Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2010 17:45:44 -0600
From: bowwowoyo@hotmail.com
Subject: Blackie and Brownie, My Doggy Lovers

DISCLAIMER: This story contains explicit zoophile lovemaking between a man
and two dogs. If you are not of legal age, please leave the archive
immediately. If not, please enjoy this sexpiggish account.

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Brownie and Blackie, My Doggy Lovers

One day back in July I was walking back from the local Walmart's past the
house I had been living at the year before, and I heard some dogs barking
in the back yard. I hadn't seen any new tenants entering the place, so I
figured I'd check on it, and meet my new neighbors, if people had moved in
now.

The house appeared to be still unoccupied. But in the fenced, enclosed back
yard, there were two medium-sized dogs, one black, with hound-doggish
lines, and one brown, a little stockier, both of them obvious non-pure-bred
dogs. They excitedly jumped against the fence door as I petted them.
Looking down, I saw that the brown dog had his balls. I at first thought
the black one was a bitch, but then, looking more carefully, I discovered
that, yay, he had balls too, but he was just not completely developed. Oh
wow, I'm thinking. My dick stirred in my shorts.

I looked behind me; the fence covered 3 out of four directions. I made sure
no one was looking, and leaned over and offered my mouth to the black
dog. BOTH dogs immediately eagerly began tonguing me, digging their
slurping tongues together into my wide-open mouth! They kept on for several
minutes, with me taking an occasional furtive look behind me, and then
going back to their mouths. I knew I HAD to meet their masters, find out
what their schedules were, and come back whenever it was safe and have sex
with these dogs, who really seemed to be interested in doing it with me.

The next day, I couldn't have been luckier. I had noticed that a large
water trough that had been left outside for the dogs was almost empty, and
I got the idea that bringing my

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new friends some water would be a good excuse for me to be behind the fence
with them. So I went back to the house to get some gallon jugs of water,
and came back and got over the fence with the dogs. They were all over me,
clamoring for physical affection, which I gave them while I was pouring my
gallons of water into their drinking container. After I had poured it all
in, I went back around the house in the backyard and started to really get
into making out with these two great kissers.

But I hadn't been at it more than 3-4 minutes before I heard a voice call
out. Shocked at first, I quickly gathered my jugs up and went to the gate,
where I met a fellow who had stopped. I welcomed him to the neighborhood,
and explained that I had seen these dogs, their trough was near empty, and
I thought I'd come in and fill it up. He said he appreciated that. I asked
him what the dogs' names were, and he said he hadn't given them names,
because they weren't really his, he was just holding them until he could
find a home for them. He knew my landlord, whose house this also was. We
hit it off well, and he told me he was back about once a day to be sure
they were all right. I told him I'd visit them once in a while. After small
talk, mostly about the landlord and the weather, the dogs fed and watered,
he drove off.

Oh, yes indeedy I was going to visit them! All afternoon and evening I
could think of nothing else. By 2 AM there were no lights on at the house
next to what was going to be my dog sex yard. I looked around and hopped
over the fence gate, where the dogs were so excited that it was hard to get
my feet on the ground on the other side. But once I was over, they jumped
and jumped against me, leading me and following me by turns to a flat,
sandy patch on the west end of the yard. I was taking off my shirt as we
wandered over to it, and when I got there, amid desperate licking, slurping
dog mouths locked to mine, I got my pants off and lay down where they could
overwhelm me, do anything to me they wanted.

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Mostly what they wanted was to lock mouths. Blackie in particular was a
slurping tongue and mouth. Sometimes I would take his whole muzzle, nose
and all, inside my mouth and just lick and lick his slurping tongue and
magnificent teeth as he dug his own tongue into my throat. And other times
he would open his mouth real, real wide, and I would plunge my whole face
into him, actually licking his throat, while his teeth dug against my
cheeks. We were tasting each other completely!

Both dogs would always find somewhere else to lick while their partner was
concentrating on my mouth. Brownie really loved my dick from the first time
he found it, hard and dripping precum. As he licked it and licked it, he
gave me plenty of lubrication, and I masturbated quietly but
frenziedly. Several times I got on my knees (usually I lay on my back so
that these dogs would see my total submission to them) and slapped my butt,
trying to get one of them (I figured Brownie because his dick was fat and
mature) to mount me. But neither of them seemed to be interested in that
this evening.

