Funny how things work out. You grow up reading Bible and fairy story, watching Walter Elias Disney pic, and you 're pretty sure you 're going to have a summer romance, to return in blissful mutual love with someone shadow and well-favored and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could reverse out to be a big, brainy borderline collie with a weird back-door taste. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slowly stream of collie cream leaking out my ass, while I type out my thoughts. I 'm not at all dissatisfy with thing, 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 work matter out, or get them off my chest of drawers, 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 pliable gens. Sometimes he 's cub, or cub Boy, cub Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any phone number of former variations. He responds to all of them. He 's not a great dog by any means, but he 's big for his stock. He 's mostly black, a deep glossy dark, with a Caucasian blaze on his chest, a little more ashen on his forehead and behind his ears, and a pair of spotty ashen socks. We keep that fur squeamish and fairly and silky despite his uncanny ability to find mud, Burr, and respective farmyard spin-off. 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 tricks, and many time of day just in each former 's caller, walking around together as I did job, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much time together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the purpose of `` best admirer '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his os frontale and muzzle, were things that I would n't do with a rule friend, not if we meant to stay just friends. They were normal things to do with a dog, all a part of the operation of soldering and growing close up together. I would n't stimulate ever described the process as `` falling in love '', but by the time a yr had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my heart. I missed him and thought of him during the day when I was at schooltime, and looked forward to seeing him when I got home.

The timing worked out so that he was growing into his adulthood just around the Sami prison term I was. I started seeing flashes of pinko under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't have sex how to account for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, curio boiled over and I reached down under his paunch and stroked him along his sheath. First, it was a pair of unhorse contact, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his abdomen fur, but then I took it fully in my bridge player, and stroked. I felt him tumefy almost immediately, pulled my manus back, then reached in again and itch some more. He felt good and tender in my hired man. His hindquarters started twitching, and the big swell at the foundation felt really occupy. Even though I knew a lot about weenie, I had n't known to carry that and was n't entirely indisputable what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the passel of it. I pushed the sheath 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 bridge player away. I casually scratched his neck and ear for a minute of arc or two more and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like soul trying very hard not to look wary ).

As I lay in bed that eventide, though, the feel replayed in my caput, and I lay in the dark with my eyes closed, but my brainpower still agitated. I did n't get to sleep easily, and I woke up early with the intellection still racing around. And so, the following day at around the same clock time, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a building where we were n't visible from the family, and I did n't seduce much pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in reception immediately. That big swelling started to occupy my bridge player up, and he started thrusting emphatically. I thought he must be feeling pretty good, and I liked giving him that feeling, so I kept stroking. The sheath slipped back, and I got my first eyeshot of his intact rooster, knot and all. It looked unknown to me, but it was a share of Lad, so it seemed form of OK to look and to contact. He was jetting out spirt of liquid now. Some of it splashed his chest fur, and some of it went on the land. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a prospicient sentence. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI technical school would do when he takes guardianship of a pig or stallion, but deep down I also knew I was feeling more than that. I was feeling turned on.

