A cool breeze was blowing somewhere off to the west above the lush, surrounding hills of the valley. An old stone mansion where no one lived any more stood in a small valley on the Pace property in Pickford's Meadows since its building some five-score years past.
It was late afternoon, and warm, and someone watching from above might have seen the trim figure of a young girl moving rapidly as she hummed to herself in an expectant voice, moving around the front of the old house, moving toward the rendezvous with her sexy boyfriend and husband-to-be. Immediately, her tiny feet began to gain in tempo. Her young mind was not at ease and she hummed a love song to herself. She was thinking that her uncle could get quite up-tight if he found out she was meeting Clete up here. It was one thing, a very socially precarious thing, to be engaged to a black man, but to be meeting him alone up here, like this, where a number of girls often met their boyfriends – and became pregnant – was quite another. She knew she was being daring with Clete, but she had actually done nothing really wrong, after all, had she?
The first time she had come this way with Clete, he had been hunting Liz Clark's runaway dog that was plaguing the local farmers. Clete had cornered the huge, vicious animal, but the rifle, with which he was such a fine shot, had jammed. While Nancy stood gasping with fright, her hands pressed to her pounding heart, Clete had clubbed the massive animal with the useless – almost – firearm until he had run away yelping. Somehow, only the pain had deterred the dog from killing them, though from the deep teeth marks he left in the butt of the Winchester, Nancy felt intuitively that he had felt no fear for Clete.
Nancy shook off the fright of the memory and leaned against woodwork on the verandah. Inside was old furniture where, after Clete arrived, they could sit and talk and make plans for their future. Nancy smoothed down her skirt and looked at her watch. She had arrived late already, so where was Clete?
DesirЋe put down her wine glass, which had already been filled and emptied twice, and leaned against the firmness of Mark's body. She felt his face coming down to her and she lifted hers for the kiss, allowing her mouth to open and his tongue to move lightly around the inside of her mouth. So far, this was nothing new. They had kissed many, many times in the last eight months, and he had even touched her breasts. Last week, before they had shaken off the temptation to go further, he had touched her damp pussy through the fabric of her panties.
So DesirЋe didn't panic when once again his trembling fingers covered a breast and moved inside her dress to feel the smooth, throbbing, virginal flesh. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and she purred uncontrollably as he felt her nipples come tinglingly erect. He palmed the heavy mounds, marveling at the firmness and creaminess of her flesh.
"Oh, sweetie, you've got such marvelous tits," Mark let slip.
DesirЋe gave a little grunt of pleasure and gasped, "Oh, Mark, darling, please don't talk like that. We really mustn't do this." But perhaps it was the wine or her own bursting sexuality that took away the strength she needed to push his hands away. She let him ease her back onto the blanket while his mouth came down on hers with increasing passion.
She trembled as he unfastened the buttons that ran down the front of her dress, and he seemed so experienced as he opened the front of it, pushed her bra up, and exposed her lovely tits to the sun, muttering, "Sweetheart, oh, darling," his mouth sucking the distended pink nipples into his mouth. The feelings shot from her breasts into her loins and she moaned, begging him to stop while desperately clutching his head to her heaving tits.
Mark's mind had nearly left him. He loved her so much. He could not stand to think of anything happening to her, but here he was, almost out of control, about to do it to her. Heaven knew he couldn't stop himself, so he hoped in the back of his mind that she would soon push him away. At the same time he hoped that she would not stop him, that she would finally spread her lovely thighs and allow his penis into that hot wet hole he knew she was guarding between her legs.
Clete's eyes were as big as plums. DesirЋe's beautiful tits were there in front of his eyes in all their glory, and from where he watched he could see the underneath of her white panties. Her dress' hem had slid up and Denning's hand was moving up to that spot where Clete could see a gathering moisture dampening the fabric. Damnit! Denning was going to fuck her right now, under the spreading elm tree, and Clete was supposed to be meeting Nancy. Damnit! But he couldn't leave now! Not with the beautiful bitch on her back and exposed and panting there with her boyfriend's hand under her skirt.
