Sunshine brightened her bedroom. Carol opened her eyes to it, looking vacantly around until she saw Sultan's big, stretched-out form on the floor beside her. As always, his presence gave her a warm, protected feeling, but then as she lay there open-eyed for a short moment, an unpleasantness began to spread through her.
Her head throbbed. She remembered it was Saturday … and then, she began to recall much more. Abruptly, the blonde-haired girl sat nakedly upright in her bed and glanced over at the empty space beside her. The indentation in the pillow was evidence enough if she still needed it! Peg had been there … there was even a strand of dark brown hair clinging to the pillow-slip!
The whole shameful picture came flooding back in waves of shocking mental scenes, like something out of a pornographic book, her resisting brain rejecting each and every sequence at first, then reluctantly admitting to their individual truths as she began to vividly remember. But in final hope for escape, the naked girl kicked back the sheet and looked down between her spread thighs at the cum-soaked blonde curls tightly sprinkling her young loins. With discerning fingers, Carol began to examine, immediately detecting the bruised soreness of her fleshy vaginal lips, and then the more intense irritation of her sensitive vagina! God, he had! He had done it to her! She'd let Sultan fuck her …! Her own dog!
In itself, the knowledge that she'd allowed her beautiful pet to make love to her played a very unimportant part in the guilt Carol Dorsett felt as she came from the bath after showering for a full thirty- minutes. It was the realization that all of her other mentally recalled scenes were just as true … those forbidden acts with Peggy, and they had been utterly obscene … it was those shockingly lewd memories that were tearing at her self-appalled mind!
She'd been drunk … not to blame! Peg had taken lustful advantage of her! She was a lesbian, of course, and knew how to seduce a normal girl under the influence of liquor! She, herself, had been the perfect dupe, passionate and hungering for sexual love … what else?
God, she could never face that girl again … not after what she'd done … licking her cunt and sticking her finger up Peggy's anus … actually sucking her clitoris when the older girl was cumming! Not that the act itself was so bad … but the way Peggy had lured her into it when she was drunk …!
Carol brushed feverishly at her long blonde hair as the lurid scenes unfolded graphically now again and again in her self-deploring mind, the tight little tangles in her silken tresses almost as difficult for her to eliminate as the unwanted knowledge of her unnatural acts with Peggy. Beside her lay Sultan, looking up with innocent eyes, waiting for just a word of love.
«Oh darling, Carol isn't angry with you!» she said, hunching down to stroke his massive head, her tight green shorts pulling too snugly against the sensitive soreness up between her thighs. She straightened up and slipped on a loose, over-blouse. In a way, she was sorry now that she'd asked Mark Cannon for dinner … but how could she have known that this was ever going to happen?
Sultan rose to his feet and lovingly brushed against her. The feel of his heavy body rubbing hotly along her thigh made her remember again. God, what a breathtaking experience her darling had been! Even with all the rest …! Peggy had been right!
«Come on, baby? Let's go get some breakfast,» she smiled down at him, the aspirin she'd gulped beginning to soothe the ache in her head. «Jonny used to say that nothing is as bad as it's painted … and maybe, it isn't. Come on, darling, let's cook up a bushel of eggs and bacon …!»