funny remark how things work out. You grow up reading books and faerie taradiddle, watching Walter Elias Disney movies, and you 're pretty sure you 're going to have a summer love affair, to diminish in blissful mutual love with someone iniquity and handsome 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 predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow stream of collie cream leaking out my ass, while I type out my thinking. I 'm not at all dissatisfy 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 work out 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 breast, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My chap is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's sonny boy, or laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any telephone number of other variations. 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 calamitous, a inscrutable glossy disastrous, with a bloodless hell on his chest, a little more white on his os frontale and behind his ears, and a twosome of spotted white sock. We keep that fur decent and clean and silky despite his eldritch ability to receive mud, burrs, and various farmyard spin-off. Right now, he 's busily patroling the terra firma. 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 hr together -- many hours working on obeisance and tricks, and many hours just in each other 's company, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much time together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the function of `` best friend '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and gag, were affair that I would n't do with a rule friend, not if we meant to stay just acquaintance. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a division of the summons of bonding and growing fill up together. I would n't take ever described the process as `` falling in love '', but by the time a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my heart. I missed him and thought of him during the day when I was at schoolhouse, 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 same fourth dimension I was. I started seeing flashgun of garden pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that percentage 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. commencement, it was a couple of light contact, 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 up almost immediately, pulled my manus back, then reached in again and chafe some more. He felt beneficial and warm in my mitt. His derriere started twitching, and the big fop at the understructure felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about dog-iron, I had n't known to await that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the passel of it. I pushed the sheath back a bit and saw a few in of pinko, saw a little spurt of liquid, and then I got aflutter about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and ears for a minute or two more and then walked away, trying not to look leery ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like somebody trying very hard not to look wary ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the feeling replayed in my heading, and I lay in the dark with my oculus closed, but my head still agitated. I did n't get to kip easily, and I woke up early with the thought still racing around. And so, the future day at around the same time, I called him over to take the air with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the house, and I did n't clear very much pretext about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in reply immediately. That big bulge started to fulfil my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty soundly, and I liked giving him that belief, so I kept stroking. The case slipped back, and I got my showtime view of his integral peter, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to look and to bear upon. He was jetting out spurts of liquid state now. Some of it splashed his chest of drawers fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a farsighted meter. I knew I was n't doing anything all that unlike 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 to a greater extent than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a day-after-day routine for us. My afternoon job gave me a good reason to be in the barn 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 procedure and would zip over to our common spot as soon as we went in the barn, and face at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog tool started coming to me all through the rest of the day, most of all before bed time, waking up in the forenoon, and riding the school bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chores '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could imagine the pinkish distance of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot sense of touch, the liquidness squirting against my manus, Lad 's laborious respiration in the quiet of the barn, and his lovesome doggy spirit overpowering the backdrop feel of hay and string and rubble. Every prison term it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every clip, Sir Thomas More and more wrick on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of lock my free arm around his thorax, too, and he 'd catch that and lie with against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more stir when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an too soon October day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his chest, and his hind wooden leg straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog prick, and when I jerked him, the first jet splashed out onto my breast ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to thrust a niggling bit, and when I raised my head up just a lilliputian, he was aimed right at my face. What a purview ! It 's so weird, I do n't fuck why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feeling of the nebuliser against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a picayune higher, scooted forward, and held the tip right in front of my sass. squirt of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my nerve and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was skittish but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to bury him. My sassing parted, I guided him into my mouth, and there we were. I could n't venture 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 mitt still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too recondite, thankfully ( I could moderate that with my hand ), but I had all I could treat just to hold my status and hold open from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One part of my head thought it tasted unearthly, but a deep theatrical role of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so potent, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how foresightful it lasted. Probably not long. metre went sort of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my mouth for a long fourth dimension after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a mess, and I could n't stand it ; I unbuttoned my dungaree and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more anxious all of a sudden that someone would get 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 fingerbreadth were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his lingua right in. I lifted up my rosehip 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 straits between my wooden leg and seriously went to work. 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 kickoff time I 'd ever matte up anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing stars. I was holding in the stochasticity because I did n't desire anyone to hear anything suspicious, but when he tongued over my shit 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 put up, and I rolled away onto my side. He walked around to face 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 wish so often, but tolerates ) and then just buried my nerve in his chest fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the house, straight to the chamber, avoid eye physical contact with anyone else until dinner time. Also, void eye contact and mumble solution to any interrogative sentence during dinner party as well.

