Champ had felt betrayed and deserted when Patty locked him in the service porch. Every instinct in his powerful body cried out to him that Hank was an enemy and had come here to harm his mistress. His first reaction had been to drive the hated man from the house, but he had been prevented by the very person that his unquestioning love and devotion impelled him to defend. After Patty had given one last look through the window in the door and had gone away, Champ had paced nervously for several moments, his keen ears alertly cocked for any suspicious sounds from the rest of the house. But all had been quiet so he had lain down, his head lying forlornly on his paws. He had never been locked up before – locked away from those he loved, and misery and resentment seeped through his heart. And disappointment! He, too, had begun to get excited when his mistress had once again offered him her loins to lick. Powerful memories of the night before had made the blood begin to course faster and faster through his veins.
Suddenly, the dog's huge head jerked up from the floor, all his senses alert. The quiet rhythm of the sounds in the house were changing. He heard his mistress' voice raised in anger above the low sadistic taunting of his hated enemy. The hackles raised on his back and an ominous growl came from Champ's throat as he moved right up against the door, listening. He heard his mistress' voice getting louder and shriller, and then he could smell it – her fear!
Champ pushed against the door but it didn't move. Then the now-frantic animal began to claw furiously at the wood, sensing that he had to free himself to save his beloved companion and mistress. His whines and growls became louder and louder, and his actions more furious as he sensed the terror growing in Patty's voice.
But it was useless. The door was thick and the lock strong. The helplessly enraged animal finally gave up in impotent fury and sat back on his haunches, listening nervously, his pointed ears twitching forward each time another sound penetrated the imprisoning door.
And then the sounds changed. His mistress' voice became lower and softer and switched to the sensuous thrilling moans that had issued from her lips just last night.
And he could smell the unmistakable odor of aroused femininity that he knew so well.
The dog came to his feet once again, confused. A certain animal jealousy began to mix with the protective instincts that had until now dominated his brain. This new emotion, mixed with an awareness of his own physical arousal suddenly snapped the last ounce of restraint in the big animal's frustrated mind. He began to bark loudly and angrily. If he could have gotten into the rest of the house he probably could not have been restrained from tearing Hank apart. It was as if a hated rival were infringing on a proud wild animal's domain, ravaging his jealously guarded mate before his very eyes.
The enraged German shepherd barked and barked, stopping every now and then to listen to the maddening sounds from the other room, a lust for revenge growing in his heart with each passing moment.
In Patty's bedroom, Hank paid no attention to the clamor coming from the porch. He knew the dog was safely locked up and anyway, he couldn't force his attention away from the shamelessly aroused young girl twisting and writhing beneath him.
Abruptly, he couldn't stand it any longer. Grabbing Patty's long lithe legs behind the knees, he shoved them roughly back against her shoulders while he slithered up her sweat-soaked body. His lust-hardened cock brushed against her wetly dripping cuntal lips, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through his aroused body, as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. Immediately, as if she had been fucking all her life, the naked teen-ager's ankles locked tightly behind his neck, enabling his greedy eyes to look down between their bodies and see her upturned vaginal plane completely exposed to him: the wetly moist furrow was held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs against hers and her narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its fleshy-pink lips in open invitation.
The passion-wracked girl could see Hank's powerful naked form hovering over her and could feel his huge heated hardness throbbing the full length of her cuntal furrow. His jerking cock-head was resting between her widespread ass-cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips and dip her yearning young pussy down towards it in a desperate search for its hard blood-filled tip.
She had to have his long hard penis in her! Her belly screamed for it!
In the panic of her need she reached her hands down underneath the grinding cheeks of her ass and grasped the full length of his stone-hard member. Her tightly closed fists stroked it in anticipation and greed. She could feel a hot spasmodic throbbing against her palms and a sticky fluid that oozed in driblets from the blood-inflated head. She guided it up her hungering vaginal furrow, not letting it lose contact with her sensitive flesh until it was finally poised between the lubricated flanges of her wetly waiting cunt. She held it there with one hand and placed the other on her ravisher's naked buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing white heat that burned out of control in her belly.
