The Farmgirl’s Story
Lostlady
“Oh, just curious,” she said. She appeared embarrassed and turned to walk away. I could tell there was more to it than mere curiosity. Now she’d gotten my interest.
“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”
“No, I don’t know. It’s just something I was wondering about, no big deal.”
“We could talk about it if you’d like.”
She looked down at the floor for a minute, looking like she was thinking it over. When she looked back at me I could see she was nervous. She slowly shook her head.
“No, I’m not sure, not today anyway.”
“Alright, but if you change your mind, give me a call. You can come over to my place and we can have a drink or two and talk in private.”
She agreed and walked away . Watching her leave, I couldn’t help but wonder what the whole thing had been about. Animal porn isn’t all that hard to find on the internet, so I knew there was more going on here than met the eye and why did she come to me? All I knew for sure was that I hoped she would take me up on my offer and call. That’s the only way I could see myself solving this little mystery.
About a week and a half later I got a call from her telling me she was ready to talk. She asked if we would be alone and I assured her we would be. I really wanted to find out what she had to say and why all the secrecy. My imagination was running on overtime now as I envisioned all sorts of scenarios. We agreed that she would come over two nights later.
“This will be just between us, right?” her voice was tense. “I mean, I know you write these stories, and that’s OK, but you won’t let anybody know who I am or anything will you?”
“No, trust me, this is all confidential. If I use anything in a story, your name and anything that could give you away will be changed or left out. In fact, if you want, if I do use anything you tell me, I’ll let you read it before I post it anywhere.”
She agreed it was fair, as long as her identity was safe she didn’t care if I wrote about it or not. I was very anxious to hear her story, other than the reference to bestiality, I hadn’t a clue. I only hoped it would be worth all the intrigue. I could hardly wait.
She arrived on the appointed night right on time. We went into the living room and sat down. As much as I wanted to hear what she had to say I really didn’t want to rush her. Time to get some drinks to put her at ease and loosen up her tongue. I decided on sherry, a nice sociable wine but strong enough to have an effect on her. I wanted to get her inhibitions down so she would talk freely without getting her wasted. This was to be a conversation, not a seduction. I brought the two glasses of wine in along with a cheese platter I’d bought for the occasion and set them down on the end table between us.
So we sat there sipping the sherry, nibbling on cheese and crackers, having a conversation about basically nothing. Don’t get me wrong, it was pleasant. It was one of those talks you have when you run in a friend in the supermarket or at the mall; what’s new, how’s work, etc., etc., etc…. It would have been nice actually, under normal circumstances if I wasn’t so interested in getting to the point. Finally the suspense was too much, I didn’t want to rush her but I had to ask.
“So, what is it you want to talk about anyway?”
She gazed uncomfortably down at her feet. I was afraid I’d upset her and that had certainly not been my intention.
“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s all right. We don’t have to; I just thought it was time. I have to admit, I’m burning up with curiosity.”
“No,” she replied slowly, “you’re right, it’s time. I’ve been putting it off long enough.”
The way she said “putting it off long enough” made me think she was talking about more than just that evening. Still avoiding my eyes, she kind of sucked part of her upper lip into her mouth, giving her a rather pensive appearance.
“You asked about bestiality the other day, I assume it has something to do with that.” She nodded her head.
“Do you know someone who’s done it?” Again the silent nod.
“Someone we both know?” She looked at me quizzically before answering quietly.
“Me.” Then added in a quick voice, “It was a long time ago.”
Then she picked up her half full glass of sherry and downed it in one gulp. You could have knocked me over with a feather. She was the last person I would have expected to have done anything remotely involving animal sex let alone confess to it to me of all people. Somehow I had a hard time envisioning her having any kind of sex other than straight, polite missionary style. I pointed to her empty glass.
“Care for another?”
She nodded, wordlessly once more. I went to the kitchen and got the bottle. When I came back I filled her glass and left the bottle on the end table. This couldn’t be easy for her and I figured she was going to need all the help she could get. I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts, and then asked her how this had come about.
