An anonymous user confessed:
It started about six months ago, when I started having thoughts about sex with our family dog, a Mix lab. He was always jumping on our legs and I would push him away, but it actually excited me. One day when the house was empty, my husband at work and the kids at school, I just finish the housework and was going to take a shower. I went downstairs to get something in only my underwear and our dog was really feeling frisky and grabbed my leg and started humping. I let him go for a few seconds and then he got down, but his penis was sticking out about 4 inches. I got so excited I led him to my bedroom and I figured if I left my underwear on nothing bad could happen, I would get down and let him mount me, just to see what would happen. I got down and immediately he jumped on me and start humping. I spread my legs a little and got lower to better align myself and his penis hit the spot. Oh my gosh what a feeling, it actual pushed some of my underwear along with his penis about an inch or two inside my vagina. I almost climaxed, but he got off of me. I reason with myself that I wouldn't be hurting anyone and actual helping our dog if I let him inside me. I was certainly nervous, but so horny that I slipped off my underwear put on a sweater for protection from scratches and got down on my knees. No sooner did I get down and spread my legs a little, he entered me. It was unbelievable. he pushed and pushed so fast I barely had time to think and then his knot entered me and I climaxed. He continued to ram me for about a minute when I could feel him inside me, and I climaxed again. I could feel it so good and he cum so much and then he stop humping and just stood there inside me. I could feel his penis swell and felt a flood of him inside me and I climax again. When he pulled out I was dripping all over, there was a puddle on the floor. It was incredible, but now having had sex with our dog on maybe 20 different occasions, I am feeling guilty about everything. First having sex with a dog, maybe getting caught and not telling my husband or anyone. I don't know if I can stop, but it feels good to tell someone.

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