Miss ryn: A life evolving - chapter 8

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MISS RYN: A LIFE EVOLVING - CHAPTER 8CHAPTER 8I looked to each one of them, my eyes easily taking in each with a slight shift of my eyes. None said anything. They simply were watching me. Their faces were neutral.?Say something, somebody ? just say something. Are you that disappointed??Dori physically reacted, her legs quickly moving to each side of the lounge and leaning far forward, ?No! We ? at least I ? isn?t just so much. Miss Ryn, we?re just ? you said it before, but for me I thought something would have ? I mean, not that I wanted it to ? but, you didn?t admit it ??I chuckled. I was also looking closely at her. Her face was warm and expressive ? but, her jump to confront me, to reassure me, her legs on either side of the lounge, she fully opened herself to my eyes. She saw me looking and quickly closed her legs tight and leaned back, her arms crossing over her breasts.The guys noticed, too, but I was so intent on Dori that I didn?t immediately notice their reaction. They too had their legs tightly together and their hands covering their laps.Albert saw me looking and tried to divert my attention. ?You?re going to continue, aren?t you? You said you would. You said we would spend the day, get past your past so to speak.?I had a glint in my eyes, surrounded with mischievous. ?Yes, I will continue. I want us to get through this, too. I want ? I need you to fully understand me.? I looked at each of them and added a sly smile. ?For the rest, no covering up. Let your legs be relaxed, don?t mind your body?s reaction, allow us to witness each other.?They were completely into the story, our sharing of this time together. I think I could have had them agree to anything.* * *Re-entering the kennel, I closed the door behind me and walked, to introduce myself, feed my males, and start a new life. If I could manage to pull this off, to not only tolerate it, but also manage it and thrive in the process, there was no telling what awaited me.The double doors on the left side were still open. I closed the door behind when re-entering the kennel building not to contain the dogs, but I wanted that action to pronounce that this experiment was starting.I walked down the right side of the building with a deliberate stride, far more deliberate and self-assure than I actually felt. But, everything I had ever heard about a****ls was that they often could sense things that we humans were immune to. As I came to each gate, I crouched down in front of it, made contact verbally and smelling my hand, and then I opened the gate and released him. Soon I had three dogs jumping around me. Mr. Thrower and the Taylors indicated that they weren?t sure the dogs had been mated in years. They were fine looking a****ls and had been purposely used for breeding of some local bitches. As far as the women were concerned, none of them thought that even the last one actually mated with any of the dogs. The last woman who lasted the longest might have gotten started, but Mrs. Taylor confirmed that she didn?t think it had gone to penetration. So, despite my anxiousness about what was about to happen, I was fairly certain the dogs were not familiar at all with mating with a human. Once they got a taste of it, though ?The dogs followed me closely as I made my way to the supply/kitchen area of the building. The three bowls were stacked and I poured the prescribed amount into each, leaving them on the counter until I was ready. One of things I wanted to do right from the beginning was establish routines. I wanted them to begin relating to me with controlling their activity, putting some order and structure into what happened. That way, they might associate expected or anticipated events with my providing them. My plan was simple, how I planned to carry it out was also simple, the outcome of it seemed complex with so many variables. Plus, from experience, the success of my plans was about 50/50, at best.As part of my plan, I made the dogs sit and wait before I put each bowl down for them next to the end of the counter. I had just eaten so I was good for the evening so I could just watch their interaction and consider my next actions. I was very conscious of my body as I moved around them, keeping my legs together and trying hard not to allow my mind to get ahead of myself anticipating what was to be a certain eventuality. My previous experience with dogs was always very controlled and intentional, even if not by me. I didn?t really have any experience with how attraction to a woman might happen. If they didn?t have any previous experience with human bodies, I didn?t believe they would be particularly attracted to my nudity. I smiled, though, as I realized that would certainly change. But, my expected state of constant nudity might make even that a neutral trigger. My mind leapt ahead of me, again. Is this going to become an issue in the near future for any woman coming into contact with the dogs? Hmmmm ? how is that going to go over with Mrs. Taylor or any other woman who might come onto the estate property for that matter? That seemed to be yet another thing to factor into my plan. I was leaning against the counter watching the dogs as they finished eating and moving to the shared water bowl. Was I again being naïve in thinking that this experience was going to be within my control even at some level? Mr. Thrower?s intention was to put a woman into the position of being used as a bitch for the dogs. He was curious how that would affect not only her, but also the dogs, and the dynamics of the dogs as a group. Me? Was I overthinking my ability to exerting some control of the situation while still being complete available to the dogs? I sighed deeply; I was doing an awful lot of thinking for someone who hadn?t even entered into the most intimidating part of the experience, yet.The dogs were finished and roaming around me. They were checking me out both visually and by scent. I had just provided them with some of their most basic needs, a little bit of attention and food. To them they were probably already processing me in those needs, but their attention as they came around me was also showing some difference, something they had little