"Oh yes... God, yess... so much better... because I'll cum... I'll cummmmm... and I have to cuummmm... my Godddd... !"

"Of course, you have to!" Lydia heatedly answered, rising to her feet and drawing the honey-blonde young wife willingly upright. Abruptly, she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, pressing Jean's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious warmth. "Kiss me, my little cunt!" Lydia aggressively demanded and Jean did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger... !


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It was not his uncanniness that led Caesar to the remote place where the young female of the sheep lived. He had lurked in the shadows of Crescent Valley throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one's shelter because he had not seen her the night before. An uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass barrier. The she-human which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed-she was not his chosen female! Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he remained close by to ascertain this.

Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town- lights, and then from a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! She, of the sheep! He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the destination before him.

With his stealthful, animal silence, Caesar moved in close, individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her... and there he tensed like an immobile shadow to watch... !


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Jean felt as if she, too, were floating... but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris! Oooohhh, she needed that... yessss, warm clitoral love... yet... yet... ?

"... Take off your clothes, Jean baby, strip naked for Lydia!"

The curvaceous, honey-blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowly lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts.

God, what a voluptuous young venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Lydia Newell, thought smuggly. Ann, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but nothing to equal this heavenly built female! Christ, it was luscious cunts the likes of her who made woman's lib worth while! Her own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times... ! Then, Link Morgan waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her!

Jean reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress... then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered...

"It's all right, Jean darling, you can undress now," Lydia half-whispered. "There's just you and me... and you want to spread your legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember... like you're going to kiss and love Lydia's... ?"

For a moment more, Jean hesitated, then: "Yes... yes... take off my clothes and be naked... so we can lick and love each other... !"

"That's right, Baby, everything... everything!" the emerald- eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Blakely's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now... come here, lover." Lydia huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?"

"Oh... oh yes... yes... I want to undress you, Lydia!" Jean chokingly whispered, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.

"Oh... oh... !" she heard the young nakedly stripped blonde gasp as she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple pinches of Lydia's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! "Un-Undress you, Lydia darling..." Jean was passionately whimpering. "Make you naked, like me... !"

"Yes... Baby... and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"

"Oooohhhh... kiss you all over... you're so soft and lovely... kiss you all... all over... even... even your pussy!" Jean half-mumbled, gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's ovaled, full buttocks. At last, with a hesitant insistancy, Jean swiveled her once more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn, hair-fringed cunt-lips!

"Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Lydia Newell gaspingly groaned, drawing Jean upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked lovliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and lick 'till I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, Jean Blakely?"

"Oooohhhh... yessss... I want to... want to, Darling... until you go out of your mind... !" Jean resounded her words, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.

"Damn... you gorgeous bitch!" Lydia hissingly exclaimed, pressing her down onto the bed and crawling between Jean's white, receptively spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Lydia lewdly commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open for me!"

Jean never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breast, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, Jean's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Lydia Newell's lesbian assault!

Everything that the bi-sexed bachelorette had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl... had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! God, this had to be the ultimate... so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lez, yes... but she was not! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was breathtaking! God no... she would never get enough of it... never!

Tauntingly, Lydia gazed down between Jean's openly spread thighs and began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips... the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrancy of its perfumed aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Lydia, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of... but she had to taste it... and she did!

Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Blakely beneath her moaned in ever- mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished!

When it happened, Jean cried out! In her intensely LSD- sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris.

Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Jean's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovalled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction motion! The hot length of Lydia's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erectiled flowerette of her clitoris until Jean could do little more than wail and twist about helplessly beneath... !

Chapter 15

Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn... if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them... but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Blakely's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything... unless, Lydia Newell had a thing for cunt... !

Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife... and that was not taking anything from his little Annie's... which was probably still warm and welted right at that moment!

The red-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-covered skin! Then, the craziest goddamned thing... she'd spread her legs and he could see the wetness beginning to tricle from her tight, hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage whap!

"Oh... oh God... don't stop, Uncle Link... harder... harderrr!" she began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I... I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg... !"

Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he didn't have his masochistic little Annie here to suck it off like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told him everything, how that frigging pretentious deputy had tried to get smart with her... made a pass and got no where. The sonofabitch, he was no better than his old man! But Annie'd learned something useful... damned useful! The luscious blonde bitch out there, Blakeley's wife, had been fucking the wild mutt, Caesar, and regular! Now, wasn't that something?

Christ, he wanted a piece of her... a piece of Lydia Newell, too, when the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Blakely's tight-assed young wife! She was the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen! Even spanking Annie's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Jean Blakely's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was happening to her... But this was the way Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually got what sbe wanted... or else! Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!

Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's pink tightly splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Blakely's wife's hair-fringed little cunt- lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock! And then... !

"Now, Darling... it's your turn to make Lydia happy!" the naked, auburn-haired bachelorette sensually whispered, raising back to her knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions.

"B-But... but, I have to cum... to cuumnumn!" Jean whimpered, smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvacous nakedness.

"Later, Baby... after you've licked and sucked Lydia's cunt," the emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Lydia happy, too, Lover?"

"Y-Yes... yes, of course... I want to make Lydia happy..." Jean gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.

"Then... come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque bacherlorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together..."

Slowly, Jean lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moralistic principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out web engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Lydia Newell said:

"Don't be afraid, Baby. You'll love it... or have you ever licked pussy before?"

"No... no, never..."

"Well... there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be frightened... come on, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry... don't keep Lydia waiting... she needs your hot little tongue there... !"

"Yeessss... yesss... I know... !" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her... but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark... of Caesar! Her... her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious girl who lie back before her, the open, invitational spread of Lydia's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through her.

Jean stared in fascination up between Lydia Newell's wide held legs, at her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, puckered anus! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife! Yes... yes... Caesar... she needed her darling Caesar to bring her ecstatic joy... !