Beastiality my First Time

Bestiality, my first time
Today I turned 51 years old and this is my story. I was brought up on a farm and married a widowed farmer when I was 22 and he was 55. I am far from being good looking but I’m not ugly either. I am what you would call sturdy at 5’6” and weigh 155 lbs. The only fat on my body is in my large tits which are 40dd. From the time I was 7 I milked our cows and fed the rest of the animals on my Dad’s farm. I helped in the planting and harvesting of our various crops. We owned about 800 acres and planted alfalfa, barley, corn and cotton rotating them. My dad believed the bible and would let a portion of the fields lay fallow every seven year.

The town we lived near was pretty small. It had a hardwood store, a post office, a barber shop, a drug store, a small market, a lumber yard, several commercial stores and of course a bar. The population was 1,123 so you can see there were not a lot of boys beating down my door to take me out. In fact I never had a date until the widower asked my Dad if he could marry me. Our first and only date was a trip to the drug store for a coke.

Growing up the only thing I new about sex was what I learned when my Dad bread our stallion to our mare and our Ass. It took me a while to understand why I would get flushed and get a funny feeling between my legs when I help my Dad breed the stallion. Sometimes I had to guide their huge cocks into the females while Dad held the Mare and the Ass still. By the time I was 15 we had six horses and 3 mules to help with the farming. We had two tractors but my Dad preferred using the mules and horses most of the time. Each time we bred the stallion and also later his offspring I would get all wet between my legs. I was nineteen when I played with myself the first time and had my first climax. In fact when I came it scared the hell out of me but at the same time it felt really good. I started fingering my self once or twice a week for the release I got.

I married John the widower and he took me to the city for our honeymoon. I guess my Dad told John I was a Virgin and didn’t know anything about sex. On the way to the city he gave me a book to read about sex. It had pictures and by the time we got to the hotel my panties were all wet from my vagina oozing my juices that the book and pictures had aroused in me. John took me out to eat and a picture show. It was only the second picture I had ever seen. When we got back to the hotel room John told me to take a shower and then get into bed. I was laying in bed in the dark without my night gown on when John got into bed with me.

John began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. He kissed my neck several times and then he took my left breast into his mouth as he continued to squeeze and fondle my other one. He sucked my nipple and as I looked down I saw how far my nipples had popped out. I have very large dark areolas and my nipples were almost 3/8ths of an inch around. I was becoming very wet between my legs when John slid his hand between my legs and I felt his finger enter the folds of my vagina. He pushed one then two up inside me until I felt him hit something inside me that prevented him from going any deeper.

John started shoving his fingers in and out of me and when he took his thumb and rubbed it over the top part of my slit a tremendous feeling ran over my whole body.