I was the youngest sibling in a dairy farm family separated by seven years in age from my previous buddy and sister so I was often doing and exploring matter by myself in my free time when I had finished my task. When I was eight and a half years old King came into my sprightliness as a pup to supplant Academy Award who had passed away from old age a few months before. Martin Luther King was your typical farm mongrel, a mixture of gilt retriever, collie and who knows what else we got from the litter of a topical anesthetic farmer. I got to nominate him since it was my job to take in over him and care for him as he adjusted to his new surroundings. I liked the TV show Sky King as a young boy so the name magnate seemed like a practiced fit. He had a tan pelage with albumen hand, nose and chest and also the tip of his posterior was Patrick White with articulated lorry put up ears and dark brownness piercing eyes. We had a lot of fun multiplication growing up together acting and learning new thing as he became a hope and loved Quaker of the category. King was around seventy plus pounds when full moon grown and very warm with beneficial herding and ticker dog skills.

As a teenage I began to play with my cock when I was alone out in the b exploring my budding intimate itch. One day while jacking off I began fingering my prick and enjoyed the maven leading me to enclose other objects in my arsehole. The ripe thing I found to stick in were the worn out rubber teat cup liner from the milk automobile which felt not bad as it slide in to my asshole but after a while even that did not meet the cravings of my asshole. Then one day while in the barn finishing my chores I saw King licking his cock while lying on a straw bale. The sight of his deeply red cock protruding from its furry white sheath sent my imagination into overuse. I could not get the thought of King humping my asshole with his cock out of my caput so several days later when I was sure we were alone in the barn I decided to see if he would get it on me like I was imagining. I stripped naked from the waist down then with just my shirt and kick on I knelt down on all Little Joe on the cementum feed alleyway in the barn calling King over. As he stood by me not knowing what I wanted I gently rubbed his furry case then tried to get him behind me in position to mount me. Still not getting the drift of what I was offering him I tried dusting my butt with a piffling powdered Milk replacer that we used to fertilize the sura to see if he would lick it off and take the clue. I was just about to dedicate up when after a few licks of my butt he jumped up on my fundament his front line leg gripping my hips as he poked my derriere with his bony rooster. This went on for several more times before he finally hit the bullseye and penetrated my asshole for the first time leading to a quickly but satisfying humping by King ending with him licking his cum off my butt while I jacked off. We had three more quick face-off in the feed alley of the barn each lasting just a few transactions with me jacking off while King licked his cum off my wet dickhead and ball sack. King now knew what I wanted when he would see me bare assed on all fours both of us getting what we wanted at to the lowest degree that is what I thought being over confident in my brief experience with dog sex thinking I knew all the risks. It was about three workweek later on a strong ahead of time summer day when my parents and sib went to townspeople to stock up on farm supplies and market as I stayed menage with magnate. I knew they would be gone for several hour so I figured it would be a right clock time to enjoy another humping by King. As we entered the barn the aroma of the fresh herd's grass hay bale drew me to the hay mow at the end of the stable area of the barn. We had just started filling the mow with a few layers of the small rectangular mostly timothy skunk hay bales stacking five layers at a time against the wall of the mow like a stairway then working across the mow floor. I thought this would be a great piazza to enjoy a quick fuck by baron. I had taken a big dump shortly before so I was pretty cleaned out and ready for a quickly fuck as I spread a little butter on my asshole that King liked to lick. I was feeling pretty excited about doing it in the mow having a much delicate surface to kneel on as I knelt down in nominal head of the staircase of bales with my second joint against the layer of bale I bent over to rest my chest on. I was about to phone baron over but he was already behind me and began mounting me without bothering to figure out first. I knew something was different right away because unlike the other clock time when I felt top executive's dick poking me from below it was now poking at my ass from above as my knees had sunk down into the hay Bale. I was totally caught off sentry duty when mogul buried his peter deep and hard into my asshole almost immediately giving me no time to react to his canine instinct. I was trapped with my thighs against the hay bales unable to move away from his thrusting as he buried his hammer to the hilt in me for the first prison term. I was mute founded with shock when I felt the pressure of his swelling knot filling and stretching my rectum to its limits. I did not realize at first the burden moan echoing through mow were from me with every thrust of his cock into me. This was the first meter I ever heard magnate let out a low growling when at first I tried to pluck away from him but quickly realizing we were coupled tightly together his severely knot deep inside my prick. It was like he was telling me your my squawk now be still and take it so I tried to relax and spread my ass wide for him knowing he was truly the master now. Thankfully he stopped humping me after a light while just giving me a quick jab now and then I think just to hear me moan as if pleading for mercifulness being trapped beneath him by his big cock. With King now taking a breathing place from humping me the unspeakable stretching and burning sensation coming my asshole began to pull back giving me some clock time to garner my thoughts on what was happening to me. I started taking long recondite breath and concentrating on the early sense datum flowing into my mind as a way to relax and take my head off of the throbbing pain from being dog fucked. The feel of big businessman 's affectionate gentle fur against my butt and back felt soothing as he stood over me offsetting the pain in the neck of his swollen mile coupling us securely together in sexual intercourse. I noticed the feel of his drool dripping unto my spinal column from his arduous trousering and the beads of sudor now trickling down my shaky legs and arms along with a steady stream of precum flowing from my limp phallus. As I took in another sugared smelling breath of the fresh hay B. B. King began breeding me as I felt his putz nip cryptic inside me followed by the ardent aesthesis of his dog semen flowing ever and ever deep into me. This is when I glanced over at the doorway way to the hay mow to see my parental widowed grannie, who also lived on the farm, watching me getting stuffed by King. She put her hand over her mouth as a way of telling me to be still and quiet and let King finish naturally knowing I would be in a world of hurt if he pulled his hard naut mi out of me. I then nestled my caput back down into the palms of my hands on the hay bales starting to palpate a calming wave of backup wash drawing over me as I began to enjoy the flavour of King shooting his onus of dog semen mysterious inside me and there was zip I could do to stop it. It all came to an end about fifteen arcminute later when I finally felt Kings slub go flabby as it slipped slowly from my supply ship asshole as he stepped slowly away from me knowing his spermatozoon were locked late inside me swimming ever deeper in hunt of an egg. Seeing B. B. King 's fully exposed deep red peter and purpleness veined knot as he walked away to lay down and pick up was an eye opener for gran and me finding it hard to consider what just took place. Standing up afterward my legs were still trembling as I picked up my clothes and walked over to grandma as she closely checked my supply ship hole saying you will be sore but I do not see any price thankfully. Seeing my pecker very shriveled up and dripping she said we better do some oral examination therapy just to build for certain that is ok too as she slipped off her loose gibe house dress revealing her milky egg white bosom and thigh contrasted by her darkly tanned face, arms and legs as she wore no undergarments. She then laid on her back in the mow having me kneel over her promontory with me staring down at her gray haired pussy fully exposed between her branch bent at the knees and spread wide. She then took my phallus into her mouth as I lowered my mouth down to sample her twat in no metre I had forgotten about my sore throbbing cocksucker. After we both came ten minutes later, at least she said she came, we put our apparel back on and my nimble nookie with Martin Luther King was finally over close to an hour later. When the family got back they said I seemed unlike and asked if anything happened I just said nada unusual. I sure was not going to tell them that I spent the afternoon getting bred by King and having unwritten sex with granny !

After surviving the deep knotting from King I swore to myself I would not do that again but a month later in the back cow lea under a full moon I submitted to King again as he knotted my asshole to his broad enjoyment leaving another vast burden of come very recondite inside me only this clip I licked him clean also .