Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands; the kidnaped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. Both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In MOM'S DOG RAPE, Lynn Gailsworth, an attractive divorcee, finds herself the victim in a strange abduction devised by three brutal burglars. Tied up and then subjected to sexual indignities, she undergoes a trauma which is certain to leave a lasting impression in her mind. Ultimately she must determine whether that impression will be a damaging one or lead to a more constructive life.
MOM'S DOG RAPE-the story of a woman who learns a lesson as a result of adversity.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Lynn Gailsworth trembled in excitement as Bob's hands closed around the back of her neck. The pressure made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with pleasure. The tall blonde closed her eyes and let out a long, shuddering sigh as Bob drew her more tightly against him. Her nipples stood up, stiffening against the confines of her bra while Bob's broad chest rose and fell more rapidly with each passing second. That familiar, tight, itchy, tingling sensation between her legs started up again. Lynn could feel something hot and wet oozing out of her puffy cuntlips and trickling through her thick bush of matted down cunt hairs. Her knees trembled, then buckled as Bob slid his hands down her body and onto her firm, rounded ass again.
"Oh, don't," Lynn protested weakly as she raised her hands and tried to push the big man away from her.
"I can't stop this time, Lynn. You've put me off too many times," Bob rasped as his hands roamed freely over her taunt buns.
"But what if Carol comes in and finds us?" Lynn asked, praying that Bob had thought of that probability. The blonde bit her lower lip nervously as she tried to control the shuddering and rumbling in her hot pussy. Lynn wanted Bob as badly as he wanted her. But he needed reassurance and strength coming from someone else other than herself.
"She's busy with that volunteer work over at the Free Clinic," Bob said, looking down at the panting woman. He raised his hand and gently pushed back several stray strands of hair from Lynn's flushed forehead. "It's only two o'clock now. Carol won't be home for another three hours," he added, smiling gently as he lowered his hand and brushed Lynn's tit lightly with the back of his hairy hand. The blonde sucked in a ragged breath as that light touch made her nipple tingle with excitement.
"I still don't know," Lynn said in a low voice, lowering her head and looking down at the floor half in shame, half with excitement. She hadn't felt this turned on for over four years. A rather sticky, unpleasant divorce preceded by an unfulfilling marriage had soured the woman on men. Lynn Gailsworth shed her husband the way a snake does his old skin--without regrets and even with a feeling of growth and excitement. The only positive thing of her entire marriage was her daughter, Carol.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum in my pants if you don't take care of me," Bob said as he hunched forward slightly. This time Lynn didn't pull away. Bob lowered his right hand back to her ass and gave the full cheeks another hard squeeze. That subtle pressure pulled her hot, swollen snatchlips apart, unsticking the slick folds and making that tingle grow into a more urgent, concentrated feeling. The fat lips of her tightening pussy were aching to be touched.
"Yes, oh God, yes," Lynn finally sighed, raising her hands and pushing them around Bob's thick, muscular neck. She could feel the big man hunching into her harder now. Through her clinging black slacks Lynn could feel something big and hard between his legs pressing against the dampened crotch of her slacks. A strange hot wet feeling rose quickly around her cunt and tits. The hot, itching spot between the woman's trembling legs was growing unbearable. "I can't stop, oh God, can't stop," Lynn whispered as her head tilted back and her knees pressed against Bob's for support. She gasped, then rolled her head from left to right as she felt the big man's sensuous thick lips slide across the front of her throat. He was giving her tiny, feathery kisses while he caressed her full asscheeks. Lynn felt herself melting into a thick glob of butter as the last of her defenses were shattered by Bob's insistent masculinity.
Then his grip on her loosened for a second. Lynn opened her eyes and looked up at the big man. His eyes were glittering with lust, boring into hers. It made her pulse race. The woman could hear her own heart thudding hard in her chest as she felt her body heat increase incredibly. Lynn wanted to open her mouth and let out a howl of sexual lust as she started back with obvious meaning.
"Just a second, and I'll make sure the door's locked," Bob said, reaching up and gently pulling Lynn's arms from around his neck. The blonde lowered her hands and grabbed the back of the couch for support as Bob walked quickly to the front door. For a woman of thirty-four with a fifteen-year-old daughter, Lynn felt like a young girl about to embark on her first sexual experience. Terror merged with uncontrollable lust as the tall blonde's mind buzzed with confusion and heat. She thought of her former husband, then of her daughter, then of the years of her life ruined by that marriage. Years of suppression and dissatisfaction had virtually turned her into a bitch in heat, yowling for cock in a way that would have made her blush several months ago.
"No one can come in now, honey," Bob said, checking the door one more time before turning and walking back slowly toward her. His black eyes blazed with determined sexual fury. His thick, black wavy hair hung carelessly over his broad forehead and ears, almost bristling with a strange kind of intensity. The gasping blonde could see his large, muscular chest through the sweat-saturated white cotton T-shirt, and the long round tube running from the bottom of the faded fly of his Levi's down the right leg almost sent Lynn falling to her knees with unspeakable excitement.
Soon he was on top of her again, wrapping his hands around her slender waist and pulling her hard against him. He tilted his head forward and pressed his lips hard against hers.
Lynn moaned as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue into his mouth. She moved her hips from left to right, rubbing her hot crotch across that throbbing tube pushing against the tight Levi material. She sucked in Bob's tongue with a fury that surprised herself as well as him. The blonde had been without a man for too long.
Soon his tongue pushed out, forcing its way through her lips and down her throat. Lynn almost gagged at the sudden intrusion, then moaned again and welcomed the hot slippery thing. As his thick, rough tongue lashed her mouth and throat, Bob worked his hands around to the zipper of Lynn's slacks. Quickly he gripped the tiny metal tab and pulled down. There was a metallic hiss followed by the soft rushing sounds of Lynn's slacks being peeled down off her firm thighs.
The blonde sucked harder onto that mouth, groaning more frequently as she felt her body gradually being stripped of its clothing. Her slacks were now gathered around her ankles. Bob's hands were sliding under the elastic legband of her briefs now, pulling at her buttocks. Every time he squeezed, the valley between her legs pulled back and open, forcing her outer labes apart. Lynn's legs buckled under her as she felt Bob's calloused fingers rubbing over the silky flesh between her shithole and cunt. Her brain flashed hot with red colors as Bob dragged the moaning blonde around the back of the couch to the front. Lynn moaned low and deep, almost delirious with lust as sweet juice bubbled out of her pussy and soaked down her panties.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Lynn babbled as Bob rested the woman gently down on the couch. He knelt on the floor next to her, trailing the fingers of his right hand slowly up and down her flat, panting belly. He moved his fingers slowly down until they pushed their way under the tight elastic waistband to her briefs.
Lynn rolled her head from side to side, pressing it down into one of the pillows as she felt every nerve-ending in her pussy strain upward towards Bob's approaching hand. Through the red-hot haze blanketing her brain Lynn thought of her daughter and of the warnings she always gave Carol about men. Now here she was, half-naked on her own living room couch with the neighborhood handyman kneeling next to her. If Carol could see her now she'd run screaming out the door and never come home again. Yet strangely enough, this flash of guilt faded quickly, giving way to more intense feelings of sexual desire as Bob's hand pushed closer and closer toward its goal.
Bob chuckled as he touched the first wiry blonde cunt hairs near the top junction of her throbbing, swollen cuntlips. The slight pressure against those hairs and their roots made Lynn's cunt jerk and contract. That sudden contraction was almost painful, making Lynn jerk her legs apart and gasp loudly.
"Mmmmmmm, baby," Bob commented in a hot whisper as he rose to a half-standing position, then slid onto the couch and settled gently on top of her body. His muscular weight pushed her deep into the soft sofa cushions. Lynn felt herself trapped by the big man. All the while Lynn could feel the rock-hard tube of cock flesh pressing against the rough material of his faded jeans and against her bare legs. Her legs fell apart even further as Bob rubbed his crotch teasingly against hers.
"Oh, I can't stand it," Lynn groaned, turning her head to the right and gasping out for breath as Bob pushed his hand between them and moved it down until it was cupping her tender pussy. Lynn's eyelids fluttered open as she felt the gentle pressure increasing. He was milking the slippery, rubbery edges of her cuntlips together, working the damp, silky material of her panties into the hot cleft of her cunt with his fingers while his thumb grazed the sputtering tip of her swollen clit.
"Ohhhhh!" Lynn moaned. Bob's fingers were working their way greedily over her fat labes. She could feel her pussy rumbling as he squeezed harder and harder. "Nnnooooo," the blonde cried as she felt the hot, creamy foam drip from between them and ooze down the crotch of her briefs. The blonde arched her back, pushing her titties hard against Bob's chest. Her blouse was soaked through with hot sweat, dripping with as much perspiration as Bob's T-shirt was.
Then Lynn felt Bob's strong, hard fingers reaching inside her panties, curling around the elastic waistband. In a moment he was peeling the silky briefs downward. Lynn raised her thighs slightly, pressing her pussy against the bulging fly as Bob peeled the panties down to her knees, rocking to the right as he pulled the briefs off her ankles and tossed them down to the floor.
"I've been watchin' those tits too long not to see them right now," Bob said hotly. The big man quickly unbuttoned the woman's blouse, pulling it open and completely exposing her bra. Lynn moaned again, arching up her back in a silent plea to have her halter ripped from her body. Bob took the hint, reaching over and grabbing the cups of her bra in both hands. With a quick, violent movement, the handyman ripped them apart.
"Ohhhhh," Lynn sighed with delicious relief. She was completely naked now. Her nipples tingled with sexual electricity, standing up like two tiny red poles.
Bob surveyed the gasping blonde's body. Her long blonde hair fell carelessly over her flushed cheeks, forehead and throat. It gleamed with an intensity of its own under the early afternoon sunlight that filtered through the curtained living room window. Her shoulders were slender to the point of being delicate. Bob's eyes traveled down to her thunderous tits that jiggled back and forth with every sexual shudder racking Lynn's firm body. Raising his right hand, the big man trailed his fingertips lightly across the hot flesh, up the swelling curve of her left tit until he reached the big, swollen round nipple. He gently pinched the hard, rubbery skin, chuckling softly deep in his throat as Lynn cried out with pleasure.
As the blonde begged him to fuck her, Bob released his grip on her nipple, moving his fingers down her chest to her flat belly. He was amazed at the firmness and smoothness of Lynn's body. For a woman of thirty-four, she had the build of a girl of eighteen. The thin layer of hot sweat coating Lynn's pink skin glistened like oil, making her look more like a sculptured marble statue than a breathing woman wanting a hot, hard dick shoved in her.
Bob pushed his fingers down past her navel to the hairs covering her pussy. He smiled as he watched Lynn slowly pull up her knees in response to his traveling hand. The thick matted jungle of wiry blonde cunthairs seemed to virtually bristle and sputter with excitement as he moved his hand lower and lower. Bob could see a thin rivulet of cuntjuice seeping out of Lynn's fat snatchlips, trickling down into her asscrack as he teased her mercilessly.
"Fuck me, damn you," Lynn said.
"Oh, babe," Bob answered her, bending his head down until he was touching her right nipple with his thick lips.
Lynn cried out with delight as she felt his mouth on one nipple. She groaned almost in pain when Bob's powerful front teeth scraped across the tender flesh, trapping the nipple tip in his mouth as his tongue sanded violently across the hard skin.
"Oh, God, it feels good," Lynn moaned, pulling Bob's head tighter onto her tits. The big man slavered her jugs down with his spittle, washing them down until the sore tips were throbbing with pleasure. While his mouth worked over Lynn's giant boobs, his hands teasingly trailed along the outer edges of her hot labes, pulling the skin back and forcing her cuntal folds to peel apart under this delicious attack.
When Bob moved his right hand inward suddenly, pulling back the left outer labe with his fingers while he rubbed her clit hard with his knuckles Lynn came apart.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh please, fuck me! Goddamn it, don't do that! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried.
"Good, baby, good," Bob said with satisfaction. Bob fumbled with the snap on his tight Levi's until they flew open. The long, thick cock between his legs popped out. Lynn pulled up her head and saw the meaty purple dickhead throbbing with excitement. It looked slippery with the same kind of wetness coating her rubbery, swollen pussylips. "Like what you see, babe?" Bob asked in a throaty voice as he pushed himself up in a half-kneeling position. He lowered his hands to the bottom of his T-shirt, then jerked them up quickly as he pulled the sweat-soaked piece of underwear over his muscular chest and off his body. With another quick movement Bob slid his opened Levi's down his broad hips, pushing them down his legs as he fell back onto the couch and slipped them over his ankles.
Lynn closed her eyes and opened her mouth, babbling out obscenities as Bob rolled back on top of her. She could feel his hairy, muscular legs pushing between hers, each tiny body hair digging into her skin. As he pushed her apart Lynn reached down and grabbed his cock, pushing the spongy head down toward her pussy.
"Fuck me, oh goddamn it!" Lynn moaned as she raised her knees higher and tilted her pussy up toward the hot cockhead.
"For somebody who didn't want to fuck, you sure come on mighty strong, babe," Bob commented with some surprise as he shuddered under Lynn's light touch. "It's too soon, though," he said, reaching down with his right hand and brushing away the woman's trembling fingers. Slowly Bob snaked down on the couch, hanging his big legs over one end as he moved his head down to the hot, hairy V between Lynn's legs. The groaning woman soon felt something hot and rough licking over the fleshy lips of her cunt. The wet hotness of her pussy joined the wet hotness of the big stud's mouth, merging into an explosive feeling that almost drove Lynn over the edge into orgasm.
"OH GODDDDD," Lynn cried, shutting her eyelids tightly and digging her head hard into the pillow under her as she rolled her ass back and forth. Her legs converged on Bob's head, trapping the big man's face hard against her wet snatch. She was shoving up to him, pushing her pussy into his sucking mouth as the big man scraped his nose against her throbbing clit.
"Bastard!" Lynn found herself screaming as Bob attacked her pussy savagely. His tongue scraped around the narrow hot cunthole, Sopping up her running cunt juice until he was gagging from the seeping fluid. He licked her raw, sucking on the aching cuntal folds while his fingers slid under her rocking ass and teased with the wrinkled brown skin of her shitter.
"MMMM," Bob moaned. That humming sound vibrated through Lynn's pussy, making the woman cry out loudly. At the same time, the muscles of her cunt snapped shut on his tongue, opening again only to snap shut once more. She milked his tongue as if it were a fat cock. The big man knew the blonde was hot to fuck; she wanted a big dick shoved inside her now. But Bob wanted to play her for all she was worth. He moved his head around as best he could under the restraining pressure of Lynn's tightly clamped legs, licking and snarling as he ate her pussy. When she started to hunch upward in jerky, quick motions, he pulled quickly away.
Lynn looked up in amazement as Bob gently unclamped her legs. She'd almost cum. Lynn could feel the hot tightness growing more intense with each passing second.
"Please fuck me. Oh God!" Lynn cried out in a desperate plea. Something in her voice warned Bob the foreplay was finally over. If he didn't fuck her now, she'd probably cum on her own.
"Come on," Bob growled as he slid up the couch once more, then rolled on top of her. The knob of his fat cock pressed over her clit. Sparks of hot, almost painful sexual pleasure shot out from the tip of her reddened clit to all parts of her sweaty body. Lynn rocked her buttcheeks from side to side, directing the end of his dickhead first against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clitshaft rolled back and forth under that pressure, sending bolt of sexual heat to her brain and cunt. Lynn reached up and threw her arms around Bob's neck, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her neck. Every nibble and tongue-wash sent flashes of lust up and down her spine, driving her higher and higher up the ladder of sexual desire.
