Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2020 15:55:50 -0500 From: BS Subject: Taking the Pup's Cherry Taking the Pup's Cherry Living in northern Minnesota you learn to respect and appreciate the weather. The winter had been especially harsh and spring hadn't exactly been stellar either. It was now the first week in June and the forecast was for sunny and 80 degrees. I live on a 40 acre hobby farm, mostly forest, but still adequate pasture land and enough for a big garden as well. When I saw that forecast and looked at my extremely winter white legs, I knew I had to take advantage of that weather and see if I could add a little color to my skin. I threw a few beers in my cooler, grabbed a blanket, pillow, suntan oil, and a book and headed to the forest. It's a pretty densely wooded area but for some reason there are clearings where the trees haven't taken over. Reaching the first clearing, I laid out the blanket, stripped down, applied oil, opened a beer, laid down on my stomach on the blanket and started reading. This had the makings of a great lazy day. I had been reading for about a half hour when I heard what sounded like a twig snapping. I wasn't overly concerned though I knew there were bears, coyotes, and even wolves that roamed the area. If a predator was after you, they sure weren't going to announce their presence by making noises. Nevertheless I did prop myself up on my elbows and looked around a bit. I didn't really see anything and was about to get back to my book when I saw a little flash of movement. Peering a little closer I noticed a young wolf, a pup, staring at me. He couldn't have been much more than a year, maybe two years old. Still smallish in stature and obviously curious as to what he was looking at. We looked at each other for a minute and then I said "boo!". He darted off like he was frightened out of his mind. Smiling to myself, I went back to my book. I don't know about you, but the heat of the sun, a couple of beers, and reading is a recipe for a nice nap. It wasn't long before I drifted into a light sleep. Weird dream though. I dreamt it was snowing, but not all over my body, just on my ass. When I have odd dreams I usually just tell myself `it's a dream' and I wake up. This time was no different. I slowly woke up, but the coolness on my ass didn't go away. Very slowly, I turned my head and saw the wolf pup licking my ass. Maybe the scent or the flavor of the suntan oil attracted him and he wanted to get a good taste? Even though he was a young wolf, I knew better than to make any abrupt movements to scare him away. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, but he was still a wolf and his teeth could do some serious damage before I might be able get him to leave. I figured if I just laid there and let him do his licking thing, he'd eventually stop and trot back to the forest. I was half right on that. Within a few minutes he did stop. Thinking he was gone, I again slowly turned my head to see that he wasn't gone but had moved over me a bit and was slowly doing an awkward thrusting of his hips. I could see the pink tip of his small cock was just coming out of his sheath. Obviously he had seen other wolves humping their mates and thought that if he just kept pumping away eventually something good was going to happen. Since I was lying on my stomach he was nowhere near to getting any friction but I'm not sure he understood the mechanics of fucking. This went on for a couple of minutes before I thought that maybe if I did give him a little friction he'd be happy and be on his way. Slowly I raised my ass so it was just grazing his underbelly. He stopped his thrusting as if considering the new sensation his cock was feeling. The thrusting started again, but he still didn't quite understand that there was more to this fucking thing than just randomly moving around. The tip of his cock hit the back of my balls for a bit, then my taint, but eventually with the sun tan oil and whatever was leaking from his cock, he found the crease of my ass. That was as far as I planning to go with this weirdness. I thought that if I held my ass cheeks together tightly he'd get what he needed to get off – if he could even get off as young as he was. He seemed happy with this compromise and kept thrusting away. My mistake was thinking that I could clench my butt cheeks for more than a couple of minutes at a time. Eventually I had to relax them a bit and that's when about an inch of his wolf cock slipped into my hole. He immediately stopped thrusting as if he was confused as to what had happened. Eventually he did another small thrust and another inch slipped in. I know I said his cock looked small, but that was a mistake. Obviously he was a grower, not a shower, and as he apparently liked the two inches already in me he started thrusting again. I swear he slipped at least six inches into me and was sporting some decent girth as well. As he started his thrusting again I could feel the makings of his knot. I know the physiology of canines, so I expected that we would try to knot me. Fortunately it seemed like his knot was on the smaller side, maybe a little bigger than a golf ball. Though I was not at all used to getting fucked, I figured I could handle a golf ball sized knot. Easy in, easy out. I thought. It was only a minute or so before I did feel his knot inside me. But just like how I underestimated the size of his cock, I underestimated the size of his