The Family’s Loving Pet

CHAPTER ONE

"Where are they?"

Janet Grayson tapped her fingers nervously on the edge of the coffee table, glancing up at the clock that hung over the large fireplace. It was nearly nine o'clock. Her daughter and niece knew they had to be home by eight-thirty sharp! What with all the muggings and rapes happening all over Los Angeles lately, Janet was frightened that the two attractive teens would be the latest victims if they were to stay out too late.

And yet, how could she be angry with them? They were normal young girls – hot, curious, the way she used to be.

"Ohhhhh…"

Janet closed her eyes, rubbing her cuntlips together by rocking her ass lightly on the sofa. How had it come to this? How had an attractive, vivacious young woman come to be regarded as an old maid, a dowdy aunt by her niece? Janet had heard those cruel words through her daughter's bedroom door, words that made her cry with shame. It hadn't always been that way. Janet's mother had worried about her when she was a teenager, worried that with her running around she would become pregnant and tossed out into the streets.

Janet smiled, her breathing becoming more rapid, more shallow as that ticklish, hot electric charge seeped from her clit and charged her thighs with heat. No, she didn't have to worry about that. Her husband Doug had been honorable – and one hell of a fuck to boot. Janet well remembered how they went home early from the prom that night, stealing away into Griffith Park high above Hollywood. Below them, the queers were busy trying to pick each other up with the cops tiptoeing in between bushes trying to catch them. No one thought of looking for a couple of straights making it in the bushes some four hundred feet away. How good Doug had felt, his thick-muscled hips rolling over hers, his knees spreading her legs apart while his big hands slipped under her ass and cupped her asscheeks. How they fucked! The word fuck! What a wonderful, beautiful word. Even now it made her flesh crawl.

All through college she and Doug were careful. They experimented after classes in his fraternity brother's off-campus apartment! It was like living through some sex manual. The more she tried, the more Janet liked. And Doug was more than a willing participant! Anything she thought of he could top. And they got along so well together.

It was a marriage made in heaven… or so she thought. For the first few years Doug was more athletic in the sack than he'd ever been. And Janet did everything he wanted – everything except take it in the ass. That had seemed going a little far, fucking in a way that would bring her more pain than pleasure.

It was shortly after Shari was born when she noticed a change in Doug. He started coming home late, making excuses for missed dinners. It was no surprise to her after a while when he asked for a divorce. Another woman? Janet laughed bitterly, blinking back the tears. Other women – several of them. He wanted his freedom, wanted to keep on experimenting with other cunts as well as with new techniques.

It was humiliating and terrifying. Janet had to go out and find a job, work for the first time in her life. She had made a go of it and had raised her daughter well… or so she thought. Now her sister's daughter Wendy was visiting from Brockton, Massachusetts, a girl Janet disapproved of the moment she met her. All that makeup, short clinging dresses, those eyes that scanned every available man at the airport! Janet worried about Wendy's influence on her far more modest daughter.

"Damn!"

Another fifteen minutes had passed and still the girls weren't home. Janet had told them not to stay for the second feature at the theater. Several young girls in the neighborhood had been brutally raped recently… picked up in front of their own homes! The police thought some group of sadists were behind this. Most of the girls had been too ashamed or incoherent to offer a straight story. From what the authorities could gather, at least three, perhaps four, men were involved, forcing the kidnapped girls to commit all sorts of sexual acts before letting them go. It was a sign of the times, Janet knew. Cases like this were appearing all over the city, the country. Men were taking young girls and forcing them to…

"Unghhhh!"

Why was she shivering like this? Why did she feel so weak? Janet rubbed her arms, feeling how her flesh had crawled up into goosepimples! And that throbbing itch between her legs was worse, more concentrated, sapping the strength from her body. Her pussylips were swelling, the puffy edges becoming slick, while juice seeped up hot and bubbly and creamy. Janet closed her eyes again, trying to keep her mind on her daughter and niece. She should throw on a coat and rush outside looking for the girls. She should…

"Ohhhhh!"

Worse! It was getting worse every damned night! Janet had buried all those feelings about sex, or so she thought. Men wanted one only thing – to sneak up a girl's legs, slip their cocks into her cunt, then walk away before she could make them answer to what they'd done. That's what these maniacs were doing in her neighborhood. But at least they were honest about it. They only wanted to beat and fuck, then let the girl go. Men like Doug were hypocrites.

