The Family’s Loving Pet

CHAPTER SEVEN

Shari plunged and writhed and grunted with the ecstatic tickle that built to an explosive pulsing itch in seconds. It choked off her breathing as the mind-blasting spasms tore through her body.

Even when she closed her thighs, Bodego whined and nosed around her. His humping, trembling haunches made his dick hard. Three times he had tried to mount her in some way, to rub his knobby boner against her body. As spaced out as the girl was, Shari knew what he was trying to do and edged her body away. She wasn't going to let that filthy animal put his thing in her!

"No, oh God, no…"

It was only with the greatest surge of will that Shari managed to keep Bodego from touching his cock to her thighs. He was whimpering, licking her, shoving hard against her legs and hips while his dick trembled mightily. Then, when she felt hot streaks of something streaming across her thighs, Shari moaned with horror. He was cumming, actually drenching her with his awful doggie jizz.

"Get away… got to get away," she gasped, somehow managing to knock the animal off her body.

Shari turned around, getting on her hands and knees and starting to crawl toward the kitchen. Bodego was still shooting, pursuing her, putting his forepaws on her ass and trying to mount her.

Shari reached back and slapped at the animal, terror knifing through her. She wasn't going to let him stick that barb in her cunt no matter how hot or how aroused she was.

When she reached the doorway again, Shari realized the danger had passed. Bodego was no longer interested in her. As she fell down on her ass and turned around, she saw the big Airedale curled up near the stairs, his head dipped down to his hindquarters. He was licking his cock and balls.

"What's happened to me?" she wondered out loud, putting her hands to her burning forehead.

Shari felt confused as she lay there in the living room.

It was some time before she regained her sense of reality and staggered to her feet. It was as if she'd smoked too much pot! Shari braced her hands against the kitchen doorway and inhaled sharply, clearing her head of all those fuzzy, erotic thoughts that had brought her to this!

As she walked cautiously past Bodego, she marveled at how quickly he had brought himself off. Even as hot as he was, Jack had taken his time about cumming, had even stopped himself from shooting several times. But dogs… they didn't seem to want to prolong the act at all. They… how stupid! There she was, standing in the living room thinking about animals, and she had done it with a dog only once. And once was more than enough. No more. Bodego would have to find someone else. Maybe Wendy. Maybe her cousin would be daring enough to get down on all fours and let the animal mount her. It would probably be about the only thing Wendy hadn't done.

Shari climbed the stairs slowly. No one would know, not even Wendy. This was something too terrible for her to share with anyone. It was an accident, a terrible accident and what had happened would never occur again.

She walked down the upstairs hallway to her room. She stopped by her mother's door and pressed one ear to it. No sounds. Thank God, she had not been awakened by all that fuss downstairs! Shari tiptoed back to her bedroom, cracked open the door and peered in. Wendy was still sleeping, her even breathing filling the room. She was still on her belly, the fucking movements having stopped.

Shari closed the door quietly behind her and crept to her bed.

Shari buried her face in the pillow. Exhaustion made her fall asleep quickly. Tomorrow. She would think about all those terrible things tomorrow when things were much clearer. Now, her mind was still whirling about.

"Jack… uhhhh, Bodego."

How strange. The images of both the man and animal were blurring.

Shari smiled. She drifted off, thinking about the big hunk of man fucking her in the park, feeling the animal's fur against her legs as he licked off her cunt. It had been a long, exciting night for the girl.

The next morning Janet was up early, having just fought off another erotic dream. She had climaxed just as some faceless man had fucked her silly. It had seemed so real… someone breaking into her room, holding her down after having stuffed a pair of panties into her mouth. And then… and then he had fucked her, torn her dressing gown off as if it were tissue paper and fucked her. She had felt his legs pressing painfully against hers, felt his hot hairy chest rubbing over her tits while his cock plowed through the mushy mess of her cunt.

And how she had loved it. Screaming at first, she found herself holding onto the big man in fear of him leaving her.

"What am I doing? What am I going to do?"

She put her hands to her face, thinking about her daughter, her niece. How could she provide moral guidance when she was on the brink of a break-down? It was laughable to think of herself like this, sitting upright in her bed in the bright morning sun while her cunt throbbed and pulsed, slackening after having climaxed in a dream! She was behaving like some silly teenager having just discovered the wonderful world of fucking.

