Paul was suddenly struck with an idea. Maybe, he thought, we ought to take Ambush with us when we visit that cop and his wife. There's no cure for prudishness like a session with a St. Bernard. He laughed to himself as he imagined the cop, Kramer, watching with bulging eyes as the dog hunched over his wife, ready to spear her with his huge red cock. What a scene that would be!
Meanwhile Ambush continued to lap at Judy's cunt, drawing the hot fluids out of her body until her thighs were gleaming with them. Eagerly he licked up each new outpouring, running his moist rough tongue along the inside of her thighs and up underneath her arms, then returning to the delicious little mounds of skin between her legs. He worked at her quietly, expertly, never hurried but never stopping, always the steady, insistent rubbing of his tongue against her, first in this place, then in that, always the huge, patient, inexorable tongue.
Judy could not believe that the dog was actually doing this to her, actually inciting her to such an incredible frenzy. There could be no holding back now, no stopping – her body was nearly out of control with longing for this… this dog! The warm, rough stroking of his tongue was creating a fire inside her, a fire that would not subside until he brought her aching body to a blazing holocaust of consummation. Shame was irrelevant now, Tim and her love for him no more than a dim memory – nothing existed except her fierce desire, the mad callings from the very center of her aroused being; nothing but this and the St. Bernard's marvelous tongue licking at her, caressing her, thrilling her beyond her wildest fantasies.
Jesus, thought Slackjaws, this little bitch is really loving it. Seeing her excitement, he wished he had spent more time with her himself – this dog was getting all the really sweet action. Well, he thought, it's a long afternoon, and if she's not crippled or torn apart by the time the dog gets through with her, then maybe old Slackjaws will have another go at it. He glanced over at Steve Paul, saw the hunger in his eyes, even noticed the small but rising bulge in his pants, but Steve Paul's needs were no concern of his. Shit, thought Slackjaws, he's no problem; I'll just take care of him like I did before, then I'll have that hot little cunt all to myself. He began to rub his own swelling prick at the thought of what he would do to her this time.
By now Judy was nearing her climax. Her body was soaked with sweat, the sheets below her wringing wet with a mixture of perspiration and sexual fluid. Still the dog continued his steady, patient, lapping, occasionally running his sandpapery tongue past the opening to her pussy and up along the smooth, flexing walls inside; and each time he did it Judy screamed with pleasure. "Oooooooooooooooo, doggie," she cried, "do that some more. Do it more!"
Somehow Ambush seemed to understand her, for suddenly, just at the right moment, he shoved his tongue into her as far as it would go. Judy let out a moan that came from the very depths of her soul. This was an entirely new sensation to her, having something inside her pussy that was as long or longer than any human prick, yet at the same time soft and malleable, with a freedom of movement all its own; she was sure the touch of it, the long sweeping strokes against her cunt walls, would turn her inside out. She was closer now to her orgasm, and then closer still as the painful pressure built up in every part of her body, threatening to break her apart. Closer and still closer, the dog waving his tongue inside her faster and faster and faster until it felt like a piercing bullet, closer and closer and closer, and then…
The dam inside her finally burst – she was overcome by the most powerful climax she had ever experienced. A great storm of pleasure raged through her body, neglecting no part of her, reaching everywhere and touching everything, sweeping her soul and her life away with it, drowning her in pleasure. Her body bucked and pitched as she tried to ride out this incredible orgasm, but it was too strong for her. Finally she could do nothing but lie rigid in the bed, her eyes rolled back and her mouth wide open in a silent scream as the storm coursed through her, sucking every ounce of life from her veins, ruining her, ravaging her, washing her clean.
It was not until the storm had subsided somewhat that she was able to move, to make sounds, to finally scream: "Ohhhhhhh, my sweet Jesus, oh my God, Ohmygod I'm cummmmmmminnnnnnnggggg!"
But the dog had only begun. All this had been only part of a sequence, a sequence that would not end until Ambush himself lay exhausted and spent on the bed. His masters had found in training him that his full erection was far too big to fit inside any woman unless she had first been prepared for him by the expansive action of an orgasm. For the act to be timed perfectly, for it to succeed at all, in fact, Ambush had to penetrate his victim immediately after she came; otherwise he would be too late and the girl's pussy would be closed to him for at least another fifteen minutes, or until he could bring her to climax again. Ambush did not like to wait. The girl furious response had excited him as no bitch in heat ever could; his huge red prick had swollen out of its sheath and was even now throbbing in readiness. No, there could be no waiting.
Judy was lying on the bed, half-dead from exertion and release, and the incredible thrust of the dog's outsized prick took her totally by surprise. It was as if someone had driven a steam-shovel deep into the heart of her, as if a locomotive from hell had been called up to drive its way into her unwilling, exhausted body. This was something that no human could ever hope to match, this gigantic pulsing organ that was burying itself into her flesh, stretching and filling her until it seemed to become a part of her, as if a whole new piece of flesh had suddenly been grafted to her vagina. But this new piece of flesh, this new organ of hers, refused to lie still and melt into her, refused to behave like something that was truly her own; instead it drummed in and out, in and out, with the strength of a mighty, diabolical machine, sending her into uncontrollable paroxysms of pain and delight.
On and on it went, tormenting her, splitting her apart. She was lost now, in a world without sound, without voices, an unreachable floating universe from which all thought had been banished, a world that was at one and the same time a glittering heaven and a fiery hell, where there was no time, no waiting, no past or future; only the unendurable present, only the dog fucking her with such inhuman, brutal strength.
And then into that world came a sensation that Judy had never hoped to feel again: the first, faint electrical buzzing of approaching climax. She concentrated on the little hum as hard as she could, trying to close out all the tortuous pain that surrounded it, meeting the pain with the hard squeezings of her inflamed and dripping cunt, trying to choke the life out of the massive rod that was thrusting into her.
"Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhh," she groaned through clenched teeth, as she concentrated harder and harder on pressing into the dog, on maintaining and building the small but insistent buzzing that heralded her orgasm. Her hips were moving like ramrods, matching each thrust the dog made with an equally strong thrust of her own, driving the dog back and pulling him forward again.
Holy shit, thought Slackjaws, his eyes wide with disbelief, she's outfucking the dog. What an incredible little whore she is! She's actually outfucking the dog!
By now Ambush was squealing with terror and pain. Judy's cunt had become a prison, a terrible squeezing prison that held him fast and would not let him go, that clamped down on him, suffocating him, making him whine with fear. He began to wiggle back and forth, trying to pry himself loose, but Judy would have none of it: she simply clenched her teeth and clamped down all the harder. This little puppy was not going to leave her now, not when she was so close, so very close. He had been given to her and she was going to keep him, right to the bitter end – they weren't going to let her down again, no, not this time. She was going to cum and cum and cum and keep on cuming; this beautiful animal was going to be hers and hers alone.