funny how thing work out. You grow up reading record book and fairy story, watching Walt Disney flick, and you 're pretty certainly you 're going to induce a summertime romance, to devolve in blissful common love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could sprain out to be a big, brilliant border collie with a eldritch back-door orientation. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow stream 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 name 's irrelevant, and you 'll figure I 'm just making it up, but I 'll put it in anyway. I 'm Amy. I guess I 'm writing to solve thing out, or get them off my dresser, to a certain extent, and it feels more very if I put my public figure on it. My fellow is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible gens. Sometimes he 's lad, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a large dog by any way, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly lightlessness, a deep glistening opprobrious, with a flannel brilliance on his chest, a little more Edward D. White on his brow and behind his ears, and a couple of spotty Elwyn Brooks White windsock. We keep that fur nice and clean and satiny despite his preternatural ability to come up mud, burrs, and various farmyard byproducts. Right now, he 's busily patroling the grounds. When he decides he has a job to do, he devotes himself to it very single-mindedly.

I picked Lad out as a pup, and as he grew up, we spent hours together -- many hours working on obedience and conjuration, and many hours just in each early 's company, walking around together as I did chores, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much time together, working together, playing together, and touching each early, you just Bond. He slid right into the office of `` best 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 rest just friends. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a part of the unconscious process of soldering and growing close together. I would n't have ever described the summons as `` falling in passion '', but by the time a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big position in my heart. 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 flash bulb of pink under his belly every once in a piece, and I felt some growing rarity about that part of him. I do n't get laid how to account for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, oddment boiled over and I reached down under his belly and stroked him along his sheath. First, it was a couple of light feeling, 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 helping hand back, then reached in again and itch some more. He felt well and warm in my hand. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big swell at the Base felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about dogs, I had n't known to bear that and was n't entirely for sure what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the sheath back a bit and saw a few in of 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 ear 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 individual trying very hard not to look suspicious ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the feeling replayed in my forefront, and I lay in the darkness with my centre closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the thoughts still racing around. And so, the succeeding day at around the Same fourth dimension, I called him over to take the air with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the house, and I did n't make practically pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in response immediately. That big bulge started to fill my hand up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty undecomposed, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my number one prospect of his total cock, knot and all. It looked strange to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed form of OK to face and to tint. He was jetting out spurts of liquid state now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a long prison term. 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 Thomas More than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a daily number for us. My afternoon task gave me a good rationality to be in the barn 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 touch as soon as we went in the b, and facial expression at me expectantly, calling me over. Thoughts of dog tool started coming to me all through the rest of the day, well-nigh of all before bed metre, waking up in the morning, and riding the school bus home, when I knew I 'd be doing `` chore '' soon. It hit almost all my good sense. I could imagine the garden pink length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot touch, the liquid squirting against my hand, Lad 's heavy ventilation in the quiet of the barn, and his warm doggy olfactory perception overpowering the desktop smell of hay and twine and junk. Every time it came to mind I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every time, Thomas More and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of roll my free people arm around his chest, too, and he 'd catch that and hump against it. I liked that opinion ; it was more exciting when he seemed to really get into it. But one good afternoon, probably an betimes October day, I decided to lie down and slide underneath him. With my top dog up under his breast, and his hind legs straddling my shank, I was looking straight up at dog prick, and when I jerked him, the first jets splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to lunge a picayune bit, and when I raised my header up just a little, he was aimed right at my face. What a view ! It 's so weird, I do n't know why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the feeling of the nebuliser against my skin, and I wanted more. I raised up a slight eminent, scooted forward, and held the tip right in movement of my mouth. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my case and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the material was flying everywhere. I was aflutter but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to immerse 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 warmth around him, and my mitt 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 do by just to keep my placement and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my face. One part of my learning ability thought it tasted weird, but a rich persona of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not sure how long it lasted. Probably not long. Time went kind of fuzzy for me. He slowed down and stood still, but kept filling my mouth for a recollective time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a spate, and I could n't stand it ; I unbuttoned my jeans and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more spooky all of a sudden that individual would come out and stumble on me with my bloomers down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and perplex his nozzle in where my fingers were and started licking me too. It was a swamp down there, and he got his knife right wing in. I lifted up my coxa and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast licks, then lay down and wedged his head between my leg and seriously went to work. Remember I said he really devotes himself to a job ? I spread myself for him and squirmed around and he licked every bit of me. It was the first time I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing stars. I was holding in the interference because I did n't want anyone to listen anything suspicious, but when he tongued over my bastard a match 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 support, and I rolled away onto my slope. He walked around to attend 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 lots, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his bureau fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : dungaree zipped up, back to the house, straight to the bedroom, avoid eye contact with anyone else until dinner time. Also, avoid eye striking and mussitate answers to any questions during dinner party as well.

