Up, Boy, Up! by Richard Mountbatten
Chapter 1
The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first there was
no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the huge bed, but
then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the tangled mass of bedding
and began to grope blindly across the bedside table, knocking over the
alarm clock as numb fingers managed to still the racket. The arm
collapsed back onto the bed and for several more minutes silence
reigned in the room.
Then two big blue eyes blinked open, half hidden by a thick mass of
blonde hair that spilled in a golden cascade over one of the pillows.
Jill Andersen focused foggily as she stared at the clock, shook her
head and focused again.
"Oh, for God's sake, Bob," she said, "something must be wrong with the
clock. It went off a half hour early." Her eyes slowly closed.
"Mmmmm, yeh," her husband murmured in a sleep-thickened voice. "I set
it that way." He moved over closer to his wife and slid an arm around
her, cupping one of her firm young breasts in the palm of his hand.
"Gives us time for a little conjugal bliss before I run off to slave at
the salt mines."
Jill's big blue eyes flew open again, filled with apprehension this
time. "What?" she said anxiously. "B-but ... Bob, we made love just
last night." The dull throbbing ache up between her thighs wouldn't let
her forget that.
"Last night was last night," Bob replied, his voice sounding more awake
now. His hand squeezed her softly resilient breast a little tighter,
and she could feel a slight growing pressure underneath his pajamas
where his loins pressed against her buttocks. A sick feeling shot
through her. Oh, not again. Not so soon, she moaned to herself. God, it
was only hours ago that I forced myself to lie patiently beneath his
sweating body. And now so soon again? It's just too much to ask!
"Now stop that!" she ordered as his other hand began to slip up
underneath her flimsy nightgown. She tried to wiggle away from his
insistent touch but his arms were too strong.
"Come on, baby," he said, his hot breath blowing against her sensitive
ear lobe. "It's a beautiful morning. Let's start the day out right with
a little loving."
"No, no," she said, struggling harder. "I-it's not right! It's not even
dark. I-I just can't do it when it's light like this. It's ... sick!"
She felt his body stiffen at her last words, and his grip slacken
around her. Sensing his gaze on her, the young wife turned her head
quickly around, and saw that his eyes were cold.
"I think you're the one that's sick," he said in an icy voice. He
rolled away from her and got out of bed. "Maybe you could make my
breakfast, if it won't make you sick that is." His back was to her as
he spoke, shoulders rigid in surpressed anger. He went on, talking
almost to himself. "Might as well go to work a little early. Maybe I
can make some points with the boss, even if I can't make points at
home."
"Oh, honey, don't talk like that," Jill said with tears in her eyes.
"You know I don't want to hurt you. It's just that it's so hard for me
...
"Well it's not so easy for me either," he snapped turning towards her
as he spoke. Recoiling inside as she saw the bitterness in his eyes,
the tortured young wife turned away with a sob and buried her face in
the pillow. She heard her husband mumble a few more angry words, and
then the bathroom door slammed behind him.
The sobbing blonde lay facing the wall, wishing the day didn't have to
start this way. Maybe there was some truth in what her husband said!
Maybe there was something unhealthy in her that kept her from
responding fully to his male advances! But he bore some of the blame
too, she thought defiantly to herself, and her mind automatically went
back to their wedding night.
Jill Anderson had been very carefully, very repressively raised by her
parents. Her mother was a dried up defeated woman, plowed under by her
domineering husband. Jill's father had spouted bible, sin, and hellfire
to her ever since she could remember. He particularly raged against the
temptations of the flesh and forbade her to go out unchaperoned with
boys. It had been a shock to Jill when one day at the tender age of
eleven she discovered his secret cache of pornographic pictures. The
young girl had stared in horror at the strange positions and lewd
postures portrayed by the people in the photographs, and her confused
mind had tried to match them up with the grunts of male pleasure and
the desperately painful pleadings of her mother that issued from behind
her parents bedroom door night after night.
And then when she was fourteen years old her father had unexpectedly
made her sit on his lap one night. His brutal hands had ranged over her
budding young body, lingering on her already lusty breasts while he had
warned her what God would do to her if she let boys touch her here ...
or here ... or here ... and all this time her mother was in the same
room, watching, her face constantly changing expression as shame for
her daughter battled with hate for her husband.
Jill had blossomed early. When she was sixteen she looked twenty, with
high proud breasts, sleekly swelling hips and long graceful legs. The
amateurish pantings and gropings of her young male classmates had only
intensified her already deeply rooted fear of sex. What a relief it had
been then to meet Bob. It had been her freshman year in college, and
Bob was several years older than her, already a senior. Jill was swept
off her feet by his suave, sophisticated manner, and even more by his
obvious kindness and consideration for her. In particular, he had been
patient and gentle with her right from their first date, never pressing
her sexually, always stopping at the first sign of her resistance.
Soon Jill found herself for the first time in her life kissing a boy
and enjoying it. And as time went on she was amazed at the sensual
little flutters that raced through her body when Bob's strong hands
caressed her excitedly throbbing breasts, always through her clothes of
course.
