Chapter 3
Rhoda tapped her fingers nervously on the kitchen table. Marcie should have been home hours ago. It was nearly seven-thirty. Her daughter had been increasingly difficult to handle. But she wouldn't have stayed out this long without a phone call or at least a note!
The attractive nurse put both hands to her mouth, sighing deeply, wondering if she should call the police. She hated to put them on a false track. But really, this was going too far even for Marcie.
Brushing away her fears, Rhoda reached for the receiver, then dropped her hand. No, she could just see her daughter's face, red with anger, as two armed policemen escorted her to the door. Already Marcie had told her she was too old-fashioned, not letting her go out as often as she wanted.
"Oh!"
Rhoda jumped, nearly overturning the kitchen table chair she was sitting on. A noise in the doorway startled her. Oh, it was only the dog.
"Come here, Rex. That's a good boy," she crooned, scratching the large Irish Setter's ears. At least this was one being that didn't turn away from her. How it hurt Rhoda to see her daughter growing distant from her. She'd given her life to raise Marcie Everything she did, she did for her daughter. And now the teenager was...she didn't want to think about it any more. Petting the big dog's head, Rhoda straightened up, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. She decided to climb out of her white nurse's uniform, take a shower, then see if her daughter had returned home. If not, she'd call the cops.
"No, no!" she said, smacking Rex lightly on the head.
He was swirling around her feet, rubbing his body up against her ankles, even licking her behind her knee. Rex whined, stopping at the foot of the stairs and tilting his head to one side. Rhoda climbed halfway up, turning around and shaking her finger at him again.
"No, bad boy. You stay down there and guard the house," she said.
As she resumed her climb upstairs, Rhoda made a mental note to check with the vet later on. Rex was acting awfully strangely lately. He kept rubbing up against her, licking her hands and feet, almost climbing on top of her one day when she was bending down in the kitchen searching for something. Surely he must be sick. Surely...and yet there was something else bothering her besides the dog and her daughter, some nagging thought she couldn't brush away as she entered her bedroom and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. A feeling brought on by the dog.
"No, you're not so bad-looking, Rhoda," she said softly as she reached behind her neck to unzip her uniform.
Men. Once again someone had made a pass at her. At least it wasn't some filthy laundryman. This time it was Dr. Jack Warner, one of the hospital's hot-shot interns. It's amazing how fast they work, she thought, stepping out of her form-fitting outfit, then reaching down and peeling off her panties. They had only gone two floors and he was already pawing her. Rhoda tried to push him off her without offending him. After all, she depended upon the good will of the medical staff to make her job easy.
But Jack Warner was insistent, rubbing her ass with one hand while touching her tits with the other. Her pussy warmed to him, grew so hot and moist that she nearly fainted from the sudden feeling. It was something she'd told herself she would never feel again. No, she was too busy raising a daughter and building a career. But there it was, sex raising its ugly head in the hospital elevator. Once she thought she felt his hot dick brushing against her leg. But, of course, that was an illusion.
Finally she got rid of him by promising a date for next week. Having reached behind her and unhooking her bra, Rhoda looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she could understand why Jack Warner and others have been after her. She was still a good-looking woman for thirty-four-hell, for any age. Her thighs were still slim and firm, not blotched with ugly stretchmarks. Her full tits rested high on her chest, her dark-red nipples stiff just from her thoughts on Jack Warner and his pass in the elevator. Between her thighs was a thick bush of blonde cuntal hairs, just behind which she could make out the dark pink, moist lips of her cunt.
Yes, yes, she could see why men were after her. Her fingers trailed lightly along her tits, barely touching her nipples, then ran down her navel to her cunt-hairs. Oh, how good it felt to brush her fingertips over her pussy-hairs. The subtle movement of her fingers against her swelling cunt lips made the woman shiver with delight. All these years without once having gone to bed with a man. She must have been crazy! Now she could see her foolishness. As she stood there stark naked in the middle of her bedroom, she began to realize just how foolish she'd been. Surely there would have been ways to go out with a man without upsetting Marcie. She'd been so nervous about that, about her dating having an adverse effect on her daughter.
Well, all that was over. Marcie was old enough to understand. She'd been perhaps overly strict with the girl. There was no sense in her being a hypocrite. Yes, she'd ease up on her daughter, let Marcie do more of what she wanted to.