experience with even if they could not make a direct association. That was my next task, responsibility, really. I needed to establish that most basic of a****l instincts to me.I stood in front of them and despite the expectations of Mr. Thrower, possibly the Taylors, and certainly me, nothing happened with them. They made no move to me. My nudity was not enough, at least not at the moment. With a bit of frustration, I went to the double doors and led them outside. I looked around the area of the kennel and into the woods beyond, keeping my eyes from the direction of the house for the moment. The last thing I needed was to know that I was being watched by the others.I had been told that the property was extensive, but the woods and natural part of the property is much more so. It contained sections of the Fish and Corn Branch Rivers and is heavily treed with long leaf and slash pine. It is, therefore, very private and secluded almost anywhere on the property one might be. That was a relief for me and provided an ideal opportunity for extensive activity with the dogs.The dogs took off into the yard as if they hadn?t had the freedom for some time. They ran off in generally the same direction, wheeling around in a big circle before ending near me, panting, and their tails wagging excitedly. Relationship and association. I had to establish both my relationship with them and establish associations of their basic needs with me as the provider. The dogs were milling around me like they were expecting or hoping for something. I remembered seeing what I needed. I turned and re-entered the supply area, the dogs waiting expectantly outside. I retuned with two old tennis balls and a tug rope. Within moments, I had dogs chasing after balls, though the distance was short. I throw like a girl with no training or experience. But it didn?t seem to matter to the dogs. Each time they returned excitedly, reluctant to immediately release the ball, but tails wagging wildly with the renewed experience of play.They were eventually panting hard and slowing down, yet still excited by the ability to once again have the freedom to actively play and play hard. I spotted a large metal bowl next to the building and filled it with fresh water from the outside faucet. They lapped up water greedily and stood watching me with what I took as anticipation and interest for something more. I was happy with what was already happening. In a very short time, they had established the beginnings of association and comfort with me. I knelt down on the grass, keeping my knees tightly together to receive and pet each dog as they excitedly jostled each other for my attention. This was the point at which I began getting licks over my body. There was no delusion, however, that they were sexual. They weren?t. The licks, the attention, was no different than a family pet returning love by giving licks to hands and arms that were exposed. The difference here was the amount of skin I had exposed. It wasn?t yet sexual to them, but the effect it was having on me was different. That, of course, was being magnified by my mind, knowing what I would certainly be attempting.The night was approaching quickly. The shadows of the trees were cast long across the mowed grass and the sounds of the day were settling into peaceful, muted tones. Even the dogs were appearing to quiet, as though preparing for the night to finish another day. They were sniffing the ground, the shrubs, trees, and exposed rocks. And, however they decide to mark a location, they did. That gave me a perverse idea for another association to create. I deliberately moved out into the yard, roaming slightly for effect, then crouched and peed. This was going to take some practice, though. Being able to pee in multiple location for effect would take some muscle control, to start and stop the flow several times in the course of moving around the yard. My body was, of course, trained to initiate release and allow the flow to complete uninterrupted.As I stood and walked, I felt stray drops of my urine escape and trickle down my thigh. It seemed gross, but I was diverted from that thought by the reactions of the dogs. They were sniffing each place I had marked. One by one, they sniffed and gazed to me. My scent was being established. Or, I should say, one of my scents were being established. I was ready. I thought they were, as well. But, this was not going to be initiated outside. Not the first time ? no way.The dogs were around me now, sniffing and licking. They found the leaked remains of my pee and despite my discomfort over it, they were far from bothered. In fact, they seemed intrigued. But, as they licked at my thighs, my body was reacting, and I was positive they were receiving a new scent, a scent that was creating an increased determination in me. But, I thought of the house and the visibility of being outside, even in the fading light.I moved inside and the dogs followed closely behind, occasionally giving a lick on my butt from one of them. I lowered the large matt, not to use for the night, but to things off on. I still wanted to restrict myself to one dog at a time for the first time. First, though, I needed more preparation, more familiarity, and more easy intimacy before taking the big step. After putting the large matt on the floor, I walked to the storage area and turned on the light over the sink, then went to the double doors and closed them before turning off the large, bright overhead lights. The space sank instantly into subdued light from the single small light in the corner. As I moved around, the dogs followed. I was unsure if they were anticipating something, if I might be wrong about their a****l instinct regarding what this naked woman might represent. I didn?t think so, though. Rather, there had been a connection, an a****listic connection outside. My deliberate attempt to pee outside like them, with them, had seemed to have the effect I was curious about. Like a bitch dog, I was forced to pee by crouching, unlike them who lifted a leg. The similarity may not have been lost on them.My mind was flashing with thoughts, options, ideas, and questions about what to do, how to do it, and the best, safest way to proceed. I settled on one immediately, though. I was