Hank grinned in lewd delight above her. Christ, the hot little bitch was putting it in herself. He couldn't believe that this beautiful young girl who had been too proud to even speak to him a half-hour ago was now willingly, desperately guiding his own rigid cock into her desire-drenched loins. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward at once and impaling this squirming, dog-fucking slut on his aching cock, but the desire to punish her and the other teen-age girls of her kind for all the times they had shit on him by their disdainful looks and obvious scorn overcame that desire. This one typified them all! She was everything he wanted to humiliate; proud, hauty, spoiled. If one ever needed punishing, this one did. Well, by God, he would punish her with his cock. He would fuck her until she couldn't walk, and afterwards she'd throw stones at that Goddamned dog and her smart-ass high school boy friends.
And he would never let her forget how she had become just another quivering bundle of passion-wracked flesh under his powerful dominance. She would know he had shot his cum into her, deep up into her belly. He could taunt her with it later, the next time he fucked her, because he knew she was not going to let such a good thing get away from her. He would fuck them both, mother and daughter, maybe at the same time. The lewd thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward. "Comin' in baby," he grunted in a harsh voice.
Patty felt the pressure against her throbbing vaginal lips; the elastic tightness resisted for a moment then gave way before the hard relentless pressure. The pain was harsh, and she automatically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low groan from deep in her throat. The sadistic older man liked that… he liked hearing her hurt, hearing her protest.
He shoved again – a deeper groan – he wanted to hear her scream for mercy. And suddenly he could stand it no more. He rammed his hips forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt inside her tight little opening. He could feel his cum-filled balls slap against her frantically squirming ass-cheeks as they tried to screw themselves deep down into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape the sudden cruel impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his big hairy body, splaying over the edges of the bed, kicking helplessly in the air.
"Aaaaahhhhh, God! You're too big! Noooo! Noooooo! Don't move it. Aaaaggghhh!" Patty screamed, thrashing about like an insect pinned to a display board. She groaned and begged him not to move it as he flexed his hotly throbbing hardness, then began sobbing piteously as he continued to flex his huge pulsating shaft, each jerk making the massive cock-head burrow deeper into her tortured flesh. Hank's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress while his wide-spread knees held her frantically trembling thighs far apart. The raging pain of the sudden entry ripped her mind from the warm cocoon of lust and passion that had dominated her while Hank's obscenely licking tongue worked its lewd magic between her legs. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she had been ripped in half from this hotly throbbing pole of flesh embedded so deeply in her middle. The fiery shaft felt as though it was coming out her throat as its blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix. Her head had been buffeted harshly back against the head-board of the bed by the sudden brutality of his entry. Now, all the fears she had had earlier, before Hank's seducing tongue had lapped her into panting submission, came instantly back to her. She twisted under the gross man trying not to look at the triumphantly leering face staring down at her.
Hank was watching her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was still contorted with the pain of that first vicious stab, her lips curled back from her teeth and incoherent pleading whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were out-stretched in desperation, palms pressing against his hips trying to hold back his blunt cock-head pressing against her womb like a relentless steel ram. Hank began to gloat as he held the helpless young girl in this lewd, humiliating position.
"What's the matter, never had it this deep, baby? Or maybe that pointed dog-cock went in a little easier." He laughed harshly and looked down again to see where his curly black pubic hair tangled with her soft blonde wisps. The base of his thick fleshy penis was buried deep inside the pink throbbing furrow that his tongue had licked to moist receptiveness only moments ago. He could see the tight quivering lips of her cunt stretched almost to the ripping point, the pink, rubbery outer rim clasping tightly around the great shaft of his cock.
Hank held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this proud little bitch impaled so helplessly under him with his massive penis buried deep in her white little belly. Yes, she would remember him for a long time, remember how he had made her scream and yell. He was going to give her a fuck she would remember as long as she lived.
The pathetically trapped girl squirmed nakedly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides. She flexed her vaginal muscles in an attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but the throbbing of her internal sinews only seemed to cause it to plow deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. Her cringing vaginal walls clasped around it like a rubber glove. She could feel its every fleshy ridge and pulsing vein on the cock as her nerve ends telegraphed its monstrous form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
Lewd images began to form in her mind as the hard rubbery tip pulsated against her cervix. She became intensely conscious of his warm leathery balls hanging in the sensitive crevice of her buttocks. Oh, yes, yes, his penis was real, it was alive inside her and beating like a second heart. A strange excitement began to grow in her once more. It was all a part of her. She was one with it.
