Message-ID: <45233asstr$1068419405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [pharris_online@hotmail.com] From: "Philip Harris" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Nov 2003 20:46:28.0293 (UTC) FILETIME=[8C591F50:01C3A702] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 09 Nov 2003 15:46:28 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Amy's Adolescence (f-solo) - Chapter 2. A Mother's Concern. Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 18:10:05 -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: dennyw, gill-bates _________________________________________________________________ Great deals on high-speed Internet access as low as $26.95. https://broadband.msn.com (Prices may vary by service area.) <1st attachment, "amys_adolescence_chap02.txt" begin> Amy's Adolescence (f-solo) By Philip Harris Chapter 2. A Mother's Concern. Over the next several weeks Amy masturbated often, as she usually did, but now she practiced climaxing as quietly as she could. It was very difficult for her because Amy found sexual ecstasy to be the greatest delight in her life, and the more noise she made when she climaxed the better her orgasms felt. She liked it best when she was alone in her home. Then she could scream as she neared climax, shouting "no, no, no!" as she pretended being raped, her favorite fantasy. Is this what it is like with a good lover, Amy wondered? A man who loved her would want to hear her moan. He wouldn't mind if he hurt her, because he would understand that being hurt during sex was part of Amy's fantasies of fulfillment. How nice it must feel to be slapped across the face during orgasm, she thought, to be told that she shouldn't cum until her man was ready, but now that she' started cumming she absolutely mustn't stop until her man was through. But those must be sick thoughts, Amy decided. Her boyfriends, well she'd only had two, had become alarmed by Amy's wild sexual cries and writhing. So all through the summer Amy practiced quiet climax. She learned to be ladylike--stony. It worked at getting Jeff to cum in her. He felt that their sex was delightful now. When he asked for sex Amy fondled and sucked his cock, and when he was ready she'd take off her pants and lay down, and then she'd lay perfectly still while he penetrated her and came inside her. A "thank-you" kiss on Amy's forehead signaled when he was done and they could both dress again and go see a movie. Amy was loved by Jeff, she had a boyfriend and provided him with sex, and that was all that was important, wasn't it? But Amy never came when Jeff fucked her. She didn't even dare get herself off afterward by quick fingering, because even with all her practice she hadn't learned to cum with her mouth closed. And now when Amy did cum on her own it took her a long, long time. When she had been noisy she would have three or four cums in the time it took her to have one quiet one. Growing to become a woman was harder than Amy expected. It was on Thanksgiving Day when Amy was caught by her mother. Jeff had left for the holiday on the night before, so he and Amy had good-bye sex, but by the time she'd gotten home Amy's aunt and uncle had arrived to visit for the holiday. Although she'd learned to be quiet in her room, Amy decided not to risk playing with herself while strangers, well relatives, where in the house. But by Thanksgiving Day Amy was keyed up with horniness from having gone without an orgasm the day before. She sneaked away from her family, went up to her bedroom and turned her radio on loudly. Quickly disrobing, and then opening her bedroom window for fresh air, Amy lay down on her bed, placing her nightgown beneath her to protect her sheets, as she always did. Oh god these quiet ones take a long, long time, she thought. The time it takes her these days was honestly affecting her homework, she said to herself. Amy's hips wanted to wriggle, but she kept them perfectly still. Her finger movements were slight. How she wished she could get rough with herself like she used to! She didn't want to wait--she wanted to cum now! "Gah, gah, gah," she said aloud finally, fearing that if held out much longer then her mother would notice her absence and come looking for her. She came, but it was a small climax; unsatisfying; imperceptible outside of her own feelings. God, what a way to spend Thanksgiving, she thought to herself. Suddenly Amy froze. Thinking of Thanksgiving made her listen for the holiday noises downstairs, and she realized that she could hear the downstairs sounds more clearly than she should have. She turned her head to her bedroom door, and to her horror Amy saw that her mother was standing in the doorway. "Oh, you poor girl," Amy's mother said, a reaction that took Amy completely by surprise. Amy was speechless as her mother entered the room and closed door, then crossed to Amy's bed as Amy sat up. Sitting beside her, Amy's mother hugged her by her shoulders and said, "You poor dear, you just can't have climax at all, can you?" -End of Chapter 2- <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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