"Oww," Jill said as her fingers probed experimentally at her slightly swollen cuntal lips. She was a little more careful the next time, and found to her satisfaction that nothing seemed to be torn, just a little sore and tender. But her whole pussy area up between her legs was wet and slippery with Reagan's lewd sperm, so the young blonde got shakily to her feet and went into the bathroom to wash it off, thinking that if it were Bob's cum she would leave it on and let it soak its love-filled potency deep into her body.
When she came out of the bathroom, the bemused young woman put her bathrobe on over her naked body, but didn't bother to tie it shut. She wandered around the house for some time, not thinking of anything in particular, until she became aware of the slight stimulation that crept up from her newly awakened loins as her thighs rubbed lightly together with each step. She continued to walk, but now was fully conscious of the delicious feelings stealing over her, radiating out from that hot little center up between her legs until it felt as if she had a big ball of warmth inside her belly.
The young blonde bride had to sit down. She was feeling a little weak and her legs were shaking so she lay back in the chair, her breathing ragged, her legs straight out in front of her. Then she bent her neck to look down and at the same time she opened her trembling thighs so that the thin robe fell softly away from her loins, exposing her pubic mound to her fascinated gaze. Almost of their own volition her hands slid down over her smoothly rounded lower belly and her fingers crept in to gently part her sparse blonde pussy hair. She gasped as her fingers touched her wetly throbbing cunt, that secret part of her from which had radiated so much incredible pleasure only hours before.
The slightly panting young woman placed the edge of each of her hands against the outside of her cuntal lips and began to squeeze the two scarlet ribbons of flesh tightly together, and then to rub them lewdly up and down against one another. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid were squeezed from between the moistly trembling swelling as Jill watched fascinated, great waves of warm pleasure washing over her, as much from the lewd sight as from the pressure.
God, she had never done anything as wicked as this before in her life, the excited young blonde thought. But now she had the perfect justification. It had not been her fault that her carefully controlled passions had been suddenly stirred into full-blown life. She had been forced, raped really – changed against her will – so that now she could feel a certain guiltlessness about reveling in the erotic pleasures that could come from her shamelessly aroused body.
Jill experimentally inserted her extended middle finger inside the tight cuntal lips and ran it slowly up and down the hotly liquid slit, finally stopping to press firmly on her tiny protruding clitoris.
"Aaaaaahhhh," the dazed young blonde could not help gasping out at the pleasurable shock of her own touch. Her finger began to move more quickly now, madly circling her clitoris, sliding wetly up and down the burning slit between her widespread thighs, trembling occasionally at the petal-shaped entrance to her waiting vagina. Oh God, she thought, her mind just a collection of disconnected flickering images, she was just about to do this expressly forbidden thing, she would finger fuck herself until she came… until she experienced again that incredible internal explosion she had known for the first time this very afternoon. Yes, it was time to get to know her ripened body – train it so that it would be ready for her beloved husband, Bob. She…
The now hoarsely gasping young wife froze in her chair, her hand motionless. Had she heard a noise? She listened intently for a moment but all was silent, so once again her head fell back wantonly against the chair, her nakedly rounded buttocks resting of the forward edge, her long shapely legs spread in a rigid "vee". The outstretched finger of her right hand resumed making lewd sucking sounds as it slid wetly around inside her passion-soaked cunt. Then she froze again. It was a noise at the front door. A steady scratching sound accompanied by a low whining! For several seconds the aroused young woman remained lying back in the chair, her body demanding that she finger herself to completion. Then an incredible thought was born in her mind, and she stood up, letting her finger slide from her eagerly pulsing pussy and tightening the robe around her body before moving towards the door. The sounds from outside were louder now, and the still trembling blonde hesitated a moment with her hand on the knob, fearful of what she might find there. She swung the door open.
It was Hector.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Reagan walked out Jill's front door he was feeling on top of the world. His shoulders were back, his arms swinging jauntily, his lips whistling a happy tune. He had just won at his favorite sport; seduction, or to be more exact, semi-rape. In contrast to his confident swagger, Hector, his big German shepherd was a picture of dejection as he trailed reluctantly after the big man. This afternoon had brought some shocks for the beautiful animal. His master had first encouraged him to begin a sexual act with a woman and then had pulled him away in the middle of it. And to cap it off, the man he had followed faithfully for years had kicked him. Resentment battled with duty and training in the dog's confused mind while he followed his master as he had always been expected to do. Only this time the now wary animal was careful to keep out of the way of his boot.
"Mae! Mae, where the fuck are you?" Reagan roared as he slammed the front door of his house behind him. It was a moment before his sultry dark-haired niece appeared from a back room and stood silently waiting to see what her hated uncle had to say.
"You can take that Rumplestiltskin crap of yours and stuff it up your ass," the big man roared happily. "My name is still Bill Reagan. I gave that snotty little bitch across the street the screwing of her life."
"How nice for you both," Mae said acidly. She would never forgive her uncle for the brutal manner in which he had pried information from her about her evening with Bob Andersen, that "snotty little bitch's" husband.
"What's this?" Reagan asked, his brows raising in mock surprise. "Do I detect a tone of jealousy in your wise-ass reply. Well let me tell you something, little niece, you got something to be jealous of. Maybe I should send you over to take some lessons." The black haired beauty said nothing in return, and Reagan swept on into the living room and flopped wearily down into a chair.
"Whew, getting a little old, I guess. That wild piece of tail took a lot out of me. Maybe I need a drink. Make me one, Mae," he ordered pre-emptorily. Still without a word Mae walked over to the bar to do his bidding, knowing better than to annoy her brutal uncle.
"Maybe you should draw a bath for me too, while you're on your feet. The hot water'll relax the old bones, and then maybe later I'll fuck you, just for the sake of comparison." Reagan looked lasciviously over at his beautiful niece, thinking how nice it would be to have both these lovely women in the same day. They were now both his helpless slaves, his to violate whenever he wished.
While Mae was drawing Reagan's bath, Hector went over behind the couch and lay down, his head stretched out on his forepaws. His troubled canine eyes stared emptily into space as disturbing images of the exciting taste, smell and sight of the nakedly writhing female across the street flickered through his mind. The big dog had mounted a lot of women in the past, enough to know what he had missed, and he greatly resented being pulled so rudely away from the passionately aroused young blonde. The handsome animal kept nervously changing his position, glancing over from time to time to where his master was lounging back in an easy chair enjoying his drink. Like any human, the loyal animal felt guilty about his subversive thoughts.
"Your bath is ready, oh master," Mae said coldly as she came back into the room.