The Family’s Loving Pet

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Ummmm…" Janet smiled a lazy smile, her hands wandering all over her body.

The bed began to groan while the headboard rattled against the wail. The blonde woman was feeling high, spacey as her fingers worked up her body. When she rocked her hips faster, the heat spread out from her pussy. Juice leaked out. She was burning for more sexual release, for more sensation between her legs.

Janet's breathing had become shallow, rapid. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head against the pillow. The hand that rested on her belly trembled. She knew what she wanted to do with it. Biting down on her lower lip, she pushed her hand down, down until her fingertips were sliding over her puffy, greasy cuntlips. Janet jerked as if someone had slapped her, her knees propping up, then slowly sliding back down to the mattress. She dragged the balls of her feet over the coverlet while spreading her thighs farther apart.

Janet dipped a finger into her cunthole.

"Ummmm…"

The feeling was immediate and intense. She arched her back. Her face was a mask of intensity. Her eyelids closed tightly. The cords stood out against her neck. Janet was finger-fucking herself, scraping those sensitive, slick folds and hollows inside her pussy. Gasping with delight, she moved her finger around, feeling her pussy, wondering if a man's cock could feel the same thing when he fucked a woman.

"Cock… fuck…"

The words made her shiver even more. She needed someone, something to take care of her. It was so ridiculous, so lonely, doing something like this. She was a woman, a mature woman who was alone now, lying spread-eagled on her bed, fucking herself with her fingers when there were probably thousands of men out in Los Angeles who would have given their left nut to fuck her.

"I have to get up," she panted, sitting up, feeling terribly dizzy.

Turning, Janet saw herself in the mirror – a lonely, confused, and very attractive woman. She had been finger-fucking herself, feeling high, sexy. No wonder she looked as if she were about to rape the first male who walked by.

Janet heard something that made her freeze, made her cross her arms over her tits and shrink back. There was some scratching outside her bedroom door, some whimpering. It was Bodego. He must have heard her, must have smelled her while she had been playing with herself. He wanted in, wanted to touch her, wanted to… to lick her off again.

Janet felt herself getting up, moving across the large carpeted bedroom as if she were a zombie. It wasn't Janet Grayson doing this. Some dark force, something evil inside her, was doing this. Her right hand stretched out, shaky fingers grasping the doorknob and turning it.

Bodego bolted into the bedroom.

Janet closed the door, standing next to the bureau, wondering what to do. The animal was running around in circles, eyeing the bed, then turning his handsome powerful head and staring at her.

"This can't happen again… I can't handle it if it does," she said, passing her fingers over her forehead.

Janet teetered, almost gathering enough will power to back out of the bedroom and rush outside. Then her plight came back to her. Rush out to what? There wasn't a man waiting for her, his arms outstretched, his broad chest offering a place where she could lay her head on. There was nothing out there except a sassy daughter and a whorish niece.

Janet groaned, feeling something between anger and despair. All right, why not? Why should society shake its finger at her? Why should she worry about society and what it thought of what she did? It was nobody's business other than her own. Society, her daughter, her niece had done nothing for her except upset her. Well, now she was going to enjoy herself no matter what others might think.

"Ohhhh, Janet Grayson, you should be ashamed of yourself."

But she couldn't help smiling as she pronounced those words. Janet moved to the bed, sliding up, resting her head against the headboard and watching as the dog bolted up onto the bed, butting her thighs apart with his black muzzle.

"Oooooh!"

She stretched her arms out wide, clawing at the smooth coverlet while sliding her ass from side to side. She was juicing, wetting down her panties. Bodego was lapping at the band of nylon pressing against her hot, swollen cuntlips. The sexy swath of his tongue over the stretched, thin material was almost too much for her to stand.

Janet raked her fingernails over the bedspread while grinding her teeth. The dog was growling deep in his throat. She peered at him, watching that fuzzy head bobbing up and down between her white, firm thighs. It was a sight she couldn't believe. And yet it was a sight that excited the hell out of her!

"Ohhhh God! No, no, it's good, oh so good!" Janet shamelessly gasped.

She was rubbing her legs harder against the coverlet, rolling her head from side to side. She gasped for air, feeling as if she were choking from the rising excitement. The bed squeaked and groaned with her movements. Her heels dug into the mattress as she squirmed around.

"Ungnhhhhhh…"

Bodego was snapping at her cunt, twisting his head around and biting at the nylon. He was careful to keep from hurting her, concentrating his attention now on her juice-soaked panties.

Janet couldn't believe it. He was ripping the briefs from her, snatching her panties from her thighs. She heard tearing sounds.

