Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2010 09:52:15 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Dude, Your Dog is Gay, Part Two" by Jay Ro berts    Bestiality

When I came back to the digs I found a note from Neal.  Fuck, he writes
sloppy too:

     Gary:

            I have to meet with a prof, something about missing
            my term paper.  I bluff it out and make him
            apologize to me.

            Neal

That was his way.  He's in the wrong and he'll make you think you did
something wrong.  I bet he ends up with an "A", especially if he adds a
juicy blow job.

I was really tired.  I stripped and lay down on my bed and in a few
minutes, I didn't exactly fall asleep, but I was caught between sleep and
wakefulness.  It's really a cheap drugless trip.  I began to find that I
was having really hot sexy thoughts playing around my flat screen brain TV.
A couple of remembered experiences came back in living color with super
sharpness.  My ass lifted to give room to me expanding cock and at that
moment a felt a wet tongue pass over my ass hole.  Wow, what a dream,
almost like real.  Wait, that was a real tongue.  I never believed that my
sexual nature was so hardwired with my ass, but there was no denying it, I
was swinging off to the land of total sexual bliss.  Mentally I said,
"Thank you Neal."  He didn't answer, but one thing I know, he has always
hinted that he wanted to fuck me and I usually got pretty annoyed with him
when he said that.  I had at least, but then I heard Bette Davis barking
softly in my ear.  I immediately recognized that the hold on my sides were
hairy paws.  I should have shook him off and give him a wack on his gay
fuzzy rump, but shit, it did feel good.

Suddenly something happened to BD, he yelped in annoyance and quit his
exquisite licking.  In a minute, he was replaced by a blunt flesh awl,
rubbing my pucker.

I heard his voice in my ear.  "You're a fucking bottom boy.  Who knew?"

Not wasting a second, he pushed his big cock head past my sphincter.  His
big hands were gripping my shoulders hard, almost painfully, but it felt
right.  Technically, I guess, I was being raped.  I could have fought him
off, but I guess I'm a bitch whore at heart and ass.

He was breathing, almost moaning into my ear.  That lent an unreal effect
to the whole experience.  I think I moaned along in close harmony with him
and I heard him give a little giggle.  "Oh how you love this.  I'm goin'
breed you good.  No more blow jobs for you.  You're going get smartly
fucked every day."

He was playing me like a violin, making fast short bursts of motion, then
varying it with long thrusts that made my eyes water.  I loved it.  If he
pulled out and quit, I think I'd kill him.  I needed his cock thrusting.
It became my reason for living at this moment.

He pulled me over on my side and continued his fuck motions, but now he had
an accomplice.  Miss Davis got into the act.  She didn't say it, but if she
could, she would have said, "Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a
bumpy night."  She lay on the bit of bed left and began tonguing my stiff
cock.  His barbed tongue made an exquisite tool to drive me nuts and propel
me toward an orgasm.

There we were, two men and one beast.  This could be the start of a new
sitcom, Neal was grunting and growling like a mad bull, I was singing and
crooning like a fool and Miss Davis was rubbing her red dog cock against my
leg as her tongue was bringing me home.

The room was filled with sex sounds, me making high pitched grunts, Neal
warning of his approaching cum and our hairy friend making yipping sounds
as his red canine cock began to spit thin spooge over my leg.  It was hot
and slimy and in a second my own cock began to spurt onto his big red
tongue.  He slurped it all, as if it were the yummiest beef juice.  My ass
hole was spasming as I shot and that hit Neal's cock as an added stimulous.
I could feel him turn rigid as he entered the throes of his ejaculation.
Shit, this boi could could hose a load of sperm.  It filled my passage and
began to leak out.  Ever trust Davis rushed to the rescue and licked my
hole clean.

The dog, realizing that the show was over, yawned mightily and returned to
his fag pillow.  I swear he looked like he was smoking an imaginary
cigarette.

Neal gave my bottom a slap like he owned it.  Well, maybe he did, now.

"Neal, this isn't a one time thing is it?"

"Gary, I know you'll be begging for more, and I'll oblige, if you promise
not to touch or clean my side of the room"

"Sure.  I'll learn to love a sloppy roomie if he gives sloppy kisses.  What
say?"

For the first time Neal put his puffy lips against mine and waited.  He
didn't have to wait long.  I pressed his lips hard and then his cheeky
tongue went into action.  I began to harden up and my ass hole twitched.

When we separated, I said, "Neal, I feel a need for..."

"Sorry boi, you'll have to wait until tonight.  I have computer work to
do."

I went over and sat on the floor near Davis.  He looked up at me as if to
say, "I will, if he won't."

I petted him and picked him up in my arms and hugged the hairy thing.  Neal
looked over at us.

"Don't get too carried away, girls, it's only three hours to fuck time."


End of story