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CHAPTER 17
So much is changing. So much is changing at the same time.
I’m walking down the aisle on the arm of Frank Orland, Sheriff of Cochise County, Arizona. Bobbi was the deputy under him when I was found buried in the desert of the Chiricahua National Monument lands. He was the one who assigned Bobbi to watch over me during my healing and adjustment, leading up to the arrest and prosecution of the men involved, including my then husband. Frank is Jake’s Best Man. I am Bobbi’s Maid of Honor. Ahead of us and waiting near the alter are Matt and Kaye, the couple that had become so close to the three of us as the house and property was updated. Kaye, as it turned out, had a fantasy about mating with dogs. Small world and a quick way into our hearts.
As we approached the front of the little, country church near Bobbi’s parent’s ranch, I touched Frank’s hand, which drew his attention to me. “Thank you, Frank. I feel like I owe you so much. It seems like so long, ago. But it’s so fresh in my mind. Thank you.”
He smiled so deeply that his face seemed to shine. “I think I should be thanking you. We all should be. All of this would never have come together if you hadn’t happened into our lives. It feels like fate that through your troubles, so much happiness and growth would come out of it.” We were stopped at the front, still looking at each other. He glanced quickly down the aisle, but Bobbi hadn’t started down, yet. “The Resurrection Girl. You brought new life to so many.”
Jake overheard that last part and reached out to me. He stepped into me, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek and whispered, “He’s right, Annie. This day wouldn’t have happened if not for you. And, it wouldn’t be nearly as glorious and joyous if you weren’t a part of it. So, thank you for not dying in that jungle like everyone was afraid might have been the case.” We laughed quietly.
Then, the music changed. I took my place next to Kaye, turned and found Bobbi and her father beginning their march down the aisle. Her father looked so proud, his only daughter, and having had every reason to believe that this day may never happen for her. But, now it was. And everybody loved Jake. How could they not. I knew that first hand.
Bobbi was looking at Jake, casting glances at the people standing in the pews, but always returning her gaze back to Jake. She was radiant. Her gown was beautiful and she looked like she might have lost a bit of weight just for the occasion, but that wasn’t it. She was radiant because of the kind of love that seemed to be oozing from her … right now, wholly for Jake. She caught my eye as they were just a few feet from us. Her smile turned soft, her eyes tearing as we held each other’s gaze for that moment. Then, her father stopped and turned her to him. He whispered something to her, gave her a kiss on her cheeks, then to her nose, and she giggled. Perhaps a shared memory of theirs going back to a simpler, more innocent time when she was younger and he was the only man that meant anything to her.
Bobbi’s mother and father held hands when he took his place next to her. Her mother already had tears in her eyes. She put her face into her husband’s neck and whispered something. He never took his eyes off his daughter, but his eyes lit up, he nodded to whatever was whispered to him, and his eyes filled.
I turned to see Bobbi and Jake smiling at each other. I turned to the minister who had known Bobbi’s family and the community for years. He was a roly-poly kind of man; a comforting kind of image of a minister in some strange way to me. The ceremony was a blur even for me. The minister was wonderful. He talked about the young girl he’d known, the tom-boy who half the boys were too afraid to treat like a girl. He briefly, very briefly, reference her assault and dedication to law enforcement, her stubborn independence and self-reliance. He was smiling at her, then turned to Jake.
“I don’t know Jake very well. I don’t know Jake, at all. But, I know all I need to know about him. Bobbi loves him. He loves Bobbi. And, she is happy, again.”
At the end of the ceremony, Jake gave her a far too tentative kiss on the lips.
I raised my arm high into the air, “No, no, no! We want a kiss! A real kiss. Kiss her the way I know you can!” The church erupted into chants for “kiss, kiss, kiss”. And, he did … the way a kiss is meant to be given.
After the ceremony, dinner and dance, it was all over. And, it was kind of a bummer. They left for their honeymoon to Tahiti. Tahiti. That’s a cool honeymoon spot! But, it wasn’t the resort. It wouldn’t be the resort.
