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CHAPTER 9

I swung my legs to the side of the lounge and stood up, “This is a good stopping point. I need a break and we could use some snacks and drink. I think some exercise might be good, too. How about an hour break in the pool?”

Like boys being boys, Albert and Jesse ran to the edge and did cannonballs, water spraying in every direction. Dori was shaking her head and following me. I tried to get her to let me take care of the things in the house, but “I want to talk to you.”

I hooked my arm into hers and pulled her into my side as we walked to the patio door and then to the kitchen. “Are you okay? Is anything wrong?”

“Miss Ryn! Stop that! I am fine. Okay … flushed, blushed, and horny as hell, but fine.” She had a big smile on her face. “That’s what I want to talk to you about.”

“Horny?” I was teasing her. This was the longest I have seen her naked and it was in the full light of day. It was easy to get her to blush; she had lived such a protected life. But the tease didn’t even hit her as a tease.

“Yes … horny. Horny as hell is the way I described it.” I looked at her almost in shock, but she didn’t even notice that. She was focused. There was something really important she wanted to get out and she couldn’t do it in front of the guys. “I want to do it … something … with Albert or Jesse.” I was shocked and my mouth dropped open. The proverbial jaw on the floor. “Oh, come on … you knew this was coming. Heck, you’ve been prepping me for this.” But, now she was blushing. Not backing down, though.

I tried to compose myself. “What … what do you have in mind?” I looked at her intently, eyes to eyes. I couldn’t help it; I threw my arms around her and pulled her in. “Dori, this is wonderful! I am so excited.” My words weren’t the only excitement, though. Pulled in tightly to me, breast to breast, naked body to naked body … my lips found her neck, her ear, her cheek, and engulfed her mouth. My hands were roaming her back and pulling her into me. I couldn’t help it. Reliving the first time with Mr. Thrower’s dogs, spending the time naked in front of each other, a light sheen of sweat on each of our bodies from the sun and heat, then hearing Dori was ready was too much. Her mouth was as eager as mine was, just less experienced.

“Oh god, Miss Ryn. I feel like I might explode! I never knew it could be like this.”

“And we haven’t really done anything, dear. Now, what are you thinking with the guys?”

“I don’t know. You know I have never done anything … anything. I want to feel them. I want them to feel me. I realized lately that I do love them. Not boyfriend type love, but family type love. I do trust them and I can feel their respect, but also their desire. I have seen them looking at me … oh, you, too. But, they are checking me, too. Oh, they are very discrete, very considerate, but I did catch them.” She was blushing in full bloom now. “I want to take the first step, but not the whole step. You know what I mean?”

“I think so. We’ll play. Some touching, kissing, and hugging. The pool will make that convenient. We’ll experiment and let the events flow, but no intercourse. Okay?”

She hugged me. “Thank you.”

I kissed her once again on the lips. I swatted her bare butt, “Have one of the guys come in to carry this full cooler back out.” Either one of us could have managed it, but I wanted to talk to one of them to establish the limits with Dori.

Albert came in, glistening with water on his large black body that a towel just didn’t seem to be able to handle. I explained the new development to him and asked him to clear it with Jesse. Albert was almost beside himself. That simple discussion caused his wonderful cock to twitch several times and enlarge. Not hard, but it is impossible not to notice a cock like that when it starts.

We were no sooner back at the lounge chairs and we were all in the water. The first ten to fifteen minutes was just splashing, diving, and swimming around. All four of us had something on our minds, though. When Dori or I got out of the pool for the diving board or to retrieve an errantly thrown ball, the two guys watched intently. I couldn’t really blame them as I, too, watched Dori. Climbing out of the pool with the water running off her lean body … but when she went to the diving board it was a sight. I was self-conscious to follow her after seeing how her breasts moved. However, the guys, when they jumped on the board … if our breasts were moving, it was nothing like what happened with them.

It all became erotic play, visual and touching. The occasional, accidental bumping that occurred before became more frequent and less accidental. Then the active games started. Dori found herself on Jesse’s shoulders, I was on Albert’s, and we went into battle. Moreover, yes, the two of us squealed like teenage girls and screamed with delight when we fell over, going underwater with our man, and in the process getting some groping in.

Then we did the obvious, swimming through legs. This is so obvious but is still such a delight in the pool. Being naked made it more so and each sex was being felt up in ways that swimming through could never cause. But, it had the desired effect and we were all charged and prepared for play that was more deliberate. The question in three of our minds was what was deliberate without being too much for Dori.

Jesse took the initiative and I watched even though I was confident in his consideration of her. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her to the edge of the pool. He had that look that even Dori was sure of. He lifted himself up with his arm on the edge of the pool and she leaned to him. They kissed on the mouth with her hand pulling his head to her. He fell back into the water but maintained eye contact with her and her on him. While gazing at each other, he put his hands on the insides of her knees and pushed them open. She shifted her weight and her legs opened wide. So close now, he seemed almost mesmerized. He didn’t immediately move. When he did, though, it was to kiss her knees, then the inside of each knee, then working his way up her legs, back and forth. He soon reached a point that he needed more room, more opening. He didn’t touch her … she leaned back on her arms, lifted her legs, and opened them wide. He was on her pussy in the next instant.

