Becky and the Beasts: Part 1

Part 1: Feeding the Dog

 Becky kicked off her sneakers, ignoring them as they thudded into the wall. She closed the door behind her as she sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing into the full-length mirror. The girl stretched, reaching behind her head to release her long, straight platinum-blonde hair from the bun, letting it cascade down her back and shoulders before lifting her white tank top up over her head and tossing it to the bed. She reached behind her back, releasing the hooks at the back of her bra to free her large, firm double D breasts. Then she let herself fall backwards into the bed, her hands roaming her slender body, squeezing her breasts before they slid down her flat stomach and under the waistband of her shorts to lightly stroke the sweet moist lips of her tight pink pussy…

A knock on the door startled her, and she sat up in a hurry, hurriedly slipping her tank top back on just as her mother opened the door.

“Becky, have you fed Sarge yet?” she asked, completely oblivious to her untimely interruption.

“No, I just got home from Dani’s”, she replied, standing up and straightening her clothes “I guess I’ll do it now”

“Thanks, Becky”, her mother said as she turned to walk away “I’m going to do some shopping, did you want anything?”

“No thanks”, the girl said with a shrug “Bye”.

 Sarge was the neighbors dog, a massive but gentle German Shepherd. Becky and her sister fed and walked him when his owner was away, and it had become a weekend ritual, but her sister was away tonight. Still, he would appreciate it, and she might as well get it done now – her clothes were already covered in dog fur and stink because Dani’s poodle bitch was in heat and had been jumping all over her.

 Becky waved goodbye to her mother, then moved to the kitchen to grab Sarge’s bowl and fill it with dog food from under the sink. She walked out into the back yard, thankful for the side gate linking her yard to her neighbors. She was not particularly modest, but still well aware of the fact that she had not put her bra back on, and her large breasts strained visibly at the front of her top. 

 As soon as she so much as reached for the latch of the side gate, the enormous dog came bounding across the yard to greet her, his tongue hanging from his mouth and slobber flying everywhere.