Chapter 6
Un-like Rover, who could not jerk off, Jack Turner could-but he was not.
He was standing in the shed, smoking a cigarette and trying to figure out the best way to approach Mrs. Campbell. The way she had flaunted her body at him when he'd first arrived had really turned him on. Afterwards, she had seemed cool and distant, but who could tell why a woman changed her mood? Jack didn't give a damn, anyhow. He wanted some pussy, plain and simple, and he didn't care why a woman put out for him, or what she thought, or even-except for his own vanity-whether she took any pleasure in the act. But he did try to figure out what a girl thought before the act, in order to seduce her more effectively. That was what he was pondering now, wondering what approach would be most effective in getting the sexy blonde housewife to open those finely molded thighs.
Jack's prick was swollen and throbbing painfully in his pants until finally he opened his fly and took it out.
He let the big, rampaging cock lie in his palm, but did not stroke it.
Although he was tempted to pull himself off and empty his bloated balls, he figured that it would be better to save his cum for Gloria Campbell. He was perfectly capable of fucking right after jerking off, being a potent young man, and often that was advisable, since he was able to make the fuck last longer after a hand-job had taken off the pressure. But when he was with a woman for the first time, he liked to impress them with the fluid volume of his coming. He knew that woman loved to feel lots of hot jism spurt up their cunts and were willing to sacrifice a longer fuck for a larger dose of spunk. Afterwards, they could screw again, more slowly.
But how should he approach her?
Should he play the consummate cocksman, the experienced seducer of women, sophisticated and glib and self confident-and hung like a stallion?
Or should he simply rape her, later pleading that she had turned him on so much that he wasn't aware of what he was doing, that he had been deranged by lust? That might well be the most effective solution-force, instead of seduction. He wasn't worried that she might have him arrested for rape-not after the way she had flaunted her body earlier. She probably wanted it as much as he did but was too inhibited to come right out and tell him. A nice straightforward rape might satisfy them both in the most direct fashion.
But he was worried about that big fucking dog.
It would be a hell of a note if the brute bit him in the ass while he was humping. Or the balls!
His cock quivered in his hand at the thought.
Should he plead with her? Beg for it?
He hated to demean himself in that manner, but afterwards he could always sneer and explain that he had simply been using psychology.
Maybe he should tell her that he was a virgin. Older women always like to fuck virgin boys, he knew. He could tell her that he had never had a piece of ass and that his needs were driving him crazy. He could even cry a little, to manifest his virginal anguish. If she was reluctant, he would ask her if she would just give him a hand-job. Surely she would be willing to do that for a tormented virgin-and once they got to that stage, Jack figured that it would be an easy step on to more refined coupling.
He decided that was how he would play it.
He finished his cigarette, getting up his courage.
Then he left the tool shed and marched resolutely back to the house.
He hoped that she would send that fucking dog outside before they started.
Rover's red-tipped dick was pushing out again, rolling under his shaggy belly in the same way that his tongue lolled over his lower jaw. Sucked dry by his mistress, he was not quite hard again, but he was getting that way as he trotted up to the kneeling human.
He began long-tonguing up the backs of her thighs and up the crack of her ass, causing her to shiver with spasms of delicious sensation.
His tongue delved up her snatch. Inspired by the erotic flavor of pussy, the dog's cock expanded and lengthened.
Pleasured by that rough, rasping canine tongue, running like sandpaper up her tender twat, Gloria began to purr with happiness.
The dog cocked his head suspiciously when he heard her purring.
She sounded like a cat.
Gloria began humping her ass and hips suggestively, moving as if she were already mounted.
Rover jumped up, wrapping his forelegs around her waist and angling his heavy body so that his big prick, which was hard as a rock again, was aimed directly at her foaming, open-lipped twat.
His haunches heaved.
He rammed his prick forwards.
It was a bit awkward, and his elongated, scarlet pecker head rebounded from her ass, then stabbed ineffectively against the back of her thigh.
He whimpered with frustration.
He had never experienced any difficulty in mounting a bitch in heat, and the mistress was, without doubt, in heat. He banged away without getting into her.
Then Gloria reached back between her thighs and folded her hand around his prick. She frigged him up and down a few times, then guided the tapering red knob to her crack. She slipped the tip into her hole and her cunt began to pull and suck on it, trying to drag the whole furry tool up her hole.
"Fuck me, you shaggy brute!" she cried.
Her loins were trembling with the unholy desire to be stuffed full of dog cock. Her cunt seemed to be pulling him in by some powerful suction. She was thrilled by the weird situation, wanting the unnatural act because it was unnatural.
Rover braced his hips and plowed in.
His long prick sped up her cunt.
Gloria wailed with joy as she felt that big cock fill her slippery hole. The knob plunged deeply into her hole and the hairy shaft began to run in and out, his coarse hair acting like a French tickler in her sensitive, responsive pussy.
The animal began to hump vigorously, throwing this dog fuck to her with gusto.
Gloria pushed her cunt back to meet his bestial thrusts and rolled her ass and hips around as the big cock plunged in to the root.
She wondered, vaguely, if there was any danger that they might get stuck together, the way that mating dogs sometimes did. She could well imagine her husband's surprise when he came home and found them linked up and had to throw a bucket of cold water over them before they could be separated.
But she was too horny to care, at the moment.
She writhed and squirmed, meeting his animal lust with her own savage desire.
Rover poured the prick to her, yelping joyously, as his mistress's cunt clamped around the length of his prick, massaging and wringing his cock in her dark desire to milk that canine cum into her cunt.
"Up, Rover-up!" she cried.
Up he went, slamming his cock up her hole.
Cunt juice squirted out of her, pumped out by his furry plunger, soaking his belly.
Then the beast howled with the thrill, his hairy loins fairly flying in and out.
She felt his brutish jism cascade into the depths of her pussy. She screamed with the ecstasy and her cunt creamed around his wildly thrusting prick. He was shooting his jism into her in solid jets, hosing her with the steady stream, each geyser following upon the one before so quickly that it seemed that he was pouring a river of canine cum into her cunt.
Finished at last, the dog dismounted.
His fat, furry prick pulled out from her hole easily enough, and she breathed a sigh of relief that they had not got stuck together.
But then she breathed another sigh-one of regret that the blissful pleasure was ended.
But then she smiled with a happy thought.
Rover was well schooled in obedience and his prick was potent and they had all day before her husband got home from the office.
She had forgotten about Jack Turner.