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It was Friday afternoon, I had finished a long work week and I was really looking forward to the next 48 hours. I'm proud of the Bungalow I bought in old Whitby, it's an old, sturdy, logical house close to my mum and where I grew up. After I walked home and relaxed, I ate supper and then took my pet Utonagan Adolf for a walk and had a good play with him, I couldn't find a wolf adoption and my common sense thought better of it, so I found the next best thing. Remembering back to my college days learning about these dogs, I managed to find one. I reconnected with Sandra, the woman who initially contacted me about these dogs and I checked everything out. The house where she had the dogs was clean with a spacious back yard, and the sires and dams looked healthy and were friendly. I looked at the males and selected the medium-sized one in the litter, he was well developed with a dark grey stripe down his back and lighter grey on the rest of his body with beige, white, and black markings accenting his coat. After assuring myself that it was all good, Sandra and I made the exchange in a McDonald's parking lot. That was 4 years ago, and since then Adolf has become a certified Schutzhund 3 competitor as well as very satisfying in bed and a great friend. Anyway, after our play I give him his ritual prostate massage to prevent it enlarging and causing any problems later. To be honest, it's also kind of hot. I swear, it's like a Pavlov thing, because every time I snap on the Latex glove, he comes jogging in excited and stands with his back to me like he knows what's going to happen. I gently grasp the base of his tail with my left hand, and gently insert two gloved fingers from my right. Every time I stimulate his anal g spot, he looks back with those amber eyes with a mixture of content, lust, and gratitude. As he starts to thrust, I release his tail and hold my left index finger and thumb on his penis and let him thrust through it like a pseudo masturbation for extra satisfaction. While he looks back at me, I'm reminded of just how handsome he is with the contrast of those eyes against his matured and mostly beige face as he pants with satisfaction. As this is all happening, I'm whispering "good boy", "you like that, don't you". Praising him as his tags jingle on his leather collar I made for him. On the days when he's feeling particularly "pent-up" I'll let him drain his balls in my ass! On those days, I'm glad he only weighs 60 pounds and stands 22 inches tall, that makes it easy for us to mount each other. I love the feel of his thrust provided by those powerful, athletic legs and hips. His shaft is also a comfortable thickness, and his knot isn't too big.

On days where I'm feeling needy, I'll sodomize him while giving him a hand-job for good measure. He doesn't seem to mind laying on his back on my double bed while I sodomize and masturbate him either. While on his back, his tail flops over the edge of the bed exposing that heavy sheath and big knot, along with his big balls and that pink needy hole of his! Mostly, I do him standing in the living room. Sometimes, I'll just focus on his ass and thrust away holding his hips. Just the sight of those big testicles held snugly between those powerful legs below that wanting butt is enough to get me hard and leaking!

Saturday morning rolls around, and I'm looking forward to my plans. I start by rolling over in bed and stroking Adolf's chest, thick sheath, and big, hanging balls as he lies on his back beside me, then I get up, make my bed, and we both have breakfast. I take Adolf for a nice long walk and go to the gym. After I've returned from my workout, I took Adolf for another walk and sucked his dick. I let him hump my face so it feels natural for him and I can get a good view and smell of those musky, semen-filled orbs. After swallowing his load, I made myself a good lunch and then I cleaned up my house. It's a medium-sized Bungalow, that I bought a few years ago, it has a small lot front and back, and the yellow brick and black slate roof have held up beautifully. I installed new glass doors front and rear in front of the weathered hard wood originals that are solid with a nice patina. It's at the end of Fairview drive so I can climb a small ridge and be on Bonacord to go visit mum easily. After that was done, I walked outside to give my recently acquired dream car a good run around town. I stroll out to the lane-way and stop to admire the finished product. I finally have the car I thought Pontiac should of built, if the committee hadn't listened to John Delorean.

The turquoise original paint looked great against the polished chrome full-width bumpers and push button door handles. It came out perfectly. Since I wanted to follow the Pontiac advertiser's original idea for a Road runner-chasing budget economy muscle car, I had specific criteria. I found a beautiful, rust-free 1968 LeMans HO two door hardtop, I got lucky, it was in Kentucky, and I saw it while I was down there visiting another "zoo" friend Ted. We shared his intact German Shepherd Bruno, we eventually made a orgy out of it with Ted's friend Tim, his sister's Golden Retriever Sam, as well as a Dane and a Mastiff-all intact males. I had actually heard about the car from Sandra, she had PM'd me while we were talking on a Utonagan forum about our dogs in competition. She bought it with the intention of selling it to me. It wasn't numbers-matching so I wasn't worried about doing any damage or it costing an arm and a leg to buy and insure. The parchment interior was in great driver-quality condition, with just the bench seats needing to be built up again. Sandra said it had been garaged and driven sparingly which explained it's great condition. The pictures looked great, and so did the description. I told her I'd be around to check it out. She told me the keys would be in the glove box, and to help myself. When I arrived the next day, I was stunned by how great the original turquoise paint looked in person. I loved it's authenticity, wasn't faded or dull, great OEM semigloss look. As I walked up the drive, I also noticed the gorgeous C4 generation Corvette GranSport, parked beside it. The blue paint with the white stripe just shined along with the black five spoke rims. I was intrigued by the GSLINGLT5 licence plate. I also liked how the red leather interior was in surprisingly good condition, and that the seats matched the hash marks perfectly. I opened the hood, on the LaMans and I checked out the engine. It had an original, date-coded 1969 350 High Output in it which fit my plan, I saw the original #48 heads, but Sandra had installed an Edelbrock single plane aluminum air gap intake and matching self-tune EFI under the 14" chrome air cleaner, which I appreciated, along with a set of Hooker 2" coated headers. There was also a Hydraboost system coming off the power steering pump. As I looked under the rockers and inspected the chassis, I saw that the headers fed nicely into a 2.5 inch stainless exhaust and home-made glasspack mufflers. I opened the driver's door to take a quick look inside and I was pleased that the interior was as advertised. As I'm walking around it, I also noticed the beautiful body colour steel wheels and dog dish hubcaps, I was looking forward to testing the disc brakes behind those 17 inch stock looking wheels. I always liked steels and hub caps. It gives a nice low key look. I also like how the word "Coyote" is written in silver script replacing the "LeMans" badges just in front of the front fenders and "Coyote H.O" in the white stripe going down the full side length of the car at the mid-height body line. I love how the vinyl top was removed from when I saw the pictures. I was never a fan of the look, and they can trap water and rot the roof out! Along with a dust trail graphic painted on both rear quarters with OL' Willie running ahead of it with his usual determination. I opened the door and slid onto the supportive bench. Finding the keys in the glove box, I fired up that 350 and listened to the deep, low rumble from the straight-through silencers. I switch off the engine and walk up Sandra's drive to the front of her house. She lives in a nice red brick two story, pretty non-descript but sturdy and new-looking and knock on her steel front door. Sandra opens it and greets me with a hi and a big hug, "Hey Sandra, I just finished my once over, and the car looks great". I say pointing back to it. "Great, see how she handles". Sandra replies happily. She closes her door and I reenter the car and drive out for a leisurely cruise just checking everything over. As I'm driving along, I check the brakes, those drilled rotors and four piston calibers really haul this thing down nicely. I was actually surprised by how positive and quick the brakes were. The hydraboost system I spied under the hood is a noticeable help. All the lights worked perfectly, and the steering, was quick and responsive, also, that wood grain Shelby-style wheel felt great in my hands. Looking at those three spokes turn as the quick ratio box easily negotiated the corners. It was nice to see how accurate the original gauges were. The hydraulic slave cylinder and throughout bearing made disengaging the pressure plate easy as it did so about a quarter of the way down the clutch pedal's travel. In conjunction with the Hurst shifter, made quick work of the 3 gears in the original Saginaw transmission with short, consistent throws. The original High Output 350 ran great and didn't have any problems that I could hear or notice. I got her up to 65 kph as I shifted into third and saw the RPM right at 1,547 as I checked for any issues. The throttle response was great, it idled perfectly, the water temperature, and oil pressure were in the right range, and it didn't burn any oil or anti-freeze. The suspension was also smooth, and compliant yet firm and responsive. I could feel that it had been gone through and upgraded. The replacement Cobra-style three-spoke wheel felt great in my hands, and I've always liked those anyway. I also notice the word "Coyote" on a plaque on the dash where RoadRunner would be on the Plymouth. Along with a small painting of the Coyote himself. She said she went over everything and replaced what needed to be replaced with upgrades, like urethane bushings all around along with new shocks, and the F-41 boxed control arms had progressive coil overs. The biggest surprise however on the road was the addition of a late model Corvette IRS system. which contributed big time to the responsive and smooth ride along with the 1" sway bars front and rear. She also said there was a 3.50 Posi-which I could feel-in the factory 10 bolt. When I got back, Sandra was waiting for me. She told me it was thirty five even, but I negotiated it down to 32,500, and we shook on it. Before I left though, Sandra invites me in to see her female Golden-of all things! I look around the expansive tiled front area, there's a coat closet to my left and a kitchen behind that and back also to the left, along with an oak staircase in the back on the right, and a hallway going passed it. "Nice place Sandra, I thought you were just into Utonagans!" I say surprised. "Lily here is just my way to relax after a hard day", she tells me. She tells me she routinely pegs her with her strap-on and they share her dildo! That's what I loved about this woman-an "animal lover" and a car nut like me. Sandra asks if I want to watch, and I enthusiastically agree. Sandra walks into her bedroom and I hear her praising and being affectionate with Lily-I guess she knows what's about to happen! Sandra returns with her teal vibrator and a pink Feeldoe, along with a towel. "You're in luck Bob, Lily's in heat, so she's extra receptive and horny".

