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Subject: "The Jealous Protector" (f/m, dog, beast) Chapter 8
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The Jealous Protector
Chapter 8
It had been a long demanding day for Paula Edwards but the
glow of the morning's good resolutions were still with her. She
had completed the long tedious business with the insurance
adjusters in the city and was just now walking wearily up the
driveway to her house. Despite her fatigue, the lovely blonde
mother realized that she had not been so aware of the beauty
around her for quite some time. It seemed that once she had
decided to begin living again the whole world had opened up to
her.
She cast an appraising look around the yard. What a mess,
she said to herself. It was about time she did something to clean
it up. She would be receiving a little money now from the
insurance, so she could hire some of the young boys in town to
help her. Maybe that nice Peters boy that Patty was seeing so
much of lately.
She walked up to the old tool shed. There was an enormously
thick tangle of high grass and bushes growing behind it. This
should probably be the first place to start, she surmised. The
beautiful young mother was gazing around, noticing the weeds and
shaking her head at the mess, when she heard panting sounds from
behind the shed and saw a flash of naked flesh through the weeds.
She instantly knew what was happening. She had been around too
long to mistake those tell-tale sounds for anything else: Someone
was making love behind the tool-shed!
She stood frozen in indecision for a full minute. What
should she do? It was her property and she felt she should know
what went on there. Maybe she could cough loudly or make some
kind of noise, giving a chance to whoever was there to get their
clothes back on before she barged in.
But a lewd spark of prurient interest began to tickle her
mind. Maybe ... maybe it wouldn't hurt to just take a little
peek. She knew it was wrong, but ... nervously licking her lips
she opened the tool shed door and stepped inside. She knew there
were several knotholes in the back wall that would give a good
view of the area behind.
The sounds were louder now, and she knew that the love-making
couple must be only a few feet away. A little warning signal
tried to keep her back from the planked wall; after all it could
be ... but she couldn't stop herself now that she had gone this
far. She cautiously put her eye to one of the knotholes and
peered out, her gaze fastening immediately on two naked bodies
locked together on the grass. My God, it was her own daughter!
Paula's head swam from the shock and, for a moment, the scene
before her unbelieving eyes flickered dizzily. Then she began to
make out details. Patty was with the Peters boy, her nubile young
body crouched over his. She was ... oh God! No! She was
tonguing his cock! The boy's stiff young penis was throbbing
against her teenaged daughter's expectant lips in an obscene
picture of depraved lust!
Paula knew she should run out there ... stop this terrible
thing, but she found that her limbs would not move. Her own
daughter was being used ... used like a dirty whore right in front
of her eyes, and the paralyzed mother seemed unable to do anything
about it. Her hands tightened into trembling fists. God, what
was the matter with her? She felt as if she were rooted in
cement!
Somewhere deep down inside herself, Paula knew what it was
that held her back; her own guilt! Who was she to call her
daughter wrong? After all, I've been doing far worse things
myself over the last year, and practically in front of her. What
kind of example did I set for my child?
But beyond these self-incriminating thoughts there was the
lurking fear that had haunted her ever since Patty's birth; would
her daughter inherit the same unbridled sensuality that had cursed
her, Paula, all her life? The voluptuous young mother could
remember her own youth, and how her own budding young body had
seemed to be taken over by an irresistible force that led her into
ever increasing sexual hungers. Paula knew that at times, she was
insatiable; ever since she was a teenager, her life had been a
boiling cauldron of need, need, need, need. Carl, her husband had
been the only man who had ever been able to satisfy her, and now
he was dead. The chances of meeting another man with the amazing
endurance and sexual drive of Carl were very slim.
And then there had been her own mother before her. As Paula
had grown older she had come into contact with family rumors about
her beautiful mother; some kind of scandal. After Paula's father
died, her mother had a bewildering succession of lovers, but none
had seemed to last. They wore out, it seemed, one after another.
And now was Paula's own daughter starting on this shameful
road of unending physical hunger? Was this some genetic curse
that descended in her family from mother to daughter?
My God, what was going on out there now?
Paula could see that the beautiful young teenager had raised
her head from Danny's throbbing penis, a thin string of
lubricating fluid trailing from her full young lips. She seemed
to be beckoning to someone behind her, Paula couldn't see just who
through the narrow knothole. Then Champ came into view, moving
towards Patty, walking strangely. It was a moment before Paula
could see what was the matter with him and then she saw it ...
yes, his penis was swinging beneath him like some kind of brightly
tinted staff. Paula's mind reeled again. What she thought was
happening just couldn't be happening. Then her daughter spoke and
confirmed her worst fears.
"Here, Champ, here," she heard the now panting girl say, "get
up here and fuck your Patty."
With her eyes wide in shock and her breath choking in her
throat, the horrified mother watched the huge German shepherd
quickly mount the trembling young girl as if he'd done it a
hundred times before. Paula moaned softly to herself as she saw
the glistening dog-cock ram mercilessly into her no-longer
innocent daughter's pink young cunt, Patty's nakedly kneeling body
jolting forward from the force of the inhuman impact. Paula
groaned to herself again as she saw the handsome young Danny reach
up with a gurgling groan and wrap his hands in her daughter's
golden tresses, forcing her gasping mouth over his hard young
cock. Paula had never seen anything like this in her whole life,
and the fact that this was her own daughter she was watching
wallow in every kind of lewd perversion drove the scene into her
mind like a bullet.
