He knew it was true, and a bribe he had paid to the orderly in the nearby hospital had revealed – in the recent mysterious case of Priscilla Devereaux – serious injuries to the young woman's private parts, and animal hair, canine fluids and saliva, evidence her rich father may be hoping to keep completely secret but which the young reporter had no intention of keeping from the public. His ambition and financial needs were now overriding all human considerations, as they largely had since arriving here, from his neglect of his passionate, young wife to his needless affair with the sluttish Liz Clark. If DesirЋe had any idea of the oversexed and promiscuous quality of her friend…
Of course, he had little excuse for neglecting Tanya while carrying on with Liz. It was just his sense of failure that had made him feel alienated and unworthy of his lovely bride of less than two years. She had been very young when they married and while her schoolmate DesirЋe had gone on to university, Tanya had devoted herself to her ambitious, day-dreaming husband, now approaching thirty years of age and needing somehow to find some success in life.
Now he had it. He had kept his nose to the grindstone and pursued this wild story of bestiality in the rural Midwest. It had nearly broken him and destroyed his relationship with his devoted Tanya. But now he felt triumphant, happy, rejuvenated. And horny. Aroused like a wild stallion. He needed her, needed to fuck her and scream his joy into her face. He was made, and she with him.
Putting his cameras with their precious film down on the couch, he walked through the big house, unbuttoning his shirt. It was very quiet and he wondered if Tanya was at home. He had not seen the Mitchell's car that they had lent her before their departure for Europe, though he had not looked; it was usually kept in the garage. The carpet was thick and he made no sound as he went from the living room, where he had not found her, to the library, and then to the bedroom.
He found the room in very dim light and he almost backed out without seeing her, but then, as if from a dream, he saw her lying there, naked on the bed. She was waiting for him! How did she know that today of all days he would come home feeling great and needing her, and that this afternoon was the time to be there ready for him in bed? Rodney thanked heaven that he had a wonderful, patient, and understanding wife like Tanya, his twenty-year-old angel, this young, fresh vixen.
He didn't turn on the light, but undressed silently, trying to control his excited breathing. He was fairly wild with the long, lovely sight of her lying on her side, her smooth back and bottom toward him, the cleft deep and warm. Was she asleep? He went slowly so as not to wake her. He thought he could bring her out of her afternoon nap with a very pleasant, long-missed surprise.
Rodney crawled carefully onto the bed, his hardening cock lengthening ahead of his trim belly. Her flesh was so smooth, so sweet and fragrant! He reached out and touched her dark hair, lying like spilled chocolate on the pillow, then stroked his fingertips down her shoulder to her waist and beautifully formed hip and thigh. Still, she didn't move, sleeping deeply and soundly, the way young women can.
Rodney started at the ear, planting kisses from her neck and on down her body on the same sensuous path his hands had tenderly just traced, feeling a quick, reflexive jerk of her thigh muscles when his fingers curled around in front and stroked the so-sensitive crease between her pubis and thigh. The silken hair there was dry and fragrant and he could tell she had just showered before going to sleep. She smelled so sweet and pure that he had a flash of super-erotic inspiration.
Rodney reversed the position of his body, putting his head down by her bottom, pressing his hard penis against the back, between her shoulders. He had never done this to her in two years of marriage, but now he was going to give her a real treat. He gently parted her nether cheeks and found the dark recess of her anus, sniffed, and found it just as sweet as the rest of her. His mouth watering with hunger, his tongue reached out and lapped the tightly clenched orifice. She was delicious, and Rodney loved her flavor, her warmth, her gentle aroma. His pointed tongue speared out into the trembling hole and it yielded but slightly, allowing his tongue a fraction of an inch inside her. He licked it avidly, bathing it in his saliva, and it quivered reactively; he did not know that it had had ample lingual attention in just the last few hours.
His tongue had not the strength for a deep intrusion, so he used his index finger to penetrate her there while he pushed his head forward, under and between her thighs, parting them and beginning to work on her recently excited cunt. He tasted an immediate gush of her fluids, flooding his mouth with renewed arousal. Damn it, but his wife was a hot and lovely young female. It made him happy to be able to greet her this way after having neglected her needs for so long. He heard her pleased moan in her sleep. It could be that she would wake up to an orgasm.
Robyn was in a dream world of her own, wrapped in the considerate arms of a lover she had never met, a handsome young man with a lean, muscular body, kind and tender blue eyes, and blond hair. Uncle Jim was nowhere to be found, though there was the frequent snarling nightmare of Cerberus, a dog with multiple heads and a massive, red erection straining at the air. But there was a pleasant fire in her womb, down there at her pussy, and her clitoris was glowing. She felt streams of her lubricant washing through her feminine channel, and something gentle probing her recently evacuated rectum.
It was the sexiest, most wonderful dream she had ever had, and though she felt herself coming awake, she fought back the wakefulness, preferring to stay in this sweet world of fantasy love.
Rodney pulled his ravenous mouth from the girl's streaming, steaming vagina, and carefully drew his finger from the hot grip of her asshole, reversing his position again and pressing up against her back, shifting her upper leg and scooting his hips down to align his pulsing cockhead with the opening of her pussy. This was going to be heaven, after so long away from the comfort of her seething cunt. He found the spot, flexed his legs, and his cock surged into the wet opening to her womb.
Robyn moaned, feeling her excited pussy spread and entered for the second time that day. It was bringing her awake, but it ran right along with her romantic dream, so she moaned and lifted her upper leg to let her blond lover inside.
"Oh, yesss, my darling!" she said, feeling the big penis prying the walls of her baby vagina open, plunging deeper with each push of the man's belly against her firm butt, the knob on the end of the shaft pushing into the receptive cup of her cervix. He groaned. It felt fantastic! Different, somehow, from how he remembered her eager, snapping pussy. He pulled his cock back, hearing the wet slurp of her snug and slippery love-tube over the length of his penis, then levered back in, gasping at the irresistible caress of her loving flesh. In and out, again and again, a receptive, deep warmth, that pulled fire into the end of his throbbing shaft. Groaning with impulsive joy, he began pumping into her wondrous vagina, reaching around to palm her firm breasts from behind. He noticed that they seemed to be slightly bigger – damn, he had been away from her too, too long.