Killer 3

I caught the flicker of movement in my peripheral vision, looked up and around, focussing through the trees... I saw the dog, head down, nose to the ground, veering to the left and to the right, as he trotted towards me... unerringly tracing the scent that I had left behind when I returned to my makeshift campsite.

I knew the dog... and I knew the man who would be close behind the dog also... and he wasn't just any guy, out for a walk!

He was coming!
Coming for me!
They'd be here in less than a minute!
There was no time to grab anything!
I panicked, backing away from their approach and running towards the river, thinking I could circle away from them, it wouldn't be long until it was full dark... I could hide!
Or go back towards town... it would be safer there.

I didn't want to see him...
I didn't want to talk to him...
Bill Paxton was not my friend... he knew what I had done!... I'd never do it again... never!, I told myself, even as I remembered how it had made me feel.

I closed my eyes briefly, as I recalled the shocked expression on his face... how he'd looked at me, seeing his face change, seeing his desire, as naked as I had been... his hand coming towards me, seeking to touch me!
The sudden fear in my heart!

Not now!
Don't think about that now!
Think!, Rebecca!
Should I try to cross the river?... it was late Summer... the water was low... it might throw the dog off the scent!

I veered that way, through the tree's and brambles, slipping down the bank and into the deep pool that was at this point of the river... water, colder than it had any right to be, washed over my head. I'd swum in this river, only a few days ago!... it had been warmer then, much warmer!

I moved out from the shore, out into the flow... the opposite bank was over 50 yards away and I realised that I wasn't strong or brave enough to attempt a crossing, especially in the gathering dark. I turned back towards the shore that I had just left... the two of them moved into view... waiting for me, helping me out of the water.

I looked up at my "rescuer" defiantly and wiped the water from around my eye's and mouth. He'd walked me back to the camp site, the dog circling around the two of us.
Fine, I'd been caught! I was shivering, wet and cold, frightened too... what I had tried to avoid, was coming to pass.
I glared at him as he rummaged through my gear, handing me my own towel. I took it from him and tried to dry myself.


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That...
wasn't going to work!
Rebecca was soaked to the skin, her clothes were sopping wet. But I couldn't trust her to stick around while I went for the truck, she'd be gone again, as soon as I was out of sight. If I could have trusted her to stay put, I'd have gone for the truck and taken her home.
But we'd have to make do with what she had and what I had carried with me... we'd manage... I'd sort the rest out tomorrow.

First things first, stop the girl from getting hypothermia! It might have been Summer, but the days were getting shorter, hot day's and cold nights.
This wasn't going to go down well... I knew that. But it was the only way!
I said it as nicely as I could, but I expected she would resist.


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I'd tried to dry my hair, my face, patted at my wet clothes with the towel.
The water was cold, getting colder... still running down me. My shivering was getting worse as the breeze chilled me even further. Bill was standing beside me, watching my efforts.

"Take your clothes off, Rebecca!" he said quietly...

I froze as what he had said registered, but made no move to obey him... the shock of what he'd asked me to do took my breath away... I had hoped he wouldn't be like that... I'd hoped...
"Take 'em off!"

I was only seventeen!... I'd seen my first naked boy only four days ago... and now this man... he was about twice my age... wanted me to strip off for him! He knew... about me... but I wasn't going to make it easy for him!!
I wasn't that sort of a girl... I couldn't do that!

But Bill knew the truth...
I enjoyed bestialty!
I'd let his dog fuck me... and liked it.
I was a dirty girl!
I was a Bad Girl... and this man knew it.
...and now?... the truth was going to come back and bite me on the arse...
fuck me in the arse...

