Funny how matter work out. You grow up reading leger and fairy tales, watching Walter Elias Disney movies, and you 're reasonably sure you 're going to have a summertime romance, to descend in blissful mutual dear with individual dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could wrick out to be a big, brainy moulding collie with a Weird back-door predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow stream of collie pick leaking out my ass, while I type out my thought process. I 'm not at all dissatisfied with affair, it just is n't what you expect, exactly, when you 're growing up. You know ?

My gens '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 exercise things out, or get them off my bureau, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my gens on it. My cuss is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's laddie, or Laddie Boy, sonny boy Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any identification number of early variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a with child dog by any means, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly black, a deep calendered dim, with a Edward Douglas White Jr. blaze on his thorax, a little more white on his os frontale and behind his ears, and a pair of scratchy white socks. We keep that fur courteous and houseclean and silky despite his weird ability to find mud, burr, and various farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the grounds. When he decides he has a job to do, he devotes himself to it very single-mindedly.

I picked Lad out as a pup, and as he grew up, we spent hours together -- many hours working on obedience and tricks, and many hours just in each other 's company, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that often time together, working together, playing together, and touching each former, you just James 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 thing that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to stay just friends. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a part of the process of bonding and growing last together. I would n't have ever described the process as `` falling in love '', but by the time a class had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my affection. 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 like metre I was. I started seeing flashes of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that share of him. I do n't make out how to account 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 sheath. starting time, it was a couple of short touch sensation, 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 almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and rubbed some more. He felt just and ardent in my hand. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big clotheshorse at the nucleotide felt really interest. Even though I knew a lot about dogs, I had n't known to bear that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my deal around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the sheath back a bit and saw a few inches of pink, saw a petty spurt of liquidness, and then I got nervous 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 mistrustful ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like someone trying very hard not to see shady ).

As I lay in bed that even, though, the smell replayed in my head, and I lay in the iniquity with my oculus closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the persuasion still racing around. And so, the future day at around the Lapplander time, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the business firm, and I did n't puddle much pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him tumesce in answer immediately. That big bulge started to take my paw 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 cocktail dress slipped back, and I got my first vista of his full cock, knot and all. It looked unknown to me, but it was a percentage of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to look and to touch. He was jetting out spurts of liquidity now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him jet for a yearn time. I knew I was n't doing anything all that dissimilar 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 Sir Thomas More than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a day-after-day routine for us. My afternoon task gave me a good reason to be in the barn for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a helping hand job. I got used to how he liked to be touched, and was rewarded with more enthusiastic thrust and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our usual spot as soon as we went in the barn, and flavour at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog cock started coming to me all through the balance of the day, nigh of all before bed time, waking up in the sunrise, and riding the school bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chores '' soon. It hit almost all my pot. I could reckon the rap distance of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot touch, the liquid squirting against my bridge player, Lad 's impenetrable ventilation in the serenity of the b, and his warm doggy flavor overpowering the backcloth smell of hay and twine and dust. Every fourth dimension it came to beware I 'd get wrapped up in the fancy and every fourth dimension, more and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd sort of curl my discharge arm around his pectus, too, and he 'd grab that and hump against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more commove when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an former Oct day, I decided to lie down and slew underneath him. With my mind up under his chest, and his hind branch straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog cock, and when I jerked him, the first spirt splashed out onto my pectus ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to thrust a little bit, and when I raised my head up just a little, he was aimed right at my typeface. What a thought ! It 's so weird, I do n't roll in the hay why I 'm pumped-up like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the tactual sensation of the spray against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a fiddling in high spirits, scooted forward, and held the tip rightfulness 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 poppycock 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 back talk, and there we were. I could n't feign anymore that this was anything but sex. I was n't just jerking him off ; my look was getting dog-fucked. He felt the lovingness around him, and my hired man still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too deep, thankfully ( I could control that with my hand ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my position and continue from getting jabbed the haywire way as he fucked my face. One part of my brain thought it tasted weird, but a deeper constituent of me wanted more, and more than, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not indisputable how long it lasted. Probably not long. clock time went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my oral fissure for a long time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a mess, and I could n't remain firm 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 derive out and stumble on me with my trouser down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and pose his olfactory organ in where my fingers were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his glossa right field in. I lifted up my pelvis and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast lick, then lay down and wedged his head between my legs and seriously went to do 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 first time I 'd ever felt up anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing superstar. I was holding in the dissonance because I did n't need anyone to listen anything wary, but when he tongued over my asshole a duet of times, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't help it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand, and I rolled away onto my 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 much, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his breast fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : blue jean zipped up, back to the house, straight to the sleeping accommodation, avoid eye inter-group communication with anyone else until dinner clock time. Also, annul eye contact and mumble answers to any doubt during dinner party as well.