"Ohhhh, yessss," Lynn hissed as she rocked her hips forward, sliding her cunt over his cockhead. She squirmed on the couch cushions, working her buttcheeks into the material as she tried to slide onto the thick cockshaft.
But Bob resisted the temptation to slam his cock into her hole so soon. He still toyed with the groaning blonde, making her moan low and hot. Lynn wanted that cock buried deep in her. She jerked her hips forward and up one more time, trying to center her cunthole over the slicked, pulsating dome of his cockhead. She rubbed her erect nipples against Bob's hairy, hot chest. She felt her tits swelling as she kept jerking her thighs up against Bob's hairy groin.
The big man finally let out a low moan and positioned himself for the initial entry. Lynn gasped, then peeled her knees apart. She could feel his hot, wrinkled, leathery nuts resting against the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Bob hunched up, dragging his thick dong over her pussylips until it was poised just in front of the slick crack. With a low moan, Lynn felt his cockhead push forward and spread apart her outer labes. Her entire cunt shuddered then contracted as the tight itching feeling was finally being scratched.
"OHHHH," the blonde wailed as the wide, flaring head forced its way into the tight tunnel. Lynn writhed slowly from side to side, rocking her ass and moving it around in tiny circles as she tried to work the plunging dick in faster. The big man grunted, thrusting forward and downward. With a greasy slide, the head of his cock finally popped past the tight ring of her cuntmouth and slid easily into the hot, slick pussyhole.
Lynn felt herself melting into a sensuous glob of sexuality. Bob lowered his head once more and welded his mouth to hers. His tongue speared once more into her mouth. But unlike before, this tonguing was more desperate and violent. Bob was like a giant animal, maddened with uncontrollable lust as he slid his thick cock into her swampy snatch. She felt his powerful hands digging into her shoulders, crushing her as he was carried away by waves of his own mounting sexuality.
Lynn's tongue writhed against his. She sucked wildly, drinking in the spittle as if she were dying of thrust. She rolled her hips back and took more hot, rubbery inches of Bob's thick dick. Suddenly the room was filled with gasping and low, tight-voiced groans, mixed with the wet, sucking, slapping sounds of their hot, sweat-soaked skins sliding against each other. Her tits were flattened by Bob's muscular body as she felt the inner edges of his teeth with the tip of her tongue.
The rising heat in her cunt made her begin to move desperately around on the couch. When Lynn arched her back, Bob pulled his cock out until the bottom ridge of his prick pulled at her outer cuntal ring, Then the big man shoved downward, grinding his muscular pelvic bones against Lynn's thighs.
Soon Lynn forgot about everything except the urgent need in her pussy. She felt the sensation of hot, hairy masculine flesh all around her. All she could think of was the thick cock buried deep in her pussy and the hands that crawled freely all over her twisting, writhing body. She swiveled her ass around, pressing her belly hard against Bob's as the big man's balls slapped noisily against her upturned ass.
"OHHHH!" she cried wildly as more and more of Bob's big dick sank into her. As the big man ground closer and closer to her she felt more of that long bar of cockmeat reach deeper inside her.
Lynn moaned loudly now. She pulled her mouth off Bob's and rolled her head to the side, gasping for air. Her mind buzzed as her hips seemed to move with a will of their own. She was hunching up and down crazily now; the movements were so quick and jerky they almost seemed mechanical. Lynn had turned into a wild sex machine, so tightly wound she might spring apart as the tension grew harder and harder around her cunt.
Bob dug his fingers harder into her soft buttcheeks, forcing her rolling hips to meet and take the same slower but heavy rhythm as his pounding cock had. Lynn complied half-willingly, slowing down her pounding thighs. Soon the blonde's gasping turned into desperate sobbing as she ground her clit against the top ridge of his juice-slicked dick. The steady beat of his cock was driving her crazy with lust.
Every bump of his meat against her clit sent her soaring higher and higher. Lynn felt her mind stretching thin. She was vibrating with monstrous sexual intensity. Sweat dripped off her forehead and nose, slicking down the hot flesh of the rest of her body as she thrashed, rocked and writhed with a crazy fucking passion. Her long, sharp fingernails raked the back of the fucking stud as he buried his mouth in the nape of her neck and cried out something unintelligible. At the same time, his hips pounded against the woman's upturned thighs harder and faster. Her cuntal walls were being rubbed red and raw as the big fat dick stretched them further and further apart.
"AGHHHH," Lynn cried as the mass of tension in her belly grew. She dug her fingernails into Bob's shoulders, dragging her nipples continually across his pounding chest. She pushed up, groaning as she felt the big stud's fingers tear at her burning asshole. Lynn's asscheeks flexed, then softened as the powerful ass muscles cramped under Bob's kneading.
The big man dug his fingernails into her buttocks. Lynn felt all the nerves m her asscheeks stand on end as he grew more desperate. The insides of her thighs chilled, then burned as her cuntjuice frothed out and coated her pussylips, his cock and balls. Lynn felt her entire body turn into a rubbery, melting mess of sticky fluid.
"Gonna shoot," Bob moaned. Lynn tossed her hips with wild abandon now. Her head jerked from side to side as long strands of sweat-dampened hair whipped across her flushed face. Her eyelids were clamped tightly shut while the cords of her neck stood out with the incredible sexual tension gripping her body. Lynn felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb up toward her brain, rising steadily.
Suddenly she felt Bob's body stiffen above her. She opened her eyes and looked up at his tense, screwed up face. His mouth quivered as his head shook violently from side to side. Strands of his long, black shiny hair hung in his eyes as rivers of perspiration dripped off his nose and chin. His big chest heaved, the muscles of his thick arms and belly flexing and tensing as if electricity were shooting through them. Bob tilted his head back and opened his mouth, letting out a long, thin howl of desperation as his cock swelled up in Lynn's cunt.
"Noooo, oh God," she cried as she felt his cockstalk vibrate against her clenching cuntal folds. Lynn's belly seemed to bulge with cock, swelling with excitement as Bob's cock swelled with preorgasmic tension. She grunted like a cow in rut, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard dick blowing up inside her. The knot tightening in her belly suddenly started to unravel as the first squirt of jizz spattered out of Bob's pulsating dickhead and splashed into Lynn's pussy.
Lynn climaxed shortly afterward. The hard, heavy jolt of his cum blasted against her aching pussy. She wept and struggled against the big man, beating his chest with her fists as she felt her body being ripped apart by the gigantic orgasm. Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm as she kicked out and bit and clawed at the cumming stud above her.
The massive spurts of the spunk-shooting cock seemed to last forever. Lynn could feel her pussy filling up quickly with the hot cum, then the thick fluid oozed out from between her stretched pussylips and trickled down her upturned asscheeks. Lynn felt her cuntwalls grip down on Bob's cock at least two times for every thick wad shooting from his meaty knob.
Lynn milked at the bucking rod of his cock, bouncing up and down like a berserk doll. She tilted her head back and burrowed it in the soft folds of the couch pillow as her tits jiggled with the furious blasts racking her pussy. Lynn knew her body had felt the biggest, hardest, strongest cock of her life as she felt her mind fading with the last ripples of her orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'd never have guessed you'd fuck like a mink," Bob said as he rolled off the couch and looked around for his Levi's. Lynn lay calmly on the sofa, running her fingertips lightly over her full tits. She was enjoying the soft, warm glow hovering over her firm body.
"It's been so long," she murmured, closing her eyes and remembering how Bob's thick, meaty cock felt buried deep in the hot, slick folds of her jerking pussy.
"I kind of figured that," Bob commented as he pulled on his jeans. Lynn watched with feelings of disappointment as his flaccid cock disappeared behind the opened fly. Even though Lynn had been satisfied sexually as she'd never had before, the blonde could feel the beginnings of lust starting up again in her pussy.
No sense in looking like a nympho, though, Lynn thought as she sighed, then pulled herself up off the couch and started searching around for her bra.
"I've got to get over to the Free Clinic," Lynn said softly as she picked up the torn bra and studied it carefully.
"Carol's a big girl. She can get home by herself," Bob said, zipping up his jeans and glancing at the wall clock over the fireplace mantel. It was only three o'clock.
"I know. But after this ... I don't know, but I'd feel better if I could see her now," Lynn said. She had mixed emotions. It was as if Bob's fucking had opened up new sensations and thoughts that were attacking hermental balance. Lynn felt confused and slightly terrified of what she was experiencing now.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Bob said, noticing Lynn's sudden change in expression. He walked over to her and sat down next to her on the couch. Lynn leaned against him, feeling her snatch firing up slowly as Bob put his arms around her and gently stroked her tits. "You didn't do anything wrong. You're a normal, beautiful woman, Lynn, who's been without a man for too long. I think even your daughter would understand," Bob said, pulling back and looking gently into her blue eyes.
"You think so?" she asked, leaning back against the cushions of the couch as she noticed the bulge down Bob's right leg growing fatter and longer.
"I know so," the big handyman said, rolling over onto her and pressing his body against hers as the two of them sank once more onto the living room sofa.
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"Wow, oh wow!" the little brunette cried, bouncing her naked buttocks on the hospital gurney cart. Her wet, hot, furry little cuntal mound rumbled with excitement as the young intern's fingers toyed with the kinky pussy curls. "Do that again, wow!"
"Your mother know what you're doing?" the young man asked with a leering smile. He was wearing only a pair of white cotton jockey shorts. A long, tubular bulge against the piss-flap pushed it partially open, exposing two big, leather balls tightly bunched up against the fat root of his hard dick. His smooth, broad chest was streaked with rivulets of sweat while several stray curls of his bright blond hair hung carelessly into his eyes. The young girl lying naked on the emergency room cart was Carol Gailsworth, Lynn's fifteen-year-old daughter.
"She doesn't care," the pretty little brunette said in a low voice. Her delicate features screwed up into a long pout. "She got rid of my daddy. She'll get rid of me soon."
"Hey, that's being a little hard on the old lady," the young internist said, reaching up with his right hand and gently stroking her cheeks. His name was Phil Pappel. He was in charge of the Free Clinic temporarily while the lead doctor was on vacation in Mexico. He'd spotted both Lynn and Carol early in his employment and figured constantly on how he could fuck both of them. The mother was too standoffish and elusive, rarely coming into the clinic except to pick up her daughter during rainy days. However, the young girl was hot to trot. Phil had been around a lot, but even he was surprised when Carol told him she'd lost her cherry when she was thirteen. Lynn Gailsworth considered her daughter the model of modesty and virginity. Little did she know Carol was little better than she was.
"I don't care," the perky brunette said, tilting her head up in defiance. "That's what I think. Now are you gonna fuck around or not?"
Phil arched his eyebrows, then smiled broadly at the young teenager. She was trying to be defiant and sound experienced. But there was still the definite air of innocence clinging to Carol in spite of her actions. He reached over and grabbed the girl hard by the wrist, pulling her hand over until her slender fingers were pressed against the hot, wet bulge between the young intern's legs. Phil closed his eyes and he pressed Carol's palm tighter against his hot, hard cock. Even though he'd made several passes at the girl before, this was the first time he'd managed to get anywhere with her. He'd given the two nurses who worked for the clinic full-time the rest of the afternoon off. It was three o'clock, there were no appointments, and the likelihood of any emergency was slim. It was Friday, and the clinic closed early anyway. Only the secretary and file clerk were left. They were busy in another room at the other end of the building. Phil doubted if they'd say anything. He'd fucked them both the week before.
"Touch me there again," Carol pleaded in a tight voice. She felt nervous about getting fucked. It was true she'd lost her cherry when she was thirteen. But what she didn't tell Phil was that she'd never fucked a man since. That little episode was something she couldn't control--a hot night in the back yard with one of her school friends. The two of them were curious and aroused. It hurt Carol terribly and frightened her enough so she never cared much about fucking afterward.
But that was two years ago. She'd matured since then. The young girl started to feel strange, hot, wet tight feelings in her pussy, feelings she controlled for a while by fingering herself off while she lay alone and sweating in bed at night. But soon she realized that wasn't enough. Carol needed a man on her, driving his dickmeat into her. She knew it was a terrible thing to be thinking things like that. Her mother had told her girls who felt things like that turned out to be sluts and whores.
What does she know? Carol would think after a boring lecture on sexuality. Resentment against Lynn for the divorce that separated her from her father made the young girl more rebellious against both her mother and her mother's advice.
Driven by her own natural body desires and the desire to hurt her mother, Carol drifted easily into this relationship with Phil Pappel. Only now she began to worry about its consequences. Would he hurt her the way Jimmy Hansen had that night in the backyard? She hadn't spoken to him since then. How could she get back at this big man if he harmed her?
"Hey, relax," Phil said, noticing her tense up as his hand trailed down her flat belly toward her young, near-virgin cunt. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to. I want you to enjoy this as much as I know I will."
Those words seemed to reassure the young girl. Carol smiled weakly, then lay back on the cart as Phil rolled over onto his knees. Her eyes widened as he crawled between her legs and spread them slowly apart. She groaned, then giggled at her own throaty voice as she felt her little puffy cuntal lips peel apart. The sticky, itchy feeling that pulling apart made rippled through her body, making Carol shudder visibly in front of the intern.
Phil looked hotly at her. Her young, fully matured tits rested like two high white mountains on her chest. The tiny nipples were fully erect. Her cuntlips were barely visible under the thick matting of blue-black cunthairs covering the high-riding cuntal mound. The girl's white skin seemed almost translucent under the bright fluorescent overhead lights lining the ceiling of the emergency room. All around them the white square tiles reflected the bright light. Her face showed curiosity, fear and young lust as he shoved his fingers down between the waistband of his jockey shorts and his hot skin. He watched as Carol's eyes bugged out when his long, thin cock bobbed out.
"It's so big!" she cried, covering her mouth in amazement. "You'll hurt me with that thing," Carol groaned, scooting back slightly on her bare ass as she tried to get away from the jerking piece of dickmeat.
"Hey, where you going?" Phil asked, amused by the young girl's terror. "I told you I wasn't going to hurt you. Believe me," he coaxed, grabbing her right hand and pulling her down on the couch.
Carol lay back down, looking apprehensively at the young man as he slowly jerked his cock off with his right hand. She watched in amazement as drops of pre-cum leaked freely from the long pissslit at the end of his purplish cock Phil swirled his fingers around, slicking them down with the leaking spunk, then greasing down the full length of his long cock-shaft with the oil.
"Ever suck cock?"
"What?"
"I asked, ever suck?" Phil said in a thick voice.
Carol swallowed hard. She'd heard stories of how some of the girls at school satisfied their boyfriends by sucking their dicks or taking a prong in the ass to keep from having babies. But she never thought much about doing it herself.
"No," Carol said, wondering if he was going to make her do it. It sounded a little disgusting to the young girl.
"First time for everything," Phil said, still smiling at her as he started edging up between her legs.
Carol pressed her head against the cold leather pad on the cart as Phil's knees moved to either side of her slender, young shoulders. He pushed his dick down with the fingers of his right hand, squatting down lower and lower as his balls touched her chin. Carol almost felt like crying out for help. Terror made her heart pound until she thought it would rip through her chest. Her pussy quivered as Phil lowered his muscular ass on her tit. Drops of translucent cum hung from the bottom of the big pissslit as Phil slid one hand around the back of her head and pushed it up toward his prong.
"Suck it, babe. Swing on that cock. I want to feel that mouth of yours around my dick," Phil said in a thick voice.