I knew no one was watching or listening to us have sex, but at least this
first night I thought I'd better not take too long. After half an hour or
so of frenzied lovemaking, in which I got both of them hard and humping,
and got a good drink from both dog penises (but nothing like I planned and
did later), finally I rolled back over on my back and, with one dog's mouth
locked to mine, and another dog licking my penis, belly, face and anywhere
else he decided to, I shot cum all over my belly. What an orgasm!
Immediately Brownie leaped for it and completely licked it off, and
continued to lick my crotch for several minutes afterwards as Blackie and I
more slowly mouthed each other in my afterglow.

I was absolutely amazed: it was as though Blackie really knew the
difference between the maximum-strength, straining kisses of rising lust
and the slower, satisfied kisses of the

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time after climax! Where did he learn to be such a lover, I wondered. I got
up and got my clothes on. I could feel the sandy dirt in my hair and on my
back. I knew I smelled like dog, like saliva and cum. What a wallow it had
been! I was starting to feel the urgency of urination, and when I got back
to my house, 4 doors away, I tore off my clothes immediately again, threw
legs over head and poured nearly a pint of bitter post-orgasm piss down my
throat, then stroked myself to a second, howling orgasm in my back room
masturbatorium.

I knew I'd be back for more the next night, and every night. That afternoon
I checked on the dogs, and I saw their keeper-- he was not, apparently,
interested in being their master-- had filled the food trough, and there
was still 3 or 4 gallons of water in the water trough. He would not be back
until the next day, I noted with satisfaction, and so I sat around
masturbating and urinating into myself, licking my armpits and picking my
nose, enjoying my sweaty filthiness, until about midnight. Then I put on my
shorts and a dark teeshirt, and headed down to the dogs' yard again.

They were just as excited as the first time. When I got over the fence,
they almost knocked me down, and this time, they led me to our lovemaking
spot, turning around every other moment to see whether I was following. I
was of course, and when I got my clothes off and lay down they were all
over me again, writhing and wiggling and panting as they tongued my mouth
and face.

I craved their buttholes. I had had one good butthole-licking time with
Sprinkles, the bitch next door, but this was different, these were male
dogs, and good willing butthole lickers were liable to be good butthole
fuckers! I spread my butt cheeks as wide as I could, and sure enough
Brownie, who had already demonstrated his love for dick, showed me he loved
butthole, too! At first he just licked, but once he got going, he was
digging

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his tongue right up in my rectum, while Blackie returned to what he
obviously liked the most, locking mouths with his dogman lover.

I had not showered since our last night's tryst. I grinned at what a
stinking, depraved, dirty man I was. Again I was wallowing naked on the
bare earth, rolling around and embracing my doggie lovers, as I knew them
by now to be. I picked at my nose and got a big piece of snot out of my
right nostril, and fed it to Brownie as he too tongued my mouth, then my
face and up my nose.

When Blackie came back from a short wander, it was time to start my
favorite thing with him, licking his butthole. I love licking dog
anus. Buttlicking has always been a supreme turnon for me, and after the
donkey-butthole licking of June overseas, I knew I wanted my tongue up
inside these lovely dogs' buttholes! Blackie rolled over immediately. He
was, I had decided, an anal submissive dog, a rare, magnificent find. I lay
down with my head in his crotch, tonguing and tonguing his belly and
sheath, and eventually spending quite a bit of time tongue-docking, licking
Blackie's penis with my tongue all the way inside his sheath. I stretched
his tail out straight, along the ground, and began digging my tongue into
Blackie's sweet little butthole. God, it tasted so good! Not overpoweringly
rank, just ALL DOG. I took time to dig my nose into the anus, panting,
abandoned in my animal lust, by turns masturbating and having Brownie lick
my penis.

I dug a finger into Blackie's rectum-- shallow, at first, but when it was
clear that Blackie did indeed enjoy being anally penetrated, I went in
right up to my hand, and probed his insides with my whole finger. When I
pulled it out, I knew that I'd be licking dog shit off my finger, eating
dog shit fresh from a dog's rectum for the first time. I plunged it into my
mouth, and felt a couple of little pieces of turd on it. I licked them off
eagerly. I almost came at the thought that I was now a dog shit eating
man. I

6.  couldn't get too much dirtier than that, licking animal buttholes and
licking dog shit off my fingers.

