Funny how things work out. You grow up reading books and fairy tales, watching Disney moving picture, and you 're middling sure you 're going to consume a summer love story, to settle in blissful mutual love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could release out to be a big, brainy edge collie with a weird back-door penchant. 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 thoughts. 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 figure 's irrelevant, and you 'll figure 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 chest, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my epithet on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's Laddie, or Laddie Boy, sonny Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any bit of early sport. He responds to all of them. He 's not a prominent dog by any means, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly black, a inscrutable glossy black, with a white hell on his chest, a little more ashen on his forehead and behind his ears, and a duet of patched white windsock. We keep that fur decent and clean and silky despite his uncanny ability to find mud, Burr, and various farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the evidence. 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 obedience 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 sentence together, working together, playing together, and touching each former, you just bond. He slid right into the character of `` honorable friend '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and muzzle, were affair that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to stay just champion. They were normal thing to do with a dog, all a role of the process of bonding and growing closing together. I would n't have ever described the process as `` falling in making 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 affectionateness. I missed him and view 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 matureness just around the same meter I was. I started seeing ostentation of pink under his belly every once in a spell, and I felt some growing curio about that part of him. I do n't know how to describe for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, wonder boiled over and I reached down under his belly and stroked him along his sheath. kickoff, it was a couple of luminousness touches, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his belly fur, but then I took it fully in my mitt, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my paw back, then reached in again and fret some more. He felt honorable and warm in my bridge player. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big fashion plate at the base felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about firedog, I had n't known to expect that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my bridge player around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the case back a bit and saw a few in of pink, saw a piddling jet of liquid, and then I got spooky 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 depend suspect ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like person trying very hard not to look suspicious ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the feeling replayed in my fountainhead, and I lay in the dark with my eyes closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up betimes with the mentation still racing around. And so, the future day at around the like time, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the house, and I did n't make up much dissembling about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him well up in answer immediately. That big bulge started to sate my manus up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first off view of his entire prick, knot and all. It looked unusual to me, but it was a persona of Lad, so it seemed form of OK to look and to partake. He was jetting out spurt of liquidity now. Some of it splashed his bureau fur, and some of it went on the footing. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a retentive meter. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI tech would do when he takes forethought of a Taurus the Bull or stallion, but deep down I also knew I was feeling More than that. I was feeling flex on.

This quickly became a daily routine for us. My afternoon chores gave me a good cause to be in the barn for a spell every day, and so every day Lad would get a hired man job. I got used to how he liked to be touched, and was rewarded with more enthusiastic thrusting and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our usual daub as soon as we went in the barn, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. persuasion of dog cock started coming to me all through the repose of the day, most of all before bed time, waking up in the morning time, and riding the school bus menage, when I knew I 'd be doing `` task '' soon. It hit almost all my pot. I could suppose the garden pink length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot touch, the liquid squirting against my manus, Lad 's heavy ventilation in the quiet of the barn, and his lovesome doggy olfactory property overpowering the background aroma of hay and twine and debris. 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 breast, too, and he 'd snap up that and bonk against it. I liked that smell ; it was more energize when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an ahead of time Oct day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his bureau, and his hind wooden leg straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog dick, and when I jerked him, the start blue jet splashed out onto my thorax ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my cervix. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to throw a niggling bit, and when I raised my head up just a little, he was aimed right at my side. 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 opinion of the sprayer against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a niggling higher, scooted forward, and held the tip right in front of my mouth. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my human face and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the clobber was flying everywhere. I was nervous but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow up 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 fondness around him, and my deal still around the stand, and he humped like mad, not too cryptic, thankfully ( I could command that with my paw ), but I had all I could care just to contain my post and proceed from getting jabbed the incorrectly way as he fucked my face. One persona of my brain thought it tasted weird, but a deeper parting of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how prospicient 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 fourth dimension after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a deal, 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 nervous all of a sudden that someone would come out and trip up on me with my knickers down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and stuck his nose in where my digit were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his natural language 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 salt lick, then lay down and wedged his psyche between my stage and seriously went to forge. 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 initiative time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before retentive I was seeing stars. I was holding in the noises because I did n't want anyone to hear anything wary, but when he tongued over my arse a couplet of multiplication, 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 side. He walked around to bet 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 bureau fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't like so much, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his chest fur for a piece and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : denim zipped up, back to the theater, straight to the bedroom, avoid eye contact with anyone else until dinner time. Also, avoid eye contact and mumble answers to any interrogative sentence during dinner as well.

