good story how things work out. You grow up reading books and fairy narrative, watching Disney moving picture, and you 're moderately sure you 're going to have a summer romance, to accrue in blissful mutual making love with somebody dark and handsome and live happily ever after. cypher tells you it could rick out to be a big, smart as a whip border collie with a weird back-door penchant. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow watercourse of collie ointment leaking out my ass, while I type out my sentiment. 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 public figure 's irrelevant, and you 'll count on I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to shape things out, or get them off my chest of drawers, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's laddie, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a great dog by any means, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly black, a deep slick Negro, with a white blaze on his chest, a little more white on his forehead and behind his ears, and a dyad of spotty whiteness wind sleeve. We keep that fur nice and clean and silky despite his unearthly ability to find mud, bur, and various farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the grounds. 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 hours together -- many hours working on obedience and tricks, and many hours just in each other 's caller, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much fourth dimension together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the role of `` best friend '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his brow and muzzle, were things that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to stick just friends. They were convention things to do with a dog, all a character of the physical process of bonding and growing close down together. I would n't have ever described the physical process as `` falling in lovemaking '', but by the time a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big office in my heart. 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 just around the same fourth dimension I was. I started seeing newsbreak of pink under his belly every once in a patch, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't know how to describe 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 cocktail dress. First, it was a couple of light-headed trace, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his abdomen fur, but then I took it fully in my deal, and stroked. I felt him tumesce almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and fray some more. He felt good and warm in my bridge player. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big sheik at the base felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about dogs, I had n't known to expect that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the quite a little of it. I pushed the sheath back a bit and saw a few inches of pink, saw a petty spurt of liquidness, and then I got queasy about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and ear for a minute of arc or two to a greater extent and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like someone trying very hard not to bet wary ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the tactual sensation replayed in my foreland, and I lay in the dark with my optic closed, but my Einstein still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the mentation still racing around. And so, the following day at around the same metre, I called him over to take the air with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the house, and I did n't make much simulation about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in response immediately. That big bulge started to fulfil my paw up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that touch, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first view of his entire cock, burl and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a component of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to face and to rival. He was jetting out spurts of liquid now. Some of it splashed his breast fur, and some of it went on the solid ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him spurt for a long meter. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI technical school 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 turned on.

This quickly became a day by day function for us. My good afternoon task gave me a good reason to be in the barn for a while 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 common pip as soon as we went in the b, and spirit at me expectantly, calling me over. view of dog cock started coming to me all through the rest of the day, most of all before bed prison term, waking up in the morning, and riding the schoolhouse bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` job '' soon. It hit almost all my weed. I could imagine the pinkish length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot speck, the liquid state squirting against my hand, Lad 's heavy breathing in the tranquillity of the barn, and his strong doggy smell overpowering the backdrop smell of hay and twine and dust. Every time it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every time, More and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd sort of curl my free arm around his chest, too, and he 'd grab that and hump against it. I liked that opinion ; it was more charge up when he seemed to really get into it. But one good afternoon, probably an former October day, I decided to lie down and skid underneath him. With my head up under his chest, and his hind pegleg straddling my shank, I was looking straight up at dog pecker, and when I jerked him, the kickoff spirt splashed out onto my breast ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to hurtle a little bit, and when I raised my head up just a little, he was aimed right at my boldness. What a view ! It 's so weird, I do n't know why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feel of the spray against my cutis, and I wanted more. I raised up a petty higher, scooted forward, and held the tip right field in straw man of my rima oris. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my face and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the hooey was flying everywhere. I was unquiet but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to withdraw him. My lips 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 warmth around him, and my hand still around the floor, and he humped like mad, not too deep, thankfully ( I could operate that with my helping hand ), but I had all I could wield just to hold my position and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my case. One part of my brain thought it tasted eldritch, but a bass persona of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so sinewy, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how farseeing it lasted. Probably not long. Time went form of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my mouth for a long time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a heap, and I could n't stomach it ; I unbuttoned my blue jean and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more skittish all of a sudden that mortal would come out and stumble on me with my pants down. But I needed some stand-in. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and amaze his nose in where my fingers were and started licking me too. It was a swampland down there, and he got his tongue right 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 head between my branch and seriously went to mould. 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 first time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing superstar. I was holding in the noises because I did n't want anyone to find out anything leery, but when he tongued over my cocksucker a couple 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 position. He walked around to calculate 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 human face in his bureau fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : dungaree zipped up, back to the house, straight to the sleeping accommodation, avoid eye tangency with anyone else until dinner time. Also, deflect eye contact and mumble answers to any motion during dinner as well.

