Date: Mon, 19 Oct 2020 14:33:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Ken Coomber Subject: Ralph and Old Man Withers Ralph and Old Man Withers. By Ken C Nifty.org runs this website for everyone's enjoyment free of charge. But it requires money to continue operating. I urge everyone who reads Nifty.org to donate to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to allow the website to remain operating for your enjoyment. If you liked me to write more stories, or to even offer story ideas, please contact me at my email listed with the story's title. *********************************************************** Following on from "Dumb Mutt"... I found it impossible to walk around the following day without have to walk slightly bow legged as If I'd been riding a horse far too often. My sister Suzy would smirk at me whenever we saw one another and I'd mime like I was in pain around my nether region, before grinning then pointing at her as if to say "you know exactly how it feels too". At tea the following evening dad raised the subject about getting Ralph neutered that had mom's agreement, by pointing out that it was embarrassing to see a dog walking around with an almost constant erection. My sister hadn't said much before about the Great Dane pup except to complain whenever she'd catch him swinging from the clothes with his jaws clamped to a pair of her underwear. Tonight however she asked if it was fair to neuter a silly 6 month old puppy without it even realising why. She asked dad if when he'd been that young and silly, would he have liked it if his parents had had him neutered without him knowing why. The look on dad's face was priceless and one of absolute incredulity at Suzy's remark. I chipped in in support of her with a similar argument saying if it had been me, I would have wanted to bite anyone who came near me wanting to take away my gonads. Mom made it known she didn't like me saying that type of word and I laughed when asking her if she would have liked the thought of having her ovaries cut out to prevent her having any children? I carried on by adding that the pup wouldn't even know why or what its body was actually doing and that with a bit of obedience and corrective training, the whole problem could likely disappear. My sister encouraged the argument until dad finally shook his head in disbelief and surrender and told us that for the moment he wouldn't get Ralph fixed. My sister and me were told to find a place where there was puppy and dog training and to take him there for obedience training, with now my sister and I being in charge of making sure the pup didn't do anything to silly or walk around with a permanent "wet one" on show for everyone to see when Ralph was out for a walk somewhere. That night my sister and I scoured the internet looking for both a nearby dog training school as well as reading about anything concerning young male puppy's sexual traits, paying particular notice of any suggested remedies. My sister who up until when she caught me the other day with Ralph I'd always thought of as somewhat innocent, but now as she and I had decided last Friday evening (when dad always took mom out for dinner) and listening to her smuttily describe what she wanted the puppy to do to me next, left me incredulous. In my bedroom later on and looking on my laptop at sexy lingerie, I started to think who we could get for Ralph to fuck next. My mind kept switching between gay friends who "might" have a bestial kink as well as a few people I didn't particularly like and would've wanted to see get fucked senseless out of spite. I'd always had a bit of a thing against Old Man Withers who lived three houses further down the road. I'd started hating him back when I'd been about 10 or so, we used to have several other families with boy my age living nearby. For reasons unknown although our clothes line might have helped, (especially when my sister's or my mom's underwear were hung out to dry) the children used to hang out at my house most times whenever there wasn't any school. Back then my sister Suzy might have only been 4 years older than me (mom had just turned 40) but I knew from experience (because I used to borrow and wear moms and my sister's underwear all the time) that they both wore sexy undies and bras in exceptionally erotic colours. No awful full cut briefs granny undies in dull white or flesh colours for them. Nope, Mom usually wore high cut briefs and Suzy copied mom wearing the same style or bikini styles (only smaller in sizes although mom wasn't a heifer – she was a dress size 12, which was pretty good for a woman of 40 who'd had two children. Mom's panty size was 10-12 while my sister wore 6-8 but was catching up to mom in the tits, hips and butt areas fast!) Yet it was mom's tits that stood out the most (pardon the pun) about her. She wore a 38DD bra size and my 14 year old sister could only manage a size 32C, but believe me, every one of those 32 inches mattered. And to see their bra's or panties pegged out on the clothes line in colours like Purple, Lilac, Red, Emerald, Deep Blue or even the few white pairs they owned (often with matching underwear in Lycra/spandex or satin fabrics had many a 10 year old's willie hard as a nail. Where was I...Oh yeah I remember now... Because more often than not there were often racy items of lingerie on the clothes