Message-ID: <19536eli$9902010429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ArtaDeux@aol.com Subject: Kristianna's Explorations (2/? F,teen,mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit 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: <595c88e0.36b4f0ad@aol.com> The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic descriptions of various sex acts. If you are not 18 years of age, or this sort of thing is prohibitted in your town, city, county, state, country, province, or erotica is offensive to you, STOP READING. I, the author give permission for this work to be posted and archived on ASSM and ASS, according to their standards and welcome reviewer's (Celestial and Annex) comments. This work may not be posted to any pay sites or reproduced for profit, other than for the author's own monetary benefit. If you have a personal comment, please feel free to e-mail me at 'Art_aDeux@AOL.com'. I will only respond to nice people so don't bother e-mailing me if you're going to be a jerk. Copyright Art_aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha) Kristianna's First Masturbatory Explorations After sucking Chris off on the bridge that day and walking him home (We told his mother that Bradley Moore had attacked us.), we played a few video games and then I told him I had to go. His mom was up and around and there wasn't any chance of the two of us getting into his bedroom to mess around without her checking on us every 10 minutes or so. Quite honestly, my pelvic region ached. I'd gone to the bathroom at Chris's house to see if I'd done any permanent damage and happily found none. I didn't exactly look, but wiped at myself with a couple of kleenex's, feeling relieved when I didn't see any blood and the pressure of my touch didn't make me want to scream in pain. (Although it did feel kind of good and I did press the wad of tissue against myself a few times past discovering I was okay, just because it felt nice.) I walked home thinking about how Chris's dick had felt in my mouth. How it had made me feel and how I had used my shorts to rub myself between my legs. It had felt so good. Believe it or not, for all my reading of those "Letters", I hadn't thought about masturbating. Oh, I'd touched myself just a little through my underwear, but had stopped. I don't know why. I guess I thought that only guys did it. I asked Chris before I left if he did. He smirked and told me all guys did and those that said they didn't were lying. I wondered how the hell it was he knew those things then thought about his older brother. He with the knowing smile on his face when Chris and I would emerge from his room from our face sucking sessions. Chris asked me if I played with myself. "No!" I responded sharply, "I've never touched myself! Why would I want to do that?" Chris said that I could cumm. Not like he did of course, but that I could have an orgasm too. If I'd let him, he would finger me there and show me how. But not today because of his mom. I said maybe and kissed him goodbye. Back home and in my room on the pretense of a nap, I thought about what he had said. Girls could get off too. Not just girls, but me. I could get off. I could get myself off. I could "play" with myself. Laying on my bed with the radio on and the blinds closed I thought about his dick and the familiar ache started again between my thighs. I had taken my shorts off and left my tee- shirt and underwear on. My nipples stiffened and I wondered what they felt like to Chris when he touched them. I liked it when he pinched them just a little. So I moved my hands up and cupped my breasts. It felt nice. No, it felt more than nice. I ran my fingers across the hardening nipples and felt the thrill run down from them to that place between my legs. "Letters" called it different names. A 'pussy' or a 'cunt'. 'Love-hole' was a popular one in the late 70's and early 80's. I knew the name of it from health class. 'Vagina'. It sounded almost funny, more than a little gross. I'd heard some older girls talking about sex and one of them had referred to it as a 'cunny'. The sex ed. discussion of the whole topic of female sexuality had been very brief, focusing on pregnancy prevention really. ("Get the guy to wear a condom if you're going to do 'IT'!") They mentioned the clitoris in passing. The magazines that I read called it a 'clit'. I reached under my bed and got one of those magazines. I'd only really read the articles. (Something men claim but women never believe.) Now I needed to look. I opened the magazine to the centerfold and really looked at the girl for the first time. Despite my age, I noted with more than a little pride, that my boobs were bigger than hers. She had on a little lace teddy that she pulled to the side to show her 'pussy'. I stared at it. Feeling very naughty as the warmth crept down into my own pubescent little pussy. She had hair down there. Although the vaginal lips were actually bald. I wondered absently if that's the way pubic hair grew. I turned the page and looked as she spread her legs for the camera. I could see two holes. Her butthole and her vaginal opening. Using my finger I rubbed my nipple some more, sending nice feelings down my body again. The ache grew deeper as I looked to the next picture. Her long fingernails held delicately away, she fingered a little nub of flesh at the top of her slit. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open a little as she used both hands in the next frame, pulling her cheeks apart to expose her puckered hole and gaping vagina. Her fingers appeared to be teasing her clit and her butthole while she seemed to have sunk two manicured fingers into her vagina. My hand strayed to my own cotton covered pussy. The panties were soaking wet. I wondered how I could have peed myself without even knowing it, then realized that the moisture was slick. Not like pee at all. I lay back on the bed and used one hand to play with my breasts. Bolder now, I explored my titties with both hands, pinching the nipples a little and when I discovered how good that felt, I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Relishing the heat that spread from my actions to that wet place between my thighs. My hips moved just a little as I pleasured my breasts. Mimicing the rhythm that Chris and I got into when he layed on top of me and we kissed. The ache grew large in my abdomen and seemed to center in my pussy. I reached down and felt my lips through my underwear. They were still pretty bald, but they seemed to have swollen. The touch of my fingertips across them made me shiver and I pressed my hand against myself. It felt so good I did it a couple more times. Then curiousity got to me and I slipped my hand into my panties. First I felt the contours of my pussy, slick lips and all. The touch of my hands seemed to make me wetter and hotter and the ache grew deeper and almost hurt. I spread my legs but found that I was contrained by the panties. Lifting my butt a little, I slid them off and continued my exploration under the sheets. I spread my legs again and tentatively touched myself. Working inward I marvelled at the sensations. I immediatly found my 'clit'. It was hard, engorged really. A stiff, sensitive little bud of flesh that screamed pleasure when I touched it. Using my index finger I gently drew circles around it. The tightness built as I flicked the finger back and forth against it. That was it. That was the right stimulation. I used some of the moisture from my vaginal opening to lubricate my clitoris and continued the flicking motion with my index finger. With my left hand I played with my nipples and was soon rewarded with a funny tingling sensation all over my body, emanating from my pussy. My hips bucked a little and I flickered my finger faster over my clit. My pussy first seemed to tense up and the ache in my belly was like a fire, then suddenly it was like a liquid fire was about to explode from my body and I was a little scared that I was going to lose control of whatever this was and pee the bed. My clitoris throbbed and I moaned a little as the radio played "Satisfaction". The fire exploded. It was like a volcano erupting from my little pussy. Waves of pleasure seemed to flow from that little nub of flesh between my cunt lips to every part of my body. My nipples tingled and I kept rubbing myself as the tidal wave of sexual pleasure washed over me, taking with it that ache that had lodged in my belly. My pussy spasmed seven or eight times really hard and then kept spasming. Each little ripple less than the one before it, but no less delicious. I lay there, panting and relishing the feelings that I had brought about by my wandering hands. I had had an orgasm! A real orgasm. I lay there for a few minutes and thought about what it would be like to have Chris touch my pussy. I could feel the heat start again and smiled. I could fix it. I could fix that dull ache that had made it's home in my belly for the last couple of weeks. A little guiltily, I reached down and touched myself, thinking as I did not of Chris and his dick in my mouth, but of the model, touching herself. I wondered what it felt like to have something, a finger, slide into my little virgin pussy hole. My experience on the bridge had taught me a valuable lesson, pussies and fingernails don't mix. I got up and grabbed the nail clippers, taking my nails down almost to the quick in my haste. Once I finished I checked for sharp edges and filed down one ragged nail. Back in bed, I set about exploring my little friend once more. This time I used both hands between my spread legs. With my right hand I teased and flicked my already hard clit and with my left hand I began fingering my vaginal opening. The intensity of the feelings slammed into me and I started to work my middle finger instinctively into my tight, wet, little hole. I got up to the middle knuckle before my hips started bucking with the force of my orgasm. I feverishly worked my fingers over my clitoris as my pussy pulsed for the second time with my newly found skills. After it was over I wondered if I was going to go to hell for this. Or maybe if it would cause some weird health problem. "So what?" I thought. And with that began to stimulate myself yet again, this time on my stomach, butt high in the air as I sought to penetrate my cunt just a little deeper this time while my fingers massaged my slick clit. I hummed along with Glenn Frye as he sung "Hotel California" as I brought myself off for the third time. It felt just as good as it had the first time I'd done it. "I wonder how many times I can do this in a day?" I said to myself as I panted lightly with my exertions. I guess I finally fell asleep and was dreaming of big dicks again, squirting cumm. This time though they were squirting globs of cumm onto spread open pussies. I could feel myself getting hot again and wondered in the dream whether I could play with myself. I woke with my hand sandwiched between my legs as I lay on my side. The ache was back and I rolled over with a slight smile and spread my legs to play with my wet pussy. The pressure built as I moved my middle finger up to the middle knuckle only, in and out of my pussy just to the point where I was about to cumm, then, "Kristianna?" my great grandmother called from the other side of the door. "Kristianna? Are you all right in there? Dinner's ready." she questioned and informed me in that querelous voice I had come to hate. "I'll be right there." I called out then muttering to myself, "Just as soon as I make myself cumm again!" She would hate it if she knew what I was doing. She would tell me I was evil and bad. Just like my mother. My anger fueled my pleasure a little, knowing I was doing something that would make Lila go into a screaming fit. "Bitch!" I exhaled as my hips jerked a little and I came with a blast of sensation that made me grunt softly at it's force. I got up and hastily kicked the magazine under the bed. I got a new pair of panties from the bureau and noticed that the room smelled a little. Kinda funny. Not bad really, but not like it normally did. I pulled on my shorts and went down the hall to wash my hands in the bathroom. I could still faintly smell something there and lifted my hands to my face. It was me! I realized with a shock and a little bit of pride. I sniffed my fingers again and relished the scent before I washed up and went to dinner. Grinning a little as I anticipated bedtime. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----