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Subject: "The Jealous Protector" (f/m, dog, beast) Chapter 9
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The Jealous Protector
Chapter 9
It was the evening of the same day, about nine o'clock and
Patty and her mother were sitting in the living room. Paula was
pretending to read a book while she covertly watched Patty playing
lovingly with Champ. Little prickles of sensation rippled over
Paula's flesh as she remembered the way Champ had sunk his huge
cock to the hilt in her daughter's eager vagina. She wondered if
they were going to have to get rid of the dog. You just couldn't
have a dog around that made love to human women. Or could you?
Paula had trouble keeping her eyes off the furry sheath
hanging down from Champ's lean belly that housed his immense
weapon. She wondered how it would feel ...
Damn! She couldn't let herself think this way. She had her
daughter to think of. Something had to be done and done fast
before Patty got into trouble. She was only fifteen years old and
could hardly be expected to know what she was doing. Paula
thought of herself at fifteen. Yes, she had already begun
sleeping with boys then. She could hardly remember when she
hadn't slept with boys. But she also remembered the heartaches
and eventually the ridicule when the word had begun to go around
that she was an easy conquest. She wanted to spare Patty that.
It wasn't so bad with the Peters boy, but Paula wondered if
Patty had been sleeping with others. That performance she had
witnessed this afternoon made the young girl look like a pro.
Mmmmmm, the Peters boy, Paula mused, remembering his nakedly
strong young body and the size of his penis---amazing for such a
young boy. God, it would feel good in her, Paula thought to
herself, and as young as he was he could cum time after time ...
damn, damn, damn, how could she blame her daughter when she
herself was thinking this way. Something had to be done and done
now!
"Patty," she said more sharply than she intended.
"Yes, Mom?" Patty answered looking up with a trace of a
blush. She, too, had been thinking about this afternoon,
remembering every delicious sensation, every passionate moment.
She sensed that she had reached some kind of point of no return in
her life. Things would never be the same, and in a way she had
her beloved Champ to thank. He was the first who had shown her
what sensual pleasure could really be like. And, of course,
Danny. Her heart warmed with passionate young love as she thought
of him and his strong male body. She supposed in a way she even
owed something to that sadistic brute, Hank Jones. But she
shuddered as she thought of his coarseness and hoped she never saw
the man again. That was when her mother called her name, and the
young girl wondered if she had been reading her mind. There was
such a strange edge to her voice.
"Patty, I ..." Paula didn't know how to continue. The blonde
teenager immediately became a little apprehensive, wondering if
her mother could possibly know what she had been doing. Maybe
Hank had told her. Paula tried again.
"Patty, I know I may not have been the best mother for the
last few months, but I'm worried about you. I think maybe you
haven't ... been as careful lately as you might have."
The young girl's heart sank. Oh God! Mother did know. "I-I
... what do you mean?"
Paula hated what she was doing but didn't know any other way.
"I think you know what I mean," she said, not daring to name it
herself yet. "This afternoon ..."
Paula broke off in surprise as Champ suddenly got to his
feet, his hackles rising, his ears laid back and a low ominous
growl coming from deep in his throat.
The big dog had been nervous for the last few minutes, as if
some sixth sense were warning him of trouble. His sharp nose
began to detect a well-remembered odor. And then there was a
movement at the window.
It was Hank!
Champ went crazy. He lunged to the window, but it was
already empty. Then he ran to the front door, snarling, and
crashing his heavy body against the wood as if he were going to
batter it down. Paula called out in alarm.
"Patty, what's wrong with Champ?" She got up from her chair
and went over to the door and tried to pull the enraged dog away
from it, but it was useless. Champ began to bark now, his loud
cry reverberating throughout the house.
"There must be something out there," Paula said. "Maybe we'd
better go out and see."
"No, no," Patty cried, leaping to her feet. "Please don't
open the door, Mother." She knew that only Hank could make Champ
behave this way, and she was afraid he would carry out his threat
to shoot the animal if he got the chance.
"Don't be silly," Paula said, not understanding. "Champ will
protect us if someone's out there." Without waiting for an answer
she opened the door and started to go outside, but Champ shot past
her, almost knocking her down, savage hate filling his animal
heart.
