Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
Subject: Bathday
From: nevyn@nacjack.gen.nz (nevyn)
Date: 1 Sep 93 20:14:10 GMT

Caution! This story IS fiction. Also, adjectives to this story are as
sand is to a beach. You have been warned. Nevyn.

			       Bathday
				 by
				Nevyn

	Monday. Bleagh!

	I'm sitting here in front of my PC remembering Saturday. Sort
of a usual Saturday with a bit of a twist. At 8:30 Heather got up out
of bed (I can't understand people who can get up early on a Saturday!)
and started pottering about in the kitchen. I closed my eyes with a
view to another hour or two's kip when I heard Kathump kathump,
kathump kathump, KATHUMP KATHUMP, WALLOP!! Two great huge heavy
weights thumped onto the bed almost breaking my spine and rupturing my
innards (or worse, turning my innards into outards). Before I was able
to open my eyes, my face was being smeared by what felt like a wet,
warm sponge, no, two wet warm sponges, and my body felt like it was
pinned to the bed by a tree trunk. Muffled I heard a merry voice say
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Get up. You got a swimming pool to dig
today."

	Trying to sit up but failing, I said, "Mmmglurph glarp." Bad
mistake. As soon as my lips were parted, Hamlet's slimy tongue slipped
into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I honestly wouldn't mind,
except I know what he sometimes finds and eats! My arms were pinned
down by the weight of both the dogs on the bed spread, and my
shoulders were held down by Hamlet's paws. Xanth was lying across my
hips, and I was completely pinned down. Hamlet had covered my face
with drool, and cleaned out my nose and mouth with his tongue, and
worse, I was getting a hardon that was becoming painful, as it was
underneath the bedspread held down by Xanth.

	Eventually I managed to move my right leg out to the side of
the bed, and gain enough leverage to bend my leg so I could roll out
from underneath the two monsters. Now that I was free I leapt onto the
bed rolling Hamlet over and pinning him beneath me. With his rear legs
bent, but splayed out to the side, his genitals were fully exposed and
he was at my mercy. Xanth was still lying near the foot of the bed,
probably asleep already. I sat on Hamlet so his ballbag was pressing
against my arsehole, and our dicks were pressed against each other, my
thighs above his legs, and my legs curling below his legs, so my heels
were pushed against the base of spine, and I began vigorously
scratching my fingers up and down his chest. Hamlet thrashed his head
to the side trying to bite my knee, and waved his front paws in the
air as I lay on top of him, pressing my naked body against his chest,
and nuzzling the side of my face against his jowls.

	The old hormones were beginning to boil in my bloodstream, as
my dick reached its full engorgement and pressed hard against Hamlet's
dick, also beginning to grow, covered in its hairy sheath. I sat up
and reached behind me to scratch between his ballbag and anus, making
him groan a deep rumble of pleasure and lick his jowls, causing wet
slapping sounds. Running one hand up and down his chest and over his
small nipples (I don't know if he has sensitive nipples, but he has
never complained, so I guess he likes it) I could start pulling his
sheath back and forward over his dick. Instantly it began swelling and
extending (these guys are such pushovers) and it glistened red and
wet. I raised myself on my knees and pulled his dick back and upright,
then slowly lowered myself onto his hot, pulsing meat. The point
pressed against my hole, and slowly, slowly I took the full length of
it up my arse. Hamlet's eyes were glazing over, as he lay perfectly
still, savouring the novelty of being screwed on his back. Hinging my
knees and bracing one hand next to his ballbag behind me so it could
hold and guide his dick, and the other on his chest I could run my
sphincter up and down the length of his shaft. Hot meat filled my butt
and the sensation was making my pre-come lubricant ooze out the end of
my dick.

