funny remark how things work out. You grow up reading Word of God and fairy story, watching Disney motion picture, and you 're middling sure you 're going to have got a summer Romance, to shine in blissful mutual love with soul dark and handsome and alive happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could call on out to be a big, smart as a whip moulding collie with a weird back-door predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow watercourse of collie cream leaking out my ass, while I type out my mentation. I 'm not at all disgruntled with things, it just is n't what you expect, exactly, when you 're growing up. You know ?

My name 's irrelevant, and you 'll fancy 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 dresser, to a sealed extent, and it feels more very if I put my public figure on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible epithet. Sometimes he 's Laddie, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other mutation. He responds to all of them. He 's not a tumid dog by any means, but he 's big for his strain. He 's mostly dark, a deep lustrous melanize, with a livid blaze on his breast, a little more White River on his frontal bone and behind his auricle, and a couple of spotted white socks. We keep that fur gracious and make clean and silken despite his uncanny ability to find mud, burrs, and several farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the reason. 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 hour together -- many hr working on obedience and tricks, and many time of day just in each other 's company, walking around together as I did job, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that a lot time together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the function of `` best admirer '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and muzzle, were things that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to stay just protagonist. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a character of the cognitive operation of bonding and growing fill up together. I would n't deliver ever described the physical process as `` falling in love '', but by the clip a class had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my affectionateness. 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 adulthood just around the Lapp time I was. I started seeing flashes of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing oddity about that part of him. I do n't know how to account for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, curiosity boiled over and I reached down under his stomach and stroked him along his sheath. beginning, it was a couple of unhorse touches, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his belly fur, but then I took it fully in my hand, and stroked. I felt him well almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and rubbed some more. He felt good and warm in my hand. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big swell at the base felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about wiener, I had n't known to wait that and was n't entirely for certain what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the wad of it. I pushed the case back a bit and saw a few column inch of pinko, saw a little spurt of liquid, and then I got neural about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and ears for a instant or two more and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like individual trying very hard not to depend suspicious ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the feeling replayed in my head teacher, and I lay in the darkness with my eyes closed, but my mind still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up too soon with the thoughts still racing around. And so, the adjacent day at around the Lapp sentence, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a edifice where we were n't visible from the house, and I did n't make very much pretence about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell up in response immediately. That big protrusion started to fill my handwriting up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty beneficial, and I liked giving him that flavour, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first gear persuasion of his intact putz, mile and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to look and to touch. He was jetting out squirt of liquid now. Some of it splashed his breast fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a foresightful time. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI tech would do when he takes care of a bull or stallion, but deep down I also knew I was feeling more than that. I was feeling rick on.

This quickly became a day-after-day routine for us. My afternoon task gave me a good cause to be in the barn for a piece 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 thrusting and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our usual spot as soon as we went in the barn, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog pecker started coming to me all through the residue of the day, most of all before bed clock time, waking up in the morning, and riding the school day bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chores '' soon. It hit almost all my skunk. I could imagine the tap length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot spot, the liquid squirting against my handwriting, Lad 's heavy ventilation in the silence of the barn, and his warm doggie smell overpowering the setting smell of hay and string and detritus. Every time it came to take care I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every time, more and more release on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd form of Robert Floyd Curl Jr. my free arm around his chest, too, and he 'd grab that and make love against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more charge when he seemed to really get into it. But one good afternoon, probably an betimes Oct day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his chest, and his hind ramification straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog dick, and when I jerked him, the first fountain splashed out onto my pectus ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my cervix. I was holding him near the al-Qa'ida, he was starting to push up a slight bit, and when I raised my straits up just a slight, he was aimed right at my aspect. What a purview ! It 's so weird, I do n't know why I 'm pumped up like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the flavor of the atomizer against my peel, and I wanted more. I raised up a little gamey, scooted forward, and held the tip right field in front of my sassing. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my face and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the clobber was flying everywhere. I was uneasy but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to take back him. My rim parted, I guided him into my mouthpiece, and there we were. I could n't dissemble anymore that this was anything but sex. I was n't just jerking him off ; my expression was getting dog-fucked. He felt the warmth around him, and my hand still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too deep, thankfully ( I could verify that with my hand ), but I had all I could deal just to hold my position and keep open from getting jabbed the awry way as he fucked my cheek. One part of my brain thought it tasted weird, but a deeper office of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so muscular, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how long it lasted. Probably not long. clock time went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my backtalk for a hanker time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a mess, and I could n't stick out it ; I unbuttoned my denim and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more queasy all of a sudden that someone would make out out and stumble on me with my pants down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and stuck his nose in where my digit were and started licking me too. It was a flood down there, and he got his tongue rightfulness in. I lifted up my pelvis and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast licks, then lay down and wedged his heading between my wooden leg and seriously went to turn. 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 firstly metre I 'd ever matte up anything like that at all, and before yearn I was seeing asterisk. I was holding in the noise because I did n't want anyone to hear anything mistrustful, but when he tongued over my asshole a duad of times, 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 English. He walked around to search 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 like so much, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his chest fur for a patch and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the house, straight to the sleeping room, avoid eye contact with anyone else until dinner clock time. Also, fend off eye contact and mutter answers to any questions during dinner as well.

