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From: nevyn@nahwaer.nacjack.gen.nz (Nevyn)
Subject: Tantra. Fiction, by Nevyn (M, dog)
Date: Mon, 24 Apr 95 18:42:53 GMT+1

				Tantra
				  by
				Nevyn

	My favourite place on my farm would definitely have to be the
clearing by the stream. It is truly beautiful and peaceful there. The
native trees stand well back from the water, leaving a grassy rise
that is always in the sun. The nearness of the trees blocks the wind
when it is blowing, yet even on the stillest day a cooling breeze
gently drifts through the clearing. And always there is the musical
accompaniment of the stream over rocks. These form a natural dam to
make a relatively deep and clear pool to swim in. An atmosphere of
soothing balm to the senses pervades the whole area. A magic surrounds
this area. It is a shrine to gods far older than any Christian gods.

	If there was one place on this earth I could choose to stay
forever, it would be this spot.

	Xanth is my favourite. I can't help but love her. We have been
lovers for five years now. She means more to me than any of my human
lover ever could. Making love with her is a very powerful experience
that can leave me weeping with the intensity of the emotion.

	And she loves everyone she meets instantly, with no
reservation. English Mastiffs are like that, I've been told. It's
really just as well, as she out-weighs most of the people she meets.

	Summer was on the wane. The heaviness of the mid Summer's air
was starting to give way to a cooler, early Autumnal climate. Evenings
were a little cooler at this time of year; it wasn't so hot and humid
that all you could do was sit by the widow to let the vague breeze
give you a mild release from the heat by evaporating the sweat off
your skin. Nor was it too cool to be outside, letting the evening air
brush your naked skin. It was early Autumn.

	We walked alone toward the stream, just Xanth and myself.
Hamlet was back at the house, probably asleep at Heather's feet.
Heather, my wife, was probably reading the evening paper, with her
feet propped up on the Great Dane. Hamlet wouldn't have minded. He
would have been basking in the company.

	Sunset was only an hour or so away. Red highlights were just
starting to frame the few clouds on the horizon. Late afternoon light
gilded the trees and even the air seemed tinted with a golden glow. In
the distance as we walked, I could hear the stream, and feel the
anticipation of the cool water against my flesh calling to me. I
looked down at Xanth padding along beside me and smiled, reaching down
to scratch the top of her head. At my touch, she looked up and wagged
her tail.

	As we neared the belt of trees that separated us from the
stream, I suddenly slapped Xanth on the rump and shouted, "You're IT!"
then ran off toward the trees. Looking back over my shoulder as I ran,
I saw Xanth stop for a moment, perplexed. Then she gave a happy woof,
and plodded after me with her tail wagging madly. Xanth can run, but
she usually reserves that for extreme emergencies, like dinner time.
Usually she settles for a fast plod.

	I easily out-distanced her as we ran to the trees, and hid
behind a clump of bush to wait for her. When she neared, I ducked low
and watched her searching for me. Her tail slowed its wagging as she
began the serious business of trying to find me. She snorted and
snuffled around looking for the scent of me, but then began to head
off in the wrong direction. I made a quiet `meow' sound, then almost
burst into giggles at the comical way she suddenly stopped, head up,
ears forward, looking for the source of the sound. I meowed again
quietly, and Xanth cocked her head sideways looking directly at the
bush I had hidden behind, trying to resolve the direction of the
sound.

	When I suddenly stood up in plain sight and woofed at her, she
barked happily in reply and dropped her forequarters down in a "Let's
PLAY" kind of way. "You gotta catch me first," I laughed, and I leaped
over the bush and ran through the trees toward the stream again. With
a rare display of agility Xanth ran after me, and I whooped and
laughed as I ran through the trees with her panting in pursuit.

	By the time we were through the trees and into the clearing,
Xanth had almost caught up to me. Have you ever grabbed a tiger by the
tail? Experience has taught me that if I had kept on running, Xanth
would have overtaken me and then just stopped, making me trip and
fall. If I had just stopped instead, Xanth would have accidentally run
into the back of my legs, and I'd have fallen. So I slowed a little to
let her overtake me, then dodged to the side and stopped to let her
pass. Xanth quickly halted and ran back toward me. Just before she ran
into my knees, she turned side-on and just seemed to throw her weight
into my legs. I fell anyway.

