The Sting
By Sir Pier D’Accoure.
There are fifteen families, some with kids and others just adults making a close and friendly group spread over a good area. Yes, it is remote, well away from towns and the crowds. Of course, we look after ourselves, which is much easier and even more straightforward than you might think. Everyone does what they can do best and use their experience and ability.
There’s Billy, an engineer; he keeps tractors, farm machines, and vehicles going. Elizabeth used to run a building business; you must know what she does now. Her two young daughters set up a laundry business and took over all the washing, allowing the rest of us to get on with what we needed. My pal, Jack, was a vet surgeon before he arrived here. Now he takes care of all the animals. Dogs, cats, sheep, goats, cows, and so on.
Before we three moved here four years ago, I’d been a senior paramedic. I took over this farm with long bits of the forest area. It didn’t take long before I took charge of health and injuries. Then I had to look after childbirths, flu’ or infections with other nasty things, but soon I got help from Lucy – they live just down the track – who had been a hospital nurse. So she assists when needed.
Early on, Lucy, Jack, and I met up to talk about how best we could help and decided that we had to work fully professionally, making help or worries would be private, totally private. We’d make sure any personal problems were kept secret.
*****
Sarah had fallen over some timber and twisted her ankle. Mac drove her up to my cabin – we use it as a clinic – and waited while I wound bandages around her injury. Before they left, we sat outside drinking apple juice .for a few minutes.
Now I was late and needed to get over to our sheep for afternoon feeding, but as I shut the back door, I heard someone arriving through my front door. Looking back, I saw Jenny had arrived. Jen lives with her brother and father across the heather moors, where they keep bee hives.
“Hello, Jen. Didn’t expect to see you. Ah, hello, dogs!” She – as ever – had Abo and Leo following her.
“Um, yes, they do follow me everywhere. But, well, er, sorry if you are busy, Andy, but I have a problem. Wondering if I could talk with you?”
“Eh, well, yes, of course. Sit down and tell me!”
She did, and the dogs lay down next to her. “It’s a bit embarrassing. I got stung two days ago when Rob was sorting out some hives. He shouldn’t have done that on a day with heavy clouds and heat, looking like a thundery storm would arrive. He knows, as do we all, bees can get angry in bad weather. So something landed on my leg,… well I think it did… and must have crawled up my thigh.
“Suddenly, I felt something sharp, almost like a knife or pin. I ran into the van and found three red spots above my – er, er, thing. They started to swell as I watched, but there was no real pain. Then after an hour, I felt almost on fire. We still had some of that ointment with honey and mint. I rubbed into my fleshy bits, and it cooled down. Then it began to feel numb during the night, swollen into a dark lump. By the next morning, I’d put on more ointment; it began to weep.”
“How long ago, and what color did the fluid come out?” I asked.
“Just three days ago, and it’s pale yellow or clear. Could you have a look, please?”
Jen stood up and dropped her kilt onto the floor. Of course, she wore no knickers, not surprisingly in that weather. It was usual not to wear much in the summer heat. So we were pretty used to seeing kids and adults naked, not least as two streams feeding into the big pool in the valley. We call it ‘The Lake.’ We often meet up on warm afternoons for a picnic or barbeque. Anyone wanting a swim just strips off. Then there’s a patch of dark mud, and some of our women like to smear their bodies, hoping it would be good for their skin. In my view, well, maybe!
Jen stayed standing so that I could look at her injury. Like all of us, she had a fit slim body with strong thighs. I could see a dark red and blue swollen area on her mons. It was in the middle of her pubic hair with two hard spots which were damp and shiny. It couldn’t be a bee sting, I decided. They’d have gone away after a day. These looked more like wasps, but even then should have reduced by now. I touched one carefully, and Jen gasped and shivered. I could feel the end of one sting sticking out.
“It looks like you’ve had hornets attacking you. They also get angry in bad weather. I can see one sting in your lump. They must have climbed up your thigh, got caught in hair, got frustrated, struggled, and stung you!” I said.
“Oh, well, I understand. I thought it might be a wasp, but one stung my arm months ago and reduced the next morning. Now I feel swollen, and my skin is sore and tight. Pulling out the stings would that help?” Jen asked.
“Yes, the sooner, the better, but don’t worry. Girls are fatty here, fatty tissue, and that’s why it’s swollen so much and is weeping. Now do you want to pull it out, or shall I?”
“You and soon, please.”
So I disinfected the tweezers. And squeezed Jen’s pubic area. Then, one sting pushed up and pulled out easily. Jen gasped and bit her lip. I tried the second one, but the sting was quite deep into her flesh. I squeezed again, and she wriggled, gasping. But it moved up, and I just managed to get it away.
“Ouch!” Jen groaned.
“That one was very deep but first came out so easily.”
