"Quiet Champ," she said, letting some of her anger spill over onto the dog. She got a tight hold on the dog's collar with one hand and held him back as she opened the door a crack to see out. Champ's barking and growling grew even louder, and he made several lunges toward the partly opened door Patty peered out to see what it was that was so upsetting the dog.
It was Hank Jones!
"Oh," Patty said pulling tile top of her nightgown tighter around her throat. "It's you."
"Yeah, it's me," he said, looking nervously down at the snarling dog. "How's about letting me in?"
"My mom's not here," Patty said expecting the matter to end there.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Hank answered, "She asked me if I could fix the bathroom sink, an' I thought I'd surprise her with it when she came back." He held up a leather bag that clinked heavily like there were tools inside.
"Well… I don't know," Patty said hesitantly, even though her hand was already reaching for the hook on the screen door. Champ became even more excited and, in his struggles to lunge forward toward the cringing Hank, Patty was pulled off-balance and the neck of her nightgown opened even further permitting one of her ripely budding young breasts to leap free. She blushed, feeling Hank's hot stare on her accidentally exposed loveliness. It made her angry and perversely she directed her anger at the faithful dog.
"Would you shut up?" she yelled and Champ momentarily quieted. "Just a minute," she said to Hank and closed the front door in his face. She then dragged the protesting animal toward the small utility porch at the back of the house.
"Now get in there," she commanded, "and let's not have any more trouble from you." She moved Champ inside, quickly shut the door after him, and looked through the small glass window in the upper part of the door, feeling guilty as she saw the betrayed expression in his eyes. She walked quickly back to the front door and opened it, half hoping Hank would have gone away in the meantime, but he hadn't.
"Okay," she said grudgingly, for she really disliked the man, "come on in, but stay away from the back porch." She stepped wide out of the big man's path as he strode boldly in, grinning now that the dog was out of the way. He looked like he was going to say something to her, but she turned her back on him and went toward her bedroom, once again holding her nightgown tightly around her. She turned inside her own doorway and saw that he was still staring after her.
"I thought you were going to fix the sink," she said pointedly. A flush started to mount his face, and it looked like he was going to reply angrily, but his jaw muscles clamped tight and, spinning on his heel, he strode wordlessly off towards her mother's bedroom and the bathroom beyond.
The suspicious young girl stood by her door for a few minutes until she heard the clink of tools coming from the other side of the house. Satisfied, she partly closed her door and went toward her closet. She instinctively felt it would be much more sensible to have on less revealing clothes than this practically sheer piece of gauze she was wearing. She stripped the nightgown from her with one easy movement and tossed it carelessly on the bed, her enchantingly curved young body reacting with delight to the soft feel of the morning air on its nakedly pearly surface. As she rummaged through the closet searching for a light summer dress, she could not help staring at herself in the full-length mirror, admiring the ripe sensual curves of her body.
She was much fuller, much more rounded, like a full-grown woman but with the firm unsagging flesh of youth. Her skin was supple and shone like porcelain, completely without blemish. She became so enraptured with her own reflection in the mirror that she didn't notice a shadow move across the gap of the partially opened door.
Hank Jones moved slowly and quietly as he peered in and stared at the nakedly beautiful figure of the young girl who was his prey. His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his trousers becoming bigger and bigger until in a matter of seconds it had reached full erectness. He let his hand go down to feel the stiff pulsing rod as it jerked against the material. Slow down, he gloated silently to himself… wait a few minutes and you'll have everything you want; Christ, the hot little bitch will be begging you for it. The thought of his eagerly throbbing cock buried inside her tight teenage pussy made it almost impossible to control himself, but he tried to concentrate on just watching her naked movements.
He gazed at her beautifully rounded ass-cheeks as she bent over to open a drawer. She had full firm buttocks which were very slender at the start under a slim waist and then billowed out and rounded into smooth perfect thighs. Her rear view looked deep and enticing for there was a warm looking dark cleavage between her fleshy buttocks which opened slightly as she bent forward and revealed the darker point of her tiny anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she moved; they seemed to flow in a sensually continuous motion.
She straightened and turned a little. What a lust-inciting profile! Her breasts were proud, high and full – white mounds of firmly ripe flesh above a belly flat as a board. He could now make out the pouting pink lips of the soft flesh over her vagina. His penis jerked in a lewd eagerness as he watched with lust-filled eyes. God, she was the most fuckable female he'd seen in years – better even than that drunken mother of hers. The delicately strong features reminded him of the first young girl he fucked years ago, and now he would have her again… only this one was fourteen or fifteen, not a screaming twelve year old. And he was fairly certain that he would be the first man to plant a cock in this one.
He unzipped the fly of his pants and pulled out his stiff throbbing penis and began to stroke it. He could hardly make up his mind. Should he rush in and take her right there, on the floor? Or wait a little and savor the anticipation? He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. He began to reflect on the scene he had witnessed last night between her and the German shepherd.
A Goddamned dog! And she thought she was too good for him, Hank Jones!
Well, he would have her no matter what she thought. He could just picture the look on her face as he came toward her – the fear, the horror and the utter uselessness of her struggle against him and his big hard cock. He would hold her down unmercifully, let his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead her proud young breasts until she screamed out in joy and pain. And finally, finally, with her begging him to fuck her, he would push his long thick shaft up into the furthest depths of her belly and screw her until she couldn't walk for a week.
You snotty little bitch, he thought to himself. Well, you won't think you're such hot stuff when I'm through with you. You won't be too good for old Hank Jones. You won't be too proud for anybody, and then we'll see whether or not you want to go back to fucking that dog. The big man couldn't wait any longer. He pressed his penis back into his trousers and, noiselessly opening the door all the way, he slipped inside the young girl's bedroom.
Patty had just taken her dress from a hanger and was going to slip it over her head. She decided she wouldn't bother with any underwear because as soon as Hank was gone, she was going to strip naked again, and she and Champ would start where they had left off. Suddenly without fully realizing why, she froze. She had a feeling someone was watching her. She was afraid to do it, but she turned slowly. Then she saw Hank standing there. She wanted to scream, but it stuck in her throat, and only a hoarse gasp came out.
"Hi, Patty," Hank laughed with an unmistakable gleam in his small beady eyes, "fancy meeting you here."
The frightened teenager used her dress in a futile effort to cover her nakedness, but Hank stepped quickly forward and tore it from her hands leaving her ripe young body completely exposed again. He leered at her, his eyes devouring every part of her nakedly trembling flesh. Her eyes were wide with fright and it was a moment before she could think clearly.