The next morning 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 look, coming back in to nudge me again. He backed up and gave me a barque and all of a sudden I was pretty trusted it meant `` comply me '' so I stepped in his focusing and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder to wee-wee surely I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` infernal region yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a trot. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a pile of baseball bat where I could sit comfortably a yoke of feet off the ground, and I hiked my dungaree down. I was still nervous about getting caught in the buff with the dog, but I knew mom was in Town for errands that would take a duet of hours, and dad was working on fencing, which would keep him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my articulatio coxae forward and Lad was right there, gag in between my legs, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might think, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was list back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noises when he hit the really sound spots. sound old Lad figured the secret plan out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy pleasure. Everything in my torso seemed to get loose and unstrain. I remembered the ready ass-lick I 'd incur 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 knees back a little, scud forward, and rocked my pelvic girdle back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my gap starting almost at the pocket-sized of my back. I reached down and pulled my buttock apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my legs back in the air and my ass ranch, but I was mostly yesteryear lovingness about it at that fussy moment. Lad got the message and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his lingua right up in it. Another unearthly feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an stupefying ability to get that clapper right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my tooshie out and I had one more really mind-bending import as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and take out myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his dick was out, arduous and dripping. I slid under, took him in my back talk, and ran my rim right up to the knot, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick thrust at the back of my throat for a bit. I just wanted to bury all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little wring behind the knot, propping myself up with my former mitt and brace as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another hard, tight doggy facefuck. The groundless part did n't last too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more witting than I 'd been the last time, and at a sealed full point I thought I noticed a change in the gustatory sensation. 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 gunpoint I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as operose and tight as we could get, but I was starting to get nervous about getting caught. I pulled up my pants to make sure at least I would n't get caught literally naked as a jaybird, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his character, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jets squirt my face, just for the feeling of it. Things variety 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 quaternion under him, but for quite some meter, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really hungry, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a estimable stretching of prison term when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my mouth any prospect I could get, and noble knows how a great deal collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposit plus a few early dawn bonuses when I happened to get up in metre for it. The more I had of him, the more I wanted. I loved having my side buried in the easygoing fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the olfactory perception of him, and when he jetted into my mouth, I felt good of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a rest for a dyad of weeks, though, when we had an of import obeisance trial coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist in our kinship might mess up thing up when we had to compete together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any signs that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. LE rationally, I had a fright that I would pace into the closed chain with him and suddenly everyone would just know what we had been doing together : `` Oh my god ! She 's absolutely good of dog cum ! It 's practically oozing out of her ! Disqualified ! '' I knew this was totally ridiculous and could not actually bechance, and yet it was still strong to shake the image.

Long storey short : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliments, and nobody appeared to distrust how a good deal `` breeding time '' was spent with his dick in my nerve. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very Sami day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the relaxation of the family was taking a trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stay home by myself after the obedience test and take away fear of the place until everybody got back the next day. I 'd hump to severalise you that we just went out to the b and fucked our glad little brain 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 paws up on me, and he could n't determine the prey. I mean, he 's a smarting boy, and eager to delight, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't recollect he had any idea what the objective really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few metre, he got the tip in me, including a span of surprise poke in the ass. But he never drove it house, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to guide him, but still, no luck. I was sweaty and frustrated and decided to call it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his fault. I let him thrash me out, which he was felicitous to do. That was nice, 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 routine exterior. We tried again the next first light. Same result.

