Benton Collier

The jealous protector

CHAPTER ONE

The small California valley lay quiet under the eerie light of a full moon. There were a few clouds in the dark sky, but they were so thin and wispy that they seemed to vanish like gossamer as they drifted across the face of the moon.

The valley was dotted with small houses scattered in haphazard fashion. It was hardly a town. There was a general store and a gas station, but no real center. Most of the houses stood on two or three acres of land; little homesteads with their own gardens and a few chickens. In a few years this would be just another suburb of the malignantly growing city that lay so near, but now it was still a haven of peace and beauty.

The night was warm; it was mid-summer. One of the little farms seemed smaller and older than the others, or maybe it was just the special nature of the moonlight. It was way out on the farthest edge of the valley by itself. In the daylight, with all the magic of the night stripped from it, it might have looked ragged and untended. But now the warped boards of the tool shed and barn, the sagging verandah at the front of the main house, the uneven clumps of wild grass were all a perfect playground for the moon. The whole place was a contrast of light and dark, from the white gleam of the ancient wood to the deep shadows trapped under the thick tangles of trees and bushes.

It had been completely still up to now, almost as if every living creature had been frozen into a kind of hypnotized silence by the strange light that illuminated the place. But suddenly a deep moan issued from behind a thicket of vines and then there was the suggestion of a half-hidden movement. It was dark where the sound had issued from, but then the moonlight shone upon something white. It was the face of a young girl, twisted in uncertainty. Another moan issued from her lips as the figure of a young boy hovered over her.

"Ooooh, Danny, I think we should stop." Her voice was shaky and breathless.

The boy looked down at her, unable to move. This had already gone much further than he had expected and he was a little frightened. He and the girl had gone into these bushes just a few minutes ago to steal a hidden kiss and one thing had led to another. Now she lay panting and twisting beneath him. He had never seen her like this. In fact, in all his sixteen years he had never seen any girl just like this. There hadn't been much opportunity in this little town, but now Patty Edwards, the girl he had had a crush on for almost a year lay writhing beneath him, her moans of passion exciting him as he had never been excited before. He could feel his hotly pulsing penis forming a great bulge under his thin trousers. He felt helpless against its desperate throbbing, and the desire to take her right there on the ground raced through his entire body. He could feel the warmth of her flesh, smell her intoxicating female odor. Her voluptuously firm body pressed up against him causing a scorching tingle deep in his loins.

Patty reached out for him and clasped him tightly, desperately. He could hear her heavy breathing. The tenderness and love he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or it'll be too late. I can't stand it much longer."

Her answer was a low animal-like moan deep in her throat. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his face down against hers so that their cheeks caressed while her hips pressed against him, rubbing up and down against the hard protuberance of his erection. With a joyful feeling that they were one person rather than two, he buried his lips in her neck and moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth warm flesh of her upper back until they were hidden underneath her between her dress and the ground.

As his lewdly exploring fingers reached the beginning of the outward flare of her hips, he pulled her ripe young body up hard against him. His hands moved down over the softness of her flesh until they were cupping her firmly rounded buttocks in sensual ecstasy. He forced her hips into his, crushing her loins against his penis until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as she strained against him, then she relaxed and the twin mounds swelled out into his hands.

"Do you love me?" he whispered, praying for an answer.

Her arms moved tighter around his neck in reply and she kissed him so hard that his lips were crushed back against his teeth and he could hardly breathe.

"I love you," she whispered softly. Patty Edwards' whole being thrilled with the words as she said them. She had dreamed of this moment nearly the whole two years she had been living in the valley. She had fallen for Danny Peters soon after she had begun classes in the small local school, but at first he had not seemed to notice her. She had been thirteen then against his fourteen, and she had to admit thinking back that there hadn't been much about her to notice. She had been a skinny kid, but about a year ago she had suddenly started to change. Her angular body had blossomed out with amazing speed. Many nights in the privacy of her room she had taken her clothes off and excitedly looked in the mirror to see how her breasts had swelled out high and firm and to marvel at the silky sheen of softly curling pubic hair that had made its appearance as a little sensuous triangle up between her long shapely legs.

And just a few months ago Danny had begun to notice her. She wasn't sure just when it had started but sometimes at school she had felt his eyes on her, and he seemed to keep appearing in the same places she did. She had been careful. The first few times he started to speak to her she had been cool and unresponsive, as if she didn't care whether lie existed or not. She didn't want him to get the impression that she was going to be an easy conquest for him, knowing instinctively that men never respected that kind of girl and would use them and quickly cast them aside. No, she had been careful and he had come after her, convincing himself little by little that this seemingly unattainable creature was the only girl he could ever possibly want.

