Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Volume Two

"Ooohhhh… Oooohhh… cherie! It's too much… I can't stand it!" Annette wailed. "Oooohhhhhh…!" Her voice died away in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out once more in a thin, high pitched whine as her passion began to overflow all bounds she had ever known and swept through her loins with the raging fury of a prairie fire. She twisted in the grip of her sweet agony, jerked and writhed, but didn't break with the open, sucking mouth glued to her cunt, while the flickering, enrapturing tongue played like summer lightning over her clitoris, sending the sharp forks of jagged electricity through her body to her confused, if, elated brain.

Frantically, she endured the pleasure, gasping, groaning, clutching at Madeleine's long, blonde tresses with clawing fingers… at last, shuddering violently, then relaxing… with spaced convulsing jerks as Madeleine continued to lick and suck, refusing to end it.

Madeleine's own desire had reached such a point that she doubted if she could bear it much longer. Her soft round belly and inflamed loins were quivering hotly in their craving need for fulfillment. She could feel the moisture seeping readily in little rivulets from her own excited, swollen cunt-lips, yet, she did not want to give up the ecstatic joy that Annette's luscious, tight, moist pussy was giving her, and though she eased away from the other's clitoris, she plunged her tongue into the vagina, tasting the slightly acid-like secretion, licking passionately the now-flushed and swollen cunt-lips.

"Mon Dieu!" Annette exclaimed, drawing shuddering breaths. She was no longer certain if she had cum or was cumming, the breath-taking sensations spiraling constantly through her pleasure-racked body having arrived at a point of continuous flow, without interruption, until she was almost completely enervated. She couldn't push Madeleine's head away, nor could she close her thighs. Dear God, she was going to lose her mind! She sobbed aloud and Madeleine returned to her wild tonguing of the hard little bud of her clitoris, making her convulse as her stomach muscles went rigid and her hands locked around the blonde head… wanting, yet not wanting, her to stop. Once more, she spasmed inside, her orgasm as gentle as a runaway freight car, her heart slamming wildly in her chest, her mind awash in the momentary bliss as little animal-like sounds gurgled up from deep in her throat, while her eyes glazed and her mouth hung limply open.

Still, Madeleine kept on, and it was at that moment the heavy running sounds of thundering feet came to Annette… familiar noises she would have quickly identified had she control of her wits.

Sir Launcelot announced his entrance with a loud bark and in a flash he leaped onto the bed with bared fangs, standing over Madeleine's prone body between Annette's wide-spread thighs. Madeleine screamed, trying to roll away, but the great animal's fierce growl and gleaming teeth paralyzed her.

"No! No!" Annette managed, raising to her elbows. "No, lover!" She ordered the beast. "Friend! It's all right, lover… She's a friend… you hear? Friend!"

Slowly, the massive dog seemed to comprehend, covering his teeth, his round, devoted eyes darting from his mistress back to the warm, white body of the blonde girl lying in still frozen horror beneath him. His ears seemed to snap erect and his long nose lifted as if his nostrils had suddenly sensed a pleasing and arousing smell. Abruptly, he whimpered and gazed longingly at his mistress.

Annette understood. She couldn't contain her little smile.

"Dear God! Get him off me!" Madeleine gasped in fright. "I don't dare move… Please, cherie…"

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you," said Annette. "I've told him you're a friend… He'll do whatever I tell him… but how did he get free? I thought Shannon locked him in a room?"

"S-So did I," stammered Madeleine, lying unmoving on her belly and looking pleadingly with raised eyes upward between Annette's firm, pointed little breasts at her smiling face. "He must have put him in the room with the broken knob… if he jumped up against the door, it would come open…"

"Well, well," Annette said, continuing to smile. "So, this changes the whole picture, doesn't it, cherie? Now, I have my baby with me to give me protection, eh…?"

"P-Please, Annette… after what I just did for you… would you do anything to hurt me?" Madeleine pleaded, her eyes wide with both fear and mental hurt. "I thought that we… that you…"

She didn't finish and Annette said: "That I'd bring you pleasure as you did me? Wasn't that what we said, cherie?"

"Oui… but I don't care now… I'm too upset," said Madeleine, jerking beneath the cold wet nose of the great animal above her who had suddenly began to sniff at the smooth white crevice of her buttocks and downward toward her loins between her slightly spread thighs. She cringed at the damp, grazing touch, endeavoring to draw her legs together, but thinking better of the move as Launcelot let off a wicked growl.

"Mon Dieu, cherie! Please call him off me…!"

"Ahhh… but no, cherie," Annette replied, an evil, if, delightful little twist contorting her attractive, thin-lipped mouth. "We promised each other pleasure… now it's your turn, as well as my lover's, eh?"

Madeleine continued to gape at the obscenely sprawled girl beneath her who seemed to be suddenly taking almost sadistic pleasure in her fear-striken state. Whatever the girl meant, she had no idea, for certainly any desire she'd felt before this beast had burst into the room to stand astraddle of her had long since dissipated…

My God! The brute was licking her… licking between her legs at her naked, defenseless genitals! Mother of God! She blurted: "Stop him, Annette! Can't you see what he's doing?"

"Of course, I can see, ma cherie," Annette laughed excitedly. "Don't you understand yet? My little pet wants some loving, cherie, eh? And I can assure you, he's the finest lover you've ever had… believe me, I know."

Madeleine continued to stare in disbelief. Was she losing her mind entirely? Did… did Annette intend that she should avail herself to this animal… like… like some rutting canine bitch…?

"You see, ma cherie, he's picked up the scent of your excited little pussy, and I doubt if anything could stop him now," Annette advised, her aroused little smile never leaving her. "In fact, should you try… I wouldn't be responsible for what he might do to you. No, cherie, there's no way out of it… so I'd advise you to get up on your knees with your lovely little round ass high in the air… and the sooner the better."

"Mon Dieu, Annette! You can't mean it…"

"Do as I say, damn you!" Annette snapped, her smile fading quickly. "Up onto your knees!"

And Madeleine did, her mind abruptly whirling in a daze as she heard the giant animal expound an almost lusty, savage growl behind her.

Earlier, Shannon had chosen a small lakeside village from which to make his first call, and studied his directions on the navigation map he had acquired, so that he would have no difficulty in piloting the launch at night. The distance was five miles greater than their regular mainland dock, but he didn't mind that. The near-cold breeze whipped up from the speed of the launch was invigorating, especially after the aroused hard prick he had left the island with. He needed something of this nature to cool his throbbing loins down. Two exciting bitches under one roof was a little more than he could handle yet, after five years of nothing but hand action.

Christ, he couldn't help the desire this Larreau broad raised inside him. Even though he hadn't intended that anything like that should happen, there was something about her trim figure… that tight ass and those firm little tits that set him off. Damn, how he'd like to get into her. He'd bet his last buck that she had the snuggest little cunt he would ever come across, and he'd wager she'd let him at it if he tried under different circumstances. So… maybe he'd just have to take it by force… Of course, Madeleine wasn't going to like that, but he guessed he could handle her if that need be. There was hardly any room left in his life for gentleness; a man took what he wanted when he wanted it, or forever went without, otherwise, he was a fool. And who knew better than did he?