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Subject: {ASSM} To Be Young, Kinky and Black (M/g, oral, anal, ws, scat)
Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 21:10:02 -0400
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To Be Young, Kinky and Black
by Coproman

Whenever I saw Tamika Johnson, the first word that always came to mind was 
"sassy."  Even though she was only twelve years old, she had the attitude of 
a diva, probably because, being the baby of her large family, she was 
spoiled rotten, but I'm sure it was due mainly to her looks.  Light-skinned 
with light-brown eyes and waist-length braided blonde extensions in her 
hair, she turned heads wherever she went.  And below that angelic face was a 
devilish body, which was amazingly developed for her age.  She had the tits 
and ass of a sixteen-year-old, and she wasn't afraid to show them off, 
wearing tight, short tops that accentuated her boobs and exposed her belly 
button, and jeans that snugly embraced her proud booty.

I lived downstairs from the Johnsons.  In fact, their moving in two years 
ago required a major adjustment on my part, because I had been used to 
hearing only the occasional footsteps of old Mrs. Wortham over my head.  
When she died and the Johnson family moved in, all of a sudden there was a 
ton of life upstairs, a constant rumble of motion, seemingly all night.  At 
first it was hard to take.  I couldn't concentrate on my freelance writing, 
couldn't sleep and had thought seriously about moving.  But somehow, 
eventually, I got used to all the activity.

I had noticed Tamika the very first day the Johnsons arrived, and just 
looking at the cute ten-year-old had caused all of my latent pedophilia to 
surface.  We only occasionally interacted--a brief conversation in the 
elevator, the laundry room, or in front of the building--but I could tell 
just from those infrequent encounters that, despite her ghetto speech 
patterns, she was bright; so even though she was fifteen years younger than 
me, she always intelligently held up her end of our talks. She had her own 
opinions on a variety of issues and, just like her physical attributes, she 
didn't mind sharing them.  Over the next two years I had watched both her 
body and her attitude grow, and often, as I lay in bed or watched TV, I 
wondered which of the many footsteps I heard over my head were hers.

One day, while I was on my computer writing an article, the doorbell rang.  
When I went to the door and looked out the peephole, I was surprised to see 
Tamika standing there holding a notebook and a videotape, and I could feel 
my heart begin to beat faster.  I immediately opened the door.

"Hi, Mr. Richards," she said.  "I wanted to know...do you have a VCR?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I'm suppose to be writin' a report on this video and our VCR won't 
work, so I was wonderin' if I could use yours."

"Sure, no problem," I said.  "Come on in."

She came in cautiously, peeking up and down the hall.  She was dressed all 
in white--about half a tee shirt, some very short shorts, and a pair of 
white running shoes--and she looked particularly delectable.

"I hope I'm not disturbin' you or...your wife or nobody."

I smiled at her clumsy attempt to fish for information.  "No, I'm not 
married, and my girlfriend has her own apartment."

"Wow," she said, looking all around the living room.  "It's nice in here, 
and I like that big-screen TV."

"Thanks."

Turning on the VCR, she put her tape in and sat on the floor with her legs 
crossed, right in front of the TV, as comfortable as if she'd been in my 
apartment a hundred times before.

"Listen," I said, "if you need me for anything, I'll be in the bedroom."

"Okay," she replied.

As I sat at my computer, I kept thinking of what strange twists and turns 
life can throw at you when you least expect them.  For two years I had been 
trying to figure out a way to lure Tamika into my apartment without seeming 
so suspicious or so obvious about my attraction to her.  Today, just like 
that, without my doing anything at all, she had simply walked in my door and 
was now actually sitting in my living room.

But how would I get to that next level?  Already I was getting frustrated, 
because I knew I couldn't count on an opportunity like this coming along 
again, and I just didn't know how to approach the twelve-year-old about what 
I wanted her to do for me. I doubted she knew a whole lot about sex period, 
let alone the kinds of things I liked. So how could I tell her without 
making her run screaming out the door?  After about an hour of pondering, I 
was about to chalk this up as a lost opportunity when there was a knock on 
the door.

"Come in," I said.

Tamika slowly opened the door.  "Mr. Richards, I gotta go now 'cause I 
forgot I promised to help my stupid brother with his English homework.  But 
I didn't finish my report yet, so can I leave my tape here and come back 
tomorrow?"

"Sure, no problem," I said, while thinking, YES!

I walked her to the front door and, after performing what I had come to call 
"The Ritual of the Locks," was able, about thirty seconds later, to let her 
out, admiring her twelve-year-old ass as she walked to the elevator.

