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Chapter 11 Canine Sex
The Dolby-4 surround sound of a dog’s loud barking drew my attention to the screen where an excited Dalmatian named Rex the Wonder Dog was showing approval of Austin’s all out cock sucking efforts. The young fellatrice, her face covered in saliva and whatever kept oozing out of Rex’s penis, was just as talented and aggressive with canine cock as human. I suppose it was a skill than transcended species. I could picture her going down on a silverback gorilla.
That made me wonder if Diane Fossey ever took the high hard one during all the years she lived with the apes. My high school biology teacher was a fan of hers and made us watch a documentary about her and the mountain gorillas. Maybe one of the silverbacks was a little bent and decided to try out the hair less bitch who hung around all the time. I suppose if she did make love with any of the great apes she kept it to herself. I made a mental note to search the Web for human and great ape sex.
These random thoughts passed through my brain as I in the non digital or real world sucked Rex’s slimy cock while my own prick was lodged in Austin’s throat. Her fingers were deep in my rectum maintaining pressure on my prostate while my hands massaged my canine lover’s balls seeking to coax his love juice from their reservoir. Uncertain that canine anatomy included the equivalent of the male prostate, I’d decided to keep my fingers out of Rex’s ass. He might bite.
That is not to say I wasn’t turned on by bestiality. Sucking doggie dick for the first time was hot and I would have blown my load down Austin’s throat immediately except that I’d already gotten off a half dozen times and it was taking longer to build up the pressure required to launch my swim team. I was more than a little curious about the taste of dog spunk. Nearby a pair of giggling coeds were snowballing the jism of Benson, a handsome black Labrador. That made me wonder if the old saying that once you go black you never go back applied to Labs.
The bizarre thought occurred that when Rex released a flood of doggy jism, it would immediately flow down through me into Austin’s gullet. I’m given to such outlandish ideas especially during sexual intercourse. The possibility of my body functioning as a straw struck me as belonging in Alice in Wonderland albeit C. S Lewis would have imagined a much younger fellatrice.
My family owned Irish Setters and Labrador Retrievers while I was growing up. As far as I know, the thought of sex with them had never occurred to us including my horny younger sister. Looking back I find it surprising Arlene never fucked one of the family dogs but I suppose even she has her limits. But perhaps she had a dark side I am unaware of and occasionally made love with the family pet. I recall one of them, a male Lab named Shep slept in her room. I made a note to ask Arlene her views on bestiality.
If she expressed interest, I could take her out to Longwood Kennels flash my badge and introduce her to Rex. She could provide oral for starters. Once he was tumescent, she would assume the position. I would assist Rex by guiding his penis into my baby sister’s vagina. I’d observed that dogs have difficulty locating the human vagina, not surprising if you think about it. I’ve been known to fumble around getting it in the hole if I’ve had a beer or two.
If Arlene liked dog sex, I would get credit for introducing her to form of sexual pleasure. Winston would be jealous and would seek to top me by taking her to Mexico where on a small stage before a crowd of screaming tourists she would provide oral, vaginal, and anal to a burro. Sibling rivalry even in fantasy can reach absurd levels.
The jury was still out on my own limits. Rex was certainly willing and well equipped but not spectacularly so. I’d sucked bigger cocks. I recalled that Matt the office asshole had once shown me a blurry image of his wife fucking the family dog. The fact she was the mother of his children was not a factor in his decision to expose his wife’s perverted acts to his fellow officers. Maybe canine sex was more common than I thought.
I made another mental note to further investigate Longwood Kennels. The dogs Bernard brought were all three males. I realized there was an important aspect of canine sex I had yet to explore. Maybe the folks at Longwood had a bitch in heat desperate for a serious fucking by Boston PD’s finest.
A glance around revealed that all three of the mutts Bernard had brought were fully engaged with multiple humans. A few feet away, a coed named Paget who I rated as one of the most beautiful women I had ever encountered was being penetrated by an Irish Setter named Harry. Harry’s ears were back as he eagerly hammered his eight inch dick into what could only be described as a perfectly formed hairless pussy. Paget’s exquisite beauty was probably lost on Harry who would have preferred the furry cunt of Dixie, a Golden Retriever, in the kennel’s adjacent dog run. Paget’s mouth was wrapped around Bernard’s cock making it a two species fuck. I wonder what would constitute three species intercourse.