Carol shook her head from side to side defiantly, struggling under the young intern as she tried to squirm her way free. She'd had enough of this sexual playing around. It was frightening her. She wanted to get up off the cart, get dressed, and run home to safety.
"Oh no you don't," Phil said insistently, pinning her down to the cart. He gripped her head tightly with both hands. Carol felt absolute terror gripping her mind as she found herself helplessly trapped under the groaning intern. "I know your type--cock-tease we used to call them in high school. You've been prancing that ass around this place until everybody's noticed it--the patients, the nurses, the rest of the help around here. You've been angling that little pussy at me for a couple of weeks. Now I'm gonna get a sample of it whether you like it or not."
The words frightened Carol out of her mind. She was at Phil's mercy and it looked as if he weren't going to show her any. She had no choice except to do whatever he told her.
"That's better," Phil said, sighing as he noticed her body relaxing. "Now suck that cock."
Carol looked at the big prong staring her right back in the eye. Reluctantly she opened her mouth, closing her eyes as she felt Phil propel her head forward toward his dangling dick.
"MMMMMM, hot little mouth," the young intern moaned as the first three inches of his prong speared into the young girl's mouth. Carol almost gagged in revulsion as she felt something warm, salty and sticky suddenly mingle with her own spittle. She felt her body being racked with dry heaves as Phil hunched his powerful, smooth hips forward, driving another inch of his dong into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as Phil slid half of his eleven-inch dong into her mouth. At the same time he reached back, trailing his fingers along the young girl's belly until he found her pussylips. Lightly he pushed the fat, hot labes apart, scraping the slick, sensitive membrane running between the outer and inner cuntlips. Then he moved his fingers upward until they found the erect clitshaft. As he lightly gripped the tiny stalk between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it, he heard Carol groan and jerk her head forward, swallowing most of his prong with one move.
The young girl had never felt anything like it before. That sudden gentle pinch on her clit sent shocks of hot sexual delight searing into her brain. Her body was literally on fire. The nerve-endings stood on end from that move while the muscles tightened and contracted. She jerked upward, swallowing all those hot inches of dickmeat with one gulp. Then Phil took his hand away and Carol relaxed, realizing for the first time that Phil's dickhead was pressing hard against the back of her throat.
Carol gagged, feeling her hot spittle backing up in her throat and trickling down to her belly. White froth oozed out from between her widely stretched lips as the young girl slid backward, slackening her jaw to keep her teeth from digging in to Phil's giant rod too hard.
"Ohhhh, yeah baby, like that," the young intern said, lowering his right hand to the back of Carol's head and forcing the young girl's mouth back up the fat root of his dick again. Carol felt hot tears welling up in her tightly shut eyes as she gave in to the insistent pressure. She sucked in her breath as she felt her mouth filling up with the slick, rubbery hot inches of Phil's dickmeat. His balls slapped against the bottom of her chin as he jerked his smooth thighs forward, banging the tip of his drooling dick against the back of Carol's throat.
"Faster, baby, faster," Phil said, bringing his other hand around from Carol's swampy box to the back of her head. He locked his fingers just behind the girl's ears and held her tightly. Carol moaned with fear as she felt him force her head up and down the full length of his throbbing, fat rod. Her cheeks and jaw hurt from the wide stretching while her mouth filled up with more and more of her own spittle mixed with the salty taste of pre-cum.
"Work that cock, baby. Get that tongue of yours going," Phil groaned in a tight voice as he dug his fingers harder into the young girl's skull.
Carol let out a muffled groan, then started fluttering her tongue as best she could against the giant fuck monster. The young teenager thrust her head back until the mushroom-shaped cockdome was held tightly between her full lips. Slowly Carol swirled her tongue around the hot, silky surface, digging the tip of her tongue into the pissslit and forcing out more drops of thick pre-cum into her sucking mouth.
"Jeesus, you're good," Phil rasped as he moved his hands slowly through the jungle of long, brown hair hanging down to Carol's gleaming shoulders. He moved his hips slowly back and forth, rotating them slightly in circular movements as he gave the girl her first face-fucking.
"What'd you stop for?" Carol asked in surprised as Phil pulled back his thighs and slipped his dick out of her mouth.
"I didn't want to blow my jizz down your throat, babe," Phil said as he reached up and pushed the young girl back down to the leather emergency room cart. "I've got plans for that little cunt of yours."
Carol felt her body growing more alive, invigorated with each passing second. The young girl reached up and nervously touched the big dong sticking out from the flat, muscular belly facing her. It felt hard as steel, its heat nearly warming her palm. She watched as Phil closed his eyes and rocked slowly back and forth on his knees. Carol felt a thrill of power ripple through her body. Just by squeezing that hot, long thing in her hand and rubbing her fingers lightly up and down over the throbbing blue vein running the full length of that prick, she was able to control this big stud in front of her. She smiled to herself. This was something to be filed away in her memory bank to be used when needed later. Carol then slipped her fingers back until she could gather up the loose-hanging nuts swinging lazily just under the thick root of his cock. They felt hot and leathery. She fondled Phil's balls, squeezing them gently, then rolling them against themselves and watching with curiosity as Phil's nostrils flared and his face tensed with each movement she made. Phil's breathing caught several times while the cords in his neck stood out with tension.
"Shit, baby," was all Phil could say. The young intern knocked her hand away from his cock, then rolled on top of her with a violence that both delighted and terrified her.
"Stop, please," Carol groaned frantically as she felt fear and excitement burn through her mind. She could hear the squishy sound of Phil's big prong rubbing against her soppy cuntlips. His powerful, hot chest crushed her pointed nipples while his big hands dug painfully at her sides. Phil's cock gouged steadily at her while he clutched her thin body harder and harder up against him. "Please stop."
"You're full of shit," Phil said as he dug his fingers under her firm, young buttocks. Carol's nostrils flared in fear and excitement as he fucked his hips against her. He was sliding down, changing the angle of his cock against her cunt. Carol knew why. She let out a choking sob as she dug her fists between their bodies and tried to pry the young man off her.
It was no use. Phil had her trapped and pinned to the cart too well. She felt his big hips crushing against her thighs, forcing them wider and wider apart as his greasy cockhead plowed through the thick jungle of cunthairs to the wet slit between her legs.
"Damn you!" Carol cried.
"Fuck, you feel good, babe," Phil crooned as his cock plunged between her cuntlips. Carol tried to pull away still. But at the same time she felt something more violent and burning taking over her mind now. A hard, building tension between her legs was making her body more responsive to Phil's flicking. Every muscle in her body ached both from the struggle against the young intern and the tension gripping her budding clit.
"Yes, yes," Carol heard herself whispering huskily when Phil pushed against the soft hollow at the mouth of her cunt. The young teenager found herself tilting her mound so he would slide up along her cuntslit again. Then he slid over the throbbing clitshaft, making the room spin and grow blurry for Carol.
Phil let out a raspy moan while Carol tilted her hips again. The underside of his slicked down cockhead slid against her clit. At the same time she could feel something hot and wet oozing out of his dickhead and slicking down the tip of her pulsating mound of sex flesh. Carol bit her lower lip until she thought it would bleed as she felt a giant spasm throb out from her cunt.
"Now," Phil announced. Carol felt dizzy and half-crazy as she felt the big man hunch backward and down. Every nerve-ending around her messy box was alive. She could feel that hot, slick dick sliding along the full length of her swollen cuntlips. Phil's hot, wet, uneven breath blew against her chin and ear as he mumbled something unintelligible. Then Carol felt something hot, hard and stiff pressing against her outer labes. Her cuntlips flattened back as the pulsating, slick cockhead squeezed into the tight pussy opening. Carol's hot juices lubed Phil's spearing cock more, making it easier for the big prick to enter the young girl's twat. As it started sinking into her cunt, the big prong brushed against her clit and made Carol hunch off the emergency room cart.
"Easy, honey. I'm not going to hurt you," Phil gasped as he dug his strong fingers hard into the young girl's sides. Carol sighed as she felt more and more of the big dick sinking into her young body. It hurt a little. But the rocking pleasure she was receiving from her rubbed clit more than made up for the initial discomfort.
"Yes, oh yess, yesssss," Carol sighed. She clung to the young intern's neck, feeling her nipples scrape his curly blonde chest hair. "Oh, it feels good. It feels like I'm being split apart," Carol crooned, tilting her head back and rolling it from left to fight on the sweat-slicked leather surface of the cart.
Phil dragged his cock back a little, then up again. He'd primed the pump well. Carol's cunt stretched wide for him.
"It's so big," Carol moaned. Her head rolled back and forth violently now. Strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks and dampened forehead as Phil mounted his final attack on her pussy. The rigid spear was in her. The young girl shuddered from the sensation of her cunt being stuffed to the hilt with cock. Carol moved her hips, changing the angle her cunt made with Phil's big dick. Suddenly she felt her cunt muscles spasm and tighten down on the young intern's prong. Phil sucked in a deep breath, then let out a long sigh that sounded almost as if he were about to break out crying.
"Shit! What the fuck are you doing?"
"I can't help it," Carol said, feeling strange, new sensations taking over both her body and mind.
"Well, neither can I," Phil said, closing his eyes tightly and hunching down hard. The sudden, violent attack made Carol's eyelids flutter open and her jaw slacken in her fear and surprise. She felt her pussylips peeling back and stretching as far as they could without ripping apart. In an instant, Phil had buried the full length of his thick, eleven-inch dick into Carol's stretched pussy.
"OHHHHH!" the young girl cried. She arched her back, pressing her tit hard against the hot, sweaty chest pushing down on her. She felt her insides stretching around that huge shaft. Carol wanted to scream, but realized it wouldn't do her much good. Who would come to her rescue? And for what? Being fucked? She almost laughed at the idea.
The sound of tight gurgling above her made the young girl focus her attention once more on Phil's face. It was flushed red now. Sweat poured out from his thick blonde curls and trickled down his nose, cheeks and chin. His breathing was irregular. His arms bulged with tense muscles while his entire body seemed racked with some kind of spasm.
"Jesus, can't hold back any more," he said in an incredibly tight voice.
At the same time the young girl felt his thick dick swell up inside her pussy, pushing the slick cuntal walls further apart. Cumming! He was going to cum inside her!
Carol groaned and started jerking her tiny hips around spasmodically. She rubbed her throbbing clit excitedly up and down Phil's cockshaft, fucking her pussy up to a roaring climax.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Phil said, his thin lips peeling back in a smile as he let the young girl do the work.
"I can't take much more," Carol cried. She could hear the slick noises of her cuntlips sliding up and own his cockshaft, sucking and pulling at that fat, hot stick the way her mouth had a few seconds earlier.
"OHHH!" Phil cried out suddenly.
Carol held her breath. Their hearts pounded close together. Carol suddenly became terribly aware of everything around her. Phil's thick, muscular hairy legs wrapped around hers; his big arms towering above her; his powerful chest pressing down on her tits; and that big, fat, drooling dick ballooning up inside her, threatening to dump its hot load of jizz into her welcoming body at any second. She couldn't control the movements of her body anymore. Her lips rocked wildly back and forth. Her ass rolled left to right then back again as she bounced around the slick surface of the cart, milking the young groaning intern's dick and balls for cum.
Suddenly she felt a mountain of lust swell up in her crotch. Her hips churned wildly now. The noisy slurping of her cuntjuice leaking onto the slick leather under her ass filled her ears. Phil's uneven breathing mixed with his now constant cursing and unintelligible moaning excited her even more. Carol found herself joining the young intern, mumbling incoherent phmses and using words that used to make her blush as her cunt tightened more and more. Then there was a great, earthshaking vibration starting in Carol's cunt.
"AGHHHHHH!" the young girl moaned as she felt the first roaring contraction rip through her pussy in the hardest cum she'd ever felt.
"OHHH," Phil cried. Carol felt that mountain in her belly explode. She felt herself shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Somewhere far away a woman was screaming with something that sounded like pain. Only later did Carol realize it was herself. Carol thought she died in that first second of her climax.
Then another incredibly painful, pleasurable wave washed over her clit. She bucked under the now-ramming strokes of Phil's hard cock. Her fingers dug into Phil's ass, dragging him even deeper into her cunt. Carol closed her eyes and let the tapering waves of her cum carry her away to regions she'd never dreamed of.
When it was over, the young girl opened her eyes and saw Phil staring laughingly into her eyes.
"Shit, baby, you're better than most twentyyear-olds I know," he said, shaking his head as he cleared the sweat away from his face with his hand. Carol didn't know whether to be complimented by this or not. She was proud of her performance. But something in the back of her mind made her judge her actions as those of a slut.
"I'd better go," she said, propping herself up on her elbows and scooting back on the sweat-coated cart.
"Sure, sure. We'll figure out some other time for another fucking," Phil said, pulling back and sliding his flaccid dick out of Carol's cum-filled hole.
CHAPTER THREE
"What do you keep him around for?" Carol asked, edging against the outside wall of the clinic building. She felt her heart pounding with terror as she watched the sleek, black Doberman move stealthily toward her. Instinctively, the young girl raised her hand up to her throat and gathered the material of her white uniform up around the base of her neck.
"Protection at night. We had to stop hiring guards to look after the drugs in the pharmacy. Too expensive. So in came the guard dog. I don't think we'd have much of a problem if someone broke in," Phil said, standing next to Carol and crossing his broad arms across his chest as he watched the big dog pace up and down nervously inside the wire fence compound.
"He still gives me the creeps," Carol said, rubbing her arms briskly with her hands as she turned and started to walk back into the clinic. It was four-thirty. The fog started to roll in from the ocean, covering the sky with an ominous grey. The air turned damp and chilly as the thick mist swirled in the streets.
"Maybe so. But he keeps insurance premiums down on the building," Phil said, shrugging his shoulders and giving the dog one final glance before following Carol into the clinic.
Carol walked dreamily over to the small metal desk standing next to the door of the emergency room. This was her normal working space where she processed charts and other pertinent material on the patients coming into the clinic for emergency treatment.
"You don't have to go so soon, you know," Phil said, moving up silently behind her and pressing his crotch against her rounded young buttocks. Carol sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes as she felt his strong hands slide around her waist and under to her tits. Her nipples starting poking up again, scratching teasingly against her bra while her pussylips started to swell against her panties. That's how it all started a few hours ago. No! She had to go home. She couldn't stay here all night and fuck even though the idea had some appeal to her.
"Please. Some other time, maybe," Carol said reaching up and forcing Phil's hands off her chest and titties.
"Why later? Nobody else's here. The girls must've got tired waiting for us and went home," Phil said, placing his hands back onto Carol's narrow thighs and caressing them.
The young girl flushed with shame. She'd completely forgotten about her coworkers. How could she face them Monday morning? They'd know what happened between her and Phil.
"No, please," Carol insisted, backing away from the young intern.
"Okay, have it ... who's that?" he asked, turning around as the sounds of someone knocking at the front door filled the back room.
"Better go and see," Carol said, sighing with relief as she leaned against the front edge of her desk. She didn't know if she'd be able to hold out for another fuck.
"Damn!" Phil muttered under his breath as he wheeled around on his right foot and stormed out of the room.
* * *
"You sure you don't want me to wait?" Bob asked, his arm wrapped tightly around Lynn's waist.
The attractive blonde raised the collar of her tan raincoat and shook her head negatively.
"I want to talk to Carol alone, Bob. I think we've lost touch with each other and need to communicate a little better," Lynn said, turning and smiling at the powerful handyman.
"It's getting dark. You'd better watch out in this neighborhood. This town's got more than its share of freaks," Bob said, reluctantly taking his hand off Lynn's waist.
