Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER ONE

"Will that be everythin', ma'am?"

"Hm?"

Linda Albright stood on the porch of her aunt's ranchhouse, staring at the reddening sun as it dropped slowly behind the mountains. The air was so clear here in the high desert. The sky so much bluer than in L.A., the landscape far more dramatic. Why couldn't she enjoy it? Why couldn't she simply lay back, run the ranch and enjoy the wild beauty of this countryside instead of thinking of that awful itchy heat concentrating in the furry bundle between her legs? She sighed, closing her eyes, feeling her strength being sapped away.

"I asked, if you want somethin' else."

Linda opened her eyes and pushed away from the wooden porch support she'd been resting against.

"No, no, Hank. That's enough for today. Tell the boys thanks for everything… for helping me out," Linda said, smiling at the tall dark-haired hand shuffling his feet in front of her with hat in hand.

It had been difficult at first, taking a leave of absence from her teaching job in Glendale to come out here and help her aunt after Uncle Jim had died. The ranch was so big, so complicated. Thank God they had a competent foreman and six good hands to do the actual work. It had been a slow, painful learning process for Linda. But being an intelligent young woman of twenty-four, she finally managed to learn some of the ropes of the game. And after the first month Linda began actually to enjoy living out here, working with the men, learning about the cattle business with all its problems and rewards. There were times when she even thought of leaving her teaching job altogether in Glendale and setting up shop here outside of Riverside.

But then she thought of the isolation here, of the temptations! All those men, all wanting to fuck her. Yes, they wanted her up against them, letting them squeeze their pricks through her cuntmeat. Linda read their eyes, could feel what they were thinking as she passed them by in her tight-fitting Levi's. They wanted her, but were afraid to do anything because she was the boss, the owner. That alone saved her from the crude remarks she was so used to getting back in Los Angeles. There were the off-color remarks, the groping in public busses, even obscene phone calls now and then in the middle of the night from men too cowardly to face her, telling her how they wanted to put their mouths on her pussy and suck her cunt until she went crazy. How she hated all that, wanted them to leave her alone.

And yet there was another part of her that relished all the attention, riveted her ear to the phone, made her nipples stand up and itch like mad when she felt those fingers sliding over her asscheeks in the bus. Her mother had done her job well, frightening Linda out of her wits at an early age about men… and especially about fucking. But some part of her had escaped those dreary moral lectures. Some part of her was waiting for the right moment to assert itself, to demand to be satisfied no matter what. Linda shivered, rubbing her upper arms with her finger tips. Hank was still standing in front of her, looking a little uneasy. Linda frowned, wiping her sweaty palms on her dress.

"Is something wrong?"

They had just repaired the fencing on the north property. Linda wasn't sure the ranch could stand another major repair bill until the cattle selling began next month.

"Uh… no, ma'am, it's just that… well… there's a dance… kinda a dance, guess, over in town this Thursday. It's lots of fun – all the folks gettin' together and havin' a good, clean time. And… and I thought you might be interested in goin'… with me."

Hank was her foreman, and a damned good one at that. He had a way with the men as well as with the cattle and horses that amazed her. She had thought of him as a valuable employee – and nothing more than that. Now, as he stood there with the sun setting behind him, Linda saw him in a new light. She ran her gaze over his broad shoulders, his powerful chest, that handsome, tanned face, then down to his crotch. It was too dark to see anything. But, to her embarrassment, Linda realized she was wondering about his cock. Was his prick long, short, thick, skinny? Except in books she'd managed to sneak into the house, the woman had never seen a man's prick.

"Ma'am?"

"Uh… well, I'm not sure," she said, finding herself a little confused at the thought. What would it be like to be in a man's arms – this man's arms? She had all those erotic fantasies, those terrible, wonderful dreams of men holding and touching her. But in these dreams men never had faces, never seemed to materialize completely. Here was someone very real indeed boldly asking for a date. "I… I think I'd enjoy going, though. It sounds like fun."

Hank smiled, nodding his head rapidly. "Sounds good, ma'am. I'll be around here at seven, then, pick you up."

"Sounds good, Hank. Good night," she said, feeling herself growing a little breathless. Again she found her gaze sweeping over his body, settling on the spot between his legs where his prick was. A rush of chilly heat raced through Linda's cunt. Damn, what was she doing? Was she throwing herself right into the lion's den by accepting that date? Of course she could always break it. This was Tuesday evening. The dance was at least two days away.

"Good night, ma'am."

Linda sighed once more, turned, and went back into the empty house. Just one week ago her aunt had had a mild stroke – nothing serious, but bad enough to require her to be hospitalized for at least several weeks. That had left Linda alone to run the business, having to extend her leave of absence, and making her feel terribly alone and vulnerable. The men had been wonderful in helping her out. But still she felt as if her world here were about to explode at any second. And the explosion wasn't only her worry about her business sense. Aunt Jane had been her walls of protection against herself, that other self twisting and screaming inside her, trying to escape and take over. With the older woman gone there was nothing external to prevent her from… doing what?