The sleek and powerful animal had stealthily slipped into the small valley and slinked toward the old abandoned house where, unknown to him, Nancy awaited Clete's arrival. He had been coming this way every day, hoping to be able to ambush Clete and have his revenge for the beating he had delivered that time two months before. With embittered patience, he had lingered in a nearby wood waiting for his time, his unique senses vindictively tormented by the cruel memory of the beating. There was nothing to be done but wait for his time of revenge!
Now, he clung in motionless silence to the shadows of the overgrowth, his burning amber eyes piercing the surroundings. He watched the girl's approach and knew her from the time before. There was youth and vivacious beauty in her movements, his inimitable instincts told him. Earlier, he had stalked the house of the brutish man who had so cruelly hurt him. Then, he had intuitively moved toward this old house where people had once lived. There, he waited, a mysterious and indefinable power advising him of the oncoming girl and her relationship to the man and the town he had sworn his animal vengeance against.
Sometimes, maybe too often, when she was alone and uneasy, Nancy thought of her parents and that fateful night they had the accident on the way to Houston. It was futile, even foolish, she knew; they were long gone, long ago, and now there was only her uncle, and her love for Clete, but she couldn't help thinking about them sometimes.
Well, she did love her uncle and aunt, straightlaced as they were. They'd been good to her; besides, he was her mother's brother and only living relative. Her own parents never would have stood for her romance with Clete.
My God! What was that? For a moment, she'd thought she saw eyes, burning eyes like glowing coals in that brush! What on earth could it be? Maybe, she'd better start running…
Lobo anticipated the long, dark-haired teenager's frightened move seconds before she made it, and with furtive swiftness bolted from his hidden place to confront her there on the narrow verandah of the house!
In overwhelming horror, Nancy froze! She stared in awesome disbelief at the massive creature's viciously bared fangs gleaming in the faint moon-light! Her breathing choked in her young throat at the blazing eyes that were fixed on her and the ferocious, deep-throated growl that the huge beast gave forth threateningly. Had she tried, she knew that she could not move, for her legs were growing numb, as if they were petrified! It was him, that wild dog! The thing around his neck glistening in the sunlight. He was someone's pet, she knew, rumored to be Liz Clark's runaway, part-dog, part-wolf. She had thought she'd seen an ID tag when they'd chased and gotten close to them those two months before. Oh God! He was moving toward her, crouching, preparing to leap…
Scream! Scream…! She tried, but could only gasp, and then, with her terror pressing the breath of life out of her chest, she fainted.
Mark found the virginal, innocent girl squirming in his arms in a way that he would not have thought possible. She was trembling with arousal as he licked and sucked on her breasts and he palmed the fat mound of her pussy, her panties the only barrier to his touch. There was nothing to prevent his slipping his fingertips under the crotchband of that flimsy garment and delving into that warm crevasse, and that is what he did. His fingers found a well of hot, slippery liquid, nearly gushing from her. He heard her moan and her hands clutched weakly at the wrist of that hand.
"Oh, Mark," she breathed. "You've got to stop, before it's too late!"
He groaned and pushed a gentle finger into her wet vagina. "Yeah, babe, but I don't think I can." He found her clitoris and felt it swell and throb to his touch, and he began to manipulate it in a way he had learned long ago. His cock was hard and burning with need and he loosened his belt buckle and zipper to make room for the expansion. His fingers now moved freely between her legs and he dipped inside her pussy and then made her moan when they slid into that other, tight hole just below it. Her mouth was devouring him and as he pulled her panties down her unresisting legs, he knew that before long, right or wrong, their time would come to fuck like normal sweethearts everywhere.
Clete could not believe his eyes as he saw the darling girl lift her hips to let Mark draw her panties off her long shapely legs. Her legs stayed parted and her knees lifted slightly, revealing the fur-mantled slit and just beneath that, the pink dimple, her hairless, innocent asshole peeking out from between her plump, round buttocks. So this was the little angel who sang soprano solos in church every Sunday! Boy, wouldn't the town love to see this!
