"No," she answered weakly, "I've never made love to a dog, and I've never made love to a woman." Her only answer was a knowing warm smile from Mae that made the younger girl feel as if her insides had melted, but melted in fire. She had never been so aroused in her life, and a part of her mind sensed that if she had not been on the verge of reaching her climax from Hector's licking she would probably tell this lovely creature that, no thank you, she didn't want any of what she was selling. But instead she lay on the bed breathing raggedly, watching the older woman as she slowly stood up and reached behind her to unzip the light dress she was wearing. It fell to the floor with a whisper and Jill saw that she had been wearing nothing underneath. A gasp came from the young blonde's lips as she saw unveiled for the first time the dark naked beauty of her voluptuous neighbor.
"Before today is over you'll know it all," Mae said lovingly, soothingly. "You'll know all about dogs and all about women."
"Oooooooh, Mae," Jill whimpered, more and more aware of the raging fire in her unfulfilled loins. She made no objection as the darkly beautiful woman lay down next to her, but to Jill's inexperienced surprise, Mae positioned herself with her head at the opposite end of the bed so that her face was opposite Jill's wetly throbbing vagina and her own loins lay only about a foot and a half from the young wife's desire-misted eyes. Oh God, Jill thought tremblingly, this exciting creature must be getting ready to lick my pussy, just as Hector did, and does that mean that I'll have to do the same for her? Jill wet her lips in horrified fascination as she looked over at the voluptuously naked female body lying full length next to hers.
Hector too watched intently. He had gone to the corner of the room when Mae had come in, wondering if she were here to punish him for his disobedience to his master. But no, she had never been the one to punish him, and the big dog soon forgot his fears as his interests quickly became aroused by the sound of heavy breathing coming from the two naked women on the big bed. They lay on their sides facing one another, but now he could see the smaller blonde one raise her top leg, bending it at the knee with her foot resting on the mattress so that he could clearly make out her blonde-fringed vaginal slit. And then the dark-haired woman he knew so well gently slid her hand down between those open legs and her fingers worked gently into that wetly heated slit. They played there for a moment before she withdrew them, and then her lovely face slowly lowered to the other girl's wetly shining pussy crevice where he had been licking moments before.
Mae had made love to women many times in her life, usually forced into it by Reagan as he watched in voyeuristic enjoyment, but this time it was different. Mae didn't know just what it was that drew her to the innocent young housewife lying tremblingly next to her, but she had a tremendous desire to give her pleasure. Perhaps it was her shining blonde beauty, perhaps it was the memory of the passionate evening she had spent with the other girl's husband, perhaps it had something to do with the wildly erotic scene that she had walked into just a few minutes ago. Whatever it was, she could never recall ever wanting to taste and love a pussy this much. Her eyes feasted on the narrow pink ribbon of flesh between Jill's blonde-fringed cunt-lips and she rested her cheek on the hot trembling flesh of her neighbor's satin thigh, close enough for her lips and nose to be tickled by the wispy silken strands curling of pussy hair so invitingly outward. They were all in this together, she, Jill, and her young husband, and even Hector. All victims of her uncle, all locked together now in a sinister ring of shared sexual pleasure.
All this while, utterly lewd salacious sensations charged through Jill's naked body, her belly and cunt seething with lustful desire. Oh, this beautiful woman, this lovely creature was going to lick the burning need from her pussy! The young blonde had never in her life dared think of engaging in such an act; being made love to by another girl. It was lesbianism… yes, that's what it was – contrary to everything she'd ever believed… sinful, yet she wanted it. Yes, she wanted it and had to have it!
The golden-haired wife watched with intoxicated amazement as that lovely dark head nestled lovingly deep down between her widespread thighs and then, yes…! She was nearly overcome with the incredibly erotic tremors that rippled through her vibrant young body as the wet magic contact of Mae's experienced tongue made its first searing contact with her seething cunt-lips. The older woman began to lick in long rushing strokes, all the way from the bottom of her vaginal crevice to the top, not entering but causing Jill to thrust her loins eagerly forward with each tantalizing caress against her wildly sensitive pussy.
