Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2011 08:38:10 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Officer, That Dog Raped Me, Chapter One" by Jay Roberts    Bestiality

+++++It's okay to dial 911 if you are in trouble, but you better be careful
that you have a good story.  Incidentally, any lurkers under eighteen will
be pepper sprayed in one minute if you are not gone.  Older individuals and
dog lovers may stay...STAY STAY!!!



Mr. Wallace, my neighbor, owns a good looking taffy colored Labrador.  His
name is Pete, the dog is, not Mr. Wallace.  Wallace always walks him on
leash.  It's a good thing because I think the beast has a thing for me and
eyes me hungrily whenever we meet.  I think he thinks of my left leg as a
good bone to eat and bury.

"Hello Jeff," Mr. Wallace said today.  He also eyes me like he'd like to
gnaw on my "bone".  Wallace is a "Mr. Wallace" but he isn't one of the
fathers of my friends.  He is a youngish guy, maybe thirty and lives alone
on the top floor of a two story house.  I know he works at Grandma's
Attick, an antique store in town.  These factors add up to suggest that he
plays on that other team...maybe Pete too.

Later that afternoon I was home alone after school.  I was taking a nap on
the daybed just inside the hall to the living room.  I was lying on my
back, my hand, almost by itself, strayed under my waistband and was getting
friendly with my warm, stiff friend.  My attentions were just bringing that
delicious pre cum feeling.  I was not actually about to spew but I was hung
in that suspended time between that my hips were getting buzzy and my cock
head was oozing sperm bubbles.

That time is hypnotic and I was zoned out, but my droopy eyes snapped open
as a blur of a butter scotch colored hairy canine burst through the screen
door.  The screen lay on the floor and the dog stopped and his warm brown
eyes regarded be possessively.

"Pete, scram, go home, no, no, no."

Those last words were shouted out as Pete undressed me.  Sounds crazy, huh?
But his big teeth pulled off my tee shirt and he tugged my pants to my
ankles, baring my naked tush.  (No underwear!  What do you expect?  Less
wash to do.)

Pete paused a moment dripping saliva on my butt cheeks, and then went to
work.  His tongue must be as big as a throw rug as it lapped my tender ass
hole.  A dog's tongue can be a wonderful thing when it does that to you.
Its roughness is like a thousand caresses.  It five seconds I was reduced
to a squeaking maiden getting her hymen attacked.

I turned over with difficulty to try to get my anal target into a protected
position but that was a bad idea.  He finished the job of pulling off my
sport pants and leaned his muscular chest against the back of my eighteen
year old heirless thighs and pushed.  My feet were now at my ears and
Pete's now evident prick was hard and red and about to storm my virgin shit
hole.

It was at the hole.  It tickled...at first, but then it entered a bit.  "Oh
shit!" I said to him as if he might understand, but he was too busy
wallowing in his heavy sexual yearnings.  My "Oh shit" was repeated several
times but then morphed into "Oh P-e-e-et," as he sunk deeper into my now
embarrassingly cooperating ass.  I loved this action but wouldn't let
myself admit it.  I fought the, the, the, call a spade a spade...RAPE, but
my fighting only made Pete hang on tighter and got him started into a rapid
fuck motion.

In some state a man may marry a man.  Now I was wondering if I might get a
license to marry Pete.  I was fast falling in love with his prick and the
motion.  My own cock was dripped more than I had ever known before.  I knew
that this dumb dog was bringing me to a heavy cum.  Just as I was falling
into it, I felt hot dog spooge spitting into my hot hole.  Pete hung on
like he was in a Kansas tornado, the two of us, man and beast, sharing a
profoundly intimate moment of mutual cum.

When it was over I reached for a cigarette.  I offered one to Pete but he
ignored me.  As I smoked, suddenly I realized that I had been attacked.
The more I thought of his smug owner and the way Pete had had his way with
me, the madder I got.  I sat up on the bed and dialed 911.  Pete meanwhile
had settled own on the end of the day bed and was taking a post sex nap.

I reported the emergency to the lady and she asked me if the "man" was
known to me before.  When she heard it was a dog, she assumed that was my
characterization of my attacker.

"A policeman will be there within fifteen minutes."

I tried to stay awake but sex gets me as much as Pete and I slipped into a
hard nap.

I woke up to find a tall lanky police cadet shaking my shoulder.
Apparently I didn't rate a real policeman.

"What's the story here dude."  He took in my still bare butt.  "Hey is that
dog vicious?"

Pete opened one eye and then went back to sleep.


End of Chapter One