Rover Takes Over Again
(Warning - This story involves BEASTIALITY!! If you don't like this, then DON'T READ IT. This story is completely Fictional. If some events seem similar to a real life event, its only by coincidence.)
Rover Takes Over Again
It has been a couple months since the first incident with Rover. It left me with a lot to think about. What happened, how it happened, and why it happened. It just really gave me contemplate. I didn't know if I actually liked it or not either. Was there was something wrong with me if I did. The only sure thing that I did get from it was that I was paying a lot more attention animals genitalia now. It was plain curiosity I suppose. Just walking around the farm, I caught myself taking more and more glances between the legs of all the animals to see what they had, what it looked like, and how big it was.
Another thing that I have started to notice, is that Rover has started looking at me in a different way. I know its hard to believe, let alone explain but, ever since then, it seems that the way he's been acting towards me is that he's above me. Sort of like he's the Alpha male now and I'm the Omega or whatever it is. I don't know. I just heard something like that on the Nat-Geo channel. Anyways, he's been acting different around me.
There were a couple times a couple days after that morning that he tried to mount me again, but I quickly pushed him off and spanked him. I think he learned or at least is waiting for the right moment again because he never tried again. He has still follows me around while I work and stuff; which is nice. I don't have to worry about going to public school. My parents have me home schooled, so I don't have to go through hour long drive in and out of town to go learn. I guess I'm ahead of national average anyways. My mom's a good teacher. ^_^ So pretty much, Rover and I still hang out almost all day together. Every now and then, we'll get some company but other than that, its just me and him.
Another couple months has passed and everything has gotten pretty much back to normal. Rover still is a little disobedient, but he's getting better. I think he's starting to go back to the way he was, just a playful and fun loving dog. I too was starting to forget the whole incident, when one night my parents went out with some old friends who were in the area visiting. I think they said they were going to some comedy show. I don't know or care. All I know is that, while my mom's away, I can drink. My dad doesn't really care, just as long as I don't get into trouble or that my mom finds out.
Quick little side story... I first found out that my dad didn't mind me drinking when one night I had taken one of his beers. He never noticed before, but I guess since there wasn't too many left to begin with, he caught on. Well, he came into my room unannounced and caught me with it. My heart dropped as I expected a pretty bad tongue lashing, but instead he sat down next to me on the bed and watched the movie I was watching with me. We both drank, talked, and joked until the movie was over. When it was done, he got up and took the empty cans. He told me that he didn't care but if mother finds out, he'll deny everything. We both laughed and he went back down to the kitchen. My dad's cool like that. Anyways, back to my story.
So there I am, its about quarter to nine and I have already drank about three beers. So, I'm a little buzzed when I get the hair brained idea to crack open the liquor cabinet and see what's in my pop's gotten hidden in there. I jimmied the lock open and right there in the front was half a fifth of Jack. There were a couple other bottles farther back, but the whiskey was what really caught my eye. My mouth watered just looking at it. Being careful to remember exactly where it was placed, I silently took it out (like anyone would hear me) and grabbed a glass before I rushed back out into the living room.
Rover was curled up on one side of the couch with his head resting on the broad arm rest of the sofa watching TV as I plopped down. I had the biggest grin on my face as I spun the top off and poured the potent liquid into the glass. Now, the only knowledge I have of whisky is what I have seen on the movies. Oh course, I have seen big tough guys down shots and drink its straight out of the bottle like it was nothing. So I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I poured me a healthy amount, maybe a half of the glass. I brought it up to my nose and took a big whiff. My whole body shivered for a second as the aroma washed over me. My mouth watered more. So, toasting to the TV show I was watching, I took two big gulps. I only took two, because it took that long for the taste and burning hit my brain cells. I slammed the glass down on the coffee table as I gagged and coughed. Everything from my eyes to my guts was on fire. I couldn't speak, move, or even breath. It was like nothing I had ever felt before in my life.
After my little coughing spurt and the thought of immediate death had left my thoughts, I took the time to regain my composure, cause I'm sure that my face was beat red, snot dripping out of my nose, and everything else was just a mess. (Looking back, I'm surprised that I didn't puke.) After a couple minutes of just waiting for my suffering to be over, I took the bottle I deemed "The Broth of Satan" back to the cabinet. When I put it back I saw that I took nearly an inch off of it. I hope my parents don't notice it. I know my dad is cool with me drinking beer, but alcohol may be a different story. So, I go back to the kitchen and grabbed another beer. By the time I get back to the sofa, I had guzzled over a quarter of the suds. I wasn't feeling anything immediate, so I didn't think anything of it. I just wanted to get that nasty taste out of my mouth.
It wasn't until about 45 minutes later that I was finding it really hard to focus, even on the TV. Everything was spinning and I was starting to feel really sleepy. I no longer was sitting on the couch. I had slipped down just in front of it and was leaning back just to keep my body up off the ground. Rover had fallen asleep by now, or so I thought.
I just closed my eyes for what felt like an instant, but I guess I had nodded off. What woke me up was Rover licking my face. I spurted and groaned as his wet tongue was washing my face. I wanted to tell him to stop but what probably came out was, "nnnmmrrrv... guh... med..." So, naturally rover didn't stop. I tried to push him away but for some reason, my arms weren't working. I tried and tried to move them, but they felt like cement bricks. I rolled my head a couple but it felt like it the top of a swivel.
