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Koko's Afternoon (M-teen/dog)
by Simplemind100 (Simplemind100@hotmail.com)
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It began innocently enough.
During the summer when my neighbor's vacationed, I
take care of their dog, Koko, a German short-haired
pointer. Roughly the size of a German Shepard, but
heavier, Koko has jet black fur, black eyes, and an
insatiable curiosity. He was six years old at the time,
a hundred and sixty pounds, strong as a bear. And
sometimes just as fierce.
I had cared for Koko the past three summers, one time
for three weeks. Outweighing me by twenty pounds, our
backyard romps were always a surprise. He bested me
with ease, causing me to curl in a ball when his
excitement got out of hand to avoid being mauled. I
curled up a lot.
This day was a Wednesday afternoon in July, hot,
muggy, threatening rain. The normal routine was feed
Koko, change his water, go outside for a frolic, then
I'd go home. This afternoon was different. I stuck
around. Koko, no dumb mutt, noticed the change.
Cocking his head, he looked curiously up.
"You stay put, okay?" I said, rubbing his head and
flank. Given the chance, I knew he would interfere.
He licked my hand, continued to watch, black eyes
curious.
I went through the living room, then upstairs to the
master bedroom, where I stood in the doorway. I
wondered if I had the guts. The house was so quiet: the
refrigerator hummed downstairs, and the low buzz of a
lawn mower sounded down the street. Not even the air-
conditioner disturbed the silence.
Excitement was there, tempered by antsy guilt--or
maybe fear. Three years I had fantasized about this
moment, since the Acappella's moved in; now I stood in
their doorway vacillating. I was close to walking out.
Come on, I said. Chicken out and you'll regret it the
rest of my life.
I went in and shut the door.
The Acappella's bedroom was large and roomy, nearly
filled by a king size bed and heavy oak furniture. Light
blue, floor length curtains hung behind the bed, and
matching lamps with blue lamp shades guarded either side.
Pictures of the family adorned the long wall, a second held
a large oil painting of a mountain lake. I had been in this
room repeatedly, over the past three years, her King size
bed the center of my fantasy. Mrs. Acappella was the
focus.
Jessica was thirty-four, dark blonde short-cut
hair curled under at the neck. She was five foot-six in
shoes and one-hundred and ten pounds, (from her driver's
license), and filled her clothes rather than wore them. It
was hard to imagine her the mother of three. Just the right
mixture of softness and authority, Jessica kept you
guessing.
There are three daughters. Mary Beth, the oldest, is
twenty-two now, a senior at Penn State University. Becky
and Regina, a year apart, are still in high school, Becky a
senior. All rival their mother in looks--and her small chest-
-though Jessica may be the most small-chested woman
I've ever known. Regardless, the four together make your
heart groan.
The connecting door to the bathroom was open and I
closed it also, guessing Koko's appearance was just a
matter of time. This was none business of his. Looking at
the bed, I thought of the many times I had lain there and
wanted to masturbate, wanted to find pictures of
Mrs. Acapella in the nude. I never had. But yesterday
morning I had searched the room top to bottom and discovered
their cache; a damned good one too--a false bottom in the
smaller of the two closets. There was a full box of Jessica
from which to choose. I intended to use them.
I undid my belt.
Jessica's underwear drawer was so familiar, after three
years, I could described each lingerie item she owned.
Inside that drawer, nested amongst her panties and bra's,
was a plastic Tupperware box, a hundred pictures inside. I
had looked at one. One was enough. Here in the bedroom,
Jessica in her brassiere, blouse open and halfway off, still
in her beige skirt. The look in her eyes and the soft curl of
smile said there was a lot more.
Koko scratched the door.
"Go away," I threatened.
Koko continued to scratch.
I knew this would happen. "Fucking dog."
Koko had no intention of going away. Knowing I
couldn't proceed unless he did, I got up and went to the
door. Opening it a crack, I said: "What do you want?"
He sat, looking at me with doggie aplomb.
"Can't you see I'm busy?"
He pushed the door with his snout, and then suddenly
he was in the room.
"Hey!" I yelled. "Get out of here!"
As though knowing my intent, he sniffed my crotch.
I batted him away. "Stop that!"
He moved to the bed and sat down, observed me with
black eyes. His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth.
"I can't do this with an audience," I said, feeling
stupidly embarrassed. "Go." I pointed at the door.
He continued to watch.
"Go sit in the corner, at least."
He didn't move.
Grabbing his collar, I lead him to a corner and sat him
down. "Stay!" I pointed at the floor. Then I walked back
to the bed and sat down.
For a time it was a staring contest. Then he went down
on all fours and I thought maybe I had made my point. I
unzipped my pants. Immediately, he was up.
"You're not going to cooperate are you?" He trotted to
the bed and I kept him away with my foot. "How about
we go in the bathroom? Okay?"
I walked him there and sat him down in the middle of
the floor, which Koko seemed to think was just fine.
