"Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Blakely darling!" the teenager passionately moaned, clinging tightly to him. "You can do anything you want to me... or tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you... let it cum all up in my mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, Lover! Anything, Mark... only don't make me wait any longer! Let's... let's get naked... I want to see your cock!"

In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching the voluptuous teenaged girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater from her lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, white young breasts in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen cock to jerk achingly in his pants. Their tiny, cherry-like nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds of silk-smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied stripping away of her clothing.

He watched the tiny skirt disappear, then her panty-hose, and finally the wispy nylon bikini panties that unveiled the sparsely growing curls of her young teenage pussy-lips, the most lust- enticing sight he could ever remember gaping at. She started to move toward him, her dark young eyes hungrily fastened on his towering, rock-hard cock, but he held out his hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft give of her full, sensuously formed breast.

"I want to hold it, kiss it... suck it, Mr. Blakely!" the naked young girl hotly whimpered as he pressed her backward until she was lying back against the corner of the back of the seat and the door, one foot up on the cushion, the other on the floor. Her curvaceous, smooth young legs were lewdly spread open to him, the whiteness of her full, rounded thighs and belly contrasted by the dark silken curls of her sparsely curling pubic hair! He could readily see the thin pink crevice her blood-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, his aching cock responsively jerking upward with an almost painful series of throbs at the lust- whetting sight!

Go on, Jean, fuck your cheatin' little cunt back at the sonofabitch! If that's what you want, fuck your ass back at him 'till you whelp like a bitch! he insanely balanced. And this is what I'll do...

"Oh... oh Mr. Blakely, lover!" Annie moaned, clutching at his head as he lurched forward between her widespread, warmly trembling young thighs, feeling his lifting of her legs and drawing them back for him to give him the greater access to her naked cunt that she knew he wanted. She stroked at his tousled hair, sensing his hands wedging beneath the rounded moons of her taut young buttocks and drawing her further down the seat, his handsome face suddenly nuzzling into the wet, fire-filled intimacy of her eager loins!

Christ! The sweet, fresh youthful aroma of it alone was enough to make him cum, Mark inwardly reasoned, staring lecherously at the bewitching spectacle of her snugly clenching little cuntal lips and the lustrous dark curl of thinly sprouting pubic hair encircling it! He moved closer, thrust out his tongue and drew it slipperily from the base of her tightly clasping pussy-slit up to the very tip of her excitedly jerking clitoris, spreading open the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the intricate, naked flesh of her sensitive inner-secrets with satyrical aggressiveness.

"Oh... ooohhhhhhh God!" Annie groaned sensually, her whole youthfully excited body nakedly trembling beneath his erotically flicking tongue. "Darling! Ooohhh... you're wonderful! Yess... do it! Eat my cunt, Mr. Blakely! Ooohhh... I want to suck your cock while you lick me there... swallow your cum... please... please turn around for me... !"

Her unbelievable, wanton plea scraped and lashed at his lust- governed brain, and as much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her teenaged throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several more times through the hot, wet deliciousness of her hungrily clenching young cunt, then raised up over her, crawling intentionally forward. "Another time, Baby... not today! I'm going to fuck you... so reach down between your legs and put it where it belongs! Mr. Blakely's going to fuck you now, Annie!"

"Ooohhh... yesss... all right, darling, whatever you say!" the whimpering teenager passionately moaned. "Fuck me, Mr. Blakely, darling... fuck me good!" she hissed, grasping the length of his probing cock down between them and seating it's swollen head at the tiny pulsating lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do it... do it, Mark! Fuck me 'till I scream... please!"


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The bay was tiring. She'd pushed the beast too far, especially on an uncertain, downhill trail. She should have ridden the sorrel, he was a much surer-footed animal on this type of terrain. But then, she hadn't expected to catch her ex-lover in a clandestine encounter, had she? The sonofabitch! The way he'd walked away from her after she'd sucked him off! Professing deep love for that simple-headed, little blonde haired wife of his! And here he was out in the hills with some other cunt! Damn her soul! Who could it be? She had to know... because no one took a girl into the old quarry like he had, unless he was going to fuck her! Oh, the pretentious bastard! He was going to pay for this, and so was his blonde little lovely bride, but she had to know who the girl with him was... had to!