The next dawn was a Saturday. 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 head and we walked for a spell quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a flavor, coming back in to poke at me again. He backed up and gave me a bark and all of a sudden I was pretty sure as shooting it meant `` fall out me '' so I stepped in his centering and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder to make indisputable I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the b, I knew what was up. I said, `` hellhole yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a pony. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a mint of lumber where I could sit comfortably a couple of feet off the solid ground, and I hiked my denim down. I was still neural about getting caught in the altogether with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would take a distich of hours, and dad was working on fencing, which would keep him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my pelvic girdle forward and Lad was right there, gag in between my legs, ear back, licking ... not frantically, like you might think, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy and let out some encouraging randomness when he hit the really full speckle. safe old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on waves of barker pleasure. Everything in my physical structure seemed to get on the loose and loose. 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 knee back a trivial, scooted forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my crack starting almost at the lowly of my back. I reached down and pulled my face apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my peg back in the air and my ass cattle ranch, but I was mostly past caring about it at that item moment. Lad got the message and tongued across my bunghole, then pushed his knife right up in it. Another Weird feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonish ability to get that glossa right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my arse out and I had one more really mind-bending import as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the Lapplander sentence. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and overstretch myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his hawkshaw was out, hard and dripping. I slid under, took him in my mouth, and ran my sassing right up to the naut mi, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick jabbing at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to swallow all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little power play behind the mi, propping myself up with my early hand and brace as he dug in and got his seat into it giving me another hard, fast doggy facefuck. The wild part did n't survive too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more witting than I 'd been the finish 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-the-moon of it. At that point I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as hard and closely as we could get, but I was starting to get skittish about getting caught. I pulled up my pants to create sure at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally bare-assed, 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 face, just for the feeling 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 quaternity under him, but for quite some metre, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really hungry, but I was aflutter, too. I wanted a good stretch of time when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my sass any chance I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposit plus a few former morn fillip when I happened to get up in time for it. The Sir Thomas More I had of him, the More I wanted. I loved having my cheek buried in the easygoing fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my mouth, I felt full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a rest for a couple of hebdomad, though, when we had an important respect trial coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist in our relationship 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 ego. Less rationally, I had a fear that I would abuse into the annulus with him and suddenly everyone would just have sex 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 report unretentive : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his adjacent title, which we 'd been working on for a long sentence. We got many compliments, and nobody appeared to suspect how much `` training time '' was spent with his dick in my face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very Lapp day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the residue of the category was taking a head trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stay dwelling house by myself after the obedience visitation and take care of the plaza until everybody got back the next day. I 'd roll in the hay to tell you that we just went out to the b and fucked our well-chosen small psyche out for the eternal 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 military position and got his paws up on me, and he could n't encounter the objective. I mean, he 's a smarting boy, and eager to delight, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that attitude. I just do n't think he had any idea what the physical object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few times, he got the tip in me, including a couple of surprise dig in the ass. But he never drove it rest home, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to head him, but still, no circumstances. I was sweaty and spoil and decided to cry it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his flaw. I let him lick me out, which he was happy to do. That was courteous, but not really substantial, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the repose of the evening, while he busied himself with his common routine outside. We tried again the following dawning. Sami result.

Well, when we 're trick preparation, I use a clicker. For building complex illusion, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him roll in the hay exactly when he 's done the mighty thing. He 's super 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, petting, and generally frisking around for a spell, I slipped my pants off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the bull's eye, after a few times, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his hand around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to business things up while also keeping ready to react fast and give him a chink at the right present moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to obtain the right Angle or height or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a break open irregular, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the fix he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of prison term to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a irregular later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any sentence to recollect 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 brain going, and I wanted to founder off on a irrefutable 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 attention of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heating of the mo, I could think things over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly spiritualist spot for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to start figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to bask a thoroughgoing asslicking as a veritable voice of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best parts, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was sluttish to imagine a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really prissy indeed. The mind started to percolate.

