"God," Liz said, smiling sweetly, her voice drugged with momentary satiation, "I came but you haven't yet, lover."
"I will," he breathed hard. "Another fuck like that and I'll burst my balls." The ache of his testicles throbbed hotly.
"Roll over, and I'll suck your cock instead. Would you like that?"
"Yes… oh, yes!" He pulled back, sliding both his finger and his hardened cock out of her anus and pussy. He hated to, for he was so near to shooting his load of white, hot sperm up into her belly that he didn't want to stop, but he had to let her have her way. He rolled on his back, thin trails of their sexual secretions following his rigid shaft across her lower thigh, and then he lay tense and expecting, his blood-swollen penis pointing straight up toward the ceiling. As Liz Clark climbed up on her all-fours and bent her head over his cock and balls, her tongue moistening lips which were wide and trembling, Rodney knew that this was going to be an afternoon he would not soon forget.
Thirty minutes later, Liz was saying goodbye to Rodney at the door. He had made her feel like a woman again and she loved him for it. She trembled when she kissed him.
"Please don't stay away, Rodney," she purred. "You can come and interview me anytime. Just give me a call."
Rodney, feeling guilty enough to die, gave her a shy squeeze and a warm kiss, and walked out into the street, looking around to see if he had been observed with Liz at the door. Liz shut the door and smiled. She felt absolutely wonderful, having enjoyed the embrace of a man for the first time in so very long.
Then she turned back to the guest bedroom where she could hear Tanya trying to open the door. Her timing had been impeccable, Liz thought. While Tanya was being cock-hammered in the guest bedroom, Liz was being thoroughly loved in the master bedroom by Tanya's young and na•ve husband. Smiling a bit perversely, she opened the door.
Tanya looked startled and then ran for the bathroom. "Sorry, I took a wrong turn."
"How did you hold it for so long, Tanya?"
"I just couldn't open the door," the girl said, whipping up her dress and sitting on the toilet. "Excuse me, but I couldn't wait any longer."
Liz spoke from the open doorway. "Neither could Rodney." She smiled knowingly while Tanya's urine splashed into the bowl below her. "I told him you'd gone for a walk. He would have been shocked to know about you in the bedroom having sex with Bruno, Lobo's son."
Tanya froze, her eyes opening wide. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Liz laughed. "I know what I saw, Tanya, and I'm sure if we go in there now we'll find one huge puddle of dog sperm on my expensive satin sheets. How much you want to bet? And how'd you get the buttons torn off your blouse?"
Tanya covered her face with her hands. "Oh, my God, I'm so ashamed! I don't know what came over me." She began to cry. "I turned in there and he was there and I was afraid. I couldn't stop him."
"You couldn't stop him so you went right along with it." Liz helped the other girl to her feet. "Don't worry, darling. I won't tell a soul. Rodney's been neglecting you, working on this story, and my dogs are good substitutes for an absentee husband. Not as good as a really good man, like Mark Denning or Rodney or even Clete Anderson, but cleaner and better and sweeter smelling than most."
Liz led Tanya into the living room and gave her a gin and tonic from the same bottle she had poured from for Rodney.
"It looked to me like you knew exactly what you were doing when you turned around and presented him with you round little ass. Tell me, Tanya, was that your first time with a dog? You looked like you'd had prior experience."
Tanya dried her eyes and raised her chin defiantly. "All right, Liz, I'll confess. Another dog, Lobo came to me at the Mitchell house a few weeks ago. And to tell you the total truth, I loved it."
Liz sat looking at the young woman, an idea germinating in her mind. There was a way to get revenge on the town for the terrible way they were treating her. She knew that women weren't being raped by Lobo's pack of young dogs. They were mainly concerned with living, and she was certain that Lobo hadn't killed Johnny Canning. But things could change, she thought, considering the impressionable nature of Dusty, Sam, and Bruno. They could be trained, specially trained, to wreak revenge on the self-righteous and malicious citizens of Pickford's Meadows.
"Tanya," Liz said slowly. "I don't think you want Rodney to find out about what you did with Bruno and Lobo, do you?"
The younger girl shook her head vehemently. "Never, never, ever."
"Then I want your help in teaching my darlings a few new tricks. I think you like them, so you won't mind some more fun and games, if I promise to keep Rodney in the dark about all this."
CHAPTER TWO
"What I'd like to know, Clete," said Mark Denning pounding his fist on the wooden surface before him, "is why you haven't found hide nor hair of that damn dog Lobo."
The burly, black chief of police regarded the councillor across the imposing expanse of Mark's desk. It was strange how the white man's complacency about the wild dog pack had melted away in the last week and the councillor, slated to be the next state senator, was pushing to raise the reward on the dog pack leader's head to fifty thousand. That was fine with Clete, for he fully intended to be the one to bag that dog's hide and use the money to buy him and his young bride Nancy a new home and life here in Pickford's Meadows.
Nancy! She didn't deserve it, but a black man doesn't easily gain the affections of a beautiful white girl all that often, so he stayed with her, reserving her well-deserved beating for the future. Yes, Clete knew that she had fucked Mark Denning in his car out by the quarry, but ample revenge had been sought and obtained in drugging and possessing DesirЋe, the councillor's young bride of just a month, in an orgy arranged by Priscilla Devereaux. It had been the fulfilment of an obsessive dream that Clete had held ever since he had first laid eyes on the young, blonde choir girl. He knew now that he was hopelessly in love with DesirЋe Denning and he had every intention of having her again, even after his marriage to Nancy. And again. And again.
And he had the means to force her to submit to him, for the animalistic encounter had been filmed by Priscilla, and through a piece of hilarious subterfuge, Clete had obtained the video tape and the pictures from that evil young woman. He was sure that the devious bitch Priscilla intended to use the materials to manipulate and destroy DesirЋe with the purpose of wrenching Mark Denning out of his happy marriage to bring him back to her, but the police chief was not sure that that would serve his own purposes at the present time. He was certain that forcing DesirЋe into a sexual affair with himself would eventually destroy her marriage and her relationship with her husband, as it would wreck his own with Nancy, his wife-to-be. But Priscilla was bound and determined to rush into her nefarious plan and Clete needed more time to carry out his own in a way that would bind the girl to him, both sexually and emotionally. He had the seed of a plan, but he couldn't have Priscilla rushing things, for she had a different agenda from his. And, in good time, she could have Mark Denning for herself.
Clete often asked himself why he should want to marry Nancy Pace, young and beautiful though she was, when he was really in love with the angelic DesirЋe, but he knew that he needed Nancy, more than for just her body but also the respectability of being a member of a well-respected, if slightly less than fabulously rich, family. When she finally gave birth, he would be the husband and father of Paces and his standing in the community would be assured. Which meant that his planned affair with DesirЋe Denning would have to be conducted with discretion.