The next morning was a Sabbatum. I went out for a walkway 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 foreland and we walked for a piece quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a look, coming back in to poke at me again. He backed up and gave me a barque and all of a sudden I was pretty sure enough it meant `` comply me '' so I stepped in his management and sure as shooting enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder joint to make believe sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the b, I knew what was up. I said, `` pit yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a pony. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a quite a little of lumber where I could sit comfortably a couple of feet off the priming, and I hiked my dungaree down. I was still nervous about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in townspeople for errands that would learn a duo of 60 minutes, and dad was working on fencing, which would keep him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my pelvis forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my wooden leg, ears back, licking ... not frantically, like you might think, but very determinedly. All over. All I had to do was lean back and enjoy and let out some promote interference when he hit the really skilful spots. respectable old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on wafture of doggy pleasure. Everything in my body seemed to get loosen and slacken. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty expert, and I wanted a change-up from the piazza he 'd been licking so I pulled my human knee back a little, scooted forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog knife ran up my crack starting almost at the little of my rear. I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart a bit -- I felt so lewd with my branch back in the air and my ass spreading, but I was mostly past caring about it at that picky moment. Lad got the content and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his lingua right up in it. Another weird feeling, but I wanted to observe going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an amaze power to get that tongue right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one Thomas More really mind-blowing moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same fourth dimension. Then I had to say `` enough, Lad ! '' and rive myself back from him.

I hopped down and checked him out and, no surprise, his prick was out, hard and dripping. I slid under, took him in my oral fissure, and ran my sass right up to the slub, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick thrust 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 little credit crunch behind the knot, propping myself up with my other deal and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another laborious, fast doggy 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 conscious than I 'd been the last time, and at a certain spot I thought I noticed a alteration 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 knockout and tight as we could get, but I was starting to get spooky 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 share, mostly just fend there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jet plane squirt my font, just for the feeling of it. matter kind of slowly wound down ; I gave him some dearie and composed myself and we walked nonchalantly outside.

I was dreaming of getting down on all quatern under him, but for quite some time, it was n't to be. I was athirst for it, really hungry, but I was flighty, too. I wanted a good stretch of time when I could be sure of no gap, and there just was n't any chance. I took him in my sassing any prospect I could get, and lord knows how a great deal collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous day-to-day depository plus a few early dawning fillip when I happened to get up in time for it. The Thomas 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 mouth, I felt full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a rest for a couple of weeks, though, when we had an significant respect trial coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new kink in our 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 early than his usual, eager-to-please self. LE rationally, I had a fear that I would step into the doughnut with him and suddenly everyone would just know 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 take place, and yet it was still unvoiced to shake the image.

Long story short : We totally aced the tryout, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a long time. We got many compliment, and cypher appeared to surmise how a great deal `` training time '' was spent with his hawkshaw in my look. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an excellent chance as the rest of the kinsfolk was taking a misstep to an auction bridge, but I 'd arranged to ride out home plate by myself after the obedience trial and take aid of the position until everybody got back the future day. I 'd love to recite you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy little psyche out for the residual of the day, and it 's not like I did n't try. We got out there, we fooled around for a while, I got down in position and got his paws up on me, and he could n't find the target. I mean, he 's a bright boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just do n't think he had any approximation what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few multiplication, he got the tip in me, including a pair 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 lot. I was sweaty and thwart and decided to holler it quits before I got really impatient with him for something that was n't his geological fault. I let him lick me out, which he was happy to do. That was prissy, 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 everyday outside. We tried again the side by side morning. Lapplander result.

wellspring, when we 're magic training, I use a clicker. For complex tricks, it 's the merely way I 've found that 's exact enough to let him sleep together exactly when he 's done the right matter. He 's super tuned-in to it. So, after lunch, feeling both determined and a bit idiotic, I took the dog and the clicker to the barn. After playing, petting, and generally frisking around for a piece, I slipped my gasp off and got on all fours again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the cross, after a few times, he 'd get the idea.

He was eager as ever, happy to put his paws around me and start humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line things up while also keeping ready to react fast and give him a dog at the correctly import. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find oneself the right angle or height or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. 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 hole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of metre to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a endorse later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to think things over ; I gave him a clink for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his head going, and I wanted to break 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 guardianship of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heating system of the moment, I could suppose things over. I decided I was n't bothered too very much by the chance 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 enjoy a thorough asslicking as a regular parting of my playtime with Lad -- one of the effective parts, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easygoing to imagine a bit more going a bit recondite and feeling even nicer. Maybe really squeamish indeed. The estimate started to percolate.