No, she wasn't going to go out and find another man like so many of her divorced friends were trying to do. She couldn't imagine herself sitting on a barstool, eyeing attractive men, acting like some overheated teenager when she was a woman of thirty-four.

"God!"

But still, what could she do about that itchy ache growing worse and worse with each passing second? Masturbate? She had done that several times, plowing her fingers through her cunthairs, digging her fingernails into her soft, moist pussymeat, rubbing her knuckles against her clit and trying to keep from making too much noise while her cunt shivered in climactic explosion. That had helped, had taken the edge off her sexuality.

But lately even that hadn't done her much good. In a while, the ache was back, the desire to have something touching her, something beside herself. She needed a man on top of her, holding her, making love to her! Thinking of things like that now only made matters worse.

Rising from her chair, Janet steadied herself, brushing back her long hair and staring at her image in the full-length hall mirror. Yes, she was still an attractive woman. Standing a bit on her toes, she twisted to the left, arching her back a bit to push out her full bustline. Janet could understand why men stopped and looked at her. Her classic facial features, her long neck, her high-riding thirty-seven inch tits, her firm, supple thighs and her long legs were certainly things to make a man's dick press up against his trousers.

Janet's smile faded. She saw her flushed face, revealing the lust simmering beneath that apparently calm surface. What was the good of all her attractive features? Who was going to see her tonight, who would appreciate her looks? Her daughter? Her niece? Janet laughed bitterly, folding her arms tightly over her tits and starting to pace the living room. There would be no one tonight.

Janet had just about decided to leave the house when she saw Bodego, her pet Airedale standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, Bodego, did I forget to feed you?"

She unfolded her arms, smiling at the dog. He was her only friend, the only thing other than her daughter in the world that loved her. He wagged his stubby tail back and forth, his long sloppy pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. She reached down and ran her fingers through his stiff, wooly, curly fur. Janet had purchased him as a puppy years ago when the crime rate in Los Angeles had started to rise. Since then he'd been an invaluable pet to her, warning of intruders, and in general providing some of the love and affection she had so desperately needed lately.

"Here, let me get you some of your favorite," she said in a childish voice.

Janet was standing on tip-toes, reaching into one of the higher kitchen cabinets when she felt Bodego's nose brush over her right ankle.

"Ohhhh…"

She jerked back, nearly falling on her buttocks. Several cans of dogfood spilled from the upper shelf, hitting the floor and rolling helter-skelter around the kitchen.

Why had she reacted that way? Why was she holding her stomach like that? Why had her cunt gone into tremors of need?

Bodego was still standing there, his stubby tail no longer wagging back and forth so rapidly. His fuzzy head was tilted to one side, those beautiful dark brown eyes rolled up to her, looking at her questioningly. Half-formed terrible ideas were starting to float through her mind. No, no, she wouldn't even dare entertain what she guessed she was thinking about. It was too sick, too awful even to ponder.

"Just wait, just wait…"

Janet was panting, actually panting with excitement. Of course it wasn't the dog's fault. Perhaps a cold shower, a session in bed with her more than experienced fingers would take the edge off once more.

"I'll be back," Janet said, turning and walking from the kitchen.

But then something strange happened, something even years later Janet would never be able to explain. Bodego followed her out, his head down low, his nostrils quivering as he picked up the scent of her overheated cunt. It wasn't until she reached the stairs that Janet realized what was happening. The idea that he was smelling her, scouting her out as if she were a neighborhood bitch horrified her. The woman wanted to grab something and throw it at him. Instead she stopped by the landing, her fingers gripping tightly onto the dark mahogany railing.

"Go!" she said, frowning while pointing a finger at him.

At first it seemed to work. Bodego whimpered, starting to turn around and walk toward the kitchen. Then he stopped, then turned back.

Janet felt panic grip her throat and heart. "Bad dog! I said go, or you won't get any dinner."

He stopped again, his large woolly body trembling with excitement. The big brown Airedale seemed to be considering his options. The smell of her pussy was too strong for him to ignore. He was going to risk everything to lick a taste of that tempting hot food between his mistress' legs.

"No!"

He was swarming around her legs, nosing up her dress, dragging his hot tongue over her flesh.

