Jason leaned forward in his seat, mouth open, his eyes dilated with the excitement of this woman's impending punishment. His hands hung slack from the arm rests of his seat. His excitement so intense that he had even forgotten to stroke his slow-stirring organ. It lay quietly limp between his thighs.
Across the arena, Mario too leaned forward in his chair. He ran his wet pointed tongue over his dry lips, poked it in and out of his pursed mouth like a tiny penis, waiting, waiting… waiting for the dogs to suddenly go wild with the scent of her parted crotch and all try to screw her at once. He watched the huge fawn lick experimentally at the furry lips of the girl's V, then lick at his own vitals. Mario could see the pink mottled head peeking from its low hanging sheath, the hard point breaking through its T-cut slit in the hairy pouch. Diablo licked a white drop from its tip and then returned his massive head to the girl's open thighs. There wasn't the usual welcoming pat of her hand against the hairy lips of her woman bitch's body but the familiar scent was there. He licked at the scented flesh experimentally. And again. He waited for the pat-pat of her hand between her legs to signal him that he should lick the delicious dampness. His natural instincts told him to mate but his long months of training had been too well learned. He whined and pawed at the carpet, ran his long hot tongue up the open crease of flesh and looked at the girl. He whirled again. She didn't move.
Mario wanted to encourage the big dog to lick her, to hump her silly, but Jason had warned him to remain absolutely silent. He looked across at Jason.
It was interesting, very interesting, Jason thought as he watched the intriguing scene unfold before his eager eyes. The dogs all sensed the bitch's readiness but their training held them back. Even Diablo who had the place of honor momentarily with his huge black muzzle almost buried in her open crotch. He could see the animal's fleshy pink and black organ jutting from the hanging sheath. He was excited, no doubt about that, only the long months of training were holding him back. One word from him and they would fall upon her like a fresh bitch in heat. Jason chewed on his lower lip. Should he shout out the key word? Should he set them loose upon her…? Or let time take its toll? Perhaps that would be better. He watched a second animal discover the source of the woman scent and try to push Diablo's great muzzle aside. There was an answering growl. The second dog pulled his head back a few inches, looked longingly at the pink hole with its tempting odors of bitchy heat, then begin to lick at the flat flesh of Carolyn's stomach.
Perhaps he shouldn't allow them to take their head, Jason thought. If they were allowed to work without cue, they might become unruly. Yes, they might. And that would never do. He had better do something before instinct became too strong.
"Mario," Jason called across the room. "Walk up slowly on the platform between the dogs and pat the bitch's cunt. They've all been trained to the same signal and won't act without it."
Mario got up and slowly walked up on the stage. He wasn't afraid of the dogs, even in uncontrolled groups like this, but any animal, including man, became hostile in time of heat. He watched the dogs milling around the platform, stepping over her still body, sniffing the woman scent of her flesh, her arms, her legs, lapping experimentally at her high pointed breasts.
"Easy. Easy, boy," he walked slowly among them, trying to angle his way to a position amidst their crowded area where he could safely kneel down and start the action. "Move over, Brutus. Move, I said. Easy, fella. No, Bravo, not me, ya damn fool. Easy, boy."
Jason watched uneasily. He hadn't thought about this when he planned this little experiment. He didn't want the boy to set them off. His big dong swinging around like that, specially if it still had the smell of cunt on it from yesterday, might just set them off.
"Slowly, Mario," Jason said curtly. "Move among them very slowly. Don't try to kneel down, just bend over and pat it a few times. That should be enough. Once Diablo starts, the others will follow his lead."
Mario didn't look up. He was doing the best he could. Several of the dogs sniffed at his cock and licked at it. He pushed them away gently. Not now, ya cocksuckin' bastards, he muttered softly under his breath. There, now, he should he able to reach her fuzzy little pussy. He stretched from the waist.
"Here, Diablo, here boy." He patted the hairy mound invitingly. "Get it, boy lick it.Lick it."
He continued to pat and the dog sniffed his hand and began to make long slow swipes with his tongue right on cue.
"Good boy, good boy." Mario started to rise up, then, "Ooohh! Stop that, ya queer mutt."
He was tempted to stay in the bent over position for a moment longer. Bravo's rough tongue had snaked into his buttocks crack and he felt the answering thrill of his flesh. But this was not the time… not yet… he didn't want to miss a minute of the show that was about to take place. And take place right over him if he didn't get the hell out of there. The dogs had seen the signal, seen Diablo licking at the girl, and smelled the scent of her tongue-pressured loins. They were clustering around the licking dog, pushing their muzzles in, sticking their long eager tongues into the slit if the opportunity presented itself.
Mario eased his way through the crowded maze of huge dogs and breathed an audible sigh of relief when he was safely back in his seat. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dogs – they wouldn't hurt him, or anyone else, deliberately – it was just that Great Danes weigh from 150 to 180 pounds each and when nine sex-hungry animals of that size get crowding around a fella, well somebody could bloody well get squashed. He leaned back in his seat, wriggled himself comfortable and fastened his hungry eyes on the scene before him. Jesus H. Jehosaphat, it was gonna be a real gasser.
Diablo had begun the long steady rhythm with his tongue that meant business. His dogpecker hung at parade rest and in mid-air beneath his sleek stomach. Diablo had been sheath-cut as a young pup and the normal weight of penis was enough to pull it down. Now, with the growing weight of his blood-gorging cock, it was a truly sensual sight to behold. The hairy outer sheath hung down about four inches, and from its T-slit opening hung another four inches of thick dogpecker. Its pointed tip held tenaciously to a white drop of liquid which rocked and jiggled as he licked at the girl. And the whole thing was rigid to the point of holding itself straight and firm.
Jason's eyes slid over Diablo's enviable equipment. Even the dogs were better hung than he was, Jason thought with resentment. Perhaps when he was as youthful as the dog… but that had been too many rich widows and too many hard years ago, he could not remember. Nor did he want to remember. Anything! That Jason Benson was dead and buried beneath a thousand awful memories. A new Jason Benson had grown from the ashes – with the help of a sizable inheritance from his late wife who, he was certain, died of old age though she insisted to the bitter end that she was forty-four, may the devil fuck her! – a new Jason Benson who needed no one and took his pleasures where he found them. Or arranged them, he chuckled lewdly to himself, watching the undulating mass of animal flesh beyond.
Diablo had settled himself firmly between Carolyn's open thighs, his wide heavy muzzle pressing the furry pink lips apart so his thick tongue could make long slow passes the width and length of the pink blossom between her legs. A huge black Dane with thick heavy legs and an enormous sheath half squatted over the girl's left side, alternately licking at the pink-titted mound of her breast and spreading his haunches to lick at the dark head of his wet penis as it slid in and out of its fat sheath. Sometimes he would halt the licking to make a few quick humping slams into her side, then lick the tender hard point of his organ again.