Then he backed off and I smiled to show him no hard feelings and spread my legs and lifted my hips to let him see I was ready and willing. He sniffed at my cunt a couple of times and bumped his nose against it, and then after a couple more barks in my direction he climbed up into position and brought his prick up to the slot. I raised up a little more and braced myself and he shoved it in me as easy as always and started fucking away, even faster and harder than usual. I guessed that my sucking on him had really got him stirred up and impatient.
I tried extra-hard to make it a good fuck for him this time. As soon as his prick swelled up to full-size in me and filled my cunt, locking us together, I took hold of his ribs and held on and rocked and wiggled and humped up and down along with him. I tried to pinch his prick as tight as I could too, hoping I'd give him the greatest orgasm a dog ever had.
But then my own insides started to freak out as usual and I got lost in the ecstasies of my own exploding orgasms until we both had blown ourselves out completely. I lay there afterwards, still holding onto his hot flanks, panting from my extra exertions, waiting for his puffed up prick to cool down and wilt so we could disengage. But this time of all times — with just the two of us alone — that horrible dreaded thing had to happen to us. We were locked together! The big hard knob on his cock was blown up inside me and it wouldn't go down. Somehow, with all my extra contortions and cunt-squeezings, I'd managed to close the mouth of my snatch so tight around the root of his prick that the blood couldn't drain off and, for all I knew, he was going to stay hard up inside me forever. I had no idea what we could do, and I was in an instant state of panic. If only I'd had sense enough to ask Vivian what to do in such a case. But she had only mentioned it as a crazy possibility and we'd laughed about it as a joke.
Bozo wasn't too delighted about things either. He tried to pull back and get free, and it hurt like hell when he did. It felt like a barbed fish-hook up inside me, tearing at my guts. I guess it was painful to Bozo too though. He whined a couple of times and then turned mean and started barking in my face again. As if it was my fault. I figured the only thing we could do was wait it out and try to stay relaxed, hoping the muscles or whatever would loosen or something and undo us eventually. But what a drag!
I held onto Bozo and pulled him down beside me and we just lay there together for what seemed like an hour at least, but it was no deal. His prick looked as if it was going to stay hard forever unless we did something about it. But what?
I guess it was the first time it had ever happened to Bozo too, and he was pretty confused about it all. Every now and then he'd start thrashing around in a new try at breaking loose, and every time he did it my cunt was getting rawer and rawer inside from all that chafing. And then as if that wasn't bad enough, after awhile he started getting horny again and wanting to fuck some more, of all things! All of a sudden he began a whole new humping sequence and I thought I was getting my cunt reamed out with a barbed wire dildo. Wow! And that miserable beast just kept on fucking me and fucking me — I thought he'd never quit.
I couldn't hold him still anymore after that. The more we thrashed around and humped away the weaker I got, so pretty soon I was just plain at his mercy. When he moved, I moved with him — hanging on desperately, trying to minimize the Godawful frictions inside my tortured cunt.
I didn't have the faintest idea what to do about it. Go to the telephone? Who would I call? Imagine trying to explain a predicament like that to anyone! And then get myself arrested for bestiality on top of it. Prominent local woman caught in bestial act. I could see the headlines now. And I could go on the 'I've Got a Secret' television show and win a bundle.
The only thought that occurred to me was that I'd heard of people throwing water or turning a hose on dogs when they got locked together. If Bozo and I could dunk ourselves in an ice cold bath — that might jar us loose. But getting that monstrous beast into the bathroom was a major project that was beyond me. He showed no inclination at all to move in any direction that I suggested.
So we lay on the floor together endlessly and every hour or two he'd start a new round of thrashing about, which would always wind up with him getting horny again and starting another session of excruciating fucking in my mincemeat snatch. By now my inner canal was so swollen and inflamed, it was an even tighter fit than ever around his fat cock, and all the more searing agony for me with every move he made.
At last I managed to get to the kitchen with him in one of our cooperative mobile periods and we shared some meat scraps from the refrigerator and then lay together on the kitchen floor for some hours afterward until I finally fell asleep, completely exhausted.
I woke up in the middle of the night, a mass of aches and pain, and it took a minute for me to remember where I was and why. But then in a sudden flash of joy I realized that I was lying on the floor alone. Bozo was gone. Somehow while I slept he had achieved detumescence apparently and we were free again, I staggered into the bedroom, hardly able to walk, and collapsed on the bed. My whole belly was on fire and I was very much afraid that I had suffered serious internal damage.
And then the damn nightmare wasn't over yet. I was just dozing off again when Bozo suddenly loomed over me, blowing his steamy breath in my face, and he jolted me awake with a couple of loud barks.
'Oh no,' I said. 'Haven't you learned your lesson yet, for God's sakes?'
Apparently he hadn't because he pressed me down with his paws again and started rooting around my poor crotch, all ready to have another go-around. I didn't have much strength left, but it was life or death for me at that point. When he barked again I barked back at him just as loud.
'Get off! Go! Get out!' He snapped at me but I swatted him on the side of the head and managed to slip out from under him and escape. He jumped after me and gave me a nip on the arm when I pushed him away, but after a lot of hassling around and a couple more minor bites on the legs and feet as I kicked at him, I finally got him out of the room by superhuman brute force and slammed the door on him. He pounded and scratched at it and barked his head off all the rest of the night, but Bozo and I were finished. The love affair was over — period.
By morning he was too hungry to be thinking anymore about sex, thank God, and it was safe for me to come out again. Even so, I wore several layers of clothes and an extra-heavy pair of slacks for protection, just in case.
I had to keep the damn beast with me the rest of the week as per my agreement with Vivian. I couldn't just toss him out in the alley. But I sure didn't let him take any more liberties. I kept a broom handle near me at all times to belt him with in case he got any more horny ideas. But there was no problem, since I never stripped down again in front of him. That's what turned him on — the sight and smell of naked pussy. He was as docile as a lamb as long as you kept yourself decently covered.
I was very relieved to find that my tormented pussy was not seriously mangled after all and needed no major medical attention. By the end of the week in fact it was as good as new again. And a whole lot wiser besides.
Needless to say, I've given up animal fornication for good — gone back to casual sleeping around with male human animals exclusively, a return to the habits of my bachelor-girl days. Men can be problems for a poor defenseless woman and they certainly can bug you in all kinds of ways, but it's reassuring to know when you lie down with one of them that when the fuck is finished the meshed connections will come apart again without major surgery.
Chapter Three
In this day and age with hordes of young people, hippy and otherwise, warring against the establishment politically, socially, morally and sexually, there is a great urge among them to try anything at all that's taboo, just for the sake of rebellion. And if the opportunity for a 'new kick' presents itself — a kick that's way way out on the deep end of sex experience — a kick that is an absolute no-no to the square world, not only unlawful but unthinkable — that makes it a kick well worth trying.
So inevitably many youths today might be expected at least once to dabble experimentally in bestiality. As one young man told me who had tried his luck at triolism with a girl and a large woolly dog, 'Why the hell not, after you've done everything else? Anything that the straight world's moral spokesmen say is absolutely forbidden can't be all bad. Like so many of our stupid taboos, where's the harm in it actually? Me and my girl and the dog all enjoyed it, that's for sure.'
