A peek at her dog act

CHAPTER THREE

For several minutes, Jenny stood where she was, at the open window, while she considered what she had just seen. It had been such a bizarre, unexpected sight that she was stunned and shocked – as much by the magnitude of her own lust as by the act itself.

Had someone told her about such a thing, she would have thought it disgusting and perverted, but the actual sight itself had not seemed that way at all. The girl had obviously enjoyed jacking the dog off, and the dog had delighted in the act, and it had been fascinating to Jenny.

Would I like to do that? wondered Jenny.

She thought that she would.

And did that naughty girl in the car do other things with her dog as well? Did she maybe take the dog's prick into her mouth and suck on his cock, or lick the fiery-red pricktip – or let the animal fuck her, even? Those thoughts were intensely exciting. The whole concept of having sex with an animal was causing Jenny to tremble with beastly lust.

There were definite benefits in dog-fucking, she realized.

A married woman could get all the cock she wanted from a dog without technically committing adultery, she reasoned. And it would be basic, physical lust, a simple case of give and take with no question, whatsoever, of emotional involvement. One wouldn't want to, say, kiss a dog. It was pure prick and no more. And the dog could never blow the whistle on a girl, either.

Oh! Whatever am I thinking? she asked herself.

Jenny grinned ruefully.

I'd never do a wicked thing like that, she told herself. I'm just hot and frustrated and that makes dog-fucking seem like a good idea but I wouldn't really do it.

And yet, if a dog had happened to come strolling into that empty office right then, she wouldn't have sent him away.

Jenny suddenly realized that she was cupping her cunt in her hand and that her crotch was creamy. She wasn't sure if she had come or not. She had been so fascinated by what she was observing in the car below, that her pussy might well have melted without her knowing it. But whether she had already come or not was a moot point.

She wanted to come again.

She lifted her dress above her waist and pushed her soaking panties down around her knees. She pushed her trim belly out against the windowsill. Her cunt steamed in the cool air. She began to run her hands up the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, then started working on her pussy with both hands. She fingered her tingling clit with one hand while she pushed three fingers of the other up her cunt.

She was thinking about dog cock.

Karl Klocek was a window cleaner, and he worked on Saturday mornings. Karl was a lean man with a bushy moustache, and, at the moment, he had a big hard-on. His girlfriend had got drunk the night before and, sick with a hangover, had not been in the mood for fucking that morning, so Karl had gone to his labors unfucked and unsatisfied.

He was cleaning the windows of the office building in which Jenny Baker was presently and pleasantly rubbing her cunt to a lather.

At the moment, he was working on the window directly below where Jenny stood, but she had not seen him because of the angle and the protruding window ledge, nor had he seen her for the same reasons. He was having a hard time doing his work because his prick kept bumping against the glass. He wished he had some pussy.

When he heard the soft sounds of a girl panting with passion, he figured it was just wishful thinking on his part. He also heard the moist squishing of a juicy cunt. But he knew it had to be all in his mind. How in hell could a guy hear a squishing cunt when he was ten stories up the outside of an office building? He figured he was cunt crazy.

The window was finished.

He signaled to his partner on the ground.

The scaffold went up to the next level.

And Karl Klocek found himself face to face with a seething, juicy pussy.

Jenny's slender back was arched, her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed. She had no idea that a man's face had just elevated to cunt level in front of her. She was smiling dreamily as she pushed three fingers in and out of her hot pussy and rolled her tingling clit back and forth.

Because of her arched posture, Karl could not see her face. He saw only her belly and the tops of her thighs and her tilted cunt and hands. He blinked a few times. If it's just a figment of my imagination, it sure is realistic, he thought.

He licked his lips.

That mystery cunt was a delightfully tasty-looking affair, as bushy as his moustache and filled with cream. The pink pussylips were spread wide open, exposing the darker, inner flesh and that flesh was streaked with cunt-juice. Ribbons of pussyjuice rolled down her thighs. He could feel the fiery heat of that pussy wafting over his face. His mouth began to water for a taste of the juicy cunt.

Karl hesitated.

