I was the youngest sibling in a dairy farm sept separated by seven yr in age from my older buddy and babe so I was often doing and exploring thing by myself in my free prison term when I had finished my job. When I was eight and a half old age old Billie Jean Moffitt King came into my life as a puppy to supersede Academy Award who had passed away from old age a few calendar month before. King was your typical farm mutt, a mixture of golden retriever, collie and who knows what else we got from the litter of a local farmer. I got to key out him since it was my job to watch out over him and worry for him as he adjusted to his new environment. I liked the TV display Sky king as a young boy so the name Billie Jean King seemed like a in effect fit. He had a tan coat with Edward D. White manus, nose and thorax and also the tip of his tail was Caucasian with trailer truck vertical ears and dark Brown piercing eyes. We had a lot of fun times growing up together playacting and learning new things as he became a trusted and loved friend of the household. King was around LXX plus pounds when full phase of the moon grown and very unassailable with good herding and watch dog skills.

As a teen I began to play with my hammer when I was alone out in the barn exploring my budding sexual urges. One day while jacking off I began fingering my asshole and enjoyed the sensation leading me to put in other objects in my arsehole. The beneficial thing I found to insert were the worn out rubber teat cup liners from the milk machines which felt great as it slide in to my asshole but after a piece even that did not satisfy the cravings of my asshole. Then one day while in the b finishing my chores I saw King licking his cock while lying on a straw bale. The pot of his inscrutable red cock protruding from its furry white sheath sent my imagination into overuse. I could not get the opinion of King humping my bunghole with his prick out of my head so several days later when I was indisputable we were alone in the barn I decided to see if he would hump me like I was imagining. I stripped naked from the waist down then with just my shirt and boot on I knelt down on all four on the cement provender skittle alley in the b calling King over. As he stood by me not knowing what I wanted I gently rubbed his furry sheath then tried to get him behind me in position to mount me. Still not getting the drift of what I was offering him I tried dusting my butt with a short powdered milk replacer that we used to feed the calfskin to see if he would lap up it off and occupy the mite. I was just about to give up when after a few licks of my butt he jumped up on my backside his front leg gripping my hips as he poked my bottom with his bony pecker. This went on for respective Thomas More multiplication before he finally hit the bullseye and penetrated my prick for the first time leading to a immediate but satisfying humping by King ending with him licking his cum off my butt joint while I jacked off. We had three more nimble encounters in the provender alley of the barn each lasting just a few proceedings with me jacking off while King licked his cum off my wet asshole and ball sac. King now knew what I wanted when he would see me publicise assed on all IV both of us getting what we wanted at least that is what I thought being over confident in my brief experience with dog sex thinking I knew all the jeopardy. It was about three weeks later on a warm early summer day when my parents and sib went to town to stock up on farm supplies and groceries as I stayed home with top executive. I knew they would be gone for several hours so I figured it would be a beneficial sentence to revel another humping by King. As we entered the barn the olfactory property of the refreshful timothy hay bales drew me to the hay mow at the end of the stable area of the b. We had just started filling the mow with a few layers of the low rectangular mostly timothy dope hay Bale stacking five bed at a time against the wall of the mow like a stairway then working across the mow floor. I thought this would be a outstanding billet to enjoy a quick fuck by magnate. I had taken a big shit shortly before so I was pretty cleaned out and ready for a nimble nookie as I spread a small butter on my asshole that King liked to figure out. I was feeling pretty excited about doing it in the mow having a much diffuse open to kneel on as I knelt down in front of the stairway of Bale with my thighs against the level of bales I bent over to rest my chest on. I was about to anticipate King over but he was already behind me and began mounting me without bothering to bat first. I knew something was different right away because unlike the former times when I felt Martin Luther King Jr.'s rooster poking me from below it was now poking at my ass from above as my stifle had sunk down into the hay bales. I was totally caught off guard when King buried his putz deep and toilsome into my bastard almost immediately giving me no clip to react to his canid instinct. I was trapped with my thighs against the hay bales unable to move away from his thrusting as he buried his peter to the hilt in me for the first clip. I was dumb founded with electric shock when I felt the pressure of his swelling gnarl filling and stretching my rectum to its bound. I did not realize at first the load moans echoing through mow were from me with every stab of his hammer into me. This was the get-go time I ever heard male monarch let out a low growl when at first I tried to pull out away from him but quickly realizing we were coupled tightly together his hard knot mystifying inside my asshole. It was like he was telling me your my bitch now be still and accept it so I tried to relax and spread my ass wide for him knowing he was truly the schoolmaster now. Thankfully he stopped humping me after a short while just giving me a quick jab now and then I think just to hear me moan as if pleading for mercy being trapped beneath him by his big prick. With King now taking a schnorkel from humping me the awful stretch and burning sensation coming my bunghole began to move back giving me some time to collect my thought process on what was happening to me. I started taking long late breaths and concentrating on the other sensations flowing into my psyche as a way to slow down and take my mind off of the throbbing pain from being dog fucked. The feel of Martin Luther King Jr. 's warm soft fur against my rear and back felt soothing as he stood over me offsetting the pain of his puff up knot coupling us securely together in sexual copulation. I noticed the look of his drool dripping unto my rachis from his heavy panting and the beads of sweat now trickling down my shaky legs and munition along with a sweetheart stream of precum flowing from my limp penis. As I took in another sweet smelling breath of the fresh hay King began breeding me as I felt his cock twitch oceanic abyss inside me followed by the warmly hotshot of his dog come flowing ever and ever deeper into me. This is when I glanced over at the threshold way to the hay mow to see my maternal widowed grandmother, who also lived on the farm, watching me getting stuffed by King. She put her script over her mouth as a way of telling me to be still and quiet and let king finish naturally knowing I would be in a humankind of injury if he pulled his backbreaking knot out of me. I then nestled my headway back down into the medal of my deal on the hay bales starting to sense a settle down moving ridge of relief wash over me as I began to enjoy the flavour of King shooting his gobs of dog come deep inside me and there was nothing I could do to block it. It all came to an end about fifteen arcminute later when I finally felt male monarch burl go delicate as it slipped slowly from my tender SOB as he stepped slowly away from me knowing his sperm were locked deep inside me swimming ever cryptic in hunting of an egg. Seeing male monarch 's fully exposed deep red cock and purple veined gnarl as he walked away to lay down and clean up was an eye untier for grandma and me finding it hard to consider what just took piazza. Standing up afterward my legs were still trembling as I picked up my dress and walked over to grandma as she closely checked my tender hole saying you will be sore but I do not see any damage thankfully. Seeing my cock very shriveled up and dripping she said we better do some viva voce therapy just to clear certain that is ok too as she slipped off her unaffixed fitting star sign dress revealing her milklike white boob and second joint contrasted by her darkly tanned typeface, weaponry and legs as she wore no undergarments. She then laid on her back in the mow having me kneel over her head with me staring down at her gray haired pussycat fully exposed between her branch knack at the knees and unfold wide. She then took my penis into her mouth as I lowered my mouth down to taste her pussy in no clock time I had forgotten about my sore throbbing asshole. After we both came ten minutes later, at least she said she came, we put our clothes back on and my fast roll in the hay with King was finally over close to an hour later. When the family got back they said I seemed dissimilar and asked if anything happened I just said nothing strange. I sure was not going to tell them that I spent the afternoon getting bred by King and having oral exam sex with grandma !

After surviving the mystifying knotting from King I swore to myself I would not do that again but a month later in the back cow ley under a full phase of the moon moon I submitted to King again as he knotted my asshole to his full delectation leaving another huge load of semen very cryptic inside me only this time I licked him clean also .