Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 15:36:14 -0600
From: tom jacobson <rowdster2006@hotmail.com>
Subject: Happy Reunion - Chap. 2 (beastiality)

The phone call had made my day.  It had been over a month since I had
Jackson (in every sense of the word).  The look he had in his eyes for me
when he drove off with his owners the last time told it all.  Now he was on
lead and we were walking to the middle of my acreage to a very favorite
spot.  I couldn't even wait to get home with him, I was so horny for him.
But he was in my care now and still had to be on leash.

As we walked, you could tell it was liberating for him as well, just being
outside and in the country, rather than cooped up in the house at home.
This was a happy reunion for both of us.  I knew his owners had a beautiful
home and spoiled him rotten, but there is something about being outside in
the country, with all the sights and smells, but most importantly to me,
the solitude.

He was happy, and excited, bouncing all about and sniffing up rabbits and
squirrels.  My cock was already tenting my jeans from what I knew would
happen within moments.  When we got to the creek, we essentially had a
platform to preform on - a new bridge I had built over the water that was
big enough and strong enough for horseback riders to ride over, at 8 feet
wide and close to 35 feet long.  As I sat down on the edge of the structure
to kick off my boots and strip out of my pants, he was right there between
my legs, almost begging to get in my trunks.

Oh, the feeling of someone licking on my sweating balls is electrifying,
and he dove in with gusto.  My cock was already rockhard, and I just sat
back on my hands as he started on my shaft, and then down and around my
balls, almost digging for my asscrack.  I couldn't wait.  I couldn't.
After only a minute I could have been shooting already.  I hopped up all
the way on the bridge and started crawling away from him on all fours.

He didn't wait long.  Hell, he didn't wait at all.  It was as hot as I was
feeling.  He ran around and hopped up on the bridge and ran after my ass.
And he caught it too.  Getting pounced upon by a dog that wanted to fuck me
as much as wanted him too is indescribable.  Sometimes just getting a dog
to mount you is as frustrating as can be, if they're inexperienced.  But
Jackson wasn't.  He almost leapt on my back like he was jumping in the
pool.

It was like "STOP!  I want you here!  NOW!"  Like you're grabbing a small
dog who's excitedly running away from you into the yard and the legs keep
on running as you pick him up off the ground.  The speed that jumped on me
and grappled my legs to stop moving away from him as he was firmly planting
his hind feet on the ground was DOMINANT beyond description.  As he pulled
me in tight to him to keep me from moving, those hips were already bucking
as he drove in closer, that slick red cock slicing away at my asscrack and
stabbing around my balls, as he sought to drive it home in me.

My head was down as he was huffing and puffing in my right ear, and my
hands were firmly planted (thankfully) as he made hard entry in me.  This
was not a gentle lovemaking session.  This was "I want to fuck you HARD",
and did he ever.  Man, I'm sure he hadn't had it in a month since he had
banged me last.  Most of the time I can keep a dog from tying with me as
they pound you deep, but this was one time I couldn't, and I didn't care.
He can have my ass today.  Hell, he HAD my ass, and here he was, thrusting
and spearing me as deep as he could cram it in me.

THIS is what is so indescribable to people if you have never been there.
Unbridled sexual energy, UNLEASHED.  His hips were mashed against me, our
balls slapping together, as his rapid fire thrusting drove even deeper and
deeper in me.  There was no stopping this knot, as his pistoning cock never
came out after the second or third drive into me.  It wasn't the long,
purposefull thrusts of the first time he jumped me.  That incredible cock
grew to immense proportions inside of me, and I swear it had to have been
bigger than the last time he nailed me.

I'm gritting my teeth and slamming my eyes shut.  Getting tied is not for
the faint of heart.  Its immense, and like pounding a couple of golf balls
on either side of your cock, just to make sure its stuck in there tight,
and won't come out.  I'm in his grip, as his rapid fire pistoning finally
slows down as the tie is established.  TAKING a dog cock is a breeze
compared to taking the knot.  His cock only grows after he's sexually
stimulated, which means after he's hit his mark and is driving relentlessly
up your ass.  And I love that.  Getting mounted repeatedly, a dozen or so
fast and hard thrusts, then hopping off to catch his breathe, and then
doing it again.

But Jackson came to BREED today, almost as if he were reminding me how much
he missed me, and making sure I knew it too.  His paws were wrapped tight
around my slender waist, almost gripping me on the inside of each of my
thighs next to my ballsack like he was giving me a reacharound.  He was
panting hard in my ear as his engorged cock reached his peak, and he began
to unload his cum into my deepest reaches.

I finally opened my eyes and looked down under my belly, with my own cock
pointing straight at me and begging for release, while the two hind legs
belonging to my retriever were almost straining as if standing on their
toes as he struggled to stay pushed in me to the hilt, as his cock pulsed
and pumped, over and over again.  Its steady now, and this is the part I
like best, just the feeling of all that fur and weight, wrapped tightly
around me and on my back, gripping me still as tight as when he first
mounted me.

I looked up and took in the setting I was in.  This was spectacular.  Alone
in the woods.  On a broad sturdy bridge with with nothing but the sounds of
the stream running beneath us.  The animals all about watching ME for a
change having sex and taking it all.  Underneath a canopy of huge trees, to
say nothing of being UNDERNEATH a strong and big dog, as his chest heaved
in and out as he caught his breath, huge cock now pumping regularly into
me.  As I looked about I stroked him on his side telling him what a good
dog he was, holding him in place to keep him from hopping off, and he
licked me affectionately on the side of my head in approval.

After about 10 minutes he can't stay on me much longer, and slipped off to
one side, his bulbous cock knot straining on my hole, making me wince, as
it slowly pulled loose.  There's no telling how much he came in me, but it
came out like a flood.  I was almost woozy, with a few stars in my eyes, as
this can be the most painful part sometimes.  But as I steadied myself I
reached under and felt all that cum running down my ass crack and over the
back of my balls, and I took some of the slick slime and used it to finally
jack myself off so I could get my happy ending.

I looked over and saw Jackson licking on his still-enormous cock, as he was
still pulsing cum out the pointy end.  As I started jacking myself, he came
back and started licking and cleaning up my ass and crack, giving me an
incredible rim job as I quickly shot long thick ropes of my own cum
generously all over the wooden slats of the new bridge.  I was exhausted,
and finally just had to lay down and roll over on my back, while 'ole Jack
kept on licking all around my balls and cock, making sure I was good and
clean.

Woof.

That was one incredible banging session.  Jackson was still panting
happily.  Smiling.  It was good to be together again.  And we hadn't even
gotten home yet.

As always, if you liked this story, write and tell me.  We all dig the
feedback.

Tom
rowdster2006@hotmail.com