2 dogs. 1 cock

          Hey, lets cover the background first. This happened a few years back when i was 15. My friend Ben (name changed), had two dogs at his, farm style house. Both were border collies. The first was Elle, a good old girl, around the age of nine. she was coffee brown, and had the sweetest eyes. The second dog was Cookie. She was white with black blotches all over her, she was around the age of 5. both dogs were female, and both were spayed, which means that they cannot get pregnant, and they usually use interest in sexual behavior.

I first became sexualy aroused by these dogs because one day, while playing video games with my friend ben in his room, i saw something. I had just died in thee game, and i glanced out the window. I saw cookie licking her crotch region, and for some strange reason, it turned me on. It made me want to burst out the door and fuck her crazy. But what would ben think I had to do it descreatly, and i knew it had to happen that day. so i asked to spend the night that night, and i was alowed. We played Halo 1 for like 4, and it was about 2 in the morning. he decided to go to sleep, and i decided to check my email, ya right. once he was snoring, i put my shoes on, and tiptoes out to the front door, i didn’t want to wake his mom. I opened the front door carefully, and stepped out into the cold night.

Cookie was curled up on her bed on the front porch, te light was on so i could see her clearly. I gently patted her head, and she opened her eyes, stretched, and got up. she smelt my face, while i caaressed her back, and my hand slipped ever so slightly down to her crotch region. I felt the heat of her spayed pussy, and i knew i had a challenge. I had to fit my cock into her little spayed pussy, without hurting her to much. So i went straight for it. I pulled my pants and boxers off halfway, got on my kness and possitioned myself in back of her. She looked back at me with sleepy eyes. my cock was sticking straight out, and i jabbed trying to hit my mark. But her butt was covered with so much fur i couldn’t even see her vagina opening. So i got down lower, so my eyes were level with her puss, and i searched around. A strong musky odor was coming out, so i leaned in closer, and proded with my fingers. Then something happened, something that i never thought till that moment would turn me on. The way my mouth was opened with intent, she peed right into my mouth.

It tasted heavanly, like rain water, and sweet salt. at that moment i saw her open pussy, leting the golden shower hit my lips. I waited for her to finish, then i grabed my cock, and aimed for her hole. It was freshly lubricated with piss, and it was so wet and tight. I pussed my cock in, and hit what seemed like a wall, then i looked down, to see my cock hitting her butt hole. I wanted her pussy, but i decided to be cruel, and take her ass first. I leaned down, spat on her butthole, and leaned forward hard on her ass. My cock gently pushed on through, and i was in her, about 4 inches.

She gently whinned with pleasure, and i pushed the next 3 inches into her. Then i began pumping her butt, i got faster and faster, and i grabbed onto her for supprt. I knew i was going to cum soon, so i got an idea. when i knew i was going to cum, i puled out, and relying on faith, i threw my cock a few inches lower, hoping to hit her cunt. I did, and my cock plundged into her with so much force it made her gorwl a little. I began pumping extra hard, andi shot a fat load deep into her spayed vagina. i stayed there a moment, gently pumping away. Then i pulled out, and a long stream of cum, and pussy juice spilled out of her cunt. instanlty she leaned around, and licked up the mess. i pulled my pants and boxers up, patted her on the head, and headed back inside, for a little sleep.

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  It was getting harder and harder to keep my secret. Dog’s don’t have secrets and that was one reason I was having trouble. Even with my little performance the other night my son-of-a-bitch husband probably had wondered, just a little, if there was “something going on with me.” Maybe my attitude was lighter. Living with him was a constant depression but my spirits had been lifted by my new companion and I’m sure it was evident.

Husband started coming home earlier–before 8 PM. One time he almost caught us in the act. Thank heaven his dog knot wasn’t stuck in me or we would have been discovered. We had been doing our usual coupling there in the living room. He was just finishing me off with a thorough licking. My cunt was aching for more and would have had it but just then the car door slammed. I was instant action. Into the closet for my housecoat. I was desperate to come some more but concentrated real hard on the task at hand.

“Home a little early?” I asked as he entered the side door. He just nodded, and looked around. The dog was looking at me and then him, that luxurious tongue in and out of his mouth, and then looking at me again, walking over. I turned away and went to pee and clean up. “That dog sure thinks you’re something, doesn’t he?” he asked. I shut the door, sat on the toilet, turned on the water in the sink and played with myself until I came. I needed that. Got cleaned up, flushed and back out for dinner.

“I think he wants a little of you again tonight,” he said. I started making salad. The macaroni was already simmering and we had a little meal. I wondered what was next. “I said, I think he wants a little.” I gave him a hard stare. Resisting the idea would fool him but my cunt was getting wet again. I couldn’t just say “Yeah, let’s do it” or he’d figure it out. I crossed my legs, giving myself a jolting in the pussy. “Want some more…macaroni?” I said not answering his suggestion. Coy was good. The son-of-a-bitch didn’t have a clue.

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   G’day all! I have a small cattle station in east central Australia. Of course here in Oz, “small” means about twenty or thirty square kilometers. When you’re grazing on scrub, though, it takes heaps of real estate to raise just a small handful of beefers. It’s bloody hard work and hell knows I’ll never get rich, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world!

Well I reckon if you’re reading this, you’re not so much interested in me as in my mates. I’ve got three of the best helpers a cattleman could ask for. They’re Queensland Heelers. I expect that if you’re in some other part of the world, I’ll have to explain just what that is. They’re a breed of working dog, tough as nails. They have to be; anything less just wouldn’t survive out here. They’ll work all day in the hot sun and want more. All that aside, they’re lovely to look at, too. When they’re not all covered in muck anyway. They’re a mix of black and silver that gives them a sort of bluish colour, with tan on the legs and throat, and a bit more over the eyes. The ears stand like those of a German shepherd.

Bluey is the oldest at nine years; he’s the sire of the other two. Then there’s Luke and his sister Addie. They’re four years now. Bluey is the undisputed top dog and Luke is just a wee bit submissive. Addie is respectful of Bluey though she doesn’t take any rubbish from Luke! These dogs are part of my life in every way, not just working partners.

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