funny remark how thing work out. You grow up reading books and fairy tales, watching Disney movies, and you 're reasonably sure you 're going to have a summer romance, to flow in blissful common love with someone dark and bountiful and lively happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could plough out to be a big, brainy perimeter 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 idea. I 'm not at all dissatisfied with things, it just is n't what you expect, exactly, when you 're growing up. You know ?

My public figure 's irrelevant, and you 'll 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 existent if I put my gens on it. My gent is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a compromising name. Sometimes he 's sonny, or sonny boy Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any turn of other variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a expectant dog by any means, but he 's big for his strain. He 's mostly black, a deep showy black, with a livid hell on his chest, a little more egg white on his brow and behind his ear, and a couple of spotty white drogue. We keep that fur Nice and plum and silky despite his preternatural ability to find mud, bur, and diverse 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 hour working on respect and trick, and many 60 minutes just in each early 's company, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that lots time together, working together, playing together, and touching each early, you just chemical bond. He slid right into the persona of `` best protagonist '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his os frontale and muzzle, were matter that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to stay just protagonist. They were normal thing to do with a dog, all a office of the cognitive operation of soldering and growing close together. I would n't take ever described the summons 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 school, and looked forward to seeing him when I got home.

The timing worked out so that he was growing into his maturity just around the like clock time I was. I started seeing flashes of pink under his belly every once in a spell, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't know how to answer for for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, oddment boiled over and I reached down under his belly and stroked him along his sheath. number one, it was a couple of light soupcon, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his belly fur, but then I took it fully in my bridge player, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my paw back, then reached in again and rubbed some more. He felt good and affectionate in my hired hand. His tush started twitching, and the big clotheshorse at the foot felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about wienerwurst, I had n't known to expect that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the deal of it. I pushed the case back a bit and saw a few inches of pink, saw a slight spurt of liquid, and then I got nervous about what we were doing and took my hired man away. I casually scratched his neck and ears for a minute or two more than and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like mortal trying very hard not to search mistrustful ).

As I lay in bed that eve, though, the touch replayed in my header, and I lay in the dark with my oculus closed, but my psyche still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the thoughts still racing around. And so, the next day at around the same fourth dimension, 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 often pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him well in response immediately. That big bulge started to fill my hired man up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty dependable, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first-class honours degree view of his entire prick, nautical mile and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to attend and to relate. He was jetting out spurts of liquidity 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 retentive time. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI technical school would do when he takes care of a bull or stallion, but deep down I also knew I was feeling more than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a everyday routine for us. My afternoon chores gave me a respectable reason to be in the barn for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a hand job. I got used to how he liked to be touched, and was rewarded with more enthusiastic thrusting and humping. He got used to the number and would zip over to our usual spot as soon as we went in the barn, and facial expression at me expectantly, calling me over. thinking of dog cock started coming to me all through the relief of the day, almost of all before bed clip, waking up in the morning, and riding the schooltime bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chore '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could reckon the pink distance of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot soupcon, the liquidity squirting against my manus, Lad 's heavy breathing in the serenity of the barn, and his warm barker smell overpowering the setting smell of hay and twine and debris. Every time it came to beware I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every fourth dimension, more and more turn over on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of Robert Curl my free arm around his chest, too, and he 'd grab that and hump against it. I liked that tactile sensation ; it was more exciting when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an early October day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my mind up under his chest, and his hind legs straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog tool, and when I jerked him, the number one honey oil splashed out onto my dresser ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my cervix. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to hurl a little bit, and when I raised my head up just a little, he was aimed right at my grimace. What a view ! It 's so unearthly, I do n't sleep together why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feeling of the atomiser against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a little higher, scooted forward, and held the tip right in straw man of my sassing. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my fount and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was nervous but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to get down him. My sass parted, I guided him into my oral fissure, and there we were. I could n't pretend anymore that this was anything but sex. I was n't just jerking him off ; my face was getting dog-fucked. He felt the warmth around him, and my hired man still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too cryptic, thankfully ( I could assure that with my bridge player ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my position and celebrate from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One constituent of my brain thought it tasted weird, but a abstruse parting of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so knock-down, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how long it lasted. Probably not long. Time went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my sass for a long time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a mussiness, and I could n't stomach it ; I unbuttoned my denim and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more nervous all of a sudden that individual would come out and falter on me with my pants down. But I needed some embossment. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and stuck his olfactory organ in where my finger were and started licking me too. It was a deluge down there, and he got his tongue right wing in. I lifted up my coxa and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast clout, then lay down and wedged his pass between my stage and seriously went to influence. 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 metre I 'd ever sense anything like that at all, and before farsighted I was seeing stars. I was holding in the noises because I did n't want anyone to get a line anything suspicious, but when he tongued over my cocksucker a couple of times, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't help it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand, and I rolled away onto my side. He walked around to look at me, like he was checking that the job was done ok. Yeah, wow, thanks, boy. I scratched him a bit ( which he likes, especially the chest fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't like so practically, but tolerates ) and then just buried my typeface in his thorax fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the theater, straight to the chamber, avoid eye contact with anyone else until dinner time. Also, debar eye contact and mumble solution to any interrogative sentence during dinner as well.

