My name is Barbie Lez. What follows is a retelling of the days following my eighteenth birthday. I still find it difficult to believe everything that happened, but I assure you that everything you are about to read is true.
“This is it,” I thought as I awoke. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived. I was officially eighteen. An adult.
As I sat up, the covers bunched up around my waist, revealing the upper half of my naked body. My bedroom window was ajar and the cool morning breeze made my hair come to life. The platinum-blonde locks swayed about as my ample lips curled into a timid smile. My eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They focused on the mirror that stood across from the bed and studied my firm, d-cup boobs. The chilly breeze had turned my nipples to stone and made them pop like never before. Desperate to see more, I hopped out of bed and hurried over to the mirror. I first studied my bouncy, goose bump-covered butt before focusing on my pussy. It was tight, clean-shaven and just as virgin as the day I was born.
By the time I was done studying my reflection, my timid smile had turned into a broad grin. After eighteen long years of sexless existence, I was finally going to climax. Believe it or not, I was no mere virgin. I was actually one of the only women in existence to have reached legal age without so much as a single orgasm. No matter how beautiful I was, never once had anything invaded my secret garden. But that was all about to change.
I had been pondering the concept of masturbation for some time, but it never seemed like the right moment. I had come close a few times, but not once had a single finger made it past my labia. However, I knew a sexless existence was not part of my life plan, so I eventually came to the conclusion that my eighteenth birthday was the perfect moment to lose my innocence. My virginity would remain, but at least I would know the sweet release of climax.
Now the time was finally upon me. Fear and excitement battled within me and neither opponent was showing any sing of backing down. But I knew excitement would eventually get the upper hand, because no matter how valiantly fear fought, nothing would keep me from reaching climax. Or so I thought.
I pulled the covers aside and hopped onto the bed. Within seconds, I was in position. My upper body was at a perfect forty-five degree angle with a pillow stuffed between my back and the headboard for comfort. My legs were spread wide and my labia was already engorged.
“This is it,” I thought. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my hand to my crotch.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned as my fingers brushed against my lower lips. A shiver of arousal ran down my spine, igniting the fires of passion deep within me. I had experienced arousal quite a few times in my life, but this time was different. This time I would give in to it.
Another moan slipped past my lips as began gently massaging my labia. As my arousal started to rise, I pictured myself writing all about it. Because climax had previously been out of the question, I used to write erotica to deal with my arousal. Everything I wrote was inspired by real events in my life, but the end result was always far more perverse than reality. I had often written about the many men and the occasional woman that came on to me. I had even been playing around with the idea of writing a story about the dog who had proved his infatuation with me by humping my leg. However, the thought of bestiality was so perverse I had always postponed writing about it. But that was not the only reason.
My sister was a world class snoop and I feared she would one day discover the secret, erotica-filled folder I kept on my hard drive. Luckily, I had password protected both my computer and the folder, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she found a way past. Many people say persistence is an admirable trait, but I am not one of those people. My sister’s persistence and curiosity meant I had to constantly keep changing my journal’s hiding spot. I wrote my deepest, darkest thoughts in it and I could not bear the thought of anyone reading about my decision to finally masturbate. Especially not my own sister.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned. The sheer force of it was enough to snap me back to reality. Forgetting all about my nosy sister, I focused on what my hand was up to. My fingers had stopped massaging my labia and one of them was now sliding into my pussy. My soaking-wet pussy.
“Fuck!” I breathed in a barely audible voice. My finger felt great sliding deeper and deeper into me. I kept going until every last inch of it had been swallowed up. I was stunned by how incredibly hot and wet I was, but the most shocking part was how incredibly tight my cunt was.
“Wow!” I gasped in awe as I felt my vaginal muscles clench, trapping my finger. Fortunately, my arousal soon forced me to relax and the digit slid out with ease. As new as I was to this, the massive amounts of arousal that now coursed through my veins convinced me to skip all pleasantries and get down to business.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I added a second finger. My pussy felt even tighter and feel of my two digits sliding in and out of it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. Each second was a blessing and I never wanted it to end. But if simple fingering felt this great, I could not wait to find out how incredible an orgasm felt. Fortunately, I would not have to wait long.
