From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:22:11 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARISSA Chapter 1 plus intro(College teen f/mast)
From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee)
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 22:22:11 GMT
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I don't know about you, but I like an introduction. I always
wonder where the author got the original idea.
Following is the original text of a post I saw in the A.S.S.
newsgroup. I was interested. Hey, it was an interesting post. I
edited out Mari's last name, email address, etc., but the post
itself is unedited. Even the few typos suggested to me a person
in a hurry. At work? At college?
From: "Marissa _________" (Reply-To: MD904......(ALL EDITING MINE)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: someone write me a story
Date: Sat, 3 Feb 15:02:34 -0600
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Hmmm is houldnt be on this group at all, but i just cant resist.
No one seems to be writing the type of stories i want to read (but
i guess most are for males).
Is there anyone out there, an one of you great writers who can
write me a story? Then you can email it to me because i'm not
usually on this group (no time).
I'll describe the type of story i'd like. please dont make fun
of it
because i'm sorry but this is what really turns me on. Its kind
of based on real life too!
A girl (you can use my name) enjoys masturbating but she is
worried that she does it too much so she is going to try to wait
a long period of time (say two weeks) without touching herself
at all. She has a high sex drive though so she encounters all
kinds of difficulty in situations (the tub, in bed, etc) as
she tries desperately to resist temptation and make it the whole
two weeks...
You could have it end any way you want hehehe what do you
guys think
P.S. it doesnt have to be super-graphic, most girls arent
into that.
P.P.S. arent there any women out there writing? i cant write,
or i'd try to write the story.
the best story emailed to me will get the author an "EMAIL KISS"
and i'll be his pen pal :)
thank you! bye!!
-Mari
Now, how many posts like that do you see in the average week?
Yeah, me too. I just couldn't pass this one up. BTW the characters
in the story are based pretty much on compulations of real-life
people I've known. But, as they say, that's another story.
Here's _Marissa_, Chapter 1.
WARNING- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, DON'T READ IT. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY KIND.
Marissa
Chapter 1
Marissa marched into the shower room and headed straight
for the first empty stall, nodding a quick "hello" to a guy she
knew from the dorm.
The co-ed shower was conveniently located down the hall from
her room on the second floor of the freshman dorm. A twenty second
walk. Marissa psyched herself as she walked. Joan of Arc, on her way
to the stake. She briefly wondered if Joan had had the habit. She
shook it off. Marissa had promised herself that she wouldn't
masturbate in the shower, no matter what. But the promise was made
after an orgasm, when she was at peace. And now her sexual hunger
was fierce.
Taking off her robe, Marissa quickly stepped inside the shower
stall. She adjusted the water. "If I make this fast, I'll be all
right."
With businesslike determination, she began to soap her arms,
then under her arms, then her stomach, purposely avoiding her
breasts. Down the right leg, around to her right cheek, across
the small of her back and down the crack to her anus. She washed
it quickly, and got out of there. Almost done and doing fine.
"This is a snap," she thought, "nothing to it." Removing all
thought from her mind, she began to soap her breasts. After six
days without an orgasm, the nipple sensitivity was excruciating.
"Just soap them once, you don't work in a coal mine." Rinse. Rinse.
"O.K. here we go...I'm under control..I'm just so strong."
She pushed the dispenser, and liquid soap squirted into her
right palm. Thinking, she transferred it to her left; the one she
didn't masturbate with. Taking a breath, Marissa began soaping her
rich, dark, pubic hair, conciously avoiding her clitoris. Then,
reaching underneath, she washed both lips. They responded as usual,
thickening under her touch. She could feel herself opening slightly.
"Just makes the job easier," she thought, "I'm doing fine."
Her middle finger washed between the lips. She soaped away the
slippery wetness. It was replaced by more. Her sexual excitement was
building and the reptile that lived in the base of her brain was
massaging her pleasure center and whispering to her, telling her
how much better she'll feel after her orgasm. Enough! Now the
part she was dreading. Bending her pelvis up to give herself better
access, Marissa parted the lips, exposing her clitoris.
"Please God, give me the strength." In one quick motion, she
skinned it back, exposing the glans, and then, bracing herself, she
let the water hit it. It was almost more than she could bear, and
she was overcome with the urge to give in. "Just a few more seconds,
I can last," she thought, as she quickly washed it. Turning away
from the water, she gratefully released the hood. She'd made it.
Looking down, she could see the crimson tip, swollen and
pulsating, still protruding from under the hood. Slowly, as
she watched, it returned to its hiding place.
Returning to her room, Mari dressed quickly in shorts and
a tee-shirt, and decided to go up top. There were chairs and
chaise lounges scattered over the dorm's flat roof, and it was
a great place for studying. Being at college on a scholarship,
she took her studies seriously.
Selecting a chaise in the shade, next to the little house
that hid the air conditioning system, Marissa began studying,
methodically preparing for her next class. After she was certain
she had the material down cold, she put the book aside.
Stretching out in the chaise lounge, Marissa thought about
how lucky she was. Her excellent grades earned her a scholarship
to a prestigious Big Ten school, and she loved college life. Her
serious study habits made her a success academically, and her
outgoing personality ensured that she was well liked by her friends.
At eighteen, with her radiant smile and flashing dark eyes,
Marissa was still a virgin. But it wasn't for lack of male
attention.
She was five-foot seven, and walked with an unstudied
sensuality that had fueled the fantasies of half the guys on
campus. And she was well aware of the stir she caused in the
co-ed shower.
The atmosphere of relaxed nudity maintained in the shower
room was a powerful drug for Marissa. She'd take off her robe
and allow one of the guys to engage her in conversation.
Inevitably, they'd be joined by others, some talking, but most
just standing there looking, secure in the protection of the
crowd. She'd watch them struggling to appear nonchalant, trying
to control their obvious excitement, talking rubbish as
glistening drops of pre-cum formed on the heads of their
flaccid dicks.
The thought that her naked body was having such a profound
effect on them would get her so hot that she couldn't wait to
get herself off. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she'd step
into the stall and take her shower, letting her soapy hands
excite her further.
She would have preferred to masturbate right there in the
shower stall, but she was afraid someone would open the curtain,
and she'd be caught. So, using the anticipation of the pleasure
she was shortly to give herself, Marissa would hold off.
By the time she got back to her dorm room, Marissa would
be desperate. Never knowing when her roommate would appear, she'd
run into the bathroom, carefully lock the door, rip off her robe,
and masturbate furiously, thinking of how the boys who had seen
her naked body, her buck-naked body, were masturbating themselves
right then, unable to control themselves, she had gotten them so
hot.
It was actually a variation on this same scenario, only
hotter...much hotter, that had resulted in Marissa's last orgasm,
six days before. Like a moth flying around a flame, instinctively
sensing the danger of its activity, but somehow unable to resist,
Marissa, laying innocently in the chaise lounge, closed her eyes
and allowed herself to remember...
End of Chapter 1.
From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:24:48 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARISSA Chapter 2(teen/f/m,shower mast)
From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee)
Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 22:24:48 GMT
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MARISSA
Chapter 2
When Marissa entered the shower room six days ago, she thought
she was alone.
Removing her robe, she was about to step into the shower when
she heard the curtain being pulled open on the stall next to hers. It
was Bob, the pathetically shy boy from her psych class. Although
outgoing on the surface, Marissa was still a little shy around guys.
But not with Bob. His obvious shyness bolstered her own confidence.
"Hi, Bob," she said, smiling at him, "how goes it?" Because of
the relaxed attitude about nudity in the shower room, and because they
were alone, Marissa didn't bother to cover herself.
"Hi Mari," was the best he could manage. She sensed his
nervousness, his inner excitement.
As they continued their stilted conversation, Bob couldn't keep
himself from glancing repeatedly at Mari's body.
The realization that this friend he knew so well from class,
this bright, innocent girl who excited him so--whom he would pass
quickly in the hall, bringing his face close to her hair, just to get
a whiff of her-- whom he fantasized about constantly, was standing
naked before him, her breasts only mere inches from his chest, proved
too much for him.
Without warning, the reptile that lived in the base of his
brain, that nameless thing that cared only about its own satisfaction,
woke up. Slowly it crawled into his cerebellum, where it scratched
around a little, causing his breathing to quicken and his heart to
race.
Then, mercilessly, it found his pleasure center, and began to
slowly massage it, sending a tingle all the way back down his spinal
cord, causing his scrotum to tighten. As the tingle spread through
his buttocks, he glanced down and saw, with horror, that his dick had
begun to swell up, doing a little dance as it did.
None of this was lost on Marissa, whose own little reptile had
awakened. It was as though Bob's growing excitement was flowing from
the tip of his penis directly between her legs. "I'm beginning to work
on my paper," she offered as casually as she could, hoping he didn't
detect the hoarse excitement in her voice.
"Yeah, well, me too. I'm kinda...," Bob was mortified. His
erection was now past the halfway point, and, he realized, past the
point of no return.
If he kept up this ridiculous line of conversation, she'd
think he was a fool, or worse, insane. As his penis reached its full
size and rigidity, the blue-veined shaft thick and throbing, the
pulsating purple head pointing directly at the light fixture above
them, Bob covered himself with his towel.
Looking her straight in the eyes, he said, "I'm sorry, Mari.
I didn't mean...I mean I tried to keep it down, it's just that you're
so beautiful...please...please don't be mad...I just can't control
it."
"It's OK Bob," she whispered. She glanced down. His towel
looked like a hastily erected scout tent. "I'll take it as a
compliment. Still friends?"
"You bet. Now let me get out of here before someone comes in."
He paused a few feet from her and stopped. Turning his head, he said
with difficulty, "Maybe we could work on our papers together...you
know, exchange ideas..."
"I'd like that. Now I really have to take my shower."
Marissa stepped into the stall, closing the curtain. As she
washed, her right hand repeatedly rubbed between her legs, teasing her
clitoris, in stages, into a state of frenzy.
Then, checking to make sure nobody was around, she turned
toward the back of the stall, bending her knees in an approximation of
a suma wrestler's stance, and began to masturbate, rubbing the right
side of her clitoris with the first two fingers of her right hand.
Marissa tried to stop herself. It was too dangerous; she could
get caught. And she hated giving in to the habit. With great effort,
she managed to slow down. Then she stopped.
But that reptilian thing that fed off her excitement would
have none of it. Now fully awake, and moving, it knew exactly what to
do. Reaching that sweet part of her brain, that part that seemed to
be directly connected to her clitoris, it began massaging, teasing,
telling her it was all right to do it just this time.
