Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 10:58:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: islandalleykat@yahoo.com
Subject: The Dinner Date With A Twist 7

Dinner Date With A Twist #7: By Boone St James


A lot of time has passed since my first doggy fuck by Samson the big husky.
Some I have shared with you: Zion the Great Dane for sure and the amazingly
down and dirty animal farm that Basillio took me to.  So, to date I have
been fucked by dogs and their men, a horse and a few hosses and a few that
I could not tell what their origins were, but the sex was over the top
always, or is that bottomed out?  Anyhow, I have received more male sperm
up the ass and down my thankful throat than most do in several lifetimes.
Then there was a spell where nothing was 'turning me on' or tempting my
inner cum slut.  Knowing me like you do, you know that was not going to
last long, and after I tell you about this 'turning point,' don't let me
forget to tell you about my breeder's cup.  Meantime . . .

I had been reading some other Nifty stories by my Woof(!) brothers and you
know how turned on you can make me, so after getting' off a few times with
my fellow writers (or is that bitches?  Both), I decided to go to the beach
and see if the hot sun could cook the hoariness out of me.  I sprayed my
bod with banana boat and set out to walk along the beach, in and out of the
surf.  The sun was hot but there was a good strong ocean breeze, so I was
doing great and relishing the slow burn.  As I walked back toward my
tanning cot, a Chevy SUV pulled up and a guy who looked to be in his early
40's, with his blond hair in a short military cut and his moustache and
beard also cut very short, and a very nice tan on his athletic build, got
out and opened the side door, and what to my 'hot damn!' eyes should appear
but five (1, 2, 3, 4, 5!) big dogs of questionable lineage.  I wish I could
have seen the big smile that I knew was writing 'Woof Man, Woof !' all over
my face.

About that time, by 'dog-catcher' radar sent out a signal and one of the
big bow-wows headed my way.  "Come on Tank," the blond shouted.  "Get your
horny self back over here!!"  By this time 'Tank' was all over me and while
we greeted each other, 'Jason' his owner came running up spouting apologies
that he immediately sensed were not necessary except as a vehicle for he
and I to meet and for me to meet the golden fleece pack.  The other four
golden beauties had immediately run for the ocean, but seeing their brother
and owner had stopped to chat, they all came scampering back.  After a lot
of jumping and patting and hugging, Jason told me that Tank's brothers were
'Trucker,' 'Hemmy,' 'Brazos,' and 'Hombre.'  It seems that their mother was
a golden lab who got knocked up by a German shepherd and he took all five
of her male pups to insure that they did not get 'fixed'.

Seeing how I was really excited over Jason and the golden fleece-beasts, he
just cut right to it: "You are one hot and horny bitch, and my guys can
tell that they have found a new playmate."  "Hey man, it's impossible to
hide anything when there are five big blond breeders licking all over you."
"Make that six," he smiled as he patted my bouncing buns.  I may be their
bitch too, but they will damn sure have to share you and that beautiful
butt with big daddy."  "I'm St James.  Why don't you boys go romp in the
surf for awhile and let me get my heart and nerves calmed down a tad," I
suggested.  "Okay guys!" Jason shouted let's go!  We don't want to do St
James in before he has time to show us how he got his 'Sainthood', come
on!"  Wow, what a beautiful sight to see Jason and his golden mix running
to and into the surf.  My pulse was racing, my heart was racing, my beastly
mind was racing.  Thank badness I brought some beer in an ice chest, always
more than one person could consume.  Wooh that tasted good.  "Want one," I
said to Jason when he returned, as I was reaching for my second one and the
woof-pack were slowly returning from their romp.

"Let's take your stuff and get in our vehicles and you follow us to our
house for some getting to know you time", he grinned.  "You live here?" I
asked with hope in my question-mark.  "We're renting a place for a couple
of months and then we will head to Florida for a few more months," he
answered.  "So, where is home?  Why am I so damn inquisitive all of a
sudden?"  "Because we've got your nerves racing and that causes chatter as
well as other physical extremities," he smiled and two of the dogs (I'll
never learn all their names) tried to knock me down.  "Easy Tank, cool it
Hemmy," Jason shouted.  "Follow me," he instructed, "it's only five minutes
down the road."

Away we went; a right turn on 'Barksdale' (go figure), two blocks and a
left on a "No Outlet" street with a very out-of-character 1950's brick one
level house, one unfinished house that it was difficult to tell if someone
had not finished building it or tearing it down, and a vacant lot with a
lot of trees.  Inside the gate of the brick house he showed me a big,
freshly mowed yard with a deck and lounge pads but no lounges.  "Okay
Mr. Saint, inside and take off your clothes, get us a beer and we can have
a puff if you'd like before you become the most well-fucked dude on the
island between now and whenever we decide to let you leave.  Right guys?"
Then there was a lot of barking going on.  Nobody in their right mind would
. . .enough said/thought.