She had started letting him come over to the house just a few weeks ago, and sometimes he took her to the soda fountain at the old-fashioned general store and bought her some ice cream. And tonight. Tonight had just happened. Perhaps it had been the moon. And then he had kissed her. He had kissed her before, but always shyly, timidly, as if he were afraid that she would run away from him if he showed any passion.

But it had been different tonight. They had sat down together in the deep shade of the bushes where they could look out at the moon swept yard without being seen. They had moved close together and he had taken her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, a deep burning passionate kiss that she had felt echo clear through her whole being. Her body had responded in a way that had amazed her and in a few minutes they were lying on the ground pressed tightly together, writhing against one another as their accumulated frustrations came to the surface. She knew that she should be even more careful now, that she could ruin the whole of her carefully laid plans, but she was helpless now, ruled completely by the growing fire that burned up between her firm young thighs, brought to life by his hands as they ran up and down over her body with growing urgency.

Danny's fingers slid over her now hotly throbbing breasts and moved down the roundness of her hips to the resilient firmness of her thighs. They began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up slowly until he could feel the soft silky fabric of her little white bikini panties. She moaned gently under his insistent touch and pulled him tighter against her. It was then that she felt the sudden shock of something cool and damp being shoved against her unprotected belly, accompanied by a low puzzled whine. She looked up quickly to see her German shepherd, Champ, trying to force his head in between her body and Danny's. He was whining and seemed very upset by their frantic movements, but the girl had no time for him now.

"Go away, Champ, for God sakes leave us alone," she hissed, barely able to recognize her own passion-distorted voice. The dog slunk back, unaccustomed to harsh words from his beloved mistress. He moved away about six feet and sat back on his haunches as he worriedly watched the teenage couple go furiously back to their activities.

Danny's searching fingers had found the tight elastic leg band of her panties and gently but persistently pushed his outstretched middle finger up inside until he could feel her soft pubic mound, the most ultimate part of her body. She wriggled under his touch knowing that she should stop him but straining her body towards his obscenely probing finger all the same. Slowly he tugged the skimpy panties down until his girl friend's vaginal mound lay completely exposed to his every wanton caress.

Danny's penis was throbbing wildly now inside the tight confines of his trousers. He forced one of his hands to leave the smooth perfection of her young body and began to tug at the zipper of his fly. He had to free his pulsingly demanding member. He had to have release from this sweet torture. Immediately! The urgency of his passion had become unendurable and his swollen penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving up sharply toward his belly as he released it.

"Oooooohhh, no, darling, we've got to stop. It isn't right. Now… now. I can't… I can't," Patty moaned softly as the young student's penis came into view, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes away from the desire-thickened staff as it jerked upward. It sent a bolt of frantic desire racing through her such as she had never felt before. She had necked and petted with oilier boys, but it had never gone this far. She had felt the stiffness of their aroused young cocks through their trousers, but she had never before seen a fully erect penis and she marveled at the size Danny's had grown to in his excitement.

Quickly she turned on her side with her dress bunched up above her waist and her panties tangled down at her knees, presenting her smooth young body to his eager gaze. Then she reached around behind him and pulled her boy friend toward her until she could feel the heated hardness of his blood-filled cock jerking against her naked stomach. A thrill of delicious sensation shot through her loins as the huge spongy head pressed deep into her soft flesh.

Danny's hands once again began to wander down towards the intimate crease of her wet young vagina, and he began to slowly finger her pubic mound, searching for the little hair-lined lips of her cunt. His finger strayed across the hard little button of her clitoris. He had read about this in sex books and he began to massage it gently with his middle finger while Patty moaned and writhed her body furiously under his touch.

"That's wonderful," she breathed almost indistinctly from below. Her own hand dropped down to seize his throbbing penis, and she heard him give a sudden gasp as her slender fingers closed around the heated flesh of his throbbing young cock. He began to rock his body back and forth against the pressure of her hand, and his breath came in short laboring gasps. One of his hands groped downwards desperately and he quickly, brutally, thrust his index finger deep in between the quivering wet lips of her virginal little pussy. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden intrusion.

"Oh, stop, Danny, that hurts. Do it slower."

