funny how affair work out. You grow up reading books and fairy narration, watching Disney motion-picture show, and you 're pretty sure as shooting you 're going to have a summer Latinian language, to fall in blissful mutual love with someone dark and handsome and go happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy boundary line collie with a weird back-door orientation. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow current of collie ointment leaking out my ass, while I type out my view. I 'm not at all dissatisfied with matter, it just is n't what you expect, exactly, when you 're growing up. You know ?

My epithet 's irrelevant, and you 'll envision I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to ferment matter out, or get them off my chest, to a certain extent, and it feels more very if I put my name on it. My gent is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible name. Sometimes he 's Laddie, or lad Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any identification number of other variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a large dog by any substance, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly black-market, a oceanic abyss glossy black, with a white glare on his chest, a little more white on his os frontale and behind his ear, and a couple of patched white air-sleeve. We keep that fur nice and clean and silky despite his weird ability to find oneself mud, Aaron Burr, and assorted farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the priming. 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 hours together -- many hours working on obedience and tricks, and many hours just in each other 's company, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much clock time together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just trammel. He slid right into the role of `` best friend '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and gun muzzle, were things that I would n't do with a rule friend, not if we meant to stay put just friend. They were rule matter to do with a dog, all a part of the process of bonding and growing close together. I would n't hold ever described the outgrowth as `` falling in love '', but by the time a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my tenderness. 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 maturity just around the same time I was. I started seeing flare of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing peculiarity about that component of him. I do n't know how to report 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 twain of light jot, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his venter fur, but then I took it fully in my bridge player, and stroked. I felt him puff up almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and rubbed some more. He felt honorable and fond in my hand. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big fashion plate at the radix felt really matter to. Even though I knew a lot about dogs, I had n't known to await that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my hired hand around and felt the mickle of it. I pushed the case back a bit and saw a few inches of pinko, saw a trivial spurt of liquid, and then I got queasy about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his cervix and pinna 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 someone trying very hard not to look leery ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the opinion replayed in my head, and I lay in the night with my eyes closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the opinion still racing around. And so, the side by side day at around the Saami clock time, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a construction where we were n't visible from the firm, and I did n't make a great deal pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in answer immediately. That big extrusion started to fill my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that feel, so I kept stroking. The cocktail dress slipped back, and I got my world-class view of his stallion tool, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sorting of OK to calculate and to touch. He was jetting out spurts of liquid state now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the priming. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a long fourth dimension. I knew I was n't doing anything all that unlike 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 chores gave me a skilful ground to be in the b for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a manus job. I got used to how he liked to be touched, and was rewarded with more enthusiastic jabbing and humping. He got used to the routine and would zip over to our common slur as soon as we went in the barn, and tone at me expectantly, calling me over. intellection of dog prick started coming to me all through the rest of the day, virtually of all before bed time, waking up in the morning, and riding the school bus domicile, when I knew I 'd be doing `` job '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could imagine the knock length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot touch, the liquidness squirting against my hand, Lad 's heavy breathing in the lull of the b, and his warm doggy spirit overpowering the background smell of hay and twine and dust. Every time it came to listen I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every clock time, Sir Thomas More and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of curl my resign arm around his thorax, too, and he 'd catch that and know against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more commove when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an early October day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my head up under his chest, and his hind legs straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog dick, and when I jerked him, the first fountain splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to thrust a minuscule bit, and when I raised my drumhead up just a short, he was aimed right at my face. What a view ! It 's so unearthly, I do n't live why I 'm pumped up like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feeling of the atomiser against my hide, and I wanted more. I raised up a little high, scooted forward, and held the tip right in social movement of my mouth. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my face and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff was flying everywhere. I was anxious but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow him. My sass 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 side was getting dog-fucked. He felt the warmth around him, and my bridge player still around the infrastructure, and he humped like mad, not too bass, thankfully ( I could control that with my hired man ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my position and preserve from getting jabbed the ill-timed way as he fucked my look. One part of my brain thought it tasted uncanny, but a inscrutable part of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how tenacious it lasted. Probably not long. meter went sort of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my sassing 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 fend 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 aflutter all of a sudden that somebody would come out and trip up on me with my trouser down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and stuck his nose in where my fingers were and started licking me too. It was a drench down there, and he got his clapper right hand 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 lap, then lay down and wedged his head between my legs and seriously went to figure out. 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 initiatory time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing stars. I was holding in the stochasticity because I did n't want anyone to hear anything mistrustful, but when he tongued over my asshole a pair of clock time, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't avail it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand, and I rolled away onto my side. He walked around to see 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 dresser fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't like so lots, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his bureau fur for a piece and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : dungaree zipped up, back to the household, straight to the bedroom, avoid eye liaison with anyone else until dinner metre. Also, fend off eye striking and mumble answer to any interrogative sentence during dinner as well.

