Funny how things work out. You grow up reading books and faery taradiddle, watching Disney movies, and you 're pretty sure you 're going to make a summertime romanticism, to diminish in blissful mutual love with someone dark and openhanded and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy delimitation 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 idea. 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 name 's irrelevant, and you 'll forecast I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to work affair out, or get them off my chest, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My bloke is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's Laddie, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other version. He responds to all of them. He 's not a large dog by any way, but he 's big for his stock. He 's mostly melanize, a inscrutable glistening dim, with a lily-white blaze on his chest, a little more white on his os frontale and behind his ears, and a match of spotty Patrick Victor Martindale White socks. We keep that fur gracious and cleanse and silky despite his weird ability to find mud, burrs, 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 60 minutes together -- many hours working on obeisance and tricks, and many 60 minutes just in each former 's company, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much time together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the role of `` best friend '' 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 outride just friends. They were pattern things to do with a dog, all a part of the process of bonding and growing close together. I would n't own ever described the process as `` falling in love '', but by the time a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my heart. I missed him and sentiment 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 Same time I was. I started seeing flashes of pink under his belly every once in a piece, and I felt some growing curiosity about that contribution of him. I do n't hump 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. showtime, it was a couple of alight skin senses, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his venter fur, but then I took it fully in my hand, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my handwriting back, then reached in again and itch some more. He felt good and warm in my helping hand. His buttocks started twitching, and the big fop at the fundament felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about cad, I had n't known to expect that and was n't entirely sure as shooting what it was. I wrapped my deal around and felt the multitude of it. I pushed the sheath back a bit and saw a few inch of pinko, saw a fiddling spurt of liquid, and then I got queasy about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his cervix and capitulum for a minute or two more and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like someone trying very hard not to look suspicious ).

As I lay in bed that eventide, though, the feeling replayed in my promontory, and I lay in the iniquity with my center closed, but my brainiac still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up ahead of time 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 bring in a lot dissembling about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in reception immediately. That big jut started to occupy my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty thoroughly, and I liked giving him that flavour, so I kept stroking. The case slipped back, and I got my first view of his intact cock, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to appear and to refer. He was jetting out spurts of liquid state 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 small fry for a long time. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI tech 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 day-to-day routine for us. My afternoon chores gave me a estimable grounds to be in the b for a spell 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 common spot as soon as we went in the barn, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. view of dog hammer started coming to me all through the ease of the day, virtually of all before bed prison term, waking up in the dawning, and riding the school bus base, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chore '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could imagine the pink distance of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot touch, the liquid squirting against my hired hand, Lad 's heavy breathing in the quiet of the barn, and his strong doggy smell overpowering the background knowledge aroma of hay and twine and dust. Every time it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every time, more and more wrench on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of scroll my disengage arm around his chest, too, and he 'd grab that and have it off against it. I liked that tactile sensation ; it was more wind up when he seemed to really get into it. But one good afternoon, probably an early October day, I decided to lie down and slew underneath him. With my head up under his chest, and his hind legs straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog gumshoe, and when I jerked him, the first gear jet splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck opening. I was holding him near the base of operations, he was starting to thrust a petty bit, and when I raised my foreland up just a piffling, he was aimed right at my nerve. What a persuasion ! It 's so weird, I do n't have intercourse why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the touch of the spray against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a little higher, scooted forward, and held the tip right in battlefront of my back talk. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my face and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was spooky but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to get down him. My backtalk parted, I guided him into my rima oris, 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 hand still around the radical, and he humped like mad, not too thick, thankfully ( I could control that with my hand ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my position and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One part of my learning ability thought it tasted unearthly, but a deeper piece of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so hefty, hammering away at me. I 'm not indisputable how long it lasted. Probably not long. metre went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my mouth for a long meter after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a mess, and I could n't stand it ; I unbuttoned my jean 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 mortal would come out and bumble on me with my pant down. But I needed some rest. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and nonplus his nose in where my digit were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his clapper right in. I lifted up my hip and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast poke, then lay down and wedged his head between my peg and seriously went to work. Remember I said he really devotes himself to a job ? I spread myself for him and squirmed around and he licked every bit of me. It was the first time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before retentive I was seeing stars. I was holding in the randomness because I did n't want anyone to get a line anything shady, but when he tongued over my motherfucker a pair 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 tolerate, 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 face in his bureau fur for a piece and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the house, straight to the sleeping accommodation, avoid eye impinging with anyone else until dinner party time. Also, debar eye liaison and mumble solution to any doubt during dinner as well.

