I was burning up. I was mad at the little shit for fooling me the way he had, but my ass was sore from its reaming and I was about to turn inside out with frustration. I mean, he'd gotten me so hot I'd enjoyed what he did! And then he'd thrown me aside without letting me have my orgasm!
And when dear, faithful Gunner came over and started nosing at me and whining with sympathy it was more than I could take. I grabbed him and threw my arms around his neck and cried into his ruff. Part shepherd and part something with a lot of hair, he had a thick enough coat for a girl to dry a lot of tears on. So I hugged him and sobbed. And he took it patiently, licking at me now and then as if to say how sorry he was.
Once in awhile his tongue was next to one of my boobs, and when the rough, warm surface rasped across a tittie it just made things worse. I mean, it was like wet sandpaper going over one of those sensitized nipples! It sent hot streaks through me and made my cunt-rim pucker and my belly churn! And I knew that wasn't doing me any good! It was just going to keep me hot without offering any chance for relief! The only thing to do was to get into the shower and maybe rub my clit until I could reach a climax.
I got hold of the window sill – it wasn't much more than knee-high – and started to push myself up. But luckily I happened to be facing toward it and saw the guy next door rocking on his porch and looking right at me. So I sort of dropped back, hunched up on my hands and knees wondering what to do. I'd have to crawl out of the sun porch, I decided.
Only Gunner was nosing around again. He poked his nose against my pussy and sniffed. And it felt so good I waited a minute and let him keep sniffing. He stuck his tongue out and licked, as if he were testing the taste, then licked again like he meant business! God! I thought. Oh, God, that's great! And then, Christ, Lee, why not! Licking like that he's going to make you cum before you know it!
I did crawl. I got over to the lounge with Gunner right behind me, his nose to my ass and his tongue jabbing at my pussy. I was thinking fast. I wanted to be comfortable so I could enjoy the orgasm when it came. And I wanted to make it easy for Gunner to get right down into my cunt with that marvelous, flexible tongue of his. So I got hold of two of the straight chairs and put one at either side of the lounge, just beyond the end. And I flopped onto the cushion on my back and pulled the chairs closer so their back legs rested against the sides of the lounge. I raised my legs and hooked the backs of my knees over the chair backs so I was split wide open.
"Okay, Gunner… good boy…! Come on, baby, get a mouthful. Goooood boy!"
He didn't need an invitation. He stuck his nose right down to my pussy and nosed along my pussy-lips with slobber dripping off his tongue and started to lick. My God, what a technique! He didn't just lap it up; he acted like he was getting dessert! He sort of scooped along the rim of each lip first, his tongue broad and covered with barbs that lifted the pussy-hairs and combed them and stripped off the dried stuff on them. I got hold of the pillows and pulled them under my shoulders to prop me up so I could really see what was going on, and those hairs sprang away from his tongue glistening-clean! He did that to both pussy-lips and up around my clit, getting every bit of the stuff off the hair.
I was all swollen already, and the way I had my legs up and out, my pussy-lips were spread way apart. Their inner faces were sort of bulging and red and the thick fluids I'd oozed was in gooey, whitish layers. He started licking at that stuff differently. He just dabbed at it with the front end of his tongue, picking up a little bit at a time and shooting sparks of delight through me at the same time. He went right along one lip, cleaning the surfaces, and then started on the other. And my hips started undulating and my boobs surged and I panted.
The floor of my slit was like a U-shaped valley with me split so far apart, and it was swimming with juice! He scooped at that until I was sure he was scraping skin off! But the sensations were out of this world! I throbbed! My whole body was on fire! My cunt-mouth stretched open and pulsed and my belly twisted and writhed. All I could do was get my hands hooked around my thighs and pull, fighting to keep from interfering with what he was doing.
Oh, Christ, yes! I told myself. Hell, yes, he's going to make you cum!
He gobbled up just about every drop of wetness on me. Even licked around my asshole until it felt raw! And he discovered there was some left on my clitoris. Jesus, I thought I was going right through the ceiling! He knew what he was doing; he worked the hood back and polished its inner surfaces while the hard, reddened little shaft quivered and the conical little head swelled and jerked. And when I thought I'd taken all I could stand, he decided to scour the tender little cock, itself.
"Omigod!" I cried out in absolute, panicky ecstasy. "Omigod, Gunner! No, no! I can't stand that!"
He didn't pay any attention. He went right ahead and stripped off all the flavor. And my hips flogged wildly, my legs tightening to lift me into the air. I let go of my thighs and jammed my hands between the cushion and the side rails of the lounge, shoving until they were firmly wedged in. And my whole body leaped with the excruciating intensity of my pleasure.
