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Subject: "The Jealous Protector" (f/m, dog, beast) Chapter 4
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The Jealous Protector
Chapter 4
It took Paula Edwards a long time to wake up the next
morning. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness not
knowing whether she preferred the terror of her nightmares or the
shameful realities of her daily life.
Finally, with a groan, she pushed back the covers and stared
up at the ceiling with red-rimmed eyes. The sick pain of a
hangover shot through her head as she started to sit up, and she
fell back heavily on the pillow. It was a full five minutes more
before she was able to swing her feet over the edge of the bed and
pull herself slowly to her feet. She felt something scaly as her
hand brushed automatically across her face. Looking in the
mirror, she saw with a shudder that Hank Jones' dried semen still
clung in places to her chin and breasts.
She started to move quickly toward the bathroom to wash it
off, but nearly tripped over an empty whiskey bottle. She caught
hold of the door frame to steady herself and glanced around at the
dirty room and unkempt bed. She saw her face in the mirror,
haggard but still beautiful and then she burst into tears.
"Oh God, oh God, what's happened to me?" she moaned as she
fell forward on her knees and buried her face against the soiled
sheets. Her lovely naked body shook with sobs as the full
realization of her continuing degradation was finally brought home
to her.
After a while she straightened, and then sat on the edge of
the bed, her hands in her lap, her face calmer now. She wondered
how she had been able to play this game with herself so long. It
was time to admit that Mark was gone. He was dead, dead and would
never come back.
But she wasn't dead, she reflected, determination coming over
her face. It was time to stop this twilight existence half way
between life and death, just drunk enough to shut out the world,
just frustrated enough to sleep with the likes of Hank Jones. She
shuddered as she thought of the man's crudeness. Well, she didn't
need him any more, she thought. She had other things, other
people, her daughter for instance.
Yes, Patty, her daughter. She had neglected her for too
long. She knew the pain her disgusting life must be causing the
fatherless young girl, and she vowed it would be different from
this minute on.
The first thing I can do is to clean this place up, she
thought to herself and began to put new sheets on the bed. Within
the next twenty minutes the room was in reasonable order. She
looked at her dirty tired face in the mirror again and decided she
was the next project. She showered, washed her hair and put on
clean clothes. She was beginning to feel her old self again, and
for the first time in a long while she was looking forward to the
day ahead. She had to go into the city today to see a lawyer
about some of Mark's insurance policies, a thing that she had been
dreading. It seemed manageable now, and when she got back in the
evening she would cook a nice dinner for Patty and herself.
Perhaps they would go to a show together afterwards.
It was fairly early and the house was still quiet. She
supposed that Patty was still asleep. She often stayed out late
these warm summer nights, but Paula supposed it was all right with
the dog to protect her. Mark had brought Champ home when he was a
puppy a@ a gift for their daughter. He had said it was good for a
kid in the country to have a dog. He'd always wanted one himself.
Patty and-the dog had become inseparable; Paula loved him too, but
it was nothing like the close bond between the faithful animal and
her daughter.
She picked up her coat and purse and started towards the
front door, then she hesitated a moment. She turned and moved
silently toward the door of Patty's room. It was slightly ajar,
and she pushed it open wider and looked in. Patty lay on her side
in her bed curled up around Champ's great body, her bright golden
hair contrasting sharply with the rough texture of his dark coat.
The dog looked up as Paula's head peeked around the door, then he
laid his head on his paws and gently wagged his tail as he saw who
it was. Paula smiled and quietly closed the door. She went out
the front door, not bothering to lock it because she knew that
Champ was adequate burglar insurance.
The front door latch gave a sharp click as it closed and
Patty stirred in her sleep. A few seconds later her big blue eyes
fluttered open and stared unseeingly at the ceiling for a moment.
Then she automatically flinched and held up her hands as Champ
began happily licking her face. She giggled for a moment and then
gave the dog a big hug.
"Good morning, Champ," she said gaily. "You haven't told
anybody our secret yet, have you?" And she laughed again.
She started to bound out of bed but gave a little cry of
surprise as she realized she was raw and sore up between her
thighs. Well, why not, she thought to herself, my hymen was
broken last night.
"You'll have to be more careful next time Champ, at least
till I get more used to it. And there will be a next time, won't
there?" she said as much to herself as to him.
She gingerly stood up and then shamelessly raised her short
flimsy nightgown. She looked down at her pubic area and saw that
her golden-haired pelvis was still matted with Champ's semen. She
began probing at the softly curling mound and hesitantly inserted
her forefinger just inside her tight raw vaginal opening.