* * *
Nearly a half-hour before, Hank Jones had slowly approached
the Edwards' place. He stood at the foot of the drive, screened
from view by the shade of some trees as he stared at the cheerful
lights in the windows of the house, hate and lust battling for
dominance in his twisted heart.
The lighted windows told him at least one of the women who
were to be his victims tonight were home. He wondered which it
was; the sensuously mature mother or the hot little teen-age
daughter. Or both! That would be the jackpot, Hank thought to
himself. He wondered if he would be so lucky.
But first he had to do something about that damn dog. He
moved cautiously up the driveway, stopping at the door of the
tool-shed. Yes, this might do, he thought. The old half-rotten
door was made of horizontal planks nailed over a frame of two-by-
fours. He pried experimentally at the bottom boards. They were
loose! He tugged a little harder and the boards came off with a
slight squeak of rusty nails. Now there was a low opening at the
bottom of the narrow door about eighteen inches high, just what he
needed for his plan.
Hank went back out into the soft warm night air. It was time
for the dangerous part. He walked up to the house, still moving
silently because he didn't want to be noticed until he was ready.
He knew the dog would sense his presence soon enough. He was at
the wall of the house now and slid carefully along it until he was
standing next to the living room window. He peered in cautiously.
They were both there, both the women!
Hank gloated silently to himself. This was going to be a
night he would long remember, he thought to himself. And those
two proud bitches in there would remember it too, he would make
sure of that. He had a few scores to settle. He had received a
phone call from Paula earlier in the day saying she didn't want to
see him anymore. She had hung up on him when he started calling
her names. Well, she wouldn't hang up on him this time.
There! The dog had seen him! He watched Champ get to his
feet, his fangs bared and his fur bristling. This had better work
or he was going to be in real trouble.
He began to run for the tool shed, knowing that Paula would
probably open the door to investigate, and Champ would be after
him in a flash. Sure enough, he heard the front door open behind
him. Paula called hesitantly, "Who's there," and the dog raced
around her like a bullet, fierce barks and growls coming from his
throat. Damn, he had really played this one close, maybe too
close!
He could sense the dog gaining on him in the dark and,
putting on a final burst of speed, he dodged into the tool shed,
slamming the shortened door behind him. He could hear the heavy
body of the dog slam against the door and knew it would be only an
instant before the German shepherd found the opening at the
bottom. Hank reached down and picked up the heavy club he had
left leaning against the tool shed wall just as he heard the
enraged animal beginning to struggle through the narrow opening.
He switched on a small flashlight he was holing in his left hand
and saw that Champ had his head and shoulders through the door
already. Hank swung down hard with the club, once, twice, his
lips twisting in glee as the trapped animal gave a high-pitched
yelp of pain from the hard wood smashed brutally against his
skull.
Hank had the club poised high to strike again but saw that
his victim was not moving. He would have liked to batter the
fucking dog until his arm was too tired for another blow, but he
knew he had to move fast before the women became alarmed enough to
call the Police. He jerked open the door, hearing the rough
planking scrape mercilessly over the dog's back and ran back
outside, heading for the house.
"Champ, Champ, what's the matter?" Paula called nervously out
into the dark. Patty stood framed against the light behind her in
the doorway, her hand at her throat. Then she made a move as if
to go outside to see what had happened to her beloved Champ.
Paula grabbed her arm.
"No," she said. "Get inside fast and let's call the police."
But they were too late. A huge form came bounding out of the
dark just as the two women went inside. Paula tried desperately
to close the door, but Hank's bulk was too much for her, and she
went reeling across the room as the door crashed back against the
wall. Patty had the phone in her hand and was desperately dialing
until Hank snatched the instrument from her hand and ripped it
from the wall with one powerful movement.
They stood there for a moment in a silent tableau, all three
breathing hard. Then a slow leering grin spread over Hank's ugly
face.
"Thanks for inviting me in," he said sarcastically. "I was
wondering what I was goin' to do with myself tonight."
"What's happened to Champ?" Patty asked, dreading the answer.