Panting and moaning quietly, I went back to Blackie's mouth. I wanted dog
teeth inside my mouth, dog tongue down my throat. My own teeth clashed with
his sometimes as I opened my throat wide for his slurping tongue. Brownie
came around to my mouth again, and for several minutes on end I felt the
ecstasy of the doggie-human 3-way kiss, both dogs' tongues deep in my mouth
and nose, one slurping my face when the other wanted to dig deep inside me,
my face covered with dirt and saliva as we all three drooled on each other
in our passionate kissing.

I was covered with dust and dirt, still trying to keep my dick hand (my
left) relatively clean, but not really caring much; masturbating and
masturbating, while stroking their dicks with the other hand. This time I
was determined to have a full drink from Brownie, the mature one. After
masturbating him until his knot was out of his sheath and fully engorged, I
pulled the penis under him and began to suck him, and he stood still and
let me drink from his penis. Spurt, spurt. I could feel the juice pulse
from his penis, the familiar sweet but fleshy taste of his penis mixing
with the vague saltiness of his sperm. Blackie came over and licked my face
and mouth as I sucked on 6 inches of his partner's fat red sperming penis,
drinking and drinking his sperm, and once in a while removing it from my
mouth to let his cum trickle down my grinning face.

We had been making love for at least an hour this time when Brownie decided
he wanted more dick. He pulled himself away, hard dick swinging beneath
him, and went to town on my penis again. I was amazed at how expert he was
at using the right pressure, licking my dick against my belly, and never
allowing his teeth to touch the penis! This dog was truly a natural
cocksucker! In ten more minutes I couldn't hold back. Brownie had brought

7.  me to orgasm using his tongue, the only dog that has ever been able to
do this. He drank my cum right out of my dick as I spasmed. This time I
didn't wait around in afterglow, I dutifully put on my clothes, and hopped
back over the fence, with both dogs clamoring-- pleading, it was clear--
for me not to leave.

The next night I knew I had to leave at midnight for an out-of state gig,
but I was determined to make love with my boys at least once more. I'd be
gone for four days-- they might not be here by the time I returned. I knew
I'd have to get all cleaned up after tonight's session (I was now 2 1/2
days, and two dogsex sessions, since my last wash. I was smelling
satisfyingly stinky.), but I'd make that sacrifice willingly! As soon as
the sun went down (and seeing that again the next-door neighbors were not
at home), I climbed over the fence to my boys. There was still quite a bit
of activity in the adjoining Walmart parking lot, but I was sure nobody was
listening, and we weren't making any noise (at least the dogs weren't, and
I kept my own panting and moaning soft) that would give away the fact that
there was a man having abandoned sex with two dogs right under the nose of
anyone who happened to pass through the parking lot.

I went right for Blackie's mouth as quick as I lay down in our patch of
lovemaking dirt. He was completely lost in his own passion. Sometimes he
would get his whole lower jaw into my mouth, and I could feel his canine
teeth against the inside of my cheeks. I had to be a little careful about
this, because I would have a difficult time explaining a cheek punctured
from the inside. Holding both sides of his head, I kept our mouths
full-frontally against each other, as we panted into each other's slurping,
wide-open faces.

I knew Brownie was beginning to get the idea about mounting. He made the
customary doggy gesture, when I was on my knees, head lying in the dirt,
encouraging him by slapping my butt, of extending his paw and rubbing me
with it. His dick was hard, on its own, without

8.  my masturbating it. I really thought he would get in the saddle,
penetrate and plough me. His knot was not so big. I was ready for a knot
that size even without lubrication, for I had been dildoing myself a lot
lately, and my butthole was ready to be royally fucked. But he still didn't
go for it. In fact, he never went for it during the entire five nights (and
a broad daylight session) we made love.

