The Family’s Loving Pet

CHAPTER THREE

Janet had been right about Wendy. The girl had been a bad influence on Shari. Up until Wendy's visit, Shari had been relatively innocent of sexual matters. Of course she had attended the usual sex education classes and had giggled and talked about sex with her friends in the girl's john while they were stealing smokes. But never had she thought about seriously going all the way with a guy… at least not until she was in college or something. Getting fucked sounded exciting, but dangerous as well. Shari thought it would be something to look forward to along with getting an education.

Wendy changed all that. The girl was filled with stories about getting fucked, about letting guys go all the way all the time, although upon closer examination Janet found her cousin hadn't been all that wild. Two, maybe three guys had made it with her. And even then Janet wondered about just how much she had done on the date. Still, the young blonde hung on every word Wendy said about guys.

"They like to stick it in real fast 'cause they're hotter 'n you sooner… most of the times anyway," Wendy said, nodding her head sagely.

"But… what about getting pregnant?" Janet asked, her breath growing more and more shallow.

"I take the pill," Wendy said, holding up a pink circular case in one hand. "Or some of the guys use rubbers… you know, kind of like sausage skins."

The mention of sausage sent both girls off into fit of nervous giggling.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. 'Cause getting fucked is the best feeling in the whole world."

Wendy's eyes glazed over as her mind drifted back to some incident.

Janet stared at her cousin, frowning disapprovingly. And yet, how she envied her! Lately she had felt hot… sexually hot. She had wondered about what she was going to do. She knew some guys, but not all that well. Besides, she had the reputation at school of being a little Miss Prim. The guys didn't kid her about it too much. But the name held and they kept their distance. Wouldn't they be suspicious if she suddenly came on strong? And then, wouldn't her reputation take on another tone, one that would surely reach her mother's ears? She didn't want to risk scandal. Still she wished there were some way, some way she could find out what getting fucked was all about without running the risk of discovery.

The answer came in a relatively short period of time. Both she and Wendy had been sitting around at a taco stand one day when a couple of guys came up to them. Janet felt strangely attracted to one of them, a tall dark-haired guy of about nineteen. She wondered if they were members of a gang or something. And then there was the way he looked at her, those dark brown eyes filled with excitement, lust for her body. Wendy had whispered things to her, awful things. Could she do something like this with a complete stranger?

"Sure, it's the best way," Wendy giggled, wiping her fingers of the taco sauce. The two young men were at the stand ordering food.

"But…" Shari flashed her cousin a worried look, turning and studying the two studs at the counter. She was dying of curiosity. What was it like to have a man on top of her, a man doing… things to her? Dirty jokes, sniggering conversations in bathrooms and illustrated sex education books just weren't enough for her. She wanted to know firsthand. But of course the dilemma was how to find out all these things without arousing scandal or suspicion.

"These guys are okay. They're a little creepy-looking, maybe, but that's probably the way all guys out here in L.A. are, right?"

Shari had to agree on that one. She flashed another look at the young men. They were just getting their order and paying off the girl behind the counter.

"But where?" Shari asked, feeling her heart stop. She realized she had already made a commitment. Staring into her cousin's eyes, she saw Wendy realized it too. The girls giggled again, straightening up and trying to act more mature as the two guys came back.

There was more small talk, the one named Jack sitting next to Shari while his friend Greig snuggled up to Wendy. Shari felt her face burning with guilt and shame. Several times she had felt Jack's leg brush up against her bare thigh. Was it an accident? She doubted it. He didn't say anything much, talking about the weather, about cars, about getting out of high school and how good it felt just to bum around. Shari didn't approve of these guys neither of them would have particularly turned her on as far as being prospects for being boyfriends. But the thought of using Jack as an experiment, of having him touch her in all those secret places, of fucking her, excited Shari to no end. Her nipples stiffened as they rubbed against the smooth material of her halter. Her fuzz-covered cunt was growing hot and wet, dampening the tight-fitting bikini bottoms that Jack had a hard time keeping his eyes off of.

Shari finished her Coke, stirring the straw listlessly over the small chips of ice at the bottom of her cup, wondering when someone would make a move about going on a date. She looked up from her cup at Wendy for guidance.

"Hey, you guys. I've got an idea."

Shari sighed. Good old Wendy. She'd figured out something, some way to make the whole thing sound respectable… her cousin mentioned something about a free rock concert being given the next day near Griffith Park. It might be fun to go, but she and Shari didn't want to travel that distance by themselves, not with all the creeps hanging around. It didn't take long for both Jack and Greig to pick up on Wendy's wavelength. In a few minutes they had made a date with the girls.

