Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: jona@skom.se (Jonas Lindholm)
Subject: Dane-ish <best, f/dog>
Date: Wed, 21 Sep 1994 23:25:50 GMT

			       Dane-ish
				  by
			     Hugh Jardon

	We met at Fonda's cottage shortly after noon on Sunday, and
after some perfunctory small-talk and a game of (innocent) rough-house
with Luscious, we got into the Bronco and headed (further) out into
the country. Fonda said it was about twenty miles from her place, and
about a half-hour later she instructed me to turn into a narrow dirt
road. A mile or so, and she had me turn left on to a narrower dirt
road, until we came to a clearing. For all intents and purposes we
were about a mile and a half from any form of civilization save for
the small shed on the edge of the clearing. I noticed some movement in
the shade of a big maple tree near the shed, and Fonda squealed "Oh!,
Oh there he is!"

	As I pulled to a stop near the shed, I, too saw "him"... a
small pony. Fonda had told me that he was a Hackney pony, about the
size of a Shetland, but much finer lined, and not nearly as skittish.
This looked like a regular horse in a smaller size. Not short and
squat like a Shetland, just smaller all over.

	We got out of the Bronco and walked over to where "he" was
grazing. Fonda told me his name was Sherlock (yes, like in Sherlock
Holmes), and that he was five years old and was used to pull a small
cart in horse shows. Sherlock was almost jet black save for a broad
tan patch that ran from his throat down under his chest, and his tail
was sort of flaxen. He was a very attractive horse, even though his
head was about only chest high to me. Fonda walked up to Sherlock and
petted his neck and shoulder. "Watch this... !" she grinned slyly.

	As she petted him with her left hand down his back, Fonda slid
her right hand down under is chest and along his belly. Standing next
to his right rear leg, she leaned down and reached her right hand
back. I heard her start to purr, and saw Sherlock shift slightly. His
nostrils flared, and he nickered, and as Fonda said "Oh, Look!" I saw
Sherlock's black and pink cock start to lengthen under his belly.
Fonda was slowly stroking her hand along it as it grew. "Damn!" I
heard myself whisper as I watched her slowly stroke his shaft to over
a foot in length.

	As Sherlock started to fidget a bit, I slowly moved to his
head, and grasped his halter to steady him. If he kicked Fonda, from
her position, he could really do some damage. It was evident that this
was not a first meeting for either of them, and Sherlock was just
fidgeting with his excitement. I glanced (well stared, really) back
under his belly, and I was surprised to see what must have been
sixteen inches of pink and black shaft pulsing in Fonda's hands. It
was at least two inches across, and had a sort of flared head. I could
see droplets of moisture seeping from a large slit, and from the way
Sherlock was acting I could empathize with the feelings.

	Fonda abruptly stood up, and started toward the shed. "What's
up?" I asked. "Just watch and hold him steady" she answered. She
opened the door to the shed and disappeared. A minute or two later,
following some muffled noises from within the shed, Fonda called
around the corner "Bring him around here, will ya?" I led Sherlock
around the end of the shed, and there, under the overhang of a small
porch-like area was Fonda sitting on a dusty blanket on a bale of
hay... Naked as the truth!

	"Bring him right over here" Fonda said with more than a bit of
excitement in her voice. "I've got just what ol' Sherlock needs to
settle him down," she said as she patted her furry crotch. I must have
been standing there wide-mouthed, because she said again "Bring him
over here". I led the pony toward the hay bale, and he seemed to
recognize the idea as he swung his head wide to clear the bale with
his forelegs. Fonda reached under his belly and again started stroking
his now throbbing shaft. I could see his heartbeat in its spring-like
action as it curved parallel to his belly, only inches from Fonda's
face. She stuck out her tongue and smeared the copious fluids across
the head of his massive cock with her tongue, causing Sherlock to
fidget a bit more. I was more than a bit "fidgety" myself, but I tried
to hold him (Sherlock, that is) still. Fonda reached beside the hay
bale and plunged her fingers into a small can of vegetable shortening,
and spread its slickness along the veined length of Sherlock's shaft.
This must have felt really, good to him because he all of the sudden
stood stock still, and nickered again.

	I was mesmerized as I watched Fonda lay back against the
blanket and hunch her-self forward a bit. I watched as she slid three
fingers of her right hand up to the third knuckle into her hot pussy,
and spread around the shortening, and I watched as she bridged up on
her shoulders holding the massive cock in her left hand. She pressed
with her legs and lifted her hips up, and, aiming with her left hand,
spreading with her right, she tried to fit the head of Sherlock's cock
into her opening. I watched her push, and twist and push some more,
and I watched as Sherlock danced around with his hind legs trying to
bury himself in Fonda's wetness. "Oh, God! Is he huge!" Fonda gasped.
"I don't know if this is gonna work... I want him so bad, but I can't
get that big thing into me."

	She struggled. He struggled. Even I struggled. But try as we
all did, Fonda just wasn't able to get the big flared head into her.

	Finally, out of breath and awash with sweat, she plopped her
ass back down on the hay bale and whined "Oh, Shit! Well, fella we're
gonna just have to wait `til I get a bit looser for ya!" With that,
she started to stroke his hard shaft with both hands, long double-
fisted strokes. In a matter of seconds, Sherlock emitted what could
only be described as a yelp, and I saw what must have been a quart of
thick cream-colored liquid spew from the slit in the head of his cock,
and splatter against Fonda's chest, breasts and run down her belly.

	"Gawhhhhh, that's like liquid fire!" she gasped as she pumped
more and more of the liquid from the stallion.

	Finally with a wave of tremors, Sherlock just stood there,
gasping. "Well, now you've got yours, and next time I come back out
here, I'll get it, too, you big sweet stud!" Fonda sounded almost
threatening in her tone.

	I led the small stallion to the edge of the overhang, and gave
him a swat on the rump. Kicking up his heels, he nickered, swung his
head in one direction and his tail in the other and bounded off to the
other side of the clearing.

	"Sorry it didn't work out... er or should I say in... for you
today." I scoffed at the panting horse-cum spattered Fonda. "Cute,
real fuckin' cute!" she spat at me in mock anger. "Just what am I
supposed to do for relief... Are YOU gonna volunteer to get me off
with all this horse-jiz' and shortening smeared everywhere... !?"

	"Sorry, I draw the line at the shortening... that stuff is
disgusting!" I chided her.

	At about the same instant, we both saw the movement at the
back corner of the shed. There, looking almost as big as the pony I'd
just shoed to the pasture was a big Great Dane, A BIG GREAT DANE!

	Fonda took one look at him and clucked "Chk, Chk... Here boy,
come on over here sweetie and Fonda'll make you feel better, too!"

	"Do you know him?" I asked, wondering if her previous visits
had included this big fella too.

	"I met him when Sandi brought me out here the first time...
about six weeks ago" Fonda cooed. "She said on the phone she'd leave
me a surprise, and I guess he's it!" The excitement made her voice
tremor. "Sandi's been training him and she says he's just
`marvelous'!"

	The big animal moved to Fonda, his tree-limb tail wagging and
his long tongue licking his chops. More than just a hint of pink was
evident as his canine cock started to slide from its sheath beneath
his belly, and I again stood with my mouth hanging open. This was a
very big dog, indeed. He moved to where Fonda half-lay on the hay
bale, and, almost on queue started licking the still clinging pony's
semen from her bare chest and belly.

	As some, more like a lot, of it had dribbled down Fonda's
belly between her legs, the Dane's tongue soon followed the trail
there. Shortly Fonda was lying back on the hay bale with her legs
splayed wide, and the Dane was eagerly laving her entire crotch with
his long pink tongue. I watched in fascination as he licked her again
and again.

	Soon his long tongue started to disappear into her wet,
shortening slickened hole. To this Fonda arched her back and brought
her hands to his ears urging his on. Her breathing was coming in raspy
gasps and her hips were rocking in the now familiar motion generated
by her growing lust. The dog was really getting "into" his task, and
the heat of the moment was becoming very evident as his crimson cock
slid further and further under his belly.

	It was now over six inches long, and seemed to be growing by
the lick. In the next minute, the Dane's hind-quarters started to
hunch slightly. "I think you're gonna get your wish, in spades, `cuz
this puppy's got a boner ready for your hot pussy that you're gonna
just love!" I advised Fonda. She just hummed in agreement and arched
her back more.

	Then, almost as if on cue, I saw the trembling in her belly
that signaled the onset of her orgasm(s). She locked her legs around
the big Dane's neck and pulled her crotch into his muzzle and emitted
a deep guttural "UUUgggghhhhhhhhhhh!!" as the waves washed over her.
The great beast just kept licking which just kept her cumming until
even I was becoming exhausted.

	Finally, after what must have been a dozen really nice looking
and sounding orgasms, Fonda pushed his head reluctantly from between
her thighs, closing them to his persistence.

	"Enough of that you big fucker", she hissed, "Now for the main
event!" With that epithet, she quickly swung around on the hay bale
until her chest was resting on the blanket and her rear was sticking
into the air.

