"The men… they can see you through the back window," Linda whispered.
"Let them. I'm available," the brunette said wickedly, winking at her sister, then sashaying out of the kitchen.
It had been a mistake inviting Janice up here. Linda could see that already. She had forgotten what a slut the girl could be when she wanted. Linda had wanted comfort, some companionship. And instead she had managed to land another problem. Well, why not? This seemed to be the year for problems, for trials. Taking one dish at a time, Linda began rinsing off the unused food, thinking about Hank, about what was going to happen later that evening when he took her to the dance in town.
Several hours passed. Janice, in respect to her sister, had kept her profile low, wearing the most modest of dresses around the house and doing her best not to entice the farmhands. Even though she taunted her sister with all sorts of smart remarks, Janice really loved her sister, admiring her for trying to run this ranch and still deal with the problems of her life. It was shortly after one o'clock when Linda announced she was taking the car to town.
"I'll pass on the big tour of the metropolis," Janice said jauntily, stretching out on the living room sofa and leafing through a magazine. "It's too hot out there anyway and I'll bet you don't have air conditioning in the car."
"Aunt Jane thought it was too expensive and…"
"Thought so," Janice said, arching her eyebrows knowingly and going back to her magazine. "I'll sit here while you go out and have fun. Then we'll have a nice long talk about men."
Linda shivered, once again thinking about her date with Hank that evening. She paused at the door, then walked out to the waiting car, leaving Janice alone in the house.
The brunette sat in the living room for the next few minutes looking at the pictures of the journal, her mind drifting as she heard Linda's car drive off. Contrary to what her sister thought, she hadn't been the town whore. Her mother had managed to instill some guilt in her, although not the quantity she'd dumped onto Linda. It had taken her quite a lot of time and effort to finally fuck a guy. Even now at college, Janice found herself initially reluctant to let a man do more than simply kiss her and feel her up every now and then. Her talk was bravado – or a good deal of it.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of paws scratching over the kitchen tiles. Looking up from the pages, Janice saw Chad pause at the doorway, tilt his head and look curiously at her. His long pink tongue was hanging from one corner of his mouth.
"Why, a friend," Janice said flippantly, folding the magazine up and putting it to one side. She patted her legs and called to the dog. "Come here, Chad. We didn't have a good chance to get acquainted."
The German Shepherd raised his bushy tail and barked, trotting over to her and sniffing around her legs.
"Friendly little thing, aren't you?" she cooed, rubbing her fingers against his head and bending down slightly to press her chin against his soft, warm fur. "Oh, you're a nice, nice dog."
Chad was whining and groaning happily, pressing his head against her lap. Then he began doing something that Janice found a little odd at first, then disconcerting. She felt his tongue sloshing up and down her right leg, that tongue edging dangerously close to her knees and her cunt.
"That's enough, Chad," she said, pushing the dog from her. "You're getting a might too friendly, and I don't want…"
Janice stopped in mid-sentence. He was growling, growling angrily at her. She dropped her hands, her eyes widening as she scooted her ass back. Linda hadn't said anything about this animal being mad or crazed. He certainly had seemed friendly enough that Wednesday evening when she first walked into house, suitcases in hand. Now he was staring slit-eyed at her, his ears pinned back, the short fur around his neck standing up. And always there was that low growl, that awful low growl that made her flesh crawl. Janice had been in some tight situations before. But they had always been with men – with humans! Now she sat on the couch with her hair standing on end, a mad dog between her legs bent on tearing her to pieces.
"Oh God… help me," she whispered, unable to speak more loudly as the animal's growling grew deeper and louder.
At first Janice thought he was going to attack her. She had heard stories about dogs going for the throat of their own masters at times. But no, that didn't seem to be what Chad wanted. He still sat there, his tail moving from side to side, his eyes glittering with some kind of excitement. Then the brunette realized he was smelling her. She watched his black nostrils quivering, saw him dropping his head to a position between her legs and pushing forward. He was smelling her cunt!
"Oh my God!"
As experienced as Janice thought herself to be, nothing had prepared her for something like this. A dog smelling her, sniffing at her pussy while she sat there terrified on the couch.
"You horny bastard! Get away from me," she said with some bravado, reaching down and trying to shove Chad from her once more.
But the animal began growling again, snapping at her. Janice drew her hand back rapidly, her eyes growing round as she tucked her ass away from the big dog once more. He wasn't kidding. He had every intention of staying there and doing what he was doing for as long as he chose.
"My God!" Janice rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt, feeling her scalp crinkling with terror.
Men were one thing. She thought she could handle most situations with them. But a dog? Janice had heard of women who did those kind of things. But she… no, never would she have thought of degrading her body by letting an animal touch her. Again she tried moving away from Chad, sliding her ass to one side, feeling her fingers sinking into the soft material of the sofa cushions. Chad growled a little more loudly, peeling back his black rubbery lips and exposing his white fangs.
He had her cornered! She could hear his breathing. It sounded as labored and heavy as some of the breathing she'd heard from men as they wedged themselves between her legs and fucked her. How many had that been? Two, three? Not the score of men parading through her bedroom Linda and some others had thought. And now she was having this dog courting her, trapping her right there in this house, sniffing her cunt!
"Get… away… my God, what's wrong with you?" Janice hissed through her teeth.
She felt his snout pressing against her right thigh now, felt his panting breath against her flesh. Janice sucked in air and held it as the dog began licking her steadily now, sloshing his tongue up and down, up and down her leg, touching the soft spot behind her knee. Janice thought she would wait until she had a chance to roll away and rush out from the house. She would tell her sister what happened. Well, not exactly what happened, but perhaps say something about Chad attacking her, trying to bite her. That would partially be the truth and it would get the animal out of the house until she left.
"Ohhh…" she moaned.
What was happening to her? My God, what was happening to her? Several minutes had gone by. Janice was still sitting on the couch, enduring the dog's touch. But that was wrong. No, enduring was the wrong word. She was enjoying it, actually liking what he was doing to her! The woman felt her knees slowly sagging apart. A kind of hot wet feeling was developing between her legs, the kind of sensation she felt when a man really excited her! Janice let out a shuddering moan, moving her ass from side to side on the couch. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers and letting the nails dig hard into her palm. It was wrong. It was so wrong to let that animal touch her like that! And it was even more wrong for her to feel that hot, itchy, throbbing ache between her shivering thighs. Yes, they were shivering, shivering with excitement, the kind of arousal she should only have with a man!
"No… wrong, wrong…"
She hadn't worn her panties, something she felt was terribly exciting as she walked about, feeling the air blow up between her legs and caress her cunt-lips. Now the woman realized that, at least here, that had been a mistake. The dog was pushing up against her, shoving her short skirt up, drawing his snout closer and closer to her cunt.