funny story how things work out. You grow up reading Bible and fairy narrative, watching Disney movies, and you 're pretty for sure you 're going to have a summertime love story, to shine in blissful mutual lovemaking with someone dark and handsome and springy happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy border collie with a uncanny back-door preference. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow current 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 project I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to work things out, or get them off my dresser, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexile figure. Sometimes he 's sonny boy, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other version. He responds to all of them. He 's not a vauntingly dog by any means, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly black, a inscrutable glossy blacken, with a Theodore Harold White blaze on his chest, a little more white on his frontal bone and behind his pinna, and a couple of scratchy white wind sleeve. We keep that fur prissy and clean and jerk and silky despite his uncanny ability to happen 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 minute together -- many hours working on obedience and tricks, and many minute just in each other 's companionship, walking around together as I did task, 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 role of `` expert 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 rule friend, not if we meant to stick around just friends. They were formula thing to do with a dog, all a voice of the process of bonding and growing close together. I would n't have 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 shoes in my heart. I missed him and thought of him during the day when I was at schooling, 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 Saami time I was. I started seeing flashes of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't know 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. First, it was a couple of lightheaded skin senses, 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 hand back, then reached in again and rubbed some more. He felt good and fond in my hired hand. His tail started twitching, and the big swell at the base felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about dog-iron, I had n't known to await that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my deal around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the cocktail dress back a bit and saw a few in of pink, saw a little spurt of liquid, and then I got nervous about what we were doing and took my deal away. I casually scratched his neck opening and ears for a minute or two more and then walked away, trying not to look leery ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like someone trying very hard not to look funny ).

As I lay in bed that eventide, though, the tone replayed in my head, and I lay in the shadow with my center closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to slumber easily, and I woke up early with the thoughts still racing around. And so, the following day at around the Sami clip, I called him over to take the air with me. We walked around behind a construction 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 jut started to make full my manus 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 cocktail dress slipped back, and I got my first view of his entire cock, burl and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed variety of OK to look and to touch on. He was jetting out spirt 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 squirt for a farseeing prison term. I knew I was n't doing anything all that dissimilar than what the AI tech would do when he takes care of a papal bull or stallion, but deep down I also knew I was feeling Thomas More than that. I was feeling sprain on.

This quickly became a everyday routine for us. My afternoon job gave me a good reason to be in the b for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a hand job. I got used to how he liked to be touched, and was rewarded with more enthusiastic thrusting and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our usual fleck 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 balance of the day, virtually of all before bed clip, waking up in the break of the day, and riding the schooling bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` task '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could guess the pink length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot ghost, the liquid squirting against my handwriting, Lad 's threatening breathing in the placidity of the barn, and his warm doggy sense of smell overpowering the setting smell of hay and twine and dust. Every sentence it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the illusion and every time, more and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd sort of roll my disengage arm around his chest, too, and he 'd grab that and hunch forward against it. I liked that intuitive feeling ; it was more stimulate when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an early Oct day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his chest, and his hind leg straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog gumshoe, and when I jerked him, the first jets splashed out onto my dresser ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to thrust a little bit, and when I raised my head up just a fiddling, he was aimed right at my face. What a view ! It 's so weird, I do n't acknowledge why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feeling of the spray against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a petty higher, scooted forward, and held the tip right in front end 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 uneasy but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow him. My sassing parted, I guided him into my mouth, 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 paw still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too deep, 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 incorrect way as he fucked my typeface. One part of my brain thought it tasted uncanny, but a rich component of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how prospicient it lasted. Probably not long. Time went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my mouthpiece 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 endure 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 somebody would come out and stumble on me with my pants down. But I needed some rest. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and stick to his nose in where my digit were and started licking me too. It was a swampland down there, and he got his tongue right wing in. I lifted up my pelvis and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast punch, then lay down and wedged his head between my legs and seriously went to do 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 fourth dimension I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before recollective I was seeing superstar. I was holding in the noises because I did n't want anyone to hear anything shady, but when he tongued over my asshole a couple of fourth dimension, 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 expect 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 chest 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 inter-group communication with anyone else until dinner time. Also, avoid eye tangency and mumble answers to any motion during dinner party as well.

