DOGGY STYLE! LITTER-ALLY!

"IT'S SO LONG! And it keeps, keeps rooting around in there, like he's cleaning out his doggy dish or something. Oooooh! It's h-hitting me everywhere, ooooooh! All around! Oh, God! Now it's going around in circles, ooooh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oooooooh, shit!" She stopped, her ass pushing strongly against Gomer's face.

"What is it?" Kicky feverishly asked, the stirring finally starting in his crotch. "What's he doing now?"

"He, he, he's . . . fucking me! F-f-fucking me with his tongue! It's going in and out now just like a cock. And, and, and, he twirls it around as he goes in and out! Ooooooh! Mother!" She was trembling all over now. And Kicky had seen that tremble before. Mellow-Jell-O, his Mellow-Jell-O, was about to climax. And, if he was any judge of it at all, it was going to be a big one.

And Kicky was an excellent judge of Mellie's orgasms. And he knew just what she would sound like during it. One short yell, a violent shuddering all over her, and then silence, no movement, just going with the flow.

"OOOOOOOOOOOH, I-I-I'M CUMMING, DARLING!" Shudder. Silence. Still.

Kicky wondered, his woody at full wood now, had she called Gomer darling, or was that meant for me? A quick sliver of trepidation shot through his mind as he contemplated the idea of losing his girlfriend to a canine. A canine he had introduced her to. Then the thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Mellie, he now thought, is a human after all, don'tcha know?

But, just in case, Kicky figured he'd better end this crap and get the dog to the fucking part before . . .

> > > > > >

MELLOW JELL-O, her pussy still twitching and the afterglow of her fantastic orgasm still washing over her, stayed where she was, on all fours, her ass fully exposed, ready now for the dog's other adventure. The fucking.

Man, she thought, if Gomer's tongue feels that good, what's his big cock gonna feel like? Her pussy started twitching at the thought and she felt a new wetness start to form. And a new respect for doggies.

Kicky ordered Gomer to sit and, while Mellie waited further instructions, he stripped himself naked. He had a simple plan in mind. Once Gomer was solidly fucking Mellie, he was going to stick his cock her mouth. Have her suck him off while the big dog doggied her. Maybe, he reasoned, she'll get so fucking hot, so out of it all, she'll swallow old Herman right down to my pubes! You never know now, do you?

> > > > > >

ALL WAS NOW READY. And Gomer didn't have to be told a thing. Right after Kicky had positioned the pooch over Mellie's backside, old Gome's large dick was in her pussy faster than you can say puppy love!

Puppy love. See? It’s quick to say.

And old Gomer didn't need to be trained how to fuck, either. Thousands of years of instincts had seen to that little detail. Then, faster than you can say, need I say it again? Gomer's fat 9 incher was bottoming out in the first human pussy he had ever felt. And no one had to ask poochy if he liked this as much as Beggin Strips! The answer was written all over his salivating mouth and glassy eyes. He was in doggy heaven!

And Mellie, bless her, didn't need any time to adjust and mold her insides to the large intruder, thank you, God. And thank you, Vaginus! You've outdone yourself, sweet Goddess of pussyville. Thus, faster than you can say, well, you know what you can say, Mellow Jell-O's pussy lived up to its name and molded itself all around Gomer's canine schwantz.

As Gomer humpity-humped, his furry doggy ass pumping at the speed of light, or so it seemed, Mellie was having one bingo- bango orgasm after another. They were occurring so rapidly; she couldn't catch her breath or even yell. She just stayed there, taking the poochy pounding and loving every new and exciting, magical sensation.

Kicky stood there, watching with heated eyes and massaging his very stiff erection. He now thought, God, I wish I could do that! Me, too, Kicky, me too!

You listening to us, God! Probably not.

Kicky, remember his simple plan, went around to Mellie's front and knelt down before her. He guided his swollen member toward her face. "Suck me, baby, suck me while Gomer does you!"

He pushed forward until the tip of his cock head touched her lips. Mellie, not even knowing what planet she was on, instinctively opened her mouth and took him in. Kicky liked that, probably, for he promptly grabbed hold of her head and proceeded to mouth fuck her. Shallowly to begin with.

Then, while Gomer was fever pitching at it, Kicky forced the issue on Mellie. He pushed further into her mouth and then further still. He was now, he felt, passed her fucking gag reflex and she hadn't even squawked, or tried to pull back. Inspired by it, Kicky fed her the entire 7" in one fell swoop. Right down to the fur!

And Mellie hadn't gagged, not even a little.