With effort, Janet slipped her legs over the side of the bed, drawing her gown over her tits. Of course, there was Bodego – that faithful, wonderful dog who would more than likely enjoy licking her off again. He couldn't talk, couldn't tell the neighbors about how hot the mistress was, how she enjoyed having her cunt licked.

"Got to get up."

Wendy and Shari were already running about the house when Janet came downstairs. It was a beautiful morning. Moving to the sink, she looked out the window and saw Bodego leaping around outside, playing with his shadow. She felt embarrassed, defeated. It was as if someone had put the mark of shame on her forehead for all to read.

"I put him outback, Aunt Janet," Wendy piped up, rushing into the kitchen with a glass of milk in one hand. "He was acting really weird… you know, nosing me and all that."

Janet felt as if the girl were accusing her. She was about to say something in defense, then stopped herself. Of course neither of the girls could possibly suspect what had been going on. And she would have to keep it that way. Maybe she should call the pound today when Wendy and Shari were gone and have the dog carted off. They could buy a new one. Neither of the girls apparently cared much one way or the other for the friendly Airedale.

Bodego barked, his voice sending shivers up and down Janet's spine.

Janet forced herself away from the window. She saw that the girls had made their own breakfast.

"In a hurry today?"

"Oh, we thought we'd go down to the shopping center and look at a couple of the new sport shops. They've got some really neat things down there," Wendy said, her eyes wide with life and excitement.

Shari was almost sulking behind her cousin. The guilt of having been licked off by the Airedale last night hung more heavily over her head than she would have thought.

"Are you feeling well, dear?" Janet said, noticing her daughter's silence.

"Just a little tired, Mother," Shari replied, trying to brighten herself a little.

Janet and Shari jumped suddenly. Bodego was leaping up on the door, his body weight rattling the glass.

"Oh, let him in," Janet said to Wendy as she moved to the refrigerator to take out some orange juice.

The woman didn't notice how her daughter had cringed when Bodego trotted in, his long pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth.

He swarmed around Janet's feet panting loudly. She felt a paw on her leg, felt the bump of his shoulders. It was too much. It was as if he were announcing to the world what they had done.

"See, Aunt Janet? I think you oughta get him spayed or something."

Wendy was right. Janet kicked him, then moved back to the refrigerator while Shari disappeared into the living room. Wendy was finishing up on her toast, gabbing about the latest styles in girls' clothing. Janet hardly heard her. She felt the dog eyeing her as she put bread in the toaster.

Janet shooed him away with her bare feet. Tired of her rejection for the moment, Bodego loped away into the other room. Janet heard her daughter cry out and apparently shove the animal away.

Damned dog! Janet thought, unaware that her lips were curling up into a smile as she finished up washing the breakfast dishes.

After some time Shari bustled into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and fishing around for some pop Janet eyed her daughter's pleated white tennis skirt and skimpy halter top disapprovingly. Shari was practically naked. That thin white material almost showed everything!

"You're not planning on going out like that, I hope," Janet said, folding her arms over her tits and leaning against the sink.

"Why not?" Shari asked, idly pouring some juice into a glass.

"Well, it leaves you… it makes people wonder about you," Janet said, searching for the right words.

"Oh, everybody goes around exposed nowadays."

Janet rubbed her palms on her gown.

"Yes, I suppose they do. But I can see your panties. That skirt is too short."

Janet felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. How could she be pointing a finger at her daughter while she was guilty of… of that filthy act?

"I could go around with no panties if you want," Shari said, her face looking impish.

"I don't want any sass from you, young lady," Janet said, feeling her anger rising. She was growing uncomfortable, lecturing her daughter on some dress code while she… no, she wouldn't think about it again. Thoughts like those drove her wild, made her squirm.

"Well, I don't know what you want from me any more, Mother," Shari replied.

Janet bit her lip. Why couldn't they be more civil to one another? Lately, it had been harder and harder to talk with her. Janet had given up everything for her daughter. And now she was getting sharp words and a dog to love her. It made her bitter, made her want to cry out.

"Wendy and I thought about going out again tomorrow," Shari said, not looking at her mother.

"I thought staying out late last night would be enough for a month," Janet countered.

"I'm old enough, Mother. Don't you think watching me this closely is pretty silly?"

"I… I don't know. Maybe you're right," Janet said, feeling as if she were losing her grip on the situation. "We'll talk about it later. My nerves are a mess this morning."