But the boy was deafened to her pleas by the rasping of his own heavy breathing. He continued the punishing action of his extended finger as he thrust it more and more quickly in and out of her tightly clinging cunt. Patty struggled against the pain for a moment but then she felt it lessen as her vagina began to open and become lubricated. Her lubricants were beginning to flow in response to the thrusting presence deep within her aching loins. Then she became afraid that he would puncture the precious virginity that she had so carefully protected, and she tried to push him away but the weight of his body prevented her.

His penis was jerking and throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her tightly clenched hand. Danny felt that he couldn't wait. He was about to cum and he wanted to ram his wildly pulsating cock deep into her belly. He had to have her and have her now!

By now both Danny and Patty were totally oblivious to the presence of the huge German shepherd as he sat nervously just a few feet away. Small puzzled whining sounds were coming from his throat. His ears were sharply pointed forward and quivering, and his front legs kept shifting nervously under him. If he could only decide whether or not the boy was hurting his mistress he would tear him apart. But he was familiar with Danny; he had been around the house a lot lately, and he sensed that his mistress liked the young human. But the frenzied writhings of the young couple, the sharply increasing moans of the young girl to whom he was so devoted and the unfamiliar musky odors of sex that emanated from Patty's aroused young body were almost more than he could stand. He started to move forward but then halted, remembering his mistress had ordered him away. He sat down nervously once more on his haunches, unable to stop his body from slowly inching forward, his eyes riveted on the young couple locked so lewdly together before him.

Patty had begun to cough out a strange medley of sounds from her throat until Danny didn't know whether he was hurting her or if they were due to her growing passion. With a great effort he slowed the rhythm of his finger fucking and tried to force her over onto her back so that he could take her as she should be taken.

"Noooooo, Danny. We mustn't do it. Not now. We have to save it, darling, please."

But the panting youth ignored her pleas in his pent-up passion and forced her over until she lay completely open, exposed and vulnerable. His painfully throbbing penis was about to burst, and he made an attempt to pry her fingers from his thick staff so that he could begin fucking her at once. She desperately tightened her grip around his eagerly jerking penis, not wanting to let it loose to plunge into her defenseless vagina. He pulled back away harder, and she could feel the hot hardness of it slowly slipping through her hand.

As her fingers slid over the sensitive flesh of his hard rounded cock-head, she heard him gasp, "Damn it, damn it! I'm going to cum… I'm going to cum now!" She could feel a sudden hot flood cover the palm of her hand as his hips thrust wildly forward in thwarted passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles in his cock as they spasmodically contracted, shooting forth his white hot sperm so that it ran from between her fingers onto the ground. Just then, Champ got to his feet, goaded beyond endurance by their final struggle, and he began to bark loudly and continuously. The sound echoed sharply through the valley.

"Quiet, Champ, quiet," Patty hissed desperately as with one weakening thrust Danny flopped forward onto her, his rapidly deflating penis slipping out of her hand. She was afraid that the noise the big dog was making would bring her mother out of the house to investigate. But he was far too excited to calm down now and kept barking louder and louder. She lay there on the ground for a moment trying to silence him, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties down at her ankles, then she gave up in panic. She jumped to her feet, pulling her panties back on and smoothing her skirt down as quickly as she could.

"Come on, Champ," she called, and giving one last frightened look at Danny she began to run towards the house, the dog close behind her. The youth was lying there, trying desperately to zip up his fly, his face a mixture of shame and disappointment.

CHAPTER TWO

Patty slowed as she neared the house. She didn't want to burst in all out of breath and have her mother wonder what she had been doing. She stopped at the front steps and smoothed out her clothes and brushed all the particles of leaves and grass from her that she could find. Then she sat down on the bottom step, pressing her legs tightly together trying to stop the maddening tingle in her unfulfilled loins. She imagined that all her mother would have to do was take one look at her face to see the guilt written there.

But then the bitter thought ran through her mind – would her mother really care what she was doing? She never seemed to pay any attention to her any more. It was just those awful men she had taken up with and that damned liquor. Patty felt a twinge of guilt shoot through her for harboring these unkind thoughts about tier mother, but sometimes she couldn't help it. Oh, sure, she understood how hard it must have been on the older woman since Dad died. A tear trickled down her cheek as the memory of her father came back to her. It was just two years ago that he had died, shortly after they had moved here from the city. Dad had always hated the city, and it was his life-long dream to move out to where he could feel good about breathing the air and let the beautiful silence soak into him, even if it meant driving forty miles to work every day.

He had been killed in a traffic accident on the way to work only two months after moving to the valley.

