My First Bestiality Experience – by barbielez

First time story: My First Bestiality Experience – by barbielez. My first bestiality experience with a dog… All families have secrets. Some are small. Some are big. Some are so extreme minds are blown and relationships forever altered at the mere mention of them. That is the kind of secret my family had been keeping from me for the past eighteen years.

First time story: My First Bestiality Experience – Chapter 1: The Dog

by barbielez

Genres: Fiction, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Hardcore, Male/Female, Reluctance, Romance, Teen, Written by women, Young

It was my birthday. My eighteenth birthday. As all young women my age, I was excited at the prospect of becoming an adult. But it had nothing to do with being allowed to drink, smoke and do all those other horrible things people do just because they can. My enthusiasm came from a completely different place. According to the rules of the family, I would finally be told the family secret. At least that was what I had been told over and over again.

“You’ll understand when you’re eighteen,” would say my relatives whenever I questioned them about the family secret.

“I can’t tell you,” said others. “Not yet.”

“It will all make sense once you’re an adult.”

Is it really surprising that I spent my entire youth longing for the day I would finally leave my childhood behind? But now the long-awaited moment had finally arrived.

I awoke with a smile. At first I thought it was because I was now an adult. Then I remembered the secret and my birthday suddenly seemed unimportant. I was tempted to leap out of bed and rush downstairs, but that probably would have been a mistake. It’s not like my parents never saw me naked, but I seriously doubted they would be thrilled if I paraded around in my birthday suit. Then again, it was my birthday.

Would it really be so bad? Then I remembered my brother and my blatant callousness immediately dissipated. I had no proof of it, but I had suspected for a while that Ryan had a crush on me. I knew he would never actually do anything about his perverse infatuation, but I didn’t want to risk giving him any ideas. So I opted against nudity being my first act as an adult.

I slipped out of bed and shivered as the cool morning air tickled my skin. I glanced at the mirror, as I did on all my birthdays. I looked exactly as I had the day before, but there was something different about my reflection today. Was it the way my dark locks glistened in the sunlight? No. Perhaps it was the perkiness of my breasts or the stiffness of my nipples.

No. My eyes dropped to my tight, clean-shaven slit. Was it because, though I had lost my virginity many years ago, I still looked as innocent as I always had? No. My final thought was that it had something to do with the bounciness of my butt. When that proved untrue, I was left speechless. It wasn’t until I took my reflection in as a whole that it finally hit me.

My posture had changed. My head was held high. My shoulders were pulled back. My back was erect. I held myself up with poise and pride. I had never felt this good. Nor had I seemed this put-together. Even without my clothes, I looked like I was ready to take on the world. And I was. At least I would be as soon as I learned the family secret.

I was tempted to slip into my nightie, but I feared that would be unwise. Ryan would probably already be downstairs, enjoying breakfast in company of our parents. The last thing I wanted was to upset him and risk ruining what may very well be my one and only chance to learn the secret. What if I only had this one opportunity? What would happen if I messed it up? What if…

I could have kept going all day, but I eventually shook the uncertainty from my frame and focused on picking out an outfit. Within minutes, I was slipping into a pair of skin-tight jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I was in such a hurry that I failed to put on a bra. Hopefully Ryan wouldn’t notice.

I was tempted to rush downstairs, but I made a quick pit stop at the bathroom. I relieved my bladder, brushed my teeth and applied a thin layer of makeup. It’s not because I was now an adult that I no longer cared about my appearance. Once my morning routine was complete, I gathered myself and made my way downstairs.

As I had expected, Ryan was halfway through his breakfast. Only my parents were nowhere to be seen.

“Where’re are Mom and Dad?” I asked as I strolled into the dining room.

Ryan looked up from his bowl of cereal and smiled.

“They had to leave early for work,” he answered. “I guess it’s just you and me today.”

I sighed. It’s not like I didn’t enjoy spending time with Ryan, it’s just that I was looking forward to being clued in as to the family’s mysterious secret. I could have asked Ryan, but I feared he would make fun of me. He always did it kiddingly, but I was in no mood to be teased. I guess I would just have to wait for our parents to return.

Part of me felt resentful that our parents weren’t there to wish me a happy birthday, but I knew that wasn’t fair. Mom and Dad worked hard to keep Ryan and me fed—they insisted we focus on our studies rather than get part-time jobs to help pay for college—but I missed having them around. At least Ryan was here.