I was so thrilled by the prospect of Tamika returning the next day that I 
decided to celebrate by jacking off.  So I went to my stash and popped one 
of my favorite tapes into the VCR.  It showed a male "bottom" being 
humiliated in various ways by four female "tops."  As usual I fast-forwarded 
until I got to the part where each woman first pissed then took a shit in 
his mouth, with the guy swallowing as much as he could before smearing the 
rest of the nasty mixture on his face and torso.  This time I didn't even 
get as far as the second woman; the moment the guy gulped down his first big 
mouthful of shit, I lost it, spurting come all over my stomach.  Yeah, I 
still had to think hard about how to get Tamika to do what I wanted, but at 
least now I'd have all night to do that thinking.

**********************************************

The next day, I was working on my article while waiting anxiously to hear 
from a magazine about the status of a story I'd submitted.  When the editor 
finally e-mailed me that she wanted to run my piece not only on the Web but 
in their print publication as well, I was ecstatic.  All I needed to do, she 
said, was clarify a couple of points I'd made and they'd be ready to go with 
it.  Even though I had a few days to do this, I was so excited that I began 
working on the revisions right away.

When I heard the doorbell ring, at first I wondered who it was.  Then I 
remembered that Tamika was due to return, and I let her in.  She had on an 
outfit similar to the one she'd worn the day before, but instead of all 
white, today it was all black, right down to a pair of black running shoes.

"I'm editing something, right now," I said, quickly ushering her into the 
living room, "so just holler if you need anything."

"Okay," she said, as she retrieved the remote from the sofa and again sat 
down on the floor right in front of the TV.

I dashed back into the bedroom but had already lost my train of thought, so 
I had to sit at the computer re-reading my copy, trying to recall how I'd 
intended to change things.  As I sat there, with my bedroom door ajar, I 
distinctly heard Tamika say, "Oh, shit!"  At first I wondered what she'd 
seen on her tape could have prompted that kind of reaction.  Then my blood 
froze as I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to take my kinky tape out 
of the VCR!  My first reaction was to rush in the living room and snatch it 
out of the machine.  But once that wave of rashness passed, I decided to 
just wait and think things through.  If my tape were indeed what she had 
reacted to, why hadn't she already either attempted to leave or come to my 
bedroom to ask me to let her out?  Where were her footsteps?  Instead there 
was just a deafening silence.

Curious, and more than a little nervous, I pushed my bedroom door open and 
crept down the hall.  Right away I heard a faint but very familiar 
soundtrack.  When I got to the living room, sure enough, there on the 
screen, in fifty inches of living color, were the man and four women I'd 
watched yesterday afternoon, once more doing their thing.  But what shocked 
me--and at the same time relieved me--was Tamika: She was lying back, her 
legs cocked open and her hand stuck down her shorts, frigging away at 
herself.  She was so involved in doing this and watching the screen that she 
never even heard me approach. I just stood there watching and listening to 
her, getting hornier and hornier.  When the part of the video came up where 
the first woman squats over the man's face and drops a load of shit in his 
mouth, Tamika, masturbating furiously, suddenly closed her eyes, threw her 
head back and groaned.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!" she panted, struggling to keep her voice down.

Only after she came did I decide to make my presence known. I cleared my 
throat and watched as Tamika jerked her head around, her blonde extensions 
whipping to the side. When she saw me, her eyes went wide with panic.

"Oh, shit--Mr. Richards!" she stammered, snatching her hand out of her 
shorts and fumbling for the remote control.  "I'm so sorry!  God, this is so 
embarrassing--I better go."  Turning off the VCR, she grabbed her notebook 
and videotape and attempted to stand up.

"No, no, Tamika, it's okay," I said, blocking her escape as I tried to calm 
her down. "I don't mind.  If anyone should be embarrassed, it's me, for 
leaving that tape in the VCR."

My words seemed to console her, and she slowly sat back down, but she 
covered her blushing face with her hands.  "God, I can't believe I did 
that."

"Don't worry," I said.  "It no big deal."  I paused then added, "Think of it 
this way: Now you know a secret about me and I know one about you, so we 
have to keep each other's trust, right?"

While she was still embarrassed, I could tell that my saying this made her 
feel a lot better, since she now knew I didn't plan to run and tell her 
parents about what she'd done.

"You don't know how sorry I am," she said.  "But when I turned on the VCR 
and saw what those people was doin', I couldn't help it."

"You mean it turned you on?"

She didn't answer me; she just smiled shyly and stared at the floor.

"It's okay," I said.  "That's what they make them for."

She seemed to consider this for minute then said, "But Mr. Richards, can I 
ask you somethin'?"

"Sure."

She hesitated.  "Was that--you know, what they was doin'--was it...real?"

"Believe it or not, yes."

"Damn," she said, "white people be doin' some freaky..."

"Shit?"

She smiled.  "Yeah."

"Well, it's not just white people, you know."

Her light-brown eyes glittered as she stared at me.  "You mean black people 
be doin' stuff like that too?"

"Sure."

"Damn," she said again.  There was more hesitation before she finally asked, 
"So do you have any tapes like that?"

"Sure.  You wanna see one?"

She just looked at me and nodded.