Marissa's urge to masturbate became overpowering. She knew she
couldn't stop herself. With a sigh of resignation, her right hand went
back between her legs.
Her fingers expertly located her clitoris, and she began
rubbing it again, this time knowing exactly where she was going.
Looking over her right shoulder to make sure the curtain was
still closed, she continued on, faster and faster, rubbing and
rubbing.
Dipping her middle finger into her vagina up to the first
knuckle, she flicked it between the lips, driving herself into another
world, a place where the only reality was the relief she was
methodically bringing herself to.
In her new place, she saw with razor-sharp clarity how Bob,
excited beyond reason by her naked body, was doing the exact same
thing in his room, standing precisely in the same position, the
glistening head of his penis blinking on and off like a purple beacon
as his fist pumped wildly up and down.
Back to her clitoris, rubbing and rubbing, now on the side,
now on the tip, now back to the side, her practiced fingers knowing
just what to do, she began to feel herself getting close. "This is
going to be a big come," was all she could think.
When she started getting the feeling, she could barely keep her
balance. She splayed her feet, pushed her pelvis out, and bent her
knees still further.
As the brain-burning, pre-contraction ecstasy hit her
clitoris, she shut her eyes tight, bit her bottom lip and slowed her
stroking, hoping to make the best feeling in the world last as long as
possible.
Too soon, the first contraction hit. Marissa then went back
to stroking the right side of her clit at three strokes per second.
That, she had found, produced the strongest orgasms.
"Ohh...ohh...ohh...," she moaned, over and over, through ten
gut-wrenching contractions. Her long, final grunt brought her back to
reality. "God, what a come," was all she could think.
When she got back to her room, she was disgusted with herself.
"Why do I always give in?" she though.
She'd been a compulsive masturbator since she was thirteen,
and she'd been trying to quit ever since. She'd tell herself she'd
never do it again, but by the second day she'd be back at it,
promising herself that this would definitely be the last time.
She knew that just about all of her girfriends back home did
it, but they all seemed to have it under control. Most of them said
they did it about once a week, or less. She told them the same thing,
"Yeah, me too, maybe once a week," but she knew that wasn't the truth.
The real truth was, she had to do it just about every day.
Sometimes twice. She just couldn't stop herself, no matter how hard
she tried. The longest she had ever been able to last was five days,
during a trip to Florida for honor students, sponsored by the Optimist
Club.
"Well, this time is going to be different," she said to
herself as she sat on her bed. It was a blow to her ego, that she
could do just about anything she put her mind to, except stop
masturbating. "I make myself this promise," she said to herself
solemnly. "I will not masturbate for a two week period, starting now."
She was full of post-orgasmic resolve.
The next day went well. Sure, she got that familiar urge once
or twice, but she made it through fine. The second day was harder,
but concentrating on her studies, she managed to resist.
Today, however, laying here in the sun, she had made a costly
error. "Why did I let myself think of Bob in the shower?" she thought.
Hoping that naming the cause would somehow lessen its influence, she
let it out. "I thought about it because I'm so horny."
"Are you coming to class, Mari?" It was her roommate, Vicki,
yelling from the roof's doorway. Getting up from the chaise lounge,
Marissa wondered how she would make it through the day.
End of Chapter 2
From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:12:54 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARISSA Chapter 3 (Teen f, sexual discovery, mast)
From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee)
Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:12:54 GMT
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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18,
DON'T READ IT.
MARISSA
Chapter 3
As Marissa and Vicky entered psych class, Bob, "Shower
Bob", now to Mari, was just taking his usual seat, as far back as
possible in the lecture hall.
"Hi Bob." She said, deciding to take the seat next to
him.
Bob grunted a reply, and looked at his book, suddenly
realizing that he needed to read. Mari leaned over. "Hey Bob, she
said, "who has bigger balls, firemen or policemen?"
Bob's head shot up, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Whoever sells the most tickets!" She delivered the line,
laughing, and Bob, realizing it was a joke, started laughing too.
The ice was broken. "My brother Todd told me that joke last year.
"He's really smart, and loves to tell jokes."
Bob, now completely relaxed, said, "He sounds nice. You
must really like him."
"Right on both counts. He's a great young guy, and I do
like him alot. He's one of the nicest guys I know." Marissa
scooted down in her seat. "Boy, do I like him," Marissa thought,
as the lecture began.
As the professor began droning on and on, in his hypnotic
monotone, Marissa began to loose interest. She closed her eyes,
and as the lecturer's voice beat a soft, lazy tattoo in her ear,
she began to think back to a time not that long ago, when the
world was new.
Marissa had always been interested in sex. When she was
eleven,(going on twelve was the way she thought of herself), she
would help her mother give Todd, her ten year old brother, a
bath. Todd was big for his age, tall and well proportioned, and
as smart as they came. He shared his sister's dark good looks.
The two kids got along great.
"You both took after your father's side of the family,"
their mother would tell them. Their father was a hot blooded
European of questionable pedigree. "Half gypsy and half jackel,"
was the way Marissa heard her mother once describe him. He went
out for a quart of milk four years ago, and no one had seen him
since.
Although Mari wouldn't admit it to a living soul, she
found that she got a crazy thrill when she helped bathe her
brother. It kind of worried her, and she couldn't quite get a
grip on the emotion. A guilty little pleasure that she couldn't
quite nail down. "I'm not doing anything wrong," she would
reason, "just helping mom."
"Yeah, right. Just helping mom and looking at his
thing," she'd admit to herself.
Mari knew it wasn't nice to want to look at such things.
But the truth was, his little thing fascinated her. Well, it just
did.
For Marissa, life in general was fun. The kids at school
liked her. She was tall and pretty and could play basketball and
softball as well as the boys. And why not? She was actually
bigger than most of the boys in her class, having started her
growth-spurt early. And aided by the infusion of some
particularily oily hormones from her father, her body launched
itself into a somewhat early puberty.
She actually started growing hair shortly after her
eleventh birthday, and sometimes she wondered if the other girls
in her class were getting hair too. Some of the other girls were
mature-looking to her, and she thought they might, but she wasn't
about to ask. She actually had mixed feelings about the hair.
Sometimes she wished it had never started growing, but other
times, like when she took a bath, she really thought it was neat.
She'd part it and spike it and then muss it up. Hey, it was her
hair.
It had started out as a few straight tendrils growing
where the two lips met at the top. Then, in a matter of months,
the hair thickened and curled, growing up and spreading
sidewards.
By the time Marissa was done with the sixth grade, she
had a curly triangle. "My own personal jungle," she thought as
she played with the hair in the tub one evening.
Her period had started a few months back and her mom had
told her "what she needed to know". But, being conservative
sexually and a bit old-fashioned, she didn't discuss the things
that Mari really wanted answers for.
As Marissa matured over the next several months, she
noticed that her body was not only looking different, but wow, it
started feeling different too. Real different.
She'd soap up her breasts, which were changing from flat
and hard to soft and round, and notice how tender the nipples had
become. Running her fingers over the puffy nipples gave her a
wild sensation. It also became apparent to Marissa that there
was more growing between her legs than just hair.
The lips were getting bigger and were starting to hang
down. Cancer? And the little knob on the top was growing, too.
Whether deformity, disease or natural phenomenon, all she knew
for sure was that it sure felt great when she soaped it up.
And Jeez, did she like to soap it; Marissa was sure she had the
cleanest vagina in the sixth grade.
Being as smart as she was, Mari wanted some real answers
to her questions. Specific answers. She thought about asking her
mother--for about two seconds. Her mother was a fine woman, but
sex wasn't her long suit.
That little birds-and-bees talk a few months back almost
killed her. Marissa had to laugh when she thought about asking
her to explain the female anatomy in detail. But she needed
answers.
The library seemed like a good place to start. But, being
a small town library, it wasn't well stocked with the kind of
information Mari wanted.
The sparse information she found did more to confuse than
enlighten. She did find out that the little knob was called a
clitoris, and was related, in some arcane way, to the penis. But
exactly how, was a mystery to her.
It sure didn't look at all like her brother's. And how
big was it supposed to get? Her's had been growing alot lately,
and she noticed a big difference in its sensitivity over the last
few months.
Her vagina, (that word she had know forever, even her
mother used it) always felt good when she washed it. But now it
felt so sensitive, the sensations she got when she touched it
frightened and delighted her.
The situation hadn't improved much by the time Marissa
entered the seventh grade. Her body was maturing quickly, and her
questions were being answered slowly. And every day at school,
newer, stranger and more exciting concepts were eagerly imparted
on her by her girlfriends.
Mari had lots of friends at school, and she soon realized
that she wasn't the only one going through the ravages of
puberty. The girls were constantly talking about sex, giggling
quietly in little groups, imparting great quantities of forbidden
wisdom on anyone who wanted to listen.
Marissa really couldn't be sure, but her intuition told
her that the girls who told the stories got even more excited
than the girls who were listening. She would watch their faces,
their eyes wide and shiny, while they related their sexually
explicit tales. Then she would see how, after the telling, they
looked at each of the other girls, looking at their faces. Trying
to gauge the effect that the story had on them.
At first, Marissa thought this was great. "Wow, these
girls know everything!" She would have all her answers in no
time.
However, being as good as some, and better than most at
separating fact from fallacy, she soon realized that the
consumate knowledge that her girlfriends seemed to possess was
nothing more than misinformation passed down from generation to
generation, in the finest old traditions of a sexually ignorant
society.
But she did learn the meanings of some often heard, but
previously undefined words, some of which she used herself, even
when she didn't have an inkling of what the meant.
Like horny. The girls in school were always talking
about being horny. "I'm as horny as a toad," she'd hear them say.
"God, that story got me horny!" Marissa was too ashamed to let on
that she really didn't know what it meant. It was finally
explained to her by Sue, the one girl who's opinion she
respected, when she got up the nerve to ask.
"Sue, can I ask you something," Marissa started the
conversation on the way home from junior high one day.
Sue seemed to be a bottomless vessel of sexual
information. Her father taught psychology at the junior college,
and Sue would sneek into his study, devouring the sexually
oriented books, when he wasn't home. She also did other things,
with the door locked in her bedroom. She'd die if anybody found
out.
Physically, she was much more mature than Marissa, as
well. She was fourteen, with a shiny forehead and an ongoing,
minor case of acne. As one pimple was defeated, another bloomed.
Other than that, she was quite attractive, as fourteen year olds
go. She favored jeans and tee shirts, and she reminded Mari of
the older sister on "Three's Company." Sue was also totally
obsessed with sex, and Marissa liked that just fine.
