My Zoophile Pedigree

As my life story is becoming more widespread I’d better enlighten readers. Being a farmer’s daughter I grew up with a good first hand knowledge of animal husbandry. My dad sent me to a girls private school, famously known Lonsdale. I bet someone will have heard of it. It did produce a lot of randy females, including me!
I was at the school in 1960 when DH Lawrence’s novel, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, was being tried for obscenity. The publishers won the case and I was the only girl brave enough to go out and buy the celebratory edition. I was fourteen then.
The girls found the book boring but it taught us two lovely words; fucking and cunt.
In the story, the gamekeeper, who is Lady Chatterley’s lover, tells her that fucking is what animals do. I knew that because I used to watch dad’s prize boar fuck his bevy of sows as he penetrated their tight cunts with his long curly cock.
Around this time I’d been constantly playing with my pet black Labrador, Peter. He followed me everywhere and he enjoyed being wanked off. His boner would swell in my hands but I desisted from letting him mount me. I encouraged him to give me cunnilinctus at every opportunity, generally went I went to the loo. This was a little brick building, away from the farmhouse, out of sight and sound, so we were safe. He gave me so much attention I lost my virginity to his tongue and developed a rather large cunt.
I became a fully fledged zoophile in my first job after graduation. I was training in the law with a firm specialising in divorces. My first task was to take the statement from a middle-aged lady who was dumping her husband in favour of Lester, their Newfoundland dog. The adorable specimen had been bought to increase security at the isolated farm on the marshes. But the husband became lazy and neglected his wife; sexually.
I had to visit her at home for the statement and Lester took to me at once. I was just dripping for him and his mistress realised what was happening. As a result, we built up a good friendship and I moved in when the husband left.
The client, Sarah, was more than old enough to be my mother. She was willing to help me have my first experience of being fucked by a dog. I’d waited for years: I needed a big one and Lester was the boy!
My whole story fills a book. It has been written but as you know, the law is against my kind of activity being published openly, beyond eBooks. But since I have found aneroticsory.com you will be able to read it all, by instalments, for free!