The next morning was a Saturday. 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 head and we walked for a spell quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a facial expression, 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 focussing and sure enough enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his berm to form surely 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 trot. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a stilt of timber where I could sit comfortably a brace of feet off the primer, and I hiked my jean down. I was still nervous about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in Ithiel Town for errands that would take a couple of hr, and dad was working on fence, which would keep him fussy 'til lunchtime. I slid my pelvic girdle forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my leg, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might retrieve, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy and let out some encouraging noises when he hit the really good spots. commodity old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy delight. Everything in my eubstance seemed to get loose and relaxed. I remembered the fast ass-lick I 'd mystify the day before ... that had been pretty well, and I wanted a change-up from the position he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a niggling, scooted forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my fling starting almost at the small of my vertebral column. I reached down and pulled my impertinence apart a bit -- I felt so salacious with my legs back in the air and my ass spreadhead, but I was mostly past times caring about it at that fussy here and now. Lad got the message and tongued across my motherfucker, then pushed his lingua right up in it. Another weird feeling, but I wanted to prevent going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an amazing ability 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 moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the Lapplander time. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and pull myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprisal, his pecker was out, concentrated and dripping. I slid under, took him in my backtalk, and ran my lip right up to the knot, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick poke at the back of my throat for a moment. I just wanted to swallow all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a piddling squeeze behind the knot, propping myself up with my other paw and brace as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another difficult, fast pooch facefuck. The wild part did n't last too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more witting than I 'd been the finally meter, and at a sure stop I thought I noticed a change in the taste sensation. Did n't affair. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt full of it. At that stop I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as hard and cockeyed as we could get, but I was starting to get nervous about getting caught. I pulled up my pants to relieve oneself sure at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally bare-assed, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just abide there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jets squirt my face, just for the touch sensation of it. Things sort of slowly wound down ; I gave him some deary and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all fours under him, but for quite some metre, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really hungry, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a safe stretchability of meter when I could be for sure of no break, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my mouth any prospect I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposit plus a few ahead of time daybreak incentive when I happened to get up in fourth dimension for it. The Sir Thomas More I had of him, the more I wanted. I loved having my aspect buried in the sonant fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the look 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 for a couple of week, though, when we had an important obedience trial coming up. I was, not without intellect, worried that this new turn in our 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 signs that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. LE rationally, I had a fearfulness that I would step into the tintinnabulation with him and suddenly everyone would just live what we had been doing together : `` Oh my god ! She 's absolutely full-of-the-moon of dog cum ! It 's practically oozing out of her ! Disqualified ! '' I knew this was totally preposterous and could not actually materialise, and yet it was still hard to stimulate the image.

Long report shortsighted : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his future title of respect, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many wish, and cypher appeared to suspect how much `` preparation clock time '' was spent with his dick in my face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very Lapplander day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the rest of the family line was taking a trip to an auction bridge, but I 'd arranged to remain family by myself after the obeisance trial and take fear of the plaza until everybody got back the next day. I 'd love to tell you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy piddling mental capacity out for the relief 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 quarry. I mean, he 's a chic boy, and eager to delight, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that post. 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 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 fortune. 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 faulting. I let him lick me out, which he was well-chosen to do. That was nice, but not really satisfying, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual workaday outside. We tried again the next break of the day. Same result.

Well, when we 're put-on training, I use a clicker. For composite tricks, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him know exactly when he 's done the right thing. 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 spell, I slipped my pants off and got on all quaternary again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the Deutsche Mark, after a few fourth dimension, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his paw around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to melodic phrase affair up while also keeping prepare to react fast and give him a click at the right on import. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to feel the correctly angle or height or whatever would spend a penny it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the cakehole. Within a break up moment, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the muddle he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't birth a lot of time to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a second later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to opine things over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was plenty for now. For Lad, two pawl was enough to get his brain going, and I wanted to break off on a irrefutable note 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 heat of the moment, I could conceive thing over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly sensible bit 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 love a thoroughgoing asslicking as a regular role of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best voice, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was slowly to imagine a bit more going a bit cryptical and feeling even nicer. Maybe really overnice indeed. The estimate started to percolate.

Lad 's brain had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to pester me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do stuff together ! '' way. There 's no way to be intimate for sure, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his brain what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` lick. '' Well, OK.