Despite the pain her tongue started once again to circle sensuously around her pouting lips. The consciousness of that great throbbing cock lodged deep in her soft white belly continued to dominate her young mind. To her shock and amazement the pain, the humiliation, the lewd thoughts, and the awareness of Hank's merciless entry all began to roll together into one great fiery ball of aching hunger for more.
Panic flashed through her mind. My God! What was the matter with her? Was she already some kind of lost whore who would let herself become the willing plaything of a man like Hank Jones?
Her mind struggled valiantly, but her sensually aroused body deserted her.
She groaned in helpless defeat as she felt her vagina contract hungrily, involuntarily around the maddening lust-inciting shaft. It was almost as if she were an unconcerned bystander watching something happening to another person. She fought to control herself but it was no use, for her wetly heated vagina contracted again, harder this time.
Hank felt the throbbing pressure exerted against his buried penis. He had waited for it patiently, hovering motionless over the cute teenager's naked body until she became accustomed to the thick presence rammed so deeply in her hot little cunt. Now he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the fine line of pleasure-pain.
Hank waited a moment and then flexed again, watching her contorting face below, her mouth open, eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Oooooohhh!" She held her breath as the buried penis expanded more, stretching the narrow vaginal walls farther apart.
He flexed again and again, setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft mewing sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his taunting ministrations.
"Oh, God, ooooohhhhh God," she moaned helplessly.
He could feel her urgent answering throbs begin again around the buried head of his penis as her wetly clasping cunt-flesh began a soft opening and closing around his penis. He did not move but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the skewered young girl beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her groans of pleasure resounded through the room. Her head rolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow, and her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his thick impaling rod. Hank was forced to clench his teeth tightly together as he felt her hungrily nibbling cunt screwing itself up tighter against his hairy groin.
Patty's naked young body was coming to life now; the pain was receding and slowly giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled through her trembling cunt and out the hair-lined lips, dancing like St. Elmo's fire across her trembling thighs, and then shooting down the full length of her splayed legs to circle around her toes, making them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Pleasure worked its way up from her contracting belly through her rib-cage and out to the tips of her erect little nipples which were peaking into tiny hard buds now, sensitive even to the touch of the air in the room.
Patty could feel the last of her will-power slipping away from her to join her body in treacherous surrender. She was lost now. There was no way to fight this thing inside her, this rigid thing of living flesh that mated with her own awakening desires. Oh, yes, yes, why not, why not. Nothing mattered now, nothing existed, there was no world but the shattering reality of the overpowering waves of sensation rippling through her sexually ripening young body. It didn't matter now who the man was crouched leeringly between her straining thighs. All that mattered was the feeling, the glorious sensation, the presence of that hotly pulsating cock bringing a new life to her loins. It was good in her, far better than any pleasure she had ever experienced before in her life. She wanted it deeper.
The completely aroused girl rotated her hips desperately from side to side around the fleshy impaling member, her tightly stretched vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating, and its beat inside her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She and the man above her were one mass of fleshy sensation, merged together by their mutual lust. He had crawled into her. He was part of her! So be it!
Hank leered in triumph above her as he felt her pelvis begin hungrily screwing up the full length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling now at his lust-swollen cock-head. With each thrust he made into her, the dilated lips of her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down his hot rod of flesh for several inches and then sliding slowly back up again to press her soft pussy curls against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of his hardness deep into her ecstatically rippling belly. Hank still remained immobile, resting above her with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed into the mattress. He let her eager young body wantonly pump up and down at will on his rigid piston that held them fused together.
Christ, he thought in glee, I'm fucking a fifteen year-old nympho. He looked down, marveling at her naked perfection twisting so passionately below him. The muscles in her taut young stomach worked in rippling patterns with her every move. Her proudly ripened breasts jutted straight up from her body; swollen from the sexual arousal that now completely dominated her, and he could not take his eyes from the coral-tipped twin mounds that thrust up at him. They were, he thought, sticking straight out just as if she were standing up instead of lying on her back.