"Ouch," she said and winced a little. Yes, it was a little
sore all right, but there didn't seem to be any real damage.
Despite the slight pain, the passage of her fingertip between the
soft pink folds of her cuntal slit sent a thrill racing through
her blood. Reluctantly she withdrew her hand and had just decided
to go in the bathroom and take a shower to wash the dried animal
cum from her body when she got an idea. Why not let Champ lick
her clean? After all it was his cum, and his big soft tongue
wouldn't hurt her like her own finger had. She sat back on the
edge of the bed and pulled her nightgown up a little higher. She
let her beautiful milky-white young thighs fall lewdly open so
that her nearly virginal young pussy opened up like the petals of
a rare tropical flower. Champ came to attention as he saw once
again the well-remembered pleasure-trove from the night before.
"Want a little breakfast, Champ?" the quickly aroused girl
said in a catching voice as the dog looked up expectantly. The
big dog whined once and moved slowly toward her extending his head
inquisitively. Patty's breath sucked in sharply as the cold
canine nose slid wetly up between her thighs and came to rest
against her already dampening blonde curls. Her knees fell open
even wider, and she gave a little groan as she awaited the first
searing attack of the dog's hot wet tongue.
But it never came. There was a thunderous knock at the front
door, and Champ quickly jerked his head around.
"Oh no, no, Champ," the desire-ridden girl implored, "come on
back. It can't be anybody important." But the pounding went on,
and the big dog trotted from the room, the hair bristling on the
back of his neck and an ominous growl coming from his throat.
"Oh damn," Patty said petulantly to herself and, pulling her
nightgown down so that it once again covered tier thighs, she
stalked angrily into the living room determined to get rid of
whoever it was as quickly as possible. Champ was standing right
in front of the door barking loudly, his head tossing angrily.
"Quiet Champ," she said, letting some of her anger spill over
onto the dog. She got a tight hold on the dog's collar with one
hand and held him back as she opened the door a crack to see out.
Champ's barking and growling grew even louder, and he made several
lunges toward the partly opened door Patty peered out to see what
it was that was so upsetting the dog.
It was Hank Jones!
"Oh," Patty said pulling tile top of her nightgown tighter
around her throat. "It's you."
"Yeah, it's me," lie said, looking nervously down at the
snarling dog. "How's about letting me in?"
"My mom's not here," Patty said expecting the matter to end
there.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hank answered, "She asked me if I could
fix the bathroom sink, an' I thought I'd surprise her with it when
she came back." He held up a leather bag that clinked heavily like
there were tools inside.
"Well ... I don't know," Patty said hesitantly, even though
her hand was already reaching for the hook on the screen door.
Champ became even more excited and, in his struggles to lunge
forward toward the cringing Hank, Patty was pulled off-balance and
the neck of her nightgown opened even further permitting one of
her ripely budding young breasts to leap free. She blushed,
feeling Hank's hot stare on her accidentally exposed loveliness.
It made her angry and perversely she directed her anger at the
faithful dog.
"Would you shut up?" she yelled and Champ momentarily
quieted. "Just a minute," she said to Hank and closed the front
door in his face. She then dragged the protesting animal toward
the small utility porch at the back of the house.
"Now get in there," she commanded, "and let's not have any
more trouble from you." She moved Champ inside, quickly shut the
door after him, and looked through the small glass window in the
upper part of the door, feeling guilty as she saw the betrayed
expression in his eyes. She walked quickly back to the front door
and opened it, half hoping Hank would have gone away in the
meantime, but he hadn't.
"Okay," she said grudgingly, for she really disliked the man,
"come on in, but stay away from the back porch." She stepped wide
out of the big man's path as he strode boldly in, grinning now
that the dog was out of the way. He looked like he was going to
say something to her, but she turned her back on him and went
toward her bedroom, once again holding her nightgown tightly
around her. She turned inside her own doorway and saw that he was
still staring after her.
"I thought you were going to fix the sink," she said
pointedly. A flush started to mount his face, and it looked like
he was going to reply angrily, but his jaw muscles clamped tight
and, spinning on his heel, he strode wordlessly off towards her
mother's bedroom and the bathroom beyond.
