Chapter 4
"Get down, get down, damn you!" Patty cried, slapping at the animal.
But Pal only stood there, his ears pinned back while his black rubbery lips trembled. At times Patty could see the double criss-crossed row of white fangs slick with spittle. He was growling louder now, not a mean growl, but one of excitement. Patty struggled backward on the bed, her heels digging into the mattress as she squirmed away from the animal.
"No, no ... " Patty wasn't sure what he had in mind. But dimly she began to realize he might be sexually interested in her. The thought was revolting! To think she would actually let an animal touch her was unbelievable! "This won't happen ... I won't let it!"
But there was nowhere to run. The dog moved quickly when Patty started to edge toward one end of the bed, snapping at her hands and feet when she tried to escape. Real panic started gripping her heart and throat now. She was trapped, trapped in her own bed. Beads of sweat broke out on her wrinkled forehead.
"Don't do this!"
But the dog had had enough of the foreplay. He jumped, his paws hitting her thighs. Patty screamed, feeling the velvety wetness of her cunt exposed. She kicked at the big animal, feeling the inner surfaces of her cunt working together as she wormed higher on the bed.
Pal was undeterred. He jumped again, his nose this time plunging under her hot cunt mound. His tongue started wetting her. He was whining, wiggling his body back and forth as he stood above her on the bed. Patty felt petrified. The first touch of his tongue had made her belly buck with an unnamed fear.
But then if she were so horrified or fearful, why wasn't she striking the animal, screaming down the walls, calling out for help?
"Oh, no . . . oh, my God!"
She was opening her pussy to him! She had fallen back on the bed, pressing her cheek against the pillow and slowly letting her knees sag apart. Pal was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner flesh of her thigh. Each lick was bringing floods of juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful, wet, wild friction. Her knees fell apart more. She heard her cuntlips unsticking. Pal lapped at them. He had quieted suddenly, the growling becoming an occasional whimper.
"Uhhhhhghhh . . . huhhhrrr!"
Pal nuzzled his black nose between her cuntlips tenderly. Patty realized he was tasting and smelling her, licking up her juices while shoving his paws against her prancing ass. The bed was groaning and squeaking as Patty thrashed around, her arms flailing at her sides. What was happening to her? How on earth could she be letting something as sick and foul as this to happen in her own bedroom?
"No, no, get away!"
But her voice didn't sound convincing even to herself. Instead, she shuddered with a fever Pal was giving her. He rested on his belly now between her spread thighs, lapping noisily at her. Patty could feel his hot breath tickling her pussy curls as he drenched her cunt over and over again.
"Pal ... Pal ... "
Patty was going wild. She didn't dare think of what was happening to her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that big fat-cocked cop fucking her, holding her down by the shoulders and fucking the daylights out of her while sucking on her nipples.
"Yes . . . fuck . . . fuck!" she breathed low.
But still in the back of her mind, Patty realized it was the German shepherd thrilling her this way. The hunger of her body seemed to take over everything. Her hands reached down to her belly, finding the animal's pointed black snout. She felt the squishy, swampy mess between her legs.
"Ummmmm, ohhh, my God!"
The girl beat the mattress with her flailing legs as another series of pre-orgasmic spasms swept through her pussy like a tidal wave. She felt the animal's tongue licking at her whitened knuckles while her fingers caressed her fluttering cuntlips.
"Yess!" she hissed.
Patty moved her ass up, giving Pal more of her cunt to gobble up. The animal sensed her growing excitement, whimpered through his nose and ate more frenziedly. Now he was lapping the bottoms of her asscheeks and back into her ass crack. Patty felt so wet, so uninhibited by what was going on. She pushed her body up, bracing herself with her soles pressed hard against the mattress. Her tits jiggled with the wild, violent movements of her body. "Fuck . . . fuck!"
Was this for the animal? Was she actually begging this German shepherd to fuck her? Even though she was spinning somewhat out of control, Patty held enough sanity to know she wasn't ready for a doggie fuck yet. No, she had too much pride, too much to overcome to be brought down to that level. But this was different. Somehow the girl managed to accept this animal oral sex, thinking it was only one sloppy surface rubbing against another. The thought that a growling German shepherd was attached to one of those surfaces didn't phase her.
"Yes ... oh, God, yessss!"
The pink tongue drove up and down her cunt crack faster and faster. It was so shamelessly good. Her clit burned like a flaming jewel from the steady friction. The places between her fingers and toes tingled strangely. Patty fanned her fingers along the animal's sides and held him firmly in place. It was good, so good to have that tongue licking sloppily up and down. She moved her butt in a counter motion, increasing the friction twofold. Her ass was prancing wildly while the girl breathed with whistling noises through her flared nostrils.