	I landed on my back, and Xanth fell on top of my legs. Then
she turned and crawled forward up my body, placing her front paws on
my chest and laying the rest of her body on my abdomen and legs. She
was panting heavily, and dribbling freely onto my chest. Breathless
and laughing, I reached up and tousled her ears. "Okay," I managed to
gasp, "you win."

	Her tail wagged happily at the sound of my voice, and she
leaned forward to lick my face, covering it with drool. How could I
but love this dog so?

	We rested for a moment, with her laying on top of me.

	To catch her off-guard, I raised one hand and clicked my
fingers. Xanth turned her head to look, so I pushed her over with my
other hand and rolled on top of her. This game was familiar to her
too, and she spread her rear legs so I could sit on her belly to
scratch her chest with long strokes of my fingernails. As I knelt
overtop of her, her tail slapped from side to side between my feet. I
leaned forward, buried my face in the soft fur of her chest and blew
hard to make a raspberry sound with my lips. Xanth's tail pounded
madly between my feet at that, and she tried swatting me away with her
front paws. I rolled off her again onto my back, and Xanth quickly
rolled over onto her feet and pinned me to the ground with her
forepaws on my shoulders. In this game, her goal was to smother my
breathing by licking my face until I had to open my mouth to gasp for
breath. That would allow her to lick inside my mouth with me helpless
to do anything about it.

	Xanth and I rolled and tussled like that for about 20 minutes.
Finally, hot and sweating, I yelled, "Time out!" and we rolled apart.
She plopped herself onto the grass near me with her tail still slowly
beating out a rhythm while I lay on my back for a moment to regain my
energy.

	"Hey girl, feel like going for a swim to cool off?" As I
spoke, her tail stopped its wagging, and she listened to what I said.
As soon as I had finished speaking, she stood with her tail wagging
madly and looked alternately at me and the stream. "Wotcha... ," I
said to her, grinning as I stood, "Wotcha... " I suppose that once
lead into "What do you want, hmmm?" but five years together meant we
spoke a kind of shorthand, and at the words she began to get excited.
She gave small half-jumps as I stood, her front paws just barely
leaving the ground in her excitement. Her tail wagged frantically from
side to side, and up and down, like some sort of erratic propeller.
"Wotcha, hmmm... ?"

	A dead limb from a tree gave me a place to hang my clothes as
I shed them. The late afternoon sky had turned bronze near the horizon
and I stood for a moment, naked, and absorbed all the sensations of
the world around me; the golden aura of the air, the slight breeze
against my skin, the smell of the fresh grass and earthiness, all
overlaid by the constant random music of the stream flowing over the
rocks. Ghods I loved this place.

	An impatient bark from Xanth altered the spell slightly.
Important business was being held up by my reverie. Swimming had been
promised, so by the ghods, swimming was what Xanth wanted. I turned
back to her and smiled, "Okay then, last one in is a green pig!" A
strange incantation from my childhood I suspect. Something to do with
Weetbix and small plastic animals?

	Fate decreed that I was the green pig. Xanth bounded into the
pool and I dived in after her. The sudden shock of the cool water
against my flesh made me surface quickly. Pleasantly cold water
dispelled the heat from my earlier exertion as I paddled in the
depths. Xanth was not an expert swimmer and tended to splash a lot
when she got out of her depth, so she stayed in the shallower water
allowing me some freedom to swim and relax. My dogs tend to try and
climb onto the nearest surface above water-level when they are
swimming. If that happens to be me, then I'll end up with long
scratches down my body from their claws as the try to clamber up onto
me.

	When I had cooled off a bit, I paddled up to Xanth to wash her
by rubbing handfuls of sand into her coat, then rinsing it out. She
loves the feel of that, and shivered at my fingers massaging the
muscles of her shoulders and back.