The next break of day 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 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 bark and all of a sudden I was pretty for sure it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his counseling and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his articulatio humeri to make for sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` netherworld yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a trot. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a down of lumber where I could sit comfortably a couplet of feet off the basis, and I hiked my denim down. I was still aflutter about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would shoot a couple of hours, and dad was working on fence, which would keep him engaged '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 think, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was run back and enjoy and let out some boost noises when he hit the really good daub. Good old Lad figured the biz out and soon I was drifting away on waves of barker pleasure. Everything in my torso seemed to get loose and slack. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd suffer the day before ... that had been pretty unspoilt, and I wanted a change-up from the place he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a little, scooted forward, and rocked my hip joint back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my quip starting almost at the low of my back. I reached down and pulled my face apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my leg back in the air and my ass bed covering, but I was mostly past times caring about it at that particular mo. Lad got the subject matter and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his lingua right up in it. Another uncanny feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing power to get that tongue right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my rump out and I had one Sir Thomas More really mind-bending moment as he went particularly deeply, and I pressed myself really hard at the same fourth dimension. 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, intemperately and dripping. I slid under, took him in my sassing, and ran my lips right up to the knot, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick poking at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to swallow all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a trivial squeeze behind the knot, propping myself up with my other mitt and bracing as he dug in and got his fundament into it giving me another surd, fast bow-wow facefuck. The wild 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 clock time, and at a sealed distributor point I thought I noticed a change in the taste. Did n't matter. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt to the full of it. At that point I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as heavily and tight as we could get, but I was starting to get skittish about getting caught. I pulled up my pants to construct sure as shooting at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally peeled, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few K squirt my facial expression, just for the feeling of it. thing form of slowly wound down ; I gave him some PET and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all four-spot under him, but for quite some time, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really athirst, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a good stretch of clip when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my mouth any chance I could get, and Maker knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily repository plus a few early daybreak bonuses when I happened to get up in time for it. The more I had of him, the More I wanted. I loved having my boldness buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the aroma of him, and when he jetted into my sass, I felt wide of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a ease for a yoke of weeks, though, when we had an of import respect run coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist in our family relationship might mess up matter up when we had to contend together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any house that he was anything former than his usual, eager-to-please self. Less rationally, I had a fear that I would step into the halo 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 ridiculous and could not actually happen, and yet it was still heavy to stimulate the image.

Long story dead : We totally aced the run, and he earned his future form of address, which we 'd been working on for a recollective time. We got many wish, and nobody appeared to suspect how very much `` training time '' was spent with his dick in my face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the rest of the family was taking a trip to an auction sale, but I 'd arranged to stay home by myself after the obedience trial run and use up care of the place until everybody got back the next day. I 'd love to severalise you that we just went out to the b and fucked our happy little brains out for the residuum 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 mitt up on me, and he could n't find the target. I mean, he 's a ache boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't think he had any approximation what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few clip, he got the tip in me, including a distich of surprise jabs in the ass. But he never drove it dwelling, 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 error. I let him lick me out, which he was happy to do. That was nice, but not really solid, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual routine outside. We tried again the next morning. Same result.

well, when we 're magic trick training, I use a clicker. For complex tricks, it 's the solely way I 've found that 's exact enough to let him screw exactly when he 's done the rightfield thing. He 's top-notch tuned-in to it. So, after tiffin, feeling both determined and a bit absurd, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, smooching, and generally frisking around for a patch, I slipped my bloomers off and got on all four again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the mark, after a few metre, he 'd get the idea.

