Message-ID: <27862asstr$976745403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20001213034249.19005.cpmta@c012.sfo.cp.net> X-Sent: 13 Dec 2000 03:42:49 GMT Content-Type: text/plain Content-Disposition: inline Mime-Version: 1.0 From: Seamus X-Sent-From: aleciad@altavista.com Subject: {ASSM} "Naive Nympho" by Seamus (Naive Nympho) Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 17:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates, newsman This story was written for the Naive Nympho challenge: - an attempt to write a plausible or, better yet, believable story about a girl who knows nothing about sex but turns into a nympho as soon as she tries it. Naive Nympho by Seamus seamus@zdnetmail.co.uk "Gosh, Mr. Smith, I've never had a man's... um, thingie, up _there_ before! I bet that'll be fun! You try that while Mr. Jones puts his yummy thing around to where I can suck on it! The football team will just have to wait!" Barbie could not believe the stuff these guys were doing to make her feel good. Nothing was too much trouble for them - and to think that her Grammie had said such dreadful things about men! Barbie and Grammie lived in a little house out in the woods. She had hardly ever seen men. Grammie had taught her to grow carrots and cucumbers and potatoes and hens and ducks and geese and sheep and goats in their garden and how to cut wood and find honey and trap game and make soap. Grammie was a big enthusiast for soap and made Barbie wash every day in the big old wash tub. Barbie would bring the water from the creek in buckets to fill the tub in her room. Grammie insisted she wash in her room - 'Who do you think wants to see you?' She would say. You had to scrub really hard to get a lather with the home made soap and cold water. For as long as Barbie could remember Grammie had been a little wizened old woman, barely taller than the table, dressed all in black, skinny as a rail, sour as lemons and tough as old boots. Barbie was already taller than Grammie when she 'became a woman'. That's what Grammie called it. Barbie was scared when she saw the blood but Grammie said not to worry and to take extra care washing 'down there' in future, so she did. She knew she must be doing it right because when she scrubbed extra hard it felt extra good. The best was when the soap bar had been used a week or so and the corners rubbed off. Then she could use the it to wash inside, front and back, and that felt best of all. Grammie had seemed to shrink in the last few years as Barbie grew and now she was a head taller than her. She realised that Grammie was getting old. Barbie did most of the work round the farm now and Grammie was so stiff with arthritis she could barely hobble about. Grammie called Barbie aside for a serious talk soon after the harvest one autumn. "I'm not getting any younger" she said "and we gotta be thinkin' about what happens after I'm gone" "I want you to take this letter into town and post it and make sure you mind your manners and be a good girl." Barbie remembered walking to town with Grammie when she was little. She had had a sweet in the store. It was just about the best thing she could remember. She set out next day to walk down the mountain. She wore one of Grammies dresses. It didn't fit right on Barbie. It was so tight across the chest she had to leave it unbuttoned in front and when she pulled it over her hips it split up the side. She set out at dawn and it was after noon when she got to town. She was confused by the town. The store she remembered wasn't there but there were all sorts of others. She went into the first one she came to and put her letter on the counter. The man behind the counter smiled down at her. "What can I do for you miss?" He was staring at her dress. She felt ashamed at how she must look with all the buttons undone and tried to pull it closed. "Oh. Excuse me sir. I'm sorry 'bout this" she began. "Don't you worry there" he said coming round the counter "let me help." His hand cupped her buttock and he pulled her against him. She was surprised but pleased. She had been afraid that folks wouldn't like her but here the first man she met had come up to her straight away so friendly like. His hand on her bum felt good. She put her hand on his bum to pull him against her in imitation of his action. She looked up into his face. He had gone a funny shade of pink and he was staring down at her. He brought his free hand up and grabbed her breast and squeezed it. She felt an electric shock go through her. She pulled him tighter to her and she rubbed her breasts against his shirt, the rough fabric stimulating her nipples. "Not so tight " he gasped. She let go of him and he lay down on the floor gasping. "Oh I'm sorry. Did I hurt you. Are you all right." she said loosening his belt (She had read to do that in the farmers almanac - the only book she and Grammie had. She like to knew that book by heart having read it so much). He had got his breath back now and reached up and cupped her breast again, gently this time, and rubbed his finger over the nipple. There was that feeling again. She put her hand over his and made him squeeze her breast tight the way he had before, the way she liked it. She had that familiar little ache in her pussy too. She knelt astride him and pressed her pussy against his leg. He had one breast in each hand now and he pulled her down so he could lick the nipples She felt like she was going mad. She had never felt anything this good before. She humped her pussy wildly against his leg as she came and came. As she relaxed he put his hand up under her dress and onto her pussy. She shivered and twisted her hips to get his fingers inside where it feels best and reached out her hand to do the same for him. and found his penis where she was expecting a pussy. Grammie had never told her about penises. She was so surprised it even distracted her from his fingers in her cunny and she turned round to get a proper look. It reared up all pink with a red knob on the end. It was just like a soap bar only smaller. He still had his fingers up her pussy making her feel good. "Suck it" he said. All these new things were feeling so good she was willing to try anything so she did. She was thankful to find it didn't taste anything like soap. It was warm and smooth sort of like a sausage but with a strange flavour. She sucked on it real good. "Ow! No! Gently" He said. "Just lick it ." So she did. He was making a funny noise now, breathing hard and then, suddenly, white stuff came squirting out the end of his thing onto her face and her breasts. She had a taste and it was sort of salty. "Wow! What's that?" she giggled. She wanted to try more to see if that thing just looked like a soap bar but it was all soft and floppy now and the man had flopped back and even stopped diddling her cunt with his fingers. Fortunately help was at hand. The door opened and another man came in. "Mr Smith" said the newcomer "What happened? Are you all right?" "Mr Jones" groaned the man on the floor "You got to help me here". Barbie was already advancing on Mr Jones. She grabbed him and held him tight (but not too tight) rubbing her nipples side to side across his chest. She felt his penis stiffen inside his trousers and reached her hand into his trousers to let it out. She couldn't think how to get it into her pussy - Jones was a lot taller and he just standing there with his mouth open - eventually she just pushed him down on the ground and jumped on him, spearing herself on his cock. Jones lasted a lot longer than Smith but all he did was lie there. She had to squeeze her own tits and do all the bouncing up and down. It was worth it though as she had come four more times before Jones came. The guys were out of it now and she sat between them diddling herself. "Ain't she amazing" said Smith. "Why she could take on all the football team and she'd still be looking for more!" "Can I really?" she asked. "First let's try something else" said Smith "you get down on you hands and knees here" "Gosh, Mr. Smith," said Barbie "I've never had a man's... um, thingie, up _there_ before! I bet that'll be fun! You try that while Mr. Jones puts his yummy thing around to where I can suck on it! The football team will just have to wait!" 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