Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 07:55:15 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Dog Orgy, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Bestiality

++I can see the wheels in your handsome head turning, trying to figure out
what could possibly interest you in hearing about dogs having sex with
themselves.  BUT, add me, and you have something going.  You can enjoy this
trip to canine passion if you are over 18.  If you accumulated less years
(not in dog years) you will have to go away.  The rest STAY! But don't play
DEAD.++


We are a three-brother family.  Eldest brother Chase is a paratrooper; He's
out of the country now, location a secret.  He left home for the armed
services four months ago.  I will miss him, he was...well...like a brother
to me, but I have his black lab to remember him by.  The dog's name is
Blackie.  Hey, I never said my brother Chase was creative.  Naw, he's one
of those leather jacket, all muscle, no brains jock...but cute, in a manly
way.  He's 22.  He wrote last week that he may be home for Christmas and
included a short note that I am supposed to read to Blackie.  Talk about a
nut case, but I did read it.  I swear Blackie seemed to understand it, or
else I am going nuts.

Now Blackie has been left to my care.  What with high school graduation and
festivities looming, it is quite a chore to take care of the beast.  He
needs three long walks a day, plus he brings his ball to me whenever I sit
for a moment.  But he's a nice dog.  He seemed to need more petting than
the average one; I do the best I can.  One thing I don't do that my brother
Chase did, I do not let him sleep with me.  He scrounges around outside and
who knows what shit he gets into.... literally.  I lock my door each night
He sleeps outside each night like a faithful guard.

Now, if I don't have enough to do in life, my next brother, Jeff, who's
nineteen, has decided to join the marines.  "It'll make a man of me,
Wayne," he said to me.  Believe me he could use a little "manning" up.
Jeff is a little...you know, especially when he gets playing games with his
friend Casey in the barn.  I don't want to even guess what they do, but
once I checked the barn after they left.  Yes, there in the straw, on the
floor was a big gob of spooge.

The reason I tell you about girlish Jeff is that he also has a dog.
Perfect typecasting, the little guy is a white miniature poodle, all fluffy
and cuddly, like a girl's stuffed toy.

"Waynie," he said, I hate when he calls me that, the fruit, "I'm going to
entrust you with Miss Sadie (yep, that's the pooch's name, can you believe
it?) while I am getting my basic training.  I just can't wait to sweat
along with the other trainees."

I think he had the wrong idea about boot camp.  You don't lick boots and
work your way up.  He's in for a big surprise.

Tonight is the first night I am alone in the apartment we share.  Both
doggies have been fed; I just put away three cold ones and decided to skip
studying tonight.  I got undressed and fell on the bed naked.  With no one
around, I could do as I wished.

I did fail to close the bedroom door as I groggily rushed headlong into a
heavy sleep.

Now while I am sleeping you can look at me, but don't touch.  I am, of
course, eighteen.  I swim butterfly with the high school team.  I would
have a faint show of chest hair, but I shave my body, except for the red
pubic hair down there.  The hair on my head is also red, but for swimming,
I keep it down to a half-inch of red fuzz.

My six foot two inch, lanky, frame is splayed out on the bed on my back, my
pink sausage lying cozily against one hip.  I have to really tuck it up in
my Speedos as it could cause me to lose two or three seconds.  Anyway,
being a hot older teen, my dreams are always about girls.  The dream girls
do not have to be romanced or have to be taken on costly dates.  No, these
babes are crazy for me and open their legs without any prompting.

There I am, smiling in my sleep, my cock rising up from the warm, wet place
it is in.  My hips are slightly rising and falling in pleasure.  Oh, if
only this dream could last long enough for me to nut.

Suddenly, I woke up.  Something was amiss here.  I spelled dog.  I heard
dog, but more interesting I felt dog.

I looked down my naked lanky body to find Blackie soulfully at work on my
cock.  He had the same expression to has when working on a bone (well I
guess he was.)

"Watchya doin' dawg?" I said, my voice a little hoarse from sleep? No from
being a blowee.

Blackie had a big tongue and this was wrapped around my knob.  His method
was to furl it then unfurl it, with a quick pass on the piss slit as he
unwound it.  Let me tell you, this activity was sending me to the Moon.

When he realized I was awake and talking to him, he reluctantly disengaged
his bathmat of a tongue from my flesh.  He looked at me, ears down, the way
he does when you watch him shit, or when he's getting a bath.  He stared at
me with this look for a few moments.  Meanwhile my cock was jumping up and
down and if it could have spoken it would have said, "Wayne, fuck off.  Who
asked you to interfere?"

I decided not to argue with me cock.  After all it's been good to me and
now I'll return the favor.  Using army talk, I said, "Okay man, resume."

He heard me and let out a sigh and immediately returned to his task.  I
think he used some of the same technique that he used on himself.

I fell back on the bed and just let happen what would happen.  This was a
particularly pleasant experience because I wasn't thrown into a nutting.
Instead I was slowly being turned on the spit.  Each turn brought me
closer, but it was lazy and v-e-e-e-r-r-y nice.

Suddenly the pitch of my passion was given a shot upward on the chart.  A
small hot, wet tongue was licking my tits.  Yeah, it was Miss Sadie.  I
craned my neck.  I swear she stopped and smiled at me, then returned to her
licking.  The double-tonguing from the two dogs was now causing my head to
spin.  Around and around it went.  Pretty soon I was drooling and humming a
tuneless song.  My hips were lifting in ecstasy and my cock was stiffening
and my slit was opening for discharge.

I groaned loudly and went into autopilot.  I spewed enough sperm to
repopulate the universe.  Miss Sadie joined Blackie and the two pooches
lapped it up like it was grade "A" cream.

Just as I was coming back to reality, I heard the sounds of applause.  I
looked, there was my brother Chase at the foot of the bed.

"I see you have discovered one of Blackie's talents.  Congratulations."

I was definitely embarrassed, but seeing Chase throwing off his uniform I
got real interested in what might happen next.

End Part One