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CHAPTER SEVEN

Mike's eyes were closed, his head tilted back, panting and wheezing from his open mouth. He had come so hard that he was semiconscious, his vitality squirted from his prick.

His prick continued to sway indecisively.

It looked like a cobra rising from a basket and swaying to the movement of the fakir's flute, Claire thought. And Claire had a hairy basket into which that cobra could go. It was the same way that it had happened with her friend Molly, that spiraling descent into naughtiness. Molly, who had intended at the start simply to let the mastiff tongue her cunt, had wound up sucking and fucking with the dog. Now Claire, who had only given Mike a blowjob in order to keep him from fucking her cunt and to keep herself from committing adultery, found herself longing to have Mike's long, thick cock plunging into her pussy.

With her cunt smoldering, Claire had lost her last qualms about fucking the man. She was able to rationalize it. Since she had already sucked his cock and swallowed his jism, it wouldn't be any naughtier if she fucked the man, as well.

Smiling in anticipation, she got to her feet and began to take her clothing off. Mike heard the rustling of her garments through the haze of his semi-conscious condition.

He opened one eye and looked at her… and found Claire standing over him, stark naked and smiling lewdly.

His cock snapped and stiffened again.

The man slowly smiled as he realized that he was in for a further treat from the gorgeous blonde's hot body.

"Changed your mind, huh?" he rasped.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass off, you bastard," she said.

Mike reached out for her, but Claire stepped back. Now it was her turn to control the situation, to humiliate Mike as he had tried to humiliate her. Having made up her mind to get fucked, Claire was now in control of the situation.

"No," she said. "I want you to fuck me doggy fashion – so I don't have to look at your ugly face!"

Mike winced.

"I'm gonna pretend you're someone else," she hissed.

"Cocksucking bitch!" he snapped, infuriated.

Claire shrugged, grinning wickedly. She said, "Of course, if you don't want to fuck my cunt, that's up to you."

But it wasn't. Mike's prick was the master of his actions and that dominant prick was not about to turn down a chance to bury itself up Claire's juicy pussy.

That was evident to Claire. She gave the man a challenging look and turned away, then got down on the floor on all fours. Her ass was turned toward Mike. He stared at her juicy, heart-shaped ass-globes and at the flowing swamp between her thighs. The bitch, he thought, it would serve her right if I was to stick it up her asshole, instead of her cunt. But he lusted for her cunt. And, anyhow, he figured, the damned bitch would probably love it up the shit chute, anyhow.

Mike groaned and slid from the couch, coming to his knees behind Claire's ass. His cock stuck out like a spike, as hard now as if she had not sucked him off at all. His prickhead throbbed and the shaft rippled and his potent balls were rapidly refilling themselves as, inspired by the prospect of fucking her, his sperm factory went into overtime and spun the jism out.

Claire waggled her ass invitingly. She had lowered her head to the floor, one cheek on the carpet, her slender back deeply arched so that her taut ass was thrusting up at the highest point of her body and crotch was elevated to the coupling position. Although she had claimed that she did not want to look at Mike while he fucked her, she was looking back now, still smiling. Her tits brushed against the carpet, the nipples stiff as nails.

Mike placed his fanned fingers on the checks of her ass, and spread those tight cheeks apart. Leaning down, he began to run his tongue up the crack of her ass. When he came to her asshole, he tongued away at the tight brown bud, then slipped his tongue right up that crack, causing Claire to whimper.

Dipping lower, he slurped up her open cunt, lapping the horny blonde from her clit right back up to her asshole. Cunt-juice sprayed out, coating his tongue.

She squirmed, grinding her ass and crotch back against the man's face, soaking him with cunt-juice from chin to forehead. Mike tongued and sucked on her creamy fuckhole. He liked to eat pussy and he would have gladly sucked her off but he was afraid that the dirty cock-teaser might change her mind, once she had come. She might decide not to let him fuck her, after all, once she was no longer smoldering. A guy couldn't give a cock-teaser that advantage.

He took a last lingering suck on her pussy and rose up. Her ass swayed before him as he shuffled in on his knees. His cockhead slid up the inside of her thigh and Claire reached back between her legs. She took his prick by the roots, guiding the tip into her cunt crack. She moved his cock knob up and down through her juicy fuckslot, shuddering at the contact. Mike gripped her by the hipbones, ready to plug her, bracing his ass for the thrust. She moved his cockhead up and down, then fitted his pricktip into her fuckslot and released him.

"Shove it to me, Mike," she whispered. "Feed that big prick to my hot pussy!"

Mike gritted his teeth. His hands clamped over her hipbones as if they were handles. As he thrust his loins out, he hauled her ass back to meet him, feeding her the full length of his long, thick cock with the very first stroke.

He groaned with the joy of having every inch of his hot prickmeat buried in soaking, smoldering cunt flesh, and Claire whimpered with the pleasure of finding her pussy stuffed brimful of hard cock. His balls were jammed into her crotch and his fat belly was tight against her ass. Holding the full penetration, he twisted her hips, lowering them one at a time, winding her cunt around on his cock.

