"Then I'm gonna eat out your pussy, baby ... gonna stick my tongue up your tight little cunt and work it around 'til you snap your legs around my head."
"What? Who is this?"
Kathy Parker stood in the darkened hallway, her legs shaking as the receiver rested hotly against her ear. The dirty phone call was the second that week. And the raspy voice at the other end sounded as if it belonged to the same man.
"I wanna do real nice things to your body,"..the voice went on. She could hear his uneven breathing. She squeezed the receiver in her damp palm. Kathy knew she should hang up and call the police again. But something inside her made her hang on and listen to what he was saying.
"Listen, if you keep this up ..."
"Hey, baby, I'm already up. Man, I'm workin' my fingers around a nice long hard dick-ohhhh yeahhhh," he sighed brokenly. "A hot, hard cock, ready to slide right up between your legs into your pussy."
Kathy flushed. Her hand trembled. The woman had to lean against the wall for support. Thank God her daughter wasn't around to see this. Of course, she would have immediately hung up if that were the case. But Patty was out having fun, the kind of fun Kathy had always wanted but never had. Oh, how sometimes she resented her daughter and her ways! Relations had been strained between them lately, especially concerning her dating habits. "Mating habits" were what Kathy called them the last time.
"I'm gonna eat those pretty tits until you start moanin' like some bitch in heat."
Kathy felt dizzy with heat. She panted hard, felt herself swaying drunkenly back and forth as the voice droned on.. How strange it was-and yet that voice, how familiar!
"No, I don't want to hear what you've got to say any more!"
"Then why don't you hang up?" The voice chuckled. "No, baby, you dig this ... I mean, really dig dirty calls. But chick, you're gonna dig the real thing when I come over soon and take care of that hot cunt of yours.
"You ... you animal!"
Kathy trembled, feeling so high she thought she was going to pass out.
Twice she made the move to put the receiver back in the cradle. But her muscles wouldn't seem to move like she wanted them to.
"Yeah, and that's what you dig, right? Man, I'm gonna fuck you ... I mean really fuck you."
Kathy felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her cunt flooded hot juice out.
"... real slow. That's how I like to do it. I'll even let you put it in. You ever put a cock in your hole? You ever touch it when it slips in?"
"Oh!"
Kathy couldn't believe the turn the conversation had taken. He was getting really vile now.
"My cock's dark at the tip ... real dark and big. You'll feel it when it slides in 'cause it'll stretch you like you ain't never been stretched before. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you squirm and cry ... "
"No, no, never!"
"Bet I can make you come twice," the man said, laughing softly.
"I'm hanging up now," she warned, gulping in lungfuls of air. She'd heard that man before ... but where? "And when I come over and fuck you, you ain't gonna be the same woman.
Baby, when you're finally able to walk you ain't never gonna want a cock that ain't as big and fat as mine."
That was enough! Somehow Kathy managed to move around and hang up the phone. She stood in the dark, one hand on her chest while her pussy felt as if it were swollen open. Oh God, what was happening to her? She was a mature woman, over thirty-three with a teenage daughter. Of course she was divorced. But did that mean she'd hop into bed with the first good-looking man who came around? Or in this case, phoned? And how did she know he was good-looking, or even young? He probably was some old pot-bellied pervert who got her number from the book.
"Oh!"
She was so hot ... so terribly, terribly hot from that phone call.
Life was miserable enough without having this itchy ache throbbing between her legs. Kathy was having trouble with her daughter. Even at school Patty was giving her instructors a hard time by flirting openly in class. Kathy was afraid her daughter would come home one day with a long face, set her books down on the kitchen table, then announce she was pregnant. Oh, how that would make her sick.
Kathy put one hand up to her burning forehead and stumbled toward the big living room. That was how she'd trapped herself into marriage ... her and Ken. What a disaster that had been! Married at eighteen, divorced at twenty-nine and forced to raise a daughter by herself. Of course Ken didn't even bother helping with child-support payments let alone any kind of physical aid. He was always too busy dreaming about the "big deal" of his life, the deal that had always kept them in the red. Thank God for her job at the hospital as a ward secretary! That plus a small inheritance from her mother and father had kept the two of them going fairly well for the past few years.
"GOD!"
Kathy felt she needed a drink ... some vodka to sooth her frazzled nerves. Those phone calls started this week. At first the woman didn't think it would matter having someone calling her names. But whoever this was struck a nervous chord in her soul, one that made her hair stand on end every time the phone rang.
Nervously the woman poured the clear liquor over ice, bringing the tall glass to her lips. Oh, how good it was to feel the burning sensation in her throat and belly! That would ease the pain and excitement gnawing at her cunt. Of course, Kathy had thought about singles clubs, even going out with some of her girl friends at the hospital and meeting men at bars.
But then she thought of Patty, of the responsibility she had in raising a teenaged daughter. No, she couldn't feel as if she were tramping around while her daughter was running wild in the streets. As it was, it was hard to reign in the perky blonde girl.
"Ohhhhhh!"
That sensation between her legs wasn't going away no matter how much vodka she'd downed. Of course; Kathy wasn't surprised she felt like this. It had been three years since she'd gone to bed with a man. With Patty around it was just too complicated, too embarrassing, too ... awkward. And besides, sex for her had been to this point only mediocre. Ken was never terrific in bed. Why should she take a chance on another man and find out he was the same way?
Still, how could she get rid of that irritating electric spark sputtering over her clit?
"Who is that?" she snapped suddenly, hearing soft padding sounds down the hall. Two lights barely illuminated the cavernous living room. A shape slid through the doorway. Kathy relaxed. It was only Alpha, their four-year-old male German shepherd the woman had bought for protection. "Good boy," she slurred a little drunkenly, bending down and petting him between his pointed ears, then stumbling a little drunkenly to the couch. It was so warm and close in the room! It had been a very hot August in Los Angeles. Even tonight the air outside seemed to hang stuffily around the city. To save money Kathy hadn't bothered putting on the air conditioning, although the thought occurred to her now to do it. But first she'd finish her drink.
"Good boy, good," she murmured absently, taking another long swig. She was wearing only a brief halter and pair of shorts. It felt so good rubbing her legs against one another like that. It even stimulated the feeling pulsing between her legs.
"Uhhhhhh !"
Her breathing was becoming shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. Could she bring herself to masturbate? That was an act Kathy always had trouble with, ever since her mother had caught her that time in the bedroom playing with herself. She'd been shamed in front of the family, then slapped nearly unconscious for doing such a "filthy thing." Since that terrible time the woman hadn't ever been comfortable touching herself. But tonight seemed to be one of those rare exceptions when masturbation would be preferable to suffering.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
Suddenly it dawned on Kathy that Alpha was becoming friendly-perhaps a bit too friendly. He was rubbing his sides against her legs, then twisting his head around and licking the soft spot behind each knee.
That rough, hot wet touch made her heart skip a beat. Kathy squirmed uneasily on the couch, taking another drink and moving away from the whining German shepherd.
Alpha tilted his head curiously, his dark-brown eyes sparkling in the dim light. The fur around his neck bristled out while his tail swished back and forth jerkily. There was something in the way he stared at her that told the woman he knew she was hot. Could he smell her? Could he tell her cunt was so hot, so mushy that it was dripping with juice, bursting apart at the seams like some over-ripe piece of fruit?
Kathy pushed her knees together and-stopped her undulating movements.
Her body was telling the animal something she didn't want him to know.
"Back, boy, back."
But Alpha seemed to have a mind of his own at this point. He was lapping at her ankles, then moving down and growling as he tore the sandals from her feet.
"Ohhhhh ! "
Kathy giggled drunkenly as she felt his tongue lap along her toes and the soles of her feet. She kicked playfully at the dog, nearly knocking her drink over.
"Stop it, stop it, Alpha," she whispered. That licking was making her more excited than before. She had to stop the animal before this got out of hand.
Kathy got up, deciding to go to the bedroom. There she'd lie alone and touch herself, thinking about cock, thinking maybe about that man who kept calling her up and telling her he was going to fuck her.
"No!"
Alpha was following her, making muted growling noises in his throat.
He nosed between her moving legs, nearly toppling the woman. She slapped downward, beginning to feel a little nervous about what was going on.
Kathy was halfway down the hall when she felt his nose slide between her moving thighs and bump the underside of her cuntal mound. Things had gone too far. The drink slipped from her hands, crashing onto the hallway carpeting. The ice tumbled out onto the rug while the glass rolled against the wall.
He was touching her with his tongue, lapping wildly at her calves and ankles. Enough was enough! He had to be taught a lesson. Kathy tried to kick at him. But he slid easily behind her.
"Damn!"
Kathy felt his hot breath on the inner surfaces of her thighs. She felt giddy and blamed it on the vodka. Was it the dog that was making her more and more excited sexually?" No, that was impossible! That sort of thing was what dirty jokes and movies were made of. Something was wrong with the dog. Maybe she'd forgotten to feed him or change his water. Kathy made a mental note to take him to the vet tomorrow for an examination.
"OHHH, GET AWAY!"
He was more insistent now. The darkened hallway whirled around her.
The woman stumbled, down the hall, finding herself suddenly trapped in a corner. He was licking her now, licking the woman's knees, then wetting her ankles with that swathing tongue. Oh, it felt ... felt so damned good! Kathy couldn't turn to face him.
It was awful! She had to get away from him. But his growling and snapping terrified her. It was obvious the animal didn't want her going into the bedroom. The living room! It was the only way out.
Maybe she could sneak outside. There would be fresh air there, something to clear her head with until Alpha calmed down.
The German shepherd's nose pushed hotly against her cuntal mound again. She felt the soft cotton of her briefs being pressed up between her puffy cuntlips.
"Alpha ... ohhhhh!"
Why was she shaking so? The swelling, whirling ball of sexual hunger in her belly made her pant as frantically as the dog. Kathy grasped frantically at the wall, working her way back to the living room.
Already the material pressing against her pussy was soaked with doggie spit.
"This is horrible!" she gasped, her words sounding so small in that empty house. She could smell herself and wondered if the animal did as well. Of course he did ... and could probably taste her through her dampened shorts. That was what was turning him on.
"Bad dog, bad!"
But Alpha didn't care what she said. She felt the dampened cotton being stretched away from her body, felt the surface of the dog's hot tongue graze one exposed cuntlip. Gasping from the wild tickle created by that touch Kathy shoved her hands down to cover her exposed cunt.
The animal licked her fingers, nuzzling them while whining.
"Oh, what's happening to me? What's happening here?"
Kathy kicked the dog in the face, sending him scurrying away temporarily to a corner. She was safe at least for a few minutes. At the doorway, the woman realized Alpha was directly behind her.
"AHHHHHHH!"
The touch of his tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart nearly brought her to her knees. Alpha growled low in his throat, bracing his paws on the carpet as he shoved up and in. Her knees shook, bending dangerously as the room swirled around her. What was she letting happen to her? He was only a dog, a Goddamned animal! She'd never heard of anything like this happening. Well, there were lots of jokes about this sort of thing. And in Mexico Kathy had heard about some women who fucked dogs and even donkeys for money. That was something else, however. They did it for money. But here ... "Get AWAY!"
Alpha pressed harder. She felt her asscheeks tight against the wall.
Kathy couldn't pull away from him. She couldn't make him stop. The strength she had earlier seemed drained to a secret spot.
"No!"
Somehow she'd managed to break away again and run into the huge front room. She was panicked now, feeling hunted. Alpha padded after her.
Yes, German shepherds were supposed to be highly intelligent dogs.
This particular one was supposed to be part wolf as well. She'd seen Alpha once in a barking fit when a couple of vagrants tried to break in nearly a year ago. She remembered how his fangs were bared and how he nearly tore the throat out of one of the men. She remembered this now as the dog closed his teeth on her, nipping at her ankle. He hadn't really bit, but the sharp brush of his teeth there made her choke with fear.
Kathy stumbled, then fell, sliding across the floor. It was what Alpha wanted. He pounced, his paws landing on her thighs. He nuzzled at her ass. Kathy was panicking now, her eyes widening while her mouth opened to let out a muffled shriek. No, she couldn't scream. How could she explain this to the neighbors, who undoubtedly would come running over? How could she explain to them how things had gotten too far with the dog? They shouldn't have even begun! She'd never be able to stare them in the eyes again. And what would Patty say?
"Away, get away!"
It was useless! Kathy turned on her back, clamping her thighs together as he nuzzled her. The woman chilled as she stared at him. He seemed to know what was going on. The thought that he possessed the slightest bit of intelligence frightened her.
"No, no," she murmured to herself.
Alpha ignored her protests and started licking her again. Her halter had nearly slipped off her tits.
"Oh God, please ... "
Please what? Did she really want the animal off her? That terrible, urgent itch was getting worse. Maybe the dog would take care of it for her. Ohhh, how good it was feeling his tongue licking across her navel, then up to her tits! For an instant Kathy considered taking off her halter and letting him lap at her stiffening nipples. That was the one thing Ken was good at ... tit play. Oh, how she loved it when he cupped his mouth around her nipples and sucked hard while fingering her pussy! It was the only thing he seemed to do right.
"Mmmmmm!"
Her cunt ached from the tension of sexual lust she'd felt for the past few months. And what was wrong with this anyway? It was just friction ... only the rubbing of one wet surface against another. She couldn't be expected to do nothing while the animal was licking her off, could she? Of course it was a dog's mouth, an animal servicing her when she couldn't bring herself around to get a man. That was the sad, sick part. She couldn't find the nerve to go out and get a man, yet she thought nothing of spreading her legs for an animal!
Those questions faded as Alpha pushed lightly between her thighs and whined.
"Oh, please ... don't!"
Alpha was licking up higher, coating her inner thighs with doggie spit. Kathy looked heavy-lidded at him, wondering where this would end. Could she actually go through with having him lick her off to ... climax? The thought made her giddy.
TWO
Alpha was trying to reach her spit-soaked panties again. His tongue stretched the material. To her disbelief Kathy found herself moving her ass up and down, pushing her hips forward to the animal. At the same time she was sliding one hand up to her tits, cupping her fingers around one of them and squeezing down hard. She was aroused, terribly aroused by the licking German shepherd. The slick, sloppy sounds of his tongue against her shorts and her thighs filled the room, mixing with the moans issuing from her throat.
"No-OHHHHUHHHHH!"
Alpha whimpered, moving his snout from side to side. The wet cotton pressed hard against her inner cuntlips. It forced them widely apart.
In the distance Kathy could hear the barking of other dogs. Did Alpha hear them? Did he care?
Kathy stretched out her hands, catching the dog's head in her hands.
She stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes. Was she the kind of woman people would make jokes about in the future? Was she no better than those sluts down in Tijuana who got on their hands and knees and let donkeys stick cocks in them?
The woman shoved him away. But Alpha wouldn't give up this easily, not after he'd come so far with her. Growling the big dog shoved on, his eyes slitting, his ears laid back.
"You can't, you just can't," she wailed.
How easily she'd been able to control him up to this point. Something had happened in the past few minutes. The positions of master and pet had changed radically. Kathy sucked in a ragged breath as Alpha opened his mouth wide and pressed those sharp front teeth into her fleshy thigh. He hadn't really bit her. He was just showing the panting woman who was boss.
"NO!"
Kathy clutched at her tits again. The animal pushed his broad shoulders against her thighs. She felt her legs being pushed apart, loved letting it happen. What did it matter any more? There was a tingly weakness all over her body, a weakness being stimulated by that wonderful dog. It was like the sensations she had just as she woke up after having those erotic dreams. They were strangely enough about Ken, although it was a Ken she'd never known. He was kind, considerate, good in the sack!
"Ohhhhh ! "
Alpha seemed to be going crazy. He gouged his claws against her white, shivering thighs and stuck his long nose up and down her furry, wet slit. She could see that her hot juice was wetting down the short fur around his nose. His nostrils glistened with it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, spreading those cuntlips apart. He touched her clit again and again, making the woman shriek with delight. Kathy had to stuff her fingers into her mouth to keep from crying out too loudly. The sloppy cotton crotch panel had twisted, pulled into a rope that fell to the side and exposed the swollen cuntlips. He was having at her now, licking without restraint at the glistening, tender cuntal surfaces.
"AHHHHHHH!"
It was so good, sooooo terribly, awfully good. Kathy stuck out one leg and fanned her toes. The excruciating tickle was getting worse. She knew she was building steadily toward orgasm. And yet the woman couldn't understand completely what was going on. She was coming, coming in the mouth of an animal! This was awful, terrible, something she should be horrified over.
But instead the woman was reeling with the hungry need to increase the stimulation of his tongue over her pussy. If only his tongue were harder, longer, stiffer. Then it would be a dick, a cock-like thing that would bring her off in a second.
The phone suddenly rang. Kathy stiffened, kicking the animal away. She was dizzy, hardly able to crawl to the receiver. Alpha lunged over her back again, diving his head between her legs again. Her panties were pulled into a tangled rope between her asscheeks. The dog wet her there, nipping her flesh teasingly. Kathy was crawling for all she was worth, groaning, kicking back at the dog. She dragged herself forward on her belly, her cunt almost completely exposed. The dog moved again, shoving part of his black muzzle into her pussy slit.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Kathy kicked back again, drawing herself up onto the sofa and taking the phone off the cradle. Maybe it was Patty needing help, her daughter needing ..
"Hey baby, you didn't have to hang up on me before. What's the matter, had an orgasm?"
Oh God, it was him again! And this time she didn't have what few defenses she normally had.
"No, stop!"
Surely he could tell something was up from the raspy, breathless tone of her voice.
"Yeah, yeah, you really dig this, fucking, gonna suck your cunt, put my mouth on those hot lips and suck 'til you ain't got no juice left."
Alpha took advantage of the call and forced her thighs apart again. He was pressing the sloppy folds of her pussy back to give himself room to lick at her dripping clit. Alpha wiggled his nose against the mouth of her pussy. Kathy sucked a deep breath in and collapsed backward on the sofa, her thighs spread helplessly for the dog. She could no more stop him now than she could hang up. She was ashamed about these sensations. But, oh, what a wild combination this was ... those hot words and the dog's tongue.