He was afraid that if he tried to touch the pussy, the creamy cunt would vanish. Yet a pussy wasn't much good to him if he couldn't touch it, he figured. Imaginary pussy was visually pleasing but just looking certainly didn't slake a man's hunger for sex.

Leaning in, he pushed his tongue out. He lapped up a tongueful of cuntjuice from her upper thigh, letting the thick pussy nectar run over his taste buds for a moment, then swallowing the cuntjuice down. It warmed his belly like a fine wine and Karl, to his delight, came to the conclusion that the pussy was real.

Grinning joyfully, he buried his face between the girl's trembling thighs.

Jenny gasped, not realizing that her cunt had been attacked by a man's mouth.

She had never enjoyed a handjob as much as she was enjoying this one. She supposed it must be because she was so horny, because her technique hadn't changed – and yet her pussy felt as if a hot, nimble tongue was slurping away at her cunt and hungry lips were sucking her pussylips with relish.

She drew her hands away, experimentally.

The thrill continued. It even increased. What wonderful discovery had she made? Had her steaming pussy developed the ability to fuck itself?

Was her hot clit turning back upon itself, licking away like a tongue? Were her cuntlips slurping like a mouth, devouring themselves so delightfully? Jenny knew full well what it felt like to get gobbled and this, most definitely, was very much like the real thing.

She guessed that the novel sensation must stem from her unique fantasies.

Jenny had never fantasized about fucking animals before, and it had to be that aspect that was making her cunt seethe with such electric joy.

And Jenny was loving the feeling far too much to look closely for causes or to ruin the effect by examination…

Cocks! she thought.

Animal cocks! Like animal crackers, they paraded before her imagination, a whole picket fence of pricks all lined up for her use. Her belly heaved, and her hips twisted from side to side. Her face was contorted by lust.

Her body angled back from the window so that her belly and crotch were pressed to the ledge. Karl's chin rested on that ledge as he rubbed his bushy moustache around in her bushy pussy, and his tongue dipped in, spooning out cuntjuice in great dollops that overflowed the edges of his mouth and ran down his chin. Her pussy was plastered to his face like a suction cup, glued there by her sticky pussyjuice. He felt that, if the scaffold were to suddenly collapse, he would still dangle there outside the building, his feet kicking free, his mouth stuck fast to her cunt like a fish on the hook or a hanged man on the gallows.

His tongue stabbed up her pussy.

His lips parted wide, fitting themselves to her cuntlips, as she sucked merrily away.

He used his fingertips to spread her pussy even wider, so that he could lap farther up that cunthole.

What on earth is this mysterious woman thinking of? wondered the happy window-cleaner.

Jenny was lost in her thoughts – thoughts of animal lovers.

A bull, thought Jenny.

A big, Spanish fighting bull with a massive cock jutting out from his powerful loins, hard as a rock, the huge pricktip dripping with frothy jism.

She could just imagine the brute dashing into the bullring where she was playing the matador. She would turn gracefully in the veronica, but she would have no red cape – she would pass the bull by with a skillful flourish of her panties.

She would wear no suit of lights. She would face the beast naked. Her nipples would be as stiff and as sharp as barbed darts as she pricked the bull's muscular shoulders with her tits. Again and again she would pass the bull dangerously close, her smooth belly brushing his flank.

The bull would hook her but not with the wide horns on his head. He would hook her with his gigantic cock, seeking to gore her wet cunt with that single, great horn.

Then would come the moment of truth. She would ready herself, the bull would charge – and run his huge cock into her crotch. She would arch under his heaving belly. Thousands of Spaniards would cheer. Her thighs would part and, to the acclaim and admiration of the masses, she would take every inch of the bull's huge prick into her cunt and let him fuck away, snorting and grunting, until he spilled his heavy load in her loins and staggered away, spent.

Unaware of what the horny woman was thinking, Karl tilted his head back, his chin sliding out as he drank greedily from Jenny's cunt. Karl was a cuntsucker from way back, but he had never before encountered a pussy as hot and as juicy and as delicious as this one. His whole face was coated with cuntjuice from brow to chin as his face slipped around in her pussy. His prick was pounding in his pants, demanding attention, but Karl was enjoying his snack of cunt so much that he ignored his straining cock. He began to fingerfuck up her pussyhole with three fingers as he slurped on her erect clit. He twisted and scissored his fingers inside her. His mouth filled with cunt-juice in a steady flood. He felt as if his face were being burned by her pussy's heat.

