Chapter 8

Seething with anger, Priscilla left the Raddison Hotel, three men carrying her seven bags to the taxi. There was no point in her staying here to be rejected again by Mark Denning. She was used to getting what she wanted, everything she wanted, when she wanted it, and that little sweet-voiced, big-titted, virgin-bodied Desirée Mitchell was not going to get in the way of that for long. Now that Mark was on his way up in the state political system, there was no reason why Priscilla herself shouldn't be able to enjoy that success with him. Let little Dezzy go back where she came from, to Chicago and the university scene, and her big cavernous church with the forty-voice choir and the clanging bells and the old man in his long, silk robes. That was the place for the little bitch.

Oh, how she had wanted Mark's hard, loving cock tonight! And how much he had hurt her in withholding it! Her self-centered existence demanded that she prevail. All her life, her father had made sure that she had got what she wanted, within the sphere of their social group. Mark was now qualified to enter there, more than worthy of the company of the Devereauxs and the high-classed country social scene they built their lives around.

At the private airport, Priscilla's father's plane Cessna was waiting for her. As she boarded, she wracked her brain for thoughts of revenge or some kind of way to manipulate the situation to her advantage, to somehow spoil things for that holier-than-thou Desirée Mitchell and turn Mark away from the marriage he seemed to be contemplating with such single-minded intent.

Somehow...

But as soon as the sunlight crept over the windowsill of her bedroom, "little" Desirée awoke to her own private hell already, entirely without the help of the vengeful Priscilla Devereaux. At first she hoped that her memories of the young man inside her and the subsequently consummated dog fucking had been a bizarre dream, but a closer examination of her inner thighs and hollows at the back of her knees revealed the animal's dried sperm, and touching the still-swollen labia that had been battered so thoroughly by the German shepherd's rampant penis. It was beyond belief, yet it had happened. A feral dog's penis had been in her vagina, ramming in and out, filling it with sperm. And, at the time, she had loved it, fallen right in with the dog's rutting, become a wild bitch animal herself. Not only was she repulsed by what had been done to her, she was disgusted at how she had reacted, without any thought of morality or decency.

It was just as Liz had said. Lobo's cock made a woman his slave.

Desirée reached for the phone by the bed. She felt sick at heart and she needed to hear Mark's dear voice. She dialed the Radisson and asked to be connected to his room. It took much too long for her sweetheart to answer.

"Darling?" Desirée said in a trembling voice.

"Dez?" Mark's tone was solicitous. "Dez? Are you all right?"

She sniffled and felt a tear streak its way past the corner of her mouth. "Uh, yes, darling. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"You miss me that much, Baby?" Mark sounded touched.

"Oh, yes, yes I do," she said, silent sobs wracking her breast and causing her bosom to shake. "I miss you so much. Please come home to me."

Mark chuckled. "But Dez, I've only been gone a day. You can hold on a while longer. You lived without me for nineteen years."

Desirée touched her trembling lips. "Mark, Mark, I know you're doing something important, but please don't take too long."

"I'm here with your parents, and I promise that when I'm done with what I have to do, I'll be back there by your side so fast you won't believe it. Is that good enough for you, sweetie?"

The darling girl bit her lip and nodded. "I suppose so."

"All right, then, be good. The time will go fast. Why don't you go visit Liz. How's choir practice going?"

"Just fine."

"Keep thinking of me, darling. You know you're my one and only." There was a pause. "Baby, I've got to go. There's another call coming through." The line went dead.

Desirée turned over and began to sob.

She cried for a long time, until her eyes were puffy. But now she knew she had to go out and do something that she dreaded. After stripping the sheets from the bed, she took a long time showering, trying to wash away the dregs of the horrible act she had participated in, cupping handfuls of water up into her pleasure-inflamed, abused pussy, trying to rinse away the residue of the dog's semen. She let the water run over her face for a long time, but her eyes were still swollen when she looked in the mirror, so she went to the refrigerator, took out some ice, and applied it directly to her cheeks beneath her dewy blue eyes.

As she left the house to take her car to town, Desirée sniffed back her tears. She knew what she had to do. She loved Mark so much. She couldn't allow this awful deed to lie fermenting in her mind. She would have to find Pastor Hemmings, tell him what she had done, and get him to absolve her somehow, to purge her guilt before she saw Mark again. It was the only thing she could do.

The only thing.

