The Farmgirl’s Story by Lostlady

She looked at me with a slightly embarrassed smile. I just shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t too sure what to say. All I could come up with was a simple, “A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Nobody was there to see you anyways.”

“That’s true. Anyhow, I lowered myself down until the fur on his back was pressed against my pussy. It really felt good. There was a long bench in there next to us, I put one hand on it to steady myself and reached under him and gripped his cock. Mack let out a whimper as I started stroking it. He got into a funny position, moving his hind legs closer to his front in a kind of hunched back posture, then he started thrusting into my hand. I had to lower myself some more to keep my pussy in contact with his back. His back and forth motion kept him bumping hard against me, the fur on his back tickling my pussy and stimulating my clitoris, all this was sending all kinds of thrills through me. It was a mass of stimulation. His tail would occasionally swing quickly back and forth, going across my ass like a windshield wiper. I remember how stifling hot it was in that shed, sweat was dripping off me, it soaking my dress, but I didn’t care. You see, all that was happening, the physical stimulation, the thrusting cock in my hand, the idea of doing something incredibly perverse, I found all this to be extremely exciting. I came rather quickly. So did Mack actually, but I didn’t even realize it. Once my own orgasm began to subside, I noticed my hand was covered with his warm, sticky cum.”

“I used my panties to wipe off my hands and lowered the skirt. When I opened the door to the shed, I remember how good the fresh air felt when I stepped out of the shed. Mack headed back to the porch and his water bowl. I guess he was slightly dehydrated. After he had a drink, he started sniffing his back, where it was wet from my pussy. I don’t know how to describe it, but I think he had a good time. I know I did.”

So, that was what it was all about. She’d gotten herself off while jerking off a dog. I have to admit it was an interesting tale, but what I didn’t know was there was more to come, much more.

“Did you really enjoy it?” She nodded her head. “Well it’s not all that bad, teenagers do experiment with things. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Yeah, well, my brother always talked about when he was eighteen and went on a trip to the shore with a couple of his buddies. It was the first time they were unsupervised and could get beer. He said the first night they had two or three and thought they were drunk. The next night they had four or five and were drunk. The next night they got roaring drunk, and were sick for days. This was sort of the same thing.”

I felt my eyebrows rise up in astonishment. Now I saw where this story was going. I took the bottle and topped off her glass and mine.

“Please continue,” I told her, “I want to hear the whole story.”

“The next time, I wasn’t so nervous, more sure of myself. It started out the same, I wore the same type of dress, maybe even the same one, not that it matters. Mack followed me into the shed, I prepared myself the same way, dress pulled up and bunched in the front, panties jammed in the bodice of my dress. I straddled Mack and pressed my pussy on his back. When I reached down and gripped his cock, he got in that same humpback position. I started stroking and he started humping, within seconds I was getting aroused. I knew I was going to have one serious orgasm.”

She paused long enough to take a drink and have a bite of cheese. I was getting impatient to hear the rest. I could tell the alcohol was having some effect; her words were coming easier now.

“I could feel his cock expanding in my hand, coming all the way out of its cover, getting thick and longer. It was really exciting, my stomach muscles were contracting and I was sweating like crazy. I was well on the way to an orgasm. Then I was aware of something pushing against my fist. I think I’d felt it the first time, but was too nervous to pay attention. It was the ball that dogs have by the base of their dicks. This time, I slid my hand over it and gripped it tightly and held as much of the rest of his cock as I could with my other hand. While we didn’t have cows on our place, I had learned how to milk them on a relative’s farm. I used a similar motion on his cock while squeezing the ball tighter.”

“Just how big was it?” I hated to interrupt her, but I wanted to know.

“Big, bigger than my boyfriend’s. From the ball forward it stuck out past my fist. The ball felt to be about the size of a lemon, or maybe an irregular shaped tennis ball. That’s the best I can describe it.”

I cleared my throat before answering, “That’s, ah, pretty substantial.”

“Yes,” she agreed with a kind of faraway look in her eyes, “yes it was. Funny thing, once I had hold of the ball and started manipulating the shaft, his thrusting slowed down, almost to nothing. I could feel his back shivering beneath my pussy and his cock vibrating in my hand as he started to come. I started to orgasm myself. It was difficult to concentrate; each spasm of my orgasm caused a corresponding tightening of my two hands on his cock. My fingers could actually feel the flow of cum through his dick. There was a lot more of it this time than there had been the first time. Actually, I’m not sure he had come the first time.”