Lad 's head had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to tease me in his, `` Hey, let 's go do farce together ! '' way. There 's no way to roll in the hay for sure, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his nous what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` work. '' Well, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the lonesome partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't mute enough to generate him a shaft at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some goodness lubricant around for perfectly legitimatize veterinary reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the house and got my -- well, there 's no delicate 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, right 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 cognisant of the warm, cold, hay-scented air, and the surprise golden color of the late afternoon sunray coming through the slat. It was, honestly, about as magical as you could trust. Lad was not interested in the thaumaturgy. He was still bouncing around my heels in expectancy. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my dungaree off and got down on all fours, 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 find out, because Lad was up on me like a shot, and those front paws grabbed tight around my hips. If there had been any little mentation in my question about backing out, that clutch would have done away with them. God, it 's such a great feeling, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hind feet scrabbled around on the base between my stage, and I felt the common, searching thrust. One struck my cheek, too far to the left. Then off to the rightfield. bit three hit me square in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an inch. I grunted in letdown as he pulled back, and then numeral four slammed it straight home backbreaking, and I screamed. No pain 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 latent hostility and frustration pouring out in one big firing as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few more strokes, most of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might have made a speech sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some wind out of me. Having found the butt, there was no looking back for laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me plastered already, but now those paw cinched around my waistline like atomic number 26, and he got his hindquarters closer. His back end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his brain worked out the requirement angles to get as much tool in me as possible. I shifted myself a lilliputian to help him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making long fortuity, just really debauched ones, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his rate, but I pushed back against him hard and steady, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those long spurts that would jet out whenever I would buck him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's figure well enough to know exactly what was happening when his knot first bumped up against me. I did n't have any fortune to opine about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force out to take 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 misunderstanding, there was a whole screwing lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously Brobdingnagian like you read about in dumb taradiddle, but his mi 's about the size of a lemon, and added to the distance he 'd already buried, that was plenty enough to make me feel stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure sensation, fullness, wetness and heat energy ; 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 understructure were still shifting a bit, and he may birth been a little unquiet about the tie, but in any case he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me full. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind legs left the floor and he rested his good weight on me. I could think his rump twitching as he kept jetting into me. I took a trench breath and the olfactory sensation of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and miss and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a speech sound to be heard.

I reached between my branch and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a fiddling bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small yelp out of me. I felt really, really raw and even the tiniest moves from him were startlingly vivid. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my hand, but it was clear he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A little rivulet ran up to my belly button. I looked back under my pectus but I still had my t-shirt on and could n't see anything. A couple of drops fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the stale story. I really wanted to sample him, and my hand was still wet, but ... I could n't, not after it 'd been in my ass. I reached back again and massaged myself slowly from back near my motherfucker, and the little shaft of dog shaft that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and forth. Like I said, everything was tiptop sensitive, and it only took a light touch to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's cock ... then I could relax a minute and do it again. I do n't love what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd like to think I really blew his little 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 blue back, and had n't put his foot back on the ground yet. He 'd tug, and I 'd feel a little flow of his cum leak out of me, and then another. Each tug was a small shock, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a little bit chilling, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly lilliputian again, and some stupid little region of my brain started imagining us baffle forever. But of grade not. There was one more pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a yearn spurt of richly pressure puppy seeded player flying out of me as the seal broke for a moment. The pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His feet hit the ground, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my second joint, leaving a couple of messy stripe, and he ambled a few metrical unit away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting position and my ass let out a stream of Laddie-juice like a all-encompassing open spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked clear through. I did n't, though, so it was the floor board that got soaked, and I would not get liked to deliver to explicate that wet great deal on the trading 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 wearing apparel 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 clean himself afterwards and wo n't get up and go anywhere until he 's cleaned up to his gratification. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot shower and replaying the scene in my imagination again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd incur what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could give anticipated. More intense, more solid, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the adjacent clip. Much later, I came to realize how lucky we had been to have thing turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed natural that Lad and I would link in the best possible way.

You can suppose that was n't the last metre for us. Not by a long shot. In fact, I 'm passably sure we 've coupled up just about every way a hopeful horny dog and a flexible lady friend can get their bodies together, and if I had the rightfield sort of chromosomes, we 'd give a lot of puppies to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the snatch all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first few meter, or maybe the angle 's considerably for him ... I do n't lie with. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his prick stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough brains to aim for what he wants, and no reason to take root for anything other than what he likes best. I 'm glad to give it to him ; actually, for me, the Best tactual sensation in the man is getting down, spreading panoptic, and letting him take whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those paws wrap around me, knowing we 'll soon be locked tight.