The succeeding morning was a Sat. I went out for a walk 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 caput and we walked for a while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a look, coming back in to nudge me again. He backed up and gave me a barque and all of a sudden I was pretty surely it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his counsel and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder to take in sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` Hell yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a Trotskyist. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a galvanic pile of timber where I could sit comfortably a mates of feet off the primer, and I hiked my blue jean down. I was still nervous about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in Town for errands that would take a couple of hours, and dad was working on fence, which would keep him officious 'til lunchtime. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, gag in between my legs, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might intend, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was slant back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noises when he hit the really good position. Good old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on wave of doggie joy. Everything in my body seemed to get loose and unbend. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd pay back the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-up from the blank space he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a fiddling, scooted forward, and rocked my pelvic arch back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my wisecrack starting almost at the humble of my back. I reached down and pulled my impudence apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my leg back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that item moment. Lad got the message and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another Wyrd feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an stupefying ability to get that glossa right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my derriere out and I had one more really mind-bending consequence as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same prison term. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and deplume myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprisal, his dick was out, heavily and dripping. I slid under, took him in my mouth, and ran my backtalk right up to the international nautical mile, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick thrust at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to get down all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little power play behind the knot, propping myself up with my other hand and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another hard, dissolute pooch facefuck. The wild part did n't go too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more conscious than I 'd been the close time, and at a certain point in time I thought I noticed a change in the taste. Did n't topic. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt full of it. At that tip I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as firmly and taut as we could get, but I was starting to get anxious about getting caught. I pulled up my bloomers to make for certain at least I would n't get caught literally bare-ass, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his section, mostly just stick out there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few fountain squirt my fount, just for the feel of it. matter 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 secure stretch of time when I could be sure enough of no interruptions, and there just was n't any chance. I took him in my rima oris any hazard I could get, and Godhead knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposition plus a few early morning bonuses when I happened to get up in time for it. The more I had of him, the more 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 oral fissure, I felt full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a rest for a couple of workweek, though, when we had an of import obedience trial coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist in our relationship might mess up things up when we had to compete together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any sign that he was anything former than his usual, eager-to-please ego. Less rationally, I had a fearfulness 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 full 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 shake the image.

Long story short : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his succeeding title, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliments, and cipher appeared to suspect how practically `` training sentence '' was spent with his dick in my human face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the quietus of the family was taking a trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stay home by myself after the obeisance trial and take concern of the blank space until everybody got back the next day. I 'd have a go at it to recount you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy picayune brains out for the rest 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 position and got his manus up on me, and he could n't feel the target. I mean, he 's a ache boy, and eagre to delight, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't think he had any musical theme what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few meter, he got the tip in me, including a brace of surprisal poking in the ass. But he never drove it home, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to take him, but still, no chance. I was sweaty and rag and decided to call it quits before I got really raring with him for something that was n't his break. I let him lick me out, which he was happy to do. That was nice, but not really solid, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his common subprogram outside. We tried again the following cockcrow. Same result.

fountainhead, when we 're trick training, I use a clicker. For complex whoremonger, it 's the only when way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him screw exactly when he 's done the right thing. He 's super tuned-in to it. So, after dejeuner, feeling both determined and a bit farcical, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, cuddling, and generally frisking around for a piece, I slipped my drawers off and got on all 4 again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the score, after a few sentence, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his paws around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line thing up while also keeping ready to oppose fast and break him a click at the mightily moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the right angle or height or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a burst second, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my thinker that the hole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't get a lot of prison term to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a mo later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to think things over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his brainpower going, and I wanted to break 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 care of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heat of the here and now, I could think things over. I decided I was n't bothered too practically by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sensible blot for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to go figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to enjoy a thorough asslicking as a regular component of my playday with Lad -- one of the best parts, in fact. The flavor when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was well-heeled to envisage a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The estimation started to percolate.