The next morning was a Sabbatum. I went out for a manner of walking after breakfast and just a few instant after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his promontory and we walked for a while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a spirit, 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 `` stick to me '' so I stepped in his charge and sure enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder to make sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the b, I knew what was up. I said, `` blaze yeah, cub, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a trot. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a pile of timber where I could sit comfortably a couple of pes off the priming coat, and I hiked my denim down. I was still unquiet about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would take a couple of hours, and dad was working on fence, which would retain him meddlesome 'til lunchtime. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my legs, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might think, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was run back and enjoy and let out some promote randomness when he hit the really proficient maculation. Good old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on waving of barker pleasure. Everything in my soundbox seemed to get loose and relaxed. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty upright, and I wanted a change-up from the stead he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a minuscule, dash forward, and rocked my articulatio coxae back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog tongue ran up my crack starting almost at the small of my cover. I reached down and pulled my impertinence apart a bit -- I felt so lustful with my legs back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that particular moment. Lad got the substance and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another uncanny feeling, but I wanted to keep 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 here and now as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same fourth dimension. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and pull myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his dick was out, hard and dripping. I slid under, took him in my oral cavity, and ran my lips right up to the international nautical mile, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog hawkshaw poking at the back of my pharynx for a moment. I just wanted to immerse all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a niggling clinch behind the knot, propping myself up with my other hired man and brace as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another hard, fast doggy facefuck. The wild component did n't finally too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more conscious than I 'd been the concluding time, and at a certain point I thought I noticed a change in the taste. Did n't matter. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt full of it. At that detail 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 certainly at least I would n't get caught literally bare-assed, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his section, mostly just stand up there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jets squirt my typeface, just for the smell of it. Things kind 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 quaternion under him, but for quite some time, it was n't to be. I was athirst for it, really hungry, but I was spooky, too. I wanted a dependable stretch of time when I could be sure of no disruption, and there just was n't any chance. I took him in my oral cavity any chance I could get, and lord knows how lots collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous day-to-day depository plus a few other morning bonus when I happened to get up in time for it. The more I had of him, the more I wanted. I loved having my face buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my lip, I felt full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a residue for a couple of workweek, though, when we had an important obeisance trial coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist in our relationship might mess things up when we had to contend together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any signs that he was anything other than his common, eager-to-please ego. LE rationally, I had a fear that I would step into the ring with him and suddenly everyone would just live what we had been doing together : `` Oh my god ! She 's absolutely full of dog cum ! It 's practically oozing out of her ! Disqualified ! '' I knew this was totally ridiculous and could not actually bump, and yet it was still intemperately to shake the image.

Long narrative short : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his side by side claim, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliments, and cipher appeared to suspect how much `` training time '' was spent with his tool in my face. 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 outride home by myself after the respect trial and take care of the home until everybody got back the next day. I 'd screw to severalize you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy little brains out for the rest of the day, and it 's not like I did n't try. We got out there, we fooled around for a while, I got down in billet and got his manus up on me, and he could n't get hold the mark. I mean, he 's a smart boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't remember he had any musical theme what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few prison term, he got the tip in me, including a span 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 maneuver him, but still, no luck. I was sweaty and frustrated 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 happy to do. That was squeamish, but not really satisfying, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his common routine outside. We tried again the side by side first light. Same result.

Well, when we 're caper training, I use a clicker. For complex tricks, it 's the solely way I 've found that 's accurate enough to let him know exactly when he 's done the in good order thing. He 's super tuned-in to it. So, after lunch, feeling both determined and a bit ridiculous, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, necking, and generally frisking around for a while, I slipped my pants off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the mark, after a few times, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his paws around me and depart humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to telephone circuit things up while also keeping ready to respond fast and give him a pawl at the in good order moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the right Angle or height or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the mess. Within a split second, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my mind that the maw he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have got a lot of clock 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 think 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 brain going, and I wanted to break off on a positively charged preeminence 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 tutelage of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No thirster in the heating system of the moment, I could think affair over. I decided I was n't bothered too much by the prospect 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 squeamish, and I had come to enjoy a thorough asslicking as a unconstipated voice of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best parts, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to ideate a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really prissy indeed. The estimate started to percolate.

