Funny how things work out. You grow up reading Bible and fairy tales, watching Disney movies, and you 're pretty sure you 're going to have a summer Romance, to fall in blissful mutual dear with someone nighttime and well-favoured and live happily ever after. nobody tells you it could move around out to be a big, brainy border collie with a weird back-door penchant. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a decelerate watercourse of collie pick leaking out my ass, while I type out my cerebration. 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 dresser, to a sure extent, and it feels more existent if I put my name on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a conciliatory name. Sometimes he 's lad, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any act of other variant. 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 black, a bass shining Negro, with a white hell on his pectus, a little more livid on his frontal bone and behind his capitulum, and a couple of spotted white air sock. We keep that fur nice and clean and silky despite his uncanny ability to get hold mud, burrs, 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 hour together -- many hours working on obeisance and tricks, and many hours 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 practically meter together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just Bond. He slid right into the role of `` upright friend '' 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 convention champion, not if we meant to rest just friends. They were formula things to do with a dog, all a part of the process of bonding and growing close together. I would n't take in ever described the outgrowth as `` falling in love '', but by the sentence a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my marrow. I missed him and sentiment of him during the day when I was at shoal, 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 time I was. I started seeing fanfare of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't make love how to account for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, curiosity boiled over and I reached down under his venter and stroked him along his case. First, it was a mates of light touches, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his paunch fur, but then I took it fully in my hand, and stroked. I felt him puff up 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 al-Qaida felt really interest. 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 mass of it. I pushed the case back a bit and saw a few column inch of pink, saw a small spirt of liquidness, and then I got nervous about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and ears for a second or two more and then walked away, trying not to expect suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like individual trying very hard not to look suspicious ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the flavour replayed in my head, and I lay in the dark with my eyes closed, but my Einstein still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the view still racing around. And so, the adjacent day at around the Saami meter, 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 make-believe about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him tumefy in reception immediately. That big bulge started to take my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that look, so I kept stroking. The cocktail dress slipped back, and I got my beginning sentiment of his entire dick, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed form of OK to look and to extend to. He was jetting out spurts of liquid now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the land. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him spirt for a tenacious prison term. 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 Taurus the Bull or entire, but deep down I also knew I was feeling more than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a daily procedure for us. My afternoon chore gave me a good ground to be in the b for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a hired 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 spot as soon as we went in the barn, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. thought of dog cock started coming to me all through the rest of the day, most of all before bed fourth dimension, waking up in the first light, and riding the school bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chores '' soon. It hit almost all my mother wit. I could conceive of the ping length of it sliding out bright against his venter fur, the hot touch, the liquidity squirting against my hand, Lad 's overweight respiration in the lull of the barn, and his warm doggy smell overpowering the background smell of hay and twine and dust. Every sentence it came to heed I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every time, More and more ferment on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of curl my liberate arm around his breast, too, and he 'd grab that and bed against it. I liked that feel ; it was more commove when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an early October day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my chief up under his breast, and his hind ramification straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog dick, and when I jerked him, the first base squirt splashed out onto my breast ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck opening. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to lunge a little bit, and when I raised my head up just a piddling, he was aimed right at my facial expression. What a view ! It 's so weird, I do n't experience why I 'm wire like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the touch of the nebuliser against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a petty high-pitched, scooted forward, and held the tip right in front of my mouth. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my face and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was nervous but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow him. My lips parted, I guided him into my mouth, and there we were. I could n't affect 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 al-Qaeda, and he humped like mad, not too deep, thankfully ( I could verify that with my deal ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my post and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One part of my mastermind thought it tasted eldritch, but a deeper office of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how retentive it lasted. Probably not long. Time went kind 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 stand 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 flighty all of a sudden that someone would come 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 perplex his nose in where my digit were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his knife 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 biff, then lay down and wedged his mind between my branch and seriously went to make. 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 number 1 time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before tenacious I was seeing star. I was holding in the disturbance because I did n't need anyone to discover anything leery, but when he tongued over my SOB a couple of times, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't assist it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand, and I rolled away onto my face. He walked around to look 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 of drawers fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't like so practically, but tolerates ) and then just buried my facial expression in his chest fur for a patch and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : dungaree zipped up, back to the house, straight to the sleeping room, avoid eye contact lens with anyone else until dinner time. Also, avoid eye contact and maunder answers to any questions during dinner party as well.

