"I'm a little tired," Barbara said, backing away from the stall after flicking a last longing look at the handsome white horse.
"Sure. Get back in the house and rest. I've got to go into town and finalize his papers. I'll be back around eight," Christina said with a smile.
Barbara smiled weakly back, picking her way to the outside and then heading to the house. Her cousin went quickly to her small red car and drove off.
Alone now, Barbara noticed some of the hands were still hanging around the corral, talking softly and looking curiously in her direction. Men! They were probably talking about her, talking about how easy it might be to slip up between her legs. They only want one thing. That's what Joe Franklin had wanted in high school and she had given it to him again and again. Only after she realized he'd been bragging to his friends about her did Barbara know what a fool she'd been! No more. Not until she was married.
But now, standing in that living room, she wasn't so certain. Brad had stared at her with those mocking eyes, his strong arms about to wrap around her! Or had she been imagining things.
What was wrong? Perhaps a drink would settle her nerves. It was still a little early, only six, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Crossing the large room, Barbara sauntered up to the bar and grabbed a bottle of gin. Gin and tonic, the old cure for the world's problems. The ice tinkled merrily in the glass as she mixed the powerful drink, then began sipping it quickly.
"Ohhhh…"
How the liquor burned down her belly, making her feel so soft, so warm all over. She walked slowly to the sofa, settling her ass down in the soft cushions and closing her eyes.
Maybe that was the way she would have to stay – drunk as a Lord to keep men from touching her as Joe had done.
Another sip, another feeling of relief washing over her. Already the tensions of the afternoon were leaving her. There was some noise in the kitchen. Had Christina come home early? No, of course not. It was Pardner, pushing his dinner dish around. Where was that food?
About to put down her drink, Barbara turned her head and saw the playful two-year-old German shepherd come trotting into the living room. She again stretched out her hand to pet him, forgetting momentarily about the incident on the porch. The dog hadn't forgotten, however, and immediately thrust his snout between her knees.
"Oh!"
Barbara jerked back, her drink spilling all over her dress and the couch.
"No! Bad dog!"
She slapped down at the animal, her fingertips brushing the dog's big snout. Pardner backed away, his powerful body arching down while his bushy tail stood straight up in the air.
Those black eyes were glistening, glittering with excitement while his jaws opened.
"Ohhhh…"
Barbara scooted back on the couch, curling her fingers and digging her nails into the soft material. She stared at the double row of pointed teeth, the way they glistened with his spittle while his pink tongue lolled out from one corner of his mouth. He was growling, that soft, smothered growl of a coming attack.
"No, Pardner, no… come on, boy, leave me alone," Barbara said in a shaky voice, her thighs tingling more than before while her scalp itched and crawled with terror.
She had never felt particularly secure with animals before, although these past three days with her cousin on the ranch had partially cured that. Pardner had seemed more human than animal, always friendly and playful. This was the first time, the very first time he had acted like this.
"No, boy, get away…"
He was half on her lap now, his jaws opened. She felt his panting breath against her throat while his paws dug into her upper thighs. What did he want? Then the girl realized that once again he had picked up the scent of her hot pussy!
Barbara reached forward, pressing her fingers against the German shepherd's throat and shoving him off her lap. Pardner barked, circling around and around, his tail still high in the air. She rose from the couch, staring around the room in blind panic. Upstairs!
That was one place where she could run to get away from the pursuing beast. Stumbling around the sofa, she moved toward the winding staircase, the big shepherd nosing her thighs. Oh, she could feel that cold snout brushing up against the backs of her legs, hear him sniffing at her pussy as she tried wildly to get away from him!
"Horrible… beastly animal!" she cried, wheeling around once more and slapping down at the large barking dog.
But Pardner had become used to her tactics now. He backed away, his forepaws stretched in front of him, his handsome, furry head tilted to one side, his tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. He was barking savagely now, his body shaking.
"No, get away from me."
She turned to face him, backing slowly toward the stairs with her right hand stretched behind her, searching for the banister. Her cunt was hot, oh so hot and tender and tight from all those wild thoughts that had been running through her head the past few hours.
The dog smelled her now, smelled her and was aroused as if she were his favorite gutter bitch.
"Bad dog, bad Pardner. You don't want me telling Christina on you, do you?"
Her voice was shivery, unsure. The dog caught the note of excitement rustling through it and pricked his ears forward. Instinctively Barbara knew what that meant and felt her heart pounding wildly. She had to get upstairs!
"No, bad!"
The stairs! Twisting around she gripped the banister and rushed up the steps, realizing the animal was still pursuing her. She felt the slippery, rubbery rub of her cuntlips against one another. She stumbled, felt the dog's snout push up against her silken panties, cried out and scrambled back up, breathing so hard she thought her lungs would burst from the effort.
It was a horrible dream! Reaching the top, Barbara ran down the darkened hall, her eyes swimming. Sputtering sparks showered from her clit into her cunt as her mind raced wildly. Images of Brad, of the horse, of Pardner, whirled about in her brain as she finally reached her bedroom door.
"No, get out!"
Barbara hadn't been quick enough. Just as she slammed the door shut, Pardner rushed in, wheeled about, then jumped on her.
"No!"
She stumbled sideways, her right elbow knocking hard against the dresser. The dog was on top of her in a moment, barking, then panting against her throat while his tail wagged merrily back and forth in triumph. Glancing down, Barbara saw something that made her scalp crawl again with fear. His cock – that long, knobby thing, was slithering out of its furry sheath!
"Oh please, God, not this!" she whispered.
Barbara clung to the front edge of the mattress, drawing herself upon the bed. Below she could hear the sounds of cars starting up and crunching over the graveled drive toward the main highway. The men were going home. If only they knew what kind of show they were missing upstairs!
She slapped down once more, having hauled her body flatly on the bed. Bending one knee, she kicked hard at the big animal. But Pardner wasn't to be put off. He nuzzled her calves, slobbering over her crawling flesh. Barbara closed her eyes, half-twisting around, reaching out and drawing her fingernails over the sheets. Wrong. Wrong! This was a sickness, a terrible sickness! And yet… yet her cunt was heating up so, heating and tightening as it had heated and tightened for Joe so many years ago.
Release! Relief! That's what her body had been craving for these years. And now the dog was going to give it to her! This animal was going to draw his tongue over her cunt, maybe even fuck her and…
"Ohhhhh… noooooo!"
Again Barbara kicked at the big animal, her mind revolting at the thought of a dog touching her. The big king-sized bed groaned and squeaked under her thrashing body and the weight of the animal.