Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 12:48:08 EST
From: CeTe <CeTe@gmx.li>
Subject: CeTe's Zoostories VI - Frank and Bruce

CeTe's Zoostories VI
Frank and Bruce

Copyright notice: These stories are copyrighted by CeTe and may not be
posted elsewhere without my express permission. Comments, compliments and
constructive criticisms to CeTe@gmx.li

On a renowned stud close to Pueblo, Colorado, live plenty of enviable
animals who have the luck to be cared by Frank and Bruce, doing their best
for the animal's pleasure.

The Stallion

"Good mornin', Stack," Frank greeted friendly, stroking the stallion's
flank.

Stack knew that caress and he knew, what would follow.

Frank and Stack were the ideal team. Once, he had been a successful
rider. Together with his faithful racehorse, he used to win race after
race. But then, the stallion got older, had to give up the sport and became
a stud-horse in demand.

He took his reins and led him to another stable with the waiting mare. She
was in heat, Stack smelled.

Her tail removed, when he bent down his head to lick her pulsating
vulva. The mare trumbled desirously.

Stack did not hesitate, but mounted her as every mate before. That was his
absolute fulfillment: The more he mated, the more he loved his present
lifetask.

In a climax of excitement and enjoyment, he cummed; lots of semen streamed
into the mare, that reached her orgasm as well.

Stack's first work was done, he and Frank returned to his
stable. Thereupon, the stallion expected him to leave, but it occurred
differently.

He remained and restarted stroking him. Tenderly, his human friend began at
his front, moved on to his back; there he stopped.

Stack, enjoying his massage, irritated, but he held still, awaiting for
more.

A new stimulation: He felt Frank's warm hands touching his big balls. The
man made him erect his cock once again, and while one hand kept on kneading
his scrotum, the other one gently masturbated his respectable penis. The
stimulated stallion was ecstatic, and he recognized, who was caressing him;
he loved him.

Halfway to a new climax, his cock was inserted into a pleasurable organ. A
new mate?

No. It was Frank's rectum, however, Stack set to move his dick forth and
back. It was heavenly: He was neighing, his partner groaning, and both came
to an overwhelming orgasm.

But not enough, Frank stood up, walked back toward Stack's rear, lifted his
tail and penetrated him.

What a sensation! His anus had been stimulated never before, and then, a
human penis was rubbing his bowels stronger and stronger, till Stack cummed
for the third time.

Definitely, it was the best day of his life.

Merry Mary

Marry was a merry mare. Living on a stud, she had all she needed.

That day, Frank, her rider, entered her stable to brush her. She loved
being fondled by that hard, hairy thing and his delicate hands.

As always, he stroke her front, her flank, her rear. There, however, he
changed his action and stuck his one arm into her vagina., his other one
into her anus.

A completely new, exciting feeling overcame her. Both muscular arms
massaged the inner walls of her cervix and her rectum, giving her a couple
of powerful orgasms.

When his two limbs retired from her gutts, she was stil quitely benumbed by
her outstanding sensation. The human, though, went on caressing her by
rubbing his erect penis against her sensitive clit.

Once again, a tremendous orgasm rushed though the aroused
mare. Unfortunately, that was the only time Frank loved her in such a
manner, although Mary stayed grateful for her whole life.

Two Stallions

Rick heard Frank entering. The tall stallion was curried and led into
another stable, to another stallion. Frank left the two stallions alone,
not anticipating, what they were going to do.

Stack was smaller and younger than the big Rick, and he was afraid of
him. Rick took advantage of thier loneliness, snuggling to his companion
provocatively.

That one misunderstood his stimulation and evaded. Rick, though, made clear
his purpose, lowered his head, licked Stack's sheath. Fastly, his penis
erected.

Rick, the gay horse, continued sucking, while his own cock stiffened
quickly. To his fellow's surprise, he started mating him.

After a first pain, he enjoyed the pleasure of Rick's love stick, massaging
the inside of his rectum. When Rick came to orgasm and shot his seeds into
him, Stack cummed as well in the best climax, he had ever had.

It was the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

Threefold

As every day, Frank came into Stack's stable. That day, though, another man
was accompanying him. He was tall, stout, black and a zoo.

They opened the gate and let out the black stallion. Stack did not know the
strangely-smelling human, so he sniffed at him curiously.

Suddenly, he felt Frank's warm hands grasping his touchy balls. Stack got
excited. How long had he been longing for such a contact again.

While Frank was squeezing his remarkable testicles sofly, Bruce rubbed his
sheath, enhancing the stallion's arousal enormously. When he started
sucking his round glans, Frank stuck one of his oiled hands into his
musuclar anus. That drove him crazy; Stack neighed in ecstasy.

The nimble hand, winding and turning within his gut, as well as the
skillful tongue, encircling his respectable penis, gave him his life's most
intense climax. Stack's balls were pumping his creamy semen orgasmically
out of his cock into Bruce's mouth.

Bruce, the Breeder

Bruce, Frank's boyfriend, began his day's work. The big, tall, black guy
was a breeder and worked on a breeding farm nearby Pueblo, Colorado. He
hated the hard business, but as a born zoogay, he loved the desirable
animals a lot more.