	As I reached the end of my strokes, my buttocks pressed
against his groin, and the full length of his shaft inside me, I would
pause slightly, and at each pause, I could feel the base of his dick
swelling bigger. Until it plugged my hole completely, still swelling
so we were tied together, mated so I couldn't remove him from inside
me if I had wanted to. Deep, deep in my hole I could feel him
contracting his muscles, and red hot lava come poured into me: Hamlet
at the peak of his pleasure was coming into my arse, filling me with
his passion. At first, when I was tied to Hamlet, it felt as though I
was being reamed with a baseball bat, so big was the swelling that my
hole could barely stretch around him, but as I grew more accustomed to
it, the feeling of being so intimately tied to him is so intense, so
fulfilling.

	Still his come was pumping into me making me nearly come
myself. When I felt him pause, I would squeeze my own muscles against
the whole of his shaft to prolong his pleasure. Slowly I edged
backward and lay back with a pillow under my hips, so now we were both
lying on our backs, butt to butt, with his pulsing cock still bound
tightly into me, and as I lay back, I was face to face with Xanth. I
caressed her ears, head and neck, and she looked up and licked my
face, wagging her tail. I took her tongue into my mouth, and kissed
her on the lips, as I ran my hands over her lovely silky body, each
movement of my arms causing a reaction that would make Hamlet spurt
fresh come into my depths. I scratched her down the ridge of her back,
and she rolled over slightly, displaying her magnificent collection of
nipples. I turned my head so I could take one into my mouth, and
nuzzled my face into her warm, soft belly fur, sucking like a puppy,
and feeling so secure and safe in the embrace of my animals. Each time
I shifted I would feel Hamlet's dick, which may have been softening a
little, surge back to rigidity and a fresh wave of his hot fluid would
squeeze out up my hole. I was so blind horny that pre-come was pooling
into a small lake on my own stomach, I was being elevated to a state
of randiness that release would bring oblivion. I fondled Xanth and
sucked her nipples, while my man was releasing himself to his fullest
inside me.

	We stayed locked into that embrace for at least half an hour.
Finally, finally Hamlet's dick began to subside, I could feel it
letting its tight grip up my rectum start to relent, as the passion
washed out of him. Sated he was starting to pack up his tools, as it
were. Me however, I was as randy as they make them. I moved to stand
up, and I felt Hamlet's dick pull right out of my arse, barely
allowing me to keep the semen from splatting out.

	Xanth raised her head as I got off the bed and looked at me
with her big saggy eyes, thumping her tail on the bed and stretching a
paw out at me. I scratched the top of her head as she yawned hugely.
She sniffed my dick and licked casually at the wetness of the
lubricant. I had an idea, something I hadn't tried before. Holding
Xanth's head still with one hand, I guided my cock into the side of
her mouth, into the flap of jowl. That wonderful, intelligent dog of
mine stayed perfectly still, not moving a muscle, as my dick slid its
full length into the side of her mouth, the head slipping along next
to her teeth (surprisingly they are really smooth, and so well lubed
with her saliva they were slippery like her gums). Now I could grip my
dick through the flesh of her jowls, and rub the cheek up and down the
length of my dick.

	What an incredible feeling!! Her mouth was really warm, and
feeling my dick through her cheek was awesome. I would describe it
like jerking off while your dick is covered in a big, warm, furry
condom, but that really doesn't come close. Perhaps closer to giving
yourself head. Anyway the feeling was incredible, and I began rubbing
her jowl faster along my dick, seeing it inside her mouth, and feeling
the fur and my own meat with my hand. Xanth was still staying stock
still, not sure, I guess, what was going on. I was getting closer to
orgasm, and losing rational thought, the novelty of getting a blowjob
from my dog, and seeing my dick vanishing and reappearing into the
loose flesh of her jowl, being pressed against my dick. Now I couldn't
hold back, as I was thrusting into her mouth, rising higher toward
orgasm, until, Pow, Zap zapzap, electricity flowed from my dick, up
through my body into my head, orgasm thudded into me. Semen squirted
into Xanth's mouth, wad after wad of thick, white come flooded into
her. I dug my fingers into the side of her head, scratching her ears
convulsively as I came, the novelty of the experience prolonging my
pleasure. And still the waves were washing through me, coming still,
forcing the come into Xanth. I gripped my dick again through her
flesh, squeezing the last of the come, and pleasure, into her mouth
and withdrawing, even then small bolts of pleasure gripping my
muscles.