Lad 's encephalon had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to tease me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do block together ! '' way. There 's no way to cognise for sure enough, 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 `` forge. '' wellspring, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the only if partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't silent enough to give him a slam at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to let some right lube around for perfectly legitimatise veterinary reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the house 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, decently outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heel and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was mindful of the warm, dusty, boulder fern air, and the surprising golden colour of the recently afternoon sunbeams coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could go for. Lad was not interested in the magic. He was still bouncing around my heels in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my denim off and got down on all quatern, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another dissatisfactory academic session of try and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to bump out, because Lad was up on me like a dead reckoning, and those nominal head paws grabbed besotted around my hip. If there had been any trivial thoughts in my head about backing out, that grasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a bully smell, being held loaded and just absolutely owned like that. His hinder feet scrabbled around on the base between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching jabs. One struck my impertinence, too far to the left. Then off to the right. telephone number three hit me public square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an in. I grunted in disappointment as he pulled back, and then act four slammed it straight home backbreaking, and I screamed. No pain at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to note lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and frustration pouring out in one big liberation as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more strokes, to the highest degree of Lad 's generous distance had slid right up into me and I might receive made a sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so severely it knocked some wind out of me. Having found the fair game, there was no looking back for sonny Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me compressed already, but now those manus cinched around my waist like atomic number 26, and he got his hindquarters closer. His rear end was hammering away at an unbelievable pace while his brain worked out the necessary angles to get as much dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a short to help oneself him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making yearn strokes, just really fasting I, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his pace, but I pushed back against him hard and steady, taking it bass. 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 do it exactly what was happening when his mi first bumped up against me. I did n't have any fortune to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the forcefulness to earn 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 completely roll in the hay lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously vast like you read about in dumb taradiddle, but his burl 's about the size of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already sink, that was plenty enough to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, fullness, wetness and heat ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was full moon 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. affair had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His base were still shifting a bit, and he may sustain been a little nervous about the tie, but in any eccentric 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 floor and he rested his full weightiness on me. I could opine his tail twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep breathing space and the smell 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 legs and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a piddling bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small yelp out of me. I felt really, really sensitive and even the bantam moves from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak 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 picayune rivulet ran up to my umbilicus. I looked back under my chest but I still had my t-shirt on and could n't see anything. A couple of drops fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to sample 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 prick, and the little shaft of dog peter that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and Forth. Like I said, everything was super sensitive, and it only took a dismount touch 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 know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd wish to trust I really blew his picayune doggy idea, actually, but I 'm not sure enough he experiences it anything like the Saame 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 minute or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his free weight on my lowly back, and had n't put his substructure back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a piddling stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small-scale jolt, not really atrocious, but on the borderline of being just a little bit shivery, because he felt so Brobdingnagian as he pulled back. My pickle suddenly seemed impossibly flyspeck again, and some stupid little part of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one to a greater extent pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long spurt of senior high air 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 than pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His infantry hit the solid ground, his cock bounced and bobbled against the inside of my second joint, leaving a couple of messy streaks, and he ambled a few feet away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a wide open tap. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would make gotten soaked clear through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboard that got soaked, and I would not have liked to have to explicate that wet batch 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 exhibitor, leaving Lad in the b, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a long fourth dimension to make clean 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 find what I 'd wished for, and it had been to a greater extent than I ever could have anticipated. More intense, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the next fourth dimension. Much later, I came to realize how golden we had been to take in things turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed cancel that Lad and I would plug in in the in effect potential way.

You can imagine that was n't the final stage time for us. Not by a prospicient shooter. In fact, I 'm somewhat sure we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a compromising fille can get their bodies together, and if I had the decently sort of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of puppies to explain. Kinda gladiola I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any shell, 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 furred short ass-lover who likes getting his shaft stuck up some loaded hot shithole. He 's got enough brainiac to aim for what he wants, and no understanding to settle for anything other than what he likes near. I 'm happy to leave it to him ; actually, for me, the C. H. Best tactile sensation in the world is getting down, spreading astray, and letting him take whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those paw wrap around me, knowing we 'll soon be locked tight.

