Crazy Eight

7 - Kate’s Story

I grew up on a small farm in the Northumberland hills. I say farm, but it was more of a collection of ramshackle buildings perched on the side of the hills where the sheep roamed freely. I learnt about sex and reproduction from the ewes being put in a field with a ram who would jump on them. Mother and grandfather were always happy when this happened, muttering about lambs in the spring, which always seemed to follow the jumping.

My grandfather was like a father to me, as my biological father ran away when I was still a baby. To go to school, I had to walk a mile in whatever the weather and catch a bus, not that I minded, as I loved school and seemed to do well. I never developed any friends due to our remote location, so I would spend the summers wandering the fields in a world on my own, often accompanied by our collie dog Sebastian. There was no internet or cable television, and even the signal from the old-fashioned aerial was intermittent at best.

I had just turned 18, and it was towards the end of the summer holidays before I started my final year before my ‘A’ levels that it happened. I had taken Sebastian out for a long walk in the hills as I wanted to spend some time with him undisturbed. A few weeks before, I had witnessed an incident involving Sebastian that I couldn’t get out of my head.

I was in the barn when a nearby farmer turned up and talked with my grandfather before handing over some folded banknotes. I had always been told to stay out of men’s business, so I kept quiet in my hiding place. The man pulled a female collie from the back of his Land Rover and tied her to a post. Then my grandfather led in Sebastian, who, when released, started to sniff at the female dog, and that was when I saw it for the first time.

I knew the theory of human reproduction, but knowing the theory and seeing it emerge from that hairy sheath like a red rocket was totally different. I was spellbound as it emerged and started to drip fluid on the floor. The bitch seemed happy enough to turn and face her ass towards Sebastian, who obliged by making a couple of sniffs before rising up and dancing as he thrust. Then he was in her and started hammering at her at a speed that took my breath away. A yelp and a growl later, the thrusting had stopped, and they were locked together.

The new man passed a remark about her being a young bitch, and my grandfather laughed and offered a brew (cup of tea) while they waited for the swelling to go down.

After they left the barn, I climbed down from my hiding place and approached the mating pair. Sebastian had turned, still locked inside her, but panted happily as he saw me. I moved around to get a better view, but the bitch wasn’t happy and growled and snapped at me. Fearing my grandfather would return, I slipped out of the side door, but not before I witnessed Sebastian pull free, his cock swinging wildly, spraying fluid around the floor.

Satisfied that we were in a place that could neither be overlooked nor approached unannounced, I stopped and spread out a blanket I had brought with me. Patting for Sebastian to join me, he sat on his haunches and looked at me. Reaching out, I rubbed his belly fur before moving to his hairy sheath and started to gently stroke it. His cock emerged rapidly, astounding me and within minutes, I was stroking his red cock, feeling its glorious warmth in my hand that was being covered with his watery pre-cum.

I was a virgin and knew that in theory, one day I would need to surrender my virginity to my future husband, but I wasn’t prepared to wait that long. So with dreams of university and beyond, marriage was still years away. Who better to take my virginity than someone whom I had known all of his life since he was a puppy? I didn’t see anything wrong in it, and in fact, there was an added advantage that I couldn’t get pregnant, nor could a dog run off and tell his friends. The flaw in my perfect plan was that although I was willing and he was hard, how did I progress from there?

Reaching under my skirt, I removed my panties and stuffed them in my discarded coat pocket. Sebastian seemed to be losing interest, so I quickly resumed my manipulation until he was hard again. Getting to all fours, I lifted my skirt and patted my bare ass encouragingly, but he seemed more interested in licking my face than mounting me like he had the bitch in the barn. Then it dawned on me, smell and taste. I was soaked, so I coated my fingers with my juices and then held them to his nose. He sniffed once, then eagerly licked them clean. I repeated the process, but once he had licked my fingers clean, he went in search of the source.

