Sarah's First Time

Sarah wasn't sure what had gotten into her lately. It
seemed like since the day she turned 18 she had been
horny all the time. She masturbated at night before
she went to sleep, did it again when she got up to get
read, sometimes had another orgasm in the shower
before she even made it out of the house for school.

It was crazy. She was overly patient with every guy at
school now, sometimes looking dreamily at them and not
hearing a word they were saying. It was crazy. Even
some of the girls looked good to her. Everything was
just, well, sexy.

But this was crazy. Horst was not sexy. Horst was a
dog. A good dog, certainly. Maybe even a handsome dog.
He was purebred Rottweiler stock, after all and he had
all the classic characteristics. He was broad across
the chest, and his brown eyes looked back at her from
his large head. 

She had tried to banish her thoughts about Horst since
they began about two weeks ago. A family had brought
their bitch to mate with him. No big deal for Sarah,
her parents had been breeding dogs for years, but her
heightened sensitivity led her to gape openly at the
display. After all, call it breeding or whatever you
want, Horst was fucking this bitch good. 

Now she was alone with Horst, sitting in the basement,
her naked ass on the third step, her feet on the last
step, and Horst standing on the concrete floor,
looking up at her. Why was she naked? She did it all
the time actually, took her laundry downstairs,
stripped off whatever she had worn to add to the
piles, and then walked back upstairs for a shower. She
did this fairly regularly when her parents weren't
home. They lived out in the middle of nowhere, so she
wasn't going to be seen. 

But now she was horny, naked and looking at a dog that
she knew was capable of giving a good fucking. She'd
never had a good fucking. She'd never even had a bad
fucking. She messed around some with one or two of the
boys at school, but they were clumsy, and she knew how
to make herself come far better than anybody else had.

So, the first bad thing was that she was naked. The
second bad thing was that when she had taken off her
clothes, the chill of the basement air had somehow
made her horny. The third bad thing is that somehow
Horst knew she was horny. Or at least it seemed like
it. 

The instant she had noticed her arousal, Horst had
licked her. This was not a quick lick like Horst gave
her when he came running up to her during one of their
walks in the woods. This was a slow lick, a lick saved
for peanut butter, or the last drops of gravy in his
dish. And it was on the back of her thigh, just below
her ass. 

It didn't startle her, didn't make her jump. She knew
he was there. She just closed her eyes and sighed. 

But then she did the right thing. She nudged his head
away with her hand, finished what she was doing and
walked right up the stairs. Or at least she intended
to. Her left foot stepped up, but then her right foot
didn't firmly plant on the second, and before she knew
it, her treacherous legs had just given up and led her
to her current spot. Naked, horny, petting the dog and
listening to an internal battle of mind over matter
that was not going well for mind. 

Once Horst began licking Sarah's thighs, mind changed
her opinion. "Oh yes, this will be fun." Mind shut the
hell up and laid back just as Sarah did. 

Why would a dog lick her like this? She was sure there
had to be a reason, something she'd worn, or touched,
or whatever, but she didn't really care. She laid back
against the carpeted stairs, though they were somewhat
uncomfortable, spread her legs, and moaned.

If Sarah could have separated herself from the moment,
she would have admitted that Horst was probably not as
good at oral sex as she would have liked. But for now,
he was warm, his tongue was wet, and he was the only
thing touching her pussy.

Sarah's left hand was on the dogs head, moving him
gently, scratching his strong neck, guiding him as he
licked her thighs and her clit. Her lips were open,
slick with her own fluid and the dogs saliva. 

Sarah looked down at Horst and could see that he was
becoming every bit aroused as she was. His penis was
moist looking, bright pink and sticking out. Horst was
ready to service his bitch, whoever that bitch might
be.

"Oh God." Sarah said as she sat up, and reached for
Horst's obvious erection. No part of her rational mind
was working now. She and Horst were chest to chest
now, his head on her shoulder, Sarah's hands reaching
beneath him to stroke him, to grab him, pull him. 

She tried to figure out the best position for him to
do this. She was going to do it. She was going to get
Horst to fuck her. She didn't care how. She needed it.
She moved beneath him, trying on her back, shifted
over, reaching between her own legs to grab his cock
and pull it to her. She was desperate now, twisting
and turning her naked body to find a position that
would work.

As they shifted, Sarah had touched his penis several
times, had stroked it, had even taken a tentative
lick, not much caring for the taste, but more
importantly too impatient to make her first attempt at
sucking Horst. She was almost in tears needing him to
fuck her. Then she was down on all fours, on the
concrete, her hand beneath her, moving back and forth
between stroking herself, and trying to get Horst to
fuck her. She looked up the stairs. 

