extreme beastiality

Having read all the rules, guidelines, recommendations and such, he decides against any better judgement he may have, to attempt to write a story. He smokes a bit, then looks for a cigarette.

He's been unsucessfully attempting to meet women online. In addition to his desire to meet actual females, as opposed to 'i'm female on the internet' females, he seldom finds anyone to share specific stories with. They're always asking for pictures, and webcam access, but the 'females', of course, never have a camera. He curses this critical difference between women and men while knowing that if it wasn't this way, it wouldn't be as interesting.

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Still feeling the effects of watching his neighbor walk outside naked-not an unusual event, he decides to read some stories rather than search the images that never quite capture what it's really like.

The neighbor often runs to remove her clothing from the clothes line, but today their dog off his cable. John watches, peeping through the blinds, hard as a rock.

He didn't really find the neighbor attractive; she was nice enough, and attractive enough, but for some reason the attraction wasn't there. But this time, she's out with her dog.
Having had some experience with what happens when naked people are around large male dogs, he was doing what comes naturally. Then, watching the dog get closer as she reached up to unclip a long white dress, and he was right in front of her.

It was all he could do not to come right then, but he decided to wait, just a little longer…he's so close… But no, she grabs the dress and is off to grab a t-shirt, brushing him with the dress as she went. Just one more second, he thinks, he's totally going to put his tongue right in there. He's waiting for that. Just wants to see her face, wishing he could open his blinds and show her what she had done to him.
The window is huge, and only a foot from the roof as well as the floor. He's almost slender at 5' 11'' and maybe 175 lbs. and he's so turned on that he's not even sure if he remembers how to come…and then she's putting her clothes in the basket…and the dog is coming right behind her and then… she's in the door. Dog still outside.

Totally frustrated, he continues to masturbate furiously. Too furiously. He's past that point; continuing would be a waste of time.

He almost starts calling friends. So ready to have his orgasm he frantically pulls up images on the computer. It's too slow. The images are nice, but there's so little connection to them. It's more about being 'taken' than seeing what it looks like from an image.

He fantasizes, thinking about a particular summer. He was staying with some friends. There was this girl. She was attractive, and he would have loved to have a little alone time with her.

Jake, she yelled, get over here. Jake hapily abandoned whatever had previously kept his attention. A large Shepherd with a dark face came bounding into the basement. It was summer, there were a lot of the neighborhood people coming and going. It wasn't a party really, just the place where a lot of people tended to end up. There was beer, but mostly they were there because there were three attractive women living there.

It was getting late, he imagined that there were three or four people hanging out, but he was only interested in one girl.

Jake came bouncing into the room, long hair raising and lowering as he ran to Julie. She knealt down to greet him and he almost knocked her over. He drank his beer in an attempt to obscure the fact that he was looking straight up her skirt.

She knew she had a power over him. The shy boy in the corner, watching TV, taking a sip of his beer. She secretly smiled at him as she pretended not to notice him gawking up her skirt.

Hey John, she asks, How's that beer doing? A slight shoulder shrug and he's invited upstairs. A minute later and she's pouring a shot. She's a pretty thing, certainly smaller than him, but somehow she seems larger, stronger maybe…some sort of control. It's clear that she wants something, but what?

Not one to pass up good vodka, he has a shot, and then it's three. It turned out that a 6-pack and three shots was enough to loosen his tongue a bit. Flirting isn't his strong suit. She laughs, but can't tell if it's good or not. He starts thinking about heading home. The dog bounces into the room and up onto his lap.

In a comical series of maneuvers while trying to avoid the dog, he somehow ends up under the dog. He's in a vice-like grip. He can almost get up, but he's dragging the dog with him. She laughs some more. Shut up Julie, is all he can say. Clearly interested in watching him, he strives to keep her attention. He finally feels like he has her attention.

Laughing, but not as much, she calls the dog. He doesn't respond. She laughs and says just let him finish. He looks to her as if to say "really?"

As he waits for her to say something, dog firmly around his hips, bucking and humping wildly through his thin slacks, he starts to realize that he's soaked. It had to soak through his underwear before he realized exactly how horny this dog was.

Adding insult to injury, her friend comes into the room. Still being humped wildly he hears her begin to laugh immediately. Kind of suspicious, really. Julie giggles and tells her that she should pull down his pants.

Still thinking this is a joke, and that he's entertaining Julie, he sarcastically asks, 'can I get up now?' right as Christine pulled down his pants, barely missing his underwear. He felt everything now. A huge, very hard cock was bumping dangerously hard against strained fabric.

Embarassed, and with great effort, he finally rolls onto his back, finally seeing exactly what was poking him. A very hard cock stood almost halfway out of it's sheath. Squirting, still, all over the front of his pants.

