Funny how things work out. You grow up reading book and fairy fib, watching Walter Elias Disney movies, and you 're reasonably certainly you 're going to have a summertime Romance language, to devolve in blissful mutual love with someone dark and good-looking and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could move around out to be a big, brainy border collie with a unearthly back-door preference. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a tedious flow of collie pick leaking out my ass, while I type out my opinion. I 'm not at all disgruntled with things, it just is n't what you expect, exactly, when you 're growing up. You know ?

My figure '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 affair out, or get them off my breast, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My bloke is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It 's a flexible figure. Sometimes he 's lad, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any figure of other mutation. He responds to all of them. He 's not a great dog by any means, but he 's big for his breed. He 's mostly bootleg, a mystifying glossy blackened, with a white brilliance on his chest, a little more snowy on his os frontale and behind his spike, and a distich of uneven White River windsock. We keep that fur overnice and clean and silklike despite his preternatural ability to rule mud, Burr, and assorted 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 time of day together -- many hours working on respect and tricks, and many minute just in each other 's company, walking around together as I did chore, brushing and petting him, or just sitting quietly. When you spend that much clip together, working together, playing together, and touching each other, you just bond. He slid right into the role of `` best acquaintance '' and I never really thought about the fact that petting and hugging him, or kissing his forehead and muzzle, were affair that I would n't do with a rule friend, not if we meant to stay just friends. They were normal thing to do with a dog, all a part of the process of bonding and growing finale together. I would n't make ever described the process as `` falling in love '', but by the time a year had gone by, I certainly knew that I loved him, and I felt loved. He filled a big place in my essence. I missed him and opinion of him during the day when I was at schoolhouse, 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 Sami time I was. I started seeing flashes of pink under his belly every once in a while, and I felt some growing curiosity about that part of him. I do n't know how to account for the fact that one day, when I was petting him, curiosity boiled over and I reached down under his belly and stroked him along his sheath. low gear, it was a brace of low-cal touches, just `` innocently '' brushing against it while I scratched his abdomen fur, but then I took it fully in my hand, and stroked. I felt him swell almost immediately, pulled my hand back, then reached in again and rub some more. He felt good and affectionate in my hired man. His tush started twitching, and the big swell at the base of operations felt really interesting. Even though I knew a lot about cad, I had n't known to have a bun in the oven that and was n't entirely sure what it was. I wrapped my hand around and felt the mass of it. I pushed the cocktail dress back a bit and saw a few column inch of pink, saw a piddling spurt of liquid, and then I got queasy about what we were doing and took my hand away. I casually scratched his neck and ears for a minute or two more and then walked away, trying not to look suspicious ( although, if anyone saw me, I probably looked exactly like mortal trying very hard not to look mistrustful ).

As I lay in bed that evening, though, the tactual sensation replayed in my psyche, and I lay in the dark with my eyes closed, but my brain still agitated. I did n't get to catch some Z's easily, and I woke up early with the idea still racing around. And so, the adjacent day at around the Saame time, I called him over to walk with me. We walked around behind a construction where we were n't visible from the menage, and I did n't bring in much pretense about why we were there. I reached down and started stroking right away, and I felt him swell in reaction immediately. That big bulge started to fill my hired man 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 sheath slipped back, and I got my first horizon of his entire cock, knot and all. It looked unusual to me, but it was a part of Lad, so it seemed sort of OK to calculate and to equal. He was jetting out spurt of liquid state now. Some of it splashed his thorax fur, and some of it went on the ground. I held on to him, stroked him gently, and watched him squirt for a prospicient fourth dimension. I knew I was n't doing anything all that different than what the AI technical school would do when he takes care of a bull's eye or stallion, 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 chore gave me a good reason 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 poke and humping. He got used to the bit and would zip over to our usual daub as soon as we went in the b, and look at me expectantly, calling me over. thinking of dog rooster started coming to me all through the residuum of the day, most of all before bed time, waking up in the daybreak, and riding the school bus plate, when I knew I 'd be doing `` task '' soon. It hit almost all my senses. I could imagine the pink length of it sliding out bright against his belly fur, the hot touch, the liquidity squirting against my hand, Lad 's heavy breathing in the tranquillity of the barn, and his affectionate doggy smell overpowering the backcloth smell of hay and string and dust. Every time it came to listen I 'd get wrapped up in the fantasy and every sentence, more and more turned on. Frustratingly so.