"Mmmno..." I mumbled. The world was going around me too fast and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Then I felt him stop and a second later, I felt some soft fur being run over my head. It felt so good. I peered though the tiny slits that my eye lids were to try to see what it was. What I did see was my dog's cock right there inches from my face. I don't know if it was the alcohol playing tricks on me or what, but from one of the few things I remembered about this night was the size of that thing. It was massive. Everything was still in its sheath, except for just a tiny bit of the tip showing and it was still huge.
I felt him scoot up closer to my face, bringing his fat sheath not even an inch from my face. Then he began to hump. I tried to back my head up, but it was already resting on the seat of the sofa. Rover stepped in closer. I wanted to look away, just turn my head to the side, but I was captivated by the thing. The huge sheath bounced towards me under its weight each time he stabbed his hips in. Everything at this moment felt like it was going in slow motion. Everything I was doing, even everything Rover was doing, all was going in slow motion. I knew what was going on, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to stop it.
Inch my scrutinizing inch, I watched my dog's cock grow out of its furry hiding place. One of the other things I never forgot was the smell. The musk was so powerful and even more intoxicating. It was like nothing I had ever smelt before. Another step forward and the bouncing red dick slipped up against my cheek. It was wet and warm, for some reason not what I expected. I don't know why. I guess in my naive youth, I just expected it to be like a humans. However, when Rover felt his dick hit something, he started to hump faster, getting closer.
All I could think about was that I didn't want this to happen again, so I tried to speak again. Now looking back, it probably wasn't a good idea, but hey... I was drunk and you don't think straight when you're drunk.
So I opened my mouth to yell, but it was like Rover was waiting just for that. I tell you, as soon as my lips parted, Rover threw his hips in and suddenly I found my mouth was full of doggy cock. My eyes flung open with shock, and I never got a chance to recover. See, all of the next events all happened in what I guessed was maybe 30 seconds. It was so fast...
I merfed, trying to yell, but Rover was already pistoning his hips in at a furious pace. Rover's cock must have been attached to an air hose because of how fast it grew. I literally felt it swell and extend over my tongue, force my jaws open wider, and tickle the back of my throat. The taste was bitter and tart. He took another couple steps closer, burying his loins over my face. All of his soft belly fur was covering my head. I think the only thing you would have been able to see would have been my ear's sticking out the sides. He was so close to my mouth that his furry sheath grazed against my lips. He really was hilted into me now. It was so hot under there too and again, the smell... It was just unreal. A mixture of dog and pure male musk was just unforgettable.
By now, almost 15 seconds had passed since he first got his cock into my mouth and I could feel he was getting close. Moreover, I could still feel his growing. The thick dog meat began to slip down into my gullet making me gag. I tried to push away, but Rover wouldn't have any of that. With a big thrust, he jabbed his cock past my uvula and down into my esophagus. That was it. All 10 inches or so of Rover's cock was now deep into my maw. I could fell my neck expand over just the sheer girth as it continued to snake its way down with each jab of his hip--with each thrust from his hind quarters.
It was at that moment, between the constant gaging and heavings from my stomach, that I felt something swelling. Something near the base of his cock was spreading my jaws even wider. An inch of so from the sheath, just past my front teeth, Rover's knot started to balloon out. It was already a little bigger than the rest of his cock, but once the tip of his dick had lodged itself down my throat, it was probably all Rover needed to feel to dump his seed. Luckily, as the soft red flesh of his cock pressed against my molars, it must of hurt cause I heard him yip and suddenly pull back.
His cock was yanked free of my throat and I gasped for air though my nostrils. I only got a couple quick breaths in before I felt his cock expand even more and this fluid start to fill my mouth in long spurts. I couldn't really taste it at first, but when I did, I never felt sicker. I'm not going to lie. It was disgusting. I tried not to swallow which probably wasn't another good idea. The cum just pooled in my cheeks, letting my taste buds get saturated by the flavor. Then out of nowhere, Rover jabs his hips in again making me gag. A swallow came reflexively, making me down what had to be a half a cup of dog cum into my belly. At that point, just to horridness drinking my own dog's cum, gave me all the strength I needed to push away rover and rush out the front door. (It was closer than the bathroom) My stomach lurched up into my throat as I bent over the pouch railing hurling my guts out. There must have been a gallon of puke before it stopped and slowly collapsed back onto the porch. It was cool outside and it felt so good. The world was still spinning, but now I felt sick too. So along with being drunk and seconds away from passing out, I staggered to my feet. All I wanted or could think about was to get to my bed.
So I forced myself back into the house and I slowly made my way to my room. I collapsed and passed out on my bed, not even bothering to get undressed. When I awoke the next morning, my mother was standing over me looking very pissed off. My head was pounding and I still felt the urge to vomit. As my mom started to yell, it took a little bit to catch onto why I was getting yelled at. See I forgot to clean up, so when my folks got home, they saw all the beer cans. So I got grounded and punished. I'm just happy that they still don't know about everything that happened that night. I'd hate to think what they'd say or do if they knew that I had been raped not once, but twice by our pet pooch.
To be continued....
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