tl;dr: I started really young and it gave me my first ever orgasms. Because of this I was hooked for life and continue to this day. Have been into the seen for decades.
For what it’s worth, there is a lot of fantasy and other BS on the site. I read what I wrote and my own ‘fantasy’ red flag went off, but this legit is how I got into k9. I could get into a lot more details and such but I am only just discovering websites like this and others and trying to find myself as life evolves as a widowed approaching elderly pervert…
I'm not going to put the age but let's just say 'younger'.
I didn't know, even a little bit, how sex was done. I didn't know that dogs humping was "sex". I did know that the adults laughed when I let the dog try to hump me - they thought it was cute. At my age then, this just wasn’t a subject people had.
I also didn't know I wasn't supposed to let the dog try it when I wasn't dressed. He was very well developed, muscles built like a brick shithouse, purebred German Rotty, all 120+ lbs of him. I don’t think I was even 50 lbs dripping wet, though I was a bit of a pudgy little shit for my age.
My parents and others would always laugh when the dog tried to mount me. After my bath, before getting my PJs for bed, I was running around naked. The dog tried to mount me, and of course I let him.
His dew claws dug in and scratched the shit out of my sides and legs, but that was only on my mind for a handful of seconds before he was literally in me. He slid right in like it was nothing, like his cock was supposed to go there.
Holy shit it felt great, too! I was leaning back into his thrusts, each one giving a thrill of electricity up my spine. I can vividly remember the 'thump-thump-thump' sound of him slamming into me and his drool dripping on my head and running down my face. When he mounted me, his body was longer than mine and his head was right over mine.
The whole affair felt fucking amazing, but then came the knot. That hurt, a lot, and I remember crying in extreme pain and fear. What the actual fuck!!! I was screaming and trying to crawl away, but fat chance that would happen.
Parents came running in and tried to pull him off me, but that massive knot was at full width. He tried taking off down the hall, dragging me like a fucking Raggedy Ann doll.
We were tied for a while, I don't remember how long exactly, but remember my parents fighting over what to do. I do recall All in the Family was on TV, and this episode lasted at least most of the episode.
After they argued, I remember them telling me to try to relax. I was alternating between sobbing and feeling amazing, so fucking confused about what had happened and why my ass was stuck to the dog, but then the feelings of pure joy shooting throughout my body.
My mom was also crying, dad was furious, and they were telling me never to tell anyone, ever, no matter what. I think I started sobbing again at some point, which made my dad yell a loud “FUCK!” This startled the dog and he tried to take off running again, but this time the ride only lasted a few a few feet before his cock popped out of my ass and he disappeared across the house. It felt like someone pulled a baseball through my asshole, which, of course, is exactly what happened.
They put me back in the bath, and that made all the cuts on my sides and legs burn like hell. But after they gave me ice cream and let me sit with them on the couch while watching the end of MASH and I fell asleep there. I think mom kept me home from school the next day, but that isn’t clear.
What I do remember crystal clear is that the dog fucking me felt good. Really fucking good. good all up and down my spine good. Holy fuck fucking good! I felt a good 'tickle' all over my body, and damn, I wanted that again. The knot hurt like hell going in and coming out, but the whole time we spent tied also felt really fucking good – almost like being fucked (not that I knew what being “fucked” was at that age). In other words, I had my first orgasm that night – quite many, actually. And I wanted that again. His dick was pressing against my prostate, as was his knot while tied, I know that now, but then I only knew I had to have it again at any cost. The effect of that was giving little me repeated orgasms to the point I’ve been absolutely addicted to them since.
So it took a few days, but I did it again. It may have been the weekend or Friday night. I remember thinking I didn’t want my parents to find out. I also knew part of it would hurt and I had to be quiet no matter what, but I wanted to feel the same feeling I had again. I knew my parents would be beyond pissed if they did catch us, so I waited until after bed, when everyone in the house was asleep. I remember thinking I was being real quiet, but having had my own kids (and now grandkids), I realize the whole affair probably sounded like a freight train running over a marching band despite trying to be all stealthy.
I was a scared as fuck this time around because before he actually mounted me, he bit me on the neck and tried to pull me around. Not hard, I knew he wasn’t attacking me, but I didn’t know what he was doing. Of course, I do know now, this is normal in dog breeding. Basically, he put me on notice I was his bitch.
I jumped up and was reconsidering not going through with it, but he had his legs around my hips trying to get me back down on all fours. I knew I wanted it to, so I started to kneel down and before I could even get my hands on the ground, I felt his dick on my asshole. He missed the mark and it hurt as his bone jabbed the anal ring a few times. But it didn’t take a lot for him to find the hole and I was quickly in bliss. As he thrusted forward, I was thrusting backward. Nearly every time he slammed balls deep in me, I felt that tingle run up my spine.
By this point, the freight train was well parked in the tunnel and the lights came on. I can’t even imagine what the look on my face was, my parents were fucking fuming pissed!!! I don’t think I was tied as long this time, but once the dog pulled out, my dad legit beat the shit out of me instead of the dog. I still remember that beating clearly... Probably the reason I know when the weather changes…
My dad had that dog because he made the family money as a stud; we got paid for him to fuck. Dad didn’t get rid of him, though he threatened it a few times. I didn’t stop, either. My mother tried to talk to me about it more than a few times, but by the time I hit puberty, it was just the family secret. I’m not sure if my siblings knew, though.
I’m still active with dogs. Wife is long since gone, kids grown, and I only occasionally see them or the grandkids, so I have the house and my dogs to myself. I do have a side chick and even spend and occasional night with a dude on the DL, but nothing does it for me like a horned up dog looking to plant his knot. I’ve never met someone else with similar interests and tbh, I never even realized there might be others. My parents drilled it into me I was freak and the fact I did this should never see the light of day. As far as they knew, I stopped when I started dating my future wife while in college (she never knew, but I never did stop).
Writing this brought some really great flashes of memories… As I click to post it, I’m unzipping my pants and heading to the bedroom. These days, I have a beautiful and always horny mastiff mix. He’s a beauty and never seems to get tired of fucking me (though I often have to apologize when he tries to mount the UPS or FedEx delivery peeps that come by, lol).