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Molly Takes a Shower
by Alfred E. (alfrede65@hotmail.com)
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A girl, giving herself a breast-check while in the
shower, just like the doctors recommend, turns into a
solo pleasuring session that explodes into her first
ever orgasm. (f-teen-solo)
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Molly was taking a long shower. She had always taken
long showers in the evenings, ever since she was very
small, six or seven. She wasn't so much older now, 13,
and she certainly wasn't much bigger.
Molly was small, but her breasts had begun to develop;
small, awkward lumps on her still-girlish chest. She was
in the clumsy time between a child and a young adult.
Water poured down from the nozzle onto Molly's pink
skin. It ran down her body, dripping off of the ends of
her chin-length hair and fingertips, down her belly, and
between the cheeks of her buttocks.
Molly had finished washing; she had scrubbed her body,
her face, and her hair. She was quietly, if a little
guiltily, fingering her breasts now. The TV and
magazines had made it perfectly clear that breast cancer
was dropping women by the bushel and she was naive
enough to believe in the life-or-death importance of
self breast exams. Still, there was some guilt. Was it
really supposed to make her feel this way?
She used three fingers to carefully feel one of her
small breasts. It was not like that of a grown woman; it
had a hard, not quite ripe feel, like a lotus bud before
it had blossomed. The breast beneath her fingers was
tender, and she had to be careful not to press it to
hard, or the pain would make her utter a small sigh.
As Molly explored her breasts in the shower - using both
hands now, feeling both breasts - her fingers would
accidentally flick across her nipples. This sensation
was new to her, something strange and intriguing. Soon,
this "accident" became more frequent, and the tiny buds
of her nipples stood up on her areolas, two dime sized
areas of red in a sea of pink.
It was not long before Molly could do nothing but fondle
her nipples, playing with the small, hard beads. Molly
took the shampoo bottle in hand, and squeezed a small
amount onto her chest rubbing the fragrant gel over her
sensitive skin, feeling the cold shampoo become warm
against the heat of her body, feeling her finger slide
over her nipples.
Above the caress of her own fingers, Molly became aware
of the streams of water. Their impact played against the
length of her small body, her chest, her quivering face,
and her thighs.
It was the water against her thighs that she felt the
most now. Molly relaxed her knees, spreading her legs a
little as she stood, so that she could better feel the
intense stream against the inner parts of her thighs.
Every now and then, her small shudders would direct a
single beam of water into the place she only her as her
private parts. It was a sensation so new to her, so
intense. Something almost painful, something that made
her feel guilty, but exciting. It was a sensation she
wanted more of, even though it made her afraid.
Molly knew that place to be private. She would not show
it to anybody, and had tried to have as little to do
with it as possible. Slowly, though, Molly was
awakening. If her sex was indeed private, it would be
hers, and hers alone - shouldn't she be able to do with
it want she wanted?
The blossoming woman glanced around nervously, as though
she expected to find someone behind the close shower
curtain to catch her being naughty. Quickly, like a
child stealing candy, her hand darted down to her mons,
encountering the small bit of drowning hair. She stood
there for a minute like that, with one hand on her
breast, and the other covering her sex, feeling the
warmth radiating out above the heat of the shower.
Slowly, a bit afraid of what she might find, she slipped
a slender finger past the lips of her sex, and was
surprised to find it was wet, not with water, but with
her own juices. They had been building for some time,
and now dribbled out passed her fingers. Molly moved her
one finger slowly, up and down, up and down, still
caressing her breast, playing with its hard nipple,
rolling it around gently between her fingers.
The finger in her sex felt the entire length of her
slit, from the top, with its explosion of sensations, to
the bottom, where she encounter a what seemed a hollow,
a small place that seemed, perhaps, not to belong there.
She pressed against this placed, and it hurt. It hurt,
but she couldn't stop, pressing against it.
Slowly, excruciatingly, she pressed, sobbing quietly
now, shivering even in the heat, and pressing hard
against her breast, despite the tenderness. It tore, it
gave, and, with a thin red dribble down her leg, it was
gone. Molly hadn't expected this, and her fingers - for
she had all of them now within her slit - now shot into
her waiting tunnel, and felt the heat of the honey
within. There was no stopping Molly now, as small gasps
escaped her lips.
Her fingers moved faster, pumping in and out of her and
her thumb rubbed against the slippery explosion of her
clitoris. Her hands pressed very hard against her breast
as she felt a bubble rising inside of her, something she
was helpless to stop, and wouldn't want to for the
world. She could barely keep from screaming in the
shower, and she moved her fingers inside her tight sex,
slowing feeling her legs tense until she could contain
it no longer.
Nearly forgetting herself, Molly let slip a barely
controlled gasp, threatening to become a scream, as she
felt the bubble bursting, long and hard, he legs
relaxing as she fell to her knees, the cleansing water
washing over her.
Molly felt some guilt, but she knew what she had done
wasn't really wrong; it was actually very, very right,
and her long showers became even longer.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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