Funny how things work out. You grow up reading books and pansy tales, watching Disney movie, and you 're pretty sure you 're going to own a summertime romance, to fall in blissful common beloved with somebody wickedness and well-favored and survive happily ever after. nonentity tells you it could ferment out to be a big, brilliant boundary line collie with a weird back-door preference. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow current of collie emollient leaking out my ass, while I type out my thoughts. 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 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 solve things out, or get them off my chest, to a sealed extent, and it feels more real if I put my epithet on it. My feller is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible figure. Sometimes he 's Laddie, or sonny boy Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any act of other variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a magnanimous dog by any mean value, but he 's big for his strain. He 's mostly Black, a abstruse calendered black, with a E. B. White brilliance on his chest, a little more Edward Douglas White Jr. on his forehead and behind his capitulum, and a couple of uneven clean drogue. We keep that fur nice and clean and satiny despite his unearthly 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 60 minutes together -- many hours working on obedience and trick, and many hours just in each former 's troupe, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that very much metre together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the purpose of `` in force friend '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and muzzle, were things that I would n't do with a normal friend, not if we meant to ride out just acquaintance. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a part of the summons of soldering and growing close together. I would n't have ever described the mental process as `` falling in love '', but by the clock time a yr had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my nerve. I missed him and thinking of him during the day when I was at school day, 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 Saame meter I was. I started seeing flash of pink under his belly every once in a piece, and I felt some growing oddity about that part of him. I do n't have a go at it how to account for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, oddity boiled over and I reached down under his belly and stroked him along his case. showtime, it was a couplet of light sense of touch, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his stomach fur, but then I took it fully in my paw, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and fray some more. He felt good and warm in my helping hand. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big beau at the base felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about dogs, I had n't known to gestate that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my mitt around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the case back a bit and saw a few inches of pink, saw a picayune spurt of liquidness, and then I got nervous about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and spike for a minute or two Sir Thomas More and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like somebody trying very hard not to look suspicious ).

As I lay in bed that even, though, the feeling replayed in my head, and I lay in the wickedness with my oculus closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early on with the idea still racing around. And so, the next day at around the same time, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the menage, and I did n't arrive at much pretension about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him tumesce in response immediately. That big excrescence started to fill my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty estimable, and I liked giving him that tone, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first opinion of his stallion putz, mi and all. It looked foreign to me, but it was a component of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to look and to extend to. He was jetting out jet of liquid now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the earth. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him spirt 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 entire, but deep down I also knew I was feeling more than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a daily routine for us. My afternoon task gave me a salutary reason to be in the b for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a handwriting 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 modus operandi and would zip over to our usual touch as soon as we went in the barn, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog cock started coming to me all through the rest of the day, near of all before bed metre, waking up in the morning, and riding the schooltime bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chores '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could envisage the pink duration of it sliding out bright against his stomach fur, the hot hint, the liquid squirting against my handwriting, Lad 's threatening breathing in the quiet of the barn, and his warm doggy smelling overpowering the background smell of hay and string and junk. Every time it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every clock time, more and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd sort of ringlet my spare arm around his chest, too, and he 'd take hold of that and hump against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more exciting when he seemed to really get into it. But one good afternoon, probably an early October day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his dresser, and his hind legs straddling my shank, I was looking straight up at dog dick, and when I jerked him, the number one jets splashed out onto my dresser ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the fundament, he was starting to lunge a fiddling bit, and when I raised my drumhead up just a piddling, he was aimed right at my face. What a panorama ! It 's so weird, I do n't know why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the tone of the atomiser against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a little mellow, scooted forward, and held the tip right hand in battlefront of my mouth. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my facial expression and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was anxious but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow him. My lips parted, I guided him into my sassing, 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 cryptical, thankfully ( I could see to it that with my hand ), but I had all I could handle just to book my spatial relation and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One part of my head thought it tasted weird, but a cryptic part of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, 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 mouth 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 stand it ; I unbuttoned my jeans 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 stumble on me with my knickers down. But I needed some stand-in. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and vex his nose in where my fingers were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his tongue right in. I lifted up my hips and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast salt lick, then lay down and wedged his headland between my legs 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 showtime clock time I 'd ever find anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing genius. I was holding in the noises because I did n't want anyone to try anything suspect, but when he tongued over my mother fucker 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 resist, 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 care 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 : jeans zipped up, back to the house, straight to the bedroom, avoid eye tangency with anyone else until dinner clip. Also, invalidate eye contact lens and mutter resolution to any questions during dinner as well.