After a moment looking at the surroundings however, he
decided the bedroom was better. He got up and trotted off.
"Hey!" I grabbed at his collar and missed. He sat back
down at the bed. Now I was angry.
"What the hell's with you, anyway?" I fairly yelled it.
"Give a guy a break."
By way of answer he barked loudly.
"Shit."
I walked to the bed and sat down and again he tried to
nuzzled me.
"Son of a bitch!" I swatted his snout. "Cut it out."
I was not quite sure what to do. Koko was terribly
strong and I had discovered long ago that obedience was
entirely his choice. He was being tolerant, in fact he might
stop. Then he'd go nowhere. He propped his head on my
knee, eyed me hang-dog. I shook my head.
"Forget it. You don't deserve to be pet."
He remained where he was, woeful-eyed, then coaxed
himself between my legs and probed my groin.
I did something shocking.
"Okay! Let's see how much you really like it!"
I spread wide and yanked Koko forward by his collar.
His nose jabbed my crotch, too hard, and it made me leap.
"Whoa!" But I wouldn't let him go. "Get it out of your
system!" I said.
For a moment Koko struggled, then, remembering
what he wanted in the first place, butted me hard with his
snout. I yelped and scrambled back.
"Take it easy! That hurt!" I rubbed my crotch. He had
gotten both testicles. I looked around in guilt, eying the
windows.
What a stupid idea.
Koko stood, sniffed the air, and make poking motions
with his snout. I stood and moved away, suddenly and
uncomfortably aware that I had a hard-on. What the hell
was going on? I let a dog sniff my crotch.
"This never happened," I said. "Understand?"
My erection continued to grow until it both created a
small tent in the front of my jeans and, and made me
panic.
"Fuck this! I'm outta here."
I went to the dresser and removed the box of pictures,
leaving the room to Koko. In the hallway, raw with anger,
I stopped at the top of the stairs. I was letting a dog
thwart me. If so, I must not want it very bad. For a
moment, emotions warred: lust against anger, disgust
with jealousy, then I said, "Fuck this," and went back
inside.
"You are not stopping me," I said, unzipping my
jeans. "This is my afternoon."
I crossed to the bed and sat down, undoing my belt.
Koko hadn't moved; I glared at him, daring him to so
much as budge.
I kicked off my sneakers and pushed them under the
bed. My jeans went down to my knees. My erection, full
blown and aching, I rubbed through the front of my
shorts and groaned.
Koko rose, suddenly alert.
"Stay right there!" I ordered. I put out my foot.
"This is not for you!"
Given time, I'm sure I could force Koko from the
room. But his presence wasn't such a drawback; it was
actually kind of cool. I've always wanted to masturbate in
front of someone else, and it being Koko was just weird
enough to turn me on.
Then I made a serious blunder. I removed my penis
through the fold-overs and began to stroke. Then I got
even stupider.
"Wanna sniff?" I turned toward him a little. And set
off a disastrous chain of events.
I had no intention of letting him, of course, but the
tease was irresistible. Koko watched intently.
"What's the matter?" I said. "The real thing scare
you?"
He arose and I about had heart-stroke.
"Whoa! Whoa!" I back-peddled across the bed. "Get
away!"
He followed and I held him off with my foot, then
both feet, yelling: "I was kidding! Get down!"
He did not get down.
Koko fought back and I began a slow slide backward,
toward the edge of the bed. I ran out of mattress and put a
hand down to keep from going over. It was all the opening
Koko needed. He broke through my feet and dug his nose
into my crotch and tongued my penis. Like a thunderbolt I
was standing.
"Get away from me!"
But my pants had me locked at the knees and off-
balance, and with no footing on the bed, I suddenly wind
milled to keep from going over. Koko lunged. Hitting
both my penis and balls, he knocked me backwards,
setting fireworks went off in my groin. I sucked air and
Koko rammed forward again and got me in the groin,
finishing the job. I went over like a toppling oak.
Ka-wump!
I lay there, staring. No air moved in my lungs and
heat radiated from my balls in a nuclear explosion of pain,
megaton range. Then Koko was on the floor, licking my
face, licking my ass, licking my testicles and penis and
there was nothing I could do to stop him.
This isn't happening! Please, God, this isn't
happening!
But it was happening, and as the convulsion in my
lungs started up, and the pain twisted sideways up and
down in my gut, I lay over on my side and coughed. I
retched--dry-heaving. I almost passed out.
Koko licked my ass.
"Don't take this wrong," I said, when enough strength
returned to turn over. I stuck a foot on his head and
yelled:
"I am not ready for this!"
Koko went skidding across the floor and came up
against the far wall, collapsing with a thud. He remained
there, shaken and wobbly, looking shocked. I doubt
anyone had ever kicked Koko before.
I had to move. Sliding on my ass, I made the side of
the bed and sat up. Koko stayed where he was. I inspected
my groin and battled nausea after every touch. He'd really
done me good.