Janet started to turn away, glad the interview was over. She couldn't take much more of her daughter's sass. Let her go outside dressed like that. She'd soon find out what men would do to her. And if she ever came home pregnant, if she ever…

Janet found she was curling her fingers into two fists, beating them softly against her thighs. She was shaking all over. It had to be that damned dog. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd done, how she'd spread herself open for that dog's awful tongue. Janet wanted to say something more as she watched Shari's pert ass wag up the stairs. She wanted to apologize for jumping down her throat like that. But she strode angrily into the kitchen instead, hating herself all the while.

Noon found the house pretty much empty. Shari and Wendy had left for the shopping mall, leaving Janet alone in the big cool empty house. Janet moved through the rooms like a ghost, trying to sort out the various confusing thoughts that jumbled together. It was impossible. At the base of her problems Janet knew what she needed was a man, a man with a big dick who could give her what she'd been needing for years.

The thought of being fucked, of even being touched by a man, made her groan. Not worrying about arousing her daughter's or niece's suspicions now, Janet rushed to the wet bar, pulling out some cubes from the ice chest and half filling a tall glass with bourbon and water. Good old reliable bourbon. Liquor never demanded anything from her, never sassed her back, never mocked her. Janet took another swig, feeling the pleasant buzzy feeling taking over.

"Ummmm…"

Though she tried not to, she was gulping the drink. She needed it now. Was that such a terrible thing to admit? Janet felt blue about the corner her life had been shoved into. A woman needed more than what she had. She wondered what it was like to go out on a date. It had been so long. She wanted to meet men, to let them admire her.

Janet took another swig of her drink. How comfortingly it burned down her throat to her stomach. Janet wondered what it would be like to talk to a man… really talk, like she and her husband used to do on their dates.

More bourbon.

Maybe she had no right to feel sorry for herself. She was free to go out in the world and look for affection. But the thought of appearing sleazy, of bringing scandal down on her and her daughter stopped Janet.

The woman drank more of the liquor, giggling now. How could she lecture her daughter on morality, on the shortness of her skirt when she… she would have given anything to have the courage to put on something like that and parade her ass around town! How eyebrows would rise! The neighbors would cluck their tongues disapprovingly while men – yes men, plenty of them – would be staring at her. Janet rubbed the smooth cool edge of the glass against her lips, thinking about those men. She thought about their cocks, about how those pricks would fill up with blood, stiffening, pushing up against the fronts of their trousers while their balls rose high in their sacs.

Janet climbed the stairs, feeling as if she were pulling the world behind her.

In the bedroom, she took off her shoes and skirt and lay back on the bed, rubbing the backs of her legs against the silken coverlet. Outside, everything was still. It was as if the world had decided to take an afternoon nap.

"Ummmm…"

The glass was almost finished.

Janet was feeling somewhat sleepy. It was the thought of sex and men that had kept her from dozing off right now. She hadn't wanted to think of sex, of fucking. But there it was, coming back at her no matter how she tried to block it out. The memory of the night before was far too vivid and too hot to ignore. It had been the first time in a long time she had reached a climax while completely awake. It was wonderful, had nearly knocked her out of her mind. Somehow, almost miraculously, it seemed her sexual hunger had been suppressed all those years. Only dreams, those terrible, wonderful dreams, were what she had to look forward to. It made her wonder why she had waited all those years to let something like that happen to her. And with a dog!

Another sip, and the liquor was gone.

She could go downstairs and fill up. But it was far too pleasant just sitting here half naked in her bedroom, thinking about sex, about what it would be like to have a man on top of her right now.

The bourbon was warming her belly. Janet passed one hand down her body in sympathy with that glow. She was tickling her smooth skin, warming the mound covered by her silken cuntal hairs. It was so good feeling those hairs. How hot she was even now! The light touch of her fingers made her pussy tremble, quiver under her hand.

Janet smiled, closed her eyes, and moved the other hand up to her big, firm tits. The touch gave her a chill. At first she thought about not touching herself any more. But she kept her hand there anyway, thumbing her nipple until it grew hard and pushed up out of the surrounding areola. The effect was electric. She sensed more tension in her body. Was she going to masturbate, finger herself while thinking of men?

It seemed so silly, so futile to do this. And yet what other way was there for a frustrated woman? She started rocking her hips, her eyes closed, as juice began to seep from her hot cunthole.