Paul Gable: Kathy_s dog act

"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.