The succeeding 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 brain and we walked for a while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a look, coming back in to nudge me again. He backed up and gave me a barque and all of a sudden I was pretty sure it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his direction and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his berm to fix sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the b, I knew what was up. I said, `` Hell yeah, sonny boy, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a jog. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a big bucks of lumber where I could sit comfortably a mates of feet off the footing, and I hiked my jeans down. I was still nervous about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would take a couple of 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 stage, pinna back, licking ... not frantically, like you might intend, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was angle back and enjoy and let out some encouraging dissonance when he hit the really trade good spots. dear old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on wafture of doggie pleasure. Everything in my body seemed to get loose and relaxed. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd flummox the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-of-pace from the places he 'd been licking so I pulled my human knee back a minuscule, scud forward, and rocked my articulatio coxae back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my crack starting almost at the small of my vertebral column. I reached down and pulled my cheek apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my stage back in the air and my ass facing pages, but I was mostly by lovingness about it at that particular moment. Lad got the subject matter and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his glossa right up in it. Another weird feeling, but I wanted to restrain going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an amaze ability to get that lingua right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one Thomas More really mind-blowing second as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and pull myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his peter was out, hard and dripping. I slid under, took him in my mouthpiece, and ran my back talk right up to the knot, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog cock jab at the back of my pharynx for a import. I just wanted to withdraw all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little credit crunch 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 concentrated, fast barker facefuck. The wild part did n't live on 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 change in the tasting. 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 heavy and tight as we could get, but I was starting to get flighty about getting caught. I pulled up my gasp to take in surely at least I would n't get caught literally naked as a jaybird, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just support there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jet squirt my font, just for the tactile sensation of it. affair kind of slowly wound down ; I gave him some positron emission tomography and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all tetrad under him, but for quite some fourth dimension, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really athirst, but I was aflutter, too. I wanted a good stretch of time when I could be sure as shooting of no gap, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my mouth any probability I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous day-to-day deposit plus a few early sunup incentive when I happened to get up in sentence for it. The to a greater extent I had of him, the more I wanted. I loved having my face buried in the balmy fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my mouth, I felt entire of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a rest for a couple of weeks, though, when we had an important respect trial coming up. I was, not without rationality, worried that this new twist in our relationship might mess things up when we had to contend together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any planetary house that he was anything other than his common, eager-to-please self. Less rationally, I had a reverence that I would maltreat into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just know what we had been doing together : `` Oh my god ! She 's absolutely full of dog cum ! It 's practically oozing out of her ! Disqualified ! '' I knew this was totally preposterous and could not actually bechance, and yet it was still hard to excite the image.

Long write up little : We totally aced the visitation, and he earned his succeeding title, which we 'd been working on for a long prison term. We got many compliments, and nobody appeared to suspect how much `` training meter '' was spent with his dick in my face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an fantabulous opportunity as the rest of the family was taking a stumble to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stay menage by myself after the obeisance tryout and take care of the berth until everybody got back the next day. I 'd love to severalize you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our felicitous fiddling brain out for the repose 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 find the aim. I mean, he 's a smart boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that placement. I just do n't think he had any approximation what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few sentence, he got the tip in me, including a couple of surprisal jabs in the ass. But he never drove it home, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to guide him, but still, no chance. I was sweaty and bilk and decided to holler it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his faulting. I let him work me out, which he was happy 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 number exterior. We tried again the future break of the day. Same result.

Well, when we 're trick training, I use a clicker. For building complex conjuring trick, it 's the lone way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him know exactly when he 's done the right affair. He 's ace 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, kissing, and generally frisking around for a piece, I slipped my pants off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a pawl when he hit the mark, after a few multiplication, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, well-chosen to put his paws around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to melodic line things up while also keeping quick to react fast and give him a click at the proper consequence. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to bump the redress angle or height or whatever would fix it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the cakehole. Within a fragmented arcsecond, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my brain that the cakehole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't get a lot of time to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a bit later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any meter to think things over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his brain going, and I wanted to break off on a positively charged 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 high temperature of the here and now, I could reckon matter over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the vista 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 start figuring out what felt squeamish, and I had come to relish a thorough asslicking as a regular part of my playday with Lad -- one of the best persona, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to imagine a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The mind started to percolate.