line in our backyard all the neighbouring boys used to come around to play at our house. If the backyard wasn't available for playing games in, we'd play out on the street out the front of our place. Everyone knew we did and the street inhabitants used to be careful driving down the street to avoid hitting anyone and just hope that miscued footballs or baseballs didn't hit their cars. Anyway Old Man Withers hated it whenever a ball landed in the bushes of his front yard and was forever complaining about it when he'd return it (almost always of an evening) to my parents. To hear him tell it, "I" was the instigator every time and we should be using a park to play in and not the road outside his house. Or if it wasn't some ball landing in his front yard, it was something else I'd supposedly done and each time it saw him talking to my parents about it (even if I hadn't even been there when it happened). Anyway, I really hated the old coot and could just imagine him screaming himself hoarse while Ralph fucked him senseless. Yeah, I'd enjoy seeing that sort of thing happen to HIM! So a few weeks later I came home after school to find mom running around in a panic and blubbering. She was crying and apologising to me repeatedly till I managed to get her to tell me what was actually wrong. She told me she'd driven off earlier in the day to go to the shopping mall that Ralph had jumped the fence chasing after the car (he'd never done that before although he probably could have easily jumped the fence anytime). Anyway mom saw him doing it as she drove off and seeing the dog chase after the car, sped up hoping that Ralph would stop running after the car. She'd turned at the end of the road and looking in the mirrors didn't see anymore of Ralph before driving off to the shops. But when she returned from the shops and pulled into our driveway, expecting to see Ralph on the front porch or in the bushes, he wasn't there. With tears flowing from her eyes mom earnestly told me she'd walked up and down the street several times calling out Ralph's name hoping he'd hear her and appear from wherever he'd gone, but he didn't. By now I was starting to worry. Ralph might have only been a 6 month old puppy, but a 6 month old Great Dane is huge and although he was a friendly playful pooch, he didn't have a brain in his head and would probably come bounding towards strangers hopping for a pat and scare the bejesus out of them, fearing they were going to be attacked by a savage dog. I immediately began asking mom if she'd phoned up anyone and had her tell me she hadn't blubbering she'd too busy looking for the dog. So I told we'd first up better ring the dog shelter in case someone had rung the pound reporting a stray dog loose, then after a negative there, I rang the local police, being careful to tell them that Ralph wasn't viscous, described him fully and where he'd last been seen. Getting off of the phone I told mom no one had reported him yet before telling her I'd go walk around the neighbourhood and call out his name, knowing that Ralph recognised mine and my sister's voice. The first place I headed for was the park since that was the one area Ralph would hopefully head for since this was also the only place my sister or I had ever walked him to, which turned out a dead loss although it did get me a strong chastising from one ancient biddy complaining about me shouting out her dead husband's name outside her house. Of all the luck! On the exact same way back I made sure where possible to be able to see if Ralph may be in someone's backyard as I repeatedly called out his name. The closer I got to home, my hopes of finding him faded rapidly and although I might have been 15, I really did like the lovable goofball of a pup. He was simply too gangly and awkward and friendly not too. The fact he'd fucked me silly two weeks ago and I was hoping to make the both of us a regular happy pairing was beside the point. Anyway I'd just walked past No 42 and was coming up to No 40, Old Man Wither's house, when I heard a muffled crash that sounded like it had come from inside No 40. At first I thought it might have been Old Man Withers falling over and as much as I detested the old cunt, wouldn't have wanted him to be lying on the floor somewhere hurt and unable to move. So I walked into the front yard and knocked on the door, to hear total silence. I called out his name (NO not you old cunt, but Mr Withers) and heard a familiar scuffling sound. I knocked hurriedly again and "thought" I heard Ralph's whine so quickly running around to the back gate and letting myself in there, I dashed up to the back door and found the door handle turning in my hand and opened the door. Inviting myself in and also calling out who was there, I walked through the kitchen and into the long hallway with rooms on both sides and the front door at the end of it. I could now hear Ralph's whining as well as his paws scrabbling on the timber floorboards till I looked into an opened doorway and found Ralph awkwardly standing next to Mr Withers on three legs who himself was down on all fours, naked and obviously with Ralph's cock in his arse both looking up at me. Ralph's look was one of expectation of me helping him out, while Old Man Withers face showed he was blushing bright red, possibly in embarrassment as well as being in some physical discomfort himself. Finding Ralph was safe although also in some difficulties had me look more closely at the situation confronting me. Old Man Withers was totally naked with none of his clothes lying on the floor anywhere in the room. A small glass topped coffee table nearby had an opened tube of KY on it which had been squeezed in slightly. There was also a smell in the room I was quite familiar with of semen mixed in with faecal matter and smeg as well as seeing the sheen of fluids on the timber floor under and around Old Man Wither's butt and legs. Ralph's whining had me immediately making up my mind without saying a word. Old Man Wither's first words only decided it for me to help Ralph first. "Kid, get this fucken mongrel off me, so I can call the pound and get him taken away and put down". So I helped Ralph to get his other hind leg off of Wither's back and carefully repositioned him, quite painfully in Old Man Withers case till they were finally butt to butt. I then went over and sat down on a lounge chair to marshal my thoughts carefully while Old Man Wither's bitched about me doing nothing and I'd be arrested and thrown into the nearest juvenile detention center. Quickly understanding now that the Old Man must have somehow lured Ralph into his house and why, I took out my mobile and started videoing the knotted pair as well as showing the slightly used open tube of KY lubricant on the coffee table, using my own words to describe what I thought may have possibly happened. I then took about a dozen photos including close ups of Ralph's cock firmly stuck inside Old Man Withers arse as well as the puddle of sperm and smeg under him as well as on his legs and anywhere else on him I could see. "Have you liked being Ralph's bitch?" I asked the old bastard. "I bet when everyone sees the photos of the two of you, you'll have a lot of explaining to do" I said sarcastically. Before I'd spoken, Old Man Withers had been making death stares at me, but as soon as I began talking I could see his angry façade crumble before my eyes knowing he'd been caught and no one would ever believe him if he tried to deny everything, especially the local church he worshipped at. I then went out to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of water for Ralph, who I had no idea how long he'd been knotted to the old man for. I returned to place the bowl in front of Ralph who immediately started drinking, while also handing a glass of water to Old Man Withers which he took and drank before surprisingly thanking me. "Hey, look kid, I know you and I didn't see eye to eye when you were younger, but that's water under the bridge and I don't hold no grudges" he told me while chuckling self depreciatingly. "So I'll give you $500 if you get your dog out of me, delete off your phone those pictures you took and NEVER say another word to anyone about this". He might have assumed my silence was me thinking about his offer, but I wasn't. This was ecstasy to me, pure gold that no amount of money could equal. I began undressing and as I did, Old Man Withers eyes became glued to every movement I made. After the shoes and socks and on seeing the red satin camisole I had on (which was my sister's – an unauthorised borrowing) after I took off my shirt, his eyes started to glaze over and I could see his body tense. When he saw the matching pair of high cut satin briefs he seemed to shiver. I stiffened very quickly so his eyes were soon aimed at the front of my out stretched panties as I walked over to him and rubbed them over his face, before turning around and lowering them and positioning myself over his face till I could feel his mouth kiss my butt and then his tongue started to find a way inside me. "Oh god yes" I moaned before adding "did Ralph use his tongue on you, it feels incredible if he licks inside you" I told him, now wanting to have someone's tongue in my arse. "How long have you and Ralph been tied" I asked and found out it had been about 2 hours ago. "I can see a few scratches on you Mr err ah..." and I found out my nemesis called himself Carl. "He fucked ME like a machine LAST time Carl" I told him wondering how he'd react to hearing that. "You're kidding me?" he said, to have me tell him I wasn't and see the look of stunned disbelief on his face. He wasn't embarrassed any more at being caught like this and was actually curious, so I was going to make certain I'd have an enthusiastic friend and helper living several doors away in the future if ever I needed one. "Ahh so Gary, how did you umm, you know, argh, umm, teach him how to fuck you" he asked and since we now appeared to be on a first name basis I told him all about how Ralph's balls had only recently dropped down but for last few months he'd been trying to mount anything that moved humorously telling Carl about my mom and Ralph. "Carl, getting Ralph to get on my back wasn't that easy. It took me a lot of Friday nights as well as whenever no one else was home for me to get him used to the idea of even mounting me let alone mounting and fucking me. Then about 3 weeks back, I was presenting myself for him again and I was down on my hands and knees when after a few false starts, his cock found my backdoor and before I knew it he'd kicked it in and smashed it" I told Carl. "It fucking hurt and burned and before I could stop him it felt like my arse was being ripped apart and