Lad 's mind had evidently been turning matter over too, and he was starting to pester me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do stuff together ! '' way. There 's no way to know for sure as shooting, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his brainpower 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 just partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't silent enough to give him a shot at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some honorable lube around for perfectly legitimatise veterinary reasonableness, and I surreptitously carried some in the house and got my -- well, there 's no soft way to say `` I got my ass all slippery, '' but that 's what I did. Reaching around and getting a fingerbreadth 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, redress outside the door. 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 aware of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the storm fortunate color of the belatedly good afternoon sunbeam coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could go for. Lad was not worry in the conjuration. He was still bouncing around my dog in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jean off and got down on all fours, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another let down 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 shooting, and those front paw grabbed tight around my hips. If there had been any little thoughts in my head about backing out, that grasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a great feeling, being held miserly and just absolutely owned like that. His hind feet scrabbled around on the floor between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching poke. One struck my cheek, too far to the left wing. Then off to the right. act three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an column inch. I grunted in letdown as he pulled back, and then numeral four slammed it straight home hard, and I screamed. No pain at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to mention lubed up ), and it went right in. The thigh-slapper was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and thwarting pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few Sir Thomas More strokes, most of Lad 's generous duration had slid right up into me and I might have made a audio a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some wind out of me. Having found the fair game, there was no looking back for sonny boy Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me close already, but now those mitt cinched around my waistline like Fe, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his mastermind worked out the necessary angles to get as much dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a short to avail him out, and he shoved up a lilliputian farther. He was n't making recollective strokes, just really fast ones, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his footstep, but I pushed back against him hard and stabilise, 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 physical body well enough to bang exactly what was happening when his slub first bumped up against me. I did n't have any chance to think about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to urinate the determination 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 mistake, there was a whole fucking lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously immense like you read about in slow stories, but his grayback 's about the sizing of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already bury, that was plenty plenty to do me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, fullness, wetness and heating system ; 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 to the lowest degree externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may ingest 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 entire. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the floor and he rested his replete weight on me. I could reckon his posterior vellication 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 fille and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a strait to be heard.

I reached between my branch 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 sensitive and even the tiniest moves from him were startlingly acute. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my manus, but it was realise he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A short runnel ran up to my bellybutton. I looked back under my pectus but I still had my t-shirt on and could n't see anything. A dyad of free fall fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to savor him, and my script 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 fiddling quill of dog turncock that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and Forth River. Like I said, everything was super raw, and it only took a twinkle speck to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's putz ... then I could relax a instant and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was adept. I 'd like to believe I really blew his footling doggy mind, actually, but I 'm not for certain 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 arcminute or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his weight on my miserable binding, and had n't put his human foot back on the reason yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a trivial stream of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small shock, not really painful, but on the mete of being just a lilliputian bit scary, because he felt so Brobdingnagian as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little share of my mastermind started imagining us stuck forever. But of course of study not. There was one more puff that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long squirt of high pressure puppy seed flying out of me as the SEAL broke for a import. The insistence in me went down perceptibly, then with one more drag from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonial plop. His human foot hit the ground, his pecker bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thigh, leaving a couple of messy streaks, and he ambled a few feet away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a crouch position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a wide open air spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked crystalize 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 mess on the base 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 clothes back on and get inside for a hot shower bath, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his preparation. 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 view in my resourcefulness again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd mystify what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could hold anticipated. More intense, more fulfil, and all-around better. I already could n't expect for the adjacent time. Much later, I came to agnise how lucky we had been to give things turn out so well as they did, but at the fourth dimension it just seemed natural that Lad and I would connect in the outdo possible way.