Hank was about to say that her lousy mutt wouldn't be
bothering anybody anymore, but then he changed his mind. The
threat had worked before, so ...
"You want to see that son-of-a-bitch again, you cooperate
just like you did before," he snarled. Oh God, Patty thought, was
it going to happen again?
"Wh-What do you mean?" she heard her mother say in confusion.
"Well it's this way, Paula baby," Hank said with a sneer.
"While you were off running around the big city this morning,
little Patty and me, we had a good time here at the old homestead.
And I'll tell ya, you ain't got nothin' she ain't got."
Patty saw with a sinking feeling the sick look on her
mother's face.
"He made me," she cried. "He said he would kill Champ if I
didn't." She almost wished she had kept silent as she saw a
terrible expression of rage and hatred come over her mother's
face.
"You dirty beast," Paula swore as she came at Hank, clawing
at his face. Hank easily sidestepped and his heavy palm crashed
against Paula's face, knocking her across the room where she fell
against the couch.
"Now let's get this straight. There ain't goin' to be no
playin' around tonight. I feel you two broads owe me something
for the shitty way you treat me, and I'm willin' to take it out in
trade. And don't think," he snarled as Paula's mouth started to
open again, "that you can threaten me with the law. I got in some
big trouble today, and I'm on my way out of town. It'll go a lot
easier on you if you don't give me no lip. I got nothin' to lose,
and I don't think either one of you would like to see the other
busted up."
His words were met by a numb silence of hopeless fear. Both
mother and daughter knew they were the trapped victims of this
horrible man, his to do with as he wanted. Hank sensed his
victory gloatingly.
"Wh-What are you going to do?" Patty asked in a fear-filled
voice breaking the strained silence.
"I'm gonna fuck ya, fuck ya both," Hank said triumphantly.
"Oh no," Paula broke in. "Let Patty go! I'll do anything
you want."
"Will you suck my cock? Will you let me fuck ya in the ass?"
Hank sneered.
"Oh, yes, anything, anything, only let my daughter go," the
desperate mother pleaded.
"No dice," Hank said with a cruel laugh, enjoying his
sadistic torturing of the two women. "Okay, enough chitchat.
Both of you take off your clothes while I watch." Both Paula and
Patty hesitated, very aware of each other's presence, hesitant to
be shamed in front of one another. Hank stepped quickly forward
and cruelly twisted Patty's arm behind her until she cried out
with the pain. Paula started forward to help her, but the
menacing look in Hank's blood-shot eyes made her stop.
"Well, what'll it be, a broken arm or your clothes?" He let
go of Patty's arm and sank back into an easy chair with a chortle
of delight as both the women immediately started to remove their
clothes. His eyes fastened on Patty as she slowly reached up
behind her to unfasten the zipper of her dress. Her fingers moved
numbly as she slipped the dress down over her shoulders and
stepped out of it, tossing it on the couch behind her. She was
standing before him now clad in only her brassiere and little
white bikini panties. Her mother behind her was already fumbling
with the clasp of her own brassiere. Hank's heavy shaft began to
jerk inside his pants as more and more succulent flesh became
exposed in front of him. God, they were stripping for him, and in
a few moments he would be using those beautifully naked bodies for
any pleasures he wanted. The fact that he would be violating both
mother and daughter in front of each other added a strange air of
lewd excitement to the brutal act.
"Come on now, snap it up," he taunted. "I want to see those
cunts. Let's get those tits out, and those asses!" Both of the
women blushed under the humiliating barrage of his words.
Hank saw mother and daughter removing their brassiere at the
same moment. He couldn't believe the voluptuous sight that
unfolded before his eyes. Both sets of breasts came unleashed at
once in an upthrust magnificence that momentarily left him
spellbound. He'd never noticed it before, but it was amazing how
the bodies of his two victims resembled each other despite the
difference in their ages. Paula's body was a little more lush, a
little more mature, but Patty's made up for it with her firm young
suppleness. They both had large breasts but firm, soft globes of
lush satiny flesh peaked at the tips with berry-like nipples.
Damn, they were perfect!