She closed and locked the front door behind her, leaning against the molding with her eyes cinched shut. Perhaps she should call her younger sister Janice to come up for a visit. The girl was such a wild one, running with boys all over town. At twenty the girl was a sophomore at Cal State Los Angeles, still giving her mother gray hairs with her wild escapades. What was done to Linda in sexual repression somehow had no bearing on her sister. Yes, she'd call Janice up tomorrow. The girl was on spring break. She was sure her sister would enjoy coming out here and going riding.

Besides, Janice would be the company she needed right now in the house until she could get a better grip on herself. Right now things were so foggy, so… so confused!

"What!" Linda jumped nearly out of her skin when she felt something cold and very wet brushing up against her leg.

At first the woman thought it was a trick of her imagination. But, peering down, she saw the big black and gray-body of Chad, the three-year-old German Shepherd her aunt had purchased just before Linda's arrival for protection. Linda shivered, drawing her hands up and pressing her fingers against the base of her throat. She had never liked the animal. He seemed too independent, almost threatening whenever she was around. Aunt Jane had difficulty controlling him and often spoke of getting rid of the animal when she had more time. Perhaps Linda wouldn't be going out of the way in helping her aunt sell the beast… or sending him off to the pound. Did they have a dog pound here? She was sure they did. In any case, he wasn't going to spend the night here with her. There was something awful in the way he was staring at her now, pushing his shoulders against her legs, panting against her knees.

"No, you ate already. I fed you earlier," Linda said as the dog whined through his nostrils, nosing her behind the knees.

Linda gasped, her eyes widening. Why was that touch doing such strange things to her cunt? It was crazy, insane for her to be feeling arousal at this point. But that was all she could call it. Arousal! She had felt it once or twice, especially the night when Greig Hansen had tried to fuck her! Yes, the one time, the very first and only time a man had almost gotten to her, had almost fucked his cock into her pussy. It had taken all her strength to push him away. Since then no one had even tried. Linda thought of that and suddenly felt terribly empty and a little sick. Had she thrown her life away so far? Was she turning into a cynical old maid?

"No, Chad!" she snapped, slapping at the dog.

He was mouthing her ankles now. This was going far too far!

"Out you go," she said, turning around and opening the front door once more. A gentle cool breeze came from the north, stirring her long blonde hair. The animal paused at the doorway, twisting his proud head around and looked up at the woman. Linda stiffened. There was a kind of near-human intelligence in those dark-brown eyes, an intelligence that made her flesh crawl. "I said go out."

Chad whined some more, then barked, backing into the living room. Linda stared wide-eyed at the animal. He wasn't obeying her. He wasn't obeying her at all! Usually she and her aunt had some difficulty in making the dog obey. But in the end they had their way. Now Chad was deliberately disobeying her, denying her as it were!

"Chad!"

He stretched his forepaws in front of her, assuming that wolflike proud manner that had made Linda so nervous in the first place. She felt something like fear begin to rise in her throat. She could always call back Hank. Linda was certain he or some of the others were still around. They usually stayed around the bunkhouse some hundred yards down the dirt road. They would hear her cries and would come running.

"Ohhhh…"

But she would feel so silly, unable to control her own dog! She would never live it down.

"No!"

Chad was swarming around her ankles, sniffing her, mouthing her legs, panting heavily against her flesh. It was so strangely good, feeling that touch, that warm, wet, silky touch of his tongue! Linda closed the door, relocking it. No, she wasn't going to call Hank for help. She stood there, hand on the doorknob, unsure of what was going to happen next. Perhaps it was only this light tickling tonguing! She liked it… she…

"No!"

Linda knew why she liked it! She knew why she wanted that dog around her. The excitement racing through her cunt had reached a fever pitch now. The animal was actually exciting her, arousing her the way Greig Hansen had done that night in the back seat of his Ford. But this was different, far different. This was an animal, a dog touching her, licking her, making her pussy feel so warm and wet and tight. She felt her cunt swelling, felt those fat pussy-lips folding over one another while her cunt walls fluttered with anticipation.

"No…"

She slapped downward, trying to get the dog away from her. But Chad ducked back, whimpering through those black nostrils again. Linda felt she had to get away, up to her room perhaps, away from the pursuing animal.

"Get… get away from me, Chad!"

She ran through the room, her mind racing a thousand miles an hour. The animal followed, making a growling noise in his throat. Again he nosed between Linda's legs as she reached the stairs. Closing her eyes, she rested against the banister, her fingers tightening around the smooth polished handrail. If her aunt and mother could see her now! If they could see her standing there, aroused by a German Shepherd, fighting down sexual excitement because a dog was sticking his snout up her… it was too disgusting for thought!