I might have been disappointed, if my two lovers had not been so totally
into everything else I love.  But the band would be arriving at the house
at midnight, and we were heading west. I made this a short session, cumming
as the dogs mouthed my face and mouth, and then, reluctantly heading for my
shower. I was stinking in my coating of 3 days of dog saliva, my saliva,
shit and cum-- I rolled right into a fresh turd as I was wallowing with
them tonight, and walked home with the residue still making a large,
filthy, dirt-encrusted blotch on my elbow-- and I wanted to stay dirty, and
keep on getting dirtier. I looked at my dust-smeared, unshaven face in the
mirror, dirt and grass matted in my shortish hair, and all I could think
was, "yep, I've got THIS right!" But shower and shave I did, and went off
to my "normal" life, hoping that my canine lovers would still be there when
I got back.

As soon as the band had dropped me off, four days later, and left, the
first thing I did was go down four doors and see whether my lovers were
still there. All I had to do was say, "Hey, doggies," and there they were,
running to meet me and lock mouths with me, standing at the gate. I saw
that there was no car at the neighbors', and my lust overwhelmed all other
feelings. I have long overcome any feelings of guilt about my love of
animal sex. I know I'm a sexpig, and I know I always will be. I love it!  I
had to have my boys right then. I looked around and hopped the fence, at 10
in the morning, and me and the boys delightedly bounded to our lovemaking
wallow (we we had

9.  created a real trough in the ground by now) in the dirt patch we had
made our coupling place. Licking each other's faces, panting excitedly, we
got down to it.  Right away, as though it's what he had been waiting for,
Blackie turned from a short mouthlick and pushed his butt in my face. I
lifted his tail and dug my whole face into his perineum, tonguing and
tonguing his black little anus, while Brownie found the dick he loved and
licked and licked me, giving me time sometimes to masturbate, licking my
hand and my penis simultaneously as I stroked myself. Just like Sprinkles
the bitch does it, I thought to myself. I was stroking my penis and his
tongue with my hand, while Blackie was pushing his ass into my face.

I took a big bunch of saliva and worked it into his butthole, thinking
perhaps he'd let me fuck him. After licking off my dog-shit-covered finger
a couple of times, I got behind him and tried, but he was just too small
yet. Still, it was an incredible turnon to know that he really wanted it,
really loved to have things-- at least, my things-- up his butt. I went
back to tonguing his rectum, digging my tongue up beyond his sphincter and
tasting his insides.

At one point Brownie decided he had to have a taste of what I was enjoying
so much, and began licking Blackie's butt too. I wondered if Blackie would
let another dog have anal sex with him-- some REALLY don't-- but I didn't
wonder much, seeing as how they were so at ease with putting both their
tongues in my mouth together. Watching them do this, knowing that these
dogs were just as homosexual as I am, put me over the edge, and I came all
over myself, a thick, creamy sperming, because I hadn't cum for four
days. I scooped up half of it and ate it myself, and showed Brownie where
the rest was. He had it slurped up in a few seconds.

I put clothes on and took off to get some sleep. I knew that if I was ever
able to retire, I would just get myself a couple of male dogs, effectively
lock myself in a

10.  secure place and do nothing from then on but have animal sex, as many
times a day as my dogs wanted. I was coated in dirt and dog saliva again,
and lay down on my filthy bed which I have soaked in sweat, piss, cum,
olive oil and saliva over the last couple of years. Sheets? What's the
point? I love to wallow in bodily fluids, and the dirtier the mattress
gets, the better I like it. I oiled myself up and stroked to another orgasm
before I slept, falling asleep lying there with my belly covered in
sperm. I knew I'd have a good caking of it waiting for me that evening, for
me to scrape off my skin, out of my pubic hairs, and eat.

After waking up, and eating the caked cum off my belly, and some good
pieces of snot from my nose, I went in to the "piss-atorium"-- a place in
my living room with a ledge where I can curl my toes under after having
thrown my legs over my head in preparation for urinating into my mouth--
and drained my first deep yellow, salty urination of the day down my
throat.

