Archive-name: Bestial/summfrut.txt Archive-author: Nevyn Archive-title: Summer Fruit What can I say? Heather had been away for some time, and a man has to keep himself entertained. I've been doing some serious landscaping around my house; slate paths through rockeries, cascading succulents and chunky stone steps. An orchestrated symphony of stone meeting flora with rich flourishes, and subtle timbrel changes. Well anyway, I was fair knackered from shifting several tonnes of clay with a shovel. Around 3:00pm I decided to call it a day. Last years project was the swimming pool and spa pool. Ideal for helping cope with this years project; the landscaping. An unbroken dome of blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon. No imperfection of clouds marred that perfect ceiling. There was the faintest of breezes, just keeping the air from becoming stale. In other words, it was a stunning summers day. We are fortunate that we have absolute privacy on the grounds surrounding our house. Hedges, shrubs and fences combine to make the courtyard invisible from anywhere outside. That suits me perfectly, as I am loath to wear clothes in the summer. While working on the landscaping, I had been wearing jeans and boots which I quickly shed. There is nothing quite like the bracing slap of cool water against your naked flesh when you first dive into a swimming pool. I surfaced at the far end of the pool spluttering from the shock of the sudden cold. A few moments later and I had adjusted to the temperature of the water. I swam several lengths of the pool, mucked around in the water for a bit, then decided to lie in the sun at the edge of the pool. The cobblestones around the pool were warm, so I stretched out to dry in the sun. I was suffused by that delightful feeling of well-being that comes >from working hard, then relaxing hard. I woke with a bit of a start, not even realising I had dozed off. My patch of sun had become a patch of shade from one of the trees. What had woken me was Hamlets tongue licking my dick. Hamlet is my Great Dane dog. We have been good friends and lovers for the last six or seven years. I also have an English Mastiff bitch - Xanth - and she was lying in the shade panting slightly from the warmth of the day. Hamlets back feet were beside my head. I grabbed the closest and lifted it over my head, so I was looking straight up at his ballbag with his back feet either side of my head. It is a truly magnificent view! Dogs like to have their muscles massaged as much as humans. I kneaded my fingers into Hamlets leg muscles. He stretched with the pleasure of it, then shook. I was rewarded by a brief, but intense rain of dog hair. I like the feeling of playing with Hamlets ballbag. His balls are large and are erotic to play with in their black sack. He resumed his licking on my dick, which was now quite hard. His sheath is also fun to play with. A brief note for people who aren't on quite as intimate terms with canine genitalia as I am:- a dogs penis is kept withdrawn inside a protective sheath for most of the time. When a dog becomes sexually aroused, the penis grows forward and extends out of the sheath. At extreme arousal, a large swelling of flesh at the base of a dogs penis forms. If the dog is mating, then this can become lodged inside the bitch, and they 'tie'. The two can remain locked together for upwards of 20 minutes while the dog ejaculates. Here ends biology 101. Practice (continual, excessive and enjoyed) has taught me the best techniques for jerking Hamlet off. I was lying beneath him which made the angles a little awkward, but nevertheless we perversered. One hand rubbed his sheath back and forth along his dick, while the other hand massaged his thighs and the flesh between his balls and anus. As his dick hardened he humped a few times forward into my hand. Someone asked me once how big Hamlets dick was. Well, I actually got a ruler and measured it. At full arousal, from its tip to its base, the length is eight inches. The diameter is around the same as a normal human dick. If that doesn't make your eyes water, then the swelling at the base grows to about the size of a tennis-ball. (that HAS made my eyes water on more than one occasion!). Just as a brief aside, a friend of mine has a St Bernard dog whose dick is over nine inches in length (but slightly smaller diameter than Hamlets), verified by an independant survey. Normally, when I jerk Hamlet off, I keep his knot inside his sheath. The reason for this is that it stops the sensitive flesh from drying out which can cause the dog extreme discomfort. Also it means you can still rub your hands over it through the sheath without damaging the flesh. When the first squirts of clear liquid jetted forth from the end of Hamlets dick, I quit massaging his thighs. I raised my self on one elbow and twisted my head around so that I could take his dick in my mouth. The taste of dog cum is great. It is vaguely salty, and vaguely sweet. It is easier to swallow than human cum, in that it doesn't get stuck in your throat. And I was swallowing Hamlets cum. Lots of it. I kept a gentle massaging action against his dick with one hand, and savoured the liquid that was pouring down my throat. When it comes to orgasm, humans are amateurs compared to dogs. Hamlet can cum continually for ten minutes, and be ready to mount