Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 10:01:23 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Officer, That Dog Raped Me, Part Two" by Jay Roberts     Bestiality

I looked over this Ichabod Crane of a fellow whose cutely knit eyebrows
were showing concern.  I lifted my arm and presented my hand to him.  He
stared down at it, then proffered his own delicious hand with ridiculously
long tapered fingers.  As I grasped his cool hand I wondered if he had a
long prick with tapered head. "Name is Cadet Officer Sean Reilly," he said
with a voice slightly hoarse with, I think, beginning "like".

"Jeff here."  Then remembering about my call to 911, I answered the
question in his eyes.  "I was sleeping and that dog climbed on top of me
and forced me to have sex with him."

Young Officer Reilly's pretty gray eyes opened wide.  In his life, his
short life, he had never heard of anything like that.  Of course, when he
was about eleven years old, he did have fun stimulating Prince, his police
dog (what else?) in spitting out cloudy gobs of sex fluid and that often
caused him to simultaneously shoot his own immature spunk.

"It just doesn't seem possible to me, sir."

"Look, you can see for yourself.  Take off your uniform pants and lie on
your belly and see what happens."

"That is totally against some regulation, I am sure," but the front of his
plain front, tight uniform showed some interest.

I was sitting up now.  This boy was excitingly dense—the best kind of
boy.  "Surely you know that it is SOP to reenact the crime?"

A dim bulb in his head flickered.  "Oh yes, that's true."  He shrugged his
shoulders and, standing on one long leg, removed his heavy lace up shoe.
Then he pulled off his thick gray socks.

Oh that foot.  A great foot.  A foot to be greatly admired.  Highly arched,
impossibly long toes and there was a slight fragrance of feet in the room.

Next he slid off his pants (28-36).  His long, slim, hairless legs with a
nice calf muscle came into view.  He turned away from decorously to remove
his briefs.  I was touched that they were greatly stretched out and there
was a hole in the rear of two inch circumference.

Down they went.  His checks were blushing.  Those cheeks down there.
Wasting no time, he lay down on the bed I had just vacated and waited.

Pete's head was up, then his body as he slowly hunt-walked toward the bed.
Boy cop's ass was on display.  What a piece of work.  The halves thrust out
in muscular arcs and they revealed the dark valley between.  Each cheek was
decorated with a large dimple.  I felt that I needed all my willpower to
resist stroking them.

By now Pete had that look on his face that showed he had slipped down from
sleepy pet dog to canine despoiler of humans.  Out came that tongue, or
rather it unfolded, like a map of the Amazon River.

The dog resumed, what was for him a familiar position, his rear paws on
each side of a waiting ass.  He closed his eyes, as if he was about to lick
a juicy steak, and sniffed.

"Oh my oh my," Sea, n mumbled.  But when Pete began licking the boy's
virgin anal entry, a slight look of pleasure wreathed Sean's boyish face.
It was a look of unexpected joy.  You know about happy endings, this was a
happy beginning.

I watched the boy and the dog getting acquainted, smiling down at them with
avuncular pride, but this warm, emotional scene was broken as the dog's
owner, Mr. Wallace burst into the room.

"What have we here.  You guys taking advantage of my innocent dog?"

"Are you kidding, Mr. Wallace, your dog is a pillager and a raper.  He
actually fucked me and now Officer Sean is being prepped for an assault."

For the first time, Mr. Wallace regarded the body before him.  His senses
were immediately assailed, as mine had been, at the sight of this perfect
work of art buttocks.  His soft face began to mutate into a mask of sexual
interest and robotically he began to remove his clothes.

"Oh Heavens!  That arse!  It's tres cute.  I am quite overcome."

Hell, my room had become like a gym locker room.  But my annoyance changed
as I saw the body that my neighbor revealed.  This guy must work out daily.
He was a bit hairy, but in a nice way.  His chest was a study in muscular
development and his abs and down to his heavy thighs was in perfect
symmetry.  His prick was thick and curved and it was now displayed like a
rhino horn.