I was lucky. A clit just isn't big enough to collect much pussy-juice and he stopped pretty soon. I didn't know I was lucky. I was ready for my orgasm – I could feel the first deep buzzing in my belly that comes when a climax starts – and I begged him to keep at it just a little longer. But he'd got what he was after and was looking for more. And when he found it I realized how lucky I was! I was so hot I was oozing again, and some of the fluid had gotten out to the rim of my cunt-mouth.
He found that. Oh, Jesus, did he find it! He lapped it up and stuck his tongue into the opening for more. And when he discovered it was there – and fresh and plentiful – he drove his tongue right on into my cunt, twisting and curling it and probing into all the inner folds until it felt like some kind of fancy fuck I'd never even dreamed of! It was like a whole new kind of pleasure had exploded inside me! When he was licking my clit, the little organ was so sensitive it almost hurt, but the probing and exploring inside my cunt didn't have any shortcoming. It simply felt fabulous! I twisted and jerked and moaned. My arms were jammed tighter than I'd thought and I couldn't even budge them, but it didn't matter. That just gave me more leverage and saved me from falling off the lounge.
I came. Omigod, how I came! My ass lashed up and down and my feet kicked and my belly churned… and then my orgasm hit me and I went totally rigid! I think my cunt practically pinched Gunner's tongue off, it contracted so hard. I could feel the spasms in my belly, one contraction following another up the length of my vagina like the cars of a train going through a crossing. I started to shake and couldn't stop. And my voice did a funny thing, sort of rolling out whether I was gasping in or wheezing out. And I kept on coming something awful!
At last he dragged his tongue out of me and stopped pushing his muzzle against my pussy and the spasms got weaker and quit. I sagged, my muscles relaxed and warmth seeped through me. It didn't matter if my legs were still spread and hanging over the backs of the chairs like something hung on a clothesline – or that my arms were wedged down on either side of the lounge cushion so I couldn't move. When my strength came back, I'd be able to figure out what to do about that.
And in the meantime, Gunner acted like he wanted to know what all the groaning had been about. He reared up and put his forepaws on my belly and studied my face. And I grinned at him weakly and made a kissing motion with my lips. Maybe my belly isn't steady enough, I thought when he stepped off it with one paw at either side of my waist. I don't blame him a bit. Besides, he's heavy. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his head and touched my mouth with his tongue. I laughed and jerked my face to one side. I mean, who wants a dog licking her on the mouth?
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.
He kept on jerking and backing. Every time he tried and his pecker didn't move, he half yelped, then whimpered and looked at me as if I were just hanging onto him out of spite. He pulled harder, really putting his shoulders into pushing away from the lounge, and my arms came loose from their trap.
"No!" I yelled, but it was too late. Maybe it wouldn't ever have been on time.
He pulled me right off the lounge. I tumbled under him, my cunt crushed tight against his sheath and my legs in the air over his back and my shoulders resting on the floor. The tension inside my pussy was fierce! I locked my ankles over his back again and took the weight off his pecker and my twat. And the sonofabitch started backing all over the sun porch with me!
I groaned. Oh, you dirty bastard! I thought. I know that guy next door can see your back when you go near the window! And there my feet are, hanging on! What's he going to think about that! Maybe it didn't matter. What mattered was how long it was going to be before I'd get off his cock. Or maybe how long it was going to be before I'd have to scream for help and some dirty-minded Goddamn doctor was going to have to give Gunner a shot to make his cock shrink!
I didn't laugh any more. I just cried. And he just dragged me around. He was getting frantic, too! He was stepping over me and trying to walk forward and making my body twist into impossible shapes and scaring hell out of me!
I got so panicky and so exhausted with my legs clamped around him the way they were – and that monstrous, iron-rod cock still levering around in the middle of my belly and its unbelievable knot hung up at my cunt-mouth – that I began to think I was going to faint! If you do…! I warned myself. You faint, you stupid bitch, and he's going to yank all your guts right out through your snatch!
But before I came that close to losing consciousness, I did feel a tiny twitch of movement at my cunt-rim. There was just the faintest sensation of slipping. I gasped and tightened the grip of my legs; anything I could do to help that awful swelling on his pecker to go down was worth doing! And little by little, it did shrink, until I finally began to slip off his cock.
Jesus! What a marvelous feeling! I thought. Better coming out than going in! It seemed like a lot longer dick, too. It kept coming out and coming out and coming out until I wondered if I'd had the head in my mouth! But I finally was able to let go all the way with my legs and drop to the floor. And Gunner could step back and eye me with an injured expression. And his Goddamn pecker actually touched the floor!
Well, I was maybe more exhausted than I'd ever been in my life, but I scrambled out from under him and across the sun porch and into the bathroom in record time! I left him while he was flopping down and starting to lick his cock… probably asking it if it realized what it had gotten into.