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Subject: "The Jealous Protector" (f/m, dog, beast) Chapter 2
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The Jealous Protector
Chapter 2
Patty slowed as she neared the house. She didn't want to
burst in all out of breath and have her mother wonder what she had
been doing. She stopped at the front steps and smoothed out her
clothes and brushed all the particles of leaves and grass from her
that she could find. Then she sat down on the bottom step,
pressing her legs tightly together trying to stop the maddening
tingle in her unfulfilled loins. She imagined that all her mother
would have to do was take one look at her face to see the guilt
written there.
But then the bitter thought ran through her mind---would her
mother really care what she was doing? She never seemed to pay
any attention to her any more. It was just those awful men she
had taken up with and that damned liquor. Patty felt a twinge of
guilt shoot through her for harboring these unkind thoughts about
tier mother, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Oh, sure, she
understood how hard it must have been on the older woman since Dad
died. A tear trickled down her cheek as the memory of her father
came back to her. It was just two years ago that he had died,
shortly after they had moved here from the city. Dad had always
hated the city, and it was his life-long dream to move out to
where he could feel good about breathing the air and let the
beautiful silence soak into him, even if it meant driving forty
miles to work every day.
He had been killed in a traffic accident on the way to work
only two months after moving to the valley.
Patty loved the valley but she wished they had never come
here. Maybe Dad would still be alive. Patty had loved her
father. They had been very close. The loss had been made all the
worse by the way it had affected her mother. Instead of Patty and
her mother drawing closer together they had drifted apart. Mom
had taken it hard. For the first couple of months after the
accident she had hardly spoken. She seemed to be existing in a
state of perpetual shock. And then Patty had noticed the empty
bottles. Her mother never drank openly or got nasty drunk, but
the liquor seemed to put her in some kind of inner world where
nothing could touch her, not even Patty, her own daughter.
It was almost a year before the men had started to come
around. Patty couldn't blame her mother for wanting to be with a
man. During the past year the ripening of her own body had shown
her how strong that need could be. Even though it was almost
impossible to imagine anyone replacing her father, Patty had
lately begun to wish that Mom could find some nice man she could
date regularly. At least that would be preferable to the way it
was now.
Her mother kept a steady flow of drunks and bums, the lowest
element in the county, sneaking into her bed. The young blonde
girl suspected that her mother unconsciously chose these vile men
to fulfill her sexual needs in a way that would remove all danger
of any of them replacing the memory of her husband in her heart.
But that still didn't make the spectacle any less disgusting for
Patty. She hated to see her mother debasing herself in this
manner.
Patty's thoughts were interrupted as Champ began to nuzzle at
her insistently. He laid his huge head on her. lap and looked up
at her lovingly with his soft brown eyes. Patty looked down at
him for a moment, the tears still dimming her eyes, and then
impulsively she threw her arms around the faithful animal's neck
and hugged him close against her soft, full breasts.
Oh, thank God she had him! she thought gratefully. He helped
fill the vacuum left when her father had been taken from her and
was her constant companion. There was a deep love shared between
them that helped give her the strength and compassion to try to
understand her mother's problem.
With a sigh the troubled teenager got to her feet. She might
as well go into the house, she thought.
She was just about to open the front door when she suddenly
froze into stillness.
There was a groan from inside the house!
Her mind was blank for a moment, and then she was struck by
the sudden fear that something was wrong with her mother. But as
she reached for the doorknob, she froze again as she heard a harsh
male laugh.
She didn't know what to do. Obviously there was a man in the
house with her mother, no unusual thing, but it sounded as though
he were hurting her.
There was another groan, but it was longer this time and had
an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone were being
tortured. Patty dropped her hand from the door-handle and started
to back away. Her mind was a riot of confused emotions. What
should she do? Should she call the police? Perhaps some fiend
had broken in and was assaulting her mother. Then her mind was
made up for her as a pleading voice spoke again.
"Oh, God! Yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!"
It was her mother again, and her voice was drunkenly slurred
in a desperate pleading tone Patty had never heard before. The
confused young girl paled in the darkness as a new and disturbing
thought came into her mind. The man was obviously hurting her
mother, but it didn't sound as if it were against her will, the
way she was almost crying for him to continue.
But perhaps he was making her plead with him. Perhaps he was
a sadist like some of the men she had read about in her psychology
course. Men who enjoyed hearing women beg. Patty stood
breathlessly on the porch trying to make up her mind what to do.
She couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was certain
what was going on.
She had to find out.
The confused young girl took a deep breath and backed slowly
down the front steps. She began to walk cautiously around the
house towards her mother's window. As she picked her way through
the untended clumps of high grass next to the house, she could see
a beam of fight streaming into the darkness from her mother's
window. The curtains were not completely closed. She motioned
for Champ to sit, and then moved closer. She hesitated and then
took a deep breath before summoning up the courage to look inside.
The part blonde teenager couldn't believe the sight that met
her eyes!
