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A few words: Thanks to everyone who took the time to write. 
Constructive criticism is always welcome. If you see any errors, 
please tell me about them. Enjoy the story.

Mikey


THIS STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, AND SHOULDN'T BE READ BY THOSE 
UNDER 18. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY KIND.



   
                            MARISSA
                           Chapter 6

                          by Mikey Dee
                        mikeydee@iname.com





        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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