"I could kill you," I said. Then: "Fucking dog."
Koko tilted his head and woofed, softly.
"Come over and see what happens."
Koko continued to watch.
I pulled my underwear up and over my aching balls,
adjusted them with nausea dogging every move. I started
to pull up my jeans. Koko stood up. Realizing his prize
was lost, he moved forward half a dozen paces, stopped
only when I put out my foot.
"What do you think you're doing? Stay put."
We stared.
I began to inch up the jeans and moved forward again.
This was absurd.
I said: "You're not having at me, Koko. No matter
what you think. Now just move the fuck outta here." I
kicked, but missed his head. He moved one step back.
But Koko was insistent. Each movement brought him
a step closer and soon my foot was holding him away.
The pain in my groin was too great too fight for long; soon
I gave in. His nose pressed against my crotch and I almost
cried.
Then I lost my temper. "Here!" I yelled, yanking
down my shorts. "Is this what you want?"
Koko's head jerked back and forth and he suddenly
stooped--for a second he growled. Regretting this latest
smart move, I put my hand down as protection--hand
shook badly. I put myself back inside. Incredibly, I had an
erection.
Koko remained in a crouch.
"No, Koko," I said, gently. "Get away."
Leaving was not on Koko's mind. He moved forward,
eyes locked on my crotch, head down, swinging side-to-
side. I used both hands to hold him away. I might as well
hold back a tank. Trapping me against the bed, Koko
licked my crotch.
"Oh, Jesus, no."
He worked me out through the front of my shorts and
I became frantic.
"How did you do that! Stop!"
The roar in my ears was like air rushing before a
subway train. I was close to loosing it. Then Koko
did something truly frightening: Taking the waistband
between his teeth, he pulled my shorts down, exposing it
all. I sat there, pop-eyed, refusing to believe. But the plan
was too complex for just a mouth, and Koko let go and the
waistband snapped back on my balls. I again leapt in pain.
Every nerve ending rang anew.
"Thanks! Oh-Jesus-God-stupid! I really needed that."
I fixed the shorts but Koko nosed me again and licked
their front; soon I closed my eyes and and lay back. My
underwear joined my jeans about my knees .
"Don't hurt me," I pleaded.
This time he didn't.
Using the rough saw of his tongue, Koko made my
penis dance. He lapped the head and the shaft, my bare
testicles, until gasping breath chugged in my lungs. A
glistening dot of semen formed at the tip of my cock,
which Koko deftly licked away. My entire body sang with
tension.
Again I formed the question: What the hell was I
doing?
The answer: Having sex with a dog.
I groaned, disgusted and totally turned on.
Koko began to lick my balls with frenzied excitement
and I jumped off the floor.
"You're hurting me!" I hissed. "Don't hurt me!"
But his tongue followed, and my testicles bounced,
and the more he licked the more excruciating was the pain.
Soon something really bad would happen.
"Koko," I panted, trying to close my legs. "This is
insane! You can never, ever tell anyone about this."
Undeterred, Koko opened my legs.
Using doggie magic, he timed his licks and caught my
penis on each backswing, slapping it against my belly and
then catching it again. A quake of stimulation grabbed my
gut and I shuddered like a Tokyo earthquake. My testicles
were under full attack when he suddenly lunged in
excitement and rammed me flat against the bed.
"Huuaaaaahahahahahhhhhhhh!"
Agony ricocheted up my spine and the breath sucked
out of my lungs. I strangle a groan and fell to my side--
little help because Koko Koko followed. He straddled me.
Panic turned to terror.
"Koko! No!"
His erection, huge and red and wet--the size of a small
blimp--slapped against my mouth.
I shrieked.
His shoulders held me pinned to the floor and I
struggled frantically to keep my mouth turned away. Koko
did his best to capture it.
"KOKO! STOP!"
He suddenly leapt away, tore at my penis and balls,
and this was the last straw. I hit him with my fist. He
jerked away, barking.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
I rolled onto my side and pulled my jeans high enough
to protect my balls. Koko stopped them from going any
further.
"Leave me alone!" I cried.
He licked my naked ass.
He licked my asshole.
"I hate you, you fucker."
He dug his cold wet nose into my crack.
"Leave me alone!"
But of course he didn't.
Eventually, the pain subsided enough to roll on my
back. I let my knees fall apart, and open invitation. I
had no choice. I'd been whacked with a baseball bat.
Every movement was agony and when I pulled my
underwear down to free my balls, even this was a torture.
"You are a fucking cocksucker." I growled at him.
"And I am a moron. A fucking gay queer moron who is
out of his mind."
Koko made no comment.
Movement in general was unwise, and sitting up was
impossible. The ache extended from my groin to the
depths of my chest, and generated a nausea almost
unbearable. I shook and trembled and shuddered. I was
covered with cold sweat. I wanted nothing more than to
vomit.
