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The Beginning I was 9 years old when I began using a computer and internet fairly proficiently. I advanced quickly. In the year 2000, internet security and age-proofing were neglected, leaving me so many opportunities to explore a vast amount of curiosities... Flashback before this, when I was 6 and asked my mother where babies came from. She paused, and said, "Well, when two people have sex." But would not explain to me what "sex" was until I was older. However, I was an advanced speller and reader. So a few months later when digging through my parent's closet, I came across some magazines and recognized the word "Sex" on the front. At 6 years old, I got my first glimpse of magazine porn. I was amazed, but also confused. I thought you had to suck a guy's "thing" to have a baby. I thought all of it was part of the deal... The thought left my mind for a while. I didn't start to get really curious until I started chatting online when I was 10 years old. I made some very good friends who are still good friends today, but was oblivious to the threats of pedophiles. My friends were older than me. They would tell me dirty words and what they meant, as would random perverts back with AOL IM was the "it" thing. My body began to mature pretty early. By 8, I was already in training bras. By 11, I was laying in bed feeling around under my panties because I noticed hair was starting to grow on my pussy. It was soft and fine, it felt interesting to touch, so in my fascination I would lay there at night and touch myself, just not quite past the lips of my slit. Not yet. As hormones began to develop, I started looking up porn online, especially furry and animal porn because I was such a huge animal lover. I mostly read stories, or anthro sex comic strips. I didn't understand the tingling feeling it gave me to see those things. It almost felt like I had to pee, and I had an intense urge to squeeze my legs closed because the tension felt even better... This was a time before filters for spam and porn email. At twelve, I'd started getting emails with pictures of people have sex, women touching themselves... So I experimented. I lay in bed one night, pushed both hands down my panties, spread the lips of my virgin pussy with my little preteen fingers, and used the other hand to explore. When I hit my clit, my body jolted. It was sensitive, almost too sensitive, but it felt soooo good... I experimented with different ways of touching and rubbing that curious little button that made me flush and squirm... Sometime when I was 12, I got another spam email of a different sort. It included stories and pictures of young girls with their dogs. I remember one vividly, about a 13 year old and her Dalmatian, Checkers, licking her from behind and making her cum. I masturbated myself to those stories, but never had a true orgasm, but I didn't know that at the time. It took me a few months to build the courage, but finally one night I asked my parents if their Shih Tzu, Chester, could sleep with me that night. They said yes, of course. The stories I'd read talked about spreading food on your pussy to get the dog to lick if it wasn't interested... I grabbed a tub of cream cheese and offered it to him on my fingers one night. He licked it off happily. Feeling pleased, I pushed the covers down and took off my panties. I slid two fingers inside to get some of the juices on them, and offered that to him. He licked my fingers, but didn't seem too interested in going for my pussy. So I spread on the cream cheese. At first, I put it inside my vagina. His long, slender tongue fucked deep as he lapped with something like desperation to get it all out. I squirmed as I lay there, but something was still missing. It didn't feel as good as with my fingers, or as good as the girls in the stories had said. I spread on some more, this time trailing it up so it smeared all over my pussy. I spread my lips so he could have full access, and he began licking me again. His tongue penetrated my little hole first, stroking the inner walls of my slit. It felt soooo good, and I moaned.... But when all the cream inside was gone, he followed the trail up. The moment his tongue lashed across my clit, I felt an electrifying tremor ripple through me. It was the most intense feeling I'd ever had, and once he got that reaction, he seemed intent on never stopping. My legs locked and quivered, I squeezed my budding breasts together like I'd seen the porn stars do, and went completely rigid as the dog licked my clit and to my first ever orgasm. I was breathless. It was so sensitive I had to push him away and close my legs, and even then, the friction was agonizingly blissful. I had gushed a bit on the bed and thought I'd peed myself. He started licking that up while I caught my breath and pinched my pussy lips together until the tingling sensitivity went away and I could finally straighten myself out. After that, Chester slept with me a lot more often. And when I'd visit my grandparents, I'd take their Labrador with me to the bathroom, lay on the floor, and spread open to let him lick me, too. He'd do it without any sort of food, and even though he was neutered, I noticed his cock starting to poke out after licking for a while. I touched it, but he started to walk away. He was far too big to mount me so I never tried, though that remains a deep-rooted longing of mine even today... to suck and fuck a dog cock. A new author to writing erotica I hope you enjoy my stories and please leave feedback so I can grow and write even better stories :) |