The Farmgirl’s Story by Lostlady

“I could feel every muscle in my body contract and I moaned loudly, high pitched as I came the first time.” She saw me looking at her. “That’s right, I came at least twice, as I recall. It’s hard for me to remember exactly, I do know I was overjoyed, actually beside myself in a state of ecstasy. I was hoping it would go on forever. Of course it couldn’t.”

At this point she stopped for a few seconds. She was looking downwards nervously. She looked like someone who is trying to put off doing something unpleasant as long as she could. Finally she continued.

“After a bit he stopped, I figured it was over as I lay there. I was pretty well satisfied, but was still wishing for more. I didn’t realize I was about to get more. Oh sister, was I going to get more.”

This was the part I’d waiting to hear. I watched her as she hesitated some more, taking a deep breath and exhaling, shaking her head. I knew it was hard for her to talk to someone about this. I really wanted to offer some encouragement, but had no idea what to say. I thought it was probably best to let her work it out for herself. This was obviously something she’d kept bottled up for years and wanted to get it off her chest. She wanted to talk it out, not have a conversation. Sometimes it’s best to simply listen, I kept quiet.

“Yeah, well, he wasn’t done. Suddenly his front paws were on me, I could feel his weight as he climbed up. Fool that I was, I thought he wanted to get petted, a reward for a job well done. I was that naive. But when I tried to scratch his neck he let out a snarl. That’s when I realized he was trying to mount me. I was fucking terrified, I couldn’t react, I couldn’t bring myself to move. I’ve read accounts about this sort of thing where the woman wasn’t sure if the animal was going to find the right spot or some such bullshit, but either Mack was smarter than most dogs, luckier, or the bench was just the right height, because I felt a few hard, fast pokes and his cock went into me. It went in rather easily too, you have to remember, I’d had a couple of orgasms so I was probably pretty wet and slippery down there. He kept thrusting into me, it seemed like with every forward thrust his cock got bigger, longer, went deeper in. I was horrified, I think I was crying, it was hard to tell; in that heat I didn’t know if it was tears or sweat on my cheeks.”

“It sounds like you were being raped,” I interjected. Again she paused, perhaps I shouldn’t have interrupted.

“Well, kind of, I guess. But, not really. When it comes to sex, I feel no means no and stop means stop. It’s a woman’s right to give or withhold. Nothing stupider in this world than somebody saying, ‘she was asking for it’, but that’s with people. This was an animal. Mack was just doing what instinct was telling him to do. I’d been playing with fire and was getting burned. I didn’t blame the dog at even at the time. I’d fucked up and this was the result. Jump off a ladder and get hurt, you don’t blame the ladder.”

It was an interesting bit of philosophy. I was glad I’d said something.

“He kept thrust wildly. Then I felt the ball on his dick slamming against my pussy and I realized he was trying shove it in me. This was really scary. You see, I was afraid not only of getting hurt or damaged, but also afraid of how I would explain how this happened to my family and the doctor. Finally, it went in, painfully actually.

I said it felt like a lemon in my hand, but it felt like a damned grapefruit when it was rammed into my cunt. It did hurt, stretching my pussy going in. Once it was in the thrusting diminished rapidly. Mack started shaking and twitching slightly. I knew he was coming. Now, a funny thing happened, I began to calm down. I guess I was accepting what was happening, beginning to relax. There was a kind of serene feeling to it. The whole thing felt kind of natural.”

“Natural, really?” I guess she picked up on my skepticism.

“Natural, I didn’t say normal, far from it. But I think I might have come again.”

“Wait a minute, you didn’t know?”

“I know it sounds dumb. I wouldn’t think you could come when you’re that scared. You have to remember, I’d been orgasming before he jumped on me, maybe my body responded when my mind was in shock. I don’t know. I do know this, somewhere along the way I’d raised my knees up, bent, with my feet in the air. I don’t remember doing it, but there I was, just like I was being fucked by a man.”

“I have to ask this, were you enjoying it?”

“I don’t know, that’s one of the mysteries of this thing. I do know there was a strange peacefulness about it, just lying there with a male animal pumping sperm into me. It’s sick, I know, but it’s how I felt.”

She took another drink and sat there with her head tipped to one side. I could tell she was thinking about it all. Then she turned and looked at me.

“I guess on some level I was enjoying it. Like I said, I think I’d come again, I can’t remember exactly. I guess there’d been too much mental trauma involved to be sure. Perhaps at that point it was just a sense of relief that the worst was over. But I can tell you this, after time went by, down through the years, I remember him coming in me and I remember it almost separately from the first part, when he first mounted me. Now it’s something of an erotic memory.”

I found it surprising that she would say that, but for the first time since she started talking about it she had a contented look on her face. She was completely relaxed.

“So there I was, now don’t get me wrong, I was still scared, but no longer terrified. Finally he sort of looked around, twisting his body a bit with his paws stomping on me, then laid his upper body down on me. It seemed like the flow of cum was slowing. He would still give an occasional shivering spasm, but I realized he was basically done.”

“Were you stuck? I’ve heard stories about that.”

“Could have been, I can’t be sure. Mack made no effort to pull out and I had no idea how to force him. Besides, I was in no rush to have that ball stretching me open on the way out, I remembered how painful it had been when it went in. I just lay there, letting nature take its course. I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a long time, but it could have been just minutes but eventually I felt him beginning to go down. It was a comfortable feeling. Then it just sort of popped out on its own. That was a relief. Once his cock was free, Mack got off of me. He tried to lick me again, but I was in no mood. I didn’t know if it was a normal thing for him to do or if he was looking for another go at me. I was more interested in checking myself for damage. I wiped myself on the blanket. While there were a lot of assorted fluids, there was no sign of any blood. I began to breathe a lot easier. As for Mack, once I sat up and blocked him from licking me, he lost all interest. He went over to the door and waited to be let out.”

“Kind of a find ‘em, fuck ‘em, and forget ‘em type of a guy, huh?” I joked lightly.

“Yeah, that’s true enough. Just like a few men I’ve known.” All tension was gone from her voice now. She looked totally at ease.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, did you ever do it again?”

“No, never, that was it.”

“Did you ever think about doing it again?” I was really curious.

“No, not exactly, not seriously anyhow. I’ve often wondered, however, what it would like if I wasn’t so shit scared.”

There was an awkward silence, I couldn’t think of anything to say. Then she spoke up in a very calm voice.

“There was one thing, in the next couple of days I must have taken a dozen showers. My family commented on it, I told them it was the heat. The reality was I didn’t feel clean. It was also over a year before I had intercourse again. So there was a consequence to it. That feeling is what stops me from ever considering doing it again.”

“I take it you’re not recommending it for anybody?”

“No, I think it’s one of those things that some people are into, and it works for them. I don’t think it’s for everybody, I don’t think it was right for me. What’s that old expression? ‘I wouldn’t have missed it for a thousand dollars, but I wouldn’t do it again for a million.’ I guess that’s how I feel about it.”

That’s when I saw that I had been right; this was something she felt she had to talk to someone about and who better than to someone who writes sex stories. I was probably less likely to be judgmental than her other friends. I decided to write this pretty much as she related it to me, or at least as well as I can remember it because it is sort of an answer to the question “how does a thing like this happen”. Well, sometimes it happens in stages, unplanned and not very well thought out. As for my friend, I have to say again, the last person I would have expected it from.