"Ask away, Mar," she said, you know the rules. The two
girls made a pact, never to reveal to anyone, even if threatened
with death, their secret conversations. But, you had to say
"secret conversation" first.
"Secret conversation. What does 'horny' mean?" Mari
checked for a reaction. Not seeing any, she continued, "I'm
serious. I hear it all the time, you know, 'I'm horny', 'I'll
bet he's horny,' I've said it myself. But I really don't know
what it means." She waited.
Sue checked to see if Marissa was serious. Satisfied that
she was, she slowly formulated her answer.
"Mari, horny is like when...like when you...like when
you're thinking about sex, and you get real hot, and then you get
that full weird feeling up and down your body and down your legs,
and, like you gotta get relief, and, you know...you have to get
yourself off." Sue looked down at her shoes. Then she said,
"Remember, secret conversation."
"OK, yeah, I think I got it." Well, she got most of it,
and most was better than none.
At last, the wonderful lousy feeling had a name. Horny.
"If the other girls are as horny as toads, then I'm as horny as a
bullfrog," Marissa thought. Verbalizing the thought mentally
seemed to help a little.
She'd come home from school and start thinking of some
guy at school, or replay one of Sue's sexually charged lectures,
and feel the hunger. Then she'd look around to make sure nobody
could see. "One good squeeze," she'd think, and squeeze for five
or ten seconds. And some of the pressure would be relieved.
The reptillian part of her brain would feel the squeeze
and get frightened, retreating back down to the base of her
brain where it lived. It was small and young, too. But it was
growing, and getting smarter. And getting much more stubborn.
She would think about one of the boys in her seventh
grade class and press against the corner of the kitchen table.
Perpetual horniness. Was it fatal? Maybe this was just what
happened during puberty. Some strange, temporary condition that
would correct itself as she matured. Marissa was sure of one
thing. Adults, she reasoned, couldn't possibly feel like this;
given enough time, it would certainly cause madness.
During this period, Marissa's bath time took on new
meaning. She was half-way through the seventh grade, and one of
the most sexually mature girls in her class. She looked like an
eighth grader. The reward was admiring glances from the boys, but
the price, of course, was a fierce sexual hunger.
Her discovery was a natural progression from her
squeezing and pressing, aided by an article she read in one of
her mother's magazines. The subject, innocently enough, was
female hygene. What caught her eye was the section on the
clitoris.
Sometimes, Marissa worried about the size of her
clitoris. It started growing when she hit puberty. When she
wasn't feeling sexy, it was no big deal. It was completely
hidden under the hood, and that was that.
What she thought might be a problem was what happened
when she felt horny. When she gave it a squeeze, or rubbed
against something, it got really big and hard. Like the size of
her pinky down to the first joint. Lots of times when this
happened at home, she would go into the bathroom and look.
Parting the lips, she would see the red tip sticking out
from under its hood. "Just one naked squeeze", she would say to
herself, and she would grasp her clitoris between her thumb and
forefinger and squeeze it. The rush was amazing. She'd feel it
down her back and through her rear end.
Then she would gently pull the hood down over the tip as
best she could and wait until it got soft enough for her to pull
up her panties without giving it any extra stimulation.
In the article, the author advised that, during bathing,
the clitoral hood be retracted all the way back, exposing the
glans for cleaning. "Cleansing the base of the clitoris," wrote
the author, a noted female gynecologist, "can prevent irritation
and infection."
That night, while she bathed, Marissa remembered the
article. First, she thoroughly washed her vagina with her soapy
right hand while she lifted herself partially out of the water,
supporting herself with her left. The washing had the usual
effect; her clitoris came to life.
"Now let's see what's under here," she thought, as she
pulled the hood back, exposing the glans. Before reading the
article, Marissa hadn't realized that the skin could be safely
pulled back all the way, and, since this was the first time, she
had a little difficulty getting the hood to clear the rim of the
glans.
With a little tug, it slid over, leaving the entire glans
exposed. She bent over a little to get a better look. "Unreal,
it really does look like a tiny dick." She examined more
thoroughly. "Some white stuff around the base, just like the
author said."
Marissa rubbed the base of her clitoris, cleaning it.
"Oh, God what a feeling." She reached up and soaped the tips of
her thumb and first two fingers. Her clitoris was now engorged
with blood and pulsating.
Carefully she ran the three soapy fingers up the shaft
and over the glans, then back down, then up again. And the
reptile sprang from it's sleep. And it knew, for the first time,
really, what it wanted.
Marissa was now lost in her own being, not knowing what
the next moment would bring. Cupping her hand, she brought some
bath water up and rinsed off the soap, which had begun to
irritate her a little. Allowing the prepuce to slide back,
partially covering the glans, she began rubbing the right side of
her clitoris in earnest.
Occasionally brushing the tip with her index finger,
she kept rubbing and rubbing, totally lost in this new suspended
world. And then the sensation started to change. A scary sweet
spark seemed to ignite at the tip, and spread throughout her
clitoris . "Oh, my God, Oh, my God!"
The feeling became so strong, and her clitoris so
sensitive that she had to stop. "Oh, my God, what was that?"
Overcome by the fear that she had somehow damaged herself, she
stopped abruptly.
And waited. "Still alive." After a minute her fear
subsided, and her clitoris and heart rate returned to their
unexcited states.
Climbing from the tub, Marissa wondered what had
happened. She didn't know if she liked the feeling or not. But
she definitely knew she'd discovered something important.
From then on, Mari could hardly wait to take her bath.
After running the water, she made sure that the door was securely
locked. An uninvited guest, like her brother, could be
disasterous.
Then she would take off her robe, remove her bra and
panties, and look at herself in the half mirror over the sink.
Dark brown hair, full lips, beautiful eyes with luxurious
eyebrows. Kind of a weak solution of Brook Shields.
She knew that the boys in school were always secretly
looking at her. She also knew that they would all get boners if
they could see her naked, like this. That excited her . Besides
her brother's, Marissa had never seen a live penis, let alone a
boner. She knew about them from the older girls at school, and
the sexy stories they told.
Marissa would then climb into the tub, and get what she
thought of as the regular part of her bath over with as soon as
possible, leaving her privates for last. She'd go through the
whole routine: soaping, rinsing, feeling the surge of pleasure
as her clitoris sprang to life.
"I'm only practicing good hygene," she would tell
herself as she washed and excited herself. The baths always ended
the same way, with Marissa vigorously rubbing the right side of
her clitoris with her first two fingers.
She quickly learned that sexual fantasy heightened the
sensation, and she would think about the sexy conversations she
had with her girlfriends, especially Sue, while she rubbed. And
then, all too soon, Mari would know it was going to happen, and
she would get "the cool feeling" and have to stop.
She was just too afraid to keep rubbing after she got
the feeling. She would soak her clitoris in the warm water and
wait for everything to return to normal.
Things went on pretty much like that for a long time,
bath times filled with excitement, fear and frustration. Then,
one night, she helped give her brother a bath, and her whole life
changed.
End of Chapter 3
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From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:10:33 1997
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Subject: MARISSA Chapter 4 (bro/sis sexual discovery, f/mast)
From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee)
Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:10:33 GMT
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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. DON'T READ IT IF YOU
ARE UNDER
18.
MARISSA
Chapter 4
by Mikey Dee
(mikeydee@iname.com)
"Yes, Absolutely!" the professor cried, "That's just the
point!"
Some student had obviously made a remark that pleased
him, and Marissa was jolted from her daydream by his reaction. As
she looked around, she saw a sea of smiles, the students hoping
that the professor's pleasure would somehow result in a reduced
homework assignment.
As the lecture began again, Marissa could not
concentrate, no matter how hard she tried. Remembering those
early years had caused a sweet ache in her loins, and a congested
feeling throughout her lower abdomen.
She knew that remembering those early sexual experiences
was not helping her one bit, but like a hungry person standing by
a diner's exhaust fan, captivated by the aroma, she fed upon
those forbidden experience, knowing that they would do nothing to
satisfy her appetite.
She tried so hard not to, but she closed her eyes anyway,
and recalled the night that she could never forget.
Todd was already twelve, and was certainly old enough to
bathe himself, if he did it properly. But, like most boys his
age, he considered bathing an inconvenience that had to be
endured, if not perfected.
He took showers by himself most nights, but his mother
continued to bathe him once a week to clean all those hard to
reach places he ignored so well. Marissa hadn't helped with the
bath in months, being more interested in a TV program that stared
her favorite teen heartthrob, which began at 8:00pm, Todd's usual
bath time.
Mari always took her bath after her brother. She would
lie on the couch in her panties and robe, watching TV until Todd
was done. Sometimes, knowing she couldn't get caught, she'd put
her hand down her panties and rub a little when she saw the guy
she liked. It was so exciting, doing it there in the living room.
It gave her a strange free feeling, as though she were getting
away with something.
"Marissa, come here, please." It was her mother. She had
heard the phone ring and went into the kitchen, thinking it was
for her.
"It's your aunt Claire, I'm going to be on for a while.
Go make sure Todd finishes washing, he'll be out of that tub in
two minutes if nobody's around."
"OK, mom," she said as she left the room. She hated to
miss the rest of the program, but knowing that her mother needed
help, she understood.
Todd and Marissa got along as well as two siblings could.
They genuinely liked each other. They were both so much smarter
and more mature than their peers. Taking refuge in each other was
only natural.
"Jeez, sis, what are you doing here?" Todd asked,
covering himself a little with his arm.
"Mom's on the phone and she thinks you need supervision,
little brother," she answered. The movement of his arm got her
attention. What was he hiding? As she knelt down next to the tub,
she saw. "I can't believe it," she thought.
Todd had started growing hair. Not much, but it formed a
little fur collar around the base of his penis. His penis was
larger, too. And he looked different, more mature. She hadn't
noticed this before, she reasoned, because she saw him every day.
"This is humiliating, Mari," Todd complained. "I'm going
on thirteen. Mom's bad enough, but you..."
"Oh, humor her, Todd, she's alone and she's trying to do
her best," Mari cut in. "This won't hurt, little brother, I
promise."
"I know, I know, and don't keep calling me 'little
brother,' I'm not so little anymore. And you're only fourteen.
There's not that much difference in our ages."
"Well, I'm a whole lot more mature than you are,"
replied Marissa.
Todd immediately felt a tingle of excitement go down his
spine. "What do you mean?" he asked, hoping to draw her out.
"Nevermind, I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, really Mari, what did you mean?" asked Todd, the
excitement evident in his voice. If only she gave him a few
intimate details about her physical development, his life would
be complete.