Well, when we 're trick preparation, I use a clicker. For complex joke, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him get laid exactly when he 's done the right thing. He 's passing 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 patsy, 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 logical argument affair up while also keeping prepare to oppose fast and give way him a click at the right moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the right angle or height or whatever would hold it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the golf hole. Within a split up second, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my idea that the hole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't bear a lot of time to swear out that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a arcsecond later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to consider thing over ; I gave him a mouse click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his brain going, and I wanted to develop off on a positive distinction 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 instant, I could imagine things over. I decided I was n't bothered too often by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sensitive spot for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to pop figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to enjoy a thoroughgoing asslicking as a unconstipated part of my playtime with Lad -- one of the well parts, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was well-heeled to imagine 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 things over too, and he was starting to beleaguer me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do satiate together ! '' way. There 's no way to cognise for sure, but I felt pretty sealed that he 'd been working over in his nous what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` work. '' Well, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the only partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to make him a shot at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to let some adept lubricating substance around for perfectly legitimatize veterinary reason, 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, right outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was cognizant of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising aureate colour of the late afternoon sunbeam coming through the spline. It was, honestly, about as magic as you could hope. Lad was not worry in the legerdemain. He was still bouncing around my bounder in prediction. 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 recover out, because Lad was up on me like a guessing, and those front paws grabbed tight around my rose hip. If there had been any minuscule opinion in my head about backing out, that grasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a great feeling, being held closely and just absolutely owned like that. His hinder feet scrabbled around on the storey between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching jabs. One struck my face, too far to the left. Then off to the rightfield. Number three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in dashing hopes as he pulled back, and then issue 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 scream was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and frustration pouring out in one big waiver as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more than accident, nearly of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might get made a sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some wind out of me. Having found the target area, there was no looking back for Laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me tight already, but now those hand cinched around my waistline like smoothing iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his genius worked out the essential angles to get as a good deal dick in me as potential. I shifted myself a little to help him out, and he shoved up a short farther. He was n't making long strokes, just really fast single, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could fit his pace, but I pushed back against him concentrated and steady, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those yearn squirt 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 bang exactly what was happening when his knot first bumped up against me. I did n't stimulate any chance to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force 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 mistake, there was a whole fucking lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in silent stories, but his knot 's about the sizing of a maize, and added to the length he 'd already entomb, that was plenty enough to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt press, fullness, wetness and heat energy ; 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 wet inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. thing had gotten pretty still, at to the lowest degree externally. His metrical foot were still shifting a bit, and he may take been a little nervous about the tie, but in any pillow slip 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 ramification left the trading floor and he rested his good weight on me. I could imagine his hindquarters 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 daughter and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a audio to be heard.

I reached between my legs and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a footling bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small yelp out of me. I felt really, really medium and even the lilliputian moves from him were startlingly acute. I felt myself leak out a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my script, but it was exonerated he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A piddling run ran up to my omphalus. I looked back under my chest but I still had my t-shirt on and could n't see anything. A match of cliff fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty base. 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 irradiation of dog cock that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and Forth River, back and Forth. Like I said, everything was super sore, and it only took a light 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 respectable. I 'd like to conceive I really blew his little 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 surely how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a arcminute or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my get down backbone, and had n't put his feet back on the priming yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd palpate a little current of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a pocket-sized jar, not really painful, but on the boundary line of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My gob suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little share of my brainpower started imagining us cleave forever. But of trend not. There was one more pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long spurt of high pressure puppy germ flying out of me as the sealing wax broke for a second. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more twist from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His foot hit the ground, his dick bounced and bobbled against the interior of my second joint, leaving a dyad of messy streak, and he ambled a few human foot away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting place and my ass let out a watercourse of Laddie-juice like a blanket receptive spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would ingest gotten soaked clean-cut through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboards that got soaked, and I would not have liked to have to explain that wet mess on the storey if anyone had been around to falter 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 training. It turns out that that 's distinctive for him. He always takes a long clip to pick 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 shower and replaying the scene in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy swither and scrubbed all over. I 'd gotten what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could have anticipated. More vivid, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the next time. Much later, I came to gain how lucky we had been to have things turn out so well as they did, but at the clip it just seemed natural that Lad and I would connect in the unspoiled possible way.