The suspicious young girl stood by her door for a few minutes
until she heard the clink of tools coming from the other side of
the house. Satisfied, she partly closed her door and went toward
her closet. She instinctively felt it would be much more sensible
to have on less revealing clothes than this practically sheer
piece of gauze she was wearing. She stripped the nightgown from
her with one easy movement and tossed it carelessly on the bed,
her enchantingly curved young body reacting with delight to the
soft feel of the morning air on its nakedly pearly surface. As
she rummaged through the closet searching for a light summer
dress, she could not help staring at herself in the full-length
mirror, admiring the ripe sensual curves of her body.
She was much fuller, much more rounded, like a full-grown
woman but with the firm unsagging flesh of youth. Her skin was
supple and shone like porcelain, completely without blemish. She
became so enraptured with her own reflection in the mirror that
she didn't notice a shadow move across the gap of the partially
opened door.
Hank Jones moved slowly and quietly as he peered in and
stared at the nakedly beautiful figure of the young girl who was
his prey. His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in
his trousers becoming bigger and bigger until in a matter of
seconds it had reached full erectness. He let his hand go down to
feel the stiff pulsing rod as it jerked against the material.
Slow down, he gloated silently to himself ... wait a few minutes
and you'll have everything you want; Christ, the hot little bitch
will be begging you for it. 'Me thought of his eagerly throbbing
cock buried inside her tight teenage pussy made it almost
impossible to control himself, but ' he tried to concentrate on
just watching her naked movements.
He gazed at her beautifully rounded ass-cheeks as she bent
over to open a drawer. She had full firm buttocks which were very
slender at the start under a slim waist and then billowed out and
rounded into smooth perfect thighs. Her rear view looked deep and
enticing for there was a warm looking dark cleavage between her
fleshy buttocks which opened slightly as she bent forward and
revealed the darker point of her tiny anus. He watched the
muscles of her thighs tensing as she moved; they seemed to flow in
a sensually continuous motion.
She straightened and turned a little. What a lust-inciting
profile! Her breasts were proud, high and full---white mounds of
firmly ripe flesh above a belly flat as a board. He could now
make out the pouting pink lips of the soft flesh over her vagina.
His penis jerked in a lewd eagerness as he watched with lust-
filled eyes. God, she was the most fuckable female he'd seen in
years---better even than that drunken mother of hers. The
delicately strong features reminded him of the first young girl he
fucked years ago, and now he would have her again ... only this
one was fourteen or fifteen, not a screaming twelve year old. And
he was fairly certain that he would be the first man to plant a
cock in this one.
He unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled out his stiff
throbbing penis and began to stroke it. He could hardly make up
his mind. Should he rush in and take her right there, on the
floor? Or wait a little and savor the anticipation? He
hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. He began to reflect on the
scene he had witnessed last night between her and the German
shepherd.
A goddamned dog! And she thought she was too good for him,
Hank Jones!
Well, he would have her no matter what she thought. He could
just picture the look on her face as he came toward her---the
fear, the horror and the utter uselessness of her struggle against
him and his big hard cock. He would hold her down unmercifully,
let his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead her
proud young breasts until she screamed out in joy and pain. And
finally, finally, with her begging him to fuck her, he would push
his long thick shaft up into the furthest depths of her belly and
screw her until she couldn't walk for a week.
You snotty little bitch, he thought to himself. Well, you
won't think you're such hot stuff when I'm through with you. You
won't be too good for old Hank Jones. You won't be too proud for
anybody, and then we'll see whether or not you want to go back to
fucking that dog. 'Me big man couldn't wait any longer. He
pressed his penis back into his trousers and, noiselessly opening
the door all the way, he slipped inside the young girl's bedroom.
Patty had just taken her dress from a hanger and was going to
slip it over her head. She decided she wouldn't bother with any
underwear because as soon as Hank was gone, she was going to strip
naked again, and she and Champ would start where they had left
off. Suddenly without fully realizing why, she froze. She had a
feeling someone was watching her. She was afraid to do it, but
she turned slowly. Then she saw Hank standing there. She wanted
to scream, but it stuck in her throat, and only a hoarse gasp came
out.
"Hi, Patty," Hank laughed with an unmistakable gleam in his
small beady eyes, "fancy meeting you here."
The frightened teenager used her dress in a futile effort to
cover her nakedness, but Hank stepped quickly forward and tore it
from her hands leaving her ripe young body completely exposed
again. He leered at her, his eyes devouring every part of her
nakedly trembling flesh. Her eyes were wide with fright and it
was a moment before she could think clearly.
"Get out of here! Out of here now! If you don't get out of
here, I'll call for help!"
