Weeds

For the rest of the week, I more and more became a dog slut, revelling in the depravity of it all as I offered myself to any passing dogs. Almost before Don’s car had turned the corner, I threw my clothes off and ran to the bottom of the garden. Tearing open the gate, I dropped to all fours and crawled, waiting for the first dog to come and use me.

I had never sucked cock before, any cock let alone a dog cock, but I wanted to so much. I tried with a couple of the dogs to work their warm cocks, their pre cum spurting over my hand as I tried to guide them to my mouth. Instead of standing still, they would pull away and mount, more eager to breed their bitch than have their cock sucked. All I seemed to get was my face sprayed with seed before being pounded.

On Thursday I set off down the garden for another day of fucking. Maybe today I would have better luck sucking a dog, but only after a few had fucked me first.

I had found an old picnic basket, the type with a handle on and packed it with a few supplies to save me returning to the house.

I opened the gate and settled down, ready for my first visitor, and it wasn’t long before Goldie came bounding through. It was almost like we were old lovers already as he licked happily at every part of my body he could until eventually I dropped to my hands and knees and presented myself to him. Then things changed as we stopped being old friends and I became nothing but his bitch that needed breeding. A couple of licks and he was eager to mount, his red cock jabbing hard, seeking my cunt. He nearly missed and went in my virgin ass, but I managed to avoid it by wiggling.

As he had done all week, he fucked me with a gusto and enthusiasm that I am sure must have made him popular among the girl dogs. As he pounded me, I suddenly wondered maybe I was the only available bitch in the village, which is why I was so popular. I almost laughed, but instead his knot drove in, turning my laugh into a deep moan of satisfaction. Feeling him swell and lock, I gripped his forelegs, holding them tight so it felt like he was cuddling me as he pulsed and filled me.

After he had finished and left to do whatever dogs do, I stayed in position to see if any further dogs would appear. Maybe I would get another chance to suck the husky and get it right, assuming what happened before was wrong, of course. Just as I was thinking I felt a long, wet lick across my cunt, making me groan with pleasure; a new lover had arrived.

As the dog licked me, I glanced backwards and saw it was a Great Dane who I knew was called Thor. I craned my neck a little and could see a cock hanging down that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a horse. “Fuck, that will never fit,” I muttered under my breath as it rose, getting quickly harder and bigger. The choice of whether I wanted it to fit was taken away from me as the dog rose and, placing its weight on my back, started to jab.

I could feel my breasts being pressed to the grass as the heavy dog moved to get to the right position, and then it entered me. To the day I die, I will remember that first time a large dog drove into me, its cock seeming to go on forever. As it thrust, I could feel my internal organs being moved about, not dissimilar to being pregnant as, like a foetus, it demanded room to accommodate its size.

I wanted to scream, but no words would form, no noise apart from a tiny high-pitched squeak as I felt the tip hit my cervix. As it pulled back to batter my inside more, I shouted, “Fucking hell,” loudly, but the dog didn’t care as it started to settle into its rhythm.

I whimpered, I gurgled, I mewed like a baby as I was turned into a cock sleeve for this mighty beast. It didn’t stop, despite me begging it to; it just continued fucking me with one sole purpose in life. When it finally managed to get its knot in me, I almost passed out from the pain as the tip felt like it was penetrating my cervix.

As it swelled, I thought I would surely burst as it seemed to get bigger and bigger until it suddenly rippled. This was no ordinary ripple but a tremendous surge of flesh inside, followed by a gush of hot seed that felt like a hose being turned on. I screamed as I came hard just as another surge rushed through me, followed by a splash deep inside. I gurgled as I came over and over with each pulse until I felt like a wrung-out dishcloth. I was almost hanging down, semi-conscious, joined by the knot that locked us together. Finally it shrivelled a little, and I fell to the floor, its knot leaving me in an audible plop followed by a gush of fluids.

I lay in the grass, not knowing what was happening in the world as the dog stood over me panting, its cock dripping down in steady splats. I crawled to the house, unable to gain the coordination to stand.

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