"Get... them... off!"
No!, I wouldn't!...
I shook my head at him... denying what he wanted me to do, saying no to what he would do, once my clothes were off.
With a chilling indifference to what I wanted, he started to strip me off. It was cold, impersonal... he just took hold of the jacket and pulled it over her head before I thought to cross my arms. He reached for the T-shirt... I hugged my arms tightly to myself to stop him, so he went for my shorts instead. They were tight! He couldn't just wrench them past my hips, so he picked me up and dumped me on my arse. Sat astride me and worked on unbuttoning it... I ineffectively tried to push his fingers away, gasping "No!, no!, no!..." I tried covering the button, tried pushing his hand's away, but he got it undone, yanked down the zip. He slid his hands further down my thighs and took hold of each side, alteratively tugging each side down... the shorts dragged my panties down too, they rolled down my bum and threatened to pull away from me at the front. I was forced to make a grab for them so Bill wouldn't strip them from me... he let me pull them up, but pulled the shorts off my flailing legs and tossed them aside. He pulled me up so I was standing again and then moved on to removing my T-shirt.

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Skin-tight, it peeled off her body, tanned skin, navel, ribs... the material stretching as it approached her breasts, tightening... I pulled harder and her breasts popped free... no bra!
She wasn't wearing a bra... I was shocked... I'd just assumed!...
I thought she would have had one on!... she was big, busty... they were bouncing around and I got an unexpected glimpse of them before Rebecca covered them up, turned away...
Now I knew!, I had always wondered what they would be like! I imagined stroking them with my hand, with my tongue, the feel of them, in my mouth...
Pretending they had no effect on me, I picked up the towel and draped it over her shoulders.
"Now dry yourself!", I ordered. I bent over and pulled the ground sheet out of the bag and laid in under the tree's, hopefully they would help keep the dew off us. The blankets, a tarp to keep the dew off and the heat in. I fashioned a makeshift bed, keeping my eyes off her as much as posible.
She started to dry herself, the towel was still on her shoulders, her butt wasn't covered... her panties were pulled up tight... wedged between her butt cheeks... I could see them flexing and moving as she shifted her weight. Smooth rounded things, still plumper than a mature woman's... that alluring look of teenage tightness... the remnants of chubby bunny fat! I looked away, couldn't help myself... looked back at them... the scratches had faded, they were unblemished... firm... tight... she had a beautiful bum!


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I was almost at the point of crying now... he just kept on traumatising me!
I'd been out here for several days! The bra had needed a wash! It would have been OK if he hadn't shown up! But now he was seeing me... all of me! I just wanted to be left alone!
I was alone!... with him, almost naked now... just him and me... no one would save me!...
I turned my back on him, topless, helpless, only my panties between him and me... and what good would they be at stopping him!?... none at all!

Not wanting to see him looking at me, I looked aound, into the distance instead... no lights, no houses, no place that I could seek refuge... the running part was finished.
I towelled myself down as best as I could, shivering with the cold and the fear, listening to the sounds from beind me. Watched by the dog in front of me.
The towel was taken from me and a blanket dropped onto my shoulders. It was big and warm and I clutched it to me, it covered more, it made me feel warmer... but it had come from his bed!. That was the last thing that I wanted to be thinking about... but soon... here on top of the dust and dirt, I would wind up with him, doing what he wanted.
Perhaps he wouldn't do that? Please, God!, let it be so!
But my interpretation of the noises from behind me told me my fears were real.
He was taking his clothes off too. His breathing deepened, there was rubbing sounds... his hands on his body... rubbing energetically, firmly, stimulating himself... getting himself ready for me, his prize.
I sniffed back my tears... my life was spiralling out of control... I didn't want this to happen... should I run off again?
Was there any point?
Too late!

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I could hear her teeth chattering from here!
I was shivering too!
We had to get warm!
I had to get her warm... and skin on skin contact was the best way to do it... I hoped she understood that.
I'd left the bed ready for us, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and tried to guide Rebecca down to it... she resisted, but I kept adding pressure until she begrugingly moved onto it and lay down. I pulled everything over us and then made the dog come and lie down next to her too. Pressing lightly against her body, sharing my warmth. Even the dogs body heat would help. She tried to crunch up smaller, as I pressed against her, trying to warm her cold skin up.
Instantly I started to get hard. She must have felt it because she flinched away from me as it started to press more firmly against her.
Oh!... down boy!... get down!
It didn't stop or go away..
That was going to be a problem!
It was going to be an awkward night!
I eased back from her, thinking about what she must feeling... thinking about me.
"Nothing will happen!... it's just to keep us warm", I told her, "Tomorrow I'll take you home!", I promised.
I tucked my hard-on back between my legs, it felt big and hard and uncomfortable... but at least it wasn't against her...


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He was warm... I'd been surprised to see that he still had his underwear on when he had taken hold of me... my imagination had conjured up nudity and all manner of things... his body was in contact with mine though, all along my back, one arm over me, but his hand was pressed onto the ground, on front of me. My eyes were flickering around as I thought about what would happen next... what would be next, Bec's?!
Hands?
Fingers?
Would he get hard??.
Would the first thing I felt be IT!, pressing between my legs, as he tuck it in me?... I squeezed them together, tightly.
He moved away slightly... the pressure lessened then returned, the thing starting to press against my bum wasn't imagination. I shrank away from that sinister skin on skin contact, even as he pulled away, slightly, too.
"Nothing will happen!... it's just to keep us warm", Mr Paxton said, "Tomorrow I'll take you home!"
Lies!
Even so... I wanted to believe him.
Let it so!
But going back... to Ben!, Mum and Dad! I didn't want that, either!

I tried to stay awake!
Waiting for him to make a move... eyes flaring wide each time he twitched... or muttered in his sleep... he kept one arm over me... I wasn't able to slip away.

Finally, I couldn't stave the need to sleep away any longer.


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My eyes snapped open.
I had to go... right now!
Trying not to disturb the other occupants, I slipped out of the covers, and moved quietly away from them.
I cocked my leg and pissed over a thistle, sighing in relief. I stretched and yawned, looking around. It would be dawn, soon... already the light was changing...
Bec's and the Boss showed no inclination to join me... Bec's eyes were open and on me as I turned back towards the makeshift den. She lifted the covers and I feasted my eyes on her as she invited me, back beside her body.
It stirred me... she'd let me tack her tail only a couple of days ago... a wonderful experience that compared favourably with the other bitch... the one from six months ago. Becs' strange, elongated, body... smooth and furless, hot and slippery... the way it... she... responded to me... the feelings she engendered inside me! I moved in close to her and she patted me... so nice!
I licked her in appreaciation... thanking her for her touch, right now... and for the sex, from a few days ago... she was such a nice bitch, not just pretendng to like you to for a few minutes... not just wanting a fast fuck before rejecting you.
Yes, Bec's genuinely liked me!
Ahhh! that patting felt so nice... so I licked her, to thank her, at the same pace as her hand stroked... slowly... again... and again... the taste of skin!, yet another small reward... she just kept on giving! Kept on putting out... maybe?
I smelt her scent, I felt her body, under my tongue...
Tasted more...
Maybe I could interest her?


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Whether by accident or design, the dog positioned his head by my crotch, perhaps he just wanted to smell me?
The presence of the dog had helped me to remain calm, during the night... he belonged to Bill... but, in a way... he was mine now, too.
I wanted to thank him, for his presence but I wasn't going to hug the dog's lower body... he'd probably squirt me in the face! So I started to pat his back instead...
He licked my panties... and the top of them rolled down my front... his tongue swirling over my skin, reigniting all those confused feelings that I'd had... afterwards... yes, I really had enjoyed it!... I didn't really plan to avoid Killer forever!, did I?... that was foolish! He had been good to me!
And what about Bill?...
I'd pressed myself against him as he slept... but only for his warmth!.
He warmed me up, when I had needed it.
His hand was resting just below my hip bone. His fingers were't on by bum, they were higher than that, not threatening me in any way... just as Bill had promised.
He'd respected me during the night!
I'd imagined being beaten... I'd imagined being raped...
But Bill hadn't been like that!
Wasn't like that!
Now... I kind of felt secure in his presence.
He warmed me!