twenty pendik escort (https://istanbulyeniescortbayanlar.xyz/pendik-escort) feet from the matt when I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees. The concrete floor was hard, but not rough. It, like the walls, were coated with a thick resilient paint. None the less, I started crawling toward the matt with care. I didn?t want to have my knees sc****d and bruised the first night. I was likely to have at least several scratches on my sides from the dogs mounting me, at least that was my experience from the family dog those years ago.I was curiously hopeful that this too might present the dogs with an association to me that would be different than other humans they had connected with previously. I carefully moved on the floor to the matt and the dogs followed behind me. At first, I wasn?t aware of what was happening behind, what they were doing, or what their response might be. I purposely didn?t look back; instead, I continued to crawl, becoming increasingly aware of my movements, the image of crawling in front of the dogs, and intention of being more like them. All that was affirmed when I felt a lick on my bare ass and another putting his nose between my cheeks. The dual sensations stopped me in my tracks, not five feet from the matt. Then, there was nothing, as though my stopping let them know that I was aware, that I might somehow react. And I did. I moved even quicker to cover the final five feet and scramble into the center of it.There, I froze, my arms firmly planted and separated for stability. My knees spread further than shoulder width apart. My head slightly hanging down, my long hair cascading over my head, temporarily hiding me in its mass. I waited. I could first sense the dogs around me, then feel the matt shifting with their weight as they approached and moved around me, sniffing me, sending out quick licks, and brushing up against me. And then, it hit me, what was I doing? I froze in the one position that I was committed to NOT being in. I did not want to be in a situation of entering into a doggy gangbang on my first night. Almost before that awakening thought flashed through my mind, I did a near miraculous and very gymnastic worthy 180 degree spin from my hands and knees to flat on my back.The move startled the dogs and the three of them jumped back a few steps. When I didn?t make any other moves, then cautious approached, again. To reassure them, I put out my hands, stroking two heads. Both started licking my sides and stomach in response to my attention. The third was momentarily lost to me as one came to cover my face with licks and I swung my head one way and then the other in vain attempts to escape, all the while laughing with more delight as they continued. Then I felt him, between my legs. In my efforts to move side-to-side playfully avoiding the facial licks, my lower moved in attempts to keep me anchored ? and my legs separated more and more. At first, I felt licks to the inside of my thigh and I remembered the dripped urine that most certainly was the scent he recognized. Then he stopped, but he was still there, close and sniffing intently. I could feel his heavy breath on the insides of my thighs and I could feel it moving up, further. He was following a new scent.I slipped a hand away from my facial attacker and moved it down between my legs. I was soaking wet! The dog down there went to the exact spot my fingers had been, following the scent, now associating another scent to me. Strictly on impulse and raging need, I brought my wet and glistening fingers to the dog at my face. The presentation of my hand momentarily gave him pause but then he sniffed my fingers. In the next moment, he was licking them clean. I did it then for the other dog, all the while the dog between my legs had settled in to further investigate the source of my scent with sniffs, his snout pressed into my exposed pussy, and finally licks by his wonderful tongue. That tongue already had me opening, otherwise how could that tongue be teasing inside my folds?My brain and body flashed back to the other episodes I had shared with dogs, even the neutered one who was so good with his tongue. That tongue on me, on my pussy, sent shock waves through my body. Partly from the sensation of a dog?s tongue, long and wide, swiping from the bottom up to the top and pressing on my quickly engorging clit while the other dogs, sensing an entirely new thing happening, picking up on the new scent coming from me as they all attend to my body. A crazy thought pierced my consciousness just long enough to act. I return my hands, both this time, to my drenched pussy, driving first the finger of one hand then the other inside, and then bring them up to my breasts and smearing my fluids over my nipples. I threw my arms to the side as if opening my entire body to them. One sniffs the scent on the nipple closest to him and he begins to lick. The other dog is only a milli-second behind him. Suddenly my nipples have joined my pussy in being ravaged by the wide tongues of the dogs.I am completely unaware of anything else at this point except the sensations coursing through my body, multiple epicenters of pleasure from my nipples and pussy, seemingly crashing together in my abdomen and radiating from there throughout my body. It is only after a truly majestic orgasm and my heavy breathing is slowly abating that I become aware of my position. I am surrounded by the dogs. One on each side of me and one at my feet. They are watching me; they are seeming to be waiting for me. I realize that my body is completely open to them. My legs are spread wide, my arms flung over my head. My hair is half covering my face where it landed as a result of constant flailing back and forth.I slowly sit up, leaning back on my elbows and I survey the three. Now, I also see that the activity that so pleasured me, had affected them as well. On all three of the dogs, their red pointy cock heads were showing from the sheaths. I smiled, to myself, at first. But then, deliberately, I crawled to each of the dogs and kissed them on the snouts, giving each a tentative lick with my tongue. While doing that, I reached underneath and delicately touched their sheath, stroking it from the outside and feeling the cock grow even from that