Depraved Blackmailers
(Mm+/Ff+, size, rape, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

 

Chapter 1	Frustration
Chapter 2	Meeting Buck
Chapter 3	Blackmail
Chapter 4	Non-consent
Chapter 5	Exposure
Chapter 6	Plea Bargain
Chapter 7	Payoff

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Chapter 1.
Frustration
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Erika Pretz loved her new husband, Brian, and consequently was willing to do anything for him, even be with other men if he needed her to be. Little did she realize that would be only one of the tortures that she would come to endure on his behalf in a web of lies, deceit, and blackmail within the sordid tale that unfolds below.

Erika could not rid herself of the feeling that they were being unduly persecuted. She studied her young husband of five weeks who stood on the opposite side of the bed watching as he removed his shirt and trousers to reveal his lanky frame, a tender emotion of deep affection filling her. They had done nothing, absolutely nothing, she reasoned incredulously as she unzipped and stepped out of the maid's black, petite uniform that the Keeles insisted she wear. Yet, there they were, serving a ridiculous probationary period, and all because of a miserably decrepit judge.

"It could be worse, sweetie," her husband spoke softly, interrupting her thoughts, the warm smile brightening his sharp-angled, boyish features meant to lessen the oppression that had been with her since Judge Tobin had sentenced them earlier that day. "So, we didn't know anything about the damned grass Brandon had; they could still have thrown the book at us. Ignorance is no excuse, you know, and I'm thinking that if it hadn't been for Captain Rocker and Ryan McAuliffe; well, we'd both be taking a nice hike."

"But how could we know Brandon had Meth on him? My god, we had just met them not an hour before; then, like a pair of idiots we had to go along to their party," the seventeen-year old girl reflected lamentably, her wide and innocent green eyes puddled with tears as they had time and again throughout the ordeal of the past ten hours.

"I know, I know, baby," Brian Pretz conceded, sensing the lump rising in his own throat at the little tears trickling down her angelic face. He stood awkwardly running his hands through his own long, chestnut hair, his shorts alone covering his nakedness.

Damn, what a fine beginning he'd gotten them off to! Married five weeks, eloping the way they had against her parents' wishes, and now this mess. Her father had been right; he'd never amount to a "row of ashcans"; college dropout, vagabond; a worthless bastard at twenty, that's what he was. Hell, he'd had no right marrying her and he'd known it from the start, but he hadn't been able to help himself; he'd loved her from the first moment that day he'd seen her on the beach, reminding him of a golden Venus in her tiny white bikini, just as she did at that very second, her wispy sheer panties and abundantly filled bra enhancing the curvaceous loveliness of her golden-tanned, satiny-skinned body.

"If only we'd never met them, none of this would've happened," Erika persisted, unable to shake her dejection as she turned and walked to the vanity for a facial tissue.

Brian swallowed tightly, his discerning eyes automatically fixing on the provocative rippling movements of her curvaceous young hips and perfectly oval buttocks, the length of her blonde silken hair falling to the middle of her back, her slender, waspish waist and long, shapely legs. He felt a stirring inside his shorts and mentally berated himself for harboring such thoughts at a time when she needed consolation rather than him on top of her.

"How could we know, Erika sweetie?" he questioned, moving around the bed toward her. "They seemed like right guys, and they were, I mean, a couple of joints in a cat's pocket doesn't make him public enemy number one just because the establishment decrees it so. They were just three ordinary guys knocking around the country and trying to find themselves is all."

"Oh, I know, sweetie, I know," Erika sobbed, dabbing at her little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her new husband. He opened his arms and she quickly drifted into them, as if welcoming the security of their strength. "It was that terrible judge. I feel certain that Captain Rocker intended to let us go. He seemed to believe us, but then something happened after Mr. McAuliffe came, and the next thing I knew we were being arraigned in court. Oh, if Daddy ever finds out."

"There, baby, now don't start worrying about that," Brian tried at reassuring her, stroking his hands over the smoothness of her back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness of her resilient breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly grazing downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her young buttocks and draw her snugly to him. "Your father is two thousand miles from here. Besides, it'll all be over before we know it; three months isn't long, and at least we'll be together."

She looked up into his face and he saw the tiny amber lights sparkling in the depths of her green, and sometimes grayish-hued eyes, and then he heard her almost inaudible gasp of arousal as she felt the urgent throb of his swelling penis against the softness of her belly.

"Oh Brian, I don't know what I would've done if they'd separated us," she whispered, her warm, soft loveliness seeming to melt into his virile, lanky body. She raised her sensuous, almost quivering lips and he kissed them tenderly. "I... I love you so much."

"And I love you, baby," he replied, letting his hands possessively massage the intoxicating mounds of her buttocks inside her soft sheer panties, while his ever-hardening penis jerked slightly against the soft, silken flesh of her belly. He tried to concentrate on the immediate urgency of their situation, but his mounting desire for her was making that next to impossible; anyway, he didn't want to give her the slightest inkling that he did not trust their new benevolent overseer. And he couldn't reason why Ryan McAuliffe, the Juvenile Director of Corrections for the State, had so kindly taken them into his home as maid and odd-job man rather than let them be sent into individual detention institutions to serve their time. In fact, it had been the big, smiling, gray-haired man who had approached the bench and pleaded for probation for them, and surprisingly enough that fink judge had listened and granted it.

"Sweetie, let's get into bed," Erika whispered against his cheek, the sweet warmth of her breath interrupting his train of thought and inciting him as always. "I… I need you so badly tonight; after all that's happened."

"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for that, you hot little minx," he hissed while he unfastened her bra and smoothed his hands beneath to cup the lavish dunes of buoyant, pink-nippled flesh, their tiny buds like little marbles burrowing into the palms of his hands. Christ, she was a lovely little creature, if only she would let herself go; try to shake off the damned religious fetters her parents had shackled her with. He could wait; damn, yes, he'd wait forever if necessary.

Erika loved the warm, rippling sensations the closeness of her husband's masculinity and the caressing of his hot, gentle hands on her naked breasts sent coursing through her belly. From the very first time it had been the same, and he had been the first boy to possess her; that night, one of so many beautiful moonlit, star-crested nights on the beach. But he was hardly a man at twenty; yet anything but a boy. He was her lover! That's what he was, her lover, and soon, she felt certain, that he would find the secret of really fulfilling her budding young sexual hunger She thought these things as she pressed her aroused flesh with unstained innocence against his, her mind desperately trying to blot out the unwarranted circumstances imprisoning them. Of course, Brian was right; ignorance of the fact was no excuse, and the penalty could have been so much worse, but she'd been certain that the happy-faced, stout, Captain Rocker had intended to let them go after she'd told her story, and then Mr. McAuliffe had arrived on the scene. Still, as Brian said, at least they were together, and their room was comfortable. It would only be for three months, certainly not a lifetime, and the luxurious house was beautiful even if it was on the same grounds with the Halfway House for Girls. At least, she didn't have to be locked up inside that horrible place, being that she was on restricted probation, and Mrs. McAuliffe had appeared to be a kind, as well as strikingly beautiful woman in an austere way. There was nothing about her that suggested the position she held as Director of a girl's reform institution.

No, it could be considerably worse, and she'd been acting like a child, anything but a wife. Her sweet, roughly-handsome young husband deserved so much more. God, how she loved him! To make him happy was all that she dreamed of. If, if only she knew more of the secret, intimate ways, perhaps then she could do them for him! Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her? Anything?

"Oh sweetie," Erika whispered as he gently rolled her thin, almost transparent panties down over her hips to fall in a silken pile at her feet, then drew her naked young body back on top of him while he lowered himself onto the bed.

"Yes?" he prodded with a grinning hiss.

"I... I... I love you!" she gasped kissing him hungrily and writhing her moistened pussy downward against the length of the hard throbbing penis inside his shorts. "God, I love you,
sweetie!"

He twisted his mouth free, still grinning. "I know all of that but now the question is, how bad do you want to get fucked?"

"Oh... oh, god?" Erika gasped, the sudden wild sensations racing through her belly and loins at the wickedly lewd sound of his use of the forbidden four letter word making her forget all else but his presence and the delicious feel of his hard, virile cock nestled in the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and sparsely-haired young pubic mound. Sensuously, she squirmed her hips and buttocks in an effort to work the long, cloth-hampered shaft of hardened flesh up between the pouting lips of her slowly moistening pussy. "Anyway, anyway, only do it sweetie! Love me! Make me happy! Oh... oh, please don't stop until, until."

"Until?" he puzzled.

Frustrated, Erika sensed her cheeks flushing and stammered: "Oh, just hurry. sweetie? Please get those terrible clothes off!"

Ryan McAuliffe chuckled an obscene little sound as he watched the closed-circuit TV screen and with open lewdness rubbed the swollen heavy member bulging the front of his dressing gown. He lay relaxed on the massive bed of the elegant room, the brunette, ivory-skinned enchantress beside him as devoid of clothing beneath the sheer negligee as was he, her exquisite, statuesque body sensuously visible through the black, filmy negligee. With obviously excited eyes she watched and listened to the intimate bedroom performance unfolding before her, while she gently stroked the great head of the Rottweiler lying on the floor beside her. Like her husband, Kellie McAuliffe was reveling in the act of playing voyeur to their newly acquired domestics' lovemaking.

"That delicious little bitch," the powerfully built, gray-haired man whispered licentiously. "Look at her squirm that luscious little ass! I knew it when I first laid eyes on her in Rocker's office. She's got it all, baby, and that dumb punk husband of hers can't turn it on." Again, he let out a lurid chuckling sound. "You ever see prettier titties, or a more devastating pair of thighs? And on top of that, she's a natural blonde. Mmmmm, just look at those little golden curls sprinkled over that tight young pussy; doesn't that make your mouth water though?"

"Wow!" his severely beautiful-faced wife exclaimed with a sensual titter of her own; then, addressing the animal beside her: "Daddy's going right out of his skull, Buck! Maybe he won't be able to wait and try to seduce her; we might just have a rape on our hands."

Ryan rolled his head to gaze over at his voluptuous mate, noting with an appraising sly eye the white, smooth flesh of one naked raised leg bent at the knee, and the full, rounded shapeliness of its firm thigh. The enticing display sent a ripple of lust from his groin to his belly and he felt his heavy cock lurch inside the robe. Hell, even at forty she could still put women half her age to shame with that body, he realized, and on top of that she knew how, and loved to use it. They made the perfect match all right; she was as sly as was he, which fostered the ideal arrangement with both of them enjoying their extramarital activities whenever and however they chose.

Then, there was the Tilsons, the supposedly social club for influential politicos and wealthy notables that was in reality a swinging sex circle they had secretly founded together and that met once a week; and if that wasn't enough to handle her drive, she always had the never-absent dog by her side that he had given her a present from Ron Foreback upstate, and truly a remarkable animal out of the noble sire, Bucksaw. Hell, the brute would have cost a fortune to buy, but he'd done a turn or two for the Johnstown Police Captain.

"Don't try to tell me you aren't spurred by a sexy young body like hers, baby, especially a teenager," Ryan taunted with a lewd grin. "Remember me, your all-knowing husband?"

For a moment, Kellie didn't answer him. Not that his pointed remark bothered her in the least; their shared understanding of varied sexual pleasure was too profound for such nonsense. The fact of the matter was that although the breathtaking blonde teenager, who at that precise moment was gasping passionately over the speaker system as her young husband wormed his surprisingly thick, lengthy 9-inch cock into her nakedly open little pussy, had inspired lascivious sensations down inside her own pussy at the mere sight of her delicious nakedness, it was the long-haired, youthful husband she couldn't look away.