Patty loved the valley but she wished they had never come here. Maybe Dad would still be alive. Patty had loved her father. They had been very close. The loss had been made all the worse by the way it had affected her mother. Instead of Patty and her mother drawing closer together they had drifted apart. Mom had taken it hard. For the first couple of months after the accident she had hardly spoken. She seemed to be existing in a state of perpetual shock. And then Patty had noticed the empty bottles. Her mother never drank openly or got nasty drunk, but the liquor seemed to put her in some kind of inner world where nothing could touch her, not even Patty, her own daughter.

It was almost a year before the men had started to come around. Patty couldn't blame her mother for wanting to be with a man. During the past year the ripening of her own body had shown her how strong that need could be. Even though it was almost impossible to imagine anyone replacing her father, Patty had lately begun to wish that Mom could find some nice man she could date regularly. At least that would be preferable to the way it was now.

Her mother kept a steady flow of drunks and bums, the lowest element in the county, sneaking into her bed. The young blonde girl suspected that her mother unconsciously chose these vile men to fulfill her sexual needs in a way that would remove all danger of any of them replacing the memory of her husband in her heart. But that still didn't make the spectacle any less disgusting for Patty. She hated to see her mother debasing herself in this manner.

Patty's thoughts were interrupted as Champ began to nuzzle at her insistently. He laid his huge head on her lap and looked up at her lovingly with his soft brown eyes. Patty looked down at him for a moment, the tears still dimming her eyes, and then impulsively she threw her arms around the faithful animal's neck and hugged him close against her soft, full breasts.

Oh, thank God she had him! she thought gratefully. He helped fill the vacuum left when her father had been taken from her and was her constant companion. There was a deep love shared between them that helped give her the strength and compassion to try to understand her mother's problem.

With a sigh the troubled teenager got to her feet. She might as well go into the house, she thought.

She was just about to open the front door when she suddenly froze into stillness.

There was a groan from inside the house!

Her mind was blank for a moment, and then she was struck by the sudden fear that something was wrong with her mother. But as she reached for the doorknob, she froze again as she heard a harsh male laugh.

She didn't know what to do. Obviously there was a man in the house with her mother, no unusual thing, but it sounded as though he were hurting her.

There was another groan, but it was longer this time and had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone were being tortured. Patty dropped her hand from the door-handle and started to back away. Her mind was a riot of confused emotions. What should she do? Should she call the police? Perhaps some fiend had broken in and was assaulting her mother. Then her mind was made up for her as a pleading voice spoke again.

"Oh, God! Yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!"

It was her mother again, and her voice was drunkenly slurred in a desperate pleading tone Patty had never heard before. The confused young girl paled in the darkness as a new and disturbing thought came into her mind. The man was obviously hurting her mother, but it didn't sound as if it were against her will, the way she was almost crying for him to continue.

But perhaps he was making her plead with him. Perhaps he was a sadist like some of the men she had read about in her psychology course. Men who enjoyed hearing women beg. Patty stood breathlessly on the porch trying to make up her mind what to do. She couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was certain what was going on.

She had to find out.

The confused young girl took a deep breath and backed slowly down the front steps. She began to walk cautiously around the house towards her mother's window. As she picked her way through the untended clumps of high grass next to the house, she could see a beam of light streaming into the darkness from her mother's window. The curtains were not completely closed. She motioned for Champ to sit, and then moved closer. She hesitated and then took a deep breath before summoning up the courage to look inside.

The part blonde teenager couldn't believe the sight that met her eyes!

Her mother was lying nakedly spread-eagled in the center of her bed not five feet away, so close that Patty felt she could reach out and touch her. The older woman's head was rolling back and forth on the mattress, her face contorted in ecstasy. A man was kneeling between her widespread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her wantonly trembling body. The man had obviously sucked her mother's heaving breasts into quivering hardness and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of her jerking stomach and inner thighs. Her mother writhed beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed, with her hands tangled tightly in his hair, pulling his lips greedily to her hungering flesh. It was a moment before the girl outside could see enough of the man's face to recognize him.

It was Hank Jones. Her heart skipped a beat. Of all the men who came to see her mother, Mr. Jones was the one Patty loathed the most. He was loud and coarse, and she could sense the cruelty lurking behind his beefy features. But more than that, she was frightened by the way he sometimes looked at her, as if he were undressing her with his eyes.