"Stop it. Don't touch me like that! Ohhh, don't!"

Her voice was quickly losing its conviction. Her fingers were loosening on the handrailing as Bodego pressed against her legs. Hot flashes raced up and down her thighs. Her cunt tensed up and grew wet while bolts of excitement made every square inch of her body incredibly sensitive to the slightest touch.

Bodego kept on licking, dragging his tongue around her toes, then moving it over the tops of her feet, up to her ankles, then to the soft spots behind her knees. It was devastating! Janet felt her flesh being washed down by that hot doggie spit! The touch of his tongue, the rub of his snout against her skin was turning her into some kind of depraved whore who would do anything. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Even with all the experimenting she and her ex-husband had done in the sack, nothing had ever indicated that a dog would turn her on.

"Oh no, no!"

She drew both hands over her face, pressing fingertips against her forehead. It was wrong, so wrong to be doing this!

Janet leaned heavily against the handrail, struggling for breath. She felt the hem of her dress growing wet with Bodego's spit. He was becoming more and more excited. Janet shook her head from side to side.

"Horrible, beastly animal!" she muttered, kicking out at the dog.

Janet turned and started to climb the stairs. Halfway up, she had to stop. Her fingers gripped the polished handrail tightly again. The subtle rubbing of her cuntlips against one another as she mounted the stairs drove her half mad. More juice seeped out, wetting the nylon crotch panel of her briefs. The soaked material clung teasingly to her cuntlips, rubbing against the moist folds and hollows of her pussy. Yes, it would have to be a very cold shower, a long session in bed with her fingers to take care of this attack.

"What? Stay, stay, bad dog!"

Bodego had followed her up the stairs, until she had reached the upstairs landing. There her pussy was fair game once more. He was rubbing against her, licking her ankles, nosing up her thighs. A thought raced through her mind. What if Shari and Wendy were to come home, throw open the front door and find her rolling around on the floor naked with the dog!

Naked! What was she thinking of!

"Get away!"

Janet kicked at the surprised animal, landing one foot squarely against his chest. He reeled back, snapping and growling at her now.

Jerking back, the terrified woman raced for the bathroom. She was panicked now, feeling pursued. She heard Bodego's paws pad after her. The dog was hot, excited, sniffing at her cunt.

"No, no, no!"

Her nostrils flared as she sucked in air to feed her trembling body. Almost at the bathroom door, she felt his fangs close around her ankles. He hadn't bit yet, but the sharp brush of his teeth made her choke with fear. Her arms outstretched forward, strands of her long blonde hair across her face. Janet fell forward, sliding across the tiled floor of the doorway.

"Noooo!"

Several of her fingernails broke as she clawed at the smooth plaster wall. Her knees scraped painfully over the floor, her mind still reeling from the fall. She had to get up, had to get up on her feet or she was lost. If the dog mounted her, put his paws on her thighs and… and… no, it was too awful to think about!

"Get… off me!"

Her voice was strained. If only she could gather up the strength to crawl into the bathroom, kick the animal away and slam the door shut behind her, then she would be fine. If only she could get way through the doorway, then she would be fine.

But Bodego stayed with her all the way. He pounced once she hit the floor, his forepaws braced on her thighs as he nuzzled her ass. Janet screamed, her eyes widening. Something very warm was brushing over the stretched wet nylon of her panties. Her dress had ridden up to her waist, exposing her buttocks. He was on her now, his claws scratching the backs of her thighs while his tongue was working along the elastic legbands of her panties.

"Nooooo!"

She twisted around, slapping back at the persistent Airedale. He was growling at her now, a smothered growl that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. He was becoming her master, showing her who was boss.

"No!"

She shouted at him, trying to shake the animal off her body. But whenever she tried to hit him, Bodego jerked his head forward, opening his mouth and snapping those killer teeth at her fingers. She eventually stopped, drawing her hands back. The animal made sure Janet wouldn't try to get away by staring her down. Then he started licking her again.

Janet moaned, twisting around until she was sitting on her ass, her back resting against the bathroom doorway molding. Her dress was up around her belly. He licked her there, wetting her navel and the bottom of her ribcage. She was sitting there watching him, wondering how on earth she could have sunk to this level. Men! It was all their fault, teasing her up to sexual heights and then leaving her there, leaving her to finally satisfy herself with… with a dog!