My First Time
                              by someone's wife

My husband would probably kill me if he saw this file.  It's a good thing I
know how to use the 'file shredder' utility.  After I upload it, I'll make
sure there's no evidence of it here.  I'll also change or leave out just
enough that he can't recognize me in the story if he ever reads this on the
net.  I just had a funny thought about how many of you guys might wonder if
this is your wife's story of her first sexual contact.  Have you shared the
internet with her? Even in passing?  Hmmmm!  This is going to be fun!  I think
you'll see why I can't just tell him (or you, if you're him) about it.

I had just turned 12.  Like many girls I shot passed many of the boys in my
6th grade class.  On my birthday I was 4'11" and weighed 88 pounds.  In the
spring that year I had noticed the first signs of expansion in the little
bumps on my chest.  That summer, like most in the past, my hair would be sun
bleached and body tanned, although this summer would be different in several
ways: it was the first one I felt totally awkward in a swim suit (and cared),
I also became aware of how 'older' boys looked at me.  I didn't know at the
time whether it was in lust or revulsion.

There were many stirrings in my body; I was very curious about sexual things
and had begun masturbating in earnest; I mean like every chance I got!  I was
totally fascinated by how I could get moist down there, almost gooey!  I loved
the way it felt to stroke around the little button at the top of my secret
place.  My peach fuzz didn't really sprout into real pubic hair until the
following spring and I loved the smooth velvety feel of my mound as I'd rub my
button.  By Xmas I had enough swells on my chest to get my first training bra.
But all of that is jumping ahead a little.  My *first time* happened that
spring and would lead to a summer of sexual activity unmatched since. One in
which I'd look for every opportunity, actually create many with what was --I
realize know-- reckless abandon.  We almost got caught several times, but
those are other stories.

This is about the first time.  It happened on one of the first really nice
Saturdays that spring.  I had spring fever bad!  Dad and my older brother had
gone trout fishing and mom wanted to go antique shopping.  I begged off,
longing to just be out in the spring grass and warm sun.  I was a little
frustrated because I found last year's suit to be too tight everywhere.  I'd
have to get a new one for summer for sure, but it would do for today.

I'd been laying in the cool grass face up for about five minutes when I
realized he was there.  We began a playful game as we had many times in the
past. Innocent teasing and chasing.  Today though, it would not stay so
innocent!  Looking back I realize he was more sexually mature than I; although
I had never considered that before.  I think now, he knew exactly what he
wanted that day!

We were soon wrestling and rolling on the ground. He out weighed me by at
least 10 pounds, maybe more. He ended up on top, kissing my face until I was
helpless with the giggles.  When he did it on my chest in the "V" of my too
tight swim top it sent a shot to that secret place between my legs.  I tried
to scramble out from under him and he planted one right between my slim legs
on the tight fabric covering, almost biting into my 12 year old virgin pussy.
It was like electricity!  I let out a whoop I was sure would attract someone!

I pushed him away.  "Not here! ...my room!"  And just that quickly we were
headed for the privacy of the house.  I felt my gooey secretions as I walked
up the stairs with him right behind me.  My heart raced and tummy had excited
butterflies in it.  I didn't know for sure what we were going to do.  I just
knew it was going to be nasty! ...and lots of fun!

I closed my room door and locked it.  I sat on the edge of the bed and undid
the swim top while peering him right in his beautiful brown eyes.  He blinked
as he looked at my little girl chest.  He approached the bed.  I sat there
with my chest thrust forward trying to maximize what I didn't yet have.  He
kissed and licked one then the other!  I was on fire and began whimpering.  I
would turn, offering one, then the other to his tongue.  I had noticed how my
little nipples would get hard when I rubbed *down there* but never as hard as
this!

I didn't even know what I wanted!  Somehow I knew that he would give it to me
what ever it was!  I flopped back on my bed, my butt at the edge and legs
slightly spread.  He was immediately at my crotch.  My hands trembled as I
worked my thumbs into the tight waistband.  I lifted my legs almost to my
chest as I quickly worked my too tight swim suit bottom down my young thighs
and off.  His tongue was already spreading the damp folds of my bald little
gash.

My hips hunched with a mind of their own as his relentless tongue went to
work.  I held his head in my hands trying to direct his attention to that
little swollen button.  I don't know how long it took, time seemed to stand
still, and I wanted it to last forever! I don't know when my hands left his
head, but they did. I had grabbed my pillow and pushed it to my face, somehow
knowing that my scream would have woke the dead in the graveyard on the other
side of town if I didn't muffle it.  I had brought my self to little peaks
before, but I guess I didn't know how to build it higher, or had gotten scared
of the sensations, or something.  All I know is that this wasn't a peak.  It
was a mountain.  A mountain that turned out to be a dam.  A dam holding back
an ocean!  That's the only way to describe it!