I was standing in front of Albert in the waist deep water. My back was pressed up against his front, his hands on me, one fondling a breast and the other at my stomach pulling me into him. He was hard and pressing into my butt. My focus had been on Dori and Jesse as they moved from playful to intense. A smile was wide across my face, but it melted slowly as my own stimulation overtook me while watching the other two.

I felt Albert shift his hands to my shoulders and turn me around to face him. We kissed and while we were locked together at the mouth, his hands slid down my body. My arms around his neck, he had complete access to my bare body and his hands didn’t miss much of it. I felt his hands grip me firmly at the waist and guessed his intention to duplicate the activity of Dori and Jesse. I have enjoyed the mouth and tongue of both men now and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to feel that pleasure, again. It was more that I felt a driving need to give and … and possibly stimulate Dori to follow. I was anxious to see Dori take steps that are more deliberate. What she was allowing to occur now was a good step, but it was being done to her.

I shook my head at Albert and indicated for him to jump up on the edge. Although he was intent on focusing on me, he wasn’t going to turn this down. He put his hands on the edge of the pool, jumped and pushed with his hands, spinning in the process to land in a sitting position. He rocked from side to side, opening his legs, water running off his body. I leaned in and up and licked, sucked, the water coming from his chest, flicking the drops from his nipples. He leaned forward and we kissed.

I looked to the side at how Jesse was doing and his attention hadn’t wavered from the task he set himself on. There was a hunger in his action. I looked at Dori and her eyes were going from Jesse’s action between her spread legs, to me, and Albert’s erect cock right in front of me. Her mouth was open in wonder and awe at what Jesse was doing between her legs; she seemed to have a similar reflection in her eyes at what she was seeing me do. I had dipped my head to Albert’s cock. I put out my tongue to the tip, then covering the head, and then taking the head into my mouth. I shifted my position slightly so I could occasionally look at her from the tops of my eyes. She leaned back further as if wanting to maintain the same contact with me.

Jesse must have sensed something happening around him because he raised his mouth from her pussy and glanced up at her. Seeing her attention on us, he too looked over. When he returned his eyes to her, she was looking with need at him. They stared at each other. Her eyes shifted to us, and then back to him. There almost seemed to be an unspoken question in her eyes, something she didn’t want to say, but that she wanted to express nonetheless. I stopped what I was doing and saw that Albert was watching the interaction, also.

Jesse nodded, but then asked, “Are you sure, Dori? I am happy pleasing you.”

She smiled at him, now seeming to have forgotten us. She leaned forward, her arms going around his neck and pulled him in as she captured his mouth with hers. She parted only by inches. It was difficult to hear, but I did.

“Dear, sweet man. Yes … yes … yes, I am sure. I want to do it for you.” She looked over at us then, “And you, too, someday, Albert.” She looked at me and I could see, even in the bright sun, her blush, “and you, wonderful Miss Ryn, you, too.” She returned her attention to Jesse, kissed him and with her forehead against his, muttered the last bit to him. “It will mean experimenting on you, Jesse. I don’t know what to do. But, if you are patient and I duplicate what I see Miss Ryn doing, I hope I can please you.”

He helped her back into the water and took his place on the edge next to Albert. His cock was rigid, beyond hard. Dori stood between his legs and touched it tentatively with her fingers and Jesse moaned deeply. She looked up at him, a bit alarmed by the reaction. He touched her cheek softly, “My dear god, Dori. Just having you there, wanting to please me has me so excited I may cum just from that.”

She turned to me still a little uncertain. I smiled at her, “Follow my actions, do what I do, and take the poor guy out of his misery.” She saw the playfulness in my tone and smiled, then wickedly turned back to Jesse. She licked the head, pulled back and licked her lips; a smile came over her face. She returned to his cock; occasionally peering over at me without releasing the cock in her hands and mouth. Jesse was right. He didn’t last very long and maybe that was good for her first time. When he came, it surprised her. Even with my soft warning in her ear as I recognized the tension in his body and actions of his hips, when he came, the first ever shot of sperm in her mouth caused her to pull back. Her hand massaged his cock and it continued to spurt. I saw her tongue licking her lips and a finger taking some off her chin and delivering it tentatively to her mouth. She smiled wickedly, not at anyone; she was still focused on the Jesse’s cock with sperm running down the sides. Without encouragement or embarrassment, she took it back into her mouth, sucked it, and licked it clean.

Her first was clearly a success.

