All I know of the details are what she told me afterwards, and the physical evidence that I saw with my eyes after it was all over and I'd come back down to earth.
In the bathroom with Vivian to take showers and clean up, I noticed the following things about myself. I looked as if I'd just come through fire, flood and a street-riot. My entire body was drenched with sweat and various other slimy juices I didn't dare try to identify. My breasts and ribs and belly were all crisscrossed with little scratch-marks which could only have come from Bozo's hard claws. Last but not least, my sopping wet pussy, clogged full of doggy-goo, felt as if it had been reamed out with a hot poker. But I wasn't regretting what had happened — not for a second.
"How about it?" Vivian said. "Did I exaggerate or not?"
"Oh wow!" I said. "The only trouble is, I don't know if I could survive another round of it. How often do you do like that with Bozo? I should think you'd be worn down to a shadow by now."
She laughed. "I don't overdo it. Anyway, when you get used to him it's much less of a strain. The trick is to be completely relaxed and don't fight him, just let it happen to you. You rolled around too much. That's why you're all scratched up and exhausted."
She helped me to wash off and touched up my bruises and then she made me an offer. "Any time you want to shoot the moon again, just say the word. Bozo is always ready and willing. That horny bastard is insatiable. He'd take us both on again right now if we'd let him."
I laughed. "No thanks, just the same. Give me a week to recover and maybe then again."
Well, I guess I was hooked, because I found I couldn't wait a week. It was only a couple or three days later when I started getting very restless and feeling all warm and dreamy the way a woman does when she needs attention. So I called Viv and asked her, "How's Bozo?"
She laughed. "He's been asking for you," she said. "I think he's in love."
We got together again that afternoon and it was just as fantastic as the first time. Better, even — because I had no fear or hesitation to start with.
And from then on it was ball ball ball every other day or so. I was screwing that crazy dog more than Vivian was. Man, was I hooked! In love, I guess — that's the only way to explain it. And Vivian didn't mind. She was still getting all she wanted.
This action went on for about a month or so and then Viv told me one day she was going out of town for a week and asked if I'd mind taking care of Bozo while she was gone. Would I? Wow! Did I ever have dreams of fantastic day and night orgies. Just me and my doggy dream-lover. Alone together! Now I'd be able to do some of the way-out crazy things with him that I'd never had the nerve to do in front of Vivian. I wanted to kiss him all over his hairy hide — suck his prick — everything! Give Bozo the same crazy pleasures he'd given me.
I couldn't wait for Vivian to get the hell out of town so I could get the orgy under way. As soon as she was gone I went at it. I closed up all the blinds and drew the drapes. Bozo and I were going to have complete privacy. I didn't even want pigeons spying on us.
Then I stripped naked and Bozo and I started a romp on the living room floor. We rolled around together all over the carpet, wrestling and biting at each other. Bozo loved that kind of thing. Then I pinned him down flat on his back and started kissing and licking him all over his belly and underparts. This was something new for him, and he lay still just whimpering a little. I could tell he enjoyed it. I teased him awhile, circling all around his prick before I came down on it. Then I took his balls into my mouth and rolled them around on my tongue and nibbled them gently. I knew men always liked that and I figured a dog would too. Finally I took his prick in and licked it all over — drew the head out and sucked on it as hard as I could. He seemed to enjoy it all right! But he was getting pretty restless, and I guessed he was in the mood to fuck.
But I wanted to play games some more, so I hopped up all of a sudden and ran into the kitchen to get him to chase me. I figured I'd make him work for his piece of ass today. He came charging after me, but I ducked around the table and ran back out and into the bedroom. He didn't come in after me right away, which puzzled me. And then when he did come into the doorway, he didn't seem to be in such a playful mood after all. In fact it almost sounded as if he was growling at me way down deep in his throat.
So I figured I'd teased him long enough, and I started moving forward toward him slowly, walking bow-legged in sort of crouch, with my crotch spread and my pussy thrust forward.
"Come and get it," I was saying, very sexy. "Get your hot pussy."
All of a sudden he took me by surprise. He crouched down like lion and then leaped onto me and knocked me sprawling on my back. I tried to push him off me so we could get up onto the bed and be comfortable, but he wasn't waiting any longer and he wouldn't let me up. He planted his big forepaws right square on my boobs and squashed them flat and then started up a thunderous barking, square in my face. This was something new. I'd never heard him do that before. I got the idea though that old Bozo meant business. It was fucking time and no fooling. And just to be sure that I got the message, he leaned in and snapped his jaws about an inch from my nose. No more bullshit lady.
Then he backed off and I smiled to show him no hard feelings and spread my legs and lifted my hips to let him see I was ready and willing. He sniffed at my cunt a couple of times and bumped his nose against it, and then after a couple more barks in my direction he climbed up into position and brought his prick up to the slot. I raised up a little more and braced myself and he shoved it in me as easy as always and started fucking away, even faster and harder than usual. I guessed that my sucking on him had really got him stirred up and impatient.
I tried extra-hard to make it a good fuck for him this time. As soon as his prick swelled up to full-size in me and filled my cunt, locking us together, I took hold of his ribs and held on and rocked and wiggled and humped up and down along with him. I tried to pinch his prick as tight as I could too, hoping I'd give him the greatest orgasm a dog ever had.
But then my own insides started to freak out as usual and I got lost in the ecstasies of my own exploding orgasms until we both had blown ourselves out completely. I lay there afterwards, still holding onto his hot flanks, panting from my extra exertions, waiting for his puffed up prick to cool down and wilt so we could disengage. But this time of all times — with just the two of us alone — that horrible dreaded thing had to happen to us. We were locked together! The big hard knob on his cock was blown up inside me and it wouldn't go down. Somehow, with all my extra contortions and cunt-squeezings, I'd managed to close the mouth of my snatch so tight around the root of his prick that the blood couldn't drain off and, for all I knew, he was going to stay hard up inside me forever. I had no idea what we could do, and I was in an instant state of panic. If only I'd had sense enough to ask Vivian what to do in such a case. But she had only mentioned it as a crazy possibility and we'd laughed about it as a joke.
Bozo wasn't too delighted about things either. He tried to pull back and get free, and it hurt like hell when he did. It felt like a barbed fish-hook up inside me, tearing at my guts. I guess it was painful to Bozo too though. He whined a couple of times and then turned mean and started barking in my face again. As if it was my fault. I figured the only thing we could do was wait it out and try to stay relaxed, hoping the muscles or whatever would loosen or something and undo us eventually. But what a drag!
I held onto Bozo and pulled him down beside me and we just lay there together for what seemed like an hour at least, but it was no deal. His prick looked as if it was going to stay hard forever unless we did something about it. But what?