The stunned woman's beautiful long legs weakened under her
and she sank down helplessly onto the soft straw that covered the
floor of the tool-shed. She was shaking all over, and her breath
was coming in short gasps as the scene she had been watching began
to affect her in the way that she knew so well. It seemed that a
million butterflies had been let loose in the depths of her belly.
She could feel the muscles in her thighs automatically contracting
and a hot wetness starting high up between her legs.
She put her trembling hands over her ears in a futile attempt
to shut out the depraved sounds pouting through the thin wooden
walls. That was her daughter out there, that was her daughter!
She mustn't give in!
But it was hopeless. Gasps of pain and pleasure filtered
through her fingers and beat against her tortured ears. The
sounds of flesh sliding wetly over flesh merged in her mind with
the obscene pictures of struggling tangled limbs, smoothly naked
flesh and thick dark fur. A tiny smoldering spark ignited up
between Paula's thighs; she clamped them desperately together to
try to make the lewd feeling go away, but the pressure only
increased her agony,
As if in a dream her own hands began to involuntarily massage
the straining whiteness of her full sensuous breasts through the
material of her blouse, trapping the trembling nipples between
fingers that kneaded and pulled until it felt as though the
hardening pink buds would be pulled loose from the quivering
mounds. She moaned and turned over on her stomach, pressing her
erectly throbbing clitoris down against the floor attempting to
relieve the fire that was suddenly raging out of control there.
Once again she was becoming a helpless victim of her body's
insatiable need.
Her hands burrowed against her will down between her body and
the floor and groped at her hungrily throbbing vaginal mound. Her
legs scissored open, the toes of her shoes scraping through the
straw. She could now feel her own moistly palpitating pussy
against the tips of her fingers which were drawing the narrow
furrow open, exposing her pulsating cunt to the warm summer air.
With a groan she sank her outstretched middle finger deeply into
the hot, thinly bearded mouth of her femininity.
She held her breath, relieved for a moment, but only for a
moment. The fire was beginning to burn more intensely now,
demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another
finger, drawing her knees up to a kneeling position, with her
buttocks high in the air. The sounds from outside were becoming
more violent, and she crammed her fingers into her vaginal
moistness in time to, the maddening rhythm of the dog's hairy body
fucking against her panting young daughter's smooth young
buttocks.
The pictures in the tortured woman's mind of the three bodies
locked so lewdly together just a few feet away drove her on as she
rocked back on her knees against her fingers, screwing them deeper
into her cock-starved cunt. She could visualize that brightly
glistening thick animal cock ramming its way into her daughter's
tightly clasping little vagina, sinking through the soft blonde
pussy hair like a greased iron pipe. She imagined the handsome
young boy writhing ecstatically on the grass before the lewd
bucking body of her daughter, his beautiful young cock plunging in
and out of her sucking mouth.
Oh God, how she wanted those two cocks that were now defiling
her daughter's shamelessly aroused body. Paula's hands became
those cocks---and her own gasps began to match that of the racing
bodies on the other side of the wall. She wanted what Patty was
getting. She wanted to be fucked, to be split. Oh, how she would
love to have that handsome young teenage boy crouched over her,
ramming his thick young cock up into her hotly sealing passage.
The thought of those swollen penises so close made her
realize that her fingers were not enough, she had to have more!
But her fingers were all she had, so in desperation the kneeling
young mother reached up over her quivering buttocks with her other
hand and searched through the wet crevice before finally ramming
her extended middle finger deep up into the tightly puckered anus
nestled between her moon-shaped buttocks.
She gasped as in her haste a fingernail dug into the soft
fleshy walls and sent a sharp stab of pain through her passion-
wracked body. She held still for a moment and then took up the
rhythm again, her body balanced by her head digging into the soft
straw beneath. Her rounded breasts hung down and brushed
sensuously against the straw-covered floor, the nipples swelling
to an even greater hardness within her sweat-soaked blouse.
Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as
she pictured herself a part of the incredible trio locked together
so near. If only she could join them ... if only they'd fuck her
too!
Her face colored crimson as she felt her orgasm coming,
coming with a great roar. Frantic with lust, she rammed her
fingers deeper into her hotly clasping cunt and anus. She hung
for a moment teetering on the edge of release, her lushly ripened
body vibrating ... and then her white hot passion gushed from
around her plunging fingers, covering her hand and dripping down
like pearls onto the straw below. Just then a low male groan and
a piercing female scream penetrated the thin wooden wall,
signaling that her daughter's orgasm had a savage fury to match
her own.
Then it was silent. Paula stayed on her hands and knees for
a while, her buttocks still swaying in the air. She couldn't
bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still convulsing
vaginal opening or her puckering little anus until the last dying
throbs had gone from her body. She heard low murmurs from behind
the tool-shed, then the whisper of clothing. There was a half-
bark, half-whine from Champ, and then she could hear footsteps
fading away in the distance. Paula's fingers slithered wetly from
her satiated cunt, and she rolled limply over on her side, the
ever-present guilt beginning to chew at her mind once again.
Fragmented thoughts drifted slowly through her brain. She
had always known that someday she would have to come to terms with
the unbridled passions that constantly ravished her insatiable
body. She would either have to give in to it, or repress it
completely. Either one or the other or she would probably go mad.
And now ... and now ... her daughter, her beloved Patty, was
caught in the same bottomless trap. What was she to do, what were
they to do? The distraught mother lay on the straw for nearly an
hour, her expressionless face turned towards the ceiling, but no
answers came to her.
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