Though Lisa continued to sound out whimpers of pain to his heavy cock fucking viciously up between her legs, Rivers knew they were growing less distressful and more impassioned in their rhythmic gasps, tempoed to his plunges skewering deep up into the clenching heat of her soft little belly. The teenager's naked body in its defenseless, bent-double position beneath him was beginning to respond of its own accord. Her rounded hips and taut white buttocks had fallen into a gentle undulation, rotating the clasping slippery walls of her young, tight vagina around his pulsating hardness that was stuffing the wide-split crevice clear to his aching balls.
While Shirley watched in sickened helplessness, she recognized the change gradually creeping over her beautiful stepdaughter's once grimacing face and cringing young body. The obscenely stretched lips of her pussy had begun to slither wetly up to devour the huge rod of Vince Rivers' torturous cock. His heavy sperm-bloated balls smacked down hard into the damp, smooth crease of her naked buttocks, her moans now edged with tones of masochistic delight.
At least most of the painful torment was passed for her, Shirley gave silent thanks as she gaped in growing fascination at the lustful sight of Rivers' pumping buttocks tensing heavily each time he drove forward with cruel force to sink his long thick hardness into Lisa's greedily accepting, stretched teenage channel. Sometimes, he didn't drive it up into her to full capacity and Shirley could see a narrow white stretch of the thick shaft showing beneath the sway of his semen-inflated balls. Then, on the next stroke she would wince when his hairy pelvis crashed down hard against Lisa's, and she stared as he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust in ever increasing rhythm, the underside of his huge swollen cock-head becoming visible with each withdrawal!
The watching blonde wife sensed her own belly quiver rapaciously with re-kindled sensations at the brutal tucking the lecherous no-good was giving the helpless teenage girl pinned obscenely beneath him. But even as her own susceptible loins began to tingle with smoldering desire, the still furious wife tried to desperately conceive of some way to stop this unscrupulous animal before he ruined all of them! Then she saw him free Lisa's long shapely legs and quickly wrap them around his hips, her heels pressed tight against the cheeks of his hollowing buttocks, straining of their own accord to pull him back inside her each time he withdrew.
The cords on the insides of her stepdaughter's smooth, white thighs flexed tautly as she raised her skewered loins back up over his glistening member, her quivering buttocks lifting inches off the bed while she struggled in her effort to absorb the entire length back into the fleshy pink folds of her greedy cunt! A wet viscid sound lewdly filled the room as they fucked, and then Nomad began to growl with bared fangs beside Shirley, his unsuspected nearness startling her.
Absently, Shirley reached down to pet the massive head of the beast beside her, his obvious dislike for his master and what he was doing registering in her distraught, sensuous brain for the fast time. Of course… it was very apparent now when she actually thought of it! The beautiful animal hated Vince Rivers… and that was when the wicked idea struck her!
"Up, Nomad!" Shirley hissed, bending down to whisper the command. "Up, baby… behind him! Go on… up!"
Vince Rivers was too lecherously engrossed to even feel the weight jarring the bed behind him. Nor was he aware when the massive animal suddenly mounted him from behind, his powerful forelegs clinging to his master's hips… the pleasure of the con-artist's own plunging cock was so lustfully overwhelming.
Salaciously and with obscene vengeful intentions, Shirley reached beneath the huge German shepherd to curl her soft hand around his still sheathed cock. She felt him lurch to the contact as she began to lewdly stroke the long furry sleeve, while with the other hand she reached between his legs from behind to gently scratch her finger nails along the underside of his heavy balls! "Oh please, baby, make it hard for me! Quick, darling," the blonde girl whispered, lewd impulses racing through her now simmering loins and belly at the feel of the animal's penis growing searing hot and hard in her caressing hand! It emerged then, inching out more quickly as she stroked it, its wet, beveled tip of raw glistening hardness more resembling a weapon than the beautiful love-tool she knew it to be… but this time, that was in keeping.
"Wh-What the hell is going on?" Vince Rivers gasped out, trying to twist his head and look back, but Lisa's locking arms and legs, scissored around him in her blinded passion, made that impossible. He grunted, lurching ahead when the tip of something wet wormed up into the tight little hole of his rectum, his brain beginning to race in wild confusion. Christ, was that Shirley's finger?