When I returned necked with beers, Jason, who only had on shorts and
flip-flops to begin with was necked and playing grab-ass with his best
friends.  He walked over to me and planted a big wet kiss on my mouth that
made my dick equal to his bouncing hard-on in fullness, but not in length.
"Damn," I testified as my right hand took hold of his tool, "that is one
big hot dog.  What is it, 11 inches?"  "Just enough to prep that fine ass
of yours for five big dog dongs."  Speaking of which, now that I think
about it, the dogs were close and excited but not jumping all over us.
Later he explained that when a 'new piece of ass' is brought home, they
know that 'big daddy' gets it first and then it's every big dog for
himself.  Charming.  Who am I kidding, in a situation like this, I am a
prize-winning slut, bitch.  Actually, I could have done without the
good-looking human, but knew that this was one of those 'I don't get got by
the beasts until their master has a ride' situations, so cum on partner,
this bitch is ready to bark and whine.  I sat down on one of the cushions
on the deck and held his big long dong like a prized art object; then I put
it in my juicy mouth and swallowed it like a gullible pew-warmer looking up
at a smooth talking preacher-man with a bible in one hand and a collection
plate in the other.

Jason put his big hands around each of my ankles and raised my legs up into
the hot Texas air.  Without any fanfare and a lot of my spit on his boner,
he entered me with one quick and powerful ("Aaaaaaaahhh!!!") thrust.  As
soon as he did this, all five dogs were all over us with their long wet
tongues and muzzles poking and lapping at any part of us they could get to.
I shot off so fast that I felt kind of bad until the tongues got after the
cum on my body and that long porn poker was causing a fire-in-the-hole that
had me yelling and the dogs barking and Jason riding fast and ("Yeah bitch,
take it all") loud.  Where are the video camera's when you would really
like to have them rolling?  Then he quickly pulled out of me and shot hot,
white cum all over me and the dogs were lapping on me and damn if I didn't
cum again.  It does not get any better than that, ever.  At least not for
the addicted-afflicted.

When Jason moved away from me there was a big dog tongue (make that two -
five tongues lapping away at my well-fucked ass juices and Jason pressed a
cold beer in my hand and put his mouth to mine and blew mary-jo-wauna down
my hot and iced throat.  Now my senses were dancing and as Jason pushed his
ready-to-breed pack away and got me onto my hands and knees, he put a
leather vest on me, snapped the front and the biggest of the big dogs, Tank
was on me and in me.  "Now you know why he is called 'Tank,' because you
feel like you have been hit by one," Jason laughed.  Then I felt that big
doggy dick begin to grow inside me and he was pounding my ass like we were
both virgins, and the sounds coming out of our mouths sounded like we
really were.  POP comes the breeding knot and the cum, the red-hot cum,
starts to fill my lust-lounge and poor into my belly and out my fuck-hole.
Another dog was lapping at my dripping dick, a couple were licking up the
Tank cum that was leaking out of my ass and one was licking my face.  In
the meantime, Jason was smoking and drinking and surrounding this wild
scene with crazy and sexxxy monologue.  "Yeah guys, this bitch is a
keeper."

When Tank's breeding knot went down enough for him to pull out, he licked
both of our juices out of my ass before going over to lay down and lick his
huge, multi-colored dog-dong, but there was no rest for the depraved, as
another dog, that Jason announced as 'Brazos' with a "Yeah Brazos, lick
that bottom, get it good and wet cause our bitch wants more, there you go
big guy, lock those paws around that bitch and pump it, come on, yeah boy,
pump it!!"  His master's voice got ole Brazos more horned up and when his
big dong swelled up inside of me I could not imagine how there was room for
a breeding knot when OMG, POP-POP and there was a baseball stretching my
ass-walls and so much not cum poring into it and beyond that I thought I
would surely burst open, and when I did, Jason's big doggy-juiced dick went
into my gasping mouth and before long, his cum was mixing with Brazos' deep
inside me.  When they both pulled out, Jason quickly pored some ice-cold
beer down my dripping red hole before "Hemmy" was on and IN and pumping me
with all the power his name promised.  When his knot POPPED inside me, I
heard Jason shout "Damn it Tank not yet!" and then that long man-dick was
in my mouth again.  "Make it hard bitch, but don't get me off" he
commanded.  Having been a fluffer once for a port film shoot, I knew
exactly what those instructions meant.  By the time Hemmy pulled out of me,
Jason was good to go again and shoved his schlong back inside me and paused
until Tank had mounted and filled his master schute and they both began to
pound and it was grand/good/so bad/so hot and three big, long wet tongues
were all over us.  When Tank locked Jason's ass, he (Jason) pulled out of
me and "Trucker" was on me and in me and "hole-e-shit" his big dog-dick was
as big as his master's, and tired of waiting it's turn, so ready-or-not, I
got big and long fast-fucked for a good ten minutes before his breeding
knot POPPED and I let out a yell that could be heard on the mainland, and
he was still riding my ass and not slowing down until the cum began to pore
into me and out of him and into me (or whatever) until his barks and my
shouts got high and drunk Jason to laughing as he played with the dog who
had not had his turn yet so he would not bite me out of horny frustration.

When Trucker finally was able to pull out of me, Jason pored another cold
beer down my burning ass-hole and shouted "Hola Hombre, just like you like
it, hot and all liquored-up."  Another big dog was on me and IN me and more
smoke was blown down my throat, more beer and cum pored down and by now, no
matter how big the dick or the knot, this Hombre got to fuck me long and
hard and while the cum was poring, he was still hunching me hard and when
the cum stopped he pulled right out and went to work on digesting his
own-bad-self while the other four licked me from head to foot and then I
shot off all over my own-bad-self as Jason shot off all over me and the
dogs had another larrapin good time.  I went to sleep in Jason's arms with
Tank's head on my butt running his big tongue inside me and another on
Jason's and . . . . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Oh yes, there is more to tell, as soon as I wake up and have some coffee.
Slip into my dreams and tell me what you think.  islandalleykat@yahoo.com