"Goddamn you, Dante, move... move!" Lydia snapped, gouging her spurs into the big animal's flanks and causing it to buckingly react. "Move, you sonofabitch!" she spat, viciously yanking the reins as they moved down the slope. "I want to see the face of that bitch with him... !"


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Mark had no more than wormed his long, thick length of hardened cock-flesh into the tight wet sleeve of her hotly clutching pussy-channel when the curvaceous teenager began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath him, obscenely thrusting her smooth rounded young hips and buttocks up at his impaling cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and gasping little cries! "Oh God... oh God... oh God!" she moaned, heaving her young delectable loins in an immediate fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering into her tightly clinging cunt. "Oh Darling, it's so big... it fills my hot little hole right up to my belly! Aaahhhh... give it to me... Mr. Blakely! Fuck me hard with it! Yesss... like that... ooohhh, I want to see... ! I want to see... !"

Shit, he was going to go right out of his goddamned head! The flaming velvety flesh of her childish vagina was wetly grasping and nursing his aching hardness like a gripping butter- coated hand, the frenzy of their fucking filling the car with flat fleshy slapping sounds! From the very first stroke, he felt his sperm-coated balls thudding hard down against her tiny, puckered anus as they wedged between the ovaled white moons of her wide- spread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself to allow her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes fixing on her firm, teenaged breasts that were quivering like some delicious, white gelatinous substance with his every jarring fuck up into her! She raised her head and gaped down between them as did he, the sight of his long, thick cock moistly vanishing inside the wide stretched, curl-ringed mouth of her young pink cunt causing her to gasp out in sensual desire!

"Oh... oohhh... I'm going to cum, Mr. Blakely! Yesss... cummmmiinnngg... !" she wailed, wrapping her smooth, naked legs around his back and spiraling her quivering young cuntal muscles up onto his charging cock like an acrobat shinnying a pole!

Wildly, she fucked and squealed beneath him, her voluptuous young-girl body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding, naked flesh clinging as if she were welded to him! Chrisi, he couldn't stop now! He hoped she'd understand... not go into some up-tight fit because she'd cum... and then she half- screamed:

"Oh... ooohhh... sweet fucker... I'm cuummniiinnggg agaaiinnn... !"

Mark felt her long, young nails gouging the hard flesh of his arms, shoulders and ribs as she trembled and spasihed around the length of his aching, buried cock plunging into the receptive, wet hole between her wide-spread, teenaged legs! Once more, she let out a banshee-like cry and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, she was a real nympho! No doubt about it, he thought wildly! The luscious little bitch was a nympho... ! Go ahead, Jeannie, get fucked by your goddamned Caesar... or any other dog you take a notion to! I'll take this little wanton nympho to even the score! Go ahead... go ahead... !

Lustfully, he looked down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see the hot, pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the moistly glistening hardness of his pistoning cock when he fucked back out of her! Christ, it was like pink, delicately spun sugar-candy sucking hungrily at his heavily veined shaft of long, thick rigidity, the silken, hair- fringed mouth of her youthful little pussy-hole feverishly clenching it and holding it deep up inside her! Like the lecher he knew that he was, Mark fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid delicacy of her young, tender belly eagerly swallowing the turgid head of his pulsing cock! She whimpered, but never pulled away from him even a fraction as he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes into her lasciviously upthrusted, young cunt!

"Oh God, Mr. Blakely... darling... lover... we'll do this again, won't we?" Annie whimpered. "Again and again? Ooohhh... you fuck into me so wonderful! I love you! Oooohhh... I've got to suck it... taste your cum, Darling! Oooohhhh Godddd, I'm going to again... yesss... nowwwww!"