But Marissa only said, "Let's get on with the bath."
Disappointed, Todd didn't reply.
Marissa soaped up the washcloth and did Todd's back. That
too, seemed bigger. Her brother really was growing up. She felt
strangely excited, being in here with him like this. He just
didn't seem like a kid to her anymore.
Marissa finished Todd's back. "O.K., turn over on your
side and we'll get those cheeks washed."
Todd did as he was told, turning over on his left side.
Mari soaped up the washcloth and began running it down her
brothers rear end like she had done countless times before.
Then, without thinking and without knowing why, she picked up the
soap and lathered up her hands.
She had never used her bare hands on Todd's rear end
before, but somehow she couldn't resist. She began to soap his
cheeks slowly, running her middle finger just slightly into the
crack. The room was dead silent.
Todd, who normally would have protested and told her to
hurry up, was lying on his side as though in a trance. The
previous conversation had gotten him really hot, even though
nothing much had been said. He was thinking about how physically
mature Mari was, and started wondering how much hair she had. At
school, his friends were always talking about whether this girl
or that had started getting hair yet.
Todd felt himself starting to get a boner. He tried
frantically to will it down, but that was impossible. When you're
thirteen, once it's up, it's up. Hey, that's the way boys are.
As she slowly rubbed his butt, Mari looked over her
brother's shoulder and saw, to her utter amazement, that Todd had
a boner.
Her body stiffened. She realized, with shame, that she
had, in an instant, become extremely sexually aroused. It was
partly the shock.
Marissa had never seen an erection before. Her friend Sue
had found her dad's sexually explicit videos, and she watched
them when he taught evening classes. Sue told her all about
erections and other forbidden things. In truth, Sue's stories
about what happened in the movies excited her greatly, but she
was too embarrassed to ask if she could watch them, too.
And now, seeing a real live boner, and knowing that it
was her actions that caused it; Marissa became weak with
excitement.
Todd's erection looked to be about five inches long. The
glistening head was sticking out of the water, and as Marissa
watched, she could see it jerking slightly, the result of Todd's
sexual response. She felt his arousal, and as Mari continued to
rub Todd's cheeks, her excitement grew, feeding off the reality
of what was happening.
That her hand was having such an effect on a boy was
fueling her reaction. As she rubbed, she could feel herself
opening, the wetness flowing into her panties.
"Just making sure everything is clean," she heard herself
say. Mari didn't recognize her own voice. It sounded weak, raspy.
Todd heard the difference in Marissa's voice, and looked
up at her, over his shoulder. He saw that she was looking at his
boner and tried covering it with his hand. "I'm sorry, sis, I
tried to keep it down, but...well, I couldn't control myself," he
stammered. He looked at Mari, and she saw the fear and shame in
his eyes.
"Don't worry, I understand, "Marissa said softly. She
watched as Todd's expression softened, the fear leaving his eyes.
And Todd, looking at Mari, saw that she wasn't angry. As they
looked at each other, it became apparent to both of them
simultaneously that they could trust each other.
And then, in an instant, Marissa knew why she was so
turned on. She was young, but she had a fine analytical mind. As
she realized why she was so excited, her shame left her.
Marissa had developed a fantasy about Roger, one of the
boys in school that she used in the bathtub regularly. In it, he
was ill, a cold or something, and she was his nurse. She had to
give him a sponge bath, and when she rubbed his chest, he got an
erection.
While she masturbated, Marissa would imagine Roger
telling her how sexy she was and saying, "Please, please, Mari,
just touch it for me, please..." over and over, while he looked
at her with that pleading expression on his face.
Then she would reach out and take him gently in her hand,
and as she looked into Roger's eyes, Marissa would start to get
the feeling. Then a few more strokes on her clitoris and she
would have to stop.
Nothing more ever happened. It didn't need to. Just
looking into his eyes and touching his erect penis did it.
Now Marissa realized that this was a real-life variation
of her fantasy. Looking into Todd's eyes, his erection...it was
so obvious to her. It wasn't really Todd who was turning her on,
it was the event.
With her realization, Mari's shame was replaced by a
furious sexual arousal, stronger than anything she had ever
experienced before. The reptilian thing grew in her hindbrain,
and started crawling. It knew what it needed.
"I understand, Todd," she repeated herself.
"OK," she said, "you can turn onto your back, now."
"If I do," Todd said with some confidence, "it'll be
pointing at he ceiling."
"That's all right, it's only natural, I'm not angry,"
Marissa tried her best to sound detached.
As he looked at his sister, Todd could sense her
excitement. It was the expression on her face. Todd took a deep
breath, and took a big chance, the little head thinking for the
big one.
"Sis, can I ask you something. Are you hot, too?"
Marissa avoided the question. "I shouldn't have stared.
To be honest, I just never saw one hard before, and, well, I
didn't even know you were old enough to get hard. That's all"
Todd was just too quick. "Oh, I get it. So give me the
washcloth and I'll cover it up as I turn over. I mean, you don't
want a better look or anything, right?"
Marissa thought about it for a few seconds. She was just
so horny. This was her fantasy come true. She could feel the
wetness soaking her panties. But this was also her brother, and
there might be hell to pay.
She thought it over in greater depth. Todd knew the
truth, that she was "hot," as he said. He was just too smart to
fool. Besides, she trusted him. She knew from his demeanor that
he wouldn't hurt her. And she wanted a better look so bad.
"Let me see it." It was just a whisper. "You're right
Todd, I do want to see it." There, it was said.
"If I do, can I see yours?" Without giving her time to
answer, Todd pressed on. "I've always wanted to see what a girl
looks like down there," he stammered. "Look, something just
happened here. I may be thirteen, but I'm not on the honor-roll
because I'm stupid. I thought maybe I was the only one who was
curious about sex, but now I know you are, too, and that's only
natural..."
He paused for a moment. If he got this right, all his
prayers would be answered. With a cunning normally seen only in
the clinically insane, he continued.
"You're the smartest girl I know. You want to know stuff,
and so do I. We're not like the other kids, we're smarter. Think
of this as a learning experience, kinda like school. If we both
promise not to say anything, what can happen? And we're not doing
anything wrong, just learning. Please, Mari, this may be my only
chance for years."
He gave her all the excuses she needed. "Deal."
He rolled over onto his back, exposing himself for her.
She stared at it, transfixed. "God, Todd, it's amazing. Does it
hurt when it gets so hard?" she asked. "The knob on top looks
like it's going to burst."
"It doesn't hurt, Mar. Actually it feels great!" Todd
thought about it for a second. "Look, I know this is new to both
of us. This might never happen again." He tried to say it right.
"Neither one of us has any experience with this kind of
stuff...what I'm trying to say is, well, if you want to know what
one feels like," he braced himself, "you can feel mine."
She looked at him to see if he was making fun of her. He
wasn't. He had made an honest and difficult offer. "I would,"
she said resolutely.
"If I let you, you've got to let me touch yours, too.
It's only fair." He added, "You've got no idea how much I want to
feel a real girl. I'm going crazy and there's nobody else I can
trust enough to ask." He looked away. "And the Oscar goes
to...Todd!" he thought.
Marissa thought about it. Her brother showed remarkable
nerve and maturity asking to feel her. She'd never had a strange
hand on her pussy. And, if she was going to be honest with
herself, she had fantasized about what it would feel like for a
long time.
"Todd, if I let you touch me, and I touch you, can I be
sure it won't go any farther. I mean, this is really serious
stuff. People wouldn't understand. I don't understand."
"Listen, Mari, I've got just as much to lose as you do.
This gets out, nobody looks good. Think about it, we're in this
together. I promise I'll never say anything to anybody, so help
me God. What about you?"
"I trust you. I'll never say anything either," she
answered. He looked into her eyes and, being satisfied, nodded.
As she gently took her brother's penis in her hand,
Marissa felt a freedom and excitement so wonderful, she wished it
could last forever. Todd, shaking with arousal, started to move
his hips slightly as she felt him.
Keeping her right thumb at the base of his penis, she
cupped his scrotum with her other fingers. Without realizing it,
she began pressing herself against the side of the tub. Her
mother's voice from the kitchen snapped the spell.
"Marissa, make sure Todd dries off completely. I'll be
on for a while."
The two siblings looked at each other. Todd got out of
the tub, his penis pointing straight at the ceiling. Marissa
reached for a towel, handing it to her.
"O.K., my turn," he said, taking the towel from her.
"It's too dangerous." Marissa answered.
"No it's not. Just open your robe and pull your panties
down in front. I know that's all you wear under your robe when
you take your bath. And a deal is a deal. Come on, Mari."
Mari put her back against the door. "If mom tries to come
in, this will give us a few seconds," she said.
Marissa opened her robe, and pulled down her panties.
"Jeez, look at all that hair," he whispered, his voice
thick. "When did you start getting it?"
"When I was eleven," she replied, the slightest taunt in
her voice. She felt bad immediately. Todd was way older than
that now, and only had hair around the base. "But girls mature
faster than boys," she said. "That's what I meant before. But
you're very mature for your age."
"Well, golly, gee, thanks," was all he could think of to
say. He reached out and touched her pussy hair gently. Then he
looked at her face and said, "You can touch mine, again, if you
want. What you did before felt great."
So they faced each other, standing on the bathroom rug.
They got right to work, both feeling the exhileration of total
freedom. For the first time in their lives, they could explore
the opposite sex without guilt or fear. Anything went. After all,
this was a learning experience.
As Todd's hand combed wildly through Mari's thick, dark
pubic hair, she grasped his shaft, delighting in how the soft
outer skin slid smoothly over the head.
"How does this feel?" Todd asked. He had begun rubbing
her lightly, taking his time, realizing that he had more than
just a few seconds.
"I know that girls are supposed to pretend that nothing
feels good, but what your doing feels really good, Todd."
"God Mari, me too. I never felt anything so good in my
whole life. Please just squeeze and massage it on top." She did
what he asked. "Oh, just like that," he moaned.
Todd was now excited to the point of almost passing out.
The realization that his hand was feeling his sister's pussy, and
giving her pleasure, and that she was doing the same to him
proved to be more than his senses could bear. In only a few
seconds, he started to come.
As Todd gave out a low, long grunt, Marissa felt his
penis begin flexing rhythmically in her hand, three, four, five,
and then, as he thrust his hips forward, it squirted out two
small jets of sticky, hot semen into her hand, its first issue,
and then stopped all together. They both stood there, stunned.
Five seconds, eight seconds...
"Todd, you alright?"
"Yeah, I think so. So that's what it feels like."
"Like what feels like?"