* * *

It would be putting it mildly that the Taylors were a little in shock when they saw me on the ground rolling under the licks and playful attacks of the dogs. Even when they realized it was all in fun and play, they were having trouble with it. From their perspective, no young woman had seriously entertained the notion of three dogs. I had not only entertained it, I was entertained by it. Mrs. Taylor wanted to share some breakfast, but I told her I already had something earlier when the dogs ate. I told her not to worry but maybe at lunch.

That seemed strange to me. They wanted this to happen or didn’t they want this to happen? Maybe the Taylors really were nervous about this and they were merely supporting Mr. Thrower as their employer and an old man whose life was tiring out too quickly. Mrs. Taylor seemed genuinely concerned, looking over her shoulder several times, as they left for the house. Mr. Taylor seemed to need to provide encouragement to her by leading her by the elbow to keep her going. I decided she was a nice lady, perhaps caught being involved in something that she just wasn’t quite sure about. I also decided that she would be an excellent advocate for me in the future.

The dogs didn’t seem to want to waste time with their new playmate. Whatever reason it was that I was thrown into their mix, they seemed to like it. They stayed near me and I found they were already very amendable to my direction. They seemed hungry for some control in their lives. Mr. Thrower was right that they didn’t seem to have an alpha in the group and without Mr. Thrower to provide training and command, they had become sloppy and listless. Today, though they seemed full of energy and excitement. Of course, they had been out of their kennel runs since late last night and hadn’t even seen an indication that they might have to return. It wasn’t a stretch to think that they associated that change with me and my existence with them. And, in large part, they were right.

I kept looking into the woods. We had the entire estate to wander in. I was told the estate would seem huge and secluded. Bounded by two rivers and largely wooded, it would be private and isolated. I was naked. I was barefoot. I was sure, if I asked, that I could have some form of shoes. I kept considering the woods and my nakedness. Being barefoot seemed to make me all the more naked. If I were in the woods, my actions would be somewhat restricted by having to pay attention to my surroundings and path. The dogs were running to the edge of the woods and back to me. It was obvious what they wanted. But, it was also obvious that they didn’t just want to go into the woods, they could do that. No, they wanted to go into the woods with me, the new part of their group. What bonding happened last night was apparently highly effective. One night and we were a group. A pack? I didn’t know about that.

I put my hands down to my sides, touched the head of each of the dogs, and started walking to the old trail going into the woods. I remained barefoot. For that simple and perverse reason, it made my nakedness and the relationship with the dogs that much more defined. There was a more primitive, a****listic feel with the constant awareness of the ground on my feet. As we approached the edge of the wood, I looked back to the house and saw the Taylors, now joined by Mr. Thrower, on the patio watching. With a sense of teasing, I waved back to the house before turning to the woods. The dogs took off at a run into the woods, generally down the path. I chuckled, feeling the sense of freedom and adventure they were exhibiting, too. I took off after them, remaining on the worn path for the sake of my feet, but at a controlled jog. I couldn’t remember feeling this free, open to the world, and ready for anything that might come my way. Yeah, I was looking to live with the dogs as one of their own, as theirs. But, there was a sense of more, much more. Like this was a beginning, an opening, an opportunity for something that was yet to be presented to me. This was just a step. There was something about this place and these people that opened my soul and spirit. I had a bigger and deeper sense that I could be timid and careful but that I would then be missing out on that something. And, what did I have to lose? What was so great about my life that I couldn’t afford a gamble, a risk, and a chance at whatever that sense of something coming my way? There was nothing that should be holding me back, except insecurities and fears.

The dogs had run off the trail into the thicker woods. My decision made and my conviction established, I broke into a full fun down the path and as I did, I called loudly to the dogs and I heard them each crashing through the brush and undergrowth. Soon they had joined me on the path barking excitedly as we ran. While they made their noise, I ‘whooped’ and shouted in agreement with their excitement. And, I never looked back. And, I never questioned, again.

That day was one of preliminary discovery. I had intended to seek out one of the rivers, but failed. The path steadily dwindled in size and suitability until it emptied into a meadow-like area with wetlands in the middle. The grass was high, about mid-thigh on me, which meant the dogs had their head visible but that was about it. I suspected this was a hunting area at one time and that was the main use of the trail. It was apparent that hunting had not been a part of the estate lands for some time. I had spotted, and the dogs had chased, a number of species of a****l from rodent species to deer. Also, the meadow and swamp area held several different types of birds and fowl that could be hunted in season. I could not pick up the trail leading out of the open area, which meant that exploring further, and ultimately to the rivers, would have to be better planned and time allowed. It was certainly going to be slower going through the thick underbrush, especially for me having to pick my steps carefully being barefoot.

Even if we didn’t get as far as I had thought we might, we were still outside cavorting in nature, the dogs were being the dogs their DNA meant them to be, and I was being their active companion.

