The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Gloria Campbell is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
A fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You know that young man you hired to do odd jobs around the house?" Gloria Campbell said to her husband Charles, as they undressed for bed. "Ummm? Jack, you mean."
"Um hum."
"What about him, dear?"
Gloria smiled impishly.
"I think he has the hots for me," she said.
Charles, in the process of lowering his trousers, looked up at his wife. It was a pretty sight. She was wearing only a pair of bikini panties as she stood beside the bed. The panties were pale blue and transparent enough so that he could see the outline of her pussy and pubic bush through the flimsy material. They were also very tiny, so that he had the impression that her cunt had been loaded into a slingshot, the way the panties were stretched taut across her hips and ass.
Charles paused, one knee raised.
"Well, I can't say I blame him," Charles said.
Gloria smiled, complimented, perfectly aware that her husband was studying her near-naked body..
"But how do you know?" he asked.
"Oh, the way he looks at me. The way he blushes when I speak to him-and stammers when he answers."
She gave a little shrug and turned away, so that Charles could see her tits in profile. They were splendid tits, large and heavy and yet, despite their size, standing upright and thrusting without need of support.
She never wore a bra.
It occurred to her husband that the young boy must have stared at those tits in awe, especially if-as they were now-the nipples were stiff. She had large nipples and they tended to push out against the tight sweaters that she liked to wear for exactly that reason.
"Well, as I say-I can't blame him," Charles told her. "No harm in having a young man imagine you. Just an adolescent crush. As long as you don't have the hots for him, too."
He grinned when he said that.
Gloria said, "Well, he is a good-looking boy," and she gave her husband a teasing look.
Gloria was a faithful wife and Charles knew that she was just teasing him. But he knew that she probably had ulterior motives, as well.
He figured that she was horny and was using the boy as an excuse to start talking about sex and to arouse Charles by making him a little jealous.
That was all right with him.
And it was working.
As he pulled his trousers off, his cock began to grow and harden inside his shorts.
Gloria was squirming out of her pale blue panties now, her ass wriggling as she pushed them over her hips, it was a shapely ass, sweeping out from her narrow waist like an inverted valentine.
Gloria was twenty-eight years old.
She had long blonde hair, streaked by the sun so that it flowed with varied shades from platinum to amber. Her cunt hair echoed that golden hue in a big, curly triangle spreading wide across her lower belly and dipping into her crotch below her prominent mound. Her face was beautiful, with wide-set blue eyes and a sensual mouth. She was a tall woman, with long, finely contoured legs and a willowy body that seemed almost too slender for her big knockers and her jutting, teardrop-shaped ass and her wide, flat hips. Her belly was gently mounded, her thighs arched, her whole pelvis constructed as if it were meant as a platform for love.
Charles considered himself a very lucky man to have such a gorgeous wife.
Charles was thirty, tall and good looking. He was a rising young executive with a pleasant personality, a sense of humor, a taste for the finer things of life and, not the least of his charms, a big cock.
That cock was showing definite signs of life now, as he pushed his shorts down.
It wasn't fully erect yet, but it stood out from his loins, instead of hanging straight down. The shaft was fat and the knob had started to flare and glow.
Gloria slid a sideways glance at his crotch and grinned to herself as she saw how effective her teasing about the boy had been in arousing her husband.
Gloria enjoyed sex and liked to get fucked at least once a day. Charles had an equal sex drive, so that they were compatible and their sex life was full.
They had been married for six years and neither of them had been adulterous. Once, at a party, Gloria had been a bit tipsy from drinking and had let one of their friends feel her tits, but that had been relatively harmless, more playful than erotic, and Charles had not objected. So he was not at all worried about the young man who did odd jobs around their elegant, suburban home.
The idea that a young boy lusted for his wife was making him horny, however, with just that little twinge of innocent jealousy that made it more exciting.
Gloria got into bed and pulled the sheet back, waiting for Charles to join her.
She had one knee slightly lifted and her thighs were parted so that he could see her cunt.
It was a tasty sight, indeed.
Her cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, revealing the inner flesh which was streaked with ribbons of cunt juice.
Her clit was stiff and tingling.
Charles moved towards the bed, naked now, and his cock had risen halfway so that it stood straight out in front of him, parallel with the floor. It seemed to be aiming at her like a pointer. The knob bobbed slightly up and down. Gloria gazed at that glowing pecker head, smiling with the pleasant glow of anticipation.
Charles had the biggest and the loveliest cock that she had ever encountered, she thought. Of course, she had never known many pricks. There had been only two men before she met Charles and none afterwards, so she was really in no position to make an accurate judgment. Not objectively. But subjectively, she was perfectly satisfied with her husband's cock. It was just the right size to fit her pussy, stuffing her to the brim.
It fit her mouth just right, too, and although she had never sucked any cock but his, she felt sure that it was as tasty as any cock could be, as thrillingly hard and hot, as smoothly textured and as filled with cum.
Yes, Gloria was perfectly happy with Charles.
What did she need with some horny boy who had the hots for her? Gloria slid into bed.
They left the sheet folded back by tacit agreement, both knowing they were going to have sex.
"So young Jack lusts for you, eh?" he said.
"I'm afraid so."
"Afraid? Flattered, I'll bet."
"Well," she said, batting her eyelashes up and down. "It is sort of flattering to know that a young man wants me. I'll bet he jerks off, thinking about me."
Charles' prick lurched, coming up to an angle before his flat belly.
Gloria was perfectly aware of the effect her words were having on his prick.
She said, "Oh, I'll bet he pulls himself off two or three times a day-thinking about my body and pretending that he's screwing me."
"Just so he only pretends," Jack said.
"Oh, I won't let him have me, darling. Although it is fun to wear sexy clothes while he's in the house, just to get him all excited. Just harmless fun."
"Not too sexy," Jack grunted.
The head of his cock was throbbing now.
"Oh, no-just brief shorts or a tight sweater-just to give him something to really think about while he's whacking his cock to jelly."
"Why, that idea really turns you on," Charles said.
Gloria looked speculative, wondering if she should tell her husband what she was thinking. Then, because he had a hard-on and her cunt was creaming, she decided that she would. It was just pillow talk.
She said, "I was tempted to finger-fuck myself, in fact-while I thought about Jack jerking off."
Charles blinked.
"I didn't-but I was tempted." 'Why, you tramp!" he said.
But he was grinning and he said it in fun. The idea had started his cock vibrating.
He rolled over, facing her.
Gloria turned onto her side and they lay face to face. Her thrusting tits pressed against his hard chest, the stiff nipples branding him at flaring points.
His iron hard cock pushed into her soft belly, pressing an elongated furrow in her flesh.
They kissed.
Their lips brushed lightly together for a moment, then ground together hard and her tongue slipped out, into his mouth. He sucked on it. When she withdrew, his tongue followed, pushing into her mouth, in turn. They swapped tongues back and forth and his hands began to glide up and down her smooth body.
Lowering his head, he licked at her tits, running his tongue up the deep, soft cleavage and then circling around to lave her nipples. His lips parted over one of those stiff tips.
"Ohhh...." she moaned, as fiery passion caught her up and spun her in a maelstrom of lust.
Although his cock was rampaging against her belly, Charles was in no hurry to fuck her. He could see that his sexy wife was particularly horny this evening and wanted to make it good for her, to give her a special treat. He mouthed her nipples in turn, attentively and slowly, while she squirmed against him.
He slid a hand down and cupped her mound, his fingers dipping into her pussy.
Her cunt felt as if it were on fire.
He stroked the parted cunt lips and rubbed the tingling bead of lust, then slowly pushed two fingers up her sucking hole and started finger fucking her rhythmically.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped, exclaiming each time his probing fingers pushed up her cunt hole.
His head moved back and forth, mouthing her tits in turn, as his hand worked on her twat.
"Fuck me, darling," she whimpered.
"Not ... quite ... yet," he whispered.
"Oh! I'll come! You're going to make me come before you put your cock up me!"
But that didn't matter.
Gloria was quite capable of coming more than once, and usually did. An orgasm before they started fucking did not hinder the coupling in the slightest. Often she creamed three or four times before her husband finally shot his wad and he had an idea this was going to be one of those times-and every intention of making it so.
He looked up at her face.
Her countenance was contorted by lust, a mask of pure passion. Her eyes were narrowed, her lips parted. Her heavy lower lip was trembling.
Charles wondered if maybe she was thinking about Jack, having a fantasy about the horny youth.
The idea made him hotter than ever.
Her pussy was sucking on his fingers as if she wanted to drag his whole arm up her cunt. He could hear the soft, moist squishing sound her crotch was making as he steadily pushed in and pulled out.
He decided to eat her out.
The moment that he thought about that taste treat, his mouth began to water for juicy cunt.
He moved down, licking at her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button, going lower.
"Ooooh," she squealed, when she realized he was going to give her some head.
His lips brushed through her curly pubic thatch. His tongue lapped through the golden curls.
Gloria opened her legs wide and arched her back, tilting her smoldering crotch up. Charles teased her.
He by-passed her pussy and went down to her legs, slurping up her inner thigh with long tongue strokes that ended at the crease of her crotch, still not making contact with her steaming cunt. His saliva left a glistening trail up her legs and her cunt was flowing heavily now. The lips had peeled back from a slit to a slot and that open slot was filled with cunt juice.
She stared down, seeing his handsome face framed between her thighs and above her rounded belly-seeing him through the sloping curvature of her big tits, just his head, disembodied, hovering over her crotch.
"Do it!" she wailed.
She was afraid that she would cream at any moment, coming before he got his tongue up her. Since he was in the mood to eat cunt, that would be a terrible shame.
"Suck me, darling! Suck me off!"
Charles lowered his face to her crotch.
His tongue came out and lapped lightly at her cunt lips, tracing up the folds.
Using only the tip of his tongue at first, he slurped up her juicy crack and across her vibrant clit, causing the sexy woman to tremble and moan.
Then he fitted his lips to her cunt lips, tilting his head, just as if her cunt were a mouth that he was kissing. He began to suck steadily, while he stabbed his stiffened tongue as far up her hole as it would reach.
He was belly down on the bed and his prick was so hard that it was jamming down into the mattress.
But his cock would have to wait its turn-he wanted her to cream in his mouth first.
He was tongue fucking her with relish and sucking on her slot with great attention to details. Cunt juice ran over his taste buds, making him hungry for more, for the heavy flow of her climax when she creamed in his drooling mouth.
