Generational zoophiliaI am 65 years old and I live in

Generational zoophilia I am 65 years old and I live in Barcelona, ​​but I was born in a small town in the Pyrenees of Huesca, there I spent my childhood and youth, there I got married and had my first child. When I was not yet 30, my husband and I left to look for better horizons for ourselves, my son and my unborn daughter. Life in the town was hard, the youngest of us divided our time between school (little), games (few) and work helping in our homes. Being an orphan of a father, my mother remarried, but life at home was very tense, my mother's new husband could barely stand my presence. The only time I was relaxed was when, two or three times a week, I slept and spent the day at my grandmother's house, widowed before I was born, my mother's mother, a woman with abundant flesh, a seasoned woman, somewhat rough, but tremendously affectionate. In the village, all of us children were quite ignorant about sex. When I had my first period, I remember it was the beginning of summer, I was bathing in the river with other girls from the town, seeing the blood staining the wet white nightgown I wore to bathe, I was scared, my older friends, after some laughter, tried to calm me down, they only half succeeded. It wasn't until days later, when I went to spend the day with my grandmother, that she explained everything to me with details, signs and natural examples. He talked to me about cows, rabbits, dogs and all of nature. That's when I really calmed down. Sometime before I had a boyfriend and years after my first period, something happened that marked me forever. For some reason I don't remember, there was no class that early spring day. So, ahead of schedule, I walked the 5 kilometers that separated me from my grandmother's house. The sun was bright and the air was fresh. As I approached the house, I passed, as always, by the side of the small corral that my grandmother used for her animals, a mule, a cow, a calf that was a few weeks old, and “Lleuger,” a huge dog that never entered the house. Also, as always, I looked out of the ventilation window, plunging onto the tree stump where I always did so. My intention was to see the calf suckling from its mother, as always. But this time something different caught my attention. When my eyesight adjusted to the gloom inside, I saw the calf in its place, but in a corner, out of sight of anyone who came through the door, was my grandmother, lying under the dog. Innocent of me, the first thing I thought was that something was happening to Lleuger and my grandmother was exploring his crotch to see what it was. Ha! It didn't take more than a few seconds before I understood the reality. My grandmother was, as I say, lying on the floor, completely naked, with her head in the big dog's crotch and... she was putting the dog's cock in and out of her mouth. Jesus! How could my grandmother be putting something so dirty in her mouth, but she must have been enjoying it because one of her hands was in her pussy and she was furiously taking several of her fingers in and out. For a moment I thought about going home, but something in me made me unable to take away the sight of the panting dog that was beginning to fuck in my grandmother's mouth. My grandmother's hairy slit was facing directly into my line of vision. He inserted four fingers in and out at extreme speed. Between Lleuger's soft gasps he clearly heard the old woman's pleasurable moos. At some point something inside my mind went off, I only had eyes for the red fuck that went in and out of his mouth, leaving out a knot of red flesh the size of an orange. Instinctively I lowered one of my hands to my almost hairless pussy, beginning to caress my slit with my fingers, noticing how the flows from inside slid down the inside of my thighs. When that dog's movements seemed to indicate the end, my grandmother took the canine cock out of her mouth, saying. -Don't go running Lleuger... good dog... don't you want your mistress to give you her pussy... so you can fuck it... like you fuck the neighbor's dog...? I watched as my grandmother got on all fours next to the dog, who, moving nervously, put his nose on the old woman's back and gave a few licks. -Ooooooooohj... like this..... like this..... like this..... in t.... the whole piiiiii.... aaaaaaaaah... the pipaaaaaaah... lick.... lick.... lick my pussyoooooooh... sssssiiiiiiiii... the ass... ass sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh... My grandmother's voices were voices of freedom, the freedom of those who believe themselves alone. In his horniness he didn't even imagine that there was someone watching his copulation with a dog. Only a few seconds passed, then the nervous animal raised its front legs on top of her, immediately starting a frantic fucking movement, but that bright red cock did not enter any of the holes, the tip of the cock was hitting the upper part of the vagina that it wanted to penetrate like a hammer. -Dammmeeeeee... give me hard.... give me hard in the