Chapter 8
"Keep her steady. I'm goin' in and don't want her wiggling me out,"
Rick said.
"Hey, man, how can I keep her from tossin' 'round when she's suckin' me off? And I mean, this chick's goin' outta her mind. She digs givin' good head," the big man groaned, flexing his butt muscles and hunching into her sucking mouth again.
Rick grunted disapprovingly, then shoved down hard. Patty felt her inner cuntlips being forced apart. The rubber-like rim of her pussylips peeled back as the fat cockhead shot in.
"UMMMMM!" the girl groaned.
Patty breathed as best she could around the cock brushing the back of her throat. His hands moved around her ears, pressing against her skull so tightly she thought he was going to crush it. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her tightly in their grasp. He rocked back and forth until she started gagging for breath. Slowly, reluctantly, the big man let her go. Patty felt the head slide up from her throat and move back. She gasped happily, able to draw in a deep breath.
"Keep that tongue movin', you little cunt," Al growled.
"Oh baby, yeah, baby," Rick groaned, closing his eyes and sliding his dick barely in and out of her little hole. He was teasing her, rubbing her clit with the top of his dickhead, watching her twist her hips in an attempt to catch more of his cock.
Then he shoved half of his fat dick into her swampy fuckhole. Patty gasped, tears of shame and delight running down her cheeks.
"Fuck her, fuck her," Al was grunting, his eyes wide with pleasure as Patty flicked her tongue over the tight scar just below his piss-slit.
The girl felt his balls brushing over her chin. From his gasps and strangled breaths she knew he was close to shooting off. Patty prepared herself, got ready to take in the gobs of jizz about to spatter against the back of her throat.
"Man, man, keep movin' that ass. Yeah, just like that," Rick groaned.
Patty was doing as she was told, tensing her thigh muscles and moving her buttocks around in tight circles. Rick glanced down, staring at his cock halfway embedded in the girl's twisting body. She was screwing herself, corkscrewing his dick into her slit without him doing a thing. Patty was hot, hot enough to do this shameless thing.
Rick would have laughed at her plight if he weren't so damned hot himself.
"Man, man gonna make it!" Al cried as the girl flicked her tongue wildly over his spongy dickhead. The young biker was going crazy, his head rolling from side to side while drool oozed from the corners of his mouth. He was piledriving his dick against her face, the wiry cockhairs tickling Patty's nostrils while his balls rolled over her chin and nose regularly. Patty smelled cum, tasted cum, was going to bathe in cum. Spit dribbled down her chin and cheeks while she sucked in air through her nose, keeping his dick lodged tightly in her mouth.
Rick was ramming his dick faster and harder into her pussy, getting his balls so full of cum they ached. He started moaning as he felt his jizz bubbling up. The girl's body shook each time he hammered his groin against her upturned buttocks.
"FUCK!" he cried, dropping forward and nearly hitting his head against Al's moving hairy ass.
Patty braced herself, feeling his dick jerking and twitching inside her hole. He squatted there, half lying down while his body trembled.
His cock sent stream after steamy spurt into her tender, tight, little cunt. The young woman thought she was going to go out of her mind as the spunk scalded the sides of her convulsing pussy.
"NOO UUUUMMM!"
It was all she could do to grunt out her ecstasy and agony. Al was shaking, holding onto her head as if he were going to fly off the bed if he let go. In a second the girl felt her mouth flooded with a sticky, salty-tasting substance. He was shooting off, filling her mouth with jizz. Remembering what she'd done with Jack, the girl swallowed as fast as she could, smelling him, tasting him, secretly loving what he was doing to her.
Then Patty felt her own orgasm peak. Her cunt and ass squeezed tight, the slick velvety walls buckling under the incredible sexual heat. Her snatch clutched along the shooting hard inches of Rick's cock as her body blew apart.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Al pulled back, rubbing his dickhead over her lips, then rolling to the side to let his partner finish up. Rick rolled on top of the girl, holding down her shoulders as he hunched slowly and rhythmically in and out of her cunt.
"OHHHHHHH!" Patty screamed, the cords sticking from her neck.
She curled her hands around Rick's back as she felt the final throbbing of his cock shoot another load into her juicy hot hole. She exploded and collapsed, feeling as if she would faint in a second.
"Good fucking, baby. Good fucking," Rick said, smoothing his hands over her tits, then pinching the nipples.
"Good head. Good everything," Al commented.
"Yeah, we're gonna keep this one around for a while," Rick said.
Patty thought about her mother and father and Jack. Please, God, let them find me and save me from myself, she prayed as Rick withdrew his cock from her slackening pussy.
* * * Back at home Kathy was frantic. It was nearly three-thirty now and her daughter was still away. The police-when finally contacted-could only give her minimal advice. They told her if Patty didn't come home in the next twelve hours they'd take a missing person's report. The officer sounded so bored Kathy could have screamed.