He looked down to where his wetly glistening cock disappeared into her fleshy, hair-lined vaginal lips that tucked in neatly between her smoothly gleaming thighs. He could see his gleaming shaft's slow withdrawal pulling the delicate soft ridges of her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her firm young buttocks down into the mattress. He watched his re-entry pushing the tender folds back into her belly again as his long thick length was swallowed whole back into her voracious little hole. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her labors as a mindless ecstatic smile played across her lips. She had a sort of absent-minded look in her eyes, as if she were trying to see something inside her own body. Her motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip.
He knew the nubile fifteen year-old was straining to cum. The hot fluid excitement of her milking vagina were flowing more heatedly than ever, and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing motion made by his penis.
Then she suddenly thrust sharply up at his cock, burying it deep inside her convulsing belly. Her back arched a foot off the squeaking bed, and her feet planted flat on either side of his knees against the mattress.
"Oh, God, yes, yes. I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Aaaaaggghhh!"
Suddenly she screamed and her naked young body began vibrating uncontrollably under him. Her orgasmic fluids oozed from her throbbing cuntal passage, drowning his impaling member with its slippery warmth before trickling down the crevice between her writhing buttocks where it covered his sperm-bloated balls that were pressed hard against her tiny brown puckered anus.
Hank went berserk as she groaned out the last of her orgasm against his pelvis, her wanton little body still jerking spasmodically up against him. He reached back, grabbing her ankles, and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders until her knees were on each side of her head and she was rolled up beneath him into a tight round ball of helplessness. Her dripping widespread pussy split up between her gleaming thighs was now completely open to his desire.
He withdrew his deeply embedded cock until just the lust-swollen tip of the head rested inside her quivering vaginal flesh. Then he rammed forward with all his stored up bitter strength. He had waited to destroy this little bitch. She had had her fun and now it was his turn. The fully throbbing length of his excited member sank cruelly into her defenselessly exposed vagina. He could hear the wet smack as his belly thudded against her loins.
His powerful male body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe breasts tightly back against her chest. He locked his saliva-covered mouth over hers and thrust his wetly dripping tongue deep into her throat, stifling the low animal moans forming there. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her smoothly rounded calves keeping her locked in that helpless position as he rammed his lust-hardened cock to her. Reaching around beneath their nakedly thrashing bodies he forced his hands between the mattress and the full white cheeks of her buttocks, cupping the pliant half-moons in his spread fingers and kneading the soft warm flesh.
He began long hard strokes into her streaming cuntal passage, wet and slippery now from her climax, fucking her with a violence and fury he hardly knew existed in him.
The nakedly trapped girl groaned helplessly as her exposed cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance. He was driving her head back hard against the headboard with each jack-hammer thrust, and she could do nothing from her hopelessly contorted position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs. She could feel his pulsating cock-head sliding up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a leather piston, and the hot slap of his cum-filled balls against her anus sent maddening chills through her.
Her womb flared and the resisting lips of her hair-lined furrow flowered open to eagerly receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Suddenly, her hands forced themselves from under her legs and snaked around Hank's back, and a second later her fingernails were clawing a red-streaked path of wanton desire down to his nakedly flexing buttocks. The sex maddened teenager pulled him deep and thrust her rounded little belly up hard to skewer herself deliriously on the driving hot flesh of his pumping cock. She sucked voraciously on the thick wet tongue that was shoved deep in her throat and in her lewd excitement she greedily swallowed the saliva that flowed down from it. The tobacco and alcohol odor of his breath incited rather than repelled her, so mindlessly deep was her passion, and her shamelessly aroused body began to meet his pounding lunges with its own impatient rhythm of lust.
The rusty bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. Sounds of deep straining gasps and moans filled the stale air of the room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the thick wet slurp of his pile-driving cock fucking in and out of her tightly clasping cunt.
"Hot bitch, hot bitch, hot bitch," Hank mumbled over and over to himself as he ceaselessly rammed his blood-filled penis with long cruet jabs far up into her cock-hungry little belly. He could feel the cum boiling up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her frantically squirming buttocks.