"You still there, babe? You wanna take my dick up your cunt and milk it? Baby, it's gonna feel real nice havin' my balls drag over your snatch."
She raised her knees, letting them fall farther apart. The dog yipped with delight and scooted forward. His tongue licked over her clit. The sound of that tiny nub being pressed down into her swollen cuntlips made her gasp with excitement. That man was breathing hard into the phone.
"Yeah, suck that cunt so hard you'll think half your guts are comin' out. Then back to my dick. Baby, I'm gonna make you suck that dick, make you give head. You ever give head?"
"Noooooo!"
Kathy felt the dog pushing his tongue inside her cunt. It was as if he were searching for something. What did he think was inside her body?
What could a stupid animal know?
"Yeah, gonna watch them cheeks puff out while I drive my dick down your throat. Maybe I'll let you take my jizz. I can come lots of times in a night. You ever swallow cum, baby? Ever have that white stuff splash down your throat?"
Kathy started moving her ass up and down fast against the steady, wet rubbing of Alpha's mouth. She couldn't keep her body still. She tilted her hips as far to one side as they would go, then moved it back the other way. Her glistening cuntal flesh stretched, opening more and more secret hollows to the dog's nipping fangs. That familiar voice driving her half mad along with the dog's attentions. Justin Shoenrach, her husband's best friend. Why did his face come in front of her?
"And I bet I can make you come as many times as I do. After we get over the first time you're gonna buck and hunch up against me, beggin' me for more dickmeat."
"No, no, no," she panted.
"And you ain't gonna know when I come. It may be tonight, a week from now, you won't know. But when I get there, baby, you'll know."
"Oh no, NO!"
The voice slipped from her mind as the phone slid from her shoulder.
His voice sounded far away, as if it were coming out of a tunnel.
Kathy groaned and heaved her ass wildly as the growing orgasm peaked.
She knew the man could hear her groaning and carrying on. But there was no way she could keep quiet. She was dimly aware of the squawking phone as the full power of the spasms exploded over her.
"AHHHUHHH!"
What was she letting happen? She was coming, actually reaching orgasm with the big dog under her. Her bare feet slammed against the floor while her fingers raked the dog's thick coat of fur. Her ass pranced on the sofa while her head rolled over the back cushion. Yes, oh yes, it was wonderfully good. While the firestorm of lust raged over her climaxing pussy Kathy jerked and bucked, loving the sensation of Alpha's teeth nipping along her cuntlips. He was still licking deep into her tight, hot hole. She could feel his spit dripping down her thighs and ass.
"OH!"
The receiver tumbled off the couch cushions and hit the floor. That voice was so far away now. But his words had gotten to her. The words and the sex-hungry animal and her naked, spit-smeared skin had all gotten to her. She was coming hard. Each hot, delicious sting of lust made her whimper madly through her nose. She was like the animal, whimpering through her flared nostrils as he was. She whipped her slim hips back and forth against those dripping, cunt-chewing jaws.
"Fuck ... uhhhhhohhh fuck ... "
She even thought of Ken. It wasn't his face so much as it was his body, his cock. It would be wonderful to have a stiff, long, thick cock in her. It seemed so natural, so right. Why was she having such a hard time adjusting herself to that fact?
Alpha was growling lustily, wiggling his mouth back and forth. He kept licking until she couldn't take much more. Images of Ken were taking over her mind now. She'd divorced that son-of-a-bitch, and now she couldn't keep her damned mind off him.
Well, it was just the fact he was a man, that was all. Any man would do at this point, even that strange creep phoning her.
"Ohhhhh!"
Now in her imagination she saw a faceless man straddling her, a ten-inch prong sticking out of a hairy groin, its dark, cum-dripping tip inches from her face while his balls tightened and pressed hard against his dickroot. Yes, it was that man, going to force her to blow him, then take his cock between her legs and fuck the shit out of both herself and him!
"Damn, damn!"
Kathy curled her fingers, digging the nails into her sweaty palms.
There was no Ken, no man, no anything except the growling animal still between her legs! That was all left to her ... a dog, a damned dog!
Groaning with horror Kathy slid from the couch, kicking the receiver in frustration. A steady whining sound came from the receiver, indicating the man had given up and rung off.
Kathy walked to the bathroom holding her head with Alpha behind her nipping her heels. She had recovered enough to overpower the animal, kicking him with more purpose than before. Alpha realized this and retreated, deciding to wait for a better time.
"What's going on with me?" the woman asked, skinning off her halter and briefs once the bathroom door was closed and carefully locked. She stood against the shower stall, staring at her naked body in the full-length door mirror. She certainly was attractive, tall, long-legged, smooth skinned with those petite features women of French descent had. Her long blonde hair curled around her thin shoulders, still gleaming with youthful luster. Her thighs, belly and tits were still firm while her waist remained tiny. Yes, she had a better body than most teenagers. With all that going for her why had she let the animal do this to her? Peering down at the wet, tangled blonde cuntal thicket between her legs Kathy felt sick to her stomach. Oh, she'd done a terrible, vile thing. Step inside, wash it all off, she thought.
Bending down, the woman turned on the water, twisting the nozzle and letting the shower water splatter hard against her naked body. She soaped herself down again and again, hoping she could wash away the memory of what had happened along with her cuntal juices and Alpha's spit.
Minutes passed. At times Kathy thought she could hear the phone ringing or hear Alpha scratching madly at the bathroom door. What was her life turning into? Surely she could stop this madness before anyone really got hurt. Tomorrow she'd have, to go the phone company and get her number changed. Patty would howl, especially because she spent hours on the phone. But surely she'd understand the reason for changing numbers when the problem was laid out to her.
"Oh, that damned dog!" she whispered to herself, toweling off and standing nervously by the door. Would he attack her when she opened it and scurried to her bedroom? Slipping the sheer white nylon gown over her shoulders the woman bit her lip, twisting the doorknob slowly.
He was gone! Kathy sighed in relief. She flipped off the bathroom light and padded into the living room. The receiver still lay on the floor, a whirring sound coming from it now. Carefully Kathy replaced it back in the cradle, praying to God that pervert wouldn't call again. It was getting late. Glancing at her watch she saw it was nearly midnight! Surely Patty should be coming in ... that was when she set the curfew. After that it was anyone's guess as to what teenagers did. She wasn't going to have her daughter coming home swellbellied.
"Alpha!"
The German shepherd was standing in the doorway again, his tail up in the air, his dark pink tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth. No, no, she couldn't face another session with that wild animal. Tripping over the phone cord Kathy regained her balance and rushed past the growling dog. He would have to satisfy himself some other way.
Slamming the bedroom door shut, the frantic woman moved one of the heavy high-backed chairs against the knob. She leaned against the front wall, her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. God in heaven, she had felt a strange tingle as soon as that damned animal popped into sight.
"Oh, oh, OH!" she cried, sinking to her knees, burying her face in her hands as tears spilled over onto her cheeks. It was terrible, awful what was happening to her. She was turning into a first-class slut, a whore, a woman whose sexual appetites sank to the gutter! Rocking back and forth Kathy dug her fingernails into her scalp, praying God her daughter wouldn't inherit the same powerful drives that now were ruining her.
*
*
* But the woman's prayer was in vain. Some ten miles away Patty was struggling in the front seat of a '69 white Ford Mustang.
"Come on, Patty, no one's gonna see us," Jack Brailsford said, his hand slipping back under her low-cut blouse.
"Are you kidding? We're in the middle of Westwood," the girl said, shoving the high-school football player back a third time. They had seen a nine-o'clock movie at the Fox Theatre, and Jack then suggested they smoke a little pot in a secluded grove behind the Veteran Cemetery on Veteran Drive.
"Come on, nobody's around ... except the dead ones," he chuckled, taking another hit on his joint. The smell of burning marijuana made Patty's head spin. She hadn't taken much pot in school or behind the house. What she had smoked had done strange things to her. Even now she was going through the motions of shoving the insistent handsome young stud away. She was really eager to take him on even though her mother had warned her repeatedly about doing "it" with boys.
"I ... I'm not going to let some guy take advantage of me, then get me knocked up and leave me alone," Patty said firmly, pinching the young teen's arm. "Now are you going to drive me home or am I going to have to get out and phone my mom? If she hears from me you know she's gonna call your folks, and ... "
The implication was clear. Jack took another drag, then flipped out the tip.
"Yeah, yeah, I got the picture. You just don't have what it takes. You don't know what the hell to do anyways," he grumbled, moving away from her and fishing in his pockets for his keys.
"I do too," Patty said, feeling stung. She knew as much as most of the girls at school-maybe more. But she wasn't going to let some man stick his thing in her and leave her pregnant.
"Yeah, well, if you know so much you wouldn't be afraid to ... "
Jack let his voice trail off, shoving the key into the ignition and starting the car. Patty settled back into the seat, her lower lip stuck out in a pout. She was hot ... hot enough to throw away her mother's well-meaning warning and let Jack do what he wanted. But how could she be sure she wouldn't get knocked up ... wouldn't come home with news that would get her thrown out into the streets?
"Where are we going?
Patty realized they were heading around the cemetery toward UCLA.
There were, hardly any homes or businesses along the way.
"Gonna see just how much you know."
In the dark the girl could almost see Jack smiling smugly. The green lights of the dashboard illuminated his hands, arms and lap. It was his crotch that caught Patty's attention at once. She could tell he was hard. And just at that point Jack moved one hand down from the steering wheel and grabbed onto the zipper tab.
"Don't!"
Patty felt panic as she heard the sound of Jack's zipper sliding down the double row of teeth. She didn't say a word as he pulled his pants open, freeing his cock.
"Stop the car right now and let me out!" she gasped, feeling sweat breaking out all over her body.
"Okay, right here?"
Jack stopped the car and chuckled. They were in the middle of nowhere.
It was dark. Patty was frightened. He had her where he wanted her, trapped in his car, his fat dick sticking straight out of his Levi's!
THREE
"Get away from me, you creep!"
Patty bent down to pick up the sandal that slipped off her foot.
Behind her Jack was running quickly, his trousers zipped up again.
"Get back here!" he demanded. There was a new tone in his voice, a tone the girl didn't care for. She looked around her frantically. Up front above the high eucalyptus trees she saw the glow of the Westwood lights. All around her, however, was open field ... that and the cemetery several blocks ahead. Patty felt chilled at the thought of traipsing through a cemetery at night. "Let me go!"
Jack was holding her by the shoulders now, shaking her violently. In the moonlight she could see his jaws firmly set. There was determination in his eyes as his fingers bruised her upper arms.
"You're hurting me. Let go or I'll scream," she threatened, feeling her chest tighten with real fear.
"Like hell you will," Jack muttered, shoving her down to the ground.
He had pulled over in a grove of pines and let Patty out, following her out into this open field shortly after she scrambled from his car.
"Oh!"
He had knocked her to the ground, knocked her to the ground!
Patty screwed her eyes up to him, rubbing her sore shoulders with both hands. The night air was starting to grow cooler and damp. He was breathing heavily, one hand rubbing that bulging crotch. Patty knew he was going to rape her if she didn't have the sense to give in. But something perverse made her inch away from the big young teenager. The unmown field grass tickled her knees and toes as she backed up.
"You little shit. You think you can prance that little ass of yours around school and get away with it?" Jack was purposely working himself up.
"Man, you ain't gonna," he said, letting out a shuddering laugh. "No way, 'cause I'm gonna take care of that cunt if no one else will."
"No, NO!"
Patty scrambled to her feet, spreading her arms widely apart for balance. She slipped on the wet grass as she spun around, pitching forward, giving Jack enough time to realize what she was doing and catch up.
"OOWWWWW!"
He'd grabbed her hair, filling his palm with several blonde strands.
Curling his fingers around them he jerked her back. Patty screamed again, her arms shooting out, her eyelids flickering as her knees buckled and she fell to the ground again.
"What are you doing?" she gasped in disbelief.
Jack still held her hair. He jerked her close, her mouth striking the side of one leg. Her lip cracked. She could taste blood. This was medieval! Moaning the young woman curled her fingers into two fists and started beating wildly at the football star's legs. She thought about punching him in the groin. Jack must have read her mind.
Growling, he stepped to one side, dragging her in that direction.
Patty followed, her hands now beating at his arms. She could feel several of the roots tearing from her scalp. Was he going to snatch her bald? The pain brought tears to her eyes as she crawled helplessly along in that grotesque position.
"Man, it's gonna feel real nice sinkin' my cock into your cunt," Jack whispered.
Patty glanced up and saw they were crawling toward a grove of tall bushes.
"No, oh God, let me go!" she wailed.
"Sure, yeah," he answered, saying nothing more until they were by the bushes. Patty sighed with relief when the big man let her hair go, then stepped behind her. "You gonna scream again?"
Patty cringed, feeling defeated. He'd beat her. Something terribly savage had been suddenly released in the young man. She didn't dare do anything against his will.
"No," she answered in a weak voice, shaking her head from side to side.
"Good," Jack said, smacking his lips in triumph.
The blonde teenager watched breathlessly as Jack unzipped his trousers again, pulling his flannel checked shirt from the waistband. He had the fixed stare of a hungry sewer rat as he stared hotly at her. And when he pulled his fat nine-inch cock out the girl let out a gasp of surprise. In the car it hadn't seemed that long, that thick!
"You like it, eh, baby? Plenty of the girls around here dig it. Man, you ain't gonna want nothin' else when I get through with you." With that, Jack pushed down his trousers and freed his balls.
"Oh!"
A flash of terror made the girl back up. Patty knew she should try to fight him. But staring at his long dick made her terrified. She didn't want that thing popping her cherry. It was bad enough he was going to rape her ... but fucking her with something that long would surely tear her to pieces!
"I told you to stay still!" the young boy growled.
Patty tensed as he raised a hand. He let her retreat a bit back toward the bushes. While she knelt cringing he advanced. In a moment the blonde teen realized some of her hair had snagged on the branches.
Whimpering she desperately thrashed the bushes with her hands, trying to free herself. Jack laughed, watching the wild scene for several minutes.
Then, as Patty watched helplessly, he drew one hand high above his head, letting it fall down in a sweeping arc toward her head. She held her breath, tensing for the blow that would surely follow.
"AHHHHHH!"
The force of his open-handed slap knocked her to one side, tearing her free from the bushes. Patty lay there, trying to catch her breath as the sting of his fingers against her right cheek made her sob.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she whined. Nothing had prepared the girl for this. Her mother had never told her some men were violent like this. Besides, Jack wasn't a man yet ... not really. He was just a teenager. He was the school's star athlete as well as a top scholar.
Teachers and students alike admired him. Patty had thought herself fortunate catching his eye and getting a date with him this evening.
She never would have guessed he could turn into such a sadist!
"`Cause I want to."
Jack let her cry for a moment. But the excitement was building quickly. He slid his shirt off his shoulders, then bent down to slip his shoes off. Patty criss-crossed her arms over her tits, curling her fingers over her shoulders as she fought for control. No, he wasn't going to have the pleasure of watching her sob hysterically during this rape. And it was a rape, wasn't it? She didn't have the slightest bit of excitement now.
Or was that a lie? In spite of the rough treatment, or perhaps because of it, the blonde felt a spasm pass through her pussy, making her clit tingle. She could tell she was getting wet down there between her legs, her unplowed cunt growing hot and swampy. An excruciating tickle was starting to pulse deep in her body. Oh, what kind of horrible woman was she turning out to be? Her mother was right when she called her a little slut a week ago.
"We're gonna have ourselves a nice fuck session," Jack said, finally stepping out of his trousers.
"You can't, not with that ..." she whispered hoarsely, pointing to his donkey dick.
"Yeah, with that," he responded, scratching his cock and balls.
Patty had slid back a little, watching that huge cock bob from side to side. It was so thick, thick and heavy across the head. She could tell even in the moonlight the head was darker than the rest of the rope-veined shaft. Patty tried to guess the width across the head. It seemed broader than two inches . . . that was all she could be certain of. It was much too big to fit inside her cunt. Patty couldn't believe Jack thought he could fuck her. Maybe he thought she'd been around the track several times.
"I ... I've never done this before," she stammered; glancing uneasily up at him.
"So what? Gotta be a first time for everybody," he said, shrugging, then advancing at her.
Patty could imagine the pain, the blood her mother had told her about the first time a woman receives a man between her legs. The stories made her crawl back. Jack moved quickly, taking her by the shoulders and shoving her back hard on the grass.
In a second he was on top of her. She felt his hands roaming freely over her body, pawing her naked belly, then sliding up to her tits while his knees pushed hers apart. Patty closed her eyes, her mouth a tight scar while the cords in her neck stood out. This was it, the rape she'd been dreading for the past few minutes.
There was a tearing sound, then the sensation of her tits being freed.
He'd ripped off her halter! "NO!"
Jack covered her mouth with one hand, telling her if she made another sound he'd slap her silly. The girl groaned, feeling his callused fingers rubbing over her lips. With his free hand the big stud started fondling her tits, pinching her nipples, making Patty groan with pain and . . . dare she admit it to herself ... with delight.
"Yeah, you're really gonna like this," he growled, pulling his hand off her mouth after he was sure she wouldn't scream.
"Please, don't . . . do that with . . . oh God," she whispered, wanting to cry hysterically.
Jack didn't pay attention to her protests anymore. He held his hands at her sides, then moved them forward, curling his fingers around the waistband of her shorts. There was more ripping, then the sensation of the cotton material sliding down her legs. Only her nylon panties stood between her cunt and his dick.
"Nice, real nice," he breathed, staring at her lithe, thin body.
Patty felt a flush of pride. She saw he was wildly excited here in the open field. The desire to fight him, to try to escape had faded. Now she waited, not knowing exactly for what. That, she was sure, Jack would show her.
With a groan the big man lowered his head, kissing her shoulders, then sliding down to her tits and licking those sore, itchy nipples until Patty heard herself groaning back.
"Told you I'd get you hot enough to dig it," he muttered, chuckling with triumph.
