Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: mfonte@nyx.cs.du.edu
Subject: Dave and Alex (MFMF, dogs)
Date: 1 Oct 1995 18:49:19 -0600

			    Dave and Alex

	It was getting late. Dave and his wife Alex should have
arrived hours ago and I was starting to worry and it was starting to
get dark. Perhaps the directions I gave them were not accurate enough.
My little farm was tucked away in the hills about forty-five minutes
outside of the city and they were driving in from out of state. Most
of the landmarks I had given them could only easily be seen during
daylight.

	Buster knew I was expecting company, he could always tell, and
was getting anxious as well. Most visitors were either friends from
work or from time to time a neighbor. I was curious how Buster would
greet my new friends. I was also nervous, having only conversed via
E-mail I was not sure what to expect. Sure they had described
themselves to me, but everyone exaggerates on the net. They were both
in their early thirties, as was I. Dave was 6'1", blonde, clean shaven
with an average build. Alex was 5'9", also blonde, dimples, and an
average build. Not much to go on.

	Perhaps they changed their minds. I took dinner off the stove
and headed out to the barn, Buster at my heals. I threw the scraps in
the compost giving Buster a quick stare lest he try and go after them.
I let out a shrill whistle calling Cricket and Susie from the lower
fields. They pranced up to the fence looking for a little attention. I
told them, "Not tonight. I need to get back inside and sit by the
phone," and motioned them towards the open gate. A little fresh water,
a couple scoops of oats and they were off to their separate stalls.

	Buster started to bark and took off over the hill before I
could call him back. By the time I reached the top Buster was
excitingly licking and jumping on whom I assumed were Dave and Alex as
they tried to get out of their car. I suddenly felt awkward and a
little queasy, it was too dark to see them clearly at a distance and
they had not seen me yet.

	Starting with a deep breath, I walked down the hill yelling,
"Hello," and putting on my best smile. I called Buster to my side.
Alex met me with a smile so soft and sweet all of my apprehension
vanished. Dave could not get in much more then a quick hello as Alex
poured words of lavish affection on Buster. It wasn't until after we
got in the house that I got to shake Dave's hand and hear about their
two and half hour stop at a Draft horse show. Some unknown person has
a strange message on their answering machine as a result.

	Things were going great until after diner. Stoking the fire I
started to feel uneasy again as Dave and Alex sat on the couch with
Buster staring at them. Alex broke the ice as she pointed at Buster's
pink tip peaking out of his sheath and asked, "Does he do that on
command?."

	We all started to laugh.

	"No," I replied, "he has a mind of his own."

	I gave him the `ok' sign and he padded over to Alex for a good
petting. He kept trying to lick her face, a favorite of his early in
the morning. I killed the lights and sat on the floor in front of the
fire leaning back into the shadows. "Pretend I'm not here," I said.
"After four months of E-mail and a five hour drive, don't let me stand
in your way. Buster knows what he is doing. I'll step in if something
doesn't look right."

	Alex opened her legs enough for Buster to stick in his snout.
She must not have been wearing any panties as Buster starting lapping
away, his tail wagging furiously. Alex just leaned back and enjoyed
the thick tongue and warm saliva.

	The growing bulge in Dave's pants told me he was getting
turned on. He didn't notice my staring at his crotch as his eyes never
left Buster's bobbing pink tip. Alex slid off the couch, kicking off
her shoes and letting her skirt ride up over her waist. She shuddered
a bit as Buster got a better angle and his tongue slid farther inside
her.

	The fire light gave me a nice view of her glistening pubes as
Buster pulled his head up for a quick glance at Dave before giving
Alex a wet kiss and a nudge with his nose. Remembering what I had
written her, she got on all fours facing him. Buster's demeanor
shifted, he stiffened his front legs and sniffed at her ears. She
nudged him with her head.

	If she was having second thoughts, now was the time to let me
know. Buster was large for a Labrador, weighing in at a trim 95 lbs.
He looked impressive, strutting about a bit in front of her, his front
legs stiff and his head held high. A little more sniffing and he made
his move, wrapping his front legs firmly around her torso, his hips
moving into position. He was no longer a puppy; at the age of three,
his thrusts were strong and well placed, his intentions clear.

	Dave looked intently at Alex's face for signs of discomfort
and Buster hit home driving his penis deep inside her. Five or six
more thrusts, each deeper than the last, caused Alex to let out a moan
as his knot started to swell inside her. Buster's grip relaxed as he
let his weight bear on her back, she was his now, at least for the
next twenty-five minutes. Unlike some other dogs, Buster never turned,
he just lay there, panting in your ear as he relentlessly pulsed his
fluids inside you.

