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 as 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 her 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," he 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. The 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. The 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 you 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 his 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.