Two days back for the wedding and all the changes I learned about. I thought all about those two days on the drive back to the ranch where I would be staying for a couple days before needing to return to the resort. Changes … so many changes. I couldn’t blame them, though, not really. They couldn’t handle those conversations over the phone and it was me who was missing, who wasn’t available, who might have been dead, then consumed with the functioning of the resort. Fixated on making the guest experience everything that could be dreamed of for them. My job. I survived the jungle, then did my job.
The talks were short and sweet really. No sense on dwelling on any of it. They had their new life. I had my new life … and even that was changing … somehow … somehow inside me.
Their decision to marry happened when Sylvia and I left for the jungle visit. Rather than trying to track me on international phone tag, they put their plans on hold for my return. Only a couple weeks, right? When Sylvia returned, but I didn’t, they put everything on hold. No wedding talk or plans until they knew about me. But, it turned out that my going missing only solidified, cemented their commitment to marry and start anew. Without talking it out, they began making plans, changes. At first it was only private thoughts. The fear of my being lost, dead somewhere, this for real was too much. Inwardly, they committed to themselves, privately, that their life would go on, become stronger, dedicated to each other and what they wanted, needed for themselves. My coming back from the dead, again resurrected as it seemed, released all of that like a firestorm once allowed the touch of oxygen, of life for themselves, again. It gave birth to their dreams, held within for weeks, to be poured out in the celebration of not having to worry about me, but now focusing on each other.
I opened and locked the main gate, then made my way to the ranch house. With hardly a thought or an intention of my own, I opened the house, stripped out of my dress, stockings, and underwear, tossing them on the kitchen table. I opened the refrigerator, took out three bottles of beer, put them between my fingers and walked barefoot and naked to the barn. It had been busy since my return. Too busy. I was going to rectify that right now.
I stepped into the barn, flipped on the lights of bare bulbs located along the walls. I popped open one of the beers, took a long pull from it, before setting it down. I put my fingers to my mouth and whistled for the dogs. The way Jake had taught me. It creates a piercing sound the dogs can hear from a distance. I found it wasn’t needed to carry a distance, though. All three of the dogs stuck their heads inside the opening at the opposite end, looked at me, recognized the offer I was giving them naked in front of them. They three ran to me, tails wagging so hard they seemed to wag the dog in a sine wave going through their bodies.
I dropped to my knees on the floor of the barn and was mobbed by the dogs. “What? Nobody cares for you guys, anymore? No, not like before is it? There have been changes for you guys, too, haven’t there? Yeah, change can sometimes suck. But, speaking of suck, we can help each other …”
I dropped them onto the floor in a semi-circle around me. I stroked their bellies in turn and checked their cocks/sheaths. Each was showing a red cock tip poking out. This will be good for all of us. I thought it, didn’t speak it; but, the looks they shared with me gave me the impression that we were in tune with each other’s needs tonight.
I lowered my head to each of the cocks, going around the semi-circle and back the other way. When I had a good portion of each cock showing outside their sheaths, I moved to my hands and knees by turning around. I didn’t have a preference or desire, which of the dogs would take me. It didn’t matter. I was going to take each one of them before I was done tonight.
The first dog came to me, sniffing my pussy and ass, pushing his snout into me, his tongue coming out to lick me repeatedly. He licked my pussy. His tongue starting on top of my clit, dragging along my pussy lips, continuing up between my ass cheeks and sliding over my puckered asshole. I shivered with each lick. I wasn’t stopping him, though. I decided this time, this night, I would again be a bitch, their bitch. This night I was going back to that time on the ranch when they knew me as their bitch, a time that was not long lasting, but a time that was part of my journey, my transformation from the submissive, weak woman that was Annie Tolley. It was a part of my journey before becoming the woman that, again, was Annie Linder, but a stronger, more self-assured woman able to leave the emotional security of the ranch to go to the resort. And, it was a part of my journey that was much before becoming the woman that I have now become … whatever that woman might be. The complete unfolding of that woman was still to be realized.
Not being in a hurry, I didn’t much care which of the dogs this one was. I stayed on my hands and knees and waited. The other two dogs paced around us, only showing partial patience. I had the sense that if this one didn’t do something more active soon, one of the others might try to take over. I thought it could be controlled if it came to that, but these dogs were only partially trained, spending most of their time wandering the ranch land as they wanted.
