Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2008 19:17:18 EDT
From: ScarletLegg@aol.com
Subject: Blacky

It was a very cold and freezing Thanksgiving holiday weekend and I had been
invited to get in some hunting at a friend's ranch.  James had a very large
pond covering some fifty acres, well stocked, and trash birds were hunting his
game fish.

     I arrived there early morning and looked forward to trying out my new
pump 12-gauge shotgun. I parked at the cattle guard at the end of the tree line
so my car would be hidden from full view of the birds. When I exited the car,
here was Jame's huge black retriever. His name was Blacky. He was all excited
once he saw my gun knowing there might be some bird retrieval involved.

     I took up a position just to the right of the cattle guard, yet still
under the trees for some added protection. It was so cold, the edges of the pond
were frozen, extending roughly two feet from the shore. So, there Blacky and
I sat for a good 30 to 45 minutes. Some birds finally flew in, but from the
opposite direction, and landed in the center of the pond, just out of range. Of
course they caught Blackys' attention and he proceeded to abandon me, trotting
down the levee, eyeing the birds. He must have been a couple hundred feet
from me before curiosity got the better of him. I guess he figured they might be
cripples and he jumped into the water, swimming toward them. He got about half
way there and they decided to take off. Blacky turned around and headed back
to shore.

     I had turned my attention back to scanning the horizon for any other
approaching birds. When I looked back at him, he had reached the shore, but
couldn't get out. His front paws couldn't grasp a hold on the ice and it was too
deep for his hind legs to touch bottom and help push him self out. I watched for
a short time before I realized he was in real trouble as he swam along the
shore trying different areas to get out.

     I set the gun down and took off running down the levee. When I reached
him, I realized I had a problem stepping out to reach him. I ended up on my
belly, stretched out and grabbed his forelegs. It was a bit of work, but I
finally got him pulled out. I just sat there looking at him as he shook the water
from his coat, spraying me with that ice-cold pond water. He came over and
licked my face. I guess he figured I had saved his life. That pretty well finished
off a bad day to go hunting. I was chilled and decided to call it quits and
head home.

It was a couple months later before I went on a follow up hunting trip out to
James'. As I drove down the road, Blacky spotted my car and came running
after me. I parked the car under some trees and as soon as I exited the car, there
he was ready to hunt. I grabbed my shotgun, shells and coffee and headed
through the trees just inside the fence line, trying not to be seen by any birds
in the vicinity.

     I walked down about a hundred yards before I came to a nice open area.
Few trees in front of me to obstruct my shooting, but I was concealed with
large clumps of tall grasses all around me. I set down my gun and got comfortable,
enjoying the warmth from my cup of coffee. Blacky sat down next to me, eyeing
the area around the lake for any birds. I finally realized his eyesight was
sharper than mine, so I just watched his face to determine what was in the area.

     I guess it was a good 45 minutes later and nothing was flying. By this
time, the coffee was working my bladder overtime, so I carefully crawled over
about 5 or 6 feet from my sitting area so I could relieve myself. I certainly
didn't want to stand up in the grasses and be spotted by any birds, so I
crouched up on my knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down so I
could relieve my bladder. Just as I was finishing, I felt Blacky behind me,
sniffing my ass. I was surprised when I felt his tongue start licking my
backside. Damn, it felt good! I decided to go with the flow and bent over a little to
give him better access. He delved into my crack, licking all around and even
nuzzling between my legs to lick my balls.

     I decided to get back to my hidden spot and then pull my jeans back up.
As I started crawling back, Blacky got other ideas about the situation and
jumped up on my back. Now, he was a huge black retriever so he weighed me down
when he got on my back and he started humping his groin against my ass. I didn't
feel like arguing with him, so I stopped my movement and lowered my head to
the ground. That's when I felt the hard, pointed tip of his cock as it stabbed
around in my butt crevice.

     Then he hit my hole. Damn, his claws dug into my sides as his powerful
forelegs pulled me back into his groin and he power fucked his cock into my
rectum. He was jack hammering my ass, slamming his entire cock as far up into me
as he could get it. I saw stars as I felt his cock lengthening and swelling
inside me. He continued his powerful pumping as his cock stretched my rectal
walls. And stretch them he did! I was feeling so full it was beginning to hurt,
especially just inside my butt ring. That was when I realized his knot was
inside me. I wanted to scream from that particular pain, but my mind also was
taking into account that his cock was lengthening deep into my bowels and the tip
was swelling. Then the first powerful jet of spunk fired out of him deep
inside me. I could feel its warmth, then another and another. Every few seconds I
could feel him squirting his cum deep inside me, watery and warm. And the only
place it could go was deeper inside my bowels. His cock completely filled my
colon and his huge knot had me plugged. I just laid my head on the grass and
let him have his fill. I certainly couldn't get away from him, tied to him with
his huge throbbing knot. I reached back to feel around my ass and felt his
hard dick base that is behind the knot, throbbing and pulsing as he inseminated
me with his load of doggie cum.

