She gathered me in her arms, crisscrossed like a straitjacket, and buried her face in my hair. I could hear her carefully placed breaths, like somebody measuring something just so. My ass began to burn.

She pushed, she held me so tight I could hardly breathe. Something started to fill up my ass; it felt good, and at the same time I felt I was going to rip. My clit was swollen; my clit wanted to swell up big and long as my tongue. She started a regular pump now, and I think I whined. The burning was a red-hot rod sliding into moist pink flesh. Mixed in with her gasps loud in my ear were groans as if she were in a little bit of agony. She touched my clit and I jumped. She pushed a finger up my vagina. Two fingers. I covered her hand with mine to make her take it out, but she didn’t. My hand lay on hers, softly, as if it were helpless.

The pain was so intense I was almost dizzy; I moaned a little, like I was getting the shit fucked out of me. I’m sure that the dog, psychic as he was, raised his head. With one finger she stroked my bud and the pleasure made me call her name.

I started to squirm, we moved like wrestlers; she was inside me and all over me. I loved it and I couldn’t bear it. She might have had it all the way inside my body. We wrestled and knocked over a stack of movie magazines. We tore and twisted their pages, and they carpeted the hard linoleum beneath us.

I felt saliva covering all of my chin and strings of it wet my nose when I lowered my head. There was something wet and warm moving on the back of my neck. She came.

I felt as if I was going to explode, as if steam was building up in my bowels. She held me tight, still and silent for a minute as we both trembled. We relaxed and she pulled it out through my raw flesh. Right after, a brownish egg-white liquid streamed out of my asshole like the runs, and covered the movie stars’ eyes and mouths. I expected it to smell but it didn’t.

Her face was covered with sweat and around her temple a few curls lay flat and darkened with moisture. My shirt, which I’d left on and open, was wet and my breasts glistened. The playhouse seemed close, steamed. Then sounds came back. A truck passing on the road; from far away, my grandfather’s voice. That was all.

She took me in her arms and kissed me gently on the mouth and face. There was blood on my bottom lip; she licked some off. I held her weakly. I kissed her back softly. We kissed for a long, long while.