	Five minutes passed, not a peep from anyone. All I could hear
was Buster's panting. I was worried that Alex wouldn't be able to
handle his plum sized knot inside her her for so long. It's quite a
different experience from the in and out of human sex. The constant
throbbing and pressure keeps building and building. Just when you have
a handle on things, Buster will shift or your muscles will clench
around him, increasing the pressure and strengthening the pulsing.

	Ten minutes and still no sign of discomfort and then I learned
in part why. My view of Buster and Alex locked in an animal embrace
was suddenly blocked by Dave or more correctly Dave's swollen dick
which was now squarely in front of my face. In length he put Buster's
eight inches to shame, easily being nine inches, with only Buster's
knot being thicker.

	I leaned forward to taste its flared tip which was glistening
in the fire light, but that was not Dave's intent. He put his strong
arm on my shoulder and gently pushed me forward onto all fours and
slid my pants down around my knees. I hadn't even spread my legs
before his eager cock head was probing, slick with KY. He pressed
against my sphincter which puckered at the pressure before being
easily parted by the firm intruder. I braced myself for Dave's length
as he grabbed my hips and thrust forward. "Unghhh," he let out a moan
as I tried to relax. In to the hilt, he paused, the two of us in front
of the fire, it was so warm and he was so hot.

	And then he started to thrust. Long full strokes with an extra
push at the end, Alex was a lucky women. My only solace was knowing at
this pace Dave would be spent in a few minutes, having sat with that
bulge in his pants for over ten minutes, but I was wrong.

	Dave shifted so he had a good view of his wife, and so did his
pace. He changed over to short slow thrusts, only coming halfway out.
Buster had ten minutes left and it appeared Dave wanted to outlast
him. He felt good inside of me, but I was used to the constant
pressure of Buster which Alex now felt, not the hard thrusts of a man
who was probing my inner depths.

	Dave's sweat was dripping on my back and his hands moved from
my hips to my shoulders and he bent further over me, increasing the
weight behind each thrust. I glanced over to Buster who was starting
to shift, he was getting ready to pull out. Alex collapsed with a
moan as he pulled out of her.

	No longer held in by a dam of swollen flesh, Buster's juices
flowed out of Alex as she lay on her side. I did not get to see Buster
clean himself first, and then Alex, as Dave positioned me against the
couch and started to plough into me, my head buried into the cushions.
His pace quickened as he tried to lift me off the ground with each
thrust.

	I almost could not take it, such animal lust. He started to
groan, and then I felt his tip flare deep inside me as his hot jizm
filled me and his weight pinned my against the couch. It was another
two minutes before he began to shrink and pull slowly out. I collapsed
on the floor while Buster cleaned me up.

				* * *

	I lay in front of the fire for another half hour with Buster
stretched out at my side. My ass was still sore from the thorough
fucking Dave had given me, but it was a good kind of sore that was
gradually fading. At my direction, Dave and Alex left me lying there
on the rug and went upstairs to bed. It was late and they had been on
the road all day.

	I could hear them whispering to each other as they walked up
the stairs, trying not to make them creak. I suspect Dave had never
fucked a man before and I knew Alex had never tied with a canine
before. They had a lot to talk about.

	I really didn't know that much about them. Alex was a
programmer and Dave worked for some government firm. It was Alex who
first contacted me through the net. Ordinarily I would have never
considered actually inviting strangers to my home, but she was so
honest. She told me her fantasies, they were so vivid. Dave was
willing to let her explore. They were two very open people and they
shared an open relationship. Dave was more reserved, but easily
aroused, according to Alex. "Once you get him going," she said, "I am
sure he'd fuck anything that moved, the horny bastard."

	With those words on my mind, I picked myself up off the floor,
stoked the fire, secured the screen, and headed up to bed. Dave and
Alex were already in bed when I walked by their room; Buster, padding
along behind, gave a quick sniff at the door. I wondered if there
would be any `bumping' in the night.

	They were still sound asleep when I awoke at 6am. They struck
me as the `sleep in' type. It was not until well after 10am when
Buster started to bark and headed over the hill towards the house. I
left a note on the kitchen table, some pancake batter (made from
scratch) and a container of fresh Blueberries for them.

	An hour later they joined me out in the barn where I was
tending to Cricket and Susie. Alex's jaw dropped when she saw them.
They were quite a beautiful sight. She could hardly contain her
enthusiasm as I introduced her to the horses. I didn't want them to
get spooked. She was so gentle, talking the whole time, hands
everywhere, a skritch here, another one there. Dave as expected was
more reserved and watched from an arms length distance. I could tell
he wanted to get closer but was wary of the huge beasts in front of
him. I placed a stiff brush in his hand saying, "Spend extra time
along her flanks," as I motioned him towards Susie.