“But you said you had it on your hand. How could you not be sure?”

“Simple,” she smiled at me; “my father had a home office. It had lots of books on agriculture, crop reports, and some on veterinary procedures. After all this I read up on the chapters on dog breeding. It seems they put out a lot of fluids when they have sex, not all of it’s semen.”

“I didn’t know that.” I paused, “The subject never came up.”

“Yeah, but if he didn’t come, I must have left him in one frustrated state. Guess that made me one hell of a cock tease.” We both laughed at that.

“Anyway, we were done for this session, or so I thought. I stood upright catching my breath. It was as hot in that shed this time as the last. I was looking forward to getting fresh air. Mack was sniffing the puddle he’d made on the wood flooring, or was when I last looked at him. When I unbunched my skirt and let it hang down I found the dog was at my feet, his head under the skirt. I thought it was just an accident, but then I felt his nose bumping me and I knew I was wrong. Then I felt his tongue, he stared licking my pussy. Damn, it was wonderful. Even after all these years I remember it, his coarse tongue stroking my cunt, my inner thighs, everywhere down there. He was tipping his head from side to side, his tongue forcing its way past the outer lips.”

She paused for another sip of wine. I took note that this was the first time she’d referred to her genitalia as anything stronger than pussy. I didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if she was just getting into the story, I know I was.

“He kept licking harder and faster, I leaned back against the door with my feet wide apart. I had a tingling feeling all over. I knew this orgasm was going to make the first one look like kid shit. I was right, once it began I got weak in the knees I wasn’t sure I was going to stay on my feet. Honestly, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was such a strongly severe orgasm that it shook me to the roots. I was leaning forward with my mouth open gasping for breath.” She looked at me, shaking her head. “It was un-fucking believable. I’d never experienced anything like it before.”

“Then he stood up on his hind legs with his paws against me. I thought he wanted to be petted. I started to scratch his neck with both hands. That wasn’t what he wanted, I know that now, but at the time I thought maybe he was just a little goofy. He whined a bit, looking around then got down from me. As far as I was concerned it was over for the day. I pulled my panties back on and staggered out into the daylight. I wanted a nice cool bath, but I was already making plans for the next time.”

“You mean there’s more?” I was impressed. I noticed she was getting nervous again, her hand was shaking as she had another drink of her sherry. She seemed to be trying to steady herself again.

“Oh yeah, there’s more.”

I had a pretty good idea where this story was going to end. What I didn’t know was how it was going to get there, but I sure wanted to find out.

“Early the following week, the whole family was going to go to the local farmer’s market to sell some produce. Mack and I would be alone all day. I had plans for the two of us. You see, I couldn’t get that licking he’d given me out of my mind. I wanted more, and this time I wanted to do it right. I took an old blanket out to the shed folded it up and put it on a picnic bench that was stored in there. I wanted some padding.

Then I got Mack. Again I had the same type of dress, this time I didn’t bother with the panties, didn’t seem to be much point to them. I closed and locked the door, even though we were alone, I didn’t want to take any chances. I pulled the skirt up over my waist, sat down on the end of the bench, leaned back on one arm, spread my legs, and patted my pussy. I spoke out loud, ‘Come on Mack, come on boy, come and get it.’ I waited until he came over and stuck his nose against my pussy. I laid down flat on my back with my eyes closed ready to enjoy myself.”

You didn’t have to be Dick Tracy to figure out what was going to happen next, but I wanted to hear it from her.

“Mack began licking me. It was as good as I remembered. His tongue was fast and forceful, literally ravishing my pussy, traveling up the length of my cunt lips, pressuring the sensitive nerve endings of the inner flesh. It was almost like an instant orgasm. I began to inhale deeply and audibly as he continued to send thrills through me. Like the last time, he began tipping his head first to one side then the other. When he did it would force my cunt lips apart allowing his tongue to briefly contact the inside tissue. It was almost painfully pleasurable and every time his rough tongue touched my clitoris, it was like an electrical shock went through me. Damn it, it was really something. I loved every second of it.”