Mark, his cheeks swollen flushed with arousal, slid the weakly compliant girl out of her remaining clothing and quickly shucked off his trousers while her big breasts heaved. He looked down at her with her hair spread around her head like a jar of spilled golden honey, matching the silky triangle at the base of her perfect, smooth belly. She was the most desirable girl he had ever seen – and she was his!
DesirЋe struggled with herself, with her feelings, with her desires. She was about to surrender what she had vowed she would only give to her husband. The confusing part was that this man would soon be her husband, so why must she wait? But another side of her intellect told her that he wasn't her husband yet and that she must try to resist.
The only problem was, she had no strength to resist. She had allowed him, with barely a protest, to undress her totally. Now, while her breasts and stiffened nipples hummed with his mouthing of them, his fingers were sliding in and out of her hot, wet vagina. The feelings were irresistible, overwhelming, like those few times when, on the verge of sleep, she had masturbated herself, stroking her hot little clit until the fluids flowed down her thighs and her breasts, belly and thighs vibrated with her climax. She tried to move, but the feelings in her feminine core sapped her strength. Had she known that Clete Anderson was watching from just a few feet away, that he could see everything that was being done to her private genitals by her beloved Mark, she would have been jolted awake and out of the trough of arousal she was wallowing in now.
Clete could see Mark's fingers sliding up and down the warm fold of her labia and knew that if someone didn't get in there soon and fuck that pussy, then he would. His own hand found his own inhumanly-sized cock, brought it out of his pants, and began stroking it to relief.
Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Nancy's young belly as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. Her teenage brain functioned in its effort to restore normality. Where was she? The sun no longer shone in her eyes. Wh-what had happened?
Thunder filled her head as she came awake in the warm summer air as simultaneously, further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her youthful loins and belly. Nancy raised her hands to her throat in revived fear. She lifted herself to her elbows with the returning of her memory. She had fainted on the verandah and someone had dragged her inside somewhere. And then, in the subdued light of the living room of the old house, she saw that she was naked, wholly and shamefully naked, saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart and that the massive wolf-like German Shepherd was standing between her thighs – his tongue laxly out and his great head lowered just above – above her panty-less vagina!
Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the young virginal core of her naked body. The warm, wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue spread open the plump, hair-lined lips of her tight young vulval crevice, laving its sensitive, pink inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion brushing over her! My God! He… he was licking her down there between her open thighs!
Had she been petrified prior to fainting, Nancy was now shockingly panic-stricken. The unbelievable sight of what was happening between her naked, widespread legs, the realization that the vicious animal was actually licking at her virginal young pussy with his hot, wet tongue, was about to drive her hysterical. Yet, somehow, she knew that she must retain control of herself if she were to come out of this alive! To struggle against him in any way might bring him fiercely tearing out her throat!
She couldn't restrain the whimper of extreme dread when she saw tatters of her clothing ripped and strewn about them. God, he must have torn them from her with his teeth! Wh-what sort of animal was it that would do such a thing to a human female…? She gaped at him through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her helplessly exposed vaginal lips. A tremor of incredible sensations caused her to convulse in her shameful nakedness. Oh God, he – he was almost human, that expression in his unrelenting eyes. And what he was doing to her nakedly stripped loins!
Oooohh! What he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous feelings in her belly, and her pussy, in spite of her fear, felt as if there was a hot little fire glowing inside it! Even her breasts tingled in excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples. But, but this was insane! Oh God! The dog would kill her before he was done, would tear her to pieces! What if Clete came and saw her, like this, right now? She had to keep her head, to get away from him as soon as possible! Maybe, maybe, if she just jumped to her feet and ran…? God, she had to do something; he intended to kill her – she felt certain of that – and perhaps even eat her!
It was the latter horrible thought that made Nancy feebly cry out, then attempt to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away. Lobo waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the curvaceous, naked teenager in icy-veined terror. She sobbed out uncontrollably, the fear-filled, choking sounds little more than animalistic whines in the gripping anguish of her unbearable horror. From that point, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but moved as quickly as any wild animal. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthful curved hips, his wet tongue hanging loosely from his rapaciously open mouth!
