I marveled, again, at the amount of cum that dogs gave. I put my shoes on and stretched my head up to find a man slowly, curiously, stepping off the path in my direction. I got Balaji to stand and pushed him through the bushes. As soon as he was visible, I heard a loud whistle from further up the slope and heard Balaji running toward the man as he called loudly to it, scolding it Sucking Cock for wandering off. I check in the other direction to find the curious man watching the dog, then returning to the path. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until I expelled it in relief. Disaster avoided. And I started giggling. CHAPTER FIVE: All the thrilling experiences and emotional chills of doing them in the Park paled in comparison to the last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the dogs, was there, watching and aware sent my reactions over the top. It wasn’t just that I thought he might be around somewhere; or, that someone might be suspicious by my move up the slop; or, someone might hear something unusual. No, it was all of them … teen in spades. When I got the text warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The fucking was wonderful. The emotional reaction to the setting took my orgasmic reaction to another level. After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my responses to the emboldened comments became effusive. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs; what the knot felt like; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn’t stop myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detailed and expressed the excitement I had felt. As I shared in some detail about the feeling of the knot stretching my cunt to enter or exit, about the doggy style stream of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the feeling of the dog’s fur Oral Sex on my bare lower back, he started asking personal questions, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been extensive that I was venturing into using strange dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell big cock into canine activity, he became more intrigued and honed his questions deeper into my life. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated expressions for description. The weird thing was, after a couple of days of intimate sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my responses to him began reflecting that feeling. ‘Are you naked?’ Her smile had turned into a grin as she looked down at me while her pussy kept pulling on me. I would have given one Sucking Cock of my balls to stay hard and continue, but the law of nature on a man big cock would not be denied and I softened. "Put it Oral Sex through." "Do I ask Keith if he wants to go back to my room and teen fuck?" She cums hard. I looked up at her, my pretty face dripping with a heady concoction of piss and vaginal discharge. Is that what your cock wants to do to my pussy?” � � � I checked on the food. My phone vibrates and I see Brandon’s name across the screen. The door fit as stall doors doggy style do with about a half inch crack around it and by moving close I could see her back. And I never mind when you do. And he knows how to use it.