Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 03:01:03 -0700 From: scedmark Subject: Big Dog-mean neighbor It was early on a bright snowy Christmas morning, and my sat back on the sofa with my arm around my wife with a steamy cup of swiss cocoa, watching our 2 young daughters open their presents and play with their new puppy Pepper. It was a happy time, and seeing the girls somehow made me recall the time I lost my virginity to my old mean neighbor and his big dog. When I was 9 years old my family lived near the meanest old man on our block, he had the biggest meanest dog I ever saw too. That dog barked at my friends and me whenever he saw us, growling and showing his large blood thrusty teeth, saliva dripping from the corners as he imagined eating one of us alive. We were all terrified of that big dog, as was many of the grown ups around the neighborhood, including my parents. Mom insisted I my friends and I stay away from ole Mr. Huberts property, as he's confiscated many of out play toys that were either left outside, or had fallen into his yard. His dog, Satan, would grab whatever kid's ball had had the mis-fortune to fall into his domaine, and rip it to pieces before our eyes. None of us had the balls to climb the shoulder high fence to defend our belonging. So Mr Hubert and Satan had a nice stack of our stuff. Mr Hubert's wife was nice, but she'd died 2 years before (no doubt eaten by Satan), and Mr. Hubert just seemed to get meanier by the day. He was a grey haired man of about 55-60, his wife had been a few years younger when she passed of cancer. For an older man, My Hubert was in good shape, I'd heard my Mom say he'd been in the military for 20 years, and kept active up until his wife's death. I made it my business to keep clear of Mr. Hubert and Satan, but one particular day, I'd noticed from my bedroom window that my old Nerf Football was visable in the corner of my neighbor's yard. It looked to be seriously chewed up (My Hubert must've given it to Satan as a chew toy), but I didn't care, I just wanted my ball back. So I crept downstairs to the back yard. It was a cool autumn daym and the leaves from the trees that lined both our yards and covered the gounds. I snuck up to the fence, I didn't see Mr. Hubert's car in the drive, nor did I see any sign of Satan in or near his dog house or watering dish. There was an eerie silence, and I figured now would be the time to climb the fence, and claim at least one of my lost toys from its captors. I stuck my sneakered foot into the spoke of the wired fence that seperated our properties, and with one last search for Satan, jumped down into evil Mr. Hubert's back yard. I slowly made my way across the brush, over to the corner where I'd seen my ball. When I reached down for it, I heard a ruffling of the pile of leaves near where the ball was. First I saw the black beady eyes, then the long sharp snarling pointed teeth before I realized it was Satan, hiding under the pile of fallen leaves. My heart leaped up into my throat as I was face to face with my worst nightmare come true. I turned to race back to the fence, when I felt Satan take a bite out of the seat of my pants. I felt my entire ass exposed to the chill of the autumn air, and realized he had torn threw both my play jeans and my underwear. I yelled for help, tripping (as I often did) over my untied shoe strings. I hit the ground face down, and Satan was ontop of me in a flash. The huge dog barked at me profusely, growling so close that his slobber gripped down onto me. I remembered crying, begging for help as I was sure my young life had reached its end. But Satan didn't bite me, his loud threatening barks turned evil growls as he began to sniff me. His nose, smelling the fear from my body, took him down to my exposed buttock which laid faceup for the world to see. Satan sniffed at innocents of my virgin butt, then began to lick the round mounds to my surprise. I kept my head burried in my hands, and dared not look up into the jet back monster's eyes, but laid very still as the devil dog tasted his next meal. I was sure i'd never see my family again. Suddenly Satan's tongue slipped inbetween my young firm ass-cheeks. The wet abrasive muscule lapped lewdly at my tender butt-hole as if it intriged the mut. I refused to move, so I had to lay there and endure as Satan licked my private secret area. Noone had touched me there since I was old enough to swipe and wash myself. It was very un-nerving. I peaked up from my hands, and notice the fence was only about 10 feet away, perhaps I could crawl over to the fence without Satan's knowledge. I could still feel the huge dog behind me, licking my butt, so I got up onto my hands and knees, and began to inch my way closer to the fence. Satan's tongue really bagan to lick me, deeper into the crevious, feeling his wet licker caress my never before touched behind-hole, make me quiver all over. I continued to crawl, when Satan suddenly abandoned licking me, and mounted me, his claws tearing at my poka. Frightened, I stopped in my tracks. The dog began to hump the air, his hips coming closer and closer to my now exposed asshole. I felt something wet smack against my ass-cheeks, the along my ass-crack, then finally against my sealed ass-hole. I wasn't sure what it was, but it kept hitting my hole until it slowly, unexpectedly began to slip inside. I saw my Mother appear in the kitchen window. She'd began to start cooking dinner, and hadn't noticed me out in the neighbor's yard losing my precious virginity to an animal. I was too afrain and ashamed to call to her, so I stayed still, while Satan started to quickly pound himself in and out of my tight boy-hole. It hurt alot at first, but I was far more afraid of being caught being some big ole dog's bitch. Satan didn't humped me for long. It was obvious the dog was mean because he wasn't receiveing any sexual releasement. That all changed the instant I felt his doggy cum splatter all over my insides, soaking me in his pooch-juice. It took several long minutes for Satan's erection to go down, and his "knot" to slip back out of my sore hinnie. I rose to my feet, the cool wintery air blowing across the wet canine cum that seeped over and from in my ass, reminding my that my buttock was still exposed. I expected Satan to renew his hatred of me, but instead, the dog simply galloped back to his dog house, and began to lick at his satisfied gentials clean. I heard Mr.Hubert's car pulling up into his drive, and decided I best not push my luck with the owner. I left my Nerfball, and climbed back over the fence while I still had the chance. I snuck back into the house, avoiding Moms calls as I ran up to my room. I peaked back out of my bedroom window, and saw ole Mr.Hubert playing with Satan. He noticed a torn piece of material on the ground mixed with the fallen leaves. He picked it up and studied for a moment, then quietly looked up at my bedroom window. I ducked behing the curtain, sure that the mean ole Hubert saw me. When I peaked back again, I saw him going into the house through the back door. "Good boy-" I heard him say."-keep those nosey kids out." "Honey, you okay?" I heard my wife say, bringing me back to the present. "Huh? Yeah, yes I'm fine, why?" Margeret didn't say anything, she merely motioned down to the enormous hardon poking out the crotch of my pajamas as I watched the girls play with Pepper. "Perhaps I can help you out with that once I get back from driving the girls over to your Mother's for Christmas." she said concerned. I thought for a minute. Pepper and ole Mr.Hue still lived next door to my parents... "Not to worry honey-" I said, grabbing up Peppers new leash and some gift wrap. "I'll drive them over myself."