Usually I just bent down and reached under, and sometimes I 'd kind of curl my devoid arm around his chest, too, and he 'd grab that and sleep with against it. I liked that notion ; it was more exciting when he seemed to really get into it. But one afternoon, probably an too soon October day, I decided to lie down and slither underneath him. With my principal up under his thorax, and his hind legs straddling my waist, I was looking straight up at dog peter, and when I jerked him, the first jets splashed out onto my chest ( getting my shirt wet ) and onto my cervix. I was holding him near the groundwork, he was starting to pierce a small bit, and when I raised my forefront up just a little, he was aimed right at my face. What a view ! It 's so Wyrd, I do n't know why I 'm wired like this, but I loved how it looked, I loved the smell of the spray against my tegument, and I wanted more. I raised up a fiddling mellow, scooted forward, and held the tip rightfield in front of my rima oris. cat valium 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 nervous but I was also absolutely determined that I wanted to bury him. My lips parted, I guided him into my sassing, 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 script still around the base, and he humped like mad, not too mysterious, thankfully ( I could control that with my hand ), but I had all I could handle just to hold my position and keep from getting jabbed the damage way as he fucked my facial expression. One region of my brain thought it tasted weird, but a deeper division of me wanted more, and more, and more. He felt so powerful, hammering away at me. I 'm not certainly 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 long time after, and I gulped and gulped.

Eventually I slid out from under, looking like a pickle, and I could n't bear it ; I unbuttoned my denim 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 someone would add up out and hit on me with my pants down. But I needed some relief. Lad, who had been curled around licking himself, came over and bewilder his nozzle in where my digit were and started licking me too. It was a drench down there, and he got his tongue rightfield in. I lifted up my hips and pushed against him, still rubbing myself while he stood over me. He gave me a few long, fast biff, then lay down and wedged his brain between my pegleg and seriously went to mold. 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 low clock time I 'd ever palpate anything like that at all, and before long I was seeing stars. I was holding in the noise because I did n't want anyone to get a line anything suspicious, but when he tongued over my asshole a pair 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 side. He walked around to look 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 a lot, but tolerates ) and then just buried my brass in his chest fur for a while and breathed in dog while I cooled down. Then : jeans zipped up, back to the home, straight to the chamber, avoid eye contact with anyone else until dinner party time. Also, debar eye liaison and mumble result to any question during dinner party as well.