Finally the last of their garments lay at their feet, and
they waited, trembling, beautiful, narrow-waisted, and wide-
hipped, with delicately tapering thighs framing the soft pussy
hair sparsely covering their vibrant loins. Hank stared at the
beautiful pair until he could stand it no longer.
"Come over here, you," he ordered, pointing to the teenaged
Patty. His voice was hoarse and he could hardly get the words
out. "You come over on the side and watch," he said to Paula.
Patty began to cautiously approach him while Paula seemed rooted
to the spot.
"Too slow, you sluts!" Hank roared surging to his feet.
"When I say move I mean move now!" He unbuckled his heavy belt
and stripped it from his waist, holding it in his hand like a long
whip.
"I think we need a little obedience training," he sneered.
"Down on your knees and crawl both of you!" The belt snaked out
and wrapped around the soft flesh of Patty's naked hip. She let
out a little yelp and got down on all fours as quickly as she
could. Paula followed suit despite the rising tide of rage inside
her, not wanting her daughter to get hurt. They both began to
move in that humiliating position across the carpet, afraid of the
tong belt held in Hank's powerful hand.
"Faster, faster, you bitches. I want to see those tits
shake. You're gonna have to learn a little respect," he snarled
and suddenly flicked the belt to catch Paula with just the tip on
her left buttock. She groaned piteously from the stinging pain
and jumped to follow his commands more quickly as she began to sob
under the utter degradation they were being subjected to. Even
worse, was the humiliation of knowing she was unable to help her
own daughter against this human animal who was torturing them
both. They were moving like automatons now, following the harsh
commands as quickly as they could to escape the stinging lash.
Their nakedly rounded buttocks began to glow with the welts, and
with each further move the pain grew.
"Okay, now you're acting smart," Hank said with an evil grin
after he'd driven the women around the room several times on their
knees. Once again he walked over and sat down in the chair.
"Okay, c'mon baby," he said, indicating Patty. "You're gonna
give big daddy some of those sweet little lips." The confused
young girt hesitated for just a second and the cruel belt whistled
through the air again, landing on her back with a harsh whacking
sound. She cried out and leaped toward him on her hands and
knees. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she
could crawl between them, then slid down in the chair until just
his heavy buttocks were resting on the edge. As the terrified
young teenager crawled between his knees, he tangled one hand in
her long blonde hair and pulled her head down, at the same time
grinding his groin up against her face so she could feel the
hardness of his already erect penis through the material of his
pants. Patty closed her eyes in bitter submission, knowing that
it was useless to struggle.
"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed from between tightly
clenched teeth, twisting her hair until Patty thought he would
tear it out by the roots. She reached forward hurriedly to do his
bidding, anxious to escape further pain. Knowing he was just
waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her, she moved
desperately to please him, fumbling with the zipper on his pants
to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.
"Hurry it up, you little slut, hurry it up," Hank shouted
cruelly from above her when she had difficulty in unzipping his
fly. "I'm gonna cum in my pants before you even get there."
The frightened teenager fumbled for another moment and
finally the huge fleshy instrument burst free. Hank grabbed her
hand and wrapped it around her thick pulsating hardness, skinning
it back so that the giant, red-fleshed head popped out from the
thick foreskin a scant few inches from her staring eyes. Then his
hands were at her lips prying her mouth open and the hot spongy
flesh of his cock tip rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could
see down the full awesome length of the rigid member. It was
huge!
The nakedly crouched girl hesitated a moment, sickened by the
thought of her body being used again as a receptacle of lust by
this cruel man and of the lewd shaft he was going to ram down her
unwilling throat. It had been different with Danny. There been
an atmosphere of love and tenderness between them, and she had
been eager to have him cum in her waiting mouth ... but not this
vile beast!
Suddenly, the trembling young girl knew she couldn't force
herself to take this vile thing between her lips. Again the belt
lashed through the air and stung across her buttocks, causing her
to open her mouth in pained protest. As her lips parted in sudden
shock, the thick pole of pulsating flesh rammed forward into the
sanctity of her mouth. She could feel the giant head sliding
wetly up the full length of her tongue, the droplets of excited
pre-ejaculate seeping from the tiny glans slot at the tip filling
her cheeks with the pungent taste of his sperm. Her tormentor's
hips began a slow undulation on the chair, his thick cock sliding
in and out of her ovalled mouth with a wet sucking sound as he
guided her head with his meaty fingers entangled in her hair.