Patty didn't care what he told her. She groaned again, circling her arms around his back. He had beaten her, slapped her, called her all sorts of names and threatened her. And yet there she was, moving her ass on the ground, letting him touch her in all those forbidden private places! The young woman was confused, the pulsing in her cunt making her less and less rational. Slowly Patty was growing excited past anything called sanity.
"Oh, OHHH!"
Patty was panting, feeling very very weak. His hands moved down her body, tracking every curve. They finally stopped at the elastic waistband of her panties. She felt him sliding the briefs down. Ohhh, she was wet, awfully wet down there! It was the worst she'd ever been like that!
"Nice and hot and wet. Just the way I dig it," Jack muttered.
Patty bit her lower lip, hurting herself by touching the spot that had cracked open earlier. The girl gasped as the panties peeled away from her soaked cuntlips. How itchy that sensation was as the material trailed across her super-sensitive pussy.
"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna make sure you like every second of this. You're gonna want me between your legs from now on," he sighed.
Jack lowered his head suddenly between her thighs. At first Patty couldn't figure out why in the name of God he'd gone down there. Then she felt his mouth touching her cuntlips and the girl stiffened. A man putting his mouth on her pussy! The thought of it horrified her. Her mother had only told her about one position . . . the missionary fuck position. That sounded bad enough. But this?
"OHHHHHH!"
She felt his hot rough tongue moving gingerly along the flesh just to the sides of her puffy cuntlips. He was teasing her, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her thighs while blowing gently through her cuntal thicket. Patty wailed, rocking her ass from side to side.
The girl moved her body instinctively, surprised at her own attitude as Jack toyed with her.
"Oh, nice hot pussy," Jack moaned, feeling the heat from between her legs warming his cheeks and mouth. He growled, licking up between the swelling pussylips. Patty thought she was going to explode when he stiffened his tongue and shoved it inside.
"OHHHHH NOOOOO!"
The girl arched her back, supporting herself on her shoulders and balls of her feet. Her body trembled mightily as if she were suffering a fit. Jack was pleased, licking harder, even snarling. He sucked and lapped, drinking in the gouts of pussy juice oozing from her hairy slit.
Patty almost went into shock. His lips slid teasingly against her inner cuntlips, his teeth gouging her too. But that tongue! How was he doing it? In and out, in and out! He was actually fucking her with it, making her instinctively hunch back into his face. His fingers were pinching her thighs, his thumbs edging back toward her tight little asshole. Patty felt her cunt swelling against his mouth. Yes, this had to be one of the best feelings she'd ever had in her life. He could go on sucking and tonguing her all night!
"Yeah, yeah!" Jack moaned, backing up and picking several wiry cunthairs from between his teeth, then going back to her pussy.
Patty felt his tongue scraping around the narrow, hot tender fuckhole.
He was drinking up her pussy juice like a man thirsting for water. He sucked her raw, his cheeks caving in from the massive vacuum. For a while the girl thought he was going to tear her cherry loose.
As the blonde teen moaned and twisted under him he slid the tip of one thumb down, down her tight wet little asscrack until the ragged nail was pushing hard against her shitter. Patty protested, trying to wriggle away from the new intruder.
But Jack persisted, finally jamming it in up to the joint. The girl felt an incredible flash of heat shoot up from her shitter to her clit, making that tiny sex organ twitch and sputter deliciously.
"Oh, OHHHHH!"
Her flesh glistened with sweat. Patty felt her fingers tearing at the field grass while her ass pranced around in tight little circles.
"You move your butt real nice," Jack said. He was kissing up her belly, moving then under her tits, mouthing one then lapping at the other. Patty could smell her cunt on his cheeks. She felt faint.
"Pregnant ... you're gonna knock me up!"
"I don't use rubbers."
Patty panicked. She was pinned under him, helpless. Wouldn't it be a terrible joke if she wound up carrying his baby? What would her mother say? Her life would be ruined!
"Oh no, no, let me go!"
"Don't worry, babe. You ain't gonna get knocked up ... not the way I do things." "But ..."
It was useless to protest. If he wanted to drill her hole with his dick all night he would and Patty would just have to suffer the consequences. But there was something so honest, so self-assured about his last statement that the girl relaxed somewhat.
Jack new what he was doing. She'd have to settle for that.
Then she felt something hot and hard and stiff pressing against her outer cuntlips, already forcing itself through. Her pussylips flattened back. Jack's fat, slick, throbbing cockhead slipped back and forth, picking up her slickness, brushing against the tingling clit.
"Oh, damn, DAMN!" Patty cried. He was teasing her with his dick, shoving it into her tight little hole just a bit, then drawing it out, dragging his balls over her thighs. Patty was trying to catch her breath. At times the girl thought her heart had stopped.
"Beg for it, chick, beg for it!"
"Oh yes, yes," Patty sighed, wallowing her shoulders against the soft grassy ground. "Yes, give it to me, ohhh God, yessss!" she hissed.
"Relax and you're gonna enjoy this as much as I do."
Patty tried real hard to relax. Slowly she felt her cuntal muscles softening. Jack put his tongue in her ear, flicking it back and forth, making her almost giggle as he tensed his hairy buttocks and shoved down and in. To her disbelief and delight, Patty felt his cock slipping past her pulsing cuntal muscles, screwing deeper and deeper into her body. "Ohhhhh!" she shuddered.
The ridged bar was inside her now. Patty shivered with the sexy feeling of her cunt being filled with cockmeat ... completely stuffed with that fat bar of dick. Not too many girls could brag about taking all of his cock. Of course there was the matter of her cherry ... "STOP!"
Just at that point Patty felt him strike some barrier. Jack muttered something, telling her to brace herself as he drew back. Patty cried out for him to stop. But it was too late. There was a rushing sensation as the football player drove his prong into her hole. With a shriek Patty felt her cherry tear loose.
FOUR
Patty lay quietly on the grass, her face turned away from Jack's. She was crying silently. He had fucked her all the way. The full nine inches of his cockshaft was stuffed inside her, pushing out the sides of her pussy to the maximum stretching point. The blonde teen couldn't believe the sensation of her insides stretching out around the big shaft.
"Man, you're nice and hot and tight and fine, Jack murmured.
The young woman sucked in a choked breath. That was all well and good for him to say. But what about the pain, about the blood she was sure was oozing from her cunt slit? He'd torn away her cherry,. made her into a ... whore! The thought of facing her moral mother in a few hours terrified her. She was already late. When her mother accused her of all those terrible things Patty would have to agree with her. Yes, she had fucked a boy tonight, she had let him touch her pussy and tits and then ..."Ohhhh!"
Jack mistook her groan for a sigh of delight. With a grunt he started fucking her again. "Uhhhhh ... it's ..."
"Man, relax, baby, relax."
He pressed deep again. His balls nestled against her buttocks. He was all the way inside her again after drawing out a few inches. He was fucking her, fucking her regularly. So this is what her mother had told her about, cautioned her about! Slowly the girl started to fuck back. The prickly sensations of grass against her moving butt told her she was already warming to the task. The sharp pain that had nearly knocked her unconscious before was fading under her rising sexual heat.
"In! In! In!" Patty whispered shamelessly. The girl moved one hand down around her stretched hole. She felt down inside where his cock was, had pushed apart the soft, gushy cuntal walls. No, there wasn't much dick left to go inside. He had the full length buried in her body and now was moving his hips from side to side so she could feel it stirring up her insides!
"Uh, UHHHHHH!"
Patty felt herself coming apart with the shivery fires of her sexual hunger. Jack was holding himself still suddenly. He jerked his hands up and pinned down her shoulders, growling that if she moved again he'd knock her out. She instinctively knew that he was close, close to shooting his wad inside her body. The thought of male jizz spattering her pussy froze Patty into a statue. The two of them lay quietly in that field, feeling their hearts beat wildly.
"Okay, okay," he whispered, sighing with relief.
Patty was glad he'd gained control of himself. It was so hard to keep still, especially with his hot, throbbing rod' trenching out her hole.
She was rocking her hips now, loving the sensation of that huge dick digging against her pussy.
"Man!"
"Oh yes, yessss!" she hissed between clenched teeth. It was so good, much better than she'd ever felt before in her life! This was even better than having his mouth sucking on her pussy! Patty was moving her butt around like a bitch in heat. She couldn't have kept still if she'd been tied up with barbed wire. Fucking was more important to her now than anything, than her mother, than what her friends would say if they knew what she was doing.
Jack moved his hands up, holding her face and kissing her passionately while giving her short, jerky fucks with his dick. Patty cried into his mouth, whipping her legs up around his lower back and scissoring them tightly. The two of them rolled to the side, then back over again, their bodies pumping and grinding against one another. Patty moved her body back, her hips grinding frantically against Jack's. She rocked forward and backward, feeling his cock pulling out until it was just inside the powerful ring of muscles guarding her pussy. Patty felt those muscles buckle, tightening around the fat prickhead, making Jack cry out again. What a sensation it was knowing she had that kind of power over this man who only a short time ago had been dragging her around by the hair, slapping her while he tore off her clothes.
"SHIT!" he cried.
His strangled cries made her burn. Patty released her cuntal hold on him, then clenched down again. When her pussy muscles were tight around the shaft she tossed her ass around with crazy, frenzied movements. Jack sounded as if someone were stabbing him in the back.
He fucked her like a maniac, pawing her tits, banging his hips against her body until she thought she'd be black and blue.
"Stop it, man, stop it or you're gonna bring me off," he warned.
"I can't ..."
Patty was telling the truth. She moved her ass around like a wild animal. She had no control whatsoever. Finally, with all the will she could muster, the blonde stopped again. But even keeping her body still couldn't keep her cuntal muscles from rhythmically milking Jack's rod. The circle of muscles tightened, relaxed, then tightened again. Each time it closed down on Jack's rod she felt those velvety pussy walls stroking him closer and closer toward climax.
"Touch my balls," Jack whispered, closing his eyes and sucking in a ragged breath.
Patty did as she was told. Her fingers moved once again between them.
Finally she cradled the hot nuts and pressed them up against his body.
She felt something beating there, throbbing like a tiny heart. There was some powerful gland she guessed that controlled his cum. She strayed closer to his hairy asshole, then jerked her fingers back, afraid of what she would find.
"Man, close, close," Jack said, shaking his head to knock off the sweat burning into his eyes.
"Oh, so am l!" Patty blurted out.
"Then you gotta finish me off. Suck me, baby," Jack ordered.
"Suck!"
"You gotta take my cock in your mouth ... " Patty's throat shut in fear and disgust. "I don't think I can ... I can't!"
"Shut up!" he snapped. There was that old tone in his voice, a tone that had an implied threat of more violence if she didn't obey. "Turn around so I can eat your pussy."
His words sent a quiver of heat rushing through her belly, radiating down to her thighs. She was close, so close she could probably come just by touching herself now. Patty felt as if she were drifting in some sort of trance. But this was reality. She could only obey him.
But to have his dick in her mouth! No, how could she do something like that?
Patty cupped Jack's balls harder. Something more was happening now.
She felt the huge dick jerking in spasms. It was twitching with the same kind of raging blind fury of her pussy. Each time her velvety cuntal walls leaked hot juice over his cockhead his dick twitched wildly. His prick was only halfway inside her now. Patty could feel the ridge running along its underbelly, that tube where hot jizz would soon be rushing through. She had to make sure that wouldn't happen in her pussy.
"Now, baby, now," he ordered.
"I . . . I don't want to. I want this. Oh, no, it's filthy, awful to do something like ... like you want," she protested.
"No worse 'n what you're doin' now," Jack whispered.
Patty kept babbling as Jack grabbed her slender hips and pushed her backward and down. She let out a cry of despair as the swollen dickhead popped free from her cunt. Her convulsing pussy snapped at thin air. Jack was guiding her, controlling her completely. He turned her around, his dick bobbing there in front of her face. As he spread her thighs apart over his head the girl saw a tiny droplet form at the piss-slit inches from her mouth. That droplet suddenly grew milky and thick.
"Suck me ... suck me or I'll bite your fuckin' cunt."
His words so panicked her that Patty shook away the revulsion. In that second she steadied his dickshaft with both hands and opened her mouth. Jack was shoving his hips up, burying the fat head halfway down her throat.
Patty felt that wild softness take over her cunt as he started mouthing it again. A licking, frictiony heat rubbed over her clit.
Jack was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. From his jerky movements, from his wild cries she knew he was going to pop off soon.
"AWWWWW FUCK!" he cried.
At that point Patty felt the first powerful jet of his cum against the back of her tongue. Soon more and more white-hot cum was spattering against the insides of her cheeks, bathing the insides of her mouth completely with the slimy, bleachy-tasting spunk.
Jack was coming in her mouth! He had his cock shoved in almost to her throat. She could feel the power of his body as it spat out the hot jizz. She felt suddenly half crazed with the wild storm of her own climax. Patty closed her mouth down hard on the jumping cock and sucked as hard as she could. The rod jerked crazily as more and more cum flooded out. She swallowed, coughing, gasping for air as the spilling jizz shot out even stronger than before. How much spunk did the young football player have packed down in his high-riding balls?
The girl felt the sticky globs clinging in her throat. There was the smell of cum in her nose. She didn't care. All the inhibitions about doing this strange sexy thing vanished. Maybe there was nothing wrong with sucking a man off. Certainly she didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. That, it seemed, had been her mother's chief hangup about her going out with boys. Well, her mother didn't have to worry about her daughter as long as she kept dicks in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, noooo!"
Patty felt as if she were dying. She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from her chin. Jack moved his hips up and down again.
The tip grazed her teeth again and again, more globs of cum shooting out.
The two of them fell over sideways. Her hips danced over Jack's sucking mouth. He tongued at the seeping cuntal tissues. Raking his tongue over her clit, he held on to her tightly until the excruciating point of excitement peaked. Her climax was like a terraced hill, each layer more intense, higher than the other. She had her knees spread about as far apart as she could get them as he nursed her sputtering pink clit. Patty thrashed and grunted, dancing her shivering buttocks while the big young man ate her cunt completely.
Patty had no idea how long her cum had lasted. But when she finally rearranged her slender body so they could lie side by side she saw Jack smiling rakishly at her.
"You're one hell of a fuck, know that?" he said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
"Ohhhhh, I don't know ... know if I did the right thing," she stammered.
"Baby, you give head like a pro ... and fuck like one too. We gotta get down and fuck again, you know?"
Patty wanted to say yes quickly. But modesty made her demure.
"Come on, I gotta get home," Jack said, running his fingers through his long black hair. Patty sat on the ground, resting her head on her hand and watched him dress quickly. He seemed not even to notice her as he slipped his dick back into his Levi's and zipped up. Men!
"Hey, you two, what's goin' on?"
Patty froze. The voice boomed out of the bushes. Police? She could imagine what would happen if the authorities were to clap the two of them in jail!
"What's it to you?" Jack brayed defiantly.
"Maybe we should try to be nice," Patty suggested in a whisper, feeling her hair stand up on end when she saw two bikers climb out of the bushes. They were big ... bigger than Jack. Both of them had thick black beards and moustaches.
"Not a bad show," the tallest one commented, wiping his nose with his fingers. "But you gotta fuck 'er good 'til she can't talk. You know, work her over like," he said, slamming his knuckles harder and harder together. Patty cringed, drawing her clothes protectively over her snatch and tits.
"What do you want?" Jack asked, his voice breaking.
"We was sleepin' back there when you two woke us up. We kinda feel you owe us somethin', right?" the first biker said, turning to his buddy, then glancing down at Patty. The blonde teen immediately knew what he was talking about and shivered, drawing closer to Jack.
"Hey, we don't want any trouble. Just let us go and . . ." Jack began.
"Man, you ain't got a choice, baby," the biker retorted, pulling a switchblade out from his belt and flicking it open. The long steel blade gleamed in the moonlight. Patty drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening with real terror. They were in trouble, and there was nothing or no one around who could help them.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jack asked, his hands out in front of him. His voice was breaking while his eyes darted around, searching for a path of escape. Patty felt the fingers of one hand tighten around hers. She got the message. She'd have to scurry after him.
"You just wait in the car, junior, while we show the girl what real men feel like between her legs, right Al?"
Al, who looked like something that had just crawled out from behind a rock, grunted in approval, scratching his groin with one hand. Patty shrank away farther, wishing she could find a rock or something to hurl at these animals.
"Just let us go."
The first man let out a sharp laugh, then slashed the long blade inches away from Jack's nose. The young football player was caught off-guard and stumbled backward, carrying Patty hurtling after him.
"OH!" she shrieked, her clothes flying in one direction and her in another.
"Hey Rick, he's gettin' away," Al shouted, throwing himself on top of the screaming, wriggling blonde teen. Patty was breathing hard, trying to twist out from under the big man who was hunching into her ass and pinching her tits and thighs. He was hurting her, biting her neck, trying to paw every part of her sensitive young body at once.
"Like hell he will," Al muttered, scrambling after the fleeing Jack.
Patty peered through the blonde hairs hanging over her face and watched the lead biker tackle the football player. There were sounds of a violent struggle followed by a sharp cry. Patty's blood chilled.
It was Jack's scream that ripped the air. Had Rick killed him, spilled his blood in this cemetery?
"You get 'im?" Al asked, pulling back from the young girl for a second.
"Naw, he's breathin'," he said in a hoarse voice, closing the blade of his knife and shoving it back in the leather belt holder. "Just knocked the fuck outta him. Come on, let's take the bitch on our cycles back to Cudahy," Rick said, scratching his balls again. "We got a real nice place you gotta visit."
"No, no, let me go," Patty cried, her face turning red and pinched as she stared in horror at the two bikers. They were filthy! She could smell their unwashed bodies and clothes ten feet away. And their breaths smelled of stale beer and cigarettes!
"You ain't got a choice. Man, I'm so fuckin' hot I could fuck 'er here," Al said, unzipping his trousers.
"NO!" Patty shrieked, dragging her torn clothes forward covering herself once more.
Al swore, then clamped a hand over her mouth, motioning with the other to his buddy. The two men dragged her kicking, biting and wriggling behind the bushes and into a ditch. Both bikers realized they had a warm, hot prize they weren't going to share with anyone.