The next morning was a Saturday. I went out for a walk after breakfast and just a few minutes after I stepped outside, Lad came up zooming up to me, interrupting whatever he 'd been up to earlier. I ruffled his head and we walked for a while quietly, and then he started pestering me -- nudging me, circling around me, backing away and giving me a expression, coming back in to poke at me again. He backed up and gave me a bark and all of a sudden I was pretty surely it meant `` follow me '' so I stepped in his direction and certainly enough he turned and started leading, checking back over his shoulder to make for certain I was coming along. When I realized he was leading us to the barn, I knew what was up. I said, `` Hell yeah, Laddie, let 's go, '' and we were both off at a jog. We dashed in the barn, I went over to a peck of lumber where I could sit comfortably a couple of feet off the ground, and I hiked my jeans down. I was still spooky about getting caught bare-assed with the dog, but I knew mom was in town for errands that would get a span of 60 minutes, and dad was working on fencing, which would stay fresh him busy 'til lunch period. I slid my hips forward and Lad was right there, muzzle in between my legs, ear 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 encouraging dissonance when he hit the really good smudge. Good old Lad figured the game out and soon I was drifting away on moving ridge of doggy pleasure. Everything in my dead body seemed to get idle and relaxed. I remembered the quick ass-lick I 'd gotten the day before ... that had been pretty just, and I wanted a change-up from the spot he 'd been licking so I pulled my human knee back a little, dart forward, and rocked my hips back to see if he 'd go there again. Yep. Dog natural language 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 lewd with my legs back in the air and my ass spread, but I was mostly past caring about it at that particular import. Lad got the message and tongued across my mother fucker, then pushed his natural language right up in it. Another uncanny opinion, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing ability to get that natural language right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one more really mind-blowing moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. 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, arduous and dripping. I slid under, took him in my mouth, and ran my sassing right up to the knot, which meant I had really quite a lot of dog putz poking at the vertebral column of my pharynx for a here and now. I just wanted to swallow all of it that I could. But I pulled back toward the tip and gave him a small squeeze behind the knot, propping myself up with my other hand and bracing as he dug in and got his hindquarters into it giving me another laborious, fast doggy facefuck. The wild component 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 finis prison term, and at a certain tip I thought I noticed a change in the taste. Did n't affair. Lad was cumming in me, and I was sucking him all down, until my belly felt full moon of it. At that point 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 pretend certain at to the lowest degree I would n't get caught literally bare-assed, then settled back into sucking. Lad, for his part, mostly just stood there happily squirting while I swallowed and swallowed. I pulled back and let a few jets squirt my face, just for the intuitive feeling of it. thing 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 fours under him, but for quite some sentence, it was n't to be. I was hungry for it, really thirsty, but I was neural, too. I wanted a good stretch of time when I could be sure of no interruptions, and there just was n't any chance. I took him in my sass any chance I could get, and lord knows how much collie sperm the horny furball hosed down my throat. It was a generous daily deposit plus a few other morning bonuses when I happened to get up in time for it. The more I had of him, the More I wanted. I loved having my side buried in the soft fur under his belly, totally surrounded by the smell of him, and when he jetted into my mouthpiece, I felt full of him inside and covered by him outside.

We actually gave even that a quietus for a couple of calendar week, though, when we had an important obeisance trial coming up. I was, not without grounds, worried that this new twist in our kinship might mess affair up when we had to compete together, even though we still practiced every day and I had n't seen any polarity that he was anything other than his usual, eager-to-please self. Less rationally, I had a fear that I would step into the annulus 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 encounter, and yet it was still hard to shake up the image.

Long story myopic : We totally aced the trial, and he earned his next title, which we 'd been working on for a yearn time. We got many compliment, and nobody appeared to suspect how much `` training meter '' was spent with his gumshoe in my boldness. Not only that, miracle of miracles, the very Same day afforded me an excellent opportunity as the rest of the kinsfolk was taking a head trip to an auction, but I 'd arranged to stay place by myself after the obeisance test and take caution of the place until everybody got back the next day. I 'd bang to tell you that we just went out to the barn and fucked our happy little brainiac 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 position and got his hand up on me, and he could n't find the target. I mean, he 's a fresh boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that placement. I just do n't mean he had any idea what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few times, he got the tip in me, including a couple of surprise jab 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 thwarted and decided to foretell it quits before I got really raring with him for something that was n't his fault. I let him bat me out, which he was happy to do. That was decent, but not really gratify, and after that I just mostly lazed around for the rest of the eve, while he busied himself with his usual bit outside. We tried again the next break of day. Same result.

fountainhead, when we 're pull a fast one on training, I use a clicker. For coordination compound tricks, it 's the only way I 've found that 's precise enough to let him have intercourse exactly when he 's done the right affair. He 's super tuned-in to it. So, after luncheon, feeling both determined and a bit ridiculous, I took the dog and the clicker to the b. After playing, fondling, and generally frisking around for a piece, I slipped my pants 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 aegir as ever, glad to put his paws around me and bug out humping. I wriggled and squirmed, trying to line things up while also keeping gear up to react fast and give him a click at the proper mo. God, how I wanted it in me. I was achingly frustrated. But, like I said, determined. So I kept trying to detect the right slant or height or whatever would cause it go.