"Oh, where is she? the woman mumbled out loud, hugging her body and pacing back and forth in front of the large living room window.
Several times Kathy wanted to get into the car and start combing the neighborhood looking for her daughter. Then the futility of doing that stopped the frantic woman and she sat back down on the sofa, staring at the phone, waiting for her daughter to call.
Her reverie was broken by the sounds of footsteps on the front stoop.
The officer said he might, just might send over some patrolmen to take a statement if he could find someone free. Help, even though this type would be minimal, was coming. Kathy let out a cry of joy and ran to the door.
"OH!"
"I told you I'd be coming over."
Kathy froze, stepping back into the living room. Her hand searched for the door. But she'd moved too far away. The large shadowy figure loomed like a monster in the doorway. The woman wanted to scream but found her throat paralyzed. He was there, standing there right in front of her, the pervert who'd been calling her up!
"NO, HELP!" she finally managed to shriek, stumbling backward over a small footstool.
The man rushed in, slamming the door behind him. Kathy picked herself up and ran panicked toward the kitchen, her gown opening at the front from her wild movements.
"Easy, baby, easy," the big man said, stretching out one hand and grabbing her hard around the wrist.
Kathy struggled, her heart pounding hard while her feet slipped on the carpeting. She was fighting for her life, she felt. There was no telling what a weirdo like that would do to her.
Then spinning around and readying herself to scratch out his eyes Kathy suddenly stopped. It was Justin Shoenrach, her husband's business partner!
"You? You were the one calling me up?" she said in shock. It was incredible! Justin had always been such a quiet man, happily married, Kathy thought, with three squalling children. He would have been the last one she would have thought to have been doing something like this.
"Why not?" he said, dropping his hand and stepping back. His look was one she'd never seen on that ruggedly handsome face.
"But Shari, your wife ... I thought ... I thought the two of you ..."
Kathy couldn't go on any further. She didn't know whether to laugh or throw him out of the house in outrage. The woman had always admired Justin's looks and build, and had even once or twice secretly fantasized her husband had been Justin while making love to him. But this ... this was something entirely different. The man had nearly threatened her life, and then said all those terrible things about her.
"I get bored," , he said, shrugging his shoulders and running one hand through his long black hair. Kathy had always thought there was a little wild blood running through him. Those high cheeks, wavy black hair hanging over his forehead, thick bushy moustache and sensuous lips gave him the appearance of stepping right out of a Russian history book.
"Well, I'm worried sick about Patty. She hasn't called yet and she's nearly four hours overdue from her date. I don't have time to play games with you," Kathy said, feeling a little relieved that her mystery caller was someone she knew. Justin, she believed, she could handle. Now all she had to do was usher him from the house and sit back down, waiting for her daughter to call.
"I'm sorry about Patty," Justin said, never taking his black eyes from her. "She's probably okay. Kids nowadays get off on lots of strange things and don't tell us. But I didn't come here to talk about your daughter."
"Shari ..."
"She's out of town with the kids. You think I'd be makin' those calls if she were here?" he asked, laughing at her.
Kathy felt the panic rising in her again. This was a Justin, she didn't know.
"Alpha ... "
Kathy wanted the big dog now, wanted him for protection against this man. But when the German shepherd scampered into the living room he immediately jumped up and started licking Justin's hands. Of course!
Why wouldn't he? Justin had been over many times before, joking with her and her husband and daughter, playing with the big dog. Alpha couldn't possibly know what was going on. And Justin hadn't done anything to her to upset the animal's image of him.
"Yeah, nice dog. Go on, go outside," he said, hooking his fingers around the whimpering dog's collar and dragging him back to the kitchen. With a gentle slap on the rear Justin hustled the animal out of the house. She could hear the small hinged door at the bottom of the kitchen door swinging back and forth as Alpha rushed out.
"Now for you."
It sounded so threatening, so final. Why didn't she run for the door?
Surely she could have made it by now, screaming onto the front lawn for help. Maybe it was because she secretly wanted Justin the way he'd been wanting her.
"You don't know how many times I used to sit on that chair over there and watch the two of you. Man, I wanted to fuck you so bad," Justin said, his voice breaking in mid-sentence. "I saw you a couple of times at the country-club pool in that fuckin' string bikini and almost went nuts."
Kathy's eyes shot down to his crotch. He was hard ... long and hard, longer and thicker than her husband. She blushed deep red, knowing she was beginning to feel that same kind of lust stirring in her pussy.
She was afraid her face was showing that smoldering want, the same type of desire she'd been lecturing her daughter against.
"Oh, you don't know what you're talking about. Get out of here, Justin," Kathy moaned, turning away from him. Things were out of focus, becoming so blurred she could hardly stand up. It was then the woman realized her breathing had become shallow and labored. She struggled for control as Justin came up behind her.