"For the time being I'll leave the little blonde dolly to my all-knowing husband's satirical lust," Kellie finally replied as she continued to fondle and pet Buck's gallant-looking head. "And in lieu of her I'll gear my feminine wiles toward the bedding of that lanky young boy with the astonishingly man-sized cock." With that, she raised her head, fluffing up the pillow beneath to better watch the erotically piquing intimacy taking place on the screen before them. "My god, you'll have to admit that it is an unexpected wonder, Ryan!" she exclaimed, her breath catching in her throat jealously as a low, deep-throated groan came over the sound system and she could see the full, blood-inflated head of the young boy's cock working sensuously at the thin, hair-lined pussy lips of his widespread wife.

"Oh, god," the teenage girl gasped as the huge, excitedly pulsing tip penetrated the tight elasticized mouth of her moistened, pink pussy, visibly stretching the small, visibly quivering opening as it wormed its way into her with the help of her young husband's guiding hand.

"Oh... OOOHHH GOD, SWEETIE... IT'S SO BIG... SO TERRIBLY BIG," Erika's whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity through the speaker to the pair of sly voyeurs watching lustfully from their elaborate bed. "Oh... OOOHHH PLEASE, NOT TOO FAST, LOVER... IT HURTS YET."

"The little bitch hasn't seen anything!" Ryan McAuliffe rasped goatishly. "Wait till she gets a few inches of this baby crammed up into that little cunt!"

Kellie McAuliffe was too mesmerized by the lust-arousing scene to drag her eyes from the screen, but she knew her husband had grasped his own massive penis and was stroking it, and then, subconsciously, she was aware of her slender hands caressing her own slowly swelling breasts, plucking at their hardened ruby-like nipples through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny, butterfly-like sensations began to run rampant in her loins and belly. Beside her, Buck had gotten to his feet and was whining and staring at her because of the loss of her petting hand, but she temporarily paid him no attention either.

God, there was something about the boy that excited her to no end. His cock alone would normally be enough; the young virile length and thickness of it; but there was more about him that seemed to kindle deeper sensations of desire than she'd known for ages; his roughly-handsome face perhaps, or was it the lankiness of him, as her father had been. Yes! That was it! God, he even resembled the pictures she vaguely remembered of her incestuous, wealthy father in his younger years! That was the crux of it all! He was the image of her Daddy that she wanted to remember the first man ever to make love to her, a night she could recall vividly after her mother's death. She had been thirteen that first time, but there had been many, many more such beautiful nights, and then that bitch had come into their house to steal him away from her just as the blonde little slut on the screen intended to do, only this time it would be different! The hand that wielded the power belonged to her, Kellie McAuliffe! Yes, she was going to possess her Daddy this time, body and soul, and the young blonde intruder, even if she was his wife, was going to suffer! Oh, how she was going to suffer for all the unhappiness the one like her had caused her!

Beside her and scandalously stroking the amazing endowment of his long, heavy 11-inch cock, Ryan McAuliffe gaped with licentiously glued eyes at the erotically enchanting spectacle of the young bride, Erika Pretz's magnificent, naked loveliness. The fact that she was simultaneously getting fucked by her legitimate husband only added to the mounting lust in his fired and sly loins; watching the changing expressions of momentary enchantment to sudden twinges of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft of hot, hard flesh was forced deeper into her, inciting envious, sadistic spasms to charge through his gut; staring eagerly at her wide-spread, full rounded young thighs. He admired the delicious cleft to her white, un-tanned ass, the rippling delight of her firmly jutting breasts as she worked passionately to accept him. Christ, what a phenomenal species of teenaged female she was!

He'd taken one look at her in Rocker's office, a sufficiently long enough look to know the hidden pleasure yet unleashed in her tight, rounded ass, and damned little more was necessary. Neither the police captain nor that junky, Tobin, dared to oppose him when he'd suggested the kids would make a nice set of playthings around his house for the next three months, and that was logical. He'd used a measure of psychology in bringing Rocker into the Tilsons with that dumpy, ugly wife of his, and he supplied all of Tobin's "H". There was little goddamned else they could do but comply to the wheel's wishes.

Ryan grinned confidently, indulging himself in the luxury of his statewide power for a moment. He damned sure had the trigging state pretty well secured, didn't he? It wouldn't be long before he could name governor nominees, and what came after that except Washington! His grin broadened, even as he clutched his cock and stared at the screen above. That was another shrewd little enticing move he'd made, having the closed-circuit TV installed and strategically placed around. Hell, he had it made, like damned few potentates with all their harems ever dreamed of. He had a whole trigging Halfway House filled with them! Six hundred and better, which reminded him.

"Where the hell is that little bitch?" he spat at his wife, rolling his head toward her and lifting it from the pillow.

"She should be here," Kellie replied, looking over at him. "You have the remote. Switch it around."

Ryan McAuliffe made a guttural sound as he picked up the control panel and pressed a button. Responsively, the screen picture changed, depicting several young girls in full dress moving around a room. Again, he pressured a button that presented a similar scene, end yet another, until the screen display pictured a shower room of the adjacent penal home.

The sounds of the splashing shower-sprays and the voices of the three naked young girls beneath them filled the bedroom. Eagerly, Ryan McAuliffe's flinty eyes raked over their teenaged bodies, feasting carnally on their tender charms.

"The one in the middle, Daddy, Rita Saunders, with the long red hair," his wife informed in a throaty voice. "Like?"

"Hmmmmm, not bad... not bad at all," Ryan grunted, admiring the firmness of the unaware girl's pointed young breasts, firmly rounded buttocks and hips, to the symmetrical pattern of her well-proportioned thighs and calves. "How old is she?"

"Thirteen. This is her second stay with us, and for the same reason, shoplifting," Kellie said, admiring the pretty redhead's Sapphic body inviting. Already, she had enjoyed its youthful delights in her private suite at the Home and knew from which she spoke. "And don't worry, Daddy, she knows all the tricks, that little girl. I presume she's had to, coming from a near destitute family with a drunken father and prostitute mother."

"Okay, okay, I don't give a damn about her poor unfortunate history," Ryan cut her short. "Let's get the little bitch over here before this thing shatters from the strain, eh?"

Kellie teetered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation washing through her as she trained her view on the erect, thick and long object her husband of fourteen years was referring to. He still held it salaciously in his hand while he worked the foreskin up and down to cover then reveal its moistly swollen head. And what a magnificent cock it was, she mused sensuously. God, she had all she could do to keep from pouncing on it right then with her own building passion firing her, but experience had taught her the ecstatic advantages of letting him navigate the course of events they would follow. She said: "Don't get impatient, Daddy. Montag will be bringing her along shortly, as soon as she gets all nice and dainty for you. In the meantime, why don't we switch back and watch our new playthings for awhile. That sweetie boy does quivery things to your baby's belly."

The big man responded with an obscene little laugh, re-picturing the Tilsons in their act of intimate sex, while Buck lay his great head on the bed, nuzzling his nose against his mistress's soft hip meaningfully with a tiny whimpering sound.

"Looks as if Buck's impatient, too," Ryan said, grinning.

Kellie stroked the beautiful animal's head affectionately and cooed down at him. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll have your own little party pretty soon. Mama could never deny you."

"Ooooohhhh... oooohhhh Godddddd!" Erika moaned into the pleasure-slackened face of her young desire-incited husband as he continued to fill her with slow, long thrusts... rhythmic plunges that fucked into her tight, yielding pussy to greater and greater depths, until at last she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her cervix and his full, cum-filled balls slap resoundingly into the soft sensitive crevice separating the widespread cheeks of her naked buttocks. The painful pleasure left her breathless, somewhere between purgatory and heaven, she thought wildly! Oh yes! Yes, maybe this was the night! Oh, god, it was so beautiful, so beautiful! And she groaned from deep in her throat with the bliss that was overwhelmingly intoxicating her.

At first, from her tiny wailing gasps, Brian feared that he'd hurt her, but then he felt her begin to writhe and squirm beneath him aggressively and he knew different. Her deliciously clasping young cunt, as if of its own uncontrollable volition, initiated a voracious muscular squeezing along the full length of his deeply burrowing cock, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into his chest. Her warm lovely belly pressured hotly upward against him while her thighs clamped and released at his waist as she worked her now hungrily accepting young pussy up and down the full hardness of his driving penis, helping to establish the tempo of their fucking.

"Oh Brian, sweetie, sweetie... don't ever stop," she murmured as his now aching rod of desire-hardened flesh soared into her moistly secreting cuntal sheath and her head began to flail excitedly from side to side. He saw the tiny teeth marks appear on her ripe lower lip where she'd nibbled at it; then, she was sucking and biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his mouth and almost wantonly, gasping warm, sweet breath into his throat.

He saw the thin film of sweat beading on her forehead beneath the entangled halo of honey-hued hair, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of erotic abandon beginning to gurgle from deep in her throat against his lips. Damn, damn! He'd never seen his proud little wife really let herself go this way! The erotic sight of her enchantingly naked body writhing and bucking in feverishly rising heat spurred him lasciviously on. She was his now; all his to fuck when and however he chose?

Erika cried out beneath him, twisting suddenly to escape the abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath the firm white cheeks of her smooth rounded buttocks and pulled her nakedly open loins up tighter to him, fucking into her defenseless young pussy with a new unleashed savagery. The vicious smacking of his heavy, semen-bloated balls against her tiny puckered ass and the smooth, softly yielding crevice between her upturned buttocks echoed lewdly throughout the small room.

"Auuuggghhhh... ooogghhhh... ooohhhh... oohhh... don't ... don't hurt me, lover... please?" she choked brokenly.

But he hardly heard her guttural, animalistic plea and ignorantly plunged harder and deeper in his mounting passion, screwing his leanly driving pelvis tighter into her soft, sensitive cunt, grinding the flaccidly cringing flesh sadistically with his excitedly working fingers. Then, to his surprise, with a low passionate groan coming from deep in her chest, she began to arch her hips up to him, meeting his brutal lunges with sudden violent upthrusts of her own. Her eyes glazing now with unrestrained passion, she suddenly raised them both inches off the bed in wild, untamed cadence with her incessant moans beneath his nakedly pounding body, opening and closing her legs high up around his waist, slaving her heated young pussy up and down his lust-hardened cock in an obscenely working rhythm she could no longer seem to control.

Furiously, Brian fucked into her, cupping her nakedly trembling loins tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs until she was almost bent double and her knees touched her passion-swollen breasts, causing the moist, clasping hole of her tightly milking cunt to blossom open even further in reception to his pistoning cock tunneling ever deeper inside her. Erika tossed her head in mesmerized, unequivocal bliss, the momentary twinges of pain she had known quickly giving way to the pleasure he was bringing her rapture-filled body, her smooth, firm thighs and buttocks on either side of his virile, thickly impaling cock quivering and twitching spasmodically in unleashed ecstasy, her tongue slithering hotly in and out of his sucking mouth in a simulation of oral fucking.

There had never been anything – any time like this before for her! Never, never, never! Oh yes... this was it... the night she'd been waiting for! "Ooohhh... harder, sweetie! Harder!" she urged, her voice coarse with an overwhelming, salacious appetite that had to be satisfied. "Oh please, lover... harderrrrr!"

Brian gaped down at her in disbelieving astonishment, her almost frenzied, licentious performance firing him wildly. Christ, he'd reached the point of losing control over his climax. A half-dozen times he'd barely been able to force it back, and he knew he could never do it again! He'd collapse if he didn't soon cum! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was plunging furiously in and out of her now almost drenched little pussy, concentrating on the feel of the tight, pink folds of raw flesh clasping and clinging to his rampaging cock he was thrusting with jackhammer force into her. Oh, Christ, it was too much? In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and deepen his lunges as she writhed frantically under him, grinding up and down his almost bursting cock with incredulous fury, her long, beautifully tapered legs uncontrollably jerking, her toes curled under as she drew her soft, tanned thighs back higher. Below, the smooth, satiny flesh of her inner cuntal walls began to milk the life from her young, hard-driving husband's throbbing shaft of lust-hardened cock-flesh. Insanely, Brian pounded, pounded, pounded in one last futile effort, pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back hard until her head was framed by them, lifting the plain of her naked cunt higher and more widely open to his almost inhuman battering of her helplessly exposed pussy.