limited contact.I noticed that the windows showed darkness outside. I had no idea what time it was except that it was after dark. I was sure there was a clock on the microwave but there would be less interest and need for time, if this adventure worked. I sat up straight and moved to my knees and the dogs came to me, tails wagging wildly and burying their heads into me for more stroking and loving.I got to my feet and walked to the double doors, the dogs alongside me. I opened the doors and we went outside, one last time for the night. I joined them, again, peeing in similar places as before. As I straightened up, watching the dogs cavort around me, I allowed my eyes to turn to the house. There were lights on upstairs where I presumed the bedrooms were. It could be later than I thought, but I seriously doubted we had spent that much time together, already. Aside from the light in the windows of the house, there was only darkness. The estate was far from a travelled road and further from any town or city. Looking up into the night sky, I was in awe of the stars twinkling back at me. A moonless night, the stars seemed to fill the sky. A shooting star! Passing right across my field of view from upper right to lower left. I knew instantly what I wished for ?The dogs returned to the door where I waited, but they did so individually, each coming from a different direction. The Lab was the first and he took up position at my side, sitting patiently, but he sighed. I lightly chuckled at that and he looked up at me. I couldn?t help the chuckle. It was like he was saying to me, ?what is keeping those two?? I crouched down next to him and hugged his head and neck into my body. He turned his head to me and licked my face enthusiastically. As I squirmed up to get out of his range, giggling the entire time, his still active tongue swiped my left breast and nipple. I hugged him, kissed the top of his snout, and decided right then that he would be the first tonight.I wasn?t sure about the run assignments for the dogs. I neglected to ask if the dogs had assigned runs or not. As additional reinforcement of my association with them now, I put the dogs into a sit, gave each a training treat, and then proceeded to the kennel runs. I opened the first one, on the far left, and the Coonhound came out of the sit and pranced in. I found that interesting. It was duplicated with the Retriever going into the middle run. The Lab was still in the sit position until I opened the last run gate. If their training was neglected of late, they had been well trained previously. Not only did they maintain the sit command, but knew their run and understood to enter it.I walked past each of the gates and found each of them sitting quietly at gate watching me. I walked toward the small light over the sink and decided it would be good to leave that one light on. I was unfamiliar with the layout of the kennel. Trying to navigate it in the dark may well provide bruises to my shins and legs stumbling around in the complete darkness. I turned back to the dogs, still sitting and watching me. Are they ? could they possibly be ? they couldn?t really sense what I was wanting to do tonight ? could they?The very thought was enough to cause me to react. I was first drawn to the sight of my nipples, then the feeling between my legs. Since sitting at that table on the patio talking about the job and learn what was actually intended as the job, my mind has been unable to put that thought far out of reach. Always, no matter what else might have been happening or thought, that reality was before my mind?s eye, so to speak.I poked fingers through the gates, gently touching, stroking, and whispering my intentions to them. They had no idea what I was whispering to them. But, I understood every word and intention. The repeated words were working for me, if not for them. This was insane. I was really going to do this. Not this, tonight, yes, I could do this, I had before in different circumstances, less desirable circumstances. No, I mean, after tonight ? I was going to be theirs, available and willing nearly my entire time. For how long? That isn?t even defined ?I stood up at the Retriever and look at the next gate, the one gate I haven?t crouched down in front of, yet. The reason is obvious, and standing there, I sucked in a deep breath and take my steps as calmly and deliberately as I can muster. My heart is racing, my head is nearly swimming, my hands feel clammy ? but my body is supercharged, the slight breeze moving through the building feels like a lover?s hair caressing my bare skin.I am at his gate. He, like the others is sitting at the gate, as though he was waiting for me, expecting me. Could he even possibly have been hoping for me? Is that possible with a dog? That seems crazy, but the action of the three might suggest otherwise. I don?t crouch down in front of him, though. Instead, I open the gate and step inside. As I do, he backed up and to the side slightly, but doesn?t take his eyes from me. His tail is wagging like a fan stuck on high. I am looking for any signs that he is good with what will happen, that he won?t be distressed. Now, though, I crouch in front of him, taking his head in my arms, and engulfing him in my clutches. His tail slows, but his tongue shoots out with licks at the closest skin. I pull back only slightly and look into his eyes. I am not sure what I am looking for but in the near dark I was not going to see it even if it was there. Instead, I kiss his snout. His tongue comes out and covers part of my mouth and chin. We repeat this over and over until my tongue contacts his. He pulls back, but only slight, too. He is surprised, I think. But, interested none the less. Tentatively, we continue the sparring, tongues touching briefly, then longer until ? finally, his tongue is inside my mouth. My lips clamp done on it and I suck. How perverse ? how a****listic ? how erotic.I know I am ready, but I want to test him, continuing in my desire that if mating is to occur that it is willing and not forced, at least on him. Even the concession at the end of that though sends a shiver through me. What was that kartal escort (https://istanbulyeniescortbayanlar.xyz/kartal-escort-bayan) thought? I wouldn?t force him, but