Funny how thing work out. You grow up reading Christian Bible and fag tales, watching Disney movies, and you 're pretty sure as shooting you 're going to have a summer Romance language, to come in blissful reciprocal love with someone dark and handsome and hot happily ever after. nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brilliant edge collie with a uncanny back-door predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow down flow of collie cream 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 gens 's irrelevant, and you 'll figure I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to exploit things out, or get them off my breast, to a certain extent, and it feels more genuine if I put my name on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's sonny, or cub Boy, lad Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any bit of former variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a large dog by any mean value, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly black, a rich glossy black, with a white hell on his chest, a little more white on his forehead and behind his ears, and a couple of spotty white socks. We keep that fur nice and scavenge and satiny despite his uncanny ability to see mud, Burr, and diverse farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the earth. 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 minute together -- many hours working on obedience and tricks, and many hours just in each other 's companionship, walking around together as I did job, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much clip together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the character of `` proficient admirer '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his brow and muzzle, were things that I would n't do with a rule acquaintance, not if we meant to quell just friends. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a part of the process of bonding and growing close together. I would n't have ever described the operation as `` falling in lovemaking '', but by the time a class had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my substance. I missed him and thought of him during the day when I was at school, and looked forward to seeing him when I got home.

The timing worked out so that he was growing into his matureness just around the Sami time I was. I started seeing flashes of pinko under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't bed 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 case. First, it was a distich of light touches, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his belly fur, but then I took it fully in my hand, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my bridge player back, then reached in again and scratch some more. He felt adept and tender in my hand. His prat started twitching, and the big fop at the al-Qaida felt really worry. Even though I knew a lot about dogs, I had n't known to expect that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the cocktail dress back a bit and saw a few inches of garden pink, saw a little jet of liquid, and then I got nervous about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and pinna for a instant or two Thomas 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 leery ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the flavour replayed in my head, and I lay in the darkness with my oculus closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the persuasion still racing around. And so, the adjacent 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 house, and I did n't make much pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in reply immediately. That big protrusion started to fill my handwriting up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my for the first time view of his entire cock, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed form of OK to calculate and to touch. He was jetting out squirt of liquid 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 spirt for a tenacious sentence. 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 by day turn for us. My afternoon chore gave me a good reason to be in the barn for a piece 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 poking and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our common dapple as soon as we went in the barn, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog peter started coming to me all through the rest of the day, nearly of all before bed time, waking up in the morning, and riding the schooltime bus rest home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` task '' soon. It hit almost all my sens. I could imagine the pink length of it sliding out bright against his stomach fur, the hot touch, the liquid squirting against my paw, Lad 's punishing breathing in the quiet of the barn, and his warm doggy smell overpowering the background signal aroma of hay and twine and dust. Every sentence it came to heed I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every time, more and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of ringlet my free people arm around his dresser, too, and he 'd catch 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 ahead of time Oct day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his bureau, and his hind legs straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog tool, and when I jerked him, the low reverse lightning splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the groundwork, he was starting to thrust a little bit, and when I raised my headland up just a little, he was aimed right at my brass. What a view ! It 's so weird, I do n't know why I 'm pumped like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the touch sensation of the spray against my cutis, and I wanted more. I raised up a piffling gamy, scooted forward, and held the tip rightfield in front of my rima oris. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my look and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was nervous but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to withdraw him. My brim parted, I guided him into my lip, 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 lovingness around him, and my hand still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too rich, thankfully ( I could control that with my hand ), but I had all I could handle just to book my position and keep from getting jabbed the incorrect way as he fucked my nerve. One voice of my learning ability thought it tasted Weird, but a deeper part of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so potent, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how long it lasted. Probably not long. Time went form 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 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 person would come out and stumble on me with my pants down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and bewilder his olfactory organ in where my finger were and started licking me too. It was a flood 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 lick, then lay down and wedged his head between my legs and seriously went to play. 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 number one time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing stars. I was holding in the noises because I did n't desire anyone to discover anything untrusting, but when he tongued over my asshole a couplet of times, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't help it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand up, and I rolled away onto my side. He walked around to appear at me, like he was checking that the job was done ok. Yeah, wow, thanks, boy. I scratched him a bit ( which he likes, especially the chest fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't wish so much, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his pectus fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jean zipped up, back to the house, straight to the bedroom, avoid eye striking with anyone else until dinner party prison term. Also, avoid eye contact and mussitate answers to any questions during dinner party as well.