"Now, now Patty. Is that the way to talk to your old buddy
Hank? Your mother would be ashamed of you." He reached out and
flicked one big rough finger insolently against a tiny pink nipple
causing it to automatically quiver into hardness. She jumped
back, rage and fear mingling on her face.
"Don't you dare do that," she spluttered. "I'll call Champ,
and he'll tear you to pieces."
"How you gonna do that baby? You locked him in the service
porch," he laughed. Patty realized what a mistake she had made in
even letting this brute in the house. But she decided she would
not give up without a fight.
"If you hurt me, if you do anything to me, I'll make sure
everybody knows. I'll make sure you're punished. You can't break
in here like this and expect to get away with it. Now get out of
here! Get out of here!" she cried, her voice rising higher and
higher.
"Now Patty, baby," Hank said in mock good humor. "Who said
anything about breaking in. You let me in. You're going to
cooperate, you're going to lay down and ask me to fuck you. And
you know why?" he added with a leer. "Because of that dog of
yours, because you think so much of him."
"Because if you don't," he snarled, his face becoming ugly,
"you ain't gonna have no dog. I'm gonna blow his fucking head
off." And with that, he pulled back his shirt from over his hairy
belly to show her the butt of a pistol jutting blackly above his
waistband.
"And nobody will blame me, baby. I saw him raping you last
night out there in the bushes. I saw him licking your pussy.
They'll put you up on the stand under oath and ask you if the dog
licked you, then fucked you. And all they'll have to do is look
at your face if you try to lie. Then they'll lock y(>u up in a
funny farm and give me a medal for killing that girl-fucking dog.
I shouldn't have no trouble convincing people that big brute
attacked me. So what'll it be?" he snapped reaching forward to
pinion her arm in a vise-like grip, "a little piece of ass or a
dead mutt? Come on, come on," he snarled, not giving her a chance
to answer. "Make up your mind, or I'll go let that goddamned dog
out of the porch and fill him full of holes. You gonna let me
fuck ya or not?"
Patty stood trembling, unable to believe the terrible words
coming from his fleshy lips. Oh God, she thought to herself, he
had seen everything! And she knew he meant just what he said.
But how could she submit to this horrible man? Still, though, if
she didn't, he had said he would kill Champ, her beloved Champ!!
And she knew instinctively that he was capable of anything,
no matter how terrible.
Hank saw from the hopeless look on her tortured young face
that he had won, but he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to
hear it from those full trembling lips.
"Come on," he said. "Tell me, what'll it be. This is your
last chance." He put his hand menacingly around the butt of his
gun.
"I---I'll do it," she said in an almost inaudible voice.
"Not good enough," he sneered, "you'll do what? What do you
want me to do to you?"
"I---I'll ..." but she couldn't get the horrible words out.
"Oh ... God," she sobbed.
"Okay, baby, if that's the way you want it ..." He turned
towards the door, pulling the gun out of his waistband.
"No! No!" she screamed, her resistance completely broken.
"I'll do it ... I'll say it ... Please fuck me ... I want you
to fuck me!" She advanced a half step towards him; one hand held
up pleadingly, no longer conscious of her shameful nakedness.
"Well, that's better, baby," he said, a slow cynical smile
spreading over his face. "Old Hank'd be glad to help out if
you're so all-fired frustrated and horny. I'll tell you what you
do. You just lie down on that bed, and I'll be along to take care
of your needs in just a second."
The defeated young girl moved tremblingly and despairingly
towards her bed and lowered herself to it. Although she lay on
her back, rigid, and staring fixedly at the ceiling, she could not
help seeing out of the corner of her eye that Hank was stripping
the clothes from his body. They fell in a loose pile around his
feet.
And then she saw it.
His massive cock, looking twice the size it had appeared last
night when her mother's lips had been ovalled around it, jutted
stiffly out from underneath his powerful belly. It was monstrous
as it jerked up to throbbing life against his stomach. He saw her
looking at his manhood and chuckled, "You like it? Just be
patient, and you can have all you want ... anywhere you want!"
Hank was having the time of his life. By God, he wanted to
fuck the girl, sure, but he wanted to humiliate her too, toy with
her---make her pay for the way the little bitch had treated him
like scum.
