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                Rosie -- My First Time (With A Girl)
                          by 'Buck' 2000

Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of consensual relations
between humans and animals. If you are offended by such things or are
underage, or forbidden by law to read this sort of material in whatever
backwater you live in please read no further.

If you're lucky enough to have experienced such things yourself, my hat
is off to you. Some will try to tell you it's wrong but if it doesn't
hurt anybody it doesn't hurt anybody and those who don't approve of it
don't have to know about it and don't have to watch.

Way back when I was a horny teenager just beginning to explore what
girls had to offer and figuring out where to stick that thing between my
legs I had quite an adventure. I'm sure many would call it sick and
consider me to be pretty twisted but this is the true story of how it
happened.

We lived out in a pretty rural area upstate where everyone drank beer
and drove pickup trucks. Well, okay, some of them drank Thunderbird
instead, but you get my idea. My family had lived in the area since my
grandfather's generation, before WWII. The family going back further
lived across the river in Pennsylvania. Anyway, this is pretty far out
where lots of folks hunt for food, even when it might not be hunting
season just yet. My grandfather had a kind heart and when he found a
wounded doe stumbling around out behind the house one spring he took her
in and put her up in a shed behind my parents' house. She had two little
fawns with her besides. And I think that's why my grandad really took
her in. He used to call her Rosie.

The first time I got a look at her she didn't seem to be hurt too bad.
One of her front legs looked a little crooked and had a bump down pretty
far from maybe being broken. She had a wound on her side from a hunter's
shot. I don't think they ever called a vet in to take care of her and
they sure didn't tell the game warden about it. It wasn't legal to keep
wild animals around there and probably still isn't.

At first she was very thin and all through the summer I saw her looking
healthier and healthier. The wound healed up just fine with a few
homebrew stitches in it. How grandpa got her to hold still for that I
don't know. Her leg looked okay but she couldn't run on it like a wild
deer. The fawns got bigger faster than I've ever seen anything grow. She
gradually got used to people, or at least familiar people, too. I helped
put up a little pen of wire fence for her to run around in and used to
change the straw in the old shed for her to bed on. I even cleaned out
the old chicken brooders in the back so there was some room for her
feed. Me and a friend of mine thought those chicken brooders looked like
UFOs so we took pictures of 'em but nobody seemed to believe they were
pictures of a real alien ship. Well, maybe they weren't, but I thought
the picture with a little purple alien action figure standing next to on
of 'em looked really good. He was from some TV show or another. Think
his name was Scorpius.

In the summer way up in the boonies there isn't a whole lot to do. I
helped my grandad with work he did around the Boy Scout camp and got
paid some for it. There were other chores to do around the house and I
had earned enough the summer before to get a nice canoe to float down
the river in, when I could bum a ride back with someone. I even took a
girl with me once that summer and we had a picnic by the side of the old
D&H canal. She was really sweet and got me going but didn't want to get
into anything deeper, if you get my drift.

A boy that age starts feeling really horny, especially when he has a
girl who hangs around but doesn't even let him touch her goodies.

Well, as the summer got on toward when me and my brother would have to
go back to school the weather got real hot and both of us started
working around the house barefoot in nothing but cutoff shorts with no
underwear. I could tell about what that led to, but that's another
story.

Anyhow, one day when the folks and my brother went down to the store and
to Agway to get stuff I knew they'd be away a good long time and there
isn't anyone much around on the dead-end road we lived on so I tossed my
shorts over the clothesline and let it all hang out while I was working
around the yard. It's surprising how fast the work goes when you're not
encumbered, and how damned horny you can get mowing grass.

Rosie was over in her pen relaxing in the shade and watching me while I
went back and forth. A few weeks before this her fawns had gotten grown
enough that she wouldn't nurse them anymore and one of them had gotten
out of the pen and not come back. After that we let the other out and he
hung around the house for a while but eventually seemed to go away
someplace. But Rosie didn't seem too keen on going out herself and
couldn't run anyway, so she got to be a permanent houseguest.

I made a pitstop behind a tree and settled myself inside the pen in the
shade of Rosie's shed with a cooler full of water. I was raised around
animals and didn't mind getting something squished between my toes too
much.