By the time he'd decided that it couldn't be, it was already too late! Shirley had guided the scarlet, tapered animal-cock into the hairy opening of his anus, and before Rivers could break free or defend against it, the stiffened rod of burning dog-flesh had buried itself half-way up into his rectum while he froze and Lisa's upthrusting loins sucked his jerking cock back into the omniverously milking channel of her climax-building vagina!
Rivers gasped and swore while Shirley couldn't help but laugh in vindictive delight at the absolutely obscene sight. Then, with his fangs bared, Nomad threatening growled his disapproval at any anticipated changes his master might be entertaining. Beneath the naked man, Lisa began to whimper in tiny mewls as she clung to him like a voluptuous human vine, her upthrusting young buttocks gyrating wildly as her seething cuntal channel clasped and pulled at his ever-growing cock! Again, he swore from the branding torment of the beast's reaming hardness, and suddenly it lunged to the very depths of his belly right up his painfully clenching anus.
Shirley slipped her hand between the handsome dog's spread hind legs once more to tenderly caress the underside of his bloating balls, simultaneously hugging him as he tucked with a seeming revenge of his own up into the wide-stretched rectum of Vince Rivers with savage animal thrusts!
It was a dapper young man from a finance company who maintained he was looking for a George Edwards, or William Avery, or Vincent Rivers, all one and the same person, which made Frank Douglas head out in a hurry from his office to the one he had been letting the man he knew as Rivers use. He found it empty and the dapper one behind him smiled. He didn't seem in the least surprised. But Frank Douglas was more than that; he was shocked.
"I've been chasing that Continental for six months," the young man said with a shake of his head. "Up and down the California coast. That bastard's a shrewd one, but he'll wind up with the dirty end of the stick sooner or later."
He was saying more that Frank didn't hear. An oblong piece of paper on the floor had caught his eye. It struck out from beneath the desk where it had probably blown from the breeze coming through the open window. He picked it up and read it, his eyes slowly beginning to bug at the sizeable figure embossed on it. Christ! And his signature… but he'd never signed this check… nor any other made out to Vincent Rivers!
It didn't take long for the older man to put two and two together! One son-of-a-bitch of a con-man had nearly gotten to him, and there was a good chance the guy was packing his bags right at that moment in one of the bedrooms of his very own home!
"Come on… follow me!" Frank snapped at the dapper finance agent. "If we hurry, we may not be too late to get that Continental for you. Unless I miss my guess, Vince Rivers doesn't realize yet that he's lost this gem!"
Frank drove like a maniac, actually hoping that a cop or two would fan in behind him. In his rear view mirror, he could see that the dapper guy and another seated beside him were having all they could do to keep up as he raced over the freeway. Man, what a stupid fool he'd been all along with his goddamn booze-numbing escape! Not only leaving himself wide open to be taken, but exposing his family… Shirley, Lisa, to the likes of a crook like Rivers… right in their own house. And… and what else had he possibly laid them open to?
He swung into his drive, surprised when the finance boys wheeled right behind him, hopping from their car and jogging toward the Continental to confiscate it before anyone or thing could interfere.
"You boys want to come inside?" Frank called to them. "He must be in there!"
"Nope," the dapper one grinned, "This is all we want! He's yours, Mr. Douglas… and thanks for the help!"
Frank burst into the house with all intentions of shouting at the top of his lungs, but thought better of that. Instead, he quickly made a systematic tour which finally narrowed his search down to the bedrooms. The rest was horrifyingly simple, for Lisa's door was partially open, and he just stood there staring, paralyzed, leaning his hand against the framework while he gaped at the incredulously obscene spectacle before him…
Rivers had never known anything like this in his life! He'd never been sodomized even by a man, let alone a fucking dog, but the sensation was about to set him wild! The goddamn brute's horrendous cock was taunting his prostate toward something unimaginable! With single-minded viciousness, he began to plunge up into the hungering wet heat of Lisa's tight girl-cunt, clutching at her roundly working ass-cheeks and listening to her groans of pleasure as she undulated her buttocks in wide circles beneath him! The room began to spin before his gaping eyes as the huge impaling animal cock dug another inch up into his screaming rectum, sending crazy spasms of lust skyrocketing through him.
"Oooohhh… Shirley… Shirley! I-I'm going to cuuummm! Oooohhh…!" Lisa wailed, her nostrils flaring wide as she screwed herself up on Rivers' battering rod of flesh and clung there while the clasping walls of her craving vagina milked desperately around it like the mouth of a starving child!
