Author: Bookworm Bob Title: Joanna and the Bookstore (Ch.2) Part: Chapter 2 - Joanna: Home at Last Summary: Young Joanna returns home with a head full of new feelings after exploring an adult bookstore and getting caught! Keywords: f(11), solo This series of stories is a work of fan fiction based on the original story "Joanna at the Adult Bookstore" by Janus (/~Janus/). If you like this, please go back and read the story that inspired me, and check out some of Janus' other work I'm sure you will enjoy as well. All characters in this story are fictitious, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. It is work of fiction or fantasy, and is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age as defined by your government or locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual oriented acts with adults. Joanna: Home at Last Written by Bookworm Bob © Giving herself a final check, Joanna sneaks quietly into her house. She chooses to enter though the front door as it was closest to the stairs up to her bedroom, and furthest away from the kitchen where he mother would surely be cooking dinner by now. She closes the front door quietly behind her and begins to creep up the stairs when the loose step (how could she have FORGOTTEN???) let out a creak letting her mom know she's home. "Joanna? Is that you?" "Yeah, Mom. I'm home..." "Where have you been? I was starting to worry," called her mom from the kitchen. Thinking quickly, Joanna replied, "Sorry, mom. I was walking home and got caught in the rain. I... I'm going to get outta my wet clothes right now. I'll be right back down." "OK, hun... We'll talk more when you get back down here." Once safe in her room, Joanna throws her backpack on her bed, takes off her wet shoes then quickly removes the semen-covered t-shirt. "I can't let mom find my shirt looking like THIS when she does my laundry!" she thinks. She rushes it to her bathroom and rinses it out in her sink. After a quick inspection, she decides she has gotten all the tell-tale signs of her earlier adventure out of the shirt and hangs it up to dry a little. "Well, my shirt is OK... Now for the rest of me," feeling her now-scrunchy hair. Joanna strips out of her damp skirt and even damper panties. "Wow! I can't have mom find these like this, either," and rinses out her wet cotton undies under some warm water. "Much better..." she says to herself. Feeling a little more relaxed, Joanna starts a nice, warm shower and climbs in. As the water filters down through her hair, she can taste some of the saltiness from the rehydrated cum as it passes over her lips causing her to shudder and bringing back the memories of that afternoon. In her mind's eye, she sees the images of the penises surrounding her. She sees the men circling her and stroking there cocks. She sees and swears that she can feel those cocks erupting and covering her face and hair with warm semen. And finally she pictures herself swallowing the load of cum the older man had shot directly into her mouth. All of this makes her head start to swim, her nipples harden, and her young pussy tingle. With her eyes closed and focusing on those images, her hand slowly brushes across her left breast on its way down to that place between her legs... "Joanna, are you OK?" her mom yells up to her. Suddenly aware of how long she had been upstairs, she snaps her eyes open and replies, "Yeah, um, I'm fine. I'll be right down..." Joanna quickly finishes washing her hair and face, making sure she washes well behind her ears. She gets out of the warm shower and dries off, paying particular attention to her developing breasts and hairless vagina. While not as nice as how she was feeling in the shower, she still enjoyed the sensations... Joanna paddles back to her bedroom and slips on a comfortable pair of pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt, then heads downstairs. "So you were saying, young lady?" her mother inquires. "Sorry, Mom... We got out of the pool when Mary Ann's grandma told us rain was staring to move in. When I left, I thought I still had time to beat it home. I only got a few blocks from Mary Ann's grandma's house when it started pouring down rain. I ran into a bus stop and was going to wait it out..." "Yes, go on," Joanna's mother says, making a circling gesture with her right hand. "When it didn't stop for while, I figured I was just going to have to get wet... So I started walking again. Just my luck, it stopped raining about a block from here. I got home, went upstairs, got out of my wet clothes, and jumped in a quick shower to get warmed up." "Well next time, ask for a ride. And those clothes had better be hung up to dry and not just laying a pile up there." "They are, mom." Whew! Once her dad got home, they all settled down for a nice dinner. Joanna had to recount her story to her father over dinner, to which he replied that a little rainwater never hurt anyone. After dinner, Joanna helped to clear the table and do the dishes with her mom. "Have you got homework tonight, Joanna?" her dad asks. "Yeah. A little. I was just heading up to work on it after I finish helping mom," Joanna replied. "Ok, good job, hun" her dad says with a smile and some pride. What a good girl they have raised. With the chores out of the way, Joanna returns to her room to start on her homework. Opening her book bag, the first thing to catch her eye is the copy of the adult magazine she had