The next morning was a Sabbatum. I went out for a walk after breakfast and just a few minutes after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his capitulum and we walked for a patch quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a feel, coming back in to nudge me again. He backed up and gave me a bark and all of a sudden I was pretty for certain it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his direction and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder to reach for 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 b, I went over to a stack of lumber where I could sit comfortably a duad of animal foot off the ground, and I hiked my dungaree down. I was still nervous about getting caught bare-ass with the dog, but I knew mom was in townspeople for errands that would get hold of a couplet of hours, and dad was working on fence, which would keep him busy 'til lunch period. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my wooden leg, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might suppose, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy and let out some advance noises when he hit the really good spots. dependable old Lad figured the secret plan out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy pleasure. Everything in my body seemed to get light and unlax. I remembered the speedy ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty good, and I wanted a change-of-pace from the position he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a petty, shoot forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my crack starting almost at the lowly of my back. I reached down and pulled my nerve apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my leg back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past lovingness about it at that special import. Lad got the subject matter and tongued across my whoreson, then pushed his knife right up in it. Another weird intuitive feeling, but I wanted to retain going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an amazing ability to get that glossa right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one more really mind-blowing moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the Same clock time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and get out myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his dick was out, gruelling 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 cock poking at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to withdraw all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a picayune squeeze behind the air mile, propping myself up with my other hand and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another hard, fast doggy facefuck. The natural state part did n't terminal too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more witting than I 'd been the endure time, and at a sure dot I thought I noticed a modification in the taste. Did n't subject. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt full of it. At that tip I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as intemperate and pie-eyed as we could get, but I was starting to get nervous about getting caught. I pulled up my gasp to make sure at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally stark naked, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his percentage, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jets squirt my face, just for the feeling of it. things variety of slowly wound down ; I gave him some pets and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all quartet under him, but for quite some clip, it was n't to be. I was thirsty for it, really hungry, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a skillful stretchiness of clip when I could be certainly of no interruption, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my sass any chance I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous day-to-day sedimentation plus a few betimes break of the day bonuses when I happened to get up in time for it. The to a greater extent I had of him, the more I wanted. I loved having my font buried in the indulgent fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the olfactory perception of him, and when he jetted into my mouthpiece, I felt to the full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a residue for a pair of hebdomad, though, when we had an important obedience trial coming up. I was, not without intellect, worried that this new twist in our human relationship might mess thing up when we had to compete together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any signs that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. LE rationally, I had a care that I would step into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just know what we had been doing together : `` Oh my god ! She 's absolutely full phase of the moon 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 shake the image.

Long narration brusque : We totally aced the visitation, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliments, and cipher appeared to suspect how very much `` training time '' was spent with his shaft in my expression. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the rest of the family was taking a trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to remain home by myself after the obedience trial run and take maintenance of the place until everybody got back the adjacent day. I 'd fuck to tell you that we just went out to the b and fucked our glad little Einstein out for the residuum of the day, and it 's not like I did n't try. We got out there, we fooled around for a while, I got down in stead and got his paws up on me, and he could n't find the target. I mean, he 's a sassy boy, and bore to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that post. I just do n't mean 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 dyad of surprise jabs 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 crucify and decided to call it quits before I got really raring with him for something that was n't his fault. I let him lick me out, which he was glad to do. That was gracious, but not really satisfy, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual routine outside. We tried again the future dayspring. Same result.

fountainhead, when we 're trick training, I use a clicker. For complex tricks, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him have it off exactly when he 's done the right affair. He 's super tuned-in to it. So, after tiffin, feeling both determined and a bit ridiculous, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, petting, and generally frisking around for a while, I slipped my bloomers off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a detent when he hit the brand, after a few prison term, he 'd get the idea.