I smiled.  "Okay.  Hold on; it's in my bedroom."

As I walked down the hall, it occurred to me that the moment I got this 
videotape, went back in the living room, and put it in the VCR, I would be 
officially corrupting the morals of a minor.  But that very prospect made 
what I was about to do all the more exciting.

I returned with the tape and pushed it into the VCR.  When the image 
appeared, Tamika, whose eyes were fixed on the screen, gasped.  "Oh, shit!" 
she said, glancing back at me.  "That's here, in this room!"

"That's right."

Tamika continued to watch as the camera panned the room, finally resting on 
a nude woman sitting on the sofa.  Light-skinned with curly light-brown hair 
and huge tits, she was in her twenties and could easily have been Tamika's 
big sister or perhaps even an older version of Tamika herself.

"Okay," the guy holding the camera--who sounded a lot like me--said.  "Tell 
us who you are and what you're going to do."

"Well," she said smiling, "my name is...uhh...Mary--yeah, Mary--and I'm 
gonna go to the bathroom in this guy's mouth."

"So, Mary, have you ever done anything like this before?"

"Nope.  Can't say that I have."

"And how do you feel about it?"

"I don't know," the woman admitted.  "Since I always sit on the toilet when 
I have to go, I'm not sure what it's gonna feel like to go in somebody's 
mouth."

"So do you think you'll be able go through with it?"

She hesitated, her brow furrowed in thought, then said, "Yeah, probably.  
'Cause when you gotta go, you gotta go, and I don't think my body's really 
gonna care WHERE I go, as long as I do."

"So do you have to go now?"

"Yes, I DEFINITELY have to go," she said.  "And if a certain guy doesn't 
hurry up, I'm gonna wind up going right here on the couch!"

There was laughing from the cameraman followed by a lot of shaky images of 
various parts of the living room as he attached the camcorder to a tripod.  
After several seconds, a steady image of the living room floor appeared.  A 
large piece of plastic had been spread over the carpet and, a few seconds 
later, my face appeared, as I lay down on that plastic on my back.

"I knew that was you talkin'," Tamika said, again glancing back at me.

"Now watch," I said.

The twelve-year-old turned back to the TV just in time to see her adult 
counterpart walk over and squat over my face.  As I watched with her, I 
relived that moment when I stared up at "Mary"'s very hairy snatch, even 
feeling the same prickly anticipation I felt at the time, as I waited for 
her to relax enough to urinate in my mouth.  I also remembered the strong, 
rank odor that filled my nose and how horny it made me.  And I recalled the 
acrid taste of that first squirt of piss in my mouth.

"Oh, shit," Tamika said.  "She's pissin' a fuckin' river in your mouth."  
Again she turned to face me.  "And you mean you drank all that?"

"Yep."

When the girl turned back to the screen, Mary's stream was drying up; Tamika 
stared intently as I eagerly swallowed the last of the woman's piss then 
lifted my head to suck her dripping cunt.  Afterwards the woman stood up and 
said, "Okay, I'm done.  You can turn that thing off, now."  The last of the 
video showed me getting off the floor and moving towards the camcorder.

"So what'd you think?" I asked.

The twelve-year-old turned and just looked at me, smiling, for several 
seconds.  "Interesting," she finally said.  She paused again then asked, "So 
you like drinkin' piss, huh?"

"Well, only from certain people."

"Like who?"

"Like really good-looking females," I said, smiling at her.

Once more she hesitated then, "So if I had to go, you'd let me go in your 
mouth?"

"Of course," I said.  "Anyone as good-looking as you deserves to have a guy 
drink her piss."

She smiled.  "But suppose it's not piss.  Suppose it's the other thing.  
Would you still let me do it in your mouth?"

"Sure."  I could feel my heart racing at the very thought of this gorgeous 
little vixen squatting over my face and dropping her brown bomb down my 
throat.

"And you'd eat it?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

"Hmph," she grunted.  "I don't believe that for a minute."

"Why not?"

" 'Cause I still don't think that part is real.  That's probably why you and 
that lady didn't do it."

I hesitated, still smiling, as I realized that this was exactly the opening 
I'd been looking for.  "Well, since you don't believe it, let's do this: The 
next time you have to do a number two, come down here and I'll not only let 
you do it in my mouth, I'll let you watch me eat it, okay?"

"Yuck!" Tamika said, her face scrunched up in a frown.  I could tell right 
away, though, that her frown was masking a smile, and I could almost hear 
the wheels turning in her head as she tried to decide how far she wanted 
this strange situation to go.  But I knew that she was just too curious, too 
"sassy," to pass up what I was offering.

"So what do you say?" I pressed.  "Are you down for that, or are you too 
chicken-shit to try it?"

As soon as I said that, her face hardened and she put her hands on her hips. 
  "Fuck yeah, I'll do it.  And it ain't gonna be no fake shit like on that 
tape; it's gonna be the real fuckin' thing."  She pointed her finger at me.  
"And you better fuckin' eat it, too."