Still he ate on!  Tilting his head this way and that, lapping at my juices.
My hips would shake with aftershocks.  I could finally take no more.  I slid
off the bed, setting on the floor.  I took his head in my arms and held it to
my chest.

That's when I noticed... his... maleness.  I had actually only seen a male
penis once when my older brother got out of the shower with the hall door open
a little.  It was a short little thing barely peeking out of his dense curly
hairs down there.  Mom had explained about pubic hair and male and female
parts, and periods and...  Anyway, this was nothing like my brother's.  I
don't know what I expected, but this was long and sort of redish in color and
I wanted to get a closer look at it.  I had him lay down on the bed.  He
watched as I stroked his tummy, studying the organ, and then with a trembling
hand, I touched it!  It was hotter than I had expected.  It twitched and I
jerked my hand back.  Some of its wetness was on my fingers.  My heart raced
as I brought my fingers to my nose; I flared my nostrils trying to detect any
odor.  It was subtle.  I tasted it, tentatively at first.  Then I knew; my
tummy was fluttering again and my little pussy twitched at the thought: I
wanted to do him as he had done me.  It was perverse and nasty and right and
natural all at the same time; it was only fair, he had given me such pleasure
that way.

I watched his face for any sign of protest as I lowered my head toward his
cock!  Seeing none, when I knew I was close I turned and focused on the
flaring tip, opening my mouth and judged the shaft into my mouth, like an
astronaut lining up with the docking shaft on another space craft.  Contact!
We had a good docking!  It was hot and velvety!  It tasted a little salty, but
not bad.  I could feel his heartbeat in it! Or maybe it was mine.  Wow!  I had
no idea what I was doing!  I tried not to bite with my teeth, I licked, I
sucked, I rubbed the shaft with my hand!  I let the shaft go deep to the back
of my mouth.  I felt a little gagging, so I backed up a little.  I heard a
moan and a whimper and it was me!  I loved it!  My pussy began to tingle
again.  My legs spread as I leaned on my side, almost resting my head on his
tummy above his male organ sliding around, in and out of my mouth!  I lowered
my hand a little further and found his ball sack.  I fondled it in my hand
felling the walnut size eggs in it.  I was a little surprised at how soft his
hair was there; I guess I expected it to be course.

He began hunching at my face.  His dick swelled as I massaged his ball sack.
I was wondering how much bigger the thing would get when I felt a surge shoot
through the shaft toward my nursing mouth.  It squirted hotly across my tongue
as I pulled my mouth off of the twitching shaft, not sure if he was peeing or
what.  I crossed my eyes focusing on the tip as another gush sprang from it.
I new it wasn't pee; it was a clear-whitish color.  It was also thicker than
piss.  I was already tasting that first spurt on my tongue as the second spurt
hit my chin.  It didn't taste bad. Salty and little pugnant maybe, but very
hot.  I remembered my mom's description of the whitish fluid that a male
contributes to make a baby.  That's what this was!  Then my pussy twitched
again remembering the orgasm he had given me with his tongue.  I immediately
deduced that this squirting of juice was his version of the explosion I had,
and that babies couldn't be made this way, not in your mouth!  Again, it was
only right and fair that I finish him this way; by the middle of the third
squirt, my mouth was locked tightly over the twitching shaft.  My mouth filled
with his juice as another electric shock surged through my groin.  We both
whimpered and groaned as I milked his cock into my hungry mouth.

About when I was wondering how much there was going to be, could I hold it
all?  Should I swallow? His flow subsided.  I sat up, using the back of my
hand to wipe some from my chin into my mouth, still awash with his spunk.  I
scooted up on the bed spreading my legs on each side of his head.  I rolled
the thinly tectured juice around in my mouth savoring it.  I decided I liked
it, swallowing twice to get it all down, licking and smacking my lips
recording the new taste.  He was already licking my dripping twat again!

He licked me to another orgasm, not quite as intense as the first one, but I
stayed up there longer. As I began coming down a little, I ran my fingers
around his ears to the back of his head and said, "Well lover, there's only
one thing left to do as far as I know!"  I rolled over, pulled my knees up and
stuck my ass in the air.  "I hope you know how, cause I can only guess!  I
just know that I want it!"