The next morning was a Saturday. I went out for a walk of life after breakfast and just a few minute after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his fountainhead 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 it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his direction and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his articulatio humeri to do sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` underworld yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a jog. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a pile of lumber where I could sit comfortably a couple of feet off the terra firma, and I hiked my jeans down. I was still nervous about getting caught in the buff with the dog, but I knew mom was in township for errands that would take a couple of hours, and dad was working on fencing, which would keep him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my rosehip forward and Lad was right there, gun muzzle in between my wooden leg, ears 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 noises when he hit the really good floater. Good old Lad figured the secret plan out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy pleasure. Everything in my eubstance seemed to get unleash and relaxed. I remembered the promptly ass-lick I 'd generate the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-up from the spot he 'd been licking so I pulled my human knee back a short, shoot forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my cleft starting almost at the low 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 facing pages, but I was mostly yesteryear caring about it at that particular proposition import. Lad got the message and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another Wyrd belief, 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 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 Saami time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and pluck myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his prick was out, punishing 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 gumshoe poking at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to accept all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a trivial squeeze behind the slub, propping myself up with my former hand and bracing as he dug in and got his rear into it giving me another hard, fast barker facefuck. The angry constituent 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 terminal time, and at a certain point I thought I noticed a change in the appreciation. 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 point 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 part, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jet plane squirt my aspect, just for the impression of it. Things variety of slowly wound down ; I gave him some ducky 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 flighty, too. I wanted a honorable stretchability of time when I could be sure of no break, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my backtalk any prospect I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous everyday alluviation plus a few early sunup bonuses when I happened to get up in meter for it. The more I had of him, the Thomas More I wanted. I loved having my side buried in the balmy fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the olfactory modality 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 rest period for a couple of calendar week, though, when we had an important obedience tryout coming up. I was, not without rationality, worried that this new twist in our family relationship might mess things up when we had to compete together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any signal that he was anything other than his common, eager-to-please ego. Less rationally, I had a fear that I would tread into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just do it 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 silly and could not actually take place, and yet it was still arduous to shake the image.

Long tarradiddle short : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his succeeding deed, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliments, and nonentity appeared to suspect how a great deal `` training time '' was spent with his tool in my side. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an first-class chance as the rest of the family was taking a trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to abide abode by myself after the respect trial and take care of the place until everybody got back the future day. I 'd love to tell you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our well-chosen fiddling 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 while, I got down in position and got his paws up on me, and he could n't find the fair game. I mean, he 's a smart boy, and tidal bore to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that spot. I just do n't think he had any thought what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few multiplication, he got the tip in me, including a twain of surprise jabs in the ass. But he never drove it home, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to guide him, but still, no destiny. I was sweaty and scotch and decided to call it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his fault. I let him figure out me out, which he was happy to do. That was nice, but not really satisfying, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the relief of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual routine outside. We tried again the adjacent morning. Same result.

wellspring, when we 're play tricks education, I use a clicker. For complex prank, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him fuck exactly when he 's done the right matter. He 's A-one tuned-in to it. So, after dejeuner, feeling both determined and a bit ridiculous, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, cuddling, 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 pawl when he hit the chump, after a few times, he 'd get the idea.

He was tidal bore as ever, well-chosen to put his paws around me and bulge out humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line things up while also keeping fix to react fast and apply him a click at the powerful instant. 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 summit or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a split mo, three affair happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my intellect that the kettle of fish he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of time to litigate that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a moment later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to remember things over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his brainpower going, and I wanted to go against 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 while. He accompanied me as I took care of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the estrus of the consequence, I could think thing over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sore place for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to bulge out figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to enjoy a thoroughgoing asslicking as a even component of my playday with Lad -- one of the best office, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to suppose a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The musical theme started to percolate.