So Kicky did what all the Kicky's of the world would do in this situation, he pumped in and out of her mouth, going all the way down on every fourth or fifth stroke. Then, the magic hit him and he knew it was a fight now. Try to hold back, ha ha, for as long as possible, and then say uncle and let the discharge start.

So, with Gomer in a frenzy, Kicky let loose, making absolutely sure his cock wasn't down her throat. He wanted her to taste him, not shoot it all straight down to the belly. "Ooooooorgh-umph!" he yelled. And came a bucket . . .

Then some damned fool started banging on Kicky's front door!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Just like that. It was followed quite quickly by some damned fool yelling out at the top of his lungs, 'OPEN UP, IT'S THE POLICE!" Oh, shit, thought Kicky. Oh, fuck, thought Mellow Jell-O.

Gomer, probably, didn't think a thing. He was trying to finish and, from the looks of it, anyhow, was having a tough time doing just that. So he just kept a-humpity-humping away as he drooled all over Mellie's back.

"Get him off, Kicky! Get him off me."

Kicky tried, oh, did he try, but the damned dog had other ideas, not having too much fear in him for the cops. And, unknown to the two humans in the room, he had a trick up his sleeve. A trick to ensure he'd stay where he was, deep in pussy, until he finished, thank you. A trick poor Kicky hadn't bothered to read about when he read the dog lady's monograph on doggy sex.

"No use, Mellie, I can't budge him. He‘s stuck somehow!"

"Get some cold water, for Christ's sake, and throw it on him!" Works in the movies, don'tcha know? Separates dogs in heat like nothing else can. In the movies.

Well, old Kicky ran into the kitchen, filled a saucepan to overflowing with water as cold as it gets when it first gurgles out, and sloshed his way back to the scene of the copulating couple. Then, taking careful aim, he splashed the entire amount of water onto the dog's back and ass.

But this solution works better in the movies than in real life. All Kicky succeeded in doing was getting Gomer and Mellie wet. And, Gomer, the now wet-assed Gomer, was still at it, and as strong as ever. Mellie and Kicky now smelled wet dog fur, from an overheated St. Bernard. Ugh!

Suddenly, it dawned on Mellie what the problem was. The base of Gomer's cock had expanded so much it now lodged in her like a plug, a pussy plug, if you will, and damn it, the big lump couldn't and wouldn't be expelled, no matter what Mellie did. And she tried, for sure, but it seemed as if he pussy was molded to the damned shape..

Neither human knew it, might have if Kicky had been more studious in in reading, but what now resided in Mellie's pussy was Gomer's little trick, his cock knot. Which was now perfectly fitting Mellow Jell-O's pussy mold.

This was a big, old knot that formed itself at the base of Gomer's cock. And this knot had now swelled up to inhuman proportions, and was doing its intended job of keeping his old poochy pecker in the female, human or otherwise, until he unloaded his load. The canine way, nature's way, of seeing to it the female had a better chance of getting knocked up.

Man, I wish I could do that! You listening, God? Probably not.

And, if Kicky had taken the time to read further, he would have learned that once that knot is formed, hell, or a saucepan of high water, or a shitload of Marines ain't gonna remove it. Not in less than half an hour, sometimes even more.

Now, if the cops would only be respectful enough to come back later, at a more propitious time, well . . .

> > > > > >

BUT THESE PARTICULAR COPS hadn't read the etiquette handbook when it came to busting drug dealers, so they did what most cops would do in this situation.

They kicked the fucking door in and rushed into the room that Kicky uses as a living room and bedroom combination. All three cops, two burly lads and one female, stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes bugging out at the scene before them.

"Holy Mother of God!" One cop said.

"Jesus Christ!" The female cop said..

You listening, God! Probably not . . . as usual.

"Your under arrest, lady!" Said the third cop, reaching behind himself for his handcuffs. "And, mister, if your name is Kipper Kale, you are too!"

But the poor cops didn't know it, couldn't know it, but they would have to wait a half hour, maybe more, before the trip to the stationhouse. Unless, that is, they were in the mood to arrest an innocent St. Bernard, who's crime wasn't yet determined, and bring him in, ferociously locked in heated passion, for sure, with a female perp whose crime was quite in evidence.

So, they waited. And watched . . .

> > > > > >

SOMEWHERE, way, way high above us all . . . God winked at Vaginus, then turned to Altitudinus and said, matter-of-factly:

"Make a note, Altitudinus, to the effect that Melinda Puff's bargain with me is paid in full." He winked at Altitudinus, who was now licking his lips and eyeing a nicely fermented cirrus grouping.

"You hearing me, Altitudinus, or must I . . . "

Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, flap . . .

The End.
"From my mind, to your mind!"