****** Action Jackson by lesTigress ******
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Action Jackson


Jackson knew his mistress was due home. He wasn't sure why. He could not see
her. Could not hear her. Heck, he could not even smell her! But just the same,
he knew she would come home any minute. It did not matter if she was expected
or not, he just knew. And it made him happy.

His mistress was special to him. She took him away from that place his former
master (the one who cut off his tail and snipped his ears) took him. The
"pound" his former master called it. All because he could not be mean. He
didn't have a mean bone in his body. He may look mean, most Boxers do, but
inside he was all lover.

Jackson knew the first moment he felt her presence at the pound, that this
mistress was the one for him. Maybe it was her smell, or the way her kind eyes
looked at him, he wasn't sure. That was years ago, and since then, his loyalty
and love for his mistress has grown. He would do anything to make her happy, he
loved her so much.

His mistress had been sad the last couple of days and Jackson was sure it was
because of the man who used to spend so much time with her. He hadn't been
around lately, and his mistress seemed to miss him. It was mostly at night when
this became obvious.

Jackson and his mistress had a ritual. Every night when his mistress retired
for the evening, she would read for a while. When his mistress patted the bed,
it was his signal that he could join her. Jackson loved this time he spent with
his mistress. It relaxed her and made her happy, and Jackson got a special
thrill from it too.

It was the only time that he could enjoy her smells and taste her. She adored
it when he would lick her feet. He knew this because she would pet him and talk
to him in loving tones. He especially loved it when she spread her toes apart
and he could get his tongue between each toe. Jackson would do this all night
if she let him. But tonight he wouldn't get the chance. Jackson had this funny
feeling inside his belly. It was a good feeling, an anticipation of wonderful
things to come.

It was late when his mistress came home. Much later than usual. After attending
to his needs, his mistress prepared for bed. But tonight she didn't leave the
light on to read. Jackson was confused. Was his mistress so tired she was going
to skip their ritual? No, the signal came and he happily jumped on the foot of
his beloved mistress's bed.

As Jackson lovingly started to caress her toes with his tongue, he noticed his
mistress was breathing funny. It was like the sounds she made when that man was
here. Jackson never saw what they did, but he could hear it through the closed
bedroom door. The next morning, when he was allowed back into the room, he
could smell his mistress and the man. This smell from his mistress made his
lower belly tingle. It reminded him of the time he secretly mated with the
cocker down the road. It was the only time he ever snuck out, and when he came
back his mistress was crying. Jackson had hurt her feelings and he never wanted
to do that again because he loved her so much.

At the same time he noticed his mistress's breathing, he was aware of her hand
moving between her legs. Then the wonderful morning after smell that he loved
got stronger. Jackson wanted to taste where this wonderful odor was coming
from. Slowly he nosed his way up to where his mistress was rubbing her hand
between her legs. The closer he got, the stronger the odor from his mistress
became. Tentatively, he let his tongue glide over her hand. His mistress
gasped!

"Jackson, what are you doing?"

He crept back down to the end of her bed and starting to lick her toes again,
hoping she was not angry with him.

"Here boy, come here. I'm not angry with you, just a little startled."

His mistress patted the bed next to where her legs joined. Jackson crawled up
next to her and laid his head on her hip. She pet him and said soft, loving
words to him. The smell from her was overpowering to Jackson. His lower belly
was tingling and he could not stop his tongue from taking another taste of her.
It was intoxicating to him.

"Oh my!"

But his mistress didn't stop him, so he ventured another taste. He couldn't
stop. As his mistress moaned and continued to breathe funny, Jackson was
delighting in the delicious flavor of her.

"What am I doing?"

Not stopping him, she spread her legs further apart as if to encourage him to
continue. Jackson did not need any encouragement to continue savoring this
delicacy. He knew this was making her happy. He could feel it. It was the
happiest his mistress had been in a long time. In fact, Jackson could not
remember when his mistress was this happy.

Jackson's tongue felt his mistress tremble. He could feel the pressure around
it the deeper he tasted her. The sensations were making him light headed and he
could feel his lower belly start to change. It was that same feeling he had
with that other dog, but something was different. That time, he felt a need to
do it. This time he wanted to do it and in doing so, he was pleasing the
mistress he adored. All of a sudden he felt his mistress tremble and moan a
long, deep pleasurable sounding moan.

"Oh Jackson."

Tenderly, lovingly, his mistress pushed Jackson's head away from her. He didn't
want to stop because the juices coming from her were the most tantalizing he
had ever tasted. He sensed that she wasn't angry with him. In fact, he sensed a
sort of love coming from her. His mistress adjusted her body so that she was on
her hands and knees. Jackson suddenly knew that she was presenting herself to
him. His mistress wanted to mate with him! To bond with him for a lifetime.

Shyly, Jackson nosed his mistress's presented body where her legs joined. He
wanted to be sure that she was signaling to him to mate. Tenderly he ran his
tongue over the opening where her juices were coming from. Jackson caught
another, more earthy scent coming from another opening in his mistress. This
scent was almost as tantalizing as the other was and he wanted to taste it too.
As he explored this opening, a moan escaped from his mistress's lips. This made
her happy too!

It was getting too much for Jackson. His desire to mate with his mistress was
overwhelming. Gently he placed his front paws on her back. Slowly, as a lover,
he moved his lower belly to mate. Jackson felt his mistress's warm and tender
touch as she guided him to her. At last he was joined with his beloved
mistress. He could feel her caressing him as he swelled within her. Slowly
Jackson and his mistress swayed. Time had no meaning for them.

The climax came all too soon. He could feel his mistress shudder. Small gasps
escaped her lips. Her breathing became fast and short. Jackson could feel her
contracting around him. He couldn't stand it any more, he released himself in
his mistress just as she clenched him tightly in shuddering waves. They stayed
like that for what seemed like eternity. Three times more, Jackson could feel
his mistress's gentle touch, hear her moan and then experience the ecstasy of
her contractions.

Eventually, they separated. Jackson lay down next to his beloved mistress.
Tonight they had joined. He was hers for forever, his love so strong. Gently,
she traced his face with her fingers.

"Jackson, my Action Jackson."


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