I would submit to him? That is what this was, my submission to the dogs as their bitch. And, I was about to make the initial consummation. Initial, because consummation couldn?t be to just one of the dogs. The act of consummation couldn?t be complete, making me the kennel bitch, until I had been mated by each of the dogs. And ? perhaps even again.I sat back on my bottom and opened my legs. Braced on my hands spread behind me for support, I wanted to watch his reaction to my presentation. As before, he sniffed the air, but moved between my legs much faster this time. He had already made the connection of that scent with its source. In moments and with little hesitation he was again licking at my pussy with the eagerness of a new lover given the opportunity to finally have her to himself. Instantly, all the sensations of before and the memories of years past rushed back with the shocking jolts transmitted from my pussy and clit up through my body. This time, though, I had no desire to reach climax on his tongue. I had already felt that tonight, now I wanted to fully have him. I gently moved his snout from my pussy and turned to be face to face with him. Holding his head, I leaned in to him and kissed his snout, but then his lips, too. It was different than before ? a slight flavor change. The awareness of what I was tasting came to me and the next instant my tongue moved over his lips, taking more of it in. I stroked his side and down his chest. Starting slow, not wanting to startle him and ruin this moment for us ? for me. I continued my hand down his chest, up and down, then lower onto his abdomen. Then ? almost as much a surprise to me as to him, I felt his penis. I kept my hand moving, purposes wanting to have the action feeling random and non-threatening. More and more, though, my hand and fingers grazed his sheath and it was unmistakable that I was also feeling his penis, his cock, emerging from the sheath. Surprisingly, at least to me, he was reacting with little fear or wariness at the touch. Instead, quite to the contrary, his breathing changed into a light pant and his hind leg lifted and opened, giving me better access still.It was now or never. If I was truly going to be their bitch, why not be a bitch they could never experience from a real dog-bitch. I sucked in deep breath, again, not for needed of air, but for calming and steadying of my body and mind. I gently pushed him onto his side and he allowed me to move him. His tongue licked at my arm but there was little other reaction from him. Except, when I moved much more deliberately to his lower abdomen, his hind leg lifted and his head raised and looked at me. I couldn?t help but give him a smile. He couldn?t have experienced this before. A dog doesn?t do that and all those other women never made it this far. He seemed perfectly comfortable and accepting of anything I wanted to do. That created an even bigger smile and a sigh of some relief. He accepted me ? now, all that was needed was for me to accept him.With him on his side, I leaned in and kissed his stomach, then lower, and continued down until I was laying my kisses around and on his sheath. I helped him with his leg in the air and he nearly was on his back, his two legs splayed out like my had been earlier. In the dim light, I could see his cock outside the sheath by a couple inches, already. The only explanation seemed that my attention to him, my scent, and his attention to my pussy were the triggers. Triggers that would certainly become even more reinforced in the very near future. Now, I was determined. Still a bit intimidated by the magnitude of what this meant, but determined.I touched the tip with my tongue and I felt and tasted the precum escaping from it. I licked my lips with the fluid and saw him raise his head to watch me. I ignored that and lowered my mouth to the cock tip, taking it just inside my mouth and tasting more of his precum. This time when I raised, I looked over at him, shifted enough to plant a kiss on the side of his snout, and then returned in much greater interest to his cock. His taste was nice. I couldn?t specifically remember sucking a dog?s cock, but I like it. Its shape and texture were different from a man. I had certainly pleasured enough men?s cocks and I found this one, a dog?s, also of interest. I took him fully into my mouth, as much of it as was exposed from the sheath, and I sucked. With it inside my mouth, I allowed my tongue to swirl around the tip, and then sucking more of the precum. It seemed to be an amazing amount of precum that he was emitting. I was sure to find out if that was normal or special.I felt the cock continue to grow in my mouth and I continued to suck. At the same time, I used one hand to stroke the side and belly of the dog, a soothing motion combined with an erotic one. I felt him lay his head back down and release a long sigh and low sound out of his throat. I don?t know that it was a moan, but that was the closest I could identify it to. I did not want him to cum in my mouth, that was intended for another location and I was more excited than ever for that to actually happen. God, it had been soooooo long since the last time. My mind raced with wondering if it would be good, better than that time before.Putting all that away, I lifted my head from his cock, kissed his snout one more time, and uttered a throaty, ?Okay, boy, time to make me a bitch.?I turned on my hands and knees, spreading my knees wide and pointing my ass right into his face. He stretched his neck up, again picking up my scent, and scrambled onto his feet. That delightful and thrilling tongue was active again on my wet and ready opening. I sighed and moaned as he licked with enthusiasm, but as wonderful as this was feeling and as much as I would love another orgasm from a dog tongue, I was now desperate for something more and the more needed to be inside me. I wiggled my ass back and forth and moving slightly away from him to break his contact. I slapped my ass while supporting myself on one arm. That seemed to do it and he was on my back. The old instincts of having a bitch came to him. I might be human, but he was familiar with pussy and what to do with it.He stabbed at me several times and the hard, pointy cock hit my