Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2000 22:27:05 GMT
From: Armando Tanzarian <chutneybeaver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bestiality - Drunken Master by Armando Tanzarian

BANG! The door flew open and I stumbled through it. The key which I had
struggled with for so long to open the wretched inlet snapping in the lock
as I tried desperately to hold onto it for support. I collapsed in a messy
heap
  I was drunk again.

  I lay stricken in a sorry jumble of arms and legs, copious drool dripping
from my mouth onto the dirty hardwood floor of my flat.
  My vision swam - the room seemed to expand and contract before my eyes
before dissolving in a swirl of colour and form only to snap into sharp
focus for a few brief tantalising seconds before the whole merry dance
began again. I groaned and whimpered most pathetically.

  My low moaning didn't go unheard, however, as I saw a large dark shape
coming towards me from across the room. A huge black head filled my vision
and for a horrible moment I thought that the ugly face hovering above mine
was my mother, here to gloat over my inebriated state! Then the fog lifted
from over my eyes and I saw that it was only Sandy, my faithful Alsatian.
'Hello, boy,' I managed to slur.
  Sandy looked at me seriously and licked his lips. Maybe it was the
pungent odour of alcohol that attracted him, or maybe Sandy meant to take
advantage of a good looking young man who couldn't fight back in his
drunkenness. Anyway, I suddenly felt a wet slap across my open lips. It was
the dogs tongue!
  'Ugh!' I recoiled in revulsion as the thin yet powerful tongue snaked
passed my lips and brushed against my teeth. I opened my mouth too wide in
an effort to spit the foul thing out (I was far too drunk to co-ordinate my
limbs to brush Sandy away) and Sandy took the opportunity to force his way
totally into my mouth. He began working that strong muscle furiously back
and forth across my tongue, over my teeth and against the roof of my mouth
as if his very life depended on it. I was far too weak to put up any
resistance to this probing so I just lay still for a while coughing and
spluttering.
  Suddenly, I had a bright idea - I would fight tongue with tongue! I
started poking and pushing his tongue with mine. I was trying to push the
long tongue out of my mouth but Sandy was far too nimble for that! All I
succeeded in doing was running my tongue over the slick sides and top of
Sandy's.  Sandy seemed to enjoy this and together we wrestled furiously
with our tongues.
  It was at this point a realised there was a description for what the dog
and I were doing - French Kissing! Good god, how would I explain this if
some insomniac neighbour were to walk past me on the landing outside?
Remember the door was still hanging open!
  Strangely, however, I didn't stop kissing the dog. If anything I
continued with a new ferocity even poking my tongue from my mouth and into
the warm cavern of the dog's mouth to lick his long sharp teeth. God, this
actually felt good!
  I moaned for the first time in pleasure rather than revulsion.
  'Ohhhhhh, Sandy - you sexy fucker!' I thought, as I reached up and ran my
hand up and down the furry, warm, muscular body of my pet. 'Don't stop.'
  Sandy certainly didn't stop and I began to feel my shorts shrinking as
they struggled to contain the raging hard-on that I had quickly
developed. I grabbed a handful of that wonderful doggy fur and pulled Sandy
even closer to my sweating face.

  Suddenly, from somewhere outside my flat I heard a door slam. I stopped
stock still, my breath coming quickly. Sandy didn't stop his frenzied
tonsil assault. I could hear footsteps now - someone was coming down the
corridor towards my flat. Fear surged through my body, sobering me up
alarmingly. With a struggle I pushed the dogs head away from my mouth. I
lurched to my feet and grabbing the door I closed it and then fell back
against it wedging it shut with my body.  I listened as the footsteps got
closer and closer. They were outside my door. The footsteps stooped. I
could sense someone on the other side. Fingers scrambled at my broken lock
and a muffled voice said to itself, 'What the fuck happened here?'
  Minutes passed and then the footsteps walked away back down the corridor.
I could breath again.

