Message-ID: <35681asstr$1016021405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Pedro Vila" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <7pEj8.16548$Vx1.1356958@newsread1.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 00:50:11 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 08:50:11 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "The Stuff In The Jar" pt2 (M/dog) Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 07:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar You are about to read a work of fiction which might involve an animal or two. That doesn't mean you can read it if you're a minor. Also, you shouldn't read this if you are offended by reading about animals in sexual situations. This work of fiction should be free of any charge to read. __________________________________________________ "The Stuff In The Jar" pt.2 by Pedro Vila "So tell me again. What did he do to her?" he said. Gene was reluctant to answer his friend because of the subject matter. "Well, he gave her some kind of drug that made her... you know.... Made her horny." It was worse. His daughter wasn't just horny, she was fucking herself royal with a vacuum cleaner handle. The image stayed with him still. Nobody wants to think about their daughter that way. "So that's when the kid tried to do her? And then you chased him off?" "Well, no." Why was he asking Gene this stuff? "He was outside trying to get back in. It was Jody that was...." How could he say this? "Wait a minute. What was she doing?" "It was the wierdest thing...." Gene said, visualizing it again. "Oh, you gotta' tell me this. What happened?" "He gave her this jar of something to put over her, you know, genitals." Gene tried to be matter of factly. But he couldn't hold it. "So she started ramming herself with the vacuum handle. Why the fuck are you so interested in this?" Gene's friend was fully focused on Gene. "Let me get this strait. There's this jar of some salve or something that makes your twelve year old daughter suddenly fuck like a race horse?" "Come on, man. This is hard for me." Gene scowled. "What's wrong with you anyway?" "Don't you see what you got?" he said excitedly. Gene didn't see it. "You have real spanish fly. The perfect love potion. Guaranteed to make anyone you want fuck you!" "Your sick! Get the fuck out of my house!" Gene got up and was ready to push him through the door. His friend put his hands up and backed away. "It's cool. I know I crossed the line. Forget I said anything." He backed out to the front door. Gene stayed with him, scowling. As Gene was shutting the front door on him, he called, "Hey, what was that stuff called? At least tell me...." Slam! His friend could get inconsiderate, so this is how Gene always handled it. Turning, made him realize that, like it or not, his friend was right. Gene still had the jar stashed above the closet. Nobody was home, Jody was at counseling, and his wife was off with a friend. He got the jar and looked it over slowly, trying to derive some meaning from it's unrecognizable script. Gene had no idea what was in it. He opened it and slowly sniffed at it. What ever was in it hit him strong because he pulled it away instantly with a scowl. Something musky and very animal like, with a bite of something either fermented or acidic. He closed the jar and set it down. There was something slick on his finger and he looked and saw that it was stuff from inside the jar. Something in the way it felt made an alarm go off and Gene was at the sink scrubbing his fingers quick. Drying his hands, he decided to put it in a ziplock bag before stashing it again. His fingers kept itching and his hand repeatedly rubbed them subconsciously. Sitting in a chair to watch some TV, Gene started to notice how much he was stroking the finger that he got the stuff on. They were red and raw looking, but it felt good to rub at it even if it felt maddening not to. Gene was getting stimulated by his finger. "Well I'll be...." he muttered out loud. The back door started to scratch and bark. Gene awoke out of his revere to let the dog in. Instead of bolting for the living room, Fritz the German shepherd, jumped right on Gene and knocked him over. The big dog sniffed at him everywhere as Gene tried to stand back up. That's when he caught sight of Fritz's fully erect penis. It's the stuff! Gene thought. His mind flashed back to the burning image of his daughter ramming herself like a cheap whore. This stuff really is powerful! Gene didn't know what to do with the dog. It was kind of his fault the dog acted this way, but what could he do for Fritz? That's when he would have just let him out, but Gene had turned forty one and was starting to feel