Weeds

On Monday morning, Don left for work, and normally I would commence my weekly battle with the weeds starting at the front, but today felt different. I decided to start at the back, rationalising to myself that it needed finishing, as I was interrupted by the events on Friday.

I normally dress conservatively, but today I was exposing much more flesh than I normally would for the garden.

I had dug out my old tennis skirt, which only just covered my cotton panties, and a loose top without a bra. It felt wonderfully liberating to walk down the garden in such revealing clothes. I could feel the material of the top rubbing against my nipples, making them stand out. I opened the back gate to make it easier to dispose of the weeds and not for any other reason, but before I knelt to start weeding, I reached under my skirt and removed my panties. I tried to convince myself it was to cool down, but I knew I wanted my new lover to return.

I must have been weeding for an hour and had almost finished. My brain was going frantic trying to formulate a reason for staying in this position. I was thinking that perhaps the dog wasn’t coming back, maybe Friday was a dream after all, when I heard the creak of the gate as it was pushed wider. A glance over my shoulder confirmed it was him, and instinctively I lifted my dress to around my waist and waited.

As the seconds passed, I started to call myself a whore and a slut, and what I was doing was sheer madness. I was at the point of standing and shooing the dog out of the garden when it licked me. Its rough pink tongue rasped up from my clit to my rosebud, making me moan in pleasure. As it started to lick and poke its tongue into me, I knew that the risk was worth it to get this much pleasure as I orgasmed into its mouth. The taste seemed to send it wild as its tongue lashed me to even greater heights. I used words I never used and said things I would never say to anyone, as I orgasmed over and over.

“Oh yes, Mr Doggy, lick my cunt,” followed by, “Fuck me with your fat red cock, use me as your bitch.”

I know dogs can’t understand English, but it was almost like there was a telepathic connection as the dog stopped licking and mounted me. Time stood still as it jabbed and danced on its hind legs until I reached behind to guide it home. I had the memory of the touch burned onto my brain as its warm, yet wet cock slipped through my fingers and into me. I felt the squirt of pre-cum as it prepared its passage, not that I needed any preparation; I was so wet.

As the dog drove home in one thrust, I groaned and grasped its front paws, feeling the soft caress of its belly fur on my back. My skirt was bunched around my waist and the top pushed upwards from the friction of the dog’s body. Its cock was warm inside me, and just like the first time it fucked me, it was with a pace and ferocity I had never enjoyed before. I came on its cock more than once, and when its knot entered and started to swell, I lost it totally.

After my golden lover had tugged himself out of me, I knew I should move, but the feeling was as sublime as it was the week before. I wanted to savour that wonderful slutty feeling of the sun beating down on my open cunt that was throbbing and dripping. As I lay there almost comatose, I felt a nose press against my ass and a loud sniff. He has returned for round two, I thought to myself; how wonderful. Glancing back, instead of the almost white fur I expected to see, the dog behind me was black and brown and much bigger.

The dog was a German Shepherd, and it fixed me with a stare that froze my soul and sent shivers through me as it sniffed and tentatively licked. I could see its cock quickly growing under it, and I suddenly wanted to escape, but a warning growl warned me to stay still. My golden lover was circling warily but knew this was the alpha dog and therefore had primary claim to the bitch.

There was a scramble of paws and the German Shepherd was on me, thrusting madly, growling as it sought my cunt. I was scared it would take its frustration out on me, so I guided it with my fingertips into my battered cunt. Once in me, the dog started to fuck with the same speed and ferocity as the Golden Retriever, but its cock was bigger, and I could already feel its tip banging painfully against my cervix. I felt its paws on my back that slid down to my shoulder blades, pressing me to the ground.

Despite the fear of this dog turning savage, I orgasmed quickly and loudly as it pounded me. With my head twisted to one side so my cheek was in the dirt, I could see the Golden Retriever watching the show. Just behind, I could have sworn I saw another pair of eyes watching, but at that moment the Shepherd drove its knot into my cunt. I nearly passed out with the pain and whimpered in fear that it would split me apart as it swelled. I was mumbling like a mad woman as the dog happily bred its bitch as it panted on my back. After it had finished, it moved away, exchanging low growls with the other dog. I remained on all fours for a few minutes until the garden was silent and then rose unsteadily to my feet.

Despite the aches and pains both inside and outside, I knew that tomorrow I would be both their bitches again.

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