Killer!
Stop that!
Panties... tongue! Under the top... then down the front... curling under... a touch!, soft, flicking me gently... ohhh!, Killer!
Wetness! dog spit! wetting me as I he tongued me... more wetness!, fluid... from my arousal!
Ohh... yeah!
Oh no!
No! Killer... dont!
but he didn't, wouldn't...
Stop!
I exhaled... short quiet pants as I tried to calm down... tongue flickng me... flicking... flicking...
I put my hand between the dog's muzzle and my spit moistened vagina, but he just continued to lick me, his big firm tongue slobbing over the top of my hand, his muzzle making my fingers press inwards sightly... my panties rubbing me, wet... they were getting wet!... I was getting wet.
When I tried to use my hand to move his muzzle away from me, his tongue rolled over the edges of my hand, tormenting me even more.
Mmmmmm... it felt warm!... not just the tongue either... warm! it was too warm in here!...
I was whimpering, drawn towards letting him continue, pressing away from the tongue that made me feel so good!
No!... please!
Killer! please!
I wasn't sure what I was trying to achieve! No!... yes!
Killer was sure though!
He didn't stop!
I didn't want him to stop...
Not ever!
I took my hand away...
Tongue on me... only the material of my panties seperating me from the feeling of the dog's tongue touching... really touching... me.
Drawn towards the sensation... moving away as the contact stopped... the tongue withdrew... started over again... tongue on my pussy!... removed... tongue!
Removed...
My body pushing towards his slippery tongue, then moving away...
Push towards it... move away
Push! towards it... move away...
Push!! towards it... move away...
Heat!!!... move away!
Slippery!... move away!
Tongue!... move away!
So good!... Move away!
Again!... move away!
Faster!!... move away!
Harder!!!... move away!
Oh!...
That's nice...
More! Killer... More!
Move away!

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When Rebecca had lifted the blackets that had been covering us, my eyes had flashed open, I was ready to restrain her, if necessary... but it wasn't.
The dog had gone for a piss, then returned to her side...

Her head returned to rest on my bicep, her hair flowing down to make contact with my shoulder, sliding between her back and my chest.
I was both pleased with myself ... and bitterly disappointed.
I'd kept my hands to myself... I'd thought about it... imagined it, wanted it.
But I'd had the willpower not to give in to my wants.
Fool!
I would return her, safe, unharmed by me, to her parents...
Fool!
I dare say, she'd be happy to see the last of me.
Fool!
I lay there, willing myself to be as still as a corpse... I was dead... inside.
She was soft, warm against me, everything had returned to stillness.
Not wanting to torment myself, I looked away from her... not long before dawn, I judged.
I was dead... and the dead can only hurt the living if the living let them.

She twitched! The smallest of movements... still, it disturbed my contemplation of the stars...
Another!
Again!
Was she dreaming again?
Her bum pressed backwards into me, a fracion of an inch... the first move she had made in my direction... No... an accident! I was dead!
A whisper!
"Killer!"
"Stop that!"
What? was going on? The sounds of a... tongue! The distinctive wet lapping sound
"Ohhh!, Killer!"
"Ohh... yeah!"
"No! Killer... dont!"
The sensation of movement, her panties being pulled at the front... the dog! She was letting the dog lick her out!
I could hear the retraction of the tongue as the dog took her taste back into his mouth... over and over, the sweet wetness of her body arousing him to do more... more! Killer took more from her, all that he wanted, he tongued her harder, faster, licking her body, her thighs, her pussy... she was exhaling in time with his tongue, her body responding to it, to him... starting to build up a rhythm, pressing harder against me.

