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Subject: {ASSM} RP -  TURNING TWELVE (1 of ?)  (gg, mf, anal, reluc, best., nc, enema)
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TURNING TWELVE       

Featuring Two Young Girls, a Big Dog, and 
More.

(Stop reading now if you are underage or any of these things offend
you!!!)

 The spring that I turned twelve, I still looked almost like a boy. I
sure dressed like one--denim cutoffs, polo shirts, Keds, dirty
fingernails, unpierced ears. Though I did wear my black hair long. I
pulled it back in a ponytail for gym class. I was a cute kid, but a
total tomboy.
 So it sort of surprised me when I started to feel like a sweet ache
between my legs when I looked at certain boys in my class, and when I
got more and more into the dirty jokes my friend Carlita liked to tell
when we ate cookies in her parents' basement. Carlita was
half-Mexican, older, and more sophisticated. Her hippie Anglo father
was a photographer, and he'd hung nude portraits of his wife,
Carlita's beautiful Mexican mom, all over the basement, so our
whispers about boys and "pricks" and "hard-ons"  were always watched
over by these big, pale breasts and thighs and black patches of pube
hair.
 Carlita and I both liked boys, or at least the *idea* of boys. But
since we didn't have boyfriends yet, all we could do was talk, talk,
talk. (I couldn't have gotten more horny from those conversations,
though, if I was getting it from three guys in all three holes at
once!)
 I especially liked it when Carlita told me stories--I knew she was
making them up, but I didn't care--about stuff like guys who made
their girlfriends shave their pussy hair off or wear a dildo up them
when they cleaned the house. Her best one, which she swore was true,
was about this little girl whose parents were really sick and
used to invite their friends over to do stuff to the girl. Like they
laid her down on the kitchen table with her naked butt in the air and
filled her back hole up with milk through a straw, and then all their
friends took turns putting their fingers up her pussy and playing with
her until she started to "come" and the milk shot out all over her
butt cheeks. (I didn't know what "come" meant until that night when I
was in bed and I started pretending I was that little girl. I was
rubbing my hands over my pajama crotch while I imagined the straw
going slowly up my butt, and Mr. Smith from next door sticking his big
fat pointer finger in my wet little puss and moving it around
really slowly. Then I "came" myself for the first time ever, and, boy,
did it feel good!)
 One afternoon Carlita said she'd give me a back rub. When I had to
pee a few minutes later and pulled down my white cotton panties in the
basement john, I saw for the first time a slick trail in my underwear
crotch. Half scared, I slid an index finger just inside my pussy
opening. It felt gooey up there. I was horrified, like I had started
to decompose inside. Later I'd get used to all that slime, and after
jerking myself to orgasm with my fingers or a
cucumber or carrot swiped from the fridge, I'd just wipe myself off
with a kleenex and fall asleep. But that was later.
 The day after the "massage," I went over to Carlita's house straight
from school, already aroused. She'd promised to show me some "really
hot fuck-books" she said she  found in her parents' dresser drawer,
next to a rubber thing she thought must be her mother's diaphragm. 
Down in the basement, we huddled up with handfuls of Oreo cookies on
some throw pillows and pored over the books.
 I don't remember what they were, except they were explicit stories
with no pictures, and they made my cunt heat up like a charcoal. One
was about a teenage girl getting gang-raped in the back of a truck
(she came explosively after being eaten out for what sounded like
hours), another about a woman being tied up on her bed by a home
invader and given an enema, then raped until she unwillingly came,
whereupon her rapist pulled the enema tube out of her anus and hot
soapy water spurted from between her buttocks in time to the helpless
contractions of her cunt.
 The one we agreed we liked best was the story of a young girl (twelve
herself) whose sexual awakening happened with her family's huge German
Shepherd. I had to resist the urge to stroke my pussy as we read on
through the seduction (girl takes down her underwear and
spreads honey on her naked crotch, and the dog sticks his eager snout 
up her pussy to lick it off) to the climax (girl has her first orgasm
lying face down on her bed, grinding her swollen clit against the
covers while the noble family pet's giant dong furiously pumps her
fiery cunt.)
Carlita and I looked at each other for a long time after we turned the
last page. When we heard upstairs, her family's Rottweiler whining for
his dinner, we knew we were thinking the same thing. She smiled at me
and licked her lips.
"No way, we can't!" I said. "Could we?"
"It might hurt... What if we got an infection?" Carlita said. She bit
her lower lip. 
We looked at each other. After reading that story, my 
pussy was so wet I could feel the gunk soaking through my panties. My
asshole felt like it was begging someone to stick a finger up it. I
wanted a cock, and I knew it.

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