p... laaaaaahhh... uuuuuuf... pipaaaaaaah... mmmm.... I'm coming..... I'm coming... allaaaaaaahhh... takeaaaaa.... I saw the entire scene in profile, I could see how my grandmother's plump body, all sweaty, shook from what I assumed was an orgasm. Then she buried her head in her arms, making her tremendous ass more open and higher, making it even more difficult for Lleuger to insert that bar of red meat inside the old woman. -Calm down... calm down my love... now you will come inside... Do you want to? - my grandmother said as she passed her right hand between her own legs. She felt until she found the vibrating clapper, which longed to get inside her. He grabbed that cock tightly, just below the knot of moist and throbbing flesh, directing it as best he could to the bush of hair on his big pussy. Seen and unseen the entire length of the canine penis disappeared inside my grandmother, even the ball. In the dog's next fucking movements, not a piece of the cock came out, the movements seemed intended to rub the inside of the pussy with the ball. -Aaaaaaaaaaag... - she howled in pain - mmmmmmmm... you have me... grrrrrr... metiiiiiii.... grrrrrrrrr... you have put the b... gusssssssssstoooooooooh... My pussy was a source of broth, during the copulation period I had cummed twice, which was worthy of being celebrated. I had never masturbated, I had never come, and with that infernal vision I had come twice. My panties were so wet as if I had peed on them. The old woman's broken words made me even hornier. I even came two more times watching the wild movements of that horny mutt fucking my grandmother. It was then, when her movements became more violent, when I saw my grandmother's face, she had her cheek resting on the ground, she looked me directly in the eyes, she was not angry, she saw me, but she was not angry, she was surprised and seemed ashamed. After a brutal acceleration, the mutt stopped and, taking the grandmother off his horse, stood with his hairy ass stuck to the union of the gigantic spheres that formed my grandmother's enormous ass. They were buttoned, held together by the impossibly sized ball of meat that was on the dog's cock, stuffed as far as it could go into my granny's pussy. -Anitaaaaaaaaaaah... - my grandmother called me without changing her position - no.... nnnnnnnoooooo... mmmmmm... look at me... aaaaaaaaaaahhhh... you... you can't.... you aressssss.... aaaaaaaaah... what a pleasure... he gives me the puppyoooooooh... with all his p.... cockaaaaaaaah... inside.... mmmmmmmm.... grrrrrrr.... it's me... it's filling... the c... pussy with milkeeeeeeeeeeej... mmmmmm... I palpitate... my cock palpitates... Another minute passed until I came again, violently pulling on my clit. I was going to leave when I saw the grandmother's eyes bathed in tears in a silent cry. The shame he had felt just before he came was the only thing his face reflected. I wanted to tell him that nothing was wrong and everything was fine, instead I ran away, never to come back. All my relatives wondered why I changed my attitude. I never commented anything, not even to my confessor. The change in my attitude was more profound than those close to me thought. Every night I masturbated violently having the image of my grandmother's buttocks offered while the dog penetrated her with the speed of a hammer. I came two or three times dreaming that I was the one who offered myself to any dog, the one who let myself be fucked in a thousand ways by a wet, hard cock. It wasn't until my wedding day that I saw my grandmother again, she had barely changed, as kind and cheerful as ever. In my mind I couldn't help but see her lying on the floor, with Lleuger's big cock in her mouth, seeing her on all fours penetrated by the dog's cock. My mind made my hormones react by soaking my vagina. That night was the night of my deflowering, my husband was not a good lover, but that night I was so horny that the three minutes I usually lasted were enough for me to come screaming like a crazy person. From that moment Raul, my husband, thought I was the best lover in the world. Shortly after I got married I got pregnant right around the time my stepfather died. When my first son arrived at 6 years old, he wanted a dog. I had never managed to get rid of my old obsession, that's why I denied it, although always with banal excuses, in the middle of the countryside it is very normal to have one dog or more. The fact is that one day my elderly grandmother and my mother decided to give my son a dog, Agafador. A beautiful animal with black hair on its back and cinnamon on its chest, one year old, the son of one of my mother's dogs, which in turn was Lleuger's son. I didn't wait even 2 days, one day when my husband was in the field and my son was at school, I picked up Agafador and took him to the shed where we kept the farming tools. It was a small place but clean and tidy. Once we were both in the shed I closed the shelf, made sure the only window was closed and sitting on a stool I began to pet the dog. I immediately moved on by