This quickly became a daily procedure for us. My afternoon chores gave me a good grounds to be in the barn for a while every day, and so every day Lad would get a script 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 subroutine and would zip over to our common slur as soon as we went in the b, and flavor at me expectantly, calling me over. sentiment of dog putz started coming to me all through the ease of the day, near of all before bed time, waking up in the morning, and riding the schoolhouse bus dwelling house, when I knew I 'd be doing `` task '' soon. It hit almost all my skunk. I could reckon the garden pink length of it sliding out bright against his venter fur, the hot soupcon, the liquid squirting against my hand, Lad 's heavy breathing in the tranquillity of the barn, and his warm bow-wow smell overpowering the background signal smell of hay and string and dust. Every time it came to take care I 'd get wrapped up in the fancy and every clip, more and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd sort of curl my justify arm around his dresser, too, and he 'd seize that and hump against it. I liked that feeling ; it was more commove when he seemed to really get into it. But one good 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 legs straddling my waistline, I was looking straight up at dog dick, and when I jerked him, the first jet-propelled plane splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my neck. I was holding him near the base, he was starting to hurtle a lilliputian bit, and when I raised my headspring up just a small, he was aimed right at my look. 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 spray against my pelt, and I wanted more. I raised up a small gamey, scooted forward, and held the tip right field in front of my mouthpiece. Jets of dog cum -- precum, I guess -- were splashing off my look and dripping off now, and as he thrust and jerked around, the stuff and nonsense was flying everywhere. I was skittish but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to swallow him. My lips parted, I guided him into my mouth, and there we were. I could n't profess 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 hand still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too inscrutable, thankfully ( I could control that with my script ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my location and keep from getting jabbed the wrong way as he fucked my facial expression. One part of my learning ability thought it tasted weird, but a deeper part of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so mighty, hammering away at me. I 'm not for 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 oral cavity for a long clock time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a muddle, and I could n't stand it ; I unbuttoned my jean and started rubbing myself. Even though I 'd just been underneath my dog enthusiastically sucking him off, I was somehow even more nervous all of a sudden that individual would come out and stumble on me with my pants down. But I needed some rilievo. 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 swamp down there, and he got his lingua right in. I lifted up my pelvic girdle 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 off clip I 'd ever felt anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing headliner. I was holding in the noises because I did n't desire anyone to hear anything shady, but when he tongued over my asshole a distich of times, I yelped ( I was surprised, and could n't help it ). He would n't let up, either. Finally I had all I could stand, and I rolled away onto my slope. He walked around to front 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 thorax fur ) and gave him a big hug ( which he does n't care so a lot, but tolerates ) and then just buried my face in his dresser fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the family, straight to the sleeping accommodation, avoid eye contact with anyone else until dinner time. Also, avoid eye contact and mumble response to any questions during dinner as well.

The next sunup was a Saturday. I went out for a paseo 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 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 bark and all of a sudden I was pretty sure it meant `` abide by me '' so I stepped in his direction and indisputable enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder joint to relieve oneself sure I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` infernal region yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a trot. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a great deal of baseball bat where I could sit comfortably a twain of feet off the ground, and I hiked my blue jean down. I was still uneasy about getting caught in the raw with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would fill a couple of hour, and dad was working on fence, which would stay fresh him busy 'til lunchtime. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, gun muzzle in between my legs, auricle 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 boost noises when he hit the really good spots. Good old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on waves of doggy pleasure. Everything in my body seemed to get light and relaxed. I remembered the quickly ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty practiced, and I wanted a change-up from the places he 'd been licking so I pulled my knees back a petty, scooted forward, and rocked my hip joint back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog lingua ran up my crack starting almost at the small of my back. I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart a bit -- I felt so raunchy with my legs back in the air and my ass bedspread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that particular second. Lad got the message and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another weird feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing power to get that tongue right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my hindquarters out and I had one more really mind-bending moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same 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 peter was out, hard and dripping. I slid under, took him in my backtalk, and ran my backtalk right up to the air mile, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog dick poking at the back of my pharynx for a import. I just wanted to bury all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a little squeeze play behind the naut mi, propping myself up with my other hand and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another hard, dissolute bow-wow facefuck. The unwarranted part did n't go too long, then he relaxed and just squirted into me over and over. I was a little more conscious than I 'd been the terminal time, and at a sealed head I thought I noticed a change in the mouthful. 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 spot I wanted him in me, really in me, coupled as hard and wet as we could get, but I was starting to get flighty about getting caught. I pulled up my drawers to make certain at least I would n't get caught literally bare-assed, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few reverse lightning squirt my facial expression, just for the feeling of it. Things form 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 fourth dimension, it was n't to be. I was thirsty for it, really thirsty, but I was nervous, too. I wanted a good stretch of meter when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any opportunity. I took him in my sass any luck I could get, and overlord knows how practically collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my pharynx. It was a generous day by day deposit plus a few early morn bonus when I happened to get up in clip for it. The more I had of him, the more I wanted. I loved having my cheek buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the feeling 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 rest for a twain of hebdomad, though, when we had an important obedience tribulation coming up. I was, not without reason, worried that this new twist 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 preindication that he was anything other than his common, eager-to-please self. Less rationally, I had a fright that I would abuse into the band 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 derisory and could not actually bump, and yet it was still hard to agitate the image.

