Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 21:44:53 -0400
From: Jaybob 23 <jaybob23@hotmail.com>
Subject: lucky-bitch 6

There's nothing like a hot load of cockjuice in my hole to get me ripe and
randy. And thanks to the Chief's hard fuckstick and that big shot of
ballsnot he blasted in me, I was horned up right good. With my ass high and
shining in the spotlight and my pussy winking and belching out copcum, I was
ready to take on every mongrel in the room. The two dozen or more dogs out
in the darkness didn't know it, but they were about to tear into the
sweetest most eager boytwat they'd ever plowed.

I knew if I made the Chief happy tonight, my master had agreed to take me
back home to the kennels in the morning. But it was more than the promise of
deliverance that had me wagging my tail and stiffening every cock--human and
canine--in the room. Fuck, I needed it bad. What was taking so long? Where
was all the dogdick I'd been promised? I should have been tied by now with
some humping mutt squirting and shooting inside.

"Gentlemen," the Chief announces as he steps into the spotlight with a
microphone in hand. "Gentlemen, welcome to the First Annual Macomb County
Dog Show."

The crowd starts hooting, joined by a chorus of barking and yelping. I look
up and am startled to see a man with a video camera just a few feet away. He
scans from the Chief down to me. I avert my face, only to spy a projection
screen to my right, displaying in huge scale my small white body. I can see
the red flush of desire spreading across my pale neck and shoulders.

"As promised, tonight you will watch this lowly bitch perform feats of
depravity so vulgar, so lewd and obscene, that it's sure to give you a
permanent 12-inch hard on. To put a fine point on it, my friends, this boy's
gonna get breed, hard. And you fine gentlemen are gonna watch every furious,
frantic, furry fuckthrust up close--closer than a flea on a dog's nutsack."

The crowd cheers again, but I can hear some deeper, distrustful voices of
dissent.

"Gentleman," the Chief continues like a huckster at a county fair. "Let me
assure you, this is the horniest, nastiest dogwhore you've ever been
privileged to witness.You can travel from Tijuanna to Timbuktu, and you'll
never see a dog-and-boy show like this. Why there's nothing you can't throw
at this pussy that it won't swallow up and suck dry. Just look at how hot
the little faggot is, wagging his tail and fingering his sloppy twat."

The projection screen shows a close up of my fingers slipping and sliding
through my well-creamed cunt. The sight of my own puckered pussylips just
makes me hotter. Knowing I'm finally going to have something meaty up inside
there makes me shiver in anticipation. The camera magnifies every goosebump
and the few downy boyhairs on my bare ass.

"And now, without further ado, let's introduce our first competitor."

On cue, a man in jeans and a baseball cap steps forward with a full-grown
rottweiler healing obediently at his side. It's a beautiful beast, and I
can't wait to take his fuck.

"What's your name, buddy, and who do you have here?"

"Name's Jim. This here's Giant."

The Chief chuckles. "Well, that's just fine, Jim. But I don't know if I'd
call that dog a giant. I've seen plenty of bigger rotties in my time."

"That may be true, Chief, but I've bet you've never seen anything like this
before."

Jim reaches down and picks up Giant by his forepaws. Between Giant's legs
hangs the biggest set of nuts I've ever laid my eyes on. They are truly
obscene: plump and swollen. Each one must weigh three pounds. They look like
two softballs in a sack. The dog is downright hung. The camera zooms in for
a close up, and Giant's balls are projected as big as basketballs on the
screen.

Now, if you know anything about me, you know I'm crazy for a big set of
nuts. Watching a hefty pair swinging and swaying between a dog's hindlegs
gets me hard every time. And Giant's enormous nads are enough to make a
hungry dogslut like me start salivating on the spot.

"Fuck Jim. What the hell has that mutt got down there. That just ain't
right."

"Giant's got a gift. That's for sure. And when he starts popping off, stand
back. Those bad boys pump and shoot like a power washer. He can scour the
paint off an old chevy when he starts a' cummin'."

"Like what you see, faggot?" the Chief asks me. "Wanna give `em a kiss,
son?"

Jim walks Giant over to me and lifts his front legs. I'm now face to face
with that beefy set.  The crowd has grown silent and, as my tongue slips out
between my lips and tickles the underside of the fat sack, I can hear a
communal gasp out in the darkness. A few distinct voices can be heard.

"Fuck, that's disgusting."

"That's one sick pup."

"Man, that's so fucked up."

I don't pay them any mind, as I'm consumed with the pleasure of lapping at
Giant's nuts. My tongue sweeps and sways underneath and around each one. The
soft skin gives warmly to the pressure, and I can feel Giant's dick poking
upwards, hotly against my face.

"Gentlemen," the Chief announces. "What did I tell you? This boy needs it so
bad he's licking the sweat off a dog's balls. Any man here who ain't getting
hard must be blind or dead."

A hot drip of Giant's precum dribbles from the tip of his dick, running
slickly down my cheek.

"OK boy," the Chief says as Jim pulls Giant away. "Time to meet the next
competitor."

Into the spotlight struts a tall black man in an orange silk shirt and tight
jeans--a long bulge snaking halfway to his knee. He's wearing a brown fedora
with a matching orange feather and rings on every finger. When he smiles,
the light catches the glint of a diamond in his tooth. He's a caricature of
a pimp, and he seems to revel in the role. He gives a whistle and out from
the crowd steps a Great Dane. It's sleek and muscled and mean.