He still wondered what on earth this woman was thinking of at this bizarre moment.

Bulls had fled from Jenny's mind. She needed bigger cocks and more vicious fuckers.

Gorillas, she thought.

Didn't gorillas rape women in Africa? Didn't they carry them off into the jungle and rape them with primate passion? She wanted a whole troop of horny apes gang-banging her, one after the other, bounding around impatiently as they awaited their turn, rubbing their pricks, peeling the foreskins back as they might have peeled a banana. She imagined ape cocks everywhere – in her cunt, in her mouth, in her asshole!

But the ape prick she imagined fucking her asshole was really just Karl's experienced finger.

Karl as fingering her asshole. Still finger-fucking her cunt, she slid his other hand farther in and began to tease her tight, brown asshole.

The realism of her fantasy astounded Jenny, who still thought that only imaginary ape cocks were fucking her holes. She bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth, sucking on them, pretending they, too, were a prick and that she was getting a three-way fucking. Jenny had never been with more than one man at a time, but she loved the idea. Her mouth felt like a cunt now, her tongue like a clit, her flowing saliva like cuntjuice.

She pushed her fingers in and out of her lips and ground her cunt in Karl's face and felt his finger slip up her taut asshole.

She was ready to cream.

Then she looked down and saw Karl's cum-smeared face between her slick thighs.

Startled, Jenny gave a little gasp, and her orgasm drew back slightly.

It was no fantasy.

That face was real.

Nor was it an animal's face – it was definitely a human face. She was being sucked off by a man! She was being unfaithful to her husband! She certainly hadn't intended to cheat on Hank, and she felt a brief wave of guilt. But it passed immediately. After all, it wasn't her fault. How could she have guessed that there would be a human fly perched outside the window? And for that matter, how could he have expected to find a mouthful of hot cunt on the windowsill? No, it had been an accident, a whim of fate, and Jenny realized she did not have to feel guilty about it.

It wasn't really cheating, either.

It wasn't as if she were fucking him. She didn't think it could even be called adultery.

And it felt so wonderful!

Jenny smiled down at Karl.

She saw his face framed between her parted thighs and through the curving perspective of her tit cleavage. She saw his bushy moustache twitch as it worked away against her bushy pussy, like two sea urchins fucking.

Karl whipped his tongue up her cunthole and, looking up, saw her smiling down at him. He smiled back – although Jenny did not see that smile since it was plastered against her foaming cunt.

When he saw how beautiful the woman was, Karl started to enjoy her tasty pussy even more. She began to grind her cunt wildly in his face, and he started sucking with even more gusto and plowing his fingers up her pussyhole steadily.

"Oh!" Jenny cried.

Then, longer and prolonged and wavering, she wailed, "Oooooh!"

Her pussy seemed to melt as she came.

Karl flattened his tongue against her pussy and slurped up the gash as she came. He lapped her cuntjuice up with ravenous slurps and sucked greedily at her flowing pussy, drinking mouthful after mouthful of the sweet cunt nectar that came gushing from her pussyhole.

He sucked away until he had drained her.

Jenny, dizzy with the thrill, moved away from the window. Her legs were shaky, her knees watery. She felt enormously grateful to the stranger who had given her such unmeasurable pleasure.

And she felt thankful that she had come without actually committing adultery.

Karl signaled and the scaffold rose toward the next level. He opened his fly. His big prick darted out from his trousers like an arrow, the blunt cockhead throbbing and the fat prickstalk pulsing.

Jenny saw that delightful cock elevate.

"Oh, dear!" she sobbed.

The poor girl was in a quandary. She didn't want to cheat on her husband, and, yet, she felt that she owed this window cleaner an orgasm. It wasn't fair to come in his mouth and not let him get his rocks off. If she did that, she would be as selfish as her husband had been that morning when be gave her a fast fuck and shot his wad and went away without bringing her to her peak.

It was all Hank's fault to begin with.

And that prick in the window looked so lovely.

Jenny decided that she simply had to suck his cock.