I felt her enjoying the dog... she'd let him do it to her!
But not me, when I was the one who could love her properly!
The last hope in me died... I was dead... a corpse! I lay still as the girl enjoyed the dog... tormened by her callous disregard of my nearness!
Well, she had made her choice!
Just pretend it's not happening!
Rub, Rub, lick, lick... Mmmmmm! Yes, Killer! You're so good! Nnhh... Nnnh!
Don't cry, Bill, you pathetic pussy!
Don't let her see you cry!

She was whimpering, as she enjoyed what the dog was doing to her... I tried to close my ears to the sounds she was making... moaning, making little nasal grunts as she tried to keep the noises inside, her body reponding to him... she was using her fingers too... wanting it, willing it to happen, making it happen.

I couldn't shut my ears to it... she sounded so fucking sexy!, it sounded so erotic... so good for her!
"More!, please!"
She was begging the dog for it!
I wanted her so badly!, her body was pressing against me, she was rubbing herself against me, wanting... me... making love to me... wanting me... wanting my cock...
My cock!... was being rubbed, teased... pleased by her, it wanted to be inside her, pleasing her, I wanted to hear Rebecca saying my name! No!... no! don't lie to me!
My erection was pressing backwards, held back between my thighs... so hard, in my need for her, wanting her! I was trying to get it to quit... but it just wouldn't stop. It could feel itself being pumped by her increasingly frantic movements... she was humping it in her desire to have the dog fuck her! Humping it, wanting it, wanting to be fucked by Killer again! she'd drop her pants for the dog and fuck him while I watched!
BUT I WANTED TO BE THE ONE!

Oh Christ!
I had to leave here! I couldn't stand to watch her with him... watch him fucking her, watch her enjoying the dog...
I was envious of Killer!
I wanted it to be me!
I wanted to have sex with her!
But the only way that would happen was if I took it from her!
Take it!
Take her!
Take what you want, from her!
No!

I had to get away from this place before I did something I regretted. I was loosing control, wanting her too much!
GO!
GET AWAY FROM HERE, BILL!
JUST GET AWAY BEFORE IT'S TO LATE...
JUST...
I made to stand up and my cock slipped through the gap between my thighs... fully erect, spring-loaded with the tension of being facing backwards... it slapped between her legs, and I registered the feel of her as she pushed herself back against me again, against my erection
Her touch drove me over the edge...
TO LATE NOW!

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Oh!... I slipped a finger into myself... augmenting the dog's tongue with my own touch, stroking myself in time with the tongue as it passed over me. The little twitches giving way to more meaningful thrusts.

That's nice!...
My contact with Bill's was all along my body, from shoulder blade to toes... now his skin was sliding up and down mine, a full body caress of warmth... he was so warm!, it made me feel so warm too... especially around my bum! Ahhhh!... so nice! I thought as I focussed on that area, rubbing and pumping him!... More!
"More, please!"
More!....
Thats so good, Bill!
Your body... rubbing my bum!
The feel of his skin on mine! The slidding contact! The increasing pressure between us!, the intensity of what I was feeling now!...
The dog and my finger!,
faster!
faster!
faster!!... Rebecca!
I quickened my movements... but I was reaching a point where where tongue and finger would no longer satisfy my growing need... I needed more! I needed cock!COCK!... NOW!
And there it was!
It literally slapped against me!
Big and long and aready slipping between my legs!
Rubbing me from behind!
BILL!
Bill needed me!
Bill would fulfill my needs!
I needed him!
He was big and horny! But only thrusting gently... giving me time to chose...
Yes!
Yes, Bill!

I took my finger out of myself and reached down between us, ran my fingers under his undies, and pushed them down and away from his swollen erection. He sucked in his breath as I touched him, I gave it a stroke to test his hardness out, perfect! He felt just like the dog!, thin, long, ridged... my exploration of his meat continued.
I wanted him in me!