“Fuck!” I soon muttered as my arousal reached previously unattained levels and the first orgasm of my life started to grow within me. I increased the speed of my finger thrusts and felt the orgasm grow. The feeling was so intense that I cannot seem to find the right words to describe it. Let me just say I had never felt so happy in my entire life. But I was about to become even more blissful.
“Oh god!” I moaned as the orgasm intensified. It was only a matter of time before I climaxed.
Suddenly, I had a doubt. Was I ready? What if the timing was wrong? What if I was about to make a horrible mistake? But that soon became irrelevant when I felt my orgasm explode. Only a few more thrusts and I would reach the point of no return. All doubts instantly vanished, leaving only arousal behind.
“I’m… gonna… cum!” I said, timing my words to match my finger thrusts. Only one more penetration and I would experience my first orgasm. But I never got that far.
“Hey Barbie,” said a woman’s voice as my bedroom door swung open. “Are you awa…” But the speaker stopped mid-sentence and mid-stride as she laid eyes on me.
“Oh fuck!” I thought as I froze mid-thrust and peered up at the newcomer. Before I tell you who it was, let me backtrack and give you a little backstory.
My mother loved all celebrations, but birthdays were her absolute favorite. As eager as I was to become an adult, my mother went completely insane. She worked long and hard and came up for an entirely new concept for my eighteenth birthday. Instead of planning out a full day of activities, she decided my birthday would last an entire week.
I knew better than to stand in her way, but I still found the concept a little odd. However, it was not as bizarre as the guest list. Believe it or not, I would be spending the next five days of my life with the same four people. First, there was my mother. And, of course, my sister. My aunt had also been invited. But the only family member I could now think about was my cousin. However, that could have been because she was the one who had just caught me masturbating. The one that now stared at me with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
***One Week Later***
The last seven days were insane. My life was turned upside down and everything I once took for granted had become uncertain. But no matter how insane my life got, one detail remained the same. No matter how hard I tried, fate refused to let me climax. In fact, I had now given up on sex altogether, be it by myself or with a partner.
My sex life was not the only thing that changed. I went from being an unemployed teenager to a responsible, employed adult. Okay, maybe not responsible, but definitively employed.
My mother had planned each minute of each day and my week-long birthday party was the most memorable of my life. But as much fun as I had, my relatives took turns trying to convince me to join the family business. Every last female member of the Lez clan worked at the family dog pound and it soon became clear the only way to shut them up was to accept their offer. And just like that, I had a job.
Since the dog pound was a family business and only Lez women were employed there, all employees were also part owner. But since I was the newest member, I was given all the worst jobs. My mother, sister, aunt and cousin worked on average one day a week, but until I learned how to run a dog pound, they would work double time to make sure I was never left alone. My cousin would work Monday and Tuesday. My aunt Tuesday and Wednesday. My sister Wednesday and Thursday. And finally, my mother end the week by working on Thursday and Friday.
I was determined to make a good first impression, so I set my alarm clock a full half hour early. But since I woke up half an hour before it went off, I arrived at work a full hour in advance. I had been given a set of keys, so I had no trouble getting in.
I started by taking a quick tour of the building. It was rather small, yet there here a few dozen dogs present and enough empty cages to double that number. I continued my tour and quickly knew where everything was. However, there was one mystery I could not seem to unravel. All the doors I had come across were unlocked but one. It had no window and seemed to lead to a small room. I tried every single key, but none of them fit. Whatever was inside, it was clear I was not meant to see it. At least not yet.
I already knew what my first job was, so I did not wait for my cousin to arrive before starting my first day. Heading over to the janitor’s closet, I grabbed a mop and a bucket and got to work. It was an easy job, but it was also incredibly boring. In fact, it was so boring that my mind soon started to wander.
“Oh my god!” I gasped as I realized something. No matter how hard I tried, I had yet to climax. But for the first time in a week, I was all alone and free to do whatever I wanted. And all I wanted to do was experience my first orgasm. Of course, I had not pictured my first sexual experience taking place in a dog pound, but it would have to do.