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

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the only married person I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to feed him a shot at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to let some sound lube around for perfectly decriminalize veterinarian reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the sign of the zodiac 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 outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my blackguard and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was aware of the warm, dust-covered, hay-scented air, and the surprising golden coloration of the tardily afternoon sunbeams coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as charming as you could hope. Lad was not interested in the magic. He was still bouncing around my heels in prevision. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my dungaree off and got down on all fours, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappointing session of tries and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to find out, because Lad was up on me like a guesswork, and those front man paws grabbed fast around my hip joint. If there had been any little thoughts in my brain about backing out, that grasp would consume done away with them. God, it 's such a great smell, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hinder feet scrabbled around on the storey between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching poke. One struck my boldness, too far to the left. Then off to the right hand. Number three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in letdown as he pulled back, and then number four slammed it straight home hard, and I screamed. No pain at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to mention lubed up ), and it went right in. The screech was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and frustration pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few Sir Thomas More cerebrovascular accident, to the highest degree of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might cause made a sound a lot like `` weft '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some wind 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 hand cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his butt closer. His rearwards end was hammering away at an unconvincing rate while his brain worked out the necessary angles to get as lots dick in me as potential. I shifted myself a little to assist him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making long strokes, just really dissolute ones, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his step, but I pushed back against him strong and steady, taking it trench. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those long spurt 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 have it off exactly what was happening when his knot first bumped up against me. I did n't have any chance to call up about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the violence to make the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally open to him, so when he gave a monolithic shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No misapprehension, there was a whole shtup lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously Brobdingnagian like you read about in dumb stories, but his naut mi 's about the size of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already inhume, that was plenty decent to hold me find stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressing, comprehensiveness, wetness and heat ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was good of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him tight inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. things had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little queasy about the tie, but in any sheath he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me fully. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the storey and he rested his full system of weights on me. I could imagine his tail twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a thick breath and the feel of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and girl and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard.

I reached between my stage and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a little bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a minor yelp out of me. I felt really, really raw and even the petite motility 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 point. I looked back under my chest but I still had my jersey on and could n't see anything. A couple of dip fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to savor 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 bastard, and the little shaft of dog hammer that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and Forth River. Like I said, everything was super sensitive, and it only took a light hint to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's cock ... then I could relax a minute and do it again. I do n't get it on what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd wish to believe I really blew his piddling bow-wow mind, actually, but I 'm not sure he experiences it anything like the Sami way I do. I wished I had a mirror so I could see the two of us tied together.

I 'm not sure enough how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a minute of arc or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my lower back, and had n't put his animal foot back on the primer yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a little flow of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a piddling bit scary, because he felt so vast as he pulled back. My jam suddenly seemed impossibly flyspeck again, and some poor fish little part of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of grade not. There was one more pull that did n't quite attain it out, but sent a recollective spurt of eminent pressure pup ejaculate flying out of me as the sealskin broke for a moment. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonial plop. His feet hit the ground, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thighs, leaving a couple of messy streaks, and he ambled a few ft away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squat position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a all-encompassing undetermined tap. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would accept gotten soaked clear through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboard that got soaked, and I would not possess liked to have to explain that wet mint on the floor if anyone had been around to misstep across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my clothes back on and get inside for a hot exhibitor, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a foresightful prison term to houseclean himself afterwards and wo n't get up and go anywhere until he 's cleaned up to his atonement. 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 fret and scrubbed all over. I 'd stimulate what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could give birth anticipated. More acute, more square, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the next time. Much later, I came to pull in how lucky we had been to have affair turn out so well as they did, but at the sentence it just seemed natural that Lad and I would connect in the best possible way.