Marcie! The thought of her absent daughter brought her back to reality. She'd shower quickly, then call the police. Surely something must have happened to her!
Throwing a light gown over her shoulders, Rhoda opened the door.
"Oh!" she screamed, reeling back into the bedroom.
Rex had scared the hell out of her.
"What...what on earth's the matter with you?" Rhoda panted, clutching her gown tightly around her waist. For some reason she was terribly frightened of the animal now. "Get away, get back downstairs. You're not supposed to be up here."
But Rex stayed, his paws braced on the carpeting, his forelegs spread widely apart. A low, steady growl came from his throat. Rhoda's eyes widened. Had he gone mad? Was he going to attack her? She'd read of Dobermans who attacked their masters, but Irish Setters were supposed to be a gentle breed. He couldn't really be thinking of tearing into her body. No, no, this couldn't be happening to her!
"No!"
The dog moved forward, his head lowered, his long tongue dripping with saliva. Rhoda backed away, Finally feeling the edge of the bed. She couldn't go any farther.
"No, no, don't...don't, Rex," she said pleadingly in a small voice.
Rex barked, then moved in for the kill. He jumped, his forepaws hitting her upper thighs. Rhoda screamed, falling backward. Her arms flew out to either side while her legs kicked up and out. Her gown fell open, exposing her cunt and tits. She had barely hit the bed when the Setter was on top of her, his paws on her thighs.
Rhoda looked up terrified. He was on top of her, mounting her like a conqueror. Strangely she felt a weird kind of excitement between her legs. Perhaps it was all that thinking about Dr. Warner that was still arousing her cunt. The woman didn't know. All she knew now was that her pussy was swelling and growing hot while the animal was on top of her.
"No, don't-"
The Irish Setter nosed into her cunt, licking at the bottoms of her swollen outer cunt lips.
Rhoda screamed in disbelief, dropping her head to the bed and arching her back while her fingers curled against the coverlet. Her legs jerked apart while wild flashes of excitement soared up through her clit, then radiated out to all parts of her body. The touch of his snout followed by his warm wet tongue was unbelievable! She wriggled her ass, feeling the dog's spit ooze into her cuntal crack. What was going on?
"Uhhhhhh no, don't-" .
Her voice had changed. The terror was gone, replaced by something else. She hadn't sounded that excited, that aroused for a long, long time. This all had to be a dream. Things like this just didn't happen to normal women. She was normal, wasn't she? She hadn't done anything to encourage the animal to...to do this horrible thing to her. When his tongue slopped up the full length of her crack, touching her clit, Rhoda managed to get up and scoot away.
"No, no, get away," she said, kicking back at he whining dog.
Rex whimpered, bounding fully on the bed, his bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side. Peering closely at the animal, she could see his cock sliding out of its hairy sheath, looking red and slick! Rhoda got the picture quickly!
"Get away from me!" she said, feeling a little sick to her stomach.
She swung her legs over the edge, wondering why she felt so weak as she stood up. The dog pursued her, trotting to the doorway and getting there just as she did.
"Get away from me," she growled, kicking him in the chest.
Rex howled and backed away. Rhoda opened the door, then slammed it shut, trapping the Irish Setter inside.
"Dear God," she breathed, resting heavily against the wall.
She heard her breath coming in shallow, uneven pants. Had he excited her? Had his touch aroused her pussy even more than it was? Rhoda held her head in both hands, moaning softly. Maybe it was everything...her encounter with Jack Warner today, her daughter's disappearance. All these events were confusing her mind, making her feel things she shouldn't.
Rhoda walked unsteadily to the bathroom. She needed a shower, some cold water to temper her thoughts.
"Oh, hell."
The dog had torn her gown. Rhoda shrugged it off, bent down and turned on the water. Stepping into the shower tub, she let a cool spray of water wash over her pussy. Immediately she felt a pang of protest from between her legs.
Shaking the woman reached up and concentrated the spray of the shower nozzle on her cunt. No, she couldn't be feeling arousal with that animal around. Now she knew what he was up to, what all that rubbing had been about. He wanted to mount her, to. . . to fuck her! The thought sickened Rhoda.
