But I'll have to admit, Becky thought as she got up and flushed the john, that a girl knows she's had a screwing when a Great Dane gets through with her. I know for a fact that I damned sure did. And every time, too. There was never any faking an orgasm when Buster was humping it to me. God, the way he used to make me cum!
Although she'd been steadfastly resisting bestiality because of her husband's reaction of shock, then outrage, when he'd walked in on her the middle of a session with Buster, Becky couldn't for the life of her see where it was so all-fired wrong to copulate with a clean, well-cared-for dog. Other than her husband's ego, what had it hurt? Not her, that's for sure. And a woman can't get pregnant from canine semen, so wasn't it actually better to let the family pet service her when she had to have it, rather than go out and get laid by some guy, the way lots of service wives did all the time?
"Just this once!" Becky sighed and, having talked herself into it, she trotted, tits ajouncing, toward the back door to call Buster into the house.
CHAPTER SIX
But Eunice only needed a couple of items from the store. She was back in less than a half hour. Leaving her car parked in the driveway beside the house, she entered the kitchen through the side door. Once inside the house, she thought she heard movement in Becky's room.
Sounds like she's up, Eunice thought. Might as well get it over with.
Steeling herself for the unpleasant task ahead, she set the bag containing her purchases on the counter beside the refrigerator, and deciding to confess the whole shameful truth of what she'd done, made her way through the house to tell her daughter that, under the circumstances, she thought it would be best for her to find another place to live.
Becky's door was closed. Nervous because of the scene ahead, feeling dreadfully guilty over corrupting Reed, Eunice raised her hand to knock instead of just opening the door and going in as she might've normally done.
Lord, how I dread this, she thought, and hesitated momentarily, fighting the urge to back down and do nothing.
"Damn, that feels good!" she heard Becky murmur in a throaty voice.
Eunice didn't know what to think. Becky was alone, wasn't she? But her words had a ring of excitement about them, the same breathy tone she'd used when Eunice had overheard her speaking to the young man in the living room a few nights back. There were other noises filtering through the door, too. A sort of soft, rhythmic rustling. And was that panting she detected?
What the devil is going on in there? Eunice wondered and, instead of knocking, she pressed her ear to the door.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
She could hear Becky sighing softly. And that was panting! Becky wasn't the one panting though. She had someone else in there with her!
My word! Eunice exclaimed silently. She wouldn't dare! There wasn't time!
"Oh, baby, what a hunk of meat! Oouuu, yes yes… hump it to me!"
A door to door salesman! Eunice thought with alarm. Oh, no! Becky's morals aren't that low… are they?
But Becky wasn't alone in there, and judging from what she'd said, together with the rhythmic rustling of the mattress, Eunice had no doubt as to what was taking place.
She's having intercourse! I leave the house for a few minutes, and come back to this! What unmitigated gall! Eunice fumed. I don't know where she found a man so quick, or who it is she's got in there with her, but I'll be damned if I'll put up with this kind of thing! She's not going to get away with it! Not in MY house!
Puffing up with righteous indignation – her own sins temporarily forgotten – Eunice twisted the knob and flung open the door. Into the room she charged, intending to lash out at her daughter and run the man – whoever he was – out of her house. But the scene she witnessed stopped her in her tracks. She was stunned speechless, shocked to the very core of her being by what she saw. Becky didn't have a man in her room after all, it was Buster, that horse of a dog that Eunice had relegated to the back yard! Her only child wasn't committing adultery, as Eunice had feared, she was doing something a thousand times worse! She was locked in bestial intercourse with that huge Great Dane! Eunice let out a thin, high-pitched wail of horrified incredulity. The room seemed to be whirling around her. She felt sure she was going to faint!
"Oh, My God! Mom!" Becky gasped, her rosy cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment. "What are you doing back so soon?!"
All Eunice could do was stand there with her mouth agape and her eyes bugging out in shocked disbelief. Becky was lying crossways on the bed with her rear end resting at the very edge. Her red-nailed toes and the balls of her dainty feet touched the floor. The regal animal stood on his hind feet between her widely spread legs. He had his forelegs wrapped around her supine torso. His rump was arching swiftly back and forth, driving his long, bright red erection in and out of the pink-lipped slot of Becky's clefted mound.
To her credit, Becky attempted to push the dog off her. But he weighed a good 150 pounds and they were well into the lewd act now. Buster didn't want to stop and his mistress couldn't budge him because of the weakness of her aroused condition. He kept thrusting vigorously into her, just as he had when her husband had walked in on them.
"Shit, not again!" Becky whined helplessly as she gave up trying to dislodge the horny dog. She fell limply back to the bed, taking her screwing, enjoying it in spite of the sense of shame which her mother's unannounced entry evoked in her. "All right, damn it, say it! I know you're thinking it! But, good grief, Mom, you could've knocked!"
Eunice blinked rapidly, her mouth forming words which her voice box failed to produce. "And I… s-see… now that I…should have kn-knocked!" she stammered when, after clearing her throat, she finally found her voice. "I d-don't believe it! I see it… but st-still… can't believe… that MY daughter… would do such a… such a… God forbid! Becky, how could you… with a DOG?!"
Having listened to the same kind of astonished mumblings from her husband, Becky knew that her mother, too, would soon be giving her all kinds of hell. She was in no mood to take that sort of crap right now, or, for that matter, ever again.
"Get off it!" she snapped and, looking directly into her mother's saucerlike brown eyes, she slid her arms back around the powerful shoulders of the sleek-coated Great Dane and started hunching her pleasured pussy up to him again. "Who's it hurting, huh? If you want to know something, it's damned… mmmmmm… good! Buster's better than any man I've evvv-er had! Okay, go ahead and condemn me if you've got to-oouuu… but Mom, you really ought to try it before you knock it!"
"Meee?! Do a thing like that?! Why, it's… unspeakably perverted!I'd never dream of trying it! How dare you even suggest such a filthy thing to me?! I'm your mother!"
"Oh, what's the use," Becky hissed. Then she closed her gold-flecked brown eyes and, ignoring her shocked mother as best she could, began stroking Buster's arching back as she rocked her flared, womanly hips in time to the deeply penetrating jabs of his steadily shuttling penis.
"I won't watch this… this sordid display of animal lust!"
"Close the door on your… aaahh… way out!" Becky said without opening her eyes.
"I won't have it!" Eunice screamed. "Do you hear me?! I won't have it! Not in my house!"
"I hear you," Becky said. "If you don't lower your voice, the… oh, sweet dick… neighbors will, too!"
Eunice hissed through gritted teeth. She stamped her feet in dismayed frustration. But she didn't want the neighbors to hear her screaming, so she lowered her voice. "Have you no shame?" she asked caustically. "No shame at all?!"