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I would like to acknowledge Lola for this story. Without her experiences and
significant contributions this story would not have been created. The story line
is based on her experiences and embellished by our imaginations.
I dare you!
No, I dare you!
No, You first.
He's your pony, you should touch his thing first.
I was trying desperately to get Becky to touch Sam's jet-black penis. I
wanted to, but not first.
Ewe! It will be gross if I touch!
No it won't Becky. It just looks like black skin.
Becky ran away saying Ewe! Ewe! The next day she touched it. She took one
finger and touched it; gently at first and then ran her finger up and down its
length. I did the same thing and then took it in my hand. It felt soft on the
outside and hard on the inside. It felt so warm and I could feel his pulse in my
palm.
Way cool! I wondered out loud if a boy's penis would be the same.
I ran my hand up and down its length. Sam bucked his hips and whinnied. I
dropped his penis, fearing that I had hurt him. He didn't seem hurt so I picked
it up again. I urged Becky to wrap her hand around it. After some coaxing she
did.
Wow! I can feel his pulse just like you said.
We both ran our hands up and down his penis. If really felt good in our
hands. I think Sam liked it too. He just kept whinnying and bucking his hips.
That's how it all started 30 years ago. I was 14. Becky and I were best of
friends. We shared every moment together. Including experiencing womanhood. We
were friends but quite competitive. I had the first period. She started growing
breast first. I had a pretty good patch of hair down there and Becky had none.
Once our hormones kicked in we discovered boys. They filled every
conversation. Always wondering what they looked like without any clothes. We
discovered romance magazines and began reading the romantic love stories. We
spent almost all of our allowances on magazines. There were no clues about
lovemaking and what it all meant. But it just felt sexy and romantic. We talked
for hours about making love to boys like the magazine. Our mothers had left that
part blank, saying that you will find it all out when you get married.
The first time we saw Sam's penis, Becky was brushing his head and he had his
nose near her crotch. I was brushing his side when I saw this thing extend down
under his belly. I traded places with Becky so she could see it. We figured it
was a penis, but we weren't sure. We had no idea what to do to bring it out
again. The only thing that seemed to work after repeated tries was to have him
smell our crotch. Becky and I played with Sam everyday, getting quite accustomed
to coaxing his penis out of its sheath by smelling our crotches. We just kept
staring at it and wondering if boys looked the same. When Sam would put it in
it's place we would stimulate him again and just stare. Again and again we would
do the same thing.
Once we touched his penis our curiosity progressed a step further. One of us
would hold his head while the other would stroke his penis. I began to feel an
itch in my crotch as we played with Sam.
One night when Becky was sleeping over, we dug out the latest romance
magazines and began reading. I started feeling the itch again. I was so caught
up in the story that Becky noticed me rubbing my pussy. She asked me what was
going on. I told her that I had this itch. I slid my panties to the side and
explored further. Suddenly I found a hard knot near the top of my pussy lips. I
was scared at first until we checked Becky and she had one also. This little
knot was rock hard and very sensitive. We both lazily rubbed as we read.
The next day at the library we discovered that this knot was our clitoris.
The rest of the week we played with Sam every day refining our stroking
technique. I would rub my clit while I stroked his penis. I also found that I
was really getting turned on having Sam smell my crotch. I would open my legs
further and press my crotch down on his nose, placing more pressure on my clit.
Becky would let him smell her but she wanted no part of pressing her clit
against his nose even though she new how much pleasure I was deriving from the
experience.
One Friday morning, exactly one week after discovering Sam's penis, Becky
left for camp. We really hated to be apart all summer, but it had started
several years before and we were used to spending the time apart. The day before
Becky left I tasted Sam's penis. I had been trying all week to get Becky to do
it. She finally said that she would if I went first.
I licked its side with my tongue, but Becky refused and ran off. I licked it
again and finally kissed the head before I ran after her. I was rather aroused
by this. I was disappointed that Becky did not share my growing desire for
animals, especially Sam.