And then one night, one warm summer night, she and Bob were lying out
on the grass under a full moon. They both had consumed some champagne
at a party earlier in the evening, and Jill found that her head was
slightly giddy so that somehow the feel of his hands stealing over her
body was especially vivid, almost electric. Her dreamy mind did not
notice when he reached back up under her sweater and released the catch
on her brassiere, or when he slid the sweater up in front of that the
white shimmering mounds of her full naked breasts were presented to his
hungry gaze. Then, almost in a trance of excitement and uncertainty,
she felt fingers up under her skirt, sliding over the smooth material
of her bikini panties. A low moan of half-conscious pleasure broke from
the young virgin's wetly parted lips as she felt the first delightful
pressure against the sensitive mound up between her legs and her thighs
fell limply, automatically, open to give easier access to the caressing
hands that were sending sharp little darts of wild pleasure through her
fire-washed body. Bob's patient fingers were at the leg-band of her
panties, worming under the confining elastic as the tip of his
outstretched index finger dipped like a burning knife into the moistly
heated channel up between her legs. Jill moaned with the knowledge that
she wanted that finger deep up inside her hungering young vagina,
wanted to be made love to!
She looked over at Bob, love washing over her like a tidal wave, and
then her heart froze within her as she saw the look of sheer lust that
was twisting his features, making him look almost like her father that
evening when he had forced her to sit in his lap.
The frightened young girl tore herself away from his grasp and quickly
forced her passion tortured mind and body back under control. It hadn't
mattered to Bob, who just thought of it as virginal shyness, after all,
they were going to be married in a month anyhow, and he could wait. And
Jill buried the episode in her mind, attributing her resistance to
normal modesty. As it was, she loved the handsome student so much that
nothing could have kept her from marrying him.
And then on the day of their wedding night! Jill had spent several
hours with the Minister before the ceremony, listening as the elderly
man told her how beautiful her first night with her husband could be,
how God would be present with them. So when the wedding was over, when
they had finally escaped from the wild reception that Bob's fraternity
brothers had given for them, when they were finally in the bedroom of
their honeymoon cottage by the lake, Jill had expected heavenly music,
sweet perfumes, tender words, and ... the rest her virginal young mind
could only guess at.
How terrifyingly different it was! Bob was drunk! She had never seen
him like this. His fraternity friends had kept pouring alcohol down him
all night and dragging him off into corners where they seemed to be
telling some kind of jokes. In her innocence Jill couldn't understand
why some of the young men kept snickering and looking over at her as
they talked to her new husband. And then Bob had started looking at
her, too, a strange fire in his eyes.
When she and her husband got to the cabin, Jill went into the bathroom
with her overnight bag and changed into the beautiful sheer nightgown
she'd bought just for the occasion. Then she stepped timidly back into
the bedroom to share the sacrament of their marriage with her husband.
Bob's drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took in the ravishing
image standing before him. He had never seen Jill naked before, and the
transparent material of her nightgown left nothing to the imagination.
An inarticulate animal sound came from Ws lust-distorted mouth.
"Do-do you like me, darling?" Jill asked hesitantly. Bob's only answer
had been to lurch drunkenly toward her and crush her fearfully
trembling young body to him; his saliva-covered mouth smashed down
against hers, pressing her lips painfully back against her teeth.
"Be gentle. Oh God, Bob, please be gentle," Jill pleaded vainly, but
her sex-maddened husband began to tug at the nightgown that stood
between him and his goal, finally succeeding in ripping the beautiful
material from her and ruining it forever. His head dropped to her naked
breasts and his wet ovalled lips closed around the tiny virginal tips
of her nipples. She gasped as his teeth sank in so tightly that blood
seeped on the surface of her unblemished flesh. The frightened
youngster fought against the pain, fought to understand, and then
somehow they were on the bed. Bob struggled from his clothes, and then
for the first time in her young life she saw it! An erect male penis!
It was huge! The virginal bride stared with a horrified fascination at
this enormous thing that she was supposed to take up inside her body.
She saw her husband positioning the obscenely swollen shaft before the
tight little vaginal opening, and she knew it would never fit.
"Oh, please be careful, don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" she pleaded with
the lust-driven stranger crouched above her trembling form. This wasn't
how it was supposed to be!
And then with an animal groan, he drove his wildly throbbing cock into
her without preparation, without mercy, aware only of his own drunken
need. The impaled young girl's shrill scream had knifed out into the
room, but Bob went on ramming his long hard penis further and further
into her with each stroke, oblivious to the agony he was causing his
innocent young wife.
Jill struggled vainly against the pain for several minutes before
discovering that it wasn't so bad if she just let her muscles relax. A
tremendous awareness of how much this was like what her mother had gone
through came over her and for a time she felt it was her brutal father
rocking over her. She shuddered in horror and revulsion.
Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure began to
radiate out from her plundered young cunt as it became more accustomed
to the alien presence inside. A guilty feeling of lust swept over her,
burning lewd associations into her young mind that would last forever.
An obscene knowledge of her own body started to form along with the
feeling that she was involved in something depraved and sinful and
perverted ... and beginning to love it.