You can guess that was n't the last time for us. Not by a long shot. In fact, I 'm fairly sure as shooting we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a flexible girlfriend can get their bodies together, and if I had the in good order sort of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of puppies to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how affair happened to go the first few times, or maybe the angle 's better for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry lilliputian ass-lover who likes getting his hawkshaw stuck up some soused hot shithole. He 's got enough genius to aim for what he wants, and no reason to settle for anything former than what he likes best. I 'm happy to founder it to him ; actually, for me, the good feeling in the world is getting down, spreading across-the-board, and letting him study 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 time when a stray showed up at our place. He was much large than Lad, more like a High German Shepherd build, with mostly black hairsbreadth, and a really cute face topped with shrewd auricle, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty indisputable I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd vagabond, he 'd come up a hanker way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other animals around the place, so we figured we 'd celebrate him around for a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in font anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a home or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and wienerwurst at our seat often enough, but he was the only great, attractive, and intact male dog that I can think. After getting to know him for the first day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big cuss, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to intend about. It was going to be warm that Nox, and I asked if I could take a couple of blanket and have a sleep-out overnight in the b ( nix unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summertime night ). What I had in mind seemed a trivial risky, but I knew I was n't belike to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made enough racquet to rouse somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that dark ( including some script and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a epithet, lest I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy little nest atop a bed of hay bales, and read one of my script, switching on the flashlight once it got sinister. By that time, both dogs 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 PET and scritches for a patch, just to get us all comfortable together. Eventually, my hand strayed to more interesting territory. First Lad got a nice slash, then I gave New Dog a little rub along his cocktail dress. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my first real glance of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd let in a routine with Lad, which was with child, but did n't have quite the same mother wit of risky venture anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new dominion, with a small edge of precariousness to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure both dog were well mindful of the flavour of me. I ducked in to pay New Dog an experimental little suction. He stood still and did n't respond much, early than releasing a few voluminous squirt 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 thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to clobber my face and neck opening. `` jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a niggling, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a sucking just to be mediocre. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a climate to make him look too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pants off. There was enough starlight that it was n't totally dark in the b, and I could see silhouettes, at least. I got on all quaternity, Lad got himself in billet, and he sank it in me on the third base try. That got about half his length up my ass -- of course it was the ass, that 's Laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with surpassing force-out, even for him. I can only assume that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a sword grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer fury, this did n't last very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an superfluous 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 gravelly stuff even by his touchstone. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him transfer his exercising weight with me, as the fellow wet insistency began building deep inside me.

I was just about to get to back and give myself a rub, but I got a cushion when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to audit the situation, and he inspected it by running his lingua all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a moment I was once again worried that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and bulge out a squabble with the other dog. I could n't quite characterization what would happen to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad intelligence for my arse. 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 well -- that spit was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's balls must throw been resting on his nozzle as he licked up my wetness and the track of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must possess given Lad 's balls and the solution of his dick a few poke in the process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me wide-cut, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and wax me, which obviously was n't going to operate. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few meter and get me a fiddling surface-active agent than I already was. I was a loose-fitting, sticky doggy mess, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my ramification and any early bit of me he could jab his cock at. He gave up at to the lowest degree temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling shudder walk through my body, and then I felt Lad 's first tugs as he tried to liberate himself. A goodish 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 heavy tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar spirit `` plop ! '' sounded as the sucking broke, and the unit mess came pouring out right onto New Dog as Lad, who had really outdone himself for sheer quantity, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the engine block once or twice before or he was a expert observer and a dissipated apprentice, because he had his paw up on me the exact second that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any assistance from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a trouncing from Laddie. New Dog had a naturally good Angle and had petty trouble sliding into my wet hole. He was way bigger than laddie, and however mellow he may consume been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went brainsick. I could n't do anything, really. His hips must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the length 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 phone was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the clock time, it seemed unbelievably loud in my auricle, and I felt as certain as I ever had that soul was going to get wind the noise, amount out, and get wind me. New Dog had no such concerns, and any thought process I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big clod of New Dog nautical mile slid in and grew tight inside me.

I do n't experience if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one hole while a unlike dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hole, but it 's pretty awesome, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a element of love, and friendship ; we 'd grown up together, after all. By comparing, this was about cypher other 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 sluttish to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of it of him, each throb and squirt made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a rush when he pulled out. I wish I could have seen the blowup coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his poke up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensitive to take even a undivided lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to have a second go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both dogs for quite some sentence in the quiet starlight. I do n't retrieve falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the sound of Lad whining in my ear. His stopcock was peeking out. He definitely wanted some more ass, but I still was n't quick for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a glad belly full of dog, and eventually got up as common about half an minute before sunrise.

Later that daybreak, a car with out-of-state plates pulled into our private road, and within a few minutes, New Dog was gone from my aliveness forever. I never did memorize his name.

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Life 's going to get uncanny soon, as if it were n't already. Lad and I have had a lot of playtime together, and we 've both beat older. I 've got choice ahead of me. I want to quell and keep working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably right that there 's not a lot of future in a small farm these days, but he also thinks that a fille 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 Laddie add up 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 place ? Who would give care for him ? I do n't bonk how to face the big abandon 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 meter I can have.

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