like he'd missed out on a lot of the kinky things he'd wanted to try. So instead, he kneeled beside the big dog and wrapped an arm around Fritz's neck and held him close. With his tingling hand, he reached for the dogs bursting hard on and slowly gripped it. Fritz howled a little and started to hunch his back. That's when the hard on throbbed and bulged quickly and sputtered streams of thick clear fluid. It should have grossed Gene out, but instead he became fascinated by it, and Fritz felt good to hold. Gene had never really experimented with anything other than women when he was younger before and had never had the urge. Yet here he was actually thinking about having sex with the family dog. Fritz chased and nipped at Gene as he reached back into the closet hiding place, retrieved the bagged jar and, still out of Fritz's reach, scooped a half of finger full. Then Fritz went wild and knocked Gene to the ground again, this time outright trying to hump him. Suddenly Fritz's inflated dog cock was right in Gene's face and he grabbed at it with the coated finger, sliding it over up and down. It seemed to grow three sizes. It also spurted over Genes shirt. He pulled it off and found his chest was already wet with Fritz. Despite some part of Gene's brain screaming that he was not like this, he looked at the huge throbbing red and wet canine penis and wanted to have sex with it. Gene could really smell the stuff from the jar too. 'Inside! What would it feel like to have Fritz fuck you?' Was transmitting to every part of Gene's mind. That's when some part of him said, 'To hell with it' and he pulled down his pants. His finger was burning and itching and felt wonderful to scratch. It was also still wet with something. Gene plunged it into his own ass hole. He stiffened. 'What am I doing?!' Then it started to do something and Gene knew what he could be able to do with it. He felt able to take that large dog deeply. It felt like the best idea he had ever had. To be Fritz's bitch and make the dog actually cum in him. 'Fuck it!' Gene got on all fours and held himself ready for the needy dog. It took a little coaxing to get the dog behind him, but once there Fritz was tonging into is asshole and Gene felt like he was opening up. Then the burning started. Not too much, but enough to make him want Fritz that instant. "Oh, god, boy. Just fuck me, will ya?" Gene said out loud. Fritz seemed to get the message and suddenly most of his weight was on Gene's back. Gene took a hard breath as he felt a spongy yet solid thing press near his balls. A hand down to adjust and then he could feel it press dead center to his anus. It held there a moment until Fritz knew that the way was clear, then started to press it in quick jolts. It felt huge and Gene started to worry that he'd rip open, then he could feel Fritz jack hammering hard, each thrust moving the cock centimeters. Gene was filling with German Sherperd. It seemed to squeeze against something inside connected to his dick. That brought him close to climax and Gene came before he was ready. He didn't touch himself at all and waited for another wave, knowing that the last one wasn't satisfying enough. It hurt a lot but in some way felt good having that living being in him. It was sexual contact pure and simple, except that it was between species. That made him excited again. He was fucking a dog. It was the best fuck Gene had ever had. Fritz pumped into him hard, satisfied himself. Gene was fully erect again and ready to cum hard. It would be huge. He could feel how big it was coming. That's when Gene's wife walked in the door. Gene came right that instant he saw her. She witnessed him cumming all over the floor. Gene knew he was dead by the look on her face. A voice came from the other room and Gene's wife shut the door to leave him alone with his new mistress. Gene wasn't horny anymore after cumming and his ass was starting to hurt. He tried to get Fritz off but Fritz howled and Gene stopped to keep him quiet. That's when Gene knew he was tied with him. He'd have to ride it out, and the stuff was powerful. He might be here all night! Whoever was with his wife left, and Gene waited for her to comeback too. After a while he realized she'd gone too. Gene felt like shit. Everything was ruined. He'd hope he could blame it on the stuff from the jar. Yeah, he thought. Blame it on some weird stuff that made Jody have to fuck. Like a spell. His cock started to itch and burn. He'd been stroking himself with the doped finger. It wasn't so bad fucking Fritz. In fact it felt good. Gene felt himself really start to get hard. Gene started hoping Fritz could last long enough for him. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+