Zoophile Ecstasy

Some followers have found my two stories but this is my real life event. I am married to James and our pet Labrador. Zoophilia for us is a male dog fucking a woman. I’m a big girl so I don’t get hurt and the only hurt for Peter, my Lab, would be if I stopped him having me.
Some of you have read my story: “Taboo - a love forbidden.” The experience of being licked by Nick, my grandfather’s gun dog, was genuine. It started when I was five. I’d visit the house without my knickers and Nick always made a beeline for my crotch. I always wore a wide cotton dress, which I would drape over Nick’s head to keep him captive. I managed it when nobody was present, generally when I took Nick out into the garden. If anyone caught him at it was scolded.
Once his tongue was slurping in my crotch it was fabulous. I was only five but I was having mini orgasms. No way could I have been safely penetrated at this age and I never thought about it. Nick was developing me and after some months my minor fanny was becoming a very fleshy cunt.
I lived on a farm so I knew all there was to know about sexual union. I had no neighbouring playmates but I was never alone. When I was ten my best friends were two adorable black Labrador puppies; brothers, Peter and Paul. They followed me everywhere but I was aware they were destined for farm duties. Peter was kept as my pet and for breeding gun-dogs so he was very capable!
Nobody on the farm knew what we’d been doing. I trained Peter to lick me and by the time I was twelve my cunt was bulging. He would have mounted me, given half a chance, but I had to stay in control. I’m talking safe fucking and I’d named the day.
It came one Saturday. It was market day in the city for mum and dad. I always went with them but persuaded dad my school homework had to be done. They were happy for me to stay and would be gone for five hours. Nobody could know what was on my mind and we were unlikely to be disturbed.
I took Peter into the farmyard for a quick runaround and a pee. We came back into the house and I locked the doors. He’d never been allowed upstairs so I just went ahead and called him. In the bedroom he soon found my soiled undies so I let him play with them. I wanted to get him worked up to a peak.
I set about undressing. By now, Peter was on the bed. My knickers were staying on for the time being so I sat beside him and removed my bra. My thirty-six inch ‘D’ breasts were a new sight for him but he soon migrated to the knickers which where scant and moist. We each needed what was coming to us but someone had to be in control. That was me and it meant being on top, something a dog knew nothing about. This is where my strength came into play.
Peter was relaxed laying on my bed. I caressed him with hands at both his extremes: rubbing the top of his chest to keep his head on my pillow while my other hand took control of his sheath and an inch or so of his prick soon emerged.
I moistened my hand with my own spittle to give a slimy encouragement. More cock began to appear. Before he had time to struggle to his feet I climbed onto the bed and straddled him, bridging his groin region with my pubes while just keeping my whole weight clear of him, so as not to crush him. My thighs gripped the side of his torso, trapping him, but he offered no resistance.
I pulled aside the gusset of my flimsy knickers. My vulva had developed so well with all the licking so the length of its lips matched the length of his shaft. I pushed Peter’s slippery boner, which was now fully out, flat against his belly and slid my crotch forward and backwards over it. I could feel him through my thin wet undies. By now, the boney shaft was ready to swell to its full size. I leaned forward to take my weight on my arms, tore off my flimsy knickers in readiness to get him into me.
I was fully aware of my forbidden actions. Interspecies sexual union went against the laws of today but there was only Peter and I and he was enjoying what I was doing. He had sampled my flavours on many occasions and he knew what he wanted. I was lucky too have a dog so ready for what I wanted. I was a luscious ripe female and endowed enough to take him. My orgastic floodgate was at breaking point as I looked into Peter’s eyes and spoke to him.
“Is that nice; those fleshy lips of my cunt kissing your pink cock? It’s showing in those big eyes of yours. Now I’m going to let you fuck me by sliding myself forwards and backwards. That beautiful shaft of yours is meant to be in me. If you’re ready, I’ll just lift myself up and put your tip just an inch into me and then down I come onto you; like this……ow! I can feel you swelling. It’s a trifle tight but heavenly.
I’ll rock forwards and backwards until I have all of you right up as far as you can go. You can poke me as far as the knot. It’s already pressing against my lips like a pair of balls while your cock is caressing my clit.”
The feeling was beyond description. This was truly the first fuck of my life and there wasn’t much virginity left to take, after all those years of licking. I began to feel spasms in my vagina, drawing him into me even further. Then all at once he shot his seed. It was hotter than I expected. I raised myself to the upright position and brought myself off with very little fingering. It was so good I was close to collapsing. My vagina was now enormous as he was filling me.
Peter lay motionless apart from the panting. I’d had the ride of my life and he’d had it better than from any bitch. I knew now why I enjoyed rubbing my crotch on our shire horse when I sat astride her in the fields.
When I felt his erection retracting I leaned forward; taking all the weight on my hands. I moved to and fro but this time lifting off him a little with every movement until he slipped gently out. He had filled me and I was left dripping his semen. He had turned me into a woman. In dog years he was a man of fifty six and I was under sixteen. All I needed now was a husband to share it with me.