He was ready to explode! And then he was exploding.
"You fucking… little cunt I'm cumming," he groaned suddenly, and shoved his tongue far down her throat. With harshly kneading fingers, he pulled the widespread cheeks of her buttocks hard up against his grinding pelvis and rammed his wildly jerking cock all the way to the hilt into her milking little pussy.
The wildly excited young girl could feel her insides splitting painfully as the head of the deeply embedded shaft suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her womb wide asunder. It began to spurt, and she could feel his white hot sperm shooting into her like burning fire, ricocheting around inside her dilated stomach like streams of molten lava. The very pores of her cunt clasped around it, triggering her second climax, as once again she spilled her own heated fluid excitement into the already drowning cavern of her quivering pussy.
It drove her insane, she couldn't let it stop!
She reached frantically around under her squirming buttocks with both hands and began desperately to milk at the heavily dangling balls pressed hard against her ass-cheeks. Her legs kicked out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of the bed as the wildly pulsating penis continued to jerk out its completion.
"Oh, fill me, fill me, fill me," she wailed, feeling her insides still gushing forth around his now slowly deflating penis. It seemed endless, but then she, too, gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs splayed out lifelessly on either side of his fatigued body. Her arms were outstretched, dangling doll-like over the edge of the bed, and her belly was filled to the bursting point with their lewdly mixed cum.
Hank lay in an exhausted stupor on the motionless body of the naked teen-age girl beneath him for long moments. Then as he recovered his strength he slowly pulled himself off the ravished young girl, his cock sliding from her battered cunt. He could see the wetly matted hair of her well-fucked furrow glistening wetly in the soft light, and the insides of her thighs were smeared obscenely with their mingled fluids which dripped in tiny rivulets down her ass-cheeks forming a dark wet circle on the mattress below.
He sensed her eyes on him and looked sharply up to see the look of growing hate that was rapidly replacing her previous expressions of helpless lust. Her immediate need was satisfied now, and she was remembering how all this had started, how this vile, dirty, ugly man had used threats to force her to submit her clean young body to feed his insatiable lust. And one thing bothered her more than all else that had taken place in the last hour.
Her own body had deserted her!
The shame of her own passionate response to her ravisher swept over her and she immediately looked for someone, something to blame. She was too young to fully realize the tremendous depths of her own sensuality, and she chose to believe that this vile man had used some secret wiles, some secret skill of his hands to turn her into the jabbering mass of lust-driven flesh she had been only minutes before. Yes, she hated him. She had been happy to be fucked by her dog, that was a matter of choices. But this vile creature had forced her into the shame and humiliation of responding with mindless passion to his leering threats and insults. Her eyes bored into his until finally he snarled out, "What the hell you looking at? You ain't had enough?" The sound of his own voice made him feel better. He knew he was master here. It was a moment before she answered.
"Yes, I've had enough, Hank." Her voice was cold and she sounded much older than her years. "Now please go," she continued evenly, "or I think something bad might happen."
"What the hell you talking about," Hank said in his blustering voice. "I'll decide when I go. You keep on talking like that, and you'll get a hand across your face." He took a threatening step towards the naked young form lying so still on the bed, but to his surprise she didn't stir, just kept staring steadily at him. Hank swallowed nervously.
"Awww, fuck ya, ya bitch," he snarled. "I've had enough of you for now anyhow." He started pulling on his clothes.
"But I'll be back," he said, looking sharply up at her. "I like what I got today. You and your old lady sure can fuck. Must run in the family. Yeh, I'll be back, and you be sure to keep that crazy mutt out of my way," he added as he tucked the pistol into his belt. The battered young girl still said nothing, just kept staring at him and he could almost feel the waves of her anger and hate flowing around him.
"Aww, fuck ya," he said again and, spinning on his heel, he scooped up his bag of tools and stalked out of the house.
Patty continued to lie quietly for several minutes after he left, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Then a slow change came over her embittered face. The hardness faded and her lips began to tremble. Suddenly deep sobs began to wrack her body, and she was once again a little girl, bewildered, hurt and betrayed.