Koko, two feet away, lay on the floor and watched. I
gave him a kick, but missed.
"Fuck you and your mother too."
My flaccid stub of a penis hung miserably between my
legs, looking like a concentration camp survivor. It
couldn't have been more than an inch long. I continued to
massage my testicles and after some time, felt ready to sit
up. Pushing up on one elbow, I waited to see if the
dizziness returned. It did not.
"See this?" I said, pointing at my crotch. "You did
that. Now stay away."
He continued to watch.
"I must have been trippin'," I said. "Even to consider
this. Never, ever, ever, again."
I pushed up on one foot, and Koko, never far away,
rose up. One good lunge and he'd have me again. Though
it took a lot of effort and was painful as hell, I sat down on
the bed. I did not for one second close my eyes. Koko
stayed back, eyes big and round and watchful.
Standing up was wishful thinking. I worked myself to
the center of the bed and lay down. Koko lay his chin on
the edge. We engaged in another staring contest, which
Koko won, and I felt even worse. Things were definitely
not out of control.
Time passed and my penis returned to life--which I
didn't particularly like, though I was glad for any
movement. It grew harder and more erect and as Koko
watched with interest, it grew harder yet. I could not
believe it. I will never understand why, not as long as I
fucking live.
"Koko," I said. "I want some more."
It was frustration of course.
Things had gone so fucking wrong, and so weird, that
I was horny beyond belief. I needed to salvage something,
even if, God help me, it was Koko licking my dick. I slid
off my jeans and my underwear and let them drop to the
floor.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" To myself: "You
are truly nuts."
Koko climbed on the bed, sniffed my hardened cock,
and then he licked it.
"God," I moaned. "You are so nuts."
He tongued with some restraint, as though aware of
my condition, gradually working into a rhythm. I grew
stiffer with each lick. Then he licked my balls.
"Please, Koko," I begged. "If you have any regard for
your old buddy, please by careful."
He licked a bit harder. I jumped. I forced myself to
relax. Slowly, his tongue made the pain go away and I
began to enjoy it.
"You should charge for this, Koko. You really
should."
Fully erect and leaking semen, the thought of Koko
swallowing it aroused me even more. I moved my penis
back against my belly to make him concentrate on my
balls. I was immeasurably turned on. Every breath went a
little deeper and became a little more ragged, and though
not yet at industrial strength action, his intensity increase.
So did the pain, though I refused to make him stop. Even
when a deep ache settled in, and I could only groan, I did
not let him stop.
I no longer had much interest in Mrs. A or her pictures.
Whatever happened now was between me and the dog. No
third party was required. I removed my shirt and dropped
it on the floor, toed off my socks, and was completely
nude.
"What, oh, what am I doing?"
Koko moved between my legs and I raised them,
intending to bare my anus. I'd read on the Internet that
nothing beats rim by a dog. I'm sorry to say, it's true. But
Koko wanted more than a rim job, and suddenly I was
straddled, thighs pressed flat against my stomach, Koko
ready to fuck. I jumped, taken totally by surprise.
"Wait a minute," I said. "No one told you to--"
He tongued me with vigor and at once I was thrilled
and repulsed. His erection slapped my thighs and my
bottom and my testicles, and following a couple good
whacks, the dull ache turned into throbbing pain. And still
I didn't stop.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts," I whispered.
Pain was a blossoming flower, a red Iris, a rose.
Koko changed position, getting onto his knees and I
groaned loudly when he batted my testicles with his club. I
bit my lip to keep from crying. I began to drift, loosing
consciousness to something else, while my anus spasmed
wildly from desperate need. I reached down and pulled
apart my cheeks and bared the whole shabang. This was
the last straw. Koko suddenly was frantic, ready to mount
me, and with a thickly wet slap his penis jabbed my anus
and lodged.
For a split second this was a truly fine thing,
absolutely logical. I was in heat and Koko, following his
instincts. was about to fill my needs. But then his penis
jabbed me again, dead center on my anus, and forced it
open. I leapt in shock.
What was I doing!
I freaked and pushed upward with my legs, sent Koko
sailing, yelping, off the bed, across the floor on his
stammering legs. Try as he might, he could not stay erect.
He slammed against the chest of drawers and collapsed.
Jesus-God help me! I had nearly fucked a dog!
Making terrible noises, I dragged my ass to the middle
of the bed, staring at Koko, every muscle screaming to go.
RUN! I shook violently
I had almost done it with a dog! A DOG!
Then I saw his erection, and how big it really was,
how veined, how enormous, and I nearly choked.
Engorged with blood, viscously red, veined completely
around the circumference, it had grown. Easily a foot
long, it protruded from the black sheath and swayed with
absolute menace. I coughed, stared at it open-mouthed
while my heart tattooed beats through my chest
"My God," I whispered. I gulped. The sound was an
audible clack. "You were gonna put that up me?"
Koko nodded, tongue lolling out.
"No way."
