Message-ID: <45773asstr$1071007803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: rlipsofacto@yahoo.com (ipsofacto) X-Original-Message-ID: <289bc1b9.0312091035.5b3f005b@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 18:35:38 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 9 Dec 2003 10:35:37 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Family Discovery pt. 1 (f-solo) Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 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: dennyw, newsman all of my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MontBlancs_Room/index.htm WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! Family Discovery part 1 MontBlanc This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2003. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Family Discovery part 1 (f-solo) It really began for her when she was about 14. Cynthia had her period and knew all about sex and all those things, but, she wasn't well, interested in any of it. She enjoyed playing her clarinet in band, liked hanging out with her friends, even kissed some boys. It was nice, but it wasn't arousing. She could take the kissing or leave it, it just didn't seem to do anything for her. At 14 though, things began developing around her. Her breasts which had been growing for two years, seemed to become hypersensitive, her nipples getting hard at the slightest things, like flirting between friends or a few minutes of a soap opera love scene. Now and again she watched her favorite soap, Destiny. It was an afternoon diversion which she had once or twice a week. It would also begin to make her blood pressure rise. She started paying attention to, noticing her crotch. She even stopped thinking of it as her crotch. It was her pussy, a word friends had used for wimp on occasions, but one which she liked better than cunt or snatch, words that sounded ugly to her somehow. And she started noticing when her parents would go to bed early, usually on a Friday or Saturday night. She had always just thought they were tired, old, worn out from a long work week. Now though, she thought she heard noises now and then, a bed spring squeak, a moan, a sigh, a wet noise. At first she thought she might be losing it, becoming oversexed. One morning she woke up from a dream. It wasn't overtly sexual. It was even sort of funny, though as soon as she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember much of it. Just that it involved going to a toy store with friends. They were all riding bikes and scooters down the aisles and laughing. They were all wearing costumes. It was surreal. But what troubled her the most is that her crotch was soaked. She had noticed her pussy, noticed how it would be damp after the latest episode of Destiny, she even knew why, but with a Coke and a candy bar she would forget it and move on. This, however, was different. Her pussy was not just wet, it was needy, swollen. She couldn't just get up and have a Coke. She was going to have to try to do something about it. She knew about masturbation, but she didn't need it before. She was determined to try it this morning. She reached her right hand down between her legs and just clutched it, her hand on her damp panties. She could smell how wet she was. It wasn't a bad smell, but it was noticable. She continued rubbing her hand across the outside of her pussy and it felt very good. Her middle finger pressed gently into the parting of her lips and she could feel how slick it was. She continued dragging that finger up and down making her panties wetter and wetter as she stroked. It felt very good. Her left hand, idle before, now joined her right in sliding her panties down off of her body, then slid up her stomach and started caressing her sensitive breasts. Good left hand. Good right hand. She was taking it slow, occasionally pausing as her hands explored her body, feeling as if it was the first time she had ever touched herself. This wasn't like taking a shower, clinical, purposeful. This was like being blind and suddenly being able to see. Her hands found new places, places that caused her body to respond all over. The underside of her breasts, the insides of her thighs. Cynthia didn't realize it, but she was steadily moaning now, as her hands explored her body. The sheets were off, she had taken her sleep shirt off and now she was naked on her bed, legs spread, knees bent, her right hand sliding around the outside of her dripping pussy. She moved her left hand down from her breasts, across her smooth young stomach to join her right hand at her pussy. Hey eyes were open and she looked down at herself as she continued playing. Her body was flushed, the skin pinkish in places from the feelings moving through her. The back of her neck was hot, damp with perspiration. Her mind was drifting, thinking about her soap opera friends and scenes she had seen in the past few weeks. She remembered how Steve, the handsome doctor had kissed his nurse, Sarah and how their clothes had come off so easily as they moved to the bedroom of his apartment. She wondered how it felt to be kissed like that. To feel another naked body against her own. It didn't take long once she started rubbing her clitoris. She caressed it gently with her thumb and index finger of her right hand. She rubbed her wet lips with the index finger of her left hand, and she moved both faster and faster as she became Sarah, receiving Steve's kisses and feeling his warmth as he made love to her. Then, just as she reached orgasm, she slid the index finger of her left hand deep inside her and with a load groan, came. She laid there for a while like that. She could feel her pussy twitching and when she moved her fingers on her clit, it made her jump like she had been tickled. 'What was that?' she asked herself, though she knew the answer. Fourteen may be old for a first orgasm, she wasn't sure, but it had definitely been worth the wait. She wondered if her friends did it. She wondered if her family did it. 'Why,' she wondered 'doesn't everybody do it, all the time?' She drifted back to sleep. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+