Lad 's brain had evidently been turning affair over too, and he was starting to pester me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do glut together ! '' way. There 's no way to know for trusted, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his nous 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 exclusively partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to give him a nip at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some good lubricating substance around for perfectly legitimize veterinary reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the mansion 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 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 room access. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my bounder and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was cognizant of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising golden color of the late afternoon sunray coming through the spline. It was, honestly, about as magic as you could hope. Lad was not worry in the trick. He was still bouncing around my heels in expectation. 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 dissatisfactory seance of try and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to ascertain out, because Lad was up on me like a shot, and those battlefront mitt grabbed tight around my rose hip. If there had been any petty opinion in my oral sex about backing out, that grasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a expectant impression, being held stringent and just absolutely owned like that. His hind substructure scrabbled around on the floor between my wooden leg, and I felt the usual, searching poking. One struck my cheek, too far to the left. Then off to the rightfield. Number three hit me square toes 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 punishing, and I screamed. No pain at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to remark lubed up ), and it went right in. The screeching was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and foiling pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few Thomas More strokes, to the highest degree of Lad 's generous distance had slid right up into me and I might have made a sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some malarky out of me. Having found the aim, there was no looking back for Laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me soaked already, but now those paw cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His rearwards end was hammering away at an unbelievable charge per unit while his brain worked out the necessary angles to get as much shaft in me as possible. I shifted myself a little to help him out, and he shoved up a petty farther. He was n't making long CVA, just really firm ones, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could mate his pace, but I pushed back against him hard and steady, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those yearn spurts that would jet out whenever I would yank him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's form well enough to get laid exactly what was happening when his knot first bumped up against me. I did n't have any opportunity to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to draw the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally undefended to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No mistake, there was a whole nooky lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in dumb stories, but his knot 's about the size of a lemon yellow, and added to the length he 'd already buried, that was plenty enough to construct me find stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, comprehensiveness, wetness and heat ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was full of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him blind drunk inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. Things had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His groundwork were still shifting a bit, and he may hold 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 good. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind branch left the trading floor and he rested his full system of weights on me. I could envisage his posterior twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a deeply breath and the smell of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and miss and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard.

I reached between my branch and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a fiddling bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small-scale yip out of me. I felt really, really sensitive and even the tiniest movement from him were startlingly vivid. 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 sentence soon. A piffling run ran up to my navel. I looked back under my chest but I still had my tee shirt on and could n't see anything. A couple of free fall fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty trading floor. 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 asshole, and the little shaft of dog shaft that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and Forth River, back and Forth. Like I said, everything was exceedingly sensitive, and it only took a lightsome feeling to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's peter ... then I could slow down a minute and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was serious. I 'd like to trust I really blew his petty bow-wow mind, actually, but I 'm not indisputable he experiences it anything like the Saame way I do. I wished I had a mirror so I could see the two of us tied together.

I 'm not sure as shooting how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a minute or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my lower dorsum, and had n't put his foundation back on the basis yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd finger a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small electric shock, not really afflictive, but on the delimitation of being just a petty bit chilling, because he felt so Brobdingnagian as he pulled back. My muddle suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little portion of my brain started imagining us cohere forever. But of course not. There was one More pull that did n't quite reach it out, but sent a prospicient jet of high pressure pup seed flying out of me as the seal broke for a moment. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one More pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His feet hit the ground, his gumshoe bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thighs, leaving a duad of messy streaks, and he ambled a few fundament 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 open spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would ingest gotten soaked clear-cut through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboards that got soaked, and I would not have liked to have to explain that wet raft on the floor if anyone had been around to stagger 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 training. 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 satisfaction. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot shower and replaying the scene in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy stew and scrubbed all over. I 'd pay off 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 hold back for the next clock time. Much later, I came to agnise how lucky we had been to have things turn out so well as they did, but at the sentence it just seemed lifelike that Lad and I would associate in the expert possible way.

You can imagine that was n't the last sentence for us. Not by a hanker shot. In fact, I 'm jolly sure we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a pliant girlfriend can get their consistence together, and if I had the right sorting of chromosomes, we 'd suffer a lot of pup to explicate. Kinda gladiolus I do n't. He does n't go for the snatch all that often in any subject, though. Maybe it 's just because of how matter happened to go the get-go few times, or maybe the slant 's better for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his pecker stuck up some soused hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reason to settle for anything other than what he likes best. I 'm felicitous to apply it to him ; actually, for me, the best feeling in the humans is getting down, spreading wide-cut, and letting him get whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those manus wrap around me, knowing we 'll soon be locked tight.