"Oh Bodego, Bodego," she whispered, her words turning into cries of delight as the animal kept ripping the wet, silken material from her thighs.

In a few minutes the animal had stripped her thighs, torn her panties, until shreds of silk hung from her waist. Her cunt was exposed now. She could feel the slick inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together as she wormed higher on the bed.

Bodego jumped, his paws striking her thighs. Janet opened her eyes wide, staring right at him. Her lover, her answer to all these years of frustration, of sexual denial. And there he was, a fuzzy, big dog with a knobby boner slipping out of his cocksheath again. Janet swore she would have to be careful this time. She had almost let him fuck her last time, had almost committed an act even she would have trouble justifying. She was going to be good, just let him touch her the way she liked. His tongue, that wonderful tongue, would be the answer.

"Ohhhh yes, yes, Bodego, right… th-there, right there!"

Janet sighed, feeling as if the world had exploded with ecstasy. The first touch of his tongue had made her stomach buck with excitement. She wasn't going to hit him, wasn't going to scream the walls down for help. This time Janet knew she was willingly accepting him, wanting him to do all those awful things that would make her feel so good!

"Ummmm…"

Janet gasped for breath, her throat becoming tight, her mouth dry… as tight and dry as they had become that fateful night when Bodego first attacked her.

Attacked? Janet laughed, her laughter turning into a choked cry and whimpery gasp as the dog touched a particularly sensitive spot. He hadn't really attacked her. Unconsciously she must have encouraged him, done something to let him know she was ready for… for this!

"Noooo!"

She pounded the mattress, her fingers clawing at the coverlet frantically. She was growing hotter and hotter by the second. That wonderful, crazy Airedale knew what to do to her. He knew what buttons to push, what areas of her cunt to lick and when to drive her half-mad with desire!

And what was unbelievable was that she was opening her cunt to him. There could be no mistaking about what was going on now. She had fallen back on the bed and slowly let her knees sag apart. She was letting this happen, inviting him to dive in and enjoy himself.

The dog took her up on her invitation. He went wild, his tongue slopping over the tender inner flesh of her thigh. Each long, hot lick brought more floods of juice from her cunt.

Janet tightened her ass muscles, jerking her ass off the bed and wagging it. She was going to be his bitch, his mate for this session. He could do what he chose to with her.

The woman was whimpering through her flared nostrils, her forehead beaded with sweat while her face became a mask of intensity.

"Yes, oh yes! Lick me… there!"

Janet let her knees part. She was opened all the way.

The dog was quiet suddenly, having backed away. It was as if he were studying her, staring at her cunt.

Janet couldn't take it. She needed touching, needed that insistent, wild thrill of his tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy.

The woman inched her knees back, worming her ass all over the bed. Her movements were enough to draw the dog's attention back to tongue-fucking. He nuzzled his black snout once more between her wet, puffy cuntlips. He was smelling her pussy again, tasting and smelling her. Gently his long dark pink tongue slipped in, shoving aside the moist pussymeat, touching her clit, making the woman cry out again and again, shattering the quiet of the large empty house.

"Unghhhhhh…"

Janet was prancing her ass around the bed, making the headboard slam loudly against the wall now. She didn't care if the Goddamned walls shattered behind her now. Her cunt was on fire – tight and on fire, convulsing each time Bodego curled his tongue and drove it into her hot bundle of cunt-fur.

"Bodego… Bodego!" She was breathing his name as if he were her lover. In a way he was. No one had ever done this to her… not quite in the same way.

Now Janet didn't even want to really think about what was happening to her. She knew there was an animal between her shivering white thighs. And yet it was somewhat better if she kept her eyes closed.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

How strange, how confusing! At times she loved thinking about how she was degrading herself, letting herself sink to the terrible level of having a dog making love to her. At other times during this session, Janet blocked her mind from the reality of the situation. It was just something rubbing against her cunt, pushing her up toward orgasm. It was nothing worse than a form of masturbation.

The woman bounced back and forth, begging the dog for more stimulation. Her hands stretched down to her belly. She felt the dog's pointed nose, felt his mouth, the hot, wet sharpness of his fangs.

She fought for breath. Janet whimpered as loudly as Bodego, feeling with her fingers at the squishy mess between her legs. How strangely exciting it was to feel Bodego's tongue making love to her!

She thought of a dick again. She thought of how it would feel to have a man's hot, thick cock reaming her out, feel his balls slapping against her ass while his fingers pressed against her tits, flattening the resilient flesh, pinching her nipples until… until she came with a mind-blasting climactic force!

"Jesus… ohhh, good dog, good doggie…" Janet panted.

