"Cummmmmm!" she shouted again, whipping her legs against the mattress, then drawing her knees up and hugging the whimpering German Shepherd lightly. It was going to be a mindless rut, a wild whorish ride through climax!
"Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!" Linda found herself growling like a dog herself, tossing her head, feeling her hair whipping over her face.
Her legs were filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the flames licking her thighs the way Chad's tongue was. Bucking her body so wildly she thought she might knock the dog off, Linda cried out one more time, the cords sticking from her throat while her fingers held tightly onto the dog's big head. Cumming! She was cumming, actually cumming in the dog's mouth!
"Yaggghghhhhhh!" she screamed.
It was so deliciously good, so wildly intense! Linda jerked like a speared fish, shoving her fingers into her cunt and feeling the muscles convulsing and clasping while Chad whimpered and licked her shaking knuckles.
When it was over, she opened her eyes again, finding the big dog off the bed and curled in one corner. He was licking his cock gently, his head bobbing back and forth, his attention focused on that thing between his legs and not on her. Linda rose, feeling so dizzy and spaced out. She watched Chad for several seconds, feeling a little sick. She'd done it, actually let a dog bring her off!
"Oh… my… God!"
More tears flowed. Shaking her head from side to side as if that would somehow change what had occurred, Linda slid off the bed, padding across the hardwood floor and opening the door. Chad stopped his licking, raised his head and looked questioningly at the naked woman. Linda paused for a moment, then rushed from the room, stumbling through the hall until she reached the bathroom.
"What have I done? Oh my God, what have I done?"
Linda kicked the door closed and flicked on the light, staring at herself in the cracked cabinet mirror over the washbasin. Her mouth was a little swollen, her face red while her hair hung in blonde tangles all over her neck and throat. She could see that her body was still aroused. Her nipples were still long and red, sticking straight out from the surrounding flesh.
"I'll get rid of that dog tomorrow," she whispered to herself, reaching down to the tub and turning on the water. A shower. A good, cold shower would help.
And then?
There would be no more. It was over. She had slipped, made a mistake. It wouldn't happen again. No, it wouldn't! Clenching her teeth together and stepping into the tub, Linda swore she would see herself rot in hell rather than let Chad touch her. Never again!
CHAPTER THREE
"So what about it? Is this place a stud farm or isn't it?"
"Janice!"
Linda sat at the other end of the kitchen table, a glass of juice in her hand. The question had caught Linda off-guard. Janice was sitting opposite her, sipping her coffee nonchalantly, staring at her with those blue eyes.
"Well, I've heard all those stories about the men who work on the ranches… you know," she said confidentially, setting down her coffee and leaning forward with a wicked smile on her lips. "And I thought… well, that my sister was being cared for, especially since Aunt Jane's out of the way for a while."
Linda nearly blanched. It was all she could do to keep from giving away her terrible secret. That night Chad had attacked her she had phoned her sister, nearly begging her to come up. Janice had arrived late Wednesday night, the two of them chatting quickly until fatigue and guilt forced Linda to call time until Thursday morning. Now Janice was sitting opposite her, leering at her, making jokes while she felt her life crumbling. And this was the night Hank the foreman was supposed to take her out to the dance!
"Well, you can put all those stories out of your head, Janice," Linda said stiffly, setting down her juice glass on the plate with a clatter. "Nothing's happened here, and nothing's going to happen. I was just feeling very lonely and… oh, I don't know," Linda said impatiently, waving one hand in front of her face.
"I can understand how you might feel lonely up here, Linda, but with all those handsome studs out there… someone like me would… well, have a good time and run the ranch," Janice said, narrowing her eyes and broadening her smile.
Linda sighed, feeling somehow less a woman than her sister. She had always felt that way. Janice had always had the men, had had the dates while she sat at home and felt her pussy tighten and burn.
"Have you… fooled around any?" Janice asked after a moment or two of silence had passed.
"No," Linda said firmly, somehow feeling a little ashamed of herself. "But I've got a date tonight with the foreman. A dance in town and…"
She couldn't finish the sentence. What was she doing going out with Hank? Was she going to let him try something? Was this her first go at a… a fuck? Just thinking about the possibility made her a little short of breath. Linda picked up the juice glass again and took another sip, feeling her sister's mocking smile.
"Well, not bad. The foreman yet. Nothing like starting at the top."
Linda shivered, studying her sister for a moment.
"Don't you have any hang-ups? I mean, when you go out on a date, do you…" Linda couldn't finish the sentence, feeling her face blush furiously.
"This is the day of women's liberation," Janice said simply, shrugging and sipping her coffee once more. "If a man wants me and I want him, why should I stop what's so natural?"
"But morals… don't they mean anything to you?" Linda asked, feeling her flesh crawling with excitement, her nipples stiffening, scratching against the stiff material of her bra. Her sister's arguments were making her more and more aroused, excited at the thought of going out with Hank tonight.
"The problem's that you're just too uptight about men, Linda. You've always been that way. Of course, mama had a better crack at you than me. I think she just threw up her hands and left me for the devil," Janice said, running the rim of the coffee cup back and forth over her lips. "Well, that consignment hasn't been all that bad, let me tell you."
Linda wanted to ask her sister so many questions about men. She was sure Janice could tell her much. Of course, she was one up on her sister. There was the other night, the night when she had let that German Shepherd crawl on top of her and lick her pussy into orgasm. She was certain Janice had never thought about that, let alone done it. But that was something Linda wasn't about to confess to anyone, let alone Janice!
"I just don't think doing things with men is all that important," Linda said a little gloomily, getting up and starting to collect the breakfast dishes.
"That's your problem, Linda. But if that foreman were to take me out and if I liked him, I think I could fuck with him all night."
"Janice!"
"Darling, if your precious virginity means more to you than being happy… you are still a virgin, right?"
Linda nodded her head up and down.
"Well, then, if keeping your cherry means more to you than having a man's dick, I feel a little sorry for you. You don't know how good it is to…"
"Stop it!" Linda shouted at Janice, her fingers trembling and threatening to let go of the breakfast dishes. She wasn't used to this kind of talk, this kind of horrible banter about men and cocks and sex.
"Don't you worry, Linda. I won't mention it again," Janice sniffed, a little miffed at her sister's sudden outburst.
"Don't… don't you have any hang-ups at all?" Linda asked bitterly, dumping the dirty dishes in the sink and turning to face her sister.
"Few," Janice said, getting up from the table and stretching her arms over her head. She was still dressed in a silky blue robe. It began to open as she moved her body from side to side, revealing the inner curves of her full, big, high-riding tits. Linda sucked in her lower lip and bit down.