Chapter 8
Gloria was terribly ashamed of having been caught fucking a dog, of course. That was only natural. But she was also terribly horny and that was more important. There would be all the time in the world to worry about her shame after she had got her rocks off.
As Rover pulled his long, limp dick out of her, Gloria pushed him down from the couch and, leaving her legs wide apart, gave Jack a smile.
Jack glowered at her.
The boy felt betrayed.
He had worshipped Gloria Campbell. She was the only woman that he had ever felt deserving of his respect. Now that he knew she sucked and fucked her dog, he felt like a fool for his failure to recognize her as a tramp.
He wanted to insult her, demean her, debase her.
But he still, more than ever, wanted to fuck her.
It was purely physical now, but all the more powerful for that. Watching the dog pour the prick to her, he had gotten harder and hotter than he had ever been in his life.
Her smile enraged him.
He wished that she would hide her face in shame, heave with sobbing cries of mortification, try to invent some absurd excuse for dog fucking. Then he could have insulted her gleefully, reducing her to a trembling wreck. But she smiled just as if she had done nothing wrong, as if it were perfectly natural to have the odd-job worker discover her fucking the family pet. Such an attitude was a perfect shield against his scorn and, knowing he could not hurt her by castigating phrases, the boy looked down at his thundering cock and saw it not as a tool of love, but as an engine of punishment, some medieval torture device, some long, hard hot weapon.
He advanced towards her on unsteady legs. His mind was clouded, his body weak, only his prick seemed solid. So much blood had rushed into that massive hunk that the rest of his body was starved for energy.
"Dog fucker!" he screamed.
Gloria winced.
Then she smiled, looking more amused than insulted. For he was, after all, only a young boy who did odd jobs-why should she care what he called her?
"Urnmm," she said. "Men, too."
He stood before her, his cock looming out as if he intended to batter her senseless with the huge head.
"I saw you sucking dog dick!"
Gloria pursed her lips, as if recalling that act.
She said, "There's no sense insulting me, young man-but you may fuck me."
Jack wanted very much to do just that. But he was always perverse, even to the detriment of his own pleasure.
He said, "Fuck you? Do you think I'd put my cock in a hole where a dog has creamed?"
"Well, you'd better put it somewhere, before the fucking thing explodes," she said, eyeing that device in question, which was sputtering like a stick of dynamite.
He was tempted to ram it down her throat.
But that would be no punishment for her. She would obviously relish a mouthful of prick. And there, too, he would be following in the footsteps, or more precisely, the pecker tracks, of the promiscuous canine.
He could make her jerk him off.
But that would be a feeble pleasure in comparison with the delights the dog had known.
Confused, he stood there, glaring, his eyes rolling wildly about. An hour before, he would have thrown himself at her feet, obeyed her every command, hastened to her whims. He would have been proud to be her slave, overjoyed to present her to his friends-had even cherished the idea that he might take her to a school dance.
Now he didn't know what to do.
Gloria, becoming impatient and annoyed that her cunt was vacant, drew one knee up.
It brought the delightful curve of her juicy bottom into view and Jack squinted. He saw the solution.
He saw how he could defile the dog-fucking bitch and at the same time blow his load without playing second fiddle to a fucking dog.
"Turn over," he snarled. "What?"
"Roll over, bitch! Belly down!"
She looked puzzled. She had a vague idea that, inspired by what he had witnessed, the horny young man intended to fuck her doggy style. Well, she had no objections to that-front or back, a full cunt was a full cunt. But still, something in his furious face intimidated her.
"Why?" she asked, her eyebrows lifting.
"I'm gonna fuck you up the asshole!"
"Oh no!"
"You bet your ass I am!"
"No way!"
He looked cunning.
He said, "All right, then."
Gloria, surprised that he had given up with so little argument, peered at him suspiciously.
"I'll just telephone your husband, then," he said, with a smug look.
"What? And tell him that I won't let you bugger me? I don't see why that... "
"I'm gonna tell old Charley what you been doing with the dog," he said.
"Oh!" she cried.
"He'll just love that, won't he?"
"That's-that's blackmail!"