I watch as she turns Lily around and asks me to pet and reassure her, then she slides her tight jeans down those slim, toned legs along with her red lace panties. She slides one end of the artificial penis into her shaved vagina-I hear her moan with pleasure as she is stimulated a little-and then squats down. All the while, I'm getting really turned on! Sandra lightly holds Lily's hips as she wags excitedly, and slides the vibrator easily and gently into her compliant bitch's hot, wet vagina! Lily stands ramrod straight and starts to pant slightly when Sandra turns the vibrator on and the stimulation's start on her most sensitive area. As this is happening, Sandra then eases her silicone appendage into her"girlfriend's" willing anus-evidently these two make a habit of this! Lily's mistress starts to piston in her, and she begins to tremble a little as her tail hole is intruded upon by the fake penis. While her rear is being serviced, I take the oppertunity to service her front, pulling out my now-hard erection and sticking it into Lily's soft muzzle. Her tongue and mouth feel great! I'm thrusting and cumming instantly and Lily swallows all I give her, then licks me clean! After a few minutes, the lovers finish round one with a squirting orgasm from Lily, and Sandra wipes her strap-on off with the towel before switching holes. With the vibrator in Lily's asshole, Sandra pegs her bitch in her vagina while the vibrator stimulates her sensitive anal walls and her pussy through those same walls. Finished, they both pant with exertion and lust, as the toys are removed, slick with lustful juices, Sandra noticed I'm rock hard and exposed and asks if I want to relieve myself, and I say yes. I offer her my penis again and she licks with never-ending enthusiasm and eats my semen. I stand their holding myself with my eyes half closed lost in bliss "That's a good girl, oh this feels amazing!" After Lily finishes her foreplay, I walk behind the feminine lab and gently lift her tail exposing her recently used holes. I slide into her vagina, she's still tight and warm and I instantly start thrusting again and I ejaculate whatever's left in my balls! Then I move to her ass and repeat the procedure. It's kind of kinky watching her tail wag as I'm hilted in her tight bum. After pulling out, I walk down the hallway, it's a light yellow with white baseboards and it looks nice and freshly painted. I turn right into an all white bathroom and wash up in the porcelain pedestal sink. As I walk out after drying my hands on one of the white towels hanging from a black porcelain bar Sandra walks over with her toys. "Thanks for everything Sanada" I say sincerely, "Oh, no problem Bob, my pleasure". Sandra answers back and we hug again and part ways. I leave petting and stroking Lily on the way out.

It's early afternoon when I drove my "phantom" goat home. I'm very pleased with my "what should have been/tribute" Road Runner chaser was complete and I was satisfied. I reversed slowly into my garage and cut the engine, I then got out and admired what I had for a minute or two, then went inside to check my email. After whittling down the usual advertisements and junk, I came across an email from Roger entitled "Lion cubs stuffed and mounted", I open it and reveal it's close-up pictures of lion cubs being penetrated. You get a great view of the slow insertion with the dildo, as the the smooth shaft is pushed into the female cub's ass. There's also the

obligatory hot view of their rear ends and genitals. The male in particular is lying on his side with a fairly large dildo with ribs and nubs already inserted partially, causing his penis to become erect, as he looks down with a raised right rear leg at it in confusion. Nala on the other hand is standing with a pink slim butt plug hilted in her and surprisingly, she looks content and relaxed. I'm immediately aroused and promptly mess my Levis. I reply back to Roger and tell him how sexy it all it. I then close out my account and go about my business. Adolf and I give and receive anal sex and I suck him off. Then I go to bed.

Chapter 2: Saturday: Nala and Simba get stuffed and mounted

It was early Saturday evening, I had eaten supper and was in the middle of my cache of recorded weekly shows when my phone rang. I picked it up and answered it, it was Roger, one of my zoo friends I met in one of the chat rooms. We struck up a friendship over common interests and the fact that he didn't live too far from me. "Hey Roger, what's going on?" I happily answer..."Bob, I've got something I think you'll really like, come over to my place and we'll make a night of it" Roger replies conspiratorially..."Sounds great Roger, I'll be there in 20 minutes". With that, I turned the TV off and grabbed my jacket and keys and headed for my "new" car. 20 minutes later I arrived at Roger's house in downtown Oshawa, and parked behind a row of cars out front. I'm excited with the feeling that I know what's going to happen, but I don't get my hopes up. In the queue were a beige and black 3rd gen Camaro, a fire engine red E35 BMW 318i sedan, a bright white stripped-down 9th generation Chevy Impala-I assumed from a police auction-and a brand new Porsche Targa with the white and red livery of the '73 911 2.7 RS. I get out and look at his house, it's a nice bungalow with yellow aluminium siding, white windows and trim, and a nice-sized manicured lot. I passed Roger's lime green SUV in the asphalt lane-way on the way to the dark stained hardwood front door, it was a brand new Range Rover TD6. I knock and Rodger answers: "Hey Bob, great you could come, I bet you'll love my surprise, please come in, and don't worry about your shoes". "I'm looking forward too it," I say following him in and down the hall. "Don't worry, that was just training, the real stuff's tonight". The hall is lined with red pile carpet and there's white baseboards with crème-coloured walls and white stucco witch I hadn't seen since my parent's house. With that, we stop and walk into the last room on the right and I'm greeted by four men. The room we're in is nice but ordinary, it's basically the same as the hall saved for the five tables-two single pedestal stainless, with two four-legged wood ones painted green, and one dark stained hardwood desk. As I walk in Roger introduces me and we all shake hands in turn, "Bob, this is Liam, Mark, Allen, and Miles," "Nice to meet all of you, and it's great to get to know more like-minded people". After the introductions and subsequent handshakes were over, Roger says with noticeable enthusiasm "well lets bring out what you've all been waiting for".