I love drinking piss (and, more lately, eating shit, human and animal). I
am my own toilet, my own urinal and shithole. I record every piss I take
into myself, and at an approximate 12-16 ounces per urination, I have
recorded something between 23 and 28 gallons of piss gurgling down my
throat since last October. Some days I will just take a random deep yellow
horsepiss or two into myself, and then some days I will declare a "piss
day" and drink urination after urination, helping it along with coffee,
because coffee is such an excellent diuretic. I have drank as many as 24
pisses in a day, having drank as much as a gallon of water over 2 or 3
hours, besides my dosage of coffee. In fact, I'm drinking a quart of strong
iced coffee as I write this, because I'm going to piss into myself at least
a couple of times today.

I had to shower tuesday for a meeting, but I had not washed since tuesday
afternoon, and

11.  I poured a couple of full-strength, deep yellow pisses into my mouth
when I came home, sometimes overflowing a little, and when I do, the urine
trickles down my chin and neck and chest. I am looking at my unshaven face
and disheveled hair, and I know only another wallowing sexpig would love me
like this! I am beginning to feel the urgency of an impending urination,
and I know I'll be drinking myself down soon, for the first time of the
day.

(Aside: 3 big pisses today so far, each bigger than the last, now, after I
now have finished this narration and am proofreading. They're exactly the
way coffee piss should be-- not bitter, not salty, just really URINARY. I
am SUCH a toilet! Yuuuummm!!)

After pissing into myself, I returned to my masturbation room, where I lay
around and stroked my penis to a couple of orgasms over the space of 6-8
hours of intermittent masturbation. Sometimes I just lie there, moaning and
groaning in lust, digging my own smells and sounds, and sometimes I play
the urine-drinking, shit-and-snot-eating and animal sex tapes I have made
over time for my amusement. I lie here making love to myself as I listen to
me make love to myself, and pour urination after urination down my
throat. But I knew I'd be heading down to see my boys before the night was
over, so I held myself off to two cums. I knew I would have no problem
cumming 3, or 4, or 5 times any given day with incentive like Blackie and
Brownie were giving me, but I wanted to give Brownie (who by this point had
established himself as the #1 sperm-licker) a good load to enjoy.

About midnight I checked on the neighbors, and though there was a car
there, all the lights were off, and it was time to visit my doggy lovers
again. God were they happy to see me! We went right to our sex wallow, as I
tore my shorts off (it was all I had worn on this very hot, sweaty
night.). I didn't think the boys could possibly be more enthusiastic, but
Blackie lay down right on top of me, and we rubbed our bellies together

12.  as we tongued and tongued each other's hungry mouths, Brownie
sometimes joining in.

I was completely overcome with lust and love-- yes, I could feel it-- love
for my two insatiable doggy lovers. I licked and licked their entire dirty
bodies, legs, faces, bellies, tails. Butts! Every time one of the boys
would sit down in the dirt, I would lick his dirty butt when he returned to
the lovemaking. I was intensely aroused by licking the earth off of these
dogs, adding saliva as I did so that when they rolled around some more,
there would be even more dirt matted on their bodies for me to lick
off. For the one and only time Brownie let me dig my tongue into his pink
butthole, while Blackie took a turn at licking my dick.

Breaking off that coupling suddenly, Brownie came around to the back of me,
lying on my back. Blackie jumped off and began slurping my mouth
again. Brownie began to return the rectum-licking favor, and I spread my
butt cheeks as wide as I possibly could so he would have full access to my
rectum with his tongue. He slurped and slurped me, and I could feel his
front teeth against my anus as he dug his tongue up inside me. I knew he
would never bite me, but knew he was trying to get his whole snout right up
inside my anus.

After 15 minutes of this non-stop anal pleasure, I pulled him around to me
where both of the boys could mouth me simultaneously, and shot my cum,
moaning a bit louder this time as I did, because I was pretty sure by now
that no one was anywhere close enough to hear my zoophile ecstasy. Pulling
back on my shorts, I headed for the house, where I had to stroke myself
again before drifting off to sleep on my filthy bed, tonight's session
adding to the mattress's coating of dirt and bodily fluids.  I just
urinated down my throat again, pouring a pint of full-strength coffee piss
into myself. I didn't even go in and use my pissatorium, I just lay on my
bed, threw my legs over my head, and pissed into my eager mouth. There's a
little wet spot on the mattress,

13.  where my mouth briefly overflowed and urine was running down my face,
but as I said, the dirtier my bed gets, the better! Afterwards (10 seconds
ago), I blew out a full nose of salty, watery snot and licked it off my
fingers and upper lip. Looking at myself in my mirror, I'm watching the
watery mucus drip down from my nose into my mouth. I slurp it off, and
continue with my dogsex narrative. Uhhh-- more snot. Lick, lick. Yuuummm!!