Nancy dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Hadn't she seen animals do it together on the farm like this so many times? Good Lord! Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force when he assumed his luridly obscene position behind her defenselessly upraised buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the dog tag that hung from his neck grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her nude back! He… he was going… going to do it to her… as if she were nothing more than a bitch in heat!
"N-no… no, please…!" Nancy heard herself whimper as something long, blunt and thick probed wetly back between the nakedly raised trembling mounds of her softly trembling buttocks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! My God, she was a virgin – and he was going to do it to her!
At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when she sensed the nose of his hardened animal-penis prodding at the tight, wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! Dear God, no… no! She desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair-fringed lips, found the tiny, tender opening, and forced its way up into her already-lubricated little vaginal passage with a slight, wet popping sound and rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide apart before its blunt-tipped hardness!
Nancy gasped for illusive breath as the huge length of blood-filled dog-penis stretched and filled her young cuntal channel like a muscular arm rammed into the sleeve of a child's garment, its bulbous end smacking heavily back up against the very base of her tender, young cervix. Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp, while the great beast who was mounting her from behind snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to hump and fuck up into her with smooth and practiced strokes!
The teenager's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations! Her entire head vibrated with the pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthful white body that was bent nakedly before the wild fucking dog, quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her vaginal passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed off limb of a tree; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her, and her tender channel began to fill with her feminine lubricant as never before as the thrusting cock began touching sensitive trigger points inside and outside her tender, young vagina! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!
It struck her then that his heavily burrowing penis of hardened animal-flesh had ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of her hymen give way with a bursting stab of pain, and she was certain the vicious beast had horribly torn the expanded little hole of her vaginal mouth! Oh God, she might bleed to death there in that deserted cellar if he didn't kill her outright!
Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried to shake free from his long, piercing thick hardness, from her cock-filled young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Lobo's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her teenage bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her soft waist and hips! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her helplessly clasping, young vagina, spreading and stretching the virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long, wild cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread thighs!
The panting Lobo's savage intellect made the mighty dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, as it had with his own female bitches when he selected and demanded from them, breeding the younger members of the pack he had returned to after leaving his human mistress. A spirit of exhilarating revenge raced through his savage body as he watched the upper portion of her smooth, female back drop until her face and young, human breasts were flattened down against the softness of the grass, the rounded mounds of her soft, white buttocks raised submissively to his vindictive assault. This, he knew, would help compensate him, avenge him for the bruises, cuts, and broken rib he had suffered at the hands of the big black man. By conquering his enemy's female, he could in part conquer the enemy, return pain for pain.
Through his unfathomable keen senses he felt his long, lust-hardened penis slithering forward with a wet charge until it was entirely buried in the clutching moist heat of her tightly clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling pubic hair. Mercilessly, he bucked and plunged into the hot, yielding flesh of her baby vagina, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his huge, thickly lengthening rod of hotly driving flesh!
Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity the wild, wolf-like dog was committing on her helpless, naked body, Nancy could not ignore the sensual excitement his enormous animal cock had almost immediately set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her virginal young loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, only the invading presence of the brute's long, thick cock plowing open the sensitive, resistant flesh of her never before entered vagina, registered in her mind. Like a hotly reaming piston, it had raced into her unprotected pussy, until in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the vainly resisting channel! Desperately, she had fought for breath while tears of pain streamed down her cheeks and her convulsing body struggled in its vulnerable nakedness to be free! But as the brute relentlessly continued to fuck up into the liquid, wide-stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, the pain seemed to dissolve into impossible sensations of intensely growing arousal, equaling those that his hot, waving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly! Oh God, if she was sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God…
Oh, Clete, dear Clete. Please don't come here now!
Now, as unthinkable as it was, she had begun to feel the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the opened, smooth mounds of her nakedly exposed buttocks and her tender, sensitive pink anus, and she pressed her face and tingling, nipple-tipped breasts harder down until they were flattened and groveling onto the grass-softened earth!
Her young brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a virginal, teenage human, being attacked and actually raped by a wild dog, as if she were a female of his own kind!