The adjacent forenoon was a Sabbatum. 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 while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a face, coming back in to nudge me again. He backed up and gave me a bark and all of a sudden I was pretty sure it meant `` adopt me '' so I stepped in his direction and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his berm to make sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` snake pit yeah, cub, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a jog. We dashed in the b, I went over to a agglomerate of lumber where I could sit comfortably a span of feet off the ground, and I hiked my jeans down. I was still queasy about getting caught stark naked with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would take a pair of hr, and dad was working on fence, which would keep him fussy 'til lunchtime. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my legs, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might guess, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was angle back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noises when he hit the really effective blot. Good old Lad figured the biz out and soon I was drifting away on wave of doggy pleasure. Everything in my consistence seemed to get loose and decompress. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-of-pace ball from the situation he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a piddling, scud forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog lingua ran up my gap starting almost at the small of my back. I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my stage back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that item consequence. Lad got the message and tongued across my son of a bitch, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another uncanny feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing ability to get that spit right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one more really mind-blowing minute as he went particularly recondite, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and draw myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprisal, his shaft was out, heavily and dripping. I slid under, took him in my mouth, and ran my back talk right up to the nautical mile, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick poke at the spine of my throat for a consequence. I just wanted to swallow all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little hug 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 firmly, fast pooch facefuck. The wild constituent 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 last time, and at a certain point I thought I noticed a modification in the gustatory perception. 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 firmly and cockeyed as we could get, but I was starting to get skittish about getting caught. I pulled up my pants to make for sure at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally stark naked, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just endure there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jets squirt my cheek, just for the feeling of it. affair kind of slowly wound down ; I gave him some ducky and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all fours under him, but for quite some prison term, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really hungry, but I was skittish, too. I wanted a thoroughly stretch of time when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any chance. I took him in my mouth any chance I could get, and lord knows how a great deal collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous everyday deposit plus a few early dawn bonuses when I happened to get up in time for it. The more than I had of him, the Sir Thomas More I wanted. I loved having my face buried in the flaccid 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 period for a couple of weeks, though, when we had an important obedience tryout coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist in our relationship might mess up things up when we had to vie together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any preindication that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. LE rationally, I had a fear that I would abuse into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just eff 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 intemperately to shake up the image.

Long story short-change : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliment, and cypher appeared to surmise how lots `` breeding prison term '' was spent with his pecker in my boldness. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an excellent chance as the rest of the menage was taking a trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stay plate by myself after the obedience trial and take care of the place until everybody got back the adjacent day. I 'd eff to enjoin you that we just went out to the b and fucked our happy piddling 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 paw up on me, and he could n't find the fair game. I mean, he 's a smart boy, and tidal bore 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 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 house, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to conduct him, but still, no luck. I was sweaty and frustrated and decided to ring it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his flaw. I let him work out me out, which he was happy to do. That was prissy, but not really satisfying, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual modus operandi outside. We tried again the future morning. Same result.

Well, when we 're trick breeding, I use a clicker. For complex trick, it 's the solely 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 luncheon, 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 patch, I slipped my pants off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a mouse click when he hit the mark, after a few times, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his paws around me and take off humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line things up while also keeping ready to react fast and feed him a click at the right-hand moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to determine the right angle or altitude or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hollow. Within a disunited secondment, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the yap he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of meter to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a minute later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to think things over ; I gave him a dog for it. And that, I decided was plenty for now. For Lad, two chink was enough to get his brain 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 moment, I could think thing over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the prognosis of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sensitive fleck for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to lead off figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to enjoy a exhaustive asslicking as a regular part of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best division, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to guess a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really skillful indeed. The idea started to percolate.

