Weeds

All of this started three months ago, so now you know what happened and what followed.

I have changed my plan very slightly. Once I have weeded, I dispose of the weeds and then leave the gate to the field at the back open while I have lunch on the patio. I have found that one of the wicker chairs makes a comfortable breeding bench, and as soon as I have finished lunch I strip and lie over it, my ass pointing in the direction of the dogs. I don’t need to take supplies to the bottom as I can get a glass of water any time I want. I do find that the patio gets covered with dollops of dog cum and the ooze out of me, but they are easy enough to hose away.

Thursday and Friday are the hardest days, as working down the bottom, the dogs can smell me and will be whining and scratching at the gate. I have to be disciplined and not open the gate until lunchtime or the weeds will win.

As the summer is drawing to a close, I can spend less time weeding and more time doing what I enjoy. I have even worked out that I should be able to create the space in the shed, although they may have to take turns as it will be cramped.

Sometimes I won’t make it back to the patio, as although most are happy to follow knowing what is to come, some are more aggressive. Bruno hates waiting, and he has knocked me to the ground a couple of times. It’s for that reason I never wear panties, as I am fed up with him tearing them off me.

The dogs seem to follow the scent, and I have many regulars who will come every day, or every other day. The best day I have ever had was a week last Tuesday when eight dogs took me in succession, and even on a quiet day there will be at least three. Sometimes I don’t even get to finish lunch before I get my first fucking.

I have tried sucking dogs, and although they are happy enough to start with, they are always eager to mount. It’s even worse when a dog is already fucking me, as it sees the other dog as competition, so they snarl and snap at each other.

Of course I make sure both holes are available to the dogs, but if I am honest, I do prefer them using my cunt. Sadly, the Dane has never returned, but I was lucky enough to be had by a mastiff a couple of weeks ago, and I would guess he was about the same size; my insides certainly thought so.

I am now very content with my life and feel I am doing a service to the local community by keeping the neighbourhood dogs happy and my garden weed-free.

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Edited by RF Fast