"I've lived here for ten years, Bob. Believe me, I know how to handle it. Now please go. Call me tomorrow ... please," Lynn said, waving goodbye as the big man ran around the car and slid into the driver's side.
Just then the light went on in the reception room. Through the glazed window glass of the big door, Lynn could make out someone walking through the room up to her.
"Mrs. Gailsworth!" Phil said in a loud voice as he opened the door and saw Carol's mother standing in front of him.
"Yes, is Carol there?" Lynn asked, stepping into the empty reception room and glancing around suspiciously, searching for her daughter. Lynn didn't like the idea that the reception room had been dark when she arrived.
"In back. I'll get her," Phil said, closing and locking the front door behind her.
"I have every intention of leaving," Lynn said coolly as she looked at the young intern.
"Can't be too careful," Phil said nervously, cringing slightly under the blonde's steady gaze. "There've been a couple of robberies in drug stores around Windward Avenue. They've been after the drugs."
"Of course. Now, if you'll just get Carol, we can go and leave you alone," Lynn said, walking over to a chair and sitting down. She smoothed the raincoat over her legs as she stared up at Phil and waited for him to go.
"Mother?" Carol said, almost running breathlessly into the reception room. "What are you doing here? I can get home alone," she said almost angrily as she walked up to Lynn.
"I'm sorry, dear. But the fog started to roll in and it got so dark so early. And besides, I wanted to talk to you about a few things," Lynn said, lowering her voice and glancing nervously over to Phil who was standing in the doorway leading to the back emergency room.
"Oh, all right. Just wait here and I'll get my things," the girl said, sighing audibly and walking back into the emergency room area.
"You've got quite a daughter there, Mrs. Gailsworth," Phil said, turning his head and watching Carol's bouncing buns disappear around the corner of the hall.
"Just what do you mean by that?" Lynn asked suspiciously as she rose from her chair and walked over to Phil, confronting him.
"Uh, I just mean she's a good worker." Lynn studied his expression, and was sure he'd fucked her daughter. How many times she didn't know. But that he fucked her, Lynn was positive.
"OHHHHH!"
"What was that?" Lynn asked in a hoarse whisper as she jerked her head around and peered into the semi-darkness of the hall leading to the emergency room.
"Stay here," Phil said as he ran into the hall. The blonde stood confused and numb as she heard another scream, this followed by shouts and the sounds of violent fighting.
"Stop it! Stop!" Lynn heard her daughter cry out wildly from the back room.
"Carol!" Lynn screamed, running into the hall. When she got to the entranceway to the emergency room, Lynn saw a scene that made her blood freeze. A tall, dark-haired man of about twenty four held a long knife against Phil's throat. His knee was jammed up against the young intern's groin while he gripped the hair on Phil's head. Two other men, slightly shorter and both blond, of about the same age, held Carol by either arm, pulling her into a crucifixion position as they laughed at her helplessness. Everyone was startled by Lynn's sudden entrance.
"Mother! Get out of here!"
"Get the police!" Phil cried out in a thick voice.
"My God!" Lynn cried. Suddenly one of the men holding Carol let go of the girl and made a leap at Lynn.
"Get her, Chuck," the man holding Phil against the wall cried.
Lynn backed away quickly as the young blond barely missed running into her. She wheeled around and started running for the reception room. Behind her she could hear the sounds of the young man's boots pounding against the polished tile floor.
"Come back here, you bitch," he cried.
Lynn groaned, then put on a final burst of speed as she reached the empty room. Suddenly her footing slipped and she tumbled to the floor.
"Ohhhhh!" Lynn cried, toppling over to her right and crashing into the scattering seats. The room was filled with the clattering of overturned office furniture and the blonde's screams as the man named Chuck rolled over onto her and pinned her arms to the cold floor beneath.
"I haven't had a hot mama like you in a long time," the young man said, grinning lewdly as he dug his dirty fingernails into Lynn's wrists.
The blonde turned her head to the right and let out a scream of revulsion as Chuck lowered his head and started kissing her throat violently. She kicked her legs out and up, trying to squirm free of the powerful, insistent rapist.
"That's it, mama. Move them buns across the floor. I like a broad who fights," Chuck said huskily as he dug his hand between their thrashing bodies and started searching for his zipper.
Lynn jerked her head around suddenly and spat hard into Chuck's eyes.
"You fuckin' bitch!" he yelled, trying to rub out the wad of spit.
Lynn took advantage of his sudden weakness and scrambled to her feet.
"No you don't," Chuck muttered as he grabbed the fleeing blonde hard around the ankles. Lynn staggered forward, nearly falling to the floor as she tried to shake free of the young man. She wheeled around and tried to kick him with her other foot. But he was too fast, scooting around on the floor and avoiding her kick as he pulled the trapped leg forward violently. The sudden jerky motion made Lynn lose her balance once more. She screamed and fought for balance, but it was useless.
"UHHHHH!" Lynn cried as she crashed to the floor. The room spun violently around as she was aware of something scrambling up next to her, then rolling hard on top of her. "Please," she begged as the sudden weight of the young man knocked the breath out of her lungs. He was hurting her, mashing her body under his as he reached down and pulled the hem of her blue dress up to her waist.
"A broad with panties. That's class," Chuck said, laughing obscenely as he clawed at the silky material of Lynn's briefs.
"No, don't, oh God, don't rape me," Lynn sobbed, raising her right hand and putting her forefinger into her mouth. She bit the finger hard as she turned her head away from the grunting man and sobbed uncontrollably. She felt hot, burning tears welling up in her eyes as Chuck dug his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled down. The sound of ripping material suddenly filled the room.
"Oh yeah, mama. You've got good flesh. Yeah, bitch," Chuck said in a low, throaty murmur as he pawed Lynn's creamy thighs. The blonde let out a low growl of revulsion as she turned her head and looked at the lustful leer twisting the face of her attacker. She felt his hands digging at her skin, pulling at the flesh as he moved his fingers closer and closer to her cunt.
"DON'T!" Lynn screamed, arching her back and tensing every muscle in her body as she felt Chuck cup her cuntal mound and squeeze hard. She twisted her body to the right, desperately trying to crawl out from under the disgusting rapist as he pressed his palm against the bottom junction of her outer labes while he dug his dirty fingers into the slit between her cuntlips.
"All you bitches are alike. You scream no, when all you want's a little of this," Chuck said, jabbing his fingers down hard into her fuckhole. Lynn shrieked again, rolling her head wildly from left to right as she sobbed hysterically. Her fingers clawed wildly at the young man's chest and belly. But he kept on fingering her pussy, ripping at her twat.
"No, no, no," Lynn groaned. Yet at the same time she found she was responding in a strange way to this man's violent attack.
"Pig-slut, bitch," Chuck said, grunting as he reached down between them again and searched for his zipper. Lynn stopped thrashing so much, and in a second she heard the muffled metallic sound of the tab sliding down the teeth of the young man's fly. She heard him grunt with satisfaction, then felt him fumbling for something. In another second the blonde felt something hot and sticky pressing against her inner thighs. Lynn knew it was his cock.
"Please, my daughter ... " Lynn pleaded.
"She'll get hers later," Chuck said, laughing as he slid his fingers under her butt and lifted her legs high in the air.
"Yeah, you really want this, don't you bitch?" Chuck sneered. The words stung Lynn's pride as she lay helpless under the big man's weight. She wasn't being raped now. She was a willing participant in a disgusting display of violent, kinky sex. The realization swept over her with disgusting clarity. In a final attempt of respectability, Lynn jerked her body hard to the left, managing to roll partly out from under Chuck's pressing body.
"Forget it," he said in a menacing voice. Lynn felt something cold and hard pressing against the right side of her neck. Looking over and down she saw the young man holding a jackknife against her flesh. "I've used this before, baby. Don't let me scar up your pretty face, huh?"
Lynn felt her blood chill as she let out a groan of defeat and rolled back on her ass. Chuck laughed in triumph, then slid the knife agonizingly slowly along the base of her throat to the top of her dress. Lynn strained her eyes down, watching the movement of that gleaming knife without making one single motion with her body. Her heart pounded crazily while the blood roared in her ears. Sweat poured out onto her hot skin as her flesh crawled with terror.
Quickly Chuck lowered his free hand to the top of her dress and pulled the material up, slicing through the bodice with his knife.
"Ohhhhh," Lynn cried out in horror, turning her head and sobbing wildly as she felt her dress being ripped open by this maniac. He laughed in a high-pitched shriek, then reached in and pulled violently at her bra.
"Let's see them titties," he grunted.
Lynn groaned, slithering her body slowly on the floor as she felt his icy fingers crawling into her bra. The strap pulled painfully against her sides and back as Chuck fumbled with her jiggling boobs.
"Uhhhhh!" Lynn grunted as she felt his fingers slip further into her dress and fumble around until he unfastened the snap of her bra. With a quick jerk, he pulled the bra loose. Lynn's thunderous tits flopped up, then settled and trembled like loose jello on her heaving chest.
"Goddamn!" Chuck gasped as he looked down at those big mounds. He moved his hands to her jugs, letting his fingers crawl like spiders over the tender marble-white tit skin until Lynn cried out with revulsion.
The big man moved his right hand quickly up, bringing it down violently across the woman's right cheek. Lynn grunted from the blow, tears welling up once more in her eyes as she stared with horror and surprise at the grinning Chuck.
"Just a sample of what you'll get," he said, lowering his body onto hers. He held the knife hard against her throat, threatening her if she put up a fight while he fondled her tit cruelly with his free hand. All the while Lynn felt his legs pushing hers apart while his cockhead pushed insistently against her cuntlips. With one final shove she felt that narrow dome slice into her pussy, jabbing deeper and deeper into her body.
Lynn cried out in spite of Chuck's threats as she felt his long pole spear into her body. She could feel his uneven wet breath blasting against the side of her neck as he humped and humped his way to cumming. The steady sounds of his thighs slamming against hem filled the tiny reception room as his grunting became louder and more throaty.
"UHHHHH," he finally groaned out in a long, low growl. His body stiffened, then shuddered as the first wad of jizz spattered into Lynn's violated snatch.
"Ohhhh, God!" Lynn cried out as she felt the punk fill up her pussy. She turned her head and almost vomited as the young man grunted, humped and fired his jizz into her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Don't," Lynn pleaded as Chuck slid his hands under her arms and dragged her to her feet. The blonde pulled her raincoat around her ripped dress, shrinking back from the big man's touch as he kept on sneering at her.
"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna do anything right now. Now get into that room," he said in a gruff voice as he shoved her forward in front of him.
Lynn walked quickly, trying to keep her distance in front of the young man. She stifled her sobs, trying to ignore the sticky feeling between her legs. His cum was drying, making her pussylips stick together and cling itchily.
"In there," Chuck said, shoving Lynn roughly into the emergency room. The blonde stumbled in, still clutching her raincoat tightly together at the throat as she moved to the right of the doorway and looked guiltily at her daughter.
"Mama ... " Carol said, reaching out toward her mother.
"Leave the bitch alone," Chuck said, sneering at the girl. "I just got through fucking the shit out of her," he said first to Carol, then turning around and grinning at his partners.
"Good boy, Chuck," the tall dark-haired man still holding Phil prisoner against the wall said.
"By the way, the guy over there's Bill and the one with the bitch there's Hank," Chuck said, pulling his knife back out of his pocket and flipping it open. He held it for a few seconds in front of his nose, peering at Lynn hotly over the blade and sneering at her. Then he moved the blade down, opening his mouth and starting to pick food from between his teeth with the gleaming tip. Lynn shuddered, turning away from the young man and wondering what was going to happen next.
"Come on, Chuck. Let's get what we came for and get the fuck out of here," Hank said as he jerked Carol roughly against his body and started making kissing sounds between his lips.
"Don't," Carol said, leaning away from the young blond and wrinkling up her face in disgust.
"If she's anything like the mother, she'll come 'round when you stick a dick up her snatch," Chuck laughed and still picked food from between his teeth.
"You pig," Lynn murmured as she watched her daughter being mauled in front of her.
"Easy, baby, if you want a head on that pretty little neck of yours," Chuck said, stopping his picking motions and looking up at the blonde. Lynn shuddered again, rubbing her arms with her hands as she felt her flesh crawling with goose bumps.
"Come on, doc. We came for the good stuff. You know, the morphine and cocaine you got in here," Bill said, pressing the sharp edge of the blade against the young intern's Adam's apple. "You cooperate, and we all walk out of here happy."
"It's locked in the cabinet over there," Phil said, moving his eyes to the left and looking at a tall, white cabinet standing in the far corner of the room.
"You got a key, open it," Bill said gruffly, pulling down the knife and backing away from the young intern. Phil straightened his uniform quickly, then walked to the cabinet as he fished the key out of his pocket.
Lynn watched nervously as the young intern unlocked the cabinet, revealing three glass shelves stocked with narcotics.
"Bingo, boys!" Bill cried out, smiling as he peered into the cabinet and saw the rows of medicinal bottles gleaming under the bright overhead fluorescent lights. Lynn watched as Chuck and Hank gathered the drugs from the cabinet, reading the labels carefully.
"You pushing or using?" Phil asked after several minutes of silence.
"Little of both, man, little of both," Chuck said under his breath as he stood up and straightened himself. He still held the knife he'd been picking his teeth with as a warning for Carol, Lynn and Phil not to try anything while they were loading up. "Just keep your cool, man, and we'll be out of here before you know it."
Lynn choked back a sob as she closed her eyes and leaned against the cold tile wall behind her. She'd been brutally raped by that animal, then forced to appear in front of her daughter in this horrible condition. She couldn't guess what kind of effect this would have on the young girl.
"I think we got it all," Hank said, checking the cabinet once more before standing up and walking up to Chuck.
"You want a piece of that young pussy before we get the fuck out?" Chuck asked Bill and Hank. The two young men turned and looked at one another, grinning sheepishly. Then they turned to Carol. The young girl sucked in a deep breath, stepping back against the wall as she looked desperately at her helpless mother.
"Why not?" Bill said.
"You leave her alone," Phil said. He'd been standing next to the cabinet, almost forgotten by the three men as they were examining their take and Carol. He moved quickly, stepping between the young girl and Bill. But Hank and Chuck moved quicker. Four arms grabbed the young intern, jerking him away from Carol and throwing him against the wall. Phil's head snapped against the hard tiles, knocking him half unconscious as he sank quickly to the floor in a crumpled heap. Both women screamed at the violence as Hank and Bill ran up to the groaning intern and picked him up. Chuck moved quickly up to the staggering intern, doubling up his fists and sending them crashing into Phil's belly. The young intern staggered forward, then fell to his knees as he doubled up in pain.
Hank moved quickly, driving the toe of his heavy boot into Phil's crotch with a sickening thud. Lynn turned her face and covered her ears as a piercing scream tore from Phil's throat. He fell vomiting at Chuck's feet.
Carol felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air as she watched the merciless attack on the young doctor. She shifted her eyes to her mother. Lynn leaned more heavily against the white tile wall as she watched the carnage taking place in front of her.
"Try to protect the young bitch, eh?" Chuck said, pressing the sole of his right shoe against the young intern's wrist. Phil groaned, the cry sounding like that of a wounded animal's. Lynn groaned out in horror as she heard the snapping sound of the young doctor's wrist breaking. His groans turned to shrieks of pain. "Shut up," Chuck said, swinging his boot back, then kicking through a wide arc into Phil's upturned, contorted face. Lynn and Carol heard Phil's teeth and jaw breaking. His head snapped back as his body jerked up and over from the force of the heavy blow. Drops of blood spattered through the room, some falling like a sticky, revolting rain onto Lynn's overcoat. The blond cried out in horror as she watched the young doctor fail backward and sink into unconsciousness.
