A friendly family lives quite near to us down this country lane. Just like us they have a large cottage with fields at the back and also to the front and some sheds and barns.
We produce goat milk, yogurt and cream for local shops, families and dog breeders. Those friends near to us are Brian and Olivia Shepherd with six children; some are now adults and others are young or teenagers Leona Shepherd is one of their daughters, nearly eighteen years old. Yet Olivia often finds her quite difficult, a problem ever since she was twelve. We have been told that she became so bad that for several months and had live with her grandparents, who did struggle with her. I am still surprised about that as Leona often comes to collect goat cheese and milk from us being polite, friendly, and happy and seems quite self-ensured and outgoing.
Today I picked up my wife at the station after her visit to town and as we drove back we passed Leona on the lane and she waved to us..
After lunch I needed to deliver six bottles of milk to the Shepherds for their new-born puppies
Knocking at their backdoor and no one seemed to be about; probably my fault for being so late. I could hear some noises coming from one of the barns. I went over finding one door slightly open. The noises became stronger and I guessed that some of their pigs had got into a barn stealing new sweet hay, even though I couldn’t see them.
I went inside looking for a clear bench or something away from any pig mouths – somewhere to deliver the milk. I called but no one answered and then further in I came across a steel box, ideal to make my bottles safe. I walked around a pile of hay and straw.
I heard the noises again, sounding like a gasp; was someone injured?
I was wrong. The sun – it was a real hot afternoon – shone through the gaps in the boards of the side wall, dazzling my eyes for a minute or so.
Over in the corner was a dog. It looked as if it was lying on top of a bench or table or something like It sounded as it was asleep and snoring but it was moving back and forward over the bench. As i got closer I saw two wrists. They were tied to two brackets fixed against that wall, wide apart. There must be someone underneath that dog, surely?
Then moving around I saw a naked body underneath the dog. Parts of the dog’s body totally covered the person below. Suddenly I realised it was Leona and that the dog was pushing its penis into her. It was a real huge dog and so heavy that I could only see the top of her head, legs and arms all spread wide. She must be trapped, pretty helpless.
The dog turned its head towards me and snarled. It looked awful, horrible, and truly nasty for her, a young teen girl. How had this happened? Who had taken her clothes, making her naked? Why oh why was she tied up?
“Oh Leona,” I said, “Can you hear me? Stay still and I’ll get him off you.”
“No! No… don’t even try”. She gasped. “This is a bad tempered dog and will bite you and me if you interrupt… best you just leave him alone. I’m not being really hurt or injured. I’m just putting up with it… not so bad as it looks!”
“Anything that I can do, then?”
“Yes please. Get me something to drink. I’m gasping!” … and she coughed as the dog moved further forward covering her face and mouth again, humping hard strongly against her making Leona sweating. Her skin shone in the sun and dust landed on her making her messy, but that must have been the least of her problems, surely?
The floor underneath that bench was wet and steaming. Leona must have dribbled pee whilst the dog pressed so heavily on her belly. So I went off to find a bottle to fill up with cold water.
I came back and the dog was still driving into Leona’s crotch but I still couldn’t pour water into her mouth. She was trapped under that animal, probably twice as heavy as Leona. She managed to wriggle a bit underneath but couldn’t, wouldn’t try to get away. Every time I got near the dog it growled at me and dribbled snot onto Leona’s head hair.
Yet she must have felt inside her body sexual feelings. She gasped and groaned quietly as it kept banging hard against her. It looked so big an animal that its penis must surely have filled her totally
I didn’t want to try to untie her wrist and feet whilst that animal was driving itself into her young body least either of us got bitten, but suddenly it pulled away making a squirty squelchy noise as Leona gasped. No sperm dripped out; the dog must have had had no orgasm so far.
I poured loads of water into Leona’s mouth.
She was in a real mess. Her hair was smeared and stuck all over her face. Her skin was dirty with dog hair, dust and bits of hay stuck to her sweaty surface.