The side by side dayspring was a Saturday. I went out for a walk after breakfast and just a few arcminute after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his mind and we walked for a piece 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 sure as shooting it meant `` accompany me '' so I stepped in his direction and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his articulatio humeri to make certain I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` Hell yeah, laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a Trotskyite. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a cumulus of lumber where I could sit comfortably a duet of feet off the basis, 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 fill a duet of hours, and dad was working on fence, which would save him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my pelvic arch forward and Lad was right there, gag in between my wooden leg, auricle back, licking ... not frantically, like you might think, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was angle back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noise when he hit the really beneficial blot. Good old Lad figured the biz out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy pleasure. Everything in my body seemed to get loose and relaxed. I remembered the fast ass-lick I 'd draw the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-up from the places he 'd been licking so I pulled my knee joint back a little, scoot forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my go starting almost at the small of my backbone. I reached down and pulled my cheek apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my legs back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that particular moment. Lad got the message and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another weird touch sensation, but I wanted to hold going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an amaze power to get that natural language right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one more really mind-blowing present moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the like prison term. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and overstretch 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 sassing, and ran my sass right up to the nautical mile, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog tool thrusting at the spinal column 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 hand and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another concentrated, fast doggy facefuck. The untamed portion 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 go time, and at a sure distributor point I thought I noticed a change in the perceptiveness. Did n't affair. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt total 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 pant to construct sure as shooting at least I would n't get caught literally naked as a jaybird, 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 jet-propelled plane squirt my side, just for the impression of it. Things kind 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 fours under him, but for quite some time, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really hungry, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a respectable stretching of meter when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my oral cavity any chance I could get, and noble knows how a lot collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposit plus a few early morning incentive when I happened to get up in time for it. The Sir Thomas More I had of him, the Thomas More I wanted. I loved having my side buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my mouth, I felt replete of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a respite for a couple of calendar week, though, when we had an important obedience test coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new wrench in our relationship might mess matter up when we had to vie together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any polarity that he was anything early than his common, eager-to-please self. LE rationally, I had a fear that I would step into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just acknowledge 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 agitate the image.

Long story short : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his succeeding title, which we 'd been working on for a long clock time. We got many compliments, and nobody appeared to surmise how much `` preparation time '' was spent with his pecker in my aspect. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an splendid opportunity as the rest of the family was taking a trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to outride home plate by myself after the obedience trial and take care of the place until everybody got back the next day. I 'd be intimate to distinguish you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy little brains out for the rest of the day, and it 's not like I did n't try. We got out there, we fooled around for a patch, I got down in position and got his paws up on me, and he could n't find the target. I mean, he 's a smart boy, and eager to delight, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't think he had any idea what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few times, he got the tip in me, including a couple of surprise dig in the ass. But he never drove it family, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to maneuver him, but still, no luck. I was sweaty and frustrated and decided to call it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his fault. I let him lap up me out, which he was happy to do. That was nice, but not really satisfy, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the balance of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual number outside. We tried again the next morning. Same result.

Well, when we 're trick breeding, I use a clicker. For complex tricks, it 's the entirely way I 've found that 's exact enough to let him know exactly when he 's done the right-hand affair. He 's super 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, petting, and generally frisking around for a while, I slipped my gasp off and got on all four-spot again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the sign, after a few times, he 'd get the idea.

He was bore as ever, happy to put his paw around me and pop humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line things up while also keeping ready to respond fast and consecrate him a suction stop at the right-hand moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the right angle or height or whatever would pee it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a split s, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my idea that the hole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of fourth dimension 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 time to think affair over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was plenty for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his brain going, and I wanted to fail off on a positive banker's bill 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 charge of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heat of the moment, I could consider things over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the prognosis 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 gracious, and I had come to enjoy a thoroughgoing asslicking as a veritable component of my playtime with Lad -- one of the near parts, in fact. The opinion when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was comfortable to imagine a bit more going a bit mysterious and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The musical theme started to percolate.

Lad 's mental capacity had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to tease me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do squeeze together ! '' way. There 's no way to have intercourse for trusted, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his mental capacity what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` form. '' well, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the sole mate I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to generate him a shot at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some good lube around for perfectly legitimate veterinary surgeon reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the house and got my -- well, there 's no fragile way to say `` I got my ass all slippery, '' but that 's what I did. Reaching around and getting a finger's breadth in there is just awkward and unsatisfying ; it 's not enough, I wanted more, I wanted Lad, I wanted to get pounded, not fingered.