Patty tried biting the hand pressing her lips hard against her front teeth. But Al was determined to keep her quiet no matter how hard she chewed on his fingers. When they dragged her into the brush the prickly overgrowth whipped her face, snagged her hair, scratched her body. Her clothes were left behind as they dragged her into a clearing surrounded by what looked like felled fresh trees and shrubs. Al dropped her, the fall knocking the wind out of her.
"Man, the way she was fuckin' that kid over there she's like a goddamned bitch mutt in heat."
Both men squatted, holding her down by the knees and shoulders. Patty knew it was useless to beg, but couldn't suppress a whimper. Her eyes were big, unblinking. Her heart stopped with terror. Al moved one hand up to her right tit, taking hold of it and fondling the large jug.
Rick did the same. The men were fondling her tits, pinching the stiffening nipples, rolling the fat, high-riding boobs while commenting on how hard their cocks were.
Patty couldn't believe what was happening to her pussy. Aroused when Jack used a little rough treatment back there, Patty's cunt was a boiling volcano with these two. Unlike what she'd felt with Jack, her terror of being hurt was adding to her sexual delight. Her eyes racing down she could see their pants were swollen and could guess how red and throbbing their dickheads were.
Trying more to escape from herself than from the men, she darted back, struggling from Al's grasp. On her knees she ran backward into the brush. Stumbling she fell on her ass. Both men laughed, then got hold of her again and pulled her back into the clearing.
"The little cunt likes to fight. Bring the rope here from my bike,"
Rick said, pinning her down with his legs and arms.
"Yeah, yeah," Al said, his eyes sparkling. Patty groaned, knowing this was the beginning of a terrible ordeal.
FIVE
Rick threw her against a tree. Patty screamed, the bark cutting her face and arms. She dug her nails into the trunk, sobbing hysterically, her feet slipping on the wet grass. No, this couldn't be happening to her! These men were only some terrible fantasy.
"Stop this!" she bawled.
"Shut up!" Al snapped, wrapping the half-inch line around her wrists, then tying them to the trunk.
"We can't' fuck' her like that," Rick said, reaching down an unbuckling the belt.
"Not unless you wanna fuck 'er in the ass," Al suggested.
"Maybe she's got termites in the ass," Al said, sending the two of them off into laughter.
"But still, I wanna get my dick in that cunt," Rick muttered, sliding his black leather belt from his trousers.
Her curiosity was aroused as greatly as her pussy. The chilly night air, the wild, bizarre mood, the act of being raped by these bikers in a cemetery fired up her pussy. It was as if somehow she'd stepped outside herself and was watching some other young woman being tortured and humiliated.
Patty twisted her head around to see what was going on behind her. Her eyes were wide. Sweat made her naked buttocks glisten in the moonlight, She clenched her cheeks, moving her thighs back and forth.
Oh, what a pleasant surprise it was to find some pieces of bark tickling her swelling cunt! That rough trunk scratched pleasurably.
Bending her knees, she opened wide enough to get her clit against the bark.
"Hey, man, she's fuckin' the tree," Al commented.
"She's hot enough for us, all right," Rick said. Patty heard the snap of the leather being doubled, followed by the crunch of steps on leaves and dead twigs. Rick was behind her. She could hear his heavy breathing, could smell his body.
"This'll keep you nice and hot 'til we get a dick in you."
With that Patty heard the whistling sound of the belt cutting the humid night air. She tensed, shutting her eyes while digging her fingernails into the bark. The weapon slashed across her left buttock, leaving a long red mark on her white flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Patty jerked, her head snapping back while her feet danced on the ground. She drew herself up tight against the tree, letting out a low groan. The heat from the blow radiated pleasurably to her cuntal zone, making her clit tingle as if she'd just taken a spicy shit.
"Get 'er again. She ain't gonna break," Al encouraged his buddy.
"No, don't, I can't take much more," Patty gasped, clawing at the tree. again.
Her helplessness, her pleading, infuriated the aroused men more than ever. Rick licked his lips, drew his hand back and brought the belt down again.
"AHHHHHH!"
Her hair whipped across her shoulder blades while her body pitched from side to side. The rope chipped off pieces, of bark that flew into her face. Patty coughed, rubbing her forehead against the tree trunk.
It was terrible, awful what was happening to her! She heard Rick whipping the belt around his head, sometimes bringing it down against the tree only to frighten her. Then she let out a tiny yelp, flinching as much as she could. The rough rope was cutting the flesh around her wrists, making her beg them again and again to free her. Surely someone would have to be driving by and see what was happening. Jack's abandoned car would attract some kind of attention.
But nothing happened. All she heard was the heavy, uneven breathing of the two men behind her as they beat her ass over and over with that belt.
"I know your type, baby ... nice tight cunts, good tits, jigglin' 'em around guys then goin' home and laughin' about how many dicks you got hard that day, right?" Rick muttered.
"No!"
"Liar!"
Patty tightened her ass, raising her buttocks like two fists.
Gooseflesh erupted. Her cunt closed while her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. It came like an atomic explosion, barely cutting her flesh. Patty groaned, her head falling back while her long blonde hair swept below her shoulders. The girl could hardly keep her balance. The pain was growing more and more intense. When Rick brought the belt down again Patty nearly choked on her own spit. Swirls of bright light exploded in front of her. The sounds of their voices throbbed in her head.
"OOOOWWWW!"
Another blow tore into her other buttock. She whipped her body from right to left; her feet sliding around the base of the big tree. Her tits jiggled, rolling against the rough bark. Again and again the teen begged the men to let her go. What had she done to them? She'd only been fucking her boyfriend, and for that they were doing this to her?
"ARRGHHHHHH!"
Another blow nearly broke her skin. Patty sobbed out in frustration, opening her crotch and forcing her hips into the tree. A shred of bark slid up into her cunt. Yes, yes, that was what she needed, something to take her mind off this terrible torture. She manipulated her muscles until the small object was pressing against her clit. Relaxing her hips, Patty waited until the next blow made her ass jiggle, working her snatch along the sharp-edged bark.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She closed her eyes and felt her skin crawling with pleasure. What a strange thing she was doing, fucking a tree ... and this from a girl who was too demure to let a man fuck her!
"OHHHH!"
Patty let her head fall back as the next blow slammed across both asscheeks. Her spine straightened, her head snapping back. It was as if the belt were a hammer, pounding her again and again into the tree.
She couldn't stand it much longer. She had to have something bigger, something harder in her cunt. Maybe the men would rape her ... but could she call it rape when she wanted it so badly?
"Get that damned log over here before I come all over myself," Rick grunted.
The beating had stopped. Patty sagged in her bonds, sobbing quietly into the tree while she braced her knees against the trunk. Her brain whirled maddeningly around as the men rolled a log to where she was tied. Something knocked against her heels.
"Get 'er up so I can get this fucker into place," Rick growled.
She felt her legs raised by the ankles. The log was propped against the base of the large tree, positioned at a right angle so her knees rested against the other end. The strange angle strained her tied wrists. Patty was at least three feet off the ground. The big log was broad enough to support both knees even when they spread her wide open.
"Man, she's nice and hot and wet in there," Rick said. "Just like a fuckin' broad oughtta be . . . nice and wet."
Patty shivered. It was what she wanted. God only knows it was wrong to enjoy this. But right now having both men pawing her, talking about her pussy and how they were going to fuck her until she'd be crippled for weeks made her hot and eager. The beating, the humiliation, everything turned the young teenager on.
"Yeah, I think I'll be able to get it in," Rick said, kicking a large stone over to a place just behind the log.
"Oh God, God!" Patty sobbed, burying her face in her upper arm.
Rick stepped on the rock while his partner held her legs to the log.
He straddled the blonde, pulling out his ten-inch whanger and rubbing it against her injured, whip-striped buttocks.
"Feel that mother, baby? It's gonna ream the shit outta your pussy.
And it's just the beginnin'. This is the appetizer. Man, wait 'til you see what we got for the main course!"
With that laughing comment the biker hooked his fingers around her boyish hips, bending his knees slightly and letting his fat dickhead slide down her asscrack. Patty tensed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She was breathing deeply, feeling her belly tense and turn over. He was moving his dickrod lower, lower until he came in contact with the upper part of her cunt.
"UNNGHHHH!"
For the second time in her life a cock had penetrated Patty's cunt.
She felt her outer cuntlips peel back, the wet lips cushioning his hard driving upward thrust. She twisted her head, throwing her long blonde hair back and forth. It was wonderful having him fucking her like this! She nearly pissed from the odd excitement racing through her body now. A riot erupted between her legs, making all her nerves sing with pleasure. Her big tits hung down, rolling together and jiggling up and down while her legs kicked back at the fucking biker.
"Man, hot and tight," Rick muttered, listening to his shaft gurgling into her juicy snatch. He pulled back, watching her cuntlips pucker out. He could see the slickness of her juices coating his rod, making the next time he drove in much easier.
"Ahhhh ... ahhhhhh!" Patty cried, clawing the bark in a frenzy. Her belly muscles contracted, relaxed, then tightened again, matching the movements of her cunt. She shook her ass around, making the heavy muscles dance and jump and drive the big man behind her wild.
"She's good, man, she's ... ahhhhh FUCK!"
No, NO! He couldn't be coming! He'd just fucked her. But the sad truth was that Rick had toppled over the edge. He hadn't expected the girl to warm up this quickly to his fucking. In a flash the girl felt something hot and sticky spattering against her cuntal walls. Patty knew in an instant what it was. Jerking her body and nearly falling onto the ground the girl matched his scream with one of her own. She jerked her hips one way, then angled them another, increasing the friction that was already burning up her pussy. Fucking this way after the belt whipping drove her satisfaction to wild, dizzying heights.
It was something the girl couldn't yet begin to understand. Why did the savage acts these men performed on her arouse her so much? She was turning into as much of an animal as they were. For an instant she was hoping they would beat her more, rape her again and again until she was unconscious. What, oh, what in God's name was happening to her?
Rick had fucked her all too quickly, blowing his spunk into her cunt.
She could feel jizz trickling down her inner thighs. He drew out, grunting like an animal.
"Okay, you wanna fuck her?"
"Is she good?" Al asked, staring at the bound woman stupidly.
"Man, she's gonna gobble that mother up when you stick it in," Rick said, pointing to his buddy's thick eight-incher now sticking out of his dirty Levi's.
"Yeah, that's what I need, a cock-gobblin' cunt," Al whispered, rubbing his stubby fingers up and down over his dickhead.
Patty cringed. Behind her she could hear dogs barking. People, families! She imagined her mother sitting alone in the living room glancing nervously at the clock, wondering where her daughter was. It was going to be so delicious to come in late, knowing she'd fucked a man, and act flippantly toward her mother. Now Patty would have given anything to be home now in her own bed, safe between the covers.
Al came over. She tensed, gasped, breathed with a wheezing sound through her flared nostrils. She wondered what further degradation they were going to put her through until they were finished.
"Don't like sloppy seconds much, but ... "
With that the young biker stepped up on the rock, holding her around the waist, positioning her for his dick.
Al was even more brutal than his friend. He was gathering her flesh up in small balls, pinching them cruelly between his fingers. At times he slid his hands up to her tits and played with her nipples, tearing at them so hard the girl thought he was going to rip them off.
Greased by Rick's oozing cum, Al's cockhead slipped with a squishy pop into her cunt as he drilled his cock into her. With each thrust the girl imagined how wide, how long his prick was. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how this scene would look to someone coming upon this clearing unexpectedly-her tied to the tree, her ass thrust back, one handsome biker holding her legs while the other was mounting her, drilling his dick again and again into her hole. It was a picture that made her gasp.
"Man, oh MAN!"
Al was coming, coming nearly as quickly as his buddy. Neither of them gave her enough time to get worked up fully. She bucked from side to side, dancing her asscheeks up and down to increase the friction. If only he'd last a few more minutes, if only he could keep his jizz packed down in his balls for a little longer she'd be able to bring herself off.
"AHHHHHH!"
But fate had other plans in store for the trembling girl. Al shot his head forward, opening his mouth and biting her so hard on the neck she thought he broke her skin. He was coming, filling her pussy with gouts of jizz. Oh, what a night this had been! Fucked three times in under an hour, and all in a cemetery!
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's make sure everybody knows she's our property," Al muttered, drawing his flaccid dick from her cunt.
Patty was still hot. Her pussy simmered as the mix of Rick's and Al's cum seeped from her hairy hole. The threat reached her. But until they got her down it would only be words. After she was down on the ground Patty began to think about what Al had said.
"What are you going to do?" the young woman stammered.
"You think we oughtta carve up somethin' on those nipples."
Patty stayed numb. She couldn't let the terror she felt gnawing at her heart now take over. They were only fooling, trying to frighten her purposely, enjoying her growing horror at their sick conversation.
"Hold her down," Rick rasped. "I wanna be the first one. And since it's my knife, I guess it's my ballgame."
Was he serious? Patty felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it was going to tear through her ribcage. They were stretching her out on her back, the rough ground and debris cutting her shoulders and buttocks. While Al sat on her hips and held her wrists pinned to the ground Rick took out the switchblade she'd seen earlier and flipped it open, holding the blade to her throat.
"Baby, you make any sounds while we're cuttin' up your butt and I'm gonna slit your throat," Rick growled.
"What are you talking about?" she sobbed. No, they couldn't be thinking about mutilating her. No, no, this couldn't be happening.
This was something she heard about on the radio-carved bodies being found by hikers in various canyons around Los Angeles. Would she be one of those victims?
Rick's eyes narrowed as the blade lightly shaved skin from just below her throat. He was going for her right tit. She felt the light pressure in her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, making a narrow groove without drawing any blood. The young girl was paralyzed with terror.
Her eyes were as wide as they could be while her breathing became short and raspy. At any second she expected the pressure to increase, the blade to sink into her flesh.
"AHHHHHH!"
Suddenly throwing her head back Patty screamed. The tension was too much for her. Rick laughed and bore down, making a tiny slit in the smooth tit. Her heels beat the earth, scattering brown and gray twigs around her. Her buttocks stirred dust, flinging mud into her asscrack.
Why couldn't someone hear her cries? Why, oh why, didn't someone come and save her? Surely Jack must be awake now if they hadn't killed him.
Patty screamed again, twisting around as much as she could. But she was unable to free herself. Rick traced a path to the nipple. The biker took his sweet time, enjoying her growing terror and the feel of her body writhing under him.
As the girl felt the knife she realized another sensation was going through her. The numbing terror slowly gave way to a furious heat bubbling up in her pussy. Even as revulsion for her own feelings raced through her, the desire to fuck enveloped her. She closed her thighs, undulating her hips. "Man, this little cunt's lovin' it," Rick muttered, wiping his mouth.
He moved the tip of the blade to her right nipple. Rick made sure he didn't cut any flesh. He was teasing her, teasing her mercilessly with the sharp blade. Patty couldn't take it, beating the ground with her ass, bearing down on her bloated clit, trying to achieve orgasm by herself.
"Man, let's get 'er outta here to some place where we can really show her a good time," Rick muttered, closing the blade and shoving it back into the small holster. Patty felt as if she were going to faint. The men were helping her off the ground, slipping her torn clothing on her and leading her to where their bikes were parked.
SIX
Where is she?
Kathy couldn't sleep. Several times she dialed the number of the police, hanging up the moment she heard the lines connect. What would her daughter say if she were safe and her mother had called out the troops to find her? Relations might deteriorate completely at that point.
But it was almost two in the morning. Patty had never stayed out this long without calling up and offering at least a lame excuse. Something had to have happened!
The woman flipped on the bedside light and slid from her bed. Just as she reached for her gown the phone jangled rudely.
"Patty, where on earth have you been?" she whispered rapidly into the receiver. Fear quickly turned to anger as she pictured her daughter half drunk and God only knows what else at the other end of the line.
"This isn't Patty," the voice whispered hotly. Kathy froze. That man again, calling at this hour!
"Listen, I've just about had it with you! I can't take it much longer," Kathy snapped, her nerves frazzled with worry for her daughter.
The man paused for a moment, then laughed softly into the speaker.
"Baby, you need it bad. I'm gonna come over real soon and take care of that itchy hot little pussy for you," he said.
"What? What are you talking about? No, no, don't do it. I've got a gun. I'll use it, I swear I will," she babbled hysterically in the phone. She was sitting on the edge of her bed now, her eyes wide with fear. A cold sweat broke our on her body.
"Sure you will. I've got a gun too ... a nice thick eleven-inch gun that'll shoot more cum into your cunt than you ever had."
Kathy slammed the receiver back down, horrified at what he'd said.
Gathering her gown about her Kathy decided she'd better go around the house and make sure the windows and doors were all locked tightly.
Maybe leaving on several lights would help.
Bolting into the darkened hall Kathy felt panic rising in her throat.
He could be right outside the house, cutting the phone lines, waiting for the right moment to crash in and pounce on her. The woman stopped in the hall, her ears pricked up, listening for the slightest foreign sound.
"OH!"
Kathy thought she heard something coming at her from the living room.
Her heart stopped while she fell back against the wall. The gun was in the kitchen ... a stupid place to keep it. If only she could sneak into that room ... "Oh, it's you," she said dryly. It was Alpha, standing in the hallway, his head tilted to one side as he stared curiously up at her. Of course she had the German shepherd for protection, although Kathy wasn't sure just how effective he'd be. If the man had a gun he could finish off the animal easily, then come for her.
"Come on, boy, come on," the woman finally said, feeling better as she moved through the house with him than without.
It rook her nearly a half-hour to check all the doors and windows.
Twice Kathy had tried calling the police but had gotten a recording telling her not to panic, that an operator would take her call "in the order it was received".
Sighing with frustration the woman walked to the living room, having pulled the loaded .38 from the kitchen cabinet and placed it on the coffee table. Let that animal come for her now. She'd shot before, had almost won several prizes at the L.A. County fair in Pomona last year.
"Stay, Alpha," Kathy ordered in a stern voice, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her. As much as she wanted the dog around for company and protection the woman was nervous about his presence. She remembered all too well what had happened between them earlier. Of course it was just an accident, a fluke that had let things go so far. But it would never happen again, not if she had anything to say about it.