Long narration suddenly : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a long fourth dimension. We got many compliments, and nobody appeared to mistrust how much `` training meter '' was spent with his pecker in my face. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very same day afforded me an splendid opportunity as the balance of the family was taking a trip-up to an vendue, but I 'd arranged to delay nursing home by myself after the obeisance tryout and take care of the place until everybody got back the next day. I 'd eff to tell you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy little brains 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 spell, I got down in position and got his paws up on me, and he could n't recover the mark. I mean, he 's a voguish boy, and aegir to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that emplacement. I just do n't consider he had any theme what the objective really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few multiplication, 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 luck. 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 fault. I let him lick me out, which he was happy to do. That was nice, but not really live up to, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the evening, while he busied himself with his usual routine outside. We tried again the next morning. Same result.

Well, when we 're whoremonger training, I use a clicker. For complex tricks, it 's the only if way I 've found that 's exact enough to let him know exactly when he 's done the properly thing. He 's ace 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 pant off and got on all tetrad again. I figured if I gave him a click when he hit the mark, after a few sentence, 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 stemma matter up while also keeping ready to react fast and give him a detent at the aright moment. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to find the decent slant or acme or whatever would make it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a rive sec, three things happened : I hit the clicker reflexively, he pulled right out again, and then it registered in my idea that the hole he 'd hit had been my ass. I did n't have a lot of time to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a indorsement later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to believe thing over ; I gave him a dog for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clicks was enough to get his mental capacity going, and I wanted to kick downstairs off on a incontrovertible note rather than getting thoroughly frustrated with him again. So I had him hop off me, and we horsed around, just playing for a patch. He accompanied me as I took precaution of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heat of the here and now, I could remember things over. I decided I was n't bothered too a lot by the prospect of taking him in the ass. It 's a pleasantly spiritualist spot for me ; I had occasionally fingered myself there ever since I was old enough to start figuring out what felt nice, and I had come to savor a thorough asslicking as a unconstipated office of my playtime with Lad -- one of the best contribution, in fact. The tactile sensation when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was easy to imagine a bit more going a bit deeper and feeling even nicer. Maybe really gracious indeed. The idea started to percolate.

Lad 's brain had evidently been turning thing 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, but I felt pretty certain that he 'd been working over in his encephalon what the clicker had been telling him. Now he wanted to get back to `` work. '' wellspring, OK.

I was n't experienced in these things at all ; Lad was the exclusively spouse I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't speechless enough to collapse him a nip at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to have some good lube around for perfectly legalize veterinary reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the home 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 finger in there is just awkward and unsatisfying ; it 's not enough, I wanted more, I wanted Lad, I wanted to get pounded, not fingered.

I stepped outside. Lad was waiting, somewhat impatiently, right outside the 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 mindful of the warm, stale, hay-scented air, and the surprising gold color of the late good afternoon sunbeams coming through the slat. It was, honestly, about as magic as you could hope. Lad was not worry in the conjuring trick. He was still bouncing around my heels in prediction. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jeans off and got down on all fours, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappoint 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 guessing, and those look hand grabbed tight around my pelvic girdle. If there had been any piffling thoughts in my headspring about backing out, that range would have got done away with them. God, it 's such a great feel, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hind fundament scrabbled around on the floor between my branch, and I felt the usual, searching jabs. One struck my cheek, too far to the left. Then off to the right. Number three hit me second power in the ass, but it went in only maybe a fraction of an in. I grunted in disappointment as he pulled back, and then turn four slammed it straight home heavy, 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 tension and frustration pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few More shot, nearly of Lad 's generous length had slid right up into me and I might deliver made a sound a lot like `` woof '' myself as he hit me so intemperate it knocked some fart out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for sonny Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me close already, but now those mitt cinched around my waist like branding iron, and he got his tail end closer. His book binding end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his brain worked out the necessary angles to get as a great deal hawkshaw in me as potential. I shifted myself a little to help him out, and he shoved up a little farther. He was n't making long diagonal, just really fast 1, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could match his tread, but I pushed back against him intemperate and unwavering, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those long 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 anatomy well enough to bonk exactly what was happening when his knot first bumped up against me. I did n't experience any chance to call back about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the force to make 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 mistake, there was a whole fucking lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in dumb stories, but his knot 's about the sizing of a lemon, and added to the length he 'd already swallow, that was plenty enough to wee-wee me find stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt pressure, fullness, wetness and hotness ; 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 soused inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. Things had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His substructure were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little queasy about the tie, but in any eccentric 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 level and he rested his total weight on me. I could ideate his tail twitch as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep breath and the smell of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and little girl and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard.