It wasn’t long, though, the dog gave up the licking and mounted me, jumping onto my back and immediately humping his hips and penis at my ass. My hand was ready and guided the stabbing object into my pussy. I gasped loudly at the powerful, rude penetration. I pressed back against his frenzied thrusts, holding my body steady against his onslaught, waiting and anticipating the feeling of his knot forming and hitting me on the outside. When I felt it, his knot banging against my pussy opening, I pressed back onto him even more firmly, ready to assist him before he began his urgent pressure against me. He did, though. He did press against me urgently, demanding, insisting with the actions of his body to push or force his knot into my body. And, I was not only willing but eager to have his knot, to feel it inside me, to be tied again to a dog.
I cried out loudly, not seeing any reason for concern about vocally expressing my desires and needs and wants. I was alone at the ranch, except for the a****ls. Alone for the couple days until I returned to the resort and Jake and Bobbi were on their honeymoon. I was alone. So, I cried out and pleaded, cajoled the a****l to give me all that he had to give, to fill me not only with his cock and knot, but to fill me with his cum, to pump his seed into me, enough to fill me. I wanted dog cum to drain out of my hungry pussy. But, there were two more dogs anxiously waiting for their turn. There was no worry … my pussy would be overflowing with dog cum. There were three dogs but I didn’t know that there would only be three matings. I was in no hurry. I was theirs tonight, at least for now.
The knot filled me. True, not like Thor’s knot or the horse’s cock, but it felt like it filled me. A testament to the elasticity of the uterus and pussy. I chuckled, at least a young one. When I am an old woman, wrinkled and tired, if I am still fucking horses, dogs, and men, will it still be as elastic and able to return to enjoyable to size for each? Maybe not, but maybe I will find out. I chuckled at the thought, again. I am underneath a dog being mated and I am envisioning being an old woman still mating with a****ls.
I felt the swelling of his cock and knot inside me, then the first jerk of his cock, a prelude signal of his impending climax. That was all I needed to sense for my orgasm to crest over me and I collapsed to my elbows, groaning and moaning as my body shook and my orgasm flashed lights behind my eyes. My orgasm and my clenching, clasping pussy walls was the last stimulus needed for the dog and my pussy was awash in spray after spray of dog cum. The jets of cum individually felt as they spurted against the walls of my uterus.
While knotted, I coaxed both of the other dogs down in front of me, again. I made each of them hard and exposed, then played with their cocks to maintain their rigidity, ready for one of them to take me as soon as this one released us. I chuckled, again. With the removal of knot and cock from my pussy, I first felt the stream of dog cum running out of my gaping pussy. Then, I noticed a mad scramble as the dogs ran on either side of me to get to my ass. I must have had a better hold of one’s cock than the other because it had a harder time getting to its feet. It lost out, for now, but I would make it up to him … somehow.
I was knotted to the first dog, again. It was my fourth time being mounted when I heard a shuffling behind me followed by some whispering. I suppose I should have reacted more strongly, but it was my fourth mounting! Besides, the only people who could get past the gate at the bottom of the hill was Kaye and Matt. I peeked around my shoulder to the doorway of the barn and seeing them sitting on bales of hay drinking my beer, I gave them a weak and tired smile.
“How long have you two been there?”
“We came in as the previous dog was cumming inside you. What number is this one?”
“Mmmmmm … four … yeah, four.” I sighed deeply as the knot moved inside me. “I would have shared if you said something …”
“No, dear, not this time. We were concerned about you, that’s all. You seemed a little off after the wedding. I guess coming back exposed you to a few changes around here, didn’t it?”
It seemed so obscene to be having a conversation while kneeling on the barn floor with a dog knotted to me and ass-to-ass. They must have sensed the same thing because they excused themselves, telling me they would be in the house when I was through. That effectively ended my being a bitch for the dogs, maybe the last time I might feel that way. I wondered, as the knot was getting closer to escaping my constricting pussy, if I really was a bitch, even this time, or if it was a good thing to act out given the way I was feeling. But then the knot popped out and the accumulation of dog cum drained with it, creating a small puddle underneath me. Talk about obscene …
I found Kay and Matt at the kitchen table with fresh beers. Matt got up immediately and took another from the refrigerator for me. I, of course, was still naked since my clothes had been in the house before going out to the barn. I sat across from Matt as we occupied three of the four sides of the table. Matt just looked at me intently.