"Oh, I will," I said back, defiantly, "if you fuckin' show up."

With that, she snatched up her notebook and videotape and stormed to the 
front door, looking away from me as I took my time unlocking it.  When I 
opened the door, she bolted past me and headed for the stairwell, not even 
bothering to wait for the elevator.  I closed the door, took a deep breath 
and smiled.  I just knew the little diva wouldn't like the idea of my 
challenging her.  Now I was sure she'd be back, because even though there 
was no way I could ever tell anyone about how she had reneged on this 
particular promise, both she and I would know that she had backed down, and 
I was certain that her ego would never allow her to live with that.

But as I waited for Tamika to return, I started to have a bunch of second 
thoughts.  What if she decided to tell her friends?  With the way gossip 
travelled around here, half the neighborhood would know all about my fetish 
by tomorrow morning, and I'd be forced to move.  Or what if she told her 
brothers or sisters?  They would probably want to do much more than just 
have a little talk with me for trying to corrupt their baby sister.  What if 
they called the cops?  At the same time, though, every time I heard a set of 
footsteps upstairs that sounded like they were headed towards the front 
door, my heart began to beat faster in anticipation that Tamika finally 
needed to move her bowels and was on her way downstairs.

After nearly three hours of first tearing myself apart with misgivings then 
building myself up again with hope, I was mentally exhausted and beginning 
to regret that I had chosen to go so far so fast with the twelve-year-old.  
And it was at that very moment that the doorbell rang, not just once but 
several times.  Paranoid by now, I thought that Tamika and her entire family 
were waiting outside, ready to lynch me.  But even if that were the case, I 
knew I needed to see things through so, undaunted, I walked to the front 
door, took a deep breath and looked through the peephole.  When I saw only 
Tamika standing there, grimacing a little, I unlocked the door in record 
time to let her in.  Once inside, she rushed past me and stood squirming 
half way between the living room and the bathroom.

"See?" she said, looking back at me.  "I told I'd show up.  Now are you 
gonna do what you said, or are YOU chicken-shit?"

"No, I'm ready to go," I said, my heart beating like crazy.

"So where you wanna do it at?"

"Right here in the hall," I said, taking off my shirt.  There was a long 
linoleum runner there, so any mess could be cleaned up easily.

When I made the move to undress, Tamika followed my lead, first taking off 
her running shoes then, after turning away from me, wiggling out of her 
shorts and panties.  She was now nude from the waist down, and seeing her 
cute little bubble butt and long legs gave me an instant erection.  She had 
the tightest, most flawless skin I'd ever seen, and when she finally turned 
around to face me, I got even harder, as I gazed at her hairless pussy.

"Wow," I said.

The little harlot just smiled; then she turned away from me again, bent over 
(giving me a glimpse of her anus), and pulled her tee-shirt over her head, 
sending her blonde extensions flying in all directions before settling down 
again along her back and over her shoulders.  By the time she turned around 
to face me again, I had stepped out of my shorts and underwear and we beheld 
each other in the buff.

"You are REALLY gorgeous," I said.

"You ain't too bad yourself, for a old man," she quipped.

I stood there checking out the only part of Tamika I hadn't already 
seen--her tits, which weren't as large as they'd appeared to be in her 
tee-shirt.  They were still big, though, for a twelve-year-old, about the 
size of two small oranges.  And while her nipples were tiny and undeveloped, 
this immature feature just made the girl's body all the more enticing.  I 
took a step towards her but as soon as I did, Tamika, who had been staring 
all this time at my erection, took a step back.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You're not gonna try to fuck me, are you?"

"Not unless you want me to.  I'm not into forcing people to do things they 
don't want to do.  All I want is to look up your ass and see what you have 
in store for me."

She stared at me for a moment then said "okay" and turned around.  But she 
still felt compelled to give me a final warning and, looking over her 
shoulder, said, "I swear, if you try to fuck me, I'll scream my fuckin' head 
off, and then my brothers'll come down here and beat the shit out of you."

"Don't worry; be happy," I said, "and bend over."  When she did, I stooped 
down behind her.  With her beautiful light-skinned ass now staring me in the 
face, I took a few moments to examine it.  If there was such a thing as a 
perfect twelve-year-old ass, this was it.  The cheeks were smooth and 
unblemished, and her ass crack, starting out as a shallow depression on her 
lower back, got deeper and deeper, becoming a dark, narrow crevice leading 
to her anus.  Gently, I grasped the healthy mounds creating that crevice, 
placed my thumbs on either side of the girl's asshole, then carefully spread 
it open until I could see inside.  Right away I spotted several light-brown 
flecks, but what was even more interesting was her sphincter.  Instead of a 
tight ring, it was a gentle pucker, capable of opening very wide with little 
effort; indeed, that was exactly what it was doing at this very moment, as 
though winking at me, and the degree to which it pursed open let me know 
that there was a nice-sized turd waiting in Tamika's bowels, one that she 
would soon have to release.