	Now Xanth moved, licking her jowls and swallowing my come,
wagging her tail and smacking her lips, enjoying every morsel of her
breakfast snack.

	"Come on, breakfast is ready. Pancakes and maple syrup,"
called a sweet voice from the kitchen.

	"I just got a blowjob from Xanth," I declared in return.

	"And you didn't let me watch, bastard. Hey," the voice was
closer now, "I thought you'd still be shagged out from last nights
performance. I'm still sore from the cucumber." Heather rubbed her
pussy through the thin fabric of her dressing gown. "Ah! Don't forget
you were going to bath the dogs today."

	Goddamn. Forgot. They WERE a bit whiffy, but bathing them was
a tremendous effort. You imagine trying to keep a dog that weighs more
than you from leaping out of the bath while they are still
waterlogged, or from eating the soap. Fuck it. "O.K. Which one do you
want?"

	"Wrong again! Darryl and Janene are coming over at 11:00 and
we are bottling peaches all day. You get both."

	Goddamn. Both of the monsters.

	Breakfast. Yummm. Maple syrup. Hot pancakes. Yummm

	The day was slated to be a cracker. Absolute heaven, blue sky
horizon to horizon, not a cloud to be seen. Perfect weather to be
doing nothing but lying in the sun like a pregnant lizard, no worries
or cares. Just bliss.

	Unfortunately I was in the process of wresting Xanth into the
tub. Twelve stone of eel. Why, O Lord why don't they like getting into
the tub. They love being wet, they love getting washed, they love
being dried off. But they will not, WILL NOT get into the tub!!!
Eventually (as usual) I just lifted her bodily into the tub. We have a
huge bathroom, tiled everywhere, and a great big spa bath, three
seater at least. I wash the dogs in here `cause it's easier (I think)
than doing it with bucket's outside.

	Washing the dogs is easiest in three sections. Rear first,
then middle, then head. In between washing their middle and head, I
re-wash their whole body. You see, the first shampoo barely suds, just
washing off the surface dirt, and revealing the more fundamental mess
underneath. Then their head last, `cause neither of them really likes
having their ears wet.

	Naked is the best way for me to be too, otherwise anything I'm
wearing fills up with dog hair and clogs the washing machine. Also,
let's face it, I'm kinky as hell!

	While I'm washing them, I like to bring them to orgasm too.
Xanth I played with just before washing her head, stimulating her
nipples with my soapy hands, until she was begging me to enter her.
Then inserting one finger, two, and slowly fucking her with my
fingers. She started humping up and down my fingers, really slippery
from the water mixing with her love juices. I kept my fingers pushing
into her, and letting her hump their entire length, until she
orgasmed, squeezing her vagina muscles onto my fingers, smacking her
lips loudly as she came. (and burbled as it came? Hmmm gives the
Jabberwocky a whole new meaning!) With my fingers as far into her as
they could go, I could feel the convulsions as she bathed in her
ecstasy. Finally they became less frequent and violent as the pleasure
washed out, leaving her sated. After I withdrew my fingers, Xanth
leapt around and swatted me playfully with a paw. Forty litres of
water leapt around too, and swatted me playfully. Sigh. Most of it
would flow down the floor drain.

	Hamlet I washed the same way (why change a formula that works,
right?), after I eventually got him in the tub, but I didn't make him
come this time. Nope, I had plans for this laddie and his meat this
time.