Before I knew it, the horniness kind of got to me and I started stroking
off, sitting right there on a tar can right there in the shade. Back
then I usually used to think of girls at school or sometimes my brother 
and, like I said, that's another story, when I was stroking off in the
bathroom. There isn't so much time alone when you live in a little old
farmhouse and share a bedroom with your brother. Mostly I used to try to
shoot as soon as I could in the bathroom or stroke off quietly under the
covers, taking my time and hiding the evidence in a tissue. But this
time, sitting there, I wasn't thinking of anyone or even trying to get
off. I was just enjoying the feeling of stroking.

Well, you can probably guess I wasn't alone in the little pen. Rosie and
the little ones were right there beside me in the shade. She usually got
enough shade in the middle of the day and I made sure she had enough
water. It wasn't that big a shed and there wasn't a whole lot of shade,
being the middle of the day. So that little darling was standing right
up next to me and when she turned the right way I got one heck of a
view. Up to that time I had only got one quick glimpse of what a woman
hides under her skirt in a porno magazine. That is supposed to be what
drives a man crazy, but from what I remember of that hairy beaver
picture it couldn't hold a candle for beauty to the furry rump I had
right there beside me. By that time I think she was better fed than any
wild doe ever was and had a nicer coat than you'll ever see on a dog or
anything else. When you see a deer out in the wild, you can't get a good
view of how pretty they really are. And you sure won't see just how soft
and smooth the white fur between a doe's legs is.

That doe just had to be standing there panting with her backside facing
in my direction. Here I am stroking myself and horny as hell with this
great beauty right next to me and what do you expect me to be thinking?

I slacked off a bit, not wanting to get things off prematurely. I
reached out with my hand trembling -- they say that in these kinds of
stories, but mine really was -- and gently touched her back leg. She
started a bit, animals will do that if they don't expect you to touch
them. She limped away a bit but came right back and pointed her backside
right toward me again. I could see her flank shivering like a horse
does. I guess I startled her, but she never minded too much being
petted. So I reached out again with a bit more confidence and touched
the sleek fur on the side of her rump.

This she didn't mind at all. So, I stood up and put my other hand on her
and ruffled the fur on her back right next to the base of her tail. She
really liked that, as I already knew. She also didn't mind one bit when
I slipped my hand between her legs to feel that white fur that looked so
soft. And I can tell you that it feels so much better even than it
looks. Now all this time her little tail was pointed down, as it usually
is but was swishing from side to side and giving me glimpses of what she
had hiding underneath. I could see that even with her fawns gone her
udders were still pretty big. Don't let it put you off that they call
them udders. Comparing these fuzzy little beauties with a cow's udder
just doesn't do them justice. I slid my rough boy's hands right in
between her legs and gave them a gentle squeeze.

What a wonder they are! I've felt many a woman's breasts since then and
damn few were as soft and I don't know the word for it. Not only the
softness of those little orbs, but the even softer fur covering them.
What I wouldn't give to meet a woman with breasts like these!

My little soldier, as my grandpa would've called it, sure sprang to
attention and my knees almost collapsed. I don't know how long I stood
there squeezing her like that with my cock throbbing but it seemed like
forever. The head of my cock sure wanted out and my foreskin slid back
leaving it standing out there all red and wet. And you know where it
wanted to go!

I made an experimental touch at her slit with my thumb and got an
immediate response. Her tail, which had been flicking back and forth
across my wrists kind of came halfway up. So I touched her a little
harder and slid the tip of my thumb over the fur where her sweet little
hole was. Well, what do you think she does? Her tail raised higher and
gave me a damnfine view of what I was aiming for and then she kindof
hunched over and pushed back against my hands.

Well my thumb just about went right in. She backed herself right up
against me and her hips jolted around almost as if she were trying to
find where my cock was at. And damned if that wasn't what she was doing!
There's nothing like having a girl that accommodating. My cock was
already standing out there throbbing with pre-cum running down my balls.
And that cute little doe wanted it so bad right in her soft little
pocket.

I guess I was a little taller than the bucks she was used to and had to
pick up her rear so I could get into her standing up like that. With her
humping in almost a frenzy I had a bit of a time finding the right place
and getting it in but once I was in she calmed right down and I was in
paradise. With my pre-cum and her own juice that little pussy was so wet
I thought for years every woman I was with was bone dry by comparison.
She was pretty tight for me but it slid in until my balls were smacking
against her soft udders. And I'll tell you, having your balls touching
something really soft, like a woman's breasts or against a willing doe's
furry udders while you're getting off will put you straight into heaven.

