From: wanker@dick.net   
      
   Feel free to leave a response as she suggests and I'll send it back to   
   where I got the story!   
      
      
      
   My  Story   
      
   by   
      
   Jennifer  P.   
      
   ONE   
      
      
   People who count with me tell me I'm exceptionally bright for a twelve   
   year old so I take that at face value, although if it were true I   
   probably wouldn't be writing this, let alone sharing it with strangers   
   - even under an assumed name.  I started linking about on the net a   
   few years back - when I was eight, encouraged by my parents to use the   
   web as an educational tool to supplement conversations they have with   
   us (I'm NOT an only child!) regularly enough.   
      
   My motivation here, cutting to the chase as they say, is to dispel   
   some common and general misconceptions prevailing in American society   
   with regard to that evil bane to childhood misnamed 'the Paedophile'   
   (I like Greek stuff!").   
      
   Got your attention, huh!   
      
   I first started fooling about on a computer when I was four, sitting   
   on Dad's lap while he 'took care of business' in the evening.  He's a   
   CPA and does a good deal of his research level stuff here at home so   
   he can have a life, as he puts it.  As we each had our eighth   
   birthday, we got our own computer and were told if we had schoolwork   
   to do, it was okay to search the web for answers.  I was ten when I   
   started doing my research leading up to this thesis.  That's what Dad   
   calls it.  Well, actually, I was probably four because that's when I   
   first introduced myself to hardcore sex.  I was probably even younger   
   because I've always been aware of the good feelings to be had from   
   those so-called erogenous zones.  I've also always had an awareness of   
   the sensations derived from the senses; the little start-up charge   
   from certain smells or sights, like a dog getting a woody or another   
   person relieving themselves, or the insuppressible curiosity inspired   
   by various magazines or web sights.  That takes us back to when I was   
   probably four, because it was only later that I had my fifth birthday.   
      
   I'm going to give as much factual detail and speculation as I can   
   because I've read some pretty raunchy bits of literature and I'll bet   
   I can outdo at least some of it.  When I'm done I plan to post this to   
   some news groups I know about and hopefully, anyone reading it will   
   post their opinion so I can determine how far out in left field I   
   might be headed!   
      
   We live on the outskirts of town on about an acre of land bordering a   
   forested area.  The area around the house is naturally landscaped with   
   a nice lawn and some flowerbeds inside a large fenced area to keep the   
   wildlife at bay.  Another, larger area where the garden is also has a   
   tall wire kind of fence and there is a smaller area also accessible   
   from the back porch where the Willie sleeps.  He's one of those Aussie   
   Shepherd types with a bright pale eye and a deep brown one.  He's   
   about ten years old now, but still full of life.  There's cats and a   
   family of ferrets, too, that mostly hang out together under the small   
   barn where we keep a few goats.  Going on back perhaps fifty feet is   
   some unkempt yard and then some woods that go on for quite a ways.  We   
   only have maybe a hundred feet of trees and the rest Dad says belongs   
   to the National Forest (not gonna tell which one!).  Dad says the   
   nearest neighbor is about two acres away and he likes it that way. Mom   
   says we can run around naked whenever we want to and her and Dad spend   
   a lot of time that way.  So do the rest of us when nobody disapproving   
   is going to be around.  Both Mom and Dad have friends over sometimes   
   who feel the same way, but us kids have friends from school who just   
   don't seem to understand.  All that got sorted out years ago to the   
   conclusion that we are the Strangers in a Strange Land.  Mostly, we   
   just don't have people over that might compromise us!  Anyway, now you   
   have the lay of the land sufficient to the rest of this story.   
      
   The day in question must have been in the summer because I got up   
   early and it seemed like forever before the warm sun went behind the   
   trees signaling bath and bedtime.  I had done breakfast and fooled   
   around on a play set at one end of the garden area and gone back in   
   the house to watch some more television.  After falling asleep on the   
   carpet for a spell, Mom fixed me a sandwich and I took it outside at   
   her insistence to avoid making a mess inside and there I was,   
   wandering about in the grass near the back porch near the parking area   
   where our small fleet of vehicles were strung out.  Willie came out of   
   nowhere all wagging of body and tail, his intent obviously motivated   
   by food.  He's not a big dog, actually, but back then I was only a   
   head above his shoulders, or so it seemed.  That put my ham sandwich   
   well in his reach and after a friendly swipe at my face with his   
   tongue, he took an aggressive snap at the food.  He seemed a bit   
   disappointed that my reflexes were almost as good as his!  Circling   
   around me with a look of determination, he stopped abruptly near my   
   left side, settled with folded front legs and raised butt, nose close   
   to the ground, and gave out a demanding woof that got him nothing.   
   Another woof and, since I'd already eaten half the treat, I tore off a   
   handful and held it out.  Being well mannered otherwise, he carefully   
   accepted it with his front teeth and then stepped back to chomp it a   
   few times and it was gone.  While taking another bite myself, I pushed   
   up against his front shoulder and dropped an arm about his neck to   
   give him a nice hug.  His nose came about to bump me square in my   
   puffy vulva, his wet nose sliding quickly over me, sending a brief   
   shiver through me and making my cheeks feel warm.  Oh, I forgot to   
   point out that I was naked save for a pair of sandals.  As I   
   mentioned, clothing is optional!  As my mind tried to grasp the   
   meaning of this new sensation rushing over me, Willie cleverly snapped   
   at the lowered sandwich, narrowly missing my small hand while   
   acquiring all but a small piece of the lunch, leaving me mostly the   
   bread and trimmings.  He chomped and swallowed and that was the end of   
   that.   
      
   I frowned at the remains, felt comfortably filled anyway, and   
   cavalierly tossed him the remains, saying with a frown, "Here, you   
   pig!" or something to that effect.  He swallowed this bit whole and   
   pranced around me a couple of times as I made my way to the garden   
   gate, thinking to crawl about on the plastic gym designed for climbing   
   about through a collection of pipes that stood maybe six feet high.   
   Once I opened the gate, he brushed past me and then turned to crouch   
   down as I approached him.  I remember his eyes glittered and his   
   tongue lolled out one side of his mouth.  I turned toward the play set   
   and he sprang past me only turn and crouch again before unexpectedly   
      
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