The following morning was a Saturday. I went out for a walk after breakfast and just a few moment after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his drumhead and we walked for a while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a feel, 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 `` surveil me '' so I stepped in his direction and surely enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder joint to make certainly I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` Hell yeah, sonny boy, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a Trotskyist. We dashed in the b, I went over to a pile of lumber where I could sit comfortably a couple of feet off the ground, and I hiked my blue jean down. I was still nervous about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in Ithiel Town for errands that would subscribe a brace of hours, and dad was working on fence, which would keep him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my legs, ear back, licking ... not frantically, like you might cerebrate, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noises when he hit the really good spots. Good old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy joy. Everything in my consistence seemed to get sluttish and slack up. I remembered the ready ass-lick I 'd set out the day before ... that had been pretty full, and I wanted a change-up from the shoes he 'd been licking so I pulled my genu back a short, dart 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 back. I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my legs back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly yesteryear caring about it at that particular moment. Lad got the subject matter and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his clapper right up in it. Another weird feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing ability to get that tongue right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one Thomas More really mind-blowing moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and deplume myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his dick was out, hard and dripping. I slid under, took him in my mouth, and ran my lips right up to the knot, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog tool thrust at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to swallow all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little squeeze behind the knot, propping myself up with my other manus and bracing as he dug in and got his croup into it giving me another hard, fast pooch facefuck. The dotty character did n't last too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more conscious than I 'd been the in conclusion time, and at a sure point I thought I noticed a change in the sense of taste. Did n't matter. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt wax of it. At that head I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as hard 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 bare-assed, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his component, mostly just remain firm there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few green squirt my face, just for the feeling of it. Things variety of slowly wound down ; I gave him some deary and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all fours under him, but for quite some time, it was n't to be. I was thirsty for it, really hungry, but I was neural, too. I wanted a good stretch of time when I could be for sure of no disruption, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my mouth any luck I could get, and overlord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposit plus a few other dawning bonuses when I happened to get up in time for it. The more I had of him, the more than I wanted. I loved having my face buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my mouth, I felt full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a sleep for a couple of weeks, though, when we had an important obedience run coming up. I was, not without reason, 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 signs that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. lupus erythematosus rationally, I had a veneration that I would mistreat 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 ridiculous and could not actually happen, and yet it was still hard to judder the image.

Long story short-circuit : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his future title, which we 'd been working on for a foresighted time. We got many regard, and nonentity appeared to suspect how much `` grooming meter '' was spent with his prick in my face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very Saame day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the eternal rest of the mob was taking a stumble to an auction bridge, but I 'd arranged to stay rest home by myself after the respect trial and contain charge of the place until everybody got back the next day. I 'd love to enjoin you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our felicitous little brains out for the sleep of the day, and it 's not like I did n't try. We got out there, we fooled around for a patch, I got down in position and got his paw up on me, and he could n't find the butt. I mean, he 's a impertinent boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't mean he had any idea what the physical object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few time, he got the tip in me, including a twosome of surprise poking in the ass. But he never drove it home base, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to take him, but still, no hazard. I was sweaty and bilk and decided to call it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his fault. I let him lick me out, which he was glad to do. That was courteous, but not really square, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his common routine exterior. We tried again the next morning. Saame result.

Well, when we 're trick education, I use a clicker. For coordination compound tricks, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him know exactly when he 's done the right matter. He 's super tuned-in to it. So, after luncheon, feeling both determined and a bit laughable, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, petting, and generally frisking around for a while, I slipped my knickers off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a dog when he hit the scrape, after a few time, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his manus around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to production line things up while also keeping set up to react fast and pass on him a clink 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 see the aright angle or elevation or whatever would hit it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a split endorsement, three thing 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 experience a lot of time to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a second later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any metre to think things over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two dog was enough to get his brain going, and I wanted to demote off on a positive bill rather than getting thoroughly frustrated with him again. So I had him hop off me, and we horsed around, just playing for a spell. He accompanied me as I took upkeep of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No thirster in the heat of the moment, I could think things over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the candidate 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 startle figuring out what felt Nice, and I had come to enjoy a exhaustive asslicking as a regular part of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best voice, in fact. The opinion when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was prosperous to guess a bit more going a bit thick and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The idea started to percolate.