No ... she was not the person she had thought she was, nor was Bob, for
he was dragging her into evil ways, the evil ways of her parents. And
the terrible thing was that she wanted to shout, to scream for him to
go on with his now-pleasurable ravishment of her body. For she could
feel the possibility of some great final orgasmic goal within her for
which she was ready to trade all her years of careful moral training.
But then Bob roared and his body stiffened and she felt his wildly
jerking penis grow in spasms up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina
and his cum, hot and unendless, shot up into her, filling her belly
with a burning wetness. A compelling lewdness swept through her
hopelessly aroused body, a feeling that she had never known before. At
that moment the young bride felt herself teetering on the edge of an
abyss and knew she would---at this minute gladly abandon all her
training and fall wanton and lewd into a deep valley of sensuality and
never return if only he would take her over the peak and make her cum.
She felt her body alive and tingling with this unholy electricity
causing her hips to grind in an alien animal way as she reached for
something ... that vague promise of release!
It was then that Bob grunted and his body relaxed, and all of his
sodden alcoholic weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling breasts
... and he passed out.
It was quite a struggle to get him off her, but he finally rolled over
and began snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride was left lying
naked on the bed, a horrible guilt combined with shame and anger
sweeping over her. She was humiliated! In a moment of sensual weakness
she had offered up all of her cherished beliefs to her husband to do
with as he would, and he had used her as a faceless receptacle for his
lust. Never again, she promised herself! Never again would she let her
treacherous body trick her into hungering after the goals of lust!
And she had kept her word to herself, dutifully letting Bob make love
to her when he demanded it, but permitting herself very little
satisfaction from the despised act. Bob had been confused at first by
her unresponsiveness and then later angered. He could remember almost
nothing of their wedding night, and Jill had never been able to force
herself to speak about it. The young husband became more and more
frustrated and lately had been trying to force her into degrading acts,
things she knew were wrong and sinful. It had been that way last night,
and she was afraid it might be that way again. He had been becoming
more and more violent and rough in his lovemaking, and she was a little
frightened of him, which was one extra reason she didn't want him to
make love to her this morning.
Suddenly she was jerked from her revery by the sound of the bathroom
door opening. She quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. From under
her eyelashes she could see Bob walking towards the bed and with a stab
of panic realized he was completely naked, his face clouded by anger!
Oh please God, no ... she breathed silently, and then sharply drew in
her breath as she felt Bob roughly pull back the blankets, uncovering
her body.
"Bob ..." she began, pretending to be only half awake. She fought to
control her mounting fear. Then the frightened young wife shrank back
instinctively as her husband's hands began to roughly roam over her
quivering body, pulling up the edges of her nightgown to reveal her
panty-clad hips.
"No, Bob, no ..." she began piteously, desperately trying to squirm
away.
"Shut up and be still," Bob snarled angrily, and something in his tone
made her heart freeze. She had never seen her husband in quite this
state before and didn't know what he might be capable of.
The frustrated young man pulled her nightgown completely up and over
her head and threw it angrily into a corner. He began struggling with
the hooks of the brassiere she insisted on wearing to bed, and finally
succeeded in pulling it away from her soft white breasts. Then, shoving
his hands under the tight elastic waistband of his wife's panties he
rolled them down over the ripe curves of her hips until she was
completely naked, her satiny flesh shining lustrously in the soft
morning light. Jill lay perfectly still on the bed, hardly daring to
breathe, afraid of making him angrier than he already was.
And to her surprise he was gentle.
Bob hovered over her a second, his breath catching in his throat as he
was his wife lying naked beneath him in the full light of day. He had
almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and his excited gaze moved
passionately over her lushly ripened body, drinking in the way the
delicately shaded hollows contrasted with the long alabaster curves of
her thighs, lingering over the delicate molded hips and richly swelling
breasts.
The lustful young husband's hands began to follow his eyes and traded
hotly down his wife's frightened body, his fingers sliding slowly along
her gently quivering thighs and easing tenderly back and forth in the
soft crevice between. His hands pressed upwards, traveling cautiously,
tracing a slowly narrowing circle over the ivory flesh until with a
sudden electric contact they brushed against the first softly curling
hairs of her vaginal mound.
Jill winced, her long silky legs stirring slightly from the unwanted
stimulus of his touch. Her arms stiffened in resistance but her pelvis
tilted upwards independently in unconscious reaction to his probing
hand. With an effort the young wife willed her loins to retreat and her
naked buttocks sank back down into the mattress in an effort to escape
his advances.
Bob withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage prematurely.
His strong hands slid around and under her softly warm hips, cupping
her satiny buttocks and caressing them until they began to flex
involuntarily in a slow circular motion.
Jill could hardly believe her own reactions. It felt ... it felt ...
good! She felt her breath catch in her throat and her mind short
circuited under the maddening caress of her husband's fingers. She just
had to accept the ecstasy of his touch. Once more his hands slid
upwards and moved with a sudden directness to her softly curling pubic
hair, his warm palm pressing flat against the moistly throbbing hill of
her vaginal mound, his strong pulse merging with the rhythmic beat of
her throbbing organs. This time there was no resistance and Bob gently
pressed his outstretched middle finger up between the sensitive cuntal
lips, sending a spasmodic wave of joy through the young blonde's love-
starved body lying beneath him.