“You have to understand, I was raised on a farm upstate. Talk of sex with animals was fairly common, you’d hear all kinds of stories. I knew most of them were nonsense, jokes really, but you did hear them and they did make an impression. Most of them involved guys, but there were stories of women too. Add that to the fact that you’re more isolated in a rural area and you have more time alone to let your imagination run wild.”
Now we were getting somewhere. This was a story I had to hear. I settled back in my chair and sipped my sherry, not saying anything. I didn’t want to do anything to disturb her.
“The other thing was I had become sexually active after I finished high school. I’d only had intercourse a couple of times, but I’d really enjoyed it. I’d become kind of obsessed with it actually. My boyfriend had a job plus was taking a couple of night courses at a local college that had been recommended to prepare him for the fall semester, so he wasn’t around all that much. So there I was; hot, horny, ready to roll, and all alone.”
“And that’s when you decided to do something about it?”
“Yes, sort of, not exactly like that.”
She was becoming unnerved, I realized I should have kept quiet and let her tell the story at her own pace. She took another healthy swallow of her drink. Then she seemed to calm down. I decided it would be best to speak only when spoken to.
“As I said, I was becoming fascinated by sex and also very frustrated. I was masturbating a lot.” I could see her cheeks becoming red as she confessed this. “I also read a lot. One of the things a read was an old copy of ‘The Happy Hooker’. There was a part in it where the author talked about having an orgasm while jerking off a dog. It was just a couple of paragraphs, but it stayed with me.”
Now we were getting to the heart of the matter. I kept my mouth shut. Now I wanted to hear all about it but was afraid to say anything, even though the questions were beginning to form in my mind.
“We had several dogs on the place, but all had been neutered or spayed except one; Mack. There was no particular reason, my parents just never got around to having it done even though he was a bit of a ‘leg hound’ if you know what I mean.” I nodded my head letting her know that I did. “He was a large dog, mixed breed, I’m not sure which, but it was obvious he was definitely part shepherd. That was very convenient for an 18 year old girl who was thinking how cool it would be to re-create and experience that passage from the book.”
So, I thought to myself, that’s what this was all about. She’d had sex of some sort with a dog. I found it all strangely exciting, made even more so by whom it was. As I stated earlier, of all the people I knew she was the last I would have expected this from.
“Finally, one afternoon when I was alone on the place I decided to act. I took the keys to a storage shed we had and went outside. It was a hot, sunny July day and Mack was sleeping in a shady spot on the back porch. I went over and started petting him. He rolled lazily over on his back and I scratched his belly briefly. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock; it was still in its furry covering with only the red tip peeking out. I reached over and ran my hand over it. There was a quick jerk and an inch or two of his dick came out. One look and I was instantly aroused.”
“Mack raised his head up and looked down at what was going on. Then he rolled over and sprang to his feet, whimpering. That was good, because I wasn’t going to go any further out here on the porch. I stood up and Mack started smelling my hand. A few sniffs and he started to lick it. I guess we both were aroused. I went to the shed, unlocked the door, and stepped in. It was hot and stuffy in there but it was private and that was more important to me. I slapped my thigh a few times and Mack came in. I closed and locked the door behind us. It was dark in there. The only light was from two small windows up over the door. Like I said privacy was important.”
“I had worn a housedress with a muti-pleated skirt that day. I figured it would work best, I could pull the skirt up easily and if I had to stop quickly, it would drop back down; much quicker than struggling into a pair of jeans. So, I took off my panties, tucked them into the front of my dress, hung the lanyard that held the key from my neck, and was ready to go. I began simply, scratching his head and neck while I straddled him. I moved down to his neck, still scratching. I stopped long enough to hike up the skirt of my dress, kind of bunch as much of it as I could in front, and tucked it under itself so it would stay up. Basically I was naked from the waist down. I must have been a sight.”
She looked at me with a slightly embarrassed smile. I just shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t too sure what to say. All I could come up with was a simple, “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Nobody was there to see you anyways.”
“That’s true. Anyhow, I lowered myself down until the fur on his back was pressed against my pussy. It really felt good. There was a long bench in there next to us, I put one hand on it to steady myself and reached under him and gripped his cock. Mack let out a whimper as I started stroking it. He got into a funny position, moving his hind legs closer to his front in a kind of hunched back posture, then he started thrusting into my hand. I had to lower myself some more to keep my pussy in contact with his back. His back and forth motion kept him bumping hard against me, the fur on his back tickling my pussy and stimulating my clitoris, all this was sending all kinds of thrills through me. It was a mass of stimulation. His tail would occasionally swing quickly back and forth, going across my ass like a windshield wiper. I remember how stifling hot it was in that shed, sweat was dripping off me, it soaking my dress, but I didn’t care. You see, all that was happening, the physical stimulation, the thrusting cock in my hand, the idea of doing something incredibly perverse, I found all this to be extremely exciting. I came rather quickly. So did Mack actually, but I didn’t even realize it. Once my own orgasm began to subside, I noticed my hand was covered with his warm, sticky cum.”
“I used my panties to wipe off my hands and lowered the skirt. When I opened the door to the shed, I remember how good the fresh air felt when I stepped out of the shed. Mack headed back to the porch and his water bowl. I guess he was slightly dehydrated. After he had a drink, he started sniffing his back, where it was wet from my pussy. I don’t know how to describe it, but I think he had a good time. I know I did.”
So, that was what it was all about. She’d gotten herself off while jerking off a dog. I have to admit it was an interesting tale, but what I didn’t know was there was more to come, much more.
“Did you really enjoy it?” She nodded her head. “Well it’s not all that bad, teenagers do experiment with things. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Yeah, well, my brother always talked about when he was eighteen and went on a trip to the shore with a couple of his buddies. It was the first time they were unsupervised and could get beer. He said the first night they had two or three and thought they were drunk. The next night they had four or five and were drunk. The next night they got roaring drunk, and were sick for days. This was sort of the same thing.”
I felt my eyebrows rise up in astonishment. Now I saw where this story was going. I took the bottle and topped off her glass and mine.
“Please continue,” I told her, “I want to hear the whole story.”
“The next time, I wasn’t so nervous, more sure of myself. It started out the same, I wore the same type of dress, maybe even the same one, not that it matters. Mack followed me into the shed, I prepared myself the same way, dress pulled up and bunched in the front, panties jammed in the bodice of my dress. I straddled Mack and pressed my pussy on his back. When I reached down and gripped his cock, he got in that same humpback position. I started stroking and he started humping, within seconds I was getting aroused. I knew I was going to have one serious orgasm.”
She paused long enough to take a drink and have a bite of cheese. I was getting impatient to hear the rest. I could tell the alcohol was having some effect; her words were coming easier now.
“I could feel his cock expanding in my hand, coming all the way out of its cover, getting thick and longer. It was really exciting, my stomach muscles were contracting and I was sweating like crazy. I was well on the way to an orgasm. Then I was aware of something pushing against my fist. I think I’d felt it the first time, but was too nervous to pay attention. It was the ball that dogs have by the base of their dicks. This time, I slid my hand over it and gripped it tightly and held as much of the rest of his cock as I could with my other hand. While we didn’t have cows on our place, I had learned how to milk them on a relative’s farm. I used a similar motion on his cock while squeezing the ball tighter.”
“Just how big was it?” I hated to interrupt her, but I wanted to know.
“Big, bigger than my boyfriend’s. From the ball forward it stuck out past my fist. The ball felt to be about the size of a lemon, or maybe an irregular shaped tennis ball. That’s the best I can describe it.”
I cleared my throat before answering, “That’s, ah, pretty substantial.”