"Ooochhhhh... ooohhhhh, that's it, Darling! That's it!" Erika cried, her mouth loose, her eyes rolling insanely in her lovely head. "Don't stop! My god, don't stop, sweetie!" she gasped, her angelic face bearing only the slightest resemblance to the girl he knew and loved, her wild passion warping her features into a sensuously depraved mask of obscene lust. "Oooohhhh! Don't ever stop, Brian sweetie... no! Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me, my sweetie, fuck me?"

Brian's senses were a swirling mass of confused lust, and he needed only to hear the lewd four-letter word tumble wantonly from her lips to peak him! Whatever else she had said he hardly heard, but it didn't matter! He was there and couldn't hold it back! His aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into a billion slivers any second! His balls would explode like an over-inflated balloon, splattering the walls of the room? He wanted to wail out as he ground hard and deep into her rhythmically sucking young cunt in his effort to penetrate the furthest sanctuary of her deliciously grinding belly! He watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling... even saw their tiny pink nipples expand as she flailed her head madly from side to side, and then it tripped! It was cumming, like a gusher of oil unleashed from the bowels of the earth, and there was no capping it!

An odd expression contorted Erika's delicate features. She felt the jerking and expanding of his heavy, cum-laden cock and realized its meaning! He was going to! Going to cum and, and leave her this way again! My god, she'd go out of her mind?

"No! No! Please no! God, sweetie, not yet! You mustn't cum yet!" she begged, jamming her nibbling cunt tightly up against the thundering, pulsating rod of hard flesh as if to try and stop it. "Oh my god! Don't leave me this way again, sweetie?"

He wanted to hold back for her, tried, but it was too late! The hot stream had already begun to charge the length of his cock, his throbbing balls pumping sporadically like some well-tooled mechanism extracting juice from the earth's entrails. They both felt it spurt into her: he from the tip of his exploding cock; she, as the blood-inflated head expanded and contracted, squirting its thick, hot cum like a jet of scalding cream against the walls of her desperately clasping pussy!

Erika screamed again and again: "No! Oh my god, no?" But her young husband was too far above her at that moment, and though he heard her cries, he knew he could do nothing but revel in the delight of his hot, thick semen racing the distance of his cock, its stimulating ecstasy wracking his lanky young frame as it spurted far up into her soft, quivering belly. It jerked and spewed in unending spasms inside her, while she ground her cruelly insatiate loins frantically up against its buried depths, inciting rather than stopping it! And then, it was done? Unashamedly, Erika whimpered out in her desperate frustration as he drew the slowly deflating shaft of useless flesh out of her cum-flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks in confused disgust with himself, his cheeks flushed, his mouth slack.

"D-Damnit baby, I, I'm sorry, honest to Christ I am, but I couldn't help myself," he whined weakly, hardly able to look her in the eye. "I tried: you believe that don't you?"

She said nothing as she fought to regain control of her ragged emotions and quell the raging inferno of sensations that were tingling wildly in her unfulfilled loins and belly. Dear god, she had to try to understand. In all truth, she knew that he had done his best, and was it his fault that she was some sort of freak? Her sweetie, she looked at him sitting there so dejected and ashamed, blaming himself for what was her inadequacy and a warm feeling of compassionate love for him surged through her.

"It's all right, sweetie," she whispered and smiled, opening her arms to him. "Come here and let me kiss you."

He did, eagerly crawling between her still opened thighs once more as she reached over and flicked the room into darkness.






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Chapter 2.
Meeting Buck
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"What the hell did I tell you!" Ryan McAuliffe gloated lewdly to his aroused wife beside him on the bed as he flicked off the TV. "The dumb punk kid of a husband can't do it for her. What she needs is a cock like this stuffed into that frustrated little pussy of hers, and believe me, Kellie baby, she's going to get it!"

The brunette enchantress hungrily ogled her husband's thick, heavy-veined organ he had continuously stroked throughout the young Tilsons' lovemaking sequence, their own act of voyeurism doing as much to stimulate her lust as the actual performance itself. Her belly and loins churned with sensual fermentations that she had helped agitate with an unashamed finger teasing warmly between her excitedly flushed cunt-lips, gently tweaking her ever hardening clit while she watched the desirable young Mr. Pretz try to satisfy that little blonde bitch with his husky young cock. God, she couldn't imagine cumming any less than a half-dozen times with that virile rod of youthful, cock flesh fucking into her, and how she wished she had him right on top of her at that moment, with his proud little blonde wife forced to stand by and watch!

"Where the hell is that goddamned Montag with the Saunders cunt?" Ryan snarled, bolting from the bed to his feet and stripping away his lounging robe.

Admiringly, Kellie stared at her naked husband with his thick, hairy chest and broad shoulders. Few big men at his age of fifty kept themselves in such trim, she reflected for the millionth time, letting her eyes trail down over his powerful physique, actually appreciating the slight overhang of his belly above the menacing wagon-tongue-like cock polling out from his hair-matted loins.

Yes, she could have been happy with him alone if things had been different, if he'd chosen to do anything else rather than play politics. But he'd been both ambitious and a profligate, and she had frowned on neither characteristic. Rather, had she willingly joined forces with him, and in all truth she had never been sorry. Not only was she able to indulge to her own insatiable cravings at will, but she still could enjoy the sadistic pleasure of his ravaging cock when they both so chose, that act made more enticing by the extracurricular activities they engaged in. Like the one coming up.

"You want me to ring the Home, Daddy?" she questioned, petting Buck's noble head beside her while she watched Ryan walk toward their corner bar. Of course, she knew he wouldn't. Invariably, they both preferred to stimulate their drives for hours before they satisfied their lust, and she had told her Executive Director ten o'clock. It was yet five minutes from that. Besides, Kellie knew old lesbian Montag wouldn't dare fail her lest she be cut off from the scrapped young delicacies she tossed her now and then to maul and intimidate.

"No... let's have a drink or two instead," he answered, moving behind the bar. "Scotch-rocks?"
"Fine."

Rita Saunders slipped only the form-fitting, mini street-dress she had been given over her naked body, while the ugly-faced, heavy tripped and legged Director stood back watching in obvious slyness. She wouldn't need anymore, she knew, brushing her page-boy styled hair and staring into the mirror of her so-called room where two other girls lay in their beds watching her.

"You... you afraid, Rita?" fifteen-year old Helen Davis, a runaway, asked.

"Afraid? Afraid of what?" Rita replied as she manipulated the brush, the sudden thought occurring to her that there was no way they could frighten her. She had already seen and done too much in her young life.

"Shut up!" Montag ordered. "You two should be asleep. You know the rules."

"Piss on you, Montag," Elena Rodriguez, an fourteen-year-old teen prostitute spat. Rita smiled at her brazenness and Helen laughed outright. "Why don't you go downstairs and eat some more of Old Molly!"

"Y-You two-bit bitch!" Montag hissed. "Wait 'till I get you! You just wait!"

Elena spat disgustedly. "I can."

Again, Helen laughed.

"Okay, okay, let's get off the kick," Rita suggested, not at all minding the lark she was forced to attend. Her mind floated euphorically; she'd had the usual cube of sweetener with its minimum dosage of Exstasy, but it was adequate to take her up and away. Hell, it didn't hurt to play slave to the master; he might take a sudden liking to you; besides, she hadn't had a feel or taste of manmeat in six weeks and it'd been sometime since she'd been so denied. Not that she couldn't live without it, there were other ways, but she'd rather live with it.

"Come on, come on, Saunders," Montag snapped. "He isn't going to be looking at your hair, just your pussy."

"Like you," Elena sneered, "oh, Montag?"

Rita dropped her brush and walked to the locked door, a smile uncontrollably broadening her attractive young face.

"I'll get to you, Rodriguez!" Montag hissed. "Don't worry, I'll get you sooner or later, then, we'll see how snide you'll be."

"I can't imagine anything more horrible than you eating me, Montag," Elena spat, watching the infuriated woman unlock the door and shove her roommate through the opening.
"Remember, where, I can wait," Montag hissed venomously. "You can't! Just remember that!" Then, to Rita with a knuckle in the middle of her back: "Get going, you. And remember, it pays to be nice to Montag if you want to stay up on that happy little cloud."

Erika Pretz lay quietly in her young husband's arms as he slept. The immediacy of her desire had gradually dwindled, but the basic sensations still quavered in her belly and loins. God, there had to be something wrong with her! She had been almost on the brink of ultimate ecstasy, whatever that was, and suddenly it had been as if she were forsaken! Yet, she knew that Brian would never knowingly forsake her, he loved her as she loved him.

God, that they should be almost locked up like this, even forgetting the splendor of the place; they were still prisoners of a sort, and forced to do the Keeles' bidding. Had they been guilty of anything at all it would be different. They had only been in town a few hours, en route on Brian's motorcycle to L.A. where he had intended to re-enter college while she found some sort of job to help support them. That income along with his Uncle's annuity would surely have carried them, and then, this!

For a moment, she thought of her own parents, their closely knitted family, her brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles, the security of the farm with its vast fields of rippling grain, but prudently, she put it from her. She'd made her choice and she wasn't sorry. The almost man who slept beside her. God, how she loved him! And he wasn't to blame. Another time, perhaps, the very next time! She could only hope, she reasoned as she kissed him affectionately while he slept.

Somewhere between the Halfway House and the McAuliffe house, Rita Saunders' sangfroid temporarily faltered, which was natural enough, she reasoned, having no certain conception of what was to be expected of her. At that moment, she was thankful for the effects of the acid that Montag had given her, and with a measure of concentration she visualized the handsome Director of Correction, re-satisfying herself that the party could be quite interesting, especially with an older man of his powerful physique. A tiny ripple of excited anticipation tingled in her belly as she tried to imagine the size of him where it counted, and she smiled to herself while Montag led her into the house and up the stairs to the closed door.

"She's tripping nice and high, Mrs. McAuliffe. Should make for a swinging session," Rita heard Montag rasp luridly as she, herself, stared in surprise at the presence of the scantily clad, beautiful Director. She'd had no idea that Mrs. McAuliffe was going to be there; only her husband, and as her young seasoned eyes quickly swept down the flimsy negligee, enhanced nakedness of her brunette woman it became quite apparent to her that she intended to participate in whatever was to come.

"What's the matter, Rita dear? You seemed astonished at seeing me," Kellie said with a seductive little smile, her dark eyes glittering rapaciously as she closed the door and slipped her arm around the shapely red-head's slender waist, walking her slowly into the room toward the bed. "I thought after our intimate little time together yesterday that you'd be happy to see me."

"Oh, I am, I am," Rita replied in partial truth remembering the statuesque Director's ardent lovemaking, the vivid recollection, along with her caressing hand at her waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had begun in her loins. "It's... it's just that I expected."

Rita paused and Kellie finished for her. "Mr. McAuliffe? Is that it, sweetie?"

"Well... yes," Rita managed, knowing the hidden wrath of the beautiful, sensuous woman holding to her affectionately and not wanting to incur it... though she was disappointed.

"So, my dear," Kellie said, continuing to smile as she gently turned her around to face the bar where the Rottweiler, Buck, stood proudly with ears erect nearby, and the naked, hairy chest of the smiling Ryan McAuliffe was visible above and behind the small counter. "Your expectations are fulfilled, eh?"

"Hello, baby," the big man greeted, his smile still prevalent as his flinty eyes raked slyly over her mini dressed young body. Then, he raised a small glass to his mouth and drained it with one gulp. "Like a drink first?" he invited, wiping his mouth with the back of his big hand.

"N-No, thanks," Rita replied, pleased, yet at the same time, frightened by the awesome sight of him; then, she felt her pulse quicken as she realized he was about to step out from behind the little bar. When he did, she gasped aloud, the sight of his massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd?" she exclaimed.

Ryan chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting weapon with pride. "Like it, Honey?"