Clete Anderson partially staggered into the kitchen of Nancy Purcell's uncle's house shortly after noon. In his disgruntled mind he was well aware of his drunkenness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. He had been waiting at the top of the rise for Nancy's relatives to leave before letting himself in. The kitchen door swung toward him and his aggrieved fiancee, Nancy, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Clete stared at her in the tightly clinging house dress, revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when she crossed to him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple. Her arms went around his neck and she kissed him.

"How'd you get here, Clete?," she said, placing the dish and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking a beer. I haven't felt right since..." She dropped her eyes and tried not to cry.

"O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said with thickened tongue.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch... or breakfast?"

He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenage legs, their full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapeliness of their youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat teenage belly. The big black man swallowed dryly, his eyes gaping at the naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding them from him.

"Can... can I get you something, Clete?" Nancy repeated, her voice momentarily catching.

Clete licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.

A little gasp of surprise escaped Nancy as he effortlessly snuggled her against him, his coarse, black chest hair and unshaven face roughly grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he hissed, "and it's time you and I started being like grown-up lovers."

"Oh, Clete," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain... "Better let me go if you want this beer opened..."

"To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on the table. "I don't need it as much as I need you, Nancy! Yeah, I need you bad right now, Nancy doll... and you know what I mean, don't you? You've had it... Lobo, I mean, that goddamned dog! I... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it... I won't hurt you at all!"

Nancy sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It... it had finally happened... the moment she'd known would come! They were betrothed, after all, and she had wanted the perfect wedding, with her virginity proclaimed by her white bridal gown.

"Pl-Please, Clete... let me open your beer... ?"

"Piss on the beer, girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs shifted futilely when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs. "After two years, I deserve more than that, Nancy... a lot more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she squirmed weakly inside the tight grip of his powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to hurt you, Baby, you know I wouldn't do that! I'm your husband to be."

"Oh God no... , Clete... please. What about our white wedding?" Nancy begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken! "Please... please don't... think of our future!"

Clete threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "These sheets are white enough for our wedding?" he snarled. "Goddamn, Nancy girl, I need you! Clete needs you right now! I'm not going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me - and I promise, I'll make it good for you... real good! You got to trust me, Baby! You understand, don't you?"

"Oh... oh, Clete... I'm afraid! We shouldn't... you know we shouldn't!" Nancy gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement shaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenage cheeks.

Clete dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenage body as she began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his mouth!

His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as, hungrily, he sucked at her tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at the house dress covering her.

"No, don't tear it!" Nancy managed, withdrawing her tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really going to do it to me... let me take it off! I don't want uncle George to ask what happened to it."

"Jesus Christ!" Clete choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp, but a more ravishing imp than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl... I'll buy all the goddamned dresses, or anything else you can come up with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Clete, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask... that's all... !"

Nancy stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainedly founded on the wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It had to be the beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual awakening that the dog, Lobo, had unleashed within her! She wanted to know, had to know, and yes, she owed him something. She owed him this, she sinfully acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her bra.

"You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as she slowly removed the bra to expose her young, full breasts to him. "You might not get another chance before the wedding, and then, you'll miss the boat."

"Christ... I'll be a... goddamn!" Clete mumbled, his eyes fixed on the tantalizingly revealed charms of his young fiancee as she slowly, deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the bra, the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle. And all the time, she'd been right there for the taking!

Fuck, he was going to flip, all right, he concluded as he watched her wriggle out of her flimsy underwear, tiny nylon panties, his blurred-eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenage body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him with.

"Well come on, Clete!" Nancy tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire- inflamed mind. She wanted to know, had to know if it could be the same! Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping hesitantly at the sight!

Dear God! He was massive! His... his black cock... it must be as big as Lobo's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he moved nakedly toward the bed to her!

"Don't hurt me... please be gentle, Clete!" she whimpered as he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular body. "Oh... please?"

Clete took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming raspingly from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, yielding nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. Instead, he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her warm mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of her young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape her around his thrusting tongue.

Nancy moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining arms. His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his long, throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh of her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big hand on her sensitive teenage breasts, immediately fired new quickly growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, erect clitoris! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, liquid flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his tongue began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick middle finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal passage!

"Oooohhh... ohhhhh Clete!" Nancy moaned chokingly around his plunging tongue.

God! It was going to be everything she had hoped for!

His wonderful hand was setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooohhhh, it was wonderful, she thought wildly as his long, slowly working middle finger began to smoothly slip in and out of her wet, dilated cunt-channel, a new wave of passionate excitement rippling over her naked, teenage flesh.