Now I must tell you that I have seen Leona – and her family – naked before. Back in the woods there is a pool…more a small lake ,and they all swim naked and lay out in the clear sunny air whilst eating and drinking. Quite often my wife and I join them there with a few other local people. It is lovely friendly fun afternoons for us all! So that was why Leona wasn’t unhappy when I arrived in that barn
Leona had been underneath this dog for some time and her body showed evidence. Her hair was spread over her face. Her pubic hair was stuck down, almost glued! With red patches on her belly and her thighs and her firm breasts had as well, swollen and red as well.
Leona’s groin had been the dog’s focus and was swollen but not really sore, rather too much wetness, I guessed.
“Should I untie your legs at least?” . She had been tied spread eagled by someone else. Surely though, they had no one had been expecting any sort of dog sex for her?
“Okay. My legs, please. It’ll make it easier. But don’t interfere until the dog has gone away”. It was lying quite near on its back in the sunshine coming through the doors.
“Um, er, how did you end up like this, Lenoa and, well I hope that you that you are not unhappy or embarrassed with me being here?
“No, Phil. We are all used to being naked, swimming and so on. But I didn’t expect anything quite like this!” and she giggled.
“Yes, okay, but er… this… why, I mean!”
“Ah, so l, I did upset mum quite badly when I came home yesterday around three o’clock. Yep three o’clock in the morning. So that’s why I’ve been tied up to focus my mind, as she says.”
“But that dog?”
“I was not expecting that. After all I’ve never even considered having sex with anything including even boys so far. Two or three try-outs but none were much, well, useful, of course It was horrible and scary when this animal found me. Dad uses it for keeping people out of one of his factories night-time, but I don’t know why he brought it home now. I didn’t know it was here and then it did find me… probably after I’d peed on the floor and have sweated so much. Dogs do like the scent of human pee, I am sure.”
“More water, please” and she gulped it down as I heard that hairy smelly huge animal coming back. It stopped and walked around one of the timber posts and peed long and hard
“Sure you’ll be OK?”
“Yes, . It knows what it likes and wants to do. Stay if you can to help whenever it’s had enough – I’ll need a clean-up. It would be dangerous if you try to stop it so just let it get on” and she grinned as it stuck its nose between her thighs and stared licking. Already Leona’s eyes were closed as she wriggled her hips which helped that animal to push the tongue deeper. She was taking short breaths and so quietly I heard, “Oooh, oh, oh, uuumm.”…. on and on and on.
Nasty, dirty, weird for sure but it did seem clearly that Leona was getting some real physical enjoyment. I wondered how she could even put up with her sex being stretched so much, feelings or not. Of course she is a sporty girl, playing rugby and tennis to good standards. That makes her a strong and energetic person; I’m sure and being physically like that, what she was putting up with, the dog would be somewhat easier to deal with.
It stopped licking and stood down shaking it’s body. It turned towards me and snarled as if saying, “Interfere at your risk!”
Its bone filled penis was dark red with blue and black patches all ready for more enjoyment of Leona’s young body. Urine was dripping from it and then smeared over Leona’s labia as it climbed onto her and pushing its damp slimy thing inside so easily, and to my surprise, she did nothing just allowing that to happen. With her sex still swollen, relaxed and ready, must have allowed the dog, now with experience=, to go deep into her. It moved its hips trying to get deeper but stood still whilst it grew hotter and swelled fast inside the vagina.
Of course her feet and legs were free and now she could move just slightly her hips from side to side as well as her thighs, knees and legs wider, higher or lower . But with the size and weight on top of her there was no chance to close her legs. Rather it did make it easier, perhaps more enjoyable to put them over the dog’s back, giving her muscles more control of her belly and thighs as well as her crotch . I guess the dog then found it easier to go deeper towards a cervix.
