That's how dogs manage to get stuck together sometimes when they fuck. The female's cunt clamps down so tight on the base of the male's prick that the blood can't drain off after the orgasm — the prick stays swollen and the two dogs are clamped together and in big trouble.
I thought it was a funny notion at the time. Little did I know I'd be laughing out the other side of my face later. But Bozo cooled down pretty quick that time and then he backed off from her and she sat up and gave me a big smile. She looked pretty hot and disheveled but very happy apparently.
"Well, how about it? Ever see anything like that at the afternoon bridge club?"
"God no," I said. "I almost don't believe it though. Is it really all that good?"
"Listen — there's only one way to find out for yourself. Get those clothes off, Miss Freeze-ass. It's your turn next."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," I said. "You're used to it and — and he's used to you. He probably wouldn't do it with me — would he?"
"Are you kidding? He's like any other man. Show him a cunt and he'll fuck it."
"But it — it looks so rough. Doesn't he hurt you?"
"It hurts real good, baby. Hurts in all the right places. You won't believe it till you try it, and afterwards you won't want it any other way. Bozo is 'the spoiler'. The only thing I'm worried about is that after one wild orgasm on the end of that bulbous cock of his you'll want to steal him away from me."
"God, Vivian," I said. "This isn't something I can just jump right into blindly. You've got to realize — you've really bowled me over with the whole thing. I mean — it's not exactly an everyday — oh, Christ, Viv — let me sleep on the idea tonight. Maybe tomorrow. God knows, I need something new in my sex-life, but I'm not so sure this is it."
"Hogwash!" she said. "I know you. If you take time to think about it your prudish nature will scare you out of it. You've got to do it right now, while the juices are flowing. You know damn well you're itching to try it." She was up and at me then, pulling on my dress. "Come on, Laura. Get out of those clothes. You'll thank me forever for this, believe me."
"Okay, okay," I said. "But just the cunnilingus part — okay? Let me see how I like his tongue before I make any further commitments."
"Fair enough," she said. "So get stripped and I'll go get you another drink to loosen your inhibitions. Come on with me, Bozo. Let the lady undress in private."
I laughed. "Thanks. Whatever else happens, at least I can always tell my grandchildren I was once eaten alive by a Great Dane dog."
I peeled down, taking off every stitch. After seeing what a sloppy sucker Bozo was I figured I was better off naked. I didn't want him drooling all over my underwear. So I was stark bare-ass by the time Vivian returned with the drink. Bozo scared hell out of me by making a bee-line for me as soon as he got back in the room.
I backed off yelling, "Hold him. Hold him!" I guess I thought he was going to throw me down and rape me on the spot. But he only wanted to sniff around my pussy a little, now that the wraps were off the merchandise.
"I'll hang onto him," Vivian said. "You get yourself ready. Pile up the pillows like I had them and make yourself comfortable."
I lay down the same way she'd been, giggling self-consciously. I felt shameless, all sprawled out naked that way in the bright daylight.
"Open wider, please," Vivian said, pushing my thighs further apart. "Give him a good wide opening so he's not cramped for work space."
I giggled again and must have been blushing like a schoolgirl. I told her, "I feel like a picture in a dirty book."
She said, "Take my word for it — you look like an art masterpiece in a museum. Are you ready? Say when."
I took a deep breath and said, "I guess so."
Pow! The next thing I knew that great hairy monster was up there looming over me, sniffing me up and down, blowing his hot breath all over my goosefleshed body. I could have sworn he was about to chomp a great big bite out of me. I was paralyzed. I didn't dare move a muscle.
"Relax — relax," Vivian said. "He won't hurt you. Close your eyes and think beautiful thoughts. He'll do all the work — don't worry."
I closed my eyes and tried to close off my mind too, to everything except pussy sensations. But it didn't work. I could feel that hot, humid breath hitting me here, there and everywhere and every now and then a drop of warm dog-spit would splash down onto me. I was wishing Bozo would get down below there where he belonged and start his cunt-licking. But all of a sudden I felt his hot vapors hit me right square in the face and I winced and turned my head away, and then — UGGH! He began licking right on my mouth, and when I opened up to make a protest noise his sloppy, dripping tongue went right inside. I twisted my head violently and tried to sit up, but his hard paw came right down between my breasts and pushed me back.
Vivian finally noticed that I was in trouble and she called him off me, and I was ready to quit the whole business right then and there. I took another drink to rinse out my mouth and get rid of the doggy taste.
I told Vivian, "Tell your friend, the kissing I can do without. Okay?"
She laughed. "Okay already. He just wanted to let you know he likes you. He's ready to get down to fundamentals now."
So we started again and this time, thank God, he went right for the crotch. I closed my eyes again and all of a sudden I wasn't nervous anymore. It started in right away to tickle like a very very groovy masturbation. He was hitting the ticklish places all right with a fantastic magic though. I'd had my slit licked and diddled and fondled and fucked many a time before my fingers and feathers and pricks and tongues, but nothing ever reached me as quickly as Bozo did with that crazy educated tongue of his.
Vivian was talking to me — asking me questions, I think. But she should have known better. I was already long gone — up on a cloud — out of sight. I could see what she'd meant now. Who needed a man with Bozo on the scene? Forget it's a dog doing it to you, I told myself just spread your wings and fly!
I began twisting around and rocking my hips. I couldn't hold still anymore. I could hardly catch my breath. My butt came tumbling down off the pillows, but that didn't stop Bozo. He stayed right in there and I held my legs just as wide apart as they'd go to give him an open field. The crazy trembles were shooting up everywhere through my insides now and I'd just about lost all control. I don't know if I was whimpering or laughing or screaming or what. I was completely gone. That wild crazy dog had turned my whole freaked-out body into one great big explosive cunt, all five-feet-nine of me. That's what a woman hopes for in bed but seldom ever finds. She wants to be turned into a complete cunt. Everything else gone until there's nothing left but wall-to-wall orgasm.
And now I wanted to be fucked! Man or dog — what did I care? I needed a prick right then — a rampaging fuck to split me up the center-groove — stuff me from gut to gullet.
I don't remember a thing of what happened from then on. All I can recall are the feelings inside me — sugar-coated skyrockets. But Vivian told me afterwards that I was thrashing all over the bed so much I tore the sheet right up the middle and I was grabbing at Bozo and clawing him with my fingernails, yelling, "Fuck me — please! Please. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
And fuck me he sure did. With a little help from Vivian I wound up back on my pillow-perch, and Bozo's ever-ready and rigid prick went ramrodding up my snatch and started pounding away. From there on it was Vivian's scene all over again, only this time I was flying and she was the ground-crew.