His erection swayed back and forth, bouncing,
dripped a thick clear drop of semen onto the floor. My
eyes could not, would not, believe the sight.
I rubbed the sides of my jaw.
"Ha-God." I shook like a California earthquake.
The tip was not pointed like a human penis, but a thick
blunt end having a large hole offset from the center, It was
bordered one side by a crest. There was no discernible
transition from head to the shaft, no glans at all. Just a
huge swollen tapering club. I started when a huge dollop
of semen splattered obscenely on the floor.
"You were gonna put that in me?" I repeated
Thoroughly rattled, I drew up my legs. I had forgotten
the ache. I wanted to touch Koko, feel the thickness for
myself, find out if the skin was as hot and as angry as it
looked. And despite my revulsion, the desire was strong. I
slid off the bed and squatted beside him on the floor, not
believing what I intended to do.
"Don't do this, Michael," I said. I pleaded. "Please?"
I placed a hand on his back and reached between
Koko's legs and carefully took his penis in my other hand
hand. It was as hot and angry and dangerous as it looked.
It thud with the beat of his heart.
"Oh my God."
Koko sat unmoving, content to let me hold it. Then he
did two things. He arched his pelvis forward and he licked
my mouth. I broke out laughing, stunned.
"Jesus, Koko." I wiped slobber from my mouth.
"That tongue has been in unmentionable places."
He butted my shoulder, and so, gently squeezing the
shaft, I stroked him a few times. He was incredibly taut,
much hard than my own penis. (Or that of my friend
David, who also I had stroked.) My hand slid up the thick
flesh with ease, collecting lubricant between the fingers.
Whatever it was, the stuff worked great.
I continued to stroke, becoming used to the act, and
my hand slid farther and farther up. Soon I stroked the
entire thing. Koko spread his legs and again I laughed.
"You're no dummy."
He licked my face.
My own penis was amazingly hard. Rising tautly like a
flagpole, I don't need to tell you how much it ached. The
more aroused I became, the more I suffered. I had to work
it
"This puts me in the lowest class of human shit," I
said. "I hope you appreciate that."
The muscles in his back worked and Koko began to
shudder. If possible his penis grew more taut. My strokes
ran the entire length, and I don't know who was more
excited, Koko or me. Lubricant had worked itself onto the
back of my hand and over my wrist and dripped from
between my fingers. I too was making a mess of the
Mrs.A's floor.
I said: "I guess you--" and got no further.
"Whoa, boy!" I yelled, dodging backward. "What are
you doing?"
Koko butted me with his head. Then again harder.
Then he arched his back and stood up and put his paws on
my chest and shoulders and thrust forward with his pelvis
catching me in the sternum. I went over.
"Hey! Take it easy. You already tried to mount me
once. I'm not ready for that."
Did that mean I soon might?.
What exactly, did I really want?
His penis was circled by massive knot, blood red and
three inches around. It protruded from the base like a huge
growth. I stared, amazed. If that ever got inside you, my
brain announced, it would tear you apart. Or you'd walk
like Charlie Chaplin.
"Don't worry," I muttered. "It won't."
Women (and also some men) enjoy sex with dogs.
I've seen as much on the Internet. But the idea of Koko's
penis in my ass or my mouth seemed ludicrous. First, it
wouldn't fit. My rectum was eight inches deep and I might
handle the length of a normal sized dildo (or penis for that
matter), but that was all. Koko was nearly twice that long.
I might as well fuck a horse. And by mouth? Not even
Julia Roberts with her huge kisser could do that. No, the
fantasy was terribly strong, but it was just a fantasy.
Which hurt because the more I stroked him, the worse
the desire became.
Squatting was difficult and I changed position. I
stretched out but this was only marginally better, and my
forearm tired rapidly. I tried supporting myself on one
elbow, but the carpet ate my skin, and the angle had my
shoulder aching something fierce. Finally I moved into a
sitting position, and this was the worst position of all.
Frustrated, I said: "You better enjoy this, Koko.
Because it's killing me."
He licked my face.
Deciding it was stupid, I reached behind and sought
out his testicles. They were enormous, lemon-size, one
larger than the other like those of a man. The tubes I felt
coming off them were thick as a pencil. This is a lot of
plumbing, I thought. His orgasms reach the megaton
range.
The lubricant did a marvelous job, but smelled just
awful. (Imagine a huge Vienna sausage slicked in slimy
gelatin.) Giving off an odor of musk, it made me slightly
nauseous. Koko, antsy and starting to move about, began
to lick himself, and then me. I didn't complain.
Soon he growled and shifted on his haunches, making
it evident he needed more. Trying to decide what
next, I hesitated a moment too long--Koko decided for
me. Rearing, he caught me by surprise and knocked me
onto my back. His forepaws came down on my shoulders.
"Whoa!" I tried to push him away. "What are you
doing?" He lost his footing, slipped off, and gouged long
grooves into both shoulders. I howled loudly.