"He won't bother us anymore," Bill said, nudging the limp body with the toe of his boot. "Hey, what's that?"
"Sounds like a dog barking," Chuck said, his body stiffening with nervousness as she crept to the half opened door they'd forced open earlier in the back of the clinic's emergency room. He poked his head tentatively out into the growing darkness of the foggy night and saw a large Doberman peering through the wire enclosure back at him. A twisted smile snaked its way across the young man's think lips as he turned slowly from the big animal. "Sure is a dog. A Doberman. Some guard dog," he said, laughing cruelly as he looked first at Lynn, then at Carol. "We don't have to leave right away," he said, lowering his right hand down to his crotch and staring harder at the two women. "Nobody's gonna come in here 'til Monday."
"You can't leave him like that," Lynn said, looking down at the apparently lifeless intern.
"Too bad about him," Chuck said. "Hold her," he said to both Bill and Hank. The two men moved quickly, grabbing Lynn tightly by both arms and pinning them hard behind her back. She cried out as a sharp pulling pain tore at her shoulder. Chuck walked up to Carol, leering at her as the young girl stepped back.
"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered as she felt the wall behind the cabinet with her buttocks.
"Ask your old lady if I hurt her," Chuck said, sneering at the young girl's terror. Then he reached forward quickly, wrapping his fingers tightly around the top of her uniform. With a quick downward jerk, he ripped open the front, sending several buttons showering into the air.
"Don't!" Lynn cried, trying to twist free of the two laughing men.
Chuck ignored the woman's pleas. He was all over the struggling young girl now, biting her neck and humping his crotch against hers as his hands ripped and tore at her uniform and bra. The room was filled with Carol's terrified cries and the sounds of ripping clothing. In a short time Chuck had ripped the white uniform off Carol, tearing her bra in two and shredding her white cotton panties with his powerful fingers.
"Leave my daughter alone! Oh God!" Lynn groaned in horror. Her knees turned to rubber as she sank in helpless terror. Chuck turned from the whimpering, naked girl and looked at Lynn. The blonde hung almost limply, supported solely by the two men on either side of her.
"Strip her," Chuck said, chuckling as Bill and Hank pulled her roughly along the floor and propped her by against the same, locked emergency room cart Carol had been fucked on a few hours before. Lynn stood horrified as the two young hoods peeled off her raincoat and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Her dress fell off easily, having been ripped almost in two by Chuck when he raped her in the reception room earlier.
As the two men ripped her clothes from her swaying body, Lynn watched Chuck unbuckle his belt and pull it out from the loops of his Levi's. He wrapped the buckled end of the belt once around his big, dirty knuckles as he let the rest of the piece of wide, brown leather dangle in front of his crotch.
"Always like to tenderize my meat before eating it," he said, swinging the heavy piece of leather back and forth in front of him like the arm of a pendulum as he advanced slowly toward Lynn. She backed up against the front edge of the emergency room cart as Bill and Hank moved away from her. Carol sank to her knees, whimpering and sobbing behind Chuck as he raised his hand to a striking position.
"Let's hear you scream again," Chuck said as he snapped the long belt lightly with a quick flip of his wrist.
Lynn shuddered, then turned quickly, pressing her exposed hairy snatch against the cold silver metal guard rails of the cart. As she wheeled around, Chuck brought the belt down. It bit flesh along the back of her ribs.
"Agh!" Lynn squealed, her body jerking forward as her head snapped back. She felt her tits jiggling back and forth from the sudden movement as the three men laughed.
Chuck swung the weapon over his head again, making the air whistle loudly in the room. Lynn turned her head around and watched the belt slice down, chewing into the tender flesh along her hips. She screamed mindlessly as the pain burned her quivering skin. She staggered to the left, stumbling along the length of the cart as she tried to escape the flailing leather belt.
"A little faster, babe," Chuck said in a loud voice as Lynn's right foot struck one of the wheels of the cart and made her stagger off balance. Her hands reached out helplessly, grabbing nothing but air as she tumbled to the hard floor on her hands and knees.
"Mama!" Carol called out again as Lynn gasped out in pain. Lynn turned around and saw Chuck bringing down his belt in a wide curve right at her face. The blonde cringed back, covering her eyes with her right hand as she tried to roll away. The leading edge of that wide brown leather belt cracked across her right buttock, sending painful spasms through the woman's body.
But in addition to the pain Lynn began to feel a bright, almost pleasurable warmth explode through her body. It radiated from her buttock, seeping into her pussy and up to her tits. Lynn felt her heart beating strangely and her mind spinning around in this new and terrifying response to the beating.
She whimpered again, uncovering her eyes and looking up as Chuck swung the belt in the air above his head like a lasso. As the pointed tip snapped down, Lynn wondered how much more heat would explode through her body. She wondered why she was reacting to this beating in this perverted way.
"OHHHH!" she cried as the tip caught the lower curve of her buttocks. Then nothing happened. Lynn panicked as she waited for the next blow. Why was Chuck pausing? Then the blonde realized she was almost waiting for the strap to come slicing through her skin. The idea of that big young man towering over her menacingly with the strap sent delicious chills up and down Lynn's spine.
He grunted with satisfaction as he surveyed his victim cowering on the floor. Chuck turned around and saw Bill and Hank smirking at Lynn, laughing as they made one or two obscene comments on the welts beginning to form on her asscheeks and chest. Chuck grunted again, then brought the belt down again, tearing it across her soft asscheeks. Lynn recoiled, crawling on her elbows and belly away from the big man. The cold tile floor bit into her nipples as another stroke of the belt made her body jerk sharply to the right. The pain brought tears to the blonde's eyes. But the resulting heat radiating to her clit made her cuntlips swell quickly with lust.
Again the belt sliced into her back. Again the heat from that wound snapped at her clit. Once again Lynn whimpered, then screamed as her knees jerked up toward her aching belly.
Then Chuck stopped. She waited on the floor, feeling every ounce of strength draining out of her from the pain and from the delicious tight feeling gripping her cunt. Lynn let the forbidden feelings wash over her like a sexual tide. It engulfed her clit and tits, making the woman moan like a bitch dog in heat. She prayed Carol would think the groans were from pain and not from the agonizing ecstasy making her pussy run with frothy hot juice.
Then she heard the sound of the belt being thrown on the floor. Lynn forced her head up and turned it around to see what Chuck had in store for her. Behind the two widely spread legs Lynn could see her daughter's flushed face contorted with pain and disbelief. Tears streamed from Carol's face freely as she sobbed and shook her head slowly back and forth. Her chin trembled as she raised her right hand and wiped her nose.
Lynn raised her eyes and saw Chuck's familiar big cock protruding out from his now-opened Levi's. The big, purple head dripped pre-cum, the sticky opaque fluid hanging in strings from the wide pissslit. His lower jaw worked back and forth as he studied the blonde's firm, rounded gleaming ass globes. Lynn wanted to spin around on her ass; but she was afraid she'd be inviting a fucking or, worse yet, a beating on her tender pussy.
Chuck reached down and shoved his jeans down to his knees, moving quickly forward and falling between Lynn's widely spread legs before the woman had a chance to move away.
"Don't!" Lynn protested, clenching her fingers into two tight fists and beating at the floor as she felt crushed by the sudden weight of Chuck's heavy, muscular body. Her tits were flattened against the floor as she felt the big man's hands jamming under her belly and pinching her tender flesh. Lynn closed her eyes and sobbed loudly, thrashing her body as best she could as she tried to shake the laughing Chuck off her back.
But nothing could stop him from what he planned for her. She felt his hot, slick cock slip into the tight crevice running between her high-riding asscheeks. His pre-cum was oiling down the hot flesh, greasing up the asscrack for the thick rod. Lynn let her head fall limply to the floor as tears flowed freely out of her eyes and on to the floor. Chuck's fingers dug more painfully into her sides, aggravating the welts that were beginning to mushroom up now from the savage whipping he'd just given her. The big man pressed his head against hers, nibbling at her ear and whispering obscenities into it as he hunched back for the initial thrust into her shithole.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lynn's eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs bugged out as she felt Chuck move his right hand from under her belly to her asscrack, shoving his fingers into the tight crevice and running them up and down until he found the brown wrinkled skin surrounding her tight hole. He stretched the opening as best he could with one hand, tugging on the hot flesh with his forefinger and thumb while he tried to work the other fingers into the tiny musky opening.
"Goddd," Lynn shuddered as she felt Chuck move his other hand to her ass. He was spreading open her cheeks, molding the firm, heavy flesh of her ass. She could feel the cool air of the room blowing into the hot, tight shithole as Chuck grunted with satisfaction. His cock was still digging into her asscrack. Then she felt something warm and gooey spattering against her tight tunnel. Lynn craned her neck around and saw the big man dripping thick gobs of saliva from his half-opened mouth onto her exposed hole. The sight made the blonde want to vomit.
Slowly Chuck moved his cock up the tight crevice toward the spit-drenched hole. At the same time he pulled the full cheeks apart as hard as best he could, digging his fingers into her whipped sides as he towered over her and positioned his stiff dong until it was poised directly over her bunghole.
Lynn held her breath as she felt Chuck bear down on her, grunting with the effort as he tried to rape her ass.
"AHHHHH," Lynn sighed with pain as she felt the thick, meaty head pushing past the tight ring of muscle around her shitchute and slipping into the first few inches of her hole. There was a painful, aching sensation shooting out from her ass and telegraphing into her cunt. The blonde could feel Chuck's hot nuts brushing the tops of her buttcheeks as he sucked in a deep breath and bore down again.
"OHHHHHH!" Lynn cried out as she felt her shitter suddenly catch fire. The sphincter muscle surrounding her brown wrinkled shithole skin gave way suddenly, admitting the thick cock into her bowels. Lynn's clit suddenly popped up, throbbing and pulsating with lust as the big man sank the final few inches of his prick into her asshole. While the woman groaned with forbidden pleasure, Chuck lowered himself completely onto her back, sliding his hands completely under her thighs until his fingers were caressing the pulpy, hot, slick tissues of her outer labes. Lynn jerked her hips up involuntarily, giving the man more room to play with her frothing cunt.
Chuck grunted again in approval as he hunched his hips up and dragged his cock out three inches, then humped forward and slung the hot dickmeat back into her. At the same time he peeled back her fleshy outer labes, running his dirtied, calloused fingertips along her small inner cuntlips. Occasionally the big man brushed her clit, laughing almost in a growl when he did. Lynn couldn't help but cry out then with pleasure, kicking her legs as best she could and squirming as her mind buzzed insanely with wild pleasure.
Now he was strumming her meaty clit, pinching the tiny mound of sex flesh until Lynn thought she'd go out of her mind. She screamed and groaned, begging him between sobbing spasms to stop. But Chuck only laughed, slinging his thick meat into her aching asshole while his balls screwed up tighter and tighter to the fat root of his prick.
The woman's face was flushed and swollen now, twisted up in an unbelievable expression of agonized ecstasy as Chuck pinched her clit, then rolled it like a pea from side to side. The resulting sharp bolt of pleasure jolted her body so badly Lynn thought she'd piss from excitement.
Then it happened. She felt Chuck stiffen above her, then flop down completely, crushing her under his massive muscular weight as his fingers dug painfully into the slick membranes of her juicy pussy. He was pulling out tufts of her cunt hair unknowingly as his cock started to fire wads of hot jizz into her shitter.
Lynn cried out as she felt the sticky spunk blasting into her. It was like getting a wild barium enema. She felt her brain flare up white as her pussy contracted and came. The scalding jelly burned her shitter as her clit throbbed and beat out a rhythm of unspeakable loving pleasure.
"Jesus, she's one hell of a bitch to ride," Chuck said, grunting like a satisfied pig as he slipped his limp dick out of her shithole.
"What about the daughter?" Hank asked, turning around and staring hotly at Carol with his buddy, Bill.
"I don't know. Why don't the two of you try her out."
"Please, oh God, PLEASE!" Carol groaned, tucking her slender legs under her young ass and crossing her arms protectively over her tits. She glanced down at her mother for help. But Lynn was in another world. "Don't do anything to hurt me," she pleaded helplessly.
"Oh baby, why you thinkin' that?" Hank sneered.
"Goddamn it!" Chuck said nervously, signaling his cronies with his right hand to keep it down. The emergency room was silent for a few seconds as the three men listened carefully. "Just that fuckin' mutt," Chuck said with disgust.
"Hey, what about the mutt?" Hank said, turning his head and looking meaningfully at Bill.
"What?" his buddy echoed.
"You know what I mean," Hank said, glancing down at Carol, then looking over at Chuck. The two men smiled as if they were reading each other's mind.
"You know how to handle a Doberman?" Chuck asked.
"Used to train dogs back in Nam. I can handle one goddamned Doberman, even if he is a guard dog," Hank said, walking quickly out of the emergency room into the backyard enclosure.
Carol heard the sound of wild barking followed by wild cursing. The growling seemed to grow louder, then turn almost into a gurgling choking as Hank's loud voice filled the room. She waited nervously, wondering what they had in store for her. Her mother lay quietly on the floor, sobbing and clawing at the tiles with her fingers while Phil lay bleeding only a few feet away from her knees. The whole scene seemed like a nightmare to her. She wanted to scream down the walls. But in fact her mother had done that and nothing had happened. It was no surprise. The clinic was bordered on one side by an open field, and on the opposite by a set of four railroad tracks and several empty warehouses. No homes were within blocks of the place.
"Think he's comin' back," Bill said, running his fingers through his closely cropped brown hair.
Hank walked into the room holding the Doberman tightly by a brightly studded black leather collar. His powerful black jaws leaked spittle, some of it frothing at the back of his black leathery lips as his big eyeballs rolled nervously in his head. His long, dark pink tongue hung out of the right side of his mouth. Carol shuddered as she stared at the prancing animal. His blue/black coat shimmered under the bright fluorescent lighting. The muscles quivered under his taunt skin as his uneven breathing seemed to roar in the young girl's ears. She wanted to call out to her prostrate mother in fear. But the girl was afraid to attract any more attention to herself.
"Think he'll obey?" Chuck said, arching his eyebrows as he zipped up his fly and stood to one side of the cart. The animal looked curiously at Phil, then shifted his pointed head slightly and stared at Lynn's upturned buttocks. He pulled forward, dragging Hank behind him as he sniffed at the leaking jizz still oozing out of her bunghole.
"Who knows? He's hot for pussy, I think," Hank said as he let the dog drag him along. The three men watched curiously as the big dog sniffed at Lynn's naked ass. His pointed ears tilted forward as his snout descended closer toward the oozing asshole.
"Uhhhhh," Lynn moaned as she felt something cold and wet touching her butt. The woman opened her eyes and lifted her head, turning to see what was touching her. One look at the big black animal and his shuddering body jerked Lynn into consciousness. She slithered forward, startled, tucking her long legs under her as she tried to get away from the amazed animal. Her eyes widened with terror as she covered her pussy protectively with both hands. "What are you doing with that animal in here?"
Chuck, Hank and Bill just laughed.
"Your daughter's gonna find out soon," Hank sneered.