As she twisted under the cool spray, reaching out and taking the soap from its dish and lathering the spots where Rex had touched, Rhoda thought about the dog. Animals were perceptive, more perceptive than people gave them credit for. Could he have picked something up, something that told him she was ready for..."No!"
That was absurd. Turning off the water, stepping from the shower and toweling herself dry, Rhoda told herself all this had been some terrible accident. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to laugh. It was ridiculous, her being terrified of a dumb animal.
"Marcie..."
Thoughts of her daughter filtered into her mind. Rhoda slipped on the torn gown, examining the rip and deciding it would be a relatively easy matter mending it. She stepped into the darkened hall, then caught her breath. The bedroom door was opened. She hadn't closed it well when she had escaped earlier. And standing there in the middle of the corridor was Rex.
"Oh no!"
Rhoda turned, deciding to flee into the bathroom. But the dog was faster. Rhoda reached out, stumbling forward, falling to her knees five feet from the bathroom door. A shock of fear raced through her body. "No, away..."
The Irish Setter was licking her feet, then moving up to her thighs. She swung back with both hands. Rex was fast, ducking the blows, then going back to his lapping. The feel of his tongue going back and forth over her flesh gave her goose pimples. She hugged the gown tightly to her tits and started crawling away.
"Uhhh!"
Rex opened his jaws, closing them tightly around her left ankle. He was keeping her there, preventing her from escaping by holding her with his fangs!
The woman let out a wail of despair. The touch of his fangs was just sharp enough to let her know who was boss. Boss? A dog? Rhoda laughed, then her laughter was choked off by a groan as his tongue started edging higher. No, she couldn't let this go on much longer. How could she ever look at herself again?
"Away, get away," she repeated.
Somehow Rhoda got to her feet again and stumbled toward the bathroom. But Rex was under her again, tripping her with his body. Everything swam around in her mind as she pitched forward and fell to the floor a second time. Her torn gown fell open, hanging loosely from her shaking shoulders.
"No, no, ughhhh, noooo..."
The woman was on her ass with her knees raised up and sagging apart. Between them stood the Irish Setter, his proud handsome head buried in her cuntal thicket. He was having himself a feast, lapping up the juices she could no longer keep inside her swollen-open cunt. Yes, yes, it felt electric and wild!
Rhoda couldn't fight the warmth climbing up her belly, a warmth that made her cunt boil over with juice and made her nipples hard and long. When his tongue slopped over her snatch, the effect was electric. She sensed the tension in her body building more and more. The woman reached up and touched her nipples with both hands, rubbing those sensitive tips. The feel of her nipples made those juices seep out even more.
Oh, she was responding quickly to the dog, rocking her hips, feeling that buttery heat spread. Yes, yes, all the desire she had bottled up for the past ten years or so was coming out in a rush, flooding out with her juices, being lapped by a Goddamned animal!
"Yes! Yes!"
She licked her dry lips, tossing her head from side to side. She pinched her nipples harder, moving her ass around in frantic circles, feeling the prickly carpet tease her asscrack.
"Ohhh no...oh God!"
She was opening herself up to him, actually inviting the dog to lick her, perhaps to do something more to her. Thoughts of her daughter, of society, even of Jack Warner, disappeared. She had fallen back on the floor, rolling her head from side to side while her knees fell farther apart.
"Fuck, fuck."
It was a word she hadn't said for a long time, not since she'd been to bed with Marcie's father so long ago. Now, it seemed like the right thing to say, the right thing to excite this animal between her white shivering thighs. And who cared, who really cared about how she got off? It had been so long since she'd felt these particular thrills, the ones that drove all thoughts from her mind except those concerned with fucking! Fucking! Yes, fucking-the best thing in the world!
"UGHHHH!"
Her cunt lips opened up as Rex lapped hungrily at them. He pulled back. Then he nuzzled his black cold nose between her cunt lips, whining, gouging his claws against her inner thighs. He was smelling and tasting her pussy, lapping at her juices, then sticking his furry muzzle into her hole and trying to get more out. Then gently the Irish Setter's long tongue was on her clit, touching the tiny sensitive organ and making her shudder with wild delight.
The woman raised her pussy up to the animal as if she were feeding him. It was so wonderfully uninhibited! How she pranced her ass for his tongue, wanted it inside her cunt now. Yes, yes, she wanted him. Her former reluctance disappeared under her growing sexual heat.