Roger walks out of the room we're in and disappears to bring out the surprise-although, I have an erotic suspicion about what that is,-I try to stay open-minded. While he's gone, we use the time to strip naked in turn inside the nearby change room leading out to the in-ground jacuzzi. I take a few minutes to get undressed, I remove my boots and place my socks into them, then I step out of my Levi's, and fold then neatly, followed by my t-shirt and cammo hoodie, and place them all together. Finally, I remove my underwear. With everything piled neatly, I leave and join my new friends. I'm only waiting with my newly naked fellow zoophiles for a few minutes before Roger returns with his arms full with two lion cubs, he had them both hugged to him with both hanging from under their front legs from either arm-I expected this, but actually seeing it made it more exciting and erotic. I noticed I wasn't the only one at "full attention" and I couldn't wait to get started. "Gentlemen, this is Simba and Nala, I've loosened them up a little mostly for their acclimation, but they're both still virgins and I'm sure will be very satisfying". With that, Roger carries both cubs over to the two stainless tables and gently stands them on top. Roger and I stood back and let the others have the first rounds: Liam and Mark take Simba, while Allen and Miles start with Nala.

All the men lube up and get started: "Oh wow, he sure is tight!" Liam exclaims surprised, with half his length buried into Simba's ass and his right hand on the cub's furred hip. "Go ahead, push it in all the way, you'd be surprised how much cock these cubs can take!" responds Mark, as Simba chokes on his whole shaft down his throat. With his eyes closed tight, Simba spits up the semen he can't swallow back onto the man's shaft. "Yeah, like how much of that zebra you took last week" Allen reminds from the table next to us, he himself has his penis hilted into Nala's vagina vagina. Lost in his primal ecstasy and orgasmic bliss, all Miles can utter is the vocal sound of agreement as he forces his cock down Nala's throat and her green eyes are wide with surprise and shock! Emboldened by this reassurance and encouragement, as well as the memory he had of that Zebra he had fucked, remembering his impossibly tight glutenous muscles and hamstrings, and his tight, velvet ass-hole, Liam forces his hard shaft further into Simba's anus, stretching it's muscles as he intrudes into his rectum, and hilts inside. Simba's tight, warm walls feels so good, like a furry condom, he stays in that position for a few seconds to also give the cub time to get used to the thickness inside him-I'm sure the dildo helped-before pulling out and starting to thrust. Thanks to Simba's feline anatomy, as Liam withdrew for the thrust, his erection was greeted by the soft, velvet-like feel of Simba's scrotal sac positioned just below his ass. The three sensual and erotic feelings combined to increase his passion and intensity for what he was doing. Gripping Simba's rump, he makes a few more, hard, pelvic thrusts and empties his tight balls into Simba's ass in one glorious orgasm. With Simba's bowels sufficiently loaded from Liam's seminal enema, he pulls out and lets the remnants ooze out. Mark then withdraws his penis from Simba's muzzle shooting his load all over his face,-he needed a break from his young, needle teeth as well-Simba, wide eyed and happy burps from everything he's swallowed and then eagerly licks it all clean. He does look cute with his ears, one up and one down though. Meanwhile, over on the second table, Nala was getting an equally thorough "working over" from Allen and Miles. Nala's big green eyes were full of surprise and shock as Allen was at the perfect height to insert his erection up to his balls down her throat. "Wow, Nala sure is a glutton for my cock, look at her swallow!" he says with erotic surprise. She opens her muzzle as wide as she can to accommodate him as well as feeling the alien sensation of

Miles' penis stuffed in her vagina for the first time, his black pubes up against her velvet rear. Roger said she wasn't in heat, but I'm sure she felt some sort of pleasure from it. Nala, for her part was getting used to the human spit-roast and her eyes-though still wide-look relaxed. Then they both started thrusting hard simultaneously and Miles filled her womb and stomach with his potent, copious seed. Roger cums a second later down her throat. All four men, now thoroughly satisfied, left their living sex toys to recover to go and clean up, then they all retire to Roger's hot tub to relax and unwind. That left Roger and I to take our turn with the cubs. "Sloppy seconds" didn't bother either of us, and after a short turn around, Simba and Nala were ready for round two. We got right too it. We both lube up, and Roger starts by sitting Nala on a wooden platform I just noticed, she was at pelvis-height, sitting patiently and eagerly opened her mouth again were Roger proceeds to feed her his hard rod. "Ahhh, Oh good, Oh good, Ahhh", I hear him moan. As Roger feeds his sausage to her with his right hand gently resting on her head, I start getting ideas of my own. While Roger was enjoying Nala's muzzle and enduring her baby teeth, I take a few minutes to relax, and get a drink. When Roger finishes getting blown by Nala, he walks over and joins me bringing her to the second table as she licks her lips and swallows what ejaculate is left. When Roger gently places Nala on the second table facing her brother, he gently rolls Simba on his back and slowly works his index and middle fingers of his right hand into Simba's well-used and amply lubricated anus. Roger soon finds the baby cat's prostate and starts to gently massage it. As he was "priming the pump", he speaks softly and seductively to the little cub. " Shh, Shh, that's it Simba, just relax, good boy." Roger tells me that he can feel him becoming aroused and to his slight surprise, and delight, he's still noticeably tight. Roger bends over his little body and take his short, spiny shaft into his mouth and starts to gently suck. As he continues giving Simba his double "massage", I-having finished relaxing-carry Nala over to the second table, and set her down facing her brother and Roger. I place my hands on Nala's hips and aim my freshly aroused penis at her virgin anus.

As I push my cock-head in I tell Roger through slight exertion and resistance, "this little girl's bowels and stomach are already loaded, time to fell her womb for the full sensation, at least she won't get pregnant." The slight force causes Nala to go down on her front paws and her big green eyes to widen as ecstasy forms on her muzzle. Hearing that makes Roger work his fingers and mouth faster and in no time Simba shot into my friend's waiting, wanting mouth. In was only about thirty seconds later that I exclaim with a big exhale that I had also ejaculated, and with that, Nala was sufficiently stuffed, mounted, and filled to bursting! Now it was our turn to switch cubs. Before that happened though, Miles, Allen, Liam, and Mark had finished in the hot tub, dressed and were preparing to say goodbye. "Well thanks for the amazing night Roger, I hope we can do this again soon." Mark said appreciatively, "Yeah, thanks for everything, it was a lot of fun" follows Liam, "Thanks for having us" follows Allen, "It was my pleasure guys, and the cubs as well, I'll be seeing you soon, you guys have a nice night." replies Roger. With that, we all shake hands, and after we've see our new friends out the door, Roger and I finish up with Simba and Nala. Roger now rolls Simba on his back exposing his small testicles and tiny sheath, sodomizing him one last time. He has is eyes closed focusing on the sensation of his penis in a lion cub's tight ass while he gently holds him on the table. As Roger is sodomizing Simba, I preform cunnilingus on Nala.

Simba looks a little scared on his back while Nala-with her rear in the air and her front paws lowered is in bliss and lost in her own intensity, feeling my lips and tongue thoroughly explore her used yet still sensitive crevice. I finish by giving Nala one last hard vaginal thrusting. When we finally finish with the cubs, it's Roger's and my turn in the hot tub after cleaning up the cubs. After we've finished unwinding and releasing the last of out tension, we get dressed and shake hands goodbye and it's my turn to thank him for an amazing evening. I finally leave and drive home. As I'm cruising home, I look at the analog clock in the satin black dash insert in the gauge surround and see it's 8:00 in the evening, I hit the highway and cruise up to 104 kph as a check the tach and it's only reading 2,513 rpm as I shift that Saginaw into 3rd. I hurry home to check on Adolf, as I get into my neighborhood, I drop it down to 50 with a reading of 1,199 revs...I walk through my front door and he runs to greet me, he must of heard my keys jingle because he's right their jumping and swishing his thick tail. As he jumps up his testicles sway a bit and I have a feeling he wants something. After I finish cuddling and greeting my boy, I let him out to use the bathroom, then he rushes for the bedroom. I get undressed as I follow him in preparing for bed. Adolf jumps on the bed and rolls on his back with his legs in the air, His tail flopped down swishing exposing his anus. I toss my keys on my nightstand and get to work. I'm half-hard already, so I bend down and fondle his nice-sized orbs and then lick and suck on his scrotum, that gets me the rest of the way there! As I slide in to my balls, Adolf's tail swishes between my legs and flicks my sac occasionally. As I'm pumping I gently stroke his sheathed knot with my right index finger and thumb before sliding up his shaft. As I'm thrusting, my dog looks up at me as if he's smiling with pleasure and content. When I pull out, Adolf rolls on his front, turns around, and gently, and with surprising experience and care sucks me off and swallows my load! I whisper to him that he's a good boy and so hot during the duration of our evening liaison. Finally Adolf jumps off my bed and humps me. He climbs on my back and expertly finds my hole without too much "stabbing". He thrusts into my ass, and I hold onto his knot as he pumps, when he finishes, I let him dismount and I clean up and finish getting into my Pajamas, Adolf and I then get into bed and fall asleep spooning.