“Your hair! I knew there was something, but I was having trouble putting my finger on it. How long have you been coloring your hair black?”
I turned the bottle in my hands. “I was talked into it by others at the resort after I returned from the jungle. They thought it would be stunning since my two a****ls were dark black. I don’t understand what happened, really. I only colored it once and have tried to get the color out, but it stays this way. It’s become thick and wild, too.”
They looked at each other, then Kaye pushed it. “You’ve changed, Annie. Not just your hair. There is something else … but you generally seem happy with what you are doing.”
“Oh, I am! It is wonderful. It is so exciting the things we are doing with and for the guests. I have known that I like being with a****ls, but … wow!”
They asked questions about my experience being lost in the jungle. I gave superficial answers, only. I didn’t go into any details of near death, injuries, being saved by a mysterious stranger, my healing, or the trek taking a week and a half to civilization. They were happy for me and what I was experiencing and the life I was making for myself at the resort. They asked details of the resort, a****ls, activities. I saw the look being shared back and forth between them and assumed what the issue was. This sounded like something they would treasure. Not just because of the a****ls, but the entire package including my participation with them. But … the cost. They have never been in a position to afford a getaway anything like this … ever. I asked the question in a way that took the money question out as a deterrent. Then, of course, they said, it would be the experience of a life-time for them. I made a note: work Sylvia for a need to come to the States in the private jet.
The discussion then worked its way to Jake and Bobbi. I had gotten some details from them before the wedding, but they were much too tied up with the wedding and we only had a couple days to squeeze everything else in as well. Discussions and details about life and plans had to wait. But, Kaye and Matt could help with some of the missing links in the talks so far.
The opportunities came to Jake and Bobbi in such a rush that it took them for a ride they couldn’t resist seeing where it might go next. The decision to marry wasn’t the first big consideration that came their way. Frank approached Bobbi with an offer that she had thought was beyond her reach. He wanted her to come back full-time and become sergeant. It was a wonderful opportunity, but it would certainly change the way she and Jake had been living. By working part-time, she was able to assist in the care and upkeep of the a****ls and ranch. Going back full-time and taking on the responsibilities of overseeing others for the Sheriff would limit that. Then, out of the blue because he never indicated a desire to get back to anything other than the ranch, Jake started being approached for marketing consulting projects. Apparently, Frank and the newspaper guy had spread his virtues innocently. Suddenly, he was doing small projects for the hospital, the Chiricahua National Monument, and a local Hispanic group working for basic rights of those crossing the border, which was a very hot topic regionally, but Jake was never one to shy away from controversial situations.
All these new opportunities made them look at their lives in a new way and my encouragement for them to marry began to make more sense to them. All of the sudden, they had the opportunity to jump into a perfectly normal kind of life. They even looked at selling the ranch and moving closer to Bisbee. They were looking at a little ranch where they could keep some horses and the dogs, of course. The place was east of Bisbee and much closer to Bobbi’s parents. It was looking ideal except for one very critical condition, the real-estate market for remote ranches. They put the idea of moving on hold, but Matt was sure it was eventually going to happen. It would make their life so much easier.
Kaye was watching me. “Are you okay? Does all this bother you?”
“No!” I looked at her defensively after that overly assertive response. “I guess it does some. It’s silly, though, and I know it. I was the one who suggested that they consider getting married, that I believed they were meant for each other. I was the one who took a new opportunity and left them. I left them. So, why do I have the feeling that they are closing a chapter?”
“You know they aren’t, Annie. You will always be special to them, but they are moving on with their life. The same way you have and need to. You need to keep looking to the future, Annie. Since we have gotten to know you, you have been an amazement to us. You didn’t stand still and be safe in your life here. You looked forward, took on new challenges. The resort was one of those. Going to Brazil, whatever that was about, was another. You aren’t shying away from challenges. That’s good. Don’t play it safe. Have a wonderfully exciting life.”
The first time I left for the island, I had Jake’s words to hang onto. This time, I have Kaye’s words and encouragement. And … she’s right!