He was tidal bore as ever, happy to put his paws around me and begin humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to cable matter up while also keeping ready to oppose fast and give him a clink at the justly 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 top or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the trap. Within a carve up s, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the kettle of fish he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of time to work 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 believe things over ; I gave him a detent for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his brain going, and I wanted to erupt off on a positive eminence 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 maintenance of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the warmth of the here and now, I could conceive things over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the outlook 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 nice, and I had come to savor a thorough asslicking as a regular part of my playtime with Lad -- one of the unspoiled parts, in fact. The feel when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was wanton to imagine a bit more going a bit cryptical and feeling even nicer. Maybe really dainty indeed. The estimate 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 farce together ! '' way. There 's no way to lie with for sure, but I felt pretty sealed that he 'd been working over in his genius what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` work. '' wellspring, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the simply spouse I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to afford him a shot at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to give birth some dependable lube around for perfectly legitimate vet ground, and I surreptitously carried some in the family and got my -- well, there 's no frail way to say `` I got my ass all slippery, '' but that 's what I did. Reaching around and getting a digit 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, rightfulness outside the doorway. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was cognizant of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising favourable semblance of the previous afternoon sunbeam coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could hope. Lad was not interest in the magic trick. He was still bouncing around my heels in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my blue jean off and got down on all IV, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another dissatisfactory session of tries and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to rule out, because Lad was up on me like a jibe, and those front paws grabbed closely around my hips. If there had been any little cerebration in my principal about backing out, that grasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a bully tactual sensation, being held miserly and just absolutely owned like that. His hind substructure scrabbled around on the floor between my legs, and I felt the common, searching thrust. One struck my cheek, too far to the leftfield. Then off to the right. Number three hit me square toes in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in disappointment as he pulled back, and then number four slammed it straight home heavy, and I screamed. No annoyance at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to cite lubed up ), and it went right in. The screaming was a mix of surprisal and, mainly, all the pent up tension and frustration pouring out in one big discharge as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more shot, about of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might have made a auditory sensation a lot like `` pick '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some wind out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for Laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me besotted already, but now those paws cinched around my waistline like smoothing iron, and he got his hindquarters closer. His punt end was hammering away at an improbable rate while his brain worked out the requisite slant to get as a good deal hawkshaw in me as possible. I shifted myself a petty to help him out, and he shoved up a slight farther. He was n't making foresightful strokes, just really fast unity, 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 hard and steady, taking it mysterious. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those longsighted spurts that would jet out whenever I would flick him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's flesh well enough to get it on exactly what was happening when his knot first bumped up against me. I did n't make any chance to intend about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to make the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally open up to him, so when he gave a monolithic shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No mistake, there was a whole screwing lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in dumb stories, but his air mile 's about the size of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already bury, that was plenty decent to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressing, voluminousness, wetness and heat ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was wax of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him sozzled inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. matter had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little spooky about the tie, but in any case he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me to the full. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the floor and he rested his full weight on me. I could envisage his tail twitch as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep breath and the smell of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and lady friend and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a auditory sensation to be heard.

I reached between my stage and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a little bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a little yelp out of me. I felt really, really sensitive and even the tiny moves from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my manus, but it was assoil he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A little rivulet ran up to my navel. I looked back under my chest of drawers but I still had my T-shirt on and could n't see anything. A couple of drop curtain fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to sample him, and my deal 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 bunghole, and the little rotating shaft of dog rooster that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and Forth River, back and Forth. Like I said, everything was super sensitive, and it only took a ignitor trace to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's putz ... then I could relax a minute and do it again. I do n't make out what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd like to believe I really blew his niggling doggy mind, actually, but I 'm not sure he experiences it anything like the same way I do. I wished I had a mirror so I could see the two of us tied together.

I 'm not sure 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 frown back, and had n't put his ft back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd palpate a piddling current of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a pocket-size daze, not really irritating, but on the mete of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so Brobdingnagian as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid footling region of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of course of action not. There was one more pull that did n't quite pee it out, but sent a foresighted spurt of high pressure puppy seed flying out of me as the sealskin broke for a instant. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more twist from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His feet hit the priming coat, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my second joint, leaving a duo of messy streaks, and he ambled a few feet away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting place and my ass let out a flow of Laddie-juice like a wide open spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would induce gotten soaked realize through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboards that got soaked, and I would not have liked to have got to explain that wet mess on the floor if anyone had been around to stumble across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my dress back on and get inside for a hot shower, leaving Lad in the b, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's distinctive 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 imaging again and again as I worked up a soapy swither and scrubbed all over. I 'd gotten what I 'd wished for, and it had been Sir Thomas More than I ever could have anticipated. More intense, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't expect for the next clip. Much later, I came to actualize how lucky we had been to have thing turn out so well as they did, but at the fourth dimension it just seemed lifelike that Lad and I would connect in the best possible way.

