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Chapter #10

After the sheep left, things had pretty much returned to normal for Alan and Tom. The Sunday dinners/Bar-B-Que were looked forward to by both men. During this time, Alan witnessed two events that were quite amazing. Not quite as amazing as a flying saucer landing out back, but still very note worthy. Meeting Keath wasn't the amazing thing, that came later. He was Tom's nephew, and a zoo. He was nineteen and already been an active zoo for five years. And he was the current recipient of the Wilson family curse. As they sat and ate, the young Wilson's story came out. Like a lot of boys, he found the joy of having a calf suck on his dick... Only he could stand on the outside of the pen... He soon graduated to older cows, and after watching a bull 'nail' a cow, he just had to try it. As luck or fate would have it, Keath's dad had a kept a dwarf cow around the farm. His younger brother and sisters love the petite bovine so much there was not way the father could ever get rid of her. She acted like one the many dogs that ran around the barn yard. Wasn't unusual to see, kids, dogs, and a cow playing chase. Then late at night, or sometimes when the rest of the family had taken off for a Sunday drive, the small cow 'chased' the young human into one of the 'shade barns' that dotted the pasture. The other boys would get erections at sight of a cheerleader or a sexy teacher... Keath's 'boners' were caused by the little cow holding her tail to one side so the human could see her animal cunt.

The men in this clan had talked amongst themselves and had hoped the 'curse' was waning. The last three or four generations the length had gotten shorter. Tom's ten and a half was the shortest of the curse victims. And before that his Uncle Henry had been the shortest, at eleven inches. So when Alan met him, while he didn't ask, he figured he was at Tom's length or a little shorter. The men really didn't stand around and watch each other shag critters. Keath was into cows and had saved up enough to buy a very pretty and very small Miniature Hereford. According to the Miniature Hereford Breeders Association, she was a frame size, '000'. Meaning at full maturity she'd be only thirty eight or thirty nine inches at her hip. The young man had asked his Uncle Tom if he could keep said cow at Tom's place, since he didn't have much privacy at his dad's farm. So it came to pass, that Keath joined the two older men for their Sunday get together's. Alan noted very quickly that the young man was quite in love with his 'Rosie'. The farm he had gotten her from had named her 'Rosebud', but Keath couldn't bring himself to call the animal he was shagging 'Rosebud'. A couple months after meeting Keath, Jason, the volunteer EMT that worked part time at the bar, had told Alan that he was moving away from the area. And during conversations with Keath, he knew he was looking for some part time work since he was just getting started with his currant job. So when the barkeep arrived at Tom's farm the next Sunday he head out to the stable and corral, Keath had built for his little cow for when she wasn't out in the pasture with Tom's two small cows. Keath was standing next to Rosie, brushing her already shining coat. The young man kept his bovine lover as clean and well groomed as Alan did Alexis. Keath eagerly accepted the offer of part time work. While the two chatted, the barkeep was surprised to learn that the young man had taught his cow some tricks. Keath had Alan come into the corral and showed him how she could 'shake hooves'... 