"Patty," she sighed out loud, trying to get the police again, having the same result as before. Moving her fingers over the steel barrel of the gun, Kathy slowly dropped off to sleep.
It was one of those dreams that tightened her pussy, that made her come just before she woke up. The woman was dreaming of cocks ... of men with long, thick dicks that could satisfy her aching pussy. Scenes shifted. In one she was tied to a bed while faceless men crawled over her body, sucking her tits, pinching her ass, driving their tongues up her shitter while thick cocks reamed out her clutching hole.
Then the scene shifted to a darkened phone booth. A tall thickly-built man was in it, his fingers moving restlessly up and down a cock that belonged between the hindquarters of a donkey. He was whispering dirty things to her on the phone, telling her what he was going to do. Then he hung up, flipped his dick back into his pants and opened the door.
It was at this point Kathy woke up, finding her gown completely opened with Alpha crouched between her legs. No wonder she was having such terribly erotic dreams. The big German shepherd was licking her, his tongue sloshing back and forth over her slit.
"NO!"
Oh God, it was happening again! The big dog was all squeaks and grunts of happiness as his tongue parted her hot cuntal cleft. Juices were flowing freely out of her hole, wetting down the animal's nostrils.
"Get away, get away."
Kathy wondered if her words sounded as unconvincing to the animal as they did to her. The gown clung to her stiffened nipples, then slipped away while her asscheeks moved sensuously back and forth over the sofa cushion. She could feel her juices dampening the soft material as Alpha lapped noisily between her legs.
The woman's legs were trembling. The sounds of his whimpering, his paws scratching over the sofa material drove her wild. Why couldn't she muster the strength to push him away? Oh, what would she do if her daughter were to burst in and find her mother sitting there, sprawled on the couch with a dog between her legs?
Kathy giggled a little drunkenly. That would be a change now, wouldn't it? She'd always worried about coming home suddenly and finding her daughter fucking a man in the living room. Well, maybe it was her daughter's turn to be concerned. After all, she was a person with feelings just as strong as her daughter!
"Ohhhummmmm!"
Kathy struggled backward on the sofa, her heels digging into the cushion as she squirmed away from the panting animal. Her gown slipped from her shoulders, tangling around her wrists. She let out a shivery moan, wallowing her shoulders against the pillows.
"Wrong ... this is wrong," she panted, biting her lips and trying to gain control of herself.
But the animal kept on lapping away, ignoring her light shoves, her pleas for him to stop. Kathy kept telling herself she wouldn't let this go any further. But each time she could have kicked the animal away she refrained from doing anything.
Her knees sagged apart farther while her ass scooted forward toward the big animal. Peering heavy-lidded down at Alpha she could see the angry red point of his boner slipping out from its sheath. What would it be like touching that thing?
Kathy saw her hand creeping up toward his belly. She set her jaw firmly and drew it back. No, that was going too far. There had to be limits!
"Ohhhhhh I "
The woman could feel the velvety wetness of her inner cuntal surfaces exposed now. She felt them rubbing together slickly as she wormed higher on the couch. Alpha climbed onto the sofa, his maw still buried in the wiry thicket of her pussy. He was slurping away, his brown eyes focused on her blonde patch. His fur seemed to be standing up, especially around his thick neck while his tongue slopped in and out of her hot hole. Ohh, it had only been a while ago this had happened and she'd reached a terrifyingly wild climax. And yet how much she wanted to come again with the animal, to feel his tongue actually sticking inside her pussy. Yes, yes, a cock. Once more she thought of that man who had called her up. He said he had inches of dickmeat to feed her ... inches! She wanted to be pinned down to the floor, ravished by that maniac, feel his balls nestling against her cuntal mound while his dick piledrove into her squishy, swampy fuckhole.
"Ohhh-AHHHHH!"
Kathy was prone on the couch now, one leg hooked around the dog's back. She petted him gently just in front of his tail with her toes, giggling, wishing she could increase the itchy ache throbbing between her legs.
The big dog stuck his nose under her cuntal mound now, his tongue wetting her down with spit. He was whining, whistling, wiggling his body back and forth as he stood above her on the sofa. Kathy felt petrified and hot at the same time. The first touch of his tongue had made her shudder. But now she wondered why she'd been so terrified.
Alpha wasn't going to hurt her. He was moving his snout back and forth in a loving way, letting his mouth caress her snatch. Kathy moved her thighs in a counter motion to increase the sensations.
"Ohhhhhhhh my GOD!"
She was opening her cunt up to him, pressing her ass up to his maw, silently begging him to eat her out. The woman made humming noises through her closed mouth as the sensation between her legs grew more intense and concentrated. Her breath was coming in short pants as the animal made love with his mouth.
Smelling her? Was he smelling and tasting her? The thought that he was enjoying this kind of banquet excited Kathy even more. The way he nuzzled his black nose between her slippery cuntlips made her think that. Gently his long pink tongue settled over her clit, petting it while his claws gouged her thighs. It was as if he were trying to stick more of his snout into her.
"AHHHHHHHH FUCK!"
Had she said that? Had she actually cried out and said that terrible word? The way he kept moving his tongue back and forth over the slick red head of her sex spindle was driving her crazy, making her say and do things she didn't really mean.
Kathy realized she'd hooked her hands around the back of Alpha's head and was shoving it in, pushing his pointed snout into her hole as if it were a furry dildo.
"OH!"
She let go, ashamed of her actions. What kind of slut was she anyway?
Did she actually want more of the animal fucking her? Couldn't she have enough? Wasn't being eaten out by a Goddamned dog enough for her?
"Alpha, Alpha ... "
Kathy didn't dare think of what was happening to her. Yes, she knew, she felt the big dog between her white shivering legs. And yet it was better somehow if she kept her eyes shut. The wild desire of her body for a man, for a dick made her shut out everything except for the desire to make the sensation between her legs more intense. Her handsreached down to her belly, her fingers touching the dog's wet nose. He was lapping her wrists, her fingers, her palms. Kathy felt the squishy, hairy mess between her legs. Ohhh, how good it was to finger-fuck herself, to feel the dog's tongue doing the same thing as her fingers.
"Yessssss!"
Kathy groaned, arching her body. Her tits Jiggled like mounds of Jell-O while her chest heaved up and down mightily. She could feel the hot urgency between her legs burning more wildly. Shortly she was going to come, going to blow her mind to pieces once again with a dog.
Alpha sensed the excitement and whimpered heatedly through his nose.
He moved down, lapping at her ass, then going back to her snatch.
Kathy felt completely possessed by the big dog. She wanted him licking her everywhere at once.
"Th ... there!" the woman cried, pushing herself up on her elbows when the shock of her approaching climax hit her full force. The dog was obeying her, lapping at her drooling slit. In a second she'd be coming. Kathy went crazy in that second, her head rolling from side to side while her fingernails raked the animal's fur. Her body writhed against the sofa, her knees snapping together, then flopping back down to the couch.
"COOOMMME!" she screamed, not caring if the whole damned block heard her cry out. Let them think anything they wanted. All she could do was move her ass up, then let it fall back again while the dog buried his maw deeper. She kept pitching on the sofa, bucking her ass against Alpha's opened mouth while babbling groans of pleasure escaped from her throat.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The woman didn't know for how long her climax had ended. When she opened her eyes she was spread open, her gown stained with sweat and cuntjuice gathered up under her ass. Alpha had long since crawled off and trotted into the kitchen to his little box.
What ... what in God's name have I done? Kathy sobbed to herself again. She held her head with one hand. Oh, how her forehead burned, how her brain felt so fuzzy and light! She slid her legs down carefully from the sofa, still feeling ripples from her powerful orgasm. Sitting bent over at the waist, she surveyed the living room listlessly. She had worked for all this, and now she was literally going to the dogs. And to top it off her daughter was missing and it was nearly three in the morning. Kathy reached for the phone, determined to hang on until she reached an officer.
*
*
* Some thirty miles away Patty was being dragged off the bike she'd been clinging to for dear life. They had gone on the freeway, several drivers leering at her scant clothing that was obviously torn, fluttering in the breeze. Rick rode in front of her, telling her to hold on more tightly as she started slipping off the seat. The girl could have easily slipped off ... onto a road that would have surely meant her death. Patty had no other choice than to obey him.
Now they were somewhere up in the foothills above Los Angeles ... Glendora, Patty thought she heard Al say. The homes were few and far between, nestled in gullies and washes. It was one of these wooden homes they turned into, Al's bike turning in right behind Rick's.
"Inside."
When Patty didn't move quickly enough they dragged her inside a small, smelly shack, down a narrow wooden stairway to a dank cellar. The odor of stale cigarettes, beer and urine filled her nostrils, making her nauseous. Patty swallowed several times as her clothing fell away from her.
"Didn't get a chance to give you our special brand," Rick said, taking off his leather jacket.
Hanging it up on a wooden peg
the big man pulled off his flannel shirt, baring his hairy, sweaty chest. He was growing excited ... his hard nipples that tubular bulge just to the right of his zipper told the girl that.
"You'll have one hell of a lover this time, baby," he said, reaching down under a table. It was that table that Al shoved her to, raising her by the waist, then gracelessly throwing her down onto it. Patty didn't even bother to struggle as he knocked her down, strapping her arms and legs in a dissection position. The table, she guessed, had been constructed for torture. The straps were homemade, crudely fastened to the sides of this table with bolts. The small buckles on the straps chaffed her flesh.
When Patty's eyes became adjusted to the dim light she noticed Rick was holding a tapered iron some two feet long and at least two inches in diameter. He was holding the instrument by its leather handle. The tip was a grooved disc an inch thick. It was a cockhead, a dildo he meant to shove into her body. He was going to drive that awful thing into her pussy up to the handle. Glancing up at the big biker Patty could see that that was on his mind.
"OH GOD!" she whispered hoarsely, turning her face away. Her fingers clawed at the splintered wood under her buttocks.
"Man, even now she's hot ... burnin' up the place with her cunt," Rick said smirking. He hefted one big tit with the instrument. "Look, man, at those tit tips. She's good and hard there, 'n you can bet she's juicin' like crazy."
It was too true. Patty trembled for herself and for what was going to happen to her. She watched as Rick swung it to test the weight. it whooshed close to her face, whipping the shadows the room. Then he dropped it slowly to her cunt. The disc pushed through her pussy hairs, then touched her hot flesh. The cold made her shiver and moan.
"I won't hurt you too much," he said.
Rick grabbed at her pussy hairs, jerking them without pulling any out of her mound. He laughed, watching her lust oil spill out and wet down the table.
"Yeah, you're gonna really dig this. You're gonna remember me and what happens tonight for a long, long time," he said, grimly nodding his head up and down. Patty was certain she would.
SEVEN
"No, NO!"
Patty struggled helplessly on the wooden table, the splinters piercing her buttflesh. Rick was moving the disc over her clit. She screamed, straining every muscle in her body against the leather straps restraining her. Oh, it was so good, so awfully good feeling that cold metal against her squiggly cuntflesh. Her pussy muscles were tensing, buckling, convulsing as the biker toyed with her snatch. All around her the girl thought she could hear rats scurrying around in the shadows, their hungry eyes fixed on her the way Rick's and Al's were.
"That's good, baby, go on, milk that fuckin' rod," Rick said, pushing the steel dildo up her pussy.
The final fuck! Oh, it was wonderful. Patty wept with pleasure, her muscles tightening on that cold instrument. Explosions went off in her cunt, echoing all through her body. And the explosions built to a higher pitch, a wild climax. She was actually coming with a rod in her, a steel instrument meant to hurt her!
The girl tossed her head wildly, her hair whipping across her red, pinched face. What did it all mean? What could she make of it? But no, those were questions to be pondered much later. Now she was hoping they wouldn't stop. Oh please, don't stop. Keep turning, keep fucking!
Please don't ... don't ... stop! she pleaded silently.
"Yeah, yeah, it's really good watchin' this little bitch get off.
Course she practically gobbled up her boyfriend's dick out there,"
Rick said, still twisting that dildo.
"Yeah, wonder if he's up yet and called the cops," Al thought out loud.
"Don't matter. They won't find this place," the big man said, his white teeth flashing beneath his black moustache.
Patty twisted, grunted and moaned while the thongs still held around her wrists and ankles.
Rick stared at the rolling tits, her convulsing belly.
"Fire up this damned thing," Rick said, nodding at a large metal bowl from where he'd picked up that poker earlier. There was a small can of Heat under the bowl that Al now ignited. She watched the orange flame spread around the curved bottom, heating the metal and apparently heating the instrument replaced in the bowl. Inside, she guessed, were coals.
"We haven't had a lotta girls down here lately. Been busy, I guess,"
Rick said, peering into the bowl, grabbing the poker by the leather handle and turning it around.
"Yeah, like tonight," Al said, winking at his buddy.
Patty wondered what the two of them were doing in the bushes when they spotted her and Jack. Rick guessed what was on her mind and smiled craftily.
"We been doin' a little dealin' on the side ... mostly college kids, freshmen types at UCLA," Rick explained, drawing the poker out slowly.
Patty's eyes widened when she saw the pointed tip glowing a bright red, its color turning darker up the poker and finally becoming a dark gray. "We were waitin' for some guys when you and your friend came along. Al was tellin' the truth when he said we fell asleep. But the way you two were carryin' on..."
"Yeah, taking you home with us was better 'n makin' a few bucks on some bad pot," Al said, chuckling into his fists.
"Hey baby, you ever seen how flesh turns real red, then gets black and curls under heat?"
Patty turned white, her mouth falling open while a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. What would they do to her? Were they really going to brand her? The teen's eyes bulged out as she stared anxiously at the glowing rod. Her flesh crawled as rick stopped by the edge of the table and started lowering the poker slowly down to her left leg.
"The skin feels real cold at the start," Rick began matter-of-factly, watching the girl's thighs tremble with terror and revulsion. "Then it gets numb before you feel anything."
"Yeah, and you're gonna wear our mark all the rest of your fuckin' life," Al said proudly. He was almost laughing with pride as his buddy moved the poker still closer to her flesh.
Patty was whimpering, her breath coming in short uneven pants. Her heart beat so wildly she thought it was going to burst. Already she could feel the warm glow of that descending rod. It was hot enough to singe without yet raising blisters.
"AHHHH!" the girl cried, dropping her head and banging it several times against the wood under her. Her wrists and ankles rubbed back and forth against the leather restraints as she twisted wildly, uselessly trying to escape the growing heat.
"We done this to a lotta chicks who didn't dig it at first," Rick said, moving the rod now closer toward her cunt.
"Yeah, but thenthey went crazy, almost begged for more," Al nodded.
The two men smiled at one another. It was a peaceful, friendly, conspiratorial smile. Patty felt sick.
"Please, please don't hurt me," she begged.
Rick grinned, enjoying the quivering tone in her voice. The glowing rod hovered inches above her leg. The increasing heat turned a dime-shaped portion of her flesh a brilliant red. Patty groaned, jerking at the bonds and still crying out for mercy.
Ricks smile then dimmed, turning to an expression of concentration as he quickly lowered the poker to her flesh. There was a hissing sound-the instant evaporation of the sweat under the poker.
Patty froze, her fingers clawing at the wood as she waited for the shock of pain to rip through her body. She could feel the sharp splinters knifing into the sensitive flesh between nail and finger as the hissing sound increased. Smoke started rising from the burning flesh, curling in white wisps from the trembling leg. It was just as Rick had told her. There was intense coldness, followed by a numbingsensation. She let out a hoarse, strangled cry of terror and revulsion.
Then the pain hit. She shrieked, snapping her head back and forth as she jerked her arms and legs so hard she nearly dislocated her knee and shoulders. The leather straps groaned under the pressure while the heavy table actually moved several inches on the concrete basement floor. Patty screamed and screamed again, her cries mixed with choked sobs as the burning disc singed her flesh. The growing pain numbed her mind. Her face pinched into a mask of horror and agony while her mouth twisted open and let out howls of rage.
Rick chuckled, taking the poker off her leg and staring down at his handiwork. Patty opened her eyes, blinking away the tears and stared too. There was a large R burning in her smouldering flesh - red, slightly indented. It was what the young man wanted ... his initials burned in her body for the rest of her life.
Patty's cries of pain died away into soft moans and whimpers. Rick slid the poker back into the dish. Above it she saw sparks dance up toward the ceiling. He waited, meshing his fingers together, crackling knuckles, looking into the bowl impatiently. Then he smiled and Patty knew her ordeal would continue.
"Stop it, please, no more," she begged, choking on her spit.
"You love it, baby. You do. Man, you're juicin' like crazy," Rick said, nodding down at her cunt.
It was all too true! As she moved her legs the girl felt so hot, so tight down there. The more pain he threw at her, the hotter and tighter she grew. Patty looked up at the two unfeeling men with curiosity. What on earth had they unleashed in her? What kind of monster was running rampant in her mind?
"Yeah, and when we get through with this we got more for you," Al chuckled stupidly.
"Never mind him," Rick said, making a face and shoving his buddy to one side. The poker swung in his right hand while he fingered his bulging crotch with the other. He was as aroused as she was. "Yeah, you little bitch," he whispered. "You want this as bad as I wanna give it to you."
"No ... my Jesus ... no ... don't .'.. "
Rick lowered the iron. The heat warmed her knees. He took his time positioning the poker, watching as she squirmed frantically and let out a long, low howl.
"UHHHHHHH ... AOOOOOUU!"
The hot iron glowed a red patch between her thighs. Rick was careful this time around not to touch her flesh. He watched the rod redden the tender flesh. Her blonde pussy hair shriveled, smoldering down to her mound. The bitter odor of the burned hair was nauseating. The smell seemed to arouse the two men. Rick's hand shook. The weapon bobbed while his hard-on pushed against the fly of his pants.
While his fingers shook Patty felt as if thousands of tiny fires assailed her cunt.
"God, don't do anything down there to me. Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me ... there," she pleaded desperately.
