How I wanted my first experience

this is a retelling of my first experience with beastiality. It is about half true, names and locations have been altered to keep aninemity. It should go without saying that this story involves themes of beastiality, and more focused on the first experience and my emotions involved with it. I hope you enjoy!



All my life I knew I was a little different when it came to my sexual desires. Perhaps it was early exposure, or repressed home life, or a combonation of the two. Maybe it was just my particular kink and dark fantasy, so secret and yet so strong that I had never previously been able to share it, nor did I even have the ability to lool into such desires.

My desire was of course for that of beastiality. Such a simple but powerful concept and action that I always felt compelled to seek out such fantasies. My desire was simple enough, not having a great deal of lust for any interaction myself, or at least not too much at first, but to find a woman who shared in my lustful desires.

I had dated, slept with, talked to, flirted, and pleasured many women in my past, none of whom had even the slightest desire to match my passion. That is, until I met Sarah.

Sarah was a very pretty girl who I had met online in an attempt to not only find love, but also find friendship (being an introvert makes discovering friends a challenge at times). She was a simple girl, not so over the top in fashion that she looked rediculous, nor was she so plain that your eyes merely passed over when when scanning the room. She was delightfully pretty. Shoulder length blomd hair with slight curls, full firm breasts, and a delightful mischievous twinkle in her eye.

We met for the evening to get dinner and chat, and help with school assignments she had. Sarah requested my help and I happy obliged, science being one of my favorite subjects. After the sun set and our dinner settled, we retired to Sarah’s car where we talked more for about 30 minutes.

It was around this time that our topic of conversation steered towards our affection for one another. It was at this time I discovered that her feelings towards me mirrored my own

I hastily decided to act upon the situation and leaned in to kiss Sarah. It began as a soft and sensual kiss, but our lust for one another became quickly apparent. Our tongues entwined as my heart raced. Our lips grazed one another and my heart skipped a beat.

My body was acting of its own as I gave in to my desires, my hands reached up first to cup the back of her head, then to drift slowly down. My heart spead into overdrive as I neared the rise of her magnificent breasts, a part of me feared she may not want to move so fast, the other was dying to feel every inch of her and fulfill her every need.

I took the chance, my fingers slipped down across her silky skin and began gently inserting into her shirt. To my great surprise and relief, Sarah thrusted her chest outward ever so slightly, this signal I took with great joy as I slid my fingers further down and caught the edge of her bra. This time I did not hesitate, but instead slid my finders further south onto the softest skin.

My lips and tongue keeping with the theme of the moment, began to trace their way across Sarah’s jaw line.