Her mother was lying nakedly spread-eagled in the center of
her bed not five feet away, so close that Patty felt she could
reach out and touch her. The older woman's head was rolling back
and forth on the mattress, her face contorted in ecstasy. A man
was kneeling between her widespread legs, running his lips and
tongue moistly up and down her wantonly trembling body. The man
had obviously sucked her mother's heaving breasts into quivering
hardness and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of
her jerking stomach and inner thighs. Her mother writhed beneath
his flicking caresses like a woman possessed, with her hands
tangled tightly in his hair, pulling his lips greedily to her
hungering flesh. It was a moment before the girl outside could
see enough of the man's face to recognize him.
It was Hank Jones. Her heart skipped a beat. Of all the men
who came to see her mother, Mr. Jones was the one Patty loathed
the most. He was loud and coarse, and she could sense the cruelty
lurking behind his beefy features. But more than that, she was
frightened by the way he sometimes looked at her, as if he were
undressing her with his eyes.
Patty leaned forward, gripping the corners of the window-
frame until her hands ached, completely incapable of movement.
The stunned young girl knew she should run, bide, get away from
here. She tried to blot the shocking picture from her mind but
couldn't. She had to took. The obscene spectacle was mesmerizing
her. Her mind rebelled at watching a man toying with the naked,
squirming body of her own mother. It was depraved and lewd, but
she could not turn away.
To her amazement she found that there was a certain wicked
satisfaction in watching this pagan scene. Her mother was
beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the
nakedly enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before
her. She was only thirty-five years old, and her voluptuous
breasts were still as firm as a high school girl's. Her waist was
slender and swelled out into the beautifully rounded hips and
thighs of a mature woman. Her hair was blonde, like Patty's, and
lay in a golden cloud on the pillow around her frantically
twisting head.
Hank had worked the older woman up to a fever pitch; her
mouth was hanging open wide in ecstatic rapture and her glassy
lust-smoked eyes stared up into nothingness. Hank placed himself
in position over her rapidly rising and failing belly, his face
hanging within inches of the golden-haired pussy mound below. His
hands were pressed down on the soft swell of her stomach, and his
thumbs dug into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Patty
sucked in her stomach with a gasp as she saw his thumbs massage
the passion-swollen flesh for a moment. And then he pulled
outwards slowly, parting the sparsely curling hair and exposing
the moist, red slit of her mother's vagina. The dainty bud of the
older woman's clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing into
hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal
entrance.
Hank's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick
teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of
her slit. Her mother's nakedly squirming body jerked at the
electric contact, and her legs clamped tightly together round his
head, her soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like
grip. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the
probing of his wetly slavering tongue, and soft mewls of animal
pleasure came from between her clenched teeth. Caught in a
mindless fit of uncontrolled lust, the beautiful woman's upper
torso writhed tike a belly dancer's as she lay back naked and
panting on the mattress.
Patty's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched her mother
twisting lustfully under the depraved sucking of her loins. Her
own torso began an involuntary swaying in time to that of her
mother's as the older woman's body squirmed in lewd surrender to
the nerve-shattering licking of the tongue and lips glued to her
insanely throbbing vagina. Patty was suddenly aware that her own
wetly pulsating pussy was still burning in unfulfilled passion
from the furious action of Danny's finger up between her legs only
minutes before. Without knowing how they got there, she found her
own hands cupping the aching mounds of her breasts, trapping the
hardened sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger through
the thin material of her summer dress. Her fingers began
squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of
surprised pleasure from her open lips. She pushed closer to the
window so that she could better see the lewdly exciting spectacle
going on within.
She watched in wide-eyed wonder as Hank's lips began crawling
up her mother's squirming body. They worked their way up slowly,
pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a quick flick of
the tongue that would bring further groans of delight and
frustration from her mother's tightly clenched teeth. It was then
that Patty could clearly see Hank's long thick cock protruding
from his groin. It looked as hard as the thick stump of a tree,
and stood out from the curly black pubic hair covering his
powerful belly. His penis was enormous and Patty shuddered as she
saw it pause momentarily over her mother's little vaginal opening.
The peering young blonde girl thought that the naked man was going
to stick it in and begin fucking immediately, but he didn't.
Slowly, he slid all the way up the older woman's slippery
sweat-soaked body and straddled her passionately quivering
breasts, then sat back slightly on his buttocks pushing the soft
resilient mounds flat against her chest.
Hank's lust-thickened cock stood straight out from his belly
with its swollen rubbery head but a few inches above the
helplessly trapped woman's gasping mouth. Hank reached one hand
back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist shoved his
outstretched middle finger deep up between her wide-open legs,
skewering it into the pink, moist flanges of her cunt up to the
flat of his palm. She jerked as he rotated it around inside,
teasing the wet sensitive walls until the frantic woman panted and
gasped, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering
her body was undergoing.
Patty could see her mother try to squirm away from the
teasing torture, but Hank's knees were holding her shoulders and
arms pinned tightly down against the mattress. She was completely
at his mercy. A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached
down with his free hand and nabbed the underside of his massive
cock-head in a slow teasing circle around her wetly parted lips.
