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Tom Wilson wondered out to the lids to the in-ground storage tanks next to his gas station. Kneeling down, he flipped open the cover. Standing up he was just about to drop the long wooden fuel stick, when a rental U-drive-it truck pulled up in front of the bar, diagonally across the intersection of two Texas roads. "Quitting already?" Tom wondered as he watched Alan, the fellow that had bought the place just a week ago, open the front door to the bar, only to be attack by a huge Harlequin Great Dane. The dog was merciless in her attack. Fore paws on his shoulders, the bitch lathered her owners face with her broad wet tongue. "Damn she's a big bitch!" Tom thought to himself, every time he saw her. He watch the two as they stood on the walk, the human had his arms around the Great Dane, hugging her chest to his. The massive canine continued to lather his face. Finally the man carefully lifted her forelegs and lowered them to the ground. Tom then saw the man glance around to see if anyone noticed his affection for his dog. The station owner was hidden by a tire rack that stood at one corner of the gas station and the bar owner didn't see him. Alan told Alexis to 'stay' on the sidewalk as he went to the back of the truck. Flicking open the latch and giving a shove, the door rolled up on it's tracks, reveling a stack of tables and chairs. Pulling out the ramp, the bar owner strode up it and grabbed chairs stacked two to a stack. Tromping down the ramp he turned at the bottom and headed to the front door. The Great Dane quickly followed him inside, tail wagging all the time. Tom replaced the measuring stick in the holder on the station wall and went inside to log the numbers. Today was Tuesday, order day. Sitting at a small desk wedged between the counter and wall, the station owner checked over his order forms. Looking around the 'customer area' of the small building, he mentally checked off the order. The humming pop machine need some more root beer, the candy vender needed a couple of different bars. Looking up at the cigarette rack that hung over the counter, he saw that he only need the normal weekly order to satisfy he usual customers. All the while he absently stroked and fondled the wrinkled brow and long silky ears of his Basset hound Sadie who had parked her head on his lap. She was your typical Basset, short powerful legs, sorrowful expression, black and brown coat with white under belly, tip of her tail and feet. So after a quick double check of his book, he reached for the phone and called the wholesalers. Once the orders were placed, he carefully turned his chair so he was facing his bitch. Leaning over he brought his face down so he could rub it against Sadie. The hound lifted her face and rubbed back, her nose snuffling noisily over the man's cheek. Tom's hands were petting her from her head down her strong back. Bringing both hands up to her face they were rubbing her long silky ears. The human was whispering to her how much he loved her and what a good girl she was. Suddenly the little bell over the door clanged out. Tom quickly sat up in his chair to look over the counter to see who was coming in. There hadn't been the warning of the 'tire bell' of someone driving up to his gas pumps. Alan saw the Texas suddenly jerk upright in his chair. Sorrowful eyes peered up at him as the Basset hound turned to shuffle over to her comfy mat behind the counter. "Never trust a man that doesn't like dogs." Alan announced. Tom thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yea.. I do believe you're right about that. What can I do for you?" Alan pointed to the bar, there was several of the bar's former tables and chairs piled behind the truck. "I got some better table and chairs for the bar, and I was wondering if you wanted any of the old ones for here in your station. Maybe for your break room or just to have a few chairs around? I'm just going to haul 'em off to the dump if you don't." Tom glanced around the 'customer area' of the small gas station and spotted the cardboard display stands for the gas company's credit cards and several other 'offers' he was required to have on display. "Yea I sure could use one to get those brochure holders off the counter there. That would make things a lot handier." "Yea, I kept a few of the better ones for stuff like that too. But there's still several out there, a few not too bad of shape. At least they don't wobble too badly." Alan saw Alexis looking out the window. "Well