Chapter 1

Jackie Granger stood behind the wing chair, nervously eyeing the clock above the fireplace, listening to the steady ticking that seemed to grow louder and more irritating with each passing second. It was difficult for her to be here, away from the familiar things of her house; here with her sister Evelyn, and Evelyn's two daughters and one son.

Evelyn had meant well, inviting Jackie up here to the high chaparral country after Jackie's marriage to Doug had fallen to pieces. Evelyn was trying to be a good sister, an understanding woman comforting the spurned wife. But little if anything could take away the terrible bitterness souring Jackie's life. And the loneliness!

Even here, Jackie felt deserted, isolated from even her close sister! How could she tell Evelyn that all this comfort bored and irritated her! Worse - it made the moist, crawly feeling in her heated cunt seem more itchy and overwhelming than ever!

Jackie curled her fingers into the green brocade material, her knees braced against the back of the chair, trembling against one another. It wouldn't be so awful if there were some reason for her horniness. But there it was, that sly feeling of sexual arousal, that throbbing itch that ached its way through her pussy, making her slick cunt-walls buckle now and then, while her clit began to rise slowly from the surrounding slick flesh. There was no way she could deal with this - not here, not in front of her sister and her nieces and nephews!

What was worse, Jackie thought, was that dog - that... that awful German Shepherd, slinking around the big, two-story, white wooden farmhouse, eyeing her, even touching her at times with his tongue. There was something in his stare, something in his eyes that made Jackie think he was laughing at her. It was silly, she knew.

But Jackie thought there were times when the dog showed more than a slight intelligence, especially when her sister, Evelyn, was looking the other way. That was when he touched her with his nose, rubbing it against the soft spots behind her knees, licking her ankles and bringing a hot, itchy rush to her pussy. Then she had to close her eyes and push away that sensation with what seemed to be a physical effort. It left her panting - panting nearly as heavily as the animal stalking her through the house.

Jackie shook her head, closing her knees together while squeezing her ass-cheeks. It was nice, very, very nice, to feel that subtle, slick rub of one cunt-lip against the other as she rocked her thighs back and forth. A hot dew dotted her cunt- hairs. Maybe she should have a drink. Some Scotch might take away the need to have something - something or someone - touching her pussy.

Doug! That was the one and only thing he was good for. Whatever he was, her ex-husband was a super-pistol in the sack, always fucking her, always satisfying her in the most exotic of ways. Even now, the tall, firm-titted blonde had to admit Doug was a master in the ways of fucking. It was just all the other things - the unemployment, the infidelity with her best friend's daughter, all the other lines - that finally drove her from his side.

Now she was fine, away from the turmoil of her bad marriage. Alone, and lusting after her sister's large black and white German Shepherd. The bitter irony of all this made Jackie set her teeth firmly against each other, drawing in a deep breath and wishing her newly adopted family would come back from the theater soon. At least, with people around, Jackie was relatively certain Bodego wouldn't try anything.

"Oh!"

The sound! She knew all too well what that sound was! The light clatter of his claws against the kitchen floor, the skitter of his paws as he approached the living room.

Jackie tensed, her heartbeat increasing so much that she thought she would have a stroke. The attractive, trembling woman didn't want to turn, didn't want to face the doorway leading to the darkened corridor. She knew Bodego was standing there, watching her, wondering if she were ready to capitulate to him.

This is silly, Jackie thought. A dog! A damned dog doing this to her! She was acting as if she were some teenaged deviate, thinking about satisfying her cunt when she had had one of the best lovers in the western world. Perhaps she would walk right by him, up the stairs to her small room, and sit in the corner, thumbing through some magazine until her sister arrived. Then she would announce she was driving back to Los Angeles, back to her apartment where she would lead the swinging life of a single woman.

Jackie turned her head, letting out a bitter laugh. Behind her, she could hear the dog creeping into the living room - that slow, padding sound drawing delicious tingles from the stretched skin around her stiffening nipples.

Jackie looked again at the clock, trying to remember what her sister had said about returning. Ten? Eleven?

The dog was behind her now, sniffing at her. She could hear him, hear his black nostrils wrinkling, smelling her hot pussy! The thought of Bodego whiffing her itchy cunt made her pulse increase a hundredfold!

Jackie was scratching her long nails against the brocade material of the chair now, breathing in short, shallow pants, wondering what was going to happen next. She and the German Shepherd had never been alone - not like this. Not with so much time for something to happen between them.

Just that thought, just the idea of something possibly going on between her and that handsome animal behind her, made Jackie more vulnerable, more acceptable to the thought of letting Bodego touch her. She thought of orgasms, climaxes, all those wonderful things that followed being fucked by a handsome, stud-like man.

Jackie ground her teeth, letting out small, wild sounds as Bodego inched closer to the backs of her legs. Jackie closed her eyes, half of her praying the dog would somehow disappear from her life, the other wanting to feel the slick touch of his tongue against her flesh. Her cunt-lips crinkled together, the juice deliciously dampening the electric-blue crotch of her dampened panties. Bodego licked over her skin, licking a silvery path of spit from her ankle up to her calf.

Jackie shivered, and her knees buckled under that wonderful, delightful touch. She smiled weakly with relief, as if some difficult decision had finally been made.

"Bodego, this is wrong! Please, please, go away!"

The dog wasn't fooled. Even as she told him to get away, the woman could hear the nervousness in her voice, the lie that was so obvious.

But could she go through with something as bizarre as this? she wondered. She had heard about women doing this sort of thing. But wasn't that in Mexico? And wasn't that for a considerable sum of money?

Jackie's knees trembled as she turned toward the beast. There he was, his legs braced against the shag carpeting, his bushy tail wagging, his pointy ears cocked forward, picking up the slightest sound she made. He tilted his head to one side, his long, pink tongue hanging out over the pointy fangs lining his mouth.

He looked friendly, even harmless. But there was something in his eyes, that look Jackie had thought of earlier, that told her he had something else besides doggie biscuits in mind.

"This is impossible!" she whispered hotly, putting one icy hand to her forehead and feeling just how hot and aroused she was. "This isn't going to work. It just isn't going to work!"

Bodego pushed forward, sliding his tongue over her flesh again, arousing a desperate cry of delight from the confused woman. She leaned heavily against the chair, her tits pillowing against the back.

The crawling, itchy feeling between her thighs had turned into a sensation of burning flame. She wanted to feel Bodego touch her there, there between her white, shivering thighs. She wanted to feel his warm fur rubbing up against her flesh, his paws braced against her hips instead of the carpeting, his mouth dipping down into her blonde, drippy cunt-thicket between her legs. She want him to lick her into ecstasy.

Doug had done that - had eaten her cunt, making her cum several times before squeezing his fat hunk of cock-meat into her pussy. How she would squeal at those times, wondering why the neighbors in the next apartment weren't hammering their fists against the wall in anger. Perhaps they had been listening, growing excited while she and her husband fucked late into the night. She would imagine that at times - all the apartment tenants fucking with the same desperate tempo as she, cum splashing around like waves while she and Doug enjoyed each other.

And now there was that beast below, licking her, nudging her. What did he want? Jackie wondered. Was she supposed to get down on her hands and knees like some bitch and wag her naked ass in front of him? Or, more sensibly, should she just pick up her pride and stalk from the room, leaving Bodego panting while she kept her sanity?