'speak'... turn around... walk sideways. And while not a trick, the little cow put her chin on Keath's stomach to get her neck and under jaw scratched. Alan thought he noticed the cow's thick pussy lips were wet when she 'turned around'. So when she presented her rump towards the two men the string of mucus she had dripping from her cunt was no surprise. Keath stated the obvious that she was in 'heat', and started to take off his overalls. Alan started to leave the corral, but the young man said he could stay if he wanted. And truth be known, Alan was a bit curious as to what extent the 'curse' had afflicted the young man. "I've always loved cows." Keath said, as if to explain his choice of partner. "Even before I thought about sex, I loved cows." The young man had his back to Alan as he hung his overalls on the corral fence. He now turned and headed for his cow. Stopped and turned fully towards the barkeep. "Which is a good thing when you are hung like me". Alan's eyes got big as he stared at the hardening penis attached to Keath. "H-How-How..." was about all the barkeep could manage to stammer out. Keath had seen that reaction before. "How long? you're asking... sixteen inches." The diameter was twice as larger the Alan's own penis, and was way over twice the length. And strangely, he was circumcised. And while it would never stand straight out, it still was achieving a surprising good angle. Keath turned back to Rosie and stepped closer to her. She had her tail cocked to one side as the young man grabbed his cock in the middle and was waving it under her cunt winding some of her stringy lube around it. The cow was getting impatient, and was shifting from side to side. But as soon as Keath's monster touched her lips, she stood still. Alan watched as Keath stroked his glans up and down in the slit of the pink swollen cow cunt. Rosie was soppy wet, and easily gobbled up the offered human cock. Keath had to do little pushing, to get his dick to slide into the animal. Rosie arched her back as her human lover slid into her. Keath hilted his cock. Alan could clearly see the union of the two. "Oh you nasty girl" the young man whispered. The barkeep could only imagine what the muscles in the cow's cunt was doing to Keath's cock. Keath pulled back slowly... six inches... an average man would have fallen completely out. This young human left ten full inches inside. He thrust back in, hard. Like a bull would... The wet smack of human flesh against that of bovine could be heard. Rosie, neither tethered or confined in any way, stood with her head slightly lowered, and tail cocked to one side, seamed to be in a state of bliss as her human repeated the slow out and rapid in strokes. At times he stopped and just held himself deep in his cow lover. Again a groaning whisper could be heard. The young man increased the pace... His hands resting on her bony hips... The sound of their wet sex added to the spectacle... Even though little could be seen, Alan knew that freakishly long human cock was burrowing deep into the diminutive cow's cunt. Slowing down and then speeding back up, the barkeep watched as Keath tried to prolong the fantastic animal sex. Finally the young man kept a steady pace... His whispers grew louder as he told his partner what a good cow she was, and such a nice pussy she had. Keath slammed himself into the animal's cunt and held himself deep within her... Alan could see muscles bunch and jump in the human's back side... A soft, "Oh god yea", escaped from the young man... After the first three or four big blasts, the human seamed to began to deflate... Slowly he lowered himself onto Rosie's back... Arms hanging limp along the cow's sides... A good eight inches was still inside the cow... Rosie lifted her head and gave a soft lowing moo.. Alan knew that this scene had been played out many times before... The barkeep wondered what it would be like to be that deep in a bovine's cunt... But he also knew that Keath would never be able to hilt himself inside a dog. So other then equine, it's a good thing he loves cow pussy.