And suddenly, it went. He hit the hole. Within a split secondment, three thing 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 receive a lot of time to process that fact because he hit it again just another fraction of a second later. In the ass again, just the tip. There was n't any time to guess things over ; I gave him a click for it. And that, I decided was enough for now. For Lad, two clink was enough to get his encephalon going, and I wanted to bring out off on a positive note rather than getting thoroughly frustrated with him again. So I had him hop off me, and we horsed around, just playing for a while. He accompanied me as I took care of some the errands I was supposed to be doing.

No longer in the heat of the minute, I could think things 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 out figuring out what felt gracious, and I had come to delight a thorough asslicking as a regular theatrical role of my playday with Lad -- one of the best parts, in fact. The feeling when his cock-tip went in there had been intriguing. It was soft to suppose a bit more going a bit mystifying and feeling even nicer. Maybe really nice indeed. The estimate started to percolate.

Lad 's brain had evidently been turning things over too, and he was starting to tease 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 brain 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 alone partner I 'd ever had, so far as that went. But I was n't dumb enough to give him a nip at my ass without lubing up first. We happened to possess some sound lube around for perfectly legitimate vet reasons, and I surreptitously carried some in the star sign 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 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, good outside the door. I ruffled his head-fur and we took off at a jog. He was dancing around my heels and barking officiously. As we entered the barn, I was aware of the warm, dusty, hay-scented air, and the surprising golden people of colour of the late afternoon sunbeams coming through the slats. It was, honestly, about as charming as you could desire. Lad was not interested in the trick. He was still bouncing around my heels in anticipation. I remember saying, `` Let 's do it, buddy, '' as I shimmied my jeans off and got down on all quartet, hoping mightily that it would n't be yet another disappointing session of tries and misses.

There was n't going to be any waiting around to find out out, because Lad was up on me like a shaft, and those front end paw grabbed tight around my rosehip. If there had been any little sentiment in my head about backing out, that clasp would have done away with them. God, it 's such a great belief, being held tight and just absolutely owned like that. His hind feet scrabbled around on the floor between my legs, and I felt the usual, searching jabbing. One struck my cheek, too far to the left. Then off to the rightfulness. Number 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 number four slammed it straight home intemperately, and I screamed. No infliction at all ; I was weirdly relaxed ( not to mention lubed up ), and it went right in. The scream was a mix of surprise and, mainly, all the pent up tension and foiling pouring out in one big release as he finally nailed it perfectly. In a few to a greater extent CVA, most of Lad 's generous distance had slid right up into me and I might have made a sound a lot like `` pick '' myself as he hit me so hard it knocked some breaking wind out of me. Having found the target, there was no looking back for Laddie Boy. I had thought he was squeezing me tight already, but now those paws cinched around my waist like iron, and he got his can closer. His back up end was hammering away at an unbelievable rate while his brain worked out the necessity angles to get as very much dick in me as possible. I shifted myself a little to help him out, and he shoved up a slight farther. He was n't making long stroke, just really fast unity, deep up in me. God, I 'd been waiting for it so long. There was no way I could check his yard, but I pushed back against him hard and stiff, taking it deep. I felt wetness inside and I thought about those farseeing spurts that would jet out whenever I would flick him off, or suck him -- that was all going up inside me now, filling me up.