"Come on, you want my cock bad, don't you?" he breathed, circling his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck.
"Stop it, Justin ... stop ..."
Oh, why was she so weak? Why couldn't she tell him to leave her alone?
Maybe it was because she needed him, needed a strong man to hold her, take her in his arms and fuck her hard and long! Shari was never that good a friend of hers. What little guilt she was having slipped away as he kissed her throat.
"No, oh stop ..."
But Kathy wanted more. He was kissing her hair, drawing his tongue across her chin, then moving up to her mouth. The woman felt her pussy swell open, sweet hot juice oozing from her slit and wetting down her thighs. Oh, how hot his lips were against hers! The woman trembled, feeling her hands draw around his thick neck and draw him closer.
"Shari ..."
"Forget Shari," Justin said.
Kathy already had. She felt his tongue, his teeth grinding against hers. Thoughts of those wild conversations Justin had with her over the phone raced through her mind. He said he was going to suck her tongue, driving his tongue around like a cock to ream her out before fucking the daylights out of her. She thought of the ways he said he was going to screw her and the woman trembled again.
"Oh baby, you don't know how many times I wanted this to happen,"
Justin confessed again.
Kathy didn't care about the past. She could feel her gown opening, revealing her lush supple body. Justin groaned, one of his hands moving between them and cupping her right tit. How good it was to feel a man, a real man fingering her nipples, squeezing her tits, crushing the nipple under his ragged fingernail. She moaned, her head snapping back while her cuntal muscles snapped on thin air. Soon she knew they'd be milking his cock as the big man drove the cunt-splitter home "Oh, do things to me, Justin, do...
Kathy couldn't finish the sentence.
"Want me to fuck you? Man, I told you over the phone I'd be fuckin' you 'til you were begging for it. I didn't think you were so hot you'd be askin' me for it now," Justin chuckled.
"Yes, oh yesss," she hissed, closing her eyes and rubbing her swollen pussy against his crotch. Kathy could feel that tell-tale bulge pressing out from behind his fly. He'd excited her so much over the phone. And now he was here, here as he promised!
"Let's go ... right to the sack," Justin said, picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. Somewhere along the way her gown dropped off. Kathy didn't care. It was wild, wonderful feeling naked, being naked, while her husband's best friend carried her off to bed!
He lay her down, quickly undressing. Kathy stared heavy-lidded at the big man-stared at his broad shoulders, his tapered waist, those big hairy pecs with long nipples, that groove separating his thick-muscled legs from his torso. Shari had told her once over the phone that Justin enjoyed working out so much. He even had a set of weights in the basement recreation room. Kathy now saw the result of his physical workouts. It made her moan again.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me ..."
Kathy let herself be rolled over onto her belly, then pulled up by the hips until she was on her knees, her face resting on the side against the pillow. She didn't have the strength it seemed to push herself up on her hands. Kathy inhaled sharp ly, smelling the fresh aroma of the newly washed sheets.
Justin knelt behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. That teasing touch made her cuntal walls buckle from the rising heat. She groaned, her legs trembling, threatening to give way.
Justin moved his fingers closer, barely brushing over the fur-fringed smooth flesh of her cuntlips. More juice seeped out of the fuckhole.
One finger slipped in, rubbing against the tender walls. Kathy grunted, moving her ass back and forth as the teasing sensation of almost being fucked drove her wild. She wanted his cock, needed that whanger sticking out of his hairy groin. No wonder Shari seemed so happy all the time. With that amount of cockmeat keeping her satisfied all the time she woman was practically living in heaven!
"Ohhhhhh!"
Kathy was kneeling like a bitch in heat. For an instant she thought of the big dog crouching somewhere in the darkness outside. Could he hear her grunting, begging Justin for his dick? Could he smell her even at this distance? Would he want to mount her if he saw her like this?
"Unnghhhh!"
Kathy was ready for any kind of fuck. Her cunt was flooding out hot butter. She was burning down there between her spread legs. Her nipples ached for another touch, another pinch. A big knot was growing in the pit of her belly. As he moved up closer behind her Justin reached down, looping one hand around her belly. He stroked her navel, watching her stomach contract and her back arch at the light touch.
Then pushing his hand forward the big man pinched one big nipple between a thumb and forefinger. Kathy growled, bobbing her ass back and forth like an aroused animal.
"AHHRHHHHHH!"
"That's it, baby, work it on out. Man, get ready for my fuckin' prick," Justin growled back. Kathy didn't have to be more ready than she already was. Fucking-yes, good, hard fucking. That was what she'd been needing all this time. Thank God that pervert on the phone finally materialized, becoming this wonderful man rubbing his dickhead behind her against her snatch.