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From: an42872@anon.penet.fi (A Digital Crusader)

Subject: Tipper and Friends, Part I: Canine 69

Original Story BY: cambertr@atlas.cs.upei.ca (Michael Bertrand) Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Subject: Tipper and Friends, Part I:Canine 69 Date: 12 Jan 1994 22:18:49 -0500 Keywords: animal series mm, pedo Content-Length: 7425 Archive-name: tipper-1

It was a hot summer day, the kind that makes everything seem hostile and intoxicating. The sun poured over the town and crushed it under its humid fist. I was doing my paper route, the rough green bag bouncing on my hip, the sweat dripping down my back and tantalizing my ass cheeks. I was just beginning to wonder if it was possible to lose so much sweat that the body just turned into powder and blew away in one of the infrequent breezes when I came to the Thompson's house. I was about to knock on the door to collect my weekly payment when I noticed a note taped to the mailbox. It read :

"Dear Allen: Sorry, but we had to leave on a business trip for a few days. Tipper is in the basement. Would you please feed him some of the dog food from the bag on the tool bench and give him some water from the hose every day? We'll catch up on the paper payments when we get back, plus a little extra for your troubles. Love and Kisses, Marge Thompson"

My mind reeled. Tipper was a beautiful male Doberman, sleek, muscular, friendly, and queerer than a shooting star at noon. We'd struck up a relationship long before this, but because the only place I usually got to see him was in his front yard, I'd never been able to do anything with him except cop a lightning- quick feel as I stood up, or jack his cock a few times while pretending to scratch his belly. Needless to say, these experiences had hardly satisfied either of us, and now we could be alone indoors together for the first time.

As I untaped the key which was attached to the note (I live in a small town), all I could think about was the time Tipper got loose. The "official" story was that he had eventually found in somebody's back yard fighting with a neighbourhood stray, but I happened to know from a reliable source that they had been found frantically fucking each other up the asshole (I imagine that gay dogs are rare unless trained to be so, so that when two find each other, it's PARTY TIME, regardless of time or place!) and licking each others' cocks in a kind of circling 69, not fighting. As the mental video tape I had constructed of this event played itself over and over again in my mind, the bulge in my trunks grew larger and harder, and began to throb. I couldn't get the key into the door fast enough.

I opened the door and hurried inside, depositing my paper bag onto the kitchen table. I threw open the door to the basement and bounded down the steps. And there was Tipper, in all his ebony glory. When he saw who it was coming to see him, he began to prance around in that classical canine dance of joy. I noticed that his cock immediately slipped out of its sheath and sprang up, ready for action, as well.

Down came the shorts in one violent motion. I kicked them into the corner. Tipper immediately sprang forward and engulfed my stiff prick into his hot mouth. For those of you too timid, too normal, or too unlucky to have ever had a BJ from a large dog, let me tell you, they put most human cocksuckers to shame, for what dogs lack in style and technique, they more than compensate for in enthusiasm, energy, and the fact that with those huge floppy tongues and long snouts, they are quite capable of deep-throating your cock, sucking on your balls, and licking your asshole simultaneously. All this Tipper proceeded to do, while I stood there, stroking the top of his head as it bobbed enthusiastically in time with his cocksucking motions.

I disentangled myself from his multi-level mouth motion long enough to walk over to the mattress next to the radiator, telling Tipper to Stay (which earned me a puzzled and hurt look). But as I repositioned then lay down on the mattress, so that my head was pointing directly at him, he began to understand what I was doing, and when I patted the mattress between my legs, he knew exactly what to do. He clambered over my head, so that his head was at my crotch and his front legs at either side of my hips. This placed his hind legs just above my head on the mattress, and his large, jet black penis directly above my face. I stopped for a few moments silence (except for Tipper's eager slurping and sucking noises emanating from my crotch region) in thanks for what I was about to receive. Then, I "dug in".

First, I took the tip of his cock between my lips, and began slowly licking it. Meanwhile, my hands were busy running up and down Tipper's well-muscled legs, till they found the tail and followed it down to his impatient butthole. A quick lubrication via a solid salivation of my middle and index fingers on my left hand, and while the right hand held his tail out of the way, the lubricated fingers began poking into that waiting hole. As my fingers did the walking up the dirt road, I began moving up his cock with my mouth, gradually taking in more and more of its delicious length, all the while continuing to suck and lick. My efforts were beginning to elicit penis-muffled whimpers and moans from Tipper. As I worked my way up his rod, my fingers plunged still deeper in and out of his rectum, and I began spreading my fingers further apart each time. Upwards on his cock and inwards up his ass I worked, until my nose was nuzzlinh his prominent testicles and my fingers were burying themselves up to the knuckle each time. I began deep-throating his cock, and added a third finger to his anal pleasure. In and out of my throat went his long stiff member, the greatly swollen tip almost gagging me each time, the rough short fur abrading my tongue with each thrust, and all the while the sweet tangy taste of dog dick flooding my palate.