After waking up, I made a masturbation tape in which I went over some of
this narrative while stroking my dripping penis, oiling up heavily with
olive oil so that I would really shoot a big load, after suspending myself
on the point of orgasm indefinitely. Howling in lust, I brought myself to a
shuddering orgasm, and waited all day, intermittently writing, stroking and
doing small errands, for what I had planned for the evening. When it got
late enough, I would bring the boys down to my house (one leash was
sufficient for both, as they both were wearing collars) and record us
making love, in my room, where no one would hear and I could make all the
noise I wanted.

When I got them on the leash, I checked out my path, and no one was on the
street. We made our way back to my house and closed the door. Now
everything was GO. I jumped onto my bed, turned on my tape recorder, and
threw my shorts on the floor. Both of my lovers, Blackie and Brownie,
immediately covered me with slurping tongues, each competing to get more
tongue than his fellow into my waiting mouth. I groaned loudly as I gave as
good tongue as I got, both their mouths struggling to get all the way
inside me. Licking and licking faces and heads and fur and skin, we rolled
over again and again on my bed, sometimes tonguing penises, sometimes
mouths, sometimes buttholes, then back to mouths again, over and over.

I had to piss a bit, and did so right in Brownie's mouth as he licked my
penis. He eagerly slurped up my urine, and then (for the last time) dug
into my butthole. He was

14.  deeply into it, getting his whole tongue up inside me. You can hear
the slurping on the tape, as you hear me wordlessly groaning into Blackie's
licking mouth against mine. While Brownie kept licking me, I turned Blackie
over and began on his butthole again, moaning as I dug tongue into doggy
rectum. I fingered his anus as I went, really craving dog butt taste,
licking off my finger and diving it in to get another coating of dog ass
juice. I smeared a good bunch on my face, and let Blackie lick his own butt
fluids off, then plunge his tongue back into my mouth.

Here in the house, the dogs wanted to explore, so I let them. One of the
first things they found (though I had set out a big bowl of water before I
went to get them) was my toilet. I could hear them both slurping and
slurping water out of the filthy, piss-and-shit-encrusted toilet
bowl. Didn't bother me. Every time they got tired of drinking, I went to
them and slurped and slurped their drooling mouths, drinking the mixture of
dog saliva and toilet-bowl water!

Hours passed. Several of them. We ended up lying on the floor of the
bathroom, tonguing each other's penises and anuses and mouths. Blackie was
really hard, and his knot was even smaller than Brownie's. I jacked him
till he was humping, his knot free from his sheath, and then got it around
back and began sucking, getting his whole knot into my mouth as his penis
spurted down my throat. We did 69 for awhile, as Blackie was as eager to
taste my penis as I was to taste his.

After it was more than 4 in the morning, having been steadily having dogsex
for more than 4 hours, I eventually decided to cum, and it was the biggest
orgasm I had had with my boys, groaning with the pleasure as Brownie again
licked the sperm up right out of my cumming penis. I lay around and kissed
with both of them for a while, and then reluctantly put my lovers-- they
showed signs of being tired-- back on the leash and walked them down to
their erstwhile pen.

15.  That was the last time I made love with Brownie and Blackie.  I had to
go out on tour again the next day, and before I did, I stopped by their
enclosure and kissed them passionately goodbye, thinking (as it proved to
be true when I got back from this 9-day tour), the boys would be gone. I
could only hope that the fellow who had brought me these, my lovers, had
found a good home for them, and perhaps even found a man who would
recognize the boys for what they were, and had been since I first met
them-- homosexual sex pets, but more than that: these were my lovers, young
MEN who happened to have four legs and tails. We had established an
emotional bond that would always be there. I was at one with them, and they
were clearly at one with each other. I don't know if I'll ever find doggie
lovers as completely eager to get it on-- and as completely at ease with
each other as they did so-- as Brownie and Blackie.