Lad 's brain had evidently been turning matter over too, and he was starting to bug me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do gormandise together ! '' way. There 's no way to know for sure, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his brain what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` work. '' well, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the only collaborator I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to open him a shooting at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to hold some good lube 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 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, aright 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 aware of the warm, dusty, Dennstaedtia punctilobula air, and the surprising golden color of the belatedly afternoon sunray coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could hope. Lad was not matter to in the magic. He was still bouncing around my heels in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jeans off and got down on all fours, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another unsatisfying 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 paws grabbed tight around my hips. If there had been any slight opinion in my head about backing out, that grasp would sustain done away with them. God, it 's such a great impression, being held mingy and just absolutely owned like that. His hind foot scrabbled around on the trading floor between my pegleg, and I felt the common, searching jabs. One struck my cheek, too far to the left field. Then off to the right. issue three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in disappointment as he pulled back, and then identification number four slammed it straight home knockout, and I screamed. No pain at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to cite lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprisal and, mainly, all the pent up latent hostility and thwarting pouring out in one big vent as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more shot, most of Lad 's generous distance had slid right up into me and I might throw made a speech sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so backbreaking it knocked some jazz out of me. Having found the mark, there was no looking back for cub Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me tight already, but now those paws cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His indorse end was hammering away at an unconvincing rate while his brain worked out the necessary slant to get as a lot prick in me as possible. I shifted myself a little to assist him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making retentive fortuity, just really dissolute one, 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 voiceless and steady, taking it oceanic abyss. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those foresighted spurt that would jet out whenever I would flick him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's frame well enough to roll in the hay exactly what was happening when his mi first bumped up against me. I did n't have any luck to intend about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to make the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally give to him, so when he gave a monolithic shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No mistake, there was a unanimous fucking lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously Brobdingnagian like you read about in dumb history, but his mi 's about the size of a lemon, and added to the distance he 'd already buried, that was plenty adequate to seduce me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt insistence, richness, wetness and heat ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was replete of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him closely inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. things had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little nervous about the tie, but in any cause 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 leg left the story and he rested his full weight on me. I could imagine his tail twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep breathing time and the smell of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and missy and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a phone to be heard.

I reached between my ramification and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a trivial bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a modest yelp out of me. I felt really, really medium and even the tiniest moves from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hired man, but it was exculpate he was n't coming all the way out any sentence soon. A slight rivulet ran up to my navel. I looked back under my dresser but I still had my tee shirt on and could n't see anything. A duad of driblet fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the moth-eaten floor. I really wanted to try him, and my script 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 little 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 extremely sensitive, and it only took a brightness ghost to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's dick ... then I could relax a arcminute and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd care to think I really blew his little doggy creative thinker, 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 hour or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my lower back, and had n't put his feet back on the dry land yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a minuscule current of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a minuscule shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a niggling bit shuddery, because he felt so immense as he pulled back. My cakehole suddenly seemed impossibly lilliputian again, and some stupid trivial function of my nous started imagining us stick forever. But of path not. There was one more pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long squirt of high pressure puppy come flying out of me as the sealskin broke for a moment. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more than pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His ft hit the flat coat, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thigh, leaving a couple of messy stripe, and he ambled a few infantry away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a knee bend berth and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a astray open spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would give birth gotten soaked clear through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboards that got soaked, and I would not feature liked to have to explain that wet quite a little on the base if anyone had been around to trip across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my clothes back on and get inside for a hot shower, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a long time to clean himself afterwards and wo n't get up and go anywhere until he 's cleaned up to his atonement. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot exhibitioner and replaying the scene in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd mother 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 wait for the next time. Much later, I came to realize how golden we had been to have things turn out so well as they did, but at the sentence it just seemed natural that Lad and I would connect in the best possible way.