Hank motioned and Paula moved closer. The unwilling young
blonde mother watched with horror the puffing of her daughter's
cheeks as Hank thrust his brutally thick cock in and out between
Patty's clasping lips. She shuddered with each new grunt the big
man made as he rammed into the kneeling teenager's helplessly
trapped face.
Dropping the belt on the floor, he reached up to jerk Paula
to her knees beside the chair and began to run his rough hands
over her smooth naked flesh, letting them rove over the full ivory
breasts, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into
hardness. He ran his palm down the sides of her body, over the
hour-glass curves of her waist and hips, his fingers hungrily
kneading the mother's flesh as he watched his thick white penis
sawing into the daughter's wide-stretched lips. Hank was out of
his mind with excitement as he abused the two captive women
kneeling submissively in fright before him.
As Patty's wetly ovalled lips slid up and down on the thick
cock, she could see small tufts of his dark pubic hair curling out
around the base where his penis reared out of the open fly. Out
of the comer of her eye she could see Hank's right hand submitting
her mother's body to terrible indignities. Nothing mattered now
except to get this horrible ordeal ever with and to do that she
had to please this cruel man. So she began sucking in earnest,
running her tongue wetly around and around the hot lubricated head
and teasing the tiny open slit of the long heated organ. She
could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and was
about to erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of
gagging sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a
never-ending stream of cum. If he wanted her to suck, she would
suck! If he wanted her to fuck, she would fuck! The very
helplessness of her position began to cause weird masochistic
sensations to invade her tortured mind. Her head bobbed up and
down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking to end it,
sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until it collapsed
in depleted exhaustion.
Hank groaned and twisted above the nakedly kneeling young
girl, raining obscenities down on the top of her bobbing head and
watching with delight her tightly ovalled lips straining at his
penis. At the same time he was playing his right hand over
Paula's voluptuousness like a sex-crazed fiend, twisting and
squeezing brutally at the milky softness of her flesh until small
red welts appeared where he had touched. Then his hand descended
to the crevice of her buttocks and delved deeply between the twin
moons, sending goose-bumps running to the tips of her breasts.
His fingers curled down deeper and began to rummage in her wetly
heated vaginal slit up between her thighs. He could feel them
dilating involuntarily to his touch.
Hank moistened the tip of his middle finger in her moist
cuntal furrow and slowly stroked it up the crevice toward her
tight little anus while he mumbled in incoherent excitement at
having complete mastery over these two voluptuous bodies.
The tip of his outstretched slippery finger started to circle
teasingly around the tight anal ring guarding the entrance to her
rectum and, with a sudden thrust, sank deep inside. Paula jerked
forward from the unexpected digging pain of the thick callused
finger probing fat into the cringing depths of her nether passage.
A low groan of protest came from her lips as he dug deeper and
deeper into the tightness of her rectum until she thought she
would faint from the cruel probe. In all her years of sexual
experience she had never had anything thrust up her anus, but
despite the initial pain she began to sense the beginnings of an
odd masochistic pleasure deep up inside her invaded belly. She
was even able to see a certain lewd fascination in the sight of
her innocent daughter's sucking lips clasped tightly around their
ravisher's huge penis.
Great swirls of heat were beginning to build in Hank's
tightly swollen testicles, and he knew he would cum any second.
It was a tremendous temptation for him to shoot his hot load right
down this little blonde bitch's throat while her mother watched,
writhing on the end of his finger shoved up her ass. But he
didn't want to waste it, not yet. He had some more fun and games
for these two snotty broads. He jerked his finger from Paula's
rectum with a loud pop and pushed Patty's slaving mouth away from
his wildly excited cock.
"You'll have to wait for your dinner, chick," he sneered down
at her. "You suck cock like an old lady eating ice cream." He
thought he saw a slight look of disappointment on her lovely young
face. It was all he could do to keep from ramming his cock back
into the saliva-warm depths of her young mouth and ending it right
then and there. But no, there was still plenty of time.
