From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.eduFri Jun 23 01:37:13 1995
Date: Fri, 23 Jun 95 00:01:31 EST
From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu>
To: jstevens@tdg.res.uoguelph.ca
Subject: Re: request (auto response)

an200@anon.penet.fi's

WARNING: This story contains scenes of incest, heterosexual sex, and
         beastiality.  Please press the "n" key now if any of these things
         offend you.
 
Lucky Dog     -- by Brother Wolf

	Jeremy always went into the woods when he wanted to jerk
off.  They started at the edge of his back yard and went back for
miles.  It was great because the deep forest gave him privacy
from his parents and his sister Francine--who were always walking
in on him at home.  He'd learned from a few embarrassing
confrontations and a hundred more near-misses that it was a BAD
idea to jerk off in the house.  Besides, he never knew what to do
with the sperm, afterwards.  When he was outside it didn't matter.
 
	He lived in a small Eastern-Ontario town and the land around
his house was the Canadian Shield--all trees, rocks, and sudden
steep cliffs.  After weeks of casual searching he'd found a private
spot surrounded by walls of rock on all sides.  It was protected
from above by the green canopy of a grove of birch trees which
grew in the centre and to get into it he had to crawl through a
thick wall of brush.  The place was perfect and he called it his
den--like a bear's den.  As far as Jeremy was concerned it was
totally hidden, totally safe, and he was the only one who knew
about it.
 
	Today Jeremy had been fishing with his dog Jackie back at
the lake.  Early on Jackie got bored and wandered off into the
woods.  Jeremy didn't think anything of it:  Jackie was a big
German Shepherd and knew enough not to get into any trouble. 
He'd go home if he felt like it, or he'd come back.  It didn't
matter.
 
	Jeremy caught several fish and threw them back.  They
weren't worth eating.  After a while, he decided to visit the den
and walked back into the woods.  One part of the floor of the den
was covered with thick spongy moss and he was thinking about
lying naked in it, kneading his cock while the shadows of the
leaves above played over his skin and the birds sang around him. 
Because he was coming from the lake, he got to the cliffs
overlooking the den first.  When he was close he quite clearly
heard someone gasp from below.
 
	He immediately froze, holding his breath and not daring to
make a sound.  He heard a girl groan and it sounded a lot like
Francine.  Jeremy put down his rod and tackle box and moved
slowly forward, being careful to place each step so it wouldn't
make a sound.  At the edge of the cliff he crouched down, held
his breath again, and peered over the side.
 
	It was hard to see through the waving leaves, but Jeremy
could make out the black-brown fur of Jackie's back.  The dog was
standing in the middle of the clearing and his rump was pumping
furiously up and down.  A gust of wind parted the leaves another
way and he saw the back of Francine's head, her blond hair down
around her bare shoulders.  He saw Jackie's head, ears pressed
flat, resting on her bare back.  He stared for a few seconds,
trying to make sense of it.  Then, he suddenly realized that his
sister and the dog were having sex.  It was the grossest thing
he'd ever thought of--but all the same he felt his cock rapidly
swelling into a hard-on.
 
	The wind died down and the leaves covered his view. 
Swearing under his breath he walked as quickly and quietly as he
could around the edge of the cliff.  He didn't dare run.  It took
him over five minutes to make his way down the side of the big
rock and through the brush at the entrance to the den.  He was
losing his hard-on and was sure his sister would be finished by
the time he got to see her again.  To his disappointment, Jackie
had already climbed off when he finally got the two of them in
view, hiding under a spiky hawthorn bush.
 
	Francine was lying down on the rock with her legs spread to
let the cool air at her pussy.  Jeremy forgot his disappointment
when he saw that.  Jackie lay beside her, panting, every so often
putting his head between his legs and licking his bright red cock. 
With one hand scratching Jackie's back, Francine reached down and
pulled her pussy open, rubbing the fleshy lips with circular motions
of her fingers.  The pink walls of her vagina were smooth and
slick.  Watching from the brush, Jeremy almost went crazy.  His
cock was so hard it hurt and all he could think about was ramming
it into Francine's wet crevice, rubbing it over and over against
that tender flesh.  A small part of him felt guilty, she was his
sister after all, but he really didn't care.  Not right then.
 