In and out, in and out, plunged my fingers, feeling the shivers and convulsion of pleasure as his asshole opened to accept the fingers then clamped down, as if reluctant to let them go out again, as my palm slapped gently against his testicles with each thrust. I could feel the cum beginning to build up in my balls. With one final thrust, I crammed my cock down Tipper's throat, spewing a rocket blast of hot semen down his eager throat. At the same time, I rammed my fingers up his Chocolate Tunnel and buried his cock in my throat to the hilt, for which I was rewarded with a powerful jet of creamy canine cumshot. For the next few minutes, we two interspecies lovers devoted ourselves to the painstaking job of draining each other dry.

It was time for a break. Tipper simply lay down on top of me, his head resting on my balls, and his hind end on my chest. As I lay there basking in the afterglow, licking the doggy cum off of my face and planning the next act (my cock was already beginning to stiffen anew), I suddenly noticed a sound which I did not expect. Two sounds, actually. One was a familiar wet ryhtmic sound, and the other was a lower rhythmic squishing noise at about half the tempo of the other sound. I sat halfway up and looked around. And it was then that I noticed the twelve-year-old boy standing at the bottom of the stairs to the outside entrance to the basement, his gym pants down around his knees, one hand beating off his young uncut dick and the other busy fucking his butt with the hilt of a toy sword.

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From: an42872@anon.penet.fi (A Digital Crusader) Subject: Tipper and Friends, Part 2: "The Boy Gets Off" Date: Fri, 21 Jan 1994 17:05:15 UTC

Dear Alt.sex.stories readers:

This is a followup to Mr. Bertrand's (cambertr@atlas.cs.upei.ca) posting, called "Tipper and Friends: Part 1 Canine 69."

I made a significant change in my initial paragraph, which required a change in Mr. Bertrand's last paragraph, notably the age of the boy who appears in the basement. In order to make his sexual escapades more interesting, and more believable with respect to physical characteristics, I have chosen to make the young boy 12, not 8.

I hope you find this interesting. I certainly was aroused by "Part I" Sorry for the anonymous posting, but you know how it is--I have a bad reputation to keep up.

"A Digital Crusader"

TIPPER AND FRIENDS, PART II: "GETTING OFF WITH THE BOY"
by "A Digital Crusader"

The following contains scenes which describe sexual activity involving two males, one of whom is quite young. If such material is likely to offend you, please skip this post, or delete it as you wish. This material is presented as erotic stimulation only and is not intended to condone any activity which may be illegal or immoral in the eyes of the reader or any law enforcement agency. Enjoy!

The story continues...

I was instantly in lust! A twelve-year-old boy, mine for the taking, and ready to play!

I beckoned him with a smile to join me on the mattress, and he shyly complied, tugging his shorts up a bit so he could walk. The toy sword was left wiggling obscenely, hanging out of what looked to be a beautiful young bubble butt. I reached for it as he moved next to me, and with a slight tug, pulled it with a squish from his tight little hole.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, my dick springing to life at the sight of this little hunk. "And what are you doing here?"

"My name is Joey Martin," he answered quietly. "I live next door, and saw the light go on in the basement. It's OK, no one saw me come down here," he said knowingly, eyeing my throbbing cock and ever so slowly licking his slender lips.

I took a look at this prize specimen of young boyhood: he was about 5 feet tall and blond, with shaggy hair that hung in his eyes occasionally. He was beginning to show signs of adolescence, having lost his baby fat, and had begun to muscle up and fill out a bit. There were wisps of pubic hair above his surprisingly large dick, but otherwise, not a hair to be found on his tight, muscular little body. His dick looked to be 4 or 5 inches, and thick too, looking even larger for the lack of a thick bush. Already hard as a rock, it was dripping a little clear fluid, no doubt encouraged by the sword handle banging on his prostate while he wacked off.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.

"I've been screwing around for a few years," Joey replied, "mostly with my friend Steve, but a lot of guys my age will do anything to get off, especially fooling around with another boy, `cause they're always around, and ready to do it. Sex is sex, and you take what you can get."

The kid was wise beyond his years. I was willing to bet that that toy sword was not the first thing to slide up his hot little ass. I was going make sure it wasn't the last, either.

While I confess to liking a good hot session of doggy head with ol' Tipper, my real weakness is for youngsters-- not kids really, but teenage boys, or almost teens, when their hormones begin to really kick in. A boy just coming into young manhood gets my dick hard as hell, and the thought of plowing this kid's ass had my cock steely hard and dripping again in no time. I eased Joey's Batman tee shirt up over his head, taking notice of the lithe, hairless body I had revealed. I sniffed deeply at the armpits of the shirt, drinking in the wonderful clean smell of his boyish sweat. He looked at me like I was a bit crazy, and at this point, I was.

I pulled his smooth torso to me, and began tonguing and sucking his tiny little nipples. Instantly the little nubs hardened, erect like tiny pencil erasers on the warm chest in front of me. I lavished his chest with kisses, and worked my way into his bare armpits, licking the salty-sweet sweat from every inch of skin there. My hands cupped his firm bubble butt, kneading and massaging his melon-like buns. The boy squirmed a bit under my ministrations, partly because he was a bit ticklish, but more because he knew I would suck his cock, something he wanted desperately.