It was afternoon when I decided it was a good time for a rest. I figured that out on my own, actually. We stumbled onto a place in the tall grass that had been used by some deer for the night. Did they often return to the same location? I had no idea what the habits of deer were. For all knew, our stopping in the matted down grass would leave sufficient lingering scent that they might not return any time soon. But stop we did. The grass was flattened for a rough area of about ten feet in diameter. Lying down, it became even more secluded and it was amazing how quiet it became when we stopped moving. The sky was dotted with s**ttered small clouds across a sea of blue. The sun was high but very clearly to the west of straight overhead. That was how I determined it was afternoon.

I dozed off in the sun and on the matted grass. I knew I was, I could feel my body and mind settling and drifting, dropping layers of tension and awareness. The sun felt so soothing and the exercise had been invigorating, forcing me to use muscles that had for too long been under-utilized. I dreamed even. The soft sounds of the natural world around me, the warm sun, and the fresh air of the woods all combined for a sleep inducing environment. I dreamed of tongues on me, of the dogs licking me, over my entire body, but mostly it was the licks between my spread legs that stood out the most in the dream. I was moaning, even gasping from the pleasure the tongues were providing. It had to be one of the best dreams I ever had … but it wasn’t a dream.

In my dream, I arched my back and swung my arms over my head, stretching my body under the delirious assault of the tongues. In real, though, my arms caught in the grass as I tried to glide them over the rough surface against the grain they were flattened in. That slight difference made a part of my brain register a physical reaction in my dream state. That allowed other physical, real physical, reactions to also register. Then, my brain made all the connections and I was aware … not only that I had been sleeping and dreaming, but also aware that what I was dreaming was the result of actions that were real. I raised my head to see the Retriever between my legs lapping at my pussy. The other two were on either side of him, licking at my hips and occasionally managing to force their snout between my legs, too.

I groaned out unabashedly. I dropped my head back to the ground and raised my hips off the ground. The reality sinking in brought a swell of physical reactions with it. I dropped my hips back to the ground and sat up, my legs still spread as I grabbed onto the two dogs at the side. They both looked at me and started licking my face and body. I laughed at the new assault and rolled away from it, breaking the contact with the dog at my pussy.

I got to my knees and hugged them, kissing each on the snout. It was going to happen sooner or later, so why not out here? Why not now? “Think it’s time for some group action? A free-for-all, see-what-happens session like last night but all of us together?” They didn’t understand my words, but they did seem to sense my tone and demeanor. They stood around me, their wagging tails indicating their desire to participate in whatever I was talking about. My demeanor, my tone of voice, and my attitude to them was all they were relating to and all of that was positive because I had their attention and interest.

It was then that I noticed, for the first time, that their collars had a tag with their names. The Black Labrador was “Cole”, which I would later learn was ‘because he was black as coal’. The Golden Retriever was “Ora”, which was Spanish for Gold. The Coonhound was “Clyde”. Certainly interesting names. The collars were red leather, the name takes were engraved into goldish metal in a round shape. They also had their county license and rabies tag. I was surprised that this was the first time I had really spent examining the dogs. But, now I had names for them.

I pushed Ora to the ground and then the others. I had them arranged in a rough arch in front of me, which allowed me to stroke two at a time and continue to rotate who was getting petting. In this way I was getting each comfortable with my touch, again. They were a little more skittish outside than they had been last night and I was about to not pursue it any further but I remembered they were the ones that had been licking me, they had really initiated the interaction. I nuzzled each as I stroked them, slowly easing more cock from each sheath. I just wanted to give them the indication that I was ready, I was willing to be theirs. I had no idea how that would be conveyed to them for them to understand it. It wasn’t as if I could just explain to them that I was now theirs for the taking, that they should pretend that I was just a bitch for them to breed. I suspected it would take a little time for true comfort and acceptance. In the meantime, what I could do is provide encouragement in various settings.

Each of the dogs was showing cock, merely a couple inches, but they were showing. I then decided to let it happen however, it was going to happen. I turned around on my hands and knees and presented ass to them, my ass up, my head and elbows down. I didn’t see any movement for a few moments and I moved my ass back and forth, hoping to present some additional enticement. Then, I heard rather than saw movement in the grass behind me and knew that the dogs were rising. I saw paws and legs moving around me, easy to identify each by the distinction of fur.

I felt a wet snout push into my bottom, between my cheeks, between my legs, and a tongue lapping from my pussy up over my asshole. I sighed that it was beginning and gasped at the delicious feeling from the tongue. I think I could gladly take one of their tongues lapping at my sex for hours, giving me orgasm after orgasm. But, I also loved the fucking and knots from last night. I wanted more of that, too. I wanted to experience them in all situations and outside, under the sun, in the open meadow was a new and wonderful feeling. I was debating, arguing with myself how long I wanted to allow the licking to continue when he stopped. I sighed in frustration, only to gasp and groan when Cole landed on my back and his hard cock bone began thrusting at my ass cheeks. I reached underneath and guided him into me, gasping at the sudden and deep penetration.

