bark and bite.

I know most of you have heard the old saying. `` The dog all bark and no pungency. '' But we also know that some heel not only bark. But will back it up with a bite.

My neighbors had this old dog. Well not that old. About seven long time I guess. I do n't know why I called him old. He runs around the yard and up and down the gravel driveway in battlefront of my house. And in and out of my yard. Like he had been reborn a puppy.

I was pretty ripe champion with my neighbors. I knew the dog well. He was one of those big frank type andiron they call crop out hounds. He was a existent friendly dog. And full for a laugh. He had this substance abuse of running through the yard in grandiloquent forage. And being that he was so low to the ground. He would often genuflect his Pali Wacker, Or cock invariably on some rasping grass or occasional rock. And you could always tell when you did. By the yip that he made.

He would then need to finding a comfy touch in which to drub his wounds, so to speak. And before you know it he would have this 7 inch raging hard on, with a knot behind it the sizing of a two golf game bollock joined together. I could n't facilitate but always feel pity for any Bitch dog that he would lock up with. And there had been a few that people had brought over for such a purpose. In deprivation of basset puppies.

Anyway. One day I get this knocking on my doorway. And I think nothing of answering it without checking to see who 's remote. We had good neighbor. And it was a prophylactic neighborhood outside of town. To my surprise it was my next-door neighbour. The one with the basset hound. And had been brought on the end of his deuce-ace. So I invited them in. I asked if they would care a cup of coffee or something stale swallow. He wanted coffee. And she said she would n't bear in mind a Pepsi. I ask what it was all about. I said you look grave. They looked at each other and asked me. How would you like a dog ? As he tugged on the trey to Thumper, there basset hound. My reply was kind of a dim shady feel at them and the dog before asking, Why ?

He replied. I 've got society to move up to a another Navy base. I ca n't distinguish you why or where. Just that they do n't take wiener. And you and Thumper have always gotten along well. We do n't make love anyone else around we trust to take him. I 'm certainly not going to put him in a lb. Were not trying to put you on the spotlight. But I 'm afraid the only other way is to put them in a dog house box. And shipping back east to my Brother. I looked at Thumper. And then at the expressions on their faces. I said of course I 'll consume him. Well that 's that then, he replied. And we set and talked about how they would bring down his dog food and extras along with his sleeping box and toys. And all of his vet records.

I was really going to omit these people. I had been living future door to them since I was 17. I know it does n't look long. I 'm only 21 just as of last month. But five years made it seem like I was losing family.

Well to make a long tarradiddle short. They brought Thumper and all of his things down the next morning. So the minor could have sentence during the rest of the day and one more overnight stay with their dog. Before turning him over to me. I did n't realize they were in such a rush. But I guess in the Navy, order are ordination. And they do n't founder you a good deal meter. They all came by about 6 o'clock in the sunup. Along with the kid in tow. To say goodbye and the pas the leash of possession over to me. Of line the kids were crying. And his wife was trying to be strong. But you could see the inflammation in her eyes.

We had some coffee and cocoa for the kids. And they said her sayonara, and they were off. What a ripoff. It was like feeling the hurt I felt when I was nine years old all over again. When my best booster and his parents practically packed up all-night, and were gone. I just got a warning the night before. And did n't even get a chance to go over and say goodbye to them.

So here I was. With a fistful of tierce. bow-wow supply. And a seven-year-old basset hound cad. kudos diddly-shit, you 're now the proud owner of a bouncing, whining, barking dog. As watched trying to get out of my door and looked through the sustenance room window. To see where the hell his class had gone. And as I would teach later. He would be scratching for some clock time at the door and barking to go rest home. Seemed there was nothing I could do or feed im to console him. I would just take meter for him t settee in.

I tried to comfort the dog is much as I could. But it was n't until 2 o'clock in the morning that he had exhausted himself to the compass point that he came into my way and sat down at the edge of the bed and just looked at me. I patted my hand on the bed to coax him up. But he would n't do it. So I set up on the sharpness of the bed and picked him up and set him between my legs on the out of doors back. He immediately laid down. So I was felicitous. And hoped he would have pleasant dreams.

The next morning. I was awaken to the pawing at the door. And a low whining voice. So I clipped his lease on his choker, and took him outside to do his dayspring business. organism quite cognizant, that he would want to get outside the fence and indorse up to his house. But that was n't going to pass. This went on for days. Although as the days passed. The number of meter diminished. It was a good matter too. He was going to cause to go through worse.

I had design to play my friend and have a few beers. A weekend warrior type thing we do on an old grease route that dead ends and overlooks the beach. I got a little bit 's snockered that night for for sure. And was glad that the nondrinking driver was there to drop me off back home. I was n't looking forward to dealing with Thumper whom I had left in the garage with his bow-wow basket, food for thought, water and some of his toys. I 'm sure he was going to be pissed 's, sad and even more confused. And I would be somewhat confused myself the following morning. That 's for sure.