	Rubbing Xanth's body always sexually arouses me. What can I
say; she is the sexiest dog I know. I knelt in the water beside her
and picked up handfuls of sand to rub them into her chest and belly
fur before rinsing it out again. As I woke, I could feel the tension
of the arousal building in the pit of my stomach. My fingers lingered
over her nipples as I rinsed, lightly rubbing the flesh there as I
know she likes it so.

	I am constantly asked how I know animals are consenting to
sex. The way the question is phrased always sounds to me as though the
questioner is suggesting that at absolute best, my dogs are tolerating
the inconvenience of me having sex at them. And I'm always laughing
inside at the ignorance of the questioner. Why, my friend, do you
suppose HUMANS tolerate sex with someone they love?

	Xanth moved forward slightly and presented her rear to me. Her
tail was raised slightly and to the side, wagging. She looked back at
me smiling the way dogs smile, panting a little, although she would no
longer have been hot or breathless from our playing. Her rear legs
were spread slightly as she stood there, so the `y' shape of her
vagina was clearly presented to me. Consent? Pah!

	All I needed to do was move my head forward slightly, and my
tongue touched the velvet fur that covered the lips surrounding her
opening. At that first touch of my tongue, Xanth dropped her tail
momentarily, then immediately lifted it again as my tongue caressed
her sensitive flesh. She shivered in delight, and I paused to breathe
in the clean smell of her freshly washed body.

	I used my hands to spread her legs a little more, and Xanth
obliged by shuffling her feet further apart. Slightly coarse fur on
her buttocks pressed against my forehead and cheeks as I pushed my
head forward to give my tongue better access to pleasure her. The
taste of her is a little hard to describe - mostly bland, but vaguely
piquant: pleasant and erotic.

	My fingers kneaded the muscles at the back of her legs while
my tongue traced the shape of the inverted `Y' of her opening. As my
tonguing lightly flicked over the bud of her clitoris at the tail of
the `Y', her hips momentarily bucked downward at the sudden burst of
pleasure it caused. My own dick jumped in response, as the greatest
turn-on for me is giving pleasure to my sexual partner.

	Kneeling behind Xanth made it awkward for me to continue to
lick her when her hips humped. I told her to stay while I shifted my
position to one where I could keep licking her more easily. Turning
away from her, I sat in the shallow water and leaned backward between
her rear legs. One of my hands placed behind me in the shallow water
supported me, the other wrapped over her rump. When my tongue resumed
exploring and probing her vagina, her humping merely pushed her groin
harder into my face, forcing my tongue deeper into her.

	Although we were in the shallow water, there was still a
slight current. It felt like a light, cool caress against my own dick
as it flowed past, and it contrasted with the coarseness of the sand
against my buttocks. The combinations of sensations against my skin -
the water, the sand, the feel of Xanth's fur, the sensations my
tonguing her - all increased my arousal to the point where my hardon
was almost painful.

	Xanth was humping constantly now. I changed the style of my
tongue's probing to push the flat surface of it hard against her
clitoris. Her own humping was forcing my tongue to rub her and
stimulate her with the rate controlled by her. So violent was her
humping, that her rear feet were leaving the ground, churning up the
water and sand around us.

	Xanth's body suddenly stiffened as she reached orgasm. Audibly
she drew in a huge sighing breath, smacking her lips and tongue loudly
as she did so. Her hips stopped their humping, so I continued the
rubbing motion of my tongue against her clitoris myself. The muscles
surrounding the opening to her vagina squeezed against my tongue,
causing odd sensations in my mouth. I covered her whole entrance with
my lips, and massaged the area with my mouth as my tongue flexed
inside her to prolong her pleasure. Several times her whole body
shuddered with the force of her orgasm.

	Most bitches don't lubricate very much during sex. Their
slippery vaginal fluid seems quite sparse, with them relying more, I
suppose, on the lubrication supplied by the male dog during mating.
Xanth was quite an exception to this rule, and I'm thankful for that
for many reasons. One of the more obvious advantages being that we can
have sex anywhere as long as she is well aroused, without the need of
other lubricants.

