The fuck-it list

lose virginity
first blowjob
first handjob
first time anal
first horse
first nerd
first gangbang
first orgy
first lesbian
first lesbian gangbang
first lesbian orgy
first futa
first futa gangbang
first futa orgy
first alien
first monster
first master
first mistress
first feral
first watersports
first scat
first egg laying/oviposition
first BDSM
first AB/DL session
First pensioner
First cub (wait what?)
First tentacle creature person monster
First taur

Sat alone at the top of her bed, back against the head board and fingers idly rubbing over her bare sex Stephanie Mocking watched the porno on her TV as she blushed and gently moaned under her breath watching as a beautifully curved poodle was being taken from behind by a gruff german shepherd male. Stephanie, a lamb with a clean white low cut coat and black skin, dipped her finger into her moist slit and prodded at the inner walls her mind pondering how it felt to have a german shepherd inside her, and if the canine knot would prove an issue.
The poodle howled out in orgasm as the shepherd popped the thick red knot of his inside her dripping wet slit, Props to the cameraman for being able to fit between the two to get this underneath shot. the dogs came and stephanie laid back on her bed panting heavily and silently through her nose mouth opened and her hand rubbing over the TV remote switching it off and letting her bedroom go back into complete darkness. It was her Typical thursdays evening at 11PM watch a porn till midnight and then add something to her favorite diary she liked to call the. "Fuck-it list" she thought it was humorous.
The fuck-it list was a series of short stories, wet dreams and aspirations of sexual exploits still yet to be taken She had been adding to it for a full year now, It was almost half full most of it though was wet dreams involving some of the men she had watched in her porn videos and in some odd scenarios from time to time. the front page however went to her list the proper numbered list of things she had wanted to try but hasn't gotten around to doing.
Its not that she didn't want to a shy girl for the most of her life she was very much sexually active mentally but physically whenever the opportunities came to her stephanie would have an anxiety issue and back down from any physical offers. she had only ever been in a few relation ships, all in high school and none long enough to permit her suiters  anything beyond first base. Stephanie regretted this and knowing that she was aged twenty and still a virgin.

She slept soundly, naked and only partially covered by her bed sheets when her phone rang alarming her awake and with her scrambling from her folds. she clambered herself groggily over to the side of her bed, moving one hand too far making her stumble out of bed sprawling on the floor. Her hand reached up and yanked the wireless phone from its cradle and she spoke.
"Hello?" she answered with a tired groggy voice.
"Like girl, I just got off the phone with rebecca! like its her twenty first and we're totes throwing her a party!" It was her good friend claire the giraffe girl. claire the innocent minded, claire the cheerleader from high school for life, claire who knew full well fridays were Stephanie's day off.
"Do I even know a rebecca?"  Stephanie asked eyes shut thinking of going back to sleep maybe this time dreaming of the german shepherd from last night.
"You totes know 'Becca" she said snorting a little before giggling out loudly "she came to my twentieth you know you were there we totes introduced you lot and you've been thick as ever since"
"I wasn't at your twentieth claire, I was at Magaluf, spain round about that time"
"But i'm sure it was you. You 'member she's a cute parrot girl, red feathers and some green" Needless to say stephanie has never met a parrot girl in person.
"So you're just phoning to say you're hosting your friends party in my flat?" Stephanie was one of few of her friends financially capable of owning a flat, though hers was hardly bachelor material, it was tiny; it wasn't even a full flat it was one of those homes that had converted its two stories into singular living spaces. she occupied the top second floor and her landlord occupied the lower floor.
"Yeah! thought it' be great! get all the girls in for a girl's night out hit a club or two get you hooked up with a guy for one thing, haven't seen you with someone since end of high school you still singular?"
"yep. No change here, bacholers-ville population, me"
"We'll No worries girl It'll be fun. Be over by Seven we hit the town by nine!" Before stephanie could protest she heard the phone click and the line go silent. she put the phone back and got ready looking to the clock for the first time and sighing it was noon. 