"Oooooohhhh ... ooooohhhhh ..." Jill crooned, hardly able to believe it
was her own voice that was gasping out this unconscious cry of
pleasure.
Bob began to move his middle finger in a circular motion inside the
wetly gleaming furrow of her pussy in ever widening sweeps, spreading
the moist tendrils of her pubic hair and stroking the pulsing lips of
her blood-swollen cunt. Working upwards, his fingers finally came into
contact with her erect little clitoris.
"Oh God! Aaaahhhhh ...!" Jill moaned, her mouth falling open. Her long
legs bucked up from the surprising thrill of his touch as he teased his
finger over the vitally sensitive knob, driving bolts of pleasure
through his wife's twitching body. It was incredible! Bob could feel
the hot center of her loins flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck
her. His eyes stared at the enticing pinkness of her openly receptive
pussy, fascinated by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy
collar around the faintly contracting petal-shaped vaginal hole. The
sight of the pink folds drove him wild with passion.
Some rational part of his brain kept warning the young man to control
himself. He had not won his prize yet, and his hope for conquest was
still teetering on the edge of the full acceptance he had so long
desired. But that last spark of reason was suddenly drowned in a flood
of ungovernable lust as he looked down at the mouth-watering feast
spread open below him. With an inarticulate cry of passion Bob bent
impulsively forward and buried his head between his wife's widespread
thighs, shooting his tongue snake-like into her warm moist depths.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Oooooooh!" Jill cried as she felt the first searing
contact of Bob's long wet tongue against her helplessly open vagina.
She looked down in horrified disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her
husband's dark head rammed grotesquely between her up-drawn thighs. A
spasm of revulsion shot through her and she desperately tried to squirm
free, but his fingers held her tightly, pressing painfully into her
flesh, holding the unprotected plane of her fearfully cringing vagina
wide open to Ws disgusting attack.
"Nooooo ... oh God, noooo ... it's wrong, it's wrong ...!" she sobbed
as he stabbed his heavy tongue once more into her defenseless vagina.
Oh, God! Oh, God! Why did he have to turn it into this? Why did he have
to spoil it all again? she thought wildly to herself as she struggled
to get free. Finally Jill managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and
yank his obscenely dripping face up from between her cringing thighs.
For just that one moment his iron grip on her loosened and she twisted
free and rolled heavily to the floor. The outraged young blonde was on
her feet in an instant, looking down at her confused husband.
"You ... you filthy animal!" she screamed. "How could you? How could
you turn it into that?" Then she saw the anger beginning to build in
his eyes and she ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"You fucking iceberg," Bob shouted after her. "You'll never learn what
it's all about. Too bad you can't take lessons. Hell, I'd even pay for
them." He was silent after that and a few minutes later Jill heard the
front door slam and knew she was now alone in the house. Her chin
quivered for a moment and then she began sobbing uncontrollably.
It was a long time before the shattered young wife got herself under
control. Plan after desperate plan was born in her mind only to die
again. She didn't know what she and Bob were going to do about this
horrible problem between them but she did know one thing: she loved him
and would do almost anything to stay with him, "anything" that is
except become an animal. No ... she wouldn't leave him, not ever. But
would he stay with her? Right at that moment she would have gladly
shared him with half the women in the world if she could just keep one
little bit for herself.
The heart-broken young bride wandered disconsolately around the bedroom
before finally realizing she didn't have any clothes on. Going to the
dresser she took out her white shorts and halter and mechanically put
them on. She would go out and work in the yard, she thought to herself.
It always made her feel better when she was in the garden, and tonight
when Bob came home she would have his favorite meal all prepared for
him. But deep in her heart she knew that would not be enough. It would
take a lot more than a good dinner to heal the widening breach between
her and her beloved husband.
Chapter 2
"Goddamn!" the big burly man said excitedly, "would you look at that
tight little ass!" He let the curtain fall back across his front window
and turned to the young woman sprawled on a couch on the other side of
the room. "I'm gonna have that, I'm gonna fuck that or my name ain't
Bill Reagan." He licked his lips and the parted the curtains slightly
again to continue his observation of Jill Andersen as she puttered
around in her garden, across the street.
"How about Rumplestiltskin?" the girl asked suddenly.
"Huh," Reagan said absentmindedly as he kept his eyes glued to Jill's
lush figure. "Whadda you talking about anyhow?"
"Well you're going to need a new name, because you're just not going to
make it into little miss chastity across the street, so how about
Rumplestiltskin?"
Reagan turned from the window, a scowl twisting his heavy features.
"That's about enough out of you. When I want comedy I'll turn on the
T.V." His eyes went back to the window.
"Keeee-rist, she's bending over! It oughta be against the law to wear
shorts like that in public. I think I'm gonna cum in my pants."
"That's as good a place as any," the young woman said, 'cause you're
not going to cum in her. I don't think even her husband has that honor.
I talked to him a couple of times, and he's about the horniest bastard
I've ever seen."