Satisfied that the girl was prepared to give me what I wanted, I sat on the 
floor right beside her, with my legs bent and my feet flat on the floor, as 
though I were in the middle of doing some bent-leg sit-ups.  I then slowly 
curled back until my head and upper body were resting on the floor.

"Now turn that way, facing my feet," I directed her, "and stand right here, 
with one foot on each side of my neck.  Now squat over my face.  That's it.  
Now just lean forward and put your hands on my knees to balance yourself.  
Good.  Now you can look down through your legs at me.  See?  Now just move 
back a little more--no, too far; move up a little...and...good.  Right 
there.  Now I'm just going to put my hands on your ass so you don't 
accidentally squat down too far, okay?"

I gently placed my palms against Tamika's ass then lifted my head and 
sniffed her pink pouting anus.  The aroma of a her shit inundated my 
nostrils, and when I gazed up again, I realized that her asshole was open a 
little wider than before, and I could see the beginning of her turd.

"I'm tryin' to hold it, but I can't," said the twelve-year-old, her voice 
straining.

"Then let it go," I said.

I opened my mouth wide and braced myself, my eyes focused on the expanding 
hole hovering over my face.  I wondered if I'd be able to handle a bowel 
movement as big as I was sure Tamika's would be, but I also knew that to be 
fully satisfied I needed to eat the little vixen's entire load of shit, no 
matter how much there was.

Two seconds later, Tamika's asshole bloomed open and a long yellowish-brown 
rope of semisoft shit pushed out of her rectum and dropped into my mouth.  
Even though I was basically prepared to received the contents of the 
twelve-year-old's bowels, I just didn't expect it to fill my mouth so 
rapidly.  For the next few minutes the only sounds that existed in the world 
were the sticky, smacking noise of Tamika's shit leaving her anus and my own 
gutteral moans as I struggled to chew and swallow her warm, smelly 
defecation.

"Yeah, eat my fuckin' shit!" the girl suddenly yelled, staring at me between 
her legs.  "Eat it all outta my stink ass!"

When she said that, I wondered if any of my neighbors had heard her through 
the relatively thin walls of my apartment.  Even if they had, I thought, 
they would probably think that I was simply performing analingus on whoever 
was here.  Then I imagined one of them--perhaps Eileen, the thirty-something 
divorcee with whom I shared a wall--walking through my front door and being 
shocked to see that I was doing exactly what the girl had said, devouring a 
fat turd as it exited her anus.

"Damn, I ain't NEVER done nothin' this fuckin' nasty before!" the 
twelve-year-old said.

And as I continued to gulp down the girl's feces, I was thinking, Yeah, and 
I never ate any shit this fucking nasty before, as I got to experience what 
a pre-teen's junk-food diet tasted like from the other end.  Still, as 
disgusting as the smell and taste of the girl's shit was, I eagerly took 
everything she gave me.  I even, ultimately, glued my lips over her asshole, 
turning my mouth into an extension of her anal canal, because I needed to 
show the little tart how beautiful she was by accepting the worst of what 
her beautiful body produced, and that meant consuming every foul nugget of 
her bodily waste until my stomach was filled.

When, after several minutes, Tamika finished moving her bowels, she stood 
up, stepped back, then stared down at me, frowning, as I chewed up the last 
of her shit.  After I swallowed it, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my 
tongue so she could look down my throat.

"See?" I said, without closing my mouth.  "All gone."

"Ugghhh!" she gasped, frowning more deeply.  "There's shit all on your 
tongue!"

"Well," I said, licking my lips as I sat up, "that tends to happen when you 
eat what I just ate." I paused then asked, "So do you still think what you 
saw the guy doing on that other tape was fake?"

Tamika didn't answer; she just kept frowning while continuing to stare at my 
mouth.  Finally she said, "No, I guess it was real, but I just don't see how 
you can eat somebody's doo-doo like that without throwing up."

"I probably WOULD have thrown up, if it wasn't yours," I said.

"So what's so special 'bout mines?"

"It tastes good."

"Hmph," she responded.  "I don't see how it can taste good if it stink."

"Well, as long as it's coming out of a cute butt, the smell doesn't matter."

Again Tamika just stared at me for a few moments, then she smiled devilishly 
and asked, "So who else's shit you ate?  Anybody I know?"

"Only yours, so far," I lied.  " 'Cause yours is the only cute butt I've 
seen around this place."

Once more came the stare from the twelve-year-old, as she tried to decide 
whether or not she believed me. After a while she uttered a "hmph" again 
before turning to gather up her clothes.

"And where do you think you're going?" I asked.

"Home."