"Todd, aren't you finished yet?!" It was their mother.
"Mari, why isn't Todd finished?...Todd I need some help!"
Well, Todd was finished. He slipped on his robe and
slipped into his bedroom. "It's OK mom, Todd is in his room. I'm
going to take my bath now." Mari said it as naturally as she
could. She was weak with sexual arousal, but she thought she
sounded natural enough.
Marissa quickly closed the door, and locked it carefully.
She cleaned the tub as fast as she could, and began running her
bath. As the water rushed into the tub, she took off her robe.
Marissa pulled off her panties and examined them. Soaking wet.
She rinsed them in the sink. Then she raised her arms over her
head, checking her underarms. Did they need a shave?
All these fussy things Marissa did slowly, putting off the
bath until she couldn't wait anymore. Then she got in.
Mari soaped her arms, her sides, her legs. She washed
under her left arm, feeling the stubble of hair, and brought her
hand down to her breast. Slowly, she soaped the breast, paying
special attention to her nipple. She felt the rush go through
her body. Marissa was on fire.
She washed down her body, and quickly arrived at her
vagina. The time for teasing was over She was just too hot. Mari
soaped herself between the lips, feeling the slippery sides as
she washed. Then she knew it was time. She couldn't stand it
anymore.
Lathering up her right hand, she began to soap her
clitoris. It had been erect since Todd's bath, her overpowering
state of arousal keeping it that way. Pulling back the hood, she
began soaping the engorged glans. It was so sensitive she could
barely touch it.
Soaping the base first, Marissa worked her way up the
shaft, slowly massaging the swollen tip with her soapy thumb,
sending wave upon wave of painful pleasure through it. She could
barely stand it, it hurt so good.
Then Marissa stopped. She cupped her hand and rinsed the
whole area, gently easing the skin back over the shaft. Marissa
noting that it only covered about half of her clitoris, the fiery
head too swollen to be covered completely by the hood.
Mari relaxed as best she could. It was time for the
payoff. She expertly found the spot she liked on the right side,
and began masturbating in light rhythmic strokes. She wallowed in
the pleasure, turning her head slowly from side to side. After
ten seconds, her hand picked up speed, fueled by the sensations
it was generating. On and on she went, faster and faster, driven
by the oldest, strongest instinct know to humanity.
As Marissa masturbated, she relived Todd's bath in small
discreet images; his erection, his tremendous excitement, and
finally, knowing she was close, the feel of his penis as it
pulsated in her hand, and the low animalistic sounds of pleasure
he made.
That was all it took. Marissa felt herself getting
closer and closer to the feeling. "Almost there," she thought.
"Almost, almost...oh, yeah, oh yeah, ahhh." And there she was.
As the intense pleasure bloomed and then exploded, she
slowed down as usual, savoring the sweetest feeling on earth,
making it last.
But this time was different. This time Marissa was way
too excited to stop. She didn't care about life, death, reason or
insanity, only the pleasure she was feeling, and the next moment
that would bring her some relief.
As every nerve ending in her clitoris screamed, she kept
on and on, lost in her own rhythmic insanity. The feeling became
so strong that her skin seemed to pull off her body, hang there
suspended...and then it snapped back, as she rubbed herself
beyond the point of no return, toward the greatest release that
teenager or madwoman had ever known.
The first contraction took her completely by surprise;
she thought she was going into convulsions. But still Marissa
couldn't stop. Her nipples tightened up into knots as contraction
after contraction wracked her body. She felt sure she was dying,
but she kept rubbing, anyway, driven by a power greater than
reason.
Finally, after ten contractions, it was over. The peace
she felt was amazing. After a few seconds, she was hit with an
aftershock, then another, then...nothing. She lay there,
completely drained. She'd had her first orgasm. She would never
forget it.
After four or five minutes in a post-orgasmic stupor,
Marissa felt strong enough to get up. She showered off the bath
soap quickly, standing on rubber legs. Her nipples and clitoris
had relaxed, but were still painfully sensitive. She dried
herself carefully, and put on her robe.
Back in her bedroom as she dressed, Marissa went over it
all again. Now she knew what Sue had meant when she said, "...and
you know, you have to get yourself off."
So this was it. She'd had her first orgasm. What a
difference between what she had been doing before, and what
happened tonight. This was a cure for horniness. The way she felt
now, Marissa was sure she would never be bothered by it again.
She couldn't even think about sex.
When she joined her brother and mother, she was worried
that her orgasm was written all over her face. But after a while,
she knew they didn't know. But Marissa's life had changed. Now
she knew why adults didn't go insane. This was the most satisfied
and relaxed she had ever felt in her whole life.
"So, what do you say? Mari, are you listening to me?
Mari!" It was Bob, and she realized all at once she was in psych
class and he had been talking to her.
"I'm sorry Bob, guess I was lost in thought. What did you
say?"
"I was telling you about the film in the student center
tomorrow night. It's some artsy thing from Europe, but I have to
see it for my film class. Would you like to come with me?" He
added, "My treat of course."
There was something so appealing about this guy. "Sure,
Bob, I'd love to go with you."
They agreed to meet in front of the student center the
following evening.
As Marissa headed for her next class, Vicki caught up
with her. "Nice guy, where did you meet him?" she asked.
"In the shower room," Marissa answered. They looked at
each other for a moment, and then they both cracked up.
That night in bed, Marissa had a tough time falling
asleep. Her urge to masturbate was unrelenting. But she fought it
off, telling herself she was stronger than the urge.
She had already resisted longer than she had ever been
able to before. She emptied her mind of all thought. In truth
she was exhausted. Slowly, she began to fall asleep.
The reptilian thing, sensing defeat, retreated back down
her brain to the place where it lived, and also slept.
It hadn't fed in a week, and it was as hungry as it had
ever been. It had lost today, but it had no fear. Time was on its
side. It knew it couldn't be denied forever. And, after all,
tomorrow was another day.
End of Chapter 4
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From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:10:39 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARISSA Chapter 5 (teen f/f, sexual discovery, mast.)
From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee)
Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:10:39 GMT
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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. DON'T READ IT IF YOU
ARE UNDER 18.
MARISSA
Chapter 5
by Mikey Dee
mikeydee@iname.com
The following evening, Marissa and Bob met outside the
building where the film was to be shown. Marissa had had a
difficult day dealing with her sexuality. This was her ninth day
without an orgasm, and her urge to have one was overpowering.
No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from
thinking about sex. It had been on her mind all day. Two minutes
alone in the bathroom was all it would take, and she would have
peace. But she fought the craving, hoping that the movie and
Bob's company would distract her.
The movie was one of those self-important, convoluted
foreign imports that passes for art. Marissa soon lost interest
and closed her eyes. She thought about her friend Sue. She
intended to major in psychology and was attending a university
known for its psychology department.
She knew Sue would do well. Like herself, she was a good
student, and always had a burning desire to understand the human
condition in all its complexity. This was especially evident in
her fanatical fascination with sex. She wanted to know and
experience everything. And so did Marissa.
As Marissa thought about it, she realized that sex was
the morter that bound their early friendship together. As they
grew older, they found they had many things in common, and their
present friendship was based on their mutual honesty and shared
interests.
When they first met, Sue, who was fourteen, assumed the
role of mentor. She'd had much more opportunity to learn about
sex than any of the other girls in the eight grade.
Her father's study was filled with psychology books, many
of them devoting themselves exclusively to sex. It was a classic
example of motivation meeting opportunity. Sue would devour the
information whenever her father wasn't home. The case histories
were of particular interest, inspiring ever more exciting
masturbatory fantasies.
Sue has been masturbating since she was twelve, but the
practice took on a whole new meaning after she found her father's
books. Sue would read the detailed stories, getting more excited
by the minute. When she got so hot she couldn't hold off anymore,
she would go to her room and get herself off, recalling the
details of the patient history that she had just read.
At the time when the two girls met, Marissa had not yet
discovered how to have an orgasm. Sue, on the other hand, had
been having them for two years. Consequently, Marissa didn't
understand everything Sue told her. However, having only herself
to go by, Sue assumed Marissa's experiences were similar to her
own, and never explained the concept of orgasm to Marissa.
After the incident with Louis in the bathroom, Marissa
finally understood all the things Sue had been telling her.
Afterwards, although they were both too embarrassed to discuss it
openly, both girls, from their conversations, knew that the other
masturbated.
As Marissa and Sue walked home from school one afternoon,
Marissa could sense a certain excited distraction in her friend.
"O.K., Sue, what's going on?" Marissa asked. "I've been
talking to you for the last five minutes, and I know you haven't
heard a thing. What's going on in that perverted mind of yours?"
"Secret conversation?" Sue asked slowly. The girls were
beyond having to say 'secret conversation' for things that they
didn't want to become public knowledge. The fact that Sue
approached the subject in this manner signaled to Marissa that
something of extreme importance was about to happen.
"Secret conversation," Marissa confirmed, solomnly. She
just knew this was going to be good.
Sue took a while to answer, choosing her words carefully.
"Mari", she finally began, "have you ever seen an educational
movie about sex?"
"Sure, in health class." Marissa knew this wasn't what
Sue meant, but she had to play the game.
"No, I mean, like, a more advanced type of movie. Like,
you know, like you would see in college, or maybe what doctors
get to see." Sue was still talking slower than usual. Marissa
could feel the excitement in her voice.
"Well, no, I haven't."
"Would you like to?"
"Sure, but where?"
"This really is a secret conversation, right Mari?"
"Come on, Sue, we've been friends for too long. I won't
say a word. You know that. Now, what's going on? No more
stalling."
"I just had to be sure. My father would ground me until
I'm thirty. I found his tapes. The real stuff, Mari. Real sex.
People doing everything. Things even I never thought of."
"When did you see them?"
"What do you mean? I watch them all the time. Whenever
he's not home. He teaches night classes three times a week." Sue
paused. "Would you like to watch them with me?"
"When?"
"Well, today is Thursday, his long day. He has a four
o'clock start, and never comes home until after his night class
ends at nine-thirty. We could do our homework at the library, and
you could have a sandwich at my house...and then it's showtime!"
Marissa said, "I'll call my mom."
Time had never passed so slowly for Marissa. As the girls
did their assignments in the library, all she could think about
were the videos. Soon she would be seeing real sex. She watched
R-rated movies, and she knew how hot they got her. Thinking about
seeing absolutely everything was almost too much to bear. She
couldn't wait.
The girls got to Sue's house at 4:30, and, as expected,
Sue's father had already left.
"What kind of sandwich would you like, Mari?" Sue played
the polite hostess.