"Koko! Get off!"
Then the impossible happened. He lost his footing
completely and came down in my lap, crushingly hard on
both testicles. They were mashed to the floor. The world
exploded and the heavens caved in and the inside of my
eyelids burst in a cascade of flames. The air turned to
molasses in my lungs.
This time I passed out.
An interval passed--how long I'm not sure, it could
have been a week--and then Koko woke me with his nose.
"No. Please."
Koko paid no attention.
I was in a fetal position, anus exposed, and the
persistent Koko found it too ready a target. He lapped and
I had no choice but to let him. After some minutes,
however, I turned onto my stomach and crossed my
ankles, momentarily thwarting him. He backed away.
Then he sat down. He watched with disapproval.
"Fuck you," I croaked. "Enough."
He maintained watch another ten minutes, penis
huge and bouncing, occasionally dripping semen. I turned
onto my back, again spread my legs and checked for
damage. Not squashed flat as I feared, though still
incredibly bruised. It was like touching a deep, open
wound.
I asked: "What did I do to deserve this? All I wanted
was to beat off on Mrs.A's bed, maybe fuck myself in the
ass. Instead I get this." I laughed at the ceiling. "I never
asked for sex with a dog. Never! Please stop torturing
me."
Koko, nothing if not persistent, circled and sniffed. I
shoved him away--or tried to.
"So help me, Koko, leave me alone or I'll bite off your
balls."
He continued to circle, looking for my penis, anything
good to lick. I let him have nothing.
"Go to hell!"
Again I turned over and crossed my ankles. Tighter
this time. His tongue sought out it's target anyway, and
straddling me, he worked my compressed cheeks until
fighting him was pointless. I uncrossed my ankles.
"You son-of-a-bitch."
With the persistence of a honey bee repairing its nest,
Koko worked deeper into my crack. My breathing
increased, so too my heart beat. How could anything feel
so good? I shifted position on the floor; my legs opened. I
moaned.
"Jesus. Mnnahh!" I gasped when he found my balls.
"Easy! Easy! Neuhh!"
To this day I don't remember deciding. I suspect Koko
decided for me. My tail rose and both hands spread my
cheeks and very shortly, I was squirming uncontrollably
and coming higher up. I made noises both humiliating and
provocative.
"Oh, no! Oh, no-no-no!"
My threshold of pain was sky high--or I was numb to
it--and my testicles bounced like rubber balls on a wooden
paddle. My hard-as-an-iron-spike erection slapped my
belly and the harder Koko licked, the higher my ass went.
Soon it could go no higher. Both shoulders and my chin
were burned (Let a boy explain that to his mother) and
somehow I had crab-walked into the bed. My head was
against the frame. My balls were demolished. I was too
aroused to care. I wanted Koko so badly I whispered and
pleaded and begged.
This time I would not stop.
I spread my cheeks, making my anus a bullseye. Koko
took it all. For minutes this went on, until coherent
thought was lost and I was ready, willing and able to fuck.
Koko had other intentions. Suddenly he was at my
face, licking furiously and I was so startled I yelped.
"What?"
He butted me.
"What are you doing?" I could not believe it. The way
he worked my tail I couldn't imagine him wanting
anything else. Yet he was soaking my face with slobber
and I got on all fours and pushed him away. I sat back.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me."
His penis bounced, thumping the floor. He licked it.
"No way," I said. "You can forget that! Right now!"
He continued to lick my face.
"Either you fuck me," I said, feeling completely
ridiculous. "Or it's nothing. I'm not giving you head."
He turned and sidled against me, raising his hind leg
and jutting his penis against my side.
"No!" I broke out laughing. "Forget it!"
He reared and landed both paws on my shoulders
and over I went again.
"God dammit! Koko! No!"
He stood on my chest, looking up and back, then
moved forward. His penis came right over my face,
dangerously close. It thumped with blood.
"Koko--" I squirmed, dodging the tip. "You're not
putting that in my--"
Then he slammed downward and I screamed.
"Get off of me!"
I had opened my mouth at the wrong instant. Suddenly
it was there, pushing past my lips and I convulsed in
panic, smacking my head on the floor. Sparks flew. I tried
to push away, but his penis pushed in deeper, and then my
mouth was jammed and the crested tip pressed into my
throat.
I stopped struggling.
Every movement, his or mine, threatened to choke me.
"Mmmnnmmmnnnnffffffff! Mnnnnhhmmmnnnffff."
I was sucking a dog's cock.
I gripped his hind legs but was afraid to move while he
jack-stepped on my shoulders. He tried to get footing.
What he accomplished was to tear up my skin. I held him
tighter and pushed back but he was like a bronze statue.
The slimy lubricant was violently bitter and made me
retch. It ran down my cheeks. It coated my lips and my
chin. The baseball-sized knot was eight inches from my
nose, and I looked at it in cross-eyed horror. Warm, salty
fluid filled my mouth. It was semen.
