Chapter 12
Jack Turner was fucking Gloria Campbell in the mouth. He was kneeling astride her, his ass corkscrewing as he plowed his big prick into her gullet, trying to make her gag, hoping to defile her-and failing, for she was relishing every inch of his fat cock.
Physically, Jack was enjoying it greatly.
But due to his perversity, he was frustrated that he couldn't make the dog-fucking women whine and plead, that he could not embarrass her or shame her or degrade her.
"Dog blower!" he snarled, as he rammed his prick down her throat.
But his attempt at insult failed.
His words only served to remind Gloria that Jack's was not the only dick available to her, and she patted her creamy cunt in invitation.
Rover padded up and dutifully began tonguing that steaming cunt.
Jack was enraged, realizing that he was placed on a level with a dumb brute-that she thought no more of him than she did the dog-that he was only a cock that could have served as well had it been disembodied-that he was only a living dildo in her regard.
He would fix her!
He considered making her come with him to his clubhouse, where he would let a dozen of the guys gang bang her.
But that was no good.
She would probably love it-when the dozen were drained, she would probably ask for another dozen.
He thought of taking her to a farm, and forcing her to fuck a bull.
But he knew that his own prick, large as it was, would suffer by comparison.
There was just no way to hurt her.
Then, with an evil gleam in his eye, he thought of what he would do.
He would tell her husband that she had fucked and sucked and buggered him and that she had fucked and sucked the dog-he would be clever about it, looking embarrassed, holding his cap in his hand and averting his gaze and explain that he could no longer work for the Campbells. Then, when Charles Campbell asked him why, he would blurt it all out.
That would fix the bitch!
His plan pleased him so much that he laughed aloud, as he fed his prick to her gullet.
Gloria was stretched out on the floor.
Jack jolted astride her, his ass brushing over her up-thrust tits as he jerked it into her eager mouth.
Rover was lapping away at her cunt.
And for the second time that afternoon, Charles walked into a room and was greatly surprised by what he saw...
Charles had whipped his clothing off before Jack or Gloria realized that he was there, although Rover cast a baleful eye towards his master.
Charles loomed over them.
When Gloria saw him, she gulped and spat Jack's fat prick out hastily.
"You're home early, dearest," she said.
It sounded like a fairly feeble greeting, under the circumstances, she thought. But she couldn't for the life of her think of anything else to say.
Jack looked fearfully up.
Charles' massive cock-larger than Jack's, the boy noted-loomed above him. He half expected the irate husband to beat him with that meaty club.
Or worse-to command the dog to bite him in the dangling balls!
But then Charles smiled.
He winked at his wife.
"You aren't... errr... angry?" she asked.
"Thrilled," he said.
Jack was dumbfounded.
But Gloria, who knew her husband well, smiled happily back at him, delighted to see how huge and hot and hard his prick had become.
"In fact, I rushed home to confess that I fucked my receptionist."
"Jane? But she's a dyke!"
"Not anymore."
Now Gloria was thrilled.
Jack's prick was still in her face, although not in her mouth, and she thoughtlessly gave the big, swollen knob a little tongue stroke.
"And I fucked Jack's girlfriend, too."
"What?" Jack howled.
The callow youth's pride was stung.
"Bonny Carter," said Charles. "She isn't your girlfriend, anymore-now that she's had adult prick. And pussy. We had a threesome."
"What fun!" cried Gloria.
What sort of household is this? thought Jack.
"Why don't you carry on?" Charles suggested.
Gloria slipped her lips over Jack's pecker head and began to suck once more.
Rover lapped away doggedly.
Charles knelt beside them, looking from mouth to crotch, unable to decide which sight turned him on the most-watching his wife's sweet lips pull up and push down on the callow cock or watching the dog's rough tongue churn her pussy to froth. Gloria wrapped her hand around her husband's prick and stroked it gently, keeping it alert.
Then Gloria pulled her lips away from Jack's cock once again, so that she could speak.
"I have a confession, too," she said.
Jack could not believe this scene.