"No!"

Bending one knee, Linda kicked out at the animal, her sandal flying off her foot. Again Chad ducked, barking as the shoe flew past him. She watched breathlessly, watched his pointed ears pricking forward, watched his head tilting upward. He was smelling something. He was smelling her! She could tell it! He was smelling her aroused pussy, sniffing the musky odor flowing from her cunt. That awful muted growling noise came from his throat again. He was looking at her as a possible… a possible mate!

"Oh my God!" she gasped.

Her mind whirled about in horror. A mate! She would have rather died than let something like this happen! She would pitch herself out the window before letting that damned dog touch her!

"Damn you!" she spat.

Turning around, Linda raced up the stairs, feeling the sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another and her rising pink lump of clit-flesh. Reaching the top, the frantic woman turned around and saw Chad pause for a moment at the foot of the stairs. Then, with a loud bark, he raced up, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. No, no, this was awful, too sick for words! She heard the scratchy thudding of his paws as he reached the first landing, turned, then began racing up the remainder of the stairs toward her.

"Oh God!"

Backing away, the woman stumbled over a rip in the rug, regained her balance, then turned and began racing once more for her room.

"No!"

The dog was faster, reaching her before she had a chance to get near the opened bedroom door. In a moment she felt him threading his way between her legs once more, preventing her from moving forward. She stopped, covering her eyes with her hands, feeling her knees buckling once more as the German Shepherd licked her all over. He was touching her behind each knee, wetting her with that wonderful slick tongue.

"This can't be happening… it just can't be!" Linda whispered.

Biting down on her lower lip, she fought for control of her mind.

"I'm losing my mind. I'm going crazy if… if I let this go on," she whispered, hoping the sound of her own voice would somehow lend her some courage, some strength to escape from the animal.

But nothing happened along those lines. Instead she stood there in the darkened hallway, listening to the sounds of her own labored breathing, the sounds of the dog's tongue smacking against her flesh. For a moment Linda thought this must be a dream, another one of her vaguely erotic dreams that made her shiver so when she awoke to find herself alone in bed.

But the touch of Chad's mouth, the bristly brush of his snout over her ankles told her otherwise. This was all too true, all too vivid! The big black and gray German Shepherd was there next to her, petting her with his tongue, knowing full well what he was doing. Linda stretched out one hand for balance, feeling herself pitching and reeling from side to side.

"No, no…"

She was back against the wall, her shoulder blades pressing against a picture of a man and a horse, one of those silly things her aunt had purchased at a swap meet years ago. The frame rattled against the plaster as Linda fought with herself and the animal now crouched between her white shivering legs. Wonderful jolts of heat sliced into her clit, making that tiny nub quiver with delight. And what was making her so aroused? Again the thought of having an animal licking her, touching her like that made Linda groan. It was wrong, horribly, terribly wrong.

And yet how could she stop him and, more importantly, stop herself? Chad's nose was shoving up higher and higher, moving the hem of her skirt up. And in a moment his nose was pushing hotly up against her panties, shoving the nylon up against her crotch. The sensation, that wonderful feeling of the wet soppy nylon crotch panel being pushed into her pussy by the dog's nose drove her wild. Panting, gasping, the frantic blonde felt the nylon rubbing sensually over her puffy cunt-lips.

"Chad… ohhhhh!"

Why couldn't she get away? Why couldn't she find the strength and courage to kick the animal out from between her legs and rush to her room? The door was only ten feet away. Surely she could make it in, slam and lock the door behind her to keep Chad out.

"No, oh I can't… I just can't."

It was becoming hard for Linda to breathe. She was wheezing and panting almost as hard as the dog. Linda reached out and grasped frantically at a light fixture mounted to one side of the picture rattling behind her. The world was coming to an end for her! The dog butted his head up against her thighs, forcing them farther apart so he could lick her cunt more easily.

"Oh, ohhh…"

Linda rolled her head against the wall, closing her eyes, feeling hot tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. Wrong, wrong, so very wrong! She could feel his tongue licking over her buttocks now. In a moment Linda felt the silken material of her panties quickly soak through with doggie spit, making it so much easier for her to feel the roughness of the animal's tongue against her pussy.

"Horrible… horrible," she gasped, opening her eyes and peering down at the animal.

She could smell herself now, actually smell her arousal. That was what was making Chad so crazy, so determined to hold her there and lick. He liked that, liked that smell, the taste of her fuck juice as it oozed from her fuck pit and soaked down her panties. He was an animal, a lusting animal aroused by her smell. And how she hated him! How she absolutely hated him for doing this awful thing to her! What would her aunt say if she were to find out this sort of thing went on under her roof?

But who would tell? The dog? Linda choked out a laugh, ending it in a groan as Chad began to get more insistent about his licking. Oh, where would this all end?