Benton Collier - The jealous protector

Champ had felt betrayed and deserted when Patty locked him in the service porch. Every instinct in his powerful body cried out to him that Hank was an enemy and had come here to harm his mistress. His first reaction had been to drive the hated man from the house, but he had been prevented by the very person that his unquestioning love and devotion impelled him to defend. After Patty had given one last look through the window in the door and had gone away, Champ had paced nervously for several moments, his keen ears alertly cocked for any suspicious sounds from the rest of the house. But all had been quiet so he had lain down, his head lying forlornly on his paws. He had never been locked up before – locked away from those he loved, and misery and resentment seeped through his heart. And disappointment! He, too, had begun to get excited when his mistress had once again offered him her loins to lick. Powerful memories of the night before had made the blood begin to course faster and faster through his veins.

Suddenly, the dog's huge head jerked up from the floor, all his senses alert. The quiet rhythm of the sounds in the house were changing. He heard his mistress' voice raised in anger above the low sadistic taunting of his hated enemy. The hackles raised on his back and an ominous growl came from Champ's throat as he moved right up against the door, listening. He heard his mistress' voice getting louder and shriller, and then he could smell it – her fear!

Champ pushed against the door but it didn't move. Then the now-frantic animal began to claw furiously at the wood, sensing that he had to free himself to save his beloved companion and mistress. His whines and growls became louder and louder, and his actions more furious as he sensed the terror growing in Patty's voice.

But it was useless. The door was thick and the lock strong. The helplessly enraged animal finally gave up in impotent fury and sat back on his haunches, listening nervously, his pointed ears twitching forward each time another sound penetrated the imprisoning door.

And then the sounds changed. His mistress' voice became lower and softer and switched to the sensuous thrilling moans that had issued from her lips just last night.

And he could smell the unmistakable odor of aroused femininity that he knew so well.

The dog came to his feet once again, confused. A certain animal jealousy began to mix with the protective instincts that had until now dominated his brain. This new emotion, mixed with an awareness of his own physical arousal suddenly snapped the last ounce of restraint in the big animal's frustrated mind. He began to bark loudly and angrily. If he could have gotten into the rest of the house he probably could not have been restrained from tearing Hank apart. It was as if a hated rival were infringing on a proud wild animal's domain, ravaging his jealously guarded mate before his very eyes.

The enraged German shepherd barked and barked, stopping every now and then to listen to the maddening sounds from the other room, a lust for revenge growing in his heart with each passing moment.

In Patty's bedroom, Hank paid no attention to the clamor coming from the porch. He knew the dog was safely locked up and anyway, he couldn't force his attention away from the shamelessly aroused young girl twisting and writhing beneath him.

Abruptly, he couldn't stand it any longer. Grabbing Patty's long lithe legs behind the knees, he shoved them roughly back against her shoulders while he slithered up her sweat-soaked body. His lust-hardened cock brushed against her wetly dripping cuntal lips, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through his aroused body, as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. Immediately, as if she had been fucking all her life, the naked teen-ager's ankles locked tightly behind his neck, enabling his greedy eyes to look down between their bodies and see her upturned vaginal plane completely exposed to him: the wetly moist furrow was held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs against hers and her narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its fleshy-pink lips in open invitation.

The passion-wracked girl could see Hank's powerful naked form hovering over her and could feel his huge heated hardness throbbing the full length of her cuntal furrow. His jerking cock-head was resting between her widespread ass-cheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips and dip her yearning young pussy down towards it in a desperate search for its hard blood-filled tip.

She had to have his long hard penis in her! Her belly screamed for it!

In the panic of her need she reached her hands down underneath the grinding cheeks of her ass and grasped the full length of his stone-hard member. Her tightly closed fists stroked it in anticipation and greed. She could feel a hot spasmodic throbbing against her palms and a sticky fluid that oozed in driblets from the blood-inflated head. She guided it up her hungering vaginal furrow, not letting it lose contact with her sensitive flesh until it was finally poised between the lubricated flanges of her wetly waiting cunt. She held it there with one hand and placed the other on her ravisher's naked buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown the gnawing white heat that burned out of control in her belly.

Hank grinned in lewd delight above her. Christ, the hot little bitch was putting it in herself. He couldn't believe that this beautiful young girl who had been too proud to even speak to him a half-hour ago was now willingly, desperately guiding his own rigid cock into her desire-drenched loins. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward at once and impaling this squirming, dog-fucking slut on his aching cock, but the desire to punish her and the other teen-age girls of her kind for all the times they had shit on him by their disdainful looks and obvious scorn overcame that desire. This one typified them all! She was everything he wanted to humiliate; proud, hauty, spoiled. If one ever needed punishing, this one did. Well, by God, he would punish her with his cock. He would fuck her until she couldn't walk, and afterwards she'd throw stones at that Goddamned dog and her smart-ass high school boy friends.

And he would never let her forget how she had become just another quivering bundle of passion-wracked flesh under his powerful dominance. She would know he had shot his cum into her, deep up into her belly. He could taunt her with it later, the next time he fucked her, because he knew she was not going to let such a good thing get away from her. He would fuck them both, mother and daughter, maybe at the same time. The lewd thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward. "Comin' in baby," he grunted in a harsh voice.

Patty felt the pressure against her throbbing vaginal lips; the elastic tightness resisted for a moment then gave way before the hard relentless pressure. The pain was harsh, and she automatically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low groan from deep in her throat. The sadistic older man liked that… he liked hearing her hurt, hearing her protest.

He shoved again – a deeper groan – he wanted to hear her scream for mercy. And suddenly he could stand it no more. He rammed his hips forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt inside her tight little opening. He could feel his cum-filled balls slap against her frantically squirming ass-cheeks as they tried to screw themselves deep down into the mattress in a futile attempt to escape the sudden cruel impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his big hairy body, splaying over the edges of the bed, kicking helplessly in the air.

"Aaaaahhhhh, God! You're too big! Noooo! Noooooo! Don't move it. Aaaaggghhh!" Patty screamed, thrashing about like an insect pinned to a display board. She groaned and begged him not to move it as he flexed his hotly throbbing hardness, then began sobbing piteously as he continued to flex his huge pulsating shaft, each jerk making the massive cock-head burrow deeper into her tortured flesh. Hank's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress while his wide-spread knees held her frantically trembling thighs far apart. The raging pain of the sudden entry ripped her mind from the warm cocoon of lust and passion that had dominated her while Hank's obscenely licking tongue worked its lewd magic between her legs. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she had been ripped in half from this hotly throbbing pole of flesh embedded so deeply in her middle. The fiery shaft felt as though it was coming out her throat as its blood-filled head pressed hard against her cervix. Her head had been buffeted harshly back against the head-board of the bed by the sudden brutality of his entry. Now, all the fears she had had earlier, before Hank's seducing tongue had lapped her into panting submission, came instantly back to her. She twisted under the gross man trying not to look at the triumphantly leering face staring down at her.