"She'll be trouble. Tie her up with the patient restraints over there," Chuck ordered. Bill pulled several long linen restraints out of a half-opened cabinet drawer and walked over to Lynn. The woman looked up pleadingly, whimpering as he tied two of them tightly to her wrists. The cloth nearly cut off circulation in her hands as Bill finished knotting them to her arms, then pulled her across the floor to the locked emergency cart. He quickly fastened the other ends of the two restraints to the front two supports of the cart double knotting them to make sure the woman couldn't get away. Lynn noticed immediately she was facing her daughter and the big Doberman.
"Hey, little girl. Wanna see what a good licking can do for a broad?" Hank said in a tiny, mock childish voice to Carol.
The young girl looked up at the three men then over at her mother, and finally at the dog. She was paralyzed with terror. Her body shook convulsively as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead and under her arms.
"Your mama's gonna show you something," Hank said, pulling the dog around until he was facing the cringing blonde. "Go on and feed, boy, feed," Hank said as he crouched down and whispered the words into the Doberman's pointy left ear.
Lynn's eyes bugged out as she watched the dog's powerful jaws open. His gleaming white teeth looked like rows of hundreds of razor-sharp blades set perfectly in a soft, wet pink lining. Spittle rolled out of that opened mouth, dripping down to the floor in long crystal strings.
"Keep 'em apart or I'll have him rip your snatch apart," Hank warned her.
Lynn whimpered, then relaxed her leg muscles as she watched the animal as closely as if she were a hunted, cornered sewer rat.
"Go on, boy," Hank urged, letting go of the big animal's collar and giving him an encouraging shove forward.
The big Doberman moved forward cautiously, sniffing the air gingerly as he strained his pointed, strong head ahead. Lynn pushed her head back until it was pressing hard against the stainless steel support columns. Her legs trembled with fear as the Doberman crept between her widely splayed thighs.
"Oh God, help me," the blonde cried out, closing her eyes and breaking down into helpless, wild sobs of despair as she felt the hot, wet breath of the dog blowing gently against her cunt. Chuck and Hank laughed as they watched the big dog lower his head and take a big sniff at the woman's dark red cuntal slit. His ears perked up as he seemed to like what he smelled.
Lynn opened her eyes again and noticed the big dog's body trembling. She looked down and behind and saw his cocksheath jerking around. In another second she saw a red, pointy, worm-like thing oozing out from the black, furry cocksheath that twitched and bobbed up against the Doberman's muscular belly as if it had a life of its own. His fuzzy cumsacs jiggled and screwed up tightly against the thick root of his knobby prong with excitement as his eyes bore down into Lynn's. The blonde could sense the savage, powerful lust radiating out of the powerful animal's body as he peeled back his rubbery black lips and revealed that terrifying row of white, gleaming crisscrossed teeth lining his dark pink gums. The big dog's black nose twitched as he took another sniff at the woman's exposed pussy.
The Doberman crept forward, one giant black paw in front of the other as Lynn scooted her firm asscheeks back as far as she could. The blonde could feel the cold stainless steel supports of the cart she was tied to pressing against her sweating back. Her slender fingers clawed helplessly at the air as she pulled her head back and turned her face away from the approaching dog. The big black animal's growling sent shivers of horror and revulsion through her trembling body. Her mind buzzed as beads of sweat broke out on the terrified woman's forehead. She was about to be touched by an animal, about to be subjected to the lowest form of sexual degradation imagined by man. And all this was to take place in front of her daughter! Lynn groaned with despair and horror, opening her eyes and turning her head around again to face the big animal.
"UhhhhhOOHHHHH!" the blonde cried out. Her knees trembled, then snapped toward one another as the Doberman lowered his powerful head and pushed his cold nose gently against her cuntlips. Lynn felt the soft membrane peel back slightly from the pressure. The Doberman's hot, wet breath drifted into her fuckhole, sending shivers of revulsion through the writhing woman's body.
Lynn groaned again, rolling her head wildly from side to side against the front edge of the cart while she pulled and jerked at the restraining ropes binding her wrists to the steel columns. She rocked her ass on the cold tile floor, moving it first left, then right as she tried to save her pussy from the animal's attack.
"God help me! God in heaven, help me!" the blonde cried in a strained voice as hot tears of shame and fear welled up in her terrified eyes, then spilled down onto her flushed cheeks. Lynn's mouth twisted into an expression of disgust and horror as she watched the big dog's body tremble with sexual fury. Her toes curled tightly around while the blonde rubbed the backs of her legs helplessly against the floor as she tried to back away from the Doberman.
"Too much for you, honey?" Chuck sneered.
"Fuck, let's get some of this coke out and have some fun while the bitch gets it," Hank said, pulling out a bottle of white powder and handing it over to Bill.
"You think the kid wants a snort?" Bill asked, leaning over and looking hotly at Carol. The young brunette didn't hear or see what the men were doing only a few feet away from her. Her eyes were glued to her mother who was moaning and trying desperately to protect her bare snatch from the growling Doberman's vicious attack.
"Come on, baby," Bill said, scooting over on his ass and grabbing Carol tightly around the neck. The young girl cried out in surprise, then tried struggling with the big man. But Bill was too strong. He held her tightly with one powerful arm while he pushed a small amount of cocaine up to her nose.
The young girl turned her face away, choking back the sobs as she felt his grip grow tighter and more painful around her wrist.
"Take it," he said savagely, shoving the white powder almost up her nostrils as he dug his powerful fingers into her sides. The girl inhaled sharply from the sharp pain around her waist, inadvertently inhaling the pinch of coke in front of her.
Carol cried out, then started coughing and sneezing violently as Bill let her go and went back to his buddies laughing. The young girl fell to her knees, raising both hands and grabbing her throat as she felt suddenly dizzy and light-headed. Carol pulled her head up and looked at her mother through a brightly colored pleasant haze building in her mind. Suddenly the horror of the scene disappeared, replaced by a pleasant, even erotic, euphoria. The girl smiled, then rocked back on her heels as she moved her right hand over her naked pussy and started playing with her outer labes. The sudden change in the young girl's attitude didn't go unnoticed by the coke-snorting gang.
"Godddd," Lynn shuddered as the dog moved forward. Her screaming and thrashing had startled the big animal into a temporary retreat. He'd backed up a foot and stared confusedly at the helpless woman. His big ears pointed forward while his belly panted with excitement. The temporary standoff ended. He let out a loud bark, then started moving slowly back to the woman's quivering snatch.
"Please," she said through her tightly clenched teeth as she could feel the Doberman's breath once more drifting through her pussy hairs. Then his cold nose was touching her labes once more, pushing tentatively forward into her hot fuck tunnel as the emergency room was filled with Carol's soft giggling.
CHAPTER SIX
Lynn felt the muscles in her inner thighs cramp up painfully as the Doberman pushed his pointed, furry snout into her snatch. She felt her pussylips peel apart, unsticking as the dog growled lower and more excitedly. Cold sweat covered her body as she threw back her head and let out a high-pitched, thin wail of despair. Her arms pulled desperately at the tight, binding ropes, making her muscles bulge out. The veins stood out in her flushed forehead as her heart pounded wildly, threatening to rip through her chest. The blonde's face was streaked with rivulets of tears as she sobbed uncontrollably in front of the savage animal. Lynn tried to cry out and beg the men to let her go. But her mouth was too swollen and dry from terror for her to say anything intelligible.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed as the cold nose started to scrape along the slick, warm inner membranes of her pussy. Lynn started to think of those rows of sharp teeth gleaming under the bright overhead light. She pictured them slicing through her tender pussyflesh, tearing into her helpless pussy until her cunt filled with blood while she sat helplessly bound to the cart. Lynn whimpered, jerking her head to the right and raising her buttocks as she tried once more to escape this onslaught. The big Doberman wasn't about to be put off this time. Rearing back, the big dog chewed somewhat lightly her hip, drawing a small trickle of blood from the flesh covering the bone. As the razor-like teeth dug in, Lynn shrieked, jerking her body so hard it moved the locked cart across the floor about two inches. The blonde's violent screaming finally toned down into meaningless babble as Chuck watched her with an amused grin which turned colder and uglier as the seconds ticked by.
"That's what you'll get if you try anything more with him," the big man said, taking another snort of coke as he chuckled obscenely.
Lynn sobbed helplessly, her throat becoming raw and hoarse from the tension and strain. Finally the blonde looked up at the big dog. He still stood trembling between her widely splayed legs. His snout was coated with a thin layer of her cuntjuice, while a small band of blood embellished his upper lip. The blonde shuddered, then closed her eyes and hung her head limply on her chest. There was no escaping this degrading, killing, merciless humiliation about to be inflicted upon her. She couldn't escape. All the woman could do was submit to whatever Chuck and his pals gave her and pray that she'd have her day of revenge.
The animal moved closer and closer, lowering his head to the level of her pussy while he kept his big brown eyes tightly fastened to Lynn's face. The blonde groaned again, stiffening every muscle in her body as the now familiar sensation of the Doberman's hot breath filled her inner thighs and snatch.
Then the nose was back again, pushing into her pussy lightly. But this time there was something new. The big dog moved back slightly, opening his mouth and pushing his long, dripping wet tongue out and onto her furry twat. At first Lynn felt her stomach turn over and contract, threatening to send a load of bile through her mouth.
But then something strange happened. The terror, the sheer helplessness and overpowering degradation of the situation was actually turning Lynn on in a way she'd never dreamed of before. There was something warming, sexually exciting in being humiliated like this. She felt small, insignificant, universally dirty and defiled by these men and this dog. The big-titted blonde bit her lower lip, sobbing at this realization. Yet it was something she couldn't put out of her head. Her body was sweating and trembling now--but this time, it was due at least in part to what was happening in front of her.
"OHHHHH," Lynn cried as she felt the long, hot wet tongue slurp up her pussy, pulling the blonde cunthairs up and laying them flat against her swelling, hot pussylips. Why was she feeling so weak? Why were her slender shoulders shaking? And there was that big, swelling ball of tightness in her belly, growing until it spread down to her pussy and up to her jiggling titties. Lynn gasped as she worked her fingers helplessly in the air. Her knees involuntarily spread apart as she sagged down from her bounds and opened herself up to the licking animal.
"I think she's startin' to like it," Chuck commented as Lynn's breathing became irregular. She was panting, panting like the dog standing in front of her with his big tongue sloshing up and down her swelling, heating, tightening pussy.
"OHHHHhh," Lynn cried out hotly again, rolling her head against the front edge of the emergency room cart as hot rivulets of dog spit oozed down her inner thighs and seeped into her asscrack. The big dog shoved her thighs further apart with his handsome black head and started to wash his tongue over her thighs and bottoms of her asscheeks. Lynn felt herself floating mindlessly in a sea of warm wetness as the Doberman's growls echoed through the room.
The blonde sucked in a deep breath as the big dog suddenly applied more pressure to his tongue. The sudden, scalding force of his powerful tongue as it peeled her cuntlips apart made the woman jerk her knees up and apart even further. The big dog growled low in his throat and braced his paws on the floor as he pressed up and in. One wet lick rubbed over her clit. Lynn's eyelids fluttered open and her eyes bugged out as she bit blood from her bottom lip. What was she coming to? She was actually enjoying this horrible scene of depravity. The blonde cried out in anger, then changed her shout of hatred to whimpers of delight as the wet tongue sloshed once more over her mound of sputtering sex flesh.
The big dog pressed harder. Lynn felt the cheeks of her ass press harder against one of the front steel columns of the locked cart. No one could have made the dog stop now. He was wrapped in his own sexual frenzy as he sopped and licked up the now-flowing juices of the blonde's pussy. Lynn wouldn't have wanted anyone to stop what was going on now. She felt a strange, elating kind of hot wetness gripping her body. Her big tits swayed lazily across her sweat-streaked chest as her nipples poked themselves stiffly out into the air. Blonde locks of her hair clung wetly to her dampened forehead as Lynn's eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head.
"No, no, no," Lynn groaned weakly, rolling her head from one shoulder to the other. Hair hung in her eyes as she felt every ounce of strength draining from her body. Lynn's cunt ached from the tension of the big animal was stoking up in her snatch. The friction, that rubbing of one wet surface against another, was driving the blonde out of her mind. Her knees trembled violently now as she felt her pussy screwing up tighter and tighter under the big dog's attack. Her nipples felt as if they'd tweak off her jiggling boobs. Her ears roared with the slick clicking sound of the Doberman's tongue against the folds of her pussyflesh. She could feel bolts of white-hot sexual heat cutting through her like the teeth of a rusty saw.
"OHHHHHH," Lynn sighed as she felt the inner, wet surfaces of her cunt rubbing together. The woman was helping the big animal now, rolling her firm ass on the floor and grinding her thighs up and down as she milked her pussy flesh together with those body movements. At the same time she squeezed more hot juice out of her fuckhole. The Doberman growled as he lapped up the tiny river of pungent fluid, growling for more as Lynn sighed, whimpered and groaned with delight.
His tongue had completely wet her. He whined alternately with growling. His strong body quivering with tension as his tongue went wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner skin of her thigh. Each hard, wet hot lick brought floods of juice from her cunt and made her belly contract with delight. Lynn felt ecstatic. She squirmed shamelessly on the floor, her hot assflesh squeaking over the sweat covered tiles as she rolled up and hunched up to the big dog's snout. Lynn knew the big dog was tasting her. She could tell from his reaction he was more than pleased with her response to his licking. The blonde opened her eyes and looked down at the big, dark red knobby swaying thing bobbing back and forth between the Doberman's muscular hindquarters. At first she'd been afraid of that knotty spear. Now all she could think of was how it might feel peeling back her cuntlips and sinking slowly into her cunt.
"Uhh, ohhh, fuck," Lynn babbled, her head tossing back and forth at the strange tensions gripping her body. Gently and delicately, the Doberman's long pink tongue curled around her tiny inner cuntlips, stroked her clit until the blonde thought she'd scream from the delicious agony. She pulled savagely at the ropes cutting into her wrists. Lynn didn't want to crawl away now. She felt like throwing her arms around the big dog, hugging his powerful head tightly against her juicy pussy as she hiked her legs up and locked them tightly around the animal's belly. Lynn yelped loudly, then sank once more into blissful semi-consciousness as she could feel the big animal's hot breath tickle her cuntal curls.
"Yes, yes, yes," Lynn moaned. She didn't care what was happening to her now. She felt her pussy turning into a squishy, steamy mess between her thighs as the dog's tongue plowed through her cunt with more frenzy. Lynn moved her ass up as much as she could, trying to give the dog more of her cunt to eat. The Doberman sensed the excitement ripping through her body. He whimpered through his nose, bathing the very bottom of her asscheeks with his hot spit. Then he lapped back into the split of her asscheeks. Soon he was teasing her tight bunghole, licking the brown wrinkled skin with the tip of his tongue while his big forepaws pushed against her inner thighs. Lynn cried out wildly. It felt so good to be that hot and wet down between her legs. A red haze slowly lowered itself over the blonde's eyes. Through the buzzing in her mind the woman realized she was about to climax in a wild series of spasms.
"Oh, nooooooo," Lynn moaned. Her arms pulled wildly at the ropes. Her clit burned like a flaming jewel from the lapping friction. The places between her curling toes tingled strangely as she felt the air scorched in her expanded lungs. Every tiny hollow of her cunt seemed peeled back now, completely exposed to the big dog's moving, licking tongue. The Doberman nuzzled and licked and pressed his nose against her soaked cunt. Lynn gasped and babbled to him as he kept on fucking her with his snout and tongue. The blonde slowly dragged her legs together, hiking up her knees to give him more licking room while she pressed her thighs tightly against the furry coat. The stiff tickle of his short hair made the woman yowl with sexual fury. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth as she moved her ass up, then let it fall back again. She twisted slightly from side to side, then arched up to give him more room to concentrate on her clit.