The whole next day Shari could hardly wait. She looked at the clock, wondering why the second-hand took so long to sweep over the face. Her heart pounded wildly at the thought of going out with those guys. She and Wendy had concocted a story to fool her mother, something about going to see some dumb movie over at the shopping center. There was a double feature, and they hinted they might stay for the second movie even though Janet disapproved. That would give them more than enough time.

As it grew darker, Shari felt her flesh turning hot and moist. They were going to meet the guys at the shopping center near that taco stand. Leaving home, Shari felt as if she were leaving behind a kind of life she would never know again.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I was the same way my first time," Wendy said, hugging her cousin comfortingly as they walked toward the brightly lit plaza.

"You make it sound like I'm getting a root canal or something," Shari whispered, feeling her throat become as dry as cotton. Her chest tightened horribly, her knees growing weaker and weaker as they climbed onto the concrete apron in front of the taco stand.

Jack and Greig were already there, sitting on the hood of a black '69 Mustang. The ass-end was pitched high in the air, and there were gaudy amounts of chrome shining brightly under the neon.

"Hi!" Wendy said, putting on her best coy look. After some small talk, they climbed into the car, Wendy sliding into the front with Greig while Shari scooted over to the far side, Jack staying a comfortable distance away from her. He seemed to sense her nervousness. Shari sighed with relief, resting against the far side of the vehicle as they roared out of the parking lot and headed toward the park.

"Let's forget about the concert," Wendy said with a giggle.

Shari felt her cheeks flush beet red. Her heart was beating like a triphammer while her cunt throbbed. What was her cousin tryin to do? Wendy was making the two of them out to be whores!

"Well, where do you wanna go?" Greig asked. Shari could hear the laughter in his voice, his smugness. Glancing into the rear-view mirror, she saw his white teeth beneath his black moustache. He was grinning, grinning with triumph as the car sped into the night.

"Well, I thought we'd still go to the park, but the concert's always too crowded. Maybe if we got on a hill or something we could see better and without the crowd."

"Sounds like a good idea," Greig said, looking quickly over his shoulder at his buddy. "What do you say?"

"Sounds fine."

Jack's basso voice made Shari's body shiver, her flesh crawl. He was still over on his side of the car. But Shari could feel his dark eyes fastened on her, his stare undressing her, raping her. She closed her legs, rubbing the thighs together, feeling that strange itchy ache racing through her cunt. The silence between them grew uncomfortable while Wendy chatted on and on. Shari could have strangled her cousin.

Twenty minutes later they came to a halt above the showgrounds.

"I think we're just about over the stage," Greig said, pushing his door open.

They climbed out. Shari adjusted the top of her halter so it covered her tits well. She felt terribly naked now, exposed and sluttish. It had been Wendy's suggestion to wear her briefest halter and tightest shorts. "It'd make a queer go for you," the girl had said laughingly. Now Shari wished she had a nineteenth-century ballgown to cover herself.

"Come on, slowpokes," Wendy said, threading her way with Greig through the thick ground cover. As they neared the edge of the hill, they could hear the sounds of a large crowd drifting through the still night air.

"Hey, I think you can get a good view from here," Jack said, going in another direction.

Shari shot a look at her cousin. Wendy and Greig were easing off in another direction. Swallowing hard, she turned and followed Jack, her arms outstretched as she tried to balance herself on the uneven ground.

"Ohhhhh…"

Tripping, Shari pitched forward.

"Hey, you okay?"

Jack was on her in a second, his strong arms wrapped around her body. Shari shivered. She felt so small, so tiny in this man's thick-muscled arms.

"Yes, I-I think so," she stammered, pulling her skimpy halter a little higher on her tits. It was barely covering her nipples.

As Jack helped her to her feet, they could hear the first strains of the loud rock music.

Shari limped to the edge of the hill, holding to a low branch of a tree and rising up on her tiptoes. She felt daring now, widening her stance. She felt her calves tensing, bulging out. She liked the tension in the big muscles of her ass. She didn't have any panties on underneath her tight-fitting shorts. Shari wondered if Jack could sense that, could know what had gone on between her and Wendy the night after their meeting.

Then modesty overcame the girl and she stopped her flirting. Again she thought of her mother, of the way she was acting, of the way society would frown on her behavior. She was acting like a young slut, then behaving like a nun. It was an indication of her immaturity… and her rising sexual heat.