“Yes,” she agreed with a kind of faraway look in her eyes, “yes it was. Funny thing, once I had hold of the ball and started manipulating the shaft, his thrusting slowed down, almost to nothing. I could feel his back shivering beneath my pussy and his cock vibrating in my hand as he started to come. I started to orgasm myself. It was difficult to concentrate; each spasm of my orgasm caused a corresponding tightening of my two hands on his cock. My fingers could actually feel the flow of cum through his dick. There was a lot more of it this time than there had been the first time. Actually, I’m not sure he had come the first time.”
“But you said you had it on your hand. How could you not be sure?”
“Simple,” she smiled at me; “my father had a home office. It had lots of books on agriculture, crop reports, and some on veterinary procedures. After all this I read up on the chapters on dog breeding. It seems they put out a lot of fluids when they have sex, not all of it’s semen.”
“I didn’t know that.” I paused, “The subject never came up.”
“Yeah, but if he didn’t come, I must have left him in one frustrated state. Guess that made me one hell of a cock tease.” We both laughed at that.
“Anyway, we were done for this session, or so I thought. I stood upright catching my breath. It was as hot in that shed this time as the last. I was looking forward to getting fresh air. Mack was sniffing the puddle he’d made on the wood flooring, or was when I last looked at him. When I unbunched my skirt and let it hang down I found the dog was at my feet, his head under the skirt. I thought it was just an accident, but then I felt his nose bumping me and I knew I was wrong. Then I felt his tongue, he stared licking my pussy. Damn, it was wonderful. Even after all these years I remember it, his coarse tongue stroking my cunt, my inner thighs, everywhere down there. He was tipping his head from side to side, his tongue forcing its way past the outer lips.”
She paused for another sip of wine. I took note that this was the first time she’d referred to her genitalia as anything stronger than pussy. I didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if she was just getting into the story, I know I was.
“He kept licking harder and faster, I leaned back against the door with my feet wide apart. I had a tingling feeling all over. I knew this orgasm was going to make the first one look like kid shit. I was right, once it began I got weak in the knees I wasn’t sure I was going to stay on my feet. Honestly, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was such a strongly severe orgasm that it shook me to the roots. I was leaning forward with my mouth open gasping for breath.” She looked at me, shaking her head. “It was un-fucking believable. I’d never experienced anything like it before.”
“Then he stood up on his hind legs with his paws against me. I thought he wanted to be petted. I started to scratch his neck with both hands. That wasn’t what he wanted, I know that now, but at the time I thought maybe he was just a little goofy. He whined a bit, looking around then got down from me. As far as I was concerned it was over for the day. I pulled my panties back on and staggered out into the daylight. I wanted a nice cool bath, but I was already making plans for the next time.”
“You mean there’s more?” I was impressed. I noticed she was getting nervous again, her hand was shaking as she had another drink of her sherry. She seemed to be trying to steady herself again.
“Oh yeah, there’s more.”
I had a pretty good idea where this story was going to end. What I didn’t know was how it was going to get there, but I sure wanted to find out.
“Early the following week, the whole family was going to go to the local farmer’s market to sell some produce. Mack and I would be alone all day. I had plans for the two of us. You see, I couldn’t get that licking he’d given me out of my mind. I wanted more, and this time I wanted to do it right. I took an old blanket out to the shed folded it up and put it on a picnic bench that was stored in there. I wanted some padding. Then I got Mack. Again I had the same type of dress, this time I didn’t bother with the panties, didn’t seem to be much point to them. I closed and locked the door, even though we were alone, I didn’t want to take any chances. I pulled the skirt up over my waist, sat down on the end of the bench, leaned back on one arm, spread my legs, and patted my pussy. I spoke out loud, ‘Come on Mack, come on boy, come and get it.’ I waited until he came over and stuck his nose against my pussy. I laid down flat on my back with my eyes closed ready to enjoy myself.”
You didn’t have to be Dick Tracy to figure out what was going to happen next, but I wanted to hear it from her.