	Small droplets of her natural lubricant were squeezed onto my
probing tongue by the contractions of her muscles while she was
orgasming. I lapped at her, stroking my tongue along the tail of the
`Y' to take in all the juice she was gifting me.

	Slowly, slowly, the rhythm of the muscles squeezing my tongue
relaxed. The sound of Xanth smacking her lips with enjoyment faded as
her orgasm ebbed.

	I fell back onto my elbows as she walked forward, freeing me.
She turned quickly, splashing me with water as she turned and began to
frantically lick my face. I giggled and scritched her ears as she
licked all the traces of her sex off me. Then I started licking her
too, and our tongues fought around each others mouths.

	"Do I get a turn now?" I asked her. She stopped licking me
abruptly and looked at me quizzically. "I want to cum inside you,
lover of mine." She cocked her head from side to side as I spoke to
her. Dogs are so gorgeous when they do that.

	I stood up and draped my body over her, hugging her fiercely.
She wagged her tail and panted softly. My fingers rubbed over her
belly again, playing with her nipples. The wet fur of her back
pressing against my chest was warm and alive. My ear pressed to her
shoulder could hear the beating of her heart and the sighing of her
breath. And the coarser fur of her tail rubbed against my balls as it
swept from side to side between my legs. My love for her was mixed
with a fierce lust for sex with her, making an alloy of total desire
for my lover, my Xanth.

	I breathed in deeply again, to absorb the atmosphere and magic
of the early evening. The sun, almost setting, still plated the tops
of the trees that surrounded us with gold. And I held Xanth tightly,
sustaining the fire of love and passion for her, and the anticipation
of her warm flesh soon surrounding mine.

	I slid my body backward down hers, as I dropped to a half-
crouch behind her. This game was well-known to us both as well. Xanth
raised her tail again, and I draped it over one of my legs. Entering a
bitch takes two hands, and more than a little practice. My left hand
held her hip to steady her and myself. My right hand held my dick to
guide it into her. I used the tip of my thumb to locate the entrance
to her vagina.

	Just as the tip of my dick pressed against her opening, I
paused. It is a little hard to describe that moment, as it was the
absolute pinnacle of anticipation. I could feel the warmth of her body
- her temperature slightly higher than mine by about a degree -
against the very tip of my dick. And in my mind was the image of
previous lovemaking sessions; knowing what the soft flesh of her
vaginal passage would feel like squeezing gently along the length of
my dick. And I wanted to make that moment last. It is that point
beyond which you have left the `normal' people behind. Beyond that
point, you have become an animal fucker. It was a sweet moment, that
deserved the reverent pause of appreciation.

	And with something like mental glee, I crossed that line to
become an animal fucker.

	My left hand pulled Xanth gently back against me, while I
pushed my dick forward. I am uncircumcised - another blessing for
which I am eternally grateful - so as my dick pushed into her, my
foreskin peeled back. That both eased the passage of my dick into her,
as well as exposed the more sensitive flesh of the head of my dick to
the warmth and softness of the interior of her body. Not that entering
her would have been difficult anyway, as the passage was slick with
the fluid of her own earlier orgasm.

	The angle of a bitch's vagina is up and back toward her tail,
so it requires an experienced person to enter smoothly. Fortunately we
had made love together many, many times, and entering her was
effortless and pleasurable for us both.

	My right hand was no longer needed to guide my dick, so I used
it to hold her other hip. Both hands pulled her back on to me, as I
pushed the whole length of my dick inside her. And that was another
moment when I paused. That was the point where I had crossed the line.
I was truly an animal fucker. The mental sensation was strongest at
that point - anything beyond was just sex, just pure get-down-and-fuck
kind of loss of sentience. But at that moment, I was still starkly
aware of what I was doing, and who I was doing it with. And I was glad
and in love, and totally at peace with my actions. There was also the
physical sensation of that point - the re-experience of the feeling of
the heat of a dogs body against your dick, the slight squeezing and
releasing of her muscles against you as she gets used to you being
inside her. And all the other physical sensations of dog flesh against
your human flesh. That was the moment to savour. That was the moment
that separates sex with my Xanth above sex with any other I have and
will ever have sex with.

