Message-ID: <3459eli$9708291133@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Subject: MARISSA Chapter 6 (teen f/f, mutual mast, first-time) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5u543u$4a8@dfw-ixnews8.ix.netcom.com> 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 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /