"Didn't you ever see a dog fuck a girl before?" she smiled.
"No, I haven't ever seen that," he admitted, "and it is a beautiful sight. I bet it would be a fantastic feeling for you if he slid that big dog cock of his into your pussy."
"I'll tell you a secret," Gert giggled.
"Oh, no," he chuckled, "I think I know your secret already. You've already done it with the dog. Is that right?"
"Yes," she said. "He was horny for me. I couldn't help it. But he's a blue blood."
"You've got papers on him?" he asked. "He's a real purebred?"
"You bet we have," she said. "He comes from a long line of Doberman pinschers. And his forebearers were born in Brussels."
"Well then you weren't just fucking with any dog," he chuckled.
"No," Gert answered. "And I'm sure there's a difference. Not that I've done it with a lot of dogs or anything, but there is something about the way Tommy fucks me that's incredible."
"Why don't you let him fuck you now?" he suggested.
"Oh, I couldn't," she said, "we've had enough sex with each other tonight."
"Well next time I drop by, baby," he said, "I want to see that big dog stab his dog cock into you. That would be a real treat."
She looked at him enticingly.
"You're beautiful," she said, "you really are, Marvin, and I will have sex with you again. I was wrong about not letting you eat my pussy when you wanted to at the drive-in last week." She had gotten out of the car and walked home.
"Thank you," he said. "I'm glad you feel that way. It bothered me that I made such a fuss. But you were so gorgeous, baby, and that picture was so dull I thought I had to eat your box."
"I don't know whether that's a compliment or not," she said. "Maybe the picture was so miserable that my box seemed good."
"No, baby," he said, "you are something else. Every guy at school wants to fuck you, Gert."
Gert laughed.
"You're exaggerating, Marvin," she said. "You know that's not true."
"You should hear the guys in the gym talk about you." he said, "they all say they would like to lay you."
"That's a great compliment," she said softly. "And it's so sweet of you to tell me about it."
A few moments more and Marvin left. But the urge to have sex with her big dog Tommy didn't leave.
"Tommy," Gert called softly to the dog. The dog understood and bounded over to the bed.
"Tommy, love," she said quietly, "would you like to fuck me?"
She looked at the dog intently.
"Oh, baby, you would," she exclaimed as she looked between the big dog's legs and saw his huge shaft.
She pulled on the head of his penis and then she lay back. Using the pillows once more she positioned herself so the dog could stab into her. This time Tommy knew exactly what to do. The huge dog cock stabbed in with hard strong thrusts.
"Fuck me, Tommy," she said, "oh, baby. Give it to me. Fuck-jne. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby."
The fantastic rapture that she felt as the big dog shoved his dick in and out of her pussy surprised her. For she never knew he could get this excited. His rear end seemed to be trembling and his dog tail was waving.
"Fuck it, Tommy," she begged, "way up there, boy. That's the way to do it."
As if he understood, the big dog pressed down hard with his front paws and rammed forward with his huge cock. Suddenly he exploded. She squeezed, milking the juices into her vagina.
"Ohhh, Tommy," she groaned as she patted the Doberman pinscher. "Oh, baby, fuck, fuck me."
Her voice was trembling as the dog finished screwing her.
When he pulled out and some of his come dripped on her body she looked longingly after him.
"You're a lover," she smiled, "do you know that, baby?"
The dog looked into her eyes. He wanted to speak but he couldn't. But his eyes spoke for him.
"Yes," she said, "you know it. I can tell by the way you look at me. Oh, Tommy, love, we've got to fuck each other every so often. I wish I could have done more with you tonight, baby."
She reached down to fondle the dog's balls and stroke his cock.
A little more juice emitted from the head of his shaft.
Just then she heard her father come in. She hurried back to the bed, and wiped some of the dog come off with the sheet.
When her father came in the room he immediately noticed something strange.
"What is that smell?" he asked.
"Smell?" she said. "Maybe it's my Chanel."
"It's not Chanel," he said, "it's a strange odor. I can't place it."
She was thankful he couldn't.
As he looked at her lying in bed with one bosom showing, he chided her.
"Pumpkin," he smiled, "I wish you would wear your nightie to bed. You'll tempt your old man to want to play with you."
"It wouldn't hurt to play with my bosoms, daddy," she smiled.
Her father reached down and gently stroked her firm round breast.
"It would be hard to stop there," he said as he looked at her intently.
But then he seemed to change his mind, blushed, and walked out of the bedroom.
Now, laying on her side and remembering it all, Gert looked at Larry's sleeping face. She remembered too that the big dog wandered off a few days later and she never saw her pet again. She thought how funny and sad it was that all the lovers in her life seemed to wander off.
A few days later, Larry wandered off too, on another one of his trips.
Chapter 8
At eleven in the morning the front doorbell sounded. Gert was expecting the sound, had in fact completely prepared herself for its ring, and for the man whom she could visualize on the front doorstep.
A seller of encyclopedias, he was. He'd called on her last week while Larry was home, and she'd told him to come back at eleven today. He looked interesting, but she'd resolved not to play around with anyone while Larry was in the country. That, after all, would be cuckolding her husband. Of course, while he was away that was another matter. He himself right now was probably shacked up with some hot senorita. His current assignment was Mexico City. An encyclopedia salesman. She'd thought about that. Even though he himself was interesting looking, she really had no idea how she might adapt his wares inventively. And that was becoming the important thing now. Sure, the screwing itself was important, no doubt about that. But a simple screw-well, that would be simple adultery, and that was sort of a sin. Creativity, on the other hand…
She had prepared herself for the book peddler, douching and showering and carefully powdering and perfuming her body. She didn't want to be overt and appear in a robe, since she figured that would be too obvious. But she did want to be able to strip fast. Looking through her closet she decided on a brightly printed jumpsuit with a huge metal zipper running from neck to crotch. That should make it easy enough. Her hair was brushed and pulled back loosely with a fat cord bow.
With a sultry smile, she opened the door.
"Good morning. Won't you-I'm sorry. I was expecting someone else," she told the attractive young woman standing before her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, perhaps another day," the woman replied. "I'm sure you'd be interested in seeing our new line of cosmetic and health products. We even have a special introductory gift for you." She had that bright, shining smiling face seen so often in the toothpaste advertisements in magazines. She wore a neatly tailored pants suit and her short black hair pertly framed her face.
Cute, very-but this particular gentler of salesperson was just not part of Gert's plan. She flashed what she hoped was her very gracious smile and began to close the door.
"I'm not at all interested, I'm sorry to say. But thank you for dropping by."
"Mrs. Ross!"
The voice made her turn. It surely wasn't that of the woman. Too deep, too male. Ah, it was her book salesman now striding up the walk. He greeted Alicia-the other woman-with a cheery good morning. It was obvious they knew each other. How well? Gert wondered.