Kathy's dog act

CHAPTER TWO

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh fuckin' Jeeesus, fuck meee!" Kathy screamed as she squirmed on the dresses. Her ass was on fire! Kathy felt her pussy drool out cunt-juice like a broken dam. Her clit throbbed like a big bass drum, beating crazily against her swollen labes as her tits ached and twitched for relief. She never thought that she'd do this for any man except Joe. But now she was spreading her legs and hunching up her hot, steaming snatch for Bob, producer of a show that her husband had practically forced her to join.

Moving quickly Bob kicked his pants into the corner of the room and walked slowly toward Kathy. The woman watched his thick, heavily veined cock sway from side to side with each slow step. Kathy thought she could see the blood pound through the thick veins circling his prick, pulling the reddening skin tighter and tighter as pre-come droplets began to ooze out of his expanding piss-slit.

"Oh babe, you're as hot as a pancake griddle," Bob said, looking down at Kathy, obviously enjoying her writhing, snaking contortions on the floor.

"Jesus, you gonna talk or fuck?" Kathy moaned. She couldn't believe that she was talking like some massage parlor slut. Her pussy was all that mattered now. All she could think about was Bob Decker's cock and her straining, aching clit. They had to fuck, put out the fire that was burning up her quivering snatch.

Bob sank to his knees and crawled between her widely splayed legs. Bob moved up until he was straddling Kathy, and started nuzzling her jutting tits. He licked the hot flesh of her tit, jabbing his tongue hard against the tip. Then he engulfed her hard nipple with his hot, wet mouth.

"Fuck!" Kathy groaned, hunching up her knees even harder as she felt Bob's teeth sink gently into her sensitive nipple-flesh. She could feel the tip of his hot prick bang against her ass-cheeks, crawling up higher and higher until it finally brushed against her swollen cunt-lips. Kathy wriggled her ass desperately, trying to lower her ass slightly so that she could suck in Bob's cock with her slippery pussy lips.

But Bob obviously didn't want to jab his prick into her cunt just yet. He backed away slightly, still keeping his lips tightly clamped over her nipple while he stroked her other tit.

"No!" Kathy cried as she felt Bob release her tit, then trail his tongue between her boobs, digging the tip of it hard against her chest. Slowly he slithered down her panting belly until he reached her navel. He dug his tongue into the sunken skin, then moved lower. Kissing and licking her lower belly, Bob was moving his mouth lower, and lower, heading for her cunt hairs.

"Oh, no, no, no! NO!" Kathy screeched, hunching up her thighs, trying to impale her juicy snatch onto Bob's probing tongue. His tongue was tracing tiny circles on her hot flesh, leaving a thick glistening trail on her hot skin. Kathy groaned over and over as she felt Bob's tongue snake through the thick, blonde bush of cunt hairs that surrounded her pussy. He was purposely avoiding her swollen labes, moving just inches away from the stretched, hot rubbery pussy membranes while he stroked the sensitive skin around her ass-hole lightly. He was teasing her, urging her on to a higher climax than she'd ever had before. Kathy wanted to pound her clenched fists hard against Bob and demand that he satisfy her fiery pussy immediately. At the same time, she knew that if she left him alone, Bob would send her soaring to a sexual level she'd never entered before – even with the expert tonguing, sucking and fucking of her husband.

"Ahhhh!" Kathy sighed deeply as Bob pushed his hands under and grabbed her ass while he burrowed his face deeper into her muff. His tongue stiffened and jabbed in and out of her hot, sucking hole like a thin, sharp pointed cock. He spread her cunt-lips then pressed his mouth to the juicy hole, his tongue darting at her clit. Kathy bucked and screamed like a wounded animal when she left Bob tickle her sparking tiny organ.

"Oh, yes! Y-Y-yessss!" Kathy groaned, rolling her head from side to side as strands of hair plastered themselves on her perspiring forehead. She felt herself drifting off into some other world filled with sucking sounds, bright lights and contracting cunts as Bob continued to play with her clit. He sucked the mound of flesh and racking spasms tore at her body as she lurched and tossed wildly, digging her sharp fingernails into the skin of Bob's neck as she fought back the hard knot of orgasm that was growing quickly in her belly.

"I'm gonna come!" Kathy shrieked.

"Easy, easy," Bob crooned, pulling away from her oozing, dribbling pussy.

"Easy? Oh, God! I-I – oh, shit!" Kathy cried as she felt her cunt contract crazily.