Gloria clamped her thighs around his head, pushed them wide apart, tightened them again, moving her legs in tempo with the long, rippling thrills that were coursing across her belly and running up her thighs.
Charles began to use his hands as well as his mouth, manually assisting the delicious task.
He pushed three fingers up her hole and began to finger-fuck her steadily while his tongue slipped around the creamy pussy and his lips sucked on her stiff, tingling clit. He gently pushed the middle finger of his other hand into her taut asshole, adding a new dimension to the thrill that was spinning her to the dizzy heights of sexual sensation.
Gloria was panting and moaning.
The thrill had become so intense that she wasn't sure if she was at the peak or not, if she was coming at the crest or still building towards it.
Wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her, coming faster and higher with each wave, until the separate waves had become one prolonged, sustained thrill.
Charles knew that.
His mouth was filling up with cunt juice.
He thrust his fingers up and sucked the cunt juice from her hole ravenously, swallowing the delicious nectar down and sucking more out as she gyrated and writhed in a torment of lust, grinding her pussy against his face until he was soaked with cunt juice from chin to brow.
Squirming wildly, Gloria worked her climax off in his face.
After an eternity, she lay still.
Charles lapped away gently, gathering up the flow of her juices and, at the same time, starting to prepare her for another orgasm when he put his cock in her. Soon she was ready.
He rose up, his prick throbbing as he moved it towards her cunt. Gloria had not thought of Jack at all.
CHAPTER TWO
Gloria was absolutely correct in thinking that young Jack Turner had the hots for her.
But she was wrong in imagining that Jack jerked off while he thought about her.
Jack didn't jerk off.
He had a girlfriend, instead.
Jack was a good-looking, athletic boy who came from a working-class background and was far more experienced in sexual matters than most boys of his age.
He had fucked several girls. His present girlfriend was named Bonny Carter.
She was in high school and had her own automobile, in which most of their fucking took place.
Bonny was a wide-eyed redhead with nubile hips and pert, thrusting tits. Aware of how pleasantly her tits jutted out, she had developed a sort of swaybacked posture, her slender back arched so that she came at a man tit first.
She usually wore tight shorts which were drawn up in a vee into her crotch and tight cotton tee shirts that molded to her tits and stood out in twin points where her stiff nipples pushed against the material.
She was a bold girl.
She had noticed Jack at school and, without any modesty, had asked him if he would like to go out with her sometime. He had stared at her until she blushed.
"You spread?" he asked.
"You got a dirty mouth, Jack Turner."
"Well, I can't see wasting my time going out with a girl who doesn't spread her legs."
Bonny had thought about it for a moment.
"I might-for you," she'd said.
And so Jack had gone out with her, in her car, and in a local lover's lane, Bonny had spread her legs.
They had been going steady for two months and Jack had been satisfied with the hot-panted redhead.
But then, working at odd jobs with the intention of earning enough money to buy a car, he had come into contact with Gloria Campbell. All his previous success had been with girls his own age, or thereabouts, and Jack had been overwhelmed by desire for the sexy married blonde. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he couldn't keep his cock from getting hard whenever he was around Gloria. But he didn't know how to approach an older woman. While he was self confident, even insolent, with girls like Bonny, he was tongue-tied around Gloria, confused by the seething magnitude of his passion. How did a guy seduce a married woman? What would she say if he told her he loved her? Would she be shocked or, worse, laugh at him? Suppose she were to mock him, to tell him that she had no desire to play with children, to rob the cradle? He had no idea what to do or what to expect. he wasn't even aware that Gloria had noticed the way that he looked at her-that his dumb fascination was obvious.
But if he was speechless around Gloria, he was anything but speechless about her.
He told Bonny about her.
In some perverse way, he felt compelled to torment Bonny, who let him fuck her, simply because he didn't know how to approach Gloria, for that same purpose.
Bonny was not pleased.
She had supposed that Jack loved her-well, sort of-and she knew that she didn't deserve to be the whipping girl on which he took out his frustrated lust for another woman. But she could not fathom the complexities of Jack's nature, any more than he could, himself.
Bonny was not a tramp and had not had a great deal of sexual experience before she met Jack.
She had only gone all the way with one boy, and he had dated her for six months before she let him get into her cunt. Her other affairs had been limited to heavy petting-and not even that until a boy took her out several times. She had never sucked a cock. Jack had been amazed to find that this sexy redhead, who let him screw her on their first night together, was so relatively innocent in such things. Complex, himself, he was disturbed by complexity in others, especially in a girl. He had always mentally filed girls into one of two categories-good girls and tramps. He despised the good girls for being too good to fuck and he had no respect at all for the girls who did fuck. Since they were the only two categories in which he placed girls, he didn't like any of them very much.
He had ambivalent feelings about Bonny.
Since she had been basically a good girl before she met him, he despised her for being wholesome and mocked her sexual inexperience.
And since she let him fuck her all the time, he had no respect for her, either.
But she was friendly, pretty, pleasant-she owned a car and she had turned out to be a really great piece of ass-she was always agreeable, never bitchy, fun to be with. Despite that, or possibly because of it, he resented her and enjoyed hurting her feelings with cruel disdain.
He really was a perverse young boy, was Jack.
And now he was more confused than ever, by his raging desire for Gloria Campbell.
How could he place an older married woman in one of the only two categories he used?
Being married and not fooling around, as far as he knew, she was certainly a good girl.
Being married, she almost certainly fucked.
Unable to despise her or to treat her with lack of respect, he figured that he must be in love with her.
* * *
He had talked of little else all evening.
Now, as Bonny drove into the lover's lane and switched off the ignition, her lower lip turned down in a pout and her eyes were damp, threatening to flow with tears.
Jack realized how she felt.
He enjoyed making her unhappy.
He sat against the door on the passenger side, smoking a cigarette and trying to look like Humphrey Bogart.
Bonny looked straight ahead through the windshield, waiting for him to make the usual first move.
When he didn't, she glanced at him, curiously. He blew smoke against the window shield.
"Still thinking about that married bitch?" she asked, sounding more angry than she really was-and less hurt.
"She ain't a bitch."
"If you want her so much, you ought to be with her instead of with me."
"Wish I was."
"Ohhh," she wailed.
"Not here, though. I mean, she's class stuff. No way she'd come to a lover's lane and fuck in a goddamn car, like some hot-pants tramp."
"like me, you mean?"
"You said it."
"All right, if that's the way you feel!" she said, and she reached for the keys.
But although he was enjoying tormenting her, Jack didn't want her to drive off before he'd got his rocks off. He reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"If you think I'm such a tramp...." Bonny said-but she took her hand away from the ignition.
"Well, that's what you are," he snarled.
"You spread for me the first night, didn't you?"
"Only because I love you," she protested.
"Naw. You might love me now, but you couldn't of loved me then, because you didn't even know me. Love me? You love my big dick, is what you love. That's what all you hot-pants tramps love, big dick."
Bonny began to cry.
That pleased Jack greatly.
It also made him horny.
He said, "Just because you're a tramp, don't mean I ain't gonna fuck you, bitch. That's all you're good for, so I might as well make use of it."
"I don't feel like it tonight," she said.
"Hah!"
"I'm not going to stay here and be insulted, Jack. I've had enough of you."
His eyes narrowed, glinting in the darkness.
Sneering, he said, "So you don't feel like fucking tonight, huh? Well, that suits me, because I don't feel like fucking you, either. But I feel like coming. So guess what you're gonna do? You're gonna suck me off!"
"I will not!" she cried.
Bonny had, in fact, been looking forward to sucking Jack's cock. She had already kissed the knob a few times and had been just waiting for him to ask her to give him a blow job. The idea of having a mouthful of big prick excited her and she was sure it would be thrilling to make a boy come in her mouth and swallow that hot jism. She had thought about doing that quite often, since starting her affair with Jack.
But she didn't want her first blow job to occur under these circumstances.
She had expected it to be a loving thing, that she would do it for the boy she loved and that it would be sort of romantic-as well as tasty.
"Not tonight," she added.
"Yeah, tonight," he snarled. "You're gonna gobble my big cock right up, bitch. And while you're gobbling, I'm gonna be thinking about Gloria Campbell!"
Bonny wailed with indignation.
Once more she reached out to start the car. Jack grinned and slid over, putting his arm around her. He figured that he had gone too far with that last comment and that she might really try to resist him, but he knew how to take care of that. She was a tramp and when she got hot pants she couldn't resist. He jerked her face around and kissed her, his lips grinding on hers so that she could feel his teeth under the softness of his lips.
She struggled against him, keeping her lips tightly closed at first.
But then, with a little sigh, she let her lips part and he began French kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it.
She began to get hot, despite her anger and her hurt at the way he treated her.
When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed, darting into his mouth.
His hand began to massage her plump tit, revolving slowly. Her nipple rose up against his caressing palm and he rolled it in his fingers.
"Oh, Jack," she sighed. "I do love you. I wish you wouldn't be so mean to me."
"Mean? Why, I'm good to you," he said.
He drew back and stared at her, his lips twisted in a crooked smile. She could tell that he was going to say something cruel to her again-it was that sort of smile.
He said, "How many guys would kiss you?"
"What?" she asked, not understanding. "It's not every guy that will kiss a cocksucker!"
"Oh, you bastard! Anyhow, I never ever sucked a cock, not a single one."
"Maybe so. But you're gonna tonight. So you better get all the kissing done that you want, because there ain't no way I'm gonna kiss a bitch after she's had a mouthful of prick and jism!"
Bonny decided that there was no way that she was going to blow him that night, if she ever did. There was a limit to how much she would take from the cruel bastard.
He was leering wickedly at her.
"Plenty of jism, too," he said. "Cause I'm gonna be thinking about Gloria, so I'll probably come a bucketful-and you're gonna drink every slimy drop!"
"I won't!" she wailed.
"Don't give me that-you're drooling for some prick, baby. Your mouth is watering for it."
Bonny shook her head. In fact, she had lost interest in his cock by this time and was feeling more indignant and angry than hot and horny.
"C'mon-take it out," he urged.
"I won't!"
He glared at her. Then he shrugged and reached down to open his own fly. Bonny gazed down at his crotch despite herself, for his big prick fascinated her. He drew the zipper down, unbuckled his belt and flattened the front of his jeans out in an open wedge. He was wearing white cotton briefs and they bulged and throbbed with the hard-on they contained. He pulled the elastic waistband out and down, tucking it under his balls, so that his whole big cock was bared.
