Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER THREE

"So what about it? Is this place a stud farm or isn't it?"

"Janice!"

Linda sat at the other end of the kitchen table, a glass of juice in her hand. The question had caught Linda off-guard. Janice was sitting opposite her, sipping her coffee nonchalantly, staring at her with those blue eyes.

"Well, I've heard all those stories about the men who work on the ranches… you know," she said confidentially, setting down her coffee and leaning forward with a wicked smile on her lips. "And I thought… well, that my sister was being cared for, especially since Aunt Jane's out of the way for a while."

Linda nearly blanched. It was all she could do to keep from giving away her terrible secret. That night Chad had attacked her she had phoned her sister, nearly begging her to come up. Janice had arrived late Wednesday night, the two of them chatting quickly until fatigue and guilt forced Linda to call time until Thursday morning. Now Janice was sitting opposite her, leering at her, making jokes while she felt her life crumbling. And this was the night Hank the foreman was supposed to take her out to the dance!

"Well, you can put all those stories out of your head, Janice," Linda said stiffly, setting down her juice glass on the plate with a clatter. "Nothing's happened here, and nothing's going to happen. I was just feeling very lonely and… oh, I don't know," Linda said impatiently, waving one hand in front of her face.

"I can understand how you might feel lonely up here, Linda, but with all those handsome studs out there… someone like me would… well, have a good time and run the ranch," Janice said, narrowing her eyes and broadening her smile.

Linda sighed, feeling somehow less a woman than her sister. She had always felt that way. Janice had always had the men, had had the dates while she sat at home and felt her pussy tighten and burn.

"Have you… fooled around any?" Janice asked after a moment or two of silence had passed.

"No," Linda said firmly, somehow feeling a little ashamed of herself. "But I've got a date tonight with the foreman. A dance in town and…"

She couldn't finish the sentence. What was she doing going out with Hank? Was she going to let him try something? Was this her first go at a… a fuck? Just thinking about the possibility made her a little short of breath. Linda picked up the juice glass again and took another sip, feeling her sister's mocking smile.

"Well, not bad. The foreman yet. Nothing like starting at the top."

Linda shivered, studying her sister for a moment.

"Don't you have any hang-ups? I mean, when you go out on a date, do you…" Linda couldn't finish the sentence, feeling her face blush furiously.

"This is the day of women's liberation," Janice said simply, shrugging and sipping her coffee once more. "If a man wants me and I want him, why should I stop what's so natural?"

"But morals… don't they mean anything to you?" Linda asked, feeling her flesh crawling with excitement, her nipples stiffening, scratching against the stiff material of her bra. Her sister's arguments were making her more and more aroused, excited at the thought of going out with Hank tonight.

"The problem's that you're just too uptight about men, Linda. You've always been that way. Of course, mama had a better crack at you than me. I think she just threw up her hands and left me for the devil," Janice said, running the rim of the coffee cup back and forth over her lips. "Well, that consignment hasn't been all that bad, let me tell you."

Linda wanted to ask her sister so many questions about men. She was sure Janice could tell her much. Of course, she was one up on her sister. There was the other night, the night when she had let that German Shepherd crawl on top of her and lick her pussy into orgasm. She was certain Janice had never thought about that, let alone done it. But that was something Linda wasn't about to confess to anyone, let alone Janice!

"I just don't think doing things with men is all that important," Linda said a little gloomily, getting up and starting to collect the breakfast dishes.

"That's your problem, Linda. But if that foreman were to take me out and if I liked him, I think I could fuck with him all night."

"Janice!"

"Darling, if your precious virginity means more to you than being happy… you are still a virgin, right?"

Linda nodded her head up and down.

"Well, then, if keeping your cherry means more to you than having a man's dick, I feel a little sorry for you. You don't know how good it is to…"

"Stop it!" Linda shouted at Janice, her fingers trembling and threatening to let go of the breakfast dishes. She wasn't used to this kind of talk, this kind of horrible banter about men and cocks and sex.

"Don't you worry, Linda. I won't mention it again," Janice sniffed, a little miffed at her sister's sudden outburst.

"Don't… don't you have any hang-ups at all?" Linda asked bitterly, dumping the dirty dishes in the sink and turning to face her sister.

"Few," Janice said, getting up from the table and stretching her arms over her head. She was still dressed in a silky blue robe. It began to open as she moved her body from side to side, revealing the inner curves of her full, big, high-riding tits. Linda sucked in her lower lip and bit down.

"The men… they can see you through the back window," Linda whispered.

"Let them. I'm available," the brunette said wickedly, winking at her sister, then sashaying out of the kitchen.