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Susan Wright, like most members of the Wilson family clan, was loud and boisterous, only in female form. Alan, Keath, and Tom's 'Bar-B-Que bunch', was suddenly invaded one nice Sunday afternoon, just as the topic of wondering out to see what critters were willing, had come up... There was the sound of tires on gravel and then a door slamming shut. "Go find that skinny ass cousin of mine". The strange statement sound like a command. And the explanation came racing around the side of the house. A massive Harlequin Great Dane dog bounded into view and instantly started barking at the men on the back porch. Tom's Sadie scrambled up the steps faster then Alan ever saw that dog move, and planted herself under Tom's chair. Alexis, meanwhile, had taken up a position in front of Alan with the hair on her back standing straight up, and a deep throaty growl rumbled from her. "Thor!... Heel!" Came another shouted command. Instantly the giant dog ran to take up his position at side of the woman that just came around the corner of the house. Once she saw Tom wasn't alone she told the dog to "sit. stay", which he promptly did. A tall young woman, slender but not skinny, marched up to the steps of Tom's back porch. She obviously knew who Tom was, because the look directly at him as she spoke.

"Tom, I'm Susan Wright, the granddaughter of Henry Wilson's brother, Sean."

The skinny Texas face brightened up and said, "I remember uncle Sean, he was Henry's older brother... Moved to work in the oil fields down in South Texas years ago... Met him and his four daughters at a family reunion a few years back." Tom got up and went down the steps to give his relative a welcoming hug. "There was a passel of kids running around, so forgive me for not remembering you." "I'd be truly surprised if you had, there was over 25 of us screaming children there that year." Tom motioned to the two men on the porch. "Come and meet the 'Route 80' bachelors." The lanky Texas mounted the steps, followed by Susan, the men stood. Sadie started her growl'n again but Tom was quick to silence her. "Hush now.. She's family." When Tom pointed at the barman, Alan got a very firm handshake. Keath appeared to receive the same treatment. introductions over, the group returned to their seats. Susan took the seat on the glider next to her distant cousin. In the ensuing chatter, it was learned that her mother was a 'Wilson' and had married 'Mr. Wright'. Besides being a great dad, he was a damn good businessman. Susan was now out of collage... Top of her class and went on to get her Vet-tech license. And she was just spending a little time traveling around visiting distant relatives. As the humans were talking Alexis calmed down and was becoming curious about the male that were sitting so very still. Padding down the steps the bitch slowly stepped closer. Alan kept a watch on her out of the corner of his eye. He wondered if she was confused by a dog that looked just like her harlequin pattern. Susan asked for something to drink, so Tom took her inside to the kitchen. Alan was really amazed how well the male Great Dane was trained. He never moved as Alexis sniffed his ears, muzzle, and boldly sticking her head between his front legs, smelling his sheath. Finally Alan figured she had pushed her luck far enough, and called her to come back to the porch. After a much longer time then to just get a drink from the fridge... Tom came out alone and asked the two men if it was ok if he revealed their secret to Susan, since she was a zoo. Keath and Alan both nodded an affirmative. When Tom went back inside, both men looked at the massive Great Dane and them back to each other with impressed looks on their faces. Next time the door opened, Tom and Susan both came back out.

The woman looked at Keath and Alan.

Out at her dog.

And back to the two men.

"Yes I get fucked by him.... As near as I can figure out, I have the female version of the Wilson family curse.".

"....................!"

"I've wondered if such a thing could happen." Tom filled in the stunned silence. Since Keath was asked 'the' question all the time, he figured he earned the right to ask it of his cousin. "So.... Ahhh... Just how much.... room... do you have?" Susan smiled at the young man. "Yea, I've heard about you.... And I bet you've been asked a similar question many times." The woman smiled again. She pointed at her Dane. "He's got a knot the size of a large grapefruit and is over twelve inches from behind the knot to the tip.... And I can take him, no problem." Again a hush fell over the men. The woman continued as if answering more questions. "Like Tom, I never found a human lover that was able to satisfy me.... Truth me known, I was letting dogs fuck me, before I ever tried men.... The family had a male Basset hound, of course, and one night, while I was still just learning about my body, Fred hopped up on the bed and shoved his big, wet, black nose, right where I had stuck in three fingers. That tongue of his felt pretty awesome. And.... One thing lead to another... and before you know it.... I had Fred's big ol' dog dick pounding into me.... He was such a good lover... His legs were so short there was no way he could mount me doggie style, so we did it missionary... His big floppy ears laid over my boobs.... I knew he had a bigger dick then most men... I also kind'a knew it should be hurting me... But he only felt... wonderful. I played with Fred a lot after that. Enough to know, he was really huge, even for a dog. Such an energetic lover... And when we were all done, he'd clean us both... I guess like Keath, I was born a zoo." As the memory of her long gone lover faded from her eyes, Susan looked around at the men that were listening. "There are other member of the family that are accepting that some of us are zoo". The woman paused while she took a swig on her beer. "But I'm not going to do anything in front of 'em... So that's why I'm here at Tom's place". Alan asked, "Yea.. he's big, but he's not a horse, so just close the bedroom door"? After the blunt talk about taking huge dog cocks, it was odd to see Susan blush slightly. "Yea... About that... I like to give Thor verbal encouragement". "Huh"? Keath looked confused. Alan leaned closer to Keath, "She's a screamer", he told the young man. "She lets the world know just now much she is enjoying the fuck". Keath just nodded. Tom spoke up, "So you figured you come out to the country side where you won't be so inhibited in shouting out your joy of getting boned by your dog". The woman gave her cousin a mock glare. "A bit crude, but accurate". The older Texan continued, "So you need us to do anything, other then NOT call 911"? She gave a snort and observed, "Well if you men are going to hear, you might as well watch". That sort of caught Tom a off guard. "Watch"? "Sure, I've always wanted to have an audience... at least once". Looking around she pointing, "Can I use the hay barn? I've also always wanted to have my Thor fuck me outdoors in the hay".