Bonny caught her breath.
"Oooooh," she whimpered.
"Don't that look yummy?" he said.
"Y-yes. But I won't. Not after the way you've been talking to me."
"Aw, I was just kidding," he said.
He decided that the pleasure of getting some head from the girl was worth the effort of being pleasant to her-at least until he'd come.
"Really?" she asked, wanting to believe him.
"Sure, baby. You know I love you."
"Well ... if you promise you won't be so cruel to me anymore-and if you promise you won't be thinking about that horrid Mrs. Campbell while I-do it."
"Naw, I was just teasing you about her," he lied. "Just to make you jealous." Bonny smiled.
He could be sweet when he wanted to, she thought, rationalizing because, in fact, she was really quite eager to take that big cock into her mouth.
"Gimme a kiss," he said.
They kissed passionately.
Bonny dropped her hand onto his prick and began to massage it lovingly.
Jack rolled her tee shirt up above her tits.
He began to feel her up while she rubbed and stroked his cock. They kissed again. Bonny was starting to vibrate with eager passion and Jack's cock was throbbing as she stroked it up and down.
He fumbled her shorts open and slipped his hand inside, rubbing her snatch just to make sure that she stayed plenty hot and ready for anything.
"Shall I-now?" she asked, wide eyed, her gaze darting up and down between his face and his prick.
Jack pushed his hips up, thrusting his prick towards her invitingly.
She leaned over him and planted a kiss on the tip of his prick. She had done that before.
It wasn't like really licking or tonguing a cock. Then she leaned back slightly as she looked at his swollen shaft and thrilled to the expectation of the big mouthful.
Jack was rumbling wordless directives and pushing his hips up towards her face. He put his hand behind her head, as if to push her down on his cock, but then just held it there, willing to let the girl approach her first blow-job as she chose. His other hand continued to play with her pussy.
She folded her hand around his stalk and moved it like a gear shift, pulling the head down towards her tits. She touched his cockhead against her nipples. She moved the hot knob over her smooth tits and dipped it into her cleavage. Her tongue slid back and forth across her lower lip. She was breathing heavily, panting down onto his cock.
Then she lowered her face to his cockhead again and this time her tongue came out and lapped tentatively at the big, swollen slab. She paused, a wondering look on her face, as she experienced the tingling flavor on her taste buds. Then she gave a happy sigh when she discovered that a prick tasted every bit as good as it looked.
She began to lave the big head thoroughly, her nimble pink tongue flowing over the purple crown.
Jack moaned.
His hand stiffened behind her head, fingers splayed out. His legs extended as he arched his back and his heels began to drum on the firewall.
Although the lad would have rather died than admit it, he had never had a proper blow job before. He had fucked several girls but, coax and urge as he might, none of them had been willing to suck him off. One girl had given his knob a short slurping, but had stopped long before he was ready to shoot. So, for Jack as well as Bonny, this oral act was going to be a first-and he was looking forward to it.
But no more than Bonny was.
As eager as the lad was to blow his wad in her mouth, she was equally keen to receive that mouthful.
Now that she had started, she began tonguing with ardor and vigor and hearty appetite. She lapped and licked all around the bloated head and flutter-tongued the sensitive ridge where the thick, veined shaft merged into the big crown. She whimpered and sighed and moaned with pleasure, pausing from time to time to lean back and gaze at her handiwork. His cock head was glistening with her saliva.
The cleft gaped open.
"Ooooh!" she squealed.
A thick blob of preliminary spunk oozed from his parted cleft and clung to the tip of his cock for a moment, then began to slide sluggishly down the slope.
Bonny's tongue darted out, flattening against his shaft. Lapping upwards, she gathered that solitary drop of juice onto her tongue.
She let it run over her taste buds and into her cheek. The delicious flavor filled her with delight. When she let it slip down her throat, it seemed to warm her all the way into her belly, like a shot of fine cognac.
Another big, thick blob creamed from his gaping cleft and she lapped that up, too.
It was driving Jack wild.
"Suck on it," he rasped.
Her tongue was wonderful but he was eager to get his cock buried in her mouth.
His hand pushed on the back of her head.
Bonny kissed the tip of his prick again and this time she let her lips part slowly, just as she had when his tongue had been pushing at them. She took the head of his cock into her mouth very slowly.
Her tongue glided around against the underside of his knob and her sweet lips pulled voraciously. She took the whole big slab into her mouth and her lips clamped around his stalk like a tight collar.
She began to suck ravenously.
Only the head was in her mouth, and the fat shaft stuck out like a rivet bolting her lips to his balls. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew down his stalk. She was drooling down his rod, a trickle of saliva running down the seam of his throbbing vein.
Jack began to fuck up into her face.
His cockhead rammed back into her throat.
Bonny gagged and gasped as the fat slab lodged In the entrance to her gullet, cutting off her air. She began to bob her head up and down, her compressed lips sliding far down his stalk, then dragging back up to the knob.
She knew instinctively that that steady rhythm would bring him to climax quickly and, savoring the cock, she was eager to drink the creamy cum.
His cockhead was flowing steadily now, laying a film of jism on her tongue, not shooting yet but trickling out in a steady flow. A little creamy spurt struck the roof of her mouth and rebounded into her cheek. She gurgled with delight and moved her head faster. Her tongue was gliding and squirming around as she slurped down and pulled up, laving the underside of his cockhead and stalk as it fucked back into her throat. The steady flow from his cockhead had filled her mouth with spunk already, even though his orgasm was yet to come. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if she wanted to pump his cum out under pressure. Her other hand folded around his shaft and she began to frig him up and down, adding manual stimulation to that of her tongue and lips and cheeks, to hasten the climax.
Her lips pushed down, meeting her fist as it pulled up. Then her hand pumped down, causing his cockhead to flare mightily as her lips dragged up the stalk.
Jack was frantic with lust.
Staring down, he watched his fat cock push into her mouth. The sight was as thrilling as the feeling itself. Her lips peeled back as her head rose and cum and saliva dribbled down his rod, then her head went down and she slurped those juices back into her mouth. As she got used to cocksucking, she was going down farther and farther, until she was taking almost all of his long prick into her head and her hand was frigging only through a short distance at the very root.
Her pleasure was evident on her face as she sucked away. She was concentrating totally, her eyes crossing inwards as she watched his cock vanish into-her mouth.
"Gonna-come!" Jack gasped.
"Unghhh," she said, as his swollen cock head jammed into her gullet.
Then, "Ahhhh...." as she pulled up the stalk.
And with just the head in her mouth, she spoke into it like a microphone. "Oh, yes-come-come for me, darling-come in my mouth, let me drink your hot, thick jism!"
Her words, the sight of her pulling mouth and the thrill of having his cock buried in that hungry mouth combined to send Jack spinning to the crest.
His back arched deeply, as if he had just received an electric shock treatment. Clawing at her cunt with one hand, he pushed her head down with the other, as his loins arched upwards, his whole body curving. He cried out.
Suddenly her mouth was filled to the brim with his heavy load of spunk.
She gasped and gulped it down furiously, to make room for his second spurt.
He hosed her throat with a quicksilver jet.
Bonny squealed with joy and her head flew up and down as she milked his cock and balls and swallowed every drop of his delicious cum.
Jack slumped, drained, feeling as if his loins were hollow, his balls a void, his blood and bones and very life force melted into cum and spent in her mouth.
Bonny continued to slurp on his prick until she was sure that she had milked out every precious drop, that his balls were emptied and not a single blob still lurked in his cockhead. She slowly pulled her lips off his knob and, smiling with creamy contentment, used her tongue to lap up a few errant drops that had overflowed and run down onto his balls.
"Oh, I love doing that," she said, happily.
She snuggled against the spent boy, feeling romantic and loving. Jack pushed her away. "You're a cocksucker," he snarled. Bonny stared at him in amazement. "I'll never kiss you again," he growled. "But-but-"
Then that cruel grin mangled his mouth once more.
"And I was thinking about Gloria while you gobbled my slime, you bitch!" said that sweet-tempered young man.
CHAPTER THREE
Jack would have been amazed-and thrilled to the very core-had he known that Gloria Campbell was thinking about him at the same time.
She hadn't thought of him while her husband was eating her out, but it was Charles, taking a perverted pleasure in such speculation, who brought the subject up.
He had moved astride Gloria and fitted his bloated cock to her creamy cunt, but then he paused before slipping it into her hole.
"Were you thinking about young Jack Turner while I sucked you off?" he asked, his face contorted by passion as he looked down at his beautiful blonde wife.
"No," she said, truthfully.
"I'll bet you were."
Gloria realized then that the thought was very stimulating to her husband. She smiled.
"Maybe I was," she said.
Charles groaned as if her words had struck him a physical blow-or perhaps massaged him deliciously with the sensual syllables.
He began to work his cockhead around in her pussy, not fucking her, but just churning her twat.
Gloria, falling into the game, said, "I wonder if he has ever had a woman?"
Charles' eyes glowed with lust. He was hanging on her every word.
"It might be awfully nice to fuck a virgin boy," she said, teasing, tormenting, thrilling her husband. "I'll bet he'd cry and whimper when he came in my cunt. Ohhh! Or maybe I would take his sweet cock in my mouth and suck on him until he came-and swallow his jism-"
Charles' cockhead was so swollen that it was spreading her cunt lips almost inside out.
"I could tell you about it, afterwards," she whispered. "I could tell you everything we did-while you fucked me."
Charles groaned, his face contorted in a torment of passion and Gloria realized that she had made herself hot at the same time that she stimulated him. She certainly wasn't going to have an affair with the young man, but the idea of such an affair was thrilling.
Although she had already come in Charles' mouth, she felt as hot as if she had not come in a week.
"You'd better fuck me, darling," she whispered.
Her hips began to churn from side to side and she humped her belly up against him.
Charles began to feed the cock to her cunt.
He wedged in inch by inch, stuffing her slippery hole to the brim with his huge prick. Gloria squirmed, pushing her cunt up to meet him, wanting to feel the thrill of having that whole big cock chock-a-block up her pussy. Then he was buried to the hilt, his bloated balls jammed against his crotch and his cock head far up her cunt hole. She squirmed on it.
She worked her tingling clit against his shaft and her cunt muscles pulled and sucked on his fat length, closing in sequence, as if she was jerking him off with her pussy. He held that full penetration for a moment, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his dong sheathed in clinging, clutching cunt while she thrilled to the sensation of being stuffed to the brim with cockmeat.
