There was something jabbing against my pussy-lips and I wiggled a little bit. It did feel kind of good and I was too relaxed from that orgasm I'd wanted so badly to ask myself what it might be. I just wiggled some more and kept turning my head from one side to the other. I giggled some, too, because that point on my pussy kind of tickled as it poked at me. It kept getting closer and closer to my cunt-mouth, jabbing at the slope of my pussy-lip and sliding along it toward the center, then jabbing again and sliding some more, as if my pussy was a sort of funnel. And in a moment it got clear to the center, where it nestled into the crater my cunt-rim made. And it pressed right up tight like a plug.
"Gunner! For God's sake!"
His hips had jerked some and he'd clasped my waist with his paws and tugged me toward him – well, tugged me further under him, I suppose. And all of a sudden I stopped daydreaming and awoke to where I was and what was going on.
"Gunner! You sonofabitch! You're trying to stick your pecker into me!" I jerked my hips real hard and yanked at my arms to free them. But they were still stuck, and jerking my hips lifted me enough his paws could really slam me under him.
Slam me under him! Slam me right onto that big, slippery, sharp-pointed, stiff cock, that's what! The point was already resting right in my cunt-mouth! And he was jabbing with his hips and when his paws swept me under him he slid me onto his peter as if I were a sleeve going onto an arm!
I got my legs off the backs of the chairs first of all; I was going to kick him the hell off me! That was for sure! But I couldn't really get my feet into position to do any kicking. I mean, his thighs were brushing my ass and when I lowered my legs some I was just holding him between my thighs. And I figured that out right off! So I pulled my knees up again and laid my thighs tight against his flanks and let him drive his cock into me. What else could I do?
I remembered that pecker of his! It wasn't so awful big around… not as big as Mark's… maybe not even as big as Will's. But it was long! I remembered! When he'd get a real hard-on, that dong would stick almost a foot out of its sheath, red and shiny and slick with some bluish streaks on it and a long, sharp-pointed head!
And it was sliding up my tube! It felt plenty thick! Maybe my cunt-mouth was just squeezing on it, I don't know. But it felt thick! And it kept shoving up in me, plowing the walls of my vagina aside and bumping into the hardness of my womb and pushing past it to the very end of my cavity! And then it stretched the membranes and kept going!
Until I finally felt like he'd got another prick somewhere and was just using the first as a guide! He was trying to poke something that felt like a watermelon into my cunt! God, it felt weird! And it was so big I wanted it all of a sudden! I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles behind his rump and jerked with all my strength! And we got it in.
He started fucking then. His hips jerked back and forth and his paws yanked me back and forth to the same rhythm and slobber dripped from his tongue onto my neck and all over my face. But I didn't mind the slobber; I liked it. It was part of the fucking! His sheath was covered with stiff, sharp hairs, and they dug into the quivering, taut, soft membranes all around my cunt-mouth. And the hair under his belly hung over my belly like a thick, woolly furpiece. It tickled my boobs and made them get all hot and twitchy. And my pussy felt like I was jamming a fox neckpiece on it. But he was fucking! His pecker was locked in, the last enormous knob even bigger than when we forced it in, and too thick to go back through my cunt-mouth. But there was an inch or so of shaft to slide back and forth, and his cockhead was churning my belly and making real squirmy feelings all through my insides. And the tough piece of hide that attached his sheath to his belly was riding on my clit and I was beside myself with lust!
I clutched him between my knees and clamped the inner sides of my feet on his haunches. His hair was coarse and matted, and it rubbed the insides of my thighs almost raw. I buried my hands in his fur and clenched my fists on handfuls of the thick stuff, holding myself up against him while he swept me back and forth and pounded my twat on that marvelous, prickly sheath.
My excitement exploded. I gasped and held my breath while the spasms started all over again. My belly writhed and I let my head hang back, rocking it from side to side as my cunt milked that glorious, misshapen cock in my belly.
But Gunner wasn't going to be hurried. He wasn't ready yet, so he kept fucking. The trouble with that was, I couldn't quite stop cumming. The convulsions subsided and the contractions kept right on happening, slower and weaker, but still there. And I kept right on shaking with the ecstasy that never happens except in a climax.
At last, he stopped pumping and simply clamped me to him, his whole body quivering and his ass vibrating like a hand massager. It was fantastic! His cock vibrated in me! It made every organ in my belly buzz, and it aroused an impossible level of excitement and pleasure. The sensation of that broad, pointed spear-head shaking like that in the core of my guts drove me practically delirious with delight! And my orgasm raged over me again.
I clung to Gunner's hairy, muscular body in a frenzy of joy at the unexpected bonus. I laughed and cried at the same time! And when he touched my lips with his tongue I grabbed it and sucked it into my, mouth… and he reacted in the heat of his slow cumming to drive the long, twisting organ clear down my throat!
His jism collected in my belly and the vibration continued and my lungs were on fire for a breath of fresh air. But he finally began to quiet and his paws didn't haul me onto his cock quite so hard and the vibration subsided. I was still laughing and crying at the same time. I loved that beast with a passion! He'd come to me after that unspeakable little shit had been so treacherous and had turned a disaster into a fabulous triumph of sensation. And he wasn't going to run all over town telling about it!
I felt like a new woman. I was exhausted, of course, and I was getting sticky from his drying slobber, but I'd cum and had that warm, tingly, contented feeling that follows a good orgasm. I was ready for Gunner to haul his cock out of me and let me get to the shower. Only he wasn't quite ready.
"Come on, baby!" I had to giggle at the satisfied expression around his eyes.
In fact, he was almost sickening with self-satisfaction. His face wrinkled a little around his eyes and his ears were pricked forward and he was grinning as if he were eating horseshit in the street! He looked down at me kind of sleepy-like as if I were a rag doll somebody had given him. And I'll be damned if he didn't give a great, big, lazy yawn, right in my face!
"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed. "For Christ's sake, dog! Who you think you are? Come on, get that peter out of me and let me get up!"
Well, he acted like he was thinking about it. Then he hunched himself a little bit and braced his paws on the cushion and pulled back with his haunches.
"It didn't budge!" I yelled at him. Je-sus! I thought. Now what! The sonofabitch is stuck!
He tugged a little harder and that huge, bulging, iron-hard knot at the back of his cock didn't even begin to move.
Oh, shit! I always thought dogs getting stuck had something to do with spasms in the bitch! I began to panic.
It looked like he was, too. His grin gave way to a troubled look and he began to jerk on his cock. And that thing…! That great, long, wonderful thing…! It didn't even feel any softer than the moment he shoved it into me! His tugging didn't accomplish anything but pull my ass off the end of the lounge. I was hanging from him, impaled on an oversized cock, with my arms still wedged between cushion and side rail. Only they were beyond my head, now, like I was going to be spread-eagled.