Janet moved her ass up again, giving the animal more of her cunt to lick. She flattened her feet against the mattress, her body forming a bridge over the bed. She felt her ass trembling, hanging there in mid-air and shaking while her cunt winked open and shut with sexual heat.

Now he was bathing the very bottom of her buttocks with hot spit. He moved his tongue back, back into her asscrack. Was he trying to get at her shitter? Was he trying to lick back into her bowels, to… she had never had anyone really touch her back there. Just the thought of having an animal licking her asshole made the woman cry out.

"Oh noooo!"

She was close, very close. It was incredible to think of what was happening now. She was going to climax again, cum in the dog's maw. It would be the second time in a row. She could imagine herself prowling around dog pounds, rattling the cages, trying to break into the compound to try out different dogs. Did German Shepherds lick differently than Airedales? What about Dobermans, Russian Wolf-hounds? Then the woman thought about dogs fucking in two's, packs, fucking in the streets, the gutters, in backyards.

"Unnghhhh!"

His pink tongue was driving so shamelessly, so wonderfully up and down her dark pink crack. Her clit burned from the steady lapping friction. She fanned her fingers out along Bodego's furry neck. She was panting harder than ever, inching her knees back, pulling them up until she felt them touching her tits. Her cunt was spread all the way open, spread the way she should be spread for a man!

"No! No!"

Close, so close! The burning itching rush of sensations was growing more and more concentrated. Her head buzzed with excitement while sweat ran and burned into her eyes. She tossed her head like a madwoman from side to side, blonde strands splashing across her face and tangling around her throat.

"Cum, cum…"

The words made her shiver. She was asking the dog to cum with her. She wanted to feel him shooting as she tottered off the edge.

Every tiny hollow, every fold of her cunt was exposed now, the dark rich moist meat lapped again and again by the animal's tongue.

Bodego growled louder, nuzzling and licking while he pressed his nose against her soaked cunt. Janet gasped and babbled to him as he fucked her with his maw. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, touching him with her toes. She wanted to feel her body completely covered by the animal. And for one wild moment Janet thought about letting him fuck her. What would it be like for her to be on her hands and knees, her tits hanging down and nearly touching the sagging mattress while the dog started to climb on her body and drive his dick in?

"No!"

Janet shook her head, knocking such thoughts from her mind. That was going too far. She would never allow that to happen. Still, she had let him do this, moving her ass up, letting him feed on her cunt to his delight.

"Uhhhh… oooooohhh!"

Janet didn't care about anything anymore, at least for the moment. She was going to cum. She could feel it winding up, feel that whirling ball of sexuality slipping, unraveling deep in her body. She was only moments away from that white-hot madness.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Janet pitched wildly on the bed, her body jerking and nearly knocking the dog off. Then she straightened out, pounding her legs against the mattress, beating her fists against her thighs. She needed release from the terrible hot pressure between her legs!

Seeing her urgency, Bodego went into the final rounds of his licking.

That was all Janet needed. She bucked her ass against the Airedale's powerful jaws. His teeth cut her slightly. Babbling groans of delight came from her throat. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him against her harder. If only she could have something in her, something fucking her cunt, trenching her out, going all the way inside her cunt.

"Noooooo!"

The thought brought her over the edge. Her eyes glazed over, rolling into her head while a strangled cry came from her throat. Janet was cumming, cumming hard and slow. She could have died doing this. All sensations were gone except the powerful itchy ache that had exploded suddenly.

"Wawwwwhwhhhhhh!" Janet cried as the convulsions tore through her cunt.

The woman bucked and pitched crazily, screaming, tearing at the air with her fingers. Somehow the big dog managed to stay on top of her, his fore-paws still braced against her juice-slick thighs, his maw buried in her cunt.

When Janet finally opened her eyes again, she found herself alone… alone as she had always been. Not even that wonderful dog wanted to stay around after he had had his way with her.

She sighed, staring at the ceiling. It was blank, as blank and bleak as her life. She wouldn't think about it. Thoughts like that would drive her to drink, or something far worse. Her daughter. Shari was enough to live for… at least for the moment. Janet didn't even want to think about what would happen when Shari left home for college or marriage.

She sat up, her head spinning around and around. Janet felt warm, relaxed. It was that warm glow, that wonderful glow she used to have when she and her husband had fucked like crazy. Of course this time she had rolled in the sack with a dog.

"God."

Janet sat on the edge of her bed, eyeing the animal who was licking himself.

The attractive blonde thought of her daughter. There was so much to tell her. And yet when she thought of her own feelings, Janet blushed.

How could she warn her daughter about the dangers and frustrations involved in stifling natural urges without encouraging the girl to become a whore?