There really is nothing quite like a dog penetrating and fucking you. The shape, the energy, the frantic movements, and the constant leaking of precum. And that is all before the knot. It was hot, anyway, much less with us mating in the sun and with less air movement because of the high grass. Cole was panting when we started, getting into mating, his was losing drool onto my shoulder. The other dogs were still attending to me with licks occasionally to my face, shoulder, or wherever they found a chance. I was going to be a complete, obscene mess when this day was done. My own sweat, the dog drool and slobber, and rolling in the grass and dirt would be taking a toll on my appearance. And the nastiness of that just added to the excitement of what was happening. If we ran into the Taylors or Mr. Thrower at the kennel on our return, they just might be shocked and concerned. It left me exhilarated.

They were still being aroused very quickly. I could already feel his knot knocking at my pussy’s door. That was fine if I was going to be mated by each dog before returning, but I couldn’t help to wonder what it will be like when they have had a steady experience of mating whenever they need or want. Will the mating sessions be longer, their experience and sexual endurance both improved? I shuddered with a minor orgasm as the thought combined with the very good fucking I was receiving.

The knot had now become his primary focus and, in turn, mine too. I pushed back against his pressing into me. I wiggled my ass side to side in attempts to help my stretching vagina to allow the knot to pass. I cried out at the very moment the knot pressed into me and his cock was suddenly three inches longer, pressing up into me, again, further than any human cock had been.

* * *

I stopped in my story at this point. I was looking at Jesse and Albert intently, then down at their crotches. As I watched them, their cocks slowly grew and it was obvious that this was almost against their will. They were each sitting between two naked women and they were trying NOT to become hard. Dori seemed to find all this amusing, too. But, she finally asked what they were all wondering.

“Why did you stop? It was getting really fun, again.”

I looked at her in mock shock. “Even you Miss Dori are finding this erotic and exciting?”

“How could I not. But, answer the question.” It is interesting how the ‘Miss Ryn’ sometimes disappears and then reappears sometime later.

“I stopped because … it occurred to me sitting here telling the story that the dogs reached places inside me that no human cock had was true at the time.” I was blushing and Dori called me on it. I smiled, “Yes, I am sure I am blushing. The fact is that these two have given a new meaning to a deep fuck.” I blushed deeper and it was easier to see on me than on any of the others, all of darker skin.

* * *

He didn’t last very much longer and my premonition of their staying power turned true. This was still all so new to them. But, I couldn’t say I was much better than they were. Yes, I had been very active with guys over the past few years, but these dogs were at an erotic and a****listic level that made me melt into a puddle of my own juices. As soon as I felt the first jerk of his cock inside me, followed by the first spurt of his copious cum into my pussy, I came … and I came hard. I shivered and shook from its intensity, dropped to the ground and dug my fingers into the grass and dirt. It was as if I was hanging on for dear life itself.

I caught my breath and got some of my wits around me again as I knelt there tied to Cole. The other two dogs were pacing back and forth in front and alongside me the entire time. During the day’s walking, playing, and exploring, in constant companionship with the dogs, I made a decision. Granted, it was made in the mindset of becoming extremely horny as the day wore on, constantly with the dogs that I would be mating with routinely day in and day out. The very thought kept me at such a high state of sexual tension it was a wonder I managed any deliberate thought at all. But, the decision I made was as erotic and a****listic as the constant tension I found myself under. Beyond being available and ready for the three dogs day or night as their bitch, I would make every attempt to clean their cocks and knots afterward. That was what I was preparing myself for.

When it happened, when the knot finally and somewhat painfully pulled out of my pussy, dog cum literally running out of me, I crawled after Cole and began cleaning him. My ass up in the air, my head near the ground to be in position to suck and lick our combined cum from his cock. It wasn’t a plan, to be so presented to the other two dogs, but it was effective. One of the dogs was behind me licking my still leaking pussy. In another moment, I realized it was Clyde as he jumped and landed on my back, his front legs grabbing my waist. I looked over my shoulder and patted his head as it hung near my shoulder. I then moved the hand between my legs and assisted this second dog into my hungry pussy.

I think I was finished cleaning Cole, but I wasn’t entirely sure. My complete attention had shifted to the new cock inside my pussy. And, so it went for the next hour. Satisfying one dog and then the next. One orgasm after another. I felt a peace about me that I didn’t think I had ever in my life felt before. I had no idea what time it was and it frankly had no consequence for me, any longer. The consequence possibly would be to get back to the kennel before dark, but I even trusted that the dogs would be able to lead me safely there. That was another interesting thing I realized about my new situation. I had no concerns, fears for encountering anything that might be a threat. With three largish dogs as constant companions, I felt safe and protected. Frankly, that was a surprise to me when it first occurred to me earlier in the day. You would think that being naked in strange surrounding would cause constant tension, nervous tension about being found, about being seen, or possible taken advantage of. The mind can play games with fear and the unknown. That wasn’t present. I was told the estate was large enough to be private. I trusted that, but I also trusted the dogs to take care of anything unexpected.