Patty leaned forward, gripping the corners of the window-frame until her hands ached, completely incapable of movement. The stunned young girl knew she should run, bide, get away from here. She tried to blot the shocking picture from her mind but couldn't. She had to took. The obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled at watching a man toying with the naked, squirming body of her own mother. It was depraved and lewd, but she could not turn away.

To her amazement she found that there was a certain wicked satisfaction in watching this pagan scene. Her mother was beautiful, she thought as she gazed in intoxicated rapture at the nakedly enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. She was only thirty-five years old, and her voluptuous breasts were still as firm as a high school girl's. Her waist was slender and swelled out into the beautifully rounded hips and thighs of a mature woman. Her hair was blonde, like Patty's, and lay in a golden cloud on the pillow around her frantically twisting head.

Hank had worked the older woman up to a fever pitch; her mouth was hanging open wide in ecstatic rapture and her glassy lust-smoked eyes stared up into nothingness. Hank placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and failing belly, his face hanging within inches of the golden-haired pussy mound below. His hands were pressed down on the soft swell of her stomach, and his thumbs dug into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Patty sucked in her stomach with a gasp as she saw his thumbs massage the passion-swollen flesh for a moment. And then he pulled outwards slowly, parting the sparsely curling hair and exposing the moist, red slit of her mother's vagina. The dainty bud of the older woman's clitoris was clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.

Hank's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of her slit. Her mother's nakedly squirming body jerked at the electric contact, and her legs clamped tightly together round his head, her soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the probing of his wetly slavering tongue, and soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her clenched teeth. Caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust, the beautiful woman's upper torso writhed tike a belly dancer's as she lay back naked and panting on the mattress.

Patty's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched her mother twisting lustfully under the depraved sucking of her loins. Her own torso began an involuntary swaying in time to that of her mother's as the older woman's body squirmed in lewd surrender to the nerve-shattering licking of the tongue and lips glued to her insanely throbbing vagina. Patty was suddenly aware that her own wetly pulsating pussy was still burning in unfulfilled passion from the furious action of Danny's finger up between her legs only minutes before. Without knowing how they got there, she found her own hands cupping the aching mounds of her breasts, trapping the hardened sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger through the thin material of her summer dress. Her fingers began squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her open lips. She pushed closer to the window so that she could better see the lewdly exciting spectacle going on within.

She watched in wide-eyed wonder as Hank's lips began crawling up her mother's squirming body. They worked their way up slowly, pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a quick flick of the tongue that would bring further groans of delight and frustration from her mother's tightly clenched teeth. It was then that Patty could clearly see Hank's long thick cock protruding from his groin. It looked as hard as the thick stump of a tree, and stood out from the curly black pubic hair covering his powerful belly. His penis was enormous and Patty shuddered as she saw it pause momentarily over her mother's little vaginal opening. The peering young blonde girl thought that the naked man was going to stick it in and begin fucking immediately, but he didn't.

Slowly, he slid all the way up the older woman's slippery sweat-soaked body and straddled her passionately quivering breasts, then sat back slightly on his buttocks pushing the soft resilient mounds flat against her chest.

Hank's lust-thickened cock stood straight out from his belly with its swollen rubbery head but a few inches above the helplessly trapped woman's gasping mouth. Hank reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist shoved his outstretched middle finger deep up between her wide-open legs, skewering it into the pink, moist flanges of her cunt up to the flat of his palm. She jerked as he rotated it around inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls until the frantic woman panted and gasped, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering her body was undergoing.

Patty could see her mother try to squirm away from the teasing torture, but Hank's knees were holding her shoulders and arms pinned tightly down against the mattress. She was completely at his mercy. A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached down with his free hand and nabbed the underside of his massive cock-head in a slow teasing circle around her wetly parted lips. A second later, her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin string of white pre-ejaculate seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the mocking instrument into her mouth. But Hank laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside. The naked older woman moaned and strained until Patty could feel herself struggling with her.

Patty's breath was coming in time to her mother's gasps beneath the thick teasing penis. The muscles in her own body were as taut as bowstrings as she reacted involuntarily to the lewdly exciting scene before her. Slowly the young girl's right hand left her breast to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft young belly. She jerked as it slid into the elastic waistband of her panties to rub thrillingly at the sparse pubic hair rising from the "vee" up between her thighs. One of her fingers played for a moment, then suddenly curled down into the moistly ready slit up between her legs – the same slit where Danny's fingers had been so thrillingly stroking only minutes before. Her fingernail scraped gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life.