I looked for a quiet spot that was off the beaten path, but no matter where I looked, I could not seem to find a quiet, isolated location. And given everything that had happened over the last seven days, I did not want my cousin walking in on me pleasuring myself. Again.
I was starting to think I would have to risk it and masturbate out in the open when I found the ideal spot. It was located in a corner of the kennel area and the cages that lined the walls would keep me hidden. The only way for anyone to see me would be to stroll all the way across the kennel and make a sharp right turn. It was not perfect, but it was the best I could hope for.
“This is it,” I thought. “This is the spot where I will have my first orgasm.” And with that, I got to work.
The floor was made of concrete, so I got completely naked and placed my clothes beneath me to keep the cold floor from making contact with my skin. Unfortunately, the wall was just as chilly and it sent a shiver running down my spine when my back made contact with it. But the arousal that had been coursing through my veins for the past week quickly warmed me up.
“Oh yes,” I moaned softly as my fingers made contact with my labia. Given all the failed attempts I had been forced to endure of late, I bypassed all teasing and slid two fingers into my pussy.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned as the digits began darting in and out of my soaking-wet cunt. Only a few thrusts were required to send my arousal level skyrocketing. It felt like my body was on fire and only the sweet release of an orgasm could extinguish it.
A few barks echoed throughout the kennel as I furiously finger fucked my cunt. I may have had yet to climax, the last seven days had taught me a lot about my body, more precisely my pussy. I knew just how to stroke my clit to drive me wild with desire. I knew how to twist my fingers from side to side during fingering to increase the pleasure. I had even found my g-spot. But no matter what I did, circumstance beyond my control had kept me from climaxing. Until now.
My moans soon got so loud that every last dog present fell silent and watched me work. But I did not care. All that mattered was the powerful orgasm that was growing within me. Using my recently-developed skills, I ferociously propelled my fingers in and out of my virgin poon until I reached the point of no return. Unfortunately, I had neared that very point more times than I could count and still I remained a climax virgin.
“But no more,” I decided as I continued pleasuring myself. A wide smile curled my lips as I counted down the seconds to the long awaited moment. Three… Two… One…
A split second before climax, I saw something that made my hand freeze mid-thrust. The dog in the nearest cage was staring at me. But it was not his intense gaze that got to me. It was the rock-hard cock that stood perfectly erect between his hind legs. I could feel my arousal begin to drop as I studied the prick. But I did not care. I had just realized something.
As hard as I had worked to attain sweet release, I now realized I did not want it. At least not just yet. My first orgasm was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and letting it be a result of masturbation felt like a waste. If I was going to climax, I wanted it to be the result of actual intercourse. For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to have sex.
Unfortunately, there was no telling when I would get another opportunity like this one. I was finally alone with almost a full hour to spare. The only downside was that I was the only human there. Of course, I had dozens of potential lovers to choose from, but did I really want my first time to be with a dog?
I thought back to my bestiality fantasy and finally realized why I had not written it. It was not because I was afraid my sister would hack into my computer and read it. Nor was it because bestiality was a taboo subject. It was because I had secretly been fantasizing about dogs for years. It explained why I was still a virgin and why I had yet to climax. It also explained why fate had seen it fit to keep me from climaxing for the past week.
“Oh my god!” I gasped as I realized it was meant to be. My destiny was to lose my virginity to a dog and there was nothing I could do about it. And given the massive amounts of arousal that coursed through my veins, defying destiny was the last thing on my mind.
“Why didn’t I see this before?” I wondered. However, there would be time for self-contemplation later. For now, I had a lover to pick and a virginity to lose.
Getting to my feet, I glanced from cage to cage. Most of the canines I laid eyes upon were large, studly animals, but for some reason, I could not stop thinking about that first dog. The one with a raging hard-on. The one who had made me realize how I truly felt. The Siberian Husky.
“I guess you’re the lucky winner,” I said as I unlocked his cage and opened the door. The studly animal instantly hurried out and took a seat before me. I could not help but be amused by his incredible docility and interpreted it as a sign from the universe telling me I had picked the right lover.