“Mack began licking me. It was as good as I remembered. His tongue was fast and forceful, literally ravishing my pussy, traveling up the length of my cunt lips, pressuring the sensitive nerve endings of the inner flesh. It was almost like an instant orgasm. I began to inhale deeply and audibly as he continued to send thrills through me. Like the last time, he began tipping his head first to one side then the other. When he did it would force my cunt lips apart allowing his tongue to briefly contact the inside tissue. It was almost painfully pleasurable and every time his rough tongue touched my clitoris, it was like an electrical shock went through me. Damn it, it was really something. I loved every second of it.”
“I could feel every muscle in my body contract and I moaned loudly, high pitched as I came the first time.” She saw me looking at her. “That’s right, I came at least twice, as I recall. It’s hard for me to remember exactly, I do know I was overjoyed, actually beside myself in a state of ecstasy. I was hoping it would go on forever. Of course it couldn’t.”
At this point she stopped for a few seconds. She was looking downwards nervously. She looked like someone who is trying to put off doing something unpleasant as long as she could. Finally she continued.
“After a bit he stopped, I figured it was over as I lay there. I was pretty well satisfied, but was still wishing for more. I didn’t realize I was about to get more. Oh sister, was I going to get more.”
This was the part I’d waiting to hear. I watched her as she hesitated some more, taking a deep breath and exhaling, shaking her head. I knew it was hard for her to talk to someone about this. I really wanted to offer some encouragement, but had no idea what to say. I thought it was probably best to let her work it out for herself. This was obviously something she’d kept bottled up for years and wanted to get it off her chest. She wanted to talk it out, not have a conversation. Sometimes it’s best to simply listen, I kept quiet.
“Yeah, well, he wasn’t done. Suddenly his front paws were on me, I could feel his weight as he climbed up. Fool that I was, I thought he wanted to get petted, a reward for a job well done. I was that naive. But when I tried to scratch his neck he let out a snarl. That’s when I realized he was trying to mount me. I was fucking terrified, I couldn’t react, I couldn’t bring myself to move. I’ve read accounts about this sort of thing where the woman wasn’t sure if the animal was going to find the right spot or some such bullshit, but either Mack was smarter than most dogs, luckier, or the bench was just the right height, because I felt a few hard, fast pokes and his cock went into me. It went in rather easily too, you have to remember, I’d had a couple of orgasms so I was probably pretty wet and slippery down there. He kept thrusting into me, it seemed like with every forward thrust his cock got bigger, longer, went deeper in. I was horrified, I think I was crying, it was hard to tell; in that heat I didn’t know if it was tears or sweat on my cheeks.”
“It sounds like you were being raped,” I interjected. Again she paused, perhaps I shouldn’t have interrupted.
“Well, kind of, I guess. But, not really. When it comes to sex, I feel no means no and stop means stop. It’s a woman’s right to give or withhold. Nothing stupider in this world than somebody saying, ‘she was asking for it’, but that’s with people. This was an animal. Mack was just doing what instinct was telling him to do. I’d been playing with fire and was getting burned. I didn’t blame the dog at even at the time. I’d fucked up and this was the result. Jump off a ladder and get hurt, you don’t blame the ladder.”
It was an interesting bit of philosophy. I was glad I’d said something.
“He kept thrust wildly. Then I felt the ball on his dick slamming against my pussy and I realized he was trying shove it in me. This was really scary. You see, I was afraid not only of getting hurt or damaged, but also afraid of how I would explain how this happened to my family and the doctor. Finally, it went in, painfully actually. I said it felt like a lemon in my hand, but it felt like a damned grapefruit when it was rammed into my cunt. It did hurt, stretching my pussy going in. Once it was in the thrusting diminished rapidly. Mack started shaking and twitching slightly. I knew he was coming. Now, a funny thing happened, I began to calm down. I guess I was accepting what was happening, beginning to relax. There was a kind of serene feeling to it. The whole thing felt kind of natural.”
“Natural, really?” I guess she picked up on my skepticism.