I was knotted to his big thick gorgeous cock inside me" as I felt Carl's tongue lightly brushing my ball sack. "Ohh god yes keep doing that to me" I told him. "But the best part was having my sister walk into the back room where Ralph was drilling me and see Ralph and me fucking like titans" I told him which saw Carl's tongue delve in as far as possible while I pushed back against it. "I even talked Suzy into trying Ralph too and she almost lost her anal cherry before I got him aimed at the right hole" I told him laughing loudly and having him join in. I then stood up straight and asked him if Ralph had been as fast mounting him and learned how Old Man Withers had seen Ralph trotting up and down the road somewhat confused, so he'd simply called out to him and Ralph had quickly rushing inside. He described how his rocket was prominently on display and that Carl had tried to suck him off which had seen him swallowing a lot of his precum before going and getting himself lubed up and undressed before going back downstairs and kneeling down on all fours. He claimed he hadn't even steadied himself before Ralph was up on his back with his front paws dragging himself further up onto his back and his tip poking Carl's nuts viciously. I laughed and said I'd had the very same thing happen to me and told him how I dropped down slightly and suddenly I was impaled internally, with Carl agreeing the exact same thing happened to him. "How many times has he cum in you" I asked and Carl said he had no idea but said he was worried we'd have to call for Paramedics to get his cock out. I looked down at the join and assured Carl THAT wouldn't be necessary, but that the extraction might be painful even after Ralph's cock had deflated somewhat. "But right now Carl, you know what?" I told him. "I'm really stirred up back there thanks to your tongue and YOU'RE going to need to wait for Ralph's cock to deflate more, so I think I just might take me a little advantage of your present situation and get YOU to get ME and Ralph's nuts emptied while you're down on all fours and enjoying being fucked silly" I told him happily. "We just need to make sure that Ralph's plumbing is flowing properly and filling you up entirely, then when he's finished impregnating you, we can get him out of you" and I placed my hand on the rump of Ralph's tail and his back, then started massaging it heavily. "What the fuck" Carl exclaimed suddenly as the start of further strong jets of warm dog sperm started spraying his insides, which I calmly told him Ralph wasn't finished impregnating him yet and promised Carl it would all be OK before adding "We girlie bottoms need to satisfy our men properly don't we Carl honey?" Suddenly he realised I knew his hidden submissive leanings and was in full agreement as he looked up at me smiling and nodded. "Fill your bitch full of puppies Ralph" he said then moaned again, now in pleasure at finally accepting the idea he was submissively girlie too. I then took off my panties and knelt down on all fours and shuffled back into Old Man Withers, telling him to fold his arms and drop his head down resting on them before soon feeling his tongue once again wrestling to get into my back door with long slow firm tongue licks. Soon afterwards, I managed to turn around and lie on my back with my legs now on and across Carl's shoulders, which allowed his tongue complete access to my arse, balls and cock. I managed to get him to lift his up just far enough so he could have his mouth on my cock when I blew a thick load down his throat. He didn't even question me when I commanded him to rise back up on all fours again and I went and stood in front of him before placing my cock in his mouth and gripping his head firmly before telling him to be a good girl now and to swallow everything without stopping, before I pissed a long steady stream into his mouth and down his throat, with only a little leaking out of the side of his mouth. In return and soon after having obtained an old towel out of his linen closet, I laid under him and noisily sucked him off too, which had him shrieking in ecstasy and then realising that his reflex anal clamping spurred Ralph to impregnate him yet again, which when he told me what was happening had me cheekily telling him I knew it would happen. "When it's my turn next Carl, I want you to make sure you get Ralph to keep impregnating me till I swell up like a balloon" and he assured he would. Shortly after 6pm my mobile rang and since I'd already phoned mom and told her I'd found Ralph a few houses away, I'd used the excuse of getting Ralph used to other people and that we'd be home by 6.30. That allowed me 30 more minutes to help Carl get ready for the withdrawal. Knowing how much it had hurt me with Ralph pulling out of me I gently gagged Carl's mouth to muffle any screams, before I slowly eased Ralph's bloated cock out from inside him, causing the inevitable messy flow and the need to ensure Carl made it safely to the shower where we discussed the turn of events this afternoon. Both of us happily agreed that the end result, although somewhat messy was certainly worth it and Carl told me he knew how to douche properly before I headed four houses up with a tail wagging but rocket absent Ralph accompanying me. I also had a new place to hang out and let Ralph breed me now and Ralph had another bitch too.