* * * CHAPTER 18 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
So much is changing. So much is changing at the same time.
I’m walking down the aisle on the arm of Frank Orland, Sheriff of Cochise County, Arizona. Bobbi was the deputy under him when I was found buried in the desert of the Chiricahua National Monument lands. He was the one who assigned Bobbi to watch over me during my healing and adjustment, leading up to the arrest and prosecution of the men involved, including my then husband. Frank is Jake’s Best Man. I am Bobbi’s Maid of Honor. Ahead of us and waiting near the alter are Matt and Kaye, the couple that had become so close to the three of us as the house and property was updated. Kaye, as it turned out, had a fantasy about mating with dogs. Small world and a quick way into our hearts.
As we approached the front of the little, country church near Bobbi’s parent’s ranch, I touched Frank’s hand, which drew his attention to me. “Thank you, Frank. I feel like I owe you so much. It seems like so long, ago. But it’s so fresh in my mind. Thank you.”
He smiled so deeply that his face seemed to shine. “I think I should be thanking you. We all should be. All of this would never have come together if you hadn’t happened into our lives. It feels like fate that through your troubles, so much happiness and growth would come out of it.” We were stopped at the front, still looking at each other. He glanced quickly down the aisle, but Bobbi hadn’t started down, yet. “The Resurrection Girl. You brought new life to so many.”
Jake overheard that last part and reached out to me. He stepped into me, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek and whispered, “He’s right, Annie. This day wouldn’t have happened if not for you. And, it wouldn’t be nearly as glorious and joyous if you weren’t a part of it. So, thank you for not dying in that jungle like everyone was afraid might have been the case.” We laughed quietly.
Then, the music changed. I took my place next to Kaye, turned and found Bobbi and her father beginning their march down the aisle. Her father looked so proud, his only daughter, and having had every reason to believe that this day may never happen for her. But, now it was. And everybody loved Jake. How could they not. I knew that first hand.
Bobbi was looking at Jake, casting glances at the people standing in the pews, but always returning her gaze back to Jake. She was radiant. Her gown was beautiful and she looked like she might have lost a bit of weight just for the occasion, but that wasn’t it. She was radiant because of the kind of love that seemed to be oozing from her … right now, wholly for Jake. She caught my eye as they were just a few feet from us. Her smile turned soft, her eyes tearing as we held each other’s gaze for that moment. Then, her father stopped and turned her to him. He whispered something to her, gave her a kiss on her cheeks, then to her nose, and she giggled. Perhaps a shared memory of theirs going back to a simpler, more innocent time when she was younger and he was the only man that meant anything to her.
Bobbi’s mother and father held hands when he took his place next to her. Her mother already had tears in her eyes. She put her face into her husband’s neck and whispered something. He never took his eyes off his daughter, but his eyes lit up, he nodded to whatever was whispered to him, and his eyes filled.
I turned to see Bobbi and Jake smiling at each other. I turned to the minister who had known Bobbi’s family and the community for years. He was a roly-poly kind of man; a comforting kind of image of a minister in some strange way to me. The ceremony was a blur even for me. The minister was wonderful. He talked about the young girl he’d known, the tom-boy who half the boys were too afraid to treat like a girl. He briefly, very briefly, reference her assault and dedication to law enforcement, her stubborn independence and self-reliance. He was smiling at her, then turned to Jake.
“I don’t know Jake very well. I don’t know Jake, at all. But, I know all I need to know about him. Bobbi loves him. He loves Bobbi. And, she is happy, again.”
At the end of the ceremony, Jake gave her a far too tentative kiss on the lips.
I raised my arm high into the air, “No, no, no! We want a kiss! A real kiss. Kiss her the way I know you can!” The church erupted into chants for “kiss, kiss, kiss”. And, he did … the way a kiss is meant to be given.
After the ceremony, dinner and dance, it was all over. And, it was kind of a bummer. They left for their honeymoon to Tahiti. Tahiti. That’s a cool honeymoon spot! But, it wasn’t the resort. It wouldn’t be the resort.