  Sandy has just sat there the whole time looking at me reproachfully. Now
when he saw I was looking at him his eyes lit up as if to say, 'Shall we
carry on where we left off?'
  My brain said 'no,' but my libido said 'Yes - please god, yes! Suck on
that amazing tongue again!'
  Amazingly for once my brain won out! I was still rather drunk and the
incident with my neighbour had scared me rotten and at that I point I still
thought that what I had been doing was kinda wrong. So I staggered to my
feet and patting Sandy's head I walked past him, pulled a chair from under
my dining table and wedged it against the broken door to keep it from
swinging open.
  'Goodnight, boy,' I whispered to my pet, stroking his head. Sandy whined
mournfully.
  I turned to my bedroom door and opened it but before I stepped into the
darkness of my room I suddenly felt myself turn, bend down to Sandy's level
and give him one last lingering kiss.
  I entered my dark room and swung the door shut behind me.

  The room was pitch black and I could barely see what was directly in
front of me as I struggled out of my clothes. I pulled my tee shirt over my
head revealing my tight little body glistening in a light coating of sweet
smelling sweat and threw the garment into the corner of my room. Then I
fumbled to take off my belt and let it drop to the floor. I took off my
pants and they joined my tee shirt in a crumpled heap. Then I peeled off my
tiny, white boxer shorts. My hard-on had died down by now but I still had
an impressive meaty cock swinging like a pleasure pendulum between my
legs. I burped happily and threw the shorts into the darkness.

  I stumbled completely naked through the pitch black in the direction of
my bed - god, I was so tired!  My room was a mess and my feet brushed
against various unseen objects on the floor as I made faltering progress
across the room. I could just make out my unmade bed waiting for me when
suddenly a sharp pain stabbed me in the foot. I had trodden on an empty
beer bottle and it had smashed under my feet, cutting me slightly. I
stumbled and losing my footing I fell forwards. I landed painfully on my
knees and my upper body flopped forwards onto the bed, my arms spread out
uselessly on either side of me, my buttocks pointed up into the air and my
navel rested almost exactly against the edge of the mattress. I tried to
push myself up but my arms were too weak and I felt myself slip into
unconsciousness, still in the same comically bent over position. A breeze
blew over my exposed and inviting ass as I fell into a deep sleep.

  I was awaked from a dream where giant carrots were chasing me down the
street by a sharp pain on my back. Something had scratched me!

  Daylight came in through my bedroom window and I could hear the dawn
chorus beginning to start outside. But I had no time to listen to that
because now I could hear another sound coming from above and behind me. A
quick, shallow breathing! I could also feel a heavy weight on my ass and
lower back; something was pining me to the bed!

  I turned my head and was shocked to see Sandy and behind him my open
bedroom door - the clever pooch had found a way to open it!  Sandy had now
mounted me like I was a bitch and the pain I had felt on my back was his
sharp claws as he had climbed aboard and held me fast with his front legs.
  I felt something jab at my hindquarters just below my asshole. Sandy was
trying to push his cock into my ass.
  'Get off!' I shouted in a panic and started to stand up to force the dog
to let go. Sandy replied with a low growl, which was laden with a low
menace, that I had never heard from my loveable pet before. I honestly
believe that if I had continued to try to get away that Sandy would have
attacked and torn me limb from limb.

  Sandy suddenly found his mark and buried his cock in my ass. My loveable
pet began thrusting into me. I shouted in alarm but the dog didn't
stop. Sandy, although not a particularly big dog, was apparently very big
in the cock area. I didn't realise how big he was until I felt a swelling
in my ass and I knew then that he had tied with me, just like I had seen
wolves do in nature documentaries. I knelt there with him deep inside and
thrusting hard, his breath coming quickly and his tongue hanging out. I
cried tears - half of pleasure and half of pain - as his knot swelled,
stretching my asshole wider than it had ever been before.

  He finally stopped pumping and thrusting into me and then he stopped and
surprised me even more by turning around whilst his cock was still stuck up
me, leaving us standing ass to ass.  We must have stayed in that bizarre
position for over 15 minutes. Me lost in bewilderment, pain, pleasure and
contemplation of what had just happened. Sandy lost in a post-coital doggy
world of his own.

  Finally his cock shrank again and he released my ass. He padded over to
the corner and began licking himself. I lay there realising my life could
be very different from now on.  I had two choices before me; I could go
over and beat the dog, to make him pay for turning me into his bitch, or.

  I crawled over to Sandy who had finished licking his cock clean. I looked
deep into the dark mirrors of his eyes and taking him into my arms I gave
him a long, loving, sensuous kiss. I knew then that we would be lovers for
a long, long time.