"You're pushing your luck with your big mouth," Reagan said over his
shoulder, unable to tear his eyes away from the window. "Did you ever
see any broad old Bill Reagan couldn't have when he had his mind made
up?"
"No, I guess I haven't," she answered, then giving a little shudder,
she murmured to herself, "God help them."
Reagan turned back from the window, his face thoughtful. He was a big
man, about fifty years old with grizzly hair and a heavy build. His
face wasn't ugly but there was a certain coarse hardness about it that
made others not want to look at him too long. He looked down at the
girl he'd been speaking too. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight
years old with long black hair. There was a dark smoldering beauty
about her that was most noticeable when she moved, every motion seeing
to signal some secret sensual invitation. Her eyes were curious; dark,
lustrous, but somehow dull, as if she were masking her spirit behind a
cloudy curtain. She was not alone, but was gently stroking the powerful
head of a huge German shepherd sitting next to her.
"You say you've met her husband?" Reagan said thoughtfully. Then, not
waiting for an answer, "And you say he's horny ..." The big man paused.
"I think I know how I'm going to get into his luscious little wife.
He's going to help me and he doesn't even know it."
"Sure, sure, give him five bucks, and he'll slip you the key to his
front door," the girl said sarcastically.
"You're the key to his front door," Reagan said, pointing his thick
forefinger at her. "You're gonna lead him down the garden path."
"Hey, now wait a minute," the girl said heatedly. "How did I get
involved in this. Can't you go out and get your own ass?"
"Shut up and listen. You're gonna get him to fuck you, and then we're
gonna use that to pressure the little lady. And don't give me any of
your lip, Mae," he said threateningly as the girl started to open her
mouth. But she couldn't resist needling the bully standing over her.
"Oh, all right, all right. Just promise me I won't have to fuck you for
a month. Hell, maybe I'll even like it. He's pretty good-looking."
She tried to dodge as Reagan stepped forward, but his heavy palm
crashed against her face. The dazed girl stood awkwardly a moment, her
hand moving slowly up to her reddened cheek.
"You didn't have to do that Uncle Bill. It's just that I don't care
very much for men, you know that."
Bill Reagan looked down at his niece, satisfied that she had learned
her lesson. Damn, she was a beautiful piece, he thought to himself.
What a bit of luck when his sister had died. He'd griped at first when
he'd had to take in the homeless orphan. She was a skinny kid then, but
had soon started to bloom. He'd broken her in right. What a fight it
had been those first few times. He'd had to be pretty rough, but he'd
trained her just like he liked them. She'd turned out a little strange
though, hard and cynical ... and then there was her thing with the dog
... and that gave him an idea.
"Tell you what, Mae," he said in a somewhat conciliatory tone. "You
play ball with me in this and I'll give you a little reward. You can
have Hector for an hour."
The girl's eyes suddenly became very alert.
"When?" she asked sharply.
"Why, right now, and maybe again after you've done what I asked you."
Then he saw the changes start to come over her face. It always amazed
him that she could get so worked up over such a thing, but he had to
admit, just watching her and the dog got him worked up too, and he
always insisted on watching. She was a weirdo all right. Would you
believe it? The only thing that really turned her on was fucking his
dog, Hector!
Reagan had owned the dog for several years. For his own amusement he
had trained the animal to have a sexual preference for human females.
Of course, he had used Mae in the training, along with a couple of
prostitutes. She had rebelled at first, and he'd had to use a little
force. But once she had gotten into it she was really hooked, always
following the dog around with her eyes, and he knew damned well she'd
have Hector fucking her all day long if he let her. But Reagan rationed
the big animal out carefully so that he could keep his hold over his
niece, knowing she would do anything for a chance to have that long
animal cock in her!
He laughed at the hungry look in Mae's eyes. She wouldn't dare move
towards the dog until he gave his permission.
"Yeh, baby, right now, right here in front of old Uncle Bill," Reagan
laughed knowing she hated to have him watching when the dog fucked her.
But that was the only way he ever let her do it. He decided to have a
little more fun with her.
"On the other hand," he said in mock seriousness, "maybe we should wait
until after you've had a crack at the young stud across the street. We
wouldn't want you to get all worn out now and disappointed ..." A look
of dismay came over Mae's face and she broke in.
"Oh, no, no, I won't disappoint him, I promise. I can fuck all the
time, Uncle Bill, I swear." There was a look of desperate pleading in
the girl's passion-hungry eyes.
"What?" he thundered back. "That's not what you tell me when I want a
little. You're always too tired or too busy. You wouldn't want me to
think you'd prefer someone else, would you?"
For a second the pleading girl's face flushed with rage. God, how she
hated this pig, she thought to herself. For years he'd tortured her,
humiliated her, lowered her to the status of a slave. If only she could
get away from him. But he'd warned her what would happen if she ever
tried to leave him, promising to follow her to the ends of the earth if
necessary, promising she'd wish she were dead before he finished with
her. And there was the dog, too. She knew she could never leave Hector,
and he was Bill Reagan's dog, fiercely loyal to him. The lovely dark-
haired girl gritted her teeth and begged again just as she knew he
wanted her to. The only thing that would be able to still this special
burning hunger up between her legs was that marvelous tapered penis of
her animal lover and she must have it at any cost.