By the time we returned to the kennel, I was sure it was at least late afternoon. Entering the kennel and checking the microwave clock, I discovered it was early evening. I immediately fed my mates, as I had also decided to think of them. I noticed a note on the counter as I was watching the dogs eating. It was from Mrs. Taylor:

‘Lauryn, I brought down a lunch for you as we had talked. It is in the little refrigerator. It should be good today, whenever you return. I saw you going into the woods with the dogs. I trust your returning late is an indication that you are doing well with the dogs and I shouldn’t worry. I hope you can excuse me if I find it something that I must do. What you are considering here is so highly unusual and contrary to the beliefs of my upbringing. Yet, I find myself excited for you. I don’t understand that emotion. I hope to be able to discuss this with you woman-to-woman. Your Advocate, Helen.’

So, she has a first name, after all. Helen, I like that name. I checked the refrigerator and found a plate of finger sandwiches, fruit, and raw vegetables with some ranch dressing.

I devour it. I hadn’t realized how famished I was and a concern rose to the surface. I am going to be surprised if I don’t continue this experiment after tomorrow. Given that, this day will become a norm. More than likely, my days may exceed this one. Suddenly, how I eat to keep my calories, protein, and nutrients may become an issue. But, that is for discussion tomorrow. Tonight … tonight is another event.

My attention is drawn to the three dogs sitting in front of me. I look at them. They continue to remain sitting and watching me. “What is it? What are you waiting for me to do?” They just sat there watching me. I tried to think if there could possibly be something more that should be done for them. I fed them and gave them water. Maybe they always go outside after eating, but the double doors were wide open. I walked to the double doors and stepped outside. They came bounding out with me, running out into the yard and back to me, and back out into the yard. “Play? You want to play more? I have been with you all day and you want more?” But, I had to laugh, this time at myself. Normally, that would be a perfectly rational reaction. After all, just how much time was a human to spend with their dogs? In my case, in this case, however, the answer was entirely different. “Of course, you do. We’re all one group, aren’t we?”

It wasn’t even dark when the dogs started settling in for the night. All the kennel stall gates had been left open and I found Clyde and Cole in their stalls curled up on their beds. Ora was still following me around as I cleaned up a little. There wasn’t much to do and it had been a much more physically active day than I was used to, so I decided to settle down early, too. I lowered the big matt onto the floor, grabbed a blanket and dropped it into the center. I had closed the doors but left one open slightly in case one of the dogs wanted to exit at any time. I had turned off the large overhear lights and left the small light by the sink on. My fatigue suddenly hit me. As I had stayed active and focused, I was doing fine. Now that I had decided to quit, I was feeling just how tired I was.

I moved to the large matt and settled down. The blanket was for later after the night air cooled. I patted the matt next to me and Ora came curled up alongside me. Where the matt lay, there was a partition between me and the small light, happening to provide a darkened area for sleep. As I was falling into sleep, I sensed, or felt, the matt shifting under more weight and movement. Even in my foggy state of mind, I had the sense of pleasure in knowing that it was the other dogs coming to share single bed.

I remember being curled on my side with Ora at my back as I was sinking into sleep. But, sometime later, and I don’t think it was really that long after, I was semi-awakened by that nice sensation between my legs. I was on my back and I immediate registered the sensation and cause. One of the dogs was licking my pussy. As my mind gained consciousness, I was aware of my legs splayed to the sides and that the stimulation of my left nipple was from my own fingers. I raised my head and saw Cole lying on his front with his snout buried in my pussy. His eyes flicked up to look at me after my movement, but he never changed his actions. I looked to the sides and saw the other two dogs curled but wide awake.

I shifted and turned around, pushing this current lover onto his side. I nuzzled him and stroked my hand down his side and over his stomach. This had been an experience several times, already, and he rolled onto his back with his hind legs spread in hopeful anticipation. I wasn’t about to disappoint such a quick response. I felt his sheath and found the tip of his cock already showing. A few strokes over his sheath and more quickly immerged. I shifted my head to his crotch and knew I wouldn’t need to encourage him very much to have his cock exposed. I was right, and after only a few minutes of licking and sucking, I rolled over onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him and patting my ass. He didn’t even bother with more licks at my ass or pussy. He jumped onto my back and started thrusting. I was already getting the timing down and my hand was between my legs and ready before he had thrust a couple of times. I gasped at the initial penetration, something I recognized as a reaction that occurred every time. There was nothing slow about a dog mating with you. The initial penetration is abrupt and deep. The strokes are frantic and faster than you can expect to be able to match. The best I have decided is to provide a steady position for him to fuck into. And, that was the position I assumed right away.

It seemed to took longer for his knot to begin forming and time for stretching into me. That renewed a curious speculation from earlier if with experience and familiarity, these sessions of mating would become longer. This one certainly seemed to be longer and more dynamic.