I will never forget that first lick. His tongue that had entwined itself between my fingers a moment before now rasped across my pussy from my clit to my ass. I had got myself off before using my fingers, but that was nothing like the orgasm that roared through my body now. I was wiggling my ass at him, moaning as I encouraged him to keep licking, telling him what a good boy he was. Then in a flash, he was up and on me like he had with the bitch in the barn. Almost before I had time to wonder how he would put his cock in, he entered me, taking my virginity.

The sex lessons at school had given me a great theoretical understanding of what was happening, but they didn’t prepare me for the intense sensations. There was the brief pang of pain as he swiftly broke my hymen, which was quickly replaced with a warmth inside as he fucked me. I had not really played inside myself before and had never had a boy touch me, so I panicked as I started to feel my orgasm build. It exploded inside me like a bomb, and I yelled at the top of my lungs, but there was no time to bask in any post-climactic euphoria as Sebastian hadn’t finished with me yet.

When his knot entered me and began to swell, I just kept cumming over and over. I wasn’t sure what was happening, as all the books I had read dealt with human sex, and the human male doesn’t have a knot. What I did know was that this feeling of being full to bursting was amazing, and when he throbbed and spurted inside, I came again. With my head on my arms, I felt the sharp tug as he turned, still locked inside, and continued to breed me.

I said the place I had found was impossible to approach unseen, which would have been true had I been sitting on the blanket observing the area. With my head down and Sebastian fucking my brains out, I hadn’t given my surroundings my full attention, something I found out to my horror when I heard my grandfather’s voice.

“Think you will be stuck like that for a while, as I would guess by the noises you were making, it’s your first time.”

He was right, as even though I tried to move, Sebastian was firmly lodged inside me. To add to my shame, he pulsed and jetted, making me moan with pleasure.

“Just like your Grandmother,” he laughed, “She was partial to a bit of dog cock,” then he sucked his teeth like he did when he was thinking before he added, “I say a bit, but she had it most days until your mother was born.”

Sitting on the grass near me, he packed his pipe in silence, carefully tamping it down before lighting it. As he puffed contentedly, he carried on talking to me quite naturally while I kept cumming on Sebastian’s cock. He explained how I was a ‘flaming fool’ doing it in the open air and told me from now on to use the old Crofter’s cottage. He also stressed that perhaps it would be wise not to mention it to my mother as she ‘didn’t partake’ as he put it. When Sebastian finally disengaged, my Grandfather handed me a clean cloth to stem the tide of seed flowing from my cunt.

For the next year, I studied harder than you can ever imagine, and a lot of that credit has to go to my Grandfather. He would sit in the chair by the fire with Sebastian at his feet and the old-fashioned iron key to the cottage on the table next to him. Only when he was satisfied that I had finished my studies would he shout to my mother that Kate was going to take Sebastian for some exercise. He would hand me the key in silence and wink as Sebastian and I went to the cottage. We would return an hour or so later, and when I handed him back the key, he would chuckle, a chuckle that often turned into a coughing fit.

When I went to university, I missed Sebastian a lot. After all, he had been my lover for the last two years; how could I go with anyone else? It got worse, as when I went home after the first term as Sebastian seemed to have aged so much that he wasn’t able to have sex, though he did try licking. Grandfather seemed to have aged as well, and the pair of them limped around the farm together, though most of the time they slept. I returned for the next term, but not long after it started grandfather passed away, and a few weeks after he was buried, Sebastian joined him.

I was devastated. The two males in my life had gone, and my mother was now struggling with the farm on her own. It was you, the Crazy Eight, that stopped me from going mad and throwing myself into my studies. I put it out of my mind.

After graduation, I helped my mother on the farm, and then Stuart started working there. To encourage him to stay, my mother pushed me into becoming his girlfriend. He was keen on marriage, and to try to forget Sebastian and to please my mother, I agreed. Turned out Stuart was a drinker and a womaniser, and after a while, he ran off with another man’s wife. That left just me and my mother to run the farm, though she is so frail now, I do most things myself.