"Oh, please let Hector fuck me! For God's sake, please!"
"Ya really want it bad, don'cha baby," Reagan sneered down at her now-
kneeling form. "But how ya goin' to do any fucking with your clothes
on. You get naked and I'll decide whether your goin' to get any or
not."
Reagan began to laugh in delight as the beautiful woman before him tore
frantically at her clothes. Damn, this thing she had about the dog was
stronger than any dope addict's habit. He watched in undisguised
enjoyment as more and more of her beautiful body came into view.
Christ, she was really built! Mae had her blouse off and was fumbling
behind her with the clasp of her brassiere. It came loose and she flung
the flimsy halter away from her impatiently, allowing her high full
breasts to swing free. Her uncle took in their lush ripeness greedily,
watching as the cooler air in the room caused the tiny nipples to leap
instantly into erect hardness.
Her skirt fell in a loose pile around her ankles and she kicked free of
it, wearing only her little silk bikini panties now. Reagan watched
avidly as her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband and in one smooth
motion pulled the flimsy briefs down to her ankles. When she
straightened up again, she stood before him completely naked,
attempting to hide nothing from his gaze. Her skin was a rich creamy
color, set off by the perfect dark triangle of sparse pussy hair over
her pubic area. With her every movement the sleek muscles of her belly
and thighs rippled sensuously, causing the light to play in ever
changing patterns over her voluptuous body.
Reagan never had been able to hold back a gasp of awe each time he saw
his niece in her nakedness. Damn, she was all any normal man could
want, he thought, but then, he wasn't really like other men. His
greatest enjoyment was to find proud innocent young women and break
them to his will, and he had broken Mae long ago. Now she was his tool,
his instrument, to help him trap others in his cruel web, the men as
well as the women. Yes, the men too, like that lousy snob across the
street with the pretty blonde wife. Reagan knew that type; young
college graduates that wouldn't give men like Bill Reagan the time of
day, much less let him get close to his wife. Well he'd show the son of
a bitch. He'd ruin him and for the crowning blow he'd fuck that prudish
little wife of his right in front of his eyes! Reagan had tried to say
hello to that little bitch out in front of the house one day but she
had made some excuse and gone inside, like she was afraid of him. Well
he'd give her something to be afraid of! His thoughts were interrupted
by Mae's voice.
"Now ...? Can I have him now?" she asked desperately.
"Always thinking of yourself, aren't ya baby? And what do you think
your old Uncle Bill is gonna be doin' while you're havin' your fun,
except standin' here all lost and lonely."
"Wh-what do you mean," Mae asked in confusion.
"I mean you're gonna have to earn your little dog-fuck in advance.
You're gonna have to suck my cock."
A look of revulsion passed over Mae's beautiful face. She'd sucked a
lot of cocks before and generally liked it. But the thought of being
forced to suck her vile tormentor's hated penis under these conditions,
being used like a dirty whore before he'd let her have what was so
important to her caused a tight ball of anger to form in her seething
stomach. She thought of refusing, but it was too late now. The near
prospect of the beautiful fucking she might be getting from the German
shepherd in just a few minutes was already lighting an uncontrollable
fire deep up inside her waiting belly.
"I'll do it," she rapped out, gritting her teeth.
"That's really nice of you," Reagan said with false good humor. "I'm
really a lucky man. How many other uncles have nieces that are so
loving and thoughtful." Then his voice changed. "Now get over here you
stupid bitch and let's see how you suck, because if you don't do a good
job you're not gonna get no animal nookie."
With that the big man turned and walked leisurely to a big easy chair
and relaxed back into it.
"Now come on, baby. Give your old uncle some of those sweet lips." He
grinned and motioned for her to come over then, held up one hand in a
warning gesture as she started to get to her feet.
"Nope," he ordered, "I want you to walk over here on your knees ...
MOVE," he roared when she hesitated. The humiliated girl dropped to her
knees obediently, her face now an expressionless mask, her hatred
seething impotently inside her. Reagan straightened his legs as she
approached and spread them apart so she could move between them,
sliding down in the chair at the same time so that his buttocks were
resting on the forward edge.
As Mae crawled between his knees the big man tangled his hands in her
lustrous dark hair and pulled her head down, grinding his crotch up
against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already
erect penis beneath the material of his pants. She closed her eyes in
bitter submission, knowing that now she had no choice but to go ahead
without a fight.
"Pull it out for me, baby," her uncle hissed through leering lips,
twisting her hair in his hands until the trapped girl thought he would
rip it from her head by the roots.
The humiliated niece reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding,
anxious to escape the pain, and fumbled with the zipper on his pants to
release the hidden cock throbbing beneath.
"Hurry up, hurry up," Reagan shouted cruelly from above when she had
trouble in unzipping his fly. "I'm gonna cum in my pants before you
even get there."
Finally, after Mae had fumbled for another moment the huge fleshy staff
burst out through the open fly. Reagan took her hand and forced it
around the thick fleshy staff, making her skin it back so that the
lust-swollen head popped out from the thick foreskin a few scant inches
from her hooded eyes. Then his coarse fingers were at her lips prying
them open so that the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly
against her teeth. With a shudder, the nakedly crouching girl stared
down the entire length of his long rigid penis. It was incredibly
large!