	Jackie got up and walked around in front of Francine, his
big black nose snuffling at her crotch.  His wide pink tongue
darted out to lap at her cunt, licking away the salt and the
flavour of his own jism.  She reached in and pulled her slit open,
inviting him to lick deeper, savouring the waves of pleasure as his
flicking tongue brushed against her clitoris.  The waves quickly
bunched together, building into a throbbing climax that made her
groan loudly.  With her orgasm came a flood of vaginal juice which
Jackie lapped away with great vigour, his bright red erection
jutting from the black sheath of his penis.  He tried climbing onto
her again, his paws awkwardly trying to pull her to him, but she
pushed him away.
 
	Instead she got up to her knees and pulled the dog's paws up
onto her shoulders.  She took his protruding cock in one hand and
pumped it, sliding the flesh over the long, hooked bone.  Francine
had been surprised to find out that Jackie's cock actually had a
bone in it--a long thin tube with a little hook at the end.  Jackie
quickly got the idea on and started humping, sliding his penis back
and forth in her hand, quickly working himself into a climax.  Just
at the last moment, as his motions became frantic with his building
orgasm, Francine bent her head down and let the dog's hot semen
spray over her face and into her open mouth.  All the time she
was careful not to let the dog's thrusting cock poke one of her
eyes out.
 
	Finally sated, Jackie climbed down and wandered away. 
Jeremy was in the bushes, lying there with his hand down his
pants, already slippery with semenal fluid, his mind going in
circles.  He so badly wanted to have sex with Francine right then
he felt sick with need--but she was his sister at it just wasn't a
good thing to do.  Finally, as Francine started to gather up her
clothes he decided not to think about it any more and stood up.
 
	She screamed when she saw him.  Jackie started to growl out
of sheer instinct, then saw who he was and ran up to him, tail
wagging.
 
	"Get away," she shrieked at him, pulling a shirt up to cover
her breasts.  Jeremy never thought too much of them, anyway. 
They were too flat, the nipples too dark and out of shape.  He
ignored her and continued to stare.
 
	"Come on, Jeremy, get the fuck out of here.  I never stop
and stare at you!"
 
	That shocked him.  What had she ever seen him do?  When?
 
	"I'm going to tell mom and dad," he said quietly, not exactly
sure what he was trying to accomplish.  Francine turned white.
 
	"You better not.  I'll tell them about you coming out here all
the time."
 
	"They won't care, Francine.  Guys are supposed to jerk-off
all the time.  There's nothing wrong with it.  They're going to
freak when I tell them about this, though.  No wonder Jackie's
been humping everything all of a sudden."  It was true.  The dog
had been humping everything lately:  chairs, the coffee table, dad. 
Their father swore that pretty soon he was going to get Jackie
fixed.  Francine had always tried to talk him out of it.  Now
Jeremy knew why.
 
	"You little bastard," she hissed.  "If you do I'll kill you."
 
	"Let me touch your pussy and I won't."
 
	"Oh fuck off!"
 
	"No, really.  If you let me feel your pussy I promise--I swear
to God--that I won't tell anyone, ever."
 
	"No.  That's sick."
 
	"Oh come on!  You give the dog blow-jobs and you call me
sick for wanting to touch your pussy."
 
	"That was the first time I did it."
 
	"Come on, just let me touch it for a little while.  It won't
hurt you--not considering what you let Jackie do."
 
	She glared at him a moment with real hatred.
 
	"You better not tell anyone you little shit," she said.  "I'll
wait 'til you're asleep and cut your balls off."
 
	Triumphant, Jeremy walked over and sat down beside her. 
She spread her legs and looked away in disgust.  He reached out to
touch her and then hesitated, suddenly full of doubt again.  He
sat there for a moment, unsure, until she sighed and grabbed his
hand and shoved it between her legs.
 
	"You fucking wimp!"
 