Two days back for the wedding and all the changes I learned about. I thought all about those two days on the drive back to the ranch where I would be staying for a couple days before needing to return to the resort. Changes … so many changes. I couldn’t blame them, though, not really. They couldn’t handle those conversations over the phone and it was me who was missing, who wasn’t available, who might have been dead, then consumed with the functioning of the resort. Fixated on making the guest experience everything that could be dreamed of for them. My job. I survived the jungle, then did my job.
The talks were short and sweet really. No sense on dwelling on any of it. They had their new life. I had my new life … and even that was changing … somehow … somehow inside me.
Their decision to marry happened when Sylvia and I left for the jungle visit. Rather than trying to track me on international phone tag, they put their plans on hold for my return. Only a couple weeks, right? When Sylvia returned, but I didn’t, they put everything on hold. No wedding talk or plans until they knew about me. But, it turned out that my going missing only solidified, cemented their commitment to marry and start anew. Without talking it out, they began making plans, changes. At first it was only private thoughts. The fear of my being lost, dead somewhere, this for real was too much. Inwardly, they committed to themselves, privately, that their life would go on, become stronger, dedicated to each other and what they wanted, needed for themselves. My coming back from the dead, again resurrected as it seemed, released all of that like a firestorm once allowed the touch of oxygen, of life for themselves, again. It gave birth to their dreams, held within for weeks, to be poured out in the celebration of not having to worry about me, but now focusing on each other.
I opened and locked the main gate, then made my way to the ranch house. With hardly a thought or an intention of my own, I opened the house, stripped out of my dress, stockings, and underwear, tossing them on the kitchen table. I opened the refrigerator, took out three bottles of beer, put them between my fingers and walked barefoot and naked to the barn. It had been busy since my return. Too busy. I was going to rectify that right now.
I stepped into the barn, flipped on the lights of bare bulbs located along the walls. I popped open one of the beers, took a long pull from it, before setting it down. I put my fingers to my mouth and whistled for the dogs. The way Jake had taught me. It creates a piercing sound the dogs can hear from a distance. I found it wasn’t needed to carry a distance, though. All three of the dogs stuck their heads inside the opening at the opposite end, looked at me, recognized the offer I was giving them naked in front of them. They three ran to me, tails wagging so hard they seemed to wag the dog in a sine wave going through their bodies.
I dropped to my knees on the floor of the barn and was mobbed by the dogs. “What? Nobody cares for you guys, anymore? No, not like before is it? There have been changes for you guys, too, haven’t there? Yeah, change can sometimes suck. But, speaking of suck, we can help each other …”
I dropped them onto the floor in a semi-circle around me. I stroked their bellies in turn and checked their cocks/sheaths. Each was showing a red cock tip poking out. This will be good for all of us. I thought it, didn’t speak it; but, the looks they shared with me gave me the impression that we were in tune with each other’s needs tonight.
I lowered my head to each of the cocks, going around the semi-circle and back the other way. When I had a good portion of each cock showing outside their sheaths, I moved to my hands and knees by turning around. I didn’t have a preference or desire, which of the dogs would take me. It didn’t matter. I was going to take each one of them before I was done tonight.
The first dog came to me, sniffing my pussy and ass, pushing his snout into me, his tongue coming out to lick me repeatedly. He licked my pussy. His tongue starting on top of my clit, dragging along my pussy lips, continuing up between my ass cheeks and sliding over my puckered asshole. I shivered with each lick. I wasn’t stopping him, though. I decided this time, this night, I would again be a bitch, their bitch. This night I was going back to that time on the ranch when they knew me as their bitch, a time that was not long lasting, but a time that was part of my journey, my transformation from the submissive, weak woman that was Annie Tolley. It was a part of my journey before becoming the woman that, again, was Annie Linder, but a stronger, more self-assured woman able to leave the emotional security of the ranch to go to the resort. And, it was a part of my journey that was much before becoming the woman that I have now become … whatever that woman might be. The complete unfolding of that woman was still to be realized.
Not being in a hurry, I didn’t much care which of the dogs this one was. I stayed on my hands and knees and waited. The other two dogs paced around us, only showing partial patience. I had the sense that if this one didn’t do something more active soon, one of the others might try to take over. I thought it could be controlled if it came to that, but these dogs were only partially trained, spending most of their time wandering the ranch land as they wanted.