My penis curiosity was getting the best of me. Every chance I had I would
examine an animal's penis. Becky went along with me, but I could tell she was
only interested in boy's equipment. There was a bull that we caught with his
penis exposed and there was Buster. He was the neighborhood mutt. A big yellow
orange dog with a big red cock. He followed Becky and I around, so I became
practiced at rubbing him to expose his penis. Becky and I got a kick out of the
way he would start hunching when I would rub his sheath. Becky would never touch
him. I tried our tomcat, but could never find his penis. One of the neighbors
had a goat that I got his penis out of its sheath once. All of them were
different adding to our confusion of what boys had between their legs. I was
really curious about the big knot in Buster's cock. What was that for?
I volunteered to take care of Sam for the summer. I had to beg to have
Becky's dad Roy agree. Finally, Becky helped by telling him that she wanted me
too. I just had to be able to take care of him. He was my access to my growing
sexuality and a way to fulfill my curiosity. So I started a daily routine of
taking care of Sam. I walked across the field that separated our houses three
times a day. In the morning I would feed and water him. After he ate I would let
him smell my crotch. When his penis protruded, I would stroke it and lick the
side. ending up kissing the head. After lunch, I would give him a bath and brush
him dry. I hated to get my clothes wet, so I started taking them off. I found it
very arousing to open my naked legs, placing the bridge of his nose just above
his nostrils in my crotch. I could ride up and down on the bridge and massage my
clit on the solid edges of his nostrils. After I could see his penis erect under
his body, I would slide my naked flesh down his side till I could grasp his
penis in my hand. My nipples would get really hard. I would rub them on his hair
while I stroked his penis. I found that my pussy was getting wet. Very strange,
I couldn't find anything in the library about it.
That afternoon I lay in bed reading romance magazines and rubbing my pussy,
which got very wet. I had this sensation to raise my hips in response to my
strokes every time my fingers brushed across my clit.
That day, two new things had happened. No idea what they meant in the scheme
of things. But it sure felt good. I remember asking myself what's going on with
me?
My brother had just come home on leave from Germany. We had always been real
close, but he was spending most of his time with his friends, so I couldn't ask
him anything. My curiosity about boys pushed me into his bedroom to check things
out. Maybe there was something there. I first noticed his underwear had this
strange flap on the front; not much else although his underwear from last night
had a funny smell.
Then I saw the edge of a magazine sticking out of his suitcase. I opened the
lid to find four magazines with nude women and men on the cover. I snatched up
one and headed back to my room. For a 14-year-old curious about sex, this was
like opening an encyclopedia of knowledge. Inside were pictures, stories, funny
looking devices, and even comic strips. I quickly turned the pages until I saw
it. A man's penis fully erect, just like Sam's. In fact it looked a lot like
Sam's, except not as big around or as long. I was immediately fixated. I spent
the afternoon studying the pictures and stories on the subject. I was convinced
that it was pleasurable to kiss a man's penis. The woman in the pictures seemed
to enjoy it.
I took Sam for our evening ride. I abbreviated our ride and hurriedly took
him down into the woods to my hiding place. It was like a small box canyon. It
was well-hidden and only one way in. I felt very safe here. There was a creek
and a nice spring. When we got there I took off my clothes and knelt down beside
Sam. I began rubbing on his sheath and was rewarded with the head of his penis.
I kissed the head and his length started filling my hands. I had his head in my
mouth and his length shoved my head back, as it's hard length pushed from his
body. Just like in the magazine I stroked his length in and out of my mouth.
After a few minutes a shot of liquid oozed into my mouth. It tasted good so I
swallowed it. Every few strokes another shot oozed onto my tongue. When one of
then hit the back of my throat I stopped, fearing that I might injure him. I was
so aroused, my itch turned into a bonafide pain. I rode his nose with my naked
pussy. My hips were bucking up and down when there was this electrical sensation
that started flowing up my spine. I stopped, out of fear again, and took Sam
home.