“Knot me, Harry,” yelled Paget removing Bernard’s cock to speak.
At least I think that was what she said. Her face was pressed into the carpet as she reached back between her legs to rub Harry’s balls and her clit. I reflected that dog sex was probably not as far down the perversion scale as necrophilia. Society would be more accepting of screwing a live dog than a dead girl.
With the help of a sister coed, Harry managed to force the loud round ball of flesh into Paget’s vagina. It made a plopping sound as it hid inside her. That sent Paget into one hell of an orgasm.
“Oh fuck, yes, he’s in me. We’re tied,” exclaimed a triumphant Paget. She tossed her gorgeous head in exultation while experiencing one of those head to toe climaxes some women are capable of. I fell in love with her at that instant.
I could tell by the way she contracted her abdominal muscles she was in dog fuck heaven. For a true canine lover, being knotted or tied is the ultimate goal. I recalled the time, years ago, when Bruno, the neighbor’s beagle, got tied to Mrs. Kurzweil’s Bichon Frise and dragged the little bitch all over the front yard trying to free himself. Mrs. Kurzweil ran out with a pitcher of ice water to throw on Bruno. She tripped causing the water to become airborne and land on her. We three Westbrook kids laughed our young asses off resulting in Mrs. Kurzweil complaining to our mother about the lack of respect.
Harry howled in triumph as he filled Paget’s vagina with semen. The knot was not a true seal and some of Harry’s essence leaked out and dribbled down her luscious thighs. Paget having sensed that Harry had ejaculated let out her own whoop of ecstasy as she enjoyed her prolonged climax. The cunt in addition to being drip dead gorgeous could climax like a Thai hooker. Her helper coed applied her lips to the area surrounding Paget’s vagina eagerly consuming the overflow.
Rex, encouraged by his kennel mate’s success, filled my mouth. And fill is an accurate term. During the orgy, I learned from casual conversation with zoophilia coeds that the most appealing aspect was the voluminous load and strong taste. I looked like a squirrel taking a large supply of nuts back to his nest. I’ll quote lovely Paget’s views on the topic.
“I’ve been sucking guys off since the sixth grade. After a lot of effort and sometimes a sore jaw, you get a couple of tablespoons at most from your average male. Often it’s a lot less and you can barely taste it. But a dog or a horse can blast a mouthful down your throat and it tastes so real it makes my toes curl.”
I admit she was right about the quantity although I found the taste a trifle off putting. Appearance wise it resembled low fat milk. After Rex graced me with his essence I laid there holding it in my mouth savoring the taste, rolling it back and forth over my tongue. I’d just lost my canine virginity and I wanted to make it last.
Austin sensing I was ready to shoot stuck three fingers in my ass and pushed on my prostate as she slid her lips all the way down my cock to nestle in my balls. Her tongue danced around my cock head drawing out a three tablespoon load.
Wordlessly, Austin climbed on me and we kissed, snowballing back and forth the two varieties of jism.
“Have a doggie facial, Simon” said Paget crawling over once she got Harry’s knot out of her twat. I could tell she was interested in me. There were a dozen guys around who would have been thrilled at her offer.
“There’s enough for two facials,” said Austin putting her head beside mine. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I followed her lead all the while admiring Paget’s red and slimy vulva as she positioned it three inches over our faces.
There was a barely audible whooshing sound and my face was covered in dog semen. Paget assisted by Harry went into lick mode. Harry and I traded tongue kisses. It was a pretty hard core moment. I tried to recall if any of the coeds I went to college with were capable of eating dog jism and didn’t come up with any names.
There was a nympho named Nadine Alpert who was into Bukkake and the guys at my frat house obliged her with a salvo of semen leading to a facial that made one of the female onlookers throw up the pizza and beer she consumed.
But even though Nadine was willing to fuck anyone at the frat house who threw her down on the floor, I could not picture her sucking happily on canine pecker. Times had changed and women had moved up a level.
Rex and Harry needed a break and so did I. They rested their giant heads in my lap and went to sleep. A loud scream drew my attention to the big screen where Cynthia Rose had just been impaled by horse cock. I’m no judge of horses but I would say it was bigger than a pony but smaller than a race horse.
“That’s Javelin. He’s a Morgan,” said Megan taking a seat beside me. Like a true party girl, she’d been running around the room keeping the orgy going. She’d tasted every cock and pussy present and based on her breath a few ripe assholes.