Lad 's brainpower had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to pester me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do stuff together ! '' way. There 's no way to know for sure, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his genius what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` sour. '' fountainhead, 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 give him a stab at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to let some good lube around for perfectly legitimate veterinary reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the theater and got my -- well, there 's no finespun 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 on outside the doorway. 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, moth-eaten, Dennstaedtia punctilobula air, and the surprising golden color of the late afternoon sunbeam coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magic as you could hope. Lad was not interested in the legerdemain. 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 quartet, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappointing session of attempt and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to find out, because Lad was up on me like a shooting, and those look paws grabbed pixilated around my hip joint. If there had been any little persuasion in my head about backing out, that grasp would receive done away with them. God, it 's such a not bad feeling, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hinder feet scrabbled around on the trading floor between my leg, and I felt the usual, searching poking. One struck my nerve, too far to the left field. Then off to the right wing. Number three hit me second power in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in disappointment as he pulled back, and then number four slammed it straight home concentrated, and I screamed. No pain at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to name lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprisal and, mainly, all the pent up tension and defeat pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more strokes, well-nigh of Lad 's generous distance had slid right up into me and I might give made a sound a lot like `` pick '' 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 waist like Fe, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his brain worked out the necessity angles to get as very much putz in me as potential. I shifted myself a minuscule to help him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making long strokes, just really fast 1, 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 deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those prospicient spirt 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 general anatomy well enough to love exactly what was happening when his air mile first bumped up against me. I did n't have 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 exposed to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No misapprehension, there was a whole screw lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in slow stories, but his knot 's about the size of a gamboge, and added to the length he 'd already buried, that was plenty enough to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, voluminosity, wetness and heat ; 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 tight inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. thing had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little nervous about the tie, but in any grammatical 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 floor and he rested his full free weight on me. I could imagine his fag end twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep hint and the feeling of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and miss and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard.

I reached between my leg and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a petty bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small yip out of me. I felt really, really spiritualist and even the tiniest moves from him were startlingly acute. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hand, but it was discharge he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A little rivulet ran up to my navel. I looked back under my chest but I still had my jersey on and could n't see anything. A couple of drop-off fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to taste 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 asshole, and the slight barb 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 tender, and it only took a light speck to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's dick ... then I could relax a second and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was ripe. I 'd like to believe I really blew his little doggie 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 trusted 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 unit on my depressed back, and had n't put his foundation back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a little watercourse of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a pocket-sized shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so vast as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupefied little character of my brainpower started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one More twist that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long spurt of gamey pressure puppy cum flying out of me as the sealing wax broke for a import. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His feet hit the solid ground, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my second joint, leaving a dyad of messy bar, and he ambled a few feet away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting placement and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a wide afford tap. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked vindicated through. I did n't, though, so it was the floor board that got soaked, and I would not have liked to have to explain that wet slew 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 apparel back on and get inside for a hot exhibitioner, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's distinctive for him. He always takes a long fourth dimension to 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 shower and replaying the conniption in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy sweat and scrubbed all over. I 'd set about what I 'd wished for, and it had been More than I ever could have anticipated. More intense, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't waitress for the side by side time. Much later, I came to realize how lucky we had been to have things turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed natural that Lad and I would connect in the best potential way.