I’ve often used a fishy and herb cream before as it takes down swells quickly. I’d originally got hold of it from Jack. The only problem is it can make your patient feel wobbly for an hour or so, and should lay down for a couple of hours. It has always worked well.
“Where the stings have come out, you are wet and weeping again. So rub this cream all over your lump and into the holes,” I instructed.
“OK, I’m in no hurry, but I’d like to get this sorted as soon as possible.”
I gave her the box of cream, and she smeared it all over her groin. “Ooh, it does smell a bit odd, you know. Can I lie down somewhere while it works?” Jen asked.
“How about our old boat house over by the pond? There are some chairs and sofas. Be a good place to drop off. Ah, but how about the dogs?” I asked.
“They’ll be OK. They’ll lie down next to me and sleep.”
She headed off, waddling where that cream covered her. It did smell, but Jen didn’t seem worried at all. After all, I think she was relieved to have something done for her painful problem.
*****
I’d forgotten that Steve would feed and look after the animals today. I got back from feeding much sooner than I expected. The boat house had no sign or sound, so I guessed Jen had fallen asleep. I made coffee and something to eat and thought I should ensure she was OK.
Trying not to wake Jen or the dogs, I walked quietly to the boat shed and looked through the open window. Now I could hear sounds as if a dog was eating its meal. Despite a curtain covering the other window, a shaft of sunlight ran through a crack in the wall, and I could see Jen lying on the sofa bed with her legs apart. The noise I heard was one of her dogs with its mouth pushed against her sex, lapping hard. Yet she seemed to be happy and not worried at all.
Then I remembered that the cream smeared around her groin smelled quite strongly. Oh no! Of course, it was made up of fish blood. Well, any dog would be attracted, making Jen have a problem as both dogs would try to get at her! They had!
I crept away, thinking it best if Jen didn’t know what I’d seen. Dog licking human skin is not wrong, dangerous, or nasty. After all, it’s well known around here that if you have a small cut or skin scraped and bleeding, the wetness from a dog’s tongue helps you get better soon.
*****
~~~~ JEN ~~~~
That cream smelled strong, a nasty stale fishy scent, but the stings were already becoming cooler. I did take on what Andy had said. After all, people around here really relied on his advice and help. It was sticky between my legs, and I walked slowly and carefully toward the boat house. Abo and Leo followed close behind, sniffing at my legs. Once inside, I just collapsed on the sofa bed. It was dusty and looked unused for some time. I swiped my kilt over the top and fell flat on my back. Leo climbed up next to me and fell asleep. So did I.
I must have rolled over towards Leo, and he got the scent of that cream. Suddenly I woke up feeling something soft and warm around the base of my belly. I pushed my shoulders and saw Leo’s nose against my crotch. He’d started licking the cream from my pubic hair, and his tongue rubbed over the stings. I would push his head away when I realized the slobbering was perhaps removing some of the pain. Yes, that was happening.
I just relaxed and let Leo get on with his tongue. Simply it felt warm and nice. I’d never had a dog lick my sex before, though both showed interest between my legs most mornings, sniffing hard but soon went away.
Leo looked up, and I found how bad his breath smelled. Dirty and stale but better than the cream! So hey-ho, he was helping me, and I laid back again, half asleep, and let him carry on. It must have been only a few minutes later when I felt his tongue move down against my labia. They just opened a bit, and he pushed against them quite hard, and his tongue went inside over my clit and into my vagina.
It felt good. No one was around, so I let him do what he wanted as he pushed further inside my sex. I was getting excited now, and when Abo sat up and climbed beside my legs, I expected he’d join in.
I stretched and moved my thighs wider. Both mouths seemed to want to slobber up my wetness, my fluids. The pain from the hornets had just about gone away. I thought so but was more interested and focused on bodily sexual feelings. It was weird. It was exciting. It made me feel alive and … and involved as I pulled my legs upward and as wide apart as I could, pushing my sex forward and open so that the tongues could get inside. I know my body shuddered as my muscles pulled and relaxed.
Suddenly I sat up, thinking I’d heard a van or car arriving, but it was just a tractor driving past up the lane. I saw Abo’s hot rod sticking out between his legs. Of course, I’d seen it before, just like Leo’s.
Abo’s looked shining, wet, and slimy, shining in the faint afternoon late light. I just sat still as he looked hard at my face, almost as if saying, ‘Can I?’ I knew that girls and women worldwide have sex with animals. I’d often wondered why, or where, or even how. I’d never heard of anyone being hurt or damaged, apart from some woman trying to be fucked by a bull. Really, why would you want to be speared like that?
My dog walked slowly towards me and licked my hand. Then he sniffed several times at my sex and pushed against my hard clit. I knew I had to do it. Let him do it.
