funny story how thing work out. You grow up reading record book and pansy tales, watching Disney pic, and you 're pretty certainly you 're going to consume a summer romance, to return in blissful common sexual love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could grow out to be a big, brainy border collie with a uncanny back-door predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow stream of collie pick leaking out my ass, while I type out my sentiment. I 'm not at all dissatisfy with thing, it just is n't what you expect, exactly, when you 're growing up. You know ?

My name 's irrelevant, and you 'll see I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to work things out, or get them off my chest, to a sealed extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible epithet. Sometimes he 's sonny boy, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other variation. He responds to all of them. He 's not a large dog by any means, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly blackamoor, a rich glossy smuggled, with a Elwyn Brooks White blaze on his chest, a little more blank on his brow and behind his ears, and a couple of spotty E. B. White socks. We keep that fur nice and sportsmanlike and silky despite his uncanny power to detect mud, Burr, and various farmyard by-product. Right now, he 's busily patroling the undercoat. When he decides he has a job to do, he devotes himself to it very single-mindedly.

I picked Lad out as a pup, and as he grew up, we spent time of day together -- many hours working on obedience and tricks, and many minute just in each other 's caller, walking around together as I did task, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much time together, working together, playing together, and touching each early, you just James Bond. He slid right into the part of `` outdo friend '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and muzzle, were thing that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to last out just friends. They were formula things to do with a dog, all a part of the mental process of bonding and growing closing together. I would n't suffer ever described the process as `` falling in love '', but by the prison term a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big home in my eye. I missed him and thought of him during the day when I was at school, and looked forward to seeing him when I got home.

The timing worked out so that he was growing into his maturity date just around the same time I was. I started seeing split second of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing rarity about that portion of him. I do n't know how to answer for for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, curiosity boiled over and I reached down under his belly and stroked him along his sheath. showtime, it was a pair of light contact, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his belly fur, but then I took it fully in my hired man, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and rubbed some more. He felt adept and warmly in my hand. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big crestless wave at the foot felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about hotdog, I had n't known to anticipate that and was n't entirely certainly what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the sheath back a bit and saw a few inches of pink, saw a lilliputian spirt of liquid, and then I got nervous about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and auricle for a minute or two Sir Thomas More and then walked away, trying not to expect fishy ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like someone trying very hard not to look shady ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the intuitive feeling replayed in my mind, and I lay in the shadow with my eyes closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to catch some Z's easily, and I woke up early on with the idea still racing around. And so, the next day at around the same time, I called him over to take the air with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't seeable from the star sign, and I did n't make a good deal pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in answer immediately. That big bulge started to fill my handwriting up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that tone, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first view of his integral hammer, naut mi and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a constituent of Lad, so it seemed sorting of OK to look and to tint. He was jetting out spurts of liquidness now. Some of it splashed his thorax fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him spurt for a long time. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI tech would do when he takes caution of a bull or stallion, but deep down I also knew I was feeling more than than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a daily routine for us. My afternoon chores gave me a practiced grounds to be in the b for a spell every day, and so every day Lad would get a hand job. I got used to how he liked to be touched, and was rewarded with more enthusiastic poke and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our usual spot as soon as we went in the b, and looking at at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog cock started coming to me all through the ease of the day, most of all before bed clock time, waking up in the morning, and riding the school bus domicile, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chores '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could imagine the pink duration of it sliding out bright against his venter fur, the hot touch, the liquidity squirting against my hand, Lad 's heavily external respiration in the tranquility of the barn, and his warm doggy scent overpowering the background smell of hay and twine and debris. Every metre it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every metre, More and more sprain on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd variety of ringlet my free arm around his bureau, too, and he 'd grab that and hunch over against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more exciting when he seemed to really get into it. But one good afternoon, probably an early October day, I decided to lie down and skid underneath him. With my forefront up under his chest, and his hind legs straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog shaft, and when I jerked him, the initiatory jets splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the floor, he was starting to push up a little bit, and when I raised my head up just a little, he was aimed right at my face. What a view ! It 's so weird, I do n't roll in the hay why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feeling of the spray against my pelt, and I wanted more. I raised up a little gamy, scooted forward, and held the tip right hand in front of my mouth. K of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my brass and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff and nonsense was flying everywhere. I was uneasy but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow him. My brim parted, I guided him into my mouth, and there we were. I could n't pretend anymore that this was anything but sex. I was n't just jerking him off ; my face was getting dog-fucked. He felt the heat around him, and my handwriting still around the theme, and he humped like mad, not too cryptical, thankfully ( I could control that with my mitt ), but I had all I could wield just to harbour my view and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my typeface. One part of my genius thought it tasted weird, but a deeper portion of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so hefty, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how farseeing it lasted. Probably not long. fourth dimension went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my mouth for a long prison term after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a mess, and I could n't stand it ; I unbuttoned my dungaree and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more nervous all of a sudden that person would total out and stumble on me with my knickers down. But I needed some relievo. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and deposit his nose in where my fingers were and started licking me too. It was a flood down there, and he got his natural language right hand in. I lifted up my hips and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast punch, then lay down and wedged his forefront between my legs and seriously went to operate. Remember I said he really devotes himself to a job ? I spread myself for him and squirmed around and he licked every bit of me. It was the 1st meter I 'd ever matt-up anything like that at all, and before retentive I was seeing star. I was holding in the dissonance because I did n't require anyone to hear anything suspicious, but when he tongued over my asshole a couple of clip, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't help it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand, and I rolled away onto my side. He walked around to front at me, like he was checking that the job was done ok. Yeah, wow, thanks, boy. I scratched him a bit ( which he likes, especially the chest fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't care so lots, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his chest fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the house, straight to the bedroom, avoid eye contact lens with anyone else until dinner party meter. Also, avoid eye impinging and mumble answer to any questions during dinner as well.

The succeeding morning was a Sabbatum. I went out for a pass after breakfast and just a few minutes after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his headland and we walked for a while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a aspect, coming back in to nudge me again. He backed up and gave me a barque and all of a sudden I was pretty sure it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his steering and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his articulatio humeri to spend a penny sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` Inferno yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a trot. We dashed in the b, I went over to a pile of lumber where I could sit comfortably a distich of understructure off the ground, and I hiked my jeans down. I was still unquiet about getting caught peeled with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would take a duad of hr, and dad was working on fence, which would prevent him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my rose hip forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my ramification, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might imagine, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was incline back and enjoy and let out some encourage noises when he hit the really good smudge. secure old Lad figured the secret plan out and soon I was drifting away on waves of barker pleasure. Everything in my consistence seemed to get loose and relaxed. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-up from the places he 'd been licking so I pulled my stifle back a little, scooted forward, and rocked my rosehip back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my crack starting almost at the small of my binding. I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart a bit -- I felt so lascivious with my peg back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that particular moment. Lad got the content and tongued across my mother fucker, then pushed his lingua right up in it. Another uncanny touch, but I wanted to keep open going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing ability to get that tongue right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one more than really mind-bending import as he went particularly inscrutable, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and draw out myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his dick was out, heavily and dripping. I slid under, took him in my oral cavity, and ran my lips right up to the nautical mile, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick jab at the vertebral column of my pharynx for a moment. I just wanted to take back all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a lilliputian hug behind the burl, propping myself up with my other hand and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another knockout, debauched bow-wow facefuck. The natural state component did n't last too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more conscious than I 'd been the lastly time, and at a certain point I thought I noticed a change in the perceptiveness. Did n't matter. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt full of it. At that point I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as grueling and sozzled as we could get, but I was starting to get nervous about getting caught. I pulled up my pants to make sure at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally in the buff, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jet-propelled plane squirt my cheek, just for the flavor of it. Things kind of slowly wound down ; I gave him some pets and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all fours under him, but for quite some time, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really hungry, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a right stretch of clip when I could be indisputable of no pause, and there just was n't any chance. I took him in my mouth any opportunity I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposition plus a few early morning bonus when I happened to get up in time for it. The more I had of him, the to a greater extent I wanted. I loved having my face buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my mouth, I felt full moon of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a rest for a couple of weeks, though, when we had an important obedience trial coming up. I was, not without reasonableness, worried that this new twist in our kinship might mess things up when we had to compete together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any signs that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. lupus erythematosus rationally, I had a fear that I would step into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just know what we had been doing together : `` Oh my god ! She 's absolutely good of dog cum ! It 's practically oozing out of her ! Disqualified ! '' I knew this was totally ridiculous and could not actually happen, and yet it was still hard to agitate the image.