I better get back over there and keep unloading stuff." Tom nodded to the man as he was turning to leave. "Thank you... That other feller that had the bar before you, wouldn't have offered. No wonder he didn't make it... Him with his 'themes'". "Themes?" Alan ask turning back around to look at the cowboy standing behind the counter. "Yea.. Bill used to go on about how a bar needed a 'theme', a 'hook' to get folks to come in. He thought that 'disco' was going to make a come back or something. I guess he figured wrong. Or maybe the fact he was a first-class ass-hole didn't help profits none either." Tom leaned on the counter watching the bar owner as he stood thinking. "Well you know, that might not be such a bad idea.. Not the disco part, but to make the place a little more fun. Maybe get folks to want to stop by my place and not someplace else." Alan was talking to himself as much to the gas station owner. Once again he turned and headed for the door. "I'll be over in a bit, today is 'order day'. I need to call my suppliers." The gas station owner remarked. Tom watched the bar owner jog across the intersection. The reception he got from the Great Dane was just as intense as when he arrived with the truck earlier. "She sure loves him." he thought. As he watch the two, he got a knowing smile and a tingle in his loins. "I bet he's shagging that beauty." Tom told his Basset hound laying on her mat. Reaching over, Tom tapped a few keys on the modern cash register, locking the gas pumps on 'credit card only' mode. Walked around the counter, locked the door and hung a sign on one of those vacuum hooks stuck to the glass. 'Back in 10 Min.' Opening the 'Employees Only' door he walked into his 'break area'. Room was good size. Tom never could figure why they made this room so big. 'Maybe extra storage for candy bars and such.' was the only thing he could come up with. Sadie followed him into the break room and Tom closed the door. On the left as you came in was a counter with a microwave, coffee pot, small refrigerator, and cabinets to hold food stuffs. To the right side of the door was an old twin bed, with a newer mattress on it. At one end was a set of steps that would enable short legged dogs to be able to get on the bed. Sadie stood in the middle of the bed with tail wagging and using her deep alto voice, was giving small bayful woofs to Tom. The human chuckled and remarked, "Caught me looking at another bitch, so you are going to woo me back, are you?" Sadie must have agreed with this assessment, for as soon as Tom stepped closer to the bed, she started licking the weathered face of the man that loved her. Opening his mouth the human let the broad wet tongue wiggle in. Pressing his lips to her's and using his own tongue, the two 'kissed' the best way they could. Breaking their kiss, the Texas stepped away from the bed, unbuttoned his shirt and hung it on one of a row of pegs that was between the bed and the outside door. His Stetson joined the shirt on the next peg. Walking back to the bed he again embraced the short hound. Bassets are not small dogs. Sadie was a good 75 pounds, her body was as big as any Labrador's. Tom always told the vet to subtract 5 pounds for her ears to get her true body weight. Sadie used her short powerful legs to prance and spin around on the bed. Tail waging a mile a minuet, her throat giving out deep baying barks. She stopped with her rump towards the human, tail cocked to one side. "So you're figuring on wearing me out before I go over to see that spotted hussy?" Tom chuckled as he undid his belt and pulled the zipper down on his blue jeans, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers were already tenting as he pulled them down next. Out sprang the 'Wilson family curse'! Over ten inches of thick uncut penis lifted slowly up from his loins. At least one man of every Wilson generation had 'the curse'. "Ten plus inches a 'curse'", you ask? Well finding a woman that can comfortable take such a monster is hard to do. Seamed every one of Tom's girlfriends never stuck around long after a time or two in the sack with him. "The novelty soon wears off", Tom thought grimly. The Wilson family had for generations raised Basset Hounds. Leroy, Tom's brother, now had the family kennel. That was where Sadie was from. Growing up around a farm, Tom had several 'teachers' for 'sex ed'. Between the dogs, cattle, and goats, the young Wilson lad soon learned what he had between his legs was for. Then one fateful day Tom was included in some porn watching