It wasn’t long, though, the dog gave up the licking and mounted me, jumping onto my back and immediately humping his hips and penis at my ass. My hand was ready and guided the stabbing object into my pussy. I gasped loudly at the powerful, rude penetration. I pressed back against his frenzied thrusts, holding my body steady against his onslaught, waiting and anticipating the feeling of his knot forming and hitting me on the outside. When I felt it, his knot banging against my pussy opening, I pressed back onto him even more firmly, ready to assist him before he began his urgent pressure against me. He did, though. He did press against me urgently, demanding, insisting with the actions of his body to push or force his knot into my body. And, I was not only willing but eager to have his knot, to feel it inside me, to be tied again to a dog.
I cried out loudly, not seeing any reason for concern about vocally expressing my desires and needs and wants. I was alone at the ranch, except for the a****ls. Alone for the couple days until I returned to the resort and Jake and Bobbi were on their honeymoon. I was alone. So, I cried out and pleaded, cajoled the a****l to give me all that he had to give, to fill me not only with his cock and knot, but to fill me with his cum, to pump his seed into me, enough to fill me. I wanted dog cum to drain out of my hungry pussy. But, there were two more dogs anxiously waiting for their turn. There was no worry … my pussy would be overflowing with dog cum. There were three dogs but I didn’t know that there would only be three matings. I was in no hurry. I was theirs tonight, at least for now.
The knot filled me. True, not like Thor’s knot or the horse’s cock, but it felt like it filled me. A testament to the elasticity of the uterus and pussy. I chuckled, at least a young one. When I am an old woman, wrinkled and tired, if I am still fucking horses, dogs, and men, will it still be as elastic and able to return to enjoyable to size for each? Maybe not, but maybe I will find out. I chuckled at the thought, again. I am underneath a dog being mated and I am envisioning being an old woman still mating with a****ls.
I felt the swelling of his cock and knot inside me, then the first jerk of his cock, a prelude signal of his impending climax. That was all I needed to sense for my orgasm to crest over me and I collapsed to my elbows, groaning and moaning as my body shook and my orgasm flashed lights behind my eyes. My orgasm and my clenching, clasping pussy walls was the last stimulus needed for the dog and my pussy was awash in spray after spray of dog cum. The jets of cum individually felt as they spurted against the walls of my uterus.
While knotted, I coaxed both of the other dogs down in front of me, again. I made each of them hard and exposed, then played with their cocks to maintain their rigidity, ready for one of them to take me as soon as this one released us. I chuckled, again. With the removal of knot and cock from my pussy, I first felt the stream of dog cum running out of my gaping pussy. Then, I noticed a mad scramble as the dogs ran on either side of me to get to my ass. I must have had a better hold of one’s cock than the other because it had a harder time getting to its feet. It lost out, for now, but I would make it up to him … somehow.
I was knotted to the first dog, again. It was my fourth time being mounted when I heard a shuffling behind me followed by some whispering. I suppose I should have reacted more strongly, but it was my fourth mounting! Besides, the only people who could get past the gate at the bottom of the hill was Kaye and Matt. I peeked around my shoulder to the doorway of the barn and seeing them sitting on bales of hay drinking my beer, I gave them a weak and tired smile.
“How long have you two been there?”
“We came in as the previous dog was cumming inside you. What number is this one?”
“Mmmmmm … four … yeah, four.” I sighed deeply as the knot moved inside me. “I would have shared if you said something …”
“No, dear, not this time. We were concerned about you, that’s all. You seemed a little off after the wedding. I guess coming back exposed you to a few changes around here, didn’t it?”
It seemed so obscene to be having a conversation while kneeling on the barn floor with a dog knotted to me and ass-to-ass. They must have sensed the same thing because they excused themselves, telling me they would be in the house when I was through. That effectively ended my being a bitch for the dogs, maybe the last time I might feel that way. I wondered, as the knot was getting closer to escaping my constricting pussy, if I really was a bitch, even this time, or if it was a good thing to act out given the way I was feeling. But then the knot popped out and the accumulation of dog cum drained with it, creating a small puddle underneath me. Talk about obscene …
I found Kay and Matt at the kitchen table with fresh beers. Matt got up immediately and took another from the refrigerator for me. I, of course, was still naked since my clothes had been in the house before going out to the barn. I sat across from Matt as we occupied three of the four sides of the table. Matt just looked at me intently.
