Fragmented thoughts drifted slowly through her brain. She had always known that someday she would have to come to terms with the unbridled passions that constantly ravished her insatiable body. She would either have to give in to it, or repress it completely. Either one or the other or she would probably go mad. And now… and now… her daughter, her beloved Patty, was caught in the same bottomless trap. What was she to do, what were they to do? The distraught mother lay on the straw for nearly an hour, her expressionless face turned towards the ceiling, but no answers came to her.
CHAPTER NINE
It was the evening of the same day, about nine o'clock and Patty and her mother were sitting in the living room. Paula was pretending to read a book while she covertly watched Patty playing lovingly with Champ. Little prickles of sensation rippled over Paula's flesh as she remembered the way Champ had sunk his huge cock to the hilt in her daughter's eager vagina. She wondered if they were going to have to get rid of the dog. You just couldn't have a dog around that made love to human women. Or could you?
Paula had trouble keeping her eyes off the furry sheath hanging down from Champ's lean belly that housed his immense weapon. She wondered how it would feel…
Damn! She couldn't let herself think this way. She had her daughter to think of. Something had to be done and done fast before Patty got into trouble. She was only fifteen years old and could hardly be expected to know what she was doing. Paula thought of herself at fifteen. Yes, she had already begun sleeping with boys then. She could hardly remember when she hadn't slept with boys. But she also remembered the heartaches and eventually the ridicule when the word had begun to go around that she was an easy conquest. She wanted to spare Patty that.
It wasn't so bad with the Peters boy, but Paula wondered if Patty had been sleeping with others. That performance she had witnessed this afternoon made the young girl look like a pro. Mmmmmm, the Peters boy, Paula mused, remembering his nakedly strong young body and the size of his penis – amazing for such a young boy. God, it would feel good in her, Paula thought to herself, and as young as he was he could cum time after time… damn, damn, damn, how could she blame her daughter when she herself was thinking this way. Something had to be done and done now!
"Patty," she said more sharply than she intended.
"Yes, Mom?" Patty answered looking up with a trace of a blush. She, too, had been thinking about this afternoon, remembering every delicious sensation, every passionate moment. She sensed that she had reached some kind of point of no return in her life. Things would never be the same, and in a way she had her beloved Champ to thank. He was the first who had shown her what sensual pleasure could really be like. And, of course, Danny. Her heart warmed with passionate young love as she thought of him and his strong male body. She supposed in a way she even owed something to that sadistic brute, Hank Jones. But she shuddered as she thought of his coarseness and hoped she never saw the man again. That was when her mother called her name, and the young girl wondered if she had been reading her mind. There was such a strange edge to her voice.
"Patty, I…" Paula didn't know how to continue. The blonde teenager immediately became a little apprehensive, wondering if her mother could possibly know what she had been doing. Maybe Hank had told her. Paula tried again.
"Patty, I know I may not have been the best mother for the last few months, but I'm worried about you. I think maybe you haven't… been as careful lately as you might have."
The young girl's heart sank. Oh God! Mother did know. "I-I… what do you mean?"
Paula hated what she was doing but didn't know any other way. "I think you know what I mean," she said, not daring to name it herself yet. "This afternoon…"
Paula broke off in surprise as Champ suddenly got to his feet, his hackles rising, his ears laid back and a low ominous growl coming from deep in his throat.
The big dog had been nervous for the last few minutes, as if some sixth sense were warning him of trouble. His sharp nose began to detect a well-remembered odor. And then there was a movement at the window.
It was Hank!
Champ went crazy. He lunged to the window, but it was already empty. Then he ran to the front door, snarling, and crashing his heavy body against the wood as if he were going to batter it down. Paula called out in alarm.
"Patty, what's wrong with Champ?" She got up from her chair and went over to the door and tried to pull the enraged dog away from it, but it was useless. Champ began to bark now, his loud cry reverberating throughout the house.
"There must be something out there," Paula said. "Maybe we'd better go out and see."
"No, no," Patty cried, leaping to her feet. "Please don't open the door, Mother." She knew that only Hank could make Champ behave this way, and she was afraid he would carry out his threat to shoot the animal if he got the chance.
"Don't be silly," Paula said, not understanding. "Champ will protect us if someone's out there." Without waiting for an answer she opened the door and started to go outside, but Champ shot past her, almost knocking her down, savage hate filling his animal heart.
Nearly a half-hour before, Hank Jones had slowly approached the Edwards' place. He stood at the foot of the drive, screened from view by the shade of some trees as he stared at the cheerful lights in the windows of the house, hate and lust battling for dominance in his twisted heart.
The lighted windows told him at least one of the women who were to be his victims tonight were home. He wondered which it was; the sensuously mature mother or the hot little teen-age daughter. Or both! That would be the jackpot, Hank thought to himself. He wondered if he would be so lucky.
But first he had to do something about that damn dog. He moved cautiously up the driveway, stopping at the door of the tool-shed. Yes, this might do, he thought. The old half-rotten door was made of horizontal planks nailed over a frame of two-by-fours. He pried experimentally at the bottom boards. They were loose! He tugged a little harder and the boards came off with a slight squeak of rusty nails. Now there was a low opening at the bottom of the narrow door about eighteen inches high, just what he needed for his plan.
Hank went back out into the soft warm night air. It was time for the dangerous part. He walked up to the house, still moving silently because he didn't want to be noticed until he was ready. He knew the dog would sense his presence soon enough. He was at the wall of the house now and slid carefully along it until he was standing next to the living room window. He peered in cautiously. They were both there, both the women!
Hank gloated silently to himself. This was going to be a night he would long remember, he thought to himself. And those two proud bitches in there would remember it too, he would make sure of that. He had a few scores to settle. He had received a phone call from Paula earlier in the day saying she didn't want to see him anymore. She had hung up on him when he started calling her names. Well, she wouldn't hang up on him this time.
There! The dog had seen him! He watched Champ get to his feet, his fangs bared and his fur bristling. This had better work or he was going to be in real trouble.
He began to run for the tool shed, knowing that Paula would probably open the door to investigate, and Champ would be after him in a flash. Sure enough, he heard the front door open behind him. Paula called hesitantly, "Who's there," and the dog raced around her like a bullet, fierce barks and growls coming from his throat. Damn, he had really played this one close, maybe too close!