"You bet your sweet ass it's blackmail, bitch. So make up your mind-roll over for me or else!"
Gloria saw the young man for what he was, then-a fiend, more bestial than any dog.
But she also saw that she had little choice in the matter. She wasn't sure if he would really carry out his threat-it was not all that simple to inform a man that his wife had been sucking and fucking a dog-but she couldn't afford to take the chance. How would she ever look her husband in the face again, once he knew that her face had once contained dog dick?
She lowered her eyes.
Jack waited, his prick pounding. He was so hard and hot that his cock felt numb.
Then Gloria looked up again.
She had no choice and, with that as a justification, she had begun to wonder if it might not be rather pleasant to get fucked up the asshole by the boy who did odd jobs. It was certainly odd.
She said, "Will you be gentle?"
"Huh?"
"You won't hurt me?"
Jack grinned. He had no intention of being gentle. He wanted to rape the woman, to pay her back for having made a fool of him, to avenge himself for having thought that she was worthy of respect.
But he nodded.
Gloria rolled over.
She drew her knees under her on the couch, lowering her head to the cushions, so that her heart-shaped ass was at the highest point of her body.
Jack unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans, holding them down with one foot as he drew the other foot out of them. He took his shirt off, tearing a seam in the hurried frenzy of his disrobing. He kicked his shoes off.
Jack knelt behind her quivering butt. He placed his flat hands on her ass cheeks and spread the crack open, revealing the tiny brown bud of her asshole. It looked far too narrow to take his fat prick, he thought, with a frown. He hoped that he didn't skin his cock in her tight shitter.
He placed the tip of his cock against her brown hole.
Gloria looked back over her shoulder, smiling shyly. Her plump tits hung down, hobbling delightfully, and she started to wriggle her ass a bit.
The boy hesitated, thinking of the dangers of shoving his precious prick into unexplored regions.
Still-men had been fucking women up the ass for years. If it were dangerous, it would not be so popular. If unhappy gentlemen were walking about with partially digested pricks, the warning would be out.
He felt reassured.
"Well?" she said.
Damn! She wasn't trembling with dread-she looked eager to get her asshole plugged. Her willingness reduced his pleasure by a large degree, perverse lad that he was-but he was too horny to stop at this stage.
Jack began to work his prick up her asshole.
It was tight. At first he could not wedge his cockhead into the opening. When he pushed, his big prick bent like a bow, the tip stuck fast at the brown bud.
He wrapped his fist around it, so that only the knob was exposed, and began to churn that fat wedge around at the gates of her bowels.
Gloria squirmed, pushing back.
Her ass muscles relaxed.
The tip of his purple cockhead slipped into the taut hole and her ass snapped shut around the prick. He pried in, going deeper.
"Oh!" she cried.
He grinned, thinking he had hurt her.
But then she said, "Oooh!" and he realized to his annoyance, that she was squealing not with pain, but with expectation of pleasure.
Grunting, he thrust hard.
His whole cockhead slipped into her.
Her asshole began to suck on him, pulling his shaft in behind his knob. Pushing steadily as she shoved back, the boy worked the full length of his fat prick up into her eager asshole.
He held the full penetration for a moment.
Her asshole was working on him, as if in some magical reversal of ingestion, swallowing him by inversion. Her ass and hips danced about.
"Ummm-urn-ahhh," she moaned and whimpered, her own movements urging him to move with her.
Jack took a tentative stroke.
The fit was so tight that, instead of sliding in and out of her asshole, he merely dragged her pelvis back as he withdrew, shifting her around with his cock buried in her. But after a moment her asshole accommodated itself to his bulk. His prick began to slide in and out easily.
Gloria gave a happy cry.
It had hurt for a moment, but not too bad to bear, and soon enough that pain had faded until it was no more than a mild tingle. The slight pain was a pleasant background sensation, over which the thrill was laid.
Jack griped her by the hip bones and hauled her asshole back onto his prong as he slammed it home. His balls swung in, slapping into her juicy cunt, and his flat belly whacked against the curve of her ass, their skin sucking together on a film of sweat.