"Oh no you ain't," I said, momentarily adopting the girl's ebonics.  "You 
ain't goin' nowhere till I get me some booty."

"What you mean?"

"I mean, I ate the shit outta your butt, so now your butt's gonna eat this," 
I said, pointing to my super-erect prong.

Tamika stared at my dick and I could plainly see a wave of fear wash over 
her young face.  "Uhn-uh," she said, shaking her head.  "You ain' stickin' 
that thing up my butt, 'cause it's too big and it's gonna hurt.  And you 
JUST said you wasn't gonna try to fuck me--how you wasn't into forcin' 
people to do things they didn't wanna do--so how come now you goin' back on 
your word?"

"Because, like I said, you have the cutest butt I've ever seen, and I'd 
really like to know how it feels to be up in that doo-doo hole of yours.  
Besides, I know you want it."

She laughed.  "And what make you think that?"

"Because I know you've done it before," I said, "just by the way your 
asshole looks.  You probably started doing it that way because you were 
afraid of getting pregnant.  Then you discovered how much you liked it."

The girl didn't say one word, but she didn't have to; the expression on her 
face told me that I had guessed right.

"So what if I did?" she finally stammered.  "What make you think I wanna do 
it with you?"

"Because you like me, you're impressed that I ate your shit, and you 
probably want to see what it's like doing it with an older guy."

"Hmph--I bet you if I start screamin', you'll figure out how wrong you are."

"Then go ahead and scream," I said, hoping I hadn't gone too far with the 
dare.

Tamika looked straight at me, squinted, then stretched her mouth wide 
open--but no sound came out, other than her laughter, when she saw me 
flinch.  "Gotcha!" she said between giggles.

I sighed and put my hand up to my chest.  "Girl, you need to stop playin' 
with me like that.  I'm an old man."

"Yeah," she said.  "A old man who wants to fuck me up my butt."

"I promise to use a lot of Vaseline," I said.  "And since you just took a 
shit, you'll be a lot more open back there anyway, you know."

"Is that true?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm...I gotta remember that."

"So I'm positive it won't hurt that much, only a little when I first go in."

"Damn," she said.  "You sure seem to know a lot about butt fucking.  How 
many butts you done stuck that thing in, anyway?"

"A few," I said, "but never one like yours."

She smiled.  "Yeah, I know; you told me."

"So how about it?  Pleeeease?"  I smiled even more widely and lifted an 
eyebrow. "If you let me, I'll do you a special favor."

"What?"

"I'll eat your pussy like it's never been eaten before."

"For real?" she asked, her smile now as big as mine.

"Yep, I promise."

Tamika peered at me and pursed her lips as she considered this.  "Okay, you 
can do it.  But if it starts to hurt, you gotta take it out, okay.  I'm not 
bullshittin' about that.  'Cause I don't wanna have to scream for real."

"Don't worry; I'll take it out."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I swear."

"Yeah," she murmured, "You also swore you didn't wanna fuck me."

"No, I never said I didn't WANT to; I said I wasn't GOING to, if you didn't 
want me to do it."

"Yeah, yeah--whatever," the girl said.  "So where we gonna do it at?"

"Let's go in the bedroom."

As she headed that way and I walked behind her, my eyes stuck on her 
incredible pre-teen booty, I had to give myself a little pinch to make sure 
I wasn't dreaming, that I was actually headed to my bedroom to fuck my 
twelve-year-old fantasy girl up the ass.

After walking in the room, Tamika glanced at the bed then at me, putting her 
hands on her hips.  "So how you want me?"

"Just lay flat on the bed," I told her.  She did and I crawled on top of 
her, sitting back on my haunches, as I took a few moments to again admire 
the girl's glorious ass cheeks.  Once more I spread them apart to examine 
her anus; it wasn't exactly spotless, because I hadn't gotten a chance to 
clean it with my tongue, after she'd finished shitting in my mouth.  And 
because it still had such a strong lingering shit odor to it, I made sure to 
stick my nose in and sniff.

"Wait a minute," she said.  "Do that again."

Happy to oblige, I again leaned forward and pressed my nose in her asshole, 
upon which she farted, blasting her foul-smelling gas directly into my 
nostrils.

"So, shit-eater, how did you like that fart?"

Instead of answering the girl, I pressed my whole face into her ass while 
grabbing her pelvis to lift it up.  I then began inhaling deeply, vacuuming 
the shitty aroma deep into my lungs.

"Damn," said Tamika, "ain't nothin' I can do to get you away from my butt, 
is there?"
"Nope," I said, my voice muffled by her buns.

"Well," she sighed, "I guess I just have to let you do your thing, if I'm 
ever gonna get back upstairs."

Hearing her give me that tacit permission to proceed, with such a nonchalant 
attitude, made me even hornier than her fart already had, so I quickly 
reached over, dipped two fingers into an open jar of Vaseline and poked them 
into Tamika's anus, making the girl flinch.