Then he began to fuck her.
He thrust his cock into her cunt with long, rippling strokes, moving slowly at first. He pulled out until only the head of his prick was in her cunt hole, paused for a moment, then fed the load to her, grunting as he thrust in to the root. His torso was angled up so that he could look down into her face as he fucked her.
She bit her lower lip.
Her beautiful face switched from side to side and her golden hair flowed over her cheeks and framed her countenance against the pillow.
"Fuck," she said.
She repeated the word, saying it once each time he pushed his prick into her.
She was moving with him, in counterpoint. As he thrust up her cunt, she pushed her crotch down onto his cock and as he withdrew she twisted her hips from side to side, so that her hot hole worked like a wringer on his prick.
Her soft thighs clamped over his hips and her heels locked behind his ass. She tightened her leg muscles, pulling him into her loins. Her back was arched as she angled her twat to his cock.
He poured the prick into her steadily with long, underslung strokes. Then he changed the angle, jabbing in with short, sharp thrusts, rising up so that his cock ran full length over her vibrant clit, rotating his haunches so that his cock was corkscrewing into her cunt.
Gloria looked down at her belly.
Cunt juice was flooding from her hole, pumped out by his massive prick and running down into the crack of her ass. His balls were frothy with her juice and the bed was soaked under her grinding ass.
She kept saying, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-"
And Charles kept fucking.
They were moving faster now, unable to limit the coupling to those long, slow strokes as they both began the dazzling ascent towards the ecstasy of orgasm.
Her legs shot straight out, then she tightened her thighs around him again, pulling his prick deeply into her cunt.
Charles slid his hands under her ass and cupped the cheeks. He drew her loins up as he thrust in. She began to whimper as the waves of bliss started coursing through her belly and darting up her trembling thighs.
Her cunt was throbbing.
He could feel her pussy cream around his sensitive prick. Her cunt was sucking on his cock, wringing and pulling and dragging. Cunt juice flooded out in a deluge each time his cock stuffed her full. Her eyes fluttered and her lips worked silently now.
She was coming.
Wave after wave rippled through her, each one higher than the one before, as she climbed steadily towards the peak of final sensation.
"Come-with-me," she wailed.
She thrashed about wildly, at the crest.
Charles slammed his cock in violently and his bloated balls exploded.
His thick jet rushed up his prick and shot into her cunt with such force that his ass bounced back on the recoil. He plowed in and blew a second creamy geyser into her cunt and she cried out in ecstasy as she felt her hole fill up with jism and her cunt juice poured out, matching his orgasm in abundance, in heat, in thick, gushing joy. Drained, he slowed.
Gloria continued to squirm and writhe beneath him, working off the final spasms of her orgasm on his fat cock.
Then she, too, stilled.
"That," she said happily, "was one helluva fuck!"
Charles grinned at her.
He slowly drew his big cock out of her cunt. It had started to diminish but, even softening, it was still a massive hunk of prick.
They lay together, comfortable in the aftermath of their simultaneous coming.
Charles fell asleep first.
And Gloria, moments before she joined him in slumber, was amazed to realize that she had actually thought, for a moment, about Jack Turner as she creamed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gloria had been more amused than anything else by Jack Turner's attentions, at first. The idea of having an affair with a young man was not one that had ever occurred to her. It was rather flattering to know that she had gotten the boy worked up, but that was about the extent of it. After she had told Charles about it, however, she began to think differently in regard to the situation. It was as if her husband's excitement had been contagious. He had been so thrilled and horny by thinking of Gloria fucking Jack that it had made her thrilled and horny, by association. And so, instead of feeling merely amused by Jack's desire, Gloria began to have other thoughts.
She had no idea of actually doing anything.
Certainly not. She was a faithful wife. But it did no harm just to think about such things, to image what it would be like to fuck the boy, how excited he would be and how that youthful excitement would excite her, in turn.
And she saw little danger in a mild flirtation.
It would be fun to tease the boy a bit, to give him an odd suggestive glance, a casual nasty word, perhaps even let him sneak a glance at her crotch when she crossed her legs or somehow manage, as if by accident, to give him a look at her tits.
What was the harm?
And so it was that when Jack showed up the next morning, after Charles had already left for his office, he found Gloria wearing a frilly, semi-transparent negligee.
Bold and brash with girls of his age, the lad was struck dumb as he gaped at sexy Gloria.
She pretended not to notice his intense gaze.
She also pretended not to notice the way the front of his jeans began to bulge.
"My husband left a list of the things he wanted you to do today, Jack," she said. "I'll get it."
She left him standing by the door and moved towards the table. By design, she passed in front of the window en route, so that the morning sunlight revealed every detail of her shapely outline through the sheer silky material of her sexy robe.
Pretending to be looking for the list, she posed and postured, turning this way and that, so that the boy could see her from all the various angles.
In profile, she let him see the way her big tits thrust out, her nipples branding twin peaks into the negligee.
Turning her back, she knew that he was staring at her heart-shaped ass through the transparent silk, watching as she shot one hip out.
Facing him, but looking at the list, she gave him a full frontal vista, perfectly aware that the outline of her curly blonde pubic bush could be seen clearly through the silk, her legs slightly parted, her belly thrust out.
When she handed him the list, she let her fingers touch his in a lingering fashion.
Brushing past him then, she shifted her hip against his swollen groin.
He gave a little gasp.
Gloria looked back over her shoulder with a smile, but when she saw how worked up the youth was she began to wonder if she might have gone too far. Teasing him was one thing, but if she had made him so horny that he lost control-well, that might not be too wise. He was an athletic boy. What if he got so carried away that he tried to force her-to rape her? The thought of being raped by a horny young man was not unpleasant-and she got a bit frightened by the possibility, as much because it was not unattractive as anything else.
She was amazed at how horny she felt.
And Jack's lust was evident in his face and his body. He was staring hard at her. His lips were drawn back from his teeth and his eyes glinted with desire. He clenched his fists opened them, clenched them again.
And his prick was standing out in the front of his jeans.
Yes, she guessed she had gone too far.
She didn't trust the boy and she didn't trust herself. She decided she had better nip this in the bud by dispatching him on one of his tasks. Then she figured that she could kill two birds with one stone. She could ask him to bring the dog in from his kennel. That would get him out of the house for a few minutes, breaking the spell of passion that was gripping him and it would also provide protection, in case he did get any ideas about forcing his attentions on her. The dog was a big Alsatian, classically named Rover, and although he was not vicious, he would certainly protect his mistress if the boy were to attack her.
Moving out of the direct sunlight, so that her negligee no longer revealed the contours of her body, she told Jack to fetch Rover.
He hesitated, staring intently at her.
She didn't think he had heard her. She repeated the request, her voice cool.
"Yeah, all right," he muttered.
He turned, making no attempt to hide the outline of his huge hard-on, and went out.
Gloria breathed a sigh of relief.
She was sorry that she had teased the poor lad. She regretted her lascivious posturing. It made her feel cheap to know that she had used the lad's lust for her own amusement, like some common cockteaser. But it had excited her, too.
* * *
Jack brought Rover in.
Rover was wagging his tail and his big, wet tongue lolled over his teeth.
Jack's cock was hard as a stone, writhing in his jeans, and he licked his lips.
"Good doggy," Gloria said, petting Rover and ignoring Jack and making sure she kept her negligee closed in front as she stooped down to stroke the dog.
Looking up, keeping her face blank and hoping that the boy would think her previous display had been unintentional, she said, "Well, you have the list, Jack. You can get on with your work now, please."
He nodded and went out again.
Gloria still felt sorry for having tormented him, but glad that nothing awkward had transpired. She moved over to the window and watched Jack walk across the back yard, towards the tool and gardening shed. She supposed he was going to trim the hedges and cut the grass. He went into the shed.
He pulled the door closed behind him.
Gloria frowned, puzzled.
Then she gave a little gasp.
She knew why he was closing himself in the shed. There could be but one reason.
He was going to jerk off!
She had excited him so greatly that he had to relieve himself before he got on with his work!
That certain knowledge thrilled sexy Gloria to the core of her being.
The sight of her body had stimulated the lad and her vanity was thrilled, as well as her lust.
Jack was going to think about her while he pumped that big prick up and down and shot his wad, she was certain of that, and she had seldom felt so aroused as she did at the moment. Oh, if only she could figure out some way to spy on him! How she would have loved to secretly watch the young man pull his prick and blow his load!
If the shed had had a window, Gloria would have sneaked out and peeked in.
But there was no window and the door was closed. She thought seriously about going out under some pretext-wondering why he was not working, for instance-and opening the door of the shed, catching him in the act.
She was sorely tempted, for she really did want to see the boy jerking off. But it was no good.
If she walked in on him he would no doubt be embarrassed and would certainly stop masturbating, so all she could hope to see was one or two strokes.
She might tell him to continue.
But no, that was too dangerous by far. If he got the idea that she was hot for him-and she was!-he might not be satisfied with his own hand. It would be far too dangerous to reveal her interest in that fashion.
She sighed, frustrated.
She stared at the tool shed, half expecting to see the flimsy wooden walls vibrating in tune with his furious pumping, to hear his howl of pleasure when he came. She thought that maybe she would go out to the shed, afterwards, and look at his jism on the wall or the floor or-so hot was the boy-maybe even on the ceiling.
Gloria's cunt was simmering.
She grinned ruefully, a little embarrassed and ashamed of herself, but so very hot that her sexual needs took precedence over anything else.
There was only one thing to do.
Gloria decided that she would finger-fuck herself in the house, while Jack jerked off in the tool shed, thinking of him while he thought of her, sharing the thrill of a climax with the horny boy through the distance that separated their individual, solitary release.
She moved to the couch and sat down.
Her pussy was glowing like a burning ember between her thighs, squishing and steaming.
She opened her negligee, folding it back and looking down at her body. Her nipples were so swollen that they looked as if they might burst. Her crotch was foaming.
She spread her legs wide apart.
She began to rub her cunt with both hands, her face twisting into a mask of passion.
Oh, she wished that she had a big, hard cock instead of only her hands and fingers!
She imagined Jack, pumping his prick energetically up and down, thinking of her as his balls expanded and his cum started to burst.
Tilting her wrist, she pushed three fingers up her hole and began to steadily finger-fuck her cunt, while her other hand traced up her cunt lips and strummed at the taut, vibrant bud of her clit.
It felt nice-but not as nice as a cock or a hot, slurping tongue!