He saw her ripe young body lying there naked and completely
helpless, more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He moved to
the bed and sat beside her, one hairy hand pinning her to the
mattress. He let his other hand roam freely over her perfectly
curved breasts, lightly pinching the berry-like nipples, and down
over the firm flatness of her belly. Then his fingers teasingly
ran down the supple flesh of her thighs, first on the outside of
the leg and then tauntingly, slowly, demandingly up the inside to
finally squeeze the ripe plumpness just below her loins. She
froze in horror, her entire body stiffening under his repelling
touch. Oh God, she thought, I can't let him do this to me!
But she knew that it was already too late!
She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, but
he continued to sadistically taunt her unwanting body. Once again
his hand moved over her proudly upthrust breasts kneading and
pinching mercilessly, and now Ws other hand cupped her soft golden
pussy hair up between her long trembling legs. His fingers worked
insistently through the sparse pubic curls, spreading the lips of
her fearfully cringing cunt until he found her tiny hidden
clitoris. He massaged it expertly until it stood up involuntarily
from the obscene teasing.
"Hey, you like it, you little bitch?" he said in his false
good humor. She refused to answer as a powerful, unwanted
sensation rippled through her naked young body.
Oh God, she thought to herself, she had expected pain and
suffering, but she hadn't expected or wanted it to feel good. She
clamped her legs tightly together fighting automatically against
the forefinger that continued to torment her clitoris. Now
another finger was searching for her tight vaginal slit and,
finding it, pushed and prodded at her resilient cuntal lips until
it eased slowly ... teasingly ... into her soft warm wetness. She
writhed in complete helplessness under the maddening touch, trying
to avoid the outstretched finger, but it just pushed harder until
it supped all the way into the moistly warm cavern up between her
legs.
Hank could feel her tight vaginal walls squeezing round his
finger, and he slowly stroked it in and out of her until he could
feel her fleshy layers begin to lubricate. He grinned in lewd
satisfaction down at her terrified face, wanting her pussy to be
wet and open and eager when he finally rammed his long thick cock
up into her belly.
The helpless teenager felt as though she were suffocating as
she pressed her naked young body tightly into the mattress. She
could feel his hotly thrusting finger forcing itself further up
between her legs, could feel the hard flesh of his callused hand
scraping against her tender inner thighs. There was a wild
ungovernable excitement beginning in her, just as it had the night
before with Danny, as Hank's finger fucked teasingly in and out of
her wet cuntal flesh, probing and flicking at her pussy like a
giant cat playing with its helpless victim.
Her mind fought against the torment of the merciless probe,
fought against surrender to it.
"Noooo, noooooo, please," she groaned beneath the
triumphantly grinning Hank as her hips rose up in a quivering
eagerness, betraying her resisting mind. Her smooth rounded
little ass-cheeks moved in small circles, hardly perceptible at
first, but moving. There was a new reality growing in her, a
reality that was the searing fire starting to burn deep in her
abdomen; flames were licking out from between her legs, flames
that could be extinguished by the frightening penis projecting out
from between her tormentor's legs.
Her trembling young thighs, which had been pressed tightly
together in defense, suddenly fell loosely open. He pulled his
finger with a wet sucking sound from her now dripping cunt and
laughed as she moaned in disappointment. "Hold on, baby," he
said. "You'll get all the cock you want and more."
He moved around on the bed, crouching on all fours over her
slowly undulating body, and pushed her firm unresisting thighs
wide apart. He crawled between them, his knees pressed between
her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the hair-
covered "vee" of her loins. His mouth watered as he looked down
at the succulent feast sensually rotating just below his lips.
Saliva dripped from his open mouth to mingle with her cuntal
lubricants in the narrow pink slit that started at the bottom of
her smooth white belly and continued down to her quivering ass-
cheeks pressed tightly into the mattress.
Through half-closed eyes, Patty could see the massive male
form crouching between her open legs. Her mind was a battle-wound
of conflicting emotions. What was happening to her? She knew she
loathed this man and should recoil from his every hated touch.
But her body seemed independent from her brain, almost as if it
had deserted her in a mindless quest for sensual gratification.
It was only her mind that held back, and she could feel that too
being pulled down into the abyss of passion beneath his clever
demanding hands. Why not, why not? something inside her
screamed. Why not enjoy it? He was going to fuck her anyhow.
Almost as if it were happening to someone else, she could
feel the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing against her
softly trembling inner thighs, forcing them further apart. Her
secret treasure was at last opened to him to do with as he willed,
and she watched in fascination as he head lowered slowly ...
slowly ... slowly ... then!