I took a few moments to study my lover-to-be. He was slightly smaller than most Siberian Huskies I had seen, which told me he was not fully grown. However, his body was surprisingly muscular, which told me he would be a great lover. His fur was long and thick and consisted of two different shades. His face, underbelly and legs were white while the rest him was a dark shade of grey. But the true prize was the rock-hard manhood that stood between his hind legs. Crouching to get a better look, I studied the prick in detail. Like all canines, it was a bright shade of red and had the distinctive pointy tip and bulbous base, which I would later learn was called a knot. But the best part of all were its six inches in length.
That was as far as I got before my arousal got the best of me. Leading my studly lover to my little love nest, I took a seat on the floor and waited for him to join me. When he finally did, I realized I had absolutely no idea how to proceed. I considered getting on all fours and letting him fuck the living shit out of me. However, this was to be my virginity-losing encounter and I wanted it to be special.
“Take things slow,” said a voice in my head. I had no idea if it was my subconscious of if I was actually hearing voices, but I decided to listen to it.
Because I wanted my first orgasm to be special, I thought it best to keep my lover’s tongue as far away from my body as possible until I was ready to let him mount me. And the best way to do that was to take care of his needs.
“Down!” I ordered as I pointed to the floor beneath me. I was not really expecting the Husky to obey, so I was a little taken aback when he did. However, it would make my job a lot easier, so I took full advantage of it.
“Roll over,” I commanded. Moments later, the horny animal was on his back, his schlong standing perfectly vertical between his hind legs. The sight of it sent a shiver of arousal running down my spine and I knew I could wait no longer.
“This is it,” I thought. “My first bestial encounter.”
Taking a deep breath for courage, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the rock-hard prick. A shocked gasp escaped me as I felt the incredible heat emanating from it. It felt exactly like it looked; a bright-red ember. I was so surprised that I almost let go, but my arousal convinced me to hold on. It took a few seconds, but I eventually got used to the heat.
I may still have been a virgin, I knew how handjobs worked. Once I had gotten used to the heat, I began sliding my hand up and down. The Husky seemed to appreciate, because he gave my hand one long lick. Encouraged by this, I increased the speed of my thrusts. Within seconds, I was furiously jerking him off. I had a wide smile plastered across my lips and the fires of bestial lust burning bright within me. I forgot about everything I had been through of late and only focused on the feel of the canine’s shaft between my fingers.
“Already?” I gasped when I felt his cock come to life. It jerked around in my hand for a few seconds before the powerful orgasm that had been building within finally exploded. He had achieved climax in less than a minute when an entire week had left me orgasm-free. But I quickly forgot about that when wave after wave of hot canine semen flew through the air.
“Oh f…” I started as I saw the jizz fly toward my face. I barely had time to close my eyes before it hit me. The sheer force behind the orgasmilk was enough to cover every inch of my face in less than second while my open mouth left the gooey liquid coat my tongue.
“Mmmmm!?” I moaned in a mixture of surprise and arousal. The surprise came from my unplanned first taste of dog cum while the arousal resulted from the incredible sweetness of said cum. My taste buds gorged themselves on the tasty treat, soon convincing me to swallow it.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned again as I started drinking mouthful after mouthful of sweet nectar.
Canine semen flew through the air for what felt like an eternity before the final wave finally oozed out of his manhood. As soon as I felt it slide out of my hand, I pulled away and wiped the cum that clung to my eyelids.
“Wow!” I gasped as I glanced around. I knew my lover’s orgasm had been powerful, but seeing the layer of cum that coated both the Husky and his surroundings told me just how powerful it had been. In fact, my entire upper body was coated in his hot orgasmilk. Speaking of hot, the canine jizz that filled my stomach filled me with a warmth I had never before experienced.
My first sexual encounter had tired me out more than I had anticipated and my wrist was all cramped up. Leaning against the nearby wall, I massaged my sore wrist as I watched my lover recover from his orgasm. But dogs are quite resilient and the Husky soon go to his feet. Strolling over to me, he began licking the cum from by breasts, sending shivers of arousal running down my spine.
I let him lick my boobs for a few minutes before my arousal convinced me it was time to climax. It was time for me to lose my virginity.
“Stop!” I ordered.