Long floor short : We totally aced the run, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliments, and cipher appeared to mistrust how a great deal `` training clock time '' was spent with his pecker in my cheek. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an splendid chance as the residuum of the house was taking a tripper to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stick around place by myself after the obeisance trial run and take care of the position until everybody got back the next day. I 'd make love to tell you that we just went out to the b and fucked our happy fiddling Einstein out for the quietus of the day, and it 's not like I did n't try. We got out there, we fooled around for a while, I got down in situation and got his mitt up on me, and he could n't retrieve the target. I mean, he 's a smart boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't think he had any idea what the aim really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few times, he got the tip in me, including a dyad of surprise jabs in the ass. But he never drove it home, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to guide him, but still, no luck. I was sweaty and frustrated and decided to call it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his error. I let him lick me out, which he was happy to do. That was nice, but not really square, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the quietus of the eventide, while he busied himself with his usual routine exterior. We tried again the next morn. Same result.

well, when we 're trick education, I use a clicker. For complex whoremonger, it 's the alone way I 've found that 's accurate enough to let him bang exactly when he 's done the justly thing. He 's top-notch tuned-in to it. So, after lunch, feeling both determined and a bit ridiculous, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, smooching, and generally frisking around for a spell, I slipped my drawers off and got on all tetrad again. I figured if I gave him a clink when he hit the marking, after a few clock time, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his mitt around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line thing up while also keeping fix to respond fast and ease up him a click at the right moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to regain the compensate angle or height or whatever would stool it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the golf hole. Within a split second, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the muddle he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of metre to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a second later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any prison term to intend affair over ; I gave him a mouse click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his learning ability going, and I wanted to burst off on a positive note rather than getting thoroughly frustrated with him again. So I had him hop off me, and we horsed around, just playing for a while. He accompanied me as I took forethought of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heat of the moment, I could call up matter over. I decided I was n't bothered too lots by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sensitive spot for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to set out figuring out what felt courteous, and I had come to savour a thorough asslicking as a steady part of my playday with Lad -- one of the C. H. Best component part, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to think a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The idea started to percolate.

Lad 's mind had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to tease me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do stuff together ! '' way. There 's no way to know for sure, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his brain what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` work. '' fountainhead, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the only partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to give him a slam at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to experience some good lubricator around for perfectly legitimate veterinary reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the theater and got my -- well, there 's no delicate way to say `` I got my ass all slippery, '' but that 's what I did. Reaching around and getting a finger in there is just awkward and unsatisfying ; it 's not enough, I wanted more, I wanted Lad, I wanted to get pounded, not fingered.

I stepped outside. Lad was waiting, somewhat impatiently, right field outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was aware of the warm, stale, boulder fern air, and the surprising golden color of the belated afternoon sunray coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could hope. Lad was not interested in the illusion. He was still bouncing around my hound in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jeans off and got down on all fours, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another let down session of attempt and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to find out, because Lad was up on me like a shot, and those social movement paws grabbed tight around my rose hip. If there had been any minuscule thoughts in my head about backing out, that compass would stimulate done away with them. God, it 's such a great feeling, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hind groundwork scrabbled around on the story between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching jabs. One struck my face, too far to the left. Then off to the right. Number three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an in. I grunted in dashing hopes as he pulled back, and then number four slammed it straight home hard, and I screamed. No hurting at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to mention lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and defeat pouring out in one big exit as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more strokes, to the highest degree of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might have made a auditory sensation a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so backbreaking it knocked some farting out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for Laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me tight already, but now those paws cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his tush closer. His back end was hammering away at an improbable rate while his Einstein worked out the necessary angles to get as much dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a slight to serve him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making long apoplexy, just really dissolute 1, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could correspond his pace, but I pushed back against him severely and steadily, taking it bass. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those long spurts that would jet out whenever I would jerk him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's anatomy well enough to know exactly what was happening when his international nautical mile first bumped up against me. I did n't throw any chance to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to pretend the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally undetermined to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No mistake, there was a whole fucking lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously immense like you read about in dumb floor, but his mile 's about the sizing of a maize, and added to the duration he 'd already buried, that was plenty sufficiency to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, mellowness, wetness and heat ; also, triumph. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was full phase of the moon of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him blotto inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. thing had gotten pretty still, at to the lowest degree externally. His base were still shifting a bit, and he may birth been a little queasy about the tie, but in any causa he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me full. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the flooring and he rested his full weight on me. I could imagine his rear twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a cryptical breathing time and the flavour of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and young woman and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a audio to be heard.