Breathlessly watching the lewd scene inside her mother's bedroom now, Patty jerked forward as her own searching hand curled further down her loins, parting the soft lips of her vagina to insistently snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her virginal little cunt sending wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through her. She ground her pussy down hard against her own impaling finger and her body began a gentle rocking motion in time to Hank's hand fucking into her mother's shamelessly undulating pussy right in front of her.

Suddenly there was a deep gurgling from her mother's throat on the other side of the window. Hank, the sadistic grin on his face widening, had taken her brutally by the hair and pulled her head up off the mattress. At the same time, he thrust forward to ram the lust-swollen head of his thick penis deep into her gaping mouth. Patty held her breath as she watched. She was certain her mother was going to choke from the sheer size of the massive organ buried between her wide-stretched lips, but the older woman only began hungrily sucking at the great pulsating shaft – groaning as though she had waited all her life for this lewd feast.

Hank rose to his knees, and, with one hand still holding her head up by the hair and the other once again sunk deep into her wetly gaping cunt, he began buffeting the doubly-impaled woman's body cruelly up and down on the mattress. Patty watched with horrified fascination as her mother's tightly ovalled lips sucked with all their might on the huge cock fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the out-stroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke, and her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that the young girl had never dreamed existed. Its very rawness brought a low moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the juices of her own tight little pussy increase their flow up between her legs, drenching her thrusting palm with a warm moisture.

Through the haze of her own passion she saw her mother's rounded mouth on the other side of the window voraciously sucking at the growing white stalk of male flesh sawing into her mouth. The thin elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by unseen fingers. Hank gunned lewdly above her as he fucked into her willing mouth and watched her lust-contorted face suck and lick at his throbbing penis like a child devouring a candy-cane. She had freed both hands now and placed them behind his swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling his loins maniacally to her. Patty could see saliva dripping from the comers of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. Her mother was clearly reveling in the cruel humiliation Hank was subjecting her to – a masochistic light shining strangely in her lust-glazed eyes.

Unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure were coursing through the hotly aroused young girl's entire being as she watched her mother succumb to the depraved sucking of Hank's thick cock. She discovered that her own lips were ovalled as if she, too, were sucking, and the knowingly, lewd imagery caused her hips to begin lasciviously circling in rhythm to her own hand fucking into her burning vagina. To the teenager's lust-glazed eyes, Hank's heavy, pummeling shaft seemed to disappear completely into her mother's face as he drove forward with hollowing buttocks like a pile-driver until the coarse hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His sperm-tightened balls danced beneath, slapping in unison against her upraised chin with each hard thrust.

God! Patty thought dimly, he's going to strangle her. He's going to cum in her mouth, and the hot, sticky stuff will choke her! He'll kill her! He'll kill her!

And as the horrified girl watched, Hank yanked his wildly jerking cock suddenly from her mother's sucking lips and held the huge red tip about two inches away from her face. With an expiring groan from his lust-contorted lips, his penis began spewing white hot cum directly into her wide-open mouth. The hard, quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow, filling her mouth to the brim, and the passion-crazed older woman swallowed voraciously, not wanting to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down lewdly trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating sperm spewing into her face.

Patty groaned at the obscene picture of her mother's self-inflicted humiliation as Hank's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts. Thin strings of the sticky white fluid ran down from the tip of his penis to her wetly glistening lips, linking them in an obscene spider-web of sexual connection.

Suddenly Patty's heart caught in her throat as Hank seemed to look directly at the window. She backed quickly away into the dark, her finger slipping wetly from her own vagina. Oh God, what if he saw me? she thought as she raced away from the house. She was dimly aware of Champ running at her side and felt reassured by his presence.

CHAPTER THREE

Patty headed instinctively for her favorite hiding place, a small open area padded with soft green grass and surrounded by a wild profusion of bushes. She always felt secure here, not because the place was inaccessible, but because she was usually able to hear people coming long before they could see her.

She flopped down on the grass, her knees drawn up, and cradled her head in her hands hoping the whirling confusion in her mind would somehow quiet down.

The confused teenager knew she should be shocked and horrified by the lewd and sinful scene she had just seen her own mother engaged in, but such rational thought was beyond her at the moment.

Twice tonight she had been brought near the peak of sexual fulfillment only to have it cut off before she had realized complete gratification. This was the first time in her young life that her virginal body had ever been so wildly aroused.

And she needed release!

Oh, God! she thought to herself, why hadn't she let Danny take her? The sadistic spectacle of her mother's humiliation had only added another dimension to her need.