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(gg, ped, 1st-lesbian- expr, beast) *** It's surprising how many of the stories and the rumors you hear as a child growing up come back with a surprising clarity. These are a few things I heard growing up with kids roughly about the same at the time and remembering the thoughts that had leapt to mind upon hearing the tales. ;-) This is, of course, fiction. While the author is very aware that children do (at various ages) become sexually active with each other in youth, in life it's never a good practice to act on these fictional words. Like the rest of the authors here, I condone any action that is unlawful. These stories are meant as a means of expressing eroticism and sexual acts in a fictional settling. They should not be treated as anything but, no matter how real or controversial the subject matter is. Just because we write it does not mean we are advocates for it. Where any particular erotic story comes from, whether based on actual events or from the overactive imagination, it is fiction. ***** CARNAL KNOWLEDGE (gg, 1st, best, cons, preteen) - by Alexis Covington (Gideon00_92@hotmail.com) Her first thought came during breakfast, as her father was immersed in the morning paper and her mother was already washing dishes. Julia kicked her legs on the chair and glanced briefly at the family dog, Bruno, washing down from his oversized bowl. Blushing furiously, she returned to her cereal and tried hard to suppress the thought of what his thing looked like. There had been a rumor going around school that Helen (who was one grade ahead of her in eighth grade) had been sunbathing without her suit when a stray dog somehow got in the yard and raped Helen. There were stories about a dog smell. Julia squirmed slightly, not enough to make her parents notice, but enough to get a little friction and inwardly sighed at the relief. How could a dog and a girl have sex? She had a vivid thought of some brown and white dog, mid-sized, humping on Helen's back (she'd seen enough rutting pictures of dogs on dogs – the male was always hunched over the female), but just couldn't figure it out. Something was missing from the picture. She dropped her hands under the table and placed them in front, on the edge of the chair. One deft hand quickly pressed against her jeans and found the small knob (their science teacher called it the clitoris). She pressed in once, just to relieve the pressure starting to build. Every time she thought about the rumor with Helen, the pressure started building. Bruno, "the mutt", as her dad liked to refer to him, finished lapping water and moved on to the table to lay his head on dad's legs. He absently scratched the mixed Rottweiler before Bruno poked his snout around her dad's thigh. Her dad shoved the dog off. "Crazy mutt," he commented, refocusing on the paper. Bruno abruptly left and moved on Julia's mom, poking his head up to the counter. "Down," her mom barked. "You haven't been feeding him under the table, I hope," Julia's dad threw out at her. "No," Julia replied, nearly wishing Bruno would come visit her. The dog's morning habit was to see who was going to feed him scraps, a habit her parents had stamped down hard on after catching Julia feeding him lunch meats (the ever ill baloney). Her mom had set down with Julia, of course. It had to have been less than a year ago. They had discussed sex, about the man and his penis, masturbation, what a woman could do by herself. She remembered with sharp clarity joining her mom in the shower, and examining the different parts of the woman's body as her mom explained the breasts, the vagina, the vulva, clitoris, showing them. Her mom had done something funny with the shower water – Julia distinctly remembered her mom going extremely red in the face, though silent, with a well-aimed water spray. She still hadn't been able to figure out how her mom did it (and with dad's complaints about Julia wasting too much time in the shower, she didn't have much of an opportunity to explore). But she got down the masturbation part just fine, just like her mom said. And Julia seriously wanted to slip back into her room and rub herself. Her underwear was getting damp. Her father uncrossed his legs and folded the paper up, grabbing his cup to chug the remainder of his coffee. Julia didn't know how he could do it. She tried coffee before – there was always coffee being poured outside church after service on Sundays. She once grabbed a cup before her parents saw and tried it. Nasty... the rest of the day her mouth tasted grainy. Her mom wasn't much of a coffee drinker either. Cup in hand, Julia's father stood and walked over to plant a kiss on her mom's cheek, dumping his cup in the sink. "I'll try not to be too late," he said, as Julia's mom snuck an arm around him for a squeeze and hug. "Behave," her mom replied, smiling. She gave Julia's dad a swat on his butt as he scooted away, grabbing his briefcase off the floor, and came over to plant a squishy kiss on Julia' forehead with a shoulder squeeze. "I'll see you tonight, Princess." Julia watched her father leave, stealing another glance at Bruno. She knew her dad was some important executive at his company. It always seemed like he was in and out the door, for as long as she could remember. He once said that time was (screwed) messed up because it was a young company, a start-up. Her dad was forever flying over to either Japan or several other cities. He went to Texas a lot. She kept pleading with him to take her on one of his trips. His response was always a laugh. During one memorable night after dinner watching television, she asked him why he never took her with him. After chuckling, he replied, "You'd get bored. I'm in meetings all day and there's not much for a twelve years old girl to do around the hotel." She didn't have to stay at the hotel. She could have gone exploring (as Julia was prone to do anyway around here – her trusty BMX bike had made several unauthorized trips to the local mall). When she pointed out this obvious fact, her father only shook her head. "No... I don't think I want my daughter running around a foreign country without supervision." She missed him on those trips. He was always gone for at least a week. Julia gulped down the milk from the bowl while her mom's back was turned and got up out of the chair, taking her bowl to the sink. Her mom looked around through the kitchen doorway after Julia's father and sighed. "He needs a raise," she muttered. "Mom?" Julia asked. Her mom spun back and threw Julia one of her tight- lipped smirks. The 'knowing' smirks, as her mom liked to call them. "You'd think after two years, the company would keep him home," her mom dropped. "I just don't know why I can't go with him," Julia