Weeds

On Tuesday I saw Don off, got naked and almost skipped down the garden to open the gate. I ached in places I never knew you could ache in, but I had never felt so alive. I took a towel and a book down so I could lie on it and read while I waited. I had hardly opened the gate before Goldie pushed in and started to rub against my legs while licking at my pussy and ass.

Without the Shepherd around, he was first, and his cock felt so natural as it slammed into me. His hips must have been a blur as he fucked me to heaven, desperate no doubt to breed me before the shepherd arrived. Once he knotted, he pumped away happily, filling me with his warm seed. He was still locked in me when he started growling. I looked, expecting to see the shepherd, but there were two dogs I had never seen before.

One I knew was a chocolate brown Labrador who lived in the village, but I didn’t recognise the other dog or its breed. This dog was fractionally smaller with a much shorter-haired, sandy brown coloured coat. What I could see was their cocks. Both had emerged from their hairy sheaths and were hanging down, twitching and dripping. As Goldie tugged to remove his knot, I studied the next two cocks that were going to take me. It looked to me like the smaller dog had the slightly larger cock than the Labrador, but I knew they would both have me; the only question was in what order.

As Goldie moved away, the snapping and snarling continued, and I wished I could tell them to calm down and take turns. In the end, it was the Labrador who gave way and retreated, allowing the short-haired brown dog to claim its prize.

The dog circled me for a short while, almost like it was checking me out. He knew there was a bitch for breeding; he must have been able to tell that from the scent emanating from my cunt. I think what may be confusing was that the rest of me didn’t smell like a dog, hence the hesitation. There clearly reached a point where desire overcame caution, and he stepped forward and gave a perfunctory lick. I say perfunctory as almost as its rough pink tongue had finished its passage, it was up and jabbing. I went to reach to guide, but it didn’t need my help as it found what it sought and drove home.

Now it was in me; it settled down to fucking me at what I now realise is standard doggie pace, driving itself deep into me until it could force its knot home. The knot swelled and locked us together before it throbbed and pulsed, sending jets of seed deep inside. I heard the occasional snarl as the other dog wanted its turn, but the dog on my back was having none of it; he was locked in me until he had finished.

Once he had emptied his balls, he pulled out, making me gasp as he hadn’t fully shrivelled, making me wince in pain. The next dog hardly gave me time to gather my breath before it was on me, demanding entry. As the dog slut I was fast becoming, I couldn’t refuse and screamed with joy as it slammed into me.

There is something primitive and pure about being fucked by a dog once you get over the act itself. A dog simply wants to fuck, and at the moment it is in your pussy, you are the total focus of its attention. It fucks fast, not to give pleasure but to try to force its knot inside with the sole purpose of breeding you. Once it achieves its objective, it swells to lock and then pumps as much seed in you as it can.

That was how the rest of the day unfolded. I stopped at around lunchtime and staggered up to the house, my thighs coated in dog seed. I grabbed a sandwich and went back down the garden to resume what I now felt was my duty.

I lost count of how many times I was fucked that day, but I know by the end of it I could hardly stand. I had to stop at five PM as I knew Don would be home at seven, so that would give me a couple of hours to tidy up and fix dinner.

I had to wear pants to bed that night with a pad in to try to soak up what was still flowing out of me despite a shower and a douche.

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