That night I rescued the same magazine after my brother left and read a story
about this woman. She had an orgasm by rubbing her clit. The description of her
experiences sounded just like mine, except hers seemed more intense. I turned
the page and began rubbing my clit as I studied the pictures of this woman
performing, what the magazine called a blowjob, on this man. In the last two
pictures this sticky stuff exploded from the hole in his penis and splattered
all over this woman's face. It looked gross, but she sure had a big satisfied
smile on her face. As I studied the pictures my hips began to rise and I rubbed
my clit harder. Suddenly, I had this raging electrical flow up and down my
spine. My eyes rolled into my head and this wonderful warm glow filled me from
my toes to the hair on my head. I was left with the most wonderful adrenaline
rush of my life. This was my first orgasm. Why didn't my mother tell me about
something as wonderful as this? Maybe she didn't know.
The next day I decided to make Sam squirt. I rode him after his breakfast to
my hiding place. I took off my clothes and coaxed his penis into my mouth. As
before his extending length pushed my head away from his body, as he became
erect. I stroked his penis in and out of my mouth taking as much of it into my
mouth as I could. The motions I learned from the magazine must have refined my
technique because Sam started oozing that same liquid into my mouth after just a
few strokes. I continued to refine and practice my technique on his penis. He
would whinny when I did something that he really liked. A few minutes later he
started bucking his hips. I was having trouble staying on his head, so I
released him from my mouth and took his length in both my hands and used my spit
to lubricate them. I was on my knees stroking his penis in front of me. I would
kiss the head as I forced my hands to the bottom of his length. He jerked his
hips forward suddenly and I was blasted with cum in the face and all over the
front of my body. I continued to rub his penis and the cum on my body. It made
my fingers slide so softly over my erect nipples. I tasted the cum from my
hands. It was good. I was smiling and just as satisfied as the woman in the
magazine for being able to make Sam squirt. What would Becky have thought about
this?
That afternoon my progression into the world of sexual experience continued.
I looked at pictures of men and woman making love. Even though the pictures
showed the man's penis stuck in the woman's body I couldn't understand how it
could be. I certainly couldn't find any holes in my body. I went to the barn to
see Sam. I aroused him and placed his penis between my legs. My pussy was so wet
that I glided back and forth across his penis. I squeezed my legs together
placing maximum pressure on my clit. I dreamed that his penis was inside me. I
mimicked the moves in the magazine bringing myself off to an intense orgasm.
I went to the library at lunch finding a new book. I learned about vaginas,
hymens and the uterus. The book talked about how the hymen had to tear creating
the opening to the vagina. I had my answer. When I got home I explored my hymen
and found a small opening at the bottom. I could get my little finger past it,
confirming there was a hole underneath it. I rubbed myself to another huge
orgasm dreaming about having Sam split my hymen. I so wanted Sam to be my first
lover and take my virginity. I couldn't wait.
The next morning I waited for the cars at Becky's house to disappear. When
they did I dashed across the field to the barn. I greeted Sam, fed and watered
him. I took off all my clothes and rubbed my clit dreaming of making love to
Sam. When Sam finished his meal I felt his nose in my crotch. I opened my eyes
and brushed his face. I spread my legs and he stuck his nose in and his hot
breath instantly had my pussy wet. I parted my pussy lips with the bridge of his
nose and ground my clit on his nostrils. I was really aroused. I slid along his
body rubbing my erect nipples on his coat. I had goose bumps all over.
I went down on my knees and massaged his sheath. When the head appeared, I
took it in my mouth and held his penis in my hands as it extended. Something
told me to rise up and bend over at the waist. When I did, Sam stuck his nose on
my pussy. I ground my clit into his nose as I hungrily stroked his penis with my
mouth. When he started oozing precum I stood up and placed his penis between my
legs. I could wrap my pussy lips around part of his shaft, but I couldn't get
the head positioned so that he could enter me.