Very funny, he sheepishly states as he walks to the bathroom.

Cleaned up, still drunk and strangely aroused by what had just happened, he comes back to the girls. Christine has gone to bed, Julie looks like she's ready to pass out.

They chat, but it's clear that Julie is disappointed. He goes home.

A week later…late in the evening, John is walking by, hoping to see Julie. It's dark and he has a passing thought that he could peep on Julie, but he didn't want to get caught.

Hey John, she yelled, come visit! She was drinking again. Probably as drunk as he's ever seen her. He obliged.

On the couch with Julie, chatting about random things, Jake wandered over and pretended to be a lap dog, only it wasn't her lap, and he wasn't trying to lay down.

His penis was halfway out and looked almost purple, and the huge knot was clearly visible below his long fur, when she said she had to get ready for bed, but that I could stay for just a bit longer. Finish your beer, have a shot for the road she said as she walked into her bathroom.

Now alone and all but being attacked by the thing, John started to get aroused, and realized that he might catch a glimpse of her, maybe the door is open… He gets up, dragging a huge humping dog and promptly trips when he grabs the other leg.

Just in time to fall down in front of Julie, now wearing a long white t-shirt. So close to being able to see her panties, if she actually had any, he momentarily forgot about the dog, who had now started to hump him with more vigor.

The laughing again. She's almost slurring but, she's still doing a fine job of standing, when she says 'if you stop fighting, he'll quit'. He knows it's not going to stop, but she really seems to like it. She really seems like she wants to see this. He doesn't believe it but, while he's fighting the dog off, he's starting to find it arousing. There's no concealing how turned on he is, if she only looked.

Bent over, feeling the warm hug of arms, his thin pants can barely stop his penis from going just a little too far. Ow. He's got me, he yells. He's really embarassed and really turned on, and while he knows he shouldn't be doing this, she seems to really enjoy it, and probably wont remember anything tomorrow.

He stays there, knealt down. Don't you like it, she asks, still pretending to be innocent. He gives her another 'no really?' look and she says 'just let him finish'.

This sort of thing happened several times. They never talked about it other than when they were actually doing it. Somehow, between being embarassed about being mounted and completely soaked and the encouragement from Julie, he found himself at her house almost every day. He could hardly wait for his secret visits.
For several months, almost every day he would sneak into their back yard, and into a small storage building where the dog liked to stay on hot summer days. He became addicted to the whole scenario. Even when Julie wasn't around, he would pretend she was there, begging him to 'let the dog do his thing', then get embarassed even after the intensely strong orgasms that it caused, then swearing that he'd never do it again.

One day he was really turned on. He was out of control. He found himself needing more. He loved the feeling of the warm fur on his bare skin. He loved the feeling of being overpowered and forced to do as he was 'told'. He finally decided to stop teasing the dog, to finally give him what he wanted.

Alone in a neighbors' hot shed he removed all of his clothing. He didn't have to wait long before the dog had knocked him down. Rough claws dug into his soft hips as he felt him stab and stab again. He barely kept himself from yelling Ouch. Then at once, he was in, humping away like a jackhammer. He wondered if he had gone too far, but there was no stopping it now. Feeling the knot expanding as it slid in and out threatening to tie them together.
He imagined Julie watching, approving…maybe even finally having sex, or at least a kiss, but knowing that she could catch him at any time, he felt rather smug that she would be pleased, and he wouldn't be in trouble. He found that while he really didn't want to get caught, the fantasy of being caught turned him on immensely.

He started to imagine what would happen if his knot did get stuck inside. How long would it take to go soft? What if someone else caught him? What if Julie saw him and freaked out, or told someone? What if it was one of her friends?

He started to question himself. Wondering what it all meant. Wondering how big of a freak he was for finding it enjoyable. Wondering how he became so addicted. Wondering how long it was going to take before the dog finally released him.

Face down, knees buried in the dirt floor he felt him coming. He could feel every movement, every pulse of Jakes huge cock, swelling and filling him as he came. With a huge sigh the dog finally stopped, still inside the formerly 'straight' John, still throbbing.

He often wondered if Julie ever did anything with Jake. He almost caught her once, she even had the telltale dirty knees, but if she did, he never knew for sure.

He's still thinks about Julie, wonders if she ever thinks about him and if she's still waiting for a playmate for her friend. He's pretty sure that she had been fooling around with Jake from before, during and after she left the neighborhood, and that if only he had done what she asked when she asked it, she would have finally slept with him, or at least let him watch them together. Sadly, he thinks she wanted to show him everything but was too afraid. He never would have told anyone but she wasn't the trusting sort. It's likely that he blew his chance.

After Julie and the rest of them moved away, John found himself really missing those days, but appreciated all the fantasies that it spawned, and hopes to find a woman who's truly open-minded very soon.