"If you come, just don't worry. I'll make you blow and cream all over again," Bob panted as he went back to his lapping and sucking. Kathy thought of the woman in the other room and how she thrashed on the floor as the Dane lapped hungrily at her glistening, exposed pussy. For an instant, Kathy wondered if a dog's tongue would feel the same as Bob's did now. She fought back the idea and buried it – she thought – forever in her mind. But it remained there ready pop up when the time was right.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Kathy cried as she fought back the torrent of orgasmic explosions that threatened to tear through her cunt. Bob finally lifted his head from her quivering cunt. He licked his thick, wet lips and moved in between her legs.

"Christ! When are you going to fuck me?" Kathy moaned as she looked up at Bob's flushed face.

"How about right now," Bob asked, smiling down at her as he slowly stroked his mammoth cock with his right hand. Kathy looked between her jutting tits, at the big dick. Bob slid his fingers over the purple, widely flanged prick-head, using the oozing droplets of pre-come as a lubricant as he stroked his prick slowly back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes," Kathy rasped.

"Ummm," Bob moaned, bending down and licking at her semi-parted lips as Kathy raised her legs and spread them as widely apart as she could.

"I want cock!" Kathy cried crazily as she bucked, thrusting her cunt toward his shaft.

"You've got it!" Bob said as he moved his pulsating cock-head directly over her stretched, parted cunt-lips. Slowly he hunched his thighs forward, driving the prick-head slowly against her quivering cunt-lips.

"In! In! In!" Kathy groaned.

"Oh, yeah!" Bob hissed as he pushed against Kathy's tight pussy lips. Slowly, the tip of his throbbing cock sank between her sucking lips. As the head drove in, her slick labes clamped tightly around his shaft.

"Oh, that feels soooo goood!" Kathy moaned as she felt inch after inch of Bob's hot cock drive into her cunt, sinking quickly into her pussy like a red-hot knife through a tub of butter.

"Doesn't feel too bad to me!" Bob grunted as he made a couple of fast quick fuck-thrusts into Kathy's grabbing cunt.

"Aiyeeee," Kathy cried, rotating her ass-cheeks slowly, screwing her hips up as her pussy sucked in inch after inch of Bob's driving mass of hot prick. Bob began to move his ass around too, reaming out her tight, juice-slicked fuck hole as his spongy cock-head pushed deeper. Kathy thought that Bob's cock would never stop sinking into her cunt. Finally, she felt his hot, heavy fuck sacs drop down on her ass-cheeks.

"Oh, shiiittt!" Kathy cried. "Fuck me slow! Fuck me fast! Fffuuuccckk m-m-meee!"

"You want it any way you can get it," Bob said almost sneeringly as he reached up and squeezed her tits hard between his powerful fingers.

"Oooohhh!" Kathy screamed as Bob began fucking her with slow, steady strokes. Kathy groaned, digging her head into the pile of dresses under her as she hunched up and met him with counterstrokes. At the same time she wriggled her ass-cheeks against the dresses and clutched Bob's hunching, muscular shoulders.

"Gonna come!" Kathy groaned as her eyes were glazed with lust.

Bob slid his hands down from her swollen tits and gripped her rotating hips. Soon he shoved his hands under her bouncing ass as he quickened his fucking strokes, driving his prick into her snatch like a piston. Kathy answered him with the same furious frenzy, wrapping her legs around his back and locked her ankles tightly together. She worked on his hard cock, milking it with her slick cuntal walls. Joe had taught her how to use her snatch. Kathy prided herself on her cuntal acrobatics. She had a cunt that was like an experienced set of hands. She knew just how to pull and suck at a man's cock – when to tighten, when to slacken, and finally when to pull and tug at the pounding prick when she wanted to be filled with steaming jizz.

"now! now! now!" Kathy howled.

"Unnghh!" Bob moaned. Somehow he managed to drive his thick cock even deeper into her clinging pussy. Kathy gripped his waist even more tightly with her legs. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of their crotches grinding together every time Bob slammed his cock in. She cried out wildly as she felt herself rocketing to the crest of orgasm. Their bodies sucked and slid over each other as the room was filled with the delicious sounds of fucking.

"Now!" Kathy screamed. She couldn't hold back any more. She felt the knot of orgasm suddenly swell deep in her loins. First there was a small contraction, then another. Suddenly, the first big spasm ripped through her rumbling cunt, making her back stiffen and her mouth open.

"Uuunngh!" Kathy gasped unintelligibly as her snatch walls gripped Bob's expanding prick like a vice.

