"Oh, Champ," she sighed and threw her arms around his massive neck, "that was wonderful." The faithful animal lay its head on her still passion-hardened breasts as she lovingly stroked his furry body. Patty felt fulfilled, complete, like she had never felt before in her whole life. She felt a warm aura of love and trust glowing about her and her beloved canine companion. Life could never be the same again.
And it wouldn't, for neither Patty nor Champ noticed a shadowy figure stealing away across the yard…
CHAPTER FOUR
It took Paula Edwards a long time to wake up the next morning. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness not knowing whether she preferred the terror of her nightmares or the shameful realities of her daily life.
Finally, with a groan, she pushed back the covers and stared up at the ceiling with red-rimmed eyes. The sick pain of a hangover shot through her head as she started to sit up, and she fell back heavily on the pillow. It was a full five minutes more before she was able to swing her feet over the edge of the bed and pull herself slowly to her feet. She felt something scaly as her hand brushed automatically across her face. Looking in the mirror, she saw with a shudder that Hank Jones' dried semen still clung in places to her chin and breasts.
She started to move quickly toward the bathroom to wash it off, but nearly tripped over an empty whiskey bottle. She caught hold of the door frame to steady herself and glanced around at the dirty room and unkempt bed. She saw her face in the mirror, haggard but still beautiful and then she burst into tears.
"Oh God, oh God, what's happened to me?" she moaned as she fell forward on her knees and buried her face against the soiled sheets. Her lovely naked body shook with sobs as the full realization of her continuing degradation was finally brought home to her.
After a while she straightened, and then sat on the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap, her face calmer now. She wondered how she had been able to play this game with herself so long. It was time to admit that Mark was gone. He was dead, dead and would never come back.
But she wasn't dead, she reflected, determination coming over her face. It was time to stop this twilight existence half way between life and death, just drunk enough to shut out the world, just frustrated enough to sleep with the likes of Hank Jones. She shuddered as she thought of the man's crudeness. Well, she didn't need him any more, she thought. She had other things, other people, her daughter for instance.
Yes, Patty, her daughter. She had neglected her for too long. She knew the pain her disgusting life must be causing the fatherless young girl, and she vowed it would be different from this minute on.
The first thing I can do is to clean this place up, she thought to herself and began to put new sheets on the bed. Within the next twenty minutes the room was in reasonable order. She looked at her dirty tired face in the mirror again and decided she was the next project. She showered, washed her hair and put on clean clothes. She was beginning to feel her old self again, and for the first time in a long while she was looking forward to the day ahead. She had to go into the city today to see a lawyer about some of Mark's insurance policies, a thing that she had been dreading. It seemed manageable now, and when she got back in the evening she would cook a nice dinner for Patty and herself. Perhaps they would go to a show together afterwards.
It was fairly early and the house was still quiet. She supposed that Patty was still asleep. She often stayed out late these warm summer nights, but Paula supposed it was all right with the dog to protect her. Mark had brought Champ home when he was a puppy as a gift for their daughter. He had said it was good for a kid in the country to have a dog. He'd always wanted one himself. Patty and the dog had become inseparable; Paula loved him too, but it was nothing like the close bond between the faithful animal and her daughter.
She picked up her coat and purse and started towards the front door, then she hesitated a moment. She turned and moved silently toward the door of Patty's room. It was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open wider and looked in. Patty lay on her side in her bed curled up around Champ's great body, her bright golden hair contrasting sharply with the rough texture of his dark coat. The dog looked up as Paula's head peeked around the door, then he laid his head on his paws and gently wagged his tail as he saw who it was. Paula smiled and quietly closed the door. She went out the front door, not bothering to lock it because she knew that Champ was adequate burglar insurance.
The front door latch gave a sharp click as it closed and Patty stirred in her sleep. A few seconds later her big blue eyes fluttered open and stared unseeingly at the ceiling for a moment. Then she automatically flinched and held up her hands as Champ began happily licking her face. She giggled for a moment and then gave the dog a big hug.
"Good morning, Champ," she said gaily. "You haven't told anybody our secret yet, have you?" And she laughed again.
She started to bound out of bed but gave a little cry of surprise as she realized she was raw and sore up between her thighs. Well, why not, she thought to herself, my hymen was broken last night.
"You'll have to be more careful next time Champ, at least till I get more used to it. And there will be a next time, won't there?" she said as much to herself as to him.
She gingerly stood up and then shamelessly raised her short flimsy nightgown. She looked down at her pubic area and saw that her golden-haired pelvis was still matted with Champ's semen. She began probing at the softly curling mound and hesitantly inserted her forefinger just inside her tight raw vaginal opening.
"Ouch," she said and winced a little. Yes, it was a little sore all right, but there didn't seem to be any real damage. Despite the slight pain, the passage of her fingertip between the soft pink folds of her cuntal slit sent a thrill racing through her blood. Reluctantly she withdrew her hand and had just decided to go in the bathroom and take a shower to wash the dried animal cum from her body when she got an idea. Why not let Champ lick her clean? After all it was his cum, and his big soft tongue wouldn't hurt her like her own finger had. She sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled her nightgown up a little higher. She let her beautiful milky-white young thighs fall lewdly open so that her nearly virginal young pussy opened up like the petals of a rare tropical flower. Champ came to attention as he saw once again the well-remembered pleasure-trove from the night before.
"Want a little breakfast, Champ?" the quickly aroused girl said in a catching voice as the dog looked up expectantly. The big dog whined once and moved slowly toward her extending his head inquisitively. Patty's breath sucked in sharply as the cold canine nose slid wetly up between her thighs and came to rest against her already dampening blonde curls. Her knees fell open even wider, and she gave a little groan as she awaited the first searing attack of the dog's hot wet tongue.
But it never came. There was a thunderous knock at the front door, and Champ quickly jerked his head around.
"Oh no, no, Champ," the desire-ridden girl implored, "come on back. It can't be anybody important." But the pounding went on, and the big dog trotted from the room, the hair bristling on the back of his neck and an ominous growl coming from his throat.
"Oh damn," Patty said petulantly to herself and, pulling her nightgown down so that it once again covered her thighs, she stalked angrily into the living room determined to get rid of whoever it was as quickly as possible. Champ was standing right in front of the door barking loudly, his head tossing angrily.