Ron Bywood - Beast humping

She arched her hips upward, aiming her crotch right at his pecker to give him a straight-on target to shoot at. It didn't look like he'd have any trouble ramming it in her from there. Her slit was pretty well-lubricated already too – slick and glistening wet from the dog's slobbering over it, plus her own juice oozing out from inside.

"Come on, Bozo – come on," she was whispering to him. "Fuck mama, Bozo. Fuck me, boy."

He nudged forward and poked his pecker up between her legs and she wiggled a little and pressed up to meet the point of it and put it to the hole. And then with hardly any trouble at all he slipped into the opening of her spread cunt and drove all the way home.

"Go, boy – go!" she hollered out, and he stared humping away like crazy.

I had to pinch myself, I swear. There I sat, actually watching a decent respectable woman in twentieth century America – my best friend in the world practically – letting herself be screwed by a Great Dane dog! I thought such things only happened in stag movies or in opium dens in Algeria or some such place.

He was really pounding it into her – wham wham – with his big brown balls whacking up against her ass with every thrust – and Vivian was meeting every push of his with a bump of her own. She was completely out of this world by that time. I don't think she even knew I existed any more. Her head was lolling back and forth, her eyes rolling in her head, her jaw hanging wide open. The dog was drooling spit down onto her face and neck but she wasn't paying any attention to that. She was practically frothing at the mouth herself.

She grabbed onto Bozo's front paws and lifted them up onto her chest, planting them on top of her boobs, and then she held them there, pressing his hard claws down against her nipples.

I guess she threw an orgasm before he did, the way she was thrashing around and whimpering. I never saw such passion before in my life. But then, I'd never watched another woman get screwed before, by man or animal.

She kept on making these little moaning noises in her throat and the dog started sort of squealing himself, as I guess his own orgasm was coming to a head.

But then it was all over all of a sudden. The dog quit his humping and his head sagged down over her face, and she brought her hands up and held onto his body, keeping him in position where he was with his prick still jammed up inside her. She was puffing like she'd run a twenty-six mile marathon and she had to get her breath back before she could speak to me again.

"We have to – we have to wait," she said, "until – the swelling on his prick goes down before we pull apart."

I didn't exactly get the meaning of that at the time, but she explained afterwards that a dog gets a big puffed-up ball in the middle of his cock when he inserts it into something feminine and starts fucking, and that anchors him inside the cunt, rectum or whatever as if he was riveted there. It only subsides after he shoots his load and goes soft again. If he tried to pull out while the ball was still engorged it would rip the hell out of her cunt and she'd be in big trouble trying to explain her lacerated twat to her family doctor.

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 before 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 event. 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 slobby 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. I was all sprawled out naked 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 school-girl. 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 goose-fleshed 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 slobby, 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.