The Farmgirl’s Story by Lostlady

True story: The Farmgirl’s Story by Lostlady. A confession, of sorts, about a woman’s past expirience. (CAUTION: This story involves a woman having sex with an animal. If this is something you find disturbing, please go no farther. It is listed as true for two reasons; the conversation the unnamed woman had with me is factual and secondly I believe the story she related to me to be true.)

True story: The Farmgirl’s Story

by Lostlady

Genres: True Story, Bestiality, Written by women

This all began when a woman I knew found out I write sex stories and post them on various internet sites. When she got me alone one day she asked if I ever wrote bestiality stories. I told her no, that while they are popular I didn’t know all that much about the subject. She had a funny, disappointed look on her face.

“Oh, just curious,” she said. She appeared embarrassed and turned to walk away. I could tell there was more to it than mere curiosity. Now she’d gotten my interest.

“Is there anything you’d like to talk about?”

“No, I don’t know. It’s just something I was wondering about, no big deal.”

“We could talk about it if you’d like.”

She looked down at the floor for a minute, looking like she was thinking it over. When she looked back at me I could see she was nervous. She slowly shook her head.

“No, I’m not sure, not today anyway.”

“Alright, but if you change your mind, give me a call. You can come over to my place and we can have a drink or two and talk in private.”

She agreed and walked away . Watching her leave, I couldn’t help but wonder what the whole thing had been about. Animal porn isn’t all that hard to find on the internet, so I knew there was more going on here than met the eye and why did she come to me? All I knew for sure was that I hoped she would take me up on my offer and call. That’s the only way I could see myself solving this little mystery.

About a week and a half later I got a call from her telling me she was ready to talk. She asked if we would be alone and I assured her we would be. I really wanted to find out what she had to say and why all the secrecy. My imagination was running on overtime now as I envisioned all sorts of scenarios. We agreed that she would come over two nights later.

“This will be just between us, right?” her voice was tense. “I mean, I know you write these stories, and that’s OK, but you won’t let anybody know who I am or anything will you?”

“No, trust me, this is all confidential. If I use anything in a story, your name and anything that could give you away will be changed or left out. In fact, if you want, if I do use anything you tell me, I’ll let you read it before I post it anywhere.”

She agreed it was fair, as long as her identity was safe she didn’t care if I wrote about it or not. I was very anxious to hear her story, other than the reference to bestiality, I hadn’t a clue. I only hoped it would be worth all the intrigue. I could hardly wait.

She arrived on the appointed night right on time. We went into the living room and sat down. As much as I wanted to hear what she had to say I really didn’t want to rush her. Time to get some drinks to put her at ease and loosen up her tongue. I decided on sherry, a nice sociable wine but strong enough to have an effect on her. I wanted to get her inhibitions down so she would talk freely without getting her wasted. This was to be a conversation, not a seduction. I brought the two glasses of wine in along with a cheese platter I’d bought for the occasion and set them down on the end table between us.

So we sat there sipping the sherry, nibbling on cheese and crackers, having a conversation about basically nothing. Don’t get me wrong, it was pleasant. It was one of those talks you have when you run in a friend in the supermarket or at the mall; what’s new, how’s work, etc., etc., etc…. It would have been nice actually, under normal circumstances if I wasn’t so interested in getting to the point. Finally the suspense was too much, I didn’t want to rush her but I had to ask.

“So, what is it you want to talk about anyway?”

She gazed uncomfortably down at her feet. I was afraid I’d upset her and that had certainly not been my intention.

“If you’ve changed your mind, it’s all right. We don’t have to; I just thought it was time. I have to admit, I’m burning up with curiosity.”

“No,” she replied slowly, “you’re right, it’s time. I’ve been putting it off long enough.”

The way she said “putting it off long enough” made me think she was talking about more than just that evening. Still avoiding my eyes, she kind of sucked part of her upper lip into her mouth, giving her a rather pensive appearance.

“You asked about bestiality the other day, I assume it has something to do with that.” She nodded her head.

“Do you know someone who’s done it?” Again the silent nod.

“Someone we both know?” She looked at me quizzically before answering quietly.

“Me.” Then added in a quick voice, “It was a long time ago.”