"Whatever is fastest, Sue." Marissa smiled as she said it
and both girls began giggling.
"Yeah, I'm hardly waiting to watch the videos, too," Sue
answered. Just thinking about it is getting me horny."
They made sandwiches and ate as though they were in a
contest, their sexual hunger far outweighing any need for food.
While Sue went to the study to get the videos, Marissa deposited
herself on the couch facing the TV. "Finally," was all she could
think.
Sue returned with several tapes. "My dad just got this
one in, Mari. It's a commercial video, not a scientific one. It's
called "Welcome to Dallas". What do you think, start here?"
"Oh come on Sue, quit wasting time. Put the thing on, I
can't wait any longer."
Sue put the tape in and fast-forewarded to the first
scene. A nice looking couple were sitting on a couch. It seemed
the guy was having problems satisfying his girlfriend, and the
girl was explaining to him how to give a woman oral sex.
The guy was conveniently slow on the uptake, and it soon became
apparent that a lesson was in order. The girl lifted up her skirt
and removed her panties. After a brief explanation, the guy began
to lick her clitoris.
Marissa couldn't believe it. The girl's clit was the same
size as her own. "What's the name of the actress?" she asked.
"Who cares?," Sue answered. But she checked the box
anyway. Her name is Holly Rider, why?"
"I'll tell you later, OK?"
"Sure," said Sue, and the two teenagers settled back and
began to watch the movie.
As the guy skinned back the girl's large clit and began
sucking the exposed glans, Marissa began to squirm with
excitement. This was better than she dared hope. As the guy began
to flick his tongue back and forth quickly over the tip, both
girls watched in quiet amazement, their sexual arousal growing as
each second passed.
Marissa became lost in the movie. The erotically charged
images exciting her beyond anything she'd felt before. She could
only imagine how great it must feel, having her clitoris sucked
like that. Holly's clit became her own, and the reptillian thing
at the back of her brain was in ecstasy.
The thing reached up and slowly, lovingly, rubbed its
claw in just the right place. That tasty sweet spot had grown
larger, and easier to find. Marissa was in horny teenage-girl
heaven.
She unconciously squeezed herself. The blood rushed to
her clitoris, making it swell ever further. She felt herself
opening, and could feel the wetness begin to seep out of her. She
never got this excited when she fantasized alone, no matter how
hot she tried to get herself. The visual images stimulated her
far greater than anything she had ever known.
Marissa looked at Sue, who was staring, trancelike, at
the screen. Sue was sitting in an overstuffed chair to her right.
She watched the flickering light on Sue's face, and the
expression of rapt concentration. Sue's forehead had become
shinier, and her nose, too. She kept licking her lips
unconsciously, but her expression never changed. Her shining eyes
were riveted on the screen.
Sue's nipples had always been sensitive. After she
reached puberty, she noticed that her nipples would get hard and
long, and little goose-bumps would form on them, whenever she
became sexually excited.
As Sue watched the girl's clit being gently sucked, she
could feel her nipples tightening and growing longer. They grazed
her shirt as she shifted in her seat, sending a rush of sexual
excitement streaming through her young body.
She brought her left leg up, casually placed her arm
between her legs, and pressed down on her clitoris. She knew that
teasing herself like this was hopeless, but she couldn't help
herself. She just had to get some relief somehow. Her reptile was
fully aroused, and its need was great.
Marissa had no way of knowing how excited Sue was, but
she sensed that she was extremely aroused. Marissa was now so hot
that she felt as though she had to either come, or go out of her
mind; she wanted to masturbate so bad it hurt.
Sue's reptile was in control now. It was bigger and
greedier than Mari's. And it knew so much more. It had found
Sue's spot. And it tasted so sweet.
It began licking the spot slowly, like a Cheshire cat,
and with each lick, Sue's clitoris throbbed harder, and pulsated
stronger, sending shivers through her abdomen and lower back, and
causing her to become so wet that she felt as though she was
sitting in a puddle. She continue to press on her clit with her
arm, exciting herself to near insanity. Normally, Sue would have
finished herself off long before this, but because Marissa was
there, she continued to watch the video much longer than usual,
and the longer she watched, the hotter she got.
It was the strongest sexual excitement Sue had ever felt.
And she needed to get off so bad, so, so bad. She was literally
aching for an orgasm. If Mari wasn't there, it would be easy.
Sue would stop the video, run into her room and change
into PJ's and her robe. Then she would walk back to the living
room, slowly, prolonging it, knowing it was going to be over too
quickly, anyway. She'd lay back down on the couch, take the
remote in her hand, and turn the tape back on.
Then she would pull her bottoms down, and watch the tape
again until she was so hot she couldn't stand it. That's when she
would start. First she would begin rubbing her whole pussy with
her right hand, running her fingers through her thick, wild
growth of pubic hair.
Then, with her left hand, she would part the lips, exposing her
clitoris. Slowly, with her right hand, using only the tips of her
fingers at first, she'd make little circles around her clitoris.
Then, when a scene that she wanted to get off on began,
she would start rubbing her clit through the hood, bringing
moisture up from her vagina, going faster and faster, bringing
herself ever closer to her orgasm.
In no time, she would get the sweet feeling followed too
soon by the contractions. Then it would be over. Sue would lie
there blissfully drained for several minutes. Then she'd return
the video to her father's study and do her homework, freed from
her immense horniness for another day.
Sue looked slowly over her left shoulder and saw Marissa
looking at her. "What do you thing of the video?", she asked.
"Are you kidding, I never saw anything like this",
Marissa answered. And then, "How does it make you feel, Sue?"
Sue thought for a few seconds. She was now so sexually
excited that her normal reserve disappeared.
"I think you know, Mari. I think you know that it's doing
to me what it's doing to you. It's making me horny, and it's
doing the same thing to you, isn't it?
Marissa was taken slightly aback by Sue's blatant
honesty. But they were best friends, and had been so for a long
time. This was no time to be coy. "You're right, Sue, I've never
been this hot in my life." She looked over at Sue to gage her
reaction.
"What would you normally do about it?" Sue had turned
away as she asked. The big question.
They'd never discussed this before. Marissa knew what Sue
wanted to hear, but she was too shy to say it. Marissa answered
with a question. "I dunno, what would you do?"
Sue thought for a second. Well, she was kind of the
leader, and had started this. And she just felt like telling
someone. She stopped the movie. "I would masturbate." Marissa saw
the color come to Sue's cheeks as she said it. "Do you do it too,
Mari?"
"Yeah, I do it," Marissa said quietly. She felt relieved
after verbalizing it.
"I've been doing it for two years," Sue said quickly, not
wanting the subject to drop. She never got to talk about this
with anyone. "How often do you do it?", she asked.
Marissa looked at her. "This is absolutely never going
to be repeated anywhere?" she asked. "I'd just die if anybody
found out."
Sue looked her in the eye. "You have my word. Plus, I'll
tell you the truth, too. I'm just worried that I'm doing it too
much, that's all. Now, how often do you do it?"
"I probably do it more than you do. I do it just about
every day," Marissa answered quickly, lowering her eyes. "How
about you?"
Sue took a few seconds to answer. "I do it the same as
you, only without the 'just'. I do it every day. I'm addicted,"
she added, coloring again.
"Yeah, me too," Marissa confessed. "I've tried to quit,
but I just can't help myself. Have you ever tried to quit, Sue?"
"Yeah, I used to try to quit. But I finally gave up.
Besides, not only is it not harmful, it's actually good to
relieve the tension. The tension is caused by hormones, so it's
perfectly natural. I read that in one of my dad's books."
Marissa began to laugh. "Maybe we should join the MA,"
she suggested.
"The what?" asked Sue.
"The MA. Masturbators Anonymous." Marissa laughed, and
Sue joined in, the tension gone.
Now that they had confessed their big secret to each
other, a new and stronger sense of intimacy was felt by both of
the teenagers. Suddenly, the last barriers were down.
"Put the movie back on, Sue. But go back to the part
where the guy was sucking Holly's clit. That scene drove me
crazy."
"Me, too," Sue said as she started rewinding. "I think
about boys doing that to me all the time when I get myself off."
Sue got up from the chair. "God, these jeans are tight. Would you
mind if I slipped them off? I usually watch TV in something more
comfortable."
"Mine are killing me, too, Marissa agreed. "If you don't
mind, I don't mind."
This time as they watched, lounging comfortably in their
panties, the girls had no worries about what the other was
thinking, and because of this, the movie had an even greater
effect on their libidos. As the guy sucked Holly's entire
clitoris into his mouth, the two teens' excitement reached an
unbearable level.
Marissa looked over at Sue, and was momentarily baffled
at what she saw. It appeared, in the changing light from the TV,
that Sue had some sort of small animal crawling about in her
panties.
As Marissa's eyes adjusted, it became apparent that Sue
had put her right thumb under her panties, and was now rubbing
herself while she watched the movie.
Mari then brought her right leg up and to the left, and
began to slowly rub her own clit, under her panties, with her
left index finger, feeling sure that her leg masked her finger's
movement.
As the movie continued, Marissa repeatedly shifted her
gaze from the TV to Sue. Watching Sue rub herself with her thumb,
eyes fixed on the screen, lips slightly parted, breathing quick
and shallow, was driving Marissa wild, and she increased the
tempo of her own finger.
Suddenly, Sue looked over at Marissa, and noticed, in an
instant, that she was also rubbing herself.
"Can't help yourself, huh?" Quipped Sue, trying to sound
cool.
"A, something like that," replied Marissa, startled.
Then she recovered her wits quickly. "And what were you doing
with your thumb in your panties, hitch-hiking?"
"What do you think?" Sue answered.
"Well, I don't thing you were hitch-hiking," Marissa
replied with a smile. "And maybe I shouldn't say anymore."
"No, it's OK, what are you thinking?"
"Well...look, were're both really best friends, and from
what we told each other, its pretty obvious what we both want to
do...need to do, anyway, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, instead of waiting until we're, you know, we're
alone...I mean, we were practically doing it anyway...and doing
it while watching is so hot...I mean, what do you think?"
Sue shut off the VCR, and got up. "I think I'll be right
back."
She returned in a minute with two towels, and handed one
to Marissa. Sue put hers on the chair, and sat down on it
without another word. She put the tape back on, lifted herself
up, peeled her panties down her legs, lifted her knees up, and
slid them off.
Dangling her panties on her index finger, Sue looked at
Marissa with a sly smile, and let the panties slip off of her
finger, and fall to the floor next to the overstuffed chair.