"All right, lay down on the floor, both of you," Hank said,
his voice thick from the excitement of what he knew he was going
to do to them next. He'd always wanted to see two women make love
and now was his chance.
"Not that way," he snarled as the two women slumped wearily
to the floor, "head to toe." He reached down and maneuvered Patty
until she and her mother were facing each other, the loins of each
opposite the face of the other. They did not yet comprehend what
he was going to force them to do.
"Okay, baby," he said to Paula, "I know you suck cock like a
champ so let's see how you eat pussy." He pushed the beautiful
young mother's shocked face towards the "vee" up between Patty's
legs, "Come on, look at that tasty little pussy. You should thank
me for the opportunity." He held his fist in front of her
sickened eyes, the heavy leather belt dangling from it.
"You don't do what I say," he snarled, "you both get the
buckle end of this until it cuts through your flesh down to the
bone."
Paula knew she had to do it, but how could she commit this
revolting act with her own daughter? She finally got up the
courage to took quickly up at Patty's eyes and to her amazement
saw a kind of hidden lust there. She thought she detected a
little sob of expectation from the golden-haired girl as her
nakedly curved body shuddered.
A tremor of perverted sensuality abruptly rippled through
Paula's belly at the lewd proximity of their faces to each other's
vaginal flesh. She had never before really noticed how lovely her
daughter was. She stared in enraptured awe at Patty's beautifully
flared hips, at her proudly upthrust breasts with their tiny
hardened pink nipples, the slenderness of her dipping waist, but
mostly at the nearly concealed pouting lips of her pink-slatted
cunt behind its soft screen of golden curls. God, and those
flawless legs ... those breathtaking thighs ...! She had to
touch, to feel.
"Patty ... baby ..." she said softly as one hand reached
slowly out towards her daughter. Patty could not manage an answer
at the moment. She was completely befuddled by the wild mixture
of sensations racing through her awakening belly and loins as she
looked at her beautiful mother lying in such enticing nakedness
next to her. She could not untangle the maze of emotions pounding
madly at the inside of her skull, and it did not help when the
older woman's hand began gently stroking over her sensuous breast.
For a long moment the trembling teenager was unable to move, her
body tingling electrically as the stroking hand brushed
maddeningly over the hardened nipple. She could not keep her body
from twisting a little.
"Mom ... Patty breathed. A mood of deep tenderness spread
over Paula as she saw her daughter's eyes grow soft with a dreamy
far away look. Gently, the mother brushed her hand down over the
young girl's softly quivering belly toward the delight of her pink
little cunt-mouth. She wasn't surprised when Patty moaned softly
and involuntarily opened her legs to her. Paula moved closer to
see and feel the warmly perfumed wetness which had begun to seep
from between the quivering girl's pussy and saturate her sleek
inner thighs.
"Momma ...?" Patty said again with a little cry at the
delicious feel of her mother's fingers suddenly contacting, then
straying into the intimate depths of her wetly waiting cunt. God,
her own mother was ... actually stroking and finger-fucking her!
The last shadow of shame dropped from her. It felt so heavenly as
a knowing finger tip brushed lightly over the bud of her tiny
pulsating clitoris. Love and passion for the mother she had felt
separated from for so long melted into her very being. It felt so
right!
Paula looked down at the slowly twisting body of her lovely
daughter, her eyes avidly feasting on the succulent flesh up
between the blonde young girl's eagerly spread thighs. They had
both forgotten Hank's presence, aware only of one another. Paula
moistened her lips to speak, the lewd words exciting her as she
knew they must be exciting Patty.
"Patty ... do ... do you want me to ... lick your pussy?"
"Oh God yes, mama, pleeaaasssse ... make me cum!"
Hank stood several feet away, unable to contain his
excitement as he watched the two women nakedly writhing on the
floor. They lay on their sides, close to each other, legs spread
open in obscene invitation. The big man could see her beautifully
rounded hips and her hair-fringed vaginal slit wet with moisture
as Paula's finger played teasingly up inside it. Then he saw
Paula's face lower to the pleading young blonde's wetly shining
crevice. His eyes widened and he watched in mounting fascination
...