I pushed my hips over the corner of the sofa, making easier access for a dog. Abo seemed to understand that we both wanted to enjoy ourselves, and he climbed up between my thighs and laid his belly on top of me. Already I felt trapped under his weight even though my hips were free.
That warm wet shaft rubbed over my clit as he tried to find a way inside while his penis squirted fluid over my belly, sex, and asshole. After several attempts, I put my fingers down and directed between my labia.
I was so wet from my body, the dog fluid, and the slimy surface that, once the pointy end was inside, he just drove inside my body. Hips moved forward, then stopped pushing inside me. I suppose he was about a quarter in by now, and I could feel the heat in his cock as it began to swell, stretching my soppy soaking sex.
Yes, both men and women enjoy sex with animals, but – wow – the feelings! Around here, we all live quite relaxed and open. While we take everyone’s views seriously and respect what they want or like to do. Responsible we have to be. Stripping down when working around fields and farms in hot weather is not unusual. No one seems to think that odd at all.
So lying there with a heavy dog’s body keeping me where he wanted me to be, I didn’t worry; it didn’t feel odd or dirty, well, no dirtier than cleaning out pigsties with sows or a boar pushing your backside as flies and dust get stuck to your skin.
It was warm, and I was sweating under Abo’s hot belly. My whole body was fully excited as my nerves tightened and muscles relaxed. He humped hard against my labia and rubbed over the clit, pushing it back and forward. It was harder than I’d ever known. It felt like electric shocks going from my toes to my head.
The penis surface is quite uneven, and that made my cunt – yes, ‘cunt’ – alive and stretched. The strong thrusts rubbed back and forward, making me want it all harder and deeper as I pushed my hips upward. Then the first orgasm started to grow. Deep in my stomach, I had some aches. It seemed to extend and spread down to my hips, my groin, and thighs and then pulled together inside my sex which tightened as Abo just carried on burying himself in my body. It felt so immediate and urgent, and I wriggled underneath his body as my pussy tried to explode its feelings. I gasped. I groaned. I moaned, and then it all exploded as I screamed and shuddered for what felt like ages.
I’d never felt anything like that before. Nothing at all! And yet the dog carried on and on. Then he stopped with his shaft deep inside, and I could feel it throbbing, slightly and slowly. He tried to push deeper, and I felt something firm against my lips. Abo kept pushing forward, and suddenly my cunt stretched, and the knot popped into me.
Slowly he turned round until I could see his asshole as his tail slapped over my stomach. Now his cock shuddered and expanded slightly with warm sperm squirting into me. It kept pumping in big spurts. It went past the cervix, beginning to fill me. It felt soft, friendly, warm… almost cozy!
Soon he tried to pull out, but my labia had trapped the knot. He pulled repeatedly, and my body released with a sudden, painful shock. That pain disappeared quickly, and I lay back thinking about how this had happened and what feelings had been created in my head and body.
Though my body ached everywhere, I now felt really good.
It didn’t take long before Leo crawled across the floor towards me, sniffing. Carefully he started to lick my crotch, so I turned over facedown, trying to stop him. Of course, I’d made it easier, and he kept licking into my pussy cunt which was open. I felt tired out but enjoyed how it felt with that dog cleaning me up. Maybe I’d just quit worrying and let the dog do what he wanted. So I must have fallen asleep for some short time?
But then I felt that he climbed up onto my back. Being rather dozy, it didn’t occur to me that he felt left out, thinking I needed another dog!
Suddenly he was fully over my back, pushing up to my shoulders as his warm breath panted over my neck. Already I felt his firm pointy cock rubbing over my sensitive, swollen sex. Then I felt him draw back as his front legs clamped around my waist. It all felt so different from how Abo had fucked me. Yes, ‘fucked’… that’s what had happened.
Now my backside, hips, and thighs felt trapped underneath Leo. But now my shoulders, chest, and neck felt free despite his breath spreading over my back. I couldn’t have pulled my thighs together. The dog legs kept them wide apart. So, I stopped trying and relaxed, still open and wet, allowing Leo to slide easily inside. As before, once inside, the dog stopped as his penis became harder and expanded. Not sure, but it felt thicker than before. But then Leo is a bigger hound anyway. He grabbed me tighter with his dewclaws pushing into my flesh. The pads began to bounce against my mound, and a claw scraped over my clit.
His hips moved lower between my thighs, and he humped forward straight and deep, bumping up against my cervix. God, wasn’t it exciting? I felt stretched, even more, every nerve inside me alive.
He began, slowly and carefully, or so it felt. Those movements were long, slow, deep, serious, and considerable. Well, so it felt.
I’d managed to gulp down quite a bit of water, and now, with pressure on my belly where the dog had crushed me on the sofa, I needed to pee. I tried to stop Leo so that I could crawl outside for a wee while on the grass. But he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop or let me go. I held on for a minute, then dribbled out over his bollocks.