"Ohhhhhhh!" she jerked as his moistly heated lips closed over
the soft mound at the base of her belly. His sweating face
disappeared from her view into the soft fleece as he planted wetly
tickling kisses on the still tight aperture, his tongue flicking
lizard-like at her quivering vaginal opening. Oh God! It felt so
wonderful. No wonder her mother had been so rapturously excited
last night when he had done the same thing to her.
Helplessly, automatically, the naked teenager's hands moved
down over her sensually throbbing breasts and slid over her
rippling stomach until they came to rest on either side of his
lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing
hollows of her inner thighs, and then to her own wonder, slowly
spread her hair-lined pussy lips apart, allowing his hungrily
devouring mouth complete access to her moist secret being.
"Oh ... God! You mustn't ... don't ... stop," she pleaded,
knowing she would die of disappointment if he did stop the
incredibly thrilling oral rape.
Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head
tolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as his hotly
searing tongue shot out, its flicking tip circling her sensitive
little clitoris and bringing surge after surge of wild
unbelievable pleasure through her passion-twisting body. Hank's
lips sucked hard, drawing fleshy warm folds deep into the hot
cavern of his mouth, causing Patty to groan huskily from deep in
her throat as the mercilessly probing tip licked its wet
tormenting way up and down the length of her narrow wet slit. The
maddening attack started at the lower belly and pressured its way
down, down, over the elastically rimmed opening of her cunt and
into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, where it stopped
momentarily to, do stabbing homage to her tightly puckering anus.
Patty's hips ground uncontrollably up off the squeaking bed now as
soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her passion-
clenched teeth.
The triumphant Hank worked hungrily as her wet pubic hair
brushed tantalizingly against his cheeks. There was a feeling of
power in him now with this proud little bitch squirming under his
tongue, completely at his mercy, and ready to beg to be fucked but
meaning it this time.
It was all too obvious that she was loving what he was doing
to her. Her groans drove on his tongue faster and faster as it
worked its way up and down her steaming cuntal slit. He wanted
her begging him for cock when he was ready to ram it to her, and
she was almost there now. He'd never seen any woman get tits hot
before, not even this little bitch's mother, and that was saying
something. Yeah, little Miss Hot-pants needed it bad, and she was
going to get it---this was just the beginning.
He knew she was too far gone now to fight anything he did to
her, and his mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the
positions he could put her in and the things he could do to her
helpless desire-wracked body. He chuckled obscenely as he felt
her hands clawing at his hair, guiding his face to the wildly
palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue into her hotly
quivering flesh, flicking at the tight vaginal opening for a
moment, and then quickly withdrawing to tease once again at the
lust-swollen pussy lips.
He let her frantic hands force him this time, pressing his
mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming loins.
As his lips rounded to cover the viscously clasping opening he
thrust his tongue down as deeply as possible into it, bringing a
low guttural moan of delight from the helplessly impassioned girl
as her naked thighs convulsively closed around either side of his
head. He could feel her warm cuntal flesh slip moistly around his
extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and
closed in a sucking motion that attempted to pull his stabbing
organ deeper and deeper inside. It felt as though her nibbling
hair-lined pussy mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots---
eat it alive. The passionate young girl's heels pushed down
against his back pressing his heavy body into the fleshy trap up
between her legs until he could hardly breathe. His nose was
smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in
the sweet odor of the lubricating juices that were now flowing in
abundance. It incited his penis to a hardness that he could no
longer control.
"I'm gonna have to fuck ya, baby, or I'll come all over the
mattress," Hank managed to say, his voice muffled by the trembling
pussy flesh surrounding his mouth.
Patty barely heard the words, her shamelessly aroused young
body lost in the fire of the moment. Every one of her muscles was
tensed as she strained her hips upwards toward that maddening
movement that was bringing such ecstasy to her vagina. Hank was
some kind of a magician, a god almost. She had never expected it
would be like this, that this coarse man she so despised could
bring such joyous---even though unwanted---response from her
sensually awakened body.
Just the thought of it incited her further. Her up-drawn
legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking
gluttonously at her flame-seared opening, and the cords of her
neck stood out like, velvet-covered cables as she pulled with all
her strength against the tangled hair of his head.
"Oh! Ohhhhh! Agggghhhhhh!" she moaned loudly, splaying her
legs wider to give him greater access. In her concentration on
the exquisite pleasures flooding up from her tongue-impaled loins
she was only vaguely aware that a thunderous barking was
reverberating through the house. She thought for a moment of
Champ, and then he faded from her mind ... as new sensations dug
deep into the pit of her belly.
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