My family is from the Midwest. I grew up with all male siblings in a close but toxic household. For all of my childhood, my dogs were my best friends. They’d sleep in bed with me and follow me around all day. In actuality, they were really the main support I had.
At one point my parents took me out of public school and sent me to another family member to homeschool me—this was after they caught my brother rubbing my pussy, it took them a while. This other family member had a dog, and I moved in with one of mine as well.
I wasn’t a very social person, I kept to myself and my computer. For the most part, the family member I was with did not have any clue how to use a computer, so I had a bit more free rein on what I was looking at. It didn’t take long for me to start searching the ‘no, no’ searches my mom had warned me about.
Starting out, it was pretty normal content. Dude fucking a pretty girl, girl rubbing her clit. The normal videos. Eventually, I started going deeper on these sites. This one evening, I was browsing for a specific type of video and came across a more ‘liberal’ site. The first video that caught my eye was a woman with her legs spread all the way with both hands stretching the lips of her pussy and a dog standing in the foreground. I clicked on the video.
It started pretty vanilla, and I had likely clicked on it thinking she would be rubbing her clit—was a favorite choice. At first, she had a rabbit-style dildo the cameraman skillfully used. But that did not last long, within a minute the large mutt forced his way out of the foreground and inbetween her legs. It took a moment for my brain to process what was happening. Even before I could think, my hand was in my pants rubbing at my clit. I was soaked. By this point, I had never had an orgasm, so I was just sort of ‘touching down there’ because it felt good.
Once I had time to really watch, there was a feeling of guilt but also uncontrollable needs—cliche but true. I was fully exposed, in a house with my family member and the two other live-ins. The living room is on one side of the house and the family room on the other. But the hallway that connects the two has a clear view from the living room door into the family room.
Without thought, I quickly sprinted out of my room and into the living room. To this day, I am unsure if anyone saw me. I let my dog out of her cage and gently ran my fingers between the lips of my vagina. She didn’t even take time to investigate my hand. She had always been a crouch sniffer, but I thought it was just a social thing with her. It wasn’t, she shoved her large snout between my legs, but instead of sniffer her tongue folded itself between my lips and slid, with zeal, over my clit.
I had the forethought to not continue the exchange in the living room. She however, did not get the memo.
From living room back to bedroom, her nose was shoved against my lower ass forcing her tongue in any direction that was in the general area of my pussy. Once we got to bedroom, I closed the door and locked it. I was praying no one had seen me, but that did not stop either of us. I didn’t even have time to sit down, and she was crouched moving her touch with precision across my thighs, outside of my pussy, and the more aggressive licks would push the lips apart giving her just enough time to graze over my clit. It was exhilarating.
Up until this point my physic sexual experience was nil, outside of letting my brother finger and rub my pussy when he was hard. I had spoken to men online and shared photos of myself, no face, with many people—you can find my photos online now. I did take out my phone and film her once I sat down. I propped the phone up on the cabinets infront of me, and spread my legs. She shoved her snout between my legs and began lapping her rough tongue over the expanse of my pussy. It took me a few moments to react to anything other than the ecstasy. Once I came to, I reached down with both hands and stretched the lips out. Giving her full access. I had and still have a fat pussy, she needed the help to get inside.
Her tongue quickly gravitated down, it took all of a few laps with her tongue before she started pressing it against the hole. The longest time it took her was figuring out how much pressure she needed. Eventually she began shoving the warm damp tongue in. I jolted and let out a moan I know someone heard. She stopped and stepped back looking at me. I spread my lips back out, and before I could fully open them she was back at it. This time she would go in and occasionally come back out to lick up and down my pussy. It took some trial and error, but I eventually figured out how to ‘guide’ her to my clit. Never having had an orgasm, it just wanted her to lick it because it felt really good. When I’d touch it my whole body would flinch. It was a new and very enjoyable sensation.
Holding my legs slightly together, I’d block her snout from going lower. This never did deter her, she took the opportunity to focus all of that warm touch on my clit. I laid on the floor for only a few minutes before I felt something like I hadn’t before. The dog started going faster as I tried to inch my hips away, but from what? It felt amazing. I eventually just subconscious started lightly trusting against her snout. In a matter of seconds my back arched, I shoved her snout away, and let out a scream loud enough that my family member came to check on me.
My upper thighs and the floor under me was wet with slobber and my own juices. After shooing family off, I sat back down and spread my pussy back out for her.
Family didn’t catch me, that time.