I turned around bending over at the waist and reached between my legs. In
this position I could get his penis in the right place. I pressed it hard
against my hymen but it wouldn't tear. I needed lubrication. I looked around and
found some udder cream. I lubricated my pussy and Sam's shaft.
I placed his penis between my legs and stroked him to a really hard state. I
was panting I was so hot to get his penis inside me. I got into position again.
I found the small opening in my hymen and started pressing hard. I held it
firmly and bounced back hard on his shaft. The third try I felt his penis enter
me. There was some pain, but the fullness that I felt from his penis inside me
overwhelmed any pain. I stroked back and forth in pure ecstasy on his cock. I
was so proud that my lover had taken me.
I looked between my legs and saw my lost virginity mixed with his precum
running down my legs. I was so satisfied. I was rapidly coming to an orgasm. It
was too soon. I pulled off and went after his tool with my mouth. He was filling
my mouth over and over with precum. I swallowed hungrily.
I turned again and pushed his cock into me again when I had calmed down. It
was painful going, but once in I began shoving as much of him inside me as I
could get; the pain disappeared in a sea of desire. My tight little pussy was
getting a workout. His penis was so filling. I rose to a glorious orgasm and
slowly my rhythm subsided. I got on my knees and finished him with my hands.
After the first blast I took him in my mouth and drained him of his cum.
When I left the barn at noon, I knew deep down that animals were my first
choice in lovers. I glided across the field to my house on cloud nine. My mother
even commented that I had a glow about me. That afternoon, we went to our hiding
place on the creek. We made slow passionate love again. On my way home I
mentally thanked my brother for having those magazines.
The next morning I took Sam down to the creek. We made love again, except
this time when he was close to squirting, I rubbed his penis on my clit till he
started blasting and then shoved his length in my pussy so I could feel the
remaining cum shots inside me. I had an orgasm just from the hot cum shots
filling me to overfilling and running down my legs. We spent most of the day on
the creek making love. I went home and slept for two hours that afternoon. My
dreams were full of Sam and our passionate lovemaking.
The next few weeks were marvelous. I continued studying the magazines and
refining my lovemaking. Sam and I were together everyday. I couldn't get enough
of him and I was having four or five orgasms a day. I just couldn't leave my
clit alone. In between visits with Sam I usually rubbed myself to an orgasm. I
did learn how to take his first shot of cum. I found that if I pulled all but
the head out, his first blast of cum would rebound off my cervix giving me
intense pleasure. Then I would take his entire length in my pussy and milk him
dry of cum with my muscles. I was becoming an accomplished lover.
Since I had started undressing when I was with Sam, I always waited for
Becky's parents to leave before I went over to the barn. They never came down to
the barn, preferring to call from the house or the garage, but I wanted to be
careful.
It was raining that morning and rather than checking in the garage as I
crossed the yard I went straight to the barn. I was wet so I took off my clothes
and fed Sam. I daydreamed about how wonderful his penis was going to feel inside
me as I completed my chores. I told myself that sex with Sam was my reward for
taking care of him. I didn't need any reward; I loved Sam.
I started my lovemaking like every day and eventually worked up to burying
his cock in my pussy. With the daily workouts, I could just about take his
entire length to the sheath. Taking it all was my goal for the day. I was
determined to have an orgasm by rubbing my clit on his black sheath.
I started out with a slow methodical stroke gathering intensity to a furious
pace. I was really hot for his penis. My strokes turned to rearward lunges at
his cock and then I stopped and just pressed back on his cock with all my
weight. I took a step into him and pressed until I felt his sheath on my pussy
lips. I kept stretching until I could grind my clit into his sheath. I had all
my weight against his cock and just ground and ground my clit on his sheath. The
full feeling I had was glorious, well worth the intense lunging it took to
stretch my pussy to take all of him. What I wouldn't have given for a
full-length mirror.
Just as I could feel my orgasm starting to rise, the door of the bar opened
and in walked Roy. He just stood there with his mouth open. I was so far gone my
body refused to stop and took me to the orgasm I had been dreaming of. I can
remember bucking and bucking, just pounding on his penis till I came to my
senses.
