With a wet pop, what felt like a ball had been pressed into my ass. I panicked, thinking something was wrong with him or me. I loved every frantic thrust until I felt part of his cock swell, at the time I had no idea what a knot was. Frank didn’t want me to act a certain way, he just wanted me to be a good bitch and take it. I liked being taken and my dog was better than the guy who took my virginity. On my hands and knees in the sand with him panting in my ear and soaking wet, I gave in completely.
“Good boy, keep going” sounded odd to me between my moans and his constant loud panting. I had actually started to enjoy it, even gave him praise. Later I learned that dogs are rather enthusiastic when they fuck. I thought Frank was just pent up because he really pounded his cock into me. It hurt until I resigned myself to my fate and relaxed, adjusting my position a bit and let Frank fuck me. It felt like his penis was on fire it was so hot and way bigger than Kevin who routinely did me. “At least get it over with,” I said, knowing he didn’t have a clue as to what I was talking about. It still was uncomfortable and a little frightening. If not for the fact he had gotten me wet and this was not the first time I have taken up the ass, it would have likely been far more painful. That thought quickly left when I felt the warm point of his dick push against my asshole, Frank knew he found his mark and lunged forward pushing his hard member into me. I had hoped after a few failed attempts he would give up.
Frank just gave me a sharp bark causing me to freeze again and searched for my now wet asshole. Which I did not want in the slightest and tried again to get up. As the last few minutes ran through my mind, I figure I must have acted in a manner that told him I wanted sex. I have seen enough to know exactly what Frank wanted. “Damn it, Frank, get off,” I said loudly and tried to get up but, he gave me a low growl and a quick nip on the neck freezing me in place. With a bit of a lunge, he pushed me down to my hands and knees, putting his wet chest on my back and hugged me tight with his front paws. I just got up on my knees when Frank had a different idea. With a good push I finally got him to stop and even started to get up. Which caused some conflicting thoughts, that lead me to try once more to get away and get my shorts back on. Between his warm dog drool and rough tongue I was getting aroused. Frank did not need any more encouragement, slobbering and drooling all over my ass, even getting my balls wet. And likely my biggest mistake of the day was actually spreading my legs and pushing against him so he could do a better job. When he ran his big slobber covered tongue over my butt hole it felt odd at first and I stopped trying to get him to stop. Shaking my ass while I tried again to push his head away, in hind sight was also not a good idea. I yelled “God damn it, Frank, knock it off!” With a sniff he licked, well, slobbered is a better word my ass. Like any dog, he kept trying to sniff my ass I tried to get him to stop but he didn’t and nearly gave me a heart attack when he pressed his cold nose into my ass cheeks. Which was when I most likely made my first mistake, playing with an unfixed dog naked.
However, Frank was in the mood to play some more, which meant I had to get up on my hands and knees. Kevin, who had sex with me regularly liked it that I had no tan lines.
I plopped down on a solid patch of sand to lay in the sun and took off my shorts for some nude sun bathing. I walked in and splashed Frank rough housing in the cool water of the creek until I wore myself out. We got out to the swimming area and he jumped right in, paddled around as I stripped to my shorts. My Rottweiler Frank, always accompanies me as I wander around the fields. The important part was, it was the only deep part of the creek and you could not see it from our house or the two homes a good eighth of a mile and half a mile away. I can’t really say what had caused the odd cut, but the creek itself was only four foot wide and four foot deep in this stretch. Late morning I took off to a deep and wide area of the creek, where it was an impressive ten feet wide and four feet deep. I stayed home like usual it was a nice 80 degrees outside, hot for Wyoming but good for swimming in the creek that wandered through the five acres we had. It happened to be a Friday and dad was at work, my mom and sister had left early for a four hour drive to Denver for some summer shopping. The best thing about having a dad that travels a lot for work and mom and sister that get cabin fever easy is I got most weekends to myself.