And now this! Bob entered the room just in time to see Hector's glistening dog-cock ram rapid-fire into Mae's wetly grinding pussy. He watched in horrified disbelief as his wife's sweet young lips reached up and began to sensuously mouth the hairy animal balls above her face. And what was that she had said? Fuck me next! That was it, she had asked the animal to fuck her too. The shocked young man started forward toward the bed but he staggered and had to catch hold of the door frame.
It was Hector who first saw the two men and he quickly pulled his glistening animal hardness from Mae's voraciously grasping pussy and leaped down from the bed.
"Hector, what's the matter," the young blonde asked, and then she saw them too.
"Oh God, where did he go with that beautiful cock?" Mae lewdly gasped out. Then noticing that Jill was squirmingly trying to push out from underneath her she asked, "What's wrong, Jill…?"
"Oh, oh, look," the younger girl moaningly exclaimed, pointing a trembling finger toward the door. Mae froze as she saw her hated uncle and Jill's white-faced young husband. Finally Bob found his voice.
"Wh-What's going on here?" he asked his cringing young wife as she tried desperately to cover her nakedness with her arms. "Good God," he asked. "Is this what you do with your afternoons? For Christ's sake, I-I, no wonder you don't come on to me. You like women… and dogs. Yes… that's it, you don't like men at all."
"Hold on now," Reagan said in his loud coarse voice, "you've got it all wrong, buddy. Your little lady is the wildest cock hound I've ever had the pleasure to climb on top of."
"What!" Bob roared in surprised rage. "You mean you've been sleeping with my wife!" He moved menacingly toward the big man, but Reagan held up his meaty palm.
"Careful there, tiger," he warned, pointing down to the now snarling Hector. "One wrong move and you're going to have fangs all over your throat. And if you want another reason to behave, I just happen to have a couple of dozen photographs of you and my charming niece together in the sack. It's only my charitable nature that keeps me from showing them to your boss. He could add them to the collection of pornography that I'll bet he keeps."
Bob stopped short, the threats coming home to him. He knew this sonofabitch had him where it hurt. He stood steaming for a moment and then whirled suddenly toward his wife, needing someone to vent his rage and humiliation on, and she was sure handy. As soon as the pitifully frightened young woman saw the terrible look on her husband's face she wailed: "Oh Bob, it's true, he blackmailed me into it. He said he would take the pictures to Mr. Aubrey and get your fired."
"Very good of you to sacrifice yourself, baby, but from what this smug bastard says you gave him back a little more than he had a right to expect. Maybe that's what I should have done, blackmailed you. Would you have turned on for me then, your own husband? And maybe the dog blackmailed you too. What did he have on us? Did he find something in our garbage maybe? And Christ, what about the milkman, is he in on this too?"
The heartbroken young wife started to open her mouth to say something but then realizing the hopelessness of it all she simply collapsed on the bed in a sobbing heap of pink quivering nakedness. This only further enraged her husband because now he was cast in the role of an oppressor. As he looked down at the helpless figure of his mortified young wife he found that his anger was mixing strangely inside him with a kind of wild sexual stimulation. The whole thing had an aura of perverted sensuality about it, but all he knew was that the conflicting emotions building and building inside him needed a way out.
"All right, bitch," he hissed coldly. "You've been fucked and sucked and licked by the whole rest of the neighborhood. It's time the guy who pays all the bills gets his share." And to his blonde wife's shock and horror he began pulling wildly at his clothes. My God, was he going to take her right there in front of all these people? She shrank back on the bed but it was no use. Her now naked young husband grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her toward him.
"One little peep out of you, wife dear, and I'm going to toss you right into the street… naked!" And with that the enraged young man fell forward on her, his giant penis standing out in front of him like an avenging weapon. With merciless strength he pried opened his petrified young wife's trembling thighs and forced his body between them. Then, without the least preparation he rammed his swollen cock all the way to the hilt up inside her fear-tautened belly and began fucking into her at once with long hard strokes.
To Jill's surprise, her husband's brutal assault caused her no physical pain since her wet little cunt had been well prepared first by Hector and then by Mae. But her gentle young soul was filled with pain as she looked up into her husband's scornful eyes and slow tears ran down her face. She hadn't wanted it to be like this when he took her. Now that she had discovered her hidden sensuality she had wanted to give herself lovingly, passionately to him, not in a room full of people with only hate between them.
But despite her personal misery the sobbing young wife could not control the automatic reaction of her trembling genitals. For the last hour she had been working up to fever pitch, her pussy brought to a quivering hunger by various tongues and mouths that only a huge male penis could satisfy, and there it was, right now, deep up inside her, ramming and pumping. Despite herself the guilty young blonde felt her arms and legs automatically reaching up to snake around her husband's powerful young body, pulling him tightly against her as her hips began a wanton grinding up against his thrusting loins. Small passionate whimpering sounds tumbled from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Holy God, her amazed husband thought above her as he looked down at the now sensuously twisting body of his supposedly frigid young wife. Never had he seen her like this, her eyes glazed and unseeing, her fingers clutching spasmodically at his shoulders and, God, was he imagining it or was her tight little cunt milking and nibbling at his painfully swollen penis. Christ, and he'd only just started!
Passion began to replace anger in the mind of the surprised and pleased young man, causing him to ram into his moaning wife with a will, stroking all the way up to the end of her wetly sucking pussy so that he could feel his balls pounding hard against the smooth flesh of her buttocks.
Bill Reagan watched the touching family scene before him in amused fascination. Christ, that young stud was really laying into her, as well as he had done with Mae the other night. But Reagan had seen people make love many times before and quickly grew bored, wanting something a little more exciting, a little more perverse. His beady eyes lit on his dog, Hector, who was trying to remain inconspicuous in a corner, afraid of what his master might do to ham because of his disobedience.
"Hector, get your ass over here," Reagan snarled and the big dog got to his feet and nervously approached.
"Okay, you son of a bitch," Reagan said harshly, and he twisted one of Hector's ears until the animal howled. "You want to go out catting around, looking for your own tail, there it is over there," and he indicated the struggling married couple on the big bed.
"Come on, you dumb shit," he said and pushed the dog roughly toward the bed. "Come on, fuck her, fuck her!"
The confused dog moved uncertainly toward the bed, recognizing those last few words. He was to mount the female with the yellow hair, the one who's sex-hole he had lapped so recently. But how was he to do it? Already there was a man on top of her, blocking him from his goal. He looked back uncertainly at his master to see if he had misunderstood the order, but Reagan aimed a fierce kick at him and Hector jumped quickly up on the bed.