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Claire's Clit - 1
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
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Thirteen-year old Claire always had an anxious feeling
throughout her body that was caused by a protruding
pubic mound and an overly large clitoris. In Part 1 she
learns how to relieve this. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, mast)
***
Part 1: An Unexpected Discovery
My name is Claire. I recently turned thirteen-years old
and am just finishing seventh grade. I am medium build,
have long blond hair and big blue eyes. I am cute,
popular and participate in everything from cheerleading
to student council.
I started puberty at the beginning of seventh grade. My
body went from flat to very shapely. My butt is round,
my waist is small, and my breasts have developed into
nearly B-cups. My periods started few months ago and I
recently started getting a little pubic hair but it is
so light blond, my pussy looks bare. My outer pussy lips
are still quite thin.
At about the same time this was happening, I noticed
something else. I felt anxious all the time. My body was
in a constant stated of tension, especially when I was
active – walking, running, jumping, or cheering. (I
didn't recognize that it was sexual arousal at the
time.) I never quite felt fulfilled, however. I chalked
it up to the pubescent hormones I had heard about.
Then one day I had an experience that caused me some
concern. I was doing cheers at practice, performing a
series of jumps and splits, when a weird feeling came
over my whole body and I started to quiver and shake.
The sensation centered at my pubic area but soon took
over my whole body. It was not unpleasant yet I never
felt anything like it before. I thought I should get it
checked out.
I was due to get a physical for summer camp so I thought
I would mention it to my long time family doctor, Dr.
Fredricks. Mom was working and since it was routine I
went alone.
When I entered the examine room, the nurse had me strip
to my panties and put on a white gown. I sat alone on
the table, waiting for the doctor. When the door opened
I got a real surprise. Instead of old Dr. Fredricks, in
entered a twenty-something year old handsome man.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Roberts," he said. "Dr. Fredricks
retired and I've taken over his practice. And I hope you
don't mind, but nurse Julie had to leave unexpectedly so
it will just be you and me, if that's okay?"
"Yes that will be fine," I said, knowing I needed to get
this physical today.
Dr. Roberts gave me a very thorough exam and was very
professional about it. He checked my ears, nose, and
throat. When checking my heart and breathing, he even
placed the stethoscope over my gown.
Looking over my chart, he spoke. "Have you ever had a
breast exam?" he asked. "I see you have recently gone
through puberty and should probably have one."
"Well if you think I need one, then okay. You're the
doctor." I said.
He started by putting his hands on the front of the
gown, right on my thirteen-year old breasts. He seemed
to take a long time feeling them. I thought I would be
embarrassed but I was actually quite proud of my B-cups
and was excited that a grown man appreciated them. I
wondered what he thought?
Then he took each one in his hands and examined them all
over. As his palms brushed the fabric over my nipples, I
felt them expand and harden. I wondered what he thought
of that? When he finished, he took his hands away.
"I should also do a pelvic exam," he said. "Do you still
have your hymen?
"Yes," I answered.
"Well we better wait on that then," he said.
He was almost done and said everything looked okay when
he started checking my knee reflexes. As I crossed and
uncrossed my legs, I started getting that anxious
feeling again.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, sensing my demeanor.
Since he was a doctor, I decided to tell him my problem.
"Ever since I reached puberty, I have been having
strange sensations throughout my body," I said. "And
yesterday, at cheerleading practice, my whole body
seemed to explode."
"And where are these feelings centered at?" he asked.
"Right down here," I said, embarrassedly pointing to my
crotch.
"Let's take a look then," he said pulling up the bottom
of the gown.
When he did, Dr. Roberts got a good look at my panties.
They were little white cotton bikini panties. I don't
think he expected such sexy panties on a thirteen-year
old and he seemed to take an extra long look at them.
After that, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and
pulled them completely off.
Not being a gynecologist, I don't think he got to see
many vaginas, let alone a thirteen-year old one. As I
said, my lips were thin little girl lips and had just a
sparse coating of blond pubic hair on them.
