"Then it was gone and he was outside, jabbing away, trying to find the glory hole again. Because Bo knew – he'd had just that little split second taste of me and he wanted more."

"He kept scrabbling and with his paws on my shoulders and back… he kept sliding off one side or the other and having to jump up again."

"And he kept trying to hold on – and he was excited, too, and he dug his claws into my skin. It hurt too much – and I was afraid he'd break the skin and rip me."

"So I turned around and calmed him down and petted him and then went to my closet and put on an old leather jacket I had. It felt cold and clammy on my bare skin – it was unlined – but it would protect my back. I left the front open and got back on the bed where Bo was sitting, panting, grinning, his tongue lolling, waiting."

"I got into position again on hands and knees, my bare ass hanging out, and he right away jumped up on me from behind."

"It worked – the jacket worked fine – he could get a hold in it with his paws and didn't slip off me."

"And he seemed to know I had put on the jacket for his benefit and that I wanted more fucking. He kept on trying to find my hole again."

"And he finally hit gold! He popped into me again, and he gave a little yipping bark of delight. And this time he didn't pull back too far and lose it."

"All I knew was sparkles and stars. He had that hot rod all the way in and was humping like a piston. I was electrified. He was like a spear up in my belly and it was reaching some place very special. The itch spot was getting rubbed and thumped real good."

"I was kneeling there on my bed, my head hanging down, my big breasts hanging down, wobbling with the movement of his fast bumps up against my ass, gasping and panting while wonderful Bo was panting over me, doing his little dance on the bed, and fucking me like mad all the while."