Chapter 3 :Sunday-An unusual "Breaking in" process

Sunday "morning" quickly rolls around, and Adolf wakes my up to go out and "water the grass", my watch says 9:15am, and I make myself some toast and peanut butter and get a pare and some juice from the fridge. I then let him back in and go take a shower. Then after I get dressed, I open my gun safe that's in my closet and pull out my rifle I just bought. It's a Tula TOZ-12 Soviet training rifle-a single shot .22 bolt gun-I bought it from my younger brother for $300.00 and I love it. Also, I snag the stock sleeve from the shelf overhead and slide it on, it's actually for a 10/22, but since the profiles of both rifle's stocks are so similar, the elastic had no problem conforming and holding snugly. Before closing the safe door, I take a second to look at my first rifle. It's a Mousin Nagan M38 carbine with a P/U reproduction world war 2 scope and a laminate stock. I bought with the money from my first job working for Home Depot, I also used that money to buy my PAL and RPAL. I also installed a curved bolt handle and a combination cheek riser/ammo sleeve. On the floor is a box of 500 rounds of surplus, non-corrosive 7.62x54r Full Metal Jacket ammunition that I picked up from who knows where it's been so long. I also grab a few stripper clips and load a few hand fulls worth of rounds into them. The last thing I grab is kind of an afterthought, I pull put a wooden box I made containing my 1944 John Ingulis Canadian Browning Hi-Power handgun made in Toronto. I load my rifle in my gun case, and place my targets, ammunition, my cleaning kit and my pistol and 9mm ammunition into my range bag and drive to the range. A short drive later, I'm there. Upon pulling up, I notice a distinctive 4th generation Corvette with a very distinctive licence plate and realize it's Sandra's. I get out and I retrieve my rifle and accessories. Once I'm up there, Sandra-surprised to see me-hugs me and we make small talk. "Hey Bob, it's great to see you, what a surprise!" Sandra says surprised to see me. "Sandra, I didn't know you shot!" I answer back. "Yeah, I've been target shooting and competing in 3 gun compositions for years!" "I've been target shooting and plinking for fun for years as well, it's great to meet another person like that." After our little catch up, we set up my targets. I take my swingers, human silhouette and bull's eyes out to the 100 yard mark and I start by stapling to a stand and I set up my swinging steel target about 25 yards closer from that, along with three "Texas walker" discs randomly clustered around and head 25 yards back and set up. Sandra and I both put our ear muffs on and glasses, then I load fifteen rounds from my twenty round container into my stock sleeve and one .36 grain Federal ball round into the chamber and close the bolt. I rest the beaver-tail fore end on a sand bag and get comfortable behind the peep sight. I then line up and fire at swingers. The round leaves the bull barrel with a 22's usual bang/crack and hits home! Seeing the first swing up, I reset, reload and fire again until I've shot sixteen rounds. After I've swung up all the swingers and reset four times I move to the "Texas walkers" and walk them a good foot and a half with another ten shots. I then load some sub-sonic rounds I had left over that I brought along and try for my human silhouette. I'm impressed with myself that I could hit it and how consistent my group was, about one inch in the upper chest. I them set my TOZ down and pick up my Nagant Carbine. I pull my plastic rifle rest out of my bag and set the forearm on it under the sandbag. Then, pulling the laminated stock to my shoulder, I get comfortable behind my reproduction scope and lay the vertical and horizontal cross-hair where I think the middle of the chest is and fire. I'm thankful for my hearing protection because that rifle is LOUD! I do hit where I thought I was aiming for so I hold my position and fire my other five rounds. I then open the floor plate and slide another clip in using the scope's mount as a convenient guide. I then aim on some steel plates I saw that were randomly on the range and ring them along with obliterating some discarded pop cans. Satisfied with my performance work, I get an approving not from Sandra as well. Now it's her turn. She opens her cases and pulls out her guns: an Alberta Tactical Modern Varmint, a Benelli Nova 20 guage, and a Chinese Browning Hi-Power. I watch her load up and start firing, all freestyle...

When she finishes, I'm left impressed, my eyebrows raised, and a good-for-you smirk on my face. Her groups were tighter then mine and she was faster, being a competitor, I'm not totally shocked at her skill, but it's still astonishing! "Sandra, well done, that was very impressive shooting". "Thanks Bob, you weren't too bad yourself". She replies "Thanks, I just do this for fun." I reply, "Hey, I saw you pull out your Hi-Point, I've got mine, let's go shot for shot." I propose. "Sounds good, let's do it." She replies with an enthusiastic smile. We grab out handguns, each slide in one mag, and let the slides release into battery. Before we start, I walk out and staple a fresh human silhouette target 10 yards away and then return. We raise out guns and start firing. I've taken a traditional stance with my right hand holding my weapon, and my left wrapped around and under it, while Sandra has chosen to fire with her single left hand, again because of her competency...We take out shots, one at a time until both our sides lock back. Our groups are about the same-about a four inch group-but each of Sandra's individual shots are closer together. I'm mostly impressed with her one-handed accuracy. As I'm getting ready to leave, Sandra pulls out one last gun, it's a Henry pump action in .22 magnum as well as a box of CCI .40 grain Total Metal Jacket rounds and pulls the brass follower and loads the tube mag, then replaces the follower and shoulder's her rifle. As she fires off 10 shots, she produces an impressive grouping as I've come to expect. She then turns and hands the rifle to me and I fire the remaining 5. The action is stiff but positive, and the sights are accurate. The length of pull isn't ideal, but that comes with most rifles given my long arms and shallow chest. After emptying the rifle I hand it back. "Thanks Sandra, I enjoyed that". "Any time Bob". She happily replies. We agree to a draw and proceed to clean my guns and head our separate ways. While in the parking lot, I take the opportunity to ask Sandra about her Vette "Hey Sandra, I love your GrandSport!" "Thanks Bob, it's got the LT5 with the special dual overhead cam four valve heads, it was also worked on my John Lingenfelter himself pushing 500 rear wheel horsepower, I also installed a 6 speed stick". "I love it Sandra, I really do, and of course, you know about mine." I reply "Oh yes, how's she working out Bob?" asks Sandra "I can't complain, it's perfect". I answer back. With that, we part ways and drive off.

That afternoon I get a call from Roger, "Hey Roger, how's everything going?" "Everything's great Bob, just living life" he replies. "Yeah, me too, I just got back from the range and I've just been hanging out, so what's on your mind?" "Well Bob" Roger continues, "A man got in contact with me, he's apparently another zoo living in Toronto, his name's DeLaslo and he has a mare named Kiva he wants to share. I've already been in contact with him, and he seems cool and down to earth, so I dropped your name as another interested party, what do you think?"..."I'm intrigued Rog, send me what you have, and I'll think about it." I reply back "alright Bob, I'll send you what I have, have a nice night." responds Roger, "Thanks for the heads up my friend, I appreciate it, good night". With that, I hang up and go to my laptop. I click to my inbox, and there is Mr. Delaslo's contact information with a picture of Kiva, just like Roger said. She's on her knees and elbows looking back at the camera with coy seduction sliced across her muzzle, and a look of deviant lust and willing submission in her piercing violet eyes. She looked like she wanted anything and everything. Her perfectly proportioned body and tight curves looked ravishing with her purple pelt, contrasting beautifully with her dark calves, hooves, forearms, and hands. Her charcoal mane fell alluringly across the back of her neck framing her face. A light was cast over the side of her right breast and up her hamstrings, enhancing her tight, intimate crevices as she posed with her rear raised invitingly. Her black tail was raised exposing her engorged sex. Her perfectly proportioned body and tight curves told me she was looking for a good time, and I wanted to give it to her-in all the ways I could! I email Mr. Delaslo and tell him who I am and who I'm connected with...