You can opine that was n't the last time for us. Not by a prospicient shooter. In fact, I 'm reasonably sure we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a compromising young lady can get their bodies together, and if I had the right sort of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of pup to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the kitty all that often in any font, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the world-class few clip, or maybe the angle 's better for him ... I do n't know. I think he 's fundamentally just a furred little ass-lover who likes getting his prick stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough psyche to aim for what he wants, and no ground to settle for anything former than what he likes good. I 'm glad to give it to him ; actually, for me, the best feeling in the existence is getting down, spreading extensive, and letting him take 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 time when a stray showed up at our place. He was much swelled than Lad, more like a German Shepherd human body, with mostly smutty hair's-breadth, and a really cute face topped with acutely auricle, standing up tall. He had a red shoe collar, but no nametag. I did n't tell apart him, and I was pretty sure I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd roll, he 'd come a long 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 hold him around for a couple of days in typesetter's case anyone came looking for him, then try to line up him a home or get him to the protection. We get stray or abandoned cats and wienerwurst at our place often enough, but he was the only if large, attractive, and intact manful dog that I can recollect. After getting to know him for the kickoff day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll narrate you. He was a big colleague, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to retrieve about. It was going to be fond that night, and I asked if I could take a duet of blanket and have a sleep-out overnight in the b ( nothing unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer nights ). What I had in nous seemed a little risky, but I knew I was n't potential to be bothered or checked on during the nighttime unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made enough dissonance to wake somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my clobber out that night ( including some books and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly prohibit from giving him a figure, fifty I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy little nest atop a layer of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the flashlight once it got wickedness. By that metre, both hound were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't want to wait any 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 hired man strayed to more interesting district. kickoff Lad got a nice stroke, 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 coup d'oeil 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 get quite the same sense of adventure anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new dominion, with a lilliputian edge of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm indisputable both dogs were well mindful of the olfaction of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental 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 upset about getting caught in the heart of a dog combat, but New Dog was too mellowly for that kind of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to clobber my font and neck opening. `` covetous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few chance event and a suck just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to establish him waitress too long. I killed the flashlight and got my pants off. There was sufficiency 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 spatial relation, and he sank it in me on the one-third try. That got about half his length up my ass -- of class it was the ass, that 's sonny boy for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with exceptional force-out, even for him. I can only assume that the presence of the early dog had him riled up, because he put a steel clench on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't in conclusion very long. His international nautical mile bumped up against me and he simply found an extra little bit of effectiveness somewhere in him and shoved it straight in. I always like the belief of being taken by Lad, really being owned by him, but this was pugnacious stuff even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to decompress significantly. I leaned forward and felt him shift his weight with me, as the familiar wet pressure began building deep inside me.

I was just about to get to back and leave myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to scrutinise the spot, and he inspected it by running his natural language 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 freak out and try to turn over around and start a squabble 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 SOB. Thankfully, Lad seemed to be blissed out, and was n't at all bothered about anything else that might be going on around my support end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really dear -- that tongue was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where cub was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's testicle must take in been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trails of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the root of his prick a few licks in the summons, but if so, Lad did n't respond, he just kept pumping me to the full, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and climb on me, which obviously was n't going to work. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few sentence and get me a short surfactant than I already was. I was a sloppy, sticky doggie tidy sum, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my legs and any former bit of me he could jab his tool at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big wavelet chill pass through my trunk, and then I felt Lad 's offset tugs as he tried to loose himself. A healthy current of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the germ of it just as Lad gave another hard tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the whole mussiness 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 good observer and a fast apprentice, because he had his paws up on me the take irregular that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any aid from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a trouncing from Laddie. New Dog had a naturally undecomposed angle and had trivial trouble sliding into my wet pickle. He was way bigger than sonny boy, and however mellow he may have been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went crazy. I could n't do anything, really. His hips must deliver been a blur, 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 auditory sensation was probably not all that loud in world, but at the meter, it seemed unbelievably forte in my auricle, and I felt as certain as I ever had that individual was going to listen the noise, come out, and discover me. New Dog had no such business, and any thoughts I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big ball of New Dog knot slid in and grew pixilated inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one yap while a unlike dog 's cum is still dripping out of another yap, but it 's pretty awful, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd arise up together, after all. By comparison, this was about null other than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly accept 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 it of him, each throbbing and small fry made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a bang when he pulled out. I wish I could cause seen the blowup coming out of me, but as soon as it came, he had his nuzzle up against me again, licking and cleaning until I was too sensible to take up even a single salt lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the opening, was coming over to receive a second go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both detent for quite some clock time in the quiet starlight. I do n't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the strait of Lad whining in my ear. His cock was peeking out. He definitely wanted some more ass, but I still was n't fix for that again yet. I sucked him off, then rolled over and dozed off again with a happy belly full phase of the moon of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hour before sunrise.

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

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life sentence '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 quondam. I 've got choices ahead of me. I want to quell and keep on 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 pocket-size farm these day, 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 analyze Ag, but would lad amount with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one nursing home. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would deal for him ? I do n't know how to face the big vacate blank space that 'd he 'd lead in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the clip I can have.

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