I stepped outside. Lad was waiting, somewhat impatiently, right outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was mindful of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising aureate color of the late afternoon sunbeams coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could go for. Lad was not interested 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 quatern, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappointing session of tries and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to find out, because Lad was up on me like a shot, and those figurehead paws grabbed tight around my hips. If there had been any little thoughts in my question about backing out, that grasp would experience done away with them. God, it 's such a enceinte touch sensation, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His back pes scrabbled around on the level between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching jabs. One struck my buttock, too far to the left hand. Then off to the right field. Number three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in dashing hopes as he pulled back, and then 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 wow was a mix of surprisal and, mainly, all the pent up latent hostility and frustration pouring out in one big outlet as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more accident, virtually of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might have made a strait a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so firmly it knocked some wind out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for cub Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me slopped already, but now those paw cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unlikely charge per unit while his brain worked out the necessary angle to get as much dick in me as potential. I shifted myself a piddling to serve him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making long chance event, just really libertine I, 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 operose and steady, taking it abstruse. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those long spurts 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 physique well enough to make out exactly what was happening when his Calidris canutus first bumped up against me. I did n't take any chance to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force play to piddle the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally surface to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No error, there was a entirely fucking lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously vast like you read about in slow report, but his knot 's about the sizing of a lemon, and added to the duration he 'd already buried, that was plenty enough to get to me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, voluminosity, wetness and heat ; also, triumph. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was entire of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him blotto inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. affair had gotten pretty still, at to the lowest degree externally. His metrical foot were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little nervous about the tie, but in any case 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 legs left the trading floor and he rested his good weight on me. I could imagine his stern twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a thick hint and the smell 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 phone 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 small yelp out of me. I felt really, really medium and even the midget movement from him were startlingly acute. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hand, but it was clear he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A small rill ran up to my navel. I looked back under my chest but I still had my T-shirt on and could n't see anything. A couple of drops fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty flooring. I really wanted to sample 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 whoreson, and the little barb of dog cock that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and Forth River, back and Forth. Like I said, everything was ace spiritualist, and it only took a light touch to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's cock ... then I could loose a mo and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was honorable. I 'd care to trust I really blew his piddling barker mind, actually, but I 'm not sure he experiences it anything like the Lapplander way I do. I wished I had a mirror so I could see the two of us tied together.

I 'm not sure how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a moment or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my lower book binding, and had n't put his feet back on the priming yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a slight current of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small seismic disturbance, not really unspeakable, but on the borderline of being just a petty bit chilling, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly lilliputian again, and some stupid niggling part of my psyche started imagining us stupefy forever. But of grade not. There was one Thomas More pull that did n't quite bring in it out, but sent a farseeing spurt of high pressure puppy source flying out of me as the seal broke for a moment. The pressure level in me went down perceptibly, then with one More puff from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His feet hit the primer, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thighs, leaving a couple of messy streak, and he ambled a few feet away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a knee bend positioning and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a spacious opened tap. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked clear through. I did n't, though, so it was the floor board that got soaked, and I would not get liked to have to explain that wet quite a little on the floor if anyone had been around to falter across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my wearing apparel back on and get inside for a hot exhibitioner, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his dressing. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a long meter to clean himself afterwards and wo n't get up and go anywhere until he 's cleaned up to his gratification. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot shower bath and replaying the scene in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd bring forth what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could consume anticipated. More vivid, more square, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the future prison term. Much later, I came to realize how favorable we had been to have matter turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed instinctive that Lad and I would connect in the best possible way.

You can pretend that was n't the last prison term for us. Not by a long jibe. In fact, I 'm pretty certain we 've coupled up just about every way a shiny horny dog and a flexible daughter can get their dead body together, and if I had the right form of chromosomes, we 'd get a lot of puppies to explain. Kinda sword lily I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how thing happened to go the offset few times, or maybe the angle 's honest for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry picayune 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 former than what he likes proficient. I 'm happy to apply it to him ; actually, for me, the trump notion in the reality is getting down, spreading across-the-board, and letting him select whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those hand wrap around me, knowing we 'll soon be locked tight.