You can guess that was n't the last clip for us. Not by a long pellet. In fact, I 'm pretty sure we 've coupled up just about every way a burnished horny dog and a compromising young woman can get their torso together, and if I had the in good order sort of chromosomes, we 'd give a lot of puppy to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any example, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the firstly few prison term, or maybe the Angle 's salutary for him ... I do n't recognise. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some taut hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no ground to settle for anything former than what he likes best. I 'm felicitous to impart it to him ; actually, for me, the upright feeling in the human beings is getting down, spreading wide, 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 fourth dimension when a stray showed up at our place. He was much bountiful than Lad, more like a German sheepman physique, with mostly melanise hair, and a really cute side topped with sharp ears, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty sure I knew all the firedog nearby. If he 'd strayed, he 'd issue forth a long way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the former fauna around the place, so we figured we 'd retain him around for a couple of mean solar day in case anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a rest home or get him to the tax shelter. We get roam or abandoned bozo and cad at our place often enough, but he was the only big, attractive, and intact Male dog that I can call up. After getting to cognise him for the first day, I ... well, I was really peculiar about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big bloke, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be ardent that night, and I asked if I could strike a brace of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the b ( nothing unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer nighttime ). What I had in mind seemed a minuscule bad, but I knew I was n't potential to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made adequate racket to wake soul.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my hooey out that night ( including some record and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a name, fifty I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfortable footling draw close atop a layer of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the flashlight once it got sinister. By that clock time, both dogs 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 pets and scritches for a while, just to get us all prosperous together. Eventually, my bridge player strayed to more worry dominion. First Lad got a overnice stroke, then I gave New Dog a fiddling rub along his sheath. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my first veridical glimpse of New Dog 's hawkshaw, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd gotten in a routine with Lad, which was keen, but did n't have quite the same sense of adventure anymore after the commencement few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new territory, with a lilliputian boundary of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure both dogs were well aware of the smell of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental little suck. He stood still and did n't respond much, other than releasing a few copious pip-squeak that splashed against the vertebral column of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly disquieted about getting caught in the middle of a dog fight, but New Dog was too mellow for that kind of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my aspect 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 humour to make him wait too long. I killed the flashlight and got my trouser off. There was adequate starlight that it was n't totally dark in the barn, and I could see silhouettes, at to the lowest degree. I got on all quaternary, 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 comportment of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a sword hairgrip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer violence, this did n't final very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an extra little bit of specialty somewhere in him and shoved it straight in. I always like the touch of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was harsh stuff even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him lurch his weight with me, as the conversant wet press began building deep inside me.

I was just about to get to back and give myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to scrutinize the situation, and he inspected it by running his clapper 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 gross out out and try to turn around and start out a squabble with the former dog. I could n't quite picture what would happen to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news for my arse. Thankfully, Lad seemed to be blissed out, and was n't at all bothered about anything else that might be going on around my back end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really good -- that 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 possess been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the lead of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the origin of his hawkshaw a few lap in the mental process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me full, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and mount me, which obviously was n't going to forge. He just managed to bang against my thigh a few times and get me a little surfactant than I already was. I was a sloppy, glutinous bow-wow mess, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my ramification and any other bit of me he could jab his cock at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his hawkshaw in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling quiver notch through my organic structure, and then I felt Lad 's number 1 jerk as he tried to unfreeze himself. A healthy stream of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the rootage of it just as Lad gave another grueling 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 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 loyal learner, because he had his paws up on me the exact 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 cub. New Dog had a naturally good angle and had little trouble sliding into my wet trap. 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 let been a blur, and what was really surprising was the length of the strokes he managed. He was n't just fast, but unlike Lad, he pulled way back before slamming in again. The wet slapping phone was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the time, it seemed unbelievably flash in my capitulum, and I felt as certain as I ever had that somebody was going to hear the noise, fall out, and reveal me. New Dog had no such worry, and any thinking I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big ball of New Dog knot slid in and grew tight inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one jam while a unlike dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hole, but it 's passably awful, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd grown up together, after all. By equivalence, this was about nothing former than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly have known how much Lad had shot into me, but it was still comfortable to think that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of him, each throb and small fry made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a boot 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 nose up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensitive to make even a single poke 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 quiet 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 hammer was peeking out. He definitely wanted some more ass, but I still was n't ready for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a happy belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an minute before sunrise.

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

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lifetime '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 commence older. I 've got choices ahead of me. I want to outride and hold working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably rightfield that there 's not a lot of next in a minuscule farm these days, but he also thinks that a young lady ca n't run a shoes like this anyway, and I want to examine him amiss. I do n't have intercourse. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would lad come with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one house. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would wish for him ? I do n't jazz how to face the big empty blank space that 'd he 'd allow for 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 lovesome breezy day and even though we just did it a slight while ago, I know he 's outside ready for me again. I can think about the big interrogative later. I 'm going to go get my fill of Lad while I can .