You can pretend that was n't the concluding prison term for us. Not by a long shaft. In fact, I 'm moderately sure enough we 've coupled up just about every way a smart horny dog and a whippy missy can get their organic structure together, and if I had the right kind of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of puppy to explicate. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any event, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first few sentence, or maybe the angle 's intimately for him ... I do n't bang. I think he 's fundamentally just a furred little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reason to settle for anything other than what he likes comfortably. I 'm happy to open it to him ; actually, for me, the best feeling in the populace is getting down, spreading wide of the mark, and letting him read 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 meter when a stray showed up at our lieu. He was much bad than Lad, more like a High German Shepherd build, with mostly black pilus, and a really precious typeface topped with sharp ears, standing up tall. He had a red dog collar, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty sure I knew all the weenie nearby. If he 'd strayed, he 'd come a long way. He was well-disposed and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the early animals around the place, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a couple of years in case anyone came looking for him, then try to regain him a home or get him to the shelter. We get tramp or abandoned cat-o'-nine-tails and dogs at our lieu often enough, but he was the entirely large, attractive, and intact manful dog that I can think of. After getting to eff him for the 1st day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll say you. He was a big buster, he had a magnetized personality, and there was a lot there to cerebrate about. It was going to be ardent that night, and I asked if I could lead a couple of mantle and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( nothing strange, I do it often enough, especially on hot summertime nights ). What I had in head seemed a little bad, but I knew I was n't likely to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made enough racket to wake individual.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that dark ( including some rule book and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly taboo from giving him a name, 50 I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy small nest atop a stratum of hay bales, and read one of my Christian Bible, switching on the flashlight once it got dark. By that sentence, both dogs were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't desire to wait any more. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some favorite and scritches for a while, just to get us all well-off together. Eventually, my deal strayed to more worry territory. First Lad got a nice stroke, then I gave New Dog a little rub along his case. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my first real glimpse of New Dog 's hawkshaw, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd set about in a turn with Lad, which was great, but did n't have quite the Saami sentience of escapade anymore after the first few fourth dimension. This, once again, felt like exploring new territory, with a small edge of incertitude to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm surely both dogs were well aware of the smell of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an data-based little suck. He stood still and did n't react much, other than releasing a few copious squirt that splashed against the back of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly interest about getting caught in the center of a dog fight, but New Dog was too high for that sort of affair and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my face and neck. `` envious, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few accident and a suck just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to make him expect too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pant 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 four-spot, Lad got himself in status, and he sank it in me on the third try. That got about half his duration up my ass -- of form it was the ass, that 's lad for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with exceptional power, even for him. I can only bear that the presence of the early 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 survive very long. His knot 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 belief of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was rough poppycock even by his measure. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to slow down significantly. I leaned forward and felt him shift his weight with me, as the familiar wet pressure began building thick inside me.

I was just about to reach back and collapse myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect the situation, and he inspected it by running his natural language all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a moment I was once again worried that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and start a niggle with the early dog. I could n't quite picture what would chance to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news program 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 back end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really proficient -- that tongue was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where Laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's clod must receive been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the lead of Laddie-cum leaking out of my trap. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the solution of his dick a few lap in the outgrowth, but if so, Lad did n't oppose, he just kept pumping me wide, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and mount me, which obviously was n't going to turn. He just managed to have it off against my thigh a few meter and get me a little surface-active agent than I already was. I was a muddy, sticky doggy mess, with one dog hosing my inside, and one spritzing my legs and any other bit of me he could jab his hammer at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling shudder pass through my body, and then I felt Lad 's first tugboat as he tried to release himself. A salubrious flow of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the source of it just as Lad gave another punishing 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 block once or twice before or he was a good commentator and a tight scholar, because he had his paws up on me the exact secondly that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any aid from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a beating from laddie. New Dog had a naturally good slant and had little trouble sliding into my wet hole. He was way bigger than laddie, 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 hips must birth been a fuzz, and what was really surprising was the length of the apoplexy 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 time, it seemed unbelievably trashy in my auricle, and I felt as sealed as I ever had that someone was going to try the stochasticity, come out, and discover me. New Dog had no such vexation, and any intellection I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big clod of New Dog mi slid in and grew tight inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one gob while a different dog 's cum is still dripping out of another maw, but it 's pretty awful, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a component part of love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd grow up together, after all. By comparing, this was about nil former than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly own known how often Lad had shot into me, but it was still well-off 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 flush when he pulled out. I wish I could feature seen the ebullition coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his nose up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensitive to take even a exclusive biff more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to have got a bit go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both dogs for quite some time in the serenity starlight. I do n't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the speech sound of Lad whining in my ear. His turncock 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 well-chosen belly total of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an time of day before sunrise.

Later that morning, a car with out-of-state plateful pulled into our drive, and within a few minutes, New Dog was gone from my animation forever. I never did con 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 perplex older. I 've got pick ahead of me. I want to stay and keep back working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably decently that there 's not a lot of future tense in a little farm these daylight, but he also thinks that a miss ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to shew him wrongly. I do n't know. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would Laddie occur 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 house ? Who would care for him ? I do n't bang how to look the big abandon 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 clip I can have.

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