A few hours later, he responds and tells me he'd be happy to share his mare, I reply, and we agree to meet at his place at 8:00, I also inquire if I can bring my dog for some extra fun, and he tells me that would be great. I get back to my shows and finish binge-watching my recorded cache. At 7:15 I grab my keys, leash up Adolf, and climb back into my "Coyote" and I'm off to Mr Delaslo's house. It turns out that he lives in a condo in the east side of Toronto, he lives on the fifth floor and I'm buzzed in right away. As I drive into the underground parking, I immediately notice a beautiful emerald Lamborghini Gallardo Balboni with the interesting yet not unexpected licence plate reading BULL CALF and I park one space beside it. Beside the Lambo is a very nice beautifully restored 70's Caprice coupe. I exit my LeMans and let Adolf jump out-his nails tinkling on the concrete in the silence of the garage. We then walk out of the parking area and up to street level where I find Alex's room number and buzz in...The place looks great and is obviously pet-friendly, because my dog and I don't have any problems getting in and to unit 512. I give a quick wrap on the door and hear boots clicking on a marble floor. The door opens, and I'm greeted by a medium built black man in a dark blue sweater and jeans who beckons me in and firmly shakes my hand. He introduces himself as Frank and I reciprocate the introduction with my name and a firm shake back. I look around the room, as I'm waiting, there's a big screen T.V in a wood entertainment system in front of a dark red leather love seat and chairs, with a small kitchen to the left, and the hallway to the right. The walls are a light blue, contrasting nicely with the ash floors in other parts of the condo. A few minutes later, we're joined my a tall Mediterranean man in a light pink fluffy silk shirt, with a maroon collared vest, and a brilliant green diamond around his neck that is in stark contrast to his bright red collared shirt. He claps his hands together as he walks towards me "Bob, it's nice to meet you, Roger has told me about you, Frank-as he waves a hand toward the other man-is like us as well, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself." "I'm looking forward to it Mr Delaslo". I reply "Please, call me Alex." he answers back. With that, we walk over to another room across from what I assume to be the master bedroom. As I follow the men, I look around at the pastel blue walls and silver baseboards.

When we reach the other room and walk in. My eyebrows raise as I see Kiva on her back with her legs up and back, secured into a stocks-like device with her genitals taught and in full view. As I continue to survey the surroundings, my eyes fall on what looks like a breeding stand made of square stock welded into a T shape with brown leather straps and powder coated gloss black all bolted to a heavy-looking 3/8 steel plate. "She really is up for anything" I think to myself as I notice that he has a string of fairly large diameter anal beads protruding from her anus, and a light blue vibrator wedged in her vagina. I walk up to her as Alex starts to speak again, "You see Bob, Kiva is wild and I like that, because I enjoy devising unusual breaking in processes for my horses." he says as he kneels down behind his mare, "Kiva here, is not only wild, but in heat, which makes things really interesting. He then turns on the vibrator that starts stimulating her clitoris. With the vibrator on, Alex stands up and takes time to take his pants and underwear off, then crouches back down and slowly slides two full ball lengths of the string out of the equine's anus and back in reciprocating for a double sensation. This causes her to squirm and whinny. All this stimulation causes her to orgasm to the point of fatigue and her vagina to wink lustfully. I look down at her as she convulses in erotic pleasure, thrashing with her eyes half-closed. Alex then removes the toys. As he starts to kneel, I ask Alex if I could take advantage of Kiva's taught nether regions for a second and he agrees. I kneel behind her and gently stroke her leathery entrance with my fingers and then suck on it causing her to orgasm more. Finished, Alex then gets to his knees and slowly stretches out to where he's laying on Kiva's lower half and gently slides his long, thick, uncut erection into the mare's willing vagina and hilts her and thrusts hard as he grunts, and thrusts, and pants, rutting with a feral intensity I've rarely seen. She's bent so far in half, that her genitals are impossibly tight. Seeing that man's thick shaft push into that constrictive crevasse really turns me on! As he thrusts lewdly, his shaft is liberally lubricated with Kiva's natural juices and then he finally stands he's dripping with sweat and fluids, while Kiva lies spent. "There you go Bob, one placid mare". "Now, it's your turn". He says coyly. Releasing his horse he stand her up and ties her arms behind her back with a corset-like arm-length bondage. He then puts lace on her head and around her waist and stands in front of her spreading her rump, his big hands sinking into her supple glutinous muscles. Kiva looks over her shoulder as I approach with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I walk up to Kiva and slide my hard, uncut, erection into her vagina and start thrusting. I slide in easily, thanks to Alex, and I were never adverse to "sloppy seconds" anyway. When I ejaculate and it mixes with Alex's sperm, I stay hilted for a second before pulling out and watching the "cream pie". "What a good girl," I say with a slightly tired voice.

While I'm at the back end, Kiva starts licking and sucking on Alex's erection and swallows some of his remaining load! "Hey, Bob-I look over at the sudden sound of my name to Frank with Adolf" "Do you mind if Alex and I have some fun with your pooch?" My dog and the now named black man are standing near a breeding stand. "Sure, he's up for anything, just be gentle". I reply and pull out of Kiva and walk over to where Frank is standing. Alex follows me after gently removing his hands from Kiva's muzzle and stroking her as he lets his slightly flaccid penis fall from her mouth. I look over my shoulder at Alex who's smiling coyly and deviantly at Frank as he's untying Kiva's elaborate bondage and pulling his trousers up. "Bob, we want to put Adolf in this breeding stand. I call Adolf over who has been curled up the corner until now and Frank and Alex gently strap him in the stand around his waist and chest. As his waist strap is secured, I notice a cylindrical clamp attached to the rear strap by wires. No sooner had a wondered what it was for had I found out when Frank gently lifts my dog's tail and gently clamps the base of it in holding it upright. He then stands up and slowly unzips his jeans and pulls out his surprisingly yet impressively thick circumcised erection. While Frank stands at attention, Alex walks in front of Adolf newly rigid. Frank then grabs a bottle of lube from a nearby table and slicks his shaft up before gently placing his palms on Adolf's hips. I watch as he gently slides into his anus and shudder at the slightly unusual thickness as Frank slowly hilts him. With that, Alex gently opens his muzzle and inserts his penis. As he gently places his hands on his head and jaw, and Alex starts to thrust gently, I'm surprised when Adolf starts to suck because I've never tried receiving oral from him. While he greedily swallows Alex's load, I make a mental note to try that with him later. As both men get into a rhythmic reciprocation-one pulling out as one thrusts in-I'm really turned on witnessing my canine lover being "spit-roasted" for the first time. I can see Adolf's own erection growing and leaking on the plate as Alex exclaims through pants "You're a good boy Adolf, you have a soft mouth, I'm almost there". Not being one to miss an opportunity, I slowly descend to my knees and take my canine's painfully needy shaft into my mouth and suck on that glistening organ for all I'm worth. As I start to suck, Frank chimes in "Oh Adolf, your ass is so tight, milk me wolf dog!" Thanks to both their pants being partially lowered, as I'm lowering myself, I notice both their testicles quiver and pull up to their bodies-I knew they were close-and seconds later, I here them both emit a guttural, primal, lustful sound signifying their exertion and release as they both unload in both ends of my dog...Using his hands to keep balanced, Frank slowly slides his ramrod stiff shaft out of Adolf's used tail-hole and letting the excess semen slowly flow out and trickle down and pool on his large scrotum. Alex carefully removes his shaft from Adolf's muzzle as I slowly take Adolf's penis out of my mouth and stand back up...