The cum-covered canine immediately pulled away and stood there, waiting for my next command. I was about to ask him to roll over so I could get him hard again when I noticed something between his hind legs.
“Wow!” I gasped as I laid eyes on his rock-hard prick. I had no idea how he had gotten aroused so fast, but it did not really matter. Actually, it was the last thing on my mind. All I cared about was how awesome his manhood would feel inside me.
With nothing else required of me, I got into position. As soon as I was on all fours, the Husky took control of the situation. I barely had time to glance back over my shoulder before he mounted me.
“Wow!” I gasped as I felt him squeeze my waist with his front legs. Though he was not a small dog, I had not expected him to be so strong. He had a vice grip hold on me and I knew he could not let go until he had fucked me to climax. Luckily, that was exactly what I wanted.
A smile of anticipation curled my lips as I watched him hop forward. But anticipation was soon replaced with arousal when I felt the tip of his manhood make contact with my engorged labia. I barely had time to realize I was about to get fucked for the first time in my life before he jerked forward.
“Fuck!” I moaned as I felt his prick slide past my lower lips. The cry lingered on as the shaft dove deeper and deeper into me, filling me up like never before. I could feel my pussy wrapped tightly around the schlong as more and more of it penetrated me.
In my mind, things happened in slow motion, but in the real world, they were proceeding at normal speed. It took less than a second for every inch of my tight, virgin pussy to be filled with dog cock. It remained inside me for a few moments before my lover began rocking back and forth, forcing his manhood in and out of me.
“Oh yes!” I moaned as he started pounding me. Each new penetration was more intense than the last and no matter how loud I yelled, my arousal never seemed to stop swelling. Everything was happening at once and I lost bits and pieces. By the time I wrapped my brain around everything I was feeling, the Husky was pounding the living shit out of me. But no matter how hard he fucked me, I wanted more.
“Faster”! I begged. Obedient as always, he increased the speed of this thrust. Within seconds he was ramming me so fast that I became unable to tell when his cock was in and when it was out. Luckily, all I could now think about was the orgasm that grew within me. It was far more powerful than any of the ones I had almost experienced and knew it would result in an unforgettable moment.
“I’m gonna cum!” I soon announced, hoping I was not lying to both my lover and myself. As desperate as I was to climax, I had no way of knowing if that would actually happen. Given the dozens of close calls I had endured over the past seven days, I knew nothing was certain. Anything could happen.
“Please,” I begged fate. “Please let me climax.” And against all odds, that was exactly what happened.
“FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I moaned at the top of my lungs as my pussy started to shake and shiver. I was so stunned that my brain refused to accept what was happening. By the time it finally did, wave after wave of cum was gushing out of my cock-filled pussy. The sweet nectar flew through the air for a few seconds before raining down upon my studly lover and me.
The Husky reached climax a mere second after me and wave after wave of his tasty canine semen was released. The sweet nectar mixed with mine and was sent flying out of me. But as intense as his orgasm was, he kept on fucking me, forcing his prick in and out of my squirting cunt throughout the orgasm. It was not until the final wave oozed out of me that he finally stopped. With one final thrust, he pulled out and dismounted me.
I was so exhausted that every muscle in my body suddenly gave out and I crashed to the cum-covered floor. Fortunately, I was too tired to feel any pain and just lay there, panting for what felt like an eternity.
After a while, I managed to flip onto my back and stared up at the ceiling as I struggled to keep air flowing in and out of my lungs. Every last drop of arousal had been expulsed from my body and for the first time in a week, I was no longer horny. Now that I had come down form my sexual high, I expected to feel guilty about losing my virginity to a dog, but the only emotion that filled me was pride. I had accepted my fate and felt no regret in regards to the bestial acts I had just committed. I was halfway through wondering what perverse sexual encounters the future held for me when I heard something that sent me crashing back to reality.
“Having fun?” asked a woman’s voice from nearby.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped as I sat up to find a young woman staring down at me. As embarrassed as I was to have been caught having sex with a dog, I was more petrified by the fact that I actually knew the newcomer. Her name was Nikki and she was my cousin.
To be continued in Part 2...
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.
Have a horny day,