He was aegir as ever, happy to put his manus around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to subscriber line things up while also keeping ready to respond fast and pass on him a click at the right instant. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the ripe angle or superlative or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the cakehole. Within a break open second, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the hole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of time to serve 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 clink for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his mental capacity going, and I wanted to relegate off on a positive Federal Reserve 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 fear of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heat of the moment, I could mean affair over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the vista of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sensitive touch for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to begin figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to revel a thorough asslicking as a regular part of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best parts, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to envisage a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really courteous indeed. The estimation started to percolate.

Lad 's brain 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 have it away for sure as shooting, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his brainpower 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 give him a shot at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some near lubricator around for perfectly legitimate 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 fingerbreadth 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, mightily 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, dusty, scented fern air, and the surprising golden people of color of the late afternoon sunbeams coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as charming as you could hope. Lad was not interested in the illusion. He was still bouncing around my cad in expectancy. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jeans off and got down on all quaternion, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappointing seance of tries and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to find out, because Lad was up on me like a shot, and those front man paw grabbed tight around my pelvic arch. If there had been any little sentiment in my pass about backing out, that compass would bear done away with them. God, it 's such a great flavor, being held stiff and just absolutely owned like that. His hind infantry scrabbled around on the flooring between my legs, and I felt the common, searching poking. One struck my impudence, too far to the left hand. Then off to the right. Number three hit me public square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an column inch. I grunted in disappointment as he pulled back, and then number 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 thigh-slapper was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and frustration pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few Sir Thomas More strokes, most of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might consume made a sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some tip out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for cub Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me tight already, but now those paws cinched around my waistline like iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unbelievable pace while his brain worked out the necessary angle to get as much dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a trivial to facilitate him out, and he shoved up a slight farther. He was n't making foresightful cam stroke, just really degenerate 1, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his yard, but I pushed back against him grueling and unfluctuating, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those long spurts that would jet out whenever I would hitch him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's anatomy well enough to sleep together exactly what was happening when his air mile first bumped up against me. I did n't sustain any chance to guess about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force-out to make the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally subject to him, so when he gave a monumental shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No mistake, there was a entirely piece of ass lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in silent stories, but his grayback 's about the sizing of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already buried, that was plenty plenty to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, fullness, wetness and heating ; 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. matter had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His infantry were still shifting a bit, and he may experience been a little skittish about the tie, but in any case he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me replete. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the floor and he rested his broad weight on me. I could imagine his rear end twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a deeply breath and the olfactory property of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and girl and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard.

I reached between my legs and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a little bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a diminished yelp out of me. I felt really, really sensible and even the bantam move from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hand, but it was percipient he was n't coming all the way out any clock time soon. A piffling 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 trading floor. I really wanted to try out 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 fiddling beam of light of dog pecker that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and Forth River, back and forth. Like I said, everything was extremely spiritualist, and it only took a luminance tactile sensation to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's stopcock ... then I could slow down a instant and do it again. I do n't lie with what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd like to believe I really blew his piffling doggie mind, actually, but I 'm not certainly 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 for sure how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a min or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my lower berth back, and had n't put his infantry back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a modest shock, not really terrible, but on the borderline of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little part of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one more pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long spurt of high press pup seed flying out of me as the seal broke for a bit. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one More pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonial plop. His feet hit the ground, his dick bounced and bobbled against the interior of my thighs, leaving a couple of messy streaks, and he ambled a few base away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a wide undefended spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked realise through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboard that got soaked, and I would not get liked to have to explain that wet mess on the floor if anyone had been around to bumble 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 distinctive for him. He always takes a hanker meter 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 cascade and replaying the scene in my resource again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd gotten what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could have anticipated. More intense, more hearty, and all-around better. I already could n't expect for the next time. Much later, I came to realize how lucky we had been to have affair turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed natural that Lad and I would connect in the best possible way.

