MY FIRST TIME

By Sarah B. as told to Longpole15

 

I’m not a very good writer so I asked my friend to write my story for your enjoyment. I noticed that no one else had offered to tell about their first experience with a dog, at least no females. So here I go.

It really happened by accident the first time. It was a very warm day here in southern California and I was alone in the house. My husband George had gone to work an hour earlier and our two kids were in school. Strolling into our enclosed backyard I decided to do a little sunbathing. So I stripped off what little I had on and relaxed on a patio chair to enjoy the feel of the sun on my naked body. Just for your information I’m about five foot six inches tall and I have a trim and slender figure that turns heads now and then, especially at the gym when I work out or at the swing club George occasionally takes me to. I have nicely formed breasts, not too big, but well shaped even after two kids. I also have long full- bodied blonde hair. That morning before he left George gave me a fine session of lovemaking but pretty soon I got to feeling slinky and oozy all over and I lifted my legs propping my heals on the low coffee table as I started stroking and caressing my wet labia. All those nice soft fuzzy feelings began floating through my body as my mind drifted from one fantasy to another.

That’s when Ralph caught the scent I must have been generating and came bounding over to see what was going on. Ralph is a medium-sized mixed breed mutt we adopted three years ago when we found him abandoned by a river- bed on a fishing trip. He’s been a great pet, gentle and good natured with the kids and devoted to the family that rescued him. Hearing me moaning softly he must have become concerned and came to see what was up. Before I knew he was there I felt his muzzle sniffing between my legs. At first I was annoyed because he broke my concentration, but then…

"Ralph, what the hell are you…" I gasped, a stupid question really. He was lapping at my labia hungrily like it was the finest thing he had tasted all week. Jolts of sensation slammed through my already aroused body and all I could do was throw my head back and howl in delight. His tongue was rough and it felt so different from my husband’s. A very strong orgasm quickly engulfed my senses and I almost passed out from the intensity.

Once I had recovered a bit I petted and cuddled Ralph with considerable gratitude while trying to sort out my thoughts and feelings about what had just happened. Of course I had heard of women having sex with dogs but I had never given the idea any consideration or ever imagined that I might do such a thing. I tried to tell myself that it was just an anomalous event that would never happen again. Yeah, right, a few minutes later I was seated at our computer searching the internet for every scrap of information I could get about beastiality. I read several "how to" pages describing how women could have sex safely with dogs, horses and other animals. My imagination was inflamed. Would I really do this?

Well, I asked myself, why not? What harm could it do? Ralph was certainly not going to hurt me, or give me any disease or make me pregnant. As for George, we had never had any secrets from each other and our marriage is both open and secure. I decided I would tell him all about what had happened and what I had found out and let the chips fall where they may.

But first my sense of fair play came to the fore. Ralph had given me a very fine orgasm and in the process become fiercely aroused himself. Now he was lying on the rug just outside the door whining and licking his distended member. Poor thing had the blue balls, bad.

I took a deep breath and knelt beside him talking gently and soothingly as I stroked his organ with my hand. It didn’t feel repulsive or slimy. It was almost as big as my husband’s penis. As I tried to relieve him the images I had seen of women letting their dogs mount them and penetrate them filled my mind. Could I really do that?

I decided to try. Getting undressed again I called Ralph as I got down on all fours on a blanket spread on the patio. Bounding up with his tail wagging he approached my upturned butt curiously and sniffed at my pussy again, then started lapping and slurping at it as if it were coated with ice cream.

I was loving that part, it was just soooooo intense! In minutes I was throwing my head from side to side and babbling like a madwoman. Then I felt him read up on me, his forepaws encircling my waist and locking under my belly. His hard cock was stabbing at my ass trying to find my portal and he was whining in desperation.

Reaching back I used my hand to guide him home. It was such a jolt to feel his doggy cock stab into me, so different from the feel of a man’s cock. Ralph was fucking me like a jack hammer, pistoning into me faster and faster. My first orgasm slammed into me like a freight train and I almost collapsed. The second followed in short order. Then I felt a sizzling burst of pain/pleasure that brought me briefly back to reality. I realized he was trying to knot me. I had read about this and decided, what the hell, I’ve gone this far so why not. I arched my back to be more accepting to his thrusts and tried to relax my vaginal muscles. There was a blinding burst of pain and he had me. His knot went all the way into me and his balls were slapping my clit. Now Ralph was fucking me like a buzz saw. I lost count of how many times I came. It was some time before we could disengage but I was certainly in no hurry.

Poor Ralph retreated to his rug and lay licking himself as if both sated and exhausted. I was sore as hell but very pleased with him and myself.

"Good boy, you rest up the rest of today and be ready for tomorrow, cause we’re going to be doing this a lot!" I assured him lovingly, caressing his muzzle as he licked my hand affectionately.

That night after dinner and the kids were in bed George logged onto the computer and needless to say was quite taken aback by the pages I had forwarded to his email. He read them one by one, his eyes getting bigger by the minute. I brought him a beer and sat down beside him and quietly told him what had happened.

"Are you upset?" I asked, "I know we agreed to always talk about anything either of us wanted to do sexually before we did it, but this was kind of impulsive."

"Yeah, sure was," he snorted, "no, I’m not upset really, but I am aroused as hell!"

We had great sex together that night and two days later George got to watch as I lay back on the lawn chair and let Ralph mount me missionary style and fuck me silly again. I managed to get his knot in me again, not bad for a beginner.