Oh God, was it really taking place? And why did she think of a wild dog as "he" rather than "it", as if the brute were himself human? There! There! She'd done it again… "himself"! It had to be his spellbinding, hard animal-cock that was wildly filling her burning pussy-hole! Never in her life had she felt so lust-filled, or even known the lewd, obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked, fucked, and fucked some more until she was almost dead from the joy of it!
"Oooohh… ooohhh… yes, yes… do it! Do it to me like that!" Nancy hissed with a trembling whisper, twisting her earth-dirtied, young face to gape back and up at the panting beast vengefully fucking into her. She knew he had impaled her all the way up to the testicles on his huge animal-cock and heedlessly reveling in newly discovered joy at its unnatural possession of her newly awakened young cunt!
She breathed a sensual moan of passion from her lust-moistened lips, and began to move uncontrollably backwards with rhythmic gyrations to meet Lobo's ravaging thrusts. His forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms, and she began to wantonly undulate her curvaceous young body back at him in the perpetual undulations of the female whore down through the ages.
Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, the teenager's intuition told her that with them she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the massive, wild animal fucking inhumanely into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, dammed away the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only youthful, secret lust filled her now as she rotated her white, smoothly rounded young buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beast's wildly plunging cock, giving her naked self fully to the erotic wonder of the lewd animal fucking she was receiving back in her now eagerly absorbing young pussy.
He would spare her because of his sexual attachment, realizing she was more than a friend, perhaps a mistress, a female he had taken from his enemy, the man that had caused him so much pain. And she knew as well that they – every man in the valley – would not rest until this wild brute was dead, once they learned what had happened to her! There was no one to tell the ugly truth, to reveal the whorish manner in which she was voluntarily grinding her lewdly spread nakedness back onto the huge dog's beautiful driving cock! Animals couldn't speak, couldn't talk about their master's indiscretions!
Lobo knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of her desire-clenched vagina back onto his thrusting length of hardened maleness, an inbred, unquestionable sensation of male domination momentarily sparking the depths of his wilderness keened brain. The lower, more base instincts of her soft, human body had taken control, even as her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he humped more heavily up between her open buttocks. Such were the inevitable plights of the human, had once been his own, and perhaps would be again – but now!
Nancy wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her tightly clasping pussy! God, she was little more than a disgusting whore, but she'd never even imagined such erotic bliss! Just to see it, to see it fucking in and out up inside her hot, wetly clasping cunt lips that had never known more than her own tiny finger! But, at best, she could only visualize the orgiastic spectacle, the mere thought of their lewd, unnatural coupling sending unknown, salacious excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal-flesh, sensing the rivulets of moisture building wetly in the smoothly rotating crevice of her plump labia. Then, she felt the tiny streams beginning to dribble down the backs and rhythmically working tendons of her supple inner thighs, while the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her!
In and out, in and out, Lobo rapidly fucked the slavishly kneeling girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the open, dark cellar, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human rape of her helplessly naked young body. His powerful, hardened penis was bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever, he knew, and therein lay his revenge upon the black man that had hurt him. Between each thrust, he sensed her tender young vaginal passage relaxing, then swallowing his solid length back up inside again and holding it fast in a hot, hungry clutch of eagerly working cuntal muscles and feminine flesh. He saw her smooth, white body tense and relax again and again beneath him as she began to moan incessantly. His great organ seemed to grow and harden even more when he felt the soft, fleshy ridges inside her hot contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.
Again, she twisted her head to look back at him and he witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the coming scream half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side her, long chestnut-hair flailing about her naked shoulders. She had reached the beginning paroxysm of female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded, white buttocks hotly and crazily back against him like any of the rutting bitches of his own wild dog pack. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy, buttock flattening humps up between the soft, furiously undulating mounds of human, female-flesh. Once more, she screamed, this time, her cry piercing the hot day while she rammed deliriously back onto his huge thrusting hardness, and he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting loads of its hot, wet semen in ropy, bullet-like spurts deep up into her young hungrily-clasping vagina!
Lobo felt her smooth, rounded buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against his hotly emptying testicles, uncontrollably hollowing and tensing, indicating the zenith moment within her voraciously quivering young belly. He felt the thick, wet combination of their orgasmic release flowing out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her hot, clutching young vaginal channel ravenously squeezed and pulled at his rapidly spurting, throbbing penis.
She fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked dark hair of her ravished young loins, as she breathed heavily in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness, raised his head, and across the warm, empty valley, an eerie howl of triumph split the heavy silence, heard by only very few.
Mark's cock was painfully distended and hard, pink with the head purple with blood. There was only one thing he could do with it, what he would have done to Priscilla a year ago without a second thought. But this was DesirЋe, his future wife, and he knew he should wait. But how could he stop himself? His body moved over the lovely blonde's quivering nakedness and her thighs tried to press together to hold him off, but in her burning arousal with this young man that she loved so passionately, she lacked the strength to prevent him from insinuating his hips there between. The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.
DesirЋe sobbed with excited panic, her big, firm tits heaving up against Mark's hairy chest. Just the feeling of him against her tender nipples was enough to drive her mad. Her hands tried to push against his chest but ultimately only succeeded in grasping with a claw-like urgency at his shoulders. One of her nylon-clad knees raised up and her unshod foot rubbed sensually up and down over the back of his lower leg.
Oh, Mark, my darling! Oh, oh, ooooh! her mind screamed. Visions of her parents' faces, the eyes of Pastor Hemmings, swam accusingly before her face. She was betraying their trust, she and Mark both were, and it caused her cheeks to burn with shame. Her love had raised up on one arm and was holding his thing, his big penis, in his hands, pointing it there, at her vagina, nudging it against the sopping furry lips of her femininity. "Oh, God, no Mark! You've got to stop." She squirmed her hips to quell her need but only helped the cock's tip nuzzle a good half inch inside her pussy. "Oh, no!" she gasped. "Mark, pleeeease!"
From his vantage point, Clete grit his teeth and held his breath. He could see the councilman's prick sinking into the pink-lipped, virginal cunt, and his own jealousy was only exceeded by the excitement of the erotic sight of what appeared to be the girl's impending deflowering. He saw DesirЋe's hips squirm again defensively, saw her pert buttocks part and her tiny asshole twitch with apprehension.
"Mark! MARK!" And then Mark was bearing down with his slender hips and driving his hard shaft into the girl's chaste vagina. DesirЋe gave a throaty moan as she felt herself stretched and entered, her hymen tearing easily before the onslaught of the virile, invading penis. Somewhere far away, a dog gave a wolfish howl, and a frisson of eerie fear played down the nape of DesirЋe's neck as Mark's hard, insistent penis thrust deeper into her burning, wet love channel. The young man gasped as he felt the loving caress of her cuntal walls along the throbbing length of his cock.
"Oh, no, Mark," she gasped. "Oh, no!" And she felt his cock sliding deep, deep, deep into her hungry vagina. Mark gave a groan of rapture, and without moving, began to throb his penis inside her, gently stretching her virginal channel, finding the most sensitive spot inside her.
"Ooooohhh… Yes, darling… Yes, darling," she moaned.
He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat commenced a soft opening and closing as it swallowed his throbbing shaft.
He did not move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsing into the pierced lovely beneath him. Now, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair. Her head lolled from side to side in a semi-conscious state, as her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling fleshy spit. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.
There was no longer pain, DesirЋe reasoned nebulously. Her body was involuntarily coming to life. A maddening electric tingle had burst into being within her womb and surged relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, dancing like wild demons across her milky-white thighs, coursing the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the sensitized tips of her pink palpitating nipples.
"Oh, Dezzy, I love your pussy, I love you," he groaned as he felt his pubis push against her wet cunt. His hips began to move automatically in the age-old motions of fucking, plunging his cock, at first slowly, and then with a building tempo, into her tight, unused vagina. DesirЋe felt his hairy balls flopping against her tingling anus and, in a sudden spasm of surrender, raised her thighs to grant his easier access to her gushing vagina.