Joey pushed my head down to his crotch, where his boycock stood out straight, oozing pre-cum. Tipper took new interest in our visitor, apparently familiar with the neighbor boy, and began energetically lapping at the boy's raw asshole. Joey moaned as the Doberman licked his not-so-virgin ass, and I nibbled my way down to his waiting prick. Tugging off his gym trunks, I pulled his white Hanes briefs to my face and sniffed the boy crotch smells captured there. Boy-musk and sweat, a hint of dribbled piss--these size 16 underpants were my prize--no matter what else happened this hot afternoon, Joey was going home without underwear.

I returned my attention to the prize which waited between his legs, slowly licking the length of the boy's cock, nibbling little folds of his ample foreskin as I went down. I inhaled deeply the musky sweaty smell of his crotch, and skinned him back to expose his sensitive pink dickhead. After a normal boy's day of activity, young Joey had worked up quite a sweat, and his dick cheese was ample. Hungrily I engulfed his prick, and he immediately pumped his hips forward, jamming all of his dick into my waiting mouth. I sucked slowly, making him wait to come. I rolled his smooth balls in their hairless sack between my fingers, then sucked one, then the other into my mouth, lolling them around on my tongue. I forced his hot thighs apart, licking deep between his legs, stretching my tongue toward his asshole, bathing his crotch in my saliva.

I wanted his ass even more than his cock. I spun him around, (scaring Tipper a bit), and bent him over at the waist. Tipper, sensing a new opportunity, immediately went to work on Joey's hot prick. I began licking his hot little asshole, where Tipper's tongue had been moments before. I began to finger his impossibly tight rosebud, as he moaned and squirmed under the magical tongue of his neighbor's dog. My cock was ready, and his ass was as lubed as it would ever be, so I prepared to mount my humpy young stud-in-training.

The head of my dick pressed at the boy's tight ring, and he pulled away, mumbling "it's too big. I can't take anything that big."

When I pointed out that the magic sword he had been fucking with so energetically when I discovered him was not much smaller, he relented, and seemed to concentrate on Tipper's aggressive crotch-licking with fervor. I pushed my cock into the hairless valley between those two gorgeous buns, and knocked again at his butt door. There are few sights as gratifying to me as that of my own cock sliding between a young boy's milky white buns, and as I looked down, I felt his rosebud give way, and I slid inside his hot tunnel. It was all I could do to keep from blasting out my load instantly as his steamy hot rectum wrapped my cock in moist warmth. Slowly, carefully at first, I began to fuck my newfound boy slut.

Joey gasped as I pulled most of the way out, then slid home into his butt, again and again. Tipper eventually seemed to catch the rhythm, and began lapping at the boy's cock in earnest again. As I fucked, Joey's little cock slid into the Doberman's waiting throat. We were both covered in sweat, despite the relative cool of the basement. Joey was moaning continuously now, never having had a man-sized dick up his ass before. He kept crying, "I can't take it! Take it out!" but I noticed his cock stayed hard in Tipper's mouth, and his protests got weaker and weaker.

I felt his asscheeks tighten around my cock, and saw the dimples as his cheeks clenched and he drew me deeper. His smooth white hips began double pumping into Tipper's eager mouth, and he shouted, "Oh god! I'm coming!" I felt his ass clench with every jet of sperm he pumped out, and his spurting cock slid from Tipper's jowls, spewing ropy white streams of hot cum all over the mattress. That was all it took to put me over the top. With his tiny ass clenched around my dick, I drilled up into him as far as I could and unloaded wave after wave of hot jizz into the boy's well-lubed shit chute. I pumped as he pumped, coming together in a convulsion of orgasmic lust. We slumped to the mattress, pushing Tipper out of the way, my prick still deep inside young Joey. I eagerly licked his spilled cum off the mattress, still hot and fresh, and sweet as only boy-cum can be. Tipper licked anxiously at Joey's dripping cock, laying down to get a better angle.

Joey, seeing Tipper's skinny pink dog dick just inches from his face, reached up to stroke it. Tipper slid his butt closer to Joey, and began a frantic humping motion in response to Joey's tentative strokes on his engorged penis. Slowly, Joey stuck out his tongue, till the tip of Tipper's prick was sliding into his puckered mouth with every stroke. My dick still in his ass, the youngster began to eagerly suck the Doberman like he had seen me do earlier. Suddenly, his mouth filled with tangy dog-sperm, squirting violently from Tipper's boner. The white stuff filled his mouth till he almost gagged, then spilled out onto his chin and chest, dripping all over the mattress. This sight was enough to make me come again, and I pumped another load of spunk up Joey's slippery ass. Glued together by sweat and cum from me, Joey and Tipper, we collapsed in that special after- fuck slumber, satisfied, for the time being...

To be continued...?

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