Hi. My name is Isabella, I’m 16 years old, and I’m going to share my story about my intimate experience with my dog, Ben. It all began during a school break when I was home alone with our Irish Wolfhound. We’d had him for two years, and we spent most of our time playing together. That day, though, for reasons I couldn’t understand, I became curious about his genitals. I wasn’t used to seeing naked boys, so I thought his penis looked similar to a man’s.
I wanted to see what it felt like to hold male genitals, so I touched it. It started to grow, and by the end, it turned red, which made me uncomfortable, so I decided to stop. But that was a mistake. Once Ben felt this new, pleasurable sensation, he started jumping around me and trying to knock me down. I’d never realized how strong dogs could be, but I managed to hold my ground. After a few hours, I wanted to go out with my best friend and decided to take a bath. Subconsciously, because I was home alone, I didn’t close the bathroom door. When I was naked in the bathroom, Ben came in, and I tried to shoo him out. I couldn’t, though, and Ben seemed to pick up on my earlier playfulness, sniffing at my private area.
I tried to push him out, but Ben became sexually aggressive and started wrestling with me, trying to pin me down. After a while, I ran out of strength and fell to the ground, struggling to keep my balance on the tiles. I felt my tired body collapse as Ben hugged me with his paws. Suddenly, there was intense pain and shock—Ben had penetrated me. I had lost my virginity to my dog. He didn’t seem to care about my discomfort. At first, I cried, but no one was there to comfort me. Over time, the pain lessened, and I even started to feel some pleasure. But at the same time, it felt disgusting, and I wanted to escape. When I tried to pull Ben out of me, it didn’t work. The worst was yet to come—I felt Ben’s penis pulsate, and a warm sensation flooded my lower abdomen. He had ejaculated inside me. I panicked. What if I got pregnant? I wasn’t on birth control.
I was overwhelmed with hysteria but remained trapped under Ben. No matter what I did, it only made things worse, and he came inside me again. After about half an hour, Ben finally pulled out with a splash, and I immediately washed myself. Ben wandered off, and I didn’t care where he went. I spent the next few days searching for answers online, trying to figure out if I could get pregnant from this. Thankfully, I learned that while it’s theoretically possible for a dog’s sperm to penetrate a human egg, the difference in chromosomes prevents pregnancy. Relieved, I spent a long time thinking about whether I’d ever try something like that again, but I’ll write about that another time.