She placed her hand on Rex’s cock and began slowly stroking as she engaged in a little dog talk. “Poor old Rex, did the big bad policeman suck your dick dry and wear you out.”
I must have because Rex didn’t move. “Cynthia was a very beautiful and passionate woman,” I said observing the look of intense pleasure on her face as she fought to get Javelin’s cock inside her vagina. I’d guess eighteen inches and thick as my fist. Horse cocks don’t slide in easily. It takes girl power.
Horse fucking was not for wusses. Winston had shown me Brazilian porn where coffee skinned girls sucked off horses and ponies before attempting penetration. Most of the girls quit after a few inches although I can recall one where the horse reared and slammed it home. They had to carry the girl away.
“She used to ride Javelin around her Uncle’s ranch naked. It would drive the cowboys crazy,” said Megan. “When they got tired of her teasing, they would take her in the barn and gangbang her. She loved it.”
“I can imagine,” I said watching and listening as digital Cynthia struggled to get more of Javelin in her. “Where’s the ranch?”
“Right outside Bozeman, Montana, Cynthia’s aunt, Melissa, trained Javelin. Her Uncle Bert claims Javelin is the best fucking horse on the planet,” said Megan.
“Did you ever fuck Javelin,” I asked?
“Yes, but not on this DVD, it’s on one you kept and promised to return.”
“I promise you’ll get it back unless there is evidence concerning Cynthia’s murder,” I repeated for the tenth time.
“There’s nothing on them except BC students screwing dogs, horses, and snakes,” said Megan.
“Snakes,” I questioned?
“Only on one, this zoology major had a pet python she trained to crawl into her pussy. She claimed it was part of an ancient Hindu ritual.”
“Did you try that,” I asked.
“Yes, it was different. She climbed inside my pussy and roamed around while I worked my clit. I pulled her out after I climaxed and she was covered with slime.
“I took Shiva up the ass,” said Bernard joining the conversation.
“Shiva was the snake?” I questioned wondering what kind of freak would allow a snake to crawl inside his GI track.
“Yes, she was a girl snake and in the Hindu ritual, the python crawls up the supplicant’s ass to perform a cleansing ritual. I’m a religion major so it was research,” said Bernard.
“What did you learn,” I asked?
“That it hurts like all hell to have a fifteen foot reticulated python slither up your large intestine but it was cleansing,” said Bernard who struck me as a poser and intellectual snob.
“Cleansing how?” I asked wondering if I was curious enough to imitate Bernard. I’m usually up for anything sexually bizarre even if it is totally nuts.
“Shiva ate all my shit leaving my bowels clean as a whistle. I could feel her swallowing my turds. That was truly weird,” said Bernard.
Cynthia and I jacked his cock while Shiva cleaned him out,” said Megan. “We had to gag him or the neighbors would have heard his screams and called the police.
“Any of you ever take gerbils up your pussy or ass,” I asked deciding to do a little police work?
“No, but I’ve always heard stuffing a gerbil in your ass was for homosexuals,” said Austin.
“There’s an urban myth about a gay guy going to the ER to have a gerbil removed from their ass. It never really happened,” said Megan.
“I’d be willing to try it if someone provided the gerbil,” said Bernard.
“But none of you ever put a gerbil in any of your orifices,” I asked?
Their negative reaction caused me to return my attention to the screen where a sweating and struggling Cynthia with the assistance of an older couple I assumed were her aunt and uncle had managed to engulf two thirds of Javelin’s cock.
Cynthia was lying on a wheeled cart her Uncle was rolling back and forth simulating intercourse. Some females get off on having something so large in their vagina that intercourse is painful. Cynthia appeared to be one of them.
“Fuck me harder, Javelin, you big beautiful bastard,” screamed Cynthia as her Uncle forcefully impaled her on a prick not designed for human pussy. Finally, Javelin unleashed his load whose volume I judged to be a quart. Semen oozed out of Cynthia only to be captured by the eager mouths of her aunt and uncle.
“Rex has got one more fuck in him,” announced Megan whose slow stroking and mouth work had restored his erection.
“Simon, have you ever been fucked by a dog,” asked Austin?
“No, I can’t say I have,” I said eyeing the long slimy cock.
“Then assume the position,” said Paget.