“Want some cereal?” asked my brother.

I nodded and took a seat across from him. There was a bowl waiting for me.

“Happy birthday,” said Ryan as he poured the cereal into my bowl.

“Thanks,” I replied as I grabbed the carton of milk and drowned the contents of the bowl.

There was a moment of silence as we ate. Ryan and I didn’t have much in common. He was very active. He went to the gym twice a day and competed in dozens of sporting events each and every month. He lived for physical exercise. I preferred to curl up on the couch and read a good book. I still exercised each day, but my workout routine was far less exhaustive than Ryan’s.

“I’m going to work out,” he said, moments after swallowing the final mouthful. “Want to join me?”

I hesitated. Ryan and I never worked out together, but my party was not for another nine and a half hours and a good workout sounded like a great way to pass the time.

“All right,” I agreed as I gulped down the last few mouthfuls.

“Meet you downstairs in five,” said Ryan as he retrieved my bowl and, along with his, carried it into the kitchen.

“O-Okay,” I mumbled, slightly surprised by his eagerness.

I made my way upstairs and changed into my workout clothes—a sports bra, a pair of skin-tight shorts and running shoes so light it felt like I was barefoot. I also tied my hair in a ponytail and removed my makeup. I then made my way down to the basement.

As I mentioned before, Ryan was a sports fanatic. But he wasn’t the only one. My father was also an avid believer in daily exercise. As such, we had our private gym in our basement. There were free weights to spare. Five treadmills—one for each family member. Multiple cardio machines, including elliptical and arc trainers and many more I knew very little about. There were even a few punching bags, as well as over a dozen exercise balls and exercise mats. It was a dream come true for any fitness lover.

Ryan was already warming up on the treadmill.

“What’s the plan?” I asked as I hopped onto the neighboring machine.

“Get ready for the most intense workout of your entire life,” answered Ryan.

I groaned, but said nothing. I had been wanting to increase the intensity of my workouts for some time, but I feared Ryan’s definition of “intense” was slightly different than mine. I believed in working up a good sweat. He preferred pushing himself to the very limit.

“All right,” said Ryan after a ten-minute jog. “Let’s get started.”

He hopped off the treadmill and made his way over to the free weights. I groaned, but followed him. I expected Ryan to work out alongside me, but apparently he was there only for moral support. I guess that ten-minute jog had been his idea of a hearty morning walk.

At first I was grateful for my brother’s help. I rarely worked out with weights and his tips and tricks helped me a lot. But it wasn’t all fun and games. Ryan pushed me harder than I had ever been pushed. I nearly reached my breaking point more than once, but my brother knew when to push me and when to let me rest. Nonetheless, it was the most intense workout of my entire life. Once we were done working on the arms and shoulders, we moved on to the chest. Then came the leg workouts. By the time we started working on my abdominal muscles, I was ready to give up. But Ryan refused to let me quit. He pushed and pushed until finally he told me it was over.

I crumbled into a heap of sweaty, trembling limbs. But I only had a few minutes to catch my breath before Ryan announced it was now time for the cardio workout. I had been so focused on surviving the strength exercises that I had forgotten all about cardio. I was tempted to give up, but Ryan would not allow it. He yelled and insulted me until I climbed onto the treadmill.

I was hoping for a slow jog. What I got instead was a kick in the butt and the longest, most excruciatingly exhausting run of my entire life. I lost my footing more than once, but Ryan was always there to catch me. Unfortunately, he was also there to insult me each and every time I faltered. By the time he finally allowed me to dismount the treadmill, I was so exhausted that I only made it two steps before my knees gave out. This time Ryan wasn’t there to catch me. I crumbled to the ground. And that was where I remained for the next few minutes.

No one spoke for the longest time. Ryan’s silence was due to the fact that he had nothing to say. I didn’t speak because I was physically unable to. That’s how exhausted I was.

“Do you want to know the family secret?” Ryan’s voice suddenly exploded in my ears. My heart leapt in my chest as my eyes few open. I struggled to get up, but my tired body wouldn’t allow it. All I could manage was a weak “Yes” and a slight nod.

Ryan’s lips curled into a smile. “I’ll be right back,” he promised. He vanished from sight moments later and did not return for a few minutes. When he finally reappeared, he was accompanied by the family dog.

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