"Now!" Bob howled. Kathy felt his prick swell incredibly between her spasming cuntal walls. She knew that he was about to blow his wad into her. Bob slammed his loins down, and drove his thick tongue into her mouth as his body stiffened and quivered.

"Mmmgffff!" Kathy screamed into Bob's sucking mouth as she felt her body tremble in climax.

"Ahhh!" Bob howled as he started to dump his hot jizz into her waiting pussy. He tore at her swollen tits, squeezing the spongy sensitive flesh as his powerful thighs slammed like a battering ram against Kathy's upturned ass. The woman howled just as loudly as Bob, digging her fingernails into his sweating back as his balls slapped noisily against her ass.

"Ohhhh!" Kathy gasped as she felt her clit beat and slam against her cunt-lips. She threw her head from side to side, whipping her long hair across the floor as she felt Bob's thick, hot, creamy jizz fill her cunt and spill out from between her labes. The steamy come oozed between her bristling pussy hairs and down her grinding ass-cheeks as Bob continued to slam his cock again and again into her.

"Fuck me! Aiyeeee! Fuck me!" Kathy cried as she felt the final wad of jizz spurt into her.

"Uhhh!" Bob cried in exhaustion as he hunched up his ass-cheeks and pulled his softening cock from between Kathy's clinging cunt-lips and flopped over on his back. The two of them lay side by side, panting hard as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Oh, my God!" Kathy finally said as she began to feel guilt creep over her.

"What's the matter? You want more?" Bob said as he rolled over to one side and looked at her. He reached up and trailed his fingers over her still stiff nipples.

"Oh, no! Don't you see? I mean, I've just gotten through fucking you. I mean, it's my first time with another man," Kathy stammered as she felt her cunt shudder at Bob's touch. She couldn't believe it, but Bob was steaming her snatch up again. And he'd pulled his cock out only a few seconds before. If this was what extra-marital fucking did to her, Kathy was glad that she'd started doing it.

"I don't think you're that upset about it," Bob said, chuckling softly as he moved his fingers slowly down her body until they trailed through her matted blonde cunt hairs. Kathy closed her eyes and tried to control the spasms that were beginning to rumble through her pussy.

"Ohhh," she moaned in spite of herself.

"Mmmm. If I had the time, I'd fuck you again – this time a little differently. But my wife's supposed to meet me here," Bob said, glancing down at his wristwatch and making a face that showed that he wasn't too happy about the meeting.

"Something wrong?" Kathy asked as Bob jumped to his feet and walked over to his rumpled pants.

"No. It's just that my wife is – well, used a little too often by other men," Bob said as he flipped his flaccid, long prick back into his pants and zipped up his fly.

Kathy laughed as she sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"The way you act, I'd think that you'd enjoy a woman who was free with her cunt," Kathy said as she felt Bob's jizz slowly ooze out of her pussy.

"Sure. But Connie's a little too much even for me," Bob said as he picked up his shirt. "Get dressed, and I'll show you what I mean."

"The dishonored woman meeting the betrayed wife," Kathy said over-dramatically as she laughed and flopped her big tits into her halter.

"Meeting Connie's going to be an experience for you, I'll guarantee that," Bob said as she buttoned his shirt and unlocked the door. "Meet me on stage in about half an hour."

"What about the wardrobe mistress?" Kathy called out as she stepped into her wrinkled skirt.

"I'll send her down. Helen's probably gossiping with the stage crew, wondering what positions we've been through down here," Bob said as he headed down the hall.

In a few minutes the wardrobe mistress was bustling around Kathy with the costume, taking measurements as she tried to ignore the almost overpowering odor of vaporized sweat, male come, and cunt-juice.

"Do you know Mrs. Decker?" Kathy finally asked the woman, wondering what kind of female Bob would marry.

The wardrobe mistress looked carefully at Kathy then smiled gently.

"Don't get too involved with Mr. Decker," she said kindly. "You know, he plays around quite a bit. Numbers are more important for him, it seems, than individuals."

"Oh, that doesn't worry me. I'm just curious about his wife," Kathy said as she raised her arms for a pinning.

"So are most of us," Helen said a she finished with the costume fitting.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that, Connie Decker's got a way about her. You know, some women can sleep around the city and you'd never know it. They've got a way about them that shows style and class," Helen said as she took the dress off Kathy.

"And Mrs. Decker?"

"She's an animal," Helen said distastefully as she made face. "Some people like her because she's so open about everything she does. But to me, she's just some kind of bitch dog – always in heat, and not afraid to show it to anybody who asks."