	When I had finally got him clean, form the tip of his tail to
the tip of his nose, and in between carefully washing his dick and
inside his sheath as much as possible, and scrubbing around and in his
arsehole (you never know when you might want to screw him), I rinsed
him off, and began towelling him off. Xanth is very blase' about being
dried:- she just stands there and takes it, but Hamlet loves it. He
bites at the towel and snuffles through my legs, trying to rip the
towel into tiny bits. All the while it gets him horny as hell.

	Dry as I would be able to get him, and with some of the water
cleaned up from the floor, it was time for he and Xanth to be brushed,
something else they both love. I took them into the guest room to
brush them, listening as I passed the hall to the sounds of preserving
coming from the kitchen. Darryl and Janene were with Heather in the
kitchen. Good friends of ours. We were slowly sort of negotiating with
them a foursome. It would happen, but in its own good time.

	The dogs' coats become so soft and silky smooth after they
have been bathed, I can never resist rubbing all of my naked body up
and down theirs. So soft and warm as I cuddled them both to me, while
I brushed. I had to brush them alternating fairly regularly, or one
would get jealous and push in between me and the other.

	I got Hamlet to lie down and roll over so I could brush out
the loose fur on his stomach and chest. He would wave his legs in the
air and try to bite my knees, making deep groaning noises of pleasure
as I brushed him. His dick was getting hard too, as he was becoming
horny as me. Slowly I began rubbing his sheath over his meat, getting
instant response from him, hunching his hips up to meet my hand,
thrusting into it. I teased him a little, bringing him close to
coming, then pausing, to let him recede again. Lowering my head, I
breathed in deeply and took in the scent of him, slightly damp, but
clean, and tickled the sensitive tip of his now huge, pulsing cock
with my tongue. Instantly a jet of almost clear fluid spurted onto my
face. I grabbed his dick through his sheath hard, and began pumping it
up and down, at the same time sucking on his dick quite strongly.
Hamlet pushed his hips up, sinking his dong into my mouth and
squirting his come into in stream after stream. His come tasted
slightly salty, but not unpleasant. It was quite thin, (don't let
anyone tell you it is thick like human come) and there was a lot of
it. Jet after jet squirting down my throat, as I swallowed it all,
Hamlet pushing his long red dong into my mouth so my lips were running
up and down the whole length of his wanting shaft. I sucked harder and
more come squirted in, flooding my taste buds with that warm juice. I
massaged his balls in their black sack, and pumped the base of his
dick. Now I was horny as hell, so I sat up and kneeled next to him,
still pumping his dick with one hand, and my own with my other hand.
The slick, clear juice of my own pre-come covered the head of my dick,
and I could have fucked him up the arse then and there, but instead
after only a few pumps on my super-stiff dick, I began feeling the
tang of orgasm stirring within me. I leaned over Hamlet, and pointed
my dick at the base of his as I started spurting my thick come onto
him. I could still taste his sperm in my mouth as I watched my come
splash against his dick, getting spread over the whole length of his
meat by my hand pulling him off. This brought a fresh series of spurts
from him, and seeing his come squirt into the air to land high up his
chest prolonged my own orgasm. Thick come pulsed out my dick again,
and began to flow over Hamlet's balls and around the base of his dick.
Electricity gripped me still as the orgasm held me, blind to anything
but the sex between us.

	Not so intense, now the pleasure started leaving me, feeling
drained and exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm. Hamlet sat up
as soon as I released him and began licking my and his come off is
balls and dong. Xanth wandered up from sleeping in the corner and
snuffled into my groin, licking the come off my hands and dick, still
getting small twangs of pleasure out of my anti-climatic state. I
caressed both my dogs with genuine love, letting them know they were
good dogs, letting them both nuzzle their noses against my body.

	I wrapped a towel around me and went to my room to dress. The
dogs I left to wander into the kitchen to annoy the cooks. I soon
followed them into the kitchen, and my wife came up and hugged me and
kissed me on the mouth. "Thank you for washing them both. Have fun?"

	"Same as usual," I said and grinned.

	Heather grinned back and said, "Good. Hope you still have some
energy left to start the swimming pool with Darryl!"