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Synopsis: My name is Janet. I met Danny when I was almost twenty.
Danny
By Janet Baker
Danny was the first love of my life. I was nineteen at the time, Danny was
younger but that was all right, he made up for our age difference by his
unlimited enthusiasm and his devotion to me.
I lived on a farm. Danny came to live with us. He was an orphan, his
father unknown, his mother killed in an auto accident. Danny was bereft,
he cried constantly. I comforted him and we became inseparable.
We took long walks in the woods surrounding our farm. We had oak trees,
many conifers, huckleberry patches and a stream that flowed languidly
through the pasture. Our favorite retreat was a small clearing covered
with pine needles in the midst of a small copse of evergreens. There in
this peaceful, fragrant bower we would lounge. I would caress and stroke
him -- he loved my attention.
We walked along the stream, occasionally catching an unwary crayfish then
returning it to the water. Danny was very good at catching them -- he
clearly enjoyed it.
One day as we relaxed in our private retreat, I had a slight discharge and
took my panties off, pulling my skirt up to my waist. Danny took this as
an invitation since my privates were exposed and had an attractive odor.
Danny came to me and started to lick my labia.
I spread my legs, giving him better access. It was a new experience for
me, the electric feeling surged through me, I breathed deeply, thrust my
groin at him, urging him to lick me deeper. He eagerly lapped away while I
had my first orgasms with him. I was so excited. I saw that he was
becoming erect and he moved closer to my privates, clearly desiring entry.
I lay back, encouraging him -- he entered me -- completely. I was his
first and he was so strong, so vigorous. He thrust again and yet again,
finally exploding with an orgasm. We lay quietly together as he spurted
and spurted finally ending and withdrawing. We lay together on the pine
needle blanket, gazing at each other, love in our eyes. Danny revived, his
erection returning -- he nudged me -- I rolled over onto my knees, pulled
my knees up under me, my behind raised high and eager. I reached around
behind myself, pulled my cheeks apart to aid entry anew. Danny entered me
again and seemingly without flagging he rummaged and thrust and thrust,
finally having another orgasm. We remained together while he continued to
spurt into me. I felt his prick -- I felt the sperm entering my vagina.
Oh, my God!! The sensations to me -- a virgin -- were unworldly. I had
never experienced such joy, such pleasure. Oh Danny, Danny I love you so -
- I want you in me again.
After that, Danny and I were almost inseparable. We took so many walks in
the woods. I took a basket with snacks and a blanket. I also learned that
Danny was somewhat submissive and liked to wear a collar that I would put
on him when no one else could see us. He knew that when I put the collar
on him that sex was coming. I might even lead him with a leash as we
strolled along the stream -- it was private -- no one would see Danny in
his collar. It was something between us -- only us. I would spread the
blanket on the pine needles, thrust my behind upward and Danny would enter
me, screwing me most royally. I might spread the blanket on a log, lie
down on my back, spread my legs well apart, inviting Danny to enter me
again. Winter naturally demanded that we use the barn for our
passionate couplings. After father was finished with milking the cows,
Danny and I would creep into the barn, find a soft place in the straw,
spread the blanket and make love.
All good things come to an end. I had to think of a career or marriage or
both. Danny was out of the question so I dated and finally found a mate.
From time to time I returned to the farm and Danny and I would take a long
walk, reprising our lost love and our passion.
I would think of him often, even now, years later with two children and my
loving husband. I would lie in bed with John and reflect on Danny and our
good times together.
Danny the Irish Wolfhound, my first love.
© 2009 Janet Baker
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