Then she picked up her half full glass of sherry and downed it in one gulp. You could have knocked me over with a feather. She was the last person I would have expected to have done anything remotely involving animal sex let alone confess to it to me of all people. Somehow I had a hard time envisioning her having any kind of sex other than straight, polite missionary style. I pointed to her empty glass.

“Care for another?”

She nodded, wordlessly once more. I went to the kitchen and got the bottle. When I came back I filled her glass and left the bottle on the end table. This couldn’t be easy for her and I figured she was going to need all the help she could get. I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts, and then asked her how this had come about.

“You have to understand, I was raised on a farm upstate. Talk of sex with animals was fairly common, you’d hear all kinds of stories. I knew most of them were nonsense, jokes really, but you did hear them and they did make an impression. Most of them involved guys, but there were stories of women too. Add that to the fact that you’re more isolated in a rural area and you have more time alone to let your imagination run wild.”

Now we were getting somewhere. This was a story I had to hear. I settled back in my chair and sipped my sherry, not saying anything. I didn’t want to do anything to disturb her.

“The other thing was I had become sexually active after I finished high school. I’d only had intercourse a couple of times, but I’d really enjoyed it. I’d become kind of obsessed with it actually. My boyfriend had a job plus was taking a couple of night courses at a local college that had been recommended to prepare him for the fall semester, so he wasn’t around all that much. So there I was; hot, horny, ready to roll, and all alone.”

“And that’s when you decided to do something about it?”

“Yes, sort of, not exactly like that.”

She was becoming unnerved, I realized I should have kept quiet and let her tell the story at her own pace. She took another healthy swallow of her drink. Then she seemed to calm down. I decided it would be best to speak only when spoken to.

“As I said, I was becoming fascinated by sex and also very frustrated. I was masturbating a lot.” I could see her cheeks becoming red as she confessed this. “I also read a lot. One of the things a read was an old copy of ‘The Happy Hooker’. There was a part in it where the author talked about having an orgasm while jerking off a dog. It was just a couple of paragraphs, but it stayed with me.”

Now we were getting to the heart of the matter. I kept my mouth shut. Now I wanted to hear all about it but was afraid to say anything, even though the questions were beginning to form in my mind.

“We had several dogs on the place, but all had been neutered or spayed except one; Mack. There was no particular reason, my parents just never got around to having it done even though he was a bit of a ‘leg hound’ if you know what I mean.” I nodded my head letting her know that I did. “He was a large dog, mixed breed, I’m not sure which, but it was obvious he was definitely part shepherd. That was very convenient for an 18 year old girl who was thinking how cool it would be to re-create and experience that passage from the book.”

So, I thought to myself, that’s what this was all about. She’d had sex of some sort with a dog. I found it all strangely exciting, made even more so by whom it was. As I stated earlier, of all the people I knew she was the last I would have expected this from.

“Finally, one afternoon when I was alone on the place I decided to act. I took the keys to a storage shed we had and went outside. It was a hot, sunny July day and Mack was sleeping in a shady spot on the back porch. I went over and started petting him. He rolled lazily over on his back and I scratched his belly briefly. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock; it was still in its furry covering with only the red tip peeking out. I reached over and ran my hand over it. There was a quick jerk and an inch or two of his dick came out. One look and I was instantly aroused.”

“Mack raised his head up and looked down at what was going on. Then he rolled over and sprang to his feet, whimpering. That was good, because I wasn’t going to go any further out here on the porch. I stood up and Mack started smelling my hand. A few sniffs and he started to lick it. I guess we both were aroused. I went to the shed, unlocked the door, and stepped in. It was hot and stuffy in there but it was private and that was more important to me. I slapped my thigh a few times and Mack came in. I closed and locked the door behind us. It was dark in there. The only light was from two small windows up over the door. Like I said privacy was important.”

“I had worn a housedress with a muti-pleated skirt that day. I figured it would work best, I could pull the skirt up easily and if I had to stop quickly, it would drop back down; much quicker than struggling into a pair of jeans. So, I took off my panties, tucked them into the front of my dress, hung the lanyard that held the key from my neck, and was ready to go. I began simply, scratching his head and neck while I straddled him. I moved down to his neck, still scratching. I stopped long enough to hike up the skirt of my dress, kind of bunch as much of it as I could in front, and tucked it under itself so it would stay up. Basically I was naked from the waist down. I must have been a sight.”