My First Sexual Experience
by Apple Bottom  (kimcoles1012@yahoo.com)

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This is a story about a young girl and her first sexual experience
involving the family pet. (g, beast)

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Author Notes: This story contains  sexual acts
involving a preteen girl and the family pet. If you 
don't like it, leave. If you do, then enjoy and if 
you're under 18, go visit the Nickelodeon Website.

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This is a work of fiction. It is meant for 
entertainment only. The author does not condone sexual 
relationships of any nature with underage girls or 
child abuse of any kind.

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I guess that I was about 4 when I started rubbing my cunny.
I remember the first time. Mom had just put me in the bath
and has washed me up. Having left the soap in the tub, I 
searched around for it and accidentally rubbed against my 
hairless cunt.

The sensation was one of pleasure and surprise, so I brushed
up against my cunny again. This time I used my fingers to rub
my outer lips when my middle finger accidentally slid between
the folds and touched my clitty. I opened my legs wider and 
pushed all of my fingers betweem my folds and rubbed as fast
as I could.

I was breathing fast and found myself making small noises.
Just as it started to feel like I was going to float away, my 
mother came back into the bathroom and shouted, "Lisa,
what the hell are you doing!" She popped my hand and told
me that little girls didn't do nasty things like that, only little
sluts did. She yanked my out of the tub and roughly dried
me off. She put me to bed and wouldn't let me use my night
light. I remember crying all night, promising that I would
never touch down there again.

When my dad came home, I heard my mom telling him that
they were raising a little slut and I heard my dad trying to 
calm her down. Daddy came into my room later that night and
kisssed me on the cheek and told me that everything would be 
okay. Well, it wasn't. Mommy would shake her head at me and
call me a slut when daddy wasn't home. Daddy and Mommy
fought a lot and one day, mommy took all of her things and
told daddy that he could just raise that little slut by himself.
I cried for mommy to come back, but she never did.

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When I was 5 years old, daddy started working from home 
because he said taht he could save money on day care by 
watching my after I got home from kindergarten. He got me a
new bike that I could ride in the backyard, that way I could 
keep out of his hair while he worked. Unfortunately for me it
was a boys bike and while trying to go fast, my foot slipped off
of the petal and my cunny smashed down on the bar between
my legs.

I screamed and let go of the bike, dropping on my back in the
grass. I immediately grabbed between my legs to soothe the pain.
After about a minute of me rubbing the pain away, I started to
have that feeling that made mommy leave daddy and me. I 
removed my hands, but the feeling didn't go away. I jumped up
and ran into the house so that I could go look at my pee pee in 
the bathroom. I wanted to see if it was bleeding or broken.

Once I was in the bathroom, I locked the door, took off my  
shorts and panties, pulled my step stool up to the toilet, climbed 
on the toilet then the sink. I opened the outer lips of  my cunny 
and saw that it was pink, but not bleeding. I also saw that I had
something small sticking out alittle. I took my index finger and 
softly touched it. 

It felt really good so I touched it again, and again and again. 
My legs were getting tired so I climbed down onto the floor 
and opened my legs wider so that I could touch it better. I felt
so good that I started rubbing harder and faster. This time when
I got that floaty feeling, there was no one there to stop it. I felt
like I was floating and like I had to pee at the same time.

I was breathing so hard and moving my head from side to side,
waiting for my cunny to stop throbbing. Once the best feeling
in the world went away, I touched my cunny again and it was
wet and sticky. I didn't know what that was or where it had come
from so I smelled it and tasted it. It didn't smell or taste like
anything so I reached down to get some more to lick. I stuck my
finger into the little hole there and licked all of the sticky juice
away.

I put my shorts and panties back on and went back outside to ride
my bike. Throughout my bike ride, I found myself rubbing myself 
back and forth on the pole of the bike. The friction from my shorts
made me have that floaty feeling again. I loved that feeling. I couldn't
get enough or make it happen enough. I started doing it everyday 
and everywhere. 