It had been a mistake inviting Janice up here. Linda could see that already. She had forgotten what a slut the girl could be when she wanted. Linda had wanted comfort, some companionship. And instead she had managed to land another problem. Well, why not? This seemed to be the year for problems, for trials. Taking one dish at a time, Linda began rinsing off the unused food, thinking about Hank, about what was going to happen later that evening when he took her to the dance in town.

Several hours passed. Janice, in respect to her sister, had kept her profile low, wearing the most modest of dresses around the house and doing her best not to entice the farmhands. Even though she taunted her sister with all sorts of smart remarks, Janice really loved her sister, admiring her for trying to run this ranch and still deal with the problems of her life. It was shortly after one o'clock when Linda announced she was taking the car to town.

"I'll pass on the big tour of the metropolis," Janice said jauntily, stretching out on the living room sofa and leafing through a magazine. "It's too hot out there anyway and I'll bet you don't have air conditioning in the car."

"Aunt Jane thought it was too expensive and…"

"Thought so," Janice said, arching her eyebrows knowingly and going back to her magazine. "I'll sit here while you go out and have fun. Then we'll have a nice long talk about men."

Linda shivered, once again thinking about her date with Hank that evening. She paused at the door, then walked out to the waiting car, leaving Janice alone in the house.

The brunette sat in the living room for the next few minutes looking at the pictures of the journal, her mind drifting as she heard Linda's car drive off. Contrary to what her sister thought, she hadn't been the town whore. Her mother had managed to instill some guilt in her, although not the quantity she'd dumped onto Linda. It had taken her quite a lot of time and effort to finally fuck a guy. Even now at college, Janice found herself initially reluctant to let a man do more than simply kiss her and feel her up every now and then. Her talk was bravado – or a good deal of it.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of paws scratching over the kitchen tiles. Looking up from the pages, Janice saw Chad pause at the doorway, tilt his head and look curiously at her. His long pink tongue was hanging from one corner of his mouth.

"Why, a friend," Janice said flippantly, folding the magazine up and putting it to one side. She patted her legs and called to the dog. "Come here, Chad. We didn't have a good chance to get acquainted."

The German Shepherd raised his bushy tail and barked, trotting over to her and sniffing around her legs.

"Friendly little thing, aren't you?" she cooed, rubbing her fingers against his head and bending down slightly to press her chin against his soft, warm fur. "Oh, you're a nice, nice dog."

Chad was whining and groaning happily, pressing his head against her lap. Then he began doing something that Janice found a little odd at first, then disconcerting. She felt his tongue sloshing up and down her right leg, that tongue edging dangerously close to her knees and her cunt.

"That's enough, Chad," she said, pushing the dog from her. "You're getting a might too friendly, and I don't want…"

Janice stopped in mid-sentence. He was growling, growling angrily at her. She dropped her hands, her eyes widening as she scooted her ass back. Linda hadn't said anything about this animal being mad or crazed. He certainly had seemed friendly enough that Wednesday evening when she first walked into house, suitcases in hand. Now he was staring slit-eyed at her, his ears pinned back, the short fur around his neck standing up. And always there was that low growl, that awful low growl that made her flesh crawl. Janice had been in some tight situations before. But they had always been with men – with humans! Now she sat on the couch with her hair standing on end, a mad dog between her legs bent on tearing her to pieces.

"Oh God… help me," she whispered, unable to speak more loudly as the animal's growling grew deeper and louder.

At first Janice thought he was going to attack her. She had heard stories about dogs going for the throat of their own masters at times. But no, that didn't seem to be what Chad wanted. He still sat there, his tail moving from side to side, his eyes glittering with some kind of excitement. Then the brunette realized he was smelling her. She watched his black nostrils quivering, saw him dropping his head to a position between her legs and pushing forward. He was smelling her cunt!

"Oh my God!"

As experienced as Janice thought herself to be, nothing had prepared her for something like this. A dog smelling her, sniffing at her pussy while she sat there terrified on the couch.

"You horny bastard! Get away from me," she said with some bravado, reaching down and trying to shove Chad from her once more.

But the animal began growling again, snapping at her. Janice drew her hand back rapidly, her eyes growing round as she tucked her ass away from the big dog once more. He wasn't kidding. He had every intention of staying there and doing what he was doing for as long as he chose.

"My God!" Janice rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt, feeling her scalp crinkling with terror.

Men were one thing. She thought she could handle most situations with them. But a dog? Janice had heard of women who did those kind of things. But she… no, never would she have thought of degrading her body by letting an animal touch her. Again she tried moving away from Chad, sliding her ass to one side, feeling her fingers sinking into the soft material of the sofa cushions. Chad growled a little more loudly, peeling back his black rubbery lips and exposing his white fangs.