"Name's Jiz. This here's P-Dub," he says with a tilt of his head toward the
Dane.

"P-Dub?" the chief asks.

"Pussy Wrecker. Bitch hold'n out, P-Dub take her down, hit that shit, raw."

I can't see what P-Dub has between his legs, but if it's anything like the
meat his master is packing, he's gonna turn my hole inside out. Fuck, that's
gonna feel good.

I let out a little whimper of disappointment as Jiz and Jim disappear with
their animals into the darkness. In the crowd there's money changing hands.
Bets are being placed, but for what?

"Word of advice, boy," the Chief says as he backs away. "Whatever happens,
don't move. Keep that sweet ass up high and that head low. But don't fucking
move."

A bell rings out like the start of a prize fight and all hell breaks loose
around me. P-Dub and Giant race in from either side growling and snarling. I
can see only bared teeth and eight legs flying and twisting in a violent
blur as they spin and roll inches from my crouching body. First Giant is on
top, pinning P-Dub down, then the Dane breaks free and leaps toward my ass.
Giant is on him in a flash, knocking him back.

Giant bounds forward, rushing toward my backend and griping my sides hard.
P-Dub recovers and throws him off. They're now rolling on the concrete, and
I'm frozen with fear. Suddenly Giant is on his back. His head is thrown to
the side and his legs are spread so wide those big balls hang down to touch
the floor. It's a sign of surrender.

That's all P-Dub needs.

He's on me, buried to the root and already fucking. It's a ramming,
slamming, dick jamming dogfuck. He's throwing it so hard and so long that
he's pushing me across the floor with the point of his dick. Just what I
like. Just what I fucking need.

There's whistling and stomping and all out hollering as P-Dub wrecks my
cunt. Shit that feels fine. This big stud has no idea what a real bitch can
take--what a horny dogwhore like me really needs. I brace myself against the
concrete and push back. The men don't know what I'm up to, but the Chief
sure as shit does.

"Here it comes, men. Just like I told you. Little faggot's sucking up that
dogknot."

Fuck yeah. I push back hard and it pops in like a fist full of hot lead. My
pussy closes down and grips it tight. P-Dub ain't gonna get away, that's for
damn sure.

Money is changing hands and I know the Chief is pulling in the cash. By my
count its under three minutes and I'm tied. No one else would have fucking
bet that.

P-Dub's rubbing and bumping up against my sweet spot making me hornier and
hungrier. Giant is still cowering on his back off to the side, and those
bullballs look too good to pass up. I grab him by the leg and slide him
towards me, burying my face in his furry sack.

Soon Giant is up on his hind legs pushing a fat red-tipped dick towards my
lips. It slides in like a warm knife through butter. More money is changing
hands as I take a dog at each end.

I know what a stud likes, so I grab hold of those nuts and give `em a
squeeze while he humps my mouth. He's hot for that. Giant pushes in further.
It jams past my palette and down into my throat. His dick is getting greasy
with jiz and his jumping and hunching is working up a froth around my
stretched lips.

At the other end, that huge Dane is giving me a thorough assthrashing. Hot
cum pours up through my bowels in rhythmic pumps, slicking my insides and
giving P-Dub a smooth ride.

Soon Giant's knot is swelling and ramming against my teeth. He's whining and
crying for it, but I can't let him in. I wrap my fingers around the knot,
holding on for dear life, but they're all slimy and slick. He breaks
through.

My jaw opens in a jerk and I'm stuffed, gagged with hard dogmeat.
Frantically I try to dislodge the big bulb with my hands, but he's hung up
tight. And now he's spewing. Shit, Jim was right. I can feel each massive
shot blasting against the back of my throat. It's like swallowing a garden
hose on full force. I'm gasping and flailing like a drowning man, but my
mouth keeps filling as the dogjiz runs in rivers from the edges of my lips.
My fear makes me tighten up, squeezing down on the Dane's dick. Fuck, that
makes him happy.

Every man and beast in the room--and probably every one in a ten mile
radius--is hard as steel. The catcalls and whistles subside and a chant
starts in the crowd. It grows louder, filling my ears the way Giant is
filling my belly and P-Dub is flooding my guts.

"Breed the bitch. Breed the bitch. Breed the bitch."

P-Dub and Giant are rutting like maniacs, jackhammering my hole--bearing
down hard and bouncing my body back and forth between their dicks. Damn
that's good. I feel my boyballs tighten and pulse, and great shots of cum
start spewing from my dick. A roar goes up from the crowd. The Chief is
taking in huge wads of cash.

Giant and P-Dub aren't done yet. They keep fucking and spewing until I
almost black out. Giant is the first to pull out, and the Chief is right
there. He grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back so the camera can zoom
in on my swollen jaw and puffy distended lips. My face is coated in canine
cum and my eyes are streaked with tears, but still I'm smiling. A pool of
dog jiz has puddled up on the concrete and I dip my head and start lapping
it up.

"Who's a horny dog whore, boy?"

"I am sir. I'm a horny dogwhore."

"Tell me what you want baby."

"More cum, sir. Please. More fucking cum."

P-Dub pulls out, not even waiting until his knot is soft. He jumps
back--taking half my ass with him--and  pops free. The Chief grabs my
asscheeks and spreads them wide as the cameraman zooms in. Cum gurgles and
drains out of my aching hole in torrents.

"Think you're ready for round two, boy?"

"Yes, sir. Please. I'm ready. I ready."

"Poor stupid bitch. You don't know what's in store for you."