"G-Godddd!" Rita repeated as Kellie teetered lewdly beside her. "I... I've never seen anything like it?"

Again, Ryan made an amused chortling sound and moved toward them, stopping not inches in front of Rita. "Maybe you better get better acquainted with it, Rita baby," he half-hissed, his eyes gleaming salaciously. "Let's take it in that hot little hand of yours and get the feel of things, shall we?"

There was little in the vast realm of sex that Rita hadn't sampled in her teenaged life, but in the beginning it had been out of necessity and with bitterness; only with time and experience had she begun to know desire, as she did at that very moment, yet even as her young sensual appetite was mounting, so was her apprehension. She had never seen anything equal to the size of the wickedly enticing shaft of hard, purple-headed 11-inch flesh polling out from his powerful, hairy loins, nor the huge balls that swung between his muscular legs, and though she could imagine the delicious pleasure it could bring a woman, her own thoughts were of whether she could take it, or not! Lord, what did they expect to do to her between them?

"Well?" the big man snapped sharply, jarring her from her mesmerized thoughts. "Let's get with it, kid, before I lose patience."

Hesitantly, Rita looked to Kellie beside her for some sort of approval and received it in an urgent glance... then, she reached out and gently curled her small palm and slender fingers as far as they would reach around the hot, heavy-veined organ, hearing the big man's grunt of lust at the contact, and sensing wilder sensations of erotic excitement charging through her own belly and dampening loins. Automatically, she began to stroke the heavy outer layer of skin back and forth to his obscene pelvic movements, fascinated as the thick foreskin slid back to reveal its moistened, velvety glans.

"Unghhh... unghhh," she heard his licentious grunts of pleasure to her soft-hand manipulation, and suddenly she was conscious of the older woman behind her and her fingers raising the back of her dress and crawling teasingly up her thighs toward her pantyless buttocks.

Knowing what was expected of her, Rita slowly let her thighs open as she continued to stroke Ryan McAuliffe's hugely pulsating cock, feeling his wife's long slender fingers exploring from the rear between her legs with feminine gentleness the flushing hair-lined lips of her pussy. She tauntingly, with the expertise of another woman, traced the already tingling little slit backward through the smooth cleft of her trembling buttocks to the tiny recessed hole of her slightly puckered ass, there to massage and prod skillfully, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement that burst from her lips.

"Mmmmmm... I can see where this is going to be a beautiful party," Kellie cooed, while she continued to teasingly taunt the teenaged red-head's tiny trembling ass, tenderly slipping a gentle finger part way into the spongy, clutching channel and raising another protesting little groan from Rita's lips.

"Yeah," Ryan rasped hotly. "You are a luscious little bitch, baby. Now, get down on your knees and put that pretty tongue and mouth to work. Let's see how well you suck a cock, and give it a good tongue-job first."

The electric shock of sensation that raced through Rita at his command was not entirely excitement; a portion of it was still caused by her awe of the huge, brutal organ, but already she knew better than to hesitate and reluctantly began to lower herself off of Mrs. McAuliffe's probing finger, realizing as she reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head and she was being stripped completely naked by the beautiful Director.

"Christ, she is a fucking doll, isn't she! Look at those hot young tits!" Rita heard Ryan exclaim above her as she came mouth-level with his thrusting cock that she still held in her small hand, the proximity of the fiery bulbous head with its slotted tip and the tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from it suddenly eradicating all else from her partially-drugged mind.

It wasn't the first cock she had sucked, but it was certainly the biggest, Rita thought, moving close and flicking out her tiny tongue to, of her own volition, lick away the small white beads of moisture seeping from it, immediately tasting the male pungency and feeling new, increased desire rising in her feverish young belly and loins. Excitedly, she began to lick and swirl her tongue around the velvety head while Ryan McAuliffe groaned with rapidly building excitement from above, teasing her tongue-tip into its tiny split, then raising the length of it with her hand at the massive base to stab and taunt its visibly throbbing underside. Subconsciously, her other small, girlish hand went between his thighs to cup his cum-bloated balls tenderly, while her tongue trailed moistly down his cock's heavy under-vein to its hair-hidden base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and slipped her soft, tongue-moistened lips over the ponderous head, taking as much as she could of his cock-flesh into the hot, saliva filled cavern of her mouth.

"Uuugghhh, Christ!" Ryan gasped appreciatively. "She really knows what it's about, all right!"

"I told you," Kellie said excitedly, watching with lurid, glittering eyes the luscious teenaged red-head's obscene sucking of her husband's long, thick cock, her own need mounting and continually piqued by Buck's whining and constantly nuzzling nose in the folds of her silken negligee where it covered her own rapidly awakening pussy. "And god, Ryan, this beautiful young animal; he's beside himself, along with his mistress now. Please, let's all get down on the floor?"

Rita hardly knew what was taking place, except that suddenly Ryan McAuliffe was lying on his back and she was between his hairy wide-spread thighs, hungrily sucking on his massive cock and not wanting to relinquish it for any reason. Perhaps, it was the unbelievable size of it; or simply her own degenerate young lust, whichever, she didn't care. That he let her suck the hot male cum from the huge shaft of his excitedly throbbing cock was all that mattered now!

Ryan groaned and raised up to watch the little bitch's firmly dancing tits as her bobbing head worked up and down and he began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, lust-inflated cock in and out of her mouth mercilessly with a lewd, moist sucking sound resounding throughout the room. Christ, the young cunt was reveling in it! And Kellie was getting more uptight every second just standing there and waiting for instructions. She'd tossed her negligee to one-side and was gaping enviously, fingering hungrily at her now excitedly flooding cunt, while Buck whimpered and sniffed at it tensely. He couldn't blame the handsome brute; when all was said and done it was still the most delicious pussy of them all, and he knew damned well that he loved it. All the same, it was wise to keep an ambitious woman like Kellie in tow, he thought nebulously, watching the lascivious puffing of the teenaged red-head's cheeks as her head bobbed rhythmically on the end of his cock. Sadistically then, he thrust the throbbing shaft upward between her oval clasping lips. He wound his hand in her hair and grinned as he continued to jerk his pelvis upward, forcing his heavy cock mercilessly into her trapped face, while she whimpered in sudden frightened submission down between his legs. Maybe it was time to give her a little stimulant, help build her faith in mankind, he decided, the idea sending a charge of additional sadistically inspired lust into his groin and gut.

"Now, Buck! Take her! Now!" he ordered, ignoring his wife's expression of disappointment. "Move, dog, move!"

Kellie didn't try to hide her feelings. God almighty, she was about ready to go out of her mind with her own desire after provoking it the entire evening long, and here he had taken away her last vestige of satisfaction; except her own hand! God, was that all he expected her to get tonight, and if he did, why didn't he say so? Even that was at least a form of release! As for this little redheaded bitch, the scheming teenaged vixen, she'd take care of her, no, she'd let the Director, Montag, handle her, the naked, brunette woman planned, while she jealously watched the young Rottweiler, Buck, move up behind Rita Saunders's firm, rounded young buttocks with exquisite, trained instinct.

Rita choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as she felt something wet and cold prodding back between her nakedly exposed buttocks!

God, what was it? But before she could reason, she felt it moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless mouth of her openly raised pussy lips. She stiffened and jerked at the spasmodic cold and wetly probing touches against her sensitive young cunt, but when the great animal growled its warning, she realized it was his nose!

Oh god? What was he trying to do? Her young brain whirled frantically! He was sniffing at her as if she were another animal; a female dog bitch in heat! Oh... oh god, no, they weren't going to, to make her do it with the dog? Her mind went berserk and she moaned with rising trepidation around the big man's huge cock in her mouth as Buck's cold, searching nose abruptly slipped upwards from her pussy and rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing ass!

There was no need for further questions, for a split second later they were answered when his long tongue snaked out and licked hotly up and down the nakedly spread crevice surrounding her snug little ass, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy outer anal ring. She squirmed her white nude buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting and heard the brute's warning growl. A frightened tremor passed over her as she realized that to move and displease him could be dangerous, she'd seen him bare his teeth too many times in the Home, at girls who got out of line with the Director, or herself!

Again, the length of long moist flesh touched her there, and then she felt him beginning to lap greedily at the partially opened, tight slit between her spread thighs. He ran his tongue fluidly over her genitals, from the tightly puckered little ass to lave the fluted pink edges of her hair-fringed pussy, reaching to the tiny pulsing bud of her clit! Then, his thick lingual member had opened her loins wide, spreading through her raw, sensitive cuntal flesh like a honed blade through warm butter! It licked on relentlessly between her open, defenseless thighs, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a hungry curl up into the involuntarily dilating channel of her pussy.

God, she'd certainly been anything but a chaste, maudlin virgin in her young lifetime, but this, this obscene taunting of naked genitals by a dog was even beneath her dignity? No, no, they wouldn't let him, not really do it to her all the way, my god?

She groaned deep in her throat as Buck's relentlessly probing tongue shot up the moist channel of her pussy as if trained to the act, raced up inside her like a squirming little reptile, wickedly ravaging her helplessly exposed cunt lips. And then, in spite of her trembling fear, incomprehensible, wild galvanic sensation burst inside her and she found herself humming and purling frantically around Ryan McAuliffe's heavy cock sunk deeply in her mouth.

The big man had known it would happen and he grinned down at her licentiously slaving head. When it came to pussy, especially human pussy, Buck was a master, like his father Bucksaw, none of the girls they submitted to him could resist his animal-lovemaking for long. The brute was firing her like a boiler and suddenly she was sucking him to please herself, again running her tongue whorishly around and around his throbbing cockhead, flicking its tip teasingly into the tiny slit to send powerful salacious sensations charging through his groin into his belly.

Rita couldn't deny the growing delicious thrill of the brutishly handsome man's cock in her mouth. Buck, behind her, his tongue lashing beautifully up through the open split of her tight young cunt all the way up to her ass in unbelievable delight, was introducing her to a world of enchantingly obscene rapture the likes of which she had never known. Within her loins was building an insane pressure that could mean only one thing, wild, flying ecstasy!

Then suddenly, dream-like through the drugged haze of her passion, the young, slavishly kneeling girl felt the great dog mount her, his soft furry body humping excitedly in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her waist in the manner of a human male. The beast's tormenting tongue had inflamed her pussy to the point where she welcomed any penetrating object that could soothe it, and from the corner of her eye she caught the entire reflection of their lewdly coupling threesome in the full length wall-mirror; the lascivious sight of the magnificent animal mounting the obscenely spread moons of her soft, white buttocks, plus the lurid image of Ryan McAuliffe lying on his back with his legs spread lewdly apart and his long, thick cock protruding stump-like from her oval sucking mouth, sent wild and lustful sensations of carnal passion spiraling through her.

She saw the reflection of Buck's glistening, tapered 10.5-inch penis shoot forth from its long sheath, moist and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a pointed scarlet candle in the damp slit of her nakedly exposed cunt, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her in his first futile effort to penetrate her pussy with the thick beveled shaft of sexually
excited flesh.

"Help him! Help him!" Kellie ordered, watching enviously from her standing position, her index finger caressing her own excitedly erect clit between the moist, hair-lined lips of her seething cunt. God, how much longer was he going to make her wait?

With an unrestrained moan as the husband and wife watched in eager lust, Rita shifted her lush round buttocks in a desperate searching effort to capture the dog's lengthening cock, the raging tension within her reaching the wanton stage. God, she had to have the long, glistening phallus up inside her before she lost her mind in her rapidly mounting need! She reached back between her thighs, grasping the lust-hardened animal cock and causing Buck to half-growl, half-whimper, as she guided the pointed tip to the now hungrily sucking mouth of her excitedly flushed pussy, and immediately he humped forward, splitting her teenaged passage wider and wider as he ground his long throbbing length deep up inside her pulsating channel.