Gloria wished that she were acrobatic enough to go down on herself.
God, how lucky a woman would be if she were able to eat herself out, Gloria thought. She could do it whenever she liked, for as long as she wanted, without any necessity to please someone else, setting the pace that suited her best.
Gloria had tried, once.
Lying on the bed, she had thrown her legs up, feet against the wall, knees beside her face. She had craned her neck up, trying desperately to get her mouth on her twat. But she had fallen short-frustratingly short. She had come close, and that had made it all the more frustrating. Pushing her tongue out, she had managed to lick at her pubic hair, but that loving tongue had been an inch short of her clit.
She had seriously contemplated taking yoga lessons.
Now she wished that she had. Her hot cunt needed some attentive tongue. Her busy hands seemed only to be making her hotter, without bringing her towards a climax. She pushed her fingers up her hole quickly, twisting them. Her other hand rubbed her clit to a froth. Cunt juice was running down her hand and seeping down her crotch. She was panting and whimpering. Her eyes rolled back, her eyelashes fluttered.
She threw her head back, grinding her crotch against her hands, willing herself to cream.
She felt something hot on the inside of her thigh.
Puzzled, she looked down.
Rover, intrigued by this situation, had padded across the room and was pushing his muzzle out towards her cunt, his doggy breath billowing over her steaming crotch.
Shocked, she was about to push him away.
He regarded her with a baleful eye.
And....
His tongue was lolling out!
CHAPTER FIVE
Oh, no! Gloria thought. I can't-I mustn't!
Gloria gazed down at the interested canine and the most wicked and depraved thoughts darted through her mind. She clamped her hands over her cunt, shielding it from the dog's muzzle.
"Go away," she commanded.
Rover eyed her, wagging his tail.
I can't let a dog lick my cunt, she told herself. That would be too perverted, too degenerate, too degrading. I'd never forgive myself if I did.
But his lolling tongue was long and wet and warm.
And she thought, of course, letting a dog lick me off wouldn't be as bad as some things.
It wouldn't be an act of adultery, surely. It wouldn't be as if I were cuckolding Charles.
And it wouldn't be as if I let the dog fuck me. That would really be depraved, but just a little tongue.
And a dog can't kiss and tell-no one would ever have to know what I did.
And I need some tongue!
It wouldn't be as wicked as if I asked Jack to eat me out, for instance-and safer, because a dog can't rape a woman, no matter how horny he gets.
Oh, it would be so naughty!
But naughty things are so much more thrilling than wholesome things, aren't they?
And Gloria smiled at the dog.
She took her hands away from her crotch.
Rover pushed his snout in. His wet nose touched her clit and she shivered. The situation was so preposterous that she felt like giggling, and yet it was exciting, too. She pushed her belly down, her ass resting on the very edge of the couch. She stroked the dog's head.
Rover gave her a baleful, questioning look almost as if seeking her permission.
She wondered if, in some canine fashion, he, too, knew that it was wrong.
"Go ahead, boy," she whispered. "Hot pussy, Rover-gobble it up!"
He wagged his tail and his haunches quivered.
The dog began to tongue her cunt.
His tongue was rough. It started her clit humming as he laved and lapped at her creamy pussy. His hind legs scrabbled on the floor. Gloria held his head in both hands, drawing up folds of hairy flesh, and began moving his snout around in her crotch as she ground her pussy up and down against his questing tongue.
Gloria loved it.
She hooked one knee over the dog and arched her back. Rover was panting right up her cunt and she was panting like a dog, herself-like a bitch in heat-as she thrilled to his attentive tongue.
She spread her cunt wide open with her fingers, so that the shaggy brute could lap at the inner lips.
Doggedly, he kept to the task.
But as Rover's long, limp tongue slurped away, his long, shaggy cock started to stiffen.
Gloria gasped when she saw his prick harden under his belly, the bright red knob sliding slowly out from the hairy sheath.
She hadn't counted on that.
In her eagerness to get licked off, she hadn't realized that the obedient canine would require some attention, himself. Now the poor beast was horny.
Unlike Jack Turner, Rover could not jerk off.
Gloria had no intention of jerking a dog off, of course, but she felt sorry for the animal, realizing how frustrating it must be to have a hard-on when you didn't have a bitch available, or even a hand.
Why, it was worse by far than what she had done to Jack! No only had she become a cock teaser-but she had become the lowest of the breed-a dog-cock teaser!
Fascinated, she watched his elongated pecker head push out from the hairy shaft and turn up along his belly.
Rover cocked an eye at her, as if he were aware that she was regarding his prick. He looked hopeful.
His tongue gave a great upward slurp.
Suddenly, Gloria was creaming.
The thrill struck her so fast and unexpectedly that it took her by surprise. She didn't even realize that she was coming, for a moment. Then she began to wail and thrash about on the very edge of the couch while the dutiful dog lapped up every drop of her flooding cunt juice.
Drained, she gently pushed his head away from her crotch. He stepped back and sideways, revealing his long cock in profile, the bright red tip glistening, the cleft parted, a trickle of slime oozing out.
"Oh, no!" she cried.
He looked at her with one big eye, tail pumping, hairy haunches trembling.
"Go away," she ordered, without much conviction.
Rover whimpered.
His tongue lolled out again, as if to remind her of the service it had rendered.
The poor beast did seem to be desperate.
Gloria thought, I don't suppose it would hurt if I were to jerk him off. I owe him that much. And it wouldn't be any more naughty than letting him lap my cunt. She grinned.
It might even be fun, she thought.
And if I ever need him to lick me off again, it might be just as well that he knows that he has a nice hand-job coming as a reward-like a dog biscuit for a clever trick. And, anyhow, I can't have him running around the house with a hard-on. He'll drip all over the furniture and the rugs-and it will be terribly embarrassing if Jack comes back in the house and sees that Rover has a boner-he might get the wrong idea. Well, not so wrong, maybe, but an idea I don't want him to get....
Oh, I am so depraved! she thought, rather thrilled by that exciting realization.
Gloria had decided that she was going to give the dog a hand-job. It was the simplest solution to a tricky problem, she owed him an orgasm and, most important of all, jerking off dogs was not as vile as teasing dog dick. Or so she reasoned.
She patted the couch beside her hip.
Rover's eyes flashed. She could have sworn that he was grinning at her.
"Good dog ... come here," she said.
Rover came.
He placed his drooling muzzle on the couch and stood with his hind legs spread, his flanks quivering. Gloria was not quite sure how to go about whacking off a dog. But she anticipated little difficulty, for the head of his doggy dick was already gleaming with canine cum.
She curled onto her side on the floor, beside his loins. His hips moved as if he were fucking a bitch in slow motion. Gloria reached out, hesitating at the last moment, her fingers only an inch from his prick. She had a few last fleeting misgivings and doubts, wondering how she would feel, afterwards. She felt, in fact, much the same way she had felt when she decided to let a man fuck her for the first time.
She wondered if Rover would respect her, afterwards.
He whimpered eagerly.
Gloria let her breath out slowly.
Then she folded her fist around the dog's cock.
She could feel it throb and harden as she gripped it and began to pull steadily up and down.
She leaned closer, watching in fascination, her face blushing with shame but her cunt starting to simmer again, inspired by the same sense of depravity that was reddening her face. But her face was not as red as the head of that dog's cock, which was bright scarlet and streaked with creamy cum.
Her hand pulled up, folding the hairy sheath over the rim of the head, then pushed back so that the cockhead flared out from the bristly skin.
Gloria had intended to do this strictly as a favor to the poor brute.
Now she found that she was enjoying the sordid act, thrilled by her own perversion.
She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that hairy prick up her cunt.
She imagined kneeling, ass hiked up. while the dog mounted her like a bitch and threw a dog fuck into her cunt.
She imagined taking him in the frontal position, fucking him as if he were a human.
And-with a further flush of shame-she wondered what it would be like to blow a dog!
Her face was very close to his throbbing cockhead and it was not so incredible that, in such a position, a thought like that should occur to her.
Gloria was awfully hot.
She thought: I might just touch the tip of my tongue against the head of his cock-just to see what it felt like and tasted like-that wouldn't be as wicked as if I actually took his prick into my mouth or sucked him off.
His cockhead was slathered with cum.
But that only made the idea more exciting.
It still wouldn't be adultery-Rover would never tell-it was just a little naughty. Every woman ought to lick a dog's cock once in her life, she told herself.
She tilted her head and ducked under his belly.
Her tongue came out and fluttered against the sharply tapered head of his cock.
His slime coated her taste buds.
Ummm-yummy, she thought.
She began to lap and lave all over that swollen, scarlet slab of dog prick. She kissed the tip and ran her tongue down as far as the skinned-back sheath. And then, despite her good intentions, she decided that it would not hurt just to take that tasty hunk of cock into her mouth and suck on it for a second!
She fitted her lips to the oozing tip and slowly let them part, taking the canine cockhead into her mouth.
She began to suck.
Rover gave a wild yelp, then a whimper of ecstasy. He was a handsome dog and had fucked his share of bitches, but he had never had a blow job before. In his canine fashion, he was a very happy animal.
And Gloria, once she had that succulent slab of prick in her mouth, knew that there was no way she was going to stop sucking on it until she had milked the brute's bestial cum. It was simply too good to resist.
She began to move her head up and down, sliding the dog's cock in and out of her lips. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked on the delicious red slab and her nimble tongue caressed the underside of that elongated knob. Her hand was still folded around the furry shaft of his cock and she began to jerk him off again, her fist rising up to meet her lips as they pressed down.
My God! I'm jerking a dog off in my mouth! she thought. And I love it!
His hind legs scrambled on the floor and his hairy haunches jolted in and out. He was fucking her in the mouth, furiously, his balls tightening as his climax drew towards the crest.
He howled.
Suddenly his cock was spurting, filling her eager mouth with Alsatian jism, and the greedy, oversexed housewife merrily gulped it down and sucked for more, pushing her head down and burying the bone.
Voraciously, she milked his cock and balls dry and swallowed every drop of that precious fluid.
Rover staggered away on unsteady legs.
Gloria leaned back, amazed at how much she had relished sucking a dog's cock and drinking his spunk.
She thought that it was probably the most wicked thing that a woman could do.
It was more wicked than fucking him, she thought.
And then she got a strange light in her eyes.
Her oral hunger was well slaked by the animal's abundant load, but her pussy was hot again, inspired by the action at the other end of her sexy body.