ass, around my ass and pussy as he tried to find my opening. Not wanting him to become frustrated, I reached between my legs, found him, and gently guided his nearly fully exposed cock to my hole. At the first contact with my wet opening, his tip just penetrating inside me, he thrust ? hard and deep. It all rushed back to me! With the first penetration accomplished, he began thrusting in and out with wild abandon. If a man tried treating me this way on the first fuck, I might never forgive him. This was total dominance and control. But that is exactly what being fucked by a dog is about. A dog is completely a****listic, dominating, and controlled. That process of giving yourself to the experience, the total experience of a****l and domination makes it so very thrilling. Instinctively or automatically, one hand is holding onto his back leg to keep him in place. This is the time, during the frantic pumping of his still not quite fully extended cock that he can inadvertently pull himself out. This is another frustrating part of dogs that can be averted with proper understanding and some assistance. To me, that assistance is another element of the thrill. Not only is being fucked by a dog so dominating and powerful and a****listic, but I am assisting him in accomplishing it. An additional feeling of submission to the dog and the act.As I feel him deeply inside me, I release his leg, feeling more confident of our connection. I could feel his cock growing inside me, still secreting his pre-cum, perhaps a natural requirement to ease the penetration into a dog-bitch that may not be adequately self-lubricated ? unlike me. His cock continued to grow in length and thickness and with it, my own stimulation was increasing. I pushed back against him, holding myself steady against his frantic pumping and thrusting. His legs clamped tightly around my waist, his head hanging at my left shoulder, his panting breath passing by my ear.I arched my back against him as I felt the first indication of his knot against my ready pussy opening. I remembered the pleasure that came from the knot inside, but also the moments of sharp pain as it went in and out later. The pain, though, I remembered was immaterial compared to the pleasure it also provided. I pushed back against him, providing a solid resistance to his pressing at my hole. I groaned as I felt his knot spreading me, stretching me wider as his determination of inserting his knot and completing the tie. To him, tying us together was a necessary and natural part of the mating process; it helped to ensure the insemination of the bitch?s womb. And it gave me the same sensation.As the knot passed into me, I moaned loudly and heard the other dogs in the next stalls react to the sounds of our activity. I felt so full now, but it wasn?t as full as I was going to become. The cock and knot continued to grow inside me. I pulled away from him tentatively and knew I was going to be tied to him until he was ready to release me. I arched against him, again. This time to feel him as deeply inside as possible, but also to feel him firmly against my back, his belly and chest fir moving against my naked skin. As my pending orgasm rose within me, I felt his cock swell completely and jerk inside me. Then, I felt the first of several jets of cum shoot into my pussy. I swear I could feel them hitting the walls of my pussy and that was all I needed to orgasm. It crashed over me and my muscles clench, released, and clenched over his cock and knot. This only stimulated his climax further sending additional jets of cum into me. The volume was amazing.As my orgasm subsided, I found myself face down on the matt, with my ass stuck up in the air still tied to the dog. The dog had turned over me so we were now ass-to-ass, a defensive and natural position for the male in case he were to be challenged while tied to his bitch. And there can be no more base feeling than the feeling of having been bred by a dog, his seed poured into you, and his knot closing off your pussy from releasing the seed. It is a sense, a feeling that your womb is flooded with dog sperm, frantically seeking out an egg to fertilize. He tested the tie frequently, undoubtedly a sign of not being that experienced, or that my pussy was tighter than the dog-bitches he might have had, but I wasn?t so sure about that. Interesting to me, face down on the matt, my body hot and sweaty from my orgasm, tied to the dog that just fucked me to that orgasm, and the knot still lodged securely inside me, that I should be thinking about the relative size of dog versus human pussy.When he was finally small enough to pull out of me, I felt a rush of air on my exposed and gaping hole, but also a seemingly large amount of dog cum spilling out at the same time. I didn?t bother with looking, I just fell completely to the matt. I was filled with a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment, too. I was sure I could do this, now I was confident the rest of the night would go well, too.I looked to the dog and found him a few feet away licking his cock clean. A perverse thought came to my mind. Doing that for them was certainly something that a human bitch could do that a dog-bitch couldn?t. I crawled over to him and pushed his head away from his groin. I replaced it with my own and went about sucking and licking off our combined fluids from his cock and knot. As I sat back on my heels, I saw him drop his hind leg down. I chuckled aloud, bent down to his head, and kissed him one last time. I stood up and moved to the open gate of his stall. I turned back as I closed his gate and admired the a****l as he lay sprawled out on the matt. That was the way I felt, but I was far from done tonight ?I walked to the next stall next door. This is the Retriever. As I get to the gate, he is up from the matt and approaching the gate. He is sitting at the gate like he is expecting something, like he is anticipating something. I find that too much to believe and put it simply to my newness to the situation and their curiosity.I had maltepe escort (https://istanbulyeniescortbayanlar.xyz/istanbul-maltepe-escort) my own anticipation now, though. I was now in a similar situation as that time at my home. As I entered the gate, he was at my pussy in an