Kathy raised her eyebrows. The wardrobe mistress had struck her as a pleasant, quiet middle-ages woman. To hear this kind of language coming from her was a surprise.

Connie Decker had to be some kind of bitch to inspire it.

"Well, I'm going up to the theatre to take a look for myself," Kathy said as she stepped out into the hall.

"Just brace yourself," Helen warned, closing the door behind them.

When Kathy reached the auditorium, she saw a few of the stage hands talking in the wings. Helen went behind the set to finish taking down the measurements for Kathy's costume. Kathy turned around slowly, looking for Bob and his mysterious wife. She found them sitting in the first row seats.

"Kathy! Come on over here and meet my wife," Bob called out when he saw her.

Kathy flashed a smile at him, then almost running up to the first row. She was about twenty feet from them when she looked at the dark-haired woman sitting next to Bob. It was the same woman she'd seen in the room down the hall fucking the Great Dane!

"My, she looks pale. Are you sure she's right for the part of the mother?" Connie asked as she slowly rose to her feet and extended her hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kathy stammered, feeling blood rush to her face. So Bob Decker had married a dog freak! She couldn't believe it! Here she was shaking hands with the wife of a man she'd just fucked – and that wife loved screwing dogs! If was what theatre life was like, Kathy wasn't that sure she wanted it.

"Just be careful with this rising starlet," Connie said, still smiling at Kathy. "The last one you – uh, trained – wound up suing us."

"What?" Kathy asked in surprise, feeling a little uncomfortable as Connie still gripped her hand in hers.

"My wife talks too much," Bob said, looking warningly at his wife.

"What he means, is that I hate lying and love the truth. Paternity suit," Connie whispered softly as she dropped Kathy's hand.

"Oh, well, I'm married," Kathy said, realizing how stupid she must have sounded.

"Oh, well, that makes all the difference, doesn't it? I mean, if you get pregnant, we can always blame it on hubby. You're finally using your head, Bob," Connie said, stepping back and smiling at the two of them.

"Connie, you've said enough," Bob said, noticing that Kathy was embarrassed and confused by his wife's little speech.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Have I spilled the beans? She'd have found out about you sooner or later. And about me, I guess, too," Connie said, grinning slyly at Kathy.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Kathy said, playing dumb as she tried to hide her guilt and nervousness.

"Honey, I might be a little blunt but I can spot come running down a leg from a mile," Connie said, pointing at the trail of jizz that showed under the bright spotlights.

"I-I," Kathy stammered.

Connie broke out into loud laughter, then suddenly moved forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to throw the betrayed wife scene with you, honey. Maybe we can get together and talk about this. I'm sure I could tell you amusing stories long into the night about my husband and me. But I've got to run now. Bye, Bob. Enjoy your new find," Connie said as she kissed her husband lightly on the forehead and edged out of the aisle.

"Well, I told you to watch out for her," Bob said as he watched his wife disappear into the darkness of the theatre toward the entrance doors.

"She's not that bad," Kathy said, wondering what kind of stories Connie could tell. She was still reeling from the shock that the woman she'd spied on was Bob's wife.

"No, I guess not," Bob sighed as he watched Connie open the door and slip out into the street.

"Oh, Mrs. Murphy. Do you think you could go back down to the wardrobe room again," Helen called from the stage. "I'm sorry, but I lost the bust measurements and I'll need them to let out your costume."

Kathy heard the stage hands giggle and laugh.

"Okay, everybody quiet up there," Bob called. "We've got some last-minute details to work out on the lighting before we get the actors up there for the first rehearsal."

Kathy reached back and gave Bob a gentle squeeze before she walked up to the stage to join Helen.

"I'm sorry, but…" Helen began.

"That's okay. My husband isn't going to be home until five," Kathy said as she glanced down at her wristwatch. "It's only two now. Plenty of time."

"Hey, where the fuck's that dog?" Bob asked angrily as he jumped up on the stage.

"I think Morey took him back to the kennel," one of the hands said.

The Great Dane! Suddenly Kathy's mind flashed back to the scene she'd come across earlier. How did Connie know about the dog being here in the first place? Then how had she taken the animal down from the wings to the back rooms? And how did she think she could get away with it? All these questions raced through Kathy's mind as she followed the wardrobe mistress through the maze of halls back to the rear of the theatre. As she stepped into the wardrobe room, Kathy thought of Bob Decker's big cock. At the same time, she wondered just where the Great Dane was now.