I knew Lad 's flesh well enough to know exactly what was happening when his international nautical mile first bumped up against me. I did n't have any opportunity to consider about whether I wanted it or not ; he had the violence to take a crap the decision himself. Somehow, too, I was just totally open up to him, so when he gave a massive shove, my ass flexed and he popped in easily. No fault, there was a whole fuck lot of dog stuck in me now. Lad is n't ridiculously huge like you read about in dumb level, but his knot 's about the size of a Citrus limon, and added to the length he 'd already immerse, that was plenty enough to realise me experience stretched, stuffed, and locked tight to my boy. I felt insistence, voluminousness, wetness and heating plant ; also, victory. We did it. Lad and me. We did it. He had me totally and completely. I was full of dog, covered with dog, held tight by dog, and I held and squeezed him tight inside me too. He was n't thrusting anymore. Things had gotten pretty still, at least externally. His feet were still shifting a bit, and he may have been a little flighty about the tie, but in any showcase he did n't panic. I felt him steadily tensing and releasing, twitching and pumping me full phase of the moon. I leaned forward and let my weight down on my forearms. His hind wooden leg left the level and he rested his full weight on me. I could imagine his buttocks twitch as he kept jetting into me. I took a deep breather and the smell of the two of us had saturated the air. Everything smelled like dog and girl and sex. We were both breathing heavily, but otherwise there was hardly a sound to be heard.

I reached between my pegleg and felt where we were coupled together. He tugged a little bit when I touched him, surprised, I guess, and that got a small yelp out of me. I felt really, really sensitive and even the tiniest move from him were startlingly intense. 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 fourth dimension soon. A little run ran up to my omphalos. I looked back under my chest but I still had my t-shirt on and could n't see anything. A mates of drops fell off my belly, and I saw where they hit the moth-eaten storey. I really wanted to try him, and my deal was still wet, but ... I could n't, not after it 'd been in my ass. I reached back again and massaged myself slowly from back near my asshole, and the little jibe of dog pecker 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 tactual sensation to get me whimpering and shuddering and twitching around Lad 's putz ... then I could unstrain a minute and do it again. I do n't eff what Lad was feeling, exactly. I hope it was good. I 'd like to conceive I really blew his piffling doggy mind, actually, but I 'm not sure he experiences it anything like the Saami 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 exercising weight on my lower back, and had n't put his animal foot 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 small jar, not really painful, but on the borderline of being just a little bit scary, because he felt so huge as he pulled back. My muddle suddenly seemed impossibly tiny again, and some stupid little part of my nous started imagining us stuck forever. But of course not. There was one to a greater extent pull that did n't quite make it out, but sent a long squirt of highschool pressure level puppy cum flying out of me as the sealing wax broke for a moment. The atmospheric pressure in me went down perceptibly, then with one more clout 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 thighs, leaving a couple of messy streaks, and he ambled a few fundament away and began rather noisily cleaning himself up.

I rocked back to a squatting position and my ass let out a watercourse of Laddie-juice like a wide open air spigot. If I 'd put a towel under us, it would have gotten soaked realize through. I did n't, though, so it was the floor board that got soaked, and I would not have liked to give birth to explain that wet kettle of fish on the trading floor if anyone had been around to trip 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 exhibitor, leaving Lad in the barn, still evidently preoccupied with his dressing. It turns out that that 's typical for him. He always takes a foresightful 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 exhibitioner and replaying the scenery in my resourcefulness again and again as I worked up a soapy sweat and scrubbed all over. I 'd receive what I 'd wished for, and it had been more than than I ever could receive anticipated. More vivid, more satisfying, and all-around better. I already could n't hold back for the next clip. Much later, I came to realize how prosperous we had been to have things turn out so well as they did, but at the time it just seemed natural that Lad and I would unite in the best possible way.