You can think that was n't the conclusion meter for us. Not by a retentive pellet. In fact, I 'm somewhat sure enough we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a compromising lady friend can get their bodies together, and if I had the right kind of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of pup to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how thing happened to go the showtime few times, or maybe the angle 's just for him ... I do n't have it away. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his hawkshaw stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reason to root for anything early than what he likes best. I 'm happy to give it to him ; actually, for me, the skilful impression in the populace is getting down, spreading wide, and letting him take whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those hand wrap 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 build, with mostly black hair, and a really cunning face topped with sharp capitulum, 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 strayed, he 'd come a foresightful way. He was favorable and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other animals around the plaza, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a span of twenty-four hours in showcase anyone came looking for him, then try to line up him a base or get him to the shelter. We get wander or abandoned cats and hot dog at our billet often enough, but he was the only large, attractive, and entire male dog that I can remember. After getting to know him for the offset day, I ... well, I was really singular about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big beau, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be tender that night, and I asked if I could take a duo of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( nil unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summertime nights ). What I had in creative thinker seemed a minuscule hazardous, 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 sufficiency racket to rouse someone.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that Nox ( including some al-Qur'an and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a public figure, l I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfortable piffling nuzzle atop a bed of hay Bale, and read one of my record book, switching on the torch once it got nighttime. By that time, both dogs were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't want to await any more. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some dearie and scritches for a while, just to get us all well-heeled together. Eventually, my paw strayed to more interest soil. number 1 Lad got a nice stroke, then I gave New Dog a little rub along his sheath. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my first tangible glimpse of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd gotten in a number with Lad, which was great, but did n't take in quite the like sentiency of adventure anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new dominion, with a little edge of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm for certain both frankfurter were well cognizant of the odor of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental little sucking. He stood still and did n't react much, other than releasing a few ample squirts that splashed against the vertebral 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 conflict, but New Dog was too melt for that kind of matter and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my face and neck opening. `` green-eyed, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a suck just to be just. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a humor to arrive at 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 b, 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 exceptional force, even for him. I can only assume that the mien of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an special little bit of speciality 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 rough in stuff and nonsense even by his measure. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to unwind significantly. I leaned forward and felt him reposition his weight with me, as the associate wet pressure level began building mystifying inside me.

I was just about to reach back and grant myself a rub, but I got a jounce when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to scrutinize the berth, and he inspected it by running his tongue all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a moment I was once again interest that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and take off a squabble with the former 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 bunghole. Thankfully, Lad seemed to be blissed out, and was n't at all bothered about anything else that might be going on around my stake 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 cub was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's ballock must have been resting on his olfactory organ as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my pickle. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the root word of his pecker 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 ride me, which obviously was n't going to do work. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few multiplication and get me a little wetter than I already was. I was a sloppy, sticky doggy pot, with one dog hosing my inside, and one spritzing my legs and any early bit of me he could jab his cock at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his cock in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big riffle shiver walk through my physical structure, and then I felt Lad 's first tugs as he tried to free 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 familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the unhurt messiness 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 block once or twice before or he was a good observer and a fast apprentice, because he had his hand up on me the accurate 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 sound angle and had fiddling trouble sliding into my wet yap. He was way bigger than lad, and however mellow he may stimulate been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went unbalanced. I could n't do anything, really. His pelvis must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the distance of the diagonal 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 loudly in my pinna, and I felt as certain as I ever had that person was going to hear the dissonance, 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 fuddled inside me.

I do n't recognize if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one hole while a dissimilar dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hole, but it 's pretty amazing, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this fourth dimension. With Lad, there was always a part of love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd grown 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 a lot Lad had shot into me, but it was still well-situated to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size 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 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 sensitive to need even a single lap more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the possibility, was coming over to have a arcsecond go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both Canis familiaris for quite some time in the subdued starlight. I do n't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the audio 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 glad belly fully of dog, and eventually got up as common about half an time of day before sunrise.

Later that morning, a car with out-of-state denture pulled into our driveway, and within a few mo, New Dog was gone from my living forever. I never did learn his name.

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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 bewilder aged. I 've got option ahead of me. I want to stay on and save 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 minuscule farm these days, but he also thinks that a female child ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to prove him improper. I do n't know. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would cub get 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 family ? Who would care for him ? I do n't lie with how to face the big vacuous 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 warm breezy day and even though we just did it a footling while ago, I know he 's outside ready for me again. I can mean about the big questions later. I 'm going to go get my fill of Lad while I can .