My First Experience – Story 1

Have you ever done something you just knew you weren’t supposed to but couldn’t stop yourself in time? That barely begins to describe my first step on the path to being a confirmed petlover.

I was in a foreign country, enjoying my holiday but unable to adjust to the strange hours and consequently sleep eluded me. I had been to the public baths earlier in the evening with my Japanese “family” and now I was snuggled down into a traditional futon trying to find sleep but I was restless and began looking for something to read. Those of you who have slept on a real futon, in a real Japanese home know you’re on the floor, surrounded by sweet smelling tatami mats and linens that have the lingering scent of lemon. I could hear the elevated train rumble in the distance and a faint light illuminated the paper screens covering the windows from the street lamp below. Being on floor level in a prone position transforms your perspective, literally and figuratively, and mine altered drastically and profoundly that night. I had read all my books and travel guides a number of times so I was on the quest for something new – something to numb my mind and let sleep wash over me. My eyes eventually came to rest on a small door at the bottom of a traditional todana (futon cupboard). It seems to be such a small thing as I relate it here but the moment I reached for that private little door and put my hand inside my world was destined to change. My fingers wrapped around the papers tucked inside and pulled them out into the light of my little reading lamp set there on the tatami mats near me. Success! A couple of magazines to look at – even if I couldn’t read Japanese I could thumb through the pictures my mind reasoned. It turns out there really wasn’t an awful lot to read – actually I had pulled out someone’s secret stash of hentai chronicles. If you are not familiar with this form of entertainment, they are Japanese illustrations of an extremely sexual nature. Some are rather cartoonish and others bordering on the realm of true art, similar to graphic novels here in the U.S.  My interest was piqued; I sat up on my futon and crossed my legs preparing to invade someone’s privacy just so I could eventually sleep.

Graphic novels do not require words and I didn’t require any that night, one hand was holding the magazine (which, of course, is read back to front compared to European standards) and the other hand ultimately ended up absently between my legs stroking my clit and delving into my pussy to play with my wetness. It’s amazing how the secret and forbidden, looking at someone else’s things specifically, can immediately inflame our imagination and lust. As my heart pounded wildly I perused from story line to story line until I came across one with a Samurai and his woman, he had forced her to her knees on a futon and led a large dog into the room. My eyes flew over the pages as this beautifully illustrated dog shoved his head under her kimono and pushed it up around her waist so he could have access to her inexperienced cunt. Cut to a picture of her face, lips trembling, eyes closed, neatly coiffed hair now escaping down around her face. He is slipping his tongue deep into her channel, the wetness slipping from her with perfect depiction. Next we see the dog’s gorgeous cock growing out from its sheath and glistening wetness spraying from the tip all over her pussy and the backs of her thighs. She is positioned even lower now, belly dipping to the floor, her tiny ass high in the air as the dog begins to mount her quivering form. Another cut away to a close shot of his cock slipping into her made my mouth drop open, short panting breaths coupled with low moans issue from my throat and brought me to my knees (literally). I found myself there on my futon – my posture mimicking her own. My hand clutching the magazine, the wet fingers of my other hand were dancing over my clit and into my wetness when I was startled to almost shrieking.

There was the family cat brushing up against my thigh, long dappled fur caressing my skin. I clapped my hand over my mouth and hoped that I hadn’t woken anyone in the house. I waited quietly, listening for other voices but there was only the cat moving in and around my legs. Fifteen minutes ago I wouldn’t have considered that cat as anything other than a cat, but now I could imagine the softness of his fur enflaming me, his tongue stroking me. I rolled over onto to my back, legs trailing off the edge of the futon onto the tatami mats and dabbed my wet fingers onto my nipple. Chrysanthemum – cats have names too – trotted up my body with the ease of a longtime lover to see what was being offered and evidentially he liked what was on the menu. His raspy tongue worried at my nipple, he’s teeth grazed the erect flesh there, over and over again I could feel that rough little tongue stroking me. I was gasping in ecstasy and filled with lustful amazement.  This beautiful little creature as a sexual playmate, incredible. I dabbed more pussy juice on my other nipple and was gratified with a similar reception there, eventually trailing my cream down my tummy in an effort to entice him to the source. My eyes kept slipping back to the drawings of this dog fucking his woman, the boxes depicting the movement of his hard cock were amazing and I could imagine her wetness, could smell the copper scent of sex in the air. He had her firmly in his canine embrace and her sounds of indignation had turned to moans (that translates into any language). Chrysanthemum had found my pussy and was intently rasping my inner thighs, the top of my mons, the secret pucker of my ass, everywhere but my nearly explosive clit. I finally tempted him by slipping my fingers lower and gently spreading my pussy lips open to him. Each lick at my cunt brought his tongue up over my clit, stroking, stroking, the graphic novel and all its revelations had slipped from my hand and my orgasm overtook me. Wave after wave of convulsing pleasure pushed through me and there was that sweet cat, almost as though he knew each pass of his tongue was making me crazy, my body refusing to give up this incredible orgasm. I finally gently pushed his head away and pulled him up onto my aching breasts. His soft purr and kneading paws lulled me to sleep.

From that day to this I have wished to find a copy of that first depiction of petlove but I have been unable to find it or even a hint that it existed.

I am looking forward to telling you of my first experience with a dog. 

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