Now it was Marissa's turn. She copied Sue's movements
exactly, in a sort of ritualistic re-enactment of what Sue had
just done. She smiled back at Sue as her panties slid from her
finger, and they both knew that anything went from now on.
Sue rewound the tape a minute or so, and both of the
teenagers began watching again.
Out of the side of her eye, Marissa saw Sue's right hand
working slowly in her crotch, scratching and pulling her pubic
hair, squeezing her mound, while her left hand pulled her right
nipple under her shirt.
Marissa twirled a lock of pubic hair as she watched, and
then slowly began to rub her own luxuriously haired mound, which
sent shivers of pleasure through her body, and nourished her
beast as it grew in her brain.
As the guy sucked the girl's clitoris, and the girl
moaned with delight, Marissa's eager fingers found her own
clitoris, and she began to rub herself in light, quick strokes.
Her eyes shifted to Sue, who had squatted down in her
chair. Her hand was now moving back and forth rhythmically in her
lap, and Marissa realized that Sue was now masturbating for real,
going for her orgasm. That was all she needed to see.
Marissa couldn't take anymore. She dipped her first two
fingers into her dripping wet pussy, and, pulling back the hood,
lubricated her swollen clitoral glans, which had become so
sensitive she could barely touch it. She felt it pulsate when she
touched it, and a shiver of ecstasy ran through her loins.
Marissa began masturbating in earnest, rubbing the right
side of her clit as though she was alone, which in a way, she
was. Sue was so absorbed in her own solitary pleasure, getting
closer and closer to orgasm, that she cared about nothing except
the next moment that would bring her relief.
Out of the side of her eye, Marissa saw Sue's hand
picking up speed, and her hips began to pump, and Marissa knew
Sue was getting close. Marissa's own fingers were now flying over
her clit, her orgasm closing in fast upon her.
Suddenly, Sue shifted her weight onto her left arm, and
lifted her hips off the couch, as her flying fingers caused her
clitoris to catch fire and give her the strongest feeling she'd
ever felt.
The feeling, her hips and time all hung in midair for
several seconds, as Sue arched her back and grunted in grateful
release. As the contractions started, and the pleasure spread,
her hips pumped wildly,and she again grunted with every
contraction, over and over, as she squeezed out the greatest
release she had ever known.
Marissa looked over when she first heard Sue, and saw
that she was having her orgasm. Seeing her face screwed up in
pleasure, and listening to the animalistic sounds she was making
was all it took.
While Sue's hips danced in pleasure, Marissa started to
come. As the feeling gripped her, she also arched her back, her
expert fingers playing with her engorged clitoris for all they
were worth. "Oh, what a come!" she almost shouted , as the
contractions hit, and her own hips began to bounce.
As wave after wave of excrutiating pleasure ran through
her young body, Marissa's nervous system overloaded, and she
shook with each contraction, a veritable St. Vidus's Dance of
teenage sexual release. Finally it was over. The strongest and
most complete orgasm she ever had.
After her orgasm, Marissa couldn't move for several
minutes. She turned her head, and saw Sue splayed in her chair,
legs spread wide, pubic hair wet and glistening, looking more
dead than alive.
"What did you think?" "Marissa, what do you think?"...
"Are you alright Marissa?" It was Bob, sitting next to her in the
theater.
"Huh, wha...oh, Bob." It took her a few seconds to get
her bearings. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just lost in thought.
Thinking about one of my classes."
"Wow, you scared me, I thought something was wrong."
Marissa would have loved to say, 'Actually, there is
something wrong. I'm so sexually excited right now that I am
sitting in a puddle, and going out of my mind with horniness.'
But all she said was, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a little tired
maybe."
"How about a soda," Bob asked, "The intermission lasts
for five minutes."
"That's very nice of you Bob," Marissa answered, "I'd
love one."
As Bob left for the sodas, Marissa was tempted to resume
her fantasy as she remembered how the evening with Sue continued.
But she thought better of it, deciding to save the rest of the
fantasy for later. She would use it to lull herself to sleep,
tonight. She hoped.
She told herself it would be a test. A trial by sexual
fire. She knew it would take all her strength to make it through
the night without masturbating.
End of Chapter 5
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From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:10:48 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARISSA Chapter 6 (college teen f/f,voy/mast)
From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee)
Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:10:48 GMT
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Marissa
Chapter 6
by Mikey Dee
mikeydee@iname.com
THIS STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, AND SHOULDN'T BE READ BY THOSE
UNDER 18. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY KIND.
The second half of the movie was no better than the
first. As Marissa sat in silent boredom, her thoughts again
returned to sex.
Earlier, Marissa decided to allow herself to recall the
rest of that first evening with Sue only when she returned to the
dorm after the movie. But the boring movie and her own sexual
hunger made that impossible.
As she took a sip of the soda Bob brought her, Marissa
closed her eyes and relived that first night with Sue. Although
it happened a few years ago, Marissa remembered the details of
the evening as though they had happened last night. The intensity
of the emotions she felt that night burned the event perminently
into her memory.
Sue had collapsed in her chair, legs spread, laughing
softly in post-orgasmic bliss. She looked up at Marissa and
whispered wow. Marissa smiled at her and said, "Yeah, I know what
you mean. So you do this all the time?"
Sue sat up, but didn't bother to cover herself. "Well,
kinda. What I mean is, I watch the movies and I guess you know
how excited they get me..." Sue looked down. "Then I do it. But
nothing anywhere near as intense as what just happened. That was
absolutely the best orgasm I've ever had. What about you?"
"Same here. I never felt anything that strong before. I
can't believe it happened. I used to think that I got
excited...well, I did. But this...I still can't believe it."
Sue got up and sat on the couch next to Marissa. "Mari,
I've got to ask you something. When we first started watching
the movie, and you asked me who the girl was? Well, I was just
wondering, why did you want to know?"
Marissa noticed that her friend's nipples, which had
relaxed a few minutes after her orgasm, were again hard.
"Oh, I don't know. Why do you ask?"
Marissa saw how Sue was looking at her. She could sense
Sue's excitement. The expression on her face, the shiny nose and
forehead, the expectation in her voice. Sue was on a mission.
"I asked because I really want to know. Come on, Mari,
we're best friends, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. But I'm still a little embarrassed to
tell you. Understand?"
Sue rolled her eyes. "Best friends can tell each other
anything."
Sue had a point. If you can't talk to your best friend,
who can you talk to? And anyway, Marissa had been wanting to ask
about this for a long time. "I wanted to know who the actress was
because of her clit. I always thought mine was too big, and now I
see I'm not the only one with a big one." Marissa was by this
time blushing crimson.
Sue said, "Mine is big, too. Look." And with that she
looked between her legs and parted her pubic hair, and the lips
of her still wet vagina, and exposed her clitoris. "I was always
wondering if it was normal, too," she confided to Marissa without
looking up. "What do you think?"
Marissa saw that Sue's was indeed big, but not like hers.
She answered, "It doesn't seem abnormally large to me." And, in a
gesture of comraderie, and because she really wanted Sue's
opinion, Marissa overcame her embarrassment and gently combed
through her own lush pubic hair, and exposed her clit for Sue.
"How about mine, Sue?"
Exposing herself to Sue caused Marissa to feel a new type
of excitement, something she had never felt before. And the
feeling was most definitely sexual. As she lay there with her
legs spread, her reptile sensed this new arousal, and was already
reaching out with its nasty claw, scratching just the sweetest,
most sensitive spot, causing Marissa's inhabitions to fade, and
her excitement to grow once again. Sue leaned closer for a better
look.
Now, Sue had seen her fair share of naked bodies in the
films her father brought home, but she wasn't prepared for what
Marissa showed her. "Jesus, Marissa, it really is big. I mean,
It's not abnormal or anything...I mean, well, I've seen them that
size before..."
Marissa lifted herself up on the couch, "You should see
it when it's totally hard," she interrupted. "Like, it gets even
bigger." Marissa needed to tell it all, the worst, or the best,
to her best friend.
Marissa saw that Sue was staring between her legs. She
could feel Sue's excitement. Then Marissa saw Sue look up at her.
Sue said, "Show me."
Marissa didn't say another word. She just leaned back down,
put her left hand under her head, and reached for her clitoris
with her right.
She put the side of her right thumb on the hood, and
reached underneath, slowly pulling on the glans with her first
two fingers, over and over, teasing herself, growing more excited
with each stroke, as her reptile licked away at her brain.
Shivers of ecstasy ran down to her clitoris, which pulsated and
stiffened with pleasure. Sue, shaking with excitement, devoured
the scene with her eyes.
Unable to control herself, Sue reached between her own
legs, parted her sopping wet hairs, and began pulling and gently
squeezing her own clitoris, teasing the sensitive glans until she
thought she would pass out from the pleasure.
"There," said Marissa, pulling back the hood with the
first two fingers of both hands, "Look."
The crimson glans, fully erect and pulsating, stood out.
Sue, now so excited she could hardly breath, continued to pull on
her own engorged clitoris. Her heart was beating so strong and
fast it felt like someone was pounding on the inside wall of her
chest with a large fist. Without thinking she reached out with
her left hand and gently trapped Marissa's clitoris between her
first two fingers. Then reaching down with her thumb, she brought
a gob of fluid up from Marissa's vagina and began gently
massaging the underside of Marissa's clitoris.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Marissa began
whispering over and over, in a mantra of excitement. The beast in
her brain licked wildly at her pleasure center, giving her the
best sensation her teenage body had ever felt.
"Feels good, huh," Sue said breathlessly while she
continued to pull and massage her own clitoris. Sue had never
touched another person sexually, and playing with her best
friend's engorged clitoris was the most sexually exciting thing
she had ever experienced. Her heart pounded, she could only take
short gulps of air. She lost all control and was masturbating
openly. She had to. "I'm going to come real soon," she grunted,
as her fingers worked feverishly between her legs.
"I'm almost there, too," Marissa heard herself say. She
lifted her head up to get a better look at what was happening,
and what she saw was all it took. Sue's left hand had changed
position. She had grasped Marissa's clitoris between her thumb
and index finger, and was now jerking it up and down quickly, as
though it were a little cock. Sue's right hand was working
between her legs at the same rhythm, rubbing her own clit back
and forth at a furious pace. As she watched, Marissa caught
glimpses of the crimson glans peeking out of the hood as Sue's
practiced fingers brought her to orgasm. It was too much for
Marissa.
"Here it comes!" Marissa grunted, as the sweet feeling
began building. Sue continued to jerk Marissa's clit while she
felt her own orgasm hit. "Me, too, oh, yeah, now," she panted.