As we're all standing there, tired and exerted, Adolf licks his muzzle to swallow Frank's load and he and I release him from the stand. As he trots off to clean himself up, I exclaim with surprise and joy "That was incredible guys, It felt like you two and Adolf simultaneously got off!"..."I know, this was an experience for us as well Bob" replies Alex. "Thanks for everything guys, I'll be sure and thank Roger for the recommendation." With that, we all are grinning and laughing, trying to comprehend what just happened. With the entertainment over, we all took turns showering and freshening up. I'm amazed by Rodger's bathroom, the heated floor cuts the chill of the intricate marble floor, as I step into a spacious walk-in shower and let the multiple jets of hot water and steam relax my muscles and I take the time to mentally relax. With all of us clean and refreshed, we gather at Rodger's front door and shake hands together before going our separate ways for the night.

Chapter 4: Monday-A relaxing start back/shooting our other guns

Monday came and went uneventfully, it was an easy day at work, as I was driving home, I hit the gym before returning home to walk Adolf to make up for not having time this morning. I came home and changed into a pair of American Eagle jeans and my zip hoodie and took Adolf for a long walk, then threw a tennis ball for him in the backyard and wrestled around with him. I did some cleaning around the house and a load of laundry. After an early supper watching the evening news, the phone rang, I recognized the number on the T.V as Rodger's and picked it up. "Hey Roger, thanks for an amazing weekend, Alex was great, very friendly and hospitable, as well as his friend Frank that I had the pleasure of meeting." "My pleasure Bob, I'm so happy you three had such a good time..hey, what do you think about doing some target shooting? I'll swing by your place next Saturday with Mark, Allen, and Alex, and we'll have a fun guy's day out". "That sounds great Rodger, I've been meaning to get out with a rifle I haven't shot in a few years, I'll be there". I enthusiastically respond. "Great, I'll tell the guys and we'll be by around noon" Rodger replies. We say our goodbyes and hang up....The week goes by fairly normally, work, gym, the usual domestic responsibilities, walking and being intimate with Adolf, etc. Finally Saturday arrives, I start by fingering Adolf in bed while I suck him off and we have breakfast and I have a quick morning workout, when I finish and get home and back into my room, I open my closet and gun safe after throwing the used one in the laundry basket and getting a new one from my dresser drawer. After, I eat an early lunch. Right at noon, a arctic grey Range Rover pulls into my lane-way. As Rodger pulls up, I rush in and grab my Nagant from just inside the front door in my double hard gun case and walk out. I wave to the guys as I walk to the rear and Roger automatically opens the rear hatch and I place my case with the others and climb into the back. I stretch out and relax on the supple leather and amazing legroom. Alex turn to face me from the passenger seat and shake my hand. "It's good to see you again Bob", he says warmly, "It's good to see you again too Alex, how are things?" I ask back. "There're good, thanks, I still can't get over how tight and satisfying Adolf was and how much he seemed to enjoy himself!" Yes, well he's a rare dog in that regard", "Please tell Frank how great a time I had with him." I answer back. " I will, he enjoyed you're company". Alex replies. After shaking hands with Mark, Roger, and Allen we drive off. "Hey Rog, thanks again, this was a great idea", I say "No problem Bob, it's great for all of us to be together" He replies as he pulls out...

When we arrive at the range-a field just outside of Toronto-we get out, grab our guns, and walk to the shooting station. We all set our cases down and go to the 100 yard mark and set up our targets. I have the traditional multiple bull's eyes on a page and two silhouette torso targets, while Allen has red wine and vodka bottles as well as big swinging targets, and Alex has the same. Roger on the other hand has a big surprise he tells us and will show it to us at the end. I elect to shoot from the bench off the 4x4 screwed to the front of the semicircle, along with Alex, while Allen and Mark choose to go at it freestyle, and Roger goes prone. We all go to our cases and reveal our toys....

Alex is the first to show off his hardware, it's a Marlin 96 Guide gun in stainless steel with beech furniture and some sort of cylindrical optic mounted to the receiver. Next to unveil his shooting iron is Roger who is packing a Norinco M305 with a small rail and even smaller dot sight on it behind the loading port on top of the receiver, as Alex starts to thread .45-70 full metal jacket rounds into his tube mag, I see Roger take a strip of 7.62x51 steel-cased FMJ and shove it home with authority into the Norc's chamber. Allen's up next, he reveals a Henry Silver boy with synthetic furniture and an accompanying blued Smith and Wesson Model 10 both chambered in .38 special. As he pulls out the boxes of ammunition, I see that they're 125 grain practice rounds. "good-I thought-inexpensive for a range toy". Mark's second to last with his Para USA stainless and blued 1911 with mahogany grips with target irons and pre-loaded mags with FMJ practice ammo as well...As my friends load their respective weapons, I set up my Nagant carbine and take up my sight picture through my reproduction WW2 scope to get the feeling back for it...BANG, pins start hitting primers and rounds find their respective targets, punctuated by actions cycling. Allen is quick on his acquisition and even faster on the lever, racking rounds in and out as fast as he can, making coloured glass explode and steel sing and swing faster then I've seen any man do before. Seeing his impressive marksmanship standing like that reminds me of my brother and mom's shooting prowess. Beside him, Mark is just as proficient if a little slower and more deliberate with his shots, which is a non-issue.

Mark then proceeds to surprise me even more my setting his rifle down and taking up his pistol, he grips it tightly in his left hand and unloads all eight rounds into the smallest of my targets CPSSA fast and I'm left in shock and aw...As I shake my head to regain my focus, Rodger first shot hits the top target on the rack resetting the swinging steels taking a few pot shots at what's left of what used to be alcohol containers! Then he fired the rest of his clip into a tight group into the chest and head of one of the silhouette targets. "Hey Rog, can I have a go with your Chinese M14 to see how it feels?" I ask over our hearing protection. "Go ahead Bob, we'll switch." He replies, "Sounds good!" I answer back. We switch rifles and I shove another clip home and settle in on the rest. I close my left eye and peer through the green dot scope, I line up on the first steel swinger and squeeze..the recoil from the non-corrosive surplus ammunition is like a hard push similar to my brother's 91/30 Nagant, thanks to the rifle's weight and the weighty synthetic stock...I continue firing, taking the rest of the swingers down and reset with the final round before handing it back to my friend. "Thanks, I just wanted to say I shot it and see how it felt". "No problem, any time" Rodger answers back. "Your Russian carbine shoots well for it's age." Yeah, I was looking for something inexpensive to shoot considering it was my first job at Home Depot. "Hey Bobby, have a go with my Smith!" I hear Allen holler from across the range. I walk over and take it from him, thank him, and check the cylinder before holding the release latch back and returning it to it's frame. I walk out and set up some discarded Sapparo beer cans and set them up in the field and stand back about 20 feet and take my stance...I grip the ribber grips tightly, my right hand holding, and my left on top of it as I look down and sights and fire...I hit all three cans and stand back another few feet and fire the other three rounds at the body of one of my bull's eye's and hit them fairly close to the center. Impressed with my work, I open the cylinder, invert the gun and turn to Allen, "Hey Al, do you want these casings to reload?" "No thanks Bob, for the price their not worth it, and I don't shoot enough!" With my answer, I push my palm down on the top of the extractor and dump the spent casings and close it while holding the catch open while walking back to hand it over. As I'm walking back Allen is loading his Henry rifle and hands it to me to try. I cycle the lever and fire a few rounds into the head of one of my silhouettes. The Henry had a D-Loop as all the rifles in our group had which made cycling the actions quick, accurate, and easy. Satisfied with my accuracy and the comfortable and controllable recoil, I hand that back while cycling the lover and emptying the tube mag on my way back....As we all pack up for the day, I call out to Mark jokingly "Hey 47, you mind if I get a few shots with your Para?" "Sure bro, go ahead" Mark replies as he hands it over grip-first. "There's a fresh 8 rounds in their, go nuts!" "Thanks buddy" I reply smiling. I take up position about 15 feet from my silhouette, look down the target sights, and grip again with my left holding my right and fire...I put four rounds surprisingly close together and then swing to the steels and send for swinging with the last of the mag..."Well, I'm not my dad, I'm certainty not you-pointing my hand palm up at Mark-but I'm happy with my results. I head back to my rifle and settle in behind it lining up the vertical and horizontal lines of my scope on the vodka bottles and squeeze off a few shots obliterating them. Roger then calls to me, "Hey Bob, see that big oil drum out about 150?" he calls pointing to an orange-painted steel cylinder! "Yeah, I see it real clear!" I holler back.