Wild images were flickering through Paula's sex-maddened mind
as her head dipped towards her daughter's softly flushed cuntal
lips. She had never done tills before, but now she wanted to
taste and love. She let her eyes feast on the narrow ribbon of
pinkly moistened flesh, resting her cheek on the hot surface of
Patty's satiny smooth inner thigh. She was close enough for her
lips and nose to be tickled by the silken pussy hairs that curled
up softly. She could even see the tiny puckered anus spasming
from the girl's passionate excitement. God, she could not hold
herself back one moment longer!
Patty was utterly lost now as she felt her mother's head
moving slowly between her thighs. Her belly seethed and her cunt
flamed with lustful desire. Oh, her beautiful mother, her
wonderful beautiful mother was going to lick the raging need from
her pussy. They would be together forever now, bound together as
never before. She knew it was lesbianism, contrary to everything
she had ever been taught, but she knew she wanted it, wanted it
now! The impassioned young blonde gaped at her mother's lovely
face moving closer to her expectantly waiting pussy up between her
legs ...
Then ... yes, yes! She was nearly overcome by the incredibly
erotic emotions and physical tremors that rippled over her vibrant
young body! She felt the first wet touch along the insides of her
supple inner thighs, sensed the warm puffs of breath. And then
the magic contact of her mother's tongue licking the hotly
quivering cleft of her vagina, promising untold delight, yet to
come. Paula licked in long brushing strokes from the bottom of
the sensitive cuntal crevice to the top, not entering but
impelling the quivering girl to thrust her loins forward with each
tantalizing movement of the tongue across her sensitive cuntal
lips.
Patty felt her clitoris quivering into a throbbing erectness
and knew it was peeking out from her widespread pussy lips,
maddened with the first gentle stab of ecstatic bliss as her
mother's delicate pink tongue grazed it. The enravished girl
expelled her breath with a hiss and tossed her head from side to
side in rising passion as Paula eased her tongue inside the
moistened crevice to draw it upwards from the vagina towards the
spasming bud of her daughter's clitoris. Patty's lips began to
mumble incoherent little mewls of pleasure. Her breath caught in
her throat, exhaling explosively at each new delicious contact,
delight flooding through her aroused young body with each passing
moment.
Paula's own loins were beginning to bum with a lustful flame
as she buried her face deeper into the warm cuntal flesh up
between her daughter's trembling thighs. She separated the fleshy
outer folds of Patty's hair-lined little pussy with her lips and
her mouth became an omnivorous ravisher, open and hot, all tongue
as it invaded the smoldering liquid flesh beneath it. Ardently
she lashed out a the tiny pulsating clitoris, thrusting everywhere
into her daughter's hotly writhing pussy, as lurid wet sucking
sounds filled the room.
The teen-age girl moaned and squirmed to the rapturous
mouthing of her burning cunt, ripples of fantastic sensation
running spasmodically over her smoothly naked body. She began to
pant explosively, spreading her legs open as wide as possible and
thrusting her steaming loins lewdly forward to bring the tongue
tighter into her wide-splayed cunt. She could hear her mother's
slaving gasps for air, never breaking the fervent contact of her
pleasure-giving lips and tongue. Even her beautiful nose was
buried, immersed in the wetly fluid flesh. A maddening pressure
began building in Patty's softly convulsing belly.
Hank Jones could stand it no longer! He began to tear
feverishly at his clothes, keeping his eyes locked on the two
writhing female bodies fused together before him in forbidden
sexual pleasure. He was naked in a matter of seconds, his huge
menacing penis standing straight out from his belly like a lance.
He moved quickly over behind Paula and began to tug and pull at
her voluptuously squirming body. He turned her half over so that
she was on her knees, one on either side of her daughter's head,
her smooth rounded buttocks high, her face still buried in the
wildly undulating pussy below her. Hank knelt behind her, close
to her obscenely offered buttocks and began to run his hands
wildly up and down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, then he
stabbed an extended middle finger into the hot vaginal moisture of
the madly sucking woman's cunt.