The men moved some hay bales around, Tom had brought an old quilt from the house. And Susan was undressing.... in front of her dog.... very slowly. Thor for his part, sat on his hunches, tail wagging a clean arc on the ground. And paid very close attention as various parts of his mistress's body came into view. Three sets of human eyes also watch as she displayed her tanned, toned body to the animal. They didn't look on with sexual lust, but more of an appreciation of the grace and beauty of her form. Sitting in a semicircle the male zoos watched Thor prance, with muscles rippling and sheath swaying, to position himself directly in front of the woman as she sat on the covered hay bale. With a slight motion of her hand, the big black and white dog drove his muzzle into the shaved mound. Wet slurping sounds quickly filled the air. Susan looked down, past her c cup breasts with hardening nipples at the broad muzzle of the male Dane. Thor was working his tongue deeper into her slit as she raised her hand to tweak a tit. "Such a good boy" she stated. Slowly Susan laid back onto the hay bales. The Great Dane never lost tongue to twat contact with his mistress. The woman scooted her ass closer to the edge of the improvised bed. Lifting her legs up to form a wide vee, that must have been a cue to the male dog, for he surged up through those goal posts. It was obvious to all, that the dog had done this many times before, because the human didn't have to reach down to guide the dog, he knew exactly where to thrust his penis. Not too high, not too low, the massive canine drove his cock into the woman, deep.... hard.... and fast. Susan's scream ricocheted off the sheet metal roof. But her hands continued to hold her legs wide spread for the beast rapidly pounding his cock into her. The human suddenly became a porn movie sound track turned up to 11! She screamed, she hollered, even her moans were nearly ear splitting. All the while she was begging the animal to fuck her even harder. From where Alan sat, he could clearly see the Great Dane's reddening penis, being rapidly thrust into the human's cunt. The strokes became shorter and harder. The inside flesh of the dogs thighs, 'whapped' against the round butt cheeks of the woman. Alan had been around enough mating dogs to know what was happening. Thor's dog cock was getting thicker, the nodes on either side of his dick shaft were starting to engorge with blood, making a ball of flesh down at the base... The dog's watery jizz started to spurt from the tiny tip that stuck out from the end of the rapidly growing penis... The cock was getting longer... Thor shifted from one hind paw to the other in an ancient canine mating dance.... Now that the penis was inside the cunt tunnel, the slender cock that was stiffened by a bone, was no longer necessary. The knot became larger, the shaft of the cock became thicker and longer.... It was still being fucked back and forth, but the strokes were becoming shorter.... Of course all this conjecturer, was loudly confirmed by the shouting Susan. Who gave a 'blow by blow' running commentary of the proceedings. After the twenty seventh, "FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG DOG COCK", was screamed, Keath slipped out of the hay barn, surely answering a call from his cow lover... And after the ninety fourth time, "OH GOD, OH GOD, FUCK ME", Tom must have heard the siren call of his black bovine ladies, for he also left. That just left Alan and Alexis to continue to watch the bestial performance, playing out under the loud echoes from the tin roof. One could not watch this, without getting turned on by it. Even his female Great Dane was showing rapt attention. Alexis had her natural (not cut) ear flaps lifted, her nose was dilated to take in all the smells, and her bright eyes were riveted to the scene before them. Just looking at his beautiful black and white bitch, turned Alan's 'stiffy' into a full blown erection! Standing the man quickly stripped off his shorts. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from a pocket, Alan spread his shorts over the hay bale and sat back down. Alexis turn to watch her lover and noticed that he was sprouting a hard on.... And she knew exactly what that meant.... She spun her ass around and backed her rump toward the human. With one hand the human rubbed her just above her tail, and with the other he used the back sides of his fingers to rub her always puffy tri-folded nether lips. The latter was to make sure she was, 'on the same page'. Her pressing back let the human know she was. Alan opened the bottle of lube, he paused a moment to look over at Susan and Thor. Sure enough there was a bulge in her mound that look like someone had shoved a large grapefruit in her. Thor continued to fuck his mistress with short powerful strokes and she continued to shout out her enjoyment. The man slathered lube over his very stiff cock. Also he used his slippery fingers to make Alexis' lips equally slick. Alan used his left hand to pull her back and used his right hand to perform the well practiced moves to negotiate the 'up and in' required to get his circumcised glans into the bitch's cunt. The Dane pushed back as her muscles clenched, then relaxed, allowing the turgid human dick to slide deeper into her canine cunt. Alan also spoke to his animal lover but not nearly as loud. Thor was a bit different when it came to fucking. There's a small percentage of male dogs that don't suddenly stop fucking when their knots get large enough to prevent with drawl.... But will keep a slow steady rhythmic thrusts going.... Alan kept a similar pace while watching the huge male dog. At some point Susan had let go of her legs, and had locked them around the male Great Dane's waist. Her hands were now free to hug and rub the massive black and white spotted head of the painting animal. The human male closed his eyes to the erratic scene as he rocked Alexia, making her warm slick pussy slide back and forth along his dick. The rings of muscles inside, and the rubbery lips of her opening, all added to the wonderful feeling that washed over Alan as he slow fucked his bitch lover.