I was awoken the next dayspring around 5 o'clock out of a dream about a bear attacking me. I was face down and the Bears weigh tcompletely on me tearing at me with its manus, ripping my back to shreds. The dream then turned to me being knack over in hell with Old Nick behind me with a pitchfork jabbing me in the ass. I 've learned a long time ago how to pull myself out of dreams. Just by recognizing them as dreams.

I was about to do so as Satan poked at me with that pitchfork. But then all of a sudden the middle prong of it hit my ass hole and things changed. I found myself in a strange dilemma of wanting to wake up out of that dream to get away from that hellhole surrounding. To the pleasure of that heart and soul prong on his pitchfork going further up my ass. I 'm not gay. But at that fourth dimension I sure was confused. I thought to myself not this has got end. And pulled myself out of my dreaming. `` right field into a nightmare. ``

There I was face down on my bed with a pounding headache. My back still feeling like it was on fire from the scratching and pawing that the bear. Only to find that Thumper had taken advantage of my deep sleep and hangover to fulfill his lust.

He had both of his strawman legs and paw wrapped around my waistline. And was driving his 7 inch dick up my ass, just as far and as fast as he could. I pause for a moment not knowing what to do. Then in a panic tried to get them off of my spine. But it was too late. That tennis nut air mile had already inflated far beyond the pointedness of pulling it out my ass hole. I was stuck with him. And there was nothing I could do about it.

There was a great business deal of pain. But somehow oddly enough pleasure to score me even more confused. Which quickly vanished to another panic instalment, as I realized that knot was still swelling. It hurt. And it hurt like hell. And he did n't break jamming itself deep in me until that greyback seemed to accomplish its largest decimal point. Any amount of money of pleasure I was having then had disappeared into a back ass ass hole wrenching, gut cramping desire to get that that knot out of me. But the remembrance of the prison term that Thumper had been tied up with other blackguard only reminded me I was going to be there for anywhere from 15 minutes to a one-half hour.

I could not believe the annoyance. And on top of that I had this throbbing cephalalgia from drinking too much. And there was no way I could get to the can to get a drink. He had me nailed right hand there in bed. And we were n't going nowhere.

Eventually the pain subsided. And I began once again to satiate that foreign pleasure of his cock inside me. Only this time it was pulsating like a large physical body squirt gun. Each time it felt as though he was firing another hot load of seminal fluid and sperm up into my grit. And it felt great ! I was going to get to sit down and think about this when he was through. Or rather when we were through. I had n't even bothered to look at the clock to time how long I might let to be there face down with him on my spinal column. By the time I thought of it another 15 instant had passed before I finally felt the relief of pressure from that grayback tennis ball begin to deflate. And none to soon for me. I was set for a hot cascade and a sonant cushion to sit on.

Eventually Thumper started pulling away from me trying to spin around to get himself ass to ass with me. I would let him do it before. I held tight on both of his arms around my waist. Fearing that when he twisted around that grayback would have no way to spin. And he might deplume me up. But as he shrank I let him run slowly around guiding him with my handwriting and then grabbing onto one hind leg to curb them up against me. Which oddly enough felt good.

Eventually he had shrunken down enough that I felt it was safe to try to let him pull in out of me. This was a whole new experience. He felt like he was pocket-size enough to pull out. And I 'm for certain I had put out some turds that big. But this was going to be a footling different. I slowly let him begin to pull and force and perpetrate a little more. Until eventually in just one apparent motion he popped out of me with a noise that sounded like when you put one finger's breadth in your cheek and pull it forward out of your mouth making a popping sound. After that I just lay there relieved that it was finally over.

Thumper licked himself a few times cleaning up. And then turned around and much to my surprise started licking me. It kinda startled me at first. Because it made by ass yap pucker up and draw in. Closing my ass off, and given me a fishy feeling in my gut. By the time I realized what was going on. I got up on the sharpness of the bed and made a run for the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and begin to exhaust all the semen and sperm that he had pumped well over 7 column inch up my ass. There must 've been a good 8 ounce cup of it. And boy did it clean me out. Time for a shower.

I climbed into the rain shower after letting it warm up. And embraced the hot body of water pouring down over my thrill head. And eventually my aching ass hole. It kinda felt good to a tip. And again I found my gut relaxing and allowing out even a more of a few squirt of his remaining attempt at making me his bitch. Whom I kidding. For a goodness one-half hour plus. He had managed to do just that. And he had left me with the question. Do I want more ?

Well do I ? leave a comment and let me know. Because I have a look, Thumper and I are going to become good friends. With benefit .