A second later, her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her
teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin string of
white pre-ejaculate seeping from it stretched across her open
mouth. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out,
trying to suck the mocking instrument into her mouth. But Hank
laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the
tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside. The naked
older woman moaned and strained until Patty could feel herself
struggling with her.
Patty's breath was coming in time to her mother's gasps
beneath the thick teasing penis. The muscles in her own body were
as taut as bowstrings as she reacted involuntarily to the lewdly
exciting scene before her. Slowly the young girl's right hand
left her breast to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft young
belly. She jerked as it slid into the elastic waistband of her
panties to rub thrillingly at the sparse pubic hair rising from
the "vee" up between her thighs. One of her fingers played for a
moment, then suddenly curled down into the moistly ready slit up
between her legs---the same slit where Danny's fingers had been so
thrillingly stroking only minutes before. Her fingernail scraped
gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into
quivering life.
Breathlessly watching the lewd scene inside her mother's
bedroom now, Patty jerked forward as her own searching hand curled
further down her loins, parting the soft lips of her vagina to
insistently snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her
virginal little cunt sending wild electric shocks of pleasure
stabbing through her. She ground her pussy down hard against her
own impaling finger and her body began a gentle rocking motion in
time to Hank's hand fucking into her mother's shamelessly
undulating pussy right in front of her.
Suddenly there was a deep gurgling from her mother's throat
on the other side of the window. Hank, the sadistic grin on his
face widening, had taken her brutally by the hair and pulled her
head up off the mattress. At the same time, he thrust forward to
ram the lust-swollen head of his thick penis deep into her gaping
mouth. Patty held her breath as she watched. She was certain her
mother was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive organ
buried between her wide-stretched lips, but the older woman only
began hungrily sucking at the great pulsating shaft---groaning as
though she had waited all her life for this lewd feast.
Hank rose to his knees, and, with one hand still holding her
head up by the hair and the other once again sunk deep into her
wetly gaping cunt, he began buffeting the doubly-impaled woman's
body cruelly up and down on the mattress. Patty watched with
horrified fascination as her mother's tightly ovalled lips sucked
with all their might on the huge cock fucking into her mouth. Her
cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke and expanded obscenely on the
in-stroke, and her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of
animal lust that the young girl had never dreamed existed. Its
very rawness brought a low moan to her own lips, her tongue
circling them nervously as she felt the juices of her own tight
little pussy increase their flow up between her legs, drenching
her thrusting palm with a warm moisture.
Through the haze of her own passion she saw her mother's
rounded mouth on the other side of the window voraciously sucking
at the growing white stalk of male flesh sawing into her mouth.
The thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there
by unseen fingers. Hank gunned lewdly above her as he fucked into
her willing mouth and watched her lust-contorted face suck and
lick at his throbbing penis like a child devouring a candy-cane.
She had freed both hands now and placed them behind his swaying
buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling his loins
maniacally to her. Patty could see saliva dripping from the
comers of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her
hollowing cheeks. Her mother was clearly reveling in the cruel
humiliation Hank was subjecting her to---a masochistic light
shining strangely in her lust-glazed eyes.
Unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure were coursing through
the hotly aroused young girl's entire being as she watched her
mother succumb to the depraved sucking of Hank's thick cock. She
discovered that her own lips were ovalled as if she, too, were
sucking, and the knowingly, lewd imagery caused her hips to begin
lasciviously circling in rhythm to her own hand fucking into her
burning vagina. To the teenager's lust-glazed eyes, Hank's heavy,
pummeling shaft seemed to disappear completely into her mother's
face as he drove forward with hollowing buttocks like a pile-
driver until the. coarse hair of his loins brushed the tip of her
nose. His sperm-tightened balls danced beneath, slapping in
unison against her upraised chin with each hard thrust.
God! Patty thought dimly, he's going to strangle her. He's
going to cum in her mouth, and the hot, sticky stuff will choke
her! He'll kill her! He'll kill her!
And, as the horrified girl watched, Hank yanked his wildly
jerking cock suddenly from her mother's sucking lips and held the
huge red tip about two inches away from her face. With an
expiring groan from his lust-contorted lips, his penis began
spewing white hot cum directly into her wide-open mouth. The
hard, quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow, filling
her mouth to the brim, and the passion-crazed older woman
swallowed voraciously, not wanting to lose a drop of the lust-
inciting fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down lewdly trying
to keep up with the wildly ejaculating sperm spewing into her
face.
Patty groaned at the obscene picture of her mother's self-
inflicted humiliation as Hank's cock throbbed out its last
remaining spurts. Thin strings of the sticky white fluid ran down
from the tip of his penis to her wetly glistening lips, linking
them in an obscene spider-web of sexual connection.
Suddenly Patty's heart caught in her throat as Hank seemed to
look directly at the window. She backed quickly away into the
dark, her finger slipping wetly from her own vagina. Oh God, what
if he saw me? she thought as she raced away from the house. She
was dimly aware of Champ running at her side and felt reassured by
his presence.
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