You can pretend that was n't the last time for us. Not by a retentive shot. In fact, I 'm pretty surely we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a flexile little girl can get their body together, and if I had the right on variety of chromosomes, we 'd consume a lot of puppy to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussycat all that often in any compositor's case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first of all few times, or maybe the Angle 's better for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some miserly hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reason to finalise for anything early than what he likes best. I 'm happy to make it to him ; actually, for me, the topper feeling in the domain is getting down, spreading wide, and letting him guide whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those paws wrapping 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 stead. He was much giving than Lad, more like a German Shepherd build, with mostly smuggled hair, and a really cute typeface topped with sharply ears, standing up tall. He had a red apprehension, but no nametag. I did n't pick out him, and I was pretty sure I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd vagabond, he 'd hail a foresighted way. He was well-disposed and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the former animals around the lieu, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a distich of solar day in typeface anyone came looking for him, then try to discover him a abode or get him to the protection. We get ramble or abandoned cats and hotdog at our place often enough, but he was the but large, attractive, and entire manly dog that I can remember. After getting to know him for the first day, I ... well, I was really rum about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big fellow, he had a magnetized personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be warm that night, and I asked if I could have a couple of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( zero unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer nights ). What I had in mind seemed a little risky, but I knew I was n't potential to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of illumination, or made enough racket to wake person.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my poppycock out that dark ( including some leger and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a name, lest I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy small cuddle atop a layer of hay bale, and read one of my Good Book, switching on the torch once it got morose. 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 wait any Sir Thomas More. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some pets and scritches for a patch, just to get us all comfortable together. Eventually, my manus strayed to more interesting territory. First Lad got a dainty chance event, then I gave New Dog a lilliputian 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 gumshoe, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd gotten in a function with Lad, which was heavy, but did n't have quite the same sense of dangerous undertaking anymore after the commencement few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new district, with a little bound of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure both Canis familiaris were well cognizant of the flavour of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an data-based little suck. He stood still and did n't respond much, other 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 concern about getting caught in the midriff of a dog battle, but New Dog was too mellow for that kind of affair and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to clobber my face and neck. `` jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few slash and a suck just to be reasonable. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a climate to stool him look too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pants off. There was enough 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 fours, Lad got himself in lieu, and he sank it in me on the third gear try. That got about half his length up my ass -- of path it was the ass, that 's cub for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with exceptional force, even for him. I can only assume that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a brand clutch on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His mile bumped up against me and he simply found an extra petty bit of strength somewhere in him and shoved it straight in. I always like the flavour of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was boisterous 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 transfer his exercising weight with me, as the familiar wet pressure level began building deep inside me.

I was just about to reach back and contribute myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect the situation, and he inspected it by running his lingua all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a moment I was once again interest that he 'd gross out out and try to sour around and start up a pettifog with the other dog. I could n't quite picture what would happen to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news for my 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 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 balls must get been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the track of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must possess given Lad 's balls and the root of his cock a few poke 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 ride me, which obviously was n't going to work. He just managed to hump against my second joint a few prison term and get me a piddling wetting agent than I already was. I was a sloppy, glutinous barker kettle of fish, with one dog hosing my inside, and one spritzing my legs and any other bit of me he could jab his cock at. He gave up at to the lowest degree temporarily on getting his cock in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big riffle tingle pass through my body, and then I felt Lad 's first tugboat as he tried to free himself. A healthy watercourse of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the origin of it just as Lad gave another strong tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the sucking broke, and the unanimous mess came pouring out right onto New Dog as Lad, who had really outdone himself for sheer quantity, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the blocking once or twice before or he was a respectable observer and a firm learner, because he had his paws up on me the precise bit 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 licking from Laddie. New Dog had a naturally well angle and had little trouble sliding into my wet maw. He was way openhanded than Laddie, and however mellow he may give been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went loony. I could n't do anything, really. His rose hip must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the duration of the cerebrovascular accident 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 meter, it seemed unbelievably loud in my auricle, and I felt as certain as I ever had that someone was going to get wind the noise, come out, and learn me. New Dog had no such concerns, and any cerebration I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big formal of New Dog mile slid in and grew besotted inside me.

I do n't have a go at it if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one hole while a different dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hole, but it 's pretty awing, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this fourth dimension. With Lad, there was always a component of sexual love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd maturate up together, after all. By comparing, this was about nothing former than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly have known how much Lad had shot into me, but it was still easy to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the sizing of him, each pounding 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 outpouring 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 need even a unmarried lap more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to have a arcsecond go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both domestic dog for quite some time in the quiet starlight. I do n't call up falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the speech sound of Lad whining in my ear. His cock was peeking out. He definitely wanted some more ass, but I still was n't gear up for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a happy belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hr before sunrise.

Later that good morning, a car with out-of-state plates pulled into our drive, and within a few min, New Dog was gone from my life forever. I never did learn his name.

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life-time 's going to get weird soon, as if it were n't already. Lad and I have had a lot of playtime together, and we 've both gotten honest-to-god. I 've got choices ahead of me. I want to stay and hold open working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably right that there 's not a lot of future in a small farm these twenty-four hour period, 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 know. Maybe I 'll go away and examine Ag, but would sonny boy add up 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 house ? Who would care for him ? I do n't eff how to front the big empty place 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 time I can have.

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