Mae's own feverish loins began to come alive with impish tongues of lustful flame as she hungrily pressed her lips deeper into the warm succulent pussy flesh of the squirming young wife. Immediately her mouth became open and hot, all stabbing tongue, as it invaded the smoldering liquid flesh beneath. Ardently her eager tongue lashed out at the tiny erect clitoris, then back down again, darting everywhere inside Jill's hotly writhing pussy. The young blonde's delirious moans of happiness and lurid wet sluicing sounds filled the room as hot vaginal secretions mixed with Mae's saliva.
Jill moaned and squirmed to the rapturous mouthing of her burning cunt, ripples of fantastic sensation spasmodically twitching her tautly curved body. Panting explosively, the passion-wracked young blonde spread her legs open as wide as possible and thrust her steaming loins lewdly forward to bring the magic tongue tighter into her wide-splayed cuntal mouth. She could hear Mae's answering gasps under her, sucking the air in short surges, but never breaking the fervent contact of her fervent lips and tongue. Even her nose was buried… immersed in the tight pink folds of her lover's pussy. After the wonderful tonguing Jill had received less than a half-hour before from Hector, it didn't take the moaning young housewife long to reach the very pinnacle of her sexual excitement. Suddenly a white hot spark of flame was triggered in her convulsing belly and screaming loins!
"Ooooohhh… ooooohhh, Maeeeeee! I'm… I'm cccuuumminnnggg…!"
The beautiful young wife's voice trailed off in a choking whine somewhere between a sob and a sigh, then broke out once again into a thin high pitched wail as ecstasy deluged her nakedly spasming body. Intense sensations swept through the flailing girl's body as she writhed in the throes of sweet agony, jerking and tremoring. But she never lost contact with that open sucking mouth glued so tightly to her climaxing cunt, and the flickering tongue continued to play over her frenetically tremoring clitoris, sending waves of electric delights flashing towards her swooning brain. On and on, the two beautiful women writhed together in a hot naked embrace, oblivious of everything but their own ecstasy, oblivious even to the pair of human eyes staring awe-struck through the bedroom window.
Not even the dog noticed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Holy Christ, Bill Reagan muttered to himself. He was bent over by the side of the Andersen house peering in at a point where the curtains to the bedroom window did not quite meet, his eyes glued to the lewd spectacle of his niece and the hot little Andersen bitch writhing together in lesbian ecstasy. Despite a lifetime devoted to lechery, the big man had never seen two women go at it with quite this much energy and he might have remained at the window watching to the end if a evil idea hadn't suddenly popped up in his cruel mind.
Reagan straightened and moved quickly back toward the street, almost running. In less than a minute he was inside his own house fumbling with the phone book, looking for a number. Then he was dialing, waiting…
"Hello? Aubrey Investments? May I speak to Mr. Andersen, please… Mr. Andersen? This is Bill Reagan, your neighbor across the street… Right… I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your wife has had an accident… No… No… She's okay but I think maybe you'd better come home as soon as possible… Right… Okay, then, I'll be waiting for you out in front… good-bye." Reagan hung up the phone, a grin of evil delight creasing his beefy features. He went to the bar and poured a drink, knowing he would have a few minutes before Bob Andersen got home so that he could savor in his mind what was going to happen in just a short while. Strange how one's mood can change so sharply, he thought to himself. Just ten minutes ago he'd been in a rage. Lying back in the tub, Reagan had noticed his glass was empty and had called for Mae to make him another one. There had been no response so that big man had roared again, but only quiet answered him. There had been murder in his heart as he heaved dripping from the water and stormed into the living room dripping like some huge sea monster, and it hadn't helped when he found the house was empty, even his dog gone. Reagan dried and dressed quickly, muttering curses and promises to himself of what he would do to both Mae and the dog.