He had her cornered! She could hear his breathing. It sounded as labored and heavy as some of the breathing she'd heard from men as they wedged themselves between her legs and fucked her. How many had that been? Two, three? Not the score of men parading through her bedroom Linda and some others had thought. And now she was having this dog courting her, trapping her right there in this house, sniffing her cunt!

"Get… away… my God, what's wrong with you?" Janice hissed through her teeth.

She felt his snout pressing against her right thigh now, felt his panting breath against her flesh. Janice sucked in air and held it as the dog began licking her steadily now, sloshing his tongue up and down, up and down her leg, touching the soft spot behind her knee. Janice thought she would wait until she had a chance to roll away and rush out from the house. She would tell her sister what happened. Well, not exactly what happened, but perhaps say something about Chad attacking her, trying to bite her. That would partially be the truth and it would get the animal out of the house until she left.

"Ohhh…" she moaned.

What was happening to her? My God, what was happening to her? Several minutes had gone by. Janice was still sitting on the couch, enduring the dog's touch. But that was wrong. No, enduring was the wrong word. She was enjoying it, actually liking what he was doing to her! The woman felt her knees slowly sagging apart. A kind of hot wet feeling was developing between her legs, the kind of sensation she felt when a man really excited her! Janice let out a shuddering moan, moving her ass from side to side on the couch. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers and letting the nails dig hard into her palm. It was wrong. It was so wrong to let that animal touch her like that! And it was even more wrong for her to feel that hot, itchy, throbbing ache between her shivering thighs. Yes, they were shivering, shivering with excitement, the kind of arousal she should only have with a man!

"No… wrong, wrong…"

She hadn't worn her panties, something she felt was terribly exciting as she walked about, feeling the air blow up between her legs and caress her cunt-lips. Now the woman realized that, at least here, that had been a mistake. The dog was pushing up against her, shoving her short skirt up, drawing his snout closer and closer to her cunt.

"No…"

Janice struggled for control of her mind and body, reaching down and trying to push her skirt back down over her knees. But Chad would have none of that. He growled again, snapping his teeth so close to her right hand Janice could feel his breath against her knuckles. Again she let out a small sharp cry, drawing her hands away. There was nothing she could do, nothing except let the animal have his way and lick her.

"Uhhhhh…" she moaned against her will.

And was there anything so wrong about that? As the seconds ticked by, Chad's tongue drew more and more forbidden pleasure from her cunt. She was starting to feel delight in what the big German Shepherd was doing to her. Janice knew it was wrong, very wrong for this to be happening. In her wildest, most erotic dreams the woman never thought of making it with an animal! But now that it was happening it felt so good, so… so natural! She let her head fall back on the sofa, rolling from side to side, tensing her ass muscles and raising her ass off the couch cushions. Her skirt was now up around her waist, completely exposing her pussy-meat to the hungry animal. She could feel his breath panting through the black moist cunt curls! It was good, very, very good!

"Ohhhh… touch me, doggie, touch me all over," she whispered, reaching down and caressing Chad behind the ears. No longer did Janice want to push him away. No, no, there was only delight now in her thoughts, only the desire to have his tongue go on and on while she pranced her ass there, wanting more friction, more… more something, although she didn't know quite what at this moment.

"Nice… ohhhhh, sooooo nice!"

Janice rolled her ass, feeling her skin pucker up into gooseflesh when Chad moved up farther and poked his nose against her cunt-lips. He was actually touching her there, licking her pussy up and down in mind-blowing laps.

Janice drew her hands up, cupping them around her tits. She squeezed hard, moaning as she felt the nipples stiffening, brushing against the soft material of her sweater. Naked. She had to get naked with the dog there between her legs. It would feel that much more sexy, that much more delightful. Moving up a little, the woman crossed her arms, grabbing her sweater and tugging it up over her head. She felt her tits lifted up, tugged at by the garment. She moaned with pleasure, tossing the sweater over the back of the sofa, leaning back one more time and letting the dog at her cunt.

"Good, Chad… nice doggie… ohhh, if only my sister knew how nice you were!"

It was unbelievable! She was letting this happen almost under her prudish sister's nose. Janice laughed, thinking just how horrified Linda would be if she were to walk in suddenly now and find her there with the dog, letting him touch her all over.

"Uhhhh… good, nice and good…"

Janice felt herself falling down into a bottomless pit of emotion and sensation as the big German Shepherd kept on licking her, driving her higher and higher until she could cum in the dog's mouth. How deliciously evil! She was going to climax that way. And how good it would feel!