"Man, baby, you're too much. I think I'd like to see more of your kind of action," Jack whispered, rolling off her and scratching his balls.
Not very romantic. But then again Shari wasn't looking for romance… yet. She was experimenting with her body, and Jack seemed a pleasant man to experiment with.
"Oh yes, that would be nice," she chirped, hugging him.
CHAPTER FIVE
"And where have you two been?"
Janet was very angry as she stood in the living room, staring at her daughter and niece.
It was nearly one o'clock in the morning, far too late for young girls to be wandering about. Janet had wanted to go outside and look for the girls, but she had fallen asleep, refreshed by her first big climax in a long, long time. Now she stood there, the symbol of outraged parenthood.
"Oh, Aunt Janet, it's my fault," Wendy said, stepping in front of her tongue-tied cousin.
Wendy had found respect for Shari after learning of her cousin's incredible sexual prowess. It was something the girls didn't talk about until Jack and his buddy had left them off back at the taco stand. They were going to meet the boys in two days – same place, same time.
On the way home Wendy had quizzed Shari and discovered the girl had the same kind of curiosity, the same kind of sexual heat she had. It must be some family trait or something, Wendy thought as she stood there at the front door, knowing her aunt would be hopping mad.
"What?" Janet felt the edge of her anger softening. The two of them stood there so innocently, staring at her. Janet felt dirty, so shamed in front of them. They had stayed at the movies for the second feature, then gone over to an ice cream parlor and got to talking and… yes, she knew how it was when young girls got to talking about boys and other things.
Janet felt her face reddening. As Wendy chattered on, she felt those accusing young eyes judging her, condemning her. Out in the kitchen Janet could hear Bodego rattling around. She winced.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Just go upstairs and get to bed," Janet said, brushing her fingers over her forehead. It was late, she was tired and confused. Wendy and Shari looked at one another, surprised at Janet's sudden surrender. Not wishing to press their luck, both girls ran up the stairs, hardly able to keep from giggling as Janet walked to the bar and poured herself a tall drink.
Janet knew it was going to be a long time, an especially long one, considering just how hotly her cunt was burning. And how her pussy was burning! Bodego had started something, triggered a desire, a forbidden lust in her pussy she couldn't control now.
Tilting the glass, Janet swallowed the cool bourbon. How strange it was… the cooling sensation over her tongue, quickly followed by the tingling, burning feeling down her throat. And then, how it stimulated her clit, made it stand up from the surrounding moist cuntflesh and throb. Janet closed her eyes, her fingers tightening around the glass. She couldn't go through this again, not with her niece and daughter only a few feet away. She could hear them moving around upstairs, one of them having slipped into the bath and turned on the shower.
"No!" She was once more telling herself she wasn't going to give in, wasn't going to let that filthy animal touch her the way he'd touched her earlier this evening. It was too terrible, too horrible to think of.
But then what or who was going to take care of that awful burning itch between her legs? It was time she started thinking of it. Janet realized something had happened this evening, an act that wouldn't or couldn't be reversed. Her cunt had been reawakened. "Ummmm…"
Her belly felt warm, tingly, as she took another swallow of bourbon. Moving away from the bar, Janet held the cool glass against her cheek, sitting down on the sofa. She closed her eyes, resting her head against the back cushion. If only she had the courage to go out and find herself a man – not someone to marry, not someone to love, just find herself a man to fuck!
"Fuck," she murmured, taking another swig of the consoling bourbon.
She needed the feel of strong hands, the sensation of a hard-muscled body pressing hers into a mattress while his dick…
"Oh!"
It was Bodego again, that awful Airedale sniffing around her ankles. Hadn't he had enough? Hadn't he shamed her sufficiently?
"Get away from… ohhhhh!"
She spilled her drink on the couch. The touch of the animal's snout against her leg drove her up the wall. He knew she was in heat.
Closing her eyes, Janet let her head fall back on the sofa cushion again. She felt her gown opening along the bottom, felt her knees spreading apart. She was inviting the dog to do his awful thing. Once more she was opening herself to him, pulling her gown up her thighs, exposing her moist, dark red pussymeat to his eyes.
Janet sucked in a ragged breath the moment his tongue touched her right inner thigh. He was licking tentatively, one forepaw braced on the front edge of the sofa seat. She heard his breathing – that strangely wonderful uneven breathing that made her gasp with delight.
Overhead, she heard the girls running from room to room. Somehow the thought of having them so near was exciting to her. The danger of discovery, the thought that at any moment Shari or Wendy could peep over the handrail upstairs and catch her sitting there, head tilted back, knees spread wide open with her gown halved. Wouldn't Shari get the surprise of her life! Her daughter, she knew, always thought her a prude!
"No, get away, awful dog!"
What had she done! God, it had to be the liquor, that bourbon that was catching her off-guard. Her daughter and niece were nearby. One look from them could destroy her life.
Janet curled her fingers into two tight fists, digging the nails into her palms. She was going to fight this thing, going to triumph over her itchy cunt if it was the last thing she could do – Janet stiffened one leg, kicking the surprised Airedale in the chest. He scooted back, barking in confusion while his knobby red boner shrank into his cock sheath.
"Hey, Mom, anything wrong down there?" Shari called from the top of the stairs.
Shari must have heard Bodego barking! Janet calmed herself down, relieved now that the big animal had retreated back to the kitchen.
"No, nothing dear. Just go to bed."
Janet waited until she heard the doors close. This was going to be a long night. But she wasn't going to give in this time! She was going to fight it!
"Oh God," Janet cried, getting up and feeling her knees wobbling. She was hot, so very, very hot, so sensitive. Soon Shari and Wendy would be asleep. Nothing would disturb them. She could sneak down here when the lights were out, sit naked – stark naked – in the living room with her legs spread wide across the sofa cushion while Bodego feasted on her juicy cunt! What heaven that would be, feeling his sloppy tongue lapping up her juices…
"Oh no!"
Janet clamped her hands over her face. She wasn't going to surrender this time. Setting down the empty glass, she rushed to the stairs, gripping the handrail tightly. Every pulse from her aching cunt robbed her of strength.
"Got to get upstairs," she whispered, closing her eyes and breathing with difficulty.
Somehow, some way, Janet climbed the stairs, the silken wet rub of her cuntlips against one another more than once making her stop.
Once in her room, Janet felt better, safer, safe from herself, from that pursuing, hungry animal.
"God help me," she whispered, turning off the lights and falling on the bed.
Sleep came with difficulty.
Janet sank into the comforting darkness of unconsciousness, her last thoughts being of her husband and that powerful Airedale in the kitchen and how the two of them had given her the most powerful climaxes of her life!
Several hours passed.