complained, dumping her bowl in the sink. "They're 'business' trips," her mom commented with a slight change in the pitch of her voice. She shook her head. "And I'll go with him first. Wait your turn." Julia grinned and her mom whacked her on the rump too. They weren't hard whacks. She hadn't been spanked hard since she was eight, and that was after experimenting with matches with the log pile on the side of the house. Her dad, on one of those rare occasions, came home early (that day because of a doctor's appointment Julia had forgotten about) and found her, with her next door friends Rachel and Amanda, watching a pretty good small flame take hold. He had snatched the matches from her hand in a blink and twisted Julia around to land a solid, swift hand against her butt as Amanda and Rachel bolted from the side. It was a favorite joke of his later (what he later said was a clear criminal mind, with a plan – she tried to show her dad the hose that was laying at her feet next to the wood pile, ready to blast water if the flame got out of control). Julia hadn't forgotten the whack, and she didn't want to ever get another one (or didn't want to get caught – she didn't want to think what would happen if either her mom or dad caught wind she was going to the mall on her own). "You're going to be late," her mom said, shaking Julia out of the wood pile reminder. A shrill horn blast, muffled by the walls, followed to confirm her mom, and Julia snatched her backpack off the floor. She paused long enough to give Bruno a good scratch on the head, feeling herself heat up, then quickly darted out of the kitchen for the front door. That bus wasn't going to wait more than a couple of minutes. ***** "Do you think it's true?" Amanda asked, a little taller than Julia with long, braided black hair and large, round dark eyes. The three girls, Julia, Amanda and Rachel were huddling close at one of the cafeteria tables over their lunch trays ($3 got you the daily meal posted at the end of the service line). Rachel, a scrawny girl with flaming red hair and freckles, leaned closer moving her cup out of the way. "She didn't shower with the rest of us," she admitted, lowering her voice. Helen had P.E. with her. Amanda and Julia had 2nd Period P.E. "But she didn't smell." Julia nodded, picking at her lunch. She was thinking about Bruno resting his snout and head on her dad's leg this morning. It was a normal thing. Bruno was forever nudging the family for a good scratch or rub. Her parents drew the line with the couch, as the dog liked jumping onto seats as a pup. One of Julia's memories as a child was Bruno leaping into the couch next to her and shoving his head into her lap for a furious head-scratching. But she had seen her dad let Bruno climb up, usually at night watching the tube after mom went to bed. She didn't dare adjust herself, not in a roomful of classmates. When she got home, she'd have to rub herself. She needed to get some kind of release. "Did she say anything?" Julia asked, keeping her voice low. "Not to anyone I know," Rachel replied, eyes alight. She sniffed and rubbed her nose. "I thought Mark was just making it up. He said he heard her talking to Laura." "Gross," Amanda cut in, sipping at a juice drink. Her family moved to the area a couple of years ago, from somewhere in South Africa. Julia forgot the name of the place, but occasionally Amanda talked about her life prior coming to the States. She knew that Amanda's dad worked for the government, something that Amanda either didn't know or couldn't talk about. Her mom was nice enough. Julia spent a few weekend sleepovers at Amanda's house. It was a really neat and organized house. Amanda's room was anything but hers, or Rachel's. Crashing at Rachel's was more fun, as her parents (darker-haired, but Rachel's dad was a brown-red haired man – she'd seen pictures of Rachel's dad in youth. Rachel got her hair from him) were more relaxed about cleaning. It wasn't to say the house was a mess – cluttered, yes. Rachel's room might as well have been a twin of Julia's room. "I don't see how," Julia remarked. "I mean, it's a dog..." "Dogs have penises too," Amanda replied, flustering only a moment. "Ug. I don't want to think about it." "Ah, come on," Rachel nudged Amanda. "You can't say you aren't tryin' to picture it." "It's wrong," Amanda shot back, raising her voice a little. "Shh," Julia said, pressing a finger to her lips. She cast a brief glance over her shoulder down three tables, where Helen, a blond-haired girl with curls and budding breasts, sat talking with her friend, Laura. There were a couple other girls with them. "Keep it down." "Sorry," Amanda replied, hunching down. "I.. I don't think we should think about this stuff." "Yeah, well I do," Rachel continued, near whisper. "C'mon, like our science teacher isn't trying to teach us what boys and girls do..." Or their parents, Julia mused. She remembered when her dad found out a part of the curriculum included sex education. He stared long and hard at Julia's class schedule, rubbing his jaw, before giving her a sharp- eyed look. "I don't know about this," was his only comment. Julia's mom, on the other hand, took a more pragmatic view. "Get off it, Sean. She's going to learn at some point." They were having an after-dinner discussion at the table, with Bruno as usual under the table next to Julia waiting for a hand-out. She managed to slip Bruno some of the chicken. "Yeah. Let's hope she doesn't end up like us—" "Shh," her mom over dramatized, winking at Julia. As far as she was concerned, her mom was cool with talking about sex, more than dad was in any case. Of course Julia knew where her mom kept her "stuff". That was another day when her dad had flown out to Seattle on the weekend. Her mom had shown her a small box underneath her parents' bed, along with things (dildos, her mom called them) and an egg that vibrated. Julia didn't know what was so big about her learning about sex. The one evening Julia managed to catch her dad alone, as usual downstairs on the couch with Bruno's head on his leg, had been a new experience. She had gone downstairs to get a glass of water and saw her dad in the family room. She padded over to the doorway and stuck her head in. "Hi, dad," she called out. Sean stuck his head in her direction, absently scratching Bruno's head. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" he threw out, then winked. Julia came into the living room and plopped down next to her father on the other side from Bruno the dog. She folded her hands in her lap, watching a man and woman on television wrestle down a bum. A cop show... her dad loved his cop shows. "Can I ask something?" she finally managed, looking up at her dad who was back watching the show. He grunted he heard, nodding his head. She swallowed, feeling a twisted flutter to her stomach. "How come you don't want me learning about sex?" For a moment, Sean continued watching the tube before finally shaking his head slightly, attempting to mask a smile. "I never said that," he muttered for a defense. "You don't like it," Julia threw out there, nervously watching her dad. Sean looked down at his daughter, giving her the all too familiar sharp-eyed look. "I'm not sure if I want you to know adult stuff just yet," he commented, ruffling her hair. Julia ducked and he got her hair again before giving her shoulder a squeeze. "I'd like to think I've got a little more time left before you start bringing boys home." "What's so bad about it?" Julia asked, biting down on her lip. Sean took his time answering. She knew he liked to watch his TV shows since he was always flying off. "Gods," he finally gave in. "I knew this was going to happen sooner or later." Then he did something he never did. He picked up the remote and shut the television off. He gave Bruno a good thump before tossing the dog off the couch. Bruno went willingly, but turned to look back at Sean with a hurt expression only dogs could pull off (she had tried, but her parents never bought it) before padding off toward the kitchen. "Okay. What do you want to know?" That was Julia's dad. He didn't beat around the bush once he made a choice. Julia looked down at herself, balling her hands into clutching her nightgown. She looked back up at him curiously, feeling her cheeks flush red. "How do..." She blushed harder. "How do you..." "Do it?" Sean dropped casually, though he was thoroughly red in the ears. He coughed to clear his throat. "I gather you and your mom have 'talked'?" After Julia nodded, he continued. "Well, it's pretty straightforward. Guys have their... 'things' they stick into girls'... ah..." "It's okay, dad," Julia helped. "Penises and vaginas." Sean shuddered. "Don't help... this is hard enough. But yeah, essentially a guy puts his penis into a girl's vagina... do we have to talk about this?" Julia was well awake now, and curious as hell. She, of course, had examined her own privates including poking a finger into the extremely small hole. It had felt weird the first time, and it felt too uncomfortable at first. Like something was sticking out of her bum. Her mom said that feeling would change... and it had after she got down the trick of using one hand on her clitoris and the other slowly sticking a finger inside. It had been... exhilarating, short, and fast rising. The experience left her breathless and gasping on her bed, and wet. "But how can it fit?" she asked, overcoming a swift surge of giggles. At which point Sean rubbed his face. "Kids," he muttered. He threw Julia a serious look she knew was his "I want to laugh but don't want to" look. He wiped his hands on his sweats. "Let's just say guys' things have different shapes and sizes. Some curve a bit, some are straight, some are just like bananas." He stopped there and gave Julia a suspicious look, as if he just gave her something new to think on – and if Julia had told him what she suddenly imagined, she was sure that would be the end of their talk. After a moment of searching, and Julia keeping a straight face, he continued. "Things grow, both boys and girls. When you're young, it doesn't seem like it's possible. Your mom... well, I'm sure she's shown you a few of her toys." He was having a hard time, taking out long pauses and it wasn't just his ears flaming now. His whole face was flushed. "Yeah, some of them look too big, but you need to remember you're still growing. What seems impossible now won't be in a few years." Then he mustered up the most serious look he could pull off for the moment and stared at Julia directly eye-to- eye. "Don't go messing around with your mom's... things. At least not the .. the penis shaped ones. Got it?" She didn't want to make that promise, but ultimately her dad made her. Her mom hadn't been as picky and said that if Julia needed to, take one (the smallest one, she noted). There were definitely differences between her mom and dad. Of course, that didn't stop her from sharing what both her mom and dad said with Amanda and Rachel. Rachel was all for checking out Julia's mom's stuff, which they did on an afternoon when her mom stepped out briefly for a store run. Amanda chose not to come over that day. As open as Amanda was on several subjects, she was made up on sex. She didn't like talking about it, and wasn't open to find out either. The one thing Julia liked about Rachel being her best friend was that Rachel was just as curious, if not moreso, as her. They had pulled out the dildos and stared at them incredulously, attempting to figure out how something so large could fit inside their vaginas. "It can't," Rachel popped off, goggling at the size of a good seven or eight inches dildo. Julia stuck her fingers against it. It was about as thick as four of her fingers. "Dad said we grow," Julia shared, glancing at the bedroom clock. She didn't think her mom would be back for at least forty more minutes. She eyed Rachel, who was eyeing the dildo and Julia. "What do you think?" Rachel asked. "About what?" Julia replied, though she was pretty sure she knew what Rachel was talking about. "Should we try?" Julia immediately felt a twinge down there and shifted on her feet. Rachel did the same. The two girls looked at each other, then at the dildo. She had promised her dad, but she only promised not to use them on herself. He didn't say anything about Rachel (though she was sure that if her dad bothered to remember, he would have included Rachel as she was over often enough). "C'mon," Julia said, at one making up her mind. They were going to figure this out. She felt a little damp thinking about it as her heart gave a thump. They had known each other since preschool, but Julia and Rachel never went and explored each other. Not for lack of curiosity. Rachel had a habit of peering at Julia when they were getting ready for bed, but neither girl had said anything. With her heart beating faster than she could remember, Julia lead Rachel back to her room. She hoped like hell her mom didn't come home early. She didn't think her mom would get angry, but then again she did say the thinner one. They were sneaking off with a good-sized, penis-shaped (or so her mom said) dildo. Once inside, Julia shut her bedroom door firmly and locked it. She turned back, facing Rachel, who looked suddenly uncertain and awkward. "Um," Julia said lamely. "Kinda different, isn't it?" Rachel said, more to break the ice than anything. She blushed. "I mean, uh..." Julia nodded, not trusting herself to say anything. She met Rachel's eyes, both girls staring at each other in