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 To Be Young, Kinky & Black - Part 1 (M/g, oral, anal, ws, scat) 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, going in
somebody's mouth."

   "So do you think you'll be able to 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 to believe 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 start hurtin', 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."

   "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.

   n"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 shit-streaked pile driver 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
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 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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