Message-ID: <44725asstr$1066007402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: aimie2@programmer.net (Aimee) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 23:31:31 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Oct 2003 16:31:30 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} RP - TURNING TWELVE (1 of ?) (gg, mf, anal, reluc, best., nc, enema) Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 21:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, hecate 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. ----------- End p. 1 Email me if you liked this and want me to continue... aimie2@programmer.net -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+