Julia's room. "Yeah... uh." Rachel made the choice for them pulling off her shirt. Blushing harder, Julia dropped her mom's dildo on her bed before taking off her own shirt. She stopped at that, looking over at Rachel. Both girls stared at each other. Rachel had started. Not enough for a training bra, but her breasts were forming. Julia had just started seeing a slight hump. She swallowed, looking at Rachel's nipples which were more defined. "Weird," she agreed. It seemed too long. Rachel took a tentative step forward to Julia and held out an arm. "Can I?" she asked, all too hesitant. "I've never touched someone else's." Julia suddenly couldn't speak, and she was caught up in an exhilarated feeling not entirely aware of herself. It was surreal, as if somehow everything felt right, and wrong. She could only nod, a tingling sensation suddenly rippling across her skin. She felt hot. Still hesitant, Rachel slowly moved on Julia and reached a hand out, stopping a few inches away from Julia's slight curve. Julia wondered if Rachel was feeling the same way, and she was too wrapped up thinking about what her friend was thinking when Rachel's fingers grazed one of her nipples. A swift gasp overtook her as Julia glanced down. A thousand and one sensations struck at once as Rachel moved her hand over Julia's breast. She felt a hardening over her nipple as she hissed her breath. Rachel recoiled her hand, quick as lightning to gape back at Julia while stepping back. "Sorry!" Swooning a moment, Julia blew her breath out, a little harder than normal. Things were uncomfortably moist down between her legs. She remained standing in place as Rachel looked on at her, fearful. She finally met her best friend's eyes, nodding. "You gotta try it," she breathed, a slow foolish grin for no reason she could fathom. "What did it feel like?" Rachel giggled nervously. "Warm... tingly." Moving up on Rachel, Julia cautiously reached out. Their eyes never left each other as Julia's hand came into contact with something incredibly soft, warm, and just like Rachel said, tingly. Her gasp was softer than Rachel's, running her palm over Rachel's more developed breast. It was... smooth. Julia didn't know what to call the feeling. She stopped at the firming of a Rachel's nipple, looking down at the hardened stub. Licking her lips, she ran a finger over it. A quick hiss followed with Rachel's, "Jeez..." Julia drew her hand back, raising her head at Rachel, who had a strange, odd, cross-eyed glaze in her eyes. "What?" After a few moments of breathing hard, Rachel finally looked at Julia with a half-cocked smile. "I think I creamed." Shaking, slightly dizzy, Julia stared back on Rachel with a loopy smile as they both laughed briefly. She was definitely wet, and it seemed like the whole of her skin buzzed, from her fingertips to her toes. Taking a couple steps backwards, Julia steadied herself, still smiling. "Wow," she said in a breath. Both girls stood there until Rachel looked over at the dildo on the bed. Julia glanced at it and they threw each other a nervous glance. Rachel took several breaths before undoing her pants. Julia followed her friend's example and they both shimmied out of their pants, ditching them on the floor. Julia caught Rachel's eyes on her and blushed. She knew where Rachel was staring; she was doing the same thing, looking at her friend's underwear. Traveling eyes met each other as they straightened. Rachel moistened her lips. "Are... have you ever thought...?" "I've seen you looking," Julia confessed, looking back at Rachel's underwear. "Yeah... me, too." Rachel met Julia's stare, looking back down as well. In a swift motion, she pulled her underwear down and stepped out of them. Julia was riveted, frozen in place as her eyes locked on Rachel's privates. Slight wisps of red hair were growing down at what she guessed was the folds. Reddening, she took in a deep breath before yanking hers down and stepping out. Rachel looked at her up and down her body, and if her own stares were any indication, there was discomfort mixed with curiosity. Julia didn't have any hair yet (unlike her mom, who had complained to Julia once having to trim hers), not yet at least. She felt the pin-prickles though, it was a bit itchy. Quivering, Julia shifted on her legs and moved her hips a bit feeling things rub. The tingling hadn't gotten any better. And she was hot... not cold. Her body didn't seem to want to stop getting hot. She could feel the knob shifting. She wanted so much to reach down and rub, but Rachel was right there, staring at her, almost completely absorbed with Julia's body. It made her jumpy, but the pressure down there was getting unbearable. "D... d'ya," Rachel began, stopping as she flushed redder than her hair. "D'you ever... you know... touch yourself? Down there?" "Y-yeah," Julia stammered. Her own cheeks were burning to the point of hurting. The feeling was maddening. "Y- you?" Rachel nodded. Her breaths sounded funny. "N-not with anyone watching," she admitted, swinging her head up directly into Julia's eyes. She moved her hips a little. Her hand started moving down between her legs. Julia couldn't keep her eyes off Rachel's hand, dipping down between her legs and a finger slipping through, circling slightly. Her hand moved on its own. She had to do something... the burning sensation was consuming. Her fingers touched her clitoris and a low moan escaped her lips. A swift, powerful ripple swam both inside and out. Rachel's immediate moan cascaded her own... it was just bizarre! Julia didn't know if Rachel being here had something to do with it. She felt exposed, as if her secret had been whispered. The feelings were tense, more sharp. Their respective gasps filling her ears... unconsciously, she rubbed faster. Closing her eyes, Julia lost herself in the raw, intensified heat now spreading down her legs into her toes. Something clamped her hand against her pelvis as a skyrocketing explosion shot through Julia into a short scream. She felt another finger slide across her vagina folds as liquid seemed to explode, soaking her. She barely registered Rachel down on her knees in front of her, one hand furiously rubbing herself under hoarse groans, the other hand clamped with Julia's as another finger joined hers on the knob. If anything, Julia's screams only sparked Rachel to rub faster. Julia made a sharp cry, unable to voice what her body was doing, opening her mouth as her own breaths drew up short, gruff, in rhythm with the waves down spilling on top of each other and rising. She felt Rachel's finger brushing back and forth, faster... faster... A curious tightening in her stomach clenched. Without warning, she felt Rachel's finger pressing in— Julia only remembered a powerful blast— she stared up at