I reached between my pegleg and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a fiddling bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small yelp out of me. I felt really, really spiritualist and even the flyspeck moves from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak out a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hand, but it was clear he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A little rivulet ran up to my navel. I looked back under my dresser but I still had my T-shirt on and could n't see anything. A couple of fall fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to taste him, and my hand was still wet, but ... I could n't, not after it 'd been in my ass. I reached back again and massaged myself slowly from back near my asshole, and the little shaft of dog stopcock that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and forth. Like I said, everything was tiptop sensitive, and it only took a light touch to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's tool ... then I could unlax a minute and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd wish to consider I really blew his little doggie mind, actually, but I 'm not sure he experiences it anything like the Same way I do. I wished I had a mirror so I could see the two of us tied together.

I 'm not certainly how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a hour or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my low-pitched back, and had n't put his fundament back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small-scale shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a niggling bit scary, because he felt so vast as he pulled back. My golf hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little character of my genius started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one more puff that did n't quite form it out, but sent a long spurt of high gear pressure puppy seed flying out of me as the seal broke for a moment. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one More pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His foundation hit the basis, his dick bounced and bobbled against the interior of my thighs, leaving a duet of messy streaks, and he ambled a few animal foot away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a knee bend position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a all-encompassing afford spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked light up through. I did n't, though, so it was the floor board that got soaked, and I would not have liked to have to excuse that wet mountain on the floor if anyone had been around to stumble across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my dress back on and get inside for a hot shower, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a long clip to clean house himself afterwards and wo n't get up and go anywhere until he 's cleaned up to his satisfaction. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot rain shower and replaying the scene in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd puzzle what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could experience anticipated. More acute, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the succeeding prison term. Much later, I came to recognize how favourable we had been to cause things turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed natural that Lad and I would unite in the advantageously possible way.

You can guess that was n't the finally time for us. Not by a long shot. In fact, I 'm somewhat indisputable we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a flexible girl can get their organic structure together, and if I had the justly sort of chromosomes, we 'd receive a lot of pup to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any lawsuit, though. Maybe it 's just because of how affair happened to go the first few times, or maybe the slant 's sound for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furred lilliputian ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no cause to subside for anything former than what he likes Charles Herbert Best. I 'm glad to give it to him ; actually, for me, the best feeling in the public is getting down, spreading wide, and letting him film whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those manus wrapper around me, knowing we 'll soon be locked tight.

It 's only ever been me and Lad with the exception of one sentence when a stray showed up at our billet. He was much full-grown than Lad, more like a German language Shepherd build, with mostly black fuzz, and a really precious face topped with sharp ears, standing up tall. He had a red dog collar, but no nametag. I did n't greet him, and I was pretty sure I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd ramble, he 'd come a farseeing way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other creature around the place, so we figured we 'd preserve him around for a twosome of days in sheath anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a home plate or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and wienerwurst at our place often enough, but he was the solitary vauntingly, attractive, and intact manlike dog that I can call up. After getting to experience him for the offset day, I ... well, I was really peculiar about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big swain, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be fond that dark, and I asked if I could consume a couple of cover and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( zero unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summertime nights ). What I had in judgement seemed a fiddling risky, but I knew I was n't in all probability to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of illumination, or made enough fraudulent scheme to wake up somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that Nox ( including some books and a torch ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a name, lest I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy lilliputian nuzzle atop a layer of hay Basle, and read one of my books, switching on the flashlight once it got dark. By that prison term, both weenie were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't desire to wait any More. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some pets and scritches for a while, just to get us all comfortable together. Eventually, my hand strayed to more interesting territory. outset Lad got a skillful CVA, then I gave New Dog a little rub along his case. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my first very glimpse of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd set out in a routine with Lad, which was great, but did n't have quite the same sense of adventure anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new soil, with a little border of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm for sure both firedog were well aware of the tone of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental little suck. He stood still and did n't react much, early than releasing a few copious squirts that splashed against the back of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly worried about getting caught in the middle of a dog fight, but New Dog was too mellow for that kind of matter and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my brass and cervix. `` Jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few separatrix and a suck just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to make him await too long. I killed the torch and got my pants off. There was plenty starlight that it was n't totally dark in the b, and I could see silhouettes, at least. I got on all tetrad, Lad got himself in position, and he sank it in me on the third try. That got about half his length up my ass -- of class it was the ass, that 's laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with especial power, even for him. I can only strike that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His Calidris canutus bumped up against me and he simply found an extra little bit of forcefulness somewhere in him and shoved it straight in. I always like the feeling of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was scratchy stuff even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him switch his system of weights with me, as the familiar wet atmospheric pressure began building thick inside me.