instant. The mixed scents emanating from my pussy had his attention. Just like when I was chained to the dog back home with a pussy full of cum, he was picking up the same thing. The combination of the cum from the other dog and my own orgasm provided him with more than enough olfactory stimulation. I started out in the same way with him as I did with the first. I crouched in front of him and allowed my knees to separate. I stroked and petted his head and ears. But, that was a minor distraction to him as he honed in on the source of that smell. He didn?t waste much time on preliminaries and was between my legs and lapping at my pussy, taking in the leaking cum, and stimulating me to provide more of my own.While he was intent between my legs, and I was enjoying the attention immensely, I reached down his body and underneath in my own search for what I was interested in. There was more involved here than casual curiosity of me and random sounds. He was already well out of his sheath. The only explanation I had was that the scents from the mating in the next stall, the sounds, and the cries and moans had been perfect stimulators for this dog and likely the next one, as well. I lifted his head to my chest and hugged him tightly. I gasped when his tongue flicked out several times in quick succession on my nipple. It was nearly overwhelming how intimate everything was feeling to me. Each dog and each part of this evening was like never-ending steps of increasing stimulation and connection with them.I dropped to my knees and crawled past him to the matt. And, as I had hoped, he pushed his snout into my ass as I passed by him and he stayed with me, licking when he could as I continued to walk on hands and knees to his bed. To his bed ? just that was another jolt in my mind that transmitted triggers to my body. I, soon to become his bitch, was willfully crawling to his bed for the express purpose of availing myself to him to mate with. Yes, every step of this evening was increasing not only my awareness of my decision, but was increasing my commitment to my decision.This dog was very much like the Lab. He mounted me with little hesitation and my guiding hand had him inside me quickly with a minimum of what can be somewhat painful jabbing of the hard, pointy cock. And, once inside me, he seemed to start swelling almost immediately. It was like he had been anticipating his turn with me and was ready to respond as soon as he had the chance. I felt the knot at my opening quickly and he pushed with an urgency and need that just seemed to reinforce that impossible expectation. Dogs don?t have those expectations, do they? Or, is there something else happening here, some other connection, and some association between us that is beyond the normal? I pushed those thoughts away. What was happening inside my pussy was much more important at the moment than silly thoughts of canine/human relationships. And, what was happening inside my pussy was again nearly mind-blowing. The only explanation was my mind, the psychological stimulation, taking hold and magnifying each experience. But, who cared. All I cared about was the orgasm rising within me, the tingles and swelling sensation of emotion and physical sense coursing through me as his knot pushed into me and his stroked became shorter, but more intense, more urgent. He was approaching his own climax and his focus was on that, on breeding his bitch. And ? I was his bitch; I was his willing and compliant bitch. I pushed back onto his knot to drive him deeper inside me. I pulled away from the knot to try to make contact with my g-spot. We were a fusion of a****listic motion solely intent on sharing our climax, in an a****l world it would be insemination, breeding his puppies.So it was no wonder, with all these emotions and flashing thoughts running through me, that my orgasm was on the edge, just at the point of explosion. Thankfully, at that moment, I felt his cock inside swell, his knot becoming huge. I felt him jerk once, twice. I exploded. It was all I needed, the final stimulation, sensation, awareness of what was happening and what I was doing, that sent me into a wondrous orgasm ? again, for the second time in a row! My orgasm clenched my pussy wall around his twitching cock and closed off my opening around his knot. We were ready. The way my pussy was holding him, not a drop of his seed was going to escape, but I knew that wouldn?t be possible. He started spurting inside and I could feel the warm fluid at it hit my walls and seemed to fill with his cum.Unbelievable ? the sensations are simply unbelievable unless you have experienced them. The knot filling you, the shape and texture of the cock, and the volume of cum filling you with spurt after spurt until you would swear you are completely filled. Of course, you aren?t, it is all sensation ? but wonderful sensations.I was spent when we were both through our orgasms. My chest and face on the matt, my ass was in the air, supported on bent knees while still tied to the dog. I don?t know how long that lasted, not just because there was no clock, but also because I must have fallen asleep. I was awakened by the stretching of my pussy as the knot escaped my hold. How interesting ? my first awareness wasn?t the stretching sensation but the volume of cum flowing from my gaping hole. Yes, the stretching woke me, but the seed running out of me, down my thigh, and dripping onto the matt was my first real awareness. My fatigue evident by my dozing while tied to the dog, my body reveled at the obscenity of the situation, the baseness of my actions, and the dripping of cum from my body was a sudden recharging of my need to continue. I had one more dog to complete my consummation of this relationship. Then, after the third, who knew what was going to happen tonight ?I turned on my hands and knees and followed the dog to the corner of the matt he had retreated to in order to clean himself. Like the other dog, however, I roughly pushed his head away with mine, now confident in our relationship and my safety with them. I cleaned his cock and knot with my lips and tongue, and then kissed him on the lips before turning to the gate. I stood on wobbly and unsteady legs, catching myself as I managed to reach the gate. I