Rachel with her eyes barely open. Rachel, grinning down at Julia thought a sense in her forehead showed anxious concern. "Julia?" she asked, worried. "You okay?" Okay? Julia finally clued in she was on the floor and blinked a bit, feeling at once incredibly warm and relaxed. Her clitoris was twitching slightly—or spasming every few moments. Moaning once, she sighed and attempted to clam what seemed like over-sensitized skin. "Wow..." she breathed. "What happened?" "I think you blacked out," Rachel replied, flushed. "Sorry... I couldn't help it. D-did you orgasm?" Her mom told her about them, orgasms. But she didn't tell Julia how powerful they were. She felt herself twitch again, feeling somewhat weak. She nodded absently, foolishly grinning. For the first time, she looked, really looked, at Rachel. The flaming red hair that curled at the ends, staring at the nape of her neck. The freckles (Rachel always complained she had too many) covering her friend's face, her shoulders, her arms, down her chest and body. There were no words for what Julia was feeling... Rachel was... beautiful... At least to Julia, who fought her own wavy blond-brown hair every morning with a brush. "H-have y-you ever...?" Julia trailed off, basking in the warm buzz that seemed to be everywhere. Rachel shook her head. "N-not yet. W-will you do... will you do it to me?" Julia definitely didn't want to get up – she was still swooning. But she wanted Rachel to feel what she just went through. She never thought to ask mom if someone else could masturbate her. Rolling herself into a sitting position, Julia stared curiously at Rachel's vulva. Rachel eyed Julia's bed. "Let me lay down," she suggested. "Just in case." Nodding without a word, Julia picked herself up as Rachel crossed over to the bed, looked back over her shoulder at Julia, then sat herself down on the edge to lay back. Advancing on her friend, Julia approached as Rachel suddenly spread her legs, moving a hand between them to rub. Getting down on her knees, Julia at first just watched Rachel's hand rub, making circular motions. She was utterly fascinated with Rachel's folds, which were slightly darker than her own. Tentatively, she reached over and touched one of Rachel's inner folds— A sharp, indrawn gasp said it all. "Oh, shit." Rachel was definitely getting wetter. Julia moved her finger up and down, feeling for the shape of her friend's vagina as the gasps came more frequently. Everything felt slightly different from hers. A sharp, moaning cry told her that at least she was doing something right. Rachel's hand suddenly disappeared, and Julia felt her way for where she thought Rachel's knob should be... and couldn't find it. Rachel's voice wavered from somewhere above. "D-don't s-s-stop," she stammered. "W-whatever y-y-you're d-d- doing." "Where is it?" Julia whispered back, panicking slightly. Didn't all girls have clitorises? Rachel's trembling hand dipped in to spread her lips and the red hair forming around. Leaning closer, Julia saw something, hidden deeper. She dipped one of her fingers further in to hit something; hard, moist and suddenly flinging at her touch. "OH GOD!" Rachel screamed as her body tensed, then relaxed. Julia rubbed, flicking the small knob buried within back and forth. The problem was Rachel's was deeper, and she couldn't quite see what she was doing. Something her mom said came floating back to the back of her mind – something about licking the guy's thing. Rachel's buckling body wasn't helping either, and Julia felt a twinge of panic overwhelm her. She was scared... Stopping briefly to open up Rachel's vagina folds against her friend's moans, Julia saw it. Rachel's voice came floating down. "Julia..." It was a heavy, short-breathed voice. "No. Don't stop..." Julia didn't know what else to do. Hoping her mom was right (and it could be equally applied to a girl), she kept Rachel's opened and exposed knob with her fingers and stuck her head in. There was a sharp, musty scent filling her nostrils. Sticking her tongue out, Julia licked at Rachel's budding clitoris – as liquid flushed across her tongue, mouth and chin with an ear- shattering scream. Recoiling, Julia wiped her mouth jumping on her feet, looking down on Rachel sprawled on her bed, wide-eyed and panting hard. Rachel's chest heaved. "Rachel?" Julia asked, suddenly fearful. What had she done? "Rachel!" Rachel rolled her head up and refocused her eyes on Julia, dazed and cross-eyed. "W-what did you...?" she panted, placing a hand on her chest, her breasts. A crossed-crooked smile played on her lips. "So that's what it feels like..." Everything crashed home as Julia felt horribly miserable. "I'm sorry!" she wailed. "I didn't mean to – I mean, my mom said something... I licked you—" "You gotta try it," Rachel mumbled, cutting Julia off who stopped rambling abruptly. Rachel sighed as she closed her eyes, nodding her head. She pointed a finger down at the foot. "L-let's try it." Julia glanced down to where Rachel pointed and felt herself get slightly damp again. She forgot all about her mom's dildo, discarded on the bed. Reaching over, she grabbed it and held it up for Rachel to see. She wouldn't try it herself (stupid promise). "Y-you sure?" she asked, trying hard not to act as nervous as she suddenly felt. Rachel nodded and pulled her legs apart, reaching down to spread the folds around her vagina. Julia stared down at her friend, spotting the hole. Swallowing hard, she lowered the penis-shaped dildo to Rachel's exposed lips and rested the head of it near Rachel's hole. "Hold on." Squirming, Rachel removed a hand up and dipped a finger into her folds to rub herself. She finally nodded. Julia started slowly. It still looked too big to get inside Rachel, but she tried to press it in, the head of the dildo. Staring up at Rachel's wide eyes and gaping mouth, she tried again, getting a little bit of the dildo head to slip through. "Oh, shi—" Rachel started, trailing off. Her chest started heaving as two sharp gasps made Julia stop. "It's too big," Julia said, but Rachel shook her head, shooting her arms out to clench Julia's bed sheets. Breathing hard and slow, Rachel nodded at Julia as she moved her hips and spreading her legs wider. Red-faced, she nodded again. "Try again. I felt it start." Reluctant, Julia prodded the dildo head against Rachel's hole. A sudden thought seized her to run out of her room back to her mom's and grab the smaller one, the one her mom told her to use. She pressed it again, trying to get the dildo head to go in. "Rachel—" "You've got it right," Rachel breathed fast. "Just push." "Let me g et—" Rachel seized Julia's hand and helped, pushing the head into her. Julia saw the tip of it wriggle into Rachel's hole as a long, sharp gasp shook the girl on