Chapter 4

After about fifteen minutes of rest, Bruiser began rocking his butt once more. But with Bo passed out under him, there was not much interaction at this time. But being a dog, he didn't really mind her non- participation. He kept on humping his ass against her upraised butt.

His balls were refilling rapidly with fresh sperm and his energy was increasing accordingly. Bo's slumbering body also was now beginning to have some reaction to the steady stroking of the huge beast above her. Slowly, but steadily, she began to regain consciousness. Even before she was totally awake, her body had started humping back at the dog's assault.

Bo's eyes fluttered open slowly as she awoke from her sleep. She could feel the cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but she was confused about why she was on the floor next to the bed. And when she looked up she could see John still sleeping soundly in bed.

'Then who's fucking me?' She tried to remember.

When she looked back and saw Bruiser on top of her, her memories of the last few hours flooded back at her and she just smiled.

"My! What a good lover you are," she told the dog.

She couldn't believe that she was about to get yet another round from this dog. The first one had totally exhausted her. How was she ever going to be able to go through another of the same.

Then the most unusual thing happened. Bruiser, still tied to her, was turning himself around to her. She felt his forelegs unclench her waist and land on one side. This was soon followed by a furry hindleg sliding across her back. The inter-species lovers were now butt-to-butt, but remained locked together by the dog's thick knot.

Bo was more confused then ever now. She never imagined that any cock could do something so weird. But despite this, she loved the sensations it generated and it twisted around inside her pussy.

She soon discovered though, that in this position, Bruiser was no longer thrusting into her pussy. For a horny star like Bo Derek this was not an acceptable situation. She came to the realization that if she wanted to get fucked again, then she would have to do the maneuvering.

She began to move her body to and fro, jabbing her butt against Bruiser's. It wasn't as satisfying as the animalistic fervor of the beast, but the huge cock in her compensated for that. She rapidly discovered the difficulty that Bruiser must have had fucking deeply in her because of the restrictions imposed by the huge knot tied in her.

She found that she couldn't enjoy the splendor of feeling all ten inches stroking past her pussy lips because of that darn knot. But she tried to fill that loss with the feeling of the huge invading member. Also, now that Bruiser was no longer on her back, and weighing her down, she could now make use of her hands at her clit and tits.

She closed her eyes as she continued to fuck herself back against Bruiser's butt. She reached beneath her and began playing with her clit. Because of all the excitement of the night, she reached orgasm very rapidly.

Her eyes popped open as she was startled from the alarm clock going off. Bruiser had been at her for the whole night. She looked over to where her husband was sleeping to see him looking back down at her smiling, and stroking a beautiful hard-on.

She returned his smile and invited him down on the floor to join them. He hopped out of bed fully rejuvenated from the previous night. He positioned himself at Bo's head and proceeded to fuck her mouth as he would have her pussy. But since that position was already filled...

Bo loved this whole situation. She had the best of both worlds. Her pussy was filled with the thickest cock that any woman would want, and she was sucking her loving husband. And the best thing of all, was that her husband didn't seem to mind her deviant behavior in the least. If anything, it got him more aroused than anything she had done in the past.

It took a few tries, but eventually John found the proper pace that would best serve his young wife. He would fuck into her so as to drive her butt onto Bruiser's cock as he drove his own deep down her throat. He already knew how good she was at deepthroating.

The addition of her husband brought on yet another climax out of her sexually exhausted body. She had long since lost count of how many orgasms she had had since last night.

By some miracle, her husband managed to hold off for much longer than he ever had before. This pleased her immensely. She loved it when a lover manages to hold off as long as possible. Then her mind wandered back to the dogs she had fucked in the past twenty- four hours. All of them had tremendous staying power.

Her best estimate was that none shot a load in less than twenty minutes, if not longer.

This simple statistic convinced her that this wasn't going to be the last time between the dogs and herself.

She returned her attention to fucking and sucking the two cocks impaling her. On the out-stroke, she would swirl her tongue around her husbands cockhead, then swallow it back down her throat.

John could feel his jism building in his balls. He knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He grabbed is wife's head and buried his cock to the hilt and blew his load.

Bo had to fight her way to his cock head. She wanted to taste that succulent juice before swallowing. John relented and allowed his wife to grasp his cockhead by her lips so that his cum would fill her mouth, before she proceeded to swallowing it.

Almost at that same moment, Bruiser began shooting his second load in his mistress' womb. With her pussy still filled from his first ejaculation, this added fluid immediately began squirting past her plugged cuntlips and flowing in a steady stream down her inner thighs.

Bo gasped as she continued to suck on John's cock. She was hit by another orgasm and almost collapsed from exhaustion. John had to grasp her shoulders to keep her steady.

When he and Bo felt that he was done, he pulled out his cock from her still sucking mouth. It slurped out loudly as Bo reluctantly allowed it to escape her lips.

John fell on his ass in complete satisfaction. He looked over at Bo and Bruiser and smiled as he saw how ridiculous they looked, butt-to-butt.

When the huge St-Bernard finally finished cumming, Bo tried to pull away only to discover that they were still tied together. She looked over at her husband pleadingly.

"John, you've got to help me here," she begged. "We've been tied for over an hour. And as good as the sex was, I don't think that I can take much more of this."

"Aw c'mon babe," John teased her. "You've never turned down a cock in your life. Now you're telling me that you've met your match with a dog."