He licked me fully that way, pussy to butt hole, a couple of times.  Then he
mounted me, his paws initially on my shoulder blades, then as his furry belly
used the crack of my upturned little girl buns to line up his doggy dick with
my virgin human fuck hole, he wrapped his paws around my middle, pulling me
back to his bobbing slimy sex stick.  It missed my little girl hole, stroking
around my extended little button, sending another round of electric shocks
through my quivering loins.  I reached a hand down and under, guiding his
pointed tip to my wet inner lips.  I don't think I had a fully intact hymen; I
had explored the tight opening with my fingers before.  There was the very
briefest of burning sensation, a little painful; it past quickly!

In one or two quick strokes he was in me twice as deep as my finger had ever
been.  He popped out several times as he quickly hunched at my upturned
hindquarter. Each time I guided him back in.  I heard his panting and realized
I was too!  I bit my bed clothes and then my knuckle as he drove his doggy
dick deeper and faster into my tender little girl body.  A new sensation was
introduced: he was now so deep he had pushed a swollen knot at the base of his
doggy shaft into my opening, stretching it even tighter.  I felt him hitting
something deep inside of me; he twitched there and I shuttered all over!

My belly suddenly felt warm with a new liquid feeling and got even more
squishy; I knew he shot another dose of doggy sperm into my tummy.  I got an
image of me nursing a litter of puppies and giggled.  I knew it wasn't really
possible, it was just a silly image!

At that moment I felt closer to Prince than I had ever felt to anyone; he
still clutched me gently around my chest, his big furry head all most nustling
into my shoulder and neck.  He licked my ear and cheek as I turned toward him.
I would have kissed his mouth if he'd let me.  He was no longer hunching and
seemed to want to back off; we both realized he was tightly embedded in me.
The spreading wetness and his relaxation let his knob finally pop out.  He
pulled back and I fell forward as slimy juice ran from my hole down one thigh.
Prince licked me clean.  I had no strength or desire to shoo him away.  Prince
finally got off the bed and laid on the floor licking himself.

As I examined myself and my bed sheet there was the slightest evidence of
blood in the juices that were everywhere.  If my mother had realized I washed
my own bed sheets that day, she'd have known something was up! I know I should
have felt guilty about what I had done, but I didn't.  Sure it wasn't
something I was going to tell anyone about, until now, and anonymously.  That
was the first time; many would follow!  That summer I was Princes' bitch; we
did it every chance I got.  I learned that Prince would fuck me when I was on
my back with my butt at the edge of the bed.  We got to the point that I could
lay on my side with my head on a doubled up pillow; I'd guide him over my face
and he'd fuck my mouth that way until he dumped his hot doggy spunk into my
nursing mouth.  I loved that!

My relationship with Prince was not without problems.  He would be randy with
me regardless of who was around.  I would scold him when people where around
then make it up in private.  I doubt he understood.  I heard my mom and dad
arguing one night after dad had witnessed Prince's nose up my skirt.  I was
scared at what I heard; dad threatened to have him fixed!

All things must end, and it did late that fall when Prince was killed by a
car.  Mom and dad didn't understand why I was so devastated by his loss.  How
could I remind them, 'You never get over your first love!'  They got me a
puppy for Christmas.  It was a female.  Right after Xmas I had my first
period.

The following spring I discovered boys, and went on with my social
development.  Prince was a BIG dog; I won't say what breed, or that Prince was
his real name. I guess I'd have to admit I was a little disappointed in the
size of my first boy cock.  That summer several of my brother's friends, and
that fall, my brother himself, helped in my *skills instruction* in the sexual
arts.  I learned there are advantages to human lovers, if you looked for it!
Several of them commented on my natural talent.  But those are other stories.

My husband knew I wasn't a virgin when we married and has prodded for some
accounts of my early relationships. I think they excite him, at least we
always end up in bed.  He has no idea though of how much sperm I've had in me,
much of it the K9 variety. Lately, I've gotten the impression that he'd like
me to fuck some other guy while he watches.  At least he's seemed interested
in having me read several such stories from here.  I wonder if he'd be
receptive to getting a dog, a big dog, a BIG MALE dog?  I've fantasized about
having two cocks to play with at once: one human, one K9.  I'd suck one and
fuck the other. Or straddle my human lover taking his cock in my cunt, then
after we'd both enjoyed our dogs tongue at our union, we'd have him fuck my
ass --Prince and I never did that-- while the human cock was still in my
pussy. I know the dog would lap up the human cum from my pussy.  I wonder?.
No, I guess that would be too kinky to expect!  Though I'm sure I'd do it if I
had the chance; not that I've ever considered myself bi.

I'd love to hear from other gals who have experience with animal love.  Any
husbands who's wives do animals?  Any ideas on how to get my husband
interested?