"Mmmnnmmmnnnnffffffff!"
Seconds passed and semen filled my mouth. It had
nowhere left to go: I refused to swallow. It erupted
out my lips, blew into my nose, and I gagged. Then I
swallowed. And swallowed again. Then a whole lot more.
"Mmmnnmmmnnnnffffffff!"
The flow increase until it was a river of flowing gook,
a veritable cascade. If something didn't change, and change
soon, I'd have a stomach full of sperm.
Something did change.
Koko lunged forward and down my throat and I was
deep-sucking three inches of dog. He began to fuck me.
"Mmmnnmmmnnnnffffffff!"
My jaw stretched until muscle's creaked and joints
popped, and I could breathe only when he pulled out. A
rhythm set up, a horrible cadence, where his penis came
down and my mouth went up, my throat distending to let
him in. Mindless, I began to suck.
"Umnniiinniiimmmm."
His penis went deeper.
"Mmmnnnniinmmdddfff."
My mouth could open no wider, but I used what
muscles remained to coax movement out of my tongue. I
extended as he came in, sucked as he went out.
"Gllluuummmfffffvvvv."
Swallowing as practical, I closed my eyes and
concentrated on making this work. It did.
"Mmmnnnniinm."
Soon the rhythm became a tango and Koko and I
danced. I sucked and he panted. He blocked my throat and
I chose not to breath. Every ten strokes or I did breath. I
did not care. This was nirvana. This was joy. My five and
a half inches of erection wobbled and swung and cut the
air like a conductor's baton, its movement arousing me
more. I clenched my scrotum, relished the testicular pain.
Every sense was a cacophony of sound, of pleasure. I
watched the cardinal knot come closer, five inches from
my lips--then four, then three. I began to masturbate.
How much could I take? Eight inches? Ten? A foot?
I began to masturbate furiously.
The knot came closer; jagged veins standing out across
the flesh, literally thumping with blood. It could not fit
in my mouth. Nothing that size could fit in my mouth. But
on one especially brutal plunge, Koko brought it against
my lips and I could no longer see it.
Guiness will never record it, but a record had just been
set. He was fully within my mouth.
I could not breath at all.
For a moment no one moved, then Koko lunged again
and the knot wedged in my teeth and my eyes popped right
out of my face.
I tried to scream. No sound came out.
Finding himself immobilized, Koko stopped lunging
and began to whine and danced around. He skittered on
my chest and shoulders, claws digging the skin. His penis
thudded deeply in my throat.
I saw double. My lungs convulsed. Strangulation
threatened to send me down a black hole.
If he came now, sperm would explode right into my
stomach.
Reaching up, I planted both hands against his
underside and with the last of my strength, pushed
mightily upward. Koko's hindquarter's lifted from the
floor and though he yelped and made noises like a
maddened dog, his cock would not budge.
The knot had swollen larger.
With desperation borne of terror, I forced open my
jaw and shoved again. Koko planted a hind paw in the
center of my chest and pushed off, and the knot popped
free. Pain exploded as my head smacked down on the
floor and my throat spasmed. Free of its obstruction, it
sucked down air and I began to gag and retch and do
whooping coughs.
Someone had rammed a flamethrower down my throat
and pulled the trigger.
"Stop it!"
Koko licked my face, butted me with his snout. I
could not escape his tongue.
"Leave me alone."
I was nauseous and dizzy and covered with slime. My
throat ached. Everything ached.
I pushed away his snout.
"Go away."
I sat up, and I swear my stomach swooshed. I
grimaced.
How much had I swallowed? A quart? A gallon?
Koko licked my hand. Koko licked my penis. Koko
licked my swollen balls.
I lay back down, raised and opened my legs, stared at
the ceiling.
"I am not in control of my senses."
But Koko was in control of me.
I turned on my stomach and went up my knees, spread
my cheeks. He attacked with feverish intensity. His
tongue was remorseless, his snout a live dildo. My anus
quaked and I quaked inside. I prayed to be fucked, to be
fucked right now, to be fucked long and hard and deep.
Very long and hard and deep.
I wanted a gallon of sperm in my rectum. I wanted his
twelve inches and four inches in my ass. I wanted my
anus stretched like a rubber band. I wanted pain!
"Please, Koko," I whimpered. "Mount me!"
Koko mounted.
Something wet and sticky and hot smacked my anus. I
whimpered again.
"Please!"
Claws raked my calves and gouged my back and I
didn't care. Koko wrapped his front legs around my
middle, clambered onto my back, and the same hot, wet
and sticky thing planted on my anus. I reached back and
found him ready at my door and held the tip in place and
thrust my anus back up against it.
"Come on! Come on! Kokooo!"
Nothing happened again.
Just as I thought nothing would ever happen, he
penetrated and I grit my teeth, sucked down breath. I
shuddered everywhere at once.
"Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!"
My chest pounded the floor. His erection pounded my ass.