Kellie watched in avaricious fascination, gaping sordidly as the thick scarlet cock slithered forward with a moistly audible sound until it was sunk up inside the young trembling girl to its hilt. She grinned in lewd, ecstatic delight, as her Buck's soft, cum-filled balls smacked hard up into the softly curling pubic hair between the kneeling teen girl's thighs.

"Oh? Oh my god!" Rita blurted unintelligibly around Ryan's throbbing cock in her mouth, her passion glazed eyes wide as the beast began to fuck into her savagely from behind. "Unghh... unghh... unghhhh!" she grunted in vehement relief, while her buttocks of their own accord, began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Buck's vicious long strokes plunging deep into the rising heat of her belly.

Ryan McAuliffe watched through lustful eyes as Rita's soft, red mouth clasped greedily around his heavily growing cock fucking upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to it avidly, pink inner-flesh extracting each time he pulled out. He grinned slyly as he fucked her mouth and watched her desire-contorted face suck and lick his hardened cock while his wife's young Rottweiler. Buck, skewered savagely into her teenaged cunt from behind. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his semen bloated balls and he could see his thick, white secretions dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny, obscene rivulets, a masochistic little sparkle beginning to gleam in her befogged eyes.

Fuck, it was time to bring his Kellie into the fray now! He'd made her wait long enough. "C-Come on, baby," he motioned to the brunette beauty who was gaping at their shared rapture cravingly. "Let's get that sweet cunt down here where I can taste it!"

She did and eagerly, straddling his receptive face until her flushed and pink, open pussy was directly above his mouth. He clutched at the narrow-rounded moons of her tiny buttocks, drawing her moist, hair-lined cuntal slit down to him and thrusting his hot tongue deep up into her clasping cunt, feeling the velvety, warm flesh open and close in a lewd sucking movement of its own as she groaned out her passion into the heated room surrounding them. In less than a minute, Kellie had cum twice and was moving toward her third orgasmic release from the magnificent licking tongue of her husband. God, she'd been made to wait too long and now she had no control whatever, but it had been worth it! Yes, yes... yessss! Ooooohhh... this was it! She couldn't stand anymore, and she was... was cuummmiiinnggg again?

Rita was lost in the heat of her own ungovernable passion, entirely unaware that Mrs. McAuliffe had briefly straddled her husband's face, and just as unaware when the statuesque woman crawled off him and collapsed beside them, lost to every sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor in the splendid animal thrusts pounding from behind up into the deepest parts of her wide-stretched young cunt, and the naked loins of the man crushing up tighter and tighter against her cock-impaled face. She could feel the penis that was stiffly polling into her mouth begin tensing in forceful jerking movements and the presence of a hand behind her head gripping hard. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his cock down her throat to meet the Rottweiler's fucking far up into her belly, and that exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly!

God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth, to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat, then she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked with renewed madness. Then it burst! She heard him curse crudely, while his cock gushed forth thick, hot jets of the white, sweet liquid far back into her throat, her pale young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed desperately in tiny hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious male fluid. Still, she felt the thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth while the big man seemed to go limp beneath her, his shrinking cock slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.

Both Kellie and the spent Director of Correction gaped in sly fascination, reading the wanton expression on the young girl's face when she raised it from his loins, thin, sticky strings of his cum stretching from her tender lips to his now flaccid cock. Abruptly, they saw her mouth gasp open in a choking wail as she began to toss her head from side to side frantically, her auburn shoulder-length hair flailing and whipping about her face. She was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, both realized, gaping in lewd captivation at the wildly insane screwing of her soft, white buttocks back against the desperately humping dog like a rutting young bitch in heat.

Buck panted heavily and his tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the beautiful waving ass from behind, saliva dripping from it onto the coated film of sweat covering the hollow of her smooth, white waist. Again, she wailed like a dying banshee, ramming backward onto the animal-cock deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his lengthy, lust-thickened cock began the obvious spitting of its animal cum with hard, bullet-like spurts deep into her hungrily milking young cunt.

Simultaneously, Rita's rounded quivering buttocks started hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating to the wide-eyed watching couple the climactic upheaval within her youthful heaving belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped from the blood flushed lips of her throbbing pussy that was squeezing and milking ravenously at the still hotly fucking dog cock. Thin, lewd trickles of the hot thin fluid ran in obscene little streams down the straining white columns of her soft inner thighs. Her entire backside glistened nakedly in the light, displaying sweat and cum soaked pubic-hair and open pink cuntal flesh as she pitched forward onto her face exhausted, the deflated penis of the great dog slipping wetly from her ravaged passage, and then he stepped over her prostrate nakedness to stand nobly above her, as if in earned conquest of her battered young body.

There was something about Mrs. McAuliffe deciding to use Brian as a chauffeur that hadn't set at all well with Erika Pretz, but there was little she or her young husband could do about it, she realized. Mr. McAuliffe had brought the uniform down to the kitchen while Erika was preparing the beautiful Director's breakfast, ordering Brian, who sat at the table having his coffee, to get into it, that his wife intended to use him in that, as well as other capacities.

It was the way he had said it, in an almost lewd tone of voice, that had upset Erika, but she hadn't let on to Brian who was angry enough in his own right at what he insisted was the "undressing" way the Director of Correction had looked at her. Of course, she had noticed and felt the big man's flinty eyes raking over her, but for some reason the act hadn't bothered her too much. Most girls were used to the sly glances of older men, passing them off as harmless gestures of wishful thinking; besides, Ryan McAuliffe had a position to maintain and she doubted that he was about to gamble with that but his severely striking wife, she was another story!

All the same, Erika knew there was nothing she could do about it and decided to keep her uneasy feelings to herself, secretly watching out the window to see her husband drive off in one of the limousines with Mrs. McAuliffe and her dog, Buck, sitting regally in the back seat. A morbid feeling of aloneness crept over her at that moment and she turned from the window with tiny tears puddled into her wide green eyes. Lord, it seemed that all she'd done the past two days was cloud up and cry, but she just couldn't seem to help herself; it was all so miserably unfair. If they'd actually committed some criminal offense? Perhaps if she went to Captain Rocker and pleaded with him, made him realize that they knew nothing about the Meth Brandon had on him? The stout police official had seemed so kind and understanding, actually such a jovial man, and she'd been certain he intended to let them go before Mr. McAuliffe arrived, Then, what had happened and why? Could it be that this was the way the Keeles acquired free domestic help to serve them and maintain this elaborate home? But that was ridiculous with all the girls they had in the Detention Home not five hundred yards away.

Oh, it was all too confusing, too terribly, terribly confusing, and her head was beginning to pound in frustration. She had to get a hold of herself and gear her mind to the grim idea that three months more of the same lay before them. Perhaps this was already going to be the test of their love and marriage, their frowned upon marriage that her parents had forbidden and she had willfully ignored. There was no turning back, no Daddy to call upon for help this time, only the handsome-homely boy whom she loved so much, and together they would work it out! Yes! They would; she felt confident of it, but she must do her part too, and at the moment, her end was the cleaning and straightening up of the house according to the list of printed instructions Mrs. McAuliffe had given her.

Erika found a Kleenex in her tiny uniform apron pocket and used it, then raised her firm little chin courageously in determination. She would think no more of the gloomy or upsetting aspects of their situation, but only of the brighter side, such as the fact that at least she was with her lover-husband, and that they could be alone together at night to make beautiful love, and perhaps that very night to come it would happen, that moment of splendor she had almost reached not so many hours before!

Ryan McAuliffe was more than pleased with his new secretary, Amanda Hoover, not only in her capable efficiency, but the nineteen-year-old strawberry blonde possessed a face and body worthy of constant admiration, her shapely, miniskirts, thighs and calves doing much to brighten up his ancient somber office. Her husband, Dennis, had been a needed addition to his staff, also, but not exactly for the same reasons. He'd needed another competent parole officer and the twenty-six-year-old man, like his luscious wife, had come to him with impressive credentials from their last positions in the state capital. Of course, it was going to take a little feeling out before he made any suggestive passes at the luscious doll, Ryan thought, sitting behind his huge desk in the executive swivel chair and watching her through his opened doorway as she typed with skillful, rapid fingers. But for some reason that he hadn't totally fathomed yet, he'd formed the opinion that she was not only a delectable, curvaceous doll with breathtaking, bountiful DD-cup tits, but that she was ambitious for both herself and her husband to get ahead, and would be willing to pay the going price to achieve those ends.

Characteristically, Ryan's sly grin crept over his big handsome face. He was thinking that he already knew the price, in fact, had discussed it and her good-looking husband that very morning in bed with Kellie, immediately piquing his enchantress wife's prurient interest. He chuckled to himself as he thought of that and how Kellie intended to drop by the office that morning to have a look-see. Actually, he'd been holding the Hoover's back, both until he was more certain of his convictions, and until they'd had their fill of the tender morsels decorating their servants' quarters.

Christ, that little blonde Pretz bitch was an enticing creature, too, with a young face and body that could set him off just thinking about her. Memory flashes of the way she had wantonly fucked her stupid husband the night before in an effort to cum had flickered through his mind all morning, keeping his heavy cock in a constant state of semi-hardness that watching Amanda Hoover only added to. But he wasn't quite sure of the Hoover broad as yet, and she would keep nicely while he scored with the Pretz doll, which he would be doing right at that moment if it weren't for the Parole Board meeting he was scheduled for shortly. Anyway, he liked to let his anticipation build, his lust for a particular cunt ferment until it was gnawing at his groin, and Kellie was the same. They seemed to get almost as much out of the building conquest as they did the trigging seduction or rape itself. Damn, Kellie was his counterpart all right, a beautiful and sexually enchanting woman, but ruthlessly ambitious, too, which was why he put her in her place every so often, such as the night before with that teenaged little fireball. Christ, she'd been something else again, the way she'd sucked his cock! He'd really intended to fuck her, but once she'd clamped that soft, sweet mouth on the end of his prick he'd known that was it all the way. And then, her wildness in accepting Buck's raging animal-cock.

His intercom buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. "Yes?" he said, writhing in his chair to fit his hardened shaft of flesh into a more comfortable position.

"Judge Tobin is on the line, Mr. McAuliffe; line one," Amanda Hoover informed in her throaty voice.

"All right, I'll take it," he said, watching her through the opened doorway as he spoke. "Hello, Judge. How are you?"

"A... A little strung out at the moment, Ryan... Can you help me?" the thin, aged voice whispered.

"Sure, of course, Judge. Be right over. You at the office?"

"Y-Yes. You... you won't be long, Ryan?"

"Only a minute," the Director of Correction answered with a knowing grin. The poor old bastard, he thought, twenty years on the stuff.

"Oh... before I forget it, the meeting of the Tilsons?" the wheezy voice questioned.

"Tomorrow night, Terry... in my rumpus room as always, oh?"

"Sure... I just wanted to be right on the day, you know, my calendar is so filled."

I understand, Judge," Ryan replied, grinning to himself. The poor bastard was so burnt out on "H" that he hardly knew his own name, but he was still an essential fixture in his own
organization and probably the easiest one he had to manipulate. Besides, the poor old has-been liked to eat pussy, and the younger the better.

"You'll be right over, then?"

"Right away, Terry... just hold tight."

Amanda Hoover watched her ruggedly handsome boss leave the office, in fact, couldn't deny the little sensation of excitement that had rippled through her when he'd chucked her beneath the chin. God, he was an overwhelming man... but that wasn't quite the thing to tell her husband, Dennis, she thought with a smile as she rolled new paper into her typewriter. There was something devastating, over powering about him that left her a little bit weak, yes, maybe even desirous, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was all he appeared male-wise to be. God, Dennis would throttle her if he ever even imagined what she was thinking, she realized, racing her hands over the keys of the electric machine, but then, Dennis didn't; would never know, would he.