Milking his nineteen heaty cows, Bruce passed his favorite specimen. Maggie
was standing in her tight pen with her backside turned toward him. Albeit
she raised her thin tail, offering him her pink pussy, he used to do his
job on the principle "business before pleasure." While he was caring for
the other ones, she enjoyed the milking machine's hoses sucking her touchy
teats.

When time was over, the warm-hearted breeder came back, put off the cold
objects, kneeled down next to her. Nervously, Maggie tried to turn round
her head to watch what he was doing, though, the metal bars surrounding her
prevented her.

In return, an arousing sensation shot thru her whole body: Bruce's wet
mouth had encompassed her teat, started sucking intensely. He repeated that
caress with each of them before turning away from her erected udder.

His hands massaged her back with strong kneading, moving on to Maggie's
rear. She held still expectantly. Instead of fondling her cunt and bringing
her to orgasm instanteously, Bruce rolled up his sleeves and stuck his arm
right into her soft ass.

In almost each other's view, winding one's limb inside a cattle's shitty
rectum is disgusting, not in his. To him, it was just the best way to make
her horny. Maggie truly got so excited that she jetted hot piss into his
face, the expression of her readiness.

He was as ready as her, pulled out his dirty arm and pushed his clean one
into her cute vagina that commenced contracting immediately. Maggie mooed
in satisfaction.

A male voice shouted from outside, "Bruce, are you there?"

"I'm here, George. Wait a moment!"

He hastily washed his arms and hurried to his awaiting client who was
bringing his breeding bull. Bruce recognized at first glance he was a
potential partner.

Initially, however, the bull had to mate Maggie. During their short
copulation, the requiring man wanted to know who he was going to have sex
with. He looked thru his papers: "Tony: breeding number 79."

Tony had hardly fertilized his first mate, as his second one already guided
his still steel-hard penis into another slimy organ, perceptibly more
slippery than the last one too. He set to jerk instinctively till he cummed
into the untiring human. They climaxed together.

To the Limit

That midday, Frank returned from his trip to Albuquerque.

Bruce was already expecting him; he welcomed, "How do you do, darlin'? I'm
so happy that you're back. Your horses're alright. C'mon, I wanna show you
somethin'."

Before Frank was able to respond, his boyfriend dragged him to Stack's
stable.

Impaciently, Bruce unlocked it and introduced, "Ever since I made love with
your stately stallion for the first time, I'd been mad for him, but
finally, durin' your absence, I took every chance to approach him, and now
watch out!"

To Frank's astonishment, he got undressed, lubricated his asshole,
masturbated the black stallion's prick till appearing and stuck it right
into his anus.

"Frank," Bruce moaned, "massage his backside!"

He did so, and abruptly, his fellow screamed out, "Yeah, that's it!"

Frank did not comprehend Bruce's ecstasy; Stack neighed wildly.

After their mutual orgasm, the stallion retired his relaxing dick while his
mate stood up and turned round to Frank who flabbergastedly stared at his
swollen belly.

"What's that?," he startled.

"My stomack full of Stack's precious pee. It's really easy; all you've to
do is makin' him drink as much as he can, then wait till his bladder's
filled, stimulate him to empty it into your butt, and you get an
overwhelmin' enema."

Frank understood.

"However, here's the highlight", Bruce kept on, inserted his whole forearm
into the stallion's rectum, withdrew it, rubbed in his body from top to toe
with horse shit. Following, he bent over, squirting quarts of dark-yellow
piss out of his arse against his partner's jeans.

"Ugh!," Frank retched.

His dirty lover laughed, "What's up, weaklin'? This's your turn."

Frank did not believe his ears.

"What shall I do?"

"Do it for me!," Bruce requested.

Doing him that favor, Frank kneeled down, gripped his stallion's hanging
cock and commenced licking off his urine that tasted bitter, filthy,
detestable. He felt sick; a little more and he would have vomitted.

"It's delicious, isn't it? Once tried his shit, you..."

"No, Bruce," Frank refused, "I've had enough. Lemme in peace with your scat
games."

His friend saw he had gone too far.

"Forgive me!"

His friend pardoned him.

The Horse Ripper

His psychological compulsion forced hm to kill again and again. That night,
he had to do it once more.

It was dark, but light enough to survey his surroundings. There was nobody
else, nobody who would protect them from their torture, their agony, their
death. The sharp metal lance in his hands, he climbed over the paddock's
fence and creeped to his unsuspecting victims.

When Frank went to his beloved horses, the old breeder got traumatized at
the horrible glance of his undescribably mutilated animals. The horse
ripper had struck; Rick, Track, Sprick, Stack and pregnant Mary were
massacred.

Frank's world broke down, the horses had been his life. In highest wrath,
he swore he never rested till he would have caught the ruthless murderer.

>From that oath on, Frank watched his horses every night. One rainy
evening, he saw an obscure person moving thru the twilight.

Instantaneously, Frank bursted out of his hiding, pouncing on the surprised
man who shrieked, "Please, Sir, don't harm me! I can't help killin' them
cos..."

"Shuddup, you dirty pervert!," Frank shouted. "I can't help sendin' you to
jail for the rest of your goddam life either."

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