Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Nadine was lost in the heat of her rising, ungovernable, newly discovered passion… lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor in the magnificent animal thrusts pounding from behind into the remotest parts of her no-longer virginal cunt, and the naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her beautiful face. She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in forceful trembling movements and the hand behind her head grip harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his shaft down her throat to meet Lonny's penetrating far up into her belly, and the exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly.

God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth… to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat… then, she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked it madly. It burst! He swore vilely, while his prick gushed forth thick hot issues of the white, pungent liquid into her throat, her lovely young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious fluid… yet, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth as the blind-man seemed to collapse beneath her, his shrinking rod slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.

Susan had raised upright, dazed in the throes of her own violent climax, then, let out a scream at the sight of the horrifying depravity her beautiful daughter was being subjected to between the lustful, vengeance-driven blind-man and his powerful trained dog. Dear God, the despicable debauchery was the very dregs of degradation. She struggled to get to her feet and go to her, but Silk grabbed her and held fast.

"Just hold tight, cunt, and watch this," he spat into her ear. "The boss wouldn't like it if you interfered, just when he's blowing his nuts in the little bitch's mouth. It's his big moment, know what I mean? After fifteen years… kind of an installment payment to the memory of your yellow-bellied husband."

"Oh… Oh, my poor darling!" Susan exclaimed in despair as she read the wanton expression on Nadine's face when she raised it from Max's loins, thin, sticky strings of his obscene viscid cum stretching from her tender lips to the horrible man's now flaccid cock.

And then, abruptly, Susan saw her daughter's mouth gasp open in a choking scream as she began to toss her head from side to side wildly, her long, raven-black hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders. Susan realized that she was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, and she gaped in awe at the sight of her precious daughter screwing her buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The huge animal's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the beautiful waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from it onto the coated film of sweat covering her smooth white back. Again, Nadine screamed and rammed back against the animal deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his huge cock began the obvious spitting of its sperm with hard, bullet-like spurts deep into her clasping young virginal cunt.

And all of a sudden, Nadine's white rounded buttocks began contracting, hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating the climactic upheaval within her quaking belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped out around the flushed lips of her throbbing cunt that squeezed and milked the prick of the dog ravenously, forming thin trickles of the mucid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the white, lush columns of her soft, inner-thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic-hair and open pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face to the right of Max's chair. She was exhausted and the immediately deflated cock of the powerful dog slipped from her ravaged passage, then he stepped over her prostate, outstretched body to stand nobly above her, his teeth bared, a deep possessive growl rising from his throat.

No one heard the automobile motor, the foot falls across the creaking floorboarded porch, nor the opening and closing of the front door… yet, she never tried to hide anything. Lily Vance was insane with debased, jealous rage.

Then, she stood there!

"Godamn you Max Bovino! Godamn all of you!" she cursed.

Silk recognized her voice before he saw her, but he was helpless, naked and without his gun… and she had one!

She raised it slowly and fired the first shot that struck Max. The second one hit him, too… in between his half-naked breasts… the first slug leaving a bloody little hole right in his face, above his darkened glasses, not quite at the bridge of his nose. The blind, dead man barely moved; he'd never known what took his life… but the great trained animal leaped a near fifteen feet through the air to pinion the murderess onto her back beneath him, and might have torn her throat away had not Nadine screamed at him… and the dog obeyed.

"Lonny! Stop! No! No, Lonny! Back, boy! Back…"

This, among other things, was what surprised the police… that a young girl could command a specific, master-trained seeing-eye dog and make him obey, holding everyone in the room at bay while she retrieved the gun, then untied Halo who proceeded to help her. They sought many more answers, but none of the people involved were willing to talk about what had happened.

At last, Chief of Police David Archer bad said: "Leave them alone. They've suffered enough for one night… and maybe I know how much."

Nadine was sorry about Jamey's and her mom's wedding plans not being a bit more elaborate. She still entertained the young-girl idea about those things, but she had grown up enough to realize such matters rested with the parties involved. She smiled to herself and petted Sir Launcelot's majestic head. Her childish conceptions of what made up life had changed since that night at the farm. She just hoped that once they took the step, they'd remain as happy as they were right at that moment.

She wondered suddenly if it was still raining outside? These November chilled days with the rain that would soon be snow intrigued her, especially in front of a glowing fireplace, and in such a beautiful home as Jamey's there at Quarrysite. Again, she smiled to herself, thinking of Rickie Thompson, those thoughts trickling through her young, imaginative mind. Wow he was really so sweet… but as childish as her ideas of becoming an actress. She wasn't sorry that she hadn't entered the finals of the Miss Parksburg contest. That life wasn't what she wanted… not really; there were too many other things immediately at hand to be conquered… like the new caretaker, Mike Sawyer, for example. Damn… he was handsome… and only twenty-one!

Lying there in the living room on the plush carpeting before the fireplace in her robe, with only panties and bra beneath, she felt a certain exciting looseness and she reached out to pet Lonny's head. Then, she heard her mother's laughter coming from the den where she and Jamey relaxed on this cold, rainy, Sunday afternoon. She continued to smile lightly to herself, feeling smugly warm and pleasant… as well as erotically stimulated in just the knowing that she could have Jamey, if, or when, she ever wanted him. Her beautiful mom had indirectly implied as much when they were alone, almost suggesting that she would rather share with her the love of her future husband, rather than have her precious baby giving herself to strange boys or men, now that she had tasted the sensual delights of life. Her mom was so wonderful… so understanding, but what she didn't understand was that she had grown-up over night, and had her own ideas regarding what she wanted.

For example, she wished that Ann Trent was there with her at that very moment; they always had so much fun together… but then, she found herself wondering if their kind of fun would ever interest her again. She didn't feel a great deal of excitement thinking about it… the way it used to be. That night at the farm had changed so many things for her…