Insanely, she clung to him, her curvaceous teenaged legs locked tightly with her ankles up over his back, her youthful loins smacking fleshily up against his as she undulated wildly her smoothly grinding hips and buttocks, making her cuntal-channel wetly massage his burning hard cock in a lewd, salacious churning act that caused his cum-filled balls to signal the end!

"Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ! I... I'm going toooo... !"

Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her small hands pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him!

"No! No, God... not this way! Please... ?" she pleaded, her youthful strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked young cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the car seat! "Crawl up over me, Mr. Blakely! I want it in my mouth! Shoot it in my mouth, Darling! I want to suck it... swallow it... please... ?"

Mark didn't struggle, but let her manipulate him above her until he was practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her young resilient tits, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated vat of his balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his jerking cock back into her anyplace! Almost frenziedly, she grasped its thick, moistened base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled lips up over the swollen, purplish head that was still glistening wetly from her cuntal secretions! Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion arose in her throat, vibrating the length of his long, impatiently jerking hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it! She cupped his jism- filled balls in her small, hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head movement, making him wildly understand what she wanted!

"Oh shit!" Mark choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck in and out of the hot, moist shelter of her hungrily enveloping young mouth! "Suck it, you luscious little cunt! Suck it... suck it hard... and any second now... it's going to fill that soft warm belly of yours with a big flood of cum... !"

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Annie passionately moaned in her obscenely positioned nakedness, eagerly massaging and milking his heavy sperm-bloated balls with her youthfully clutching hands as she tried to work his thickly pistoning cock further and further into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat!

And then, it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her swollen young breasts with his lewdly churning ass- cheeks, and watching the pink inner-flesh of her lushly ovalled lips clinging hotly to his moving cock when he withdrew it from her mouth in the backstroke. Then suddenly, in the midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into his rectum all the way to the palm of her hand! "Oh Christ!" he gasped and swore when she began to expertly rotate it around inside and massage the sensitive, rubbery depth "Ooooohh... that did it, Baby... I'm cummmmniiinnggg... ! Suck it hard you cocksucking little bitch!"

Mark writhed his hips furiously, watching her pretty young cock-contorted face, the lips sucking slavishly, his cock hardening ever greater with the presence of the needle-like stream of white hot sperm rushing the full length of it!

It burst as the young girl beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent tasting cum, flooding deep into her impatiently waiting mouth and throat! She felt her cheeks ballooning and contracting almost to the bursting point as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips tightly around his spasming hardness and sucking furiously, while his massive resevoir of wetly gushing cum continued to squirt down into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face harder up onto his wildly spewing prick!

The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it would be, and at the first hot pungent taste of his love-juice her own climax had been triggered again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her insatiably jerking loins and belly! And then, his wonderful cock began to grow limp in her still hungrily sucking little mouth, until gradually there remained nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them.

Breathing heavily, Mark climbed off of her obscenely sprawled young nakedness, the sight of her lush teenaged lips and chin glistening with the warm, wet whiteness of his sperm sending a contemptible wave of self-loathing surging through him for what he had done to the young college girl. But to Annie, who was slowly raising herself up in the seat, her young eyes lovingly fixed on the naked, handsome lover beside her, there was only wonder... if and how soon could she make it happen with Mr. Blakely again... !

Chapter 13

In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Lydia Newell wasted no time in reaching the Crescent Valley Police Chief by telephone. Nor did she mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his "little whore niece!"

"What the hell, Lydia, I-I can't believe it!" Link Morgan stammered in immediate jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while lecherously contemplating the tightly rounded, naked young ass of his dead sister's daughter whom he'd so patiently been schooling in the sinful skills of incestuous sex. The jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when Aaron Newell's fire-eating daughter bitterly unloaded on him! Goddamn, he couldn't believe it... Annie and Mark Blakely... ? The little two-timing hot-box.

"Y-You're sure, girl... I mean... ?"