Fever like poison pounded my brain.
My anus stretched like a widening mouth, and then the
tip was in and I began to moan.
"Owwww! Ohh-noo!
He was three inches thick at least, and as the thickest
part entered, my ass began to spasm. I grabbed his legs,
hung on.
"Oh God!" Jesus! "Oh God!"
I felt pain. I felt REAL PAIN! I felt the rim where I
gripped his shaft and felt no anus at all, just a sucked-in
depression. I guessed he was halfway there.
"Koko! Oh God, Koko! This hurts!"
A telephone pole was inside, not a penis, a monster
from a nightmare. I shook my tail. I wagged it. I started to
cry.
"Oh-no! Oh-no! Ohhhhh-Goooooddd!" I wailed. "It
hurrrrtttssss!"
The pain stopped my breath and almost my heart.
I was fucking deep-fucking a dog.
Koko got going then, up and down, in and out, and
though clumsy and frenzied, he had me pleading for more.
Every inch was paid in pain.
Convinced I'd snap like a rubber band, I released his
legs and clasped my buttocks again, parted them like the
Red Sea. I stared at the wall, at the cool white paint, at
the smudge two feet off the floor. At the nail pop six
inches from the door. I asked what a penis the size of a
beer bottle was doing in my ass. I asked what a boy my age
would do if caught with a penis the size of a beer bottle
in his ass. I stared at the box of Mrs.A's pictures on the
corner of the dresser and wished I never found them. I
stared at the wall and heard Christmas carols.
Koko halted and shifted his weight, climbed higher.
His claws dug my skin before he gained purchase and
God, I thought, how am I going to explain this? Then he
started humping, and six inches, eight inches went
in and out with each plunge.
I was being deep-fucked by a dog.
I gasped.
I mewed.
I whined.
I was the churn and Koko churned my butter.
I lifted my tail higher, high as I could get, and Koko
knotted out against my anus. The ridge of bone which
normally stopped my dildo's didn't stop Koko because he
was flexible and pliant and just didn't know bounds. He
went in my colon.
The pain exceeded enormous. It passed cataclysmic
and became catastrophic. Every thrust made my rectum
scream, and threatened to tear it loose from my anus.
I wanted the knot. Jesus Christ and God Almighty I
wanted the knot!
"More, Koko! More!" I begged. "Please more!"
I wanted the knot.
I wanted the knot!
I WANTED THE KNOT!
Koko stayed on me, riding, my ass bucking him up
and down. The knot worked further and further inside,
and on one especially deep plunge, it went in.
Whoooosssshhhhh!
Air went into my lungs, then out.
"Ohhhhh-gooooooddddd!"
The knot was trapped and Koko couldn't move. Rather
he couldn't withdraw. He moved plenty.
I screamed and then screamed again, dragged covers
off the King size bed and chomp them like a shark. I bit
my tongue.
If you can imagine giving birth to a watermelon, that is
how it felt.
I screamed a third time and a huge pressure wave blew
into my bowels and Koko was coming. He howled in
triumph, wrapped his legs around my waist and locked to
me like a straight-jacket. I felt every inch and it seemed
like a mile and it was all exploding at once. Then the
whole room exploded.
"Nooooooo!"
I started to come.
He rode me through the first wave and into the second,
then was mad-fucking me again, making me howl.
Convulsion's wracked my spine and sperm flooded my
bowels and a tremendous orgasm powered us both. Liquid
the temperature of molten lead spurt into my ass, out of
my ass, spattering on the floor and Koko. And all over
me. And still he came.
"KOKOOOOO!"
Spurt after spurt after spurt blew in!
"KOKOOOOO!"
But nothing goes on forever.
Eventually Koko slowed, then slowed more, then
stopped entirely. He let go of my middle and with him
inside, I collapsed.
Time passed.
"No. Please God, tell me I didn't."
My anus belched and a quake jolted my rectum. Nothing
but red carpet in my eyes. Then that faded away too and
then I was gone.
I awoke on my stomach, empty. Koko lay beside me,
licking his penis, softly panting. Every muscle ached and
a throb in my bowels told me I would ache for a week. It
lasted two.
I drifted off again.
This time it was six o'clock.
The parents were home, no doubt wondering where I
was; I struggled to move, stopped that foolishness when
every muscle screamed in protest. My rectum exploded a
loud belch. Poison gas wafted and Koko rose up, moved
to the doorway.
I began to laugh.
His tongue lolled, and for a time he stood there,
undecided, looking down the hall. Then he came back.
He licked me.
I let him.
Two minutes later his erection was huge and so was
mine, and when he butted me on the rump, the good bitch
I am, I obediently raised my ass and was mounted.
I found this hilarious and began to laugh.
I was still laughing five minutes later when the front
door opened and mother called and I didn't hear. Two
minutes later when the bedroom door opened and I did
hear it this time, and didn't care, I laughed even more.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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