I reached between my wooden leg and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a little bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a diminished yelp out of me. I felt really, really tender and even the petite relocation from him were startlingly intense. I felt myself leak a bit when he pulled, and it ran over my mitt, but it was clear he was n't coming all the way out any time soon. A little streamlet ran up to my navel point. I looked back under my dresser but I still had my t-shirt on and could n't see anything. A match of drop-off fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the dusty floor. I really wanted to savor him, and my helping 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 shit, and the little spear of dog rooster that was still exposed there, all the way forward, and back and forth, back and Forth. Like I said, everything was super sensible, and it only took a Light touch to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's prick ... then I could unwind a minute and do it again. I do n't know what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd like to trust 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 for certain how long that tie lasted. Probably not as long as it seemed, but it was n't just a bit or two either. Eventually he started shifting around and tugging more frequently, though he was still resting his free weight on my lower back, and had n't put his infantry 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 little stupor, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a niggling bit scary, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My hole suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupefied short parting of my brain started imagining us stuck forever. But of grade not. There was one More pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a farsighted spurt of luxuriously pressure puppy semen flying out of me as the seal broke for a moment. The insistence in me went down perceptibly, then with one Thomas More pull from Lad, he slid right out with an unceremonious plop. His metrical foot hit the ground, his dick bounced and bobbled against the inside of my thighs, leaving a distich of messy bar, and he ambled a few feet away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting position and my ass let out a flow of Laddie-juice like a wide open spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would cause gotten soaked clear through. I did n't, though, so it was the floor board that got soaked, and I would not have liked to cause to explain that wet mess on the floor if anyone had been around to slip up across it. With no dog covering me, I found I was suddenly chilly, so I hurried to get all my dress back on and get inside for a hot exhibitioner, 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 satisfaction. I enjoyed winding down quietly in the hot shower and replaying the prospect in my mental imagery again and again as I worked up a soapy lather and scrubbed all over. I 'd gotten what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than I ever could birth anticipated. More intense, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't wait for the next time. Much later, I came to realize how prosperous we had been to take things turn out so well as they did, but at the metre it just seemed natural that Lad and I would relate in the best possible way.

You can guess that was n't the last meter for us. Not by a long shot. In fact, I 'm moderately sure we 've coupled up just about every way a brilliant horny dog and a flexible female child can get their organic structure together, and if I had the right variety of chromosomes, we 'd take in a lot of pup to explain. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the slit all that often in any case, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first-class honours degree few meter, or maybe the angle 's full for him ... I do n't love. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry minuscule ass-lover who likes getting his hawkshaw stuck up some cockeyed 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 best. I 'm felicitous to give it to him ; actually, for me, the best feeling in the world is getting down, spreading encompassing, 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 place. He was much bigger than Lad, more like a German Shepherd build, with mostly pitch-dark fuzz, and a really cute typeface topped with acute ears, standing up tall. He had a red shoe collar, but no nametag. I did n't agnize him, and I was pretty for sure I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd strayed, he 'd come a prospicient 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 keep him around for a distich of days in casing anyone came looking for him, then try to find him a home or get him to the shelter. We get cast or abandoned African tea and dogs at our shoes often enough, but he was the solely turgid, attractive, and intact male person dog that I can remember. After getting to know him for the first day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll tell you. He was a big lad, he had a magnetised personality, and there was a lot there to reckon about. It was going to be warm that dark, and I asked if I could charter 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 mind seemed a little high-risk, but I knew I was n't probably to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made enough fraudulent scheme to ignite somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my clobber out that dark ( including some record and a torch ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbid from giving him a name, fifty I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfortable little nest atop a stratum of hay bales, and read one of my books, switching on the flashlight once it got colored. By that time, both dogs were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't need to hold back any Thomas More. I called Lad over to me ; New Dog trotted over with him, and I gave them both some pets and scritches for a while, just to get us all comfortable together. Eventually, my hand strayed to more worry territory. showtime Lad got a nice stroke, then I gave New Dog a little rub along his cocktail dress. He did n't object. I rubbed a little more vigorously, and got my outset real glance 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 receive quite the Same sense of risky venture anymore after the first few times. This, once again, felt like exploring new territory, with a little edge of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure enough both dogs were well aware of the smell of me. I ducked in to devote New Dog an experimental little suck. He stood still and did n't respond much, other than releasing a few rich squirt that splashed against the back of my mouth.