It 's only ever been me and Lad with the exception of one time when a stray showed up at our blank space. He was much bad than Lad, more like a German Shepherd build, with mostly black hair, and a really cute fount topped with piercing pinna, standing up tall. He had a red choker, but no nametag. I did n't recognize him, and I was pretty sure I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd rove, he 'd come a long way. He was favorable and easy-going and got along OK with Lad and the other animate being around the lieu, so we figured we 'd keep him around for a dyad of days in guinea pig anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a home or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned cats and wienerwurst at our lieu often enough, but he was the only orotund, attractive, and intact Male dog that I can remember. After getting to jazz him for the first day, I ... well, I was really queer about him, I 'll severalise you. He was a big boyfriend, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to think about. It was going to be tender that night, and I asked if I could take a couple of mantle 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 mind seemed a footling risky, but I knew I was n't in all probability to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of twinkle, or made enough racket to stir up person.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that nighttime ( including some books and a torch ), and New Dog -- I was expressly interdict from giving him a name, lest I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfy little cuddle atop a stratum of hay Basel, and read one of my Word of God, switching on the torch once it got dark. By that sentence, both dogs 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 piece, just to get us all comfortable together. Eventually, my script strayed to more interesting district. First Lad got a nice stroke, then I gave New Dog a slight rub along his case. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my first real glimpse of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd pay off in a turn with Lad, which was great, but did n't possess quite the Same mother wit of dangerous undertaking anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new territory, with a little edge of precariousness to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure both cad were well cognizant of the smell of me. I ducked in to collapse New Dog an observational little suck. He stood still and did n't respond much, other than releasing a few copious squirt that splashed against the binding of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly worried about getting caught in the center of a dog fight, but New Dog was too high for that sort of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to work my face and neck. `` jealous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a suck just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mood to have 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 barn, 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 base 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 particular strength, even for him. I can only adopt that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel grip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't in conclusion very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an extra minuscule bit of force 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 stuff even by his standards. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him budge his weight with me, as the conversant wet pressure began building cryptic inside me.

I was just about to turn over back and give myself a rub, but I got a electric 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 knife all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a present moment I was once again worried that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and begin a tiff with the early dog. I could n't quite depiction what would occur 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 expert -- 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 have been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the lead of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's ball and the source of his dick a few lap in the process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me full, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and mount me, which obviously was n't going to work. He just managed to know against my thigh a few times and get me a small wetting agent than I already was. I was a sloppy, gummy doggy mess, with one dog hosing my interior, and one spritzing my ramification and any other bit of me he could jab his cock at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his peter in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big wavelet quiver pass through my consistency, and then I felt Lad 's first tug as he tried to discharge himself. A healthy flow of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's muzzle. He licked upward to the generator of it just as Lad gave another intemperate tug and pulled himself straight out. The old familiar `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the whole passel 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 cube once or twice before or he was a honorable observer and a fast learner, because he had his paws up on me the exact irregular 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 good Angle and had little bother sliding into my wet kettle of fish. He was way heavy than sonny boy, and however mellow he may have been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went half-baked. I could n't do anything, really. His rosehip must induce been a fuzz, and what was really surprising was the distance of the stroke he managed. He was n't just fast, but unlike Lad, he pulled way back before slamming in again. The wet slapping sound was probably not all that loud in reality, but at the time, it seemed unbelievably loud in my ears, and I felt as sealed as I ever had that someone was going to hear the noise, get out, and discover me. New Dog had no such headache, and any intellection I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big orb of New Dog mile slid in and grew crocked inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one mess while a unlike dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hollow, but it 's moderately awesome, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this sentence. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendly relationship ; we 'd grown up together, after all. By comparing, this was about nothing other 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 soft to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of him, each throbbing and squirt made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a rush when he pulled out. I wish I could sustain seen the flush 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 sensitive to take even a unity lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the possible action, 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 dogs for quite some time in the quiet down starlight. I do n't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the audio 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 common about half an 60 minutes before sunrise.

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

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biography '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 get under one's skin older. I 've got choice ahead of me. I want to persist 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 small farm these daytime, but he also thinks that a girl ca n't run a shoes like this anyway, and I want to try out him wrongly. I do n't bed. Maybe I 'll go away and hit the books Ag, but would lad come with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one home. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would care for him ? I do n't know how to face the big hollow space that 'd he 'd give 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 think about the big questions later. I 'm going to go get my fill of Lad while I can .