Chapter 7
"You're what?" Marie gasped as she and her husband sat naked in the kitchen sipping coffee the following morning, the children still sleeping off the effects of their orgy.
"I said I'm going to church this morning. What do you find so shocking about that?"
"Did you mean you're going to mass?"
"Hell no. I'm going to get there just when the eleven o'clock mass ends. After all, if you want to talk to a priest, that should be the time and the place for it."
"Oh darling, I wish I felt as confident about it as I did last night," Marie told him.
"I feel every bit as confident. I'm going to get me a nun to play with and fuck and you're going to have a priest to beat and to piss on. You can count on it."
"Oh darling, time is going to drag while you're gone. I'll be dying to find out how he reacts."
"I'll give you something to think about while I'm gone," Colin told his wife.
"What is it, darling?"
"Remember last night, while I was working my cock up your ass?"
"Mmmmm, I sure do," she replied with a dreamy sigh.
"No, I don't mean just that. I mean do you recall what we were talking about?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Remember you told me you loved to watch dogs when they fuck?"
"Well, while I was fucking your ass, I had some very interesting thoughts. They're going right on this morning."
"What a man. Here you are on the verge of trying to blackmail a priest into getting you a nun to fuck and you're thinking about dogs instead of working on your plan."
"My plan doesn't need any working on. It's ready. You know, we have a big house and a big piece of property here. It would be a lovely place for a dog to run, a big dog, a big dog with a long cock."
"Darling, do you really mean it?" she gasped. "I mean do you mean what I think you mean?"
"That was a rather mean question, wouldn't you say?"
"Don't tease, darling, tell me what you have in mind."
"Well, as I see it, Clark and I will do our best, but with three females to service, our cocks are going to get pretty weary. Now if we had another cock around, it would be a help."
"My God, a dog cock?"
"That's right. You get pretty horny when you watch a dog shooting cock up a bitch, don't you?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure..." she let her words trail off.
"Have you ever heard or read about a woman getting fucked by a dog?"
"Yes. I remember when I was in high school, a girl loaned me one of those typed stories that use to go the rounds. It was called the confessions of a Southern lady and her dog."
"The dog fucked her?"
"Yes. She had just come out of the tub and heard a siren. She went to the window and knelt to peek out under the blind. Before she knew what was happening, her dog, a great Dane, mounted her and rammed her cock up her cunt."
"Did she enjoy getting fucked by a dog?"
"Oh yes. There was a great description of it. She told about how she had the dog fuck her every time he could get a hard-on, then told of how her young niece came to visit her and how the dog fucked her too."
"I'll bet it got you pretty horny. Did it make you wonder what it would be like to get fucked by a big dog?"
"Yes. Christ, I must have fingered myself to a dozen comes before I went to sleep that night. Even talking about it makes me horny."
"Then you can think of it while I'm gone, dear. Perhaps this afternoon, after we've played for a while, we'll take a drive out in the country and see if we can find a nice dog. I'm afraid we'll have to start with a puppy, I wouldn't want to risk it with an older dog."
"Oh, darling, my mind tells me I should be horrified at the thought of letting a dog fuck me, but my cunt has taken over and my mind can't get to me."
"Think about it while I'm gone," he told her and reached to fondle her buttocks as she poured more coffee for them. He saw her hand trembling as she put the percolator down.
"Mind you, dear," he went on, "I'd want to train him to ass fuck as well as to fuck. Perhaps the best way would be to teach him ass fucking first, before he discovers what a treat cunts are."
"Who would be the volunteer?"
"I would. Hell, it's my idea so it may as well be my ass-hole for, the experiment."
"Darling, you have to be the horniest, most imaginative bastard I've ever known."
"Is that a complaint?"
"Mmmmm, no, lover. That was anything but a complaint. I don't know how I was lucky enough to get a man like you. I'm not going to complain about anything. Imagine a man and wife being so in love and so excited after seventeen years."
"I guess we've been lucky, but we've dared to try a lot of things to keep our love fresh and vital. That has to be the secret."
"I'm sure you're right, darling. Do you feel in the mood to have it right here in the kitchen?"