"Ohhhh ... Uhhhh ... " Lynn cried. She didn't care what happened to her any more. All she could think about was the terrible aching tension gripping her pussy and the release she was skyrocketing toward.
"Take it in, babe," Chuck said, laughing almost uncontrollably as he watched Lynn's frantic sexual acrobatics.
"Eat it up, babe," Hank said, laughing with his friend and taking another snort of coke.
Bill might have added his comment. But he was busy curled up with Carol, his right arm around her bare shoulder while his left hand was caressing her bare thighs. The young brunette didn't seem to notice him. She was drifting off in a world of her own, her head rolling lazily against the wall behind her while her glazed eyes seemed locked on her bucking, hunching mother. A dreamy smile was on her full lips as Bill moved his calloused fingers across her flat belly, then down past her navel to the jungle of black pussy hairs covering her cuntal mound.
"More, uhhh, more," Lynn begged. She wanted her cunt filled up. Her pussy walls spasmed. She could feel the muscles in her twat trying to grab the dog's black nose. She quivered on the brink of her climax. The big muscles in her thighs and ass cramped. If only she could have something pushing against the itching, aching walls of her snatch.
"UHHHHH! AHH!" Lynn moaned. The cords stood out in her neck as the Doberman nuzzled his snout between her cuntlips. She felt her pussy roar with climax. If a cock were in her now she'd be milking it with those swollen, fat labes. Lynn's mind burned at the thought, and her ass bucked against the Doberman's parted jaws. His teeth cut her slightly, bringing babbling groans of pleasure from her throat. The woman pressed her knees more tightly against the Doberman's hot, trembling body. She tossed her head like a madwoman now, feeling her own hair whipping in soft tangles across her face as she felt herself finally falling over the brink and cumming.
"UHHHHHH," Lynn cried in a low, broken throaty voice. She felt her crotch fill up with an itching, teasing fire. She quivered and throbbed while she bucked her body wildly. Her back scraped against the front metal columns of the cart as the Doberman kept licking and nuzzling against her cunt. Hot, salty-tasting juice flooded out onto the animal's snout, wetting down the short fur as the wet sounds of tongue against pussy squished and squeaked louder than before. Her orgasm was achingly s low. It wasn't at all as sharp and fast as when a man fucked her snatch. Lynn couldn't seem to get enough friction for the kind of orgasm she needed to completely satisfy herself. But it was enough to keep the delirious waves of ecstatic climax flowing.
When Lynn opened her eyes again, she saw the dog still standing between her widely splayed legs. His eyes glistened and rolled in his forehead. The blonde sighed, wanting to reach out and pet the big dog gratefully. Then gradually the reality of the situation came back to her. What had she done? What had she felt? She, a respectable housewife in Los Angeles, had committed one of the foulest acts of sexual perversion--and in front of all these men. It was bad enough to have had to go through with something like this. But even that could be forgiven if she had put up some kind of resistance. But Lynn hadn't done that at all. She enjoyed it, welcomed the humiliation and the resultant sexual depravity that went along with it. Lynn groaned and turned her head away from the dog, feeling her face redden with shame as Chuck and the other men broke out into loud laughter in front of her.
"Well, bitch, you really put on one hell of a show," Chuck said, standing and swaying from side to side. The coke had begun to work on his equilibrium. "But poor old dawg's still got a hard-on."
Lynn looked furiously at the tall, young man. She wanted to claw his face off with her fingernails. He was standing in front of her, laughing at her deplorable condition while he sniffed dope and degraded both her and her daughter.
"Carol," Lynn cried out almost under her breath as she thought of the young girl for the first time since her cunt-licking. She saw her daughter sitting spread-eagle in the corner of the room. Bill was almost on top of her, stroking her pussylips with his right hand while he fingered her big boobs with his left. "Leave her alone!" Lynn cried out, her arms jerking the thick restraining ropes tied tightly around her wrists.
The men just laughed at her, Hank encouraging Bill to fuck the girl in front of the mother just to watch Lynn's reaction.
"Can't get the fucker up," Bill said, reaching down with his left hand and cupping his groin. "This fuckin' coke does shit for my cock."
"Hey, don't worry about it. We've got one hell of a substitute for you," Chuck said, nodding toward the big Doberman.
"Oh, no, not my daughter!" Lynn said, her forehead wrinkling up in horror as she looked first at the men, then at the dog, then at Carol. "Oh God, she's too young. Don't do this to her!" the woman begged.
"She's probably been fuckin' men a lot more than you have, babe. But maybe we can take care of Bowser with you first," Chuck said, turning around and winking sleepily at Hank and Bill. The two men looked curiously at Chuck, then seemed to read his mind. Sick smiles curled up their lips as they staggered to their feet and joined Chuck as he walked up to Lynn.
The blonde tilted her head up, watching Chuck closely as he bent down and untied the ropes fastening her wrists to the cart.
"Ohhhh," Lynn moaned in thanks as she brought down her aching arms and rubbed her sore wrists together. In a second she felt Chuck's powerful hands slipping under her arms, hiking her to her feet. Next to her Lynn heard the Doberman whining in confusion.
"Take care of him for a few minutes," Chuck said as he lifted Lynn up in the air and sat her down on the cold leather surface of the cart.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lynn sat quietly on the edge of the locked cart. Her legs dangled limply down toward the floor as she crossed her arms in front of her tits and shivered in the cool air of the room. Gooseflesh dotted her flesh as she watched Chuck move to a tall, white wooden cabinet at the other end of the room. He pulled open the bottom drawer and smiled at what he saw. Lynn looked nervously at the big man as he reached in and pulled out a set of stirrups. They clanged loudly together as he brought them over to the cart.
"What are you doing?" Lynn asked nervously as she watched him insert the stirrups into slots located at opposite ends of the cart.
"Whadaya think?" Chuck slurred as he finished looping the material through the hooks at the curved end of the stirrups. "Slide over," he ordered, indicating with his right hand the position he wanted Lynn to take.
The blonde followed directions reluctantly, bringing up her legs until her knees pressed against her tits, then swiveling around on her bare ass until she was facing the stirrups. Chuck reached over and forced the blonde to scoot down. When her ass was nearly hanging over the front edge of the cart, Chuck moved quickly and pushed her legs high in the air. In a few seconds Lynn's ankles were hooked into the loops dangling from the edge of the stirrups. Her bare ass rolled up, exposing her dripping pussy to the air.
"This is for the mutt," Chuck said, bending down and unfastening a bolt just beneath Lynn's upturned ass. A metallic extension to the cart of about twenty inches folded down from the underside of the gurney, locked into an upright position as Hank held the impatient Doberman.
"God!" Lynn moaned as her fingers clawed along the leather surface of the cart. Her titties lay in two fleshy puddles on top of her chest as she heard the big dog's claws patter nervously over the tiled floor.
"Get him up," she heard Chuck say.
"Come on, boy, come on," Hank said in a strained voice as the room was filled with the big animal's growls and whimpers. "Fuck, he's a heavy mother," the former trainer grunted as he wrapped his big arms around the Doberman's chest and hauled him up.
"One look at that pussy and he'll jump up," Chuck said sarcastically, placing his big hands on his hips.
Lynn craned her neck up, looking between her widely spread and raised legs. In an instant she saw the black eyes of the Doberman rising above the silver metal surface of the cart's extension. They blazed first with anger at being handled this way by Hank. Then the look changed, first to surprise, then to lustful fury as he saw the dark red wet slit facing him, inviting his cock to enter forcefully.
"Shit! Told you so," Chuck said as the Doberman's hindquarters worked wildly on the floor. He was trying to scoot up to the cart as best he could. Hank held on tightly, pulling the big animal up until the Doberman stood precariously on the tiny metal extension.
"Ohhhh," Lynn cried, lowering her head and sucking in a ragged breath as she felt the cart vibrate under the big dog's movements. He moved forward cautiously, looking down at the floor below, then turning his big head and staring at the now-familiar pussy in front of him. Lynn's nervous movements excited the Doberman. His thick, knobby cock had never fully receded into his furry sheath. It swelled up once more, poking its wormy, red pointed tip out of the hairy sheath as his breathing became heavier and more irregular. His big, black nostrils flared with growing excitement as his cock throbbed in time to his heartbeat.
Lynn raised her head again a few inches off the leather covering of the cart. She could see the animal's stiffening, widening prick better now than she could when she was chained to the cart earlier. It was growing longer and longer, much longer than the blonde could believe. She'd never guessed an animal could have a big dick like the one she was looking at now. The surface was dark red at the tip, turning to a pinkish orange at the base of the prong. Its shape was like an irregular cone, the surface broken by large, rolling swells of hard hot animal flesh. Blue veins crisscrossed just barely under the tightly pulled dickskin. And at the fat root of that ugly thing were two tiny balls pulled tightly against the base.
The woman gasped, her eyes bugging out with grinding terror as the Doberman moved carefully forward toward her upturned pussy. He sniffed once more at the wet, hairy gash. Lynn could tell he was excited by the powerful aroma of her cunt juice mixed with his spittle. She watched him bend his head down low, take a large sniff, then pull his head up again and move forward. In an instant the animal's big forepaws were pressed tightly against Lynn's raised thighs. The woman shuddered, clawing the leather covering of the cart harder until she thought she'd rip it from the surface. The flesh on her thighs crawled with forbidden excitement as the bristling hairs of the Doberman raked across her skin.
With a quick leaping movement the large black dog jumped forward, driving the sharp claws of his powerful forepaws into the skin of Lynn's belly.
"OHHH GODDD!" she cried out, turning her face away from the drooling animal and gasping for breath. It felt as if two sharp spears were pressed hard against her stomach, digging into the tender flesh as they drove the air from her lungs.
"Go, mama," Chuck rasped.
Lynn cried out as she felt the heavy, clawing forepaws slide up her belly toward her tits. The soft pads at the end of the Doberman's forelegs chilled her flesh while the claws left a red trail of scraped skin.
"Oh no, oh God in heaven, no," Lynn moaned, throwing her head from side to side as she was flooded with conflicting desires. She hated herself for the lust she felt deep in her pussy. Half of the struggling blonde wanted to kick the dog away, while the other, more strong half, enjoyed the itchy, unsticking feeling her pussylips made as they gorged with blood and pulled back with excitement.
"Go on and take it, mama," Chuck said, his words slurring into one another as he took a large snort of coke. The three men swayed uneasily back and forth, rocking drunkenly on their heels as they watched the big Doberman towering over the helpless woman. The animal's huge paws seemed to cover more than half her belly as the dog threw back his head and let out a loud, low-pitched yelp of triumph.
Lynn shuddered, letting out a choked sob of horror mixed with unspeakable excitement. She could feel the big animal trembling on top of her. His hindquarters moved nervously on the small metal extension at the end of the cart. Then the dog's forepaws moved up, pushing into her sweaty skin, clawing at the ribcage that ridged the blonde's heaving chest. The Doberman lowered his head, and a long string of translucent drool hung down from the right side of his powerful jaws.
"No," Lynn cried, her voice cracked with mixed emotions as she felt the hindquarters of the trembling dog sliding closer and closer toward her upturned asscheeks. Lynn pulled her head up, jerking it until she could see the animal's huge, pointed, drooling red knobby cock. It was throbbing with passion and tension, beating against the animal's muscular belly as oily drops of doggie pre-cum oozed out of the tiny pissslit. The short fur on the dog's hind legs tickled the backs of Lynn's upturned legs as he positioned himself for the initial entry.
"Fuck her, boy."
"Go on, blast the bitch's cunt."
"Hey, baby, you wanna suck my cock while you take 'im in your pussy?"
The taunting went on as Lynn struggled under the big dog. She felt his body lowering down on top of hers. At the same time the Doberman's muscular black hindquarters descended, bringing the tip of his hot dick within inches of the grunting blonde's pussy.
Lynn jerked her head higher, opening her eyes as widely as she could. Her head was almost even with the Doberman's now. The blonde could see his jerking prick sliding forward in tiny hunches. Already the big dog started up his fucking rhythm. Cold sweat broke out again on her forehead, trickling down into her eyes as that knotty spear shot forward.
"UHHHHAHHHH!" Lynn cried, throwing her head down quickly and letting out a series of choking, gurgling shrieks. The big dog had finally speared her cunt. With one powerful forward thrust he'd slicked into the woman's snatch, peeling back the pussylips with his cock and sinking the first few inches of his prong into her. "No! Oh God, don't let it be true! Oh God in heaven, don't let it be true," Lynn cried over and over again in a choked, low voice as she rolled her head back and forth on the cart's surface. The cords stood out in her neck as her facial muscles pulled downward with the horror and tension she felt freezing her mind. Her fingers ripped at the leather covering, clawing at the smooth material as she felt the animal's hot, wet cock jerking into her deeper and deeper. The woman's belly contracted, then spasmed as she choked on her own spittle. A bitter, sour taste of bile invaded Lynn's mouth as she tried to keep from retching on the table.
"Take it easy, mama. You didn't mind when the old pooch was lickin' your twat a couple a minutes ago," Hank said.
"Oh God, God!" Lynn repeated almost insanely as she felt her cuntal wails being stretched further and further apart by the invading dog cock, being shaped into a cone-like tunnel for the pointed cock. The animal's hot, rancid wet breath blew across her face, filling her flared nostrils as he growled with satisfaction.
"Take it out!" Lynn cried helplessly, rolling her head around until she was facing the fucking dog. She knew it was useless. The animal growled louder, lowering his head and opening his jaws as he squatted down lower, driving his dick more and more into her.
Lynn rolled her face away once more, terrified he'd started chewing at her nose or cheeks. The big Doberman opened his jaws, sticking out his tongue and lapping slowly at the woman's jiggling tits. He slurped at the nipples, working on the red half-dollar-sized areolas until they start to stiffen in spite of Lynn's horror. At the same time he swiveled his loins in tiny circles, screwing in his cock more quickly. Lynn thrilled at the sensation of those many knots protruding from the cone-shaped dick bumping against her swelling labes. Without realizing it Lynn was rocking her ass, rolling it left to right as she involuntarily helped the big Doberman fucking her.
"Told you she'd get in the mood if we waited long enough," Chuck said.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" the blonde groaned with each inward thrust of the animal's groin. At the same time Lynn could feel the big Doberman's tongue slathering down her swaying tits, bathing them in a thick, greasy layer of his spittle as he humped and jerked more irregularly and quickly with each passing second.
Lynn felt her body ballooning up with passionate tension. Her belly rippled with lust, contracting with nervous sexuality every time the big animal's furry chest lowered and touched her flesh. She bounced her upturned legs frantically against the dog's hunching sides as Lynn tried to get the maximum amount of friction against her clit.
"Oh, yes, THERE!" she cried as she felt one of the large, slick knobs on the Doberman's cock slide up against her clit and push the nubbin down into the hot flesh surrounding it. Lynn could feel the dog's short, prickly fur surrounding the base of his dick tickling her peeled back, stretched outer pussylips now. He'd buried the full length of his dick in her. His tiny balls squashed themselves against her upturned ass as the Doberman whined and growled his way to orgasm.
Almost involuntarily Lynn squeezed her cuntal muscles together, trapping the frantic animal's prick inside her pussy. The dog's sleek body shuddered as the blonde's hot, wet snatch walls gripped his dick. Lynn managed to bounce her thighs up and down, rolling them faster from side to side as she felt her clit rubbing up to an explosive heat.
