Our day started as many others had but it would end like no other. Life brings tragedies.
We went to work that morning and got through our day. We hadn't really made any plans for the day. When we got home and pulled in the drive I noticed a decent size wire dog crate up against our gate.
I had no idea where it came from or why it was there. I jumped out and took a closer look. It was a nice one. Looked brand new and there was bowls, collar, leash etc. on top of it. I thought a family member might of got it at a garage sell or something and dropped it off. Never have too many cages when living on a homestead.
But then I noticed our boy wasn't around. He was always at the gate when we came home. Idk how but he always knew we were coming in time to be there and greet us. I made my way inside and headed towards the house to find him.
I found him by the porch on the path dead. He was bloody all over and had passed. That was our tragedy. We lost a family member that day. Looking around further I found another dog that was badly injured. I assume someone decided they had a dog to dump so they put him in our yard and it was his crate and things. He was also an intact male so they must of fought viciously. Why didn't they leave him in the crate outside the fence. I was so pissed and she was a complete mess. It had to be especially hard on her knowing their extra bond.
I wanted to kill that dog for what he had done but my girl wouldn't let me. She insisted on taking him to the vet. We did and $367 later he too past. We buried him way out in the back where we had buried other stuff over the years. We buried our boy in the corner of the backyard.
I built a rectangle wishing well and placed it over his grave. About a year later I got a park bench and set it up beside it. She would often go out there and sit and remember the good days. Lots of times she’d write little notes to him and fold them up and toss them in. At times she would buy a little stones with writings on them and place them around. Now days it has flowers that come up every spring and grows in it.
His passing hit her hard and changed her. We had a puppy of his on the way. I thought that might help but she was dead set against it. She absolutely did not want another dog that looked like him or even one of the same breed. And it didn't matter that it would be his bloodline. In fact she didn't want another dog at all. The puppies came and went, we took the stud fee instead of a puppy.
She tried to erase that part of her past. She deleted all our girls with dogs videos and refused to watch any any longer. For the most part the other parts of our sex life continued on. The fisting and stretching her became our more focused on activity. Sometimes things came up that would screw with us. One was that other girl. Sometimes now she had wished we'd never done it. It hurt her that the last time our boy had done anything it involved someone else. Every now and again it seemed something got twisted and hurt her feelings.
I got it and tried to maneuver through things without bringing up anything that upset her. It wasn't easy because things seemed ever-changing. Dog stuff was out but then one day we saw the donkeys trying to breed and that interested her. She watched and got wet even though they weren't having any luck. He tried but never penetrated our female.
She didn't say say much about it that first day and I had mixed feelings. I thought it might be a good thing because maybe it meant she was getting over some of the pain that she had. I mean it was still something zoo. On the other hand I wasn't sure how to feel if she wanted to take it further. Fucking our dog was one thing but I didn't know how to feel if she decided she wanted to put on a donkey show.
He did have a big dick. A really big dick and I could imagine she would enjoy the challenge. I don't know though. Our boy had been like part of the family. Our donkey was livestock.
The next day they were at it again and once again she wanted to watch. That day she commented about how big he was. I asked her what she was thinking. She said no I don't want to try it with him. I mean his big dick may look inviting but I think he'd kill me if he put it inside me. I could live with that.
She did mention she wouldn't mind touching it though just to see what it was like. I figured what could that hurt but was then rethinking my decision when she said go get the tablet. When I got back she had him in the stall in the barn and the female in the stall next to him. She was close enough to him that he was still interested in breeding and kept getting hard. Pretty much the whole time his dick was just hanging out, way out but then every now and again it quickly got hard and shot up against his belly.
She got in with him and several times got a hold of his cock with both hands. She wasn't having much luck though. If he was still hanging she couldn't make him hard. When he was hard and she got her hands on him he didn't really do anything and after a minute he would go back to hanging. I know she wanted to stroke him and make him cum.
She wanted some pictures and got a plan together. We put a hay bale down and after several attempts I got some pictures of her laying naked on the bale. Both hands grasping his big cock and holding it against her pussy like she was guiding him in. She never had him penetrate her and I doubt she could have cause he would get soft so quickly.