In the hours to follow stephanie would have spent around three hours wandering the streets of the shopping district purchasing her groceries and adding on some more refreshments for the evening ahead. She was lucky that with all the groceries the shop clerks forgot to check her ID. Steph just passed it off as one of those lucky strokes and took the forty minute bus ride back home. Around half five she wondered on how many of her friends would be coming to her home and one by one began to remember everyone she could.
There was claire of course, the tallest and ditziest of them all. The was Alice a cute Bear who would always get in scrap with other girls of the class, She was even hired at some points to kick the crap out of some bullies, Steph had her sneaking suspicions she was a lesbian and liked the scuffles using them to have body interactions with the other girls. Of course this wasn't the case stephanie was a teen she couldn't help but speculate things like that. Thirdly was roxanne Rox to friends who she knew very well was promiscuous with the boys. Rox was A fox, A fennec fox though, she was the shortest of the friends.
Finally there was Jessie. Jessie was Stephanie's closest friend and to this day the best and only emotional confidant she wanted, Claire was good But Jessie truly understood people. Jessie was a kangaroo with thin pointed ears and slightly large feet, but she was the world to Steph the sister she never had and who always looked out for her and every other girl. If there was ever a leader in their group it would have been jess claire being second in command. Jessie had moved back with her family to australia on the final school year and ever since their communications have only been through emails which kept getting further apart in time.
After she had made herself dinner and warmed a party platter her doorbell rang a half hour early and outside with arms stretched out for a hug was claire dressed in a single cut black dress that cupped around her breasts and ended half way down her thighs, Behind her was Rebecca the parrot girl who wore a similar outfit, hers having a strap clinging to her neck and hugging to her breasts tightly a lace necklace with gold bars hanging from it over the top.
"Hey!" claire shouted in greeting wrapping her arms around Steph who now felt very overdressed in her fuzzy jumper and shorts she was lounging about in
"hi" she said in reply patting Claire's back. When claire broke the hold she moved for rebecca bringing her forward
"So yeah, turns out, you and 'Becca haven't met, I was thinking of someone else maybe it was Rox." rebecca held out her hand politely and smiled
"It's very nice to finally meet you, I hear some stories from work" she said in a soft and accented voice, Jamaican.
"Oh so thats how you know each other makes sense now." Steph said smiling sincerely "Hope its never anything bad"
"No no Claire is always saying how nice you are, and I must thank you for offering your home for tonight I hope this is no bother, If it is we shall call things off at an earlier time yes?" Steph liked that idea she'd be at least be alone and have her usual evening plans, But Claire was quick to interject
"Its no problem at all we'll crash here when the party begins dying down and we'll head off in the morning!" Steph just sighed and nodded smiling, Why not just for tonight? will be fun to go to the town with the girls. "Steph is that what you're gonna wear tonight?" she gazed down at her silly fussy jumper and shorts  and before she could shake her head claire had her and rebecca by the hands walking into Stephanie's room for her patented emergency wardrobe change.
When they emerged an hour later Stephanie was now wearing a tight top with ovals cut out on her sides and a skirt that ran close to her knees. Rox and Alice soon arrived and the girls hugged chatted and ate some of the party platter drinking luke warm cans of cider and spent the time touching up makeup complimenting eachother on their clothes. Alice had been slimming down since high and it showed as she wore a tank top with a skirt that matched Stephanie's except Alice's Was red. Rox however had what could be considered the most modest dress made with a wool top and the thick collar turned down covering the upper half of her chest. Everyone was present, Claire pulled a tiny birthday cake from her purse they light the candle and sang happy birthday for rebecca and once the candle was blown to a tiny smoking wick the girls headed off into the night life.