"Fire at the center of the red X and see what happens. Roger replies. I lead one single steel core FMJ 7.62x54R cartridge into the chamber and slide the bolt home and lock it. I close my left eye and slowly take the slack out of the military trigger until the sear gives and thrusts the striker where it needs to go....BOOOM! A huge fireball erupts and the drum shoots skyward I guess about 50 feet and lands about 5 feet away. Mouth agape and awestruck I look at Roger in shock and amazement. "Wow, what did you do?" Smirking he smoothly answers " I poured a little petrol into it and let the fumes collect with about three pounds of powdered reactive explosive hung in the center for added effect!" Rodger, that was incredible, thanks man!" "No problem" he matter-of-factly responds. Just before we pack up Alex hands me his Marlin, "Bob, see how this feels, it hits hard for me, but see how you do!" "You look like you're doing pretty well judging by all the coloured shrapnel and bottle fragments." I respond encouragingly, but I take his rifle and peer through what I realize is a low power scope. As I pull the stock in and wrap my hand around the pistol grip, I'm reminded of my brother's words from the last time I visited him up North "Hey Bob, hang onto this when you fire her!" with the slight chuckle he had. I do just that, I line up the cross hairs with the center of the first bottle and gently squeeze the trigger..2/16 and less then a pound of travel later, it breaks crisply and thrusts back into my shoulder harder then the horniest, most virile, stallion! The 300 grain bullet rocketing out of the 18 inch barrel and the muzzle break trying desperately to quell the recoil. I knew I survived in one piece, but I was still shocked! A secondary thought rushed through my head faster then my adrenaline that I had hit the bottle and annihilated it! "Thanks for the experience Alex, I appreciate knowing how this feels, I now know this is about my limit, at least in a rifle this light". "No problem Bob, she's mostly wall art for me". He answers as I hand the rifle back. All in all, I just wanted to fire different weapons to see how they felt, this was an awesome outing, I hope you guys had as much fun as I did...With that, we clean out guns, pack up, and Rodger drives us all home in his Rover...

A perfect finish!

I get a call randomly Sunday mid-morning and I'm surprised that it's Frank.."Hey Frank, thanks for the amazing evening with Alex and the cubs, I really enjoyed you're company." "Thanks Bob, I really enjoyed Adolf, he says laughing." With a smile in my voice, I reply "I'm glad you did, I think you're the biggest he's taken". I have a Lee Enfield that needs shooting and a pony mare that needs the same, interested?" "Definitely Frank," I enthusiastically reply. "Perfect, I'll pick you up around two" Frank answers. With that I take Adolf for a quick walk and go and visit with my grandparents, when 2 shows on my Bulova watch, I hear the unmistakable roar of an Italian high-strung V10 roar just off idle as I look up, I see a beautiful Emerald green Lamborghini Gallardo coupe pull up. I instantly recognize the unique BULL CALF number plate, and I know it's Frank. The tinted passenger window is buzzed down as he stares at me with a big grin on his face. "Hey Bob!" Frank says, "I love your Gallardo!" I say with a grin. "Thanks, Bob, I'll drive you to the farm and we can do some shooting." "Sounds good!" I say, "Not half as good as this once I open her up!" Frank says mischievously as I climb in the scissor doors and sit in the cammal leather shotgun seat and close the door. Not a second later Frank buries his right foot as the rear tires fight for traction and we peel out in a squeal. He grips the ball knob atop the long shifter shaft and clicks the 6 speed manual into second with that beautiful metallic sound I've always loved from the open-gate box...We race out of town and hit the 407 where Rodger opens his bull up as he shifts into third with a sound any bolt gun aficionado and SKS shooter would get shivers over, as that V10 behind our heads wails and sings as it enters a race to the summit of it's power with the the red-line as we hit 120 displayed on the beautiful white faced analog speedo and tach swaddled in the matching leather dash beard! As we reach Frank's farm out Muskoka way, we turn into the property as gravel crunches under the low profile tires. We turn in and I see a plowed field on the right side of the drive with a red barn a couple of hundred yards at the bottom of a grassy hill. I also saw an early 90's pick up bed about 150 feet from the drive with it's bulkhead facing us. We drive up beside the farm house and park beside it and swing up our doors and step out. As I look over my shoulder as I close my door, I get a better view and can see a spattering of apple trees near the barn and doted around the property..."Well Bob, come on in and I'll show you my rifle and we can get to shooting and...shooting". He says with a smile and a wink. I follow Rodger into his farm house..As we step in, my boots reverberate off the old barn boards used for the floorboards and baseboards, the weathered grey of the antique wood contrasts well with the off-white paint on the walls as Frank disappears up the flight of stairs directly in front of me..I take a look around the small kitchen, the sink is set into a tiled island in the middle of the room, to the right of that there's a weathered wooden table and bench, and a another more modern set of beech cabinets contrasting with the slightly matte slate counter top. Overall, it's a nice space, I walk through to the living room to the left and sit down in a amber-coloured leather armchair in front of a big stone fireplace looking at the beech wood walls and the oval area rug. A little while later, I here loud boot steps descending the stairs and turn to see Frank standing there smiling with what I immediately recognize as a Lee-Enfield No4 Mk2 in his left hand, and a Mousin-Nagant 91/30 in his right. "I like your choice of shooting irons, I haven't shot the Nagant in years and the Enfield ever." I say with surprised excitement. "Well, lets go, we'll shoot prone from the truck bed out back, I'll staple some targets to the old apple trees." Frank matter-of-factly replies, I see his big warm smile that I remember from back in Toronto, and I rise and we walk out together...

Frank hands me the old Mousin, and we walk down the slight hill to the pick-up bed. He walks to a tree about 50 yards away and nails a bull's eye target to it and rests a pop can in the crook of one of the branches, then picks up the Enfield and strolls back. I climb into the truck bed and get into position-it feels familiar and slightly nostalgic-having not fired prone in almost 20 years. Pulling the stock to my shoulder, I found it easier to acquire the low iron sights and I quickly draw a bead on the paper...BANG the familiar mild push literally hits me and it takes be back to that quarry with my brother. I work the bolt with it's ninety degree lift smoothly and fire again...I'm surprised at both mine and the rifle's accuracy, I know it's an old warhorse, but I like my grouping....I stop firing to look at Frank for a second as he shoots beside me shooting rotten apples of the same tree freestyle using the rifle's Lyman sight, or aperture sight my grandpa used to call it in Her Majesty's Armed Forces in the R.E.M.E.

"Here Bob, you give this one a try!" Frank hands me the Enfield, as I climb out of the bed and reach for it. It's weighty, but I feel the central balance as I shoulder it, I slide my hand up the full stock to steady my aim and stop the muzzle from moving. I look through the peep sight under the raised aperture, I close my left eye again like with the Russian one and gently squeeze the trigger...BANG, the stock thrusts hard into my shoulder even though I had a good, proper hold..165 grains of full metal jacket British military surplus rockets out the 24 inch barrel vaporizing the apple I was aiming for. I throw the fast bolt as the rifle simultaneously cocks the striker and fire again, this time at the paper, and punch a perfect hole through it and the tree it was nailed to. I throw the bolt one last time and pull up on the pop can sitting in the tree and drill a third FMJ round through it ripping open the tin as easily as a torpedo rips open the hull of an unsuspecting ship. "Wow, thanks Frank, this was a fun nostalgic reacquaintance". I say pleased with myself and my work handing the rifle back. "Here Bob, you go to the barn and meet my mare, and I'll put our toys away". Frank says as he walks back to the house. As Frank strolls away, I make my way to the barn, during my trek, I envision all the things I want to do to that horse and I feel a twinge in my shaft...When I arrive and walk through the open door, the smell of hey assaults me, as my boots silently pad the dirt floor with the light cascading through windows on the left and right of the sturdy beamed structure providing sufficient illumination. As I walk in, I marvel at all the big, old timbers weathered with time and age that comprise the rafters and wall supports. A few feet in, I see her, her rump to me, her slim, black tail and mane contrasting beautifully with her white lithe body. As she grunts and swishes that tail, I get my first glimpse of pink, slightly engorged teats with small nipples that remind me of 9mm bullets.