starting to gently touch his cock. It didn't take long for Agafador to get horny, he stuck out his tongue and breathed as if he had run a race, at the same time as his cock came out of its sheath and grew to its maximum expression. I couldn't contain myself anymore, my old obsession made me undress in a hurry. While he did it, Agafador lay down and did not stop licking his red cock. When I was naked the animal got up and started licking my hands. I didn't need to guide him much, bringing my hands closer to my wet groin I got him to give me the four licks that my pussy was missing so that I would lose any hint of shame I had left. My pussy was dripping with large amounts of liquid. When my beloved dog lay down again, while he licked himself I sat back down on the stool continuing with the sweet handjob I was giving him. I was masturbating Agafador for a while, but I had to do something else, otherwise he would cum and I would be left wanting. I didn't need to do anything, Agafador, with nervous movements, climbed onto my knees, making a frantic push-and-pull movement on my shin. I got off the stool and Agafador looked for the back of me. As soon as I had fallen on all fours the dog already knew what he had to do, he stood behind me holding me tightly by the waist. Agafador's shaking began at the same time that I noticed the blows of his cock against my slit. It was the end, the bud of his cock hit me directly on the clitoris with force, but the softness of the cock caused my orgasm to approach faster than I myself would have expected. I could feel the entire trunk of the canine cock sliding throughout the slit. I put my hand on top of the reddish member, pressing it against the junction of the labia majora. The orgasm came in waves. -Yes... yes... give me cock... give me cock... aaaaaaaaaaahh... I'm coming... what... what puuuuu... I myself was surprised that those words left my lips, I normally fucked my husband without giving a single scream, normally we did it in the dark. But there I was bawling like a deer in heat, bawling because a dog was rubbing my pussy with his stiff cock. I don't know how it happened, but the fact is that the animal, in one of its attacks, must have retreated more than necessary and my hand that was still on my privacy guided Agafador's cipoton into my doormat. It was worse that when I lost my virginity, that rod of flesh materially penetrated me beyond the bottom of my vagina, the thin tip of the cocoon penetrated a little into my womb. In addition to the two or three hits of Agafador's kidney, I noticed how the door of my pussy widened to the point of paroxysm and the penetration became even deeper. I won't lie, I felt pain, but a pain unlike any I had felt before, the pain of having so much flesh in my pussy that the walls had to give way, the pain that with every movement the ball of flesh made inside me, trying to get out and then penetrating beyond where my pussy would allow. I was on the verge of losing consciousness because of the pain, then, coming from somewhere in the back of my mind, a very powerful orgasm appeared, it came as if from nowhere, a powerful orgasm like an explosion, it came without warning, it was so strong that I even wet myself. The orgasm coincided with the last thrusts of my four-legged lover, the hardest, the deepest, which filled my interior with an unimaginable amount of cum, it was like a hose of milk that was putting out a fire in my womb. I would have let myself fall to the ground, but the ball of flesh at the base of Agafador's cock kept us in an intimate union. Agafador dismounted from me, pressing his ass against mine, I noticed how my powerful orgasm was prolonged by the almost constant discharges of milk deep inside my pussy. -Aaaaaaaaah... dammm.... give meeeee.... give me milk...... uuuuuuuff... fuck... what a great fuck... mmmm... you do..... mmmmmmm... you know how to fuck... mmmm.... The coupling lasted long minutes after our run, my internal clock told me that more than 10 minutes had passed since my tremendous orgasm and I was still hooked on Agafador, who continued breathing heavily and continued releasing small discharges of sperm inside me. It was the worst time of my life, I was hooked on a dog, I had just come, I felt satisfied, but what if someone tried to break into the shed? The minutes seemed eternal to me. When we finally unhooked between my legs there was a puddle of my fluids, dog sperm and my urine. As best I could, I stood up and got dressed. I opened the shed door and Agafador ran out into the open field. When I left I stood in front of the door and stretched, my muscles were numb. Something caught my attention behind me. Leaning against the wall of the shed, one on each side of the door were my mother and my grandmother. They both looked at me with a mischievous smile. -Because of something like this you stopped talking to me for years, do you think it was worth it? - my grandmother said The truth is that it wasn't worth it, it seems that liking dogs runs in the family. WILL IT CONTINUE?