	"You're gonna have to raise it a bit higher than that or
you're gonna end up getting a very large dog-dick in your ass". I
advised, half in gist, half in warning. Fonda pulled her feet under
her and raised her ass higher, and just then the Dane moved in and
licked her exposed pussy and asshole again. I saw Fonda shiver, and
she said "Come on boy, give it to Fonda, come on you big stud fuck
your bitch, come on... !" She was almost chanting at him as she waved
her ass in his face. This must have been the signal that he was
waiting for, because he stepped forward and mounted her with what can
only be referred to as expertise. The huge animal sported an equally
huge weapon beneath his belly, and his was getting very ready to stuff
in into Fonda's hot hole. It had grown to over nine inches in length
and was about two inches across. I thought to myself that if Fonda had
started with this puppy first, the pony's cock would have probably
slid right in!

	As the beast started hunching forward, his aim was a bit awry,
and Fonda reached back between her widely spread thighs and captured
the massive pink and purple shaft in her hand. "Ohhhhh!" she squealed,
"this is a big one isn't it? I'm gonna love this!"

	With her guidance, the Dane was able to hit his intended
target with ease, and as he got the tip into her wet hole, I saw him
lunge, burying his prong into Fonda's belly. "Oh GOD!!" She shrieked.
I started to move to her aid, but was quickly dispatched with a wave
of her hand. "He's just bigger than I thought, and he stuck it all in
at once... I'm okay".

	"He didn't give you ALL of it yet" I warned, just as the Dane
lurched into her again.

	"Ohh yes, Oh Yesssss!" Fonda started to pant in unison with
the ever increasing pace of the huge dog's thrusts. "Yesss, Yesss!"

	I watched as the two of them humped against each other, the
Dane against Fonda, and Fonda in turn back against the big animal.
Both were striving toward the same end, and as his thrusts shortened
and his hind-quarters tensed even more, I warned Fonda of what she
already felt inside her. "He's getting ready to tie with you, Fonda...
You sure you can take it?"

	"He's a lot bigger than Luscious is, and I've taken Luscious'
knot without any problems, let's see how this goes... ohhhhhh,
yessssss... It's in me now, and I LOVE IT!!" Fonda squealed. The Dane
gave a final sharp thrust and a deep throaty yelp, and I knew that
he'd buried what must be over ten inches of hard dog-dick with a knot
that might get five inches into my friends now very stretched cunt.

	"GAWD!, I wish I could describe this feeling to you... he's
spraying my pussy with really hot stuff, and it feels like it's gonna
run out of my ears... and his knot is really getting bigger... It
doesn't hurt, in fact it really, REALLY feels good and...
UUGGHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh YESSSS!... YESSSS!... OHHHHhhhhhhhhhh GOD!"

	I watched as her body was racked over and over by waves of
pleasure that brought me to my own senses a bit. I had, again it
seems, extracted my own hard cock, and was, again it seems, stroking
it in an effort to bring about my own relief. Without being asked this
time, I moved in front of Fonda, and as she raised her head and
grinned, I stepped forward as she opened her mouth in an "O", again it
seems...

	Fonda had two hard hot cocks in her again, one at each end,
and for the next five or so minutes, the Dane and I tried to touch the
heads of our respective cocks deep within Fonda. I thought we were
going to succeed at one point, but I was interrupted by a blinding
flash and a ringing in my ears as my knees started to give way and I
pumped stream after stream of my own hot cum down the back of her
gulping throat.

	Gasping for breath, Fonda came yet again, spasms rocking
against her now trapped body. I slowly, reluctantly, withdrew and
knelt by her face as she gently drifted back to consciousness.

	"MMMmmmmmmm, that was sooooo nice. I've never, ever been so
full of hard cock and hot cum in my life, I wish it didn't have to
end... " I heard her groan a bit as the Dane began to get restless.
"He's gonna come out," She said rather matter-of-factly.

	And in a second or so, he did. I was astonished at the size of
him... every bit of ten inches long, and every bit of two inches
across hung between his haunches. Even Fonda was amazed that she had
taken it all.

	"Where's that stud pony... ?!" I said as I looked around,
mostly to further pester Fonda.

	"Whoa, there. Enough for one day is enough!" she said "Even I
know when I've been well-fucked, and am worn out... I'll get to THAT
stud another day, but I WILL get him!"

	On the ride back to the cottage, Fonda slept like a log, but
her nipples remained as hard as erasers under her shirt, and she kept
her arm tight between her legs. I wonder what she was dreaming about?
I can't wait until the next time we go out to the "country"...