Slowly, panting harder than ever, Patty inched her knees back until they were almost against her tits. Then she let them fall apart even farther. It was grotesque, she knew. She was letting herself become completely opened to him in that obscene bedroom posture. But she couldn't help it. She'd gone this far. And now Patty wanted to feel the animal all over her, lapping her into a frenzy. All the holds were taken away. Now all she cared about was the massive climax she could feel building in the pit of her belly. "Unggh!"
She gasped and babbled to the animal as he lapped her. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while she rocked and rolled on the bed. She moved her ass up, let it fall back, then stroked it up again. Up and back, up and back, until sweat made her flesh glisten from the movements. She twisted to one side so Pal's teeth brushed against one cuntlip, then arched her back so the dog could touch her clit again.
"Unnghhhhh!"
Patty didn't care if the whole neighborhood could hear her moaning like a wild bitch. She didn't care if her mother came in and found her like this with their pet. She could die doing this and she wouldn't care. It was the best thing that had happened to her . . . that is, second after Jack. It was driving her crazy to have this mutt licking her off.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Patty worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her writhing body. Pal's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure he brought to her. If only she could have that wonderful sensation of having something in her cunt, something shoving aside her pussy walls and making her feel so complete! "Oh, God, I can't!"
Patty felt herself rocketing up to climax. She desperately tried to hold back. But the animal couldn't understand her desires. All he knew was that more and more frothy fuck juice was seeping from her velvety cunt. He lapped at it thirstily, growling, at times shoving his furry nose into her hole and lapping wildly as if he wanted more.
The German shepherd's tongue was petting her clit regularly now. She could feel her pussy muscles spasming, trying to grab onto the dog's black nose. She was quivering on the edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. Kicking her legs up high she fanned her toes out. Pal slowed his rubbing friction, pulling his head out and tilting it to one side. He stared curiously at her.
"Pal, hurry!"
The dog let out a little help, nuzzling again between her wet pussylips. She felt her tender cunt membranes filling with blood. If Jack's cock were in her now, she would be milking it. The thought hurried her into the storm of her climax. The girl pitched on the bed, bucking her ass against Pal's mouth. His teeth were cutting her slightly, but she didn't care. That sensation added to all the other ones. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him harder against her drooling pussyhole. Scissoring her legs tightly around his furry thick neck, Patty bucked like a wild bronco. She didn't want to frighten him away. But her orgasm was so achingly slow and powerful, she couldn't control her body movements any longer!
"Come!" she cried, her head thrown back while her long hair swept across her shoulder blades.
Patty tossed her head, her thighs filled with that crazy itching, tantalizing fire that she loved. The girl quivered and bucked and throbbed all over. She jerked her body so wildly, she was frightened Pal might jump away.
But the dog stayed, licking and nuzzling and panting, his hot breath blowing over her convulsing cunt. Hot juice flooded out onto the bed, wetting the dog's nose until the smacking wet sounds were louder than ever. Her orgasm was on her now, making her pant, gasp and cry out while her legs and arms flailed the bed. She jerked like a speared animal while her fingers clawed at the big dog. Finally she shoved her fingers in her cunt, whimpering while pulling the slit wider and letting the dog's tongue fuck her as if it were a tiny cock.
When she opened her eyes again, Pal lay beside her. She'd been hugging his strong furry body against her. A swirl of thoughts assailed her. How could this horrible thing have happened? Never before had she even considered this sort of sex. But now . . . ?
Oh, she had to get away from him, had to get away and think. Pal sighed, looking sleepily up at her, then closed his eyes and breathed regularly. In a way the girl envied him. He had no conscience, no thoughts to torture him after sex. He just lapped his cock and went to sleep!
At that point, Patty stiffened, sure she'd heard movement in the hall. Glancing down, she saw Pal jerk his head up and twist it around. Someone was in the hall. Oh, God, was it her mother? Could her mother have been standing there in the doorway, watching this terrible scene? And now was she trying to think of a way to approach her daughter? The thought sickened Patty.
"Shh!" Patty said to the big dog as he started to growl.
Then in a flash the girl realized it wasn't her mother in the hall at all. Pal would have been jumping all over the place, barking happily and wagging his tail. No, a thief perhaps, but not her mother.
