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Part II - The Sequel!
Lo and behold, a few days after my Sparkles' unfortunate demise Daisy, the little neighbor girl across the street knocked on my door. She had in her arms, bundled like a loaf of bread, a little Black Lab pup six months of age!
Oh joy! I danced and sang with the girl a brilliant chorus of laughter and magic! To show my thanks I slipped my hands under her dress and gave her my two-finger approval, then we shared a few glasses of wine while the pup, who I named Sprinkles, licked peanut butter off of our genitals.
I sent the girl on her way, back to her friends and her family, her hopscotch games and her little lightbulb ovens. The time was nigh!
Part II -
My new pup and I had so much fun! We were in love as soon as we met and soon she was licking my pooper several times a day! She even ate my droppings; before long, I had ceased using the toilet and left my sweet brown waste on the kitchen floor for my canine baby! It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. After some time, as my sweet puppy ass-licker grew, she would even lick my feces as I squatted and squeezed my love-dumps out and into her open muzzle.
One day as I was licking my darling little girl's doggyflaps, the mailman knocked on my door. He had a letter and I read it; I had to go to Russia at once!
When my darling and I arrived in Russia I was greeted by a short, fat man with a handlebar mustache and grubby little paws, beady little eyes. They nasty beads of curiosity eyed my pup up and down with a particular lascivious stare. He asked if he could pet her. Hell no, I told him! No soviet degenerate bastard was laying his horny, thorny little fingers on my sweet mucose latherer!
I pushed the commie aside and continued to my destination. I was going to the only place in all of Russia that was worthy of my democratic eyes - the World Puppy Mill!
The World Puppy Mill -
So many dogs! Little ones, big ones! Dogs with woolen furs and dogs with no tails! Black ones, white ones, ones who looked as though they were made of gold! My dog-fucker meat-hog stiffened at the possibilities! Ah, but I had yet to break in my own special girl! She was excited, too; her puppy pussy pisslips pumped pretty purple pleasure under my palm.
After touring the mill we settled into our quarters. I put down a bowl of water for Sprinkles and squeezed a two days brewing log like a shiny brown oak root on the floor, which she swallowed hungrily.
My doggy-digger was throbbing like hot gristle and begged for release; I tore off my trouser and let the snake jump free! Sparkles sat up on her hind legs and yapped excitedly. It seemed the right time to teach her the art of love!
I held out my hands and Sparkles jumped into my arms and licked my face, spreading tanned spittle across my cheeks! I held her out facing away from me and stood in front of the mirror.
I placed my sperm sprayer at the wings of my Sparkles' cocksock and thrust forward, immersing my love in her hot, hairy babyhole! She barked loudly and ground herself against me, lifting her little tail to give me more access. My penile prodder must have reached her little heart as I fully forced my way into her body!
I lost control of myself and pumped her puppy cunt as hard as I could; I closed my eyes and lost myself in a world of pleasure. I was floating in a cloud of Sparkles' juicy bitch-jizz and swimming through an ocean of sensation. I held her around the neck and thrust forward until my balls bludgeoned her belly and released ropes of red-hot lava love, one after another. So much love, it was pouring out of Sparkles and onto the floor!
After my orgasm subsided and my cock calmed down, I realized that Sparkles had been silent for quite some time. She was limp in my hands. I looked down at my love.
Oh my god, I killed Sparkles!
What had I done? Incredible grief overcame me and I fell to the floor holding my sweet Sparkles in my arms. I hugged her until I fell asleep.
What now??? Must everything I love be detroyed?
Part III - The Third Act - Coming Soon!
Trust me. I have a knife.