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TOO LATE!
She reached her hand over, between us, and touched me!
"I want you, Bill!" she said... I didn't belive her... I didn't trust myself to have heard her correctly... but her hand was doing things to me.
I should have stopped her!
But now she was feeling me... hand wrapped around me and stroking along my length, fingers exploring, arousing...
I waited for Rebecca to notice... to detect the... wrongness... about what she was holding.
Waited to hear her say "That doesn't feel right!" the "Oh my God!, what is wrong with your cock?"
Waited for her to throw away the blankets and look at what I wanted to get inside her.
The look of disgust, the shock, the "Ain't no way you're putting that thing in me! ... seeing what I had lost... and what remained.
Fuck Iraq!
Fuck the shrapnel wound!
Fuck my Ex-wife!...
And fuck Rebecca too, if she was going to be like that!

But she wasn't!
If she noticed, she didn't say anything!
And, in my desperation, I didn't tell her.
She lifted her body and guided me between her leg's, eased her panties to one side. I felt the dog tonguing us both, Killer's tongue was wrapping around me, touching me, touching Becky, a warm, welcoming stroke that guided me closer... warm... warm! then warmer! as I entered her.
Rebecca moved me along, and into herself. She experimentally thrust and withdrew... taking more of me inside, each time... I was hoping I was up to the task... I'd been praying... begging for a chance to do this... but now?
I didn't know if I was up for it.
I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on her breast, the other coming around and displacing the hand that that she had used to guide me... stroking her clitorus, in time with my tentative thrusts.
It was so good!
I met her demands... she wanted more inside... she wanted me to push deeper... she sped up... faster, harder!
Both our bodies lusting for fulfillment... the dog licking us both...
Harder!.
Harder...
Harder!...
Surely that must be hurting her?
Harder...
harder...

She was so good!
Soft and warm and so, so fuckable!
She was a demanding little girl! She knew exactly what she wanted and told me exactly what she needed... no need to guess with Becky!
So good...

"Fuck me!"
"Fuck me!"
"Harder,"
"Deeper"

I felt my orgasm coming!
The tiny little flexes of your cock that signals the approach of your orgasm...
I wouldn't outlast her, the way she was fucking me... the way we were both going at it!!...
I tried to think of something else... something unpleasant... something to distract myself from the vigourous woman riding me to exhaustion...
Becky... doggy style... no!
Becky... doggy style... with the dog... no!
I added myself to the picture... my cock flexed again... No!
Becky... Cow girl... NO!
Becky... Oh for fuck's sake... stop that!
I didn't want to finish before she did...
I didn't want to disappoint Rebecca...
I didn't want to disappoint myself with failing to please her.
I...

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Oh God!
Oh God!
Oh God!
He was just like a dog!
He was fucking me, just like a dog!...
and, in some ways, he was even better!

He kept on pumping away at me!, both of us sharing the task!
Well OK... he was doing most of the work... sweating and grunting softly... I could tell he was enjoying me... and that made me feel so good about myself... so... worthy... I liked that he... liked... what we were doing... and that made it so much easier to enjoy.

It took me less than half the effort to achieve an even better sensation... allowing me to focus on how... that wonderful cock, so similar to what I had experienced already, made me feel!
It made me feel good!
So fucking good!
Fuck me!
Fuck me!
Fuck me!
Harder,
Deeper
Deeper,
More!
Oh!
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GOD!
I'm coming!
He's coming to!
Yeah!
Pump my pussy!
Pump it, Bill!
He slammed it fully inside and held it there... I could feel him flexing, flexing, I was wet with him, wet with the dog..!
I could feel it in me...
Loved it...
Loved him!


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I withdrew from Becky... the dog was licking us clean, we both shivered under the touch of his tongue... both of us so sensitized that our orgasms were prolonged as Killer tormented us... twitching and moaning.

Finally, he was done, we were both scrupulously clean...
my excess come licked away... Becky too...
Lying in each others arms, watching the sun come up...

I wished we could have stayed like that, forever!...
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