Her mother was standing there. 

"Momma, please," Sarah gasped. "I need him to fuck me.
Please help."

Her mother didn't speak. She walked down the stairs.
For a moment, Sarah thought her mother would walk down
the stairs and beat her to death. She would have to be
disgusted. Sarah was beginning to be disgusted
herself. What was she doing here? This desperate, this
needy, trying to fuck a dog. 

Her mother walked past her, pulled out a key, opened a
door that Sarah had always thought was only for her
daddy's tools, and dragged out a wooden bench. 

Sarah stood and embraced her mother. She was crying
now, crying with fear, with arousal, with
disappointment. Her mother held her, brushed the hair
out of her face and hushed her.

"Shhhh, baby, it's alright." 

She lowered Sarah onto the bench, which was like a
modified weight bench. Sarah laid down, her breasts
pushing against the leather of the bench. Her mother
stroked her back gently. Sarah turned her face to the
side, looking at her mother. Her mother was now
standing kneeling next to Horst, stroking his penis as
Sarah had done before. It was surreal.

Sarah didn't care. Her mother positioned Horst on the
bench now, lining up his penis with Sarah's pussy
which was so wet. Sarah felt her mother's fingers on
her, opening her up, rubbing her clit gently. Sarah
closed her eyes again. Her mother's fingers felt warm
against her, warm inside her, relaxing her at first,
but then building her up again as they became less
caressing, and more thrusting.

Sarah moved gently against her mother's fingers, ready
now for Horst to be inside her. Her mother put Horst
on the bench. Sarah watched her, watched how she
placed his feet on grooves that looked like they were
meant for the dog. Watched as her mother licked her
lips, then her hand, then smeared some of her own
saliva on Horst's throbbing cock. 

And then Sarah shouted. It might have been mistaken
for a shout of pain. It probably was a shout of pain.
It was also a shout of relief, of joy, of shame, of
desperation, of pure, unmitigated, pussy dripping down
her legs LUST.

Horst was inside her. Horst, a dog, was fucking her.
She couldn't believe how good it felt. Couldn't
believe her mother was next to her, on her knees,
keeping things going smoothly. Touching her, breathing
in her ear, kissing her neck. 

Sarah was being fucked by a dog while her mother
groped her and encouraged the dog to keep fucking.
Again, surreal.

"Oh mama, what... what is that?"

Sarah should have known what it was. She knew enough
about breeding to know about the bulbus glandis. Her
mother just held her, talked her through it, rubbed
her pussy lips as the bulged moved inside of Sarah's
pussy.

Then her mother was rubbing Sarah's clit again, small
circles as Sarah resumed fucking Horst with full fury.
She was a wreck, sweating, groaning, thrusting,
screaming as Horst moved faster and faster against
her, his pelvis bumping against her ass.

Had she been alone, she might have screamed Horst's
name, but her mama was there with her, rubbing her
clit, leading her to orgasm, so it became a litany of
"Yes mama, Oh god, mama, oh mama, oh mama, oh mama, oh
mama."

And then she could feel Horst give a final deep thrust
and begin pulsing, pushing, shooting cum deep inside
her. 

"Mama!" She couldn't catch her breath as she felt the
dog's cum pouring into her, and then she came too. Her
eyes were open, but she couldn't see a thing. It was
so intense she didn't even know exactly how long it
was. It seemed like an hour, but must have been about
10 seconds, because the dog wasn't done yet. The dog
continued pumping sperm into her as her pussy
clutched, grabbed, tensed around his cock.

Sarah lost her sense of time again, but she was aware
of her mother brushing her fingers through her hair,
touching her face, kissing her neck, gently rousing
her back into the land of the living. Horst was still
stuck inside of her, waiting patiently for the knot to
subside, just as he did with all the other bitches he
had mated. 

The rational part of Sarah's mind still wasn't working
properly. Perhaps this was just some perverted dream
she was having. Maybe she had lost her mind
completely. Maybe it was perfectly normal that her mom
had rubbed her clit while her dog fucked her. She
didn't know what any of it meant, or what the
ramifications were or what would happen next. She knew
she was naked. She knew there was still a dog's cock
lodged in what had been her virgin pussy. She knew
that it felt like lots of dog semen was now leaking
out of her. She knew her mom's hand was touching her
naked ass. And she knew it felt good.