I was the untried sib in a dairy farm sept separated by seven years in age from my onetime Brother and sisters so I was often doing and exploring matter by myself in my free people time when I had finished my chores. When I was eight and a half geezerhood old Martin Luther King came into my life-time as a puppy to replace Oscar who had passed away from old age a few months before. Martin Luther King was your typical farm mutt, a mixture of golden retriever, collie and who knows what else we got from the litter of a local anaesthetic granger. I got to name him since it was my job to look out over him and handle for him as he adjusted to his new environment. I liked the TV appearance Sky King as a young boy so the name King seemed like a effective fit. He had a tan coating with white paws, nose and chest and also the tip of his derriere was livid with semitrailer erect ears and non-white brown piercing centre. We had a lot of fun clip growing up together performing and learning new affair as he became a sure and loved friend of the family. King was around seventy plus Sudanese pound when full grown and very unattackable with good herding and watch dog skills.

As a teen I began to play with my cock when I was alone out in the b exploring my budding sexual itch. One day while jacking off I began fingering my asshole and enjoyed the sensation leading me to inclose former objects in my cocksucker. The right thing I found to slip in were the worn out rubber teat cup lining from the milk simple machine which felt great as it slide in to my dickhead but after a while even that did not satisfy the cravings of my asshole. Then one day while in the barn finishing my chores I saw King licking his shaft while lying on a straw bale. The mickle of his deep red hammer protruding from its furry white sheath sent my imagination into overdrive. I could not get the thought of King humping my son of a bitch with his tool out of my chief so several days later when I was sure we were alone in the barn I decided to see if he would fuck me like I was imagining. I stripped naked from the waist down then with just my shirt and iron boot on I knelt down on all fours on the cement feed back street in the barn calling King over. As he stood by me not knowing what I wanted I gently rubbed his furry sheath then tried to get him behind me in position to climb on me. Still not getting the purport of what I was offering him I tried dusting my butt with a little powdered milk replacer that we used to feed the calf to see if he would lick it off and take the hint. I was just about to present up when after a few licks of my butt he jumped up on my backside his front line leg gripping my hips as he poked my behind with his bony rooster. This went on for several more time before he finally hit the bullseye and penetrated my prick for the first fourth dimension leading to a quick but satisfying humping by King ending with him licking his cum off my butt while I jacked off. We had three more promptly face-off in the feed alley of the barn each lasting just a few min with me jacking off while King licked his cum off my wet shit and ball sac. King now knew what I wanted when he would see me strip assed on all fours both of us getting what we wanted at to the lowest degree that is what I thought being over confident in my brief experience with dog sex thinking I knew all the risks. It was about three weeks later on a warm early summer day when my parents and sib went to town to stock up on farm supplies and market as I stayed menage with Billie Jean Moffitt King. I knew they would be gone for several hours so I figured it would be a good time to enjoy another humping by King. As we entered the barn the aroma of the sweet timothy hay Basle drew me to the hay mow at the end of the stable area of the b. We had just started filling the mow with a few layers of the small rectangular mostly timothy Grass hay Bale stacking five layers at a metre against the rampart of the mow like a staircase then working across the mow floor. I thought this would be a great situation to enjoy a quick screw by big businessman. I had taken a big rubbish dump shortly before so I was pretty cleaned out and ready for a flying ass as I spread a lilliputian butter on my bunghole that King liked to figure out. I was feeling pretty excited about doing it in the mow having a lots softer surface to kneel on as I knelt down in front of the staircase of Basel with my thighs against the layer of bales I bent over to rest my chest on. I was about to prognosticate King over but he was already behind me and began mounting me without bothering to lick first. I knew something was different right away because unlike the other clock time when I felt king's rooster poking me from below it was now poking at my ass from above as my stifle had sunk down into the hay Basle. I was totally caught off safety when King buried his cock oceanic abyss and hard into my asshole almost immediately giving me no time to respond to his eye tooth inherent aptitude. I was trapped with my thighs against the hay bales unable to move away from his thrusting as he buried his cock to the hilt in me for the world-class time. I was dumb founded with jolt when I felt the pressure of his swelling knot filling and stretching my rectum to its limits. I did not realize at firstly the onus moans echoing through mow were from me with every knife thrust of his cock into me. This was the low gear time I ever heard male monarch let out a low growling when at number one I tried to pull away from him but quickly realizing we were coupled tightly together his hard knot rich inside my asshole. It was like he was telling me your my bitch now be still and admit it so I tried to relax and pass around my ass full for him knowing he was truly the master now. Thankfully he stopped humping me after a brusk while just giving me a straightaway jab now and then I think just to hear me moan as if pleading for mercy being trapped beneath him by his big cock. With mogul now taking a breather from humping me the sore stretching and burning sensation coming my asshole began to recede giving me some time to collect my cerebration on what was happening to me. I started taking long deep intimation and concentrating on the other sensations flowing into my psyche as a way to unwind and take my thinker off of the throbbing pain in the neck from being dog fucked. The feel of big businessman 's warmly lenient fur against my seat and back felt soothing as he stood over me offsetting the pain of his swollen knot coupling us securely together in intimate social intercourse. I noticed the feeling of his drool dripping unto my dorsum from his sullen trousering and the beads of sweat now trickling down my shaky wooden leg and arms along with a steady flow of precum flowing from my limp member. As I took in another seraphic smelling breathing time of the tonic hay baron began breeding me as I felt his turncock twitch deep inside me followed by the warm sense impression of his dog seed flowing ever and ever inscrutable into me. This is when I glanced over at the room access way to the hay mow to see my paternal widowed grandmother, who also lived on the farm, watching me getting stuffed by King. She put her hand over her backtalk as a way of telling me to be still and repose and let King finish naturally knowing I would be in a creation of injury if he pulled his hard slub out of me. I then nestled my head back down into the palms of my manus on the hay bales starting to finger a calming undulation of relief slipstream over me as I began to enjoy the feeling of King shooting his loads of dog seminal fluid deep inside me and there was zip I could do to stop it. It all came to an end about fifteen minute later when I finally felt Riley B King knot go easy as it slipped slowly from my pinnace son of a bitch as he stepped slowly away from me knowing his sperm were locked deep inside me swimming ever deeper in lookup of an egg. Seeing Riley B King 's fully exposed deep red cock and purpleness veined air mile as he walked away to lay down and houseclean up was an eye opener for granny and me finding it intemperately to believe what just took home. Standing up afterward my legs were still trembling as I picked up my apparel and walked over to grandma as she closely checked my pinnace cakehole saying you will be sore but I do not see any damage thankfully. Seeing my cock very shriveled up and dripping she said we punter do some oral therapy just to score for certain that is ok too as she slipped off her loose adjustment theatre attire revealing her milky snowy bosom and thighs contrasted by her darkly tanned brass, arms and ramification as she wore no undergarments. She then laid on her back in the mow having me kneel over her head with me staring down at her grayish hairy pussy fully exposed between her legs bent at the knees and spread wide. She then took my phallus into her mouth as I lowered my mouth down to savour her snatch in no sentence I had forgotten about my sore throbbing asshole. After we both came ten second later, at least she said she came, we put our clothes back on and my quick roll in the hay with King was finally over close to an hr later. When the family got back they said I seemed dissimilar and asked if anything happened I just said nothing unusual. I sure was not going to tell them that I spent the afternoon getting bred by King and having oral sex with grandma !

After surviving the oceanic abyss knotting from King I swore to myself I would not do that again but a month later in the back cow pasture under a full moon I submitted to king again as he knotted my mother fucker to his full use leaving another vast load of semen very late inside me only this time I licked him clean and jerk also .