that his older brother Frank as acquired. With the Wilson parents safely away seeing some old friends that had just got back from a cruse, leaving the younger Wilson's alone for a time. "Lookie at what I got!", Frank waved a gaudy DVD cover that showed a woman sucking on some guy's dick. It didn't take long before the 'plot' got to the sex part. With lots of moaning and other standard porno dialog, the woman soon had the man's cock in her mouth. "Geeze what a monster!" Leroy exclaimed when one of the shots showed the man's penis in close up. "I bet he's eight or nine inches." Tom sat in stony silence. Like all young men, Tom had measured himself. "He had a 'monster' between his legs? The youngest Wilson went back to watching the porn. Again he paid close attention to the 'star' cock. He watched as the man fuck the woman from behind. The camera showed he was bent over her ass and that he never fully hilted in the woman's cunt. Then back to more sucking and the finale where he cummed over the woman's face and tits. Tom joined his brothers in hooting and hollering at the scenes and slapped his brother on their backs and agreeing that, "Man that was really something!" Not long after, the young Wilson sat at a the 'boy's' computer. After looking past endless porn sites, he finally found a semi-serous web page that talked about human penis size. 'Normal was around six inches, give or take a fraction. The normal woman could take seven or eight.' "You got the curse." Tom jumped, he hadn't heard his older brother Frank come up behind him. "Curse?" Tom croaked, seeing his brother looking at the screen. "Yea, I heard about it from Uncle Henry, I guess he has it in dad's generation. At least one Wilson male gets it... How long are you? Frank asked. "A bit over ten." Tom spoke to his chest. Frank nodded and said. "Probably be a good idea to go talk to Uncle Henry. He can tell you how to live with it." Frank left and made a phone call. The next day Tom's dad got off the phone and found his son cleaning one of the kennels. "Your Uncle Henry needs some help over at his place. Would you be willing to go there for a few days to help out a bit?" Tom agreed and since he was a few months shy of getting his divers license, Tom's dad drove him the hour trip to his uncle's. Uncle Henry had lunch ready for his brother and nephew when they got to his ranch. A couple of ponies, cattle that included a 'mini-cow', some meat goats and of course two Wilson family Basset Hounds. After lunch, the older Wilson's sat around a bit drinking ice tea, talking about family stuff. Then Tom's dad said he needed to "get going", and was soon bouncing down the long farm drive to get back on the main road. The older man looked at the younger and said. "Your brother Frank says you have it." Tom blushed and nodded. While he knew all about sex, but he was still a little embarrassed talking about such things to an older family member. "Don't worry none, nothing you say or do while you're here will get back to your parents or brothers... I had more or less the same experience with your Great Uncle Lucas Wilson." Tom look up at the tall well built Texan and asked, "Frank said you could tell me how to live with, it." Henry nodded and after refilling the ice tea, he proceeded to foretell pretty much what Tom experienced later in life with women. The young Tom sat on the kitchen chair looking perplexed. "But all is not lost." His uncle exclaimed. "There are 'options', if you are of a mind, that is." "Options?", Tom's mind tried to think what his uncle meant. Jerking his thumb to the window that faced the barn yard. "Yep, out there. They can take the worst the Wilson family curse can give." His uncle offered. Looking out the window the young Wilson saw his uncle's ponies grazing in the paddock. Suddenly Tom remembered seeing a stallion shoving his big cock into a mare. "They let you.. cover 'em?" Tom used the polite term for 'animals fucking'. Uncle Henry chuckled a bit before answering. "Shoot yes, they'll even come up to you asking for it." Tom sat with his mind in high speed. He remembered how he got a 'message' from his 'monster', that it was interested whenever he saw a bull shove his long pink cock into a cow, making her back bow up, or when the family stud dog would tie with one of the bitches. Again the older Wilson watched the gears whorl in his nephew's head. "I know, some folks say it isn't right, but they don't have to live with the curse. And I can guarantee you them critters out there love sex just as