     After a good twenty minutes, which seemed a lot longer, I was feeling
very uncomfortable. I was full of knot and cock and now a large pool of doggie
cum. I was amazed at his amount of cum. He had started his cum in large, heavy
squirts. That had slowed down but he was still depositing more of his fluids.
He jumped off my back and pulled away just enough to cause some severe pain.
His knot was still fully embedded inside me and wasn't ready to come out just
yet. We stayed like that for another 5 more minutes before I felt his cock
start sliding out of me. Once he pulled out entirely, I turned to look at him and
was amazed at the size of his cock hanging between his rear legs. All that had
been inside me!

     He started cleaning it and I felt some of his cum dripping out of me,
running down the sides of my thighs. Then he was back licking my ass and thighs.
When I finally shifted around, I could feel his cum sloshing around deep
inside me. I figured it would be awhile before it fully worked its way down to be
expelled. I got dressed and decided to walk up to the house to visit a little
and have a cup of coffee with my friend. Needless to say, Blacky was at my
heels. It was about an hour later that I had to hit the bathroom to relieve
myself and was amazed at the amount of liquid cum that flowed from my bowels. It
was like a cum enema, there was so much. After I finished and cleaned up, I went
back out, grabbed the shotgun and headed back to my hunting spot, hoping for
some afternoon shooting. Needless to say, Blacky shadowed me back to our spot.

     Once we were situated back in our secluded spot and I was back on my
knees, Blacky was in my face staring at me, then licking me. A few ducks flew
pass and that caught his interest momentarily until they kept flying on past the
lake. Then he turned his attention back to me. After a few minutes, he moved
behind me and nuzzled my seated ass. Well, nothing was happening with the
hunting, so what the hell! I raised up, undid my pants and pulled them down to my
ankles. He was all excited now and started licking my ass in earnest. I changed
my position so I was on all fours and he was on top of me in a flash. His
front legs wrapped around my chest as his rear end started humping into me. He
found his mark and thrust his cock into me, only this time he was working it in
and out. I could feel his expanding knot going in and out of me till it
enlarged enough that he had to thrust it hard to regain entry. His head was laying
on my shoulder, his tongue lapping my neck and ear as his cock fully expanded
inside me. I could feel it pulsing and then he started shooting his cum inside
me again. I thought for sure his balls would have been drained after our first
fuck, but he was hosing down my insides again with what felt like another
couple cups of his cum. I just relaxed this time and enjoyed the feeling of him
making me his bitch. Hell, I could enjoy this all the time!

     We were locked together for a good half hour before he pulled his cock
free of my ass. Where I had been a little sore after the first fucking, I felt
good this time and was already missing having his cock pounding my ass and
depositing his load deep inside me. We relaxed for awhile and I pulled a sandwich
out of my knapsack. I ended up sharing it with him. Then I just laid back and
enjoyed a short nap, warmed by the sun and full of dog cum. Blacky even lay
down next to me and rested his head on my stomach.

      I was awakened by Blacky nuzzling the crotch of my jeans. When I was
fully awake, I realized I had dozed off for an hour or so. I was so relaxed and
felt great. As I rolled over to get up, Blacky was on my back in a flash and
humping away. I was amazed that he could be ready to mate me again, but who was
I to argue the point. I looked around the area for any prying eyes, and
seeing none, undid my jeans and pulled them down so we could have our third fucking
of the day. Blacky was back on me in a flash and wasted no time in sinking
his cock back inside my ass. He slammed it home and humped madly as his cock
lengthened and swelled inside me, along with his orange-sized knot. In no time,
he had us locked together and began squirting more hot, watery cum into me,
adding to the pool of his sperm deposited just a couple hours earlier. By the
time he disengaged from me, it was time for me to head home. He cleaned my ass
again and I pulled my jeans up and stood up. I could definitely feel his juices
sloshing around deep inside me. It was a very strange sensation, but very
pleasing. I made up my mind to come back hunting again.


*** Hope you enjoyed this story about the second dog to breed me in my life.
If you did, let me hear from you and I will submit the followup hunts and what
happened. Again, a BIG special thanks to Tom.