Roy had this really big smile on his face. I pulled off of Sam and went for
my clothes. Roy didn't stop me. I asked him what he was going to do. He said he
would tell my mother. I started pleading with him not to.
Eventually we came to an agreement that spared me the embarrassment. For his
silence, I agreed to let him participate. So from then on every Friday we met in
the barn after Becky's mother went into town.
When I got home and thought about it, I really didn't mind getting caught by
Roy since I was still curious about boys and Roy could answer all of my
questions. That very next Friday I found out how exciting it could be having two
lovers pursue your body. I didn't know how to get started with Roy, so I started
with Sam getting him erect and taking him in my mouth.
I turned to Roy on my knees and he approached. I unzipped his fly and
unbuttoned his jeans. He was already erect when I exposed his cock. It was a
downsized version of Sam, sure enough. That was great. I took him in my mouth
and gave him a blowjob. He exploded in my mouth and I sucked him dry.
Then I turned to Sam and drove his penis deep inside me and brought myself to
a huge orgasm. As I finished, Roy was erect again so I turned and took Sam in my
mouth. Roy entered me from behind. I used his strokes to bring Sam off blasting
his cum all over me.
By August I had learned a lot from Roy about men and about sex. But he didn't
change my mind about my preference for animals. I was still having multiple
orgasm everyday and I needed more experiences. If I didn't have an orgasm every
couple of hours I got edgy. The more I had sex with Roy the more I was convinced
that I loved mating with animals more.
One Thursday afternoon I went by the garage and asked Roy if he would help me
mate Buster. I had started massaging Buster's penis weeks before. He began
following Sam and I to our hiding place. He watched us make love and usually
howled and licked his penis in excitement. I could see Roy's hard on through his
jeans as the words came out of my mouth.
I brought Buster with me the next day. After making love to Sam, Roy
instructed me to lie on a bench. Buster was howling and licking his penis like
always. He immediately came over and smelled my crotch. He started to lick me at
once. It felt good to have his tongue rake over my pussy. I spread my legs and
he started licking my clit.
After a few minutes Roy got me on all fours. Roy led Buster around to my
pussy and once he got a whiff he plunged his nose in again and started to lick
again. My body was sizzling after a few minutes. Roy lifted buster onto my back.
He instinctively began to hunch. He didn't know what to do, so Roy guided him to
my entrance and once he felt my lips on his penis he lunged forward burying
himself inside me. Boy, was he a fast thruster. He got me revved up fast.
Roy said that I needed to be careful not to get locked with him. I didn't
know what he meant, but Roy held his hand around Buster's knot... Roy explained
that male dogs buried their knots into females to lock them up and shoot cum to
impregnate them. So Buster just pounded in and out till he came. On the first
shot he got really still. I could feel him shooting inside me. It was real hot
and soon it was leaking out around his penis. I was so close to an orgasm when
he finished.
He pulled out and I asked Roy to finish me. He plunged his penis inside me
and within a few strokes I came hard all over his tool. I pleaded with Roy not
to stop. I felt his penis pulse with my words and I could feel his shots filling
me for the first time with human cum. The rest of the morning I swapped back and
forth between my three men. By lunch Buster was fully aware of sex with women
and every chance he had he would mount me. He knew exactly what to do; getting
his penis started and then shoving forward burying his cock to the hilt. After
that morning Buster followed me everywhere.
Two days later I locked with Buster. I wanted to feel the sensation of being
locked up to a dog. I was down at the creek and Buster had just licked me to my
first orgasm of the day. I rolled over on all fours and he pounced on me burying
his cock deeply inside. He was really frantically pounding his cock in me. I was
getting turned on again and felt my heat rising.
I pushed back against him and he thrust his knot right inside me. I was at
first surprised and started to react. I got really still. I could feel his knot
growing and growing inside me. It felt so good. I just stayed quiet, feeling his
knot enlarge. I started feeling his panting breaths quivering inside his knot.