The dog ignored me as I sat on hay watching, wondering if I could actually, even should, do something, anything. But that dog was totally involved and controlling this girl. She could do nothing, and had to make the best of it all. I suppose as she was not hurt, damaged or injured at all, her bodily feelings had filled up taking over her mind. The dog was fully in charge now and she had to do whatever it wanted. She must have forgotten that I was there and a sudden exploding orgasm arrived as she tried to move her body. Of course there was no way she could have stopped that with it being long and string. But she managed to push her hips upwards which suited the dog better allowing a straight direct drive into Leona making it easier to push deeper and hump faster and stronger, as this teen moaned and groaned, gasped and panted in what must have been real dirty enjoyment.
Looking at what I could see of her face, she was far away from everything except what was happening between her thighs as she kept making noises, moving her body under the dog whilst keeping, as far as she could, her hips upwards. Even then I could see that the hairy sheath now rubbed hard against her labia as her clitoris grew firm, making, surely her feelings even stronger. Fluids were dripping over her backside onto the floor, a sticky smelly mix from the dog and Leona.. She was sweating, really sweating and I wondered if the dog might slip off, but it clamped its front paws and feet over her shoulders pulling her even harder over its sexual partner.
A faint hot breeze was coming stronger through the wall blowing bits of dust and hay around. Some landed a on me and I brushed it off but most stuck to the dog and the girl. There was smell of stale sweat, hot dog, urine – whose, I wondered – as it became a scent of stale fish. Yet the dog and its partner just didn’t seem to notice or care.
Now the dog became more urgent pushing its partner back and forwards on the bench; it was humping, pulling Leona’s body around She was making a real noises now and the dog slowed and began to push its dark grey knot hard against her. And it popped inside suddenly as Leona gasped holding still and then breathed out, long and relaxed almost if she told herself, “At last!” . The dog just stooped still as its belly moved over Leona squirting and pumping sperm into her. It must have felt different as she keep saying, gasping “ Oh God, Oh God…” over and over again, quietly, deep and seriously. Now the dog stood up and turned around with the penis and knot reaming inside Leona. It turned around completely so that its dirty anus pressed had against Leona’s hairy mound. Yet she didn’t seem worried, hurt or unhappy. She just waited for perhaps fifteen minutes when it pulled out, leaving a squirty stream of thick sticky sperm falling out of her sex..
The dog walked outside and lay down seeming to have forgotten what it had done. I had some biscuits in a pocket and threw one towards it. Then I left several towards a wire pen. The dog followed and went inside, enjoying its biscuity short meal. I shut the gate and tied it tight.
Now I could help Leona if that’s what she wanted.
“Phil… thanks for being so quiet and patient. I need to clean up now, so can you release my wrists?
I undid both soft ropes and she sat up slowly and then stood on the dusty floor. To me she looked okay despite her roughed up skin with so much red and dust and bits of mess stuck to her hairy mound. “There’s a horse trough just outside and a hose. I’ll just jump in and then can you spray me all over? “ And I did.
Lenoa looked cold and wet but so much, much cleaner. We went back inside and I helped to tidy up. She wiped the surface of that bench and kicked hay around to cover up the damp area on the floor. The smell was much easier and the breeze helped to clear. I had worried that around her sex, groin there had been so much stinking paste and fluids it might takes days to remove it all totally
“Phil…. sorry… but can you tie me up again just as Mother left me. So I did but perhaps not quite as tight as before. There she was again, spread eagled and naked but with her red patches and swollen bits looking better.
“They’ll be back around ten o’clock I expect. It’ll be dark here so they won’t notice anything – er – different.”
“You’ll be okay, then, Leona?”
“Yes and thank you,, really thanks for being so good. Not sure anyone else… well?
I went to the door and pushed it open. “The dog is properly safe now” I said.
She grinned, “Well that’s good, then. And, Phil, it wasn’t so bad as you may have seen. Wonder about the future for this. But please keep it to us two for now.”
“For sure. You can rely. Bye!”
As i walked home I struggled to really understand how Leona had be able to experience all that and now was happy. The only things that I felt were that she had an amazingly strong body and feelings and mind.
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