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Subject: {ASSM} NEW  -  TURNING TWELVE  2/?  (gg,  f-solo, first, best. (implied), reluc, exhib, toys, anal)
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TURNING TWELVE, Part 2 of ?      

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

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

Part II
   
.... "Well, maybe we could let him kind of lick us.... That couldn't
give us too much of an infection, right? Remember, like, how Mr.
Borridge said the human mouth was dirtier than a dog's mouth?" I was
quoting our seventh-grade science teacher, who had been talking about
how dangerous human bites were compared even to dog bites. I doubted
he would have foreseen his comment being applied to the current
question; but, hey, if something is true, it's true, right?

   "That's true," Carlita said, brightening. I could tell from the
flush in her cheeks that she was as horny as I was; and I was so
horny, I was rocking my crotch slightly back and forth against the
shag rug we were sitting on, to feel the ridged inseam of my cut-offs
rub against my slit.

   Then Carlita did the most amazing thing. Right in front of me, she
reached between her legs and gave her own crotch a good hard feel and
rub. That's when I knew we were really going to do it. Or something,
anyway.

   I was still scared, though. What if the dog, Thor, went crazy and
wouldn't stop? Or hurt us by accident? (I knew he wouldn't do it on
purpose, but this would be a new situation for all of us.)

   Or - unthinkable horror - what if we got caught, by Carlita's
brother or, God forbid, her parents? They weren't home, and shouldn't
be for an hour or so, but what if today of all days one of them came
home early for some reason? I knew that if I were to get caught
fucking a dog (or, almost as bad, watching - and probably masturbating
-- while Carlita got fucked by the dog), God probably wouldn't even be
so merciful as to let me die of mortification on the spot. We'd have
to go through whatever unbearable scene, cries of shock, horrified
lectures, and/or rush to the emergency room followed; and then there'd
be the conference with MY parents (my death still probably not an
option); and then we'd have to run far, far away before the news got
around the school and the whole town, which it would probably by the
next day. Carlita could probably make it as a child hooker - she was
tough enough, I figured - but I couldn't imagine not finishing junior
high and then high school and hopefully going to college.

   This all went through my head in about a second. But Carlita must
have seen the doubt in my eyes; and truthfully, she probably felt some
herself.

   Still, we were both pretty worked up. Doing nothing was not an
option. Carlita sucked on her lower lip a second, and then said,
"Look, how about this. We bring Thor down here and tie him up and let
him watch while we kind of show him what we want him to do. We can,
like, sort of demonstrate on each other. That way he'll already have
the idea; and if somebody comes home, it'll be a lot faster for us to
cut it out and pretend we weren't doing anything than if Thor's
actually, like, involved. 'Cause he wouldn't know we have to stop
right then." We both giggled at the picture of one or both us trying
to fight off a frantic Thor, him still pumping away and clueless as to
why coitus was suddenly interruptus.

   Carlita and I scrambled to the top of the stairs, opened the door,
and called the dog's name. He bounded down the hallway from the
kitchen and gave Carlita a friendly nose-nudge. Carlita petted him and
fussed over him.

   We sent him on down into the basement ahead of us and made sure the
door was locked. Well, it didn't really have a lock, just a
hook-and-eye catch, but at least that was something. Then we followed
him back down the stairs. He was sitting at the base of them, alert
and friendly, tale beating on the rug

   I'd always thought Thor was a gorgeous dog, with that killer
combination of big, sad doggie eyes, and rippling muscles under a
jet-black coat. I wanted a boyfriend like that someday (grin). Anyway,
a lot of people think Rottweilers are really scary, but I'd known Thor
as long as I'd known Carlita. He was huge and strong, but he'd never
growled or barked at me, let alone hurt me; and he did anything
Carlita told him to.

   Still, we were both still hesitant about what we were planning. 

   "Here, let me fasten him to a post, so he can't get too excited, at
least not before we're ready!" Carlita said. She found a six-foot
leash in the tangle of boots and stuff by the outside basement door.
Then she went to one of the skinny metal support posts that held up
the low basement ceiling and passed the leash around it, threading the
end with the clip through the sewn loop that you hold at the other
end. She cinched the leash tight around the pole and clipped the free
end to Thor's collar, confining his movements to a circle of about 5
feet. He didn't seem to mind, but lay down and watched us with
interest.

   Carlita and I moved back out of his reach, and exchanged grins and
glances. Mine were probably so nervous they looked kind of sickly.

   Carlita, always the braver of the two of us, said, "Well, we've got
the poor doggy all tied up; we might as well show him some stuff he's
probably never seen before, at least not with people doing it!"

   "So, like what?" I asked, hoping she had some good, sexy ideas. 

   "Well, we should probably show him that girls can get fucked too,
and that they like it. I mean, I'm sure he's never made a connection
between the dog bitches he must want to hump; and me - or my mom - or
my grandma!" The latter thought amused Carlita so much she went into a
laughing fit, and I got a radical case of the giggles, too. I'm sure
it was all the adrenaline in our systems, from nerves and excitement.
Carlita fell backward onto the sofa, clutching her stomach to stop it
from shaking, and I ended up collapsed on my hands and knees over the
coffee table, too weak from laughing to pick myself up for a good 20
seconds.

   That's when Carlita had her brainstorm. "Don't get up!" she said,
as I started to, still snorting with laughter. "Lay still just like
that."

   "What, lying on the coffee table?" I asked.

   "Yeah, that's perfect, you're just at the right angle for Thor to
see your crotch and you butt up in the air."

   "Oh, great, that makes me feel great," I said, suddenly
self-conscious. I started to get up again.

   "No, really, it'll be good. You don't have to pay any attention to
Thor. I won't let him near you. You don't have to be the one to do
anything with him; or I can go first, or whatever. This would just be
to give him the idea. And I bet I can make it so you feel really,
really good."

   "Like what?" I asked, still half up and half down, braced on my
hands and knees.

   "Well, I can give you like a massage, only a sexy massage. Or we
can play doctor and patient, where you're the patient and I'm
examining you. Or master and slave girl! C'mon, I've been wanting to,
anyway."

   That last made me feel really good, and excited - for a long time
I'd wondered if Carlita was as interested in touching me as I was in
being touched; and touching her. You know, in like our intimate
places....
   

   
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End p. 2

Email me if you liked this and want me to continue...

aimie2@programmer.net

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