The helpless captive hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her
mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by her hated uncle and of the
lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat. But then, he
twisted her hair cruelly again and, as her mouth opened automatically
from the pain, the thick pole of hot flesh rammed forward into the
moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the huge pulsating cock-head
sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny
droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern
between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.
Reagan's hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his eagerly
throbbing penis sliding in and out of the kneeling young woman's mouth
with a lewd sucking sound as he guided her head with his meaty hands
wrapped tightly in her hair. He leaned down to watch the puffing of her
cheeks as he pushed his lust-thickened cock between her clasping lips,
his grin widening each time he heard her grunt as he rammed it into her
helplessly trapped face. It was an exciting picture---the subserviently
kneeling girl's helpless face being held tightly between his two huge
hands while his saliva-glistening penis fucked its way in and out
between her straining red lips causing her to groan in submission
between his legs below. Then he looked up and made a signal with his
head to the huge German shepherd.
"Okay, Hector," he leered. "Let's see you climb up on that beautiful
ass and fuck the hell out of her!"
The big dog had been increasingly nervous over the last few minutes. He
had gotten to his feet in excitement as Mae began undressing, the sight
of her beautiful naked body causing the blood to begin rushing through
his veins, in tingling anticipation. He had mounted her many times
before, and he wondered in his animal mind if he would once again have
the chance. But he knew he must wait for a signal. His master had
trained him long ago to remain still, ready and waiting until the order
was finally given, but it was difficult, and his front legs shifted
excitedly, his ears slanting alertly forward as small whining sounds
came from his massive throat.
Hector watched, perplexed, as Mae crawled between his master's knees,
and the sight of her swelling white buttocks pointed back in his
direction were almost more than the eager animal could stand. He could
see the soft tuft of hair high up between her thighs that masked his
hoped-for goal, and his sharp nose detected the faint odor of musky
feminine excitement coming from those familiar depths.
Finally the signal! The big animal heard his master's passion-distorted
voice urging him on towards the swelling half-moon buttocks thrust back
towards him in open invitation.
Hector moved forward slowly, not completely understanding what was
happening this time. He moved up behind the laboring girl, his head
extending cautiously as he pushed his nose up between the nakedly
crouching brunette's firm white thighs. Mae's entire body shuddered as
she felt the first long-hoped-for wet touch against her waiting
backsides.
Reagan also waited in expectation. The full-length mirror across the
room gave him a perfect view up his niece's defenseless buttocks and he
watched avidly as his pet approached closer and closer. Mae started to
mumble some encouraging words to the dog around the thick shaft of
Reagan's cock and for a moment he felt the pressure lessen around its
bloated length.
"Keep sucking bitch," he growled, "or the dog goes away." He grinned in
triumph as she obediently went back to her slave-like sucking, looking
lecherously down as his long hardened penis continued to saw
rhythmically in and out of her ovalled mouth. The very sight of it
caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as
though he were sinking the full length of his monstrous rod all the way
down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard
thrust he made until only a little stretch showed white and glistening,
protruding from between her lips.
Reagan looked back up at the mirror just in time to see Hector's thick
tongue snake out and lick wetly up the wide split crevice between Mae's
buttocks, the tip burrowing slightly, into the tiny ring of her anus.
The kneeling girl's body jerked as if from an electric shock as the
beloved tongue dug into her most sensitive flesh. Then Hector began
lapping the narrow pink slit up between her thighs in earnest. He ran
his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tiny sensation-bud of
her clitoris, up the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tightly
puckered anus. His great tongue spread through the soft hair-covered
swelling like a knife through hot butter. It flicked relentlessly
between the girl's widespread thighs, stopping sporadically to curl its
way deep into her quivering vaginal opening. Mae's whole body was
trembling in wanton excitement now, and Reagan could feel her mouth
tightening in spasmodic rhythm around the head of his swollen cock as
she began to put her heart into sucking.
The lust-maddened girl started to moan incoherently, the sounds
bubbling obscenely from where her lips clasped tightly around Reagan's
long throbbing cock. All the while, the giant dog-tongue continued to
thrust relentlessly up Mae's moist passageway, and she reached
desperately behind her with one hand to spread the ivory globes of her
buttocks in order to give the salivating beast full access to her tiny
anal ring.
The tongue lashed her for another long moment, and then the giant
animal began to crowd in hard against her. What he wanted was plain,
and the moaning girl obediently raised her naked ass-cheeks even
higher, bending before the panting dog in abject surrender while her
face remained firmly anchored to her Uncle's huge penis that fucked
relentlessly in and out of her mouth.
Reagan watched spellbound in the mirror as his huge pet mounted Mae's
passionately offered buttocks and locked his strong forelegs around her
slender waist. Dripping, the glistening long scarlet penis slipped from
the hairy sheath under the animal's belly, the tapered point slipping
and dancing into the hot wet crevice as Hector trembled and jerked,
trying to bury his gleaming shaft in the kneeling girl's body.