I was n't experienced in these affair at all ; Lad was the only cooperator I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dense enough to collapse him a shooting at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to feature some good lubricant around for perfectly legitimate veterinary grounds, and I surreptitously carried some in the house and got my -- well, there 's no touchy 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, decently outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was aware of the warm, dusty, boulder fern air, and the storm gilt 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 thaumaturgy. He was still bouncing around my bounder in expectancy. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my blue jean off and got down on all quaternary, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another let down seance of tries and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to get hold out, because Lad was up on me like a slam, and those front mitt grabbed besotted around my rose hip. If there had been any trivial opinion in my head about backing out, that grasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a swell smell, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hind groundwork scrabbled around on the level between my leg, and I felt the usual, searching jabs. One struck my cheek, too far to the leftfield. Then off to the right. Number three hit me public 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 in the ass at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to mention lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprisal and, mainly, all the pent up stress and frustration pouring out in one big dismission as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more strokes, to the highest degree of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might take made a sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some nothingness out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for Laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me tight already, but now those paws cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his tail end closer. His support end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his brainpower worked out the necessity angle to get as much dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a trivial to help him out, and he shoved up a minuscule farther. He was n't making recollective strokes, just really dissipated ones, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his pace, but I pushed back against him hard and unbendable, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those longsighted 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 know exactly what was happening when his mile first bumped up against me. I did n't have any prospect to mean about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the military force to stool the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally open to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No error, there was a whole piece of ass lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously immense like you read about in dumb report, but his knot 's about the size of a lemon yellow, and added to the distance he 'd already buried, that was plenty enough to cook me experience 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 tight inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. Things had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may stimulate been a little nervous about the tie, but in any fount he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me entire. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the level and he rested his entire weight on me. I could imagine his seat twitching 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 young woman and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound 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 pocket-size yelp out of me. I felt really, really spiritualist and even the diminutive moves from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my handwriting, but it was decipherable he was n't coming all the way out any prison term soon. A little rivulet ran up to my omphalus. I looked back under my chest of drawers but I still had my tee shirt on and could n't see anything. A yoke of bead fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty base. I really wanted to taste 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 peter that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and Forth River, back and forth. Like I said, everything was ace sensitive, and it only took a illume touch to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's prick ... then I could slack a mo and do it again. I do n't bang what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was salutary. I 'd like to consider I really blew his piffling doggy mind, actually, but I 'm not sure he experiences it anything like the like 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 weightiness on my lower backrest, and had n't put his substructure back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a little stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a low electric shock, not really terrible, but on the boundary line of being just a little bit scarey, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My maw suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little part of my mental capacity started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one More pull that did n't quite build it out, but sent a long spirt of high-pitched imperativeness pup seed flying out of me as the seal broke for a moment. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more clout from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His invertebrate foot hit the primer, his tool bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thighs, leaving a twain of messy streaks, and he ambled a few foundation away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting position and my ass let out a current of Laddie-juice like a spacious outdoors spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would ingest gotten soaked cleared through. I did n't, though, so it was the floorboards that got soaked, and I would not have liked to throw to explain that wet hatful on the base if anyone had been around to lurch across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my clothes back on and get inside for a hot shower, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his grooming. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a long time to cleanse himself afterwards and wo n't get up and go anywhere until he 's cleaned up to his atonement. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot shower and replaying the shot in my vision again and again as I worked up a soapy sweat and scrubbed all over. I 'd fuck off what I 'd wished for, and it had been More than I ever could have anticipated. More intense, more gratify, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the next time. Much later, I came to realize how lucky we had been to have things turn out so well as they did, but at the clip it just seemed born that Lad and I would connect in the adept possible way.

You can guess that was n't the finis sentence for us. Not by a prospicient shot. In fact, I 'm middling sure we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a flexible girl can get their bodies together, and if I had the decent sort of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of puppies to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the cunt all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first few times, or maybe the angle 's bettor for him ... I do n't make out. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some mingy hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reasonableness to settle for anything other than what he likes honest. I 'm happy to give it to him ; actually, for me, the effective feel in the mankind is getting down, spreading wide, and letting him take whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those paw wrap around me, knowing we 'll soon be locked tight.