Lad 's brain had evidently been turning affair over too, and he was starting to pester me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do englut together ! '' way. There 's no way to know for 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 `` figure out. '' Well, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the simply partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't obtuse enough to give him a shooter at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some good lube around for perfectly legitimize 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's breadth 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, correct outside the threshold. 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, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising golden color of the deep afternoon sunbeam coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could go for. Lad was not interest in the magic. He was still bouncing around my heels in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jean off and got down on all fours, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappointing session of endeavor and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to happen out, because Lad was up on me like a injection, and those straw man hand grabbed nasty around my hips. If there had been any fiddling thoughts in my headway about backing out, that hold would stimulate done away with them. God, it 's such a slap-up smell, being held miserly and just absolutely owned like that. His hind animal foot scrabbled around on the trading floor between my pegleg, and I felt the usual, searching poke. One struck my face, too far to the left. Then off to the rightfield. act three hit me 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 number four slammed it straight home arduous, and I screamed. No painfulness at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to bring up lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tenseness and frustration pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more strokes, most of Lad 's generous duration had slid right up into me and I might have made a sound a lot like `` weft '' myself as he hit me so operose it knocked some wind instrument out of me. Having found the target area, there was no looking back for sonny Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me sozzled already, but now those manus cinched around my shank like smoothing iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unbelievable pace while his brainpower worked out the necessary Angle to get as a lot dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a slight to help him out, and he shoved up a niggling farther. He was n't making farsighted strokes, just really fast 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 hard and steady, taking it cryptic. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those retentive 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 knot first bumped up against me. I did n't receive any chance to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to make the determination himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally loose to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No mistake, there was a unhurt piece of ass lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in dumb report, but his nautical mile 's about the size of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already buried, that was plenty adequate to build me find stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure level, voluminosity, wetness and oestrus ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was full of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him stringent 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 uneasy about the tie, but in any case he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me wide-cut. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the story and he rested his wide-cut system of weights on me. I could imagine his tail twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep breathing place 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 phone to be heard.

I reached between my legs and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a little bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a humble yelp out of me. I felt really, really sensible and even the diminutive moves from him were startlingly vivid. I felt myself leak out a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hand, but it was take in he was n't coming all the way out any meter soon. A niggling runnel ran up to my navel. I looked back under my chest but I still had my T-shirt on and could n't see anything. A dyad of drops 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 son of a bitch, and the fiddling shaft of dog cock that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and forth. Like I said, everything was super medium, and it only took a lightsome touch to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's shaft ... then I could relax a minute of arc and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd care to believe I really blew his piffling doggy 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 sure 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 weight on my lower spine, and had n't put his feet back on the reason yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd finger a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small shock, not really unspeakable, but on the boundary line of being just a little bit shivery, because he felt so immense as he pulled back. My muddle suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid footling part of my nous started imagining us gravel forever. But of course not. There was one more pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a foresighted spurt of high 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 understructure hit the ground, his gumshoe bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thighs, leaving a couple of messy streaks, and he ambled a few human foot away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a crouch position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a wide spread out spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked readable through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboards that got soaked, and I would not receive liked to accept to excuse that wet messiness on the storey if anyone had been around to trip-up 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 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 meter 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 begin what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could have anticipated. More intense, more square, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the next sentence. Much later, I came to recognise how lucky we had been to give birth thing turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed natural that Lad and I would tie in in the dependable possible way.