Charles, himself, wondered what on earth his wife could confess that he wasn't already aware of.
But Gloria, correctly reading her husband's mood, was determined to play her indescretions for all they were worth-to thrill him to the core.
Smiling demurely, she said, "I let Rover fuck me, darling. I'm so ashamed!"
But it was not shame that shone in her eyes.
"My God!" Charles gasped.
And his cock got even bigger.
"First I let him lick my cunt-because I was hot, thinking about fucking Jack-"
She gave Jack's cock a lick, as if to identify it as the cock in question.
The tip was bubbling with jism and Charles saw the quick silvery slime trickle onto her pink tongue, groaning at the inspirational sight.
"But then the poor doggy got a hard-on. I hadn't intended to do anything except let him lick me off, but I felt sorry for him, being so frustrated and not being about to jerk off and all-so I thought I'd just give him a hand-job-"
Reaching behind Jack's ass, she gave the dog's head a loving pat, identifying him, so that her interested husband did not confuse boy and dog.
"But once I started jerking his big cock, I got sort of excited-and I touched the tip with my tongue. I wasn't going to do anything else, honest-just a little lick. But it was so big and hard and hot-and it tasted so lovely-well, I'm afraid that I simply had to take it in my mouth and suck on it until he came and milk him off-and swallow his cum-"
"Depravity!" Charles howled.
And grinned happily at the same time.
"And it got me so horny, sucking dog dick, that I just had to let him fuck my cunt, darling. Dog style, of course-and then we did it human style, too-never let anyone tell you that you can't teach an old dog new tricks-"
"I'd like to see that," said Charles.
"Oh, I don t doubt that you will," said the horny housewife, giving her husband a wink.
Then, with that off her breast-but with Jack's ass still perched on her tits-she began sucking on the callow youth's prick once more.
Jack was so shocked by the scene that he didn't even realize he was about to comeuntil he did.
He shot a tremendous dose into Gloria's mouth, filling it to overflowing. Cum poured from her lips and ran down her chin and her delicate throat pulsed as she gobbled down the thick cream.
Her head bobbed back and forth, lips dragging, as she milked his cock and balls to the bone.
Charles could wait no longer.
As thrilled as he was by his voyeuristic pleasure, his cock was pounding, taut as a drawn bow, glowing with incandescent desire, throbbing and humming and vibrating.
He pushed the dog aside.
He mounted his wife.
Her cunt was as ready for it as was his prick. The lips were open so wide they seemed to have turned inside out and her clit was throbbing. When he fitted the knob of his cock to her slot, her pussy seemed to suck him up her hole with irresistible pressure.
He slammed his cock home, his balls slapping against her ass, rattling her hipbones with the stroke.
Gloria arched deeply, bridging her lithe, smooth body up to meet his.
They began to fuck slowly, luxuriously, corkscrewing together to the root of his cock.
Jack crawled away and looked back, his young prick drooping now-for he would never be the man that Charles was.
Rover curled up, his cock getting stiff again, the red knob slipping .out from the furry sheath, patiently awaiting his turn.
Charles cupped his wife's gorgeous ass in both hands, tilting her pelvis up like a template, into which he resolutely poured his mighty prick.
He was tremendously horny-but, thanks to the jism that he had spent in both Jane and Bonny, his orgasm did not rise up and rush prematurely onto the scene.
They fucked for a long time.
Gloria came twice and was on the crest a third time when, at last Charles howled with ecstasy and spilled his creamy load into her dynamic cunt.
Charles looked at the dog.
Gloria gave him a little smile, signifying her willingness to perform.
Jack was still sitting there, dumb as any dog.
But although the boy had nicely served a purpose, Charles felt that his presence was no longer warranted.
There were times-romantic times-when a man wanted to be alone with his wife and his dog.
"You may leave, Jack," he said.
"I guess I'm fired, huh?" the boy said, sullenly.
"Why, no-of course not."
Jack looked incredulous.
"You mean-you don't mind me fucking your wife?" he asked.
Charles and Gloria smiled at each other.
"What did you think odd jobs were?" said Gloria...