Given that I was quite taken with her, I quickly got on my knees and elbows. After Austin positioned me at the proper height, Paget maneuvered Rex’s penis in position and gave it a shove.
Rex sensing he was in the hole took off. Paget slipped under me to suck my cock. If anything ever came of our relationship it would be interesting to recall the first time we met.
Rex gave me a good reaming. He pounded my butt so hard it hurt. I hung on as he gave me everything he had. Paget worked my cock and balls like a pro. I was in dog fuck heaven.
Proper dog fucking requires experience and skill. Paget demonstrated both at the appropriate moment by taking hold of Rex’s knot and shoving it inside my rectum. I signaled my appreciation by filling her mouth with every drop of semen available.
I marveled as the come hungry coed maneuvered her tongue to capture Rex’s overflow. Rex dragged me a few feet attempting to free himself as I enjoyed both the feel and the fantasy of having a dog’s knot inside my shitter. Paget and Austin shared the bounty once the knot shrunk. I realized that having two attractive coeds suck dog spunk out of your ass would be hard to top in future years.
Paget placed her mouth over my gaped hole and extracted the contents with the same force as my mom’s Kirby vacuum. I remained still enjoying the sensation.
At that point, all three canine lovers were exhausted and no amount of oral stimulation by Megan or Austin could restore their interest. In order to keep the orgy going, Paget announced that she wanted to be a piss geyser and we should all follow her into the bathroom.
As I said before, Paget Clarendon was probably the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I was quite smitten. One of the best things I took away from the orgy was her telephone number. Oddly enough she was studying to become a lawyer like my sister.
A few minutes later, Paget was lying on her back in the tub with a funnel gag strapped to her mouth. Her hands and feet were bound tight with nylon straps. There were a good two dozen of us, all sipping sports drinks or beer to fill our bladders.
The gag was a serious contraption that included a rubber bit that fit between Paget’s teeth forcing her mouth open. A funnel opening as large as a dinner plate was set to capture any liquids sent its way. Fluids poured into the funnel would wind up in Paget’s throat on their way to her stomach.
“Paget is begging for your spit,” said Megan in charge as usual.
The action started with each of us hawking a luggie into the funnel. Austin worked Page’s clit as her throat action indicated she was swallowing our sputum with gusto. From the look in her eyes, you could tell she was getting off on what was happening. That gave me one more reason to look forward to our first date.
“I’ll go first,” said Megan straddling the tub.
Megan must have been holding it forever because the volume was incredible and the color was dark yellow. We all took a turn. Paget’s abdomen began to swell as she consumed a couple of cases of recycled Sam Adams. I had been drinking Sam’s dark ale and my urine was almost amber.
“Now for the piece de resistance,” announced Megan who had disappeared into the kitchen while we emptied our bladders. She was holding a blender carafe filled with a piss and shit cocktail. Paget’s eyes got wild as Megan slowly poured the foul concoction into the funnel.
“What is it,” asked Austin taking a whiff of the carafe?
“Dog piss blended with my shit,” said Megan.
“Let’s take a dump on her,” said Bernard taking my hand for support to position his rear over the edge of the tub. I’d heard of college parties where some lucky coed is tied up and placed in a bath tub then shit on by all the party goers but I’d never seen it happen. The onlookers quickly followed Bernard’s lead and in practically no time, the tub filled. Plucky Austin used her hands to smear Paget from head to toe.
Paget was breathtakingly beautiful even when covered with shit. I contributed a pair of perfect turds, not too soft or hard. The geyser part came when Megan removed the funnel gag and pressed her foot on Paget’s swollen abdomen. It did remind me of old faithful as the pressure caused the contents of Paget’s stomach to reach two feet in the air.
“That’s incredibly painful,” said Austin admiring the geyser. “In French law it was a punishment for certain crimes. They filled the women with piss and shit then forced her to regurgitate. Some women went mad as a result. I almost lost it when they did me.”
“You’ve done it yourself,” I asked?
“Only once at Club Macabre, my belly was sore for a week,” said Austin.
Based on the look on Paget’s face, it must have been agonizing.
“We leave her there for an hour to meditate,” said Megan shooing us out of the bathroom.
I went into the other bath and showered then collapsed on the bed and fell sound asleep. When I awoke hours later, a different group of students had arrived to pay their respects to the late Cynthia Rose.
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