As I slowly, reassuringly make my way over to her, ever conscious of not scaring the equine, I reach her rump and gently lay my left hand on it and gently stroke her. I inch my fingers inward curling and straightening my digits as I make my way under her tail. When I feel the soft, leather-like texture of her labia, I start to slowly insert my fingers. Surprisingly she calmly stands still on those obsidian hooves of hers and seems to concentrate on and enjoy the feeling I'm providing. as I remove my fingers and slowly descend, she still just stands there. Brushing her tail aside, I gently kiss her black leathery sex and insert my tongue trying my best to give her the best cunnilingus I hope she's had. With the foreplay over, I slowly undo my jeans and fish out my now hard medium-length shaft. I slide in and hilt as she lowers her head. As I thrust with a supportive placement of my hands on her firm yet supple glutinous muscles, I begin to piston in and out with slow consistent strokes until I feel myself ejaculate and make one final hilt with a fleshly slap against her rear. With my liaison with her over, I pull out slick with both our juices and make my way to her head. As I slide up her back feeling all her taught, undulating muscles, and brush up against her mane working my way to her head, she begins to relax. As I pet her head a calmly stand in front of her, those big brown eyes stare back with quiet study and an unfamiliar yet knowing trust. She then lowers her head and licks my erect, glistening shaft clean, to my surprise and delight, feeling that wet, firm, yet dexterous muscle. When she's done and resumes staring at me. I gently cup her jaw in my left hand while continuing to stroke her head and calmly stare at her.

As I'm stroking her, Frank walks in.."Well, I see you two have gotten acquainted", he says with a happy lilt to his voice. "Yeah, she felt very nice and is amazingly calm and receptive". I neutrally reply with my eyes half cast down to her. I look up to stare at my friend "Well, I see you haven't wasted any time". I say wide-eyes yet unfazed. Frank is standing in the doorway to the barn completely naked! His muscular, defined body with his medium black completion is in stark contrast with his purplish long, thick erection and jet black hair. "I've already had my go with her, and I appreciate it, have your fun", I respond flatly and step away, removing my hands and doing myself back up and stepping away...

"Thanks Bob, oracle here LOVES hard anal!" Frank replies excitedly. He walks up to his waiting mare, his erection pointing the way like a torpedo, a few steps later he reaches his equine lover's rear and places his palms on the outer curve of her defined glutenous muscles. "That's a good girl, just relax and I'll give you what you want". He whispers to her with a seductive deviance in his voice. A second later he's hilted her ass! As he starts to hammer away at her needy butt, she starts to produce these farting-like sounds indicating that she's having an orgasm. For Frank's part, he's ejaculating so much that his seed is being forced back out onto his shaft and making his rutting almost effortless as his sperm mixes with mine and her natural juices...After a few more hard thrusts that would make any virile stallion proud, Frank pulls out and admires the excess that oozes out of her wanting sex! He then gently grabs her halter and leads her over to a trough handing on the right side wall and Oracle dips her snout in and starts to drink, while she cools down and relaxes, both of us walk back to the house to clean up. Frank picks up his pile of clothes just outside the main entrance and we walk back up the grassy hill together. We walk in the same side door, I follow him up that same staircase to the second floor. Reaching the top, I'm greeted to more rustic, re purposed barn boards and white paint down the narrow hall. Frank turns right and walks through the second door from the stairs, I follow and I'm greeted by an ornate wrought iron king-sized bed frame in the room's center pushed against the left-hand wall. Covering the comfy-looking mattress and box spring is a white quilt with an orange and black zigzag pattern on the lower third and a red stripe about halfway up from there, they all look to be about a quarter inch thick. I sit down on the edge and it is indeed comfortable-soft yet supportive-as I run my hand over the twists of the metal and the curve of the concave center section of the headboard, my eye shift around the medium-sized space. Again, more barn-boards and white paint, but here there are landscape pictures and Frank's big green gun safe over in the left hand corner. "I'll freshen up first, then you can have a go and I'll drive you home". Frank softly says in a gentle monotone. "Sounds good man." I respond in the same even, conversational tone. As Frank steps into the ensuite bathroom, I hear the door close and the shower start...

About 20 minutes later, Frank reemerges from the shower in the same dark green cargo pants and beige long sleeve shirt I saw him in all day. Now it was my turn, "The bathroom's yours my friend". Frank says. I simply reply with a thanks as I rise from the bottom corner of the bed and walk in. As I step in, I'm greeted with dark green marble tiles with white streaks that look like the earth is splitting going thought them, contrasting with dark red walls, and a white toilet in the rear left corner with the shower beside it and the counter and vanity opposite. I close the door and admire the scene as I strip. As I step into the vintage claw-foot bathtub, I notice a brass towel rack with two thick red towels hanging from them beside the toilet and notice and feel a thick, deep pile bathmat in front of the tub. I also notice a wall built to the left of the tub at a right angle to the back one. I assume that's for the fixtures. Once in, with the curtain drawn, I take a second and look at the matching tiles on the wall obviously installed as a kind of back splash in liue of a traditional tub surround, I'm also greeted with a bar of Olay soap in the center and a bottle of Axe body wash to the right on the porcelain shelf calked onto the wall. My assumptions are proven right as I turn the square brass knobs, and the equally patenaed, serpentine faucet comes to life as I adjust the temperature and pull the lever on that spout to start the waterfall, I grab the body wash and lather up deeply cleansing myself and thinking about the past 48 hours along with last week's two days and everything that went on, excited, amazed, and astonished...I rinse off and step out onto that luxurious bathmat and pad over to retrieve a towel and dry off. Once redressed, I step out to meet back up with Frank. "You have a great looking bathroom Frank!" "Thanks Bob, I did it myself" "Impressive, well done," I simply reply nodding my head..."Here Bob, I'll take you home". Frank says after a short silence, "Thanks Frank-for everything". I reply as we walk out. As we stroll back to his Gallardo, I'm taken again by how striking the emerald green paint looks in the moonlight set off by the gloss black Lamborghini Diablo rims and yellow Brembo calipers around drilled aluminum rotors. Frank unlocks it and the LED lights flicker for a second showcasing their Teutonic-like practical yet recognizable design.

We walk over and climb in through those trademark and oh so practical scissor doors. The camel interior is set off nicely in blue courtesy light. Frank turns the blade key in the dash and that glorious naturally aspirated V10 roars to life a second time as he dips the clutch and shifts into reverse with the beautiful metallic slickness reserved for this and Ferrari gated manuals and bolt action rifles. We reverse out and Frank stands on it again when we reach the road, and the peel away, the rear tires slightly fighting for grip before thrusting us forward. As Frank drops into second, I flatly state "Who Frank, I've rarely seen a horse-male or female-get plowed so vigorously and just stand there and take it!" "Well, that's the thing with Oracle, she just naturally likes it rough and seems to prefer being forced upon!" Frank nonchalantly replies. "She sure is special, I might try her butt next time, but she sure loves being eaten out and licking cock". I reply with equal flatness. I absentmindedly rub my crotch at the though of her...We slow down for the on-ramp, but a second later Frank expertly heel-toes an downshift into third and buries his right foot in an almost imperceptible motion as we blast down the freeway doing a steady 110 home as I sit in my supportive Recaro seat and wonder through my head....As Frank pulls up to my lane-way we shake hands and make plans to do this again soon. As I step put and close the door, I walk halfway up my drive and turn to wave as Frank rumbles off with that high-pitched growls Lambo's have off idle. As he turns the corner and disappears from view, I turn and walk back to my front door to the excited yaps and talking of Adolf to prepare for the week ahead.