Using his hands, he examined my vagina all over. I could
feel his fingers sliding up and down my slit. Using two
hands, he spread my thin outer lips apart exposing my
plushier inner labia. He felt it all over. He even
started to put his finger inside my pussy hole but
pulled back when he felt my hymen. I don't know why, but
the exam was making me wet down there
He studied my pussy for a long time and then spoke. "I
think I see the problem," he stated. "Well really there
are two problems.
"First of all," he continued. "You have a really
protrusive pubic mound. This is causing your vagina to
tilt up and outward. It probably rubs on your clothing
making you aware of what's down there. Many young girls
have this and it should straighten out with age.
"But examining further, I see something that is
contributing to your situation even more," he said. "You
have a very large clitoris, so large that it has
expanded well beyond its hood. It seems to be
permanently sticking out. With its size and the position
on your protruding public mound, it is always front and
center and most likely gets further stimulated by
rubbing against your clothing, making you anxious and
aroused, especially when you are active."
"Where exactly is this?" I asked.
Taking a mirror, Dr. Roberts placed it between my legs
so I could see the large pink bud he was talking about.
As he was explaining, his finger rubbed back and forth
over my clitoris.
It wasn't long before my whole body started to shake and
then seemed to explode again.
"And what was that?" I asked. "Should I be concerned
when that happens?"
"Well actually that was an orgasm," he explained. "Do
you know what that is?"
"Yes, I've read about them and learned about them is Sex
Ed," I replied. "But I didn't know that's what they felt
like. So should I be concerned I am having them?"
"Not at all. Actually I think they can be the answer to
your problem. Every time you feel anxious or tense, find
a way to relieve yourself. It is probably the best way
to deal with your unique physiology at this time," he
explained.
"What do you mean relieve myself?" I asked.
"You know, rub your clitoris, like this," he described,
taking my hand in his and placing it on my clitoris.
I lay there without speaking, as he guided my fingers
all over my engorged clit. I was happy to understand
what was happening to my body and even happier about the
suggested treatment.
Soon my whole body was shaking again in what I now knew
was an orgasm.
After I calmed down, Dr. Roberts handed me my panties
and I slipped them on. As he sat there making some notes
on my chart, I sat up, removed my gown and started to
get dressed. I noticed him stop for a moment and study
my bare thirteen-year old breasts but I didn't care
since he was my doctor and he already felt them. He said
he would like to see me on a regular basis to check my
progress and I readily concurred.
I left finally understanding what had been happening to
me over the last several months.
***
Although I was happy to learn what to do when my panties
and other clothing stimulated my clit, I wasn't always
in a position to "relieve" myself.
At home it was easy. In the privacy of my bedroom, I was
able to rub myself to multiple orgasms nightly, thus
"relieving" the stress of a whole day of my panties
rubbing against my clit.
One day, while doing my laundry, I discovered the joy of
leaning my crotch against the vibrating washer. The spin
cycle always had me cuming multiple times. That made me
start to look for other vibrating options.
The first thing I found was my electric toothbrush. It
vibrated at such a rapid rate it made me cum almost
instantly.
I found a more relaxing option in the bottom of my old
toy box. Mr. Cuddle Bear was a stuffed animal that
gently vibrated, designed to make a young girl feel
relaxed at night. I wondered if the inventors ever
realized what an older girl could do with it?
As easy as it was to take care of my condition at home,
at school it was a different situation. Short of not
wearing any panties at all, I was in a state of almost
constant arousal with few opportunities for relief. I
had to get pretty creative.
In classes where you could pick your seat, I always
chose the back row. With the slightest rocking of my
body, I could take care of my needs without anyone the
wiser. I think some of the boys around me suspected what
was happening. My body sent off a subtle aroma of
arousal. I saw many unintentional bulges in their pants.
I made frequent trips to the bathroom stalls. I always
had to be careful, especially about making too much
noise when there were others present.
Cheerleading turned out to be a very good outlet for me.
