacs up 
there in the hills had been accidentally killed!

In two hours, it didn't happen, and gradually he relaxed to the 
possibility that it wasn't going to. Steve wasn't about to come back 
with anything but a mighty sore ass from riding that horse! If they 
hadn't come across the pack by now, they weren't about to. Caesar's 
ravaging time was somewhere close to midnight, and it was thirty 
minutes after that. Chances were, thank God, that the bastard had taken 
a holiday!

Christ, he thought, he too, was thinking of the vicious beast almost as 
if it had human intellect! Shows what lack of sufficient sleep can do! 
To hell with it! He'd go home and see how Jeannie was doing, he 
decided, a flashing sense of lustful arousal ripping through him at the 
memory of her plea just before he'd left. Damn! Might as well! What 
could he do, anyway? That crew had enough liquor amongst them to keep 
them plodding all night ... and his own sweet Jeannie was home in bed 
waiting for him! I need you tonight, Darling! she'd begged. Christ! He 
sensed his cock elongating, hardening inside his pants. Fuck 'em! Let 
them kill one another if that was their bag! He was going home, kick 
Carol back into the guest-room, and lovingly fuck his beautifully 
curvaceous wife ...!

*   *   *

Passionately, Jean stared down at the soft, curl-rimmed lips of her 
girl friend Carol's sensuously splayed cunt that the vivacious brunette 
was spreading open to her with slender fingers placed on the dark, 
hair-lined lips, her lovely white legs scissored wide as she revealed 
the glistening, moist delicacies of the intimate little hole up between 
her thighs!

"There it is, Darling ... if you want it!" Carol luridly hissed. "My 
hot cunt! Waiting to be licked and loved ...!"

Jean didn't linger, not even to visually devour the lust-inciting 
beauty of it! The building, swirling heat in her young wifely loins 
from Caesar's huge cock fucking into her from behind, forewarned her 
that the moment of ecstatic explosion was near at hand. Instead, she 
dropped her head, snuggling her lovely face in close to the wet 
pungency of Carol's nakedly exposed pussy and blindly, greedily, thrust 
her tiny pink tongue into the hot, liquid flesh to lave and lick, 
sometimes sucking her way upward toward her nakedly moaning friend's 
suddenly quivering clitoris!

"Oh ...! Oh God, Jean ... it's heavenly! Don't stop! Do it good! Just 
... just don't stop ... ever ... ever!" Carol heard herself moan, 
knowing the many, many times she had envisioned this very moment! Oh 
God, her best girl friend, Jeannie, was licking her cunt! Oh God ... 
she'd, go insane ...!

Caesar heard their exchange of affectionate sounds as he hungrily 
fucked his pale rod of burning animal-hardness deeper and deeper up 
into his golden-one's warmly absorbing cunt, sensing his moment of 
cumming nearing! He was not unhappy at their closeness, in fact, it 
seemed to stimulate his own want! There was something about their 
whiteness, the wet, pink little holes up between their smooth-skinned, 
naked legs that sent the wild, hot-blood racing through him! He knew 
that his golden-mate was mouthing the open little slit of the fire-eyed 
one's quivering body, and that she, the latter, was experiencing love 
and joy by the whimpering sounds she made! This was good, he 
instinctively reasoned! That beings should be happy however ... 
wherever! Affection and joy, his beastial mentality registered, his 
keen eyes watching the act before him, the sight of it goading his 
scalding sperm toward the moment of his near release!

Jean felt her animal-lover's cock growing and beginning to jerk 
slightly up inside her, sensed the worming tip caressing all the way up 
to the under side of her hotly inflamed belly! He was going to cum and 
so was she ... but would Carol? God, she wanted them all to come to 
orgasm together in this beautiful moment! Wildly, she sucked at her 
friend's deliciously tasting clitoris, hoping against hope that she'd 
found the secret of her ultimate release ...!

"Oh ... oh yesss, Babbyy ... Carol's going to cummm ... right in your 
mouthhh!" the willowy brunette gasped, clutching desperately at her own 
sensitively jumping breasts as the swirling passion mounted toward the 
erotic second of ultimate release!

"Mmmmmmm!" Jean whimpered, with hotly sucking lips and ravishing 
tongue, knowing her own moment of ecstasy! Suddenly, she tasted the 
warmly gushing juices of her girl friend's hotly flowing secretions, 
the frenzied delight tripping her built passions almost beyond human 
mentality! She sensed a bullet-like spurt of boiling semen from 
Caesar's deeply imbedded cock, then an unleashing of his volcanic 
animal-cum that seemed to saturate and swirl about hotly throughout her 
entire quaking belly and fill her greedily absorbing young cunt almost 
to the bursting point. And with it, came her own explosion of maddening 
bliss, her nakedly curved body spasming in obscenely forbidden rapture 
to the human wails and animal whimpers that filled the room ...!

And then, there was a gasping silence! Jean sensed herself falling, 
uncontrollably collapsing forward, her face still resting against 
Carol's wetly exhausted loins, her sperm-flooded young cunt still 
sucking greedily at Caesar's rapidly deflating animal-cock. She felt 
and heard him withdraw from between her legs, his softened penis 
slipping out of her with a soft, lewd plopping noise and she knew 
without looking that he would not be there when she turned her head ... 
yet, she did! He was gone ... her magnificent lover ... but he would 
come back! Again, she rested her cheek against the soft, downy wetness 
of Carol's still warmly pulsating cunt. It had all been so beautiful 
... so beautiful ...!

*   *   *

No one had heard Mark's entry into the house; he was certain of that as 
he stared into the room at the two naked girls! His heavy cock still 
throbbed in anticipation inside his pants, but at that moment it had 
temporarily lost a certain amount of its inspired hardness!

Jesus Christ! Jean was between Carol's wide-spread legs, her face 
resting against the girl's cunt! He saw her lips, wet and glistening! 
She'd been eating pussy ... Carol's pussy! Jesus Christ ... his Jeannie 
... his own Jeannie! Jesus, she was a lesbian too!

He tried to gain control of himself, dug his nails into the palms of 
his hands, but he knew it was no use! His whole fucking world had 
twisted upside down for him anyway! He'd tried ... tried ... tried ... 
but this ... this was too much! He just couldn't swallow it!

Jean a lesbian! He gasped inwardly, sensing his cock hardening once 
more as he gaped lustfully at Carol's naked, willowy body, vengeful 
thoughts beginning to boil feverishly in his painfully enraged brain 
...!


The End
Of
Book Two