I was just about to hit back and give myself a rub, but I got a blow when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect the spot, and he inspected it by running his tongue all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a here and now I was once again occupy that he 'd gross out out and try to change state around and set forth a squabble with the other dog. I could n't quite characterisation what would bechance to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news program for my asshole. Thankfully, Lad seemed to be blissed out, and was n't at all bothered about anything else that might be going on around my back end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really good -- that tongue was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where Laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's clump must have got been resting on his nozzle as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's clod and the beginning of his peter a few licks in the process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me fully, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and mount me, which obviously was n't going to work. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few time and get me a little wetter than I already was. I was a squashy, viscous barker peck, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my legs and any other bit of me he could jab his stopcock at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his prick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling frisson pass through my eubstance, and then I felt Lad 's inaugural towboat as he tried to free himself. A healthy watercourse of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the source of it just as Lad gave another intemperate tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the whole mess came pouring out right onto New Dog as Lad, who had really outdone himself for sheer amount, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the block once or twice before or he was a good observer and a fast apprentice, because he had his paws up on me the exact instant that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any assist from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a drubbing from cub. New Dog had a naturally right angle and had little trouble sliding into my wet hole. He was way full-grown than Laddie, and however mellow he may deliver been in full general, once he got himself buried in me, he went crazy. I could n't do anything, really. His hips must bear been a fuzz, and what was really surprise was the duration of the strokes he managed. He was n't just fast, but unlike Lad, he pulled way back before slamming in again. The wet slapping speech sound was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the meter, it seemed unbelievably tacky in my ears, and I felt as sealed as I ever had that someone was going to hear the noise, add up out, and distinguish me. New Dog had no such concerns, and any thoughts I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big ball of New Dog nautical mile slid in and grew stringent inside me.

I do n't cognize if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one hole while a different dog 's cum is still dripping out of another fix, but it 's somewhat awe-inspiring, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a portion of love, and friendship ; we 'd arise up together, after all. By compare, this was about nothing early than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly have known how much Lad had shot into me, but it was still easy to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of him, each throb and pip-squeak made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a rush when he pulled out. I wish I could have seen the gush coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his nose up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensitive to take even a individual biff more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to throw a second go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both domestic dog for quite some time in the quiet starlight. I do n't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the sound of Lad whining in my ear. His cock was peeking out. He definitely wanted some more ass, but I still was n't ready for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a well-chosen belly wax of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hour before sunrise.

Later that morning, a car with out-of-state photographic plate pulled into our private road, and within a few instant, New Dog was gone from my life forever. I never did learn his name.

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lifetime 's going to get weird soon, as if it were n't already. Lad and I have had a lot of playtime together, and we 've both gotten older. I 've got choices ahead of me. I want to stay and keep working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably decently that there 's not a lot of future in a small farm these daylight, but he also thinks that a girl ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to prove him wrong. I do n't bang. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would sonny come with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one home. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would wish for him ? I do n't roll in the hay how to present the big empty space that 'd he 'd pull up stakes in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the time I can have.

Hey, you know, right now it 's a warm breezy day and even though we just did it a picayune spell ago, I know he 's outside ready for me again. I can call up about the big head later. I 'm going to go get my fill of Lad while I can .