The sudden silence was near deafening. Thor had finally stopped his humping motions. Though Alan could clearly see the animal's anal muscles were still pulsing, pumping more and more of his canine puppy seed into the human. His head had lowered until it had came to rest on Susan's shoulder. Laying cheek to jowl, the two lovers were just quietly panting. No longer distracted from his own love making, the human started thrusting faster. Rising slightly off his hay bale seat, Alan was able to fuck Alexis in earnest. Bending over her back, his arms wrapping around her slim waist, the human fucked his bitch 'doggie style'. Between the show he just witnessed, and having slowly fucked her warm twat for the past fifteen minutes, it wasn't long before Alan was blasting his own seed into his canine lover. Alexis worked her cunt muscles as if trying to milk every last drop of thick human cum. The man lowered himself back down to once again sit on the hay bale. He released his embrace of her hips and sat up. Thor stood up, his fore paws were on either side of Susan's ribcage. He head was held high and his back arched. He looked every bit of the proud male that had just bred his female. Susan sighed and ran her hands down her belly, as if trying to feel the dog's cock within her. Maybe she could... For when she unlocked her legs from around his hips, the dog backed off, pulling his still quite swollen cock from within her depths. The knot had shrunk, but the shaft was still quite impressive as it swung below the Dane. Alexis choose that moment to go exploring. Stepping away from the still woozy Alan, softening human dick slurped loudly from her pussy, as she trotted over to the woman and dog. Her nose was hoover-ing up the thick smells of sex. She first tried to sniff the red, swinging dog meat, but Thor was busy tending to it himself. Then she turned to the leaking water fall of spooge that was running from the woman's twat. A couple of tongue swipes, elicited a weak squeak from Susan. Alan called to her, and she quickly returned and began her own forgotten duties, and was soon sending her broad tongue over her lover's groin.

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A couple months later....

Frank pushed open the front door of the bar an hour before opening time.

"Howdy Sheriff... Coffee?" Alan waved the carafe from behind the bar. "Maybe in a bit... I need to ask you some questions... Just to clear a few things up". Alan noted the yellow file folder Frank held in his hands. "Sure, what's up"? The two men sat at one of the tables close to the bar. "I got this sent to me from one of your old neighbors", the sheriff plopped the folder down and it sprung open. Alan could see immediately it was the transcript from his trial. His heart sank... "Got it a few weeks ago. I wanted to do some checking before I came to you with it"... Frank's big hands shuffled some of the papers around. "Talked to the Judge's clerk, if you want to know anything about a trial talk to the clerk, most judges can't remember dick all"... Again Frank moved the pages about. "You were arrested, stood trial, and found not guilty". The Sheriffs tone was light, like this wasn't any concern of his. "So tell me if I got this right. After the trial, you tried to go back to your normal life but some dick couldn't let it go so he was stirring up trouble for you... According to the clerk, this 'person' was angling to buy your land cheap. They even looked up to see if you had paid your taxed"... Frank leaned back in his chair with a bit of a smile on his face. "You sold alright, but to some big land developer for some pretty big bucks. And that twit that wanted your land, has to look at a housing development, practically in his own front yard.... So now he's hunted you down and is trying to make trouble for you here". Alan sat in stony silence for a few moments... "Damn what an ass hole"! The barkeep finally focused on the sheriff. "Yea, that's pretty much it. He didn't know that I had been fending off that developer for a couple of years. He just kept pushing... So he must figure this is all my fault, when he's the one that drove me into selling to that developer". Frank said in his best sheriff voice, "I'll make sure nothing comes of this", and with a flip of his hand the folder closed. "I'll take some of that coffee now".