the bed. Julia didn't think Rachel's eyes could get any wider. "Oh God... Julia... push." Wincing, Julia pressed the dildo inward and watched with a detached fascination as Rachel took in the rest of the head and a part of the shaft when it abruptly stopped. She couldn't make the rest of it go in any farther, leaving a heaving Rachel flinging her head one way then the other, once more gripping Julia's bed sheets with hissing breaths. She looked to Rachel for a sign. Failing to get anything from Rachel, Julia started pulling the dildo out. Rachel's body shuddered with a short wail as her face flushed a deep red. "Oh GOD!" Rachel yelled. "What?!" Julia screamed, taking her hand off the dildo. Looking down and up at Julia, Rachel tried to get her breathing under control while nodding. "Do that again, push in and out." Gripped in silent fascination, Julia grabbed the dildo, jutting out from Rachel's vagina, and pushed it back in until it wouldn't budge, then pulled it back. Rachel's breaths were loud, short, and quick in rapid succession. She made a strange parrot noise as Julia worked what little of the dildo in as she should. Liquid suddenly squirted out from around the dildo as Rachel let loose a violent scream and shudder. Letting go, Julia stepped back. One of Rachel's hands lashed out, grabbing Julia's hand and yanked her forward, hard. Stumbling, Julia tripped and fell into Rachel--- With a scream that shattered the house. Leaping off Rachel, Julia sprang back, horrified and wide-eyed looking down at her friend and a good half of the dildo up inside Rachel, twisting the bed sheets into her fists and screaming. "Get it out! Get it out!" Julia darted in and grabbed the bottom end of the dildo. She yanked it as Rachel ripped several sharp cries. The dildo plopped out with a squelch as clear and red liquid began spilling, dribbling out of Rachel's vagina. The same clear and red liquid coated half of the dildo in Julia's hand. Transfixed, she stared at it as a quiet horror descended. Blood. It was blood. ***** Needless to say, Julia's mom came home to a hysterical pair of girls and blood on Julia's bed sheets. Julia was utterly convinced Rachel was going to die, Rachel herself complaining of dull aches and pain with a raw throbbing. It took the better part of the remaining daylight hours for Julia's mom to calm them down. It was the first time Julia and Rachel ever heard about a girl's hymen, and that the breaking of the hymen was a normal event – "though not now," Julia's mom grumbled, giving her daughter a short, pointed and piercing glare which meant this conversation wasn't finished. Her mom sat Julia down in the kitchen after making sure Rachel got herself home (two houses down). Julia saw their moms exchanging words and tried desperately hard to be anywhere else but on Rachel's front doorstep. She felt both moms' eyes on her. She didn't even look when she heard the two women laugh, but she hoped it was a good thing. But once back home in the kitchen, her mom made her sit at the table. Her mom did pour a couple glasses of lemonade and set one in front of Julia, before walking over to a high cabinet and pull out a bottle. Pouring a splash of whatever it was before coming back to take a seat near Julia, her mom threw her a narrow stare. "What were you thinking?" were the first words. Julia quivered, sinking lower in the chair. Tears stung her eyes. "We didn't think it could fit," she replied in a voice unlike her own. "Rachel wanted to find out..." "Why didn't you take the smaller one?" her mother asked, half exasperated, half amused (though Julia didn't pick up on it). Julia didn't have an answer for that. She looked up at her mom, and unconsciously shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," came her answer. She was numb from head to foot, and not looking forward to the punishment she was sure was coming. "Is Rachel seriously hurt?" No, Rachel wasn't hurt. Bruised, yes, as Julia's mom revealed to Julia that day. Though Rachel was smug about the whole thing (Julia didn't lean until later, about a week after, Rachel started again after her mother came home with a toy for her – "It doesn't last," Rachel whispered confidentially to Julia, walking home from school together). But Julia got asked a bunch of questions from her mom, if she liked girls in that way – she couldn't quite make her mom believe that was the first time she and Rachel did something like that. ***** Amanda said something Julia didn't catch. She swung back from looking at Helen and looked to Amanda, then to Rachel for support. Rachel kicked Julia under the school lunch table. "You'd be surprised what can fit," she offered, struggling hard not to giggle, but red- faced. Julia blushed, but kept herself in check. Amanda looked between her two friends, incensed and flushed. "Are you hiding something?" she demanded, but keeping her voice lowered. Amanda hated being kept in the dark as much as she didn't like talking about sex. Julia never did understand that part of Amanda. Rachel, blushing slightly, leaned even closer. "I got a toy," she whispered, winking at Julia. Amanda's reaction was, of course, turning beet red and struggling to refrain from commenting as she so often did when sex came up. They had known Amanda for about three years now. Instead, Amanda surprised the hell out of them by standing up, grabbing her tray, and moving off to another table. Julia, shocked, watched Amanda leave without saying a word, and turned to Rachel, who turned on her. "What's with her?" Rachel shook her head, apparently just as mystified. "I don't know." She suddenly giggled, going red in her ears. "We definitely need to get her in your bed." Julia started, then giggled too. She still remembered that day, three weeks ago when they broke Rachel's hymen (and her dad wasn't the only one who dropped the banana reference), and only a week since the rumors started. Julia glanced back at Helen again. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the girl. She was talking and laughing with the rest of her friends a couple tables down. Rachel caught Julia looking and for a moment, also watched before nudging Julia. "D'you think one of us should ask her?" she suggested. She threw Rachel a short glare, reminiscent of her mother's. "Even if we did, d'you think she'd tell us?" Rachel squirmed slightly. Julia knew what she was doing. "Don't you want to know how?" Rachel whispered back, sounding a little funny. At once Julia knew she wasn't alone – her best friend was thinking about it too. Apparently (according to Rachel), she had been using the dildo her mom got her as well as the banana and cucumber stock. She finally admitted it last weekend crashing at Julia's house, when they were supposed to be asleep and instead doubling up in Julia's bed. There hadn't been a sleepover until that Friday (as Julia learned, Rachel's mom had grilled her daughter harder than Julia's mom had done to her). ***** Julia squirmed and suppressed a moan while Rachel idly played with her. They lay naked next to each other in Julia's darkened room, on the bed. The sleeping bag on the floor was discarded. The blinds were open, letting in spring air and a moon-filled night. "Stop," Julia whispered. She felt Rachel's hand move off. "I need a break." "You gonna let me break it?" Rachel finally answered, stretching herself before scooting up next to Julia. Julia didn't answer, instead staring out across her room. The truth was she was terrified, remembering Rachel's scream. It sounded painful, and Julia didn't want to do it. It was bad enough knowing her mom was aware she and Rachel were "fooling around", as she called it. She had expected to be grounded, that the sleepovers would stop. That afternoon didn't make a lot of sense. Her mom had gone all strange on her, asking if she liked girls, playing with them "that way". She felt there was a lot she didn't know or understand. The only thing that happened was the disappearance of the "box". Julia had gone into her parents' room one afternoon looking for it, and couldn't find it in the usual spot. "Well?" Rachel asked, sounding put out. "Mom hid her box," Julia replied, not daring to look at Rachel. She half suspected Rachel would grab the same dildo that broke her hymen. There was no way Julia was going to let Rachel use that thing on her. Her dad, she had decided, had been right. She wanted her body to grow more before trying something like that. "Oh," Rachel's voice sounded far away. After a moment, her hand slid over Julia's exposed thigh and dipped down between her legs. Shuddering, Julia withheld a short gasp as Rachel's fingers found her knob and started rubbing. She spread her legs a bit as Rachel slid up and dipped her head down. Something soft and wet flickered against her and Julia bit back a scream building in her throat, leaving her gasping. "Try this," Rachel suggested, swinging herself on top of Julia, facing her sex toward her. Julia stared into Rachel's folds, barely visible in the dark, as Rachel's tongue returned. Shuddering as Rachel lowered her pelvis on her face. "Do that thing with the tongue," Rachel whispered, breathing harder. "I saw a picture of this in one of my dad's magazines." Bringing her head up, Julia licked, traveling from tip to tip of Rachel's bum. Whatever she did, Rachel's body shivered. Her mouth opened wide as Julia felt Rachel's tongue wrap around her knob and had to grab a pillow to shove it over her face – the rippling scream with waves of rocking sensations knocking her into orgasm. "Don't stop," Rachel's voice came back. Julia felt her friend's fingers poking into her vagina, followed by another lick against her clitoris. She felt the room begin to spin as small waves spasmed through her body. She tucked the pillow behind her head and brought her head up to Rachel's backside, bringing her tongue out to lick across Rachel's vagina and folds. Rachel's body shivered again as her thighs tightened, squeezing Julia's head. She felt the tingles coming, and grabbed Rachel's hips to pull her sex closer. She ran her tongue, tasting the same salty musk. Running her tongue over Rachel's hole, she felt it dip into something moist, soft and hot... a warm summery hotness that coated her taste buds as a sticky fluid coated her tongue. She wasn't sure who was moaning, her or Rachel. Something warm and wet flickered at her opening as pressed in. Julia's last conscious memory was sticking her tongue as far as she could inside Rachel's, and her friend's in hers. ***** Coming home, Julia dumped her backpack next to the front door and made for the kitchen. She was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. The panties needed to go. She cut through the family room and walked into the kitchen expecting to find her mom, but no one was there. Stopping inside the kitchen doorway, she frowned and peered around. A folded notecard on the kitchen table. Coming over, Julia picked it up and opened the notecard. "Don't forget to feed Bruno. I'll be back around seven, so stay out of trouble (that goes for you too, Rachel)." Love, Mom Stifling a laugh, Julia let the note float back on the table as a peculiar feeling swept over her, an exhilarated one knowing she had the house to herself for the next three and a half, four hours. She glanced over at the phone, half tempted to call Rachel over... then decided against it. 'This is my time.' It wasn't the first time she had the thought. She had thought about it before, usually when either she or Rachel were at each other's houses. As much fun as it was, Julia missed being able to have her time... play with herself. There was something about it, and she didn't know what it was. Coming out of the kitchen, Julia stripped off her shirt heading out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs for her room. Bruno didn't get fed until five, more than enough time to take care of her 'itch'. A short jog down the upstairs hall and into her room, she flung her shirt on the floor and stripped the rest of her clothes off. She was hot. She flopped out at the foot of her bed, draping her legs off the end, and rolled over on her back to slide a hand down her front and dip down. She slowly began to rub herself (Rachel went too fast, that was one of her complaints). God... it felt good... she made a small moan with a fast flicker over her knob, drawing a fast sigh. Rachel taught her that trick. Somewhere in the middle of it, Julia's thoughts went back to the rumor. Was the story true? Did Helen get raped by a dog?? She gasped, remembering the suddenly flash of some mid-sized brown and white dog humping over Helen's back in the middle of a backyard patio and lawn, a high fence to keep neighbors from seeing inside. She imagined blond-haired, Miss Perfect Helen sunbathing in some two-piece bathing suit, maybe she ditched it. And some dog... maybe the gate got left open somehow... wandering in. A sudden flash back to the dog hunched over Helen's back... how? Helen's moans (mixed with Rachel's moaning screams), screaming out. Was it a good feeling? Did it hurt? Was it like the dildo? Or was it more pleasurable than a finger, or a tongue? Julia's breaths staggered, coming out sharp as her body shook. She dipped a finger into her vagina and groaned louder – fueled with the image of Helen burned into her imagination, being humped by a dog. Two thoughts suddenly leapt out as she increased her finger speed, and the slow-building wave starting to convulse her body. If the dog did rape Helen, how did it get her on her stomach? Moaning