It felt so good while my pussy was being stretched to its limits. When it
stopped growing I began to grind around on his knot. I brought us both off
together. My orgasm just kept pulsing every time he shot his hot load inside me.
The pressure in my vagina was building with every shot. I looked and my belly
was distended. Suddenly I could feel his cum rush into my cervix and I was lost
in another orgasm.
Twenty minutes later Buster released me with a slurp. I was so horny I
immediately went to Sam and made passionate love to him taking his first sperm
shot with the head of his penis against my cervix. This was the first time I had
taken the first blast with his penis buried inside me. He flooded my cervix with
cum with every jolt of his hips. I rode back to the barn with a huge smile on my
face. I was aglow from the experience.
On the final Friday of summer we had a picnic celebration. I rode Sam down to
the creek and Roy followed in his tractor. He said he had a surprise for me. I
couldn't wait. We stripped, ate lunch and played in the creek. We were all
having fun together.
We began our romance slowly. I started with Sam. As I fondled his sheath Roy
was fondling me. He really knew how to turn on a woman. Soon Buster joined in
and I had his tongue and Roy's fingers in my pussy. Roy pulled me to my knees
and Buster mounted me. There I was on the creek bank with Sam in my mouth and
Buster pounding my pussy. Roy moved over and I alternated between Sam and Roy. I
got Roy off first and immediately had Sam shoot me in the mouth. Buster was
locked in my vagina and shooting me full as I finished Sam.
I just lowered my head and watched my belly fill. I couldn't believe that
like could be any better than this. These three guys had my senses in overload.
I had grown to look on Fridays with excited anticipation. Why shouldn't a girl
love to be pursued and fucked repeatedly by three males? Especially since two
were animals.
After buster slipped out I was still purring. I hadn't had an orgasm yet and
I needed one bad. Roy introduced me to this small table that he had made just
for Sam and me. I had remarked to Roy several times that I wished Sam could make
love to me. It was just the right height for me to lie under Sam. He showed me
how to position Sam over the table and I got under him with my stomach against
the table. I got Sam's cock in the lips of my pussy.
As soon as Sam felt me he thrust his hips downward and I felt him bury his
cock deeply inside me. I was overcome with emotion at the feeling of him driving
his cock in my vagina for the first time.
After a few minutes I stopped and turned over on my back. I wanted my erect
nipples against his skin. As soon as we started again he was brushing his hair
across my nipples. They got so big. As we progressed I locked my heels behind
his knees and got involved in fucking my pussy. With every stroke I would bury
myself against his sheath and grind my clit against it before he retreated only
to do it again. As his orgasm came close his penis started to enlarge and get
stiffer than ever before. He had my hips off the table when he filled me with
shot after shot of cum. This was a very special moment for me. Sam had finally
consummated our relationship.
When Sam moved off I asked Roy to finish me. He was so erect after watching
Sam fill me he immediately entered me and just furiously pounded until he filled
me with his own sperm. I was christening the table with Sam and Roy's cum
leaking from me.
Next I needed Buster. Roy got him to join me on the table. He wasted no time
in mounting me and locking me to him and then pounding me silly. When we
unlocked his sperm drenched the table. I knelt over the middle of the table and
let their cum leak from my pussy until I was dry. That completed the
christening.
I went home that night feeling so satisfied and fulfilled in the knowledge
that I loved animals more than men.
This summer was the start of an adventure that lasted until I left for
college. No one ever knew of my zoo. Becky would never acknowledge that we had
played with Sam. She came back from camp fixated on boys. Every time I brought
up the subject she would get a funny look on her face and divert the
conversation. I was disappointed that we couldn't share the desire that I had
for making love with animals. She was really losing out on the experience of a
lifetime. Besides, she loved Sam too. Becky lost interest in Sam and I gladly
took over his care. I had lots of request for dates, but turned them down. I had
all the men in my life I needed.
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