Once she was satisfied with the pictures we had gotten she said here let's get a few more. This time she waited till he was hard and squatted down putting the head of his dick against her lips. I took the pictures but I was stunned that she had done that. It seemed like something she would have never done before. I didn't say much because I really didn't know what to say and I didn't want to make anything worse.
She edited the pictures, cropping out most of her face and anything incriminating. She then saved them to a file. That was that and we didn't ever do anything else with him.
Things went back to our regular play and that continued for a while. She still wasn't watching any girls with dogs or for that matter girls with any animals videos. Then one day she did something that shocked the hell out of me. We raised meat rabbits and sold them. We kept a lot of the females and sold almost every male.
One day I was going through sexing them to take some to a sale. She was asking about how you could tell the sex. I explained it to her and told her my grandpa always called it skinning their peter. We went through a few of the younger ones and I showed her the difference. To me it was plain to see but I guess not so much to a novice.
I got one of our big does out and showed her on her then I got one of our big bucks out and told her when they got bigger it was easy cause you could see their testicles but then I held its legs and skinned its peter until it popped all the way out. She leaned down to take a closer look. Then to my astonishment she leaned into him and wrapped her mouth around his little cock. I guess she actually sucked on it for a a few seconds and when done popped her mouth off of it and said that felt funny like it had sharp ridges on it or something.
I have no idea and don't care to. I took her word for it and had so much racing through my mind. What the hell was she thinking. Why the hell did she do that? It was a bit disturbing and I figured we needed to talk. I wasn't looking forward to that.
We talked and she said she didn't really know why she did it. After a nice long talk I think what it was was that the whole thing with our boy was something really naughty or taboo and she had kind of got addicted to that. Now with it being gone it was like she was looking for that rush again. Idk but no more blowjobs for bunnies we both agreed on.
After a week or two with more talking and time to think things through she decided maybe it was time to get another dog. She decided on a male that wasn't fixed so we figured it would have to be a young one. She hadn't decided if she would end up doing anything with him. That would take time but she wanted the option just in case.
I thought things were looking up and I let her pick whatever dog she wanted since she was still very clear she did not want one like our boy was. She picked a husky. Not a good farm dog I figured but I wanted her to be happy.
She put me in charge and I started searching. It seemed like they were a bit of a popular breed but I wasn't having a lot of luck finding one that we liked. I finally found a breeder that I wasn't too fond of but she had puppies available and a few males to pick from.
We waited till the weekend and made the road trip to see them. They were cute little guys but then she told us about an older male that she had that was available. He was about eight or nine months old and hadn't been neutered. We checked him out and he took right to her and she took right to him. He was cheaper than the puppies since he was older and not as cute and of course I threw in the additional cost of him needing neutered right away. I got a bargain price and we took him home.
He wasn't as smart as our old boy was. He was smart but stubborn. She spent a lot of time with him and put a lot into training. Things were going well between them and it was happy times for us.
After a month or so she started touching his cock. Nothing too serious but like before. Just to get him used to that kind of touching and attention. He was still young and not fully mature so there was plenty of time. She had came back around to the idea of sex with dog as being something she wanted but things were still gonna move slow.
She did search for videos once or twice. It was out of curiosity to find any with a husky so she'd have an idea of how big his dick might end up. It was a start. We only found a few and from them we'd guessed it would be really comparable to our old boy's. His had always been enough for her.
With things getting back to how they used to be of course I had to push for more. I had an idea for pics. It would be a while before anything could happen between them so of course that gave me too much time with my idea. I did a lot of thinking about it and preparing.
Hell I could write that into a story in itself to post on here. Should I ? Maybe someone could comment if I should.
Back to reality. The reason I came up with the idea in the first place was because one day I bought a box of stuff at an auction. I don't remember what it was in the box of crap that I wanted but also in it was an old picnic basket. One of the woven ones with the two lids and a red and white checkered fabric inside that hung out. Once I seen the basket and having a very wolf like looking dog. BOOM we'd need to rewrite Little Red Riding Hood with a string of pictures. It was brilliant if I don't say so myself.