I was already approaching an orgasm as his knot was straining to widen my pussy enough to enter. I pushed back hard on him and it popped into me, sending a shudder through my entire body but it wasn’t the orgasm that was building. That was still to come, but not far away. With the knot moving inside me, the cock growing and getting longer, the knot growing wider and larger, I came. It was explosive and powerful. My pussy spasmed, contracting around both the cock and knot, tightening and relaxing, over and over. That action was the final stimulation that the dog needed and he climaxed inside me. He was gripping me tightly, his hips pressed into me tightly, his cock as deep inside me as he could get it. I felt every spurt of his climax, the spurts hitting my pussy walls and flooding my pussy. It felt like an incredible amount.

When he was finish, I sank to the matt, content to patiently wait while tied to him. Ora walked by my face and I reached out to him. I lifted myself to my elbows; got the next dog to lie on his side and I struggled to get Cole and myself closer to him. The last bit was accomplished by pulling Ora’s hind end to me. While tied to Cole, I began lick and sucking Ora’s cock to near full exposure. By the time Cole pulled out of me, causing me to pull my mouth off to gasp and moan at the final stretching of my pussy and the sudden emptiness I felt.

I released Ora and scurried around to present myself to him. He wasted little time. He licked some of the cum leaking out of me, but quickly jumped onto my back and I was once again in the process of be well fucked. At the same time, it did occur to me that I was already not living up to my earlier commitment to clean each cock that fucked me. I also realized that it was a commitment best left to ‘when practical’. When being banged by the group, they were going to be in control.

Clyde followed the other two just as quickly after I was released from Ora’s knot. I had been mated in quick succession by the three dogs. Earlier, in the meadow, it had been more leisurely and relaxed. This was much more driven and hungry. I wondered which would be more indicative of sessions in the future.

In the morning light, not yet having any awareness of what the time might be, I stretched my body. My legs came into contact with one dog and my arms stretched out above me came into contact with another. I glanced to the sides and found the third dog. At some point in the night, I was awakened by the dogs, again. We went through the same actions, this time with my efforts reduced by sleepiness and fatigue. As I began rising, the dogs went through their own efforts to raise their bodies, stretching themselves and yawning deep.

I fed the dogs and went outside with them. I couldn’t help glancing to the house before selecting a location for squatting to pee. I save bowel action for the toilet located in a small room with a shower stall. The idea of policing after the dogs was one thing; the idea of picking up my own was more than I could honestly deal with. As I walked around the corner of the kennel building and coming into view of the house, again, I see that two of them were milling on the patio and taking seats at the patio table. This was the morning for our follow-up discussion and my decision if I continued with my participation in this strange experiment. But, first, I needed a shower. It would be one thing to face them naked; it would be an entirely different thing to confront them for a conversation with a full day’s dirt from being in the woods and rolling in the grass and bare ground. And that wasn’t considering the accumulation of the leaking cum on my thighs.

As I walked out of the kennel, the dogs following behind, I thought over all the thoughts and options one last time. My time in the showered had been consumed with remembrance of the past two night and full day of yesterday. Over that time, each of the three dogs had mated me four times each. That was 12 fucks in approximately a 36-hour time. No wonder I felt some soreness between my legs. I smiled, because I already knew I was going to state my readiness to continue. Now, I hoped that my body would adjust to the fucking and the soreness would not be an issue. Perhaps I should just use my mouth a little more. That was the thought bouncing in my head as I approached the patio where all three of them were sitting. I blushed with that private realization.

Mrs. Taylor jumped up and approached me with a robe. It came to mid-thigh and she insisted. I didn’t argue. It probably had as much to do with their comfort as mine. I saw that we were all sitting in the same arrangement as two day, ago. I didn’t know if that was decided ahead of time or accidental. Both men got up from their chairs as we arrived, Mr. Thrower holding my chair for me, which seemed very peculiar given what I had just done the past 36 hours or so, and what I would be doing going forward. It was undoubtedly his old school manners that were as much a part of him as the way he carried himself, even in his frail condition.

Once we were seated, I was given some coffee, orange juice, and some small, delicate pastries. Mrs. Taylor informed me that there was a quiche cooling and would be ready in just a few minutes. I leaned forward for the orange juice and was aware that the robe gapped open and my whole left breast became exposed. As I leaned back, it closed enough for coverage, again. I decided I was not going to worry about the robe. I had been outside in the yard since Friday night. They knew what I looked like naked. I had walked up to the house anticipating this meeting occurring with me remaining naked. A little boob slippage wasn’t going to bother me now.

The table got quiet. It was clear that this was to be a debriefing of sorts and a determination of what might happen going forward, if anything at all. I refilled my coffee and leaned back in the chair, crossing my legs as if I were at a nice breakfast gathering somewhere. The robe parted over my crossed leg and exposed it to my hip. It caught the attention of Mr. Thrower on my right and Mrs. Taylor on my left. I had to smile and Mr. Taylor saw it and correctly interpreted the humor in the situation.