Marissa's hips began bouncing up and down, and Sue lost
contact with her clitoris. Marissa's own hand flew to her
clitoris and continued the stimulation, determined not to let any
of the pleasure escape. As her contractions hit, Marissa looked
at Sue, who was leaning back with her own hips in the air,
grunting, bouncing slightly and rubbing madly, squeezing out the
last drops of her own insane pleasure.
Too soon, it was all over. Both girls lay on the couch as
though they were dead. The two huge orgasms that had wracked
their young bodies had completely wiped them out. As their
reptiles shrank and crawled back down to the places where they
hid, the two teens slowly returned to reality.
"Jeez, look at the time," Sue said, "Dad will be home
soon. I'd better get this place cleaned up." And with that, the
girls dressed and put the house back in order. The video was
returned to its hiding place and all was as it had been before.
Or so it appeared. But in reality nothing was as it had been
between the two friends. They had taken their first tentative
steps down a path from which there was to be no return.
Their beasts had fed well that evening, and had grown. And
their appitites were temporarily satisfied. But, like hungry
young carnivores after their first taste of meat, there was no
going back to the thin milk on which they had previously fed. The
girls slept well and deep that night, their dreams filled with
erotic images that they wouldn't remember. But their beasts
didn't sleep. They only rested, and amused themselves with the
erotic dreams. They rested and they waited, sensing that they
would not have to wait long for their next feast.
As Marissa sat in the theater, her thoughts returned to the
present. She could feel the heat radiating off of Bob's body, and
casually wondered if he had an erection. She actually had trouble
imagining him without one, ever since the shower incident. The
way it curved up, pulsating... Stop! Everytime she let her mind
wander, it wandered to sex. Why couldn't it wander somewhere
else? Like was the Louisiana Purchase manifest destiny or
imperialism?
"Well, it wanders where it likes, not where I like,"
Marissa reasoned. "I have to be strong."
"What are you thinking?" she heard Bob ask.
"About the Louisiana Purchase." Marissa answered,
smiling. The film had ended, and the auditorium was filled with
the bustling sound of people rearranging themselves and leaving.
As Bob and Marissa walked back to the dorm, she was
tempted to invite him up to her room, but thought better of it.
Vicki, her room-mate would be in, and anyway, she didn't want to
go any further with Bob just yet. All she really wanted was an
orgasm.
As Marissa walked down the hall to her room, alone, she
was happy about her decision, and looked foreward to seeing
Vicki. The girls had become fast friends in the short time that
they'd roomed together. Vicki, althought physically different
from Marissa with her short blond hair, freckled pixie nose and
shorter stature, had much in common with Marissa intellectually,
and the girls spent long hours talking.
Vicki was smart and funny, and like Marissa, made friends
easily. The girls shared what the campus housing administrator
optimistically referred to as a 'suite'. A small living area with
a lamp, a thirteen-inch TV, a couch and an armchair, and one
bedroom with twin beds and regulation dorm furniture. Spartan,
but neat.
As Marissa entered the living area, she noticed that the
lamp was off and the door to the bedroom was closed most of the
way. Strange sounds, not unlike those of an animal in distress
eminated from within, and a thin shaft of light escaped from the
room and illuminated the living area enought for Marissa to
safely navigate to the door. As she peered through the crack,
Marissa felt her heart stop for a second and then begin to pound
rapidly in her chest. She wanted to see Vicki, but not
necessarily like this.
Vicki was on her bed, naked, her legs wrapped around a
boy's equally naked back. Marissa could clearly see, from her
three-quarter angle, that the boy was pumping his penis in and
out of Vicki's sopping wet vagina, grunting with each thrust.
Vicki, for her part, was whimpering and panting, and as Marissa's
eyes fell on her face, she could see that Vicki, mouth agape and
nostrils flairing, was lost in a sea of sexual excitation.
Marissa had never seen two live people having sex before.
As she watched the boy's slippery wet penis dissappear into
Vicki, and then reappear an instant later covered with even more
of Vicki's juices, she felt her own vagina get instantly wet and
congested. She felt the tip of her now engorged clitoris pressing
against the inside of her jeans, and as she watched, she felt her
own excitement building by the second. Suddenly she felt her
clitoris become super sensitive and she instinctively knew what
was going to happen. There was nothing she could do to prevent
it. She was just too hot.
She felt the beginning of her spontaneous orgasm as an
excrutiating itch permiating her clitoral glans, and, standing
there mesmerised, as the boy's penis pumped in and out of Vicki's
tangle of wet, blond hair, Marissa came in her pants.
As the contractions began, Marissa lost her balance and
pressed against the door, opening it. The boy, hearing the
commotion, looked over his right shoulder and saw Marissa
gripping the door frame. His mouth fell open and he pulled his
penis out of Vicki, whose tightly closed eyes prevented her from
knowing what was happening. The shock caused the boy to begin his
orgasm, and he grunted loudly as his stiff, slightly bowed penis
shot wad after wad of hot sticky sperm into the air.
"Don't stop, I'm almost there!" Vicki gasped. As the
first drops of semen hit her belly, she looked down, then over,
and saw Marissa. Her eyes opened wide in bewilderment. Marissa
had by now finished her orgasm and in its aftermath she
stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here."
"Aw, Jesus, let me get out of here," the guy mumbled half
to himself as he got off the bed and began dressing. Vicki got
under the covers and pulled them up to her neck in a manner that
suggested she was covering herself emotionally as well as
physically. "I'll call you tomorrow," the boy said as he bent
over and gave Vicki a good-bye kiss. He gave Marissa a little
smile as he passed her, and was gone.
"I'm so sorry..." Marissa began, but Vicki held up her
hand. No, I'm the one who should be sorry," she said. "I should
have put a note on the door, or something, but it all happened so
fast. We were making out on the couch--that was all that was
supposed to happen--and I guess we sort of got carried away. The
next thing I know, we were rushing into the bedroom, and I guess
I forgot all about the time." Vicki finished with a sheepish
grin. She was sorry, but not that sorry.
"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean," Marissa replied.
"My timing was really bad, wasn't it?
"Well, now that you mention it, it couldn't have been any
worst. I was about twenty seconds away from finishing when you
banged into the door. I'm not buying any lottery tickets this
week, that's for sure."
Marissa laughed at the joke and the girls began talking
about school and upcoming social events until it was time to go
to bed. Marissa began undressing and Vicki got up to put on her
nightie, which was actually a long tee-shirt with Garfield on the
front. Marissa noticed that Vickie's nipples were stiff, but
passed no comment. Well, maybe it was a little chilly in the
room, Marissa thought, but she really didn't feel it.
The girls said good-night to each other and turned off the
lights. Marissa was all wound up from from the evening's events,
and was finding it difficult to fall asleep. She kept thinking
about how the boy's penis looked as it pumped its load into the
air. After five minutes she turned over and faced Vicki's bed.
She tried to clear her mind of all thoughts, and began breathing
slowly and regularly.
Ten minutes later, almost asleep, she heard Vicki whisper,
"Mari, are you awake...Mari?" She ignored it, not wanting to
start talking again. She did open one eye, however, and saw Vicki
silhouetted against the window on the far wall, which let some
light in from around the blinds. As she watched, she saw Vicki
lift her hips up a few inches and struggle slightly. She was
pulling her tee-shirt up.
Vicki knew after the first five minutes in bed that there
was no way she was going to get to sleep without masturbating.
She had to do it. Her beast was with her, and it was just too
hungry to be denied. It had stayed where the feeding was good
after the boy had left, knowing that Vicki hadn't the strength or
disposition to send it back. It kept licking away slowly at
Vicki's pleasure center, keeping her hot, telling her how badly
she needed to stimulate herself. And Vicki knew she had no
choice.
The only problem was waiting for her roommate to fall asleep.
As soon as she heard Marissa's breathing develope a steady,
regular pattern, she knew it was safe. She whispered to Marissa
to make sure, and getting no reply, she began.
As Vicki pulled her tee-shirt over her breasts, she began
recalling every tantalizing detail of what had happened earlier
that evening. First she was on the couch with Andy, his hot,
sweet lips kissing her, sucking her tongue, licking her ears,
driving her mad. Then, as she saw him pulling her shirt up,
flipping her bra over her breasts, nuzzling, kissing and licking
her breasts, then sucking her nipples, her hand went between her
legs, and found what it needed, and she began to slowly stimulate
herself as her fantasy continued.
Marissa was watching through half-closed eyes. She was as
stiff as a corpse, afraid to move a muscle, lest she disturb the
show that was unfolding before her. She concentrated on
maintaining a steady breathing pattern, reinforcing the illusion
of sleep. She wanted desperatly to reach down and touch herself,
to do what Vicki was doing but she resisted. Her earlier
spontaneous orgasm cooling her ardor sufficiently to allow what
little resolve she possessed to endure. She clenched her fists
and watched.
Vicki was now well into her session and knew it wouldn't
take long. She'd waited a long time for this, and her hunger was
great. As her beast licked her brain, sending jolts of pleasure
from her knot-hard nipples to her swollen clitoris, her
experienced fingers quickened their pace, speeding her toward the
relief she so badly needed. She tried not to move her hips as her
orgasm approched, but it was just too sweet.
As Marissa watched Vicki's hips begin to strain under the
covers, she knew it would be over soon. She was fighting the
battle of her life with her own beast, trying to keep her hand
from going where it so desperately wanted to go. She felt the
sensitivity in her own rampant clitoris, the blood-engorged glans
having long ago escaped from between the folds of its protective
foreskin. It begged to be touched. But no, not tonight.
When her orgasm hit, Vicki was amazed by its intensity.
As the waves of pleasure radiated outward, she tried her best to
keep her hips from bucking, and from moaning out loud. She
flaired her nostrils and breathed a long, low grunt of pleasure.
As her contraction subsided and peace again returned to her body,
she stretched and turned over. Her beast, bloated and satisfied,
shrank and returned to its hiding place. Vicki, smiling slightly,
fell asleep instantly.
But Marissa had no such peace. As she heard Vicki's
breathing return to the cadence of the truly asleep, she also
turned over. But as she did she was acutely aware of the
sensation in her painfully erect nipples as they brushed against
the bedding. Marissa also felt bloated, but with yearning, not
satisfaction. Exhaustion, not peace, finally brought the blessed
escape of sleep.
And her beast, knowing it had lost, returned unsatisfied
to its hiding place. It was hungry, and in a foul mood. It hated
to lose. Perhaps it had been too nice, too easygoing. Well, all
that could change. Tomorrow it would up the ante.
END OF CHAPTER 6
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