Janet was sound asleep.
Wendy was exhausted, having fucked Jack's friend like a wild woman.
Only Shari was awake, lying naked in bed, the silver moonlight illuminating her young body with an eerie glow. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened to her that night at Griffith Park. The rock band was still playing when she and Jack had met Wendy and walked back to the car. None of them talked much as they drove down the winding, narrow road back to the city. But Shari wanted to shout, to scream to every stranger she saw on the sidewalk about what had happened to her. She felt wonderful – strangely wonderful. Something had been missing in her life. And now, Shari felt, she had found it.
Her pussy was trembling now as she lay alone in her bed, convulsing at the slightest thought of Jack. Shari closed her eyes and dug her fingernails into her shivering thighs.
"Ohhhh…" Then she stopped her moan, turning her head and seeing if Wendy had heard her. No, her cousin was sleeping soundly, her even breaths accented every now and then by a soft moan.
Shari blushed. How wicked they had been, lying to her mother like that, then going out and and throwing themselves at two complete strangers. Well, the boys weren't strangers now. Another moan. Shari giggled, covering her mouth, squirming on the wrinkled topsheet as she thought about Jack, thinking about how his balls felt bumping against her asscheeks, about how his cockhead felt as it pushed against her clit, driving her half crazy with lust.
"Ohhhh…"
It was impossible to sleep. Maybe some hot milk would help her.
Shari glanced over at Wendy again. Wendy was on her belly, naked, her taut buttocks gleaming in the white light. She was making small fucking movements, her hands wedged between her thighs and the groaning bed. Shari knew Wendy was dreaming no doubt about what had happened that night in the park!
Shari swung her legs over the side and stood up, deciding not to throw a gown over her. No one would be up. No one would see her. Tiptoeing out, she slipped into the long, dark hall.
Shari passed her mother's door and stopped. No sound. The girl continued on, reaching the top of the stairs and starting to descend to the living room, not aware that Bodego was at the bottom, staring up at her naked body.
CHAPTER SIX
How strange it was to move through the darkened living room without a stitch on! Her heart was beating fast as she walked past the sofa toward the kitchen. Shari knew she didn't need a warm glass of milk now. She needed someone like Jack, a man to touch her, to hold her, to take her in his arms and guide her back to bed where he'd fuck her!
Fucking. The thought brought her to a stop. She stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the wall, rubbing her upper arms. Was it always going to be this way? Was she always going to be thinking about fucking, about men? Was she turning into some kind of nympho?
Shari's thoughts were interrupted. She saw something moving near the sofa and froze. Darkness had always terrified the young girl. She nearly screamed as the hulking shape grew closer and closer. It was only when the big Airedale trotted close that Shari relaxed, almost laughing at her fears.
"Ohhh, you crazy, crazy dog," she said, bending down and scratching him behind the ears.
How good and warm and soft his fur felt against her body. Shari hugged him close, sighing, as her tits brushed over his back. She was scratching his jaw when the Airedale turned his head around suddenly and drew his long sloppy tongue over her nipples.
"Ohhh…"
That warm wet touch was unexpected.
Shari shrank back, getting to her feet and staring down at the dog. She criss-crossed her arms protectively over her tits. He had licked her with that tongue. And something inside the young girl had responded. She had felt her pussy tremble when Bodego had touched her nipple with his tongue.
"Oh, bad dog."
She moved away from him, turning and starting to walk into the kitchen. Shari was thinking about Jack once more, thinking about how she would have reacted if he had licked her in that way, had brushed his tongue over her tit. For a second she thought of his wide mouth, of his lips. What wouldn't she give right now to feel him sucking on her nipples, even sucking on her cunt!
Cunt-sucking! She stopped again near the refrigerator, leaning against the cool surface while another particularly powerful spasm rushed through her cunt. She was hot, very very hot! Juice was running out of her hole, dotting the fur-lined edges of her pussylips, trickling down her thighs to her ankles. Shari had never felt like this before. The itchy throbbing had turned almost into an achey throb!
Tentatively the young blonde teen dropped one hand to her crotch, curling her fingers, letting her sharp nails trace the puffy edges of her cuntlips. Even that light touch, that feathery feel along the slick surfaces, drove her half-mad.
She moved her feet along the tiled floor, reaching the sink. Holding onto the cool porcelain edge, Shari stared out the small window that looked out into the backyard. Maybe she should go outside and breathe the fresh air. She had to do something. It was impossible for her to return to bed now in this condition, and no amount of warm milk was going to help.
"Ohhh!"
It was Bodego again. He had followed her in from the living room and was brushing up against her legs. This time Shari didn't bother sending him away. That sexy feel of his fur against her flesh made her shiver. She felt her nipples stiffen, felt her breath catch as her chest tightened and her mouth went dry. What was happening to her? It was as if Jack were right here in the kitchen, exciting her with his hands, his legs, his chest, his cock! Only this time it was the dog, that damned dog rubbing up against her, breathing against her legs!
Shari tightened her grip on the sink, swaying back and forth. Lewd thoughts ran wild through her confused mind. What was happening to her? She could feel the sexual heat in her pussy. She felt that strange hot dampness, felt her flesh singing with sexuality while perspiration coated her skin. She was growing excited from just the touch of that animal. An animal. That's what he was. Her pet, nothing more. And yet he was turning her on.
"Unhhhh…"
In all her wildest imaginings, Shari hadn't expected Bodego's next move. He braced his paws widely apart on the floor, twisting his head around and stretching out his tongue. There was the hot wet brush of his mouth over her lower asscheeks. Then that tongue slipped up, up into her cuntal crack. The effect was immediate and all-consuming.
Shari felt her knees buckle, hit the wooden doors of the sink cabinet. She hung on to the porcelain counter as the dog whimpered, swarming around her feet.
"Oh no, no, you can't!" she cried.
She stared out the window. It was so quiet, so peaceful out there. The branches of the two oaks in the garden created a spiderweb appearance in front of the window while the full moon silvered all the flowers and plants in her mother's garden. It was so beautiful, wonderful. And yet she was inside here letting the dog do this awful thing to her.
"Oh no, no…"
As the throbbing in her cunt continued, as the dog kept licking her ankles, moving his tongue up at times to divide her soppy cuntlips, Shari felt more and more inclined to let him have his way.
"Oh, bad dog," she whispered, rubbing her thighs together.
Cunt-juice was running down her thighs now as Bodego whimpered and whined around her. His claws pattered over the tiled kitchen floor while his tongue slipped up and down over the backs of her thighs. What was she doing? What on earth could she be thinking of? Shari found herself bending down, pressing her knees against the cabinet beneath the sink while holding tightly onto the counter. She was lowering her ass, wagging it back and forth. It was shameless, degrading!
It was dream-like. The fuzzy thick darkness surrounding her, the silvered unreality of the garden outside, the stillness except for Bodego's sloppy tongue licking her body, it was more a dream than reality.