His cock churned up her steadily, stuffing her asshole to the brim with cockmeat, surging into her bowels, tilting her slender pelvis up on the thrust.
He grunted with every lunge.
Gloria gasped and whimpered each time his prick filled her and sighed each time he withdrew.
Ass fucking, she realized, was wonderful.
She reached back between her thighs with both hands, grabbing a handful of balls in one hand and starting to claw at her cunt with the other. She hauled him in by the balls, stepping up the tempo to suit the thrill that was coursing through her body. She rubbed her vibrating clit, then shoved three fingers up her hole and began to push them in and out, fingerfucking herself in pace with the ass-fucking. She could feel his cock surge in, through the delicate membrane that separated her asshole from her cunt.
She rubbed his cock through the partition, so that she was jerking him off in her asshole while she was fingerfucking her cunt with the same motion, wasting no energy. Gloria wished that the boy had two cocks. More rationally, 'she wished that she had two boys on the couch with her.
It felt so good to push her fingers up her cunt while he cocked her asshole, that she knew it would be positive bliss to have a fat prick up both holes at the same time, plowing up the separate paths with alternating strokes, so that one hole was stuffed full as the other was vacated and vice versa-then shoving up simultaneously, so that her whole belly was filled with double dick. Or three cocks!
As she thought of that joy, her mouth began to work just as if it were filled with prick. She was thrilled by the idea of having three cocks at the same time, having them all shoot together so that she was filled with precious jism in all of her holes.
The idea inspired her so much that she began to haul him furiously in by the balls, causing him to yelp just like Rover had. Her ass bucked back to meet him, corkscrewing onto his joint and her stiff fingers stabbed up her pussy in frenzied, twisting strokes.
She started to come.
Her cunt was creaming and she felt as if, somewhere in the depths of her bowels, a second orgasm was tingling, the juices flowing together, the separate thrills flashing and uniting into one surge of pure ecstasy.
"Come!" she cried, wanting to feel his jism fill her asshole.
Jack growled with lust and slammed home so hard her pelvis rattled and her hipbones shook.
Buried to the root, he blew his cum up her grinding ass.
He was so worked up that it all came out at once. He didn't shoot into her with separate spurts, but poured the whole creamy dose out in a steady stream, hosing her with an unbroken jet of jism.
As her bowels filled, the sex-crazed housewife thought that she could taste his cum, that it was seeping up from her gullet, so full was her belly.
Grinding wildly together, Gloria worked off her climax as the boy's prick emptied in a torrent.
"That," she said, "was lovely."
Jack gasped, panting for breath. It had been wonderful, he had to admit, although he would have enjoyed it even more if she hadn't enjoyed it, herself.
How in hell could you defile and debase a woman who took it merrily up the asshole and sucked off dogs, to boot?
Jack was in over his head with Gloria.
His cock had started to shrink.
Still crammed up her asshole, it diminished in a senes of reducing spasms.
He pulled it out and eyed it, sighing with relief when he realized that it was neither skinned nor digested.
Semi-hard, the knob bobbed up and down.
Gloria turned around, smiling happily. She leaned in and began to lick his cockhead, then slurped it into her mouth and sucked adoringly on the soiled slab.
Jack gasped.
How could she suck a dick that had been up a shit chute, he wondered.
But then he remembered that she had had a dog's dick in her mouth as well, and he didn't guess that she was liable to balk at anything.
She certainly wasn't balking at the fat mouthful now-she was darting her tongue around on the knob and her lips were pulling up and down the stalk with relish.
His prick began to swell again, in her mouth.
Jack arched his back, pushing his hips out so that his cock jammed into her face. Her skilled mouth felt too good for him to worry about playing seconds to a dog. He had only had one proper blow job in his life, the one that Bonny had given him the night before, and now he was eager to see what it would be like to get sucked off by an experienced cocksucker. He watched his fattening shaft pull out, gleaming with saliva, then vanish slowly back into her mouth.
He thought that it would be lots of fun, later, to tell poor Bonny that Gloria had sucked him off.
If he couldn't make Gloria unhappy, he could at least take out his anger on the innocent redhead.
He would have been astounded, had he known where Bonny as at that moment...