much as humans do.. Even more so, they ain't got all the 'hang ups' humans do. They just know they like it and enjoy doing it." "H-how..." Tom stuttered. "Eleven inches." His uncle announced . "You?" "Little over ten." Tom said in a low voice. "Well you might find a woman some day, that can take you. But don't hold your breath... I'm not saying not to look if you're a mind to. I just got past the age of starting a family and stopped looking." Tom could hear a tinge of bitterness creep into his uncle's voice as he said the last part. "Hell I'm like one of them Arabian Sultans!" Henry's face seam to light up. "I got a damn harem out there." Tom smiled as he remembered his late uncle and all the good times he had spent on his farm. Now Tom's farm. Since Uncle Henry didn't have any kids, he left his place to him. Reaching under the pillow he retrieved a bottle of lube and slathered some on to his, 'monster'. "You sure are a lecherous bitch." he told Sadie as she wiggled her rump shamelessly at her human lover. Reaching out, Tom rubbed some of the lube over her puffy nether lips. His finger entered her slightly to rub her hard clitoris. Knowing he was now ready, the hound backed closer to the edge of the bed. The human grabbed his cock. Pulling the foreskin back he slowly rubbed his glans over the 'Y' shaped opening to the Basset's vulva. Sadie pushed back, she felt her human angle his cock up into her vestibule, before making the 'turn' into her vagina proper. Man and beast gave a shutter as he slid into her. She was 'made' by nature to be large enough to take a big dog cocks with a baseball sized knot, so she had no trouble accepting her human's 'monster'. She felt Tom's nut sack press against her. Something he hadn't been able to do with any of his human partners. Tom pulled back, slowly sliding his cock out of the bitch's cunt. Her smooth tight tunnel clinging to his long shaft. Stopping for a moment with just the head inside the animal, then he pushed slowly back in. Each time he hilted in his lover, her tail washed over his belly as she wagged her enjoyment of his love making. Griping her hips the human sped up his thrusts. Pulling her back into his groin as he fucked his warm bitch's twat with firm steady strokes. Rocking the animal back and forth on her short legs, the Texan plowed her sensual flesh. His uncut human cock felt her slick canid tunnel hug warmly around him, each time he buried his manhood deep within her. Tom watched her long ears swinging back and forth as he fucked his horny bitch. The lush canine pussy made the lust grow hotter in the man's loins as he continued to shag his bestial lover. A deep groan rumbled from the Basset's throat as her clit was rubbed by the hard thick human cock thrusting into her. She heard the labored breathing of the man behind her as they both strove to their orgasm. The bitch was first as she grunted and her snug vaginal tunnel convulsed around Tom's cock. Thick bitch cum added to the already slippery mixture in her sex. The human gripped her tighter as he sped up his fucking, and was soon spilling his seed deep in her cunt. Tom felt his cum shoot into the warm tunnel he was buried so deeply in. Then another, and a third jet of semen. Not quite what he could put out in his youth, but still enough to leak out around Sadie's stretched vulva and onto the sheet. The two lovers stood frozen for a moment. Both panting with open mouths. Finally the human relaxed his grip on the bitch's hips and Sadie sprang foreword, spun around and with a frantic tongue started licking at the dribbling cum that still oozed from her lover's spent cock. Tom flinched as his over sensitive glans was assaulted. "Damn go easy girl." the human tried to move his cock from the direct line of fire of the Basset's tongue. Sadie knew to lick other parts and come back to the end of the human's cock later. Her broad tongue slathered Tom's shaft, balls, his hairy groin, even the sheet where their cum had dripped, was subjected to the same eager licking. A small pearl of human semen appeared at the end of the human's cock and was lick up by a tongue that seamed to be everywhere at once. Tom still twitch, but the feeling was more bearable now. He even pulled his foreskin back to let the bitch lick around the ridge of his glans. Staggering back a step, the human leaned down and 'kissed' his hound. Both were still breathing heavy as their breaths were traded back and forth between the two lovers. Tom slowly rubber her ears in silent gratitude for his loving bitch.