The variety of poses, jumps, and splits caused my
panties to rub me in all kinds of ways. Others mostly
interpreted the happiness of my orgasms as school
spirited enthusiasm. The only problem was the wet spot
that always appeared on the crotch of my panties.
But orchestra turned out to be my favorite time of day.
You see I played the cello, the instrument, which was
played between your legs. As I played, I would place it
ever so closely against my crotch. As the music rose to
a crescendo, so did my arousal. I almost always orgasmed
before the end of the song. Mr. Brown, the conductor,
often complemented me on my passion.
And so it went at home and school. Though Dr. Roberts
showed me how to relieve the tension myself, I wondered
if I could experience even more relief by getting a
helping hand, like when Dr. Roberts rubbed me.
***
That first helping hand came by way of my gym teacher
Ms. Smith. Ms. Smith was a tall blond woman with a
fauxhawk haircut, in her twenties. She was very hands-on
in her teaching methods, especially with us girls.
One day I was coming down the rope in the corner of the
gym and I started to slip. Luckily Ms. Smith was there
holding the rope and she caught me. When she did, her
hand slipped up my lose shorts and landed right on my
clit. Being already aroused from all the physical
activity, the feel of her hand caused an immediate
orgasm. She seemed both surprised and pleased at this.
Over the next few weeks we managed to repeat this while
she helped me with a variety of exercises and
activities. I came to enjoy these "accidental" touches.
One day after class she asked me into her office.
"Claire," she said. "I see that you have the same
condition that I used to have."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Oh, I think you know?" she said. "I've noticed your
behavior lately. It's just like mine used to be."
"Sorry, I can't help it," I said. "I always feel,
anxious."
"You mean, aroused don't you. I totally understand. I'm
going to show you something," she explained pulling down
her sweat pants. When she did, I was face-to-face with
her panties. I could see right away that her pubic mound
also protruded, though not nearly as much as mine. And
even through the panties, I could see the outline of the
nub that was her clitoris sticking right out. It was
even bigger than mine.
"I know what it's like to be constantly on edge," she
confessed. "It was an even bigger problem when I was
young and my pubic mound protruded much more. That part
got smaller as my body changed but my enlarged clit
still remains. I have to constantly find ways to relieve
myself in secret, just like you. Perhaps we can help
each other, if you promise to keep it our little
secret."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Taking my hand, she placed it inside her panties on her
clit while sliding her other hand inside my shorts and
panties. When I did not pull away, she started rubbing
my clit,
It was exciting rubbing another person's clit while she
rubbed mine. It was much better than just rubbing
myself. There was the anticipation of having another
persons' hand touch just the right spot. Soon we were
both exploding in orgasms. It was just what we needed
yet we were now both even more turned on.
"Claire," Ms. Smith said. "As long as we both have the
next period free, would you like me to show you
something really neat that people with our condition can
do?"
"Yes, I only have study hall next," I said.
"Okay follow me," she said, walking over to a mat on the
office floor.
As she did, Ms. Smith stripped completely. Seeing this I
did the same. I took a moment to study her body. Her
outer lips were more mature and she had a lot more hair
down there, but clits were strikingly similarity in
size.
Her breasts were twice as large as mine. They were
probably 36D's. As she guided me to her side on the mat,
our breasts pressed into each other's. I really never
realized how sensitive my nipples were, probably because
I was obsessed with my clit. But against hers, they
tingled.
As we lie on the floor naked, embracing each other, she
started her demonstration.
"Because of our large clits and especially your
protruding pubic mound, we can do something easier than
most females," she started. "It's called "tribbing" or
"scissoring". Have you ever heard of it?"
"No," I replied.
"It's when two females wrap their legs around each other
and press their clits together," she explained. "Because
our clits are so big, that should be easy for us. Would
you like to try it?"
"Absolutely!" I answered, jumping at the chance for a
new way to have my clit rubbed.
With that Ms. Smith spread her legs as I slid mine
between them. She was right. Our clits made immediate
contact. And unlike just our hands, the sensation was
electric.
