First Time with Luther

By Demon.
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It seems so long ago, and it has been almost ten whole years to the day. It was just before Christmas 1987 when I was 20 and dating David, but he went by Dave. He was nice enough and all. The family liked him. I was in love with him for sure. I thought our relationship was going well, but not everything was perfect. He would get into moods from time to time, making me question his commitment to me. As Christmas neared that year, I wondered why he didn’t seem to call very often during December.

I got a call from Dave on the 23rd of that year. Just two days before Christmas. He was wondering if I could meet him downtown. Sure I said where and when, and no problem. We met at the appointed spot and time and went to dinner. It was a nice place, but that is all I recall now, as very shortly afterward, the meal arrived at the table, and Dave dropped the bombshell. He didn’t have feelings for me as I did for him, and he made that. I cried. He got a bit weepy but was not all choked up. The final blow was about to be thrown up, that he was seeing someone else. I was mortified.

I do not recall much of the trip home on the bus. Stepping off the bus was tough as I was in deep thought about what had happened and was trying to figure out how and or what and when to say something to the family, as they liked him. Does my face show too much?

Later that evening, I was in the kitchen, and mom came in for some reason, and she would be the one to notice the face I was wearing. “Something wrong, dear?”

“Yeah, Dave and I are no longer a couple. He broke it off with me, and I feel terrible, Mom.”

“Oh well, dear, it happens. You will get over it.”

I forgot to mention that one family member I did not pay much attention to was interested in how I felt. His name was Luther, yes, Luther. He was the family dog, and he seemed to know the moment I came home that day that there was something up, he wagged his tail at me when I arrived home, but I was not paying attention. It was only later that I put the sequence of events with Luther together so that they could be recounted to you.

My relationship with Luther, who was three, was not good. He seemed to ignore me.

The week between Christmas and New years was tough on me as people were in and out of the house, family and friends and business associated with my parents and a few neighbors, and some strangers. It seemed like an endless parade of the two-legged type. Since I was not interested in retelling the story, the kitchen, and gatherings of girls, I avoided it like the Titanic.

Luther seemed to be around me more and more. I noticed as I did some things about the house. I had calmed down somewhat, and 1988 would be here in a day. I finally really saw Luther. I was in the basement, the games room. He was there that day watching me, and most of you know the look a dog can give you. With those eyes, which tell you, pat me or come here and say hi or I love you to take me outside or who knows what all goes on in a dog’s mind.

Early into the New Year, Luther slowly, over a week or so, started to come to my room and visit whenever I was home. He would stare at me, looking for the pat on the head and a bit of chitchat. This guy was starting to understand what it was a girl needed. I talked to him more and more.

One evening he started to come to my room and slept on the floor beside my bed. He was, as a rule, not allowed into the house. He was older now, and no one seemed to care. He didn’t mess all over the place, except when it was muddy outside and his feet needed to be wiped off.

A few weeks went by I noticed that Luther was not missing any night now without sleeping in my room. No problem, I thought, as long as he doesn’t mess things up, all would be OK with me.

One night, about two in the morning, I heard him rustling about. He had put his head on the bed and was looking at me. I gave him a friendly pat on the head. “What do you want, boy,” I asked.

He just looked sad, and a bit more whimper came out of his mouth. Maybe he was finding the floor too hard and wanted up on the bed. I helped him up onto the bed. He was quiet after that, and we both fell fast to sleep. Getting on the bed seemed to become the norm. One night I had finished having my shower and dashed down the hall to my room with only my pink housecoat. I was trying to get to the room before someone saw me. While running down the hall, I gave Luther a quick pat on the head and said hi, boy. He followed me to the bedroom. I shut the door behind us both and lay down on the bed. Luther was at the side wanting up again, which was now the routine.

Up I helped him, and he lay down beside me. We dozed off for a bit, but I woke up suddenly because he shook the bed while repositioning. I gave him a friendly pat again on his rump. The first thing my hand touched was his cock in the mostly dark room. I was not under the covers, and he had his head now down on my belly. I could hear him sniffing something. It was my hot pussy he was sniffing at.

It was right then that some thoughts crossed my mind that had never even been considered before until that exact moment. Was he sniffing me because he thought I was a female dog or because it was just different? My mind was racing so fast that I could not get hold of it. What was wrong with me, I thought. This is not good thinking material. I shushed him to the floor. What was I going to do now? I am going nuts. I can not be thinking this sort of thing. I was a virgin, and I thought about having a dog as my first sex partner.

A few days passed, but I could not stop thinking about the whole idea. You must understand that I was getting ready to have sex sometime soon with Dave, but he did not know that. I was committed enough in my mind to get that far with the thinking of sex and possible marriage and the life we would have together when wham it was gone.

I was thinking about sex more and more, probably because I had these hormones telling me something, and Dave was it, but since that was out now, well, maybe Luther. I thought about it more and finally said that I could explore it just a bit further.

“OK, boy, get up here on the bed.”

I looked at his hair-covered penis. It was not that big. Stop this girl, I said to myself. No, you can not do this. Luther lay down tight to my body. My mind raced as I thought about it all. I said to myself, take off your pajamas and see how that feels. He was warmer than with the pajamas on. I was starting to get a bit wet. How was that possible. My mind was racing on its own. I could feel that we were going to do something.

Luther made the first move. He smelled me under one of my arms, and a bit of tongue licked me there. That felt good. I moved to get a better lick in, and he did. I liked it, and that was great. I was beginning to think of him differently now, and the chemicals in my head were allowing this to occur, and all was in full motion and had me high.