	Her cunt was very solid, more solid than he thought it would
be.  He could feel her pelvic bone just under her skin, under the
coarseness of her pubic hair.  He slid his fingers down and
prodded the fleshy mound of her pussy.  His cock had worked its
way out of his underwear and strained against the coarse cotton
of his jeans.  The combined sensation of that and his fingers on
her vagina made him tremble.  He looked up and their eyes met. 
She had a strange expression on her face.
 
	Turning his attention back downwards, he finally slid his
fingers through the slit.  She was hot and wet inside, her flesh
smooth--almost silky.  He found the firmness of her clitoris and
stroked it with his finger.  He jumped when she put her hand on
the bulge of his cock.  Things were getting way out of control,
but he couldn't force himself to stop it.
 
	She slowly unzipped his fly and his cock slid out by itself. 
She looked at it for a moment, then took it in her hand.  The
touch made Jeremy shudder and he let out a ragged gasp.  The
feeling was partway between a tickle and the warm liquid pleasure
of an orgasm--like the feeling the first time he'd consciously
touched his cock to masturbate, but much more intense.  He'd long
forgotten that feeling as masturbation had become a regular habit
and his own touch no longer excited him.  That one touch brought
more pleasure to him than his self-made orgasms had in years.
 
	Almost expertly, she used her thumb to slide his foreskin in
small, quick circles around the head of his cock.  Jeremy
shuddered again, and was filled with the raw, aching need to have
her in his arms, to make thrusting motions with his pelvis, to feel
her warmth against his naked skin.  The bright redness of his
erection jutted from the dark sheath of his penis.  He tried
climbing onto her, his arms awkwardly trying to pull her to him,
and she didn't push him away.
 
	Instead she rolled over onto her hands and knees, inviting
him to take her from behind the way Jackie had done.  He didn't
care;  he didn't even notice.  Barely remembering to shuck his
jeans down, he mounted her.  By instinct, his cock found her
vagina and he drove it home, feeling it slide through the slit and
down the slick walls of her cunt.  Almost without his needing to
will it, his buttocks pumped, thrusting him into her again and
again.  He held on to her desperately, pressing the side of his
head flat against her bare back.  The warmth of an orgasm started
in his belly, working its way through his ass and the ridge of
flesh between his legs.  It worked its way up the shaft of his
cock, increasing in intensity until his humping motions became
frantic.  Then it burst from him, erupting in wave after wave of
hot, frantic sperm.  Francine found the whole thing very familiar. 
With a gasp of relief he climbed off her and collapsed into the soft
moss.
 
	Jackie wandered over to lick the wetness from Jeremy's cock
and Jeremy repeatedly had to push him away.  Francine watched
this intently, an idea forming.
 
	"Why don't you let Jackie fuck you?" she said at last.
 
	"What?"
 
	"Why don't you let Jackie fuck you?"
 
	"That's sick!"
 
	"If you let Jackie fuck you I won't tell mom and dad you
raped me."
 
	"I didn't rape you!  You let me do that!  I never asked you
to start playing with my cock!"
 
	"I never told you you could fuck me.  You did it without
even asking.  That's rape."
 
	"Come on, Francine..."
 
	"If you let Jackie fuck you I promise I won't tell."
 
	"If you tell on me I'll tell on you!"
 
	"They'll think you're lying.  They won't believe I'd let Jackie
do anything like that--but they will believe you raped me.  They'll
just have to look at you and they'll know.  You know what a bad
liar you are."
 
	"You bitch!"
 
	"Come on, let him fuck you."
 
	"How?"
 
	"You know how," she replied, savouring the cruelty in her
voice.  "Up the ass.  Guys do it to each other all the time,
right?"
 
	"I'm not a fag and neither is Jackie.  He won't even want to
do it."
 
	"Then let him try if you're so sure."
 
	"No."
 
	"Fine then."  She started pulling on her bra.  "You'd better
think about what you're going to say to mom and dad."
 
	Jeremy looked at her with intense hatred for a moment.  How
could she do this to him?  Of course Jackie wouldn't fuck him. 
What kind of dog did she think he was?  He got on his hands and
knees and called the dog.
 
	"Look.  See?  He's not interested.  I told you--" Jeremy
never finished the sentence.  Jackie was only too happy to prove
his theories about what he would and would not fuck totally
wrong.  It hurt a lot.