He began where it seemed Mr. Thrower was struggling. “Well, Lauryn, it would appear from the looks of you and the dogs, that you have managed the weekend trial period very well. Is that a fair assessment?”

I smiled at him, temporarily ignoring the others. He asked the question, for all I knew he was supposed to … but I didn’t think so. He was covering for his employer in the best old British standard of care.

“Yes, the weekend went very well.” I gestured toward the dogs, “We hit it off very well, almost from the start. You were correct; there is not a dominant or alpha in the group. They exist as equals, doing things together or not as they choose. Once I fed them Friday night and interacted with them in play and socialization, they seemed to accept me at a basic level. That just increased as the weekend progressed.”

Mr. Thrower had recovered from the awkwardness, “So, then, you were successful? You were able to … uhmmm … mate with each of them?”

“Mate with each of them? That was Friday night, sir. Although, I did maintain my intention of doing so one at a time, I did mate with each in their own kennel stall. Yesterday and last night was entirely different. You saw us disappear into the woods and not reappear until very late afternoon. The four of us were as you say successful then, too.” I smiled at him and offered a shy look at Mrs. Taylor. I did not intend to offend her.

Mr. Thrower was in full interest now, though. “Yesterday, then, you were able to take all three of them as a group, like a pack bitch?”

I smiled. He was getting excited that his contemplated experiment might actually have a chance. “Yes, sir. Last night, also … a couple times, in fact.”

If the three of them didn’t actually have their jaws on the table in surprise, the looks on their faces gave the general impression of it.

“You mean …”

I held up my hand to stop the unspoken speculation of what I was saying. “Listen, this can work. I don’t know what it will prove, if it proves anything at all. But a woman living with the dogs as there bitch? Yes, that can work for a time. To put all this to rest, over the past 36 hours the dogs have mated with me a total of 12 times. To say that I am a little sore … down there … might be an understatement.” I blushed at such a bold confession.

Mrs. Taylor put her hand to her mouth in shock. “I didn’t think … I thought they might … well … I don’t know what I thought.” She couldn’t look at me. She seemed that guilt laden.

I touched her arm, “It’s okay, Mrs. Taylor. I could always have put them into their separate kennels and escaped it. I chose to start being their full partner, kennel-mate. It’s okay, really.”

The main breakfast was served and the discussion quieted for a few minutes. Then, after the table was cleared (I stayed put and let Mrs. Taylor do all that to establish that I might do what the dogs wanted, but I was not a servant to them, also), the discussion resumed. Mr. Thrower took it up.

“So, Lauryn, what is your response to my offer after the weekend?”

I looked at them all, each in turn. They were watching me expectantly. I was sure they were now expecting me to accept but I waited a moment, being dramatic, perhaps. “Yes, I accept. However … there was talk about what might be available for me afterward. The pay is amazing … ‘well paid’ as indicated in the ad was certainly an understatement. Have you thought more about that?”

Mrs. Taylor, “Yes, dear. It has been decided that the contract will contain that stipulation for additional schooling, training, or relocation as you might wish at the time. But … I am hoping you might just stay on here and help us. We can talk about that as time goes on.”

I smiled. I was pleased with everything. This was strange, very strange, but it would be a wonderful diversion for a period and my experience with the dogs already has shown me that I certainly have the sexual appetite for such an adventure. I leaned back into the chair and look at them. “So, what happens now?”

It was meant to be a point of further discussion. Instead, Mr. Thrower took a small box from his lap and slid it over to me. It was a fancy box with a ribbon around it and tied in a big bow on top. I looked at him in surprise, he was pretty sure of the situation, it would seem. He just nodded to the box.

I untied the bow and removed the ribbon. I slid my thumbnail into the tape and opened the cover of the box. My eyes went wide. I looked at him again and he had a hopeful smile on his face. The box contained a new shiny red leather dog collar. I remembered the collars of the dogs and looked over to them quickly, refreshing my memory. I smiled at the significance. I lifted it from the box and saw a single gold metal medallion. It was exactly like the other dogs’ nameplates. I put a finger behind it to stop its swinging. It read simply, “RYN”.

* * *

Dori was leaning forward, again. Her legs spread wide so her feet were on the patio surface on either side of the lounge chair, her pussy again open to my eyes. She was glistening like before, a lovely pink surrounded by her black skin.

“You became ‘Ryn’, instead of ‘Lauryn’, as the name given to you as their dogs’ bitch?” Her attitude had changed dramatically over the telling of the story. That statement could have been one of shock or indignation, but it wasn’t. The statement was one of understanding, of revelation. The story was coming to a close soon, but more importantly, we were transforming ourselves during the course of the story-telling.

A thought pushed into my consciousness, tonight could be interesting after the experience in the pool earlier today.

* * * CHAPTER 10 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.