It 's only ever been me and Lad with the elision of one fourth dimension when a stray showed up at our position. He was much bigger than Lad, more like a German language Shepherd physical body, with mostly grim hair, and a really cute face 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 surely I knew all the detent nearby. If he 'd tramp, he 'd add up a farseeing way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other animals around the place, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a distich of Clarence Day in guinea pig anyone came looking for him, then try to notice him a dwelling or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and dogs at our place often enough, but he was the only declamatory, attractive, and entire male dog that I can retrieve. After getting to make love him for the first day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big fellow, he had a magnetised personality, and there was a lot there to opine about. It was going to be warm that night, and I asked if I could take a couple of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( nil strange, I do it often enough, especially on hot summertime nighttime ). What I had in mind seemed a little wild, but I knew I was n't likely to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of ignitor, or made enough dissonance to wake somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my hooey out that dark ( including some Book and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly proscribed from giving him a name, l I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy little nest atop a stratum of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the flashlight once it got sour. 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 await any more than. 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 well-to-do together. Eventually, my hand strayed to more interesting district. First Lad got a Nice apoplexy, then I gave New Dog a little rub along his sheath. 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 gotten in a routine with Lad, which was great, but did n't induce quite the Saame good sense of adventure anymore after the low few prison term. This, once again, felt like exploring new soil, with a trivial boundary of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure both heel were well aware of the smell of me. I ducked in to collapse New Dog an data-based little suck. He stood still and did n't respond much, former than releasing a few copious squirts that splashed against the back of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly distressed about getting caught in the middle of a dog fight, but New Dog was too melt for that kind of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to work out my side and neck opening. `` green-eyed, boy ? '' I laughed a lilliputian, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a sucking just to be sightly. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mode to make him look too long. I killed the torch and got my pants off. There was enough starlight that it was n't totally dark in the b, and I could see silhouettes, at least. I got on all fours, Lad got himself in berth, and he sank it in me on the tertiary try. That got about half his duration up my ass -- of path it was the ass, that 's lad for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with exceptional military force, even for him. I can only bear that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel handle on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His international nautical mile bumped up against me and he simply found an extra piffling bit of intensity level 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 rocky stuff and nonsense even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him shift his system of weights with me, as the familiar wet pressure began building trench inside me.

I was just about to reach back and make myself a rub, but I got a jolt when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to audit the situation, and he inspected it by running his spit all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a bit I was once again worried that he 'd gross out out and try to turn over around and start a pettifoggery with the other dog. I could n't quite movie what would pass 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 near -- that tongue was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's orb must have been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my cakehole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the ascendant of his putz a few lap in the process, but if so, Lad did n't oppose, 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 mould. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few multiplication and get me a little surface-active agent than I already was. I was a loose-fitting, sticky bow-wow 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 least temporarily on getting his pecker in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling shudder pass through my soundbox, and then I felt Lad 's maiden tug 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 beginning of it just as Lad gave another intemperate tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the whole mickle 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 safe perceiver and a fast learner, because he had his hand up on me the claim 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 thrashing from sonny boy. New Dog had a naturally good angle and had footling worry sliding into my wet hole. He was way grown than sonny boy, and however mellow he may take in been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went softheaded. I could n't do anything, really. His hip joint must induce been a fuzz, and what was really storm was the length of the apoplexy he managed. He was n't just fast, but unlike Lad, he pulled way back before slamming in again. The wet slapping sound was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the time, it seemed unbelievably gaudy in my ears, and I felt as certain as I ever had that someone was going to hear the haphazardness, come out, and get word me. New Dog had no such concerns, and any thoughts I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big ball of New Dog Calidris canutus 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 maw 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 fourth dimension. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendship ; we 'd raise up together, after all. By comparison, this was about nothing early than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly possess known how much Lad had shot into me, but it was still easy to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the sizing of him, each throb and squirt made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a rush 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 tender to take even a single lap more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the initiative, was coming over to take in 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 phone 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 entire of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hour before sunrise.

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

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life story 's going to get unearthly 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 pick ahead of me. I want to last out and keep working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably rightfulness that there 's not a lot of future in a humble farm these days, but he also thinks that a girl ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to establish him wrong. I do n't jazz. Maybe I 'll go away and hit the books Ag, but would Laddie hail with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one rest home. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come household ? Who would care for him ? I do n't sleep with how to face the big empty space that 'd he 'd result in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the clock time I can have.

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