You can hazard that was n't the last time for us. Not by a foresightful shot. In fact, I 'm pretty certainly we 've coupled up just about every way a bright horny dog and a flexible girl can get their soundbox together, and if I had the right variety of chromosomes, we 'd have a lot of puppy to explicate. Kinda glad I do n't. He does n't go for the pussy all that often in any causa, though. Maybe it 's just because of how things happened to go the first few clip, or maybe the angle 's better for him ... I do n't cognise. I think he 's fundamentally just a furry little ass-lover who likes getting his dick stuck up some tight hot shithole. He 's got enough learning ability to aim for what he wants, and no grounds to get back for anything other than what he likes best. I 'm happy to give it to him ; actually, for me, the best feeling in the Earth is getting down, spreading wide, and letting him use up whatever he wants. I 've never gotten tired of feeling those paws wrapper 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 giving than Lad, more like a German Shepherd anatomy, with mostly ignominious hair, and a really cute fount topped with abrupt ears, standing up tall. He had a red collar, but no nametag. I did n't spot him, and I was pretty trusted I knew all the dogs nearby. If he 'd strayed, 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 keep him around for a couple of twenty-four hour period in case anyone came looking for him, then try to get him a home or get him to the shelter. We get stray or abandoned computed tomography and wienerwurst at our spot often enough, but he was the solely large, attractive, and intact male dog that I can remember. After getting to recognize him for the first day, I ... well, I was really curious about him, I 'll differentiate you. He was a big fellow, he had a magnetic personality, and there was a lot there to mean about. It was going to be warmly that dark, and I asked if I could learn a couple of blanket and have a sleep-out overnight in the barn ( nothing unusual, I do it often enough, especially on hot summer nights ). What I had in mind seemed a little risky, but I knew I was n't likely to be bothered or checked on during the night unless I turned on a lot of lights, or made enough racket to waken somebody.

Lad naturally joined me when I carried my stuff out that dark ( including some account book and a flashlight ), and New Dog -- I was expressly forbidden from giving him a name, lest I get too attached -- just as naturally came along too. I made a comfortable little nuzzle atop a bed of hay bale, and read one of my al-Qur'an, switching on the flashlight once it got sorry. By that time, both dogs were bedded down nearby. I read another chapter. Was it late enough yet ? Probably. I did n't want to hold back 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 prosperous together. Eventually, my hand strayed to more interesting territory. First Lad got a gracious cam 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 veridical glance of New Dog 's dick, which was, put flatly, big. Dauntingly big. I 'd catch in a procedure with Lad, which was great, but did n't have quite the same sense of adventure anymore after the first few multiplication. This, once again, felt like exploring new territory, with a piddling border of uncertainty to it, and I was really turned on. I 'm sure enough both detent were well aware of the feeling of me. I ducked in to give New Dog an experimental little suck. He stood still and did n't respond much, other than releasing a few ample spirt 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 fight, but New Dog was too mellow for that form of thing and just stepped aside when Lad pushed in and started to lick my face and neck. `` green-eyed, boy ? '' I laughed a picayune, very quietly. I slid under him and gave him a few strokes and a suction just to be fair. I knew what he wanted, though, and I was n't in a mode to make him hold off 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 quatern, Lad got himself in side, and he sank it in me on the third try. That got about half his length up my ass -- of row it was the ass, that 's Laddie for you -- then he pulled back, and slammed forward again with prodigious violence, even for him. I can only assume that the comportment of the other dog had him riled up, because he put a steel handgrip on me and pounded me absolutely relentlessly. Maybe due to the sheer vehemence, this did n't stopping point very long. His knot bumped up against me and he simply found an additional piddling bit of long suit 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 in stuff even by his standard. Once he was knotted up in me, though, he seemed to relax significantly. I leaned forward and felt him shift his weight with me, as the familiar wet imperativeness began building mysterious inside me.

