My 20th Birthday
By Candy.
Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me out of the house, and I found myself naked, on my knees and forearms, in the backyard. With a 2 foot chain attached to my new dog collar (actually, it was just new to me… it was one of the dogs’ old ones that he found in the barn) and the other end locked to a corkscrew steel stake, I couldn’t even sit up, let alone stand.
He then called up his brother Tony, their cousins Steve and Jed, and 4 of their friends;
Corky (my boss), Dan, Byron, and Dennis. Corky was at the bar when Pete called, so he brought 2two of the guys there with him. In all, there were ten guys there. I should also mention that they are all much older than me. Pete and Corky are 45, and Tony is 43. I have been attracted to older guys since I lost my virginity at 13 to our next-door neighbor, Mr. Sanders.
They spent most of the afternoon playing cards and drinking beer on the back porch. Whenever they would feel like it, one or more of them would cum out to the oak tree where I was, pull the handle of my paddle out of my pussy, (or ass, it depended on where the last guy had left it), give me a few birthdays spanks, and fuck me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining. I LOVE it when Pete lets his friends gangbang me. I think it was probably the main reason I fell in love with him in the first place. But this was the first time in the three years that I had been with him that he had chained me to a stake in the backyard like that. Somehow, the thought that some stranger or neighbor might show up and see me out there had me so hot that I was gushing. (No, I’m not dysfunctional; two of the guys there were strangers, or at best, casual friends from the bar, and I was getting off on the possibility that someone I didn’t know would see me?)
They were all laughing at me and calling me names for loving it all sooooo much, and that only made it worse. I couldn’t stop cumming, and whenever they weren’t fucking me, I was so horny that I couldn’t keep my fingers still or stop myself from begging them to please cum out and use me some more.
I have to admit that I was pretty crazy, even for me. Eventually, though, the beer took its toll. By 7 o’clock, they were all too wasted to stumble out to where I was and fuck me again, even though I was still begging for it. I remember that I was in the middle of a good cum when I felt my paddle being yanked out of my ass and crashing into my butt. It was Pete.
I guess I had been cumming so hard that I hadn’t heard him walk up. My hair was a mess. The guys had all been hosing me when they came so that no one would have to get sloppy seconds, and a lot of it had landed in my hair. So when I turned to look up at him, I had to brush it out of the way first. So much of it was matted and stuck to my face that I could hardly focus on him. And that’s when I realized the rest of them were there too.
Pete made me admit that I was a little cum slut who would do anything to get a cock in me. He kept pushing me to repeat it, and each time I did, he would give me another spank with the paddle and ask me if I was sure. I don’t know how often he did that, but he didn’t stop until he had me cumming in front of them all just from getting paddled. That, and having to tell them all, “YES, SIR, I AM JUST A LITTLE CUMSLUT THAT WILL DO ANYTHING TO GET A COCK IN ME,” as loud as I could, didn’t exactly do anything to calm my aching pussy either.
As you can probably guess by now, being humiliated sexually in front of other men like that turns me into cum gushing mess. God, I LOVE it when he does that to me! And what a gusher that one was. I was on my knees, with my right cheek against the grass and both hands between my legs, just trying to hang on to my exploding pussy, when I felt Pete grab both my arms and pull them back in front of me. It didn’t slow my orgasm down, though.
As soon as I heard him ask, “Anything…?” (in the way he has of letting me know that I am really in for it now,) it only got stronger. I vaguely remember shouting, “YES, ANYTHING,” about as loud as possible. I say vaguely because I don’t know much about that point. I was cumming too hard. But I’ve seen the video enough times since then to know I did shout it. And I know me when I get like that, I will do ANYTHING to get a cock in me.
Then, Pete let go of my hands, and I collapsed on my belly in the grass, but only briefly. Another smack of the paddle and the command to get back into “position” had me on my knees and forearms with my right cheek pressed against the grass in no time at all. When they all started laughing, I thought it was just because of how fast I made myself ready for him.
When Pete tells me to get into position, I move. If I don’t, I know I will get ten paddle strokes for every second it takes me. But instead of a cock in my pussy, I got a long wet tongue licking it. That and the shock of my life when I pushed up and looked back through my legs to see that the tongue belonged to Germanicus.
I know I should be embarrassed to admit it, but the thought of “no” never crossed my mind. Instead, I started to gush again as soon as I realized what they had in store for me. To the sound of their howls and laughter, I spread my knees apart even wider and arched up to give him easier access. Not only that but when he mounted me, I was the one that reached back to guide his fat cock into my hole. As the guys began to chant, “dogslut,” Germanicus let me have it in a way that left no doubt in my mind that I was now his “bitch.”
