"Lick me, Shadow!" she shrieked. "Lick me! Oh, God! Uuunnnggghhh! You're making me do it! I'm going to! Aaaggghhh! Oh, please, Shadow! Please!"
She was writhing and twisting on the big bed and rubbing her legs on the furry animal's back. She pulled her hands up, covered her titties, and began kneading the firm mounds as she squirmed and hunched.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! I can't stand it! Aaaggghhh! Oh, God! Doggie! Doggie! Aaarrrggghhh! I'm going to! Now! Now! Ooohhh!"
Orgasm exploded inside her, sending thundering surges out to her limbs. She twitched and quivered and bright lights popped behind her closed eyelids like flashbulbs. The delicious sensation made her dizzy for a moment, then it subsided.
"Oh, Shadow!" The dog was still licking at her cunt as she sat up quickly and shoved him away. "That's enough. They'll be back any minute. I've got to get my panties on." She grabbed the white bikinis off the floor and quickly pulled them up her legs.
"Oh, no!" She had reached over to pick up the letter and picture and saw Shadow's long red cock sticking out under his belly. It was shiny and pointed and bigger than she would ever have believed.
"You've got to get outside!" she moaned as she replaced the letter on the desk. "C'mon, boy. Let's go." Grabbing him by the collar, she tugged and wrestled him toward the door.
Sharon quickly found that the back entrance went out from the downstairs recreation room. She pushed the animal outside, slammed the door, and heaved a sigh of relief. If the Mortons came home and saw their dog hard, they would surely know what must have happened. Or at least suspect it. She rubbed her forehead briefly with worry, then started for the stairs. She wanted to get to her suitcase and get a dry pair of panties on before they returned.
When she reached the bottom of the steps, she stopped and turned. The rec room was large, but not nearly the size of the house above. There was a pool table and a bar and the walls were paneled with wood around the entire room except for one door. It was painted a bright red. She went over to try it, found that the big brass knob was locked, then shrugged her shoulders and went upstairs.
With an eye and car peeled, Sharon opened her suitcase in the hallway and changed panties. Then she went to the bathroom, peed, and straightened her sweater and skirt. It wasn't until she had returned to the living room and sat down that her concern over the dog left her and she remembered the letters and pictures.
"What in the hell can they be doing?" she wondered aloud… "Are they just sending for pictures? No, they can't be, because… because!" She recalled the last letter, the one about pictures of young stuff. Young who? Patty? Chuck? What the hell were they talking about? She shuddered and sighed, unable to conceive that the Mortons would have anything to do with things like that. She was still pondering it when they came home.
"Well, now, that didn't take long, did, it?" Allan said cheerfully from the hallway. He had another pile of mail in his hands, but these were tied with string. "Let me stick this stuff away and get organized. It's about lunch time, isn't it, Ruth?"
"Yeah, I'll get to it in a minute." The woman came into the living room, dropped her purse on the floor, then slumped into a chair. "God, I hate mornings like this." She looked at her children who had just come in. "You two go and get washed for lunch. And change into old clothes."
"Okay. We're all set." Allan came back into the room, lit a cigarette, then stretched out on the couch. "Well, Sharon, did your folks get off okay?"
The girl nodded. "Yes. They left early this morning. That's why I didn't wait 'til noon to come over. They didn't want me to hang around the apartment."
"Well, that's no problem," Allan said cheerfully. "Tell us. What do you think of your new father?"
As Sharon went on to hesitantly explain her feelings about Jack, she couldn't help but wonder about the Mortons at the same time. Allan was a tall, good-looking man with broad shoulders. And he always seemed to have a smile on his face. His wife was only a little taller than herself, but she had a fantastic figure and long shapely legs. The young girl still found it difficult to believe that they could be involved with those pictures in the bedroom.
"So that's about it, I guess," Sharon finished. "We get along pretty good."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, dear," Ruth said. She stood up and pulled her dress down to get the wrinkles out. "I'll go get some lunch ready. I hope you like leftovers."
"Oh, they're fine. Anything is fine."
Sharon watched intently as Allan got up, turned on the TV for the early news and sat down again. She couldn't help but glance cautiously at the fly of his pants and wonder whether his cock was as big as those in the pictures. She would give anything to be able to see it. But she was sure she would never have a chance. They had always treated her like a daughter and he would never expose himself to her like that.
They all sat down to the dining room table for lunch, and when Sharon took a close look at Patty, she thought the girl looked awfully pale. While they ate, everyone made the standard honeymoon jokes that weren't too dirty, and with the exception of Patty, they all seemed to be in good spirits. When they were through, Ruth told her daughter to go to bed and rest for a while.
"Why don't you go keep her company, Sharon? I'll take care of the dishes. We have a few things to do this afternoon anyway, so we won't be able to chat for a while. Patty has some games in her room that you might like."
"Oh, sure." Sharon got up and slid her chair under the table. "C'mon, Patty. I'll tell you about this real heavy album I got last week."
"Okay. Do I have to stay in bed long, Mom?"
"Just a couple of hours, dear. We'll be through by then, and we can think of something to do."
Patty led the way down the hall to her room and Sharon followed. There were twin beds inside, and everything was done in blue and white, including the rug. Patty stretched out on one bed, but listened with interest to Sharon's chatter about records for only a few moment. Her eyelids dropped slowly, and before Sharon had stopped speaking, she was obviously asleep.
Well, what do I do now? Sharon thought. She lay back on the bed and crossed her legs. I wonder what's so important they have to do this afternoon? I wonder if it's got anything to do with those pictures?
She had been lying there for less than ten minutes when she heard footsteps in the hallway. It sounded as though a three of them were heading for the basement door. She was sure when she heard them clumping down the stairs.
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I hope the dog isn't hard any more."
She jumped from the bed and crossed the room to press her ear against the door. When she could hear no shouts or loud voices, she felt she was safe, and relaxed. "Might as well go down and join them," she mumbled, turning the knob. "Nothing to do up here."
She closed the door silently behind her, then walked down the hall to the stairway leading to the rec room.
Sharon made no effort to conceal her presence until she reached the bottom of the steps and saw that the red door was partly open. She heard Allan speaking. She seemed to know instinctively that something was going on, and pressed herself against the wall, out of sight, to listen.
"Oh, let's not shut the door, hon," Ruth was saying, her voice so muffled in the other room that it was difficult for Sharon to make out the words. "It's too hot today. The girls won't come down. They'll stay upstairs like I told them."
There was silence for a moment, then Allan said, "Oh, okay. It shouldn't take too long anyway. Since Patty isn't here, we can't do too much. Chuck, check the camera, will you?"
The word "camera" caught Sharon's attention immediately, and her first thought was that they might be taking pictures like the ones upstairs. She had to find out. Bending low, she scurried over behind the pool table, paused, then crawled stealthily to the door.