Yes, I was flying somewhat now. I now wanted to take some control and did by flipping myself around. My head was now at the foot of the bed with a pillow to rest it on, and Luther stayed where he was with this funny, questioning look on his face as if to say, what happened? I told him that all was OK, and he seemed content. I wanted him to see my pussy now. I was becoming intoxicated with the mind chemistry going on. I was telling myself to let him have a look at my brown furry patch. He did, and he got close as there was more smell now. I had not had a bath or cleaned myself down there in the past twenty-four hours.

He smelled the first sign of a lick. I just about went off into never-never land. I was twitching, and I wanted more now. To hell with the part about whether I should be doing this. I would be doing something, and who knew how much or what exactly, but I was sure too far into this now to stop. I did start thinking about how perverted I was becoming, but that was so easy to dismiss, even I was amazed.

I spread my legs. He moved around a bit to get at me better. I spread my pussy lips, and that tongue of his hit the mark, and I went wild. My butt moved up to meet his tongue. It was funny, I thought, how I seemed to be programmed to move my hips toward him instinctively. He was licking now at a steady pace as I expected a constant dripping, and he liked it very much.

Now I had to have a look at his dick. I rolled over a bit, and there it was, right in front of me. I used one hand now on my pussy and one to touch him. From his sheath was about a half an inch of red blood cock. I could not reach it with my tongue as he was still going at me, and I thought it might be better to see if I could get him to mount me. Was that the right word, I wondered to myself?

The licking stopped. He moved on the bed as I moved to reposition myself too. He was now right between my legs, just lying there. The licking was done, it seemed. I told him he was a good boy and sat up to hug him some. He stood up to accept my praise.

“Good boy.”

His tail wagged a bit and then a bit more and finally lots. We were both feeling just fine. He started to lie down again, but only before hitting the mattress. I grabbed his front legs and directed them to my stomach. He rested there with no problem. He shifted his butt around a bit, and each time he shuffled about, I moved him up an inch or so towards my face. He was now resting on his elbows on my chest. I was patting his head constantly. I needed to check with one hand to see where his cock was about my pussy. Up until now, I had my legs flat on the bed, but now I slowly raised my knees.

This allowed me to hold him on my belly and make it possible to feel my way to my bottom. His cock was now within a few inches of my pussy, but slightly to one side. I shifted a bit to line up better and felt down there again. He was in line, but his cock, which was now out about one and a half inches, was pointing too high. I rotated my hips upward. I felt something. His cock was out more, I thought. That must be it. He tried to get up, but I held him to my chest. I felt its tip near the right hole with some more wiggle on my part and some on his. Yes, I needed it in me now.

I positioned myself to pull him up a bit more and hopefully in. “God, yes.” He was entering me. “Yes, please put it in me, please.”

I pulled him some more, and nature started to take over now as his cock responded. I could feel it increasing in size a bit more. This is not to say he was big, as he only weighed about 25 Kg. He was taking the initiative now. I arched my pussy toward him, and yes, he was on his way now. His hind end was humping now. Fast, faster, and WOW, what speed? I was in heaven.

Things were obviously wet, and he was now adding to the pool of fluids I felt but had no idea how much. I assumed he was about to stop soon but had no real idea. He seemed to be building up to something else or a new level. Yes, he was, indeed. He caught me by surprise when I felt his whole body thrust forward. Not with just another thrust like the back and forth motions of fucking, but a different full-body thrust. It was like he was planting something of himself. I learned later that he was planting something of himself, me his knot. That hard thrust was as deep as he ever was until this point. Nothing had ever been in me that far, not even my finger.

My mind was in seventh heaven now. He was in me deep and full, it seemed. He lay on my belly, somewhat content, even though I could feel he wanted to get up, but I held him there as I was tied to his knot. We were joined, and being my first screw, I just had to hold him and enjoy that full feeling in my now-not virgin cunt. I just wanted to keep, hold and enjoy. I move my butt about a bit with him in me. I flexed my snapper muscles around his red probe, squeezing him well. I figured it was not to last too long as he started to get small, or he was not big enough to stay in. We slipped apart.

I was coming down from an excellent high now and was feeling guilty, real guilty? I could not get out of my mind the bit about what we had done that first night. The hell with it, as it was too late. My mind said it was all done now, and time to clean up the mess.

The following day, Luther was in the kitchen when I saw him. He was sleeping in his favorite spot by the door. He saw me but did not come over as he seemed tired, and I wondered why. I went to him, patted his head, and asked if he wanted to go outside. The tail started to wag, and out he went with renewed energy.

I learned a lot that first night. It was possible. I needed to put a towel on the bed or something before we were to do that again. It would have been a better experience if I had warmed myself up more before getting it on, as I did not climax too much. You can not plan everything perfectly on the first go-round, can you?

After that night with Luther, I was emotionally and physically done with the feelings and thought about Dave. No one asked about him, and I was not going to be bringing him up in any conversations. If in all of this there is any regret, it is that Luther and I could not speak about what we had done that night and many nights and many more nights that followed.

Luther is a great dog; I know now that in comparison to other dogs, his cock was small, but at the time, we seemed to need each other, and both of us meshed together well. Putting it simply, we fit. We understood each other. I loved him, and he loved me in all ways. We became the best of pals after that first night. No one in the family seemed to figure it out. The time we spent together, thank goodness.

I would also like to hear from others into k9sex and about their first time.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even the limited editing done here doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed.

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