And if sucking a dog off was more depraved than fucking him, and since she had already committed that ultimate depravity, was there any harm in committing the lesser sin?
Gloria shuddered deliciously at the thought of having her cunt stuffed full of dog dick.
She took her negligee off and, naked, turned onto her hands and knees.
Rover had curled up in the corner and seemed about to go to a contented sleep.
But the moment he saw the naked blonde on her hands and knees, with her ass wagging and her creamy cunt open to his gaze, he recognized the position. He was no fool, that dog. The bitch might be hairless and maybe she didn't have a sexy, curly tail, but there was nothing wrong with that juicy cunt that he had so thoroughly licked out.
Gloria looked back over her shoulder. She was grinning wickedly.
"Come and get it, boy," she urged.
The dog sprang to obey.
CHAPTER SIX
Unlike 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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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?
"Ummmm," 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 series 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....
CHAPTER NINE
Charles Campbell was determined to be a faithful husband, but he was no fool and realized that a man quite often found himself in situations where only resolute willpower and firm determination could prevent adultery. Being a horny fellow, he was not so absolutely sure that he could resist when these occasions arose. But he was intent on doing his best to avoid such temptations.
He saw such a situation when he had to hire a new receptionist for his office. Everyone fucked their secretaries and receptionists, he knew. It was simply part of the free enterprise system that had made America great-industry, the assembly line and secretaries who fucked like crazed weasels.
It would be hard not to screw his receptionist.
Not only would it be frustrating, but it would make him seem a clod in the eyes of his peers, old-fashioned, ultra-conservative, no doubt hurting his business as clients took their affairs to other firms.
He considered hiring an ugly receptionist, but that was self-defeating. Clients and customers liked to be greeted by a beautiful young lady when they called.
He interviewed an elderly woman, but when he asked if she had any experience, she told him she'd had plenty and that she could give a super blow job after removing her false teeth, so he didn't hire her.
Then he hit upon the solution.
He would hire a lesbian!
A beautiful lesbian would satisfy the clients, who need not know that she was homosexual. Everyone would assume that Charles was fucking her plenty. And no matter how much he felt like fucking her, he would not have to worry about his lack of willpower, since she would put up all the necessary resistance because of her inverted nature.
Gloria thought this was a fine and clever plan and was grateful to Charles for being so thoughtful in avoiding the near occasions of adultery.
He placed ads in the gay newspaper Deviate Daily, Pervert Press and Head-lines. The response was abundant. Lesbians wrote and phoned and clamored at the door, seeking employment at which they could be themselves. Charles interviewed a great many and finally hired a ravishing young lady with long black hair and a juicy ass. She assured him that she would not let him fuck her. would not let him fuck her.
Her name was Jane.
She only fucked other women.
And, at the moment, she was wondering if she would fuck the juicy young redhead who had just walked into the office, looking timid and uncertain but with her jaw set in a mysterious determination.
It was Bonny.
* * *
Bonny had decided that she would tell Charles Campbell that Jack Turner lusted for his wife.
She hoped that Campbell would fire the young man, once he knew about it and that when he was no longer spending his days around Gloria, Jack would forget about the woman.
She approached the desk.
"May I help you, Miss?" Jane asked, giving the lithesome young redhead a slow, up and down look.
"Errr ... I'd like to see Mister Campbell, please."
That seemed unlikely, Jane thought. Bonny was wearing her usual outfit, cut-off jeans that were dragged into a tight vee at her crotch, splitting her plump cunt lips, and a tee shirt so tight it looked like a coat of whitewash.
Jane licked her lips.
"If you will state your business?"
"Well-it's personal," Bonny mumbled.
Jane frowned.
What possible business, personal or otherwise, would this sexy nymphette have with the boss? She knew that Charles didn't screw around, or else she might have thought the girl was a whore or had gotten knocked up or something. The thought was rather exciting. Although Jane didn't like men much herself, she liked to think of men fucking sexy girls, making them whimper and come with big heterosexual cocks. Sometimes, with a huge rubber dildo harnessed to her limber haunches, Jane like to pretend that she was a man, herself.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Miss," she said. "Mister Campbell is a busy man. Anyhow, he's out to lunch at the moment. So if you'll give me some idea what it's about, perhaps I can set up an appointment for you."
She looked at the way Bonny's tits thrust against her tight tee shirt and, unconsciously, arched her willowy back, so that her own tits jutted out in her simple black dress. Her twat was simmering in her chair.
Bonny hesitated.
Then she said, "It's about his wife."
"Oh?" Jane raised her eyebrows in surprise-and interest. She had often wished she could get sexy Gloria into bed-a factor Charles had not considered when he hired a disciple of Sappho as a receptionist.
"And my boyfriend."
"If you'll explain?"
"Well-my name is Bonny Carter. My boyfriend is Jack Turner. Your boss is Charles Campbell-but I guess you already know that, right? Anyhow, my boyfriend works for the Campbells-doing odd jobs at their house. And he's got the hots for Gloria Campbell. That's all he ever talks about. I don't think they've done anything naughty yet, but I figured that Mister Campbell ought to know so he can get rid of Jack before anything does happen. You know what I mean?"
"I see," said Jane, thoughtfully.
She was wondering how she might turn this knowledge to her advantage.
If Gloria had actually fucked this young man, Jane figured she might blackmail the delectable blonde, offering not to tell her husband in return for some pussy. She grinned at the idea. She could say that the best way to seal her lips was to sit on her face. A girl can't spread gossip when she has a set of juicy cunt lips spread over her mouth, right?
But since Gloria hadn't actually done anything wrong, that wouldn't work.
Jane wondered if she might be able to get into the redhead's pants, instead.
"I can see why you are concerned," she said, with a friendly, sympathetic smile.
"You think Mister Campbell will be interested?"
"I'm sure he will."
"I can wait."
Jane glanced at the clock. She had half an hour or so, before Charles returned from lunch.
And there was a couch in his inner office.
Her crotch was simmering so energetically that she might have been seated in the electric chair.
Jane made up her mind.
"You may wait in his office," she said.
She ushered the nubile redhead in, looking at the way her delightful little ass rolled as she walked. The cut-off jeans were so short that the lower rims of the cheeks of her ass were exposed, and so tight that they were dragged up into the cleavage between those firm mounds. Her hips moved a lot more than was strictly necessary for propulsion and she had that swayback posture that pushed her tits out.
She motioned Bonny to the couch.
Jane sat on the arm of the couch, beside her.
"Maybe you had better give me a few more details, Bonny," she said. "I'm on your side and I'd like to help you present your grievance in the most lucid fashion."
Bonny nodded, not really sure what the sultry receptionist had said.
"Your boyfriend-Jack Turner-is he experienced in sexual intercourse?"
"Yeah," Bonny said.
"Do you sleep with him?"
"No."
"No?" Jane said surprised. "Well, not in bed. We don't sleep together. But we fuck in my car a lot."
"Ah. I see."
"And I blew him last night."
Jane gave a little sigh as she imagined those sweet lips pulling on a prick.
"But he was thinking about Gloria Campbell while I sucked him off," Bonny went on, getting into her story now, happy at having found such a sympathetic ally.
"The swine!"
"Yeah, he's a real rat."
"Does he have a big cock?"
Bonny didn't see why that was applicable and frowned. Jane thought fast. She wanted to get the girl thinking about big cocks so that she would get horny but she realized that she needed a reason for bringing the subject up.
She said, "If he has a big cock, he's more likely to be able to seduce Gloria, you see. A guy with a small prick might get just as horny and try just as hard, but he hasn't got as much chance of seducing a woman as a guy with a huge whang does. So that's an important point."
"Oh. Yeah, I can see that."
"So tell me about his cock."
"Yeah, it's big. Big and hard and hot and creamy and ... oooooh...." Bonny squealed as the image of that proud prick danced in her head.
She didn't seem to notice that the receptionist had moved a hand onto her shoulder, stroking affectionately.
"What about his tongue?" Jane asked.
"His tongue?" Bonny asked, puzzled.
"Is he skilled at licking cunt, I mean?"
"Why-I don't know. He never has."
"Never has!" Jane gasped, feigning horror. "A lovely girl like you-and he's never eaten you out."
"Nope."
"Surely you've asked him to."
"Nope."
"But-don't you like to have your pussy sucked?"
"I don't know," Bonny said. "I never had it."
Jane's hand had slipped, as if by accident, down onto the young girl's plump, thrusting tit. She slowly drew her fingers together, stroking up the mound to the nipple. That nipple was stiff and vibrant.
Jane was feeling hopeful.
Bonny was sort of dumb-but dumb girls were liable to fall for the most far-fetched schemes, and a dull mind had no dulling effect on an alert cunt.
"Do you mean to tell me that you've never had anyone go down on you? Give you head?"
Bonny shook her head.
"Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"Well, I guess so. I mean-sure. But no guy ever offered and I didn't figure it was the sort of thing that a nice girl asks a guy to do."
"Why, that's your trouble!" Jane exclaimed.
"Huh?"
"That's why your boyfriend is interested in another woman. There's no doubt in my mind. No woman can expect to keep a man interested if she doesn't feed him plenty of pussy!"
"I never knew that!" cried the young, impressionable redhead, looking wide-eyed in surprise.
"Certainly."
"I figured guys only did it as a special favor."
"No, they cherish cunt sucking, each and every one. It's as necessary in a man's diet as vitamins."
"Gee, I'm so glad you explained that to me," Bonny said, with a grateful smile. She noticed that the ravishing, black-haired receptionist was rubbing her tit, but she guessed it was just a sympathetic pat. "I'll ask Jack if he wants to gobble my gash tonight!"
Bonny beamed happily at the expectation.
"But wait!" Jane cried.
"What is it?" Bonny asked, worried.
"You say you've never been sucked off?"
"Never."
"Oh, dear. That is a problem," Jane said, looking worried and distraught.
"How come?"
"Oh, you poor, innocent girl-a cunt is never tasty, the first time it is eaten."
Bonny's eyes rolled around in wonderment at such wisdom, such arcane knowledge.
"Why is that?" she asked.
"Why, a cunt has to be properly prepared, just like any delicacy. like meat must be seasoned and gourmet sauces blended-like meringue must be whipped-"
Bonny was gaping at her in amazement. There were so many things that Bonny hadn't known.
"A pussy that had never had a tongue steeped in it-ugh! If you offer your boyfriend an unseasoned cunt, he will probably gag on it."
Bonny wailed in horror.