	I drew in a deep breath, and leaned back with my eyes closed.
My dick was buried deeply inside my dog, my lover. The totality of the
sensations surrounding me, flowing through me, were enough to bring me
near the point of orgasm. My dick twitched with a pang of pleasure
inside Xanth, and her own muscles squeezed in an answering reflex.
Then I exhaled slowly as I lowered my head over her back, eyes still
closed. Small movement of my hips pulled my dick slightly from within
her. Every millimetre of movement was a tender caress against my
flesh, and I keenly felt them all. The movement was deliberately
excruciatingly slow to draw out the sensation for as long as possible.
As my dick moved along the length of Xanth's vagina, the corrugations
of the walls played like a series of fingers slipping over my dick.

	Another of the wonderful sensations of sex outdoors is the
feel of the cool breeze contrasting the heat of the inside of Xanth.
When I had pulled my dick out so only the tip of it remained inside
her, the sensation of the slight breeze evaporating her liquids and
cooling my flesh amplified the sensations surrounding me. Another
pause. Another moment when physical and mental sensations threatened
to overwhelm me. My ghod, how could anyone treat lovemaking such as
this as anything other than sacred? What better place to worship then,
than in the natural cathedral of this clearing.

	I pushed into Xanth again, quickly but smoothly. The rush of
stimulation from the textured walls of her vagina played along me,
making my dick pulsed again inside her. The pinnacle of orgasm very
close.

	As I pulled back out of her, my mind began the transformation
that shows me how kin we truly are to our animals. I began to fuck
her. Conscious thought left me, and the beast that drives the sex
engine took over. Each thrust into her became more forceful. My breath
rasped through teeth drawn back in a snarl. And the entirety of my
tactile sensation was concentrated on the glorious feelings of muscles
squeezing and rippling against the flesh of my dick. The smooth
feeling of Xanth's vaginal walls rubbing the head of my dick soon made
the familiar tight butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach grow to
an intense furnace of stimulation centered on my groin.

	This wasn't a human fucking an animal. This was an animal
fucking another animal, fiercely, passionately.

	Each time I pushed myself into her, I pulled her back onto me,
making sure I was getting as much of myself inside her as I could. The
low, animal grunting sound I could hear was coming from my own mouth.

	And then, one by one, the over-taught piano wires of sexual
tension inside me snapped with a twang. I breathed sharply in through
tightly clenched teeth as the crescendo of orgasm finally rolled over
me. One last time I paused. Holding that moment. Not breathing.
Holding my lover. Totally lost and awash in the overwhelming
sensations.

	Then the breath was let out in a long animal growl of ecstasy.
My dick flexed inside my lover, and each wave of pleasure through my
body pushed the liquid of my semen into her. And each pulse of my dick
inside her brought an answering squeeze from her muscles surrounding
me, milking the cum from me. The tight knot of pleasure that had been
centred on my groin burst into several waves of pleasure that coursed
through my whole body. I pushed as hard into her as I could, imagining
the white liquid squirting deep inside of her.

	With a slow movement of my dick backward and forward, I
sustained the moment, sustained the pleasure.

	Until all too soon, the waves of pleasure slowed. I fell
forward over my lover, with my dick still inside her. A couple more
times my dick pulsed inside her, and again she responded with reflex
squeezing. I pressed my chest onto her back, and hugged her tightly
wrapping my arms around the barrel of her chest.

	Xanth moved slightly, and squeezed her vaginal muscles once
more. My rapidly softening dick slipped out from the comfort and
safety of being inside her. That made me momentarily experience a
feeling of loss. But that feeling was instantly replaced by a huge
wash of love for Xanth. I hugged her tightly and told her over and
over how much I loved her.

	We dried ourselves off using my shirt, and lay for a moment
watching the departing light shroud our cathedral with its night-time
attire.