It felt sooooo nasty getting dog fucked like that in front of all those guys. I was cumming sooooo hard! And it only got worse when Tony made Tiberius lie down in front of me so I could suck him while his brother hammered into me from behind.
We got tied, of course. I didn’t know what to expect, and when he slammed that massive knot of his into me, I instinctively clamped down on it. All I could do was take it as he hunkered down, pushed his cock past my cervix, and then hosed my poor womb with what felt like a gallon of hot dog cum. I didn’t know that I needed to keep him on my back till his knot went down so we could get released more easily. So, of course, we got tied butt to butt for what seemed like forever. As the guys and Germanicus howled, I continued to cum harder than ever from his knot pressing against the inside of my pussy like a hot red tennis ball.
I know I am a slut. I can’t help it. I LOVE to get fucked and used by men. I’ve been like this since I was 13, so I guess I’m not going to change, but even I still get red when I see how nasty I look in that video, cumming like a whore on Germanicus’ knot and bumping my ass back and forth against him as I tried desperately to swallow his brother’s cock. And then, looking directly at Pete, who was holding the camera and begging for more as soon as Germanicus finally popped free, his cum pouring out of me and down my thighs. Just writing about it has me wet all over again.
After Tiberius was through fucking me, they left me there like that, chained to my stake, and went into town. They said they would find a horse for me to fuck, but they didn’t. I didn’t care and probably would have fucked one at that point; I was so far gone.
It was well after dark when Pete and Tony came back. I didn’t hear them drive in and didn’t even know that they were there until they turned the porch spotlight on me and caught me getting ass-fucked by Tiberius (he had missed the target, and it wasn’t like there was anything I could have done to stop him even if I had wanted to). And since I had cum dripping out of my pussy they knew that Germanicus had just had me again.
They didn’t say a word. They just stood there grinning at each other and then went back inside. Tiberius was pulling out of me when they returned with our food and water bowls. I knew better than to even think about using my hands. I felt like a skank eating that wet mush with them, but I can’t deny how much I loved feeling like that and still do.
My mind might sometimes try to deny what I am, but my body always gives me away. The way my pussy was gushing that night as I ate that dog food, with dog cum leaking out of my holes and down my legs, there was no way I could deny that I LOVED being a dogslut.
Pete came outside again with an old blanket and tossed it at me later. Then he wished me a Happy Birthday and went back inside. It wasn’t until I heard the screen door slam that his words finally registered, and I realized for the first time that I was going to spend my 20th Birthday chained to a stake in the backyard with two horny dogs fucking me all night long.
As it turned out, they didn’t fuck me at all that night, and I did manage to get more sleep than I thought I would. It must have been around 8 am when they woke me up because the sun was up. I opened my eyes to find Germanicus staring intently at me as he nipped and tongued at my pussy. I should be ashamed to admit it, but I couldn’t help. Within minutes of waking up, I was back on my knees and forearms, sucking on Tiberius as his brother slammed into my gushing pussy from behind. It wasn’t until Tiberius had cum in my mouth that I discovered I had an audience again.
Just as the first splash of ice-cold water from the garden hose hit my side, Tony’s laughter brought me back to reality. All I could do was take it, of course. I was still chained to the stake and tied with Germanicus. When Germanicus finally pulled out of me, Tony washed the dog cum out of me and rinsed the man cum, dog cum, and food from my face and hair. Then he unscrewed the stake and led me on my hands and knees to the other side of the tree, out of the sun but still very visible from the back porch.
He filled our water and food bowls. Then he used one of the old snow shovels to scrape up the poop I had left on the other side of the tree during the night when I couldn’t hold it in anymore. As soon as he did that, I started to cry from the embarrassment and brought myself off with three fingers buried in me and my thumb doing a pirouette on my happy spot. He never said anything directly to me the whole time he cleaned me up and refused to acknowledge the questions that set me off. He treated me like a little bitch dog that had been getting bred all night and was going to get some more as long as she was in heat to make sure it “took.” I came hard.
After I calmed down, I tried to pull my wet hair back and braid it into a ponytail. I guess I was trying to regain a little of my humanity somehow. But it was useless; it was just too matted and snarled, and I had to let it dry the way it was. I think that’s when I finally accepted that for as long as they wanted to keep me out there, chained to that stake, I was a bitch. And as long as Germanicus and Tiberius were out there with me, I would be their bitch, their dogslut.
It wasn’t Germanicus licking me that woke me up a couple of hours later; it was the sound of him snarling. I had fallen asleep on my back with my hair over my face, so I couldn’t see where he was until I rolled over on my side and followed the sound to the back porch. Pete, Tony, Jed, and Steve were on the porch, and the rest of their dogs were below them. They are all mutts, but they are big mutts. Helmut and Gunther are mostly German Shepherds, I guess. At least Tony says that is what their mom looked like.
