Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: remus@netcom.com (Pasquale Scaramuzza)
Subject: Party (F, dog)
Date: Sat, 9 Apr 1994 13:51:03 GMT

				Party
				  by
			   Remus Shepherd
			   remus@netcom.com

	Kathy told herself for the millionth time that coming to the
frat party had NOT been a great idea. But ever since graduating from
college some part of her had the strongest urge to visit, meet new
interesting people, and yes, get LAID again. A working woman's life
left little time for wild orgies like in her younger days - or like
tonight.

	She walked through the crowded halls of the frat house,
dodging drunken slobs and slutty co-eds with five years youth on her.
It seemed that the crudest greek boys in the state had stormed the
party. And with Halloween just around the corner, most of the frat
had taken it upon themselves to come in costume - rudely advertising,
in drag and in togas, their lack of personality, while blissfully
hiding their faces.

	The smell of sex in the house was overstimulating her,
screaming at her to lose her standards and just pick a man. But the
most frustrating thing was that no available - just Available! - young
stud seemed interested. Was she wearing a sign on her forehead reading
No longer a college student?

	In the kitchen a dozen Roman senators were having a belching
contest. Stepping through that, with no come-ons (but a couple of
belches in her face), Kathy made it outside into fresh air. A sweet
smell hung in the backyard around a triad of students. Laying close to
the ground was a thin black dog with something folded over his muzzle.

	Kathy looked at the dog more closely. The animal, some mix of
boxer or bulldog, had a wide, flat muzzle upon which some frat fuck-up
had attached a children's halloween mask. A blond, prince charming
mask, complete with crown, was cruelly strung over the poor mutt's
ears. Kathy tapped a shoulder and pointed. That's sick. Whose dog is
this?

	Three seniors, with one pipe and six glazed eyes between them,
slowly turned around. Oh, no one's. He just sort of hangs here, lives
on trash. Wanna drag?

	No, thanks. If she got high tonight, as horny as she was, she
might end up screwing the dog! Kathy, deciding that the weed trio were
too far gone to have a sex drive, moved back inside. The mutt padded
between her legs as she opened the kitchen door, whisked between a
dozen other people, and disappeared from the room. Kathy made her way
through the room more slowly, leaving through the nearest corridor.

	An hour later the situation was worse. The sounds of sex
continued drifting from the upstairs rooms, which Kathy had to walk by
to get to the bathroom. As she left, she saw that one bedroom had been
recently evacuated.

	At work, when she was too horny to stand it, she would just go
masturbate in the bathroom - it kept emotions under control, released
a lot of frustration, and, well, everyone did it sometimes. Kathy
entered the empty bedroom and closed the door, feeling like a slut,
but determined to keep herself from taking any offer from the weakness
of heat.

	She lay on the bed, pulling down her pants, and wondered if
this was how men felt. Too horny to stand it, they dropped their pants
at the first girl that showed interest, regardless of common sense.
Once she finished this, she would just leave and her sex life be
damned...

	Playing with herself, feeling her crotch get wetter, Kathy
relaxed and tuned out the outside world. But the outside world
intruded - gently and deliciously - as a tentative tongue lapped at
her sex. Kathy immediately thought that some frat had been hiding
inside the room and decided to be cheeky; she lifted her head,
outraged.

	A blonde plastic face, topped with a crown, was pushing
between her legs. A thin, wide tongue stroked her groin, enveloping
her lips and delving into her vagina, before it rolled over her
clitoris in a warm, slick caress. Before she understood what was
happening the waves hit her hard and she bucked, pressing herself
towards the gentle face to ride out its pleasures.

	Then she sat up, quite bewildered. Oh, my - what HAD she done?
The mutt licked his chops; the mask pushed up over his eyes and
covering most of his face. For a minute, she could only stare. Prince
Charming did not hesitate but moved towards her, gently but with a
pleading need, pulling his forequarters on top of her belly. By the
time she felt something incredibly male press into her, she had
decided that if she was going to be a total slut, she might as well go
all the way...

	But the dog treated her more tenderly than any man had -
surely more gently than any other male in this house could. He thrust
with a delightful velvety force, covering her body with warm, inviting
fur. Frightening claws were placed delicately around her waist, and
his passionate tongue explored her chest, her neck... Surprising
herself, and not feeling slutty at all, Kathy began to respond by
riding with his lunges, hugging his obliging body closer to her. No
ugliness here - all that was left downstairs, with the grunting simian
greeks. Here there was need and here was longing and yet, here was
consideration that was so hard to find in her lovers from college.
She reached up and gently, in time to his rhythm, pulled the cruel
mask from her lover's face. The black mutt had silver markings on the
sides of his face, and looked at her with that stupid grin so typical
of flat faced mongrels. For the first time, Kathy saw that the dog's
eyes were pale green, almost liquid clear in the dim, romantic light.

	"You're beautiful... " she said, and melted under him...

	A (relatively) short time later Kathy stood in the foyer of
the frat house, beaming with energy and finally attracting male
attention. Her post-sexual glow had caught the notice of a few young
greeks, not all of them totally disgusting, who were whispering among
themselves about the experienced woman who must have been laid by a
pro.

	Kathy brushed them all off with soft gestures. She made sure
that they stayed inside while she left, and that a low walking shadow
crept outside before her. Then, walking to her car, Kathy softly
called, Prince? Here, Prince? The black mutt jumped into her car as
soon as she opened the door.

	A lone junior, urinating on the driveway, challenged her
drunkenly. "Hey, lady - where you taking our dog?"

	`What the hell,' Kathy thought to herself. `It's dark, my face
is hidden, and he's drunk... ' "I found the best man on campus, stud,
and he's your mascot." Looking down, she added, "Small wonder, too...
"

	And she surprised herself once again, as she pulled out of the
driveway, by taking perverse pleasure at the sound of the student
vomiting as she and her new lover drove away.































































  
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