"Don't show your stupidity, Morgan! I don't make mistakes! You ought to know that!" she gnashed into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk the receiver away. "I saw when they went in, then left the old quarry... and I doubt like hell that they were hunting for fossils! But that's neither here nor there! You listening... ?"

"Y-Yeah, sure, Lydia! I'm hearing every word!" the red-faced police officer obediently replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the thoughts of what he would do to the unthankful little cunt for this! And Blakely, the sonofabitch, he'd hang him in the bargain... !

"I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered. "We're doing this my way, just as we planned! Understand?"

"Right, right... your way, Lydia," Morgan quickly agreed, though his own vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten. "Just name the time..."

"Tonight, if I can inveigle Jean Blakely out here to the ranch... and unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her words reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Blakely's balls tacked right up over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?"

"Right... I know! You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own.

"I better be able to! Get the camera equipment ready, and don't forget... the acid, eh?" she schemingly reminded. "We'll catch the whole scene on film, then select after... but remember, keep my face out of it, Buster! Do what ever you want with the rest of me."

"Right," Link said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. "Don't worry, Honey, they'll be pictorial gems..."

"Okay, okay... I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you and verify that it's on... and don't come out here staven drunk," the valley's richest and most powerful bachelorette warned. "Or I might just have two pair of balls hanging over my bed... !"


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Steve was up for lunch, then away on his quest for story material, leaving Jean and Carol to rattle uneasily around the small house. Both girls sensed the unwanted strain between them, but neither could put a finger on the actual crux of the other's reasoning. While Mark, who had come home shortly before noon in a miserable, untalkative mood, slept in the guest-room, the once inseparable girls attempted to patiently overcome the secretive barrier which had pitted them against one another. Though they both unwittingly shared the identical, sensuous desire for Caesar's animal-affections, neither could openly admit to it for what each felt were obvious, debasing reasons. Instead, they drank coffee, warmly fumbling through memories and people from times passed, while their young female brains privily filled at every chance with thoughts and reveries of their incredible dog- lover.

Once, Jean in her flusterated jealousy, had been sorely tempted to come right out with it! She just had to know if her wild darling had come looking for her last night! But just as she was about to broach the question, the telephone intervened, and Carol, dreadingly suspecting a prying interrogation from her dearest friend, had welcomed the interruption with a sigh of relief. In fact, while Jean talked, the raven-haired girl had risen from the couch and poured herself a cognac from the cocktail table...

"I... I don't know what you mean," Jean was saying into the phone, her apparently troubled words reaching Carol as she recapped the bottle, then tugged the hem of her sweater down over her slacks. There was a tightness in Jean's voice that her friend readily recognized, the latter returning to the davenport as she listened intently, yet really not meaning to eavesdrop...

"... About Mark, you say... ? What about him, Miss Newell... ? All right, then Lydia, but we've never met... I see... Yes, it's quite obvious what you're implying, but I don't think I'm inter... You're not being very nice!... Yes, yes, she's the Chief of Police's niece... I don't believe it!... This... this morning... ?... That doesn't mean that they... !... Well... what time?... The A and B on the Ranch Road, isn't it?... All right... what time, again? Eight... Yes... I promise, I won't tell a soul... but you better be damned well right, Miss Newell... !"

Carol sipped at her cognac. Something was definitely not right, and it certainly had to do with Mark. The expression on Jean's face as she recradled the telephone would have portrayed that had she not overheard the one-sided conversation. Ordinarily, Carol thought, she could and would put forth the questioning probe; they had always been that close. But after the thing both of them had been carefully weathering all morning, how could she?

Jean returned to the couch forcing a strained, pinched smile. "Lord, I'm sorry, Carol, but I have an overlooked engagement this evening. These small towns," she managed, nervously picking up her coffee-cup. "If it isn't a college thing, the local Woman's Club manages to get some fund raising program going, and of course because of Mark's position, I'm always expected to attend."

"I understand, Dear," Carol sympathised. "I just poured myself a cognac. Would you like one?"