loud, ripples spreading, Julia worked furiously as she used fingers on her other hand to dip inside. She cried out, as the second set of waves caught up with the first and drowned her skin into tingles and a vague, weird sense of frozen time. Her second thought was: What does a dog's penis look like? She came with a slow-building scream, a pleasurable one that crashed through her before settling into a warm, tingling relief. Sighing, she closed her eyes briefly and removed her hands, flopping spread eagle on her bed. It was the first time since the day she and Rachel used the dildo that Julia was free to do what she wanted at home. And yet, a guilty twinge in the back of her mind wished her friend was here now. Feeling the day's heat ebb with her own inner radiating heat, Julia drifted off... It was cold, somewhat firm, and fuzzy. Julia snapped awake and bolting into a sitting position with a gasp. She stared down at the Rottweiler, Bruno, his cold snout poking her inside thigh. "No! Bruno!" she shouted, pushing his bead away from her. Her heart skipped a few times as it suddenly sank in... 'he was sniffing me.' An immediate dampness crept in between her legs and Julia squashed the thought that suddenly came to her. She gulped, and Bruno the dog sat on his rump on the carpeted floor of her room, thumping his tail. 'Do dogs rape people?' Julia didn't think so, but at the moment, in the warmth of her room and looking down at the family pet cocking his head up at her, she wasn't sure. Glancing over at a clock on her night stand, she saw it was fifteen minutes past five. "Oh," she replied lamely. Duh. Bruno came up looking for someone to feed him. The dog knew his feeding schedule, better than Julia and the rest of the family. Feeling somewhat relieved (and a hideous thought of a twinge of disappointment in the back of her mind – 'Stop thinking about it!'), Julia slid off her bed onto her feet. Bruno sprang up on his feet and nudged Julia's hand before sniffing at it, licking it. "Stop it, Bruno," Julia barked, jerking her hand away. And stopped... looking down at her dog who sniffed and nudged his snout against her leg. He had sniffed at the hand she used to dip inside... squeezing her eyes shut, Julia drew in a deep breath and exhaled. Reaching down, she gave Bruno a good scratch on the head, keeping her hand down as the dog sprung his head up, sniffing around her hand before darting his tongue out to lick at her fingers. Sandpapery... "It's scent," Julia whispered to herself, a piece of the puzzle falling into place. Her dog could smell what she did, watching Bruno lick her fingers with his sandpaper tongue over and over. Julia abruptly walked out of her room, not sure what the hell she was thinking anymore. Amanda's words from earlier floated back. "Dogs have penises too." She came to a halt in the middle of the second floor hall, breathing hard and fast as she felt the dampness between her legs. Was this how it happened for Helen? Did some dog sniff her? She froze and closed her eyes, trying hard to get rid of the image of Helen and some dog humping her. 'Stop,' came her panicked thought. 'Stop thinking about it!' The dampness between her legs was becoming uncomfortable. Bruno came out of Julia's room behind her, sniffing around and followed, his snout to the ground, up behind her. His snout came up and sniffed around her ankles and Julia cringed, feeling his wet nose brush up against her bare flesh. She quivered, then shivered as Bruno sniffed his way up both of her legs. His nose darted in to sniff between her buttocks— Her body flinched, jerking twice. A cold wet nose hit her vagina and she felt liquid dripping, shuddering as she remained frozen in the hall. It hit her – a rough, wet sandpapery feeling setting loose a scream as Julia fell forward. A loud bark as Bruno jumped back. She crouched, covering her head as she rocked back and forth down on her knees. She couldn't get the image of Helen out of her head. The cold, wet sandpaper touch hit her buttocks again, making Julia convulse. Warm fur... and the sandpapery feeling was everywhere! Over her buttocks, into the crack running down... she gasped as she felt it touch her anus. Cold! And yet... feelings that she couldn't name, feeling something across her backside as she shivered. It coursed through her skin and left her gasping on the floor as she felt Bruno's tongue stick itself into her anus again, licking once. Her body jerked. A second, harder lick. There was a dim thought of whether this was how it happened to Helen. All of her thoughts stopped as Julia shivered again, the rough, yet powerfully convulsive wet sandpaper lick across her backside. She raised herself up without thinking about it, bringing up her hips as Bruno's tongue lapped across her vagina... It was a hard and fast moan, feeling fluid spill from her hole and a hot, scraping tongue lapping at it. Julia couldn't think, feeling the heat and the swift, powerful tingling sweep over her as Bruno's tongue lapped harder... harder... dipping between her folds against her knob... her vagina... her anus. "God..." Julia whispered, half crying as the waves hit her, harder than before to send her skin trembling with each lick. Her arms buckled, supporting herself as Bruno lapped harder, the hot sandpaper tongue dipping into her vagina and licking everywhere! She was drowning... And it was gone. Shaking violently, Julia crouched, coming down on her elbows, her hips still raised, her sex exposed. She felt fur across her back, still swimming in wet heat spells that sent the hall spinning. Rachel's words filled her ears. "Ah, c'mon! You can't say you weren't trying to picture it." A sharp, searing pain hit her inner thigh. Julia clenched her teeth as she came up, feeling hot, steaming breath on her neck. A second jagged poke sent her sprawling on the floor with a scream and a bark somewhere behind her. Julia scrambled up onto her hands and knees as she felt fur clamp down on either side of her hips. "NO!" She felt pain... a searing, tearing pain as Julia screamed hard and fast. Something tore through her, thickening fast and jamming into her hard. Her head whiplashed forward as she felt a hairy lump hit her shoulder and another, sharper, tearing pain sending a howl from her lips as something moved in and out of her, fast and quick, jerking her forward. "GET OFF!" Julia screamed, tears streaming from her face. Pain... inside and growing as something huge blossomed. Outward pressure from all around as the motions came faster, harder... sinking into her, like some kind of softball trying to squeeze through a crack between cement blocks. Julia let out an ear-shattering scream as the world around her blacked out. THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 34