It was a very loud club they had decided spend their night, the large neon sign on the outside called it "the cathouse". It was simple enough entering the girls smiling their way inside leaving behind the large bouncers, and a row of angry gentlemen that seemed to form the actual line getting into the club. Rox and Claire leaped to the dance floor limbs flailing about like rubber as rebecca laughed herself silly seeing claire dance for the first time. She eventually joined her as Alice and Stephanie found a booth to sit in and ordered drinks.
Rox had that inviting nature and was soon surrounded by men hoping to have a chance with her if they danced better than the other. it was amusing for a while and the girls had their turns making fun of some of the men's dance moves Rox giggling into her glass as she drinks down her fruity colored ice drink when she was done she practically yanked poor alice up from her seat her drink of beer just beginning to dribble down her lip before she was on the dance floor strutting her "money maker" as Rox jokingly called her big bear butt. It was odd the four girls were having the most fun moving onto the dance floor shaking about their arms and legs into a heavy sweat stopping to refresh on beer and the energy of repetitive tech-no beats while people surrounded them men on Rox and rebecca, and oddly women near Claire and Alice, Steph chuckled thinking how strange it was before she felt a strong tightening on the inside of her stomach, no her bladder. She had been sitting for the most part drinking away some sugary not vodkas and was just enjoying the sight of her friends, when she went fro stronger spirits she ordered jack and cokes the caffeine and sugar making a quick run through her system.
She stood up instantly regretting it as the tightening grew so much worse and even bordered on painful before she began making her way through the beating crowd and moving for a sign pointing to the toilets. she had almost reached the door when one after another the traffic of the club life kept spinning her in place a. bartender with a tray of empty glasses the tray over his head passing with a large man holding a giggling woman's hand following after. finally dizzy and clinging to the wall Stephanie felt the door to the toilets and pushed it open making her way in staring at the floor and making it to the closest cubical.
she sighed out in relief the toilets refreshingly cool and moderately quieter than the outside the tech-no beat turned into a dull beating of bass through the thick walls. she rested back on the seat and collected her thoughts. she'd have to get out on the dance floor once she got back out and at least try and dance, even if she was a bit lead footed.
the door opened with a high pitched creak and slammed shut again a set of heavy footsteps sounding on the floor as someone walks to the stall next to her. Maybe if she were dancing she'd have some cute men take interest in her maybe she could get some guys number, or give some guy her number. she reached for the toilet paper and let out a tight 
"EEEP!" as she saw a thick canine penis hanging out through a rough cut hole on the cubical wall right next to the toilet paper. she was blushing bright red, she almost matched the hue of the canine member, she was staring silently, then came a light tapping from the other side
"hello?" said the calm voice from the stall over, male, obviously. "Uhhh you uhm maybe wanna help me here?" his voice was soft and youthful and he sounded as if he was really sincere, like Steph truly had a choice on him.
Steph didn't answer but immediately she was thinking too much on the man's member. The hole was called a glory hole, she knew this from the second ever porno she had ever watched called "Anonymous cock sluts 3" a pretty decent flick but more for the guys fantasizing themselves being the faceless men behind the cocks, for Steph she imagined herself the girl, but now that she was she didn't know what to think ,except for everything that happened in the porno. she quickly took a strip wiped herself and pulled her panties standing and still staring at the hanging red rocket like penis she shuffled her feet to the door, then she stopped and slowly knelt down. one of her items on the fuckit list, First blow job. why couldn't it be with some anonymous guy? she was kneeling down and her hand gently took hold of his member the first she had ever held and her heart began racing hearing a soft and short moan from the next cubicle.
She held her focus on it small questions floating in her head about it, taste texture, size when erect, all of it she thought about until she stuck out her tongue and like the zebra girl from the Porno she dragged it along the top of of the head to the back of the shaft. it quivered in place in her hand and she now knew the taste, sorta bland little tinge of salt but nothing bad she continues to lick moving back and forth along the meaty pole before she kissed its head her tongue flicking between her lips over its urethra. Steph's lips parted as the pointed head slipped further inside into the moist mouth, tongue rubbing the man's under shaft his moaning audible and Steph's own mixed with it. She was surprised how well she was doing, not in terms of how much she was pleasuring her mystery man but how much she was mimicking the porno beat for beat how the busty zebra girl would have suckles and teased and slurped down the fine specimen she had. The moans became a sudden and quick panting and inside her mouth Stephanie could feel the member throb, actually throb, between her lips and on her tongue. She pulled off instantly and ducked her head to one side to watch as the ruby red member shot several streams of pure white cum across the cubicle and onto the wall beginning to trail down in a wet sloppy mess dripping itself onto the floor. Turning back the canine members slowly pulls itself from the hole and Steph can hear the loud zip of him tucking himself in she risks a glance at the man defying his anonymity and glances a look to his tail white with black spots, before he quickly leaves the stall and is out the door before stephanie got to her feet. heart beating into her chest and her face flushed red and warm stephanie collects her breath and smiles. She had given her first ever blow job, and it was good enough for a man to cum.
Then her heart sank as she finally questioned "What was a man doing in here?" slowly she left her cubicle and turned to look on the wall and with gloomy eyes and a sinking feeling dragging on her gut she just stared at the urinals, three of them, all hanging on the wall. With much ease she pulled open the heavy door the loud tech-no still going strong as she stepped out the people around her thankfully too wrapped up in conversation or dancing to even care she was a woman leaving the mens room. With her eyes darting around cautious for looks of disapproval or malice she walked her way towards her table before bumping directly head first into a man's chin
"Oh shit sorry!" she said instantly not commenting how much his chin was stone hard and hurt to head butt
"I'm sorry" said the soft males voice, then she looked up and saw the face of a dalmatian man dressed with a pure white shirt, some of his spots showing through and a navy blue waistcoat and matching pants, her blush returned and just as surprisingly, she saw he too was blushing but he was looking behind her and the large gap between the people making a perfect trail to the mens room. He gulped and looked down his eyes focusing on hers and without asking, Steph nodded her head and walked past the Dalmatian.

It was after a few heavy gulps of her drink that Stephanie finally managed to calm herself and maintain a consistent level of composure as to hide any notion of her recent activities from all the girls, they would pick up anything so if she was able to maintain a slightly intoxicated nature then perhaps she could get away with acting a little off. Sadly you cannot become drunk from sugary not vodkas no matter how determined you may be and no matter how much you really wished the cute Dalmatian guy would stop glancing over at you from the bar every time you glanced over at him. When another round came back stephanie upped her drink selection and went for more jack and cokes at least now she was feeling at ease with the drink.
"there's this cute guy looking at you Steph" said Rox who had been nudging her shoulder into Stephanie's side, which did hurt Steph made very clear on that with her slight groans of pain every time the elbow dug into her side.
"Okay, ow seriously I heard, and saw" she said leaning away as Rox was grinning at her very unsettlingly. "What?"
"You could flirt with him, get the rest of us another round and maybe set up a date the next time you go to the bar"
"I'm getting the next round?"
"You are Indeed. You are also going to flirt with that Dalmatian over there who blushes every time I catch him looking at you. It's really sad seeing so much red on that white and black face so throw the dog a bone."
Steph kept the thought of "He already has one" to herself. Her face flushed a deep red as her eyes traced the path between the toilets and the Dalmatian and there it was the awkward glances between them both, but now with several not vodkas and jack and cokes in her system Stephanie smiles back to him. She rises from the cushiony leather chairs, straightens her outfit and walks over, finally plucking up that spiced and inebriated courage of hers to say
“Hi”