She forced her brain to concentrate on the issues at hand. There were forms she had to have ready for his afternoon meeting. Yet the word, Tilsons re-echoed in her mind. She had been purposely slow on returning her phone to the cradle and heard the Judge's words. This was the organization, the powerful circle that made the difference in one's standing locally with Ryan McAuliffe! Neither she nor Dennis were oblivious to its existence, nor the ultimate ends that could be gained by being a member, even knowing, or having heard rumors, of its sexual costs. The fact was that they had left the capital for no other reason but to gain entrance into the underground social club, where lawyers became judges overnight, and men were chosen as gubernatorial nominees, girls pleased sensually, and its members fulfilled wholly in all depraved manner, regardless of their weird male or feminine quirks.


Kellie ran her hand over Buck's sleek coat as she quietly watched Brian Pretz drive her toward her husband's office. She decided that she liked the way his long, chestnut hair hung down over the jacket collar of the uniform she insisted he wear. He was a handsome-homely boy, intriguing in the expression of his discerning eyes and wide, honest mouth. She knew that she was going to possess him one way or another, but in her mind she hoped it was going to be her own, the ageless way.

Brian sat confidently manipulating the controls of the luxurious vehicle, the anger he had felt when he left Erika quite diminished, his faith in their future warmly inspired by the morning sun and the fact of the limousine he drove, the latter warranting a multitude of eager eyes that somehow made him feel important.

"Park, sweetie," his mistress ordered and he did, standing nearby the auto until she returned a few minutes later.

"Where to, Mrs. McAuliffe?" he asked in his very best modulated voice.

"The Home, sweetie. We have things to do there, too," she answered warmly, the tone of her voice setting tingles along his spine.

"Yes ma'am," he managed, forcing himself to ignore the seductiveness in her words, concentrating on the streets ahead of him, and then he was there, parked in her private slot out of view of the main house.

She said: "I'd like for you to come up with me, Pretz. I have things for you to do for me."

"Yes ma'am," he replied awkwardly. "Yes ma'am." He followed obediently behind her through the bleak, gray corridors of the institution, aware of glancing young female inmates' eyes, as well as Directors', appraising him. They entered an elevator that took them to the fourth and top floor; it was then that Brian learned the lift was the only means to the Director's office and suite, a luxurious series of rooms that had undoubtedly been designed as living quarters for the Home's top official. An ugly-faced, middle-aged woman in a Director's uniform sat behind a desk in the outer office and greeted the beautiful Director with a homely smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. McAuliffe."

"Montag," the other responded briskly. "I won't want to be disturbed for the next couple of hours, I have some personal matters to attend to."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Buck, you stay out here with Montag," Kellie ordered the great dog and immediately he lay down beside the desk. "Come along, Pretz."

Brian heard the thick, heavy door lock behind him as he closed it, noting that there was no knob, only a security key-mechanism from which Mrs. McAuliffe had taken the key, placing it in her purse.

"Well," she sighed, turning to him with a smile. "Home at last." She glanced around the plush living room with seeming content as she spoke. "I always feel so at ease here, Pretz, absolute privacy, security; what better working conditions could a girl ask for? Do you like it?"

"I... It's very nice, Mrs. McAuliffe," Brian replied, surprised at her sudden altering of character, the crispy formalness she had borne all morning falling away like a discarded mantle; yet, not quite certain whether he approved of the unexpected change or not.

"So, make yourself comfortable while I slip into something loose and silky, Dear," she invited, still smiling as she moved gracefully away from him toward an open doorway he surmised to be a bedroom. "I always work better when I'm comfortable, don't you? Take off your jacket and make us a couple of drinks while I change. The bar's right there to your left, and I'll have Scotch and water."

Brian could only stare after her in growing astonishment. Dear...! Dear? Drinks? Something loose and silky?"? Work better? What the hell was going on here, anyway? What kind of work did she have in mind for Christ's sake?

Kellie smiled to herself once inside the sensually appointed bedroom that she had redecorated in the wake of her predecessor with ample frills and strategically placed wall mirrors. In one of the latter and out of the corner of her eye, she could see him through the open doorway, still standing as she'd left him, an expression of obvious awe on his ruggedly handsome face. God, but he resembled her Daddy so much it was almost frightening, as well as damned exciting.

"Lots of ice, sweetie!" she called out to him without looking directly at his reflection in the mirror, while she wriggled out of her dress and half-slip, knowing that he was gaping at her as she carried on in her black bikini panties and wispy bra, shocked, no doubt, but certainly stimulated too by her unexpected actions, unless he was a hell of a lot less man than she'd watched on their TV the night before. Along with these thoughts, other, more intricate and ambitious ones, fleeted through her mind. He could be the one; the necessary male assistant she needed to pull off her coup when the time came, though he was young and inexperienced, where Dennis Hoover, whom she had met not an hour before in Ryan's office, had the suave maturity, plus the educated mind the maneuvers were going to require. As handsome and desirable as the young Mr. Hoover was, he didn't resemble her Daddy, and the young sweetie in the next room mixing their drinks, did! Oh well, plenty of time for major decisions. First came the preliminaries, and they were just about to begin.

Brian stood behind the small bar, making their drinks and compulsively glancing through her open doorway, aware suddenly that her enticing near-naked reflection in the bedroom mirror was visible from damned close to every corner of the living room. In fact, if one sat on the davenport across from the bar he would have only to stare at the mirror on the wall beside him and enjoy the same view! On second thought, he added a bit more Scotch to his own drink. If he ever needed the bracing effect of liquor, it was at that crazy moment! What the hell was she trying to pull, anyway?

"There! Now, I feel more like myself," Kellie said, floating into the room with statuesque elegance and wearing a peach-colored, diaphanous, floor-length negligee that did absolutely nothing to hide the visibly delightful contours of her ivory-skinned body, the black wispy panties and bra adding a provocative note of sensual mystery to the apparition. "Drinks ready, Brian dear?"

He swallowed tightly, watching her glide to the davenport and fold down into one corner of it, her small feet drawn up beneath her. N-Now it was Brian dear! Goddamn! He had to put this beautiful siren straight, before things went any further, and there was no longer any doubt in his mind what she had clicking in that brain of hers. Only this time she'd picked the wrong guy! He wasn't only a married man, but he loved his young wife Jeannie!

"Well, sweetie?" she prodded, ever smiling beautifully. "That is an odd look you're suddenly wearing. Do I shock you, or just stimulate you?"

Brian felt his face flushing, aware suddenly that his cock was half-hard inside his pants, adding to his reasons for standing there behind the bar and hiding it. He held both glasses in his hands, but simply stood there staring at her, trying to think of what to say that could possibly end this incredible situation.

Her little laugh surprised him, frightened him, too, as he watched her move up off the davenport toward him, calmly taking the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bar, and drawing him around from behind it. She eased close to him then, her whole ravishing length of hot female body pressing tightly and hotly to him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and pelvis ground snugly into his.

Startled, Brian could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety soft, jellied flesh at the small of her back, feeling the muscles ripple lightly beneath as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves openly upon his own.

Eventually, she said: "How does that strike you for a beginning?"

Brian raised his head, half-sighing, half-gasping in confusion, but still holding her. "I... I... damn, Mrs. McAuliffe... I, I don't know what you're trying to do, but-but you've got the wrong guy!" he stammered awkwardly, feeling his hardening cock stirring responsively to the barely perceptive undulating motion of her pelvis and rounded, taut thighs.

She teetered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before backing out of his arms. "Really, Brian dear, I wasn't of the opinion that you have much of a bargaining point in the matter," she said with cold matter-of-factness, picking up her drink and walking toward the davenport once more while he gaped after her, his flustered brain rapidly becoming intoxicated on the lithe suppleness of her sensuous body, enhanced by her aristocratic walk in the inch or so of sandaled heels. He could feel his cock straining into a state of unwanted, embarrassing rigidity, and when she looked back over her shoulder he saw that her dark, glittering eyes locked on it in amused delight. "Problems, sweetie?" she taunted.

Brian sensed his face flushing again. He cleared his throat and tried: "Look, Mrs. McAuliffe, let's get some things straight."

"Call me Kellie, please dear, when we're alone like this," she said, tilting her beautiful head cutely as she folded down onto the davenport once more, "and bring your drink here with me. Then, we'll clear up everything, oh?"

He did, sampling the potent measure he'd poured himself before dropping into a chair across and away from her, his brain racing chaotically. "M-Mrs. McAuliffe," he started.

"Kellie," she corrected.

"All right, then Kellie... you know I'm married, and I love my wife!" he managed, sounding very much to himself like a pleading child.

"That's noble of you, Brian sweetie," she replied sweetly. "Though I believe that's the expected thing, to love one's chosen mate, isn't it?"

"C-Christ almighty!" Brian blurted uncontrollably. "I, I just don't get it, Mrs.... Kellie."

"Then I'll make it quite simple for you, sweetie," she said in that same cold matter-of-fact tone of before. "You appeal to me... I want you, and I'll have you."

Goddamn! She didn't pull any punches, he reasoned stupidly. "And if I don't cooperate?"

She broke into a slow smile. "But you will, sweetie," she informed, watching him with level eyes as she raised her glass to her lips. Then: "You've already told me that you love your sweet little wife, and I'm sure you're constantly thinking of her welfare. Aren't you, lover?"

She couldn't have made it more plain had she spelled it out for him, Brian realized, his guts knotting hollowly at her veiled, if obvious, threat. It was all crazy, and the absolute insane part was that she was anything but hard to take! Christ, she was breathtaking, and here she was trying to coerce him into fucking her! What the hell else?

"I do shock you, don't I, sweetie," she said rather than asked. "And you're wondering about my husband, too, but don't. We have a rare understanding that permits these little affairs though I don't like having to force you this way; but sometimes a woman, a sensuous woman like myself, does have to resort to desperate measures to get what, or whom she wants."

She arose spontaneously and came over to melt down onto his lap, her arm slipping around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect cock. "So, let's resign ourselves to the circumstances, shall we, lover? Who knows, they might even turn out to be to your advantage."

Brian could hardly do much else, he thought wildly, the way she was intentionally squirming down onto his hardening penis, the weight and pressure of her softly rounded curves inescapably increasing his excitement at an alarming rate! Unwittingly, he had set his drink on the table beside him and suddenly realized that his hand had moved inside her sheer gown at the waist to caress the smooth, satin-like skin, and was slowly stroking upward over her trembling nakedness toward her breasts.

"Hmmmmm," she cooed responsively to his touch. "Ooohhh... god, that's better, lover," she hissed, straightening up and reaching behind her to unhook her bra through the flimsy material of the negligee, then sensuously slipping both garments off before laying warmly back against him. "There... that's even more comfy."

"Goddamn!" Brian gasped as the large, full mounds of creamy flesh burst into view, their ripe ruby nipples pointing upward at him and swelling into palpitating hardness before his eyes. Oh, Christ, what the hell was he doing? My god, Erika, his wonderful wife Jeannie, but to think of her while lying here with a naked woman beside him seemed almost sacrilegious? He forced her out of his mind and clutched one breast excitedly in his hand, the feel of its soft, warm resilience causing his cock to jerk uncontrollably as she writhed erotically against it, and there went his last token of resistance. Whatever the hell was to come, let it! He had to fuck this wildly sensuous woman! With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue between her smooth, moist lips beyond the barrier of her white, even teeth and into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

She accepted it with a caress from her own, a hot and liquid caress; then she began to nibble and suck erotically! He felt her lush body quivering to his kneading and massaging of her breast and she whimpered, forcing her tiny tongue into his mouth as she pressed the trembling mound against his manipulating hand. Abruptly, she was on her feet and pulling him up.

"Bring your drink!" she ordered with a hiss. "I want you to do it to me now, right now!"

Brian's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the bedroom, her firm full breasts dancing and swaying with the effort. Then, without further preliminaries, the older woman let free of his hand to roll her tiny sheer panties down off her smoothly rounded hips to the floor, pouncing onto the oval bed and rolling onto her back in a lewd spread-eagle position to smile wantonly and teasingly up at him.