She was doing it! Actually doing it, having sex with Mark! And her brain swam with the reality of it. She was so glad of many things now: that they had left Chicago, that she had met Mark and fallen in love, that she had waited to learn about sex rather than accepting any of the many offers she had had in her first year at the university back in the big city. Mark had now introduced her to a new world, and right now, his thing in her pussy was all the world she wanted to know. It felt so good, so complete, so warm and intimate! She never wanted to know or touch another man in her life. The feelings were amazing, his chest pressed against her breasts, his motion between her thighs, the collision of his testicles against the sensitive area below where his… his penis… was thrusting so pleasurably into her hot, wet hole. She felt her pussy gush another flood of lubricant and she blushed at the liquid sound of his cock in her cunt. Oh, oh, oh!
Only a few feet away, jacking his giant shaft in his hand, Clete watched the action through bulging eyes. Damn, here he was, watching her first fuck from close up. Almost like doing it himself. Well, not quite. No, nothing like it, and he raged inside that that faggot Mark Denning had got there first. He knew he should be with Nancy right now, fucking her, but he was so wrapped up in this angel-bitch's deflowering that she had slipped his mind. He watched her honey blonde hair tossing on the blanket, her knees lifted high and spread wide while her thighs flexed rhythmically on either side of Mark Denning's humping hips.
Clete saw the young man's puny cock thrusting avidly into DesirЋe's pink-rimmed pussy, the inner cuntal lining clinging lovingly to the withdrawing shaft on the outstroke, then folding back inside on the instroke. As the innocent, sexually-awakened girl fucked her cunt mindlessly up over Denning's unimpressive, thrusting cock, low, throaty noises of passion and wonder came from her trembling throat, nothing like the soprano sounds she emitted when she sang in the choir. Clete saw that her whole underside, buttocks and bottom cleft, were slick and shiny with the juice that dribbled from her almost virginal sexhole. The pure and untouched angel had been replaced by a fully aroused and wanton slut! Clete stroked his giant, black cock faster and harder. Damn, he wanted some of that pussy!
While the sheriff watched lustfully from his subterranean viewpoint, DesirЋe felt the passion growing in her belly, radiating from her oozing, hot vagina through her inner thighs, womb, and up to her breasts. So this was what it was like, this filling of her private feminine passage with the meat of her adored Mark. She wondered that she had been able to go through her teens without experiencing this joy with one of the many boys who had paid court to her, but she was also very glad that she had waited to share this moment with this man she loved so deeply. As his deep thrusts found a secret, sensitive part of her burning vagina, DesirЋe groaned and her hips began to shake uncontrollably. Clete saw her dig her heels into the ground, her plump asscheeks bouncing up and down on the blanket beneath, and he knew she was about to come. A gush of liquid from her pink-rimmed cunt bathed her lover's balls and he gave a reflexive moan as he felt her tight pussy sucking the come from him. He felt the semen dart upward from his balls and his gaze locked on her steaming, blue eyes as she gave a grunt and began to shudder with her climax.
DesirЋe began to whimper with the deep feeling of her orgasm as his sperm streamed into her eagerly clutching vagina, filling her belly with his hot, comforting cream. Mark's thrusts became frenzied as he continued emptying his sperm into his beloved's cunt for the first time, groaning in his chest and spasming, his cock ramming back and forth in her pleasure-giving hole, his balls slapping wetly against the sensitive dimple of her anus. DesirЋe kicked her long, shapely legs up straight, then folded them around Mark's humping ass, her heels digging into his buttocks while his prick squeezed out the very last drop of his semen into her grateful belly.
The girl seemed to go completely limp, her heels dropping and her knees splaying out widely, lying relaxed on the blanket, her eyes half-closed but totally unseeing, unaware that Clete was watching from just a few feet away, pumping his cum into the dirt while Mark's leaked obscenely from her just-fucked vagina to pool on the blanket beneath her glistening asscheeks.
From far away came the sound of a dog or wolf howling again, startling all of them. Her eyes opened and she whispered up to her lover, "What was that?"
Clete reeled his giant penis in and tucked it away in his pants. He had heard the howling and now he remembered Nancy. He should get back to the truck and phone Hank, his deputy, to run over to the old house and check on poor Nancy. She must be worried about why he hadn't shown up. He would have to think of a good excuse.