	Cricket was enjoying the extra attention Alex was paying his
ears and nape. I had already washed him down, paying particular
attention to his shaft, and now he shone in the afternoon sun. They
both knew not to stand directly behind either of them, just in case;
other then that neither Dave nor Alex knew the first thing about
horses. I took up position on the top of one of the corner posts to
watch for any signs of anxiety on either of the two parties parts.
Both Alex and Dave were slow and gentle in their movements and Cricket
and Susie were content. Horses can be quite finicky about who they
socialize with.

	An unwanted pat or scratch can be met with a head butt, kick,
or nip. More likely than not a horse won't even let a stranger
approach. I was happy to see that everything was going smoothly.

	Cricket didn't even move as Alex moved he hands down along his
belly. He was quite accustomed to such attention, but I was still
unsure as to his response. Ever since the mare down the road went into
season, he has been easy to excite, prompting me to separate him from
Susie.

	Today was no exception. His warm soft flesh dropped out of his
sheath in one fluid motion as Alex rubbed his belly. Dave stopped his
brushing and just stared. Alex knew the rules, stay to the side, keep
your hands moist and clean, and be firm, but gentle. The likelihood of
her actually getting him off was slim, but she was off to a good
start. Perhaps he got a whiff of the mare in heat down the road as he
lifted his head a bit and whinnied. Cricket's cock was fully erect now
and slapping against his belly as Alex worked its length with both of
her hands.

	Any thoughts she may of had of getting him inside of her were
surely put to rest as he was easily thicker then Dave's arm and just
as long. Keeping her hands moist with the bowl of warm water mixed
with a generous squirt of KY I brought her, she worked his length
right up to his flaring head that changed color from a deep angry red
to a fresh pink and was now leaking precum. Dave just continued to
stare at the blood engorged shaft with its large tortuous veins and
the dripping tip that his wife licked every fourth of fifth stroke. I
envied Cricket as Alex worked with such determination and my eyes
wandered over to the large bulge that had once again grown in Dave's
pants.

	Alex broke the rhythm only for a moment as she reached a hand
out for Dave, pulling him towards her when she felt him, directing him
towards her crotch. Understanding her desires, Dave dropped to his
knees, sticking his head under her skirt as he pulled down her wet
panties.

	Just above his head, Cricket's cock bobbed up and down as Alex
now awkwardly stroked it. Not wanting to disturb Cricket, I carefully
pulled over the modified stool that I used so I could lie on my back
under Cricket.

	While more vulnerable to a potential unwanted thrust on
Cricket's part I could freely stroke him with both hands while he
dribbled on my stomach. Now I helped Alex position herself and
returned to Cricket's guide rope just in case.

	From this new vantage point, Alex renewed her stroking with
vigor, using new un-fatigued muscle groups as Dave let his swollen
cock out from behind his bulging jeans. She had positioned herself so
her breasts massaged Cricket's head as she pulled slightly downward
with each stroke, allowing Dave full access to her dripping pussy.

	In full daylight, both of their bodies were a sight to see.
Her soft full breasts and slender torso were a stark contrast to
Dave's hard cut features. His muscles rippled as he used the same long
full strokes he had used on me the night before. Even though he put
almost his full weight into each thrust, he was careful to support
her. The sweat glistened off his chest in the sun and dripped off his
forehead adding to the pool of precum that had grown on Alex's flat
stomach.

	Cricket shifted his stance a bit making me nervous as I
watched his ball sack tighten up and his head flare. Damn, she was
going to get him off, and from the looks of things it was going to be
a good one.

	With her head almost directly below Cricket's balls she too
saw what was about to happen. She tightened her grip and quickened the
pace, pressing the massive cock head into her breasts which rocked
back and forth with Dave's thrusts. A jet of horse cum shot across her
belly and flowed down Dave's washboard stomach, adding to the juices
as Dave thrust into his wife, his eyes shut tight. Having spent his
load Alex relaxed her grip on the rapidly shrinking cock, thoroughly
moistening it with warm water as it slid slowly backwards across her
face and back up into its sheath.

	The sensation brought her over the edge, her whole body
quivered as Dave approached his orgasm and started to grunt. Horse cum
that had worked its way down Dave's stomach now mixed with human cum
as Dave emptied his load into Alex. I walked Cricket off to the side
and led him down to the water trough leaving Dave hunched over Alex. I
suggested they take a dip in the pond just down the hill.