When I got myself inside, her whole body calmed down and she relaxed
totally, but deep down inside I could feel her spasming around my rod. I
didn't last too long that first time and don't know how I lasted as long
as I did. The heat inside her was incredible, so much hotter than a
woman, and it was like her tight little cunt was trying to milk me dry.
I shot off like a rocket and filled up that hole with so much cream I
didn't know where it all came from. I stood there for a long time just
holding her up with my cock still rock hard and still buried in her
trying to shoot more cum after it was all gone. I was panting and
gasping for breath after shooting my load like that. And that sweet
little darling just stood there with her rump pressed back against my
belly trying to squeeze one more drop out of me and looking back at me
with her sweet eyes.

Gradually I recovered my breath and humped against her again. Even
though I had shot my load I was still hard and stayed that way a pretty
long time. I can still stay hard like that even though I've gotten a
little older and maybe lost a little hair. Inside her I could feel my
cockhead slowly pumping in and out of my prepuce and this soft twitching
inside her. We slowly rocked back and forth, my cock withdrawing only a
little before pushing back in. Her pussy was so wet I couldn't believe
it, even more than before. I wondered how much of that was her natural
lubrication and how much was my slippery cum. We kept on like that until
I felt something softly grabbing and squeezing my cock. It was as if she
had a gentle little hand inside her stroking my shaft. It had been
flagging until then but this instantly revived it. The grasping feeling
inside her hot hole increased until I couldn't stand it anymore. It
became a frantic spasm, squeezing the life out of my cock and made me
yell out. Not that it hurt, but I had never felt something so wonderful.
I was incredibly sensitive after having shot a load into that pussy and
now it was grabbing hold and squeezing for all it was worth! I didn't
cum again, but I did dribble some more, I'm sure

After a few moments that seemed to last for hours her spasms died away
and she wiggled out of my grasp. The end of my cock suddenly popped out
and shot upward, flinging a glop of mixed cum and juice onto my face and
chest. She left me standing there in the pen with my cock still standing
at attention and dribbling cum and pussyjuice into the dirt.

After that I just had to sit down. Well, she came up to me while I was
sitting back on the tar can leaning against the wall and sniffed at my
flagging erection. I'm just glad she didn't take a lick at it. The way
my cock had been tortured, I think I would've jumped over the roof. What
she did was lick at the pussyjuice running down my balls. Now balls are
pretty sensitive anyway but after you've given them a good release
anything lapping at 'em will drive you insane. She seemed happy licking
a little bit of our mixed fluids off me, then trotted around and settled
down in the shade again.

Leaning against that wall with my butt on an old can I drifted right off
to sleep. How long I slept I don't know but the sun had moved onto my
legs and the cum in my crotch was dry and crusty. I didn't have a watch
on me or a stitch of clothes on so I'm glad nobody dropped by the house
unannounced while I was sawing wood out by the shed, especially nobody
with a camera.

I got up and stumbled into the house as best I could and ran some water
in the sink. I got myself cleaned up and threw on a pair of overalls in
plenty of time before the folks came home. What a time I had that day
and what a story I had to tell my brother that night.

I told him all about it later and he was damn jealous of the good time I
had with my special doe. He had a go at her later but didn't have the
special connection I had with her. Or at least I don't think he did.

That fall a buck got into her pen somehow and she ended up having
another pair of fawns the following Father's Day. I just wish I could
have been their father. I know it's a strange thing to want, but I did
deep down in my heart.

Before the little ones were born her udders got nice and big with little
pink nipples and little white beads on the tip. I forget what they call
that. I didn't want to mess with 'em; I had heard that that's something
special for the little ones. But I took every opportunity I could get to
enjoy her new endowment and every chance to get my hot shaft into her
and fill her up again.

The two of us spent many happy afternoons together loving each other and
just as many nights furtively satisfying each other. People and animals
really can love as much and as deeply as two people can, if not more.
And don't let anyone tell you any different.

She was killed by a dog a couple of years later, after her second batch
of fawns had gone. I buried what was left next to the shed where we had
our first encounter and put a little marker there. As many years as have
gone by, I still feel my love for her and miss her. She was my very
special first love and I will never forget her.

-- 
 -Buck buck@backpaddock.com

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