We were both 15 and my family had a b**** Irish Setter and a stud was brought over to breed her. The handler worked the stud around and around trying to him to mount her and he would get in up close and she would pull away. She was in heat but she rejected the stud and eventually the handler had to take his stud and go away. Our dog was in discomfort and my father called this second stud service and they brought around this larger, I guess older stud, he mounted her right away.

For me and my sister it was all so mechanical, biology, my parents spent a bit of time giving us the ins and outs of breeding pure bred dogs and it was all sort of natural to watch. But that night, my sister and I shared a room as we had since birth, and she got on me and mounted me pretending to f*** my behind. We laughed about it, but it was a moment of awakening, one day we would be mounted by some stud and be bred. We were never the same after that night.