"Very much so, but I'm not going to. I want to have a stiff cock when I have my confrontation with Father Trudeau. I want to really enjoy it. Christ, how I'm going to make him sweat."
Their conversation was interrupted when Betty came into the kitchen. She was wearing a nightie, but its sheerness showed the outline of her lovely young body, a delightful sight, her parents agreed as they watched her pour coffee for herself as they exchanged greetings.
"I like the way you two are dressed," she told her parents. "Are we going to have fun and games before breakfast?"
"I wish we were, dear," her mother replied, "but your father says no. He has something important to look after. Still, I think we'll have a pretty interesting afternoon and evening."
Later, after Colin had gone to the church for his confrontation with the priest, Betty hinted that she was still in the mood to play.
"Save it for later, dear," her mother told her, patting her on the bottom, "it will be more fun."
Making one last try, the girl pulled the hem of her nightie above her hips and wriggled her lush bottom at her mother.
"If you want to pat my ass," Betty told her, "it should be easier this way."
"Is that so?" Marie asked, moving to stand beside the girl.
Holding her daughter around the middle with her left hand, she patted her buttocks lightly, then let her have one very hard spank on each cheek, smacks which stung enough to bring little cries from her.
"Now go get ready for breakfast," her mother told her with a grin and with a little sigh, she left the room.
When Marie thought it was about time for her husband to return, she checked her watch and saw he had been gone only fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she decided to kill time with a warm bath.
She ran the tub, added fragrant oil to it, then got into it and felt the perfumed water caressing her body. Her mind turned to the dog her husband had mentioned and she wondered how it would feel to be mounted by a big dog, feel his forearms wrapped around her and his strong tool pistoning in her cunt.
Her mind went back to the story she had read in her childhood and she tried to recall all the details of it. In the beginning she'd had mixed feelings about being screwed by a dog, but as the erotic thoughts persisted and developed, all doubt passed and she wanted it to happen to her.
As she soaped her breasts, Marie recalled the scene where the woman had watched, naked, while the big dog mounted her fifteen year-old niece and rammed his big tool up her little slit.
She thought of herself in that role as their own dog mounted Betty or Debbie. The girl would be kneeling naked, the dog would approach her and get his snout into her crotch to find the odor of sex, then the red meat of his tool would shoot out, he would lick in her crotch as she knelt trembling with excitement, then he would mount her, his strong hind legs braced for the attack.
In her imagination, she saw the animal's hard prick jabbing at the girl's thighs and under her behind, then it found the slit in her crotch and half the length was rammed into her with one jab, causing the girl to gasp.
"It's all right, dear," she comforted as the fantasy became more and more real, "he's going to give you the whole thing now. How he jabs, darling, there, you've got it all in your cunt now. Oh Jesus, what a fucking he's giving you. Oh how he rides your lovely bare ass, my dear."
Marie felt a strange sensation and realized that, while she had been enjoying the fantasy, she had been playing with her breasts. Both the nipples were hard and elongated She rubbed a little longer, her hands slipping easily, excitingly over the lather lubricated surfaces, then she uttered a little groan, took one hand away and sent it into her crotch.
The very first time Marie masturbated, it had been in the bath tub and she often did if there, as often as nudity and warm water combined to arouse her and bring her to the point of no return, the point where she was able to relax only after a hand moved under the water, a finger found her clitoris and massaged it in what she called an underwater finger fuck.
She was surprised at how quickly orgasm came, then she heard the car in the driveway, heard the door slam, then Colin was in the house and calling to her.
"Mmmmm, what a sight you are, darling, the way those luscious tits seem to float on the surface," Colin told her. "From the look of your nipples, I'd say you have been a naughty girl."
"Tell me, darling, tell me how you made out."
"He's shitting his pants still, dear. It was like kicking him in the guts. He tried to bluff, then he collapsed and I really made him squirm."
"Did he agree to your terms?"
"For himself, yes, right away. He claimed it would be impossible to get a nun, but I just laughed and told him it would be impossible for him to stay out of jail if he didn't produce one."
"Where did you leave the matter?"
"That I was going to the police Thursday morning. It's up to him to be here with a nun before then."