again half an hour later. I licked around the tip of his dick and nibbled gently on the end with my lips. I never, NEVER touch his dick with my teeth. The flesh is very, very sensitive, and teeth are a big no-way. Gradually the frequency and force of Hamlets ejaculation eased off. I released his dick which gave a couple of half-hearted squirts, then Hamlet wandered off to lie in the shade and lick himself. That's something I have always been jealous of. How come dogs can lick their dicks, but humans can't (lick their own, I mean). Evolution has a lot to answer for. I was now really horny. Giving Hamlet a blowjob does that for me. I rolled over and crawled on all fours toward Xanth. She looked up and thumped her tail on the ground a few times. When I got close enough, she licked my face and I licked hers in return. I scratched the top of her head accompanied by her wagging her tail again. Crawling forward a little more allowed me to scratch my finger-nails down her back. Xanth stretched forward and then rolled over so I could scratch my nails down her chest to her belly. I crawled forward further over her head being careful not to kneel on her ears, and leaned down. My tongue flicked around her nipples (she has ten nipples. Ah, choices, choices) as I crawled forward. When my dick came in range, Xanth licked up the steady stream of pre-cum that was leaking out the end. Finally my questing tongue found the entrance to Xanth's vagina. I'm not normally too keen on the taste of Xanth, but I was horny enough not to care, and today she tasted almost sweet to my tongue. Perhaps I would have to do this more often, after all. I licked the velvety lips that surround her entrance. They form a shape like an inverted 'Y' with the tail of the 'Y' pointed toward her head. Nestled in there is her clitoris. When my tongue found it, Xanth bucked her hips forward off the stones at the burst of pleasure. While I was licking Xanth, she was returning the favour; licking my dick and balls. If anyone had been observing, they would have seen us in a classic '69' position. The humping of Xanths hips off the cobblestones became more insistent, and she suddenly started to smack her lips loudly. Her vagina muscles were spasming making the entrance clench slightly against my tongue. An unusual feeling. She orgasmed for a couple of minutes with my tonguing sustaining her. I lapped up the excess lubricant that squeezed from her vagina. The taste wasn't too bad after all. When she relaxed again, I turned around over top of her. So now my head was above her head, and my knees were next to her rump. She was still lying on her back, and wagging her tail so it was slapping between my feet. Screwing a bitch missionary style is quite difficult. It takes a fair bit of manipulations and fine tuning to get it right. It also takes a fair bit of strength in your arms and legs to support yourself while you line everything up. Fortunately I was aided by my extreme arousal, and that Xanth had just orgasmed. She was a little looser, and there was ample lubrication to aid our coupling. However, the shape of a bitches vaginal passage is all wrong to accommodate penetration from this angle. It slopes almost straight downwards; if anything angled so it slopes slightly to the rear. So entering her involves doing something like a one-handed push-up over her, while your other hand guides your dick downwards and back. But the warm embrace of her flesh along your dick is well worth the effort. Dogs normal temperature is slightly higher than human, so you have this unbelievable feeling of warmth and tightness. Unfortunately from this angle, you can only penetrate a few inches, so you can only thrust in and out about 2 - 3 inches. Even so, I was close to orgasm anyway from the erotic pleasures of oral sex with both my dogs. I kept the pace of pushing into Xanth slow to try and sustain the feeling of being inside her. Even at that pace, I was teetering close to the edge. Then I couldn't hold myself back. I picked up the tempo of my thrusting into her while being careful not to pull out too far lest I slipped out of her. My vision clouded over, and I felt the electric jittering of orgasm building up. I pushed my dick into her as far as I could as the jolt of orgasm hit me. I'm very noisy when I orgasm, and I let out a half roar, half growl of pleasure. I brought my head back down near Xanths head, and bit her shoulder convulsively. Not just from the pure ecstasy of orgasm, but the thought of cumming inside my dog makes me lose rationality for awhile. I often joke that I cum my brains out, which is in a sense true, in that while I am cumming, I'm certainly not thinking rationally. And the intensity of the orgasm while I was screwing Xanth was exquisite. I inhaled deeply Xanths clean smell, and savoured the last departing buzzes of my receding orgasm. I rolled off her with a deeply satisfied sigh. Hamlet wandered over and industriously cleaned the semen >from Xanth. When he had finished, Xanth rolled over and snuggled up to me. When Hamlet had finished cleaning me off as well, he lay on the other side of me. We lightly dozed there until the cool of the evening became a little uncomfortable against my naked body, heat of the dogs notwithstanding. Mmmm, and I still had another five days of leave arrayed ahead of me. Nevyn, in the flesh. --