grabbed from the bookstore. Once she picks it out of her bag, any and all thoughts of homework fly right out of her head, and the tingles in her crotch start up again. Joanna goes to her door and quietly locks it to make sure she has a little privacy. Returning to her bed, she lies down and opens the magazine, by chance or by fate, back to the page with the woman, holding two penises, with cum on her face and in her hair. She stares hard at the photo, knowing that this is how she must have looked, surrounded by penises, and covered in cum. The thought makes the tingles in her pussy turn to throbs. She closed her eyes and could almost FEEL the warm liquid hitting her cheeks and landing in her hair. And what WAS that saddle-thing she had been sitting on? It felt SO good when they turned it on... Almost unaware she was doing it, her right hand slips under the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms. Having not put on any underwear after her shower, she immediately feels the warm, wet folds of her pussy. Joanna sighs... She lets her middle finger slide slowly down in between the lips of her pussy until she gets to the hole at the bottom. "Wow! My trickle's really wet and slippery again. Why does this keep happening?" she thinks. Just as slowly, but much more deliberately, she drags her now-slick finger back up her crack until she reaches the hard little nub at the top. The contact of her wet, slippery finger with her hard, pulsing little clit makes her jump. Now she understands what the masturbating woman in the porno flick she watched in the video booth was doing. And most importantly, WHY! Joanna opens her eyes and looks once more at the magazine on the bed next to her. Turning the page reveals another image that makes her heart skip a beat with excitement. It's the same woman from the previous page, cum dripping from her face and coating her large breasts. She has her mouth open and a small puddle of white liquid is on her tongue. And what sends Joanna into orbit is the single thread of cum from the purple head of one of the penises to the tip of her tongue. "Oh my GOD!" she thinks as her finger begins rubbing deliberately at her clit. "Is that what I looked like to those guys!?!" Joanna closes her eyes again, concentrating on the mental image of her with mouthful of cum and the men standing around her with their cocks in their hands. She remembers the older man's warm semen shooting into her mouth, and feeling it on her tongue. She thinks about the texture and the taste, and then the naughtiness of it all. Her clit feels harder and hotter now. It pounds with each heartbeat. She gives her little nub a seconds rest to dip her finger lower back into her virgin hole, drawing more of her slick wetness back up to the top of her crack. With her finger and clit slippery with her juices, she begins rubbing harder and faster as the fantasy images race through her head. Subconsciously her left hand creeps under the hem of her shirt and begins to caress her right breast. This intensifies the feelings she's generating in her pussy. She pulls at her nipple, lightly at first. Learning what feels good to her, she starts to squeeze harder, pinching at her little nipple, then moving to the other breast doing the same, all the while keeping up the constant manipulation of her clit. Joanna's imagination is running away with her now. "If I hadn't left, what would they have wanted to do to me? What would they have wanted ME to do to THEM?" she wondered. "Would they have forced me to jerk their penises for them? Jerk their COCKS?" Using the word COCK, not part of her normal vocabulary, reinforces the dirty feelings running through her body. "Would I have had to suck their COCKS?" remembering the video she had seen in the small booth. The thought of this, her lips wrapped around the head of one of those COCKS, as it pumped its load into her mouth, pushes Joanna over the edge. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Only the second one of her young life, she still didn't know what to expect. The fingers of her right hand dance over her pulsing clit as her pussy gushes. Her other hand is busy clamping down hard on her nipple. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh Gawwwwdddd..." she cries as wave after orgasmic wave pounds her preteen body. Gradually her orgasm begins to subside. Joanna's convulsions slow and eventually stop, along with her digital manipulation of her pussy and tits. And slowly, Joanna drifts off into an exhausted sleep... After being asleep for what felt like an hour, but was actually only a few minutes, Joanna eventually comes to. She pulls herself up to a sitting position on her bed and takes a couple of deep breaths to clear her head. "Wow! That was INCREDIBLE!" she thinks. But incredible doesn't even come close to describing what she had just felt. Her pussy is still tingling and pulsing, and she's aware of wetness that's soaking her pajama bottoms. "Wow... I gotta get cleaned up before mom or dad finds me like this..." Slipping out of her bottoms, Joanna puts on a clean pair of panties and hides her PJs at the bottom of her laundry basket. "Looks like I will be doing my own laundry this weekend," she says to herself. Totally spent and with her young mind temporarily turned to mush, Joanna calls down to her parents to tell them that she's crashing out, good night, and that she loves them. "OK, honey. Sleep tight... Don't forget, your mom and I have to go down into the city tomorrow morning and will probably be gone most of the day." "Alright, dad. Could you leave me a few dollars? Maybe Mary Ann and I will go to the mall or to a movie or something." "Sure thing, hun. Have fun while we're gone." Joanna returns to bed and falls off to sleep almost right away. Her last thought before drifting off is simply, "WOW". The next morning, Joanna wakes up totally refreshed. Everything seemed brighter and more alive. She glances over at her alarm clock. 