Of course Rick ignored her ... or more specifically, ignored the meaning of her cries. The iron slowly advanced. Patty tried to shrink away, but the thongs held tight. The heat was baking her crotch, burning into her convulsing hole without ever touching her flesh.
"OHHHHH!"
The heat curled into her cunt, passing through the wet walls and touching her clit. It felt strangely like a hot, sucking mouth.
"No ... EEEEEEEE!"
Patty screamed, digging her fingernails into her soft fleshy hips. She was having another climax ... yet another orgasm during this whole, filthy scene of degrading torture.
"Love it, bitch," Rick spat out, his hand wavering, the iron nearly touching her cuntlips. "You really love it."
"No, no," she wailed, turning her face away from the men.
"Fuckin' liar," he said, moving the iron still closer to her pussy.
The heat curled into her pussy like a fist, punching the air out of her. Patty twisted and writhed on the table, her ass bouncing against the wooden top. She was actually trying to fuck that awful thing burning up her pussy. The young teen didn't realize what was going on any longer. All she could do was grunt and scream and groan and try to get that terrible, wonderful thing knifing into her clit deeper into her cunt.
"Christ," Rick said,. throwing the iron away.
The sudden absence of heat between her legs was a shock to the young blonde. She opened her eyes, staring wonderingly at the two men.
Rick's eyes were glazed over as he fumbled for his zipper. Al followed, trying to guess what was on his buddy's mind.
"Get 'er off. I ain't gonna fuck her on the damned table."
The wound still throbbed in her left leg. But Patty was so hot, so aroused and confused by what had happened that she embraced the idea of a double fuck. Yes, she wanted two dicks, two hard dicks ramming her, gouging her body as she came and came and came.
"Over here," Rick indicated with one hand, pointing to an old mattress on the floor.
Al quickly unbuckled the leather thongs holding her to the table, raising the moaning naked teenager up and carrying her to the indicated spot.
Patty moaned softly, catching glimpses of the men peeling off their clothes. In the dim light and in her distress the only things that registered immediately were that they were both big, muscular, hairy, and had two of the largest cocks she'd ever seen in her life! Then the girl giggled as Rick settled down next to her. How could she compare when the only dick she'd ever seen was Jack's?
"You ain't gonna be laughin' when we get through with you," the big biker said sullenly.
With that he pulled her buttocks apart, keeping them tugged wide as both his thumbs caressed her inner cuntlips. Patty knew she was hot ... dripping hot. The movements of his thumbs caused the girl's cunt to start lubing even more. The slick liquid made Rick's fingers click against one another. The sound. made Patty moan louder.
"No, no, ohhhhh GOD!"
Could she come again? After all that had happened did she have the energy to take on this young man and his friend? Of course she knew the answer. Her pussy seemed to have a life of its own, drawing will and energy from secret resources in her body.
The hot temperature made her pant for breath. Her mind reeled with the fear and shame that had been with her all along through this ordeal.
And yet still she rolled her hips sexily, silently begging for more fucking, for more abuse.
Rick chuckled, slowly, spreading her sodden cuntlips apart. The fleece-lined lips of her fuckhole were split apart once more.
"Ohhhhh yesss!" Patty breathed.
She was twitching and jerking forward as the middle finger shot out.
Its soft, flicking tip circled her hard little clit, teasing it along the edges. She was humming, humping her thighs up, wallowing her shoulders against the dirty mattress.
"Oh, UNNGHHHHH!"
"Suck that sweet juice, man, gonna suck it," Rick said, indicating with a jerk of the head for Al to hold her down as he moved toward her pussy.
Patty looked up and saw the other biker's dick staring her right in the face. The long piss-slit seemed only inches away from her mouth.
Was he going to make her suck it, take it in her mouth and make her give him a blow job? It would be just the same as she'd done with Jack earlier that evening. Only this time he was going to force her to do it. Well, it was better than getting fucked. At least she didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. Then her mind drifted back to the bushes. She'd already been fucked! Oh, how terrible if she were to get knocked up by these two!
"Ahhhh!"
Patty moaned as she felt his mouth close over her cunt. Rick slid his tongue into her hole, his front teeth now sinking teasingly into her fleshy pussylips. He sucked onto her like a leech, eating her cunt until the girl was trembling and moaning and twisting her ass up to his face. Her legs raised then closed over his head, trapping him tightly against her body. She felt his rough tongue sanding over the throbbing clit. She felt as if she were about to climax right there in his mouth.
Rick pulled away, laughing at her.
"Good thing I didn't burn the fuckin' thing," he said, yanking several burned pieces of cunthairs from his teeth. "Don't wanna hurt somethin' that good and special."
"OH, AHHH!"
"Hold her tighter," Rick grunted to Al.
He moved back up, lancing his middle finger all the way into her hole.
Patty let out another series of low, soft guttural moans while her solid thighs closed around either side of his wrist. She was fucking his hand just as she'd fucked his face seconds earlier.
Rick felt her flesh grip and slide around his arm. He'd seen hot numbers before, but Patty was one of the most versatile.
"She's still damned tight," he muttered, scraping the tip of his finger around her hole. "He must've popped her cherry back there. But that's okay. Man, I hate these broads who say they're tight then you find out fuckin' them's like fuckin' the Grand Canyon."
Patty wept; sobbing with shame and humiliation. She could feel her fuck hole slowly getting larger, growing wetter and wetter. Opening her mouth to scream, she discovered to her horror Al had inched up, his knees now pressing against her armpits. He was holding his dick with one hand while he curled the fingers of the other around her head.
"Gonna shut this one up," he growled, hunching down.
Before Patty could protest she felt his dickhead sliding over her lips, popping into her mouth, gagging her while Rick kept on fingering her pussy.
It was the strangest feeling! The girl recovered from her shock quickly. She made several gagging sounds, then twisted her head slightly so she could start sucking in air to feed her twisting body.
"Yeah, suck it baby," Al moaned.
Patty had never done anything like this in her life. There was a strange, bleachy taste now in her mouth. She guessed it was some of the cum oozing up from Al's balls.
"Lick it, tongue it, you Goddamned little bitch.
Don't tell me you don't know what the fuck to do," Al growled, tugging at her hair.
Patty screamed as best she could, then moved her tongue gingerly up and down over the sensitive underside of the mouth-fucking cock. She must have been doing something right because Al's body shuddered, his fingers growing lax around her hair. She felt the fleshy head pushing back over her tongue, going farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. Patty took a deep breath and let the big man shove his dick into her throat.
"Yeah, suck it good, bitch," he groaned.
Al rotated his hips so his cock would twist in her throat.
Meanwhile Rick moved up for the kill, telling his buddy to get his ass out of the way. He didn't want to smell his shitter while he fucked the girl. Patty trembled. Two dicks ... she was going to have two hard, hot cocks fucking her at the same time! And what was so terrible was that she nearly fainted from pleasure at the thought of it!
EIGHT
"Keep her steady. I'm goin' in and don't want her wiggling me out,"
Rick said.
"Hey, man, how can I keep her from tossin' 'round when she's suckin' me off? And I mean, this chick's goin' outta her mind. She digs givin' good head," the big man groaned, flexing his butt muscles and hunching into her sucking mouth again.
Rick grunted disapprovingly, then shoved down hard. Patty felt her inner cuntlips being forced apart. The rubber-like rim of her pussylips peeled back as the fat cockhead shot in.
"UMMMMM!" the girl groaned.
Patty breathed as best she could around the cock brushing the back of her throat. His hands moved around her ears, pressing against her skull so tightly she thought he was going to crush it. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her tightly in their grasp. He rocked back and forth until she started gagging for breath. Slowly, reluctantly, the big man let her go. Patty felt the head slide up from her throat and move back. She gasped happily, able to draw in a deep breath.
"Keep that tongue movin', you little cunt," Al growled.
"Oh baby, yeah, baby," Rick groaned, closing his eyes and sliding his dick barely in and out of her little hole. He was teasing her, rubbing her clit with the top of his dickhead, watching her twist her hips in an attempt to catch more of his cock.
Then he shoved half of his fat dick into her swampy fuckhole. Patty gasped, tears of shame and delight running down her cheeks.
"Fuck her, fuck her," Al was grunting, his eyes wide with pleasure as Patty flicked her tongue over the tight scar just below his piss-slit.
The girl felt his balls brushing over her chin. From his gasps and strangled breaths she knew he was close to shooting off. Patty prepared herself, got ready to take in the gobs of jizz about to spatter against the back of her throat.
"Man, man, keep movin' that ass. Yeah, just like that," Rick groaned.
Patty was doing as she was told, tensing her thigh muscles and moving her buttocks around in tight circles. Rick glanced down, staring at his cock halfway embedded in the girl's twisting body. She was screwing herself, corkscrewing his dick into her slit without him doing a thing. Patty was hot, hot enough to do this shameless thing.
Rick would have laughed at her plight if he weren't so damned hot himself.
"Man, man gonna make it!" Al cried as the girl flicked her tongue wildly over his spongy dickhead. The young biker was going crazy, his head rolling from side to side while drool oozed from the corners of his mouth. He was piledriving his dick against her face, the wiry cockhairs tickling Patty's nostrils while his balls rolled over her chin and nose regularly. Patty smelled cum, tasted cum, was going to bathe in cum. Spit dribbled down her chin and cheeks while she sucked in air through her nose, keeping his dick lodged tightly in her mouth.
Rick was ramming his dick faster and harder into her pussy, getting his balls so full of cum they ached. He started moaning as he felt his jizz bubbling up. The girl's body shook each time he hammered his groin against her upturned buttocks.
"FUCK!" he cried, dropping forward and nearly hitting his head against Al's moving hairy ass.
Patty braced herself, feeling his dick jerking and twitching inside her hole. He squatted there, half lying down while his body trembled.
His cock sent stream after steamy spurt into her tender, tight, little cunt. The young woman thought she was going to go out of her mind as the spunk scalded the sides of her convulsing pussy.
"NOO UUUUMMM!"
It was all she could do to grunt out her ecstasy and agony. Al was shaking, holding onto her head as if he were going to fly off the bed if he let go. In a second the girl felt her mouth flooded with a sticky, salty-tasting substance. He was shooting off, filling her mouth with jizz. Remembering what she'd done with Jack, the girl swallowed as fast as she could, smelling him, tasting him, secretly loving what he was doing to her.
Then Patty felt her own orgasm peak. Her cunt and ass squeezed tight, the slick velvety walls buckling under the incredible sexual heat. Her snatch clutched along the shooting hard inches of Rick's cock as her body blew apart.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Al pulled back, rubbing his dickhead over her lips, then rolling to the side to let his partner finish up. Rick rolled on top of the girl, holding down her shoulders as he hunched slowly and rhythmically in and out of her cunt.
"OHHHHHHH!" Patty screamed, the cords sticking from her neck.
She curled her hands around Rick's back as she felt the final throbbing of his cock shoot another load into her juicy hot hole. She exploded and collapsed, feeling as if she would faint in a second.
"Good fucking, baby. Good fucking," Rick said, smoothing his hands over her tits, then pinching the nipples.
"Good head. Good everything," Al commented.
"Yeah, we're gonna keep this one around for a while," Rick said.
Patty thought about her mother and father and Jack. Please, God, let them find me and save me from myself, she prayed as Rick withdrew his cock from her slackening pussy.
* * * Back at home Kathy was frantic. It was nearly three-thirty now and her daughter was still away. The police-when finally contacted-could only give her minimal advice. They told her if Patty didn't come home in the next twelve hours they'd take a missing person's report. The officer sounded so bored Kathy could have screamed.
"Oh, where is she? the woman mumbled out loud, hugging her body and pacing back and forth in front of the large living room window.
Several times Kathy wanted to get into the car and start combing the neighborhood looking for her daughter. Then the futility of doing that stopped the frantic woman and she sat back down on the sofa, staring at the phone, waiting for her daughter to call.
Her reverie was broken by the sounds of footsteps on the front stoop.
The officer said he might, just might send over some patrolmen to take a statement if he could find someone free. Help, even though this type would be minimal, was coming. Kathy let out a cry of joy and ran to the door.
"OH!"
"I told you I'd be coming over."
Kathy froze, stepping back into the living room. Her hand searched for the door. But she'd moved too far away. The large shadowy figure loomed like a monster in the doorway. The woman wanted to scream but found her throat paralyzed. He was there, standing there right in front of her, the pervert who'd been calling her up!
"NO, HELP!" she finally managed to shriek, stumbling backward over a small footstool.
The man rushed in, slamming the door behind him. Kathy picked herself up and ran panicked toward the kitchen, her gown opening at the front from her wild movements.
"Easy, baby, easy," the big man said, stretching out one hand and grabbing her hard around the wrist.
Kathy struggled, her heart pounding hard while her feet slipped on the carpeting. She was fighting for her life, she felt. There was no telling what a weirdo like that would do to her.
Then spinning around and readying herself to scratch out his eyes Kathy suddenly stopped. It was Justin Shoenrach, her husband's business partner!
"You? You were the one calling me up?" she said in shock. It was incredible! Justin had always been such a quiet man, happily married, Kathy thought, with three squalling children. He would have been the last one she would have thought to have been doing something like this.
"Why not?" he said, dropping his hand and stepping back. His look was one she'd never seen on that ruggedly handsome face.
"But Shari, your wife ... I thought ... I thought the two of you ..."
Kathy couldn't go on any further. She didn't know whether to laugh or throw him out of the house in outrage. The woman had always admired Justin's looks and build, and had even once or twice secretly fantasized her husband had been Justin while making love to him. But this ... this was something entirely different. The man had nearly threatened her life, and then said all those terrible things about her.
"I get bored," , he said, shrugging his shoulders and running one hand through his long black hair. Kathy had always thought there was a little wild blood running through him. Those high cheeks, wavy black hair hanging over his forehead, thick bushy moustache and sensuous lips gave him the appearance of stepping right out of a Russian history book.
"Well, I'm worried sick about Patty. She hasn't called yet and she's nearly four hours overdue from her date. I don't have time to play games with you," Kathy said, feeling a little relieved that her mystery caller was someone she knew. Justin, she believed, she could handle. Now all she had to do was usher him from the house and sit back down, waiting for her daughter to call.
"I'm sorry about Patty," Justin said, never taking his black eyes from her. "She's probably okay. Kids nowadays get off on lots of strange things and don't tell us. But I didn't come here to talk about your daughter."
"Shari ..."
"She's out of town with the kids. You think I'd be makin' those calls if she were here?" he asked, laughing at her.
Kathy felt the panic rising in her again. This was a Justin, she didn't know.
"Alpha ... "
Kathy wanted the big dog now, wanted him for protection against this man. But when the German shepherd scampered into the living room he immediately jumped up and started licking Justin's hands. Of course!
Why wouldn't he? Justin had been over many times before, joking with her and her husband and daughter, playing with the big dog. Alpha couldn't possibly know what was going on. And Justin hadn't done anything to her to upset the animal's image of him.
"Yeah, nice dog. Go on, go outside," he said, hooking his fingers around the whimpering dog's collar and dragging him back to the kitchen. With a gentle slap on the rear Justin hustled the animal out of the house. She could hear the small hinged door at the bottom of the kitchen door swinging back and forth as Alpha rushed out.
"Now for you."
It sounded so threatening, so final. Why didn't she run for the door?
Surely she could have made it by now, screaming onto the front lawn for help. Maybe it was because she secretly wanted Justin the way he'd been wanting her.
"You don't know how many times I used to sit on that chair over there and watch the two of you. Man, I wanted to fuck you so bad," Justin said, his voice breaking in mid-sentence. "I saw you a couple of times at the country-club pool in that fuckin' string bikini and almost went nuts."
Kathy's eyes shot down to his crotch. He was hard ... long and hard, longer and thicker than her husband. She blushed deep red, knowing she was beginning to feel that same kind of lust stirring in her pussy.
She was afraid her face was showing that smoldering want, the same type of desire she'd been lecturing her daughter against.
"Oh, you don't know what you're talking about. Get out of here, Justin," Kathy moaned, turning away from him. Things were out of focus, becoming so blurred she could hardly stand up. It was then the woman realized her breathing had become shallow and labored. She struggled for control as Justin came up behind her.
"Come on, you want my cock bad, don't you?" he breathed, circling his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck.
"Stop it, Justin ... stop ..."
Oh, why was she so weak? Why couldn't she tell him to leave her alone?
Maybe it was because she needed him, needed a strong man to hold her, take her in his arms and fuck her hard and long! Shari was never that good a friend of hers. What little guilt she was having slipped away as he kissed her throat.
"No, oh stop ..."
But Kathy wanted more. He was kissing her hair, drawing his tongue across her chin, then moving up to her mouth. The woman felt her pussy swell open, sweet hot juice oozing from her slit and wetting down her thighs. Oh, how hot his lips were against hers! The woman trembled, feeling her hands draw around his thick neck and draw him closer.
"Shari ..."
"Forget Shari," Justin said.
Kathy already had. She felt his tongue, his teeth grinding against hers. Thoughts of those wild conversations Justin had with her over the phone raced through her mind. He said he was going to suck her tongue, driving his tongue around like a cock to ream her out before fucking the daylights out of her. She thought of the ways he said he was going to screw her and the woman trembled again.
"Oh baby, you don't know how many times I wanted this to happen,"
Justin confessed again.
Kathy didn't care about the past. She could feel her gown opening, revealing her lush supple body. Justin groaned, one of his hands moving between them and cupping her right tit. How good it was to feel a man, a real man fingering her nipples, squeezing her tits, crushing the nipple under his ragged fingernail. She moaned, her head snapping back while her cuntal muscles snapped on thin air. Soon she knew they'd be milking his cock as the big man drove the cunt-splitter home "Oh, do things to me, Justin, do...
Kathy couldn't finish the sentence.
"Want me to fuck you? Man, I told you over the phone I'd be fuckin' you 'til you were begging for it. I didn't think you were so hot you'd be askin' me for it now," Justin chuckled.
"Yes, oh yesss," she hissed, closing her eyes and rubbing her swollen pussy against his crotch. Kathy could feel that tell-tale bulge pressing out from behind his fly. He'd excited her so much over the phone. And now he was here, here as he promised!