The beautiful mother felt the hard alien hands on her and
welcomed them. She never stopped her voracious tongue-fucking of
her beloved daughter below her, but she, too, needed to be
fulfilled. Her aching cunt demanded release! She shuddered all
over as she felt the first hard cruel finger invading her secret
depths, and she could not keep from pressing back eagerly against
the maddening probe. Another finger joined the first and she
began to slowly rotate her nakedly trembling buttocks around them,
screwing back in time to meet their forward thrusts. Fiery
ripples of sensation shot through her nerve ends at the delicious
plundering of her maddened vagina, but it was not enough. She
needed more! She needed a cock! She raised her sucking lips just
far enough from her daughter's wetly twitching vagina to call to
Hank in a muffled voice.
"Fuck me, you filthy bastard! Use your cock! Fuck me, fuck
me!"
Hank needed no further urging. He began to salaciously
stroke his thick rigid penis as he moved closer on his knees to
those lewdly waving buttocks.
Patty was lying on her back now, her passion-distorted face
directly underneath her mother's hair-shadowed loins. She could
see the lust-swollen lips of her mother's wetly glistening pussy
only inches away, the seeping moisture dampening the pink erotic
flesh. Then a huge shadow seemed to blot out the light as Hank
moved in behind her mother. She watched his coarse hands move up
the ivory columns of her beautiful legs braced on either side of
her head. She saw his thick ugly fingers slide into the beautiful
wet folds of her mother's vagina, brutally digging past the tender
outer lips, sinking deep up into the inner warmth. She felt her
mother jerk forward as the first wild sensations shot through her
sex-starved body, and saw her gyrate sensuously back on the
impaling fingers, hearing her mother begging Hank to fuck her. It
was then she saw the huge menacing spear moving forward ... his
penis.
It was immense---bigger than ever! It loomed above Patty's
staring eyes like a massive rocket. She could see the swollen
ridge on the underside of the glans; the heavy blue veins, and the
hairy sac of his sperm-bloated balls. She watched in awe as
Hank's clutching fingers guided it slowly towards the waiting slit
up between her mother's straining legs. She saw it press the
swollen cuntal lips aside and slide wetly up and down the passion-
soaked crevice, mixing the slippery fluid seeping from its tip
with her mother's own vaginal wetness. A few drops of the heated
lubricant dripped down on Patty's face, and she licked at it
hungrily, marveling at its exciting taste. Then the massive
weapon began to press hard against the flower-petal opening of her
mother's visibly quivering cunt. The narrow aperture stretched,
then stretched more until it seemed as if it would split in two,
but then the merciless ram pushed inside with a sudden wet rush.
The staring girl felt her mother driven forward by the brutal
impact as the man's pelvis smacked into her upturned buttocks,
sinking his thick plundering cock to the hilt with one smooth
stroke. Then, without hesitation, Hank began to thrust his huge
shaft of male flesh again and again into the woman kneeling so
subserviently before him. Patty heard her mother moaning wildly
in passion, the sounds gurgling crazily in the liquid heat of her
daughter's passion-soaked vagina. New waves of sensation began to
run through the panting teenager as her mother's face was pressed
hard against her eagerly undulating young pussy with each of
Hank's powerful forward strokes. That was the final trigger for
the incredible pressure deep in her belly. It had to go, it
needed release!
"0ooooohhhh ... oooohhh, Mama! I'm ... I'm cuuummniiinnnggg
...!"
Patty's voice trailed off into a choking sobbing whine and
then rose once more into a thin high pitched wail of delight as
ecstasy deluged her nakedly twisting body. Intense sensations of
forbidden rapture swept through her inflamed loins like a prairie
fire. She writhed in the throes of a sweet agony, harked and
tremored, but never let her convulsing little cunt lose contact
with her mother's wildly sucking mouth. The licking tongue
continued to shoot blissful sensations through her spasming body
long moments after the first shattering bolts of unbelievable
pleasure had passed. Then it was over and she lay back exhausted,
her eyes fixed on that long thick cock directly over her face,
pounding relentlessly into her mother's frantically quivering
pussy.
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