“Your hair! I knew there was something, but I was having trouble putting my finger on it. How long have you been coloring your hair black?”
I turned the bottle in my hands. “I was talked into it by others at the resort after I returned from the jungle. They thought it would be stunning since my two a****ls were dark black. I don’t understand what happened, really. I only colored it once and have tried to get the color out, but it stays this way. It’s become thick and wild, too.”
They looked at each other, then Kaye pushed it. “You’ve changed, Annie. Not just your hair. There is something else … but you generally seem happy with what you are doing.”
“Oh, I am! It is wonderful. It is so exciting the things we are doing with and for the guests. I have known that I like being with a****ls, but … wow!”
They asked questions about my experience being lost in the jungle. I gave superficial answers, only. I didn’t go into any details of near death, injuries, being saved by a mysterious stranger, my healing, or the trek taking a week and a half to civilization. They were happy for me and what I was experiencing and the life I was making for myself at the resort. They asked details of the resort, a****ls, activities. I saw the look being shared back and forth between them and assumed what the issue was. This sounded like something they would treasure. Not just because of the a****ls, but the entire package including my participation with them. But … the cost. They have never been in a position to afford a getaway anything like this … ever. I asked the question in a way that took the money question out as a deterrent. Then, of course, they said, it would be the experience of a life-time for them. I made a note: work Sylvia for a need to come to the States in the private jet.
The discussion then worked its way to Jake and Bobbi. I had gotten some details from them before the wedding, but they were much too tied up with the wedding and we only had a couple days to squeeze everything else in as well. Discussions and details about life and plans had to wait. But, Kaye and Matt could help with some of the missing links in the talks so far.
The opportunities came to Jake and Bobbi in such a rush that it took them for a ride they couldn’t resist seeing where it might go next. The decision to marry wasn’t the first big consideration that came their way. Frank approached Bobbi with an offer that she had thought was beyond her reach. He wanted her to come back full-time and become sergeant. It was a wonderful opportunity, but it would certainly change the way she and Jake had been living. By working part-time, she was able to assist in the care and upkeep of the a****ls and ranch. Going back full-time and taking on the responsibilities of overseeing others for the Sheriff would limit that. Then, out of the blue because he never indicated a desire to get back to anything other than the ranch, Jake started being approached for marketing consulting projects. Apparently, Frank and the newspaper guy had spread his virtues innocently. Suddenly, he was doing small projects for the hospital, the Chiricahua National Monument, and a local Hispanic group working for basic rights of those crossing the border, which was a very hot topic regionally, but Jake was never one to shy away from controversial situations.
All these new opportunities made them look at their lives in a new way and my encouragement for them to marry began to make more sense to them. All of the sudden, they had the opportunity to jump into a perfectly normal kind of life. They even looked at selling the ranch and moving closer to Bisbee. They were looking at a little ranch where they could keep some horses and the dogs, of course. The place was east of Bisbee and much closer to Bobbi’s parents. It was looking ideal except for one very critical condition, the real-estate market for remote ranches. They put the idea of moving on hold, but Matt was sure it was eventually going to happen. It would make their life so much easier.
Kaye was watching me. “Are you okay? Does all this bother you?”
“No!” I looked at her defensively after that overly assertive response. “I guess it does some. It’s silly, though, and I know it. I was the one who suggested that they consider getting married, that I believed they were meant for each other. I was the one who took a new opportunity and left them. I left them. So, why do I have the feeling that they are closing a chapter?”
“You know they aren’t, Annie. You will always be special to them, but they are moving on with their life. The same way you have and need to. You need to keep looking to the future, Annie. Since we have gotten to know you, you have been an amazement to us. You didn’t stand still and be safe in your life here. You looked forward, took on new challenges. The resort was one of those. Going to Brazil, whatever that was about, was another. You aren’t shying away from challenges. That’s good. Don’t play it safe. Have a wonderfully exciting life.”
The first time I left for the island, I had Jake’s words to hang onto. This time, I have Kaye’s words and encouragement. And … she’s right!
* * * CHAPTER 18 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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