Nitschke and Butkus are some yellow lab/hound mixes Jed uses for goose hunting. And I don’t think we will ever know what Steve’s dog Jake is. All I know is that he is big and gray and has a cock that is almost as big as Germanicus’.
At first, none of them even took notice of me. It seemed to take them forever to sort themselves out. Just when it looked like they had all agreed on a pecking order, it would flare up again, all to the amusement of my beer-drinking husband, his beer-drinking brother, and their two beer-drinking cousins.
Jake first noticed me, but he didn’t get very far. When Germanicus saw him heading my way, he cut him off and chased him to the back fence before Jake rolled over and submitted. I was still lying when he came trotting back up to me. I swear the look he gave me would have scared anybody.
There was no doubt about what he wanted, and I didn’t waste any time giving it to him. As soon as I was on my knees and forearms again, he was in me and fucking me as hard as possible. I can’t prove it, but I am pretty sure that it was his way of giving notice to the others that I was his bitch.
Other than Tiberius lying down before me, the rest kept their distance. But they didn’t stay that way for long. As soon as one of them would pull out, the next would mount me. However, I couldn’t figure out how to keep their knots out of me. Even though I was cumming and moaning like crazy, I could feel when their cocks would swell up, and I knew they were getting close.
But no matter how hard I tried to pull away or push back at them with my hand, they would snarl or nip at me until I relented and let them hammer those nasty things into me. It always hurt at first, but then my horny pussy would seem to open up and close around it, and I would end up moaning, “Oh god, oh god, oh god!!!” as they hosed my insides with their hot dog cum.
When Butkus and Nitschke got to me, I was too tender to take another pounding. I had dog cum just pouring out of me and all over my legs. So even though I knew the guys were watching and taping me, I reached back and started working as much of it into my third hole. I then helped guide each of them in turn into my ass. But at least they couldn’t get their knots into me. Not that it changed anything for me. I LOVE having cock deep in my ass. Somehow it always makes me feel twice as slutty when men fuck me there. Like I am filled and owned by cock.
Sometimes I think I cum harder from getting ass-fucked, especially in public. Getting doggy ass-fucked, in front of the guys, and that camera completely blew me over the edge. I was gushing so hard I don’t even remember when Nitschke pulled out of me.
I must have passed out. The next thing I do remember was Jed pushing the hose into me and my insides bloating up to my second ice-cold enema of the day. I don’t think I would have had the muscle strength to hold it in, even if he had ordered me to. Jed didn’t care. He just wanted me cleaned out so he could fuck me. After rinsing out my pussy he let me have it in both holes till I was begging him to leave it in one or the other and let me cum. He didn’t, of course.
He used my holes until he was ready and pulled out and hosed me. Tony and Steve were next. They must have been pretty worked up from watching the dogs fuck me because neither one lasted very long. As soon as Tony pulled out and started hosing me, Steve was pounding my pussy senseless, and I swear he started to cum before Tony even finished. Neither one of them said a word to me. Why should they? I was a bitch, a dogslut, for them and their dogs.
I still hadn’t cum, but I did as soon as Pete started on me with that paddle. I don’t think he had even reached ten before I was gushing like the little slut I am again. But that one was nothing like the one I had after Pete dumped his load in my ass and then pulled out just in time for the other 3 to start hosing my face with their pee. God, I was soooo wrong. I rolled over on my back, opened my mouth, spread my legs, pulled my lips apart with my fingers, and begged them to give it to me. They did. Then they left for their softball game.
No, they didn’t take their dogs with them. Before they had even climbed into their trucks, I was already getting back into position for growling and very adamant Gunther. I’m not sure when they finally all left me alone. Like the guys had the day before, whenever one of them would get the urge, they would trot over, snarl at me to get into position, and then fuck me almost senseless. Eventually, one of them did.
When I woke up, the guys were still gone. But they must have returned sometime in the afternoon because my chain was unlocked from the stake. That is when I realized how much I did LOVE being a dogslut. Any other girl would have gotten up at that point and gone inside. I crawled around to the shady side of the tree where Jake was sleeping and started to suck his cock. By the time the guys got back that evening, all seven had fucked me again, and the back fence tied Butkus and me together. He had dragged me back there by his knot after he came because I was too tired and weak to stop him.
I should be ashamed to admit it, but I couldn’t stop. I loved getting dog fucked like that, even when the guys weren’t watching. When Butkus finally pulled out, Pete came out to me and told me that I could come back inside as soon as I wanted to stop being a bitch. I started to cream just from his grin when I crawled back through the yard on my hands and knees to my stake. I’ve seen that grin a lot since then.
Love you all, your little fuckslut, cockslut, cumslut, alleyslut, dogslut, and urinal slut, Candy.
The End.
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