"Let's go ... right to the sack," Justin said, picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. Somewhere along the way her gown dropped off. Kathy didn't care. It was wild, wonderful feeling naked, being naked, while her husband's best friend carried her off to bed!
He lay her down, quickly undressing. Kathy stared heavy-lidded at the big man-stared at his broad shoulders, his tapered waist, those big hairy pecs with long nipples, that groove separating his thick-muscled legs from his torso. Shari had told her once over the phone that Justin enjoyed working out so much. He even had a set of weights in the basement recreation room. Kathy now saw the result of his physical workouts. It made her moan again.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me ..."
Kathy let herself be rolled over onto her belly, then pulled up by the hips until she was on her knees, her face resting on the side against the pillow. She didn't have the strength it seemed to push herself up on her hands. Kathy inhaled sharp ly, smelling the fresh aroma of the newly washed sheets.
Justin knelt behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. That teasing touch made her cuntal walls buckle from the rising heat. She groaned, her legs trembling, threatening to give way.
Justin moved his fingers closer, barely brushing over the fur-fringed smooth flesh of her cuntlips. More juice seeped out of the fuckhole.
One finger slipped in, rubbing against the tender walls. Kathy grunted, moving her ass back and forth as the teasing sensation of almost being fucked drove her wild. She wanted his cock, needed that whanger sticking out of his hairy groin. No wonder Shari seemed so happy all the time. With that amount of cockmeat keeping her satisfied all the time she woman was practically living in heaven!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Kathy was kneeling like a bitch in heat. For an instant she thought of the big dog crouching somewhere in the darkness outside. Could he hear her grunting, begging Justin for his dick? Could he smell her even at this distance? Would he want to mount her if he saw her like this?
"Unnghhhh!"
Kathy was ready for any kind of fuck. Her cunt was flooding out hot butter. She was burning down there between her spread legs. Her nipples ached for another touch, another pinch. A big knot was growing in the pit of her belly. As he moved up closer behind her Justin reached down, looping one hand around her belly. He stroked her navel, watching her stomach contract and her back arch at the light touch.
Then pushing his hand forward the big man pinched one big nipple between a thumb and forefinger. Kathy growled, bobbing her ass back and forth like an aroused animal.
"AHHRHHHHHH!"
"That's it, baby, work it on out. Man, get ready for my fuckin' prick," Justin growled back. Kathy didn't have to be more ready than she already was. Fucking-yes, good, hard fucking. That was what she'd been needing all this time. Thank God that pervert on the phone finally materialized, becoming this wonderful man rubbing his dickhead behind her against her snatch.
NINE
Kathy felt herself swaying from side to side. The room spun around as she turned around and peered over her right shoulder. Justin was hunkered low behind her, his knees spread widely apart. He reminded her of a dog in that position. Dogs hunkered down, then drove into the bitch without mercy. Dogs! How she hated Alpha for doing this to her!
There she was, crouched over, waiting for the fuck of her life. And all she could think about was how both she and Justin were poised like dogs for-fucking!
"Don't believe this ... I don't believe all this," she gasped.
"Man, believe it, Kathy. Baby, I've wanted to do this for a long time.
We're gonna take it nice and slow, nice and easy," he whispered, scratching his hairy balls while tracing the outline of her outer cuntlips with the tip of one finger.
Kathy was going crazy. She was breathing hard, trying to feed her writhing body with more and more oxygen.
"Feel my dick?"
Yes, she felt it. Her ass was prancing for it. She wanted to run from it, and yet wanted to be caught and raped by that long cunt-spreader.
A cock. A cock with that set of swinging balls under it. Yes, that was what she needed. The glistening head rubbed against her tender, blood-filled cuntlips. It slid over her clit, triggering a set of explosions that nearly drove the woman into orgasm. Kathy fought down the urge to climax, tearing at the sheets with her fingernails.
"UHHHHHHHH, BABY!
Justin was trembling, pushing his dickhead into her swampy hole, then withdrawing it with squishy, popping sounds. Kathy pushed one hand under her belly, moving it between her spread thighs. She felt his cockhead settling against her cuntal mound. Her flowing juices coated his rod, dripped onto his nuts. Justin helped, spreading her thighs farther apart with his strong hands. The woman felt completely peeled open. She was stretched apart, her knees spread wide on the mattress.
Then he tucked under and up, a powerful forward thrust that nearly took her knees off the bed.
"AAHHHHH!"
Kathy thought she'd died and gone to heaven. It was so good to feel that cock pushing against her cuntlips, forcing that tight ring of muscles to relax.
His cock juices must have had some kind of reaction with her pussy.
The instant the first drop of pre-cum touched her hole Kathy felt her pussy relax. He was entering her, sliding his long, thick rod into her waiting slit. The woman shivered, feeling her throbbing tits swaying back and forth, deliciously pulling at her upper chest.
"Fuck me, oh God ... God in heaven ... fuck ... MEE!" she cried.
Kathy was going crazy. She could smell herself, smell Justin as he draped his powerful body over hers and drove home that fat prong. It had been too long since she'd last had a cock inside her cunt. The woman gasped with delight, tossing her head back and forth. Her hair tangled around her neck. She felt sexy and young and free. She didn't owe the big man a thing. She knew him only as a friend. They were exchanging pleasure. It was so good, so wonderfully good!
"Man, I like fuckin' this way," Justin gasped, holding tightly onto Kathy.
"You do?"
"Yeah," he whispered, running his hands up and down her belly. "Shari doesn't like to fuck like this. Says it's too . . . too sick," he stammered, drawing back, then shoving his prong back into her.
"I don't want to hear ... about Shari," Kathy said, closing her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm shuddered through her body.
"Yeah, neither do I," Justin said, chuckling, his low laughter quickly changing to a moan when he felt the woman's cuntal muscles milking his rod.
"Ohhh, you're going so ... deeeeeeep!"
"Tell me if it hurts you, Kathy ..."
Justin kissed her between her jutting shoulder blades. It was wonderful. Everything that was happening to her now was wonderful. She didn't care what he thought of her. Surely he must have thought she was a prude if he went about this via the phone and dirty calls. What made him finally come around and expose himself? Did he know she was ready for a fucking from anyone? The way she panted that one time surely was a giveaway. If only he knew it was Alpha that had made her gasp like that!
"Ohhhhhh no, when you pull it back. like that ... real slow ... ohhhh noo, I'm gonna die, I know I'm gonna.
Long strings of drool leaked from her mouth while her ass moved sensuously from side to side. Her arms shivered, threatening to collapse. Then she let them fall against the pillow. Her ass was still poised high and angled, prancing wildly as Justin dug his fingers into her thighs and fucked deep again. Sometimes the only thing that touched her was his cock and fingers. He had them hooked around her hipbones, holding her completely in his power. The woman liked that.
Kathy liked having someone over her, forcing her to do what he wanted.
It was good having a man like that on top of her. Oh, only now did she realize what she'd been missing!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she whispered.
She wiggled in his tight grasp, aware of her complete helplessness. He could ride her down into the bed any time he wanted, or simply tease her with just the hot, slick tip of his rod.
Justin did both, at times only rubbing his cockhead over her clit, making the woman scream in frustration and shove her ass back at him.
At other times he fucked down hard, shoving all eleven inches of his knotty-veined dick into her body. Then Kathy's eyes fluttered open while hoarse cries of unbelievable delight came from her throat. Yes, yes, she wanted it, wanted it all tonight.
"Man, I love your body. Shit, it's better 'n I thought it'd be,"
Justin confessed. "You do?" she gasped.
Justin answered by kissing the nape of her neck again. She could feel his hairy belly pressing against her asscheeks and back. He was climbing onto her, fucking into her drenched cunt. His rod made squishy, sexy noises as it probed deep into her pussy. It was a piece of heaven! The sensation of thick meat inside her cunt drove her insane. She clenched the sheet in her hands and whimpered.
"AHHHH NOOOO! Oh God, I think ... I think I'm gonna. .. COOOMMME!"
"Easy, hold on babe," Justin said, easing his cock gently from her pussy. Kathy felt hot streaks of cunt juice dribbling down her thighs.
She was soaked, frothing with her own fuck oil. She'd never been so wet. She wanted to fuck now every way there was to fuck. She wanted to stay up all night with this man ... even if her daughter were to pop into the bedroom right now and tell her everything was all right.
Kathy didn't care.
Justin drew his cock out suddenly. Kathy wailed, screaming with frustration. She felt his hands tighten around her waist and flip her over. Back to the old missionary position! It didn't matter to her. He was on top of her again, pinning her to the bed, his mouth over one nipple. Kathy wallowed upward against the biting, licking sensation his lips and teeth made. She felt hot spit trickling down her sides.
She heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a lust she'd only dreamed some men had.
Now his cock was sliding forward, slipping toward the swollen hole. He centered the dickhead, then shoved quickly into her hole. Kathy bit blood from her lips, whined like a puppy through her flared nostrils.
She felt desired, helpless under the big man.
"OH, OH, OH!"
And when his cock was really deep she could feel it like fire against her cuntal walls. She moved her ass from side to side, finding that by tightening the large muscles of her buttocks the rub of his dickhead was amplified. It felt like a crazy, gouging animal raping her pussy.
The woman could hardly focus her eyes.
"Baby, baby," Justin sighed. He had her other tit in his mouth now. As he roughed the tender nipple with his tongue Kathy felt her body respond fast to the friction. Her clit was being stimulated with his dick each time he fucked into her cunt. Then just as her belly filled with cockmeat the big man bit teasingly around her aureole.
"UNNGHHH AIYYYEE!"
"Hang on, baby, hang on," Justin whispered.
Kathy couldn't hang on much longer. Justin edged forward between her opened thighs. The woman's eyelashes fluttered as she dug her fingernails painfully into her thighs. Maybe the pain would somehow take her mind off her convulsing cunt.
"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrr! Huhhhrr!" she grunted with each fucking shove.
Justin rocked back and forth, first raising one knee, then the other.
Kathy breathed raggedly as she felt his cock piledrive into her cunt.
At times Justin reached down between her thighs and wet his fingers with her flowing juices, painting her buttocks with the liquid.
Kathy was whimpering with lust now, straining up against his body. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being really fucked by this man made her heart skip several beats. She arched her back, trying to shove a tit between his teeth. Justin laughed and moved back until her mouth fell open with lust. She thrashed feverishly under him, balancing herself on the brink of orgasm.
"You're wilder than anybody I've ever been with," Justin breathed, opening his mouth wide and covering one of her nipples with his lips.
She felt hot spit again around her flesh.
"UH, UH OHHH!" Kathy babbled, jerking her body as if someone had touched electric wires to it. Juice seemed to erupt freely from her cunt while he worked his hips with a building tempo. Kathy ground her hips wildly and hungrily, feeling herself coming.
"Now, baby, cut it loose NOW!"
Kathy thought he might be coming. No, she didn't want to be left high and dry while he shot off his load and pulled out! She bit more blood from her lips, tossing her hips around, her ass hanging there trembling. The woman cried and twisted her thighs from one side to the other. Her clit was swollen and hot. Soon, soon ... "OHHHHAHHH!"
Kathy went crazy with yelping fits as the final wild flames engulfed her. White-hot blasts of joy vaporized her pussy. Yes, yes, it was Justin's cock that was fucking her so beautifully, wonderfully!
When Kathy finally came to her senses she found Justin lying on his back, his cock still hard, rigid.
"You didn't come?" she cried in surprise, seeing droplets of jizz still oozing from his piss-slit.
"Naw. I told you I didn't want to rush things. You know, I been wanting this a long time. But, I'm pretty damned close right now,"
Justin said, sucking in a deep breath. "Damned close."
Kathy knew instinctively what he wanted her to do. The way he was lying there-his legs spread wide apart, one hand moving slowly up and down his rigid shaft while the other massaged his balls-it only meant that he wanted her to suck him off. He stared at her, a thin smile on his lips.
"I ... oh, all right," she said, a smile matching his on her lips. The thought that he wanted to feel her sucking him off excited her.
Then a sudden rustling outside the bedroom door made Kathy sit upright and stiff. There was barking. It was Alpha, scratching and whining and barking.
"My dog!" she blurted out, starting to slide off the bed, then stopping. What could she do? The animal must have trotted back into the house after getting bored outside. How she cursed the day when she and Patty put in the swinging bottom door.
"Something wrong?" Justin asked, arching an eyebrow.
"The dog. I ..."
Before she could say anything more Alpha trotted into the bedroom, Justin not having closed the door too well. He stopped for a second, surveyed the two humans on the bed, then went right for the cunt.
Kathy pushed him away. So, he was hot tonight. Kathy glared at him. Of all the times he'd have to have horns on!
"Nice-looking mutt. Always thought he was a good pooch. If you don't mind an audience, I'd like to have you get goin'. I don't know how much longer ,I can hold back," Justin said, his voice showing just how close he was.
Kathy felt as if her heart were about to jump out of her chest.
Carefully she bent forward, staring at his glistening dickhead. It was wet with his cum, with her juices. Her breath went ragged as she inched down, sitting on her haunches in front of him between his legs.
As the woman bent forward Justin slumped back on the pillow and closed his eyes.
At first Kathy wanted to get used to it. She'd taste just a little of it. The woman already had made up her mind that tonight she would suck that dick until his hot jizz bubbled out and spattered against the back of her throat. Oh, she felt so wonderfully hot and free. She wanted to do these sort of things for the rest of her life! What an ass she'd been, avoiding sex, especially wild, free sex like this for so long!
"Does ... Shari do this for you?" she asked gingerly, afraid to bring up his wife's name.
"No ... that's one of our problems," Justin breathed, hunching his body up from the bed, hoping he'd feel her mouth closing on his cock soon.
Kathy let her tongue roll out, having it rest against the lobes at the bottom of his cockhead. Justin grunted with pleasure. So, Shari didn't like to give head, eh? The little prissy-asked cunt was more of a prude than she was! Kathy felt her heart skip another beat when she thought about Justin coming back. Yes, she'd have him back into her bedroom whenever he wanted. Alpha whimpered from the corner of the room. Kathy flashed him an evil look then turned to lick at Justin's dickhead again.
"Uhhghhhh!"
Justin writhed in joy. The woman kept sliding her tongue down until it covered almost half the underside of his rod. Then she brought it quickly up, shoving it back down again. Justin was holding his breath.
He was so tense he was shivering.
"Man, I didn't think you were this good," he sighed, opening his eyes and staring wonderingly at her.
"Oh, I didn't know this would do things like that to you," Kathy said, glad he was appreciating her.
"Man, oh baby, yeahhhh!"
Justin reached weakly for her hand, then fell back again. Alpha was up and turning at one end of the room. Kathy put one hand up, silently telling the whining animal to keep his distance. Kathy lowered her lips against the domed cockhead while the animal ignored her warning and put his front paws on the bed. He tilted his furred head, staring at her.
"Back ... back," she whispered, her eyes racing up to see if Justin noticed anything. Not yet. He was too absorbed in his cock and her lips.
Kathy sighed with relief, slipping the swollen tip just inside her lips. She rubbed them over the velvety crown, tasting the salty, bleachy flavor of his pre-cum. Justin was going crazy, bouncing his hairy, muscular ass and legs against the bed while she sucked him off.
Kathy almost felt like fucking again. His groans, his twisting and writhing were making her hot and tight between her legs. How nice it would be to climb up on top of that man and lower her cunt over his jutting dick.
"SHIT!"
But Justin wanted just what she was doing. And that made her want it for him twice as much. In this position it was easy for her head to bob up and down, letting the hard cockhead jab the back of her throat.
Kathy found how easy it was to breathe. She closed her eyes, liking the sucking of that veined dick in and out of her mouth. Her lips sucked around the flared dome, her teeth at times nicking it. Justin didn't seem to mind those occasional mistakes.
Suddenly a jab of fear shot through her when she realized Alpha had climbed carefully onto the bed. She swung back with her right hand, feeling his breath on her buttocks. But the big dog ducked easily, then moved up and started licking her crotch.
"Ohhhh!"
Spit oozed from her lips, running down Justin's dick.
"Yeah, yeah baby, fuck it out, good fuckin' head," he groaned.
Thank God he hadn't realized anything was wrong yet. Again and again Kathy slapped back at the handsome German shepherd. But he kept going back to the hot, furry slit where those juices were flowing out so freely. Kathy was frantic with the fear of discovery. Those sloppy licking noises Alpha was making wouldn't go undiscovered for long. She hit at the animal again.
"Hey, the pooch seems to like you. Didn't know Alpha had such good taste," Justin blurted out.
Kathy felt her face turn eight shades of red. She pulled back, letting his rigid cock fall back on his belly. Covering her face the woman wanted to run into the bathroom and hide from him.
"Hey, don't take it so hard, Kathy. I think it's a turn-on. Let him do what he wants. Just keep sucking my dick."
Kathy stared at him, then smiled. Yes, why not? If he didn't mind, why on earth should she? She kissed his cock again while Alpha brought his tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt. She trembled like a bitch in heat. Well, that was what she was! And now any sense of guilt completely evaporated. Someone knew what she liked and encouraged her ... actually encouraged her. How good, how wonderful!
TEN
"Mmmmmmmm!" Justin moaned.
Kathy sucked hard, her cheeks caving in and brushing against her teeth while his cock slid rhythmically over her flicking tongue. The dog behind her was grunting, driving his tongue in wild lapping frenzies over her swollen-open cunt. The woman could feel her pussy muscles convulsing around that oral invasion. Alpha was going at her with a wild, hungry eagerness. And when the pink surface of his tongue brushed against her clit it seemed now excruciating tickly ... so whisper soft. She widened her knees unashamedly only the bed, feeling Alpha hunker down between her dripping thighs.
"Just ... Alpha's licking me. Oh God, and he feels so damned good,"
she said with the cock in her mouth.
"Good," Justin said. "It's turning me on." He laughed, the laugh turning into a groan as Kathy gave him a sloppy lick over his piss-slit. The bed shivered and groaned with the weight of all three of them writhing and tossing.