It 's only ever been me and Lad with the exception of one metre when a stray showed up at our place. He was much bounteous than Lad, more like a German language Shepherd build, with mostly blackened haircloth, and a really cute look topped with needlelike ears, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty sure as shooting I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd stray, he 'd come a retentive way. He was well-disposed and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other animals around the place, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a couple of days in case anyone came looking for him, then try to regain him a home or get him to the tax shelter. We get rove or abandoned khat and weenie at our space often enough, but he was the only with child, attractive, and inviolate male dog that I can commend. After getting to do it him for the first day, I ... well, I was really rummy about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big young man, he had a magnetized personality, and there was a lot there to remember about. It was going to be fond that night, and I asked if I could demand a couple of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( nada strange, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer nights ). What I had in mind seemed a piffling risky, but I knew I was n't likely to be bothered or checked on during the Night unless I turned on a lot of twinkle, or made adequate racket to wake somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that Nox ( including some books and a flashlight ), 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 little nest atop a layer of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the torch once it got dark. By that time, both dogs were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't need to wait any more than. 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 deal strayed to more interesting territory. First Lad got a nice fortuity, then I gave New Dog a footling rub along his sheath. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my commencement real glimpse of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd fix in a routine with Lad, which was great, but did n't ingest quite the same signified of adventure anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new territorial dominion, with a little edge of precariousness to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm certainly both bounder were well aware of the smell of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental petty suck. He stood still and did n't react much, other than releasing a few ample jet that splashed against the vertebral column of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly concern about getting caught in the middle of a dog combat, but New Dog was too mellow for that kind of matter and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my face and neck. `` green-eyed, boy ? '' I laughed a fiddling, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few chance event and a sucking just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to take in him wait too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pants off. There was decent starlight that it was n't totally dark in the barn, and I could see silhouettes, at least. I got on all fours, 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 course it was the ass, that 's Laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with particular force, even for him. I can only assume that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel traction on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His nautical mile bumped up against me and he simply found an spare piffling bit of potency somewhere in him and shoved it straight in. I always like the smell of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was rasping stuff even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to make relaxed significantly. I leaned forward and felt him reposition his weight with me, as the familiar wet force per unit area began building cryptic inside me.

I was just about to reach back and pass myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to scrutinise the site, and he inspected it by running his tongue all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a second I was once again worried that he 'd freak out and try to move around around and start a squabble with the other dog. I could n't quite picture what would happen to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news for my mother fucker. 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 ball must have been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the track of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the root of his dick a few licks in the procedure, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me full, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and climb on me, which obviously was n't going to exploit. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few times and get me a little wetter than I already was. I was a sloppy, embarrassing doggie pile, with one dog hosing my interior, and one spritzing my peg and any other bit of me he could jab his dick at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his gumshoe in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big wavelet quiver bye through my body, and then I felt Lad 's first tugboat as he tried to free himself. A healthy current of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's gun muzzle. He licked upward to the author of it just as Lad gave another hard 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 quantity, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the mental block once or twice before or he was a good observer and a riotous learner, because he had his hand up on me the precise 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 beating from sonny boy. New Dog had a naturally unspoiled Angle and had piffling trouble sliding into my wet hole. He was way bigger than Laddie, and however mellow he may receive been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went screwball. I could n't do anything, really. His rose hip must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the distance 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 sound was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the prison term, it seemed unbelievably loudly in my ears, and I felt as sealed as I ever had that someone was going to hear the racket, hail out, and get a line 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 knot slid in and grew slopped inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one trap while a different dog 's cum is still dripping out of another maw, but it 's pretty awesome, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this metre. With Lad, there was always a element of love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd acquire up together, after all. By comparison, this was about nothing 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 easy to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of him, each throb and spirt made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a upsurge when he pulled out. I wish I could stimulate seen the gush coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his nuzzle up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensitive to hire even a single poke more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to sustain a sec go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both dog for quite some clock time in the repose starlight. I do n't commend falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the sound of Lad whining in my ear. His hammer 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 felicitous belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hour before sunrise.

Later that sunup, a car with out-of-state plates pulled into our driveway, and within a few minutes, New Dog was gone from my life forever. I never did pick up his name.

--

Life '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 aged. I 've got option ahead of me. I want to stay 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 daughter ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to establish him unseasonable. I do n't be intimate. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would cub 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 place ? Who would handle for him ? I do n't jazz how to confront the big empty space that 'd he 'd go away in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the fourth dimension I can have.

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