closed it behind me and moved to the third and last dog, the Coonhound. He too was sitting at the gate as though waiting for his turn that he fully expected would happen. Entering, I went through all the same steps of intimate familiarization as I used on the previous two dogs. He was about the same size as the other two, but I also knew that Coonhounds were a very energetic breed. The combination of a little more energy, roughly the same size, and my fatigue might prove very interesting.He was, too. He gripped me strong and firm, holding me solidly in place as he thrust at me with all his effort. My pussy was already well stretch and loose from the previous two and well lubricated with the cum of two dogs and my own fluids from two orgasms. His knot went in much easier than the others did and I suspected would come out easier, too. But despite that being true, when I felt his cock twitch and jerk inside me, I orgasmed for the third time. I was pleased really that I was able to fully experience each dog and to have them fully experience me on our first mating. It seemed proper somehow.After I was released by him and I cleaned his cock, I curled up with him on his matt. I was too tired to consider other alternatives. I suppose I could have gone directly back to the first dog, but ? fatigue overtook me and I was quickly and contentedly asleep.I awoke and it was still very dark. I suspected I had only dozed, as the dog had not changed positions at all. I slowly regained my feet under me, stretched out muscles that had spent too much time on hands and knees, crouched, and curled up. I exited the stall I had finished up in and in my groggy state just stood immobile for moments. I considered, finally, what my next action should be and I quickly decided that it shouldn?t be up to me, it should be the dogs. I left the last gate open and opened the other two, then staggered to the large matt that had previously been lowered, grabbed a blanket from the shelf next to it and dropped to the matt, barely getting half my weary body covered as I curled into a ball. I didn?t remember a thing about the rest of the night.The morning was startling. I had left the stall gates open to allow freedom of motion and their selection of action. I had anticipated that one or several of the dogs would interrupt my sleep. I was wrong. In fact, when I woke, I was surprised to find the three dogs curled up on the large matt with me. I discovered it when the light of the new morning caused me to keep my eyes open when I turned and saw it. Not knowing what time it might be, I stretched my body out. In that stretch, I encountered the Lab at my feet. His stirring brought the other dogs to attention. By the time I was sitting up, the dogs were sitting around me. They seemed to have an expectant look about them, but it was far different from last night. This was a more normal life expectancy.I stood up and stretched again. My knees were a bit sore and I decided that crawling around on the concrete floor was a really bad idea regardless of the image it might convey. Walking to the double door and opening them, the dogs ran out and a thought occurred to me. Crawling on the concrete inside may be a bad idea, but occasionally crawling on all fours outside on the lawn with the dogs would be much easier and convey the same appearance of one of them, for moments at least.I casually checked towards the house and saw nobody on the patio. If I were awake and wanting to enjoy some Saturday morning coffee, I would positively be on the patio. It might be earlier than I thought. I fed the dogs and had something myself. I then took them back outside for some exercise. I was surprised at how casual I was with my nakedness, already. As a group, we cavorted around the building, having them chase balls and chasing me. The activity took a decided turn, though, as the Retriever chased me around the corner of the kennel away from the house and I tumbled over the Lab as he came around the other side. Tumbling to ground, I found myself sprawled out on my back. The dogs took a look and remembered the previous night, apparently, because they were on me, licking me everywhere. No matter where they licked, they encountered naked skin that caused me to squirm. I was laughing and squealing with delight when suddenly the dogs backed off. I looked at them but their attention was behind me. I arched my back and craned my neck to look directly behind me. There standing ten feet behind me were the Taylors.?Well, you don?t seem too worse for wear. Can I inquire if ?? His wife hit him on the arm. He rubbed it and turned to her, shaking his head. ?Okay, so how would you ask her??I laughed and rolled over into a kneeing position. The dogs came up around me and I took them into my arms. ?Yes, to answer the question ? we got along just fine; no, magnificently last night.?Mrs. Taylor threw her hand to her mouth, but before she did I saw a big smile come to her face. ?So ? you really did it? And, you are still happy about being around the dogs???Happy? Hmmmmm ?? I hugged each of the dogs, ?Happy doesn?t even begin to describe it.?* * *Dori had been leaning far forward as I described the night with the dogs. As I concluded that part, she fell back against the backrest of the lounge. She sighed deeply and turned her face up to look at nothing. We had moved the large umbrellas to cover us from the sun.She turned her gaze back to me, ?You really did it. Was it really as good as you said??I looked at the guys with a smile and then focused on my black friend. ?No, it didn?t feel like I described ? because words could never properly convey the feeling of being mated by dogs.? I looked at the men with another smile, ?Just like it would be impossible to properly describe what it would feel like to be fucked by good men.?The men laughed and Dori blushed. Everyone, except me, became very aware of their nakedness, again. The guys were clearly aroused, although not fully hard. Dori?s open legs showed shininess on her lips. I smiled at her and she blushed, again as she realized where I was looking. I wasn?t just looking at the glistening lips, though. Her pink inside was also showing against her black skin.* * * CHAPTER 9 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.