9:45 on Saturday morning. Mom and dad would already be gone, and she has the house all to herself. But this morning was different. She felt more, what, adult? Heck, since it's just her, she doesn't bother getting dressed quite yet. She gets out of bed and prances towards the door in just her t-shirt and undies. A slight scent catches her attention and makes her think of last night. It smells kind of musky, but not that unpleasant to her. Once she gets downstairs, she fixes herself a little breakfast and settles down in front of the television for a little while. But no matter what she tries to focus on, everything seems to take her back to her new found sexuality. Even watching the Saturday morning cartoons, she finds her hand beginning to lazily rub her pussy through her panties. Eventually the boredom of the morning overtakes her, and she starts to rub her pussy more and more deliberately, giving her body that feeling she is beginning to crave more regularly now. Abandoning the TV and her breakfast, she runs back up to her room, lifts her mattress, and pulls out her new favorite magazine. Being alone and feeling naught and sexy, Joanna pulls off her t-shirt and slips out of her not-quite-wet-yet panties, taking a moment to admire her own body in the mirror. She lies back down in her bed and picks the magazine back up. This time she flips it open to a pictorial of a young woman with a clean shaven pussy and perky little breasts. The woman's holding the folds of her pussy open with one hand while the other is stroking the bump at the top of her slit, and Joanna thinks the woman really looks like she's enjoying herself. The next page shows the woman on her knees with her head down on a pillow, presenting her ass and bald pussy to the camera. From between her legs, Joanna can see the woman's hand still diddling her shinny pussy hole. Wanting to be just like the model, Joanna turns over and gets up on her hands and knees. Comfortable in the new position, she starts rubbing herself again. But when she glances back at the magazine, something catches her eye... She sees HERSELF in her mirror! "God, I look SO NAUGHTY! So DIRTY!" she thinks as the feelings in her virgin pussy intensify. She adjusts her position to more closely match that of the model in the magazine. She watches her own fingers slip back and forth through her young pussy lips as she admires her own ass. "Oh, yeah! Look at the little slut!" she said out loud. "Look at my cunny! Look at my cunt!" More words the "good girl" Joanna never used, but that seem perfectly natural and appropriate at this very moment. Using those words give her power, and that power goes right to her pussy. In the mirror she could see the shiny wetness she's producing as it coats the whole area of her young crotch. "My CUNT is so wet!" concentrating on the word "cunt" and watching as her lubrication covers her fingers and starts to dribble down the inside of her leg. But as much as she LOVES the feelings she's giving herself at that moment, her inexperience with masturbation shows through and almost without warning she is cumming! Wave after wave of pleasure slams her body. She pumps her hips up and down as each pleasurable pulse grips her body, moaning into her pillow. Her pussy is full control of her now! With her finger stroking her clit and her other hand tweaking her hard nipples, she cums for what feels like an eternity! Slowly Joanna is able to focus through her orgasmic haze, again looking back into the mirror. Seeing her crotch looking so shiny, puffy, and glowing bright red from the cum she just gave herself rekindles the flame in her pussy. Her soaked fingers started rubbing her clit again. She can't stop herself! And in the mirror she swears that she could see her pussy lips opening and closing with each aftershock her stroking was causing. Visions from her magazine and from the videos she had seen in the booth rocket through her mind. She sees images of women on their hands and knees with cocks in their mouths and pounding their pussies. Then instead of the models, she imagines herself in those scenes. She abandons her little tits and starts sucking on her fingers, pretending she is filling her mouth with a hard dick! Meanwhile the hand stroking her pussy slides back and teases the entrance to her virgin snatch. This fulfills the fantasy exploding in her mind! She gently closes her eyes, put her face back into the pillow, and creams herself one more time! Finally the waves slow, then eventually stop. She falls forward onto her pillow, completely spent. Her orgasm leaves her drained and the young girl dozes off, all the while keeping her right hand tucked firmly between her legs. Continued in Chapter 3 If you would like to leave the author any feedback, compliments, or just want to drop a note on how much you enjoy the story so far, please email him at bookwormbob@sigaint.org