Ron Bywood - Beast humping

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 any more. It started right away to tickle like a very, very groovy masturbation. He was hitting the ticklish places all right with a fantastic magic touch. I'd had my slit licked and diddled and fondled and fucked many a time before by 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 any more. 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 that 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.

All I know of the details are what she told me afterwards, and the physical evidence that I saw with my own eyes after it was all over and I'd come back down to earth.

I went in the bathroom with Vivian to take a shower 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 that 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 go 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 a while, 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 towards him slowly, walking bow-legged in a 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 a 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. Id 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 leant in and snapped his jaws about an inch from my nose. No more bull-shit, lady.