"Now!" she exclaimed. "Undress for me, you daddy-like sweetie! I want to watch you!"

Brian could still hardly believe what was taking place. It had all happened too fast and compellingly for him to comprehend, though in the maze of lust-building excitement he'd satisfied himself that somehow he was protecting his sweetie, Erika, and that whatever this severely beautiful woman forced him to do he would do it for his delectable wife.

He drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one hand raising to the secreted button behind the headboard that set the intricate video tape into motion; he was too busy watching her salacious writhing movements that were sending ripples of hot desire charging through him; obscene actions as she lay stretched out in anticipation before him. He'd already discovered the breathtaking firmness of her high-set, jutting breasts and now he was staring at the provocative arch of her ivory-pure hips that led downward to long, fully rounded, tapering thighs. Between them, spread invitingly, he could see clearly through the raven-black pubic curls covering her loins, the delicate pink lips of her cuntal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny drops of dewy moisture glistening there!

"Damn? he gasped. "You're a beautiful woman!" He still held his drink and was staring down at her, and after he spoke, saw the effect of his words as she made a little mewling sound, her hips undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling dark eyes seeming to glaze slightly.

"Now!" she choked. "Please hurry, Daddy... I need you!" she insisted.

Brian began pulling at his clothing as she watched, refusing to let his young wife re-enter his mind, removing everything, even his shoes and socks, before dropping his shorts that were trying desperately to contain the now rock-hardened bulge of his cock. He saw her raise up on elbow, her eyes fixed upon his loins when he made the unveiling.

"Oh my god!" she gasped breathlessly at the hardened rigidity of it standing out from his lean, hairy groin. She stared at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her tiny pink tongue tracing her arched lip-line passionately. "God! It's… huge! And even more beautiful in reality!" she gasped, confusing him entirely. "Oh Daddy, bring it here to me," she whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and stood naked before and above her.

A compulsory spasm of delightful tremors coursed over and through him as she gently let his extremely thick 9-inch cock rest in the palm of her hand, slowly encircling her fingers around its thickness and sliding the long heavy foreskin to and from her, her other hand moving between his thighs to encompass his balls tenderly, then, then he saw her tiny wet tongue dart out to lick at the tiny split of its glans and catch the few drops of secretion that had seeped out in his mounting desire. He groaned at the unexpected hot contact of her tongue with the sensitive head of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently toward her, opening her lipstick-rimmed lips and sucking it slowly but continuously into the hot, moist shelter of her mouth, her tongue instigating a slow, smooth, swirling motion as she kept drawing it in, in until he gaped in disbelief as almost all of the entire thick shaft of cock-flesh disappeared between her sucking lips into her mouth and throat! Finally, she withdrew her head in a slow and delicious drawing sequence, then, rolled back onto the bed, her arms and luscious legs open to him.

"Oh, god, Daddy... lover, I want you to fuck me to death with that big young handsome cock!" she breathed up at him.

"Shit!" Brian blurted, all else unimportant measured against this fantastic moment, the lewd word, "fuck," tumbling beautifully from her luscious lips exciting him further. He climbed onto the bed eagerly; half on top of her, his hand smoothing salaciously over her enticing flesh from her hips to her breasts, kneading, cupping, massaging, his mouth finding her hungrily, his tongue exploring the still poignant taste of his own cock there, and adding to his mounting passion.

"You're going to be my baby," she whispered, "I just know it! Would you like that, Brian, lover? To be somebody of importance, maybe even the governor someday?"

Brian heard her words and accepted them lightly. "Right now, all I want is you," he hissed down at her, smoothing his hand over the warm, soft skin of her flattened belly, and below to the silky hair-covered mound that swelled into the sensitive, flushed and fleshy lips of her cunt. He traced his finger along the pink, hair-lined slit between her firmly rounded thighs to the soft warm crevice of her buttocks, and she gasped upward into his face continuously from the sensations it obviously set off inside her, her hot breath like some rare perfume that he couldn't get enough of.

He ground his hard, ever-growing cock against her naked hip while he caressed and taunted the moist secret parts of her voluptuously curved body, even as his brain whirled with the incredibleness of the act. Lying there beside her, making love to her in the most lascivious manner, he couldn't help but wonder what Ryan McAuliffe would really say should he walk through that door! Yet, at the moment, he didn't give much of a damn. He had to fuck her, the beautiful, enchanting creature, and she had actually sucked his cock! Good Christ! He'd heard plenty about these husband-wife understandings, the swap-arounds; who hadn't these days? But he'd always have his doubts about such an arrangement working out. Her baby, she'd said, be somebody of importance, maybe even the governor someday! What the hell kind of line was that?... but she hadn't had to say it?

Oooohhhh! She had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth was clinging to his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as she tried to maneuver him between her opened thighs, wanting his cock inside her warm, moist cunt?

He responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her legs, forcing his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her back and hips, the idea suddenly striking him that she must be at least twice his age, but damn, he'd never know it to look at her, or feel the firmness of her luscious body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to add to his lust as he traced the raised ridges of her spine and felt the licentious undulation of her soft flesh against his own in a lust-provoking rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly under the ivory-white skin, indicating a hidden strength in her lithe body. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips and he couldn't help but wonder how they would grip about him once he'd sunk his now throbbing cock deep inside her hot, white belly.

"Oh, god, you're as wonderful as I knew you would be, the perfect replica of him," she whispered, biting at his lips and grinding the little bowl of her belly up against him. Brian tried to grasp the meaning of her words, but gave that up when her hands sought his lean, taut buttocks, her nails raking him lightly there, finally moving upward the length of his back in a like pattern. "You're going to be all mine from this moment on, Daddy boy! It's important that you understand that!" she hissed into his ear passionately. "Do you?"

Brian hesitated; it was all so wildly crazy, but he didn't want to do anything that might anger, or turn her off. Christ, he had to have her now! "I understand that I'm going to fuck you and fuck you until you forget where you are... or who you are!" he rasped down at her.

"Ooohhhh... oh, god, yes, Daddy... yes!" she moaned. "Do it... do it! Fuck me until I'm crazy! Sink that big beautiful cock of yours up into my cunt until I go out of my mind, lover! Do that to me and I'll love you forever!"

He forced his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her smooth, white buttocks in their palms and drawing her moist loins up tighter against his. He wedged his cock into the partially opened split of her cunt, moving it back and forth, up and down until it was well insinuated within the damp pink slit separating her softly hair-lined pussy lips, and began a pressurizing, upward fucking motion, sensing the velvety, raw flesh growing more wet with every passing second. Her smoothly rounded buttocks began an urgent rotation, grinding her impassioned genitals against his loins, while the bulbous head of his cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clit, and she gasped through her teeth at him.

"I... I can't stand it any longer, baby! I... I've got to have it fucking up inside me! Now... fuck me now, Daddy! Hurry!" Her legs split wide on either side of his body, their strong calves situating themselves against the backs of his thighs as she tried to force him tighter into her.

He kissed her hungrily and lowered his hand, guiding his aching cock downward between her hot, moist cunt lips. She trembled all over and whimpered out as her pelvis lurched upward at him, the damply open mouth of her cunt desperately seeking the blood-filled, lust-inflamed head of his shaft of hardened young flesh. Brian grunted in his own salacious passion, feeling the soft, silken hairs of her cunt grazing his cock from her sensuous movements, and he knew that trying to hold back was useless for him any longer. He sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward, feeling the lubricious, nibbling mouth of her cuntal passage accepting him, immediately absorbing his prick in the hot, moist channel right up into her belly with a wet little sucking sound, her cuntal muscles setting to work around the hard, fleshy length of his wildly throbbing cock. Oh, Christ, he thought! He'd never had anything like this! Her cunt sheath was milking his cock like a warm, butter-filled hand!

"Oooohhhh... aaahhhh," she moaned and crooned as he felt her entire insides flowering open to receive him deep beyond the secret crevices of her womb. She began to groan and murmur incoherently while he started to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth in his own driving lust. Her body followed his pace, lurching in wild, abandoned jerks beneath him.

"Ooohhhh, god, Daddy... ooohhhhh, so good... so good! Harder, fuck it harder, baby! Yes... yesss, like that!" she gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the soft whiteness of her breasts.

Brian plunged his long, hardened cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm, moist channel of her cunt, sensing the whole of her inner belly opening receptively to his furious ravaging. Her voluptuous body spasmed and twisted, while she moaned ceaselessly, her face contorted in ecstatic rapture. He watched her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that had seized hold of her whole being as though it were writhing in the throes of a convulsion. Her forehead was suddenly coated with a film of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her short hair. It was as if nothing could prevent her wild race for fulfillment now and Brian fucked like an insane man to attain that goal for both of them.

"Oh... ooohhhh, god, yesss? Do something, Daddy! Shove your finger in my ass! Hurry, do it, do it!" she whimpered as he slid his strong, gaunt hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tightly, raising them off the bed for greater access to her open and hungrily clasping loins. Then, he reached further between the hotly undulating spheres as he continued his jack-hammer fucking into the liquid depths of her hotly clenched cunt. He stretched the crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her ass, until he found it. A tiny rivulet of warm moisture had dribbled down the smooth, widespread cleft from where his throbbing cock was pistoning sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the tightly puckered hole, lubricating it sufficiently for his experimental probes, then, he pushed hard, feeling it give almost reluctantly, until suddenly the tight elastic sphincter ring opened before his pressure and his finger popped smoothly inside the warm, rubbery channel and slid into her to the first knuckle joint. Her body jerked forward beneath him while she gasped out her pain.

"Ooohhh... ooohhhh Godddd! It hurt, baby?"

He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs jerked out erotically, her feet in the air above them, her toes curling under spasmodically.

"Aaggghhhh! Oh, lover baby, yesss... yeeesssss!" Kellie groaned, and in spite of the obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her ass crazily back onto his finger until it was sunk to the very palm of his hand, and he began to jiggle it wildly, rotating it around deep inside the fleshy depths of her velvety ass.

He ground down into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs, feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a saliva-filled mouth around his bursting cock. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming the last fraction of cock to thunder up her passion-dilated hole, raising a new ecstatic wail from her lips as he maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep in her back passage. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, stared glassily and unseeing up into his face, a feral, insatiate desire burning lustfully in them.

"Aaaauuugghhhhh, Goddd!" she grunted, as he buffeted her rhythmically undulating loins in perfect cadence of finger and cock that were dually ravishing her genitals, a masochistic pleasure filling her from her cunt to the top of her head. Her arms that had been wrapped tightly around his neck with her long nails digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of his back, slithered downward and dug painfully into his taut, thrusting buttocks as they pounded demonically, driving his beautiful cock into the seething core of her needing body. Moist, fleshy smacking noises resounded throughout the room with every pile-driving lunge he made into her, while his hotly worming finger skewered into her tight clasping ass with unceasing fury. Her skin was greasy with the sweat from the wanton gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably on the coverlet beneath her. Her mouth had fallen slack in blissful salacity; she had become something almost inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking her knees back to her shoulders, egging him on.

"Ooohhh... ooohhhh... deeper, baby! Harder! Fuck me harder, harder, baby!" she commanded, her climax obviously nearing, while Brian breathed a silent prayer of gratitude.

He was damned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger from her ass with a damp, hissing sound; then she swung her strong, smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around his back, waving her ass wantonly from side to side and spiraling her clasping cunt up and down insanely on his plunging and hotly expanding cock.

"Oh... ooohhhh, baby... yessss, I'm cumming! Cuumiiinnnggggg?" she suddenly cried out with a gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles in a deathlike grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time, her arms tightly engulfed his neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her body arching as she held to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his hard-driving cock and down the widespread crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped hard against her tiny puckered ass."

The wildness of her climax triggered his own, and he gripped the cheeks of her still working buttocks, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began choking from his throat.