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After about 2 months of me masterbating, there were a series of 
break ins in the neighborhood, so daddy bought a German 
Shephard named Bruce for protection. I spent a lot of time with 
the dog in my room playing dress up. Daddy spent a lot of time in 
his room with the door closed. He hated when I would bother him
and would often yell at me. Daddy would come out to get me dressed
for school, get me from the bus and feed me a snack and dinner.
Other than that, I would never see him, not even if I hurt myself
would he come out.

I found myself masterbating more and more. Most of the time it
was in my room with the door closed and locked. I really liked
rubbing my little button and sticking my finger in the little hole
that I found at the bottom of my cunny. One day while I was
lying on the bed rubbing my wet sticky cunny, Bruce came up 
and stuck his wet nose right on my cunt. I jumped and pushed
him away, but he only came back. I tried closing my legs, but 
Bruce just pushed his head back in between my legs.

I finally gave up and let him have a sniff, thinking that he would
move away after. Bruce sniffed a few times, then he licked me from
the bottom of my cunny to the top. I moaned and opened my legs
wider without even thinking. Bruce licked at my pussy like it was 
an ice cream and I loved the feeling. I got my floaty feeling really
fast and ground my cunny into Bruce's tongue. once the feeling 
went away, Bruce licked up all of my sticky juice and walked over
to the corner and licked himself.

I got up off of the bed and looked around for my panties, finding
them sticking out from under the bed. Bending over to pick them
up, Bruce pounced on me, knocking me on all fours and making
me hit my head on the metal part of the bed. I tried to stand up,
but Bruce was too heavy and I fell back to the floor. He started 
making a humping motion, like he was trying to hump me. I yelled
for my daddy, but he didn't answer or come in to see what was 
wrong.

After about 3 or 4 times trying to get up, I feel Bruce's lipstick 
pushing at the hole at the bottom of my cunny. It hurts, so I yell
out and try harder to stand up, but it doesn't work. Bruce pushes
once more and his lipstick slips into my cunny. It hurts a little at
first, then he humps more and it hurts a lot. I scream and beg 
for my daddy, he doesn't come and Bruce is hurting me, bad.

I'm crying and grunting, trying to push him off, when all of a 
sudden, the pain goes away and Bruce starts to feel good inside
of me. I start to push me butt back against him, making it feel
better for me and I hope for him to. I start to get that floaty feeling
again when something happens. I feel something plugging my 
cunny up and it hurts. Bruce starts humping fast, then lets off
a few yelps as he tries to get off of me. We're stuck! Bruce and I
are stuck and I'm scared that we will stay that way forever. 

I start to cry and try harder to get away from Bruce but it only 
hurts worse. I'm still on all fours, so I just lay my head on the 
ground. I hold on to my bed to stop Bruce from moving because
he has now turned around and his butt is touching mine, but
we are still stuck together. 

I finally feel a gush of liquid and Bruce and I are no longer stuck.
Bruce returns to the corner and starts licking himself. I am still
on all fours, letting all of Bruce's doggy liquid slide out of me. 
He finally comes over and starts licking me clean. It feels good to 
me and I start to get that wonderful floaty feeling again. This time
I yell out as it happens as Bruce finishes cleaning me.

I got up and dressed, so that I could take Bruce outside to play.
Bruce and I became best friends. I didn't need anyone else and
since my daddy hardly ever leaves his room, Bruce is the only
one that watches me. 

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Bruce died when I was 12 years old and I was devastated. My
dad didn't understand why I took it so hard and offered to buy
me a new dog. I didn't want or need another dog. I finally started
making friends since I was finally in Middle School. None of my 
friends were sexual active. I don't even think that they knew what
sex was. Me on the other hand, I couldn't seem to thing about
anything else.

I now have my own apartment and am in college. I have pleanty
of friends and I've had my share of boyfriends and lovers. All of 
my week nights are spent with my boyfriend Brad and my weekends
are spent watching his Great Dane, Luke.

The End