"I think I can see the band," Shari said, surprised that her voice had become so low.

"There's sure enough light down there," Jack said, sliding up to her.

Shari sat down on an overturned log. She knew that if she sat just right Jack might be able to see one lip of her cunt. She knew that from experimenting earlier at home, something she didn't even tell her cousin Wendy about. Biting her lower lip, feeling terribly daring, Shari parted her legs and watched his eyes. Jack glanced down and did a double-take. She knew he was getting hot, wanting her.

"You know, you shouldn't do those sort of things unless you know what you're doin'." His voice was cold, suddenly, cold and hard.

Shari thought for a second he was going to hit her. She cringed, then realized this had to be her imagination. One shout from her and her cousin would come running.

"Come on, I know what you two've been up to. Greig and me, we both know."

Shari felt a flash of fright, quickly followed by a rush of heat through her cunt. She noticed, even in that dim light, the lump in his pants becoming huge, almost too huge for him to move around well. He was taking off his Levi's jacket and spreading it on the grassy ground.

In a moment she felt a strong arm sliding around her waist, gathering her up and pulling her over to the ground. Shari let out a little cry of surprise, her thin arms fluttering up to his neck. She tried pushing him away. Of course that was impossible. Because he was far too strong for her to do anything except submit. Also, the young girl was fighting against herself, against her rising sexuality that drained every ounce of will from her.

"Ohhh… please…"

"Please what… fuck you?"

Jack's crudeness offended and excited her. They were rolling around on the ground, tufts of loose grass sticking to her sweat-dampened flesh. Shari grunted with the weight of his body as Jack steadied himself, shoving his knees against her inner thighs. The hard ground hurt her back, but she didn't mind. This was it, the culmination of all her fantasies. A man was going to fuck her, a complete stranger. And the thought of it nearly drove her wild with joy. Gasping, Shari lay there, waiting for Jack to do something.

It didn't take the stud much time to move. Reaching down, he shoved his fingers quickly under the frayed edge of her shorts.

"Ohhhh!" Shari cried out, gasping with surprise. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening. She squirmed her ass over the jacket he had spread out for her, her heels dragging over the uneven ground. In the distance they could hear the roar of the band, the hammering of drums as incoherent phrases drifted through the air.

He was rubbing her puffy cuntlips. Even as she tried to squirm away, she could feel slick juice flooding out. Jack's thick sensuous lips curled up into a smile. "Like it, huh? Like it a lot, right?"

"Ohhhh…"

For a moment Shari thought of Wendy, thought of her cousin out there somewhere in the woods struggling with Greig. Wendy knew what she was doing. She wouldn't need any help. But Shari? The thought of a man stabbing his cock inside her made her shiver. Her teeth chattered nervously while her fingers turned to ice. Should she tell him she had never gone to bed with a man, had never even let a guy touch her like he was touching her now? No, he'd find out about her cherry soon enough.

"Oh don't, don't…"

"You wanna get fucked bad. Shit, you're juicin' all over my fingers, all over your Goddamned cunt," he whispered, dropping his head to her neck.

Shari gasped. His kisses were doing terrible things to her. She was losing control, feeling her will power draining away. Jack's finger had pressed a little deeper into her flooding cuntal crack. He was working his hand back and forth now, scraping his jagged fingernail over her slick folds and hollows until Shari thought she was going to faint from pleasure. She dragged her legs over the rough ground, moving her ass from side to side. He was shoving his finger in deeper, past the second joint. Instinctively her cunt muscles tightened, snapped the outer labes tightly around the invading digit.

Jack sneered down at her, rubbing his knuckles over her clit until he had Shari crying out.

"Yeah, yeah, move that fuckin' butt, baby. I'm gonna give you one hell of a fuck… you ain't gonna forget this for a long time."

His filthy words excited her.

"Ohhhh, please stop!"

"Come on, bitch. You want me bad," he gasped, pushing his finger in a little more.

He was staring down at her with hot, hungry-looking eyes. Shari felt his knees pushing up harder against her ass. It excited her more than she could have possibly guessed. She bit her bottom lip.

"It's just that it's so… public out here," she gasped as he held tightly onto one of her shoulders with his free hand.

"Who the fuck's gonna see us – chipmunks?" Somewhere down below, a rock star was wailing out his message and the crowd screamed. Shari gasped, her lungs burning, her mind whirling around in a brightly colored whirlpool of young lust.

"No, it's just that… ughhhh!"

"Then let's do it."

Shari began her first fuck.