"Oh... uunngghhh... damnnnn!" he blurted, suddenly increasing the viciousness of his stroke, his pelvis slapping brutally against the ragged pink flanges of her cunt, his throbbing cock driving deep into the furthest hidden recesses of her quivering belly. He felt himself cumming and threw his hands down behind her knees, forcing them back higher around her head, grinding as far into her open and yielding cunt as he could, raising groans of left-over passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the explosion at his loins, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic delight once more as she tightened her arms around his neck, and then with a deep, soul-shattering groan, he shot into her, squirting his hot, thick cum into the warm depths of her delicious, trembling belly.

And then, came the end; there was no more, except the creeping remorse for his fidelity, and he collapsed, rolling off of her onto his back with a deep, bitter sigh of exhaustion. He heard her long breath of release, then felt her move beside him and realized she was getting off the bed. He looked up at her in all of her enchanting nakedness, surprised at the austere expression that had returned to her beautiful face.

"Well? Don't just lie there, Pretz," she snapped. "Get up and don't get any stupid ideas just because I chose to use you as a bed-partner today. You're still on probation you know."

With that, she left him staring open-mouthed after her as she walked into the bathroom, her firm rounded buttocks quivering teasingly with every step she took. Then, from the doorway, she said: "You get dressed and wait in the living room. I have some other chores I'll want you to look after for me."




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Chapter 3.
Blackmail
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Erika Pretz didn't doubt for one moment that her husband wasn't feeling well that night, especially when he hadn't wanted to make love to her, though she hardly told him that was what she was basing her diagnosis on. But except. for those times in the month when she couldn't, they had not missed one night of lovemaking since their wedding, and that was proof enough for her. In truth, she'd enjoyed the waiting on and looking after him, though he hadn't eaten any of the supper she'd brought him, and he'd hardly been willing to talk or even discuss his feelings, so she had let him fall asleep, and this morning he'd looked and seemed to feel better, giving her a warm and passionate kiss just before he left to chauffeur Mrs. McAuliffe.

Now, as she went about her household duties, Erika felt a little tingle in her belly at the memory of the kiss. She smiled to herself en route to the rumpus room on the third floor that Mrs. McAuliffe had ordered she clean thoroughly for some sort of party the next night, smiled as she entertained exciting thoughts of what their own little bed-party to come at the end of the day promised, if kisses didn't lie.

Lord... getting to be just a little bit on the horny side, wasn't she? Erika reprimanded herself lightly, not at all ashamed of her desire for her virile young husband. In fact, she was secretly pleased with the erotic passion he could arouse in her with a simple kiss, or his gentle hand touching her breast or thigh, being that her sheltering parents had almost had her believing that sex was the basest of animal instincts and no religious girl indulged. God, how wrong they were?

She entered the massive playroom with its bar and multitude of plush furnishings, memories of her loving parents still lingering in her mind. If only they had understood how much she and Brian had loved one another, perhaps none of this situation would ever have come into being. Certainly, it wouldn't have, for they would've been married in the little church in town and probably settled down there, with Brian helping Daddy on the farm. Oh god, there she went again, juggling the "ifs" and heading right toward a crying spree.

Well, she wouldn't! Not again today. Yesterday had been bad enough for her, but she'd vowed to see it through and she would. Besides, there was nothing else for them to do, no one to turn to for help, unless Captain Rocker might listen, but that was far-fetched, too, she'd decided. That awful judge had passed down his decision, and no one was going to bother listening to their plight, two nobodies from the Midwest.

Erika walked to one of the large TVs, turning it on in an attempt to rid her mind of its plaguing thoughts while she worked, switching the selector dial rapidly when the screen showed nothing but what fleetingly resembled plays, or soap-opera type scenes, until she came to what looked like a very familiar setting, a room with no one in it and then, it struck her! My god! It was their room. She leaned close to the screen to examine the furnishings more closely, finally noting her own cosmetic case setting on the vanity! It was! It was! But, but why? She shook her head in confusion, brushing her long sweetie-colored hair back over her shoulders. It didn't make sense, or did it? Quickly, she twisted the selector again, recognizing the uniforms the girls were wearing?

"Fuck her!" came distinctly over the audio system, sending a shock wave of unfathomable sensations charging through Erika at the forbidden four-letter word one of the girls had uttered. "I'll get even with that old cunt one day!"

"Don't let her get to your, Elena," another red-headed young girl with an attractive face soothed. "She's a bitch all right, but nothing compared with the she-wolf, herself, or that frigging dog! Just be thankful you haven't been chosen yet?"

"Don't worry, Old Kellie won't take me," the one called Elena said. "I'm too old at fourteen, besides I've been a whore."

Mesmerized, Erika stared at the screen, listening to their lewd exchange while they slipped out of their drab uniforms and stood in bras and panties, obviously in total unawareness that they could be seen and heard! Her brain whirled with the shocking disbelief of what she was witnessing, while simultaneously it tried to calculate some sense to it all. With trembling hand, she again twisted the selector, a picture of a shower-room with a lone girl completely nude beneath the spray filling the large screen. Dear god, everything she owned was absolutely on display, and Erika could hear the hiss of the water, even the sound of the soap as it squirted out of her hand and struck the cement flooring!

Erika watched her stoop down unaware, realizing the erotic lewdness such a spectacle made and knowing how that girl might feel if she knew she were being watched. Modestly, she turned the dial, clicking slowly through its channels to see replicas of the same, until she came back to her own room and staggered backward to fall weakly into an overstuffed, luxurious chair, the undeniable truth of it all dawning on her!

My dear god! It was all suddenly so clear to her! The Keeles had to be warped people, and they sat here, perhaps, even with their friends, playing voyeurs, watching those poor locked-up girls in their most intimate moments; even she and Brian in their supposed privacy! My god! Had they been watching them that first night they made love?

Oh god... somehow, someway, they had to get away from that terrible place and those wicked people! But how, run away? No, that would be insane; they'd have every policeman in the country looking for them! But there must be a way! What the Keeles were doing was wrong and they should be punished. Captain Rocker! Yes! She would go to him and tell the whole horrible truth! It might even help them gain a full release, get them away from there entirely! After all, he was the law, and certainly the law didn't permit such obscene goings-on as this! She would! She would! She'd call a taxi and go straight to Captain Rocker's office! After all, she was on probation and had the right to go outside; it wasn't as if she were a total prisoner.

With trembling legs, Erika got to her feet and stumbled toward the door. Oh god, if only Brian were there to help her, but he wasn't! This, she had to do on her own, she realized, running down the stairway. Oh god, oh god, please help me, she prayed inwardly as she picked up the telephone to call a cab.

Paul Rocker was more than a robust man; he was disgustingly stout according to medical standards, and probably not long for the world if their calculations were correct. A shock of white, waving hair covered his ruddy-complexioned head luxuriously, and his pale blue eyes gave him the appearance, along with his cherubic, smiling face, of a kind, benign individual. He was of medium height, wore street clothes instead of a uniform, and filled his chair in broad body, further suggesting an almost Santa Claus attitude. He listened intently to every word the intoxicating little bitch before him unfolded in her anxiety, struggling to keep his eyes above the partially exposed, sheer-encased thighs that she kept crossed beneath her maid's mini-uniform, even above her heavy young breasts jutting forward at him provocatively.

"And... and that's the whole story, Captain Rocker!" Erika ended with parched throat. "Certainly, you can and will do something about it?"

"Of course, we can, my dear," he answered her calmly. "And we will?"

Erika breathed a heavy sigh of relief, smiling for the first time since she'd entered his office. "Oh Lord, you make me feel so much better, Captain." She leaned forward then: "Do... do you think there's a chance of my husband and I being released; I mean, after bringing this to your attention?"

Paul smiled at her. Christ, what a delicious fuck she'd make, he thought licentiously. "There's always a chance for everything, my dear. Let me set the wheels into operation on what you've already told me. We have to gather our own proof, you know something that will stand up in court. But don't worry, we'll get right on it. Meanwhile, I suggest you go back to the McAuliffe residence and act as if nothing has happened, so they won't get suspicious. Don't tell your husband, or anyone, that you've talked to me, all right?"

Erika swallowed at the dryness in her mouth. She'd hoped for immediate action to her condemning information, hoped that her sweetie Brian and herself could be out of there that very night, but she could reluctantly understand the methodical procedure of law. She forced a little smile as she got to her feet.

"I better get back before they notice that I'm gone," she said, backing toward the door. "And, and I'll depend on you, Captain Rocker."

"Just play it nice and cool," the huge man said, lumbering up from his chair. He smiled encouragingly. "We'll get on it right away, dear. Don't worry about a thing, unless it's you and your hubby in bed tonight. Remember those cameras you told me about."

Erika reached for the doorknob sensing the flush in her cheeks at his words, but hardly knowing how to counteract them. In fact, he had an excellent point, didn't he?

"Thank you, Captain, and please hurry! We don't want to stay a minute longer there than we have to."

"I understand, doll, and don't worry. Just do your thing," the big man said, moving to open the door for her. Then: "I'd have one of the boys drive you home but it might not look good. Better buy some groceries and take a cab."

"I will, and thank you, Captain Rocker," Erika said warmly.

"Oh, you're welcome, sweetie, and don't worry about a thing," he repeated benignly. "You'll be hearing from me shortly."

Erika was openly frightened when she discovered that Ryan McAuliffe had arrived home in her absence. He walked into the kitchen as she entered through the service entrance, a glowering look of suspicion clouding his big, handsome face. Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Erika gaped up at him, suddenly remembering the bag of groceries in her arms that she had bought, heeding Captain Rocker's advice.

"Where've you been?" the Director shot at her, his flinty eyes gleaming warily.

It was then that she noticed the glass and its contents in his huge hand. The smell of whiskey came to her. "Groc… Grocery shopping," she stammered, sensing her knees beginning to jell.

"And who told you to take that upon yourself?"

"W-Why... no one... b-but there were things we... we were out of M-Mr. McAuliffe," Erika lied, the blood in her veins seeming to abruptly turn cold. "I, I thought."

"Never mind what you thought, girl," he interrupted, his expression softening somewhat. "You're not to leave this house without my, or Mrs. McAuliffe's permission. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

He smiled then, his whole attitude appearing to change as he stood there. Finally, he said: "Put down the groceries and come with me, Dear I want to show you something."

Though she was still trembling from head to toe, Erika breathed an inner sigh of relief; he had accepted her lame excuse and walked to the swinging door leading into the rest of the house. She realized then that he was standing there waiting for her, holding the door inward for her to follow. Hesitantly, she set the bag of groceries on the table and walked past him through the opening, pausing there for his instructions.

"Upstairs, to the rumpus room," he said evenly. "I want to show you something. Go ahead."

A further hollowness crept into Erika's belly at the mention of the third-floor den, but she tried not to let him see it and obediently ascended the carpeted stairway before him, their trek carried out in verbal silence while she tried to reason what he could possibly want to show her up there?

Ryan let his eyes feast slyly on the shapely, arched roundness of her young hips and buttocks, the fullness of her exposed, sheer-covered thighs and luscious calves as she climbed the stairs in front of him, mentally praising Kellie for her choice brevity in mini-uniform selection. His enchantress of a wife knew well how to keep his libido stimulated. If only she weren't so goddamned ambitious for power in her own right, she be the perfect mate, but sometimes he felt that he hardly dare turn his back on her. Hell, enough of those thoughts for the present; there were other more immediate things that required his attention. He grinned lewdly to himself and drained his glass as he walked along the hallway behind her, following her into the great room and closing the door behind him, hearing the lock tumbler falling securely into place.

Erika, too, heard that decisive clicking sound and a new tightness constricted her belly. She stopped short in the room, turning quickly to face him. He smiled. "You were in here earlier," he said, walking past her toward the bar.

"Y-Yes... Mrs. McAuliffe ordered me to clean the room," Erika replied nervously, her wide, green eyes following his broad back until he was behind the bar and facing her again. He was still half-grinning as he set about making himself a d