He groaned as he felt her talented cunt muscles grip his prick, clinging to the contours of his cock, rippling up his prickshaft from the roots to the swollen head.

"Christ, what a sweet pussy," he croaked, having lost all desire to humiliate her now that his prick was buried up her cunt.

"Lovely big prick," she murmured, her own anger gone. "Feed that sweet cockmeat to me, Mike, fuck my cunt!"

Mike drew out until only his knob was in her and his long fuckrod stuck out between them, dripping with pussy-juice. He hauled back on her hips and slammed in again, going balls-deep.

He grunted and his belly slapped on her ass as his balls swung in to whack against her crotch. She gasped as his fat prickmeat slithered up into the depths of her cunt.

He thrust again, moving slowly, wanting to make this wonder-fuck last as long as he could. Claire jammed her crotch back to meet him, taking every precious inch up her cunt tunnel.

They were just getting into their stride when the phone rang.

Mike slowed down, feeding his cock into her at a snail's pace. Claire was frowning.

"It might be my husband," she said. "Maybe I'd better not answer it… panting like I am."

Mike's eyes gleamed with lust. He said, "Naw, answer it – talk to your old man while I pour the prick to you, baby! That'll be a real kick, a real turn on, right?"

Claire whimpered. She knew that it would be, that talking naturally to Harry while another man was plowing up her cunt would be the thrill of a lifetime. It was a really naughty thing to do, she knew, but it was all the more exciting because it was so wicked. She would tell her husband that she loved him and missed him and wished that he were at home. And all the while, Mike would be slamming his prick into her cunt, fucking her to jelly, making her climax.

She giggled with the thrill of it.

"Fuck me over to the telephone stand," she said.

Mike grinned, loving it. He began to shuffle forward on his knees, driving his cock into her and tilting her ass up as they advanced, linked together, to the telephone.

Claire lifted the receiver, holding it angled to her ear so that Mike, too, could listen in on the conversation.

"Harry, darling?" she panted.

But, of course, it wasn't Harry. It was Molly.

"Claire, honey, it's me," Molly said.

Claire frowned. She didn't want to have to talk to Molly at the moment, and she was afraid that the woman might make some reference to the cuntsucking session they had enjoyed together. She was about to say that she was busy – which was certainly true – and tell the woman that she would phone her back in half an hour.

But before Claire could speak, Molly began to talk, blurting it out in a frenzy.

"You'll never guess what I just did!" said excited Molly.

You'll never guess what I'm doing, Claire thought. Again, she started to speak, but Molly rushed on.

"Claire – I just fucked a dog!"

Claire gasped and Mike, leaning over her shoulder, went stiff with amazement. His prick began to really pound up her cunt. Claire and Mike looked at each other, she looking back over her shoulder, both of them stunned by Molly's admission.

"A… a dog?" Claire stammered.

"A big bull mastiff," said Molly. "I just have to tell you about it, Claire. See, this dog was in the back yard and he had a hard-on. At first I only wanted him to lap my cunt, and maybe to jerk him off as a reward. But I got carried away and – ooooh, Claire. I sucked the dog's cock and let him come in my mouth! I drank his jism. Christ, it was delicious! And then I let the fucker have my cunt. I did, Claire! I sucked a dog off and then I fucked him!" Molly's voice was husky with her lust, the tone rising and falling as she panted.

"My God!" Claire whispered.

"You aren't disgusted, are you?" Molly asked.

"Christ, no! It's exciting. But…"

"And, Claire… the dog is still here. He's got a soft cock at the moment, but that can be changed."

Claire was so thrilled by what Molly was saying that she forgot all about the fact that Mike was listening in… although she sure hadn't forgotten that his big prick was jolting up her cunt. She was panting, both from Mike's cock and from Molly's words.

Mike slammed his cock in to the roots, clinging to Claire's upthrust ass and leaning over her shoulder. His mouth hung open in amazement and lust glazed his eyes.

"Why don't you come over, Claire," Molly was saying. "You can suck the dog's cum out of my cunt. We can fool around with the dog, and then we can eat each other out, like we did this morning…"

Mike gasped as he heard that. Claire moaned, horrified that her lesbian activities had been revealed to Mike, but far too fascinated to put the phone down.

"How about it?" Molly asked eagerly.

"I… I'll come over in… in half an hour," Claire said.

"Okay… I'll keep my pussy hot for you, honey," said Molly. "And I'll see if I can get the dog's cock stiff again, while I wait."

Claire, not knowing what on earth to say, simply said, "Good bye," and hung up the phone. She looked back over her shoulder and found Mike leering at her like a fiend.

"So you suck cunt, too, eh?" he rasped.

Claire blushed. "Only once," she said feebly.

"And you're gonna fuck a Goddamn dog!"