Nothing happened apart from the smell all mixed up from a dog’s body, the scent of my pussy with now fresh piss! Yet I was surprised that it didn’t worry me or my dog. Pissy urine and other wet fluids ran down my thighs and on the dog’s legs.
Leo carried on pushing hard and fast at my sex and getting more serious. The front legs grabbed tighter pulling my body upwards so that the penis drove straight forward and deep as it could. My pussy was stretched wider now and felt so full, fizzing at feelings, electric sharp pins, it seemed to me. I wriggled my hips against his hairy skin, soaking wet and mucky dirty, but I did not care.
He stopped pushing and panted and then started again like some emergency as if he needed more feelings faster, more serious. I just gasped and panted in short breaths as feelings I had never imagined brought me up to a long, hard, exploding orgasm. I was coming down and relaxing slowly as the dog, my lovely dog Leo shoved harder and spurted in his orgasm. That suddenly provided me with another quick hard second orgasm.
I was still held tightly around my waist as more sticky white stuff squelched and spurted up my vagina and through the cervix. Oh, my belly felt swollen and full!
This dog carried on shoving hard and fast up my vaginal tube, making me shudder and gasped short every minute. This was so determined and urgent, with strong legs clamped tighter around my body so my hips were dragged backward… upwards… unsupported… pulling my knees off the floor. I had no control below my waist, and the dog could do whatever he wanted.
I had no idea of time as sexual feelings ran around my body.
Yet suddenly, he stopped, and the knot stretched my labia skin, shot inside quite easily, and felt deeper than before. Leo turned round easily and pushed his backside firm against me. Again hot sperm filled me quickly. Slowly the pumping squirting dropped away, and Leo stayed still, panting.
After five or ten minutes, he walked away, and the knot pulled down through my labia fast. Oh, so quick pain and I clamped my hand over my sex, breathing hard. My sex parts have hard been so extended and stretched by both dogs. Then suddenly, that pain disappeared, but my hand told me how swollen my lips were, and my clit felt bigger.
I lay back, recovering, and still felt excited and amazed at what I’d done with those dogs. Abo and Leo, and I must have fallen asleep. And I awoke to find the evening had arrived, and it was getting darker. I looked outside and saw just one light in the house.
Could we three get away without letting him – or anyone – know?
*****
~~~~ ANDY ~~~~
When I got back again, the evening light had almost gone, but I went over to the boat shed, wondering if Jen had left for home or was still asleep with her dogs. I opened the side door, but clearly, they’d left. It smelled of dogs, but Jen had cleaned up, and everything looked tidier than I remembered.
It was ten days later when our local market ran. I’d driven over to buy some vegetables and saw Jen selling honey as usual. When she came free, I went over. “How’s your problem now, Jen?”
“Oh Andy, yes, thanks, it all worked well. All gone!”
“Great, wonderful what nature, even odd methods, can do!”
Our eyes met, and I knew what she knew about what I did know about her experience. I had never worried about sexual actions and enjoyment apart from personal health, injuries, or damages. Of course, Jen has two cousins, both teen girls, who would soon join us in our remote area. Would Jen introduce them to her experience with dogs?
In my forest area, there are several old buildings which we once a farm. There are two barns partly collapsed. The yard is partly covered with nettles and bushes, but there is also a large cottage with windows covered with boards, but the sole door can still open and close.
I recall Jen and her cousin, Roby, often painted good pictures and sold them at our markets. So I will supply her a key for that cottage so she can use it for painting or anything personal.
*****
~~~~ JEN ~~~~
It’s been ten days since my dogs removed the pain from insect stings. I was surprised that their saliva worked so well. I mentioned to Andy that a bit of sore skin on my arm got better once Leo had licked it. Of course, with both having sort of raped me, that afternoon was so surprising enjoyment, deep and strong. I know I’ll do it again. , I have to do it again.
But where? After all, I need a place where I’m alone. Be good if it’s difficult to get to. No other huts or cabins, or homes anywhere nearby. There must be something in those areas where we cannot farm or make products like honey.
So I was delighted when Andy offered me his unused farm buildings in his forest. I didn’t know they existed. I guess almost no one knows about them, and Andy found them last year. He knows I’m a part-time artist painting country pictures.
Yesterday I struggled through trees and bushes along a winding lane and found several buildings falling. Behind those wrecks is an OK cottage, and I can use it uninterrupted for painting or whatever I want. Andy wants four jars of our honey to cover the so-called rent.
Of course, I’ve kept my experiences in the boathouse to myself, except. She’s the only person I have told my cousin Roby who will be moving from France next month with her two young mastiffs. She is looking forward to meeting my dogs.
I wonder how many pictures I won’t ever get started once Roby and I have sorted out that cottage and with the door locked with our four-footed hairy friends?
The End.
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