"Who's t-there?" she stammered, holding onto Pal's collar. The dog would surely defend her. She could feel his body trembling with anger. There were more footsteps. Then a tall, muscular figure in Levi's and black leather jacket stepped out into the doorway. It was that Mike Bradley, the leader of the gang that had tried to rape her earlier.
"Left somethin' on the beach, chick," he said, tossing her opened purse onto the bedroom floor. The contents scattered noisily about. They'd found her address from her wallet and come here to wreak some kind of revenge on her!
"Get 'em!" Patty shouted to the dog, releasing him.
"Fuckin' dog," Mike growled as Pal leaped from the bed and sprang at the big man. Patty watched helplessly as the biker pulled out a small black tubular object from his jacket pocket and aimed it at the animal. There was a hissing sound. Pal yelped, seeming to change direction in mid-air. The animal crashed against the wall, tumbled to the floor, then scampered out into the corridor, yelping and whining.
"What did you do?" the girl almost shouted, feeling her flesh crawl. There wasn't the smell of mace in the room.
"It's the same kinda shit mailmen use," Mike said, stuffing it back in his pocket. "You dig dogs, eh?"
"Get out of here!" the girl wailed, her face flushing red with shame and humiliation. To think that something this low could have witnessed her sexual play with a dog! "He was a lot better 'n you probably are," Patty added, immediately sorry she'd said something like that. Mike's face darkened.
"We'll see, bitch! The boys are downstairs waitin' for us. We thought we'd take your old lady along too. Too bad she ain't around for the fun," Mike said, walking toward the bed.
Patty rolled on one side, covering her face with one hand while trying to reach the lamp with the other. If only she could slow him down, she'd be able to crawl out the window and slip to the ground via the porch roof. The others downstairs would find her missing by the time she reached safety. If only she could get her fingers around the base of that heavy lamp and heave it against his head.
But Mike was fast, knocking the lamp to the floor with one swipe of his hand. Patty screamed, flinching to the other side of the bed. The old terror that had gripped her at the beach returned. Only this time she knew no one could help her. If her mother returned home early, she'd face the same fate as Patty.
"Get up, sweet tits," Mike said, holding his hand out.
Patty took it, then felt herself being yanked hard from the bed. Something popped in her shoulder as she tumbled forward, hair falling in her face, legs twisting together. Mike was holding her tightly, pinching her ass with his callused fingers while biting her neck passionately.
"Unghhh!" Patty cried, feeling something sour bubbling up from her stomach. She was sick, sick with terror and anger and humiliation. He was all over her, his fingers moving up her butt crack until she felt his forefinger playing with the wrinkled flesh of her asshole. She stiffened, a strangled cry escaping her lips as he drove that finger in up to the second joint.
"Nooo!" she wailed, humping against him. Patty's legs trembled, then bent as he scraped the slick walls of her shitter. He was grunting, his thick lips curled into a smile of triumph.
"Gonna suck me off, baby. I ain't gonna stick my cock into your cunt after that mutt got through eatin' you out. But you can still give head, can'tcha?" he said.
Patty was too horrified with the suggestion to answer. He moved both hands to her shoulders, forcing her down to the floor. The girl protested, fighting him by twisting as much as she could. But Mike shut her up by slapping her hard across the face, then backhanding her even harder. Stars popped in front of her eyes. She heard him say that if she tried anything funny like biting him or squeezing his balls, he'd cut her throat. To emphasize his point, the young man unsnapped a small leather holster attached to his riding belt and pulled out a large four-inch carving knife. Patty's eyes widened as the tempered steel reflected the bright bedroom light on the walls. She felt the floor brushing against her knees, felt her stomach turn over and her chest tighten. There was only one thing to do-do as he said and wait for a chance to get away.
"Okay, baby, gimme some head," he said, reaching down and opening his trousers. A wave of warm, humid air hit her cheeks, followed by the sour odor of his crotch. Mike reached in, unfastening the top button of his Levi's first, and pulled his semi-rigid cock out from his jeans.
Patty's head snapped back. If Jack was big, Mike was oversized! Already her jawbones ached as she stared at the juicy piss-slit the biker forced open by squeezing the shaft.
"Man, this is gonna taste real good goin' down your throat," he said, his voice trembling and betraying his growing excitement.
Patty sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes and let her head fall toward his rigid prick. She shuddered, feeling the slick crown touching her chin. The girl raised her head a bit and opened her mouth, peeling back her lips as if she were getting ready for a kiss. A salty taste on her tongue told her his cockhead was sliding in, oozing plenty of pre-cum for her to choke on.