"Oh God, God, God," Lynn groaned, feeling the former shame and revulsion that had torn at her mind slowly disappearing. She was on fire. Her pussy was a hot, messy glob of sputtering sexuality, stirred hotter and hotter by that big Doberman's spearing dick. The blonde's belly heaved wildly as she gasped for breath and bounced her full, rounded asscheeks frantically around the leather covering of the emergency room cart. Lynn pulled her arms up and locked her fingers around the back of the Doberman's powerful neck. She moved her hands slowly up and down the hot sweaty short fur of the big dog, groaning with unspeakable pleasure as she felt the tiny hairs tickling the skin just under her fingernails. She pulled the big, fucking animal down closer to her like a lover, rubbing her belly and chest against him as she felt her snatch beg inning to roar with climax.
"OHHHH!" Lynn cried, shutting her eyelids tightly and rolling her head wildly back and forth on the top of the cart. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. Her lips opened, but no sound came out of her twisted mouth. The cords stood out of her neck as Lynn dug her fingernails into the Doberman's black, slick sides and bounced her knees hard off the big dog's hindquarters. She was cumming, shooting off in front of all these people and her doped-up daughter with a dog! The stiff hairs on the end of his peeled-back sheath tickled her sensitive outer labes to a higher and higher plane of sexual awareness as her clit throbbed and beat out a wild rhythm of tearing orgasm.
"She's about through," Chuck observed coolly as Lynn threw her asscheeks up over and over again in a wild series of jerky hunches. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet leather cracked in the tiny room as Lynn milked the dog's dick with her cuntal walls. She wanted to feel animal cum spurting into her cunt. Lynn wanted to feel something hot and sticky spattering into her sucking pussy, putting out the fire raging over her clit and down to her womb. But the big Doberman hadn't been ready to reach his own climax when the blonde lost her cool and came.
"Uhhh, ohhh," Lynn groaned as the big dog kept throwing his heavy meat into her seething pussy. She rolled her head slowly. Her pussy was tender now, aching with rawness as the big dog kept fucking her.
"Hey, boy. It's no good with her now. We've got somethin' better," Hank said after talking first with Chuck.
Lynn grunted as she felt the Doberman's spearing dick finally slip out of her pussy with a squishy popping sound. Her legs hung limp from the stirrups as her arms dangled over the sides of the cart. Lynn felt drained emotionally, spiritually and physically. She'd been put through in a few hours what most women don't endure in a lifetime. The cunt juice oozed down from her violated pussy, trickling into her tight asscrack and spilling into her bunghole as the blonde opened her eyes again and turned her head to see what the men were doing now.
"No, not Carol!" she cried, jerking her torso up off the cart and clinging to the edges as she watched Chuck and Bill take the naked young girl and drag her to the center of the room. Carol didn't seem to mind what was happening to her. They put her into a crouching position only a few inches away from the panting, still-aroused Doberman. She had a stupid grin plastered on her flushed face while her eyelids drooped down. Her big tits looked like two marble-white globes, the reddish brown nipples stiffened fully and nearly touching the tiled floor. She giggled several times, glancing up occasionally at her mother as her body swayed from side to side in a lazy, rhythmic motion. The young girl's thighs flared out gracefully even in this obscene position, rounding around to form two full, young downy asscheeks with a tight asscrack separating them. "Oh my God, what are you going to do with my daughter?" Lynn groaned as she looked helplessly at the three leering men.
"You didn't take care of the old boy up there. Guess it's up to your daughter to do it," Chuck said, turning around and giving Hank a signal to let the dog go and do his business.
The big blonde released the animal, stepping back with the others as he trotted up carefully to Carol's exposed ass and sniffed at the brown cunthairs that grew up and back from her twat.
"Ohhhh," Carol groaned, her lips twisting up into a delicious smile as the big animal pushed his cold nose against her young snatch.
"Carol, wake up! For God's sake, see what they're doing to you!" Lynn shrieked, gripping the edges of the cart even tighter as she watched the dog start to mount her young daughter.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Carol, you don't know what you're doing! Stop that!" Lynn cried from the cart as she watched the Doberman climb on top of her daughter. The young girl still smiled stupidly, closing her eyelids and breathing heavily as the big dog slid further up her back, finally wrapping his giant forelegs around her upper belly and positioning his hindquarters nervously behind the girl for the fucking. "God, please wake up! God in heaven," Lynn cried out, her voice trailing off to a low-pitched choked sob as she sank down to the top of the cart and watched the perverted scene in front of her. The dog rested his powerful head on Carol's slender shoulders while he flattened himself on her back and drove his groin hard against her buttocks.
The young girl groaned happily, wriggling her ass teasingly back and forth as she giggled and sighed.
"She can't get enough of the mutt," Chuck said as he watched her closely.
"The coke'll wear off pretty soon on her. Then it ought to be interestin' to see her reaction," Hank said, chuckling as the big Doberman slid his hind legs to the right and dragged his pointed dick across the girl's butt.
Lynn watched, gripped with horror as the dog hunched back, freezing for a second before he slid forward again, driving his pointed spear deep into her daughter's pussy. The woman prayed that Carol wasn't a virgin. What a way to lose her cherry, fucked by an animal!
"Ohhhh," Carol cried. Her head hung limply down now, her hair trailing across the tiles of the emergency room floor while her arms bowed out from the weight she was supporting. When she looked up again, her eyes were clearer. Lynn could see the girl was slowly coming out of her drugged haze. The blonde almost wished her daughter could stay in whatever dream world she'd been floating in until this nightmare were over.
"Oh, ahhhh," Carol cried, her face gradually screwing up with pain and disgust. Lynn watched with growing horror as her daughter pulled her mind together.
"What's happening? Oh God, NO!" the girl cried, looking down and seeing the big dog's forepaws wrapped tightly around her. She let out a long, high-pitched shriek that seem to slice through the still air like a knife. Her arms collapsed as the dog gripped her belly harder. Drool hung out from the corners of his mouth as he humped and fucked harder. "AHHH!" Carol cried wildly. She had her cheeks on the floor now, her face flushed and puffy as tears rolled out of her tightly closed eyes and trickled into her nostrils and mouth. Her fingers clawed noisily over the tiles of the floor as sobs shook her body.
But the Doberman didn't seem bothered by his victim's sudden change in attitude. He simply adjusted his position to the new situation and kept on fucking the young girl's upturned pussy.
"He's gonna shoot pretty soon, baby," Hank said, crouching down and whispering into Carol's ear.
"Oh noooo," Carol cried, sliding her face away from the man.
"Feel that big dick throbbin' inside, kid? That mean old Bowser here's gonna blast some of that sticky cum in your snatch," Chuck taunted loudly as the big Doberman lifted his head and looked wildly at the three men.
Lynn felt her skin crawl with revulsion as she watched the muscles ripple across the animal's body. His eyes sparkled wildly, then rolled around in his head as his powerful hindquarters trembled violently. The blonde looked down at her daughter and saw the girl sobbing wildly, still clawing helplessly at the floor as her torso tilted up in the air, presenting her near-virgin ass to the wild animal. Long red marks streaked up from her belly and sides, the result of the clawing given to her by the Doberman as he whined on the brink of orgasm.
"NO, oh mama, stop it! Stop him from doing this to me!" Carol cried, pulling her head up and looking pleadingly at her mother.
Lynn let out an animal-like yelp as she heard the desperate pleas of her daughter. She tried to reach up and unfasten the loops hanging from the stirrups that still held her legs high in the air. But the angle of the stirrups and their distance from her hands made it impossible for the blonde to free herself. Lynn sank back down onto the cart, covering her ears as she heard her daughter's pleas soon turn into shrieks of pain and disgust.
"He's cummin', I think," Chuck said, peering closely at the big dog.
"Right," Bill and Hank chorused as they joined their partner in watching the Doberman dump his spunk into the young girl.
"AHHHH, NOOOOO!" Carol groaned. She closed her eyelids tightly and curled her fingers into two tight fists as she felt the animal's cock balloon up inside her pussy. The slick, knobby sides pushed up against her cuntal walls, stretching them further apart as the pointed head flared up and pulled back, getting ready to spit out the first glob of jizz into the girl's trembling body.
Then it happened. The first wad came. Then another, and another, spattering against Carol's snatchwalls and burning their way into the sensitive tissues as the big Doberman howled.
Lynn groaned, covering her ears harder as she heard her daughter's shrieks mixed with the dog's howls and the men's lewd laughter.
"Carol, oh Carol," Lynn cried over and over as she turned her face and watched the scene finally play out to its conclusion. The Doberman finished dumping his spunk into the young girl's pussy, giving his cock a few more hunches before he pushed his body up from Carol's back and pulled his flaccid, knobby dick out of the girl's violated pussy. Carol grunted, her body breaking out into goose flesh as she shivered violently after the dog crawled off her. The young girl sobbed, swaying her body back and forth, then finally collapsing onto the cold floor. She curled up her knees, pressing them hard against her big tits as the men laughed and taunted her.
"Haven't you done enough?" Lynn cried. She looked at the three men with hatred as they sneered at her, then looked back down at her daughter. A thin trail of cum was oozing out of her torn pussy, seeping down her thigh to the floor.
"We'd better get the fuck out of here while we can," Hank said after several seconds of silence.
"You listen to an old bitch like that?" Chuck asked angrily, snapping his head around to confront his partner.
"Hey, man. The cops come or somethin' and see all this, we're in fuckin' trouble. You might 'a killed that guy over there too," Hank said nervously, stepping back and running his fingers nervously through his hair.
Chuck clenched his fingers into two fists, staggering toward his partner. Then he stopped, tilting his head to the side slightly as he considered Hank's proposal to leave.
"Guess you're right," Chuck said, looking at Carol who was still curled up in a fetal position at his feet. "Get the stuff and let's get the fuck out of here."
Lynn sighed with relief, lying back on the cart and silently thanking God it was all over as the three men clattered noisily around her.
"Thanks for the show, bitch. Maybe we'll be around town later and you and your daughter can put on another scene for us," Chuck said, gathering up the last of the drugs before heading for the rear door of the emergency room.
The blonde flashed him a look of contempt as he walked quickly out into the foggy night with his partners. Lynn lay quietly for several minutes, afraid to speak or move for fear of somehow bringing them back.
After what must have been ten minutes passed, Lynn picked herself up off the cart and leaned over the edge.
"Carol! Carol, honey, they're gone. Get up and get me out of this. They're gone!" Lynn said in a loud whisper to her daughter.
At first there was no response. Carol lay on the floor limply. The only indication she was alive was the sound of her regular, heavy breathing. For a second Lynn thought her daughter might actually be asleep.
"Carol, please. Get up!" Lynn said almost frantically.
"Oh mama, how are we ever going to tell people what happened to us," the young girl said, slowly straightening her legs and crawling up into a sitting position.
"Please get me out of this, honey. We'll talk about this later. We've got to call an ambulance for the doctor first," Lynn said as she encouraged her daughter to get up and untie her.
"The dog," the girl said, shuddering as she folded her arms across her tits and scooted across the floor on her ass away from the sleeping animal. During the last few minutes the big Doberman had curled up in the far corner of the room and fallen asleep.
"He won't bother you now, honey," Lynn reassured her daughter as the young girl stood shakily up and walked cautiously to the locked cart. "He won't bother you now."
* * *
"They ever catch those guys?" Bob asked as he rolled over on his right side and started trailing his fingertips lightly over the graceful curves of Lynn's tits.
"No," she replied, sucking in a shuddering, long breath as she felt every nerve ending in her body stand on end. Bob's calloused fingers were rubbing sensuously against her sensitive, naked skin. The big-titted blonde ground her thighs slowly, working her asscheeks into the mattress of her double bed. A sweat broke out on her upper lip as she felt a hot kind of dampness under each tit and around her furry box. The light friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbing against the partly hooded clit-tip was burning her mind in a slow, ecstatic fire. Lynn didn't feel like talking about the events of three days ago.
"You and Carol were damned lucky to get away from it as much as you did," Bob said, still unwilling to drop the subject.
Lynn sighed, wishing Bob would keep quiet and concentrate on the reason he came here in the first place. Talking about what had happened in the emergency room several days ago made Lynn nervous. She and Carol had called both an ambulance and the police shortly after the young girl had freed her mother from the stirrups. Phil was still in guarded condition at the hospital, although he was expected to live.
As for the identity of the three men, neither Carol nor Lynn could identify any of them from the countless mug shots they went through at the police station. The local authorities guessed the men were the usual transients who drift through town continually, breaking into drugstores and places like the clinic looking for drugs. They congratulated both Lynn and her daughter for coming out of potentially dangerous situation relatively unscathed.
Unscathed! Lynn almost laughed at the word. No one knew of what happened after Phil had been knocked unconscious by the men. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone of how she and her daughter had been brutalized, then forced to commit unnatural acts with the Doberman guard dog. Both women agreed never to talk about what had happened that night in the Free Clinic again. Yet there would be scars, especially for Carol.
"I hope they catch those bastards," Bob continued.
Lynn sighed again. If there was one thing in life she wanted, it was for those three hoods to go on undetected. If they were caught, they'd probably have a ball giving detailed descriptions of what really happened that night.
"Please, Bob," Lynn urged, working her hips faster as the heat in her cunt rose hotter and hotter.
"Sorry, babe," Bob said, running his fingers down her tits, swirling them along her belly, digging them playfully into her navel and chuckling as he watched her belly contract as he touched her there lightly.
Then he moved further down, pushing his fingers through the thin layer of hot sweat oozing out of the blonde's pores and covering her smooth white skin with a thin, glistening oily film. Then he was touching her cunthairs, running his fingers lightly over the tops of the cuntal curls. The light pulling sensation this made against the roots of those hairs made Lynn's pussy tingle. The blonde felt her cuntlips swelling, then unsticking and peeling back with excitement as Bob rolled over on top of her and started working his fat dick between her legs.
"Oh FUCK!" Lynn cried, digging her head into the soft pillow as she closed her eyes and locked her fingers behind Bob's muscular neck. "Fuck me. Oh God Bob, fuck me."
"You don't have to tell me you want it, babe," Bob said as he lowered his head and glued his thick lips onto Lynn's. She gurgled happily as she felt his hot spittle pouring into her mouth, mixing with her own and oozing down her throat.
"I love that cunt," Bob said in a thick whisper. Lynn smiled. No wonder he liked it. He'd started a fire in her pussy a few days ago that was impossible for anyone to put out now. He touched his forefinger to the outer lips of her pussy. Lynn gasped, then sucked in a lungful of air as she pulled her ass back. "Shit, it's so soft ... " Bob said as his voice trailed off. He was sliding down, kissing her belly with light, feathery kisses.
"Ohhhh," Lynn moaned, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow as she felt his breath against her thighs. Soon he was on his knees in front of her, his cock swaying heavily. He was touching her cuntlips now with his lips, his teeth nibbling at the sensitive pussy tissues. Lynn could feel her snatch becoming wetter and hotter under his oral massage.
"Oh baby," Bob moaned, pulling back and sliding on top of Lynn's writhing body. The blonde sighed happily, curling up her legs and spreading her thighs wide apart. Lynn would never tell anyone of what happened that night in the emergency room. How could any man want her after that dog did that to her and her daughter? No! No! As she felt her snatchlips flattening back under Bob's insistent dick, Lynn resolved to bury that hideous incident in her life forever. It couldn't have happened at all. Things like that don't happen.
"Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me," Lynn cried deliriously as she rolled her ass up to meet the big stud's sinking, drooling dick.