“Natural, I didn’t say normal, far from it. But I think I might have come again.”
“Wait a minute, you didn’t know?”
“I know it sounds dumb. I wouldn’t think you could come when you’re that scared. You have to remember, I’d been orgasming before he jumped on me, maybe my body responded when my mind was in shock. I don’t know. I do know this, somewhere along the way I’d raised my knees up, bent, with my feet in the air. I don’t remember doing it, but there I was, just like I was being fucked by a man.”
“I have to ask this, were you enjoying it?”
“I don’t know, that’s one of the mysteries of this thing. I do know there was a strange peacefulness about it, just lying there with a male animal pumping sperm into me. It’s sick, I know, but it’s how I felt.”
She took another drink and sat there with her head tipped to one side. I could tell she was thinking about it all. Then she turned and looked at me.
“I guess on some level I was enjoying it. Like I said, I think I’d come again, I can’t remember exactly. I guess there’d been too much mental trauma involved to be sure. Perhaps at that point it was just a sense of relief that the worst was over. But I can tell you this, after time went by, down through the years, I remember him coming in me and I remember it almost separately from the first part, when he first mounted me. Now it’s something of an erotic memory.”
I found it surprising that she would say that, but for the first time since she started talking about it she had a contented look on her face. She was completely relaxed.
“So there I was, now don’t get me wrong, I was still scared, but no longer terrified. Finally he sort of looked around, twisting his body a bit with his paws stomping on me, then laid his upper body down on me. It seemed like the flow of cum was slowing. He would still give an occasional shivering spasm, but I realized he was basically done.”
“Were you stuck? I’ve heard stories about that.”
“Could have been, I can’t be sure. Mack made no effort to pull out and I had no idea how to force him. Besides, I was in no rush to have that ball stretching me open on the way out, I remembered how painful it had been when it went in. I just lay there, letting nature take its course. I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a long time, but it could have been just minutes but eventually I felt him beginning to go down. It was a comfortable feeling. Then it just sort of popped out on its own. That was a relief. Once his cock was free, Mack got off of me. He tried to lick me again, but I was in no mood. I didn’t know if it was a normal thing for him to do or if he was looking for another go at me. I was more interested in checking myself for damage. I wiped myself on the blanket. While there were a lot of assorted fluids, there was no sign of any blood. I began to breathe a lot easier. As for Mack, once I sat up and blocked him from licking me, he lost all interest. He went over to the door and waited to be let out.”
“Kind of a find ‘em, fuck ‘em, and forget ‘em type of a guy, huh?” I joked lightly.
“Yeah, that’s true enough. Just like a few men I’ve known.” All tension was gone from her voice now. She looked totally at ease.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking, did you ever do it again?”
“No, never, that was it.”
“Did you ever think about doing it again?” I was really curious.
“No, not exactly, not seriously anyhow. I’ve often wondered, however, what it would like if I wasn’t so shit scared.”
There was an awkward silence, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then she spoke up in a very calm voice.
“There was one thing, in the next couple of days I must have taken a dozen showers. My family commented on it, I told them it was the heat. The reality was I didn’t feel clean. It was also over a year before I had intercourse again. So there was a consequence to it. That feeling is what stops me from ever considering doing it again.”
“I take it you’re not recommending it for anybody?”
“No, I think it’s one of those things that some people are into, and it works for them. I don’t think it’s for everybody, I don’t think it was right for me. What’s that old expression? ‘I wouldn’t have missed it for a thousand dollars, but I wouldn’t do it again for a million.’ I guess that’s how I feel about it.”
That’s when I saw that I had been right; this was something she felt she had to talk to someone about and who better than to someone who writes sex stories. I was probably less likely to be judgmental than her other friends. I decided to write this pretty much as she related it to me, or at least as well as I can remember it because it is sort of an answer to the question “how does a thing like this happen”. Well, sometimes it happens in stages, unplanned and not very well thought out. As for my friend, I have to say again, the last person I would have expected it from.
The End.