You can estimate that was n't the last time for us. Not by a long barb. In fact, I 'm jolly sure we 've coupled up just about every way a lustrous horny dog and a flexible young lady can get their organic structure together, and if I had the right kind of chromosomes, we 'd stimulate a lot of pup to explicate. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the snatch all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first few times, or maybe the angle 's in force for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some blotto hot shithole. He 's got enough mentality to aim for what he wants, and no grounds to go under for anything early than what he likes topper. I 'm happy to give it to him ; actually, for me, the best opinion in the creation is getting down, spreading across-the-board, and letting him carry whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those mitt 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 High German shepherd form, with mostly black hair, and a really cunning face topped with sharp ears, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't agnise him, and I was pretty surely I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd strayed, he 'd come a long way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other animate being around the berth, so we figured we 'd go on him around for a couple of 24-hour interval in case anyone came looking for him, then try to witness him a home or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and cad at our place often enough, but he was the sole bombastic, attractive, and intact male person dog that I can remember. After getting to know him for the first day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll secernate you. He was a big fellow, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be warm up that dark, and I asked if I could take a couple of mantle and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( zilch unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer Nox ). What I had in mind seemed a lilliputian risky, but I knew I was n't likely to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of igniter, or made adequate racket to waken somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my material out that dark ( including some books and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly taboo from giving him a gens, l I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfortable small nest atop a layer of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the torch once it got grim. By that time, both domestic dog were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't want to wait any More. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some darling and scritches for a while, just to get us all easy together. Eventually, my manus strayed to more matter to territory. low gear Lad got a nice stroke, then I gave New Dog a short rub along his sheath. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my outset real coup d'oeil of New Dog 's pecker, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd fetch in a routine with Lad, which was great, but did n't possess quite the same sense of adventure anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new territory, with a footling border of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure as shooting both hot dog were well cognizant of the smell of me. I ducked in to collapse New Dog an experimental little suck. He stood still and did n't reply much, other than releasing a few plenteous pip-squeak that splashed against the spine 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 mellow for that sort of matter and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my grimace and neck. `` Jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a suck just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to make him wait too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pants off. There was sufficiency starlight that it was n't totally dark in the barn, and I could see silhouettes, at least. I got on all foursome, Lad got himself in position, and he sank it in me on the third gear try. That got about half his duration up my ass -- of course of action it was the ass, that 's cub for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with prodigious force, even for him. I can only assume that the presence of the early dog had him riled up, because he put a steel grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer fierceness, this did n't end very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an extra piddling bit of strength 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 even by his criterion. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him shift his weightiness with me, as the familiar spirit wet pressure began building late inside me.

I was just about to reach back and give myself a rub, but I got a impact when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect 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 disturbed that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and start a squabble with the other dog. I could n't quite motion picture what would befall 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 back end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really in force -- that lingua was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where Laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's balls must cause been resting on his olfactory organ as he licked up my wetness and the trail of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's clod and the base of his dick a few lick in the mental process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me good, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and ride me, which obviously was n't going to work on. He just managed to hump against my second joint a few times and get me a little wetter than I already was. I was a sloppy, viscous doggy mess, 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 to the lowest degree temporarily on getting his hawkshaw in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big wavelet shiver strait through my body, 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 severely tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the sucking broke, and the whole mess came pouring out right onto New Dog as Lad, who had really outdone himself for sheer measure, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the cylinder block once or twice before or he was a respectable observer and a truehearted learner, because he had his paws up on me the exact instant 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 whipping from Laddie. New Dog had a naturally good angle and had little trouble sliding into my wet hole. He was way bigger than sonny boy, and however mellow he may have been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went sick. I could n't do anything, really. His coxa must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the duration 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 auditory sensation was probably not all that loud in world, but at the clock time, it seemed unbelievably brassy in my auricle, and I felt as sealed as I ever had that individual was going to discover the haphazardness, descend out, and discover me. New Dog had no such worry, and any persuasion I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big formal of New Dog knot slid in and grew squiffy inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one hollow while a different dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hole, but it 's pretty awesome, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this meter. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendship ; we 'd grown up together, after all. By comparability, this was about nothing former than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly consume known how a great deal Lad had shot into me, but it was still easy to conceive of that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of it of him, each pounding and spurt made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a charge when he pulled out. I wish I could have seen the flush coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his nozzle up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensitive to take even a single lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the initiative, was coming over to have a second 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 tranquilize starlight. I do n't remember 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 replete of dog, and eventually got up as common about half an hour before sunrise.

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

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lifetime 's going to get eldritch 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 stay and keep working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably proper that there 's not a lot of future in a minuscule farm these days, but he also thinks that a little girl ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to prove him wrongfulness. I do n't make love. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would Laddie come up with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one family. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would care for him ? I do n't know how to face the big discharge 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 time I can have.

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