The urge to rant, rave and kill, Frank Douglas had never known before in his life, but he did at that moment! A great red fire was amassing before his straining eyes even as his huge cock which had hung practically lifeless for six months leaped into a burning, throbbing hardness that threatened to rip out the front of his trousers! No less than a brute animal sound choked up from his throat to fill the room, but only his naked, blonde-haired wife heard it!
When she swung around to see the almost insane expression contorting her husband's crazily enraged face she fought to hold back the scream building up inside her! He started forward like a bull ape as she charged with open arms to stop him, expecting to be beaten to the floor, but his maniacal eyes were fixed on only one individual in the room… Vince Rivers!
"Oh God, no, Frank! Don't, please!" Shirley begged as she clung to him, staying between him and the obscene orgy on the bed that was rapidly drawing to a climactic finale. "Listen to me, darling… it's my fault… all mine! Lisa isn't to blame."
"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to rip his cock off and shove it down his throat! Get out of my way! The bastard is raping my baby!"
"Oh God, Frank! Please listen to me! Please!" Shirley sobbed as she continued to bar his struggling way. "Don't you see? He's getting more than he ever bargained for from Nomad! Look at his face! Lisa won't let him go! And look at Nomad's! He knows he's punishing him! We all hate him, darling, and we love you, but he trapped us into it! Oh God, darling, keep your head… we don't want anything to happen to you! We love you! Please, let us punish him."
Love you! Punish him! Look at his face… Love you! Love you! The exclamations raced through Frank's delirious brain in a tormentful maze as he gaped through blinding anger at the ravaging of his own naked daughter and tried to make sense from his imploring young wife's words! Keep your head… we love you.
Rivers' pain-charged brain whirled in an impossible sucking vortex that was drawing him down even as it was propelling him upward! He heard the kid's gasping squeals beneath him, and then a powerful growl from the mutt he was going to kill behind him, feeling the increase of his thrusting, sodomizing animal loins! Suddenly the fucking beast shot his scalding dog-cum up into his agonizingly stretched rectum to the very depths of his belly – hot, splurting sperm that burned in his guts like boiling oil! The sensation triggered his own orgasm and he sensed his raging semen begin to travel the distance from his heaving balls to the tip of his jerking cock-head, spitting in thick viscous squirts to splash against the soft walls of the kid's wildly quivering vagina, her climax convulsing her frantically hugging body under the violent force of his unleashed load…!
Why he hadn't murdered the son-of-a-bitch, Frank Douglas would never be able to answer, but he was to later reason that Shirley had saved him from committing that unforgivable crime which in the end would only have hurt them the worse. Though at that moment he was still beyond the realm of civil rationalization, he held himself back to the pleas of his nakedly voluptuous wife who was almost passionately embracing him as they watched the teenage Lisa fall limply into a merciful faint and the powerful German shepherd leap to the floor!
Vince Rivers began to struggle from the bed, mouthing foul oaths between vicious declarations of what he was going to do to the massive German shepherd that stood waiting with flattened ears and bared fangs behind him. The con-artist's rectum burned as if it had been reamed and scorched with a hot poker. He moved like a man who had ridden his first horse a nonstop hundred miles. The terrible rage in his eyes somehow didn't match the agony twisting his too-handsome face… and then, he saw Shirley's white nakedness standing inside the protective arm of her huge incensed husband and all of the violence seemed to drain from him…!
"First of all, you're still alive, Rivers… Edwards… Avery, or whatever the hell your name is," Frank hissed through clenched teeth, "and only by the grace of this girl beside me! If you're still in this house two minutes from now, there won't be enough left of you to feed to that dog, because I'll tear you apart piece by piece!" Frank pulled the forged check from his pocket and before the other's gaping eyes tore it into small pieces. "So much for that bit of evidence, which could have put you on ice for a few years. The finance company is outside picking up your car! Pull on your pants, you bastard, because that's all you're going out of here with… the rest of your things we'll burn…!"
"Now wait a minute, Frank…!" the trapped forger half-whined, only partially beginning to realize the desperate situation he had put himself in, unable to believe his stupidity in leaving that check behind. He'd been so goddamned anxious to fuck Douglas' virgin daughter.
"Now you've got a minute and thirty seconds left! I wouldn't advise you to waste it if you value your life you son-of-a-bitch!" Frank roared.
Vince Rivers didn't wait.