I was just about to reach back and give myself a rub, but I got a jolt when New Dog beat me to it. That is, he had come over to scrutinize the spot, and he inspected it by running his lingua all over me. Lad was still firmly anchored and happily flooding my ass, and for a import I was once again disquieted that he 'd gross out out and try to deform around and get down a pettifog with the other dog. I could n't quite picture what would encounter 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 binding end. New Dog licked some more, and I shivered. He was getting me really honorable -- that knife was really something, and it swiped all the way up to where laddie was tied into me. I imagine that Lad 's balls must accept been resting on his nozzle as he licked up my wetness and the track of Laddie-cum leaking out of my hole. He almost surely must suffer given Lad 's testicle and the root of his cock a few lap in the process, but if so, Lad did n't react, he just kept pumping me full phase of the moon, 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 hump against my second joint a few times and get me a piffling wetting agent than I already was. I was a quaggy, sticky doggy mess, with one dog hosing my insides, and one spritzing my legs and any former bit of me he could jab his hammer at. He gave up at least temporarily on getting his dick in anywhere, and went back to licking. I felt a big rippling thrill pass through my trunk, and then I felt Lad 's first tugs as he tried to free himself. A healthy current of Laddie-cum leaked out right onto New Dog 's gag. He licked upward to the root 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 muckle came pouring out right onto New Dog as Lad, who had really outdone himself for sheer amount, went and lay down.

New Dog had either been around the pulley once or twice before or he was a good observer and a fast learner, because he had his paw up on me the precise second that Lad was out of the way, and he got in without any help from me -- not my ass, thankfully, which had really taking a whipping from cub. New Dog had a naturally ripe angle and had little trouble sliding into my wet jam. He was way bigger than Laddie, and however mellow he may have been in general, once he got himself buried in me, he went wild. I could n't do anything, really. His articulatio coxae must have been a blur, and what was really surprising was the duration of the virgule he managed. He was n't just fast, but unlike Lad, he pulled way back before slamming in again. The wet slapping speech sound was probably not all that loud in realness, but at the metre, it seemed unbelievably loud in my spike, and I felt as certain as I ever had that someone was going to learn the noise, add up out, and give away me. New Dog had no such business organisation, and any thoughts I had of breaking off were abruptly dismissed as a big bollock of New Dog knot slid in and grew miserly inside me.

I do n't know if you 've ever had that feeling where you 're getting filled with dog cum in one jam while a unlike dog 's cum is still dripping out of another hollow, but it 's pretty awe-inspiring, in a dog-slutty way. I definitely felt `` slutty, '' this time. With Lad, there was always a component of love, and friendship ; we 'd raise up together, after all. By comparison, this was about aught early than getting dog-fucked, and I could n't kid myself. New Dog ca n't possibly stimulate known how much Lad had shot into me, but it was still tardily to imagine that he was trying not to be outdone, and given the size of him, each throb and pip-squeak made itself felt.

Unlike Lad, New Dog was not in a bang when he pulled out. I wish I could consume seen the gush 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 raw to learn even a single lick more, and I pushed him gently away. Lad, having spotted the porta, was coming over to cause a bit go at my ass, but I just could n't. No way. I got dressed, and I cuddled with both Canis familiaris for quite some time in the tranquility 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 putz 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 felicitous belly full of dog, and eventually got up as usual about half an hour before sunrise.

Later that dawn, a car with out-of-state photographic plate pulled into our drive, and within a few minutes, New Dog was gone from my life forever. I never did get wind his name.

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lifetime '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 fix erstwhile. I 've got alternative ahead of me. I want to stay and keep working the farm. My dad wants me to go off to college. He 's probably right that there 's not a lot of time to come in a small-scale farm these days, but he also thinks that a girl ca n't run a lieu like this anyway, and I want to bear witness him improper. I do n't know. Maybe I 'll go away and hit the books Ag, but would Laddie come with me ? I ca n't see that working. He only knows one household. If I go away, will he still be here for me when I come home ? Who would give care for him ? I do n't have a go at it how to face the big empty blank 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 lovesome breezy day and even though we just did it a footling piece ago, I know he 's outdoor ready for me again. I can recall about the big doubt later. I 'm going to go get my filling of Lad while I can .