"He will be so disgusted that he'll probably break off your affair on the spot and storm off, spitting."
"But-if that's the case-how does a poor girl ever get her first sucking?"
"Why she has to get it from someone she doesn't care about, obviously. Some ugly, elderly fellow-or a Mexican, whose taste buds have been ruined by hot chili-a down and out bowery ass, who will do it for a quarter-"
"Yechhh!" Bonny said.
"Yes, you'll have to go out onto the streets-into the slums-and coax and cajole some wretched, hairy creature, some hideous pervert, some horny hippy-"
"I couldn't! I'd rather do without!"
"And lose Jack to Gloria?"
"Oohhh! What shall I do?"
"That's up to you. But believe me-a cunt has to be stirred by a tongue and seasoned by saliva before it's succulent enough to offer to your lover."
Bonny looked up at her mentor. Jane was so adamant in her convictions, evidently, that her face was all shining with the light of knowledge, twisted just as if the sultry woman were feeling passionate.
"Gee-you seem to know all about these things," Bonny said, shyly. "Can I ask how-how you got your first suck?"
"Ah! I was more fortunate."
Bonny looked hopeful, groping for a solution.
"My older sister did it to me," Jane said. "Your sister."
"Urn hum."
"But that's-that's-"
"Sisterly love," said Jane.
"That's what lesbians do!" Bonny wailed.
"Sure. But that's different. Lesbians like to do it-foul creatures that they are-whereas my sister only did it to prepare me for men."
"I see. I guess."
"My dear sister had had a horrid experience, you see. She hadn't know-just as you didn't-how awful a pussy is when it's not properly prepared. So she let her boyfriend go down on her. And he vomited on her cunt. Embarrassing? I should say so! And my sister didn't want me to suffer a terrible mortification like that, so she was kind enough to give my cunt a thorough sucking before I presented it to men."
"Oh, she must have been swell!"
"Yes-" said Jane, slowly.
For there was a grain of truth to her tale-her sister had, in fact, eaten her out a few times.
Bonny said, "But I'm an only child-"
"Don't you have a girlfriend who would be willing to do you a favor?"
"Not that sort of favor."
"Too bad. You could offer to do it to her, too-so that both of you were ready for men."
"None of my girlfriends know about that."
"Well, you'll just have to lose Jack, in that case. It seems a shame."
Bonny began to sob.
"Unless-" Jane said.
Bonny jerked her face up, eyes moist, ready to clutch at any straw.
"I suppose-I could do it for you," said Jane.
"Oh! Would you?"
"Well, I certainly wouldn't enjoy it. But-I feel so sorry for you."
"I'd be ever so grateful!" Jane gave her a slow smile. "I'll just bet you will, honey," she said.
CHAPTER TEN
Jane knelt in front of the couch.
Bonny smiled at her in heartfelt gratitude, thinking her the kindest, most selfless woman that she had ever known, for offering this favor, unpleasant as it must be.
"Just relax and enjoy it, baby," said Jane.
"Enjoy it?"
"Errr ... I mean, grit your teeth and bear it."
"Oh-yes."
Bonny dutifully gritted her teeth. But, amazingly enough, she was sort of looking forward to it. She knew that she shouldn't, that there should be no pleasure involved-that it should be like having to go to the dentist to get a cavity filled, unpleasant but necessary. And yet, despite herself, the juicy cavity between her thighs was simmering in expectation of being filled by Jane's tongue. It was hard to consider that soft probe the same way one thought of a dentist's drill and, oral it might be, but it was not dentistry.
She leaned her head against the back of the couch.
Jane began to rub her tits, outside her tee shirt, at first, then moving her hands inside and caressing the naked, stiff-tipped globes. She rolled the tee shirt up and, leaning in, began to suck of those taut nipples.
Bonny wondered what that had to do with cunt sucking.
"It's to make your pussy juicy," Jane explained. "A dry pussy is hard to suck-it'll be quicker this way."
Now why didn't I think of that? Bonny thought.
Obviously, since she isn't a lesbian, she wants to get it over with in the most expedient fashion.
Jane unsnapped Bonny's shorts.
She drew the zipper down and folded the flaps back in a triangle, gazing at the redhead's plump mound rising under her white panties.
She licked her lips.
She tugged the jeans down and Bonny hiked her ass up so they could pass under her. Jane removed them from her feet. Then she hooked her fingers under the elastic band of Bonny's panties and drew them down, leaving the girl's crotch bare. She gazed at that burning bush with such intensity that Bonny felt shy and kept her legs together.
"Jane placed a hand on each knee and gently spread the redhead's legs apart.
"Ahhh," Jane sighed.
Jane's nipple sucking had done its work well-the redhead's cunt was unfurled, the lips peeled back, the open slot foamy with cunt juice. Leaning down, Jane began to run her tongue up the smooth inner slopes of Bonny's thighs.
Bonny began to tingle.
Jane flicked a fingertip up the girl's crack and Bonny gave a little squeal of pleasure.
Jane smiled and, tilting her wrist, slowly worked her middle finger up that hot hole. She began to push and pull, finger fucking slowly and steadily and twisting her finger around inside the girl's gash.
"Feel nice?" she murmured.
"Oh! Yes! But-it shouldn't!"
"Of course it should," Jane said.
Bonny began to wonder if there were aspects to this act that she didn't fathom. Jane did not look at all like a woman approaching a distasteful duty. She looked, in fact, incredible as it seemed, as if she were enjoying herself!
But Bonny was not about to ask any questions.
Jane began shoving two fine, stiff fingers up Bonny's flooded slot, then three fingers, stuffing that cunt rhythmically while she switched her thumb back and forth across the redhead's clit.
Her tongue switched back and forth between her parted lips in the same way, in eager expectation.
She lowered her face.
Bonny shuddered when the tip of Jane's tongue tapped against her taut clit. Jane licked lightly at that frenzied nugget, then began to lap up the parted cunt lips and to dip her tongue right into the pussy slit.
Fitting her lips to that steaming slot, Jane began to suck ravenously.
"Ummm-yummy-" she sighed. "Delicious!"
Bonny stared at Jane, realizing that she had been deceived-and not caring at this stage.
Jane's tongue began to stab deep up her cunt. Her lips pulled lovingly on her clit. She used her fingers to spread Bonny's pussy wide open, her tongue delving up the slot, her whole face twisting around in the girl's creamy crotch, so that Jane was coated with cunt juice from chin to brow.
"You like it!" Bonny cried.
"I love it!" Jane whimpered.
"So do I!" Bonny wailed.
And she settled down to enjoy it.
Jane wallowed around in Bonny's creamy crotch like a playful porpoise in a pool. She used her stabbing tongue, her sucking lips, her whole face as she merrily thrashed between those slippery, slender thighs. She sucked and nibbled gently on the girl's inflamed clit and shot her nimble tongue as far up her hole as it would extend. She used her hands to spread the cunt lips wide apart, so that she could greedily lave the inner lips, then finger-fucked the girl's pussy alongside her tongue while she fingered her taut asshole with the other hand. She was gobbling ravenously on that savory snatch and her efforts drove Bonny wild with joy.
Bonny arched her back.
She extended her legs, wide apart, then brought them in, clamping Jane's busily munching face between her thighs. She reached down to hold the woman's face between her hands. She bowed forwards, rolling down, then stretched back, pushing her loins out, so mad with lust that she did not know what she was doing and could not determine which position brought her the greatest pleasure.
Cunt juice poured from her hole, running over Jane's probing tongue and seeping back into her mouth, where the merry cunt sucker savored the juices on her taste buds for a moment, then gulped them down her gullet.
Bonny's trim haunches worked like pistons.
Jane was fairly shoveling tongue to her creamy cunt, slapping it far up the hole and drawing it out, curled, with a load of cunt juice streaking the pink flesh.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to swallow that delicious pussy, clit, hole and mound. Cunt juice poured down her chin and dribbled from her jaw, soaking the front of her black dress where her own thrusting tits had pushed the garment out like a shelf designed to catch the overflow from Bonny's fiery twat.
"Come," she whimpered, wanting desperately to bring the succulent, delectable child to the crest.
"I will-I will!" Bonny cried, affirming and promising that creamy culmination, as eager to come as Jane was to drink that thick fluid.
Jane's hands moved on her flanks, then cupped her under the ass, lifting Bonny's slender pelvis up just as if it were a goblet which she was draining-sipping from that hairy cup with greedy slurps-thirstily quaffing from that creamy bowl of wondrous nectar.
Bonny squirmed down, working her cunt against Jane's tilted face as her climax approached.
"Come for me!" Jane cried again.
Bonny was beyond words-her cry of response was wavering, echoing the thrill that had started to rip across her loins and dart up her widespread thighs. She threw her head back, eyes fluttering, mouth parted. A long, low moan escaped her, rising to a higher pitch as the climax built.
The dam burst, the floodgates opened her seething cunt churned the cream out in a thick deluge, filling Jane's eager mouth to the brim.
Jane gulped it down relishing that succulent stuff.
When the girl stopped trembling, Jane gave her pussy a final lapping, then raised her head and looked up, somewhat doubtful. She knew that Bonny had loved getting eaten out, but she was not so sure what the girl's reactions would be now that she had come-now that need and passion no longer controlled her emotions.
Jane knew that she might well be furious at having been conned into feeding pussy to a lesbian.
She realized that her feeble excuse-that she had merely done it to prepare that sweet pussy in an eatable fashion-would no longer work. Unable to conceal her own joy as she feasted with gusto upon that creamy delicacy, Jane had blown her cover.
Jane smiled tentatively. Bonny stared at her, looking stunned. Then, slowly, a smile crept across Bonny's lips.
"You're one of those lesbians, aren't you?" she asked, her forehead creased but her lips smiling.
Jane nodded.
"That wasn't true, was it? About a girl's cunt not being tasty the first time it's eaten."
"Well-no."
"I didn't think so. In fact-I guess that really I didn't believe it even when you were telling me. It was just that-well, it seemed like such a lovely thing to have happen."
"You aren't angry?"
"How could a girl be angry at anyone-man or woman-who made her come so nice?"
Jane felt a surge of pride in her work. Even as a receptionist, she tried for perfection-as a sucker of cunts, she strove to be the ideal. She lowered her eyelashes demurely, receiving the compliment modestly, blushing like a maiden.
"In fact," said Bonny, looking down at her well-satisfied cunt, "you made me come a lot better than Jack Turner ever did. I don't give a damn if I lose him now, or not-now that I know there are better things-"
Jane blinked.
