Serious Relationships by David Oberman (Hetero sex-older man/teen, Oral, Zoo sex-dog/teens, horse/teens) WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, AND MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF CONSENSUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR THE STATE OR COUNTRY IN WHICH YOU RESIDE PROHIBITS SUCH MATERIAL, THEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS STORY IS EROTIC FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT NECESSARILY CONDONE OR ENDORSE THE BEHAVIOR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR TO ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. This story contains elements of: M/f, M/g, g/g and Beast. If these subjects disturb you, do not continue or read further. Otherwise, enjoy yourselves :) Part One My name is James Foxworth; I'm forty years old and never married. For years, the local police have been keeping me under great scrutiny as they suspected me of being a pedophile that has been preying the area for the past fifteen years. They based their suspicions on the fact that I lived alone and had a dog. It seemed that their pedophile profiles gave them the notion that any single guy with a dog preyed on young girls, using the dog as bait to snare them. Never mind that the standard pedophile dog of choice is a puppy. My dog was a giant black poodle named Curly. He stood about three feet in height while on all fours and weighed in at about 85 pounds. If he ever stood up on his hind legs, he would stand at over five feet. The sheer size of him would have scared most young kids rather than get them closer to me. But these were the kind of cops I had to deal with here. I've never even had a notion of approaching a teenaged girl for sexual pleasure. So the sheer absurdity of the cops' suspicions only frustrated me more. Sure, I've had my share of young women companions, but they were all over eighteen and consenting. Finally, things got so bad that I decided to get myself a lawyer and issue a restraining order against the police. But that didn't seem to help much. They disregarded it and continued to follow and harass me in my daily life. This forced me into suing the city and the police department for invasion of privacy, harassment and defamation of character. It was an easy victory, and the city was forced to pay me five million dollars in damages. The mayor also insisted that the police cease persecuting me if they had no evidence. They didn't and for the first time in years I had a semblance of a normal life again. Thanks to some smart investment, the penalty payment I had received doubled. I now lived in a large house on the outskirts of the city that had so vilified me. My new dwelling impressed my lady friends even more. The large grounds were also a great place for Curly to run around without a leash. Every once and a while I would drive into town for supplies or meet with friends. On these trips, I would always take Curly along as he always enjoyed gallivanting in the city park. It was during one of these trips into the city where my life took a sharp left. I had just finished some business with my bank and decided to take Curly into the park for a bit of fun. As we entered the park area, dusk was just setting. Already the park lights were coming on so I wasn't planning on hanging around too long. With darkness setting in, I figured I wouldn't bother with Curly's collar and let him loose to romp around a bit before we headed for home. The black giant poodle soon disappeared into the shadows of the park as I settled down on one of the park benches and waited for him to finish. Without any preplanned notion, I had c