Chapter 7

Rover sidestepped away from Gloria's ass.

His huge cock was hanging down, not gone soft yet but not ramrod straight under his belly, either.

Gloria eyed it.

The furry shaft was matted with cunt juice and the scarlet tip was slathered with jism. A thread of cum ran down from the tip to the floor.

Smiling wickedly, thrilled by her depravity, she crawled towards him. She pressed her brow to his flank and pushed her chin out. She licked the creamy head of his cock, then pulled it into her lips and sucked.

Rover's prick got hard again.

The sex-crazed woman was tempted to suck him off again, but reluctantly she drew back. Her pussy wanted more of that furry prick.

She had let him fuck her like a dog.

Now she figured that it was time to initiate the beast into the pleasures of human fucking, face to face.

"Training time, Rover," she said.

Rover was willing.

Jack Turner was struck dumb.

He could no more have spoken than if he had been a dumb brute-just like the one he was watching.

Approaching the house from the shed, he had passed by the living room window. He hadn't intended to look in, but when he heard that strange, slurping sound he was intrigued. It sounded like some cocksucking was being done in that room. That couldn't be, he knew.

Gloria was home alone-there was no cock to be sucked. But it sure sounded like it and he wondered with a thrill, if she might be sucking on a dildo or vibrator, getting it slippery for her cunt.

He slipped up to the window and edged one eye past the sill, peering in.

The sight that greeted his eyes shocked him to the very core and set his head spinning wildly, while his cock, already hard as a nail, began to thunder.

Gloria was sucking the dog's dick!

There was no possible doubt, no mistake-he could see the beast's prick in her lips.

She was leaning under the animal, head tilted, merrily slurping away on canine cock. A silvery thread of jism ran from her lower lip onto her tit.

When she pulled her mouth away, Rover's cock was stiff and hard and upright.

Jack grinned wickedly.

If she would suck a dog, she would certainly suck the boy who did odd jobs, he figured.

He was tempted to rush in.

But then he realized that the scene within was not yet finished and, although his prick was vibrating with urgency, it was not a sight that he wished to intrude upon-it was a thing he very much wanted to see. Jack settled down to watch. He saw an amazing sight.

Gloria moved to the couch and settled with her juicy ass on the very edge, her long, sleek legs extending to the floor, open wide. Her belly pushed up as she presented her creamy cunt to the dog.

She patted her pussy.

Rover trotted over, cock swinging.

She was in the same position in which she had been when he first started licking her cunt and, a quick learner, he supposed that the mistress wanted some more tonguing. Knowing how wonderful were the rewards for that obedience, the beast began to lap her cunt hungrily. It was even tastier than before, now that it had been steeped in cunt juice and cum, and his rough tongue glided up with fluid slurps.

But Gloria patted the cushions beside her hips.

Rover peered at her, confused.

She smiled and leaned forward, taking him by his heavy shoulders and pulling him up, so that his forepaws were on the couch, beside her hips.

That brought his ramrod prick wondrously close to her steaming cunt and the dog began to pant, thinking that it was amazing how many tricks these humans could learn.

She folded her fist around his cock and guided it once again to her smoldering cunt.

She giggled, thinking: Would this still be called a doggy fuck-or is it a missionary-position fuck?

It was a nice point of semantics.

She would consider it later.

At the moment she had no time for such irrelevant maters, for her cunt was hot again.

She began to rub the tip of Rover's prick up and down in her pussy, tracing along the pink lips with the pointed red knob. Thick streamers of spunk flowed from his cockhead, streaking her cunt lips and vibrant clit with creamy whitewash. She was using his cock like a paintbrush, stroking steadily, coating her cunt with a layer of cum. Rover threw his head back, panting heavily. His flanks heaved in and out and he was drooling onto her naked tits as she squirmed under him. He tried to fuck her.

But her fist, wrapped around his furry shaft behind the head, acted like a buffer. When he humped, his cockhead pushed up her slot but her fist prevented him from penetrating further. His hairy stalk surged in her grip and the scarlet knob wallowed in her pussy.

Then she changed her girp.

Reaching down, palm upwards, she grabbed the dog's swinging balls in an underhand grip. She pulled at him, dragging his cock up her cunt. Stuffed once again with dog meat, the depraved housewife smiled happily and Rover, with his long prick sheathed again, gave a whimper and began to hump wildly away between her legs.

Gloria arched her back, throwing her crotch up at right angles to the edge of the couch, so that the dog's plummeting prick could plow in to the hilt. She pumped against him as he pistoned in. His haunches were a furry blur as he fucked her so fast that the eye could not follow the movement-as Jack, at the window, discovered.

Yet as lightning fast as the dog was humping, horny Gloria seemed to be matching him with equal vigor, her white pelvis slamming and coiling like a fleshy spring, her ass flying all over the place, her belly going up and down.

Jack had to get a solid grip on his prick to restrain his climax. He knew full well where he was going to spend that load of jism.

He watched until the dog was howling with the thrill of impending climax. Then, cock in hand, the sex-crazed youth dashed around the corner of the house and burst through the door.

Gloria had wrapped her long legs around Rover's humping hindquarters, riding beneath him.

She saw Jack come in and her face went white with horror and shock, then flushed red with shame.

Jack looked like a wild man as he stood in the doorway, nostrils flaring, eyes flashing, gnashing his teeth. His prick flared in his hand and she could feel his panting breath all the way across the room.

She made a half-hearted attempt to push Rover away.

But it was too late to stop the dog now. His swollen prick could not be disengaged until it had been discharged. He fucked wildly up her cunt. Her pussy sucked on his fat prick. Her hips were still moving in counterpoint, fucking the dog even as she stared past the animal's flank at the sex-crazed lad in the doorway. The beast's cock was so swollen with need now that, as he pulled back, he dragged her cunt almost inside out.

Then he shot his wad.

The cum rocketed into her cunt and his shaggy hindquarters slammed back on the recoil, then flashed in as he sent a second jet billowing into her loins.

A third spurt burst out, followed by two or three lesser spurts, as his cock and balls emptied.

Gloria had not come.

She had been on the point of coming, holding back and timing it so that she would get her joy at the same moment that Rover filled her with his scum. She could have creamed at any time during that wonderful fuck, but had deliberately waited-and then had lost her concentration as Jack rushed in.

Now Rover, spent, lolled over her tits, his cock already diminishing inside her.

Damn, she thought, annoyed at having missed out on the pleasure of simultaneous orgasm.

That was Jack's fault.

Jack owed her an orgasm.

And as she looked at his dynamic prick, she figured it would be a debt easily collected.