"Easy!  That shit is cold!" she complained, but other than that initial 
flinch, she didn't move, as I slid my fingers deep in her ass and twisted 
them around, coating her entire rectum with Vaseline.  I then pulled my 
fingers out of her and rubbed the Vaseline that remained on them along the 
shaft of my rock-hard erection.  Using one hand to spread her open, I 
gripped my cock with my other hand and pressed the knob against the 
twelve-year-old's anus.  At first, as well lubricated as she was, her 
sphincter resisted, but after my constant, steady pressure against it, it 
finally gave in, completely swallowing the head of my dick.

"Oooh," Tamika gasped, and I felt her whole body instantly tighten up then, 
just as quickly, relax, all the tension draining right back out of her, 
causing her rectum to open up, which allowed another inch or so of my cock 
to sink into her.

Propping myself up on my arms, I looked down to see our connection and was 
thrilled by the sight of my dark, stiff pole lodged between the girl's 
creamy light-skinned mounds.  As much as I'd looked forward to eating the 
little bitch's shit, I was just as eagerly looking forward to banging her 
booty.  It was as though one part of my psyche needed desperately to have 
her force something of hers into me, while another part needed just as 
desperately to have me force something of mine right back into her.  So I 
slowly leaned forward, pushing more and more of my erection into Tamika's 
yielding asshole until, eventually, I was lying flush on top of her, buried 
to my balls in her anus.  Afterwards I just lay there, savoring the unique 
heat and pulsating tightness of Tamika's pre-teen rectum, while allowing the 
girl to get used the seven inches of dick packed inside her.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned.  "I feel so full, like I have to take a shit again."

I lay there a while longer, but I was getting impatient.  I had to get on 
with the business of ravaging this young girl's turd-maker to complete her 
corruption, so I slowly began to pull out of her until just the head of my 
dick remained inside.  Then I pushed inside her again, and the second 
excursion into her booty was faster and smoother than the first.  Then I 
repeated the process and the going was easier still. The Vaseline, along 
with the leftover shit in Tamika's anus and the abundant pre-orgasm juice I 
was leaking, provided the perfect lubrication, and soon I was fucking the 
twelve-year-old's ass with relative ease.

Besides the sight of my seven-inch shit-streaked piledriver pistoning 
between the girl's ass cheeks, the sound of my dick going in and out of her 
asshole was a major turn on.  It was a subtle mushy noise that provided a 
nice counterpoint to the "ungh!" that came out of Tamika's mouth each time I 
drove my pole up her shit chute.  And both noises got just a little louder 
with every stroke.

Tamika tried hard to stay passive as I fucked her, but she couldn't contain 
her horniness, and it soon betrayed her, as she began to groan and lift her 
ass to meet my down strokes.  When I found my rhythm and began to pound away 
at the girl's ass, the steady "smack, smack, smack" of my crotch hitting her 
ass cheeks and the creaking of the springs in the mattress drowned out the 
other sounds.

Right in the middle of all this, Tamika turned her head and looked back at 
me, a dreamy smile on her face, and said, in almost a whisper, "You oughtta 
be shame of yourself, doin' me in my butt.  Don't you know I'm jail bait?"

"That's what makes it so much fun," I panted.  "And besides, you know you 
like it."

"Hmph!" she responded.  "No I don't."

"If you didn't, you wouldn't just be laying here; you'd be trying to get me 
off you," I said.

"I'm just waitin' for you to finish so I can go home," she said, turning 
away from me again.

Curious, I reached underneath her with my right hand and felt around until 
my fingers were on her pussy; I smiled when I discovered that it was 
sopping, and I started to ask her, "If you hate it so much, why is your 
pussy so wet?" but I wasn't really looking to argue with her because right 
now I was plugging the pre-teen's poop chute with authority, and whether she 
liked it or not, I was going to continue to fuck her light-skinned booty 
until I spurted my load deep inside it.

I was right on the edge of an orgasm when Tamika, this time without looking 
back at me, suddenly said, between breaths, "And don't you be not shooting 
no sperms up my butt, neither."

Hearing that made me even hornier, because I knew that this was her way of 
telling me exactly what she DID want me to do.  She probably suspected that 
I might pull out at the last second and ejaculate on her ass cheeks, so she 
wanted to make sure that I stayed right where I was and gave her a butt full 
of come.  And who was I to disappoint her?

Finally Tamika's tight, throbbing shithole was just too much for me to bear 
any longer and, after a few more quick thrusts, I plunged my pole to the 
bottom of her rectum then hugged her back as my whole body trembled.

"Unngh!  Unngh!  I'm coming!"  I panted, my lips pressed against the girl's 
ear.  "Take it all up your sweet ass!  Swallow my come with your butthole!"  
And I proceeded to pump a geyser of sperm into the twelve-year-old's bowels.