Breathing like a race horse, he pushed the whimpering dog away and he
replaced him atop of the Cadet.

As his big headed prick bobbed at the entry to Sean's hole, the Cadet
signed and his smiling face now broke into a full toothy grin.  He wiggled
his ass in invitation.  I think he thought the dog was still here.  Then,
with a cry of need, Mr. Wallace inserted the big head of his prick, just
inside of the boy's ass.  Sean was whimpering in excitement and fear.
Wallace grasped the slim waist for purchase and began slight fuck motions
to get his cock to move further into that heavenly, dark passage.

Sean emitted a long soulful "A-a-a-h"; much like the one Columbus did as he
stepped on the new continent and spied naked Indians, their chests smeared
with buffalo grease.  He immediately made plans to invite one or two of the
redmen into his cabin for some in-and-out.

Mr. Wallace was dripped spit as his prong felt the hot ass tube surrounding
it.  The two fuckers were harmonizing delightfully.  Sean's mewling of the
police academy song was especially sexy.

 Wallace, a devotee of Judy Garland, sang "Over the Rainbow".

Pete stared at his owner's familiar hole as it opened slightly and then
closed as he thrust.  The dog acted as if he had been called.  In one leap
he was upon Wallace and Wallace cried out with approval as the dog's
slippery red cock slid into its accustomed berth in the man's ass.

Here you have the scene of scenes.  Dog fucking hairy man's ass, man
fucking boy's slim ass, boy humping the bed.  Everyone is happy except me
and my cock.

I looked down at my raging hard on.  It had reached the stage of dripping
and leaping.  I thought about a quick rub off, but that seemed a cheap way
of getting off when the other creatures in the room were having a real fuck
fest.

I looked down hungrily at pretty Sean's pushed mouth, every so often it
opened slightly and his pink tongue tip slipped out.  How nice that hot
tongue would feel on my feverous prick.  I got into position by kneeling
next to the bed and placed my aching cock head right at the boy's lips.
His tongue, being on an out beat swiped across my cock head, gathering up
the honey dew there.

Almost immediate his mouth opened, dripping spit, I moved forward and his
lips opened and surrounded my cock head.  I waited, and then when I felt
his tongue begin to lick away, I felt it ripe to move forward.  He lifted
his head and swallowed my shaft so that my pubic hair was tickling his
chin.  He slurped hungrily.  I moaned like a helpless calf.

The room was a bacchanalia of male to male to dog to mal sex.  The pitch of
sounds added to the excitement.  I already felt my balls whirling, ready to
deliver many pulses of spooge to the hungry police boy in training.  Behind
him, Mr. Wallace's eyes were traveling up as he began to move slower, ready
to deposit a week's worth of sperm.  Behind him, Pete was making soft
yipping sounds as his red penis began to push out his stuff.

Suddenly everything changed.  Pete finished his cum and his balls still big
remained for awhile in Wallace's ass.  But then, one slap on his nose
cooled his ardor and his balls slipped out of Wallace's well used ass.

Wallace dislodged himself from Sean's young ass making the sound like a
cork being removed from a bottle.  Sean's signed in resignation as his
lovely fuck was over.  He got up, sliding a bit on the big slimy puddle he
had left on the bed.

Sean put on his hat as an quasi-official attempt.  He deepened his voice to
an approximation of the way the Sergeant talked.  "So, do you wish to make
a complaint Jeff?  I don't think you can bring the dog up on charges.  As
for his owner, I have special feelings for him, or at least his big, er
reputation."

"No," I told the cutie, let's forget it.  Suppose you guys get dressed and
we have a beer or two."

Pete wagged his tail vigorously.  Mr. Wallace laughed, "Pete loves beer,
but don't get him drunk, he is a menace when he is, he wants to fuck
everything in sight."

Two hours later and six beers afterward, we were all friends.  As we shook
hands and paws, Cadet Sean whispered to me, "I check by in a few hours to
be sure you are okay."

End