Alpha centered his licking attention against her clit now. That tiny bump was hard and slick now. She felt Justin's balls. They were pulled up high in their sac from the tension of her teasing mouth. Her tongue brushed slowly up and down. Justin was stiffening, tensing his thighs, arching up and fucking deep and fast into her throat. He was going to come. She could feel more jizz sloshing in her throat. Kathy curved her tongue and thrust it back and forth against the underside of his rod.
That was all Justin needed. A powerful shot of cum shot from his cock.
At the same time, the animal was lapping more intensely against her pussy. Kathy felt more and more spunk shoot into her mouth. She struggled to keep his cock in her mouth. Hot dribbles of cum seeped down her throat. Justin had started thrusting his hips frantically.
His dick jabbed out the sides of her cheeks, globs of jizz clinging to the roof of her mouth. Alpha bit at her thigh, then licked deep into the peeled-back, swollen membranes of her cunt. Kathy shivered and groaned while she swallowed the hot cum down with wild excitement.
She loved that slimy, sticky cream. Oh, the next time she wanted it down her pussy again, scalding the pulsing sides as it did earlier.
"Ohhhhh!"
The dog still ate at her cunt. She whimpered, prancing her ass from side to side. His tongue fucked her like a cock. She was coming. While Alpha ate into her soft cunt, nibbling at the hard lump of clit flesh she felt the dog's haunches quiver. He was making furious, animal fucking motions. Each snap of his back made the red doggie boner dance under his belly. Then she felt the shooting spurts of animal cum make hot streaks on her ankle and leg. Alpha was making himself come while Justin still fired jizz down her throat.
Kathy thrashed madly on the bed, plunging her cunt up and down against the licking animal tongue. It was good, so good. Thrilling jolts of lust exploded bomb-like in her pussy. Soon Alpha fell back, exhausted while another series of spasms rocked her. Her raw cunt sucked in air.
"Ummmm, OHHHHH!" Kathy groaned, falling away. The final spasms were over. She lay between Justin's legs, feeling his fingers caressing her hair gently. Patty! Thoughts of her daughter filled her head now.
"I've got to call the police again. She's missing . . . something's happened," the woman said, pushing through the comfortable warm glow that had just settled over her body and mind. She would have loved to lie there with the big man, maybe let him fuck her again in a while.
But what kind of mother could she call herself when her daughter might be lying unconscious in some hospital?
"Hey, if you want I'll drive you around. Maybe we can find them,"
Justin suggested, propping his head up on a pillow.
"Would you? Ohhh, if you could, Justin ..." Kathy felt relieved. A man was taking over ... a real man. Somehow Kathy was sure this would come out well enough in the end.
But at that same minute Patty was thinking something quite different.
After the wild fucking sucking spree, the two men left her alone. Rick and Al were drinking beer, talking about her pussy, talking about the way she seemed to love pain and humiliation. At one point they even asked her if she wanted to "ride" with them. Though the thought had its attraction, she had to decline, shaking when she saw them glaring at her. What would they do because she rejected them?
"Come on. The little cunt thinks she's too good for us," Al muttered, crushing an empty beer can and flinging it at Patty.
The girl let out a little yelp, ducking just in time to avoid getting hit. She shrank from the advancing men, covering her face and tits protectively with both hands.
"Don't . . . oh, what are you doing to me?"
Rick said nothing, throwing several pieces of line to his buddy, then bending down and looping rope around her right ankle. He made several figure eight knots, cinching the rope tightly against her flesh. Patty let out a little whimper, that sound turning into a wail as the biker jerked her leg up from the floor and held it out from her body at a right angle.
"Shut up, you little bitch," he growled, cuffing her across the ear.
Patty cried out as the sting of his fingers against the side of her face brought tears. She bit her tongue, vowing not to say anything more as he then tied her roped ankle to a peg driven into the wall.
She bent the knee of her left leg, moving her free foot around for balance while her arms flailed helplessly in front of her.
Al was next, shoving the large table Patty had been tortured on earlier up to the girl. He drew both tier wrists together, laying them on one edge of the table while drawing the leather thongs up and over her hands.
In an instant her arms were bound to the table's edge. Then he pulled it back, watching the pained, horrified expression on the young teenager as she hopped that free foot around, her body angling grotesquely forward, her tits hanging down and jiggling obscenely. It was awful. Every muscle in her body ached. Her arms were tied together by the wrists and stretched as far . forward as they could while her right leg was tied up against the wall, angled up above her torso and buttocks.
"Let's see how the little bitch takes it," Rick said, laughing at the girl's distress.
"Whatcha gonna do, Rick?" Al asked, his eyes gleaming lewdly as Patty struggled to keep her balance.
Rick moved up to the girl, sticking one finger right into her cunt without ceremony. He felt her pussy muscles clamp down hard, milking it, trying to draw it in deeper! It was incredible! Even in this horrible position Patty was still hot, still willing to fuck someone.
The biker laughed, scraping his finger around her hot little hole, then pulling it out savagely with a squishy pop.
"Unn-OHHHHHH!"
Patty burned with unholy lust. She hid her head from the men, ashamed to show what she felt. Yes, even tortured like this she wanted them.
She felt Rick slapping her hard, making her white, rounded buttocks jiggle. The girl yelped, moving her left foot around, desperately trying to find a more comfortable position. The ropes cut savagely into her wrists and ankles. Al moved forward, bending down under her body and tilting his head back. Oh, he was sucking her nipples, pinching one tit while laving the other with spit. Patty closed her eyes, feeling her cuntal muscles convulse, then snap shut on thin air.
Her pussy walls were working against nothing, rubbing against each other while Rick toyed with her butt. How she wanted him now!
"I'm gonna give you one fuckin' you ain't gonna forget. Get down on her pussy."
Al did as he was told, licking his way down from her hanging tits to her pussy. Patty gasped, her knee bending farther as she felt his mouth fit tightly around her hairy cuntslit and suck hard. She cried out, tossing her head around like a wild animal. Strangled growling cries came from her throat.
"Huhhhhrrr!" she groaned again and again, hunching down on the younger biker while Rick bent down and started licking at her asshole.
Patty hadn't expected this! Two parts of her body stimulated at once.
It nearly made her faint from joy. The ropes hurt ... but that hurt was somehow enjoyable, increasing the pleasure radiating from her shitter and pussy. It was strange. But why should she try to analyze it? Why not simply ride with the current? She tilted her ass backward as far as it would go, wondering if there were some correct angle she should have it at.
"Yeah, baby, you're hotter 'n hell for this," Rick muttered, smoothing his fingers over her asscheeks, pulling them apart and nuzzling his bearded face between those fleshy globes.
Patty thought she was going to piss from the growing excitement! Al sucked so hard she was sure lie was going to tear her clit from its surrounding cuntal flesh. His tongue moved rapidly in and out in fast fucking motions. At times her cuntal muscles clamped down hard, trapping that oral organ in her pussy until the spasm passed. He was enjoying it immensely, having since unzipped his pants and taken out his rod to jerk off.
Rick, meanwhile, had unzipped his Levi's and dropped the pants to his ankles. With one hand wrapped around his cock he straightened up, moving up to her butthole. Patty knew what was going to happen. He rubbed his slick dickhead against her butthole, pushing it tentatively against the wrinkled flesh, then pulling back.
"Ohhhh NOOOOO!"
It would tear her apart. She'd split open. But. Patty was so hot she didn't care any longer. Let them skewer her with their cocks. She thought of both of them fucking her at the same time, the same way she'd blown one and fucked the other earlier. What a delicious way to go! The blonde girl moaned at the thought.
Rick took it as a signal to start. He hunched down, pressing his knees against the back of her free leg while hooking his fingers around her hipbones. Patty let out a whimper through her nose, her eyes bugging open as Al touched a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue on her cunt. The lead biker was breathing hard, grunting like a pig as he tightened his thigh muscles and hunched up and forward.
"UGHHHHHH!
Patty let her head hang down, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. The pain was horrible! And yet she loved it, enjoyed the way it was actually intensifying the pleasure throbbing between her shivering legs. She felt his greased cockhead pushing the asshole lips apart, peeling them back and plowing slowly, steadily into her butt.
"Man, she's fuckin' tight," Rick grunted, shaking the beads of sweat off his forehead.
"AHHHHHH!"
Patty tilted her ass back farther, trying to relax as another inch of hot, throbbing rod slipped into her hole.
"FUCK!" Al groaned, grabbing one leg and pinching it hard while sucking at her snatch. Patty thought she was going to lose her mind shortly. Fucked in the ass! Yes, there could be nothing better in the world than what was happening to her now.
ELEVEN
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!"
Patty's face turned a deep red while her jaw slackened. Drool oozed from her opened mouth while her left knee bent farther, dangerously tipping the girl forward. Rick held her more tightly around her hipbones, steadying himself as he drilled more of his dickmeat into her asshole. The rod bent at the center for a second when the girl's shitter muscles convulsed and snapped tight around the big biker.
Rick let out a sharp gasp, holding on as he cramped his big ass muscles and drove in harder. "AHHHRHHHH!"
Patty had never felt anything like this in her life! It was like taking a shit in reverse! She squeaked, feeling her pussy going into spasms as Al tongued furiously around her hairy cunthole. The folding, slippery ring surrounding her slit clamped again and again around his tongue, trying to trap the flicking oral organ.
And behind her Rick's cock was steadily going into her butt. The girl was completely torn, torn both in her butt and her mind. She jiggled to one side, her leg muscles cramping. The sole of her right foot scraped painfully over the cement block wall while the leather thongs cut her wrists more. The round, firm mounds of her butt flexed against Rick's flat belly, actually looking for more of that lewd sense of fullness threatening to split the moaning girl in two.
"Oh, fuckin' bitch ... you're one hell of a hot fuck. Ohhhh yeahhhh ..."
The sliding of his cock as it slipped deeper in her ass sent hot, shivery thrills up and down her spine. Patty felt her butt filling with that growing load of iron-hard dickmeat. She thought his cock would surely have to, stop! How big was he? Oh God, she'd forgotten about the donkey dick he carried around between his legs!
"No, no more ... no more ..." she panted, her eyes bugging out as yet another inch of meat slipped past the tense pulsing ring of her shitter muscles.
"Man, you're gonna get it all ... baby, all of it 'til you feel my balls rubbin' against your fuckin' butt," Rick growled. He reached down and under, pinching her nipples again. Beneath him, Al growled like a hungry animal being fed for the first time in days. He slurped and slobbered over her pulsing cunt, jerking his meat all the while.
Patty's nerves were standing on end. She imagined the thick bar of meat up in her ass growing. The biker's cock felt like the trunk of a tree impaling her.
"Dig it, bitch?" Rick panted.
"Oh yes, YES!" she breathed hoarsely, her head jerking from side to side.
"Man, baby, I could fuck you all ... all fuckin' night like this,"
Rick gasped out. At times he reached up and brought his hands down over her buttocks, reddening the white sensitive flesh with that resounding flash and making Patty growl with lust.
"Uhhh, OHHHHHH!"
Rick was starting to pull out. Patty thought he pulled at least a foot of cock from her ass.
"UHHHHH!"
Patty lurched forward. Rick started in again.
The teen pressed her ass back against him, arching her back like an aroused cat. She was aroused, panting like an animal. How strange it was, that sensation of fullness inside her belly. It was exciting her in a way that the heat rising in her cunt could never do. It wasn't at all like the arousal in her pussy when she was milking it around a cock. And yet it was all connected in some strange way. Later she would have to think about all this and how it connected itself to all parts of her body.
"OH GOD, GOD, YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
His cock shot in deeper, past where the last stroke had carried the head. Patty inhaled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest.
The head of his dick went up and up, filling her until she felt it almost buried in her mouth. The incredible distension of her shitter made her feel as if she'd eaten a full meal.
"Take it, you fuckin' little shit. Take my whole cock," Rick growled, beating her savagely across the buttocks.
Patty didn't feel a thing except his dick reaming out her shithole and Al's tongue flicking and stabbing deeper into her snatch. Several times the blonde teenager thought her belly would swell to bursting, especially when Rick drove all his throbbing inches in until she felt his dickhairs scratching her asscheeks. In spite of the pain, Patty wanted more cock up in her ass. She wished it was bigger at times, actually wanted something that would tear her ass open.
"Man, close, close!" Rick panted.
Al under him grunted in approval, peeling back her bloated outer cuntlips now with both hands and soaking down every hollow and lump he could find with his tongue and lips.
The tempo of Rick's ass-ripping fucking cock increased. Patty squeezed her butt muscles tightly around him, trying to pull out more sensuous tingles across the nerves. She didn't care how much it hurt now. She didn't care how many times and how hard he slapped her across the butt and back of the head. She was going as crazy as he was, her mind whirling around in a wild red fog of sexuality. Heat slicked into the sides of her clit. The feeling built up rapidly, becoming the only thing she could sense and understand.
"UGHHH!"
Patty grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the attention in her body focused on her cunt and shit chute. Patty just wanted that cock to drive into her until the ball of heat in her ass exploded.
"Man, gonna make it!" Al said. His tongue curled and shot into her hole while his lips pursed around her clit and sucked hard.
Patty couldn't take much more. But Rick had more stamina than the two of them put together.
He thrust back and forth, gradually speeding his fuckstrokes until the girl thought her asshole would catch on fire. The hot friction in her dry shitter was like burning gasoline in an open wound. As the ramming length and speed grew, Kathy felt her cuntlips milking at Al's sucking mouth. Her body bounced and jiggled, several times threatening to topple because of her strange, bound position. But Rick held her firmly while he pistoned his dick into her stretched bunghole.
"AH! AHHHHHH!" Patty cried, feeling the first of a long series of spasms tear through her pussy.
She was panting heavily, her mind bleaching white. She knew she was being fucked by the hardest, fastest dick in the city. At times, though, Rick would slow down his dick. Then with a sweaty slap of his hairy belly against her buttocks, he would suddenly speed up. It was wild! It was wonderful! Patty wanted it all to happen at once ... the pain in her ass, the pulsing in her cunt, the itchy feeling in her tits. She wanted all the sensations to merge into a mind-blowing come.
Rick grunted behind her again, this time nearly drawing the full length of his cock completely out. Patty felt her asshole lining stretching to the tearing point. With another growl Rick rammed his cock deep into her ass. That was enough to send the girl off.
"OHHHH-AHHHHH-WAAAAHH!"
She was coming, coming long, hard and fast!
Patty screamed again and again, feeling Rick's cum burning into her asstube. The girl's cunt snapped on Al's tongue, milking that oral organ, trying to draw it in deeper. At the same time the teenager felt streaks of something hot and sticky on her ankle. It was Al shooting off, sending streaks of his jizz against her free leg.
"No, no, OHHHHH!"
Rick reached under and grabbed her tits as the girl convulsed, her dangling body threatening once again to topple. Patty didn't care about anything except the earth-shaking climax affecting her asshole and pussy. The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt were amplified by the spasming sensations in her ass.
Rick started to slide his dick out, then pushed it back in.
Patty wept. It was detracting from her orgasm. She moved her body in a twisting motion, trying to draw more pleasure from that come. These men, these terrible, grotesque individuals, were doing this to her . .
. and she loved it! It was wonderful! This was one of the best evenings she'd spent in her life. But she would never be able to admit it to them or anyone else. She still had to keep up the masquerade of pain and humiliation, of hating it even though at times she seemed to be enjoying the degradation.
"Uummm ... OHHHHHH!"
Rick pulled the wide, flaring head out. Patty ground her teeth, cursing the biker. Her asshole still fluttered. When Al slipped his mouth away Kathy felt suddenly empty. She jerked and twitched as they stepped away, twisting her naked body helplessly.
"Come on. We better get the little bitch back to where we found her,"
Rick said, wiping spit off his lips.
"Hey, man, why? Shit, she digs us. We could ride with 'er and ..."
"And get picked up by the cops for kidnappin' and a bunch of other things, right? How old you think she is, man?"
Rick hit his buddy on the side of the head. "Yeah, you're right," Al said sullenly, helping Rick untie the blonde.
Patty said nothing as they handed her her torn, cunt-juice-stained clothing and told her to dress fast. The ride back to Westwood seemed faster than the ride here. There were hardly any cars on the road.
Patty wondered what time it was. Surely it must be close to dawn.
"There," Rick shouted, turning around to his buddy as they cleared the Wilshire Boulevard exit ramp and headed down Veteran Avenue toward the broad, grassy V.A. cemetery.
"SH!" Rick said, pulling his bike off to the side of the road and signalling Al behind him to do the same. "Okay, babe, you're on your own. There's your boyfriend's car. Looks like he's got some people with 'im."
Kathy peered through the thick clump of bushes they were hiding behind. In a flash she recognized her mother and Justin Shoenrach.
Talking to them excitedly was Jack, holding the back of his neck. In the distance she could see the flashing of red and blue lights coming closer. Somehow they had all made contact and probably phoned for the police.
"Get outta here, baby ... back to the straight life. We're gonna get back to the dope-dealin' around here. Lots 'a bucks," Rick said, slapping her on the butt, flashing a broad grin, then wheeling his bike around and hauling ass down the road.
Patty turned and watched the two bikes disappear down the street. She turned again and started through the bushes. The straight life? Would she ever be able to understand the straight life again? The leather burns on her wrists and rope burns on her ankle told her no. She thought of what those men had done to her, the way they treated her, and the girl shivered with delight. What did Jack and the others know?
Of course, the way the young high-school football stud had originally treated her held promise. She had to explore this further.
"I'm okay, Mom!" she shouted, waving one hand over her head.
She saw her mother jump and start running to her while the others shouted with joy. Of course, she'd have to be careful around her mother. Kathy was such a prude! Maybe some day she'd be able to teach her mother to loosen up, enjoy life a little. Yes, Kathy would have to learn to enjoy sex, especially the way she was enjoying it lately.
"Honey, so good to see you!" Kathy cried, throwing her arms around the girl and hugging her tightly.
"Oh, same here, Mom," Patty said, seeing Jack some ten feet behind her mother. Yes, she and the football player would have lots to talk about. Of course, her mother could never know.