To my delight, Tamika responded, not with words but by moaning; then, to let 
me know she'd heard every word I'd said, she began to work her sphincter in 
and out, milking my dick until her asshole had sucked out every last drop of 
semen.  I, of course, was in heaven as she did this, savoring not only the 
delicious feeling of having my dick gently squeezed but also the whole idea 
that I had just ass fucked a pre-teen girl and emptied my balls in a place 
where no older male's sperm had ever been before.  For a moment I imagined 
millions of my sperm cells swimming up Tamika's anal canal looking to 
penetrate an egg, only to end up trying to burrow into a turd.

"So how did it feel getting fucked up your butt?" I whispered in Tamika's 
ear.

"Good," she whispered back, catching me off guard, since I didn't expect her 
to admit it.

"So that means you'll let me do it again one day, right?"

"Maybe."

Again I was surprised because I'd expected her to say no.  "So what do I 
have to do to get you to say 'yes'?"

"I'll let you know after you eat my pussy," she said.

I chuckled and lifted myself off the girl, letting my dick plop out of her 
asshole and marveling at the light-brown shit that covered almost the entire 
crown.  Tamika immediately turned over on her back, spread her legs apart 
and pushed her knees up, giving me a full view of her immature cunt and part 
of her ass crack, both of which were soaking wet.  I just enjoyed the 
scenery for a while then held on to Tamika's thighs and dove in, fastening 
my mouth to her pussy.

"Shit!" the girl hissed, but after that there were no more words, only a 
steady moan, as I flicked my tongue back and forth across her throbbing 
clit, sucked on it lightly for a while, probed deep inside her slit, then 
repeated the process.

"Oooo! That feel so fuckin' good!" Tamika purred, as she squirmed, gyrating 
her ass against the mattress, then lifted her hips to press her 
twelve-year-old twat against my lips.  "Suck my pussy!  Suck it!"

The longer I ate Tamika, the stronger the combined smell of her pussy juice 
and shit became, and the hornier I was getting all over again.  After a 
while, she was juicing so much that a wet spot began to grow on the part of 
the sheet right beneath her ass. Still I kept at her with my 
tongue--flicking, lapping, twirling--then sucking up her flow, tasting the 
essence of her pre-teen femininity.  Every now and then I would roll my eyes 
up to look at her face, and I smiled seeing her eyes closed and her lips 
parted as she wallowed in the ecstacy of pure physical pleasure.

Finally I focused on her developing clit, taking it between my lips then 
sucking it in and out of my mouth.  After just a minute or so of my doing 
this, Tamika heaved up and grabbed my hair with both hands.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  I'm comin'!" she cried, and her whole little body 
began to vibrate as she held on to my hair and pulled my face into her 
crotch.  With my lips now pressed over her pussy, I continued to lick and 
suck her as the twelve-year-old threw her head back, frowned and let out a 
long, shrill moan, as if she were in pain. Several intense seconds later, 
her grip on my hair lessened and I felt her body relax.  Now she was so 
sensitive that just a puff of my breath on her genitals made her flinch, and 
she pushed away from me.

"Shit," the girl finally said.  "That was fuckin' awesome."

I just lay there looking at her for a while, before saying, "I told you so."

She opened her eyes, looked down at me and smiled.  "Shit, you wasn't 
fuckin' lyin', neither."

When the girl caught her breath, she sat up and asked if she could use my 
shower.  I said okay, but when I asked if I could go with her, she declined, 
telling me it was her private time.  So I continued to lie on the bed, 
listening to the water running while hoping that no one upstairs recognized 
the voice in my bathroom loudly singing a rap song.  By the time she was 
done and came back to the bedroom, she was fully dressed in her black outfit 
again and her extensions were all tied together in a kind of loose ponytail. 
  I put on my robe and walked her to the front door.  After I unlocked the 
door, the girl looked up at me with those captivating light-brown eyes. I 
bent down to kiss her, but she frowned and turned her head away, informing 
me that my breath smelled like shit.  Only when she was sure I wasn't going 
to try it again did she turn her head back and look up at me again.

"Yo, Mr. Richards, you know I still have to finish that report, so can I 
come back and do it tomorrow?"

"Sure," I said, smiling.  "No problem.  But, please, cut the 'Mr. Richards' 
thing.  From now on, just call me Bob, at least when you're here, okay?"

"That's cool," she said, and she scooted out the door.

As I watched Tamika walk to the elevator, I felt a twinge in my loins; I 
just couldn't believe how she'd allowed me to play with her.  When the 
elevator finally came, right before getting on, the girl turned to me and 
waved.  When the doors closed, leaving me staring at an empty hallway, it 
suddenly seemed as though I were in a time warp, as if everything we'd just 
done had happened hours or even days ago. I was ready to pinch myself again 
until I walked back into my bedroom and saw that big wet spot on my bed, 
upon which I smiled and prayed that no one upstairs would have the money to 
fix their VCR any time soon.


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