Lad seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and shoved in between us. I was briefly worried about getting caught in the middle of a dog scrap, but New Dog was too mellowly for that form of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lap my human face and neck. `` covetous, boy ? '' I laughed a little, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few slash and a suck just to be comely. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a humour to lay down him hold back too long. I killed the torch and got my pants off. There was plenty 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 quartet, Lad got himself in position, and he sank it in me on the tierce try. That got about half his duration up my ass -- of class it was the ass, that 's laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with exceptional force, even for him. I can only assume that the presence of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel traveling bag on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer ferocity, this did n't last very long. His nautical mile bumped up against me and he simply found an extra little bit of 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 hooey even by his criterion. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to unwind significantly. I leaned forward and felt him shift his exercising weight with me, as the familiar wet pressure began building deeply inside me.

I was just about to gain back and give myself a rub, but I got a shock when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to inspect 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 consequence I was once again care that he 'd freak out and try to turn around and start a squabble with the early dog. I could n't quite characterization what would happen to me in that scenario exactly, but it would almost certainly be bad news for my asshole. Thankfully, Lad seemed to be blissed out, and was n't at all bothered about anything else that might be going on around my back end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really good -- that natural language was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's balls must let been resting on his nose as he licked up my wetness and the trail of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must have given Lad 's balls and the root of his shaft a few licks in the process, but if so, Lad did n't oppose, he just kept pumping me entire, as he so reliably does.

New Dog tried to hop up and mount me, which obviously was n't going to function. He just managed to hump against my thigh a few times and get me a slight surface-active agent than I already was. I was a muddy, sticky pooch flock, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my legs and any other bit of me he could jab his cock at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling shudder head through my dead body, and then I felt Lad 's first tower as he tried to free himself. A good for you watercourse of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's gag. He licked upward to the beginning of it just as Lad gave another operose tug and pulled himself straight out. The old companion `` plop ! '' sounded as the suction broke, and the altogether mess came pouring out right onto New Dog as Lad, who had really outdone himself for sheer measure, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the stoppage once or twice before or he was a safe observer and a profligate learner, because he had his manus up on me the exact second 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 beating from sonny boy. New Dog had a naturally effective angle and had niggling trouble sliding into my wet jam. He was way openhanded than Laddie, and however mellow he may take been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went softheaded. I could n't do anything, really. His rose hip must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the distance of the slash 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 gimcrack in my ear, and I felt as certain as I ever had that someone was going to hear the stochasticity, come out, and discover me. New Dog had no such concerns, and any thinking I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big bollock of New Dog grayback slid in and grew stringent inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one muddle while a different dog 's cum is still dripping out of another fix, 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 equivalence, this was about nothing other than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly experience 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 deliver 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 sensible to take even a single lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the hatchway, was coming over to cause a back go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both dogs for quite some time in the quiet starlight. I do n't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up at about 3:00 to the 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 happy belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hour before sunrise.

Later that first light, a car with out-of-state home base pulled into our drive, and within a few minutes, New Dog was gone from my lifetime forever. I never did learn his name.

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life history '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 induce older. I 've got choices ahead of me. I want to abide and keep working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably mighty that there 's not a lot of future in a small farm these days, but he also thinks that a lady friend ca n't run a place like this anyway, and I want to leaven him untimely. I do n't make out. Maybe I 'll go away and study Ag, but would Laddie occur with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one plate. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would like for him ? I do n't make love how to present the big empty outer space that 'd he 'd leave in me. I mean, I know eventually he wo n't be around anymore ... but until then, I want all the fourth dimension 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 away ready for me again. I can consider about the big questions later. I 'm going to go get my filling of Lad while I can .