You can guess that was n't the lowest fourth dimension for us. Not by a long gibe. In fact, I 'm pretty sure as shooting we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a flexible female child can get their bodies together, and if I had the right field sort of chromosomes, we 'd take in a lot of puppy to excuse. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussycat all that often in any pillow slip, though. Maybe it 's just because of how matter 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 little ass-lover who likes getting his cock stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough encephalon to aim for what he wants, and no reason to fall for anything other than what he likes considerably. I 'm happy to give it to him ; actually, for me, the skillful impression in the man is getting down, spreading wide, and letting him bring whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those paws 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 bigger than Lad, more like a German Shepherd human body, with mostly black hair, and a really cute human face topped with needlelike ears, standing up tall. He had a red catch, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty certainly I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd drift, he 'd come a long way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the early animals around the position, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a dyad of Clarence Day in suit anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a plate or get him to the protection. We get range or abandoned cats and heel at our place often enough, but he was the only large, attractive, and entire Male dog that I can call back. 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 blighter, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be warm that night, and I asked if I could take a couple of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the b ( nada strange, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer Night ). What I had in mind seemed a little bad, but I knew I was n't in all likelihood to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made enough racket to wake someone.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that night ( including some book 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 picayune snuggle atop a layer of hay Bale, and read one of my Holy Writ, switching on the flashlight once it got dark. By that prison term, both frank were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't need to wait any more. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some favourite and scritches for a while, just to get us all well-off together. Eventually, my manus strayed to more interesting territory. showtime Lad got a nice stroke, then I gave New Dog a petty rub along his cocktail dress. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my for the first time real glimpse of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd amaze in a routine with Lad, which was great, but did n't take quite the Lapplander sense of escapade anymore after the low few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new district, with a small edge of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm indisputable both dogs were well mindful of the olfactory sensation of me. I ducked in to have New Dog an experimental piddling suck. He stood still and did n't reply much, other than releasing a few copious squirts that splashed against the spinal column 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 high for that kind of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to work my font and neck. `` overjealous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a sucking just to be reasonable. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to puddle him wait too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pants off. There was enough starlight that it was n't totally dark in the barn, and I could see silhouettes, at to the lowest degree. 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 duration up my ass -- of course it was the ass, that 's Laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with olympian force, even for him. I can only accept 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 ferocity, this did n't last very long. His naut mi bumped up against me and he simply found an extra little bit of strength somewhere in him and shoved it straight in. I always like the flavour of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was rough poppycock even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him pitch his weight with me, as the familiar wet pressure began building thick inside me.

I was just about to contact back and establish myself a rub, but I got a seismic disturbance when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect the place, 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 worried that he 'd freak out out and try to change state around and originate a bicker with the other dog. I could n't quite exposure what would fall out to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news 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 backwards end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really good -- that clapper was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where lad was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's balls must have been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my golf hole. He almost surely must make given Lad 's balls and the source of his dick a few licks in the process, but if so, Lad did n't respond, he just kept pumping me full, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and climb me, which obviously was n't going to act. He just managed to have a go at it against my second joint a few clip and get me a fiddling wetter than I already was. I was a sloppy, sticky doggy mess, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my legs and any former bit of me he could jab his stopcock at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big wavelet tremor laissez passer through my eubstance, and then I felt Lad 's low gear tugs as he tried to relieve himself. A healthy stream of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the source of it just as Lad gave another hard tug and pulled himself straight out. The old fellow `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the hale kettle of fish 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 estimable commentator and a fast learner, because he had his paws up on me the precise secondment 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 beating from Laddie. New Dog had a naturally expert angle and had little difficulty sliding into my wet gob. He was way bigger than lad, and however mellow he may have been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went crazy. I could n't do anything, really. His pelvis must receive been a blur, and what was really storm 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 sound was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the sentence, it seemed unbelievably flash in my ears, and I felt as certain as I ever had that mortal was going to listen the randomness, come out, and discover 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 tight inside me.

I do n't bed 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 hole, but it 's pretty awe-inspiring, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendship ; we 'd produce up together, after all. By comparison, this was about goose egg 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 well-fixed to suppose that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of him, each pounding and pip-squeak made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a kick when he pulled out. I wish I could receive seen the gush 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 tender to take even a unity lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to have a minute go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both firedog for quite some sentence in the quiet starlight. I do n't call back 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 happy belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an time of day before sunrise.

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

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liveliness '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 ride out 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 succeeding in a small farm these days, but he also thinks that a missy ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to prove him wrong. I do n't recognize. Maybe I 'll go away and contemplate Ag, but would cub fall 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 abode ? Who would care for him ? I do n't know how to confront the big empty outer space that 'd he 'd leave in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the metre I can have.

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