knot. It was barely in me when I felt it grow and push against my prostate. It had to be the size of a baseball. Once he had knotted me, his thrusting took on a more frantic pace. The thrusts weren't as deep, but they were faster. The wolf pup's front paws were firmly placed on my rib cage, holding me in place as he hit his rhythm. With one deep thrust he stopped. I could feel his cock spasm inside me and though I didn't think it possible, his knot grew bigger. I've fucked a lot of guys in my life. Occasionally I asked them if they could feel it when I shot my load in their asses. The answer was always that they knew I was cumming not only because of my grunting, but also because they could feel my cock pulsate against their hole. But not one of them said they could feel my cum fill them up as I bred them. Well, when the wolf pup was breeding me I felt him cum. Yes he was making sounds – like a happy little puppy might make when you rub his tummy. Yes I could feel his cock twitching in my hole and his knot pulsating against my prostate. But I could really feel his cum inside me. More heat to it than I expected but who really expects to have a wolf pup cum inside you? Not only was I feeling the warmth of his wolf seed, I was feeling the volume of it as well. How much can this little pup cum? His cock just kept spasming and spasming, continuing to release his cum into me. Eventually the twitching slowed down and stopped. I thought that with the size of his knot in me, it might be five minutes or more before he would be able to pull out. Even though I was rock hard, I knew that if I tried to reach for my dick and stroke it that that might startle him. Who knows what his reaction might be to that? So I decided to be patient and wait for his knot to naturally go soft and then jack off once he was done using me. Ten minutes later I was still fully knotted and growing a little worried. Maybe if I initiated the decoupling we could both get on with our day. Slowly I started trying to pull my ass off his cock. He did not like that at all and grabbed me tighter to give me another thrust. I don't know what happened, but that last thrust of his must have hit my prostate just right because I suddenly started ejaculating.The cum poured out of my cock on to the blanket.I don't think I have ever cum as much or as intensely. Of course my orgasm caused my ass to clench around the wolf pup's cock and that must have triggered something inside him because suddenly he started fucking me again.He's fully inside me,he's fully knotted me,he's filled me with his cum and he wants to go again? Fortunately it didn't take long for him to start loading me up again. More cum, more heat. This pup might have been a virgin when he first mounted me but damn he was learning fast. I really didn't want to stay knotted to him for another ten minutes. It had occurred to me that wolves normally travel in packs and I could imagine his pack mates watching the action from the forest and thinking they were going to pull a chain on me and make me their bitch. Luckily, the pup did start go soft after just a few minutes.When his cock slipped from me, his cum poured out of my ass, down my legs, over my taint and balls.I honestly don't know how any living being could cum that much. I expected the pup to do some licking and clean me up, but other than a sniff or two at my gaping hole he wasn't interested. Instead of a little clean up, he did nip at my right butt cheek. Not enough to break the skin but enough to make me think that he had finished marking me inside and now was marking me on the outside as well. Turning my head to look at him, he stared at me and gave kind of a goofy looking grin and he turned around and actually sauntered back to the woods.Normally I would have thought a wild animal would have run away once he was done, but that cocky little bastard seemed to be making a point that he was proud that he'd lost he virginity and wasn't the least bit afraid of me. I hurriedly pulled on my shorts, gathered up my things, and headed home. It was still early, but as I mentioned earlier, I still had some concerns about there being a pack of wolves out there and it would just be wise to get my leaking ass home. When we do things we aren't particularly proud of we feel shame and make resolutions and promises never ever to do those things again. It was no different with me. What the hell was I thinking letting a wild beast breed me? That was never happening again. Several weeks later I was in the garden weeding.If you have a garden, you know you can't let the weeds get too far ahead of you or it's a nightmare to catch up. I had neglected weeding for about a week and it was getting difficult to tell the vegetables from the weeds. I was determined to get every last weed pulled that day.I had already been weeding for about two hours when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Normally I'm not superstitious but sometimes it's a good idea to listen to what your body is trying to tell you. I stood up to take a look around and didn't see anything. I was about to get back to weeding when I heard a `yip' to my left. There, about 300 feet from me at the edge of the forest was the wolf pup. We looked at each other for about ten seconds when he started walking back into the woods. After about five feet, he turned his head back to me, jerked his nose into the air as if to say "Well, are you coming?". Weeding could wait for another day.