Had she made a convert?
Had she achieved the feat towards which all lesbians strive-bringing a novice to the fold? Created another lesbian, in the only form of reproduction available to the breed?
"But-did you enjoy it, too?" Bonny asked.
"Couldn't you tell?" Jane said.
"It sure looked like it. But-well, you didn't come or anything, did you? I mean, it was all sort of one sided-I didn't do anything to you-"
She paused, as if waiting for Jane to speak, but Jane was speechless, hardly daring to hope that Bonny was implying a return of the favor.
Bonny smiled impishly.
"Maybe I ought to," she said.
Jane squealed. Her pussy throbbed.
With a heterosexual girl, she was always perfectly content to do the sucking and not expect reciprocation. But it was always better if both girls did each other.
"She said, "I get off work at five. Would you-like to meet me then? Go to my place?"
"Urn hum. But-why wait?"
Jane shot a glanced at the clock.
Bonny said, "I'm afraid I might change my mind-get shy or have second thoughts about it, once I'm alone. Maybe I'd better do it now."
Was there time? Jane wondered. Would Charles linger over a three-martini lunch-or would he return before they had finished? She didn't want to lose her job.
But she didn't want to lose this sweet young convert to lesbianism, either.
The longer she hesitated, the less time they would have.
She saw Bonny's tongue run across her lips. The sight thrilled her so deeply that her last doubts vanished.
"Yes-why wait?" said horny Jane.
She took her dress off.
Jane wore stockings-not pantyhose-and a black garter belt. She left them on, well aware of how lovely a cunt looked when it was framed in straps, harnessed up to the job, presented as if on a platter.
Her cunt was bushy, her pubic hair luxuriant and as black as the hair on her head, and that ebony forest was divided by the flooded slit of her pussy.
She sat on the couch and Bonny, without hesitation, knelt in Jane's former position on the floor.
Bonny gave a little whimper when she saw how Jane's cunt was overflowing, the ivory sauce running down into the crack of her taut ass.
The sight caused her to drool.
Bonny had never even thought about eating out a cunt before, but now she was suddenly ravenous for that pussy, her mouth watering with hunger.
She tilted her head forwards, red hair cascading over Jane's arched thighs.
Bonny took a lick.
It was even better than she'd hoped!
She began lapping and laving with gusto, spooning out that delicious pussy juice. She had been afraid that she would not know how to do it, at first-that it would take a bit of practice and experience before she was able to deal out head as well as her mentor. But as soon as she started lapping that pussy, she realized that cunt sucking was a thing that a woman instinctively knew how to do, an art as natural as it was tasty.
She buried her face to Jane's crotch.
Her red hair flowed over Jane's black pubic thicket and her lips parted over the woman's sodden slot, slurping merrily away as she stabbed her tongue up the hole.
Jane, inspired by the cunt sucking she had done before, creamed in moments.
Bonny gulped the joy juice up.
But it had been too fast. Now that she was stuck to that sweet cunt, she wanted to stay right where she was, to linger over the delights of pussy sucking for a long time, savoring this new experience to the utmost. She paused for a moment, then started sucking again.
Jane, with her cunt drained, was hungry for some more cunt, herself.
"Let me do you again, now," she whispered.
"No! I want to do you again, first!" Bonny protested, her words muffled on the muff.
"Let's do each other!" cried Jane, with a sudden flash of inspiration.
"Oh! Yes!" Bonny wailed.
Jane slipped from the couch, winding around. On the thick, expensive carpet, the two oversexed woman began to sixty-nine with relish.
Time was forgotten in the frenzy of lust.
And that was the sight that greeted Charles Campbell when he walked in, returning from lunch....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh! I say!" the startled man remarked.
The girls did not hear him. Their ears were muffled between thighs, their faces buried. Jane was on top, her trim ass moving above Bonny's face, her own face grinding between the up-thrust pillars of Bonny's legs.
Charles could hear the juicy mouthing and the whimpers those mouthing caused.
It was evident that his receptionist was having a much tastier lunch than he had had.
Charles was slightly tipsy from cocktails and wine and he felt a twinge of jealousy that his paid employee should dine so well-and on company time, to boot!
His cock began to grow.
Charles hesitated, torn by indecision.
God knew, he had tried to avoid adultery!
He had even gone so far as to hire a lesbian, so that evil temptation would not arise-and his scheme had backfired! He was confounded by his own good intentions, hoisted with his own petard! To his credit, he hesitated-but what man can resist, when confronted by the sight of two adorable women eating each other out with such gusto?
"Sorry, Gloria," he whispered.
And he opened his fly and hauled his massive prick out, balls and all.
* * *
Jane had never been fucked by a man.
She had been fucked by a dildo and fat female tongues, so her cunt was not inexperienced of penetration, but never had she had a meaty prick up her.
Her head was buried in pussy, and she wasn't aware that her boss had knelt down behind her grinding, up-thrusting ass.
He placed his cockhead against her frothy hole.
Jane felt it. She thought that Bonny had started to use her fingers.
And Bonny became aware of an intruding cock at the same moment. Her eyes had been closed as she relished her feast, but when she felt a set of bloated balls dragging across her face, she looked up.
She gave a little gasp.
She pulled her tongue out of Jane's cunt and gave that hairy sac a lick.
Yes, it was a pair of balls, all right. No doubt of that. But where had they come from?
She tilted her head up and saw the cock that was attached to those balls, the big head just starting to push up Jane's flooded pussy.
Well, it was all a mystery.
But Bonny was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She gave a little shrug and began to lick and suck on cock and cunt at the same time.
Charles whacked his meat home.
It startled Jane.
Fingers had never felt so wonderful.
She raised her face, drooling, out of Bonny's crotch and looked back over her shoulder.
Her eyebrows flew up when she saw Charles kneeling behind her and realized that she had a prick up her pussy.
Charles grinned sheepishly.
"I don't like men!" she cried.
Charles fed her a slow, rippling stroke.
Her pussy felt as if it had burst into flame.
Her eyes misted, her mouth gaped open.
"At least-I didn't think I liked men."
Charles began to pour the pork to her, his ass corkscrewing as he stroked up her cunt.
"Why-I love men!" cried Jane, in amazement.
And she dropped her face back onto Bonny's cunt and began sucking again, enjoying cunt and cock at the same time, and fully aware that a drastic change had been wrought in her life-and quite happy about it!
* * *
Bonny had tilted her face to the side and parted her lips, so that Charles' massive stalk could run through her mouth en route to Jane's cunt. It pulled out, soaking with cunt juice, and pushed in, coated with saliva. Bonny's tongue flew about and she wailed with joy as she feasted on the rare combination of prick and pussy and found that the whole was greater than the total of the parts.
Charles blew a heavy load of jism into Jane's twat, slamming in and pouring the geyser to her savagely.
Bonny sucked his cum out of Jane's pussy.
Jane, vibrating all over, came with him, adding her cunt juice to the flood that Bonny gulped down hungrily.
When Charles pulled his mighty prick out of Jane's cunt, it was as hard as it had been when it went in. He grabbed Jane by the hips and turned the coupled girls over, rolling them together so that they did not have to pause for a moment in their merry sixty-nining.
Kneeling behind Bonny, he slipped his cock up the redhead's cunt, in turn.
Bonny, like Jane, became suddenly aware that she loved men. Bonny had had cock before, but only cocks of callow youths-now she realized that men were of a different quality.
She thrashed her juicy ass back against his belly as he banged the cock to her cunt.
Jane, with her face right on the scene, took a tentative lick of cockmeat.
Why-it tastes every bit as good as cunt! she thought, thrilled by the revelation.
Why had she wasted so many years confining herself to one-dimensional sex?
Jane became bisexual on the spot.
So did Bonny, as she ground her wet pussy around on Charles' massive cock and gobbled Jane's flooded snatch and knew the dual joy of sexuality.
Bonny intended to fuck plenty of men and suck plenty of women in the future.
But never again would she waste her time with a callow youth like Jack Turner!
When Charles shot his creamy wad into Bonny's smoking cunt, Jane greedily sucked his cum from the redhead and then popped his cockhead into her mouth and drained the dregs out of that flaring slab, her head flashing back and forth between cock and cunt in frenzied hunger, while her own pussy creamed once more in Bonny's busy mouth.
* * *
Afterwards, Charles thought to ask who Bonny was.
"Oh, I forgot. I guess it doesn't matter now, though. But I am-was-Jack Turner's girlfriend. And I came to tell you that Jack intends to seduce your wife."
"Aw, I knew that," said Charles.
"You did?" Bonny asked, wide eyed.
"Sure. Gloria told me the boy had the hots for her. We laughed about it."
Bonny realized once more that there was a great difference between men and boys.
She said, "But-suppose he did fuck her?"
Charles grinned and said, "I rather hope that he does. Gloria and I got so horny, talking about the idea in theory, that I'd love to have her tell me about it really happening."
But then he frowned slightly.
He remembered that he had just committed adultery-with two women!
Charles, fine fellow that he was, felt guilty. Although he loved the idea of having his wife fuck someone else-as long as she told him about it-he felt ashamed of himself. He figured that he had better rush home and explain to his wife what had happened, being perfectly honest.
He figured that she would forgive him.
He also figured that it would make her horny as could be, and that they could spend a wonderful afternoon sucking and fucking and talking about his indiscretion.
He put his pants on.
Bonny and Jane were sitting side by side on the couch, fingering each other's cunts and sort of expecting Charles to join them again.
But he said, "I'm going home now. You may take the rest of the afternoon off, Jane." He grinned meaningfully. "I'm sure that you have things to do," he added.
Charles, eager to tell his sexy blonde wife about his wonderful experience, departed.
Bonny turned into Jane's arms, kissed her on the lips, and ducked down to lap at her tits.
She said, "Shall we suck each other off all afternoon, darling?"
But Jane, as much as she relished that prospect, frowned slightly.
She said, "I thought maybe-we might go out together and pick up a man."
"I thought you didn't like cock?"
"I do now!"
"Well-okay. But let's pick up a real man, huh? I mean-I don't want no young boy like Jack Turner." She never wanted to see Jack again. And she didn't.
But she saw plenty of men in the" near future. The lives of Bonny and Jane were both changed greatly from their fiery experience, and the lives of a great many men were enhanced as, unable to believe their good fortune, they were picked up and sucked and fucked by two gorgeous women.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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 come until 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....
