I found porn when I was 10—a cousin showed me—and when I first came upon bestiality, I was grossed out. I immediately couldn't grasp why anyone would be into that. I love dogs, but that's just nasty.
...Wasn't that long until I felt drawn to looking at a bit more. Just hentai though—it's only gross if it's the real thing.
...Okay, so, after some time I started wanting to see the real thing. I'd never do it, I just want to see it. It's just porn, most people have kinks they like seeing but don't intend to participate in.
>So there I am, around a year after I first saw bestiality, petting a dog's stomach and eyeing the red tip barely poking from the shaft.
I obviously loved dogs, so I was on call to housesit, dog walk, so on. Here I am with family-friend's german shepard, playing, smiling, and having a very lovely time showering him in kisses and rubs. As I'm petting his belly, I can't help but stare at the tip peaking from the sheathe. All the dog-sex I'd been exposed to in the last several months flies through my mind so fast I could feel the friction burn.
<I've never had a boyfriend, I'm a bit young for that, but as long as it isn't sex... Maybe I should try it.
The massage I'm giving him is so slow, as I'm distracted by these thoughts, that he's starting to roll back over, and without thinking I quicken the pace of the rubbing and work closer to his groin. Content, the doggie lays back with his tummy exposed and leg raised. My eyes are completely glued to his crotch, and I'm barely breathing amidst the anxiety. Finally my hand is actually at the sheathe, and I'm not fully sure what I'm doing, but the witless stroking is making the dog move his hips a little and his dick is coming out more.
My thighs and nethers are tingling, it's such a strange, giddy sensation.
I'm giving in to the temptation and leaning forward. Smells strongly of dog, go figure. Hesitantly, I give his penis a lick, and the taste isn't revolting, so I don't really hesitate with more licking. The first few are such quick actions, darting my tongue out and slurping too fast to really get much taste. As I get comfortable, though, I start licking slowly. With a greater care to drag my tongue along and ponder the flavor, it's a little weird and hard to compare. I think I'm tasting some of the dog's slobber on here, and I guess that makes sense, but there's something else to it too. The smell probably influences it as well. Time to take it a step further, I guess, and I press my mouth around the tip. I'm meaning to do this gradually, but jerk back as the dog moves and shoves a couple inches in way too suddenly. Just surprised, that's all. I go down on him better this time around, realizing that it feels way bigger in my mouth than it looked. Like, way bigger. Maybe it's some sort of illusion as my mouth doesn't want to be filled so much I choke? I'm also worried my teeth would hurt him accidentally. To the best I'm able, I suck his dick without any teeth touching it, and it's really a different experience than licking.
Even just on my tongue, having so much of my tongue pressed against dog dick at the same time is way different than just a little bit. Somehow I like the taste much more this way, and neither know nor will ponder why beyond this passing note. My body is all shakes right now. 100% anxiety, wonder, and thrill. It's getting very awkward as I try to take him very deep, but I can plant a little kiss on his knot if I overcome the instincts that hold me back. It must be something like a gag reflex, except I'm not gagging, I just forcibly stop at some depth and cannot take it any further without making myself relax in some very particular way.
Look, I'm clueless as to what the hell I'm doing, the only thing I have going for me is enthusiasm. This would also probably be easier if he wasn't squirming and pushing into me. Trust me, pooch, if given enough time, I could throat this thing, I just need to do it at my pace. Alas, I can't explain this to a dog, and I don't want to try and hold him still, that feels mean. I just have to do my best and adapt.
On another note about time, I have no idea how much of it is passing. At once it feels both so long and so short, and I feel a very warm fluttery feeling my chest. My breasts are hot too, what does that even mean? I don't know, my only way to describe it is that my body is in love with this experience. Clumsily sucking dog cock with no rhythm and improvised technique is somehow a heavenly experience and I want more. I try expanding my mouth as much as I'm able, I really want him to just wildly fuck my face. Bad idea? Probably.
I can taste the hot musky maybe slightly iron-y or something fluid. I can taste *semen*. Even the thought is dizzying and I'm in a level of bliss beyond words. I'm so happy. I'm sucking and swallowing anything I can. All of it that I can. I lay off a little because I think I was about to suck too hard even. I'm desperately in love with everything that just happened. My face is flushed and warm, my body is sparks and tingles, and I'm really excited.
When I pull away, he's still stiff, but before I can think about whether or not I should go back down for more, he adjusts position and licks his own dick. I lick my lips, smile, and kiss him on the head. He seems plenty happy himself and licks my face as I'm near, before going back to himself when I stand back up.
I got away and curled up on the couch in the fetal position, hand in my pants, deliriously trying to process everything. Giddy, happy, shaky, and giggling too. That whole thing just took so very long to calm down after. I was over-energized and maybe a little jittery for maybe the whole day.