Sobbing in desperation, Mae shifted her round buttocks, in a crazed
effort to capture the lengthening dog-cock, trying to sheathe the long
scarlet organ in her tightly contracting cunt. The sharp tip missed and
slid up to find a momentary purchase in her anus, then attempted to
enter. But Mae gave a little cry and tensed automatically to evade the
sliding prod. Having tasted success, Hector returned immediately to the
attack and thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully along
the entire length of her wetly heated cuntal crevice. The hot scarlet
of the jabbing canine penis contrasted lewdly with the fever-pink of
the girl's passion-inflamed genitals, as her cuntal lips spread open
under the relentless pressure of the still unhoused dog-cock rubbing so
madly between them.
In final desperation Mae reached back with one hand to grasp the
slippery organ and guide it to the little opening of her moistly
throbbing slit. Sensing victory Hector rammed forward, parting her
pussy lips wider and wider with each forward thrust of his long animal
penis. Reagan watched in awe as the German shepherd humped wildly and
buried his huge red shaft deep up into the squirming girl's grasping
cuntal passage. The massive organ slithered forward with a rush until
it was sunk to the hilt, the hairy balls swinging below in the open
space created by her widespread thighs.
Mae gave a low moan of relief as Hector began fucking rhythmically into
her. The quivering girl undulated her nakedly kneeling body and moved
her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious
animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face was contorted in
rapture, and her large taut breasts danced beneath her writhing torso,
moving in time to the dog's skewering cock, a relentless hot poker of
glistening flesh, buried itself deep up into her belly.
Each powerful thrust from the slaving animal behind rammed the girl's
lewdly writhing body forward onto Reagan's lust-swollen cock. The
girl's passion-drugged mind began to wander. Nothing really mattered
but that wonderfully long animal penis fucking up into her burning
pussy, and she wished she could devote all her attention to it. But the
only way she could get rid of her uncle's hotly pulsating cock in her
mouth was to suck and lick it until he came. The submissively kneeling
girl began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and
around the desire-swollen head and flicking her tongue-tip teasingly
into the tiny open slit at the end of the moist glans. She could feel
his penis throbbing as if it had a life of its own, and she knew it
would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of white hot
cum that would spurt into her mouth and throat in a never-ending
stream. Then she would be free, free to concentrate on the incredible
sensations she was receiving from the fiery cock of her animal-lover
behind.
Mae's head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh,
sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until
she killed it. Her uncle twisted and groaned above her, raining
obscenities down at the top of her dark head and watching with delight
the stretched oval of her full young lips straining at Ms penis as
though it were a stick of peppermint candy. The girl worked on and on,
pinned between the two rutting males, the man in front and the big dog
behind, the very helplessness and humiliation of her position beginning
to cause strange masochistic sensations to grow erotically in her
churning belly.
Reagan's face writhed in pleasurable agony as Mae's tongue made the
head of his cock jerk and throb like some chained animal wanting to be
free. He watched hypnotized as the flesh of her lips was pulled out
grotesquely on the out-stroke, clinging to the saliva-coated shaft of
his penis as she sucked hungrily, all her concentration now on the task
before her. Looking over his niece's laboring shoulders, Reagan stared
with obscene delight into the wild animal eyes of his own dog as it
fucked relentlessly into the spasming female body before him. It was
almost as if his wildly pulsating cock in her mouth was somehow
connecting him to the unnatural coupling of his niece and Hector, and
an obscene thrill shot through his mind.
"Suck it baby, suck it," he hissed, closing his eyes and pretending for
the moment that it was the blonde bitch across the street who was
hunched like this before him. Goddamn, he'd like to have her here,
ramming it deep into her aristocratic little throat. By God, he'd shove
it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her and then pump
his cum down her throat, filling that little belly of hers until she
burst.
Without warning, Reagan's pelvis began pistoning wildly, each tremor
ramming his long rigid cock deeper and deeper inside Mae's voraciously
sucking mouth. The gasping girl could feel his lust-thickened hardness
throbbing against her cheeks and tongue, and she knew this was it. He
was going to cum in her mouth! The ultimate humiliation was being
forced on her.
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end this degradation
and she sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before,
while sharp bolts of forbidden pleasure shot upwards from her animal-
filled cunt.
Her uncle groaned above her, flailing his head and ramming deep into
her throat, while he held her lust-contorted face in the prison of his
heavy hands. Suddenly his cock began to jerk and a second later it
spewed gushes of thick white cum deep into her throat. Mae groaned as
she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed quickly up and down,
trying to keep pace with the spewing sperm that jetted rhythmically
into the warm confines of her mouth. Clasping her lips in a tight
elastic ring around the ejaculating member, the beautiful young woman
swallowed madly, swirling her tongue around and around the swollen
cock-head. She wanted to suck him dry, to hurt him, to punish him for
the bitter humiliation he had subjected her to. She mistook his groans
of pleasure for pain and spurred herself on to greater effort. It went
on and on and she thought it would never end, until finally the hands
clamped at the sides of her head fell away, and the giant throbbing
cock gave one last spurt and s