It 's only ever been me and Lad with the exclusion of one fourth dimension when a stray showed up at our place. He was much bigger than Lad, more like a German language Shepherd human body, with mostly black fuzz, and a really cute fount topped with sharp ears, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty sure enough I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd strayed, he 'd number a long way. He was friendly and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the former animals around the place, so we figured we 'd stay fresh him around for a twain of days in suit anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a household or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and dogs at our place often enough, but he was the only large, attractive, and inviolate manlike dog that I can remember. After getting to make love him for the firstly day, I ... well, I was really rum about him, I 'll say you. He was a big fellow, he had a charismatic personality, and there was a lot there to consider about. It was going to be affectionate that night, and I asked if I could lease a couple of blankets and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( naught strange, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer nighttime ). What I had in creative thinker seemed a little risky, but I knew I was n't likely to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of twinkle, or made plenty racket to stir up soul.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that night ( including some books and a torch ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a name, 50 I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy picayune nestle atop a stratum of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the flashlight once it got benighted. 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 waitress any to a greater extent. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some positron emission tomography and scritches for a while, just to get us all comfortable together. Eventually, my hand strayed to more occupy dominion. showtime Lad got a gracious cerebrovascular accident, 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 genuine coup d'oeil of New Dog 's hawkshaw, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd gotten in a mundane with Lad, which was keen, but did n't have quite the Saami sense of adventure anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new territorial dominion, with a petty edge of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure both frank were well cognisant of the smell of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental little sucking. He stood still and did n't answer much, other than releasing a few plenteous squirts that splashed against the vertebral column of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly worried about getting caught in the centre of a dog fight, but New Dog was too laid-back for that kind of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lap my boldness and cervix. `` Jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a suction just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to make him wait too long. I killed the flashlight 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 position, and he sank it in me on the third try. That got about half his length up my ass -- of course it was the ass, that 's Laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with surpassing force, even for him. I can only accept that the comportment of the early dog had him riled up, because he put a steel grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer violence, this did n't last very long. His greyback bumped up against me and he simply found an redundant trivial bit of military strength 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 rough material even by his monetary standard. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to slack up significantly. I leaned forward and felt him transfer his free weight with me, as the companion wet force per unit area began building recondite inside me.

I was just about to reach back and give myself a rub, but I got a shock absorber when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to audit the state of affairs, and he inspected it by running his tongue all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a moment I was once again concern that he 'd freak out and try to plough around and start a squabble with the other dog. I could n't quite movie what would come about 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 honest -- 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 deliver been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my maw. He almost surely must possess given Lad 's chunk and the root of his dick a few licks in the mental process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me full, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and put on me, which obviously was n't going to bring. He just managed to sleep with against my thigh a few times and get me a niggling surface-active agent than I already was. I was a sloppy, mucilaginous doggy plenty, with one dog hosing my interior, and one spritzing my legs and any other bit of me he could jab his pecker at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big riffle tremor pass through my eubstance, and then I felt Lad 's first gear tugboat 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 source of it just as Lad gave another strong tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the unscathed quite a little 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 city block once or twice before or he was a thoroughly observer and a firm learner, because he had his paws up on me the take indorse that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any assistance from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a beating from Laddie. New Dog had a naturally upright angle and had piddling hassle sliding into my wet gob. He was way bigger than Laddie, and however mellow he may have been in worldwide, once he got himself buried in me, he went unbalanced. I could n't do anything, really. His hips must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the length of the virgule 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 realness, but at the time, it seemed unbelievably loud in my capitulum, and I felt as certain as I ever had that someone was going to discover the noise, add up out, and discover 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 international nautical mile slid in and grew pixilated inside me.

I do n't sleep with 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 awesome, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this clock time. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendship ; we 'd grown up together, after all. By comparison, this was about goose egg other than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly suffer 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 size 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 sore to take even a individual lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to stimulate a 2nd go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both detent 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 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 ready for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a glad belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an time of day before sunrise.

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

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life history 's going to get unearthly soon, as if it were n't already. Lad and I have had a lot of playtime together, and we 've both arrive erstwhile. I 've got choice ahead of me. I want to stay and hold on working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably mightily that there 's not a lot of future 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 make love. Maybe I 'll go away and canvass Ag, but would sonny get with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one dwelling. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come habitation ? Who would care for him ? I do n't know how to front the big empty space that 'd he 'd forget 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 lovesome breezy day and even though we just did it a footling while ago, I know he 's outside ready for me again. I can recall about the big inquiry later. I 'm going to go get my fill of Lad while I can .