"You shithead," she played along. "Haven't you ever heard that too much of a good thing isn't necessarily good."

"Are you sure you don't want me to get you another one of the dogs?" He asked playfully.

"God, no," she stared at him. "At least not for today." She smiled coyly at him.

Deciding that the fun had lasted long enough, John crawled over to the stuck couple and examined the problem more closely. He could see the problem. The dog's unusual knot was almost the size of a softball and showed no sign of reducing its size.

Tentatively, he tried pulling them apart. This brought painful objections from both his wife and the dog, who snapped at him. He pulled away and tried to think of a solution.

He recalled seeing dogs tied together when he was a young boy. His father would throw a bucket of cold water on them to break them apart.

'I guess if cold water can work on a guy, ' he thought to himself. 'It should work on any cock.'

Bo watched frustratingly as John disappeared out of the room towards the bathroom. He returned soon after with a bucket. Before she could shout out any objection he poured the content of cold water over the two locked lovers.

"John! You shit!" Bo yelled out. "Wha... what do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to pry you two apart," he answered back. "What do you think."

"By drowning me," she sputtered back at him.

"What else do you want me to do?" John yelled at her. "Call the paramedics so that it'll hit the papers in time for your morning coffee."

She was about to yell back at him when she felt a change. She could feel Bruiser's knot shrinking a bit. Still not enough to pull away, but definitely shrinking.

"I... I'm sorry john," she settled down. "You just caught me by surprise. But I think you might be on the right track though."

"What do you mean, hon?" He asked her.

"I... I think that his cock is finally shrinking a bit," she explained. "But I think that he might need another dunking."

John went back to the bathroom and returned with another bucket full of cold water.

"Dunk the dog this time, will you?" Bo instructed him.

John did as she asked and emptied the second bucket on Bruiser. John observed the knot had definitely shrunk somewhat. Its edges were now beginning to pull out of his wife's cunt. He reached down and pulled on Bruiser's cock stem.

This time it wasn't as painful to the inter-specie couple. As soon as the knot popped out of her a flood of dog semen poured out of her overflowing pussy. He couldn't believe the amount of cum was stuck in his wife.

Bo could actually hear the cum pouring out of her. She was orgasming at the release of pressure from her bloated womb. It felt like a cleansing enema, but an enema of her vagina, rather than her rectum.

After cleaning herself up in the shower, Bo joined John on the patio for a big breakfast. She needed to rebuild her strength after the wild fucking she had endured through the night.

"I told the staff about the water mess in our room," he was telling her. "Told them that we got silly and had a water fight with buckets. I think they'll buy that."

Bo only smiled back at his resourcefulness in the circumstances and took another bite from her plate.

"If you want to keep doing things like that," he went on. "We'll have to be more careful, hon."

"Uh-uh," Bo mumbled.

John reached under the table and squeezed her thigh. Bo reciprocated by trapping his hand between her warm legs, while he slid it closer to her cunt. After all that she had gone through in the last 24 hours she wasn't in the mood for more sexplay so soon. Which must be a first for her.

"Oh, by the way," he broke the talk. "I've finished the first draft for your next project."

He slid the screenplay of 'Bolero' across the table to her. Bo picked it up and flipped through the pages. What little she saw, she liked. She could see John's handiwork about her sexual pleasures written into the storyline.

By the end of the day she had read through the whole draft.

"So," John asked. "What do you think?"

"I like it baby," she said. "But I have a few suggestions."

"Like what?" He asked.

She hesitated before saying what she was fantasizing about. But her recent discovery of doggy sex opened her eyes to new possibilities.

"Well," she flipped the script to a particular page. "Like here. You have me riding bareback on this black stallion. I think it would be much more erotic if I did that in the buff."

"I don't know babe," he paused. "That might be pushing it with the censors."

"Why?" She quizzed. "It's not like I'll be fucking the stud."

John smiled at the image that was brought to his mind.

"I know that," he explained. "But it might be too suggestive."

Bo gave that famous innocently naÔve smile of hers and convinced him too make it happen.

They filmed the movie with all the erotic suggestions that she had made to him. Though the movie wasn't a great box office success, they were nonetheless pleased that they had done it as it was.

Bo hadn't counted on getting so aroused by that nude bareback scene though. The memory of it just wouldn't leave her waking thoughts. She wouldn't be satisfied until she tried it again, here on the ranch, in the privacy of their home.

For the first few weeks she began taking out her steeds bareback until she was confident enough to take the next step. She knew that she still had to maintain a certain level of propriety. What with all the staff that the ranch had.

The day finally came when most of the staff had the day off. There wouldn't be a better time to try this than today. She headed for the stables, wearing her regular riding clothes, and placed the bridle on Geronimo. He was a beautiful white palomino stallion that John had given her as a wedding present.

Leading him out of the stables she jumped on his bareback and headed for the woods nearby.

As soon as she entered the confines of the forest she halted her horse and looked around. Seeing that they could no longer be seen from the ranch, she dismounted and began removing all of her clothing.

The shirt came off first. And since she never bothered wearing a bra, her breast didn't need one. Next came her riding boots and socks. And finally she peeled off her tight fitting riding pants under which she was pantiless. There she stood, in her full splendor. The body that have caused many a hard-on to make appearances in men's crotches and wet pussies in women's.