There were a thousand tingles dancing all over my clit.
Besides the physical sensation, I started feeling an
emotional component. I was feeling very intimate towards
Ms. Smith. It was not a lesbian type of feeling. I knew
I was becoming increasingly attracted to the opposite
sex. It was more of the closeness of two people filling
each other's needs.
At one point Ms. Smith started giving me an open mouthed
kiss. I politely pulled away, signaling that this was a
not a romantic thing. She understood, and just continued
grinding her clit against mine. I could tell she didn't
want to miss out on a chance to be with a young girl, a
thirteen-year old one. Our pussies were getting wet and
there was a pungent order in the air.
After a while, the sensation was too much for us. My
body started shaking like it never had before as we both
exploded in an orgasm. I did then lean up and give her a
"thank you" peck on the lips. She gave me a "your
welcome" smile.
"You know," Ms. Smith said. "I can assign you as my gym
helper and you can come back to my office after class
every day, if you want?"
I wanted and I did…
***
As seventh grade was coming to a close, there was a
year-end dance in the gym for all the seventh and eight
grade students. I didn't really have anything of my own
to wear so I borrowed one of my older sister's dresses.
It was a short, low-cut black cocktail dress. Underneath
I wore a pair of black satin bikini panties and was
braless on top. I applied a light coat of face make-up
and some heavy red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, I
felt real grown up.
Most of us hadn't started dating yet and we all went as
a group taking turns dancing with everyone.
The evening started out with lots of fast dancing. Of
course you know what that did to me. I couldn't wait for
the slow dancing.
I started slow dancing with some of my seventh grade
classmates. They were awkward and didn't hold me as
close as I wanted. I tried pushing my body in closer but
they didn't get it.
And then I danced with one of the eighth grade boys,
Lance. As I wrapped my arms around Lance, he knew how to
pull me close. The feel of my B-cup breasts must have
turned him on for soon I felt the bulge in his pants,
digging into my crotch. It was hitting me in just the
right spot, right on my clit. The more we danced, the
more anxious, I mean aroused, I was getting. Lance
seemed to be getting excited too.
Soon I lost control and my body shuttered in an all out
orgasm. I was embarrassed and pulled away from Lance.
Lance, however, did not let me go. Instead he led we
away with him, out of the gym into a dark hallway of the
school.
Once there, he pulled me against him and started making
out with me. He was the first boy I ever kissed and I
didn't quite know what to do. It turned out that he was
a good teacher. He opened his mouth and I followed suit.
When he fed me his tongue I fed him mine back.
Then I started teaching him. I put my hands on his butt
and pulled his pelvis into mine. Then I ground my clit
into the bulge that I knew was his penis now, again. It
was feeling really good and then he stepped it up a
notch. Putting his hand down, he reached under my dress
and started rubbing my pussy over my satin panties. Due
to my protruding pubic mound, it landed right on my
clit. The rubbing and grinding combined with our heavy
making out caused an orgasm the likes of which I never
felt before.
Before I had another chance to be embarrassed again, he
took my hand and put it on the bulge in the front of his
pants. This was another first for me. I had never felt a
boy's penis nor ever even wanted to, but I was so turned
on now, there was nothing I wanted to do more.
As I felt it all over, I could tell it was really big,
much bigger than those of the seventh graders I was
dancing with. I wanted a better feel so I slid my hand
into his pants and started rubbing over his underwear
like he did to me.
It wasn't long before I felt his body shutter and felt a
hot, wet spot on the front of his cotton briefs.
Although I was not very experienced at this, I did know
that I must have made him cum.
Since both my panties and his pants and underwear were
wet, we couldn't go back into the dance so we slipped
out a side door and he walked me home.
Along the way we talked and agreed to meet next week. I
knew I was ready to see and feel my first bare cock and
I wanted to feel another male hand against my bare pussy
and clit.
Unfortunately something came up and we couldn't get
together. The school term was over and I was off to
summer camp for a month so I didn't get to feel my first
bare cock.
That would change, however, when I went to camp…
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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