Breeding in Front of the Family
By Bob Watergate.
His dad just laughed but didn’t pull or push him away. His mom told me to yell at him, and he would stop bothering me! She also told me later while holding a pair of my soiled white panties, and as she was talking, she opened them up to reveal a huge poop streak that I had made in them. We would end up taking in more detail in years to come about my messy panties, a conversation that would tell her much more about my childhood abuse by both men and women.
I tried to follow her advice, but Rag Tag was very persistent about smelling me, especially by sticking his nose against my butt hole! I found that he would smell and lick my butt cheeks. He would go wild after I would go poop. A couple of times, I will admit that I didn’t wipe after pooping and then just stood and turned my butt toward Rag Tag.
He would shove his nose into my butt cheeks and then push his tongue deeper against my dirty butt hole. It did feel so good that I started to let him lick my dirty butt hole each time I would go poop. He also went wild when I would get my periods. Seemed my bloody pussy was a treat for him, and he would lick and lick. I remember having mixed thoughts about what I was doing but couldn’t stop making myself available to Rag Tag each evening when I was getting ready for my shower.
After weeks of Rag Tag bugging me, I found him again in the basement when I went down to shower. I was already naked, sitting on the toilet, peeing and pooping. Before I knew what was happening, he had his whole head between my legs, licking my pee and pussy, but it was almost as if he was trying to eat my pussy and lick it! I yelled at him several times, and that’s when I heard my father-in-law open the basement door and ask if I was ok. I told him yes and that I was yelling at Rag Tag.
I heard the basement door shut, so I went to push the dog away from me. He finally moved, so I stood and walked to the shower stall. I thought this might signify that I needed to stop letting him lick my pussy and butt hole each night. Rag Tag jumped up, knocking me down, and then jumped on top of me. He was licking my pussy again, and this time he had his dog cock right in my face. I started to yell at him. When I opened my mouth, I found it filled with his cock. God, it was big, hot, and wet!
Rag Tag started fucking my mouth hard, pushing his nose reasonably deep into my pussy. I was going and pushing, but he wasn’t moving off of me. Then suddenly, Rag Tag flew away, pulling his cock from my mouth. I looked up to see my father-in-law standing over me. He reached out with his hand and helped me get to my feet. He asked if I was ok, and I told him yes and that I was just totally shocked by what the dog had been able to do to me. He told me he thought I was much stronger than that!
I was standing there naked all this time, talking to my father-in-law! He told me to go ahead and do my shower and we would talk more later! Strangely, he never did talk about this again, but Rag Tag kept showing up in the basement, barn, or garden when I was there.
I finally did get taken by Rag Tag, which was half his ongoing effort and half my fault. I was down in the garden and picking green beans that afternoon. It was a hot day, so I had a summer dress and headed to the park. Within minutes of being on my hands and knees, Rag Tag jumped up, pushed my face to the dirt, and started humping me. His paws pushed my dress up on my back so he had a clear shot at my pussy.
He worked his cock inside my pussy with no panties in just a few strokes. I remember thanking God that he didn’t push his cock into my butt hole. I tried to move away, but he weighed way too much. Then I made my next big mistake, and I started screaming!
My father-in-law, my mother-in-law, and two of the farm hands came running and saw me being fucked by Rag Tag. It seemed like forever, but my father-in-law finally walked down the hill to me and pulled him off my back. We were still tied butt to butt for about another 15 minutes when his dog cock finally popped out, and that was that. I was so embarrassed. I stayed down on my hands and knees, just crying and crying! Once Rag Tag popped out of me, my mother-in-law helped me to my feet, and we entered the basement.
Once there, she helped me with a shower. Their family doctor and the local vet stood in my bedroom for less than an hour. The doctor examined my pussy while the vet shared his insight on how dogs mate, the length of their cocks, the size of their knot, and the makeup of their sperm. I remember hearing the vet tell my mother-in-law not to worry because there was no way I would get pregnant from dog sperm!
I felt bad enough having been bred by a dog, especially in front of my family, but this made it even worse living through it again with both of these doctors! They both decided I would be ok, and only minor tearing had occurred in my pussy. They recommended that I douche once an hour for the next six hours to clean the dog cum and germs from my pussy and probably from my uterus because Rag Tag was so large! My mother-in-law helped me each time I douched, pushing the nozzle until it went through my cervix.
I only stayed on the farm for a few more weeks before I left to live with my oldest sister in Kansas City. It took me years to get the nerve to revisit the farm after that! I told my husband immediately, especially after talking with his mother the following morning. She told me I couldn’t lie about this happening, so I had no choice but to tell Bob.
Bob was a wonderful man about this and told me, in his return letter, that it just didn’t matter; he still loved me and hoped I would be ok. He also told me that the Kansas military base had a mental health clinic if I felt that would help.
I didn’t speak of this with my sister or any other family, but after about a month, I kept having terrible dreams about being raped by Rag Tag. So, I went to my first doctor’s appointment at the clinic on the base. The doctor was a woman, which made me feel much better. When she first asked me why I was there, I thought she would fall out of her chair when I told her about the dog rape!
This lady was good – she talked me through my fears, anger, and sadness and then really blew my mind when I started talking about my sexual feelings! It took three appointments before she asked me to tell her all the details about my “doggy” dreams. At first, it was scary, even painful, but little by little, I found it easier to share openly with her, not only my dreams. Still, I answered about the rape and the multiple playful events in the basement that led up to the rape. This Doctor, just like my mother-in-law, told me that my allowing Rag Tag to lick my pussy and my butt hole had a direct cause for him wanting and NEEDING to breed his bitch! I was shocked that the Doctor would call me his bitch!
Kathy, Dr. Heisenberg, shared with me that she had contacted three other doctors on my case and was consulting with them on my sexual issues and my progress. Each doctor visited once during my follow-on clinic appointments with Dr. Heisenberg and seemed to have their questions. With their help, I was finally able to accept that being raped by Rag Tag wasn’t my fault and that my sexual feelings that continued to exist in my dreams about having sex with dogs didn’t make me a bad person. But each told me I had to share these desires for bestiality with my husband once he returned from Turkey.
These same doctors helped me accept that although the rape by a dog was a bad thing, the sexual feeling it awoke in me was a feeling that I could choose to use for my sexual pleasure in the future or not. They helped me understand masturbation (which till now had never really helped me cum by myself) and the positive effects it holds for each of us as humans. They also shared that masturbation for military wives is good, especially while our husbands are on assignment.
This has been over 20 years, but now and then, while we’re making love with my husband and he is taking me from behind, it will make me start to pant and finally bark! It drives me wild and makes to cum on the spot. I will tell you that although I have thought about it repeatedly, we have never gotten a dog of our own.
Now, for my visit back to the farm, my mother-in-law still gets to see the shit streaks in my white panties. My father-in-law seems to ensure that Duke (one of Rag Tag’s sons) is always in the basement when I go down to shower, and Bob is always there to help Duke mount me and take many pictures of my breeding and over. I also know that my father-in-law has made MANY moves on his smartphone (that Bob purchased for him!) and continued to share them with his drinking friends and online, too!
The End.
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