Weeds

On Monday, after an industrious morning of clearing the weeds, I had the front garden looking like a picture postcard of perfection. Then, following a light lunch of salad, I slipped my panties off and placed them in the wash basket. I picked up my towel and book and headed to the bottom of the garden.

When I opened the gate, Bruno and Goldie were sitting, waiting impatiently. I had found out the retriever’s name and that it lived next door. The owners were a younger couple, and I had wondered if the dog was fucking her, then dismissed the idea. If it was getting it at home, why would it be coming here every day?

Goldie was my favourite, although Bruno was always first as he had clearly established himself as the alpha. Something he proved after he had finished fucking me and pulled out. Before Goldie could mount, Bruno decided he wanted to truly mark me as his bitch and cocking his leg sent a stream of urine splashing onto my ass and pussy.

Part of me wanted to recoil and scream in humiliation of a dog peeing on me while another dog looked on, but a deeper part found it intensely exciting. I could feel its hot stream striking my sensitive pussy lips, and I shuddered as another orgasm ripped through me. Once the dog had finished, it moved away, but the urine didn’t seem to deter Goldie, who was sniffing at my ass. Happy that my cunt was still available, he mounted me and drove his cock into me with one swift movement.

It could have been my imagination, but Goldie seemed gentler and more loving, or perhaps it was that Bruno fucked me so savagely anything would seem gentle afterwards. He still pulled me backwards with his paws as he sent me into raptures as his red cock slammed in and out. Bruno’s seed already in me made his passage easier, and it didn’t take long before his knot entered me. As it swelled and started to pump, I let out a contented gurgle and, resting my head on my hands, enjoyed the sensations of him pulsing against my g-spot. I was delirious with joy as my cunt throbbed from the savage fucking my two regulars had given me, so I stayed in position just in case any other dogs might be visiting.

It turned out the eyes I had seen a few times last week belonged to a crossbreed who sat on the edge and watched the two dogs use me but was too timid to approach. I tried to encourage him, but he ignored me, and I laughed as the thought hit me that perhaps it was a voyeur dog.

It seemed a little bolder this week as, after the two dogs had finished and moved away, it stayed at a distance rather than leaving as it normally did. I remained in position, letting the dog decide it was safe to approach, which after a few minutes it did. It must have smelt the other dogs’ seed and my excitement as it flicked out its tongue and licked. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly in case I scared him, but mumbled words of encouragement in a low, soft tone.

He started to lick more, his tongue delving inside, and I got glimpses of his red rocket emerging from its hairy sheath. It looked a good size, perhaps a little smaller than Goldie, but a cock was a cock in my opinion. What did amaze me was the amount of pre-cum that was almost squirting from the tip already. The urge to mount was finally strong enough, and he rose onto my back and jabbed.

Now maybe it was because of the amount of lubrication already in the region or the amount he was producing, but he missed my cunt and drove into my ass. I screamed in shock and pain as the cock penetrated me, as I was an anal virgin. By instinct, I threw myself flat, tearing myself off the cock. As I lay there sobbing, I saw a flash of fur as the dog vanished. Getting slowly to my feet, I closed the gate and walked to the house, my dress in my hand, my ass throbbing painfully.

I was a little distracted for the rest of the day and over dinner as my mind kept running back to the afternoon. My pussy, or dog cunt as I now called it, was throbbing nicely and I was still quite full, not that it mattered as Don wouldn’t want sex until his Saturday night special of three pumps and a squirt. What worried me was that I was certain that if I hadn’t stopped the mongrel, it would have taken my ass. I had never done anal before, so I wasn’t sure how to go about it. What I did know was it was incredibly painful, so I didn’t think I could ever get used to it. Yet I wanted to.

There was a need deep down inside to become a total dog slut in every way I could. In a strange, weird way, I felt it was my duty to let all dogs take me in every hole. They had already used my cunt and mouth, so they deserved my ass as well, but the question was how to get used to it without the pain. Then the answer hit me…the vibrator.

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