It 's only ever been me and Lad with the exception of one time when a stray showed up at our place. He was much prominent than Lad, more like a German sheepherder physical body, with mostly black tomentum, and a really cute face topped with acutely spike, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty sure enough I knew all the Canis familiaris nearby. If he 'd swan, he 'd come up a long way. He was favorable and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the former animals around the blank space, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a brace of days in guinea pig anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a home or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and heel at our topographic point often enough, but he was the just large, attractive, and integral manful dog that I can remember. After getting to know him for the number one day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big young man, he had a charismatic personality, and there was a lot there to retrieve about. It was going to be warm that Nox, and I asked if I could remove a duet of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( nothing unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer night ). What I had in mind seemed a little speculative, 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 plenty racquet to arouse mortal.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that night ( including some books and a torch ), and New Dog -- I was expressly prohibited from giving him a name, lest I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfortable niggling nest atop a layer of hay bale, and read one of my volume, switching on the flashlight once it got dark. By that time, both dogs were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't want to expect any to a greater extent. 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 comfy together. Eventually, my manus strayed to more interesting dominion. First Lad got a skillful stroke, then I gave New Dog a minuscule 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 dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd start in a routine with Lad, which was great, but did n't have quite the same sense of adventure anymore after the number 1 few prison term. This, once again, felt like exploring new dominion, with a little edge of uncertainty 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 experimental little suction. He stood still and did n't reply much, former than releasing a few copious squirts that splashed against the backrest of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly occupy about getting caught in the heart of a dog fight, but New Dog was too mellow for that sort of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my face and neck opening. `` Jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a picayune, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few fortuity and a suck just to be bonnie. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to make him hold back too long. I killed the flashlight and got my knickers off. There was decent 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 view, and he sank it in me on the tierce 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 surpassing force-out, even for him. I can only simulate that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an superfluous piddling bit of military capability 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 approximate stuff even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him change over his weight with me, as the familiar wet air pressure began building rich inside me.

I was just about to hand back and hand myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect the billet, and he inspected it by running his tongue all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a here and now I was once again worried that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and depart a squabble with the early dog. I could n't quite characterisation what would happen 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 backward end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really good -- that tongue was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where Laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's ball must have been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must own given Lad 's testicle and the root of his dick a few licks in the 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 run. He just managed to hump against my second joint a few meter and get me a niggling wetter than I already was. I was a sloppy, steamy doggy pickle, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my legs and any other bit of me he could jab his putz at. He gave up at to the lowest degree temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling shudder pass through my physical structure, and then I felt Lad 's outset tugs as he tried to free himself. A healthy stream of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's gun muzzle. He licked upward to the reservoir of it just as Lad gave another hard tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suck broke, and the completely mass 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 undecomposed observer and a fast learner, because he had his paw up on me the accurate second that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any assist from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a beating from sonny. New Dog had a naturally serious angle and had little trouble sliding into my wet muddle. He was way vainglorious than Laddie, and however mellow he may have been in cosmopolitan, once he got himself buried in me, he went sick. I could n't do anything, really. His hips must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the length of the diagonal he managed. He was n't just fast, but unlike Lad, he pulled way back before slamming in again. The wet slapping sound was probably not all that loud in realism, but at the time, it seemed unbelievably tatty in my auricle, and I felt as sure as I ever had that someone was going to hear the noise, derive out, and discover me. New Dog had no such business organization, and any thoughts 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 hole while a dissimilar dog 's cum is still dripping out of another kettle of fish, but it 's moderately awesome, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a component of dearest, and friendship ; we 'd grown up together, after all. By comparing, this was about nothing early 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 easy to envisage 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 rush when he pulled out. I wish I could experience seen the gush coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his poke up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too medium to take even a single salt lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, 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 smooth starlight. I do n't recall falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the audio of Lad whining in my ear. His pecker was peeking out. He definitely wanted some more ass, but I still was n't make for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a happy belly wide-cut of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an minute before sunrise.

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

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aliveness 's going to get weird soon, as if it were n't already. Lad and I have had a lot of playday together, and we 've both gotten older. I 've got choices ahead of me. I want to stay and preserve working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably veracious that there 's not a lot of succeeding in a small farm these days, but he also thinks that a girl ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to prove him wrong. I do n't lie with. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would laddie arrive 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 home ? Who would care for him ? I do n't have sex how to face the big empty space that 'd he 'd will in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the meter I can have.

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