"I… I don't know."

Claire was mortified at having her naughtiness exposed. But then she felt Mike's prick expand and realized that the man was thrilled by what he had overheard. It felt so wonderful to have his cock swelling up inside her that way that she said, "I might, Mike." She was rewarded by having his prick swell even more.

"God, fuck the ass off me!" Claire wailed.

Mike grunted and his ass corkscrewed as he ground his cockmeat up into her cunt with a savage thrust.

Claire slammed back to meet him, jamming her smoldering cunt tunnel onto his huge prick.

"Fuck!" she wailed. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" She repeated the word each time Mike plowed into her, both urging him to do what he was doing and describing it.

Mike was growling, "Cuntsucker! Cocksucker! Cum-drinker! Dog-fucker!" But he was not insulting her with the words, he was fascinated by the woman's depravity, voicing the terms as if to make them believable, to verify the lustful truth of her behavior.

They were fucking with vim and vigor, both of them hornier than they had ever been before, inspired by the revelations of that fateful phone-call. Her hips pumped like pistons and her juicy ass ground around wildly under his belly. His cock went in and out furiously, pumping pussy-juice out of her stuffed cunt. His belly and balls were soaking with her juices and her groin was awash with the lather of her lust. He hauled back on her hips, then shoved her away as he withdrew. Claire reached down between her thighs and she got a handful of bloated balls. His haunches were a mere blur as he fed his cockmeat to her with gusto, going in and out so fast that Claire could not tell if his cock was coming or going. Her cunt muscles sucked and pulled on that speeding thunderbolt. Although her pussy was sodden with cunt-juice, it felt parched as well, parched for a load of lust-quenching jism.

"Shoot up me, Mike!" she wailed. "Come in my cunt!"

Mike snarled like a dog, as he doggy-fucked Claire. He fed her a long, rippling, underslung stroke, so that the full length of his long prick ran across her throbbing clit. Then he hiked up and drove in from a higher angle. He shot his hips out from side to side, plowing into her from a new direction with every stroke, as if to make sure that his cock slid through every part of her pussyhole.

He moaned as the peak approached and his balls prepared to explode, while Claire waited in joyful anticipation of his coming, her own peak rapidly rising.

"Coming," she panted. "Gonna cream – ooooh! Mike, fill my cunt with jism, pour it to me!"

"Take it!" he gasped.

His hot jism shot into her pussy in a foaming geyser and Claire cried out in ecstasy as the waves of joy rippled through her loins. Her clit exploded and her cunt-juice poured out in a creamy deluge, flooding her fuckhole within as Mike filled it with cum. He pumped the hot stuff into her time and again, and she creamed each time she felt another dose of jizz spurt up her.

Drained, Claire collapsed under Mike. His cock was still stuck up her cunt and he was dragged down on top of her. They lay that way, breathing heavily, in the dreamy state of release.

After awhile, Mike drew his cock from her cunt.

Frothy juices bubbled out.

"Christ, what a fuck!" he rasped. "What a super fuck! You gonna let me fuck you again, baby?"

"Sure, Mike," she said, all her good intentions of being a faithful wife melted in the heat of passion. "You can come over whenever Harry isn't home. We can suck and fuck."

"And bugger, maybe?" he asked.

"Why not?" replied lusty Claire.

The idea of having an assful of Mike's massive prick was not at all uninviting. She smiled at him.

"Why don't you suck me up nice and hard again and let me have your asshole now?" he suggested. His cock was still semi-hard. He had been so turned on by that phone call and by Claire's sucking cunt that Mike was not yet satisfied.

But Claire lowered her eyes, blushing faintly.

"Not now, Mike," she said.

He stared suspiciously at her.

"You ain't really going over to fuck a dog, are you?" he asked, giving her a strange look.

Claire refused to meet his gaze.

"I… I'm not sure, Mike," she said. Then she did look up. "I'm going over to Molly's house, sure. I told her that I would and… and I want to listen to all the juicy details about what she did with the dog. But I don't know if I want to do anything like that, myself." Claire was being honest about it.

"Hell," he snorted. "I want some more pussy… or some asshole." He looked glum. But then his face brightened.

"Can I come over with you?" he asked. Mike was thinking that it would really be a thrill to fuck one of the women while the other one fucked or sucked with a dog.

"Sorry," Claire said. "Molly might not like it if I were to bring you over. I mean, gosh – it is sort of embarrassing. She might not want to fuck a dog in front of a guy, right?"

Mike sighed, resigned to the fact that he was not going to get anymore pussy today and not wanting to be difficult about it, in case Claire got angry and cut off his further supply.

Claire was getting dressed.

"You'll have to go now, Mike. Sorry," she said.

She seemed distracted. No doubt, he thought, because she was thinking about what was in store for her. The bitch had already had his prick. Now she was thinking about a dog's prick.

That was true, she was.

Claire didn't know about the horse yet.