From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:22:11 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MARISSA Chapter 1 plus intro(College teen f/mast) From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 22:22:11 GMT -------- I don't know about you, but I like an introduction. I always wonder where the author got the original idea. Following is the original text of a post I saw in the A.S.S. newsgroup. I was interested. Hey, it was an interesting post. I edited out Mari's last name, email address, etc., but the post itself is unedited. Even the few typos suggested to me a person in a hurry. At work? At college? From: "Marissa _________" (Reply-To: MD904......(ALL EDITING MINE) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: someone write me a story Date: Sat, 3 Feb 15:02:34 -0600 Organization: Network Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Message-ID: <199602........MD904........... Hmmm is houldnt be on this group at all, but i just cant resist. No one seems to be writing the type of stories i want to read (but i guess most are for males). Is there anyone out there, an one of you great writers who can write me a story? Then you can email it to me because i'm not usually on this group (no time). I'll describe the type of story i'd like. please dont make fun of it because i'm sorry but this is what really turns me on. Its kind of based on real life too! A girl (you can use my name) enjoys masturbating but she is worried that she does it too much so she is going to try to wait a long period of time (say two weeks) without touching herself at all. She has a high sex drive though so she encounters all kinds of difficulty in situations (the tub, in bed, etc) as she tries desperately to resist temptation and make it the whole two weeks... You could have it end any way you want hehehe what do you guys think P.S. it doesnt have to be super-graphic, most girls arent into that. P.P.S. arent there any women out there writing? i cant write, or i'd try to write the story. the best story emailed to me will get the author an "EMAIL KISS" and i'll be his pen pal :) thank you! bye!! -Mari Now, how many posts like that do you see in the average week? Yeah, me too. I just couldn't pass this one up. BTW the characters in the story are based pretty much on compulations of real-life people I've known. But, as they say, that's another story. Here's _Marissa_, Chapter 1. WARNING- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON'T READ IT. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY KIND. Marissa Chapter 1 Marissa marched into the shower room and headed straight for the first empty stall, nodding a quick "hello" to a guy she knew from the dorm. The co-ed shower was conveniently located down the hall from her room on the second floor of the freshman dorm. A twenty second walk. Marissa psyched herself as she walked. Joan of Arc, on her way to the stake. She briefly wondered if Joan had had the habit. She shook it off. Marissa had promised herself that she wouldn't masturbate in the shower, no matter what. But the promise was made after an orgasm, when she was at peace. And now her sexual hunger was fierce. Taking off her robe, Marissa quickly stepped inside the shower stall. She adjusted the water. "If I make this fast, I'll be all right." With businesslike determination, she began to soap her arms, then under her arms, then her stomach, purposely avoiding her breasts. Down the right leg, around to her right cheek, across the small of her back and down the crack to her anus. She washed it quickly, and got out of there. Almost done and doing fine. "This is a snap," she thought, "nothing to it." Removing all thought from her mind, she began to soap her breasts. After six days without an orgasm, the nipple sensitivity was excruciating. "Just soap them once, you don't work in a coal mine." Rinse. Rinse. "O.K. here we go...I'm under control..I'm just so strong." She pushed the dispenser, and liquid soap squirted into her right palm. Thinking, she transferred it to her left; the one she didn't masturbate with. Taking a breath, Marissa began soaping her rich, dark, pubic hair, conciously avoiding her clitoris. Then, reaching underneath, she washed both lips. They responded as usual, thickening under her touch. She could feel herself opening slightly. "Just makes the job easier," she thought, "I'm doing fine." Her middle finger washed between the lips. She soaped away the slippery wetness. It was replaced by more. Her sexual excitement was building and the reptile that lived in the base of her brain was massaging her pleasure center and whispering to her, telling her how much better she'll feel after her orgasm. Enough! Now the part she was dreading. Bending her pelvis up to give herself better access, Marissa parted the lips, exposing her clitoris. "Please God, give me the strength." In one quick motion, she skinned it back, exposing the glans, and then, bracing herself, she let the water hit it. It was almost more than she could bear, and she was overcome with the urge to give in. "Just a few more seconds, I can last," she thought, as she quickly washed it. Turning away from the water, she gratefully released the hood. She'd made it. Looking down, she could see the crimson tip, swollen and pulsating, still protruding from under the hood. Slowly, as she watched, it returned to its hiding place. Returning to her room, Mari dressed quickly in shorts and a tee-shirt, and decided to go up top. There were chairs and chaise lounges scattered over the dorm's flat roof, and it was a great place for studying. Being at college on a scholarship, she took her studies seriously. Selecting a chaise in the shade, next to the little house that hid the air conditioning system, Marissa began studying, methodically preparing for her next class. After she was certain she had the material down cold, she put the book aside. Stretching out in the chaise lounge, Marissa thought about how lucky she was. Her excellent grades earned her a scholarship to a prestigious Big Ten school, and she loved college life. Her serious study habits made her a success academically, and her outgoing personality ensured that she was well liked by her friends. At eighteen, with her radiant smile and flashing dark eyes, Marissa was still a virgin. But it wasn't for lack of male attention. She was five-foot seven, and walked with an unstudied sensuality that had fueled the fantasies of half the guys on campus. And she was well aware of the stir she caused in the co-ed shower. The atmosphere of relaxed nudity maintained in the shower room was a powerful drug for Marissa. She'd take off her robe and allow one of the guys to engage her in conversation. Inevitably, they'd be joined by others, some talking, but most just standing there looking, secure in the protection of the crowd. She'd watch them struggling to appear nonchalant, trying to control their obvious excitement, talking rubbish as glistening drops of pre-cum formed on the heads of their flaccid dicks. The thought that her naked body was having such a profound effect on them would get her so hot that she couldn't wait to get herself off. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she'd step into the stall and take her shower, letting her soapy hands excite her further. She would have preferred to masturbate right there in the shower stall, but she was afraid someone would open the curtain, and she'd be caught. So, using the anticipation of the pleasure she was shortly to give herself, Marissa would hold off. By the time she got back to her dorm room, Marissa would be desperate. Never knowing when her roommate would appear, she'd run into the bathroom, carefully lock the door, rip off her robe, and masturbate furiously, thinking of how the boys who had seen her naked body, her buck-naked body, were masturbating themselves right then, unable to control themselves, she had gotten them so hot. It was actually a variation on this same scenario, only hotter...much hotter, that had resulted in Marissa's last orgasm, six days before. Like a moth flying around a flame, instinctively sensing the danger of its activity, but somehow unable to resist, Marissa, laying innocently in the chaise lounge, closed her eyes and allowed herself to remember... End of Chapter 1. From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:24:48 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MARISSA Chapter 2(teen/f/m,shower mast) From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Date: Thu, 04 Sep 1997 22:24:48 GMT -------- MARISSA Chapter 2 When Marissa entered the shower room six days ago, she thought she was alone. Removing her robe, she was about to step into the shower when she heard the curtain being pulled open on the stall next to hers. It was Bob, the pathetically shy boy from her psych class. Although outgoing on the surface, Marissa was still a little shy around guys. But not with Bob. His obvious shyness bolstered her own confidence. "Hi, Bob," she said, smiling at him, "how goes it?" Because of the relaxed attitude about nudity in the shower room, and because they were alone, Marissa didn't bother to cover herself. "Hi Mari," was the best he could manage. She sensed his nervousness, his inner excitement. As they continued their stilted conversation, Bob couldn't keep himself from glancing repeatedly at Mari's body. The realization that this friend he knew so well from class, this bright, innocent girl who excited him so--whom he would pass quickly in the hall, bringing his face close to her hair, just to get a whiff of her-- whom he fantasized about constantly, was standing naked before him, her breasts only mere inches from his chest, proved too much for him. Without warning, the reptile that lived in the base of his brain, that nameless thing that cared only about its own satisfaction, woke up. Slowly it crawled into his cerebellum, where it scratched around a little, causing his breathing to quicken and his heart to race. Then, mercilessly, it found his pleasure center, and began to slowly massage it, sending a tingle all the way back down his spinal cord, causing his scrotum to tighten. As the tingle spread through his buttocks, he glanced down and saw, with horror, that his dick had begun to swell up, doing a little dance as it did. None of this was lost on Marissa, whose own little reptile had awakened. It was as though Bob's growing excitement was flowing from the tip of his penis directly between her legs. "I'm beginning to work on my paper," she offered as casually as she could, hoping he didn't detect the hoarse excitement in her voice. "Yeah, well, me too. I'm kinda...," Bob was mortified. His erection was now past the halfway point, and, he realized, past the point of no return. If he kept up this ridiculous line of conversation, she'd think he was a fool, or worse, insane. As his penis reached its full size and rigidity, the blue-veined shaft thick and throbing, the pulsating purple head pointing directly at the light fixture above them, Bob covered himself with his towel. Looking her straight in the eyes, he said, "I'm sorry, Mari. I didn't mean...I mean I tried to keep it down, it's just that you're so beautiful...please...please don't be mad...I just can't control it." "It's OK Bob," she whispered. She glanced down. His towel looked like a hastily erected scout tent. "I'll take it as a compliment. Still friends?" "You bet. Now let me get out of here before someone comes in." He paused a few feet from her and stopped. Turning his head, he said with difficulty, "Maybe we could work on our papers together...you know, exchange ideas..." "I'd like that. Now I really have to take my shower." Marissa stepped into the stall, closing the curtain. As she washed, her right hand repeatedly rubbed between her legs, teasing her clitoris, in stages, into a state of frenzy. Then, checking to make sure nobody was around, she turned toward the back of the stall, bending her knees in an approximation of a suma wrestler's stance, and began to masturbate, rubbing the right side of her clitoris with the first two fingers of her right hand. Marissa tried to stop herself. It was too dangerous; she could get caught. And she hated giving in to the habit. With great effort, she managed to slow down. Then she stopped. But that reptilian thing that fed off her excitement would have none of it. Now fully awake, and moving, it knew exactly what to do. Reaching that sweet part of her brain, that part that seemed to be directly connected to her clitoris, it began massaging, teasing, telling her it was all right to do it just this time. Marissa's urge to masturbate became overpowering. She knew she couldn't stop herself. With a sigh of resignation, her right hand went back between her legs. Her fingers expertly located her clitoris, and she began rubbing it again, this time knowing exactly where she was going. Looking over her right shoulder to make sure the curtain was still closed, she continued on, faster and faster, rubbing and rubbing. Dipping her middle finger into her vagina up to the first knuckle, she flicked it between the lips, driving herself into another world, a place where the only reality was the relief she was methodically bringing herself to. In her new place, she saw with razor-sharp clarity how Bob, excited beyond reason by her naked body, was doing the exact same thing in his room, standing precisely in the same position, the glistening head of his penis blinking on and off like a purple beacon as his fist pumped wildly up and down. Back to her clitoris, rubbing and rubbing, now on the side, now on the tip, now back to the side, her practiced fingers knowing just what to do, she began to feel herself getting close. "This is going to be a big come," was all she could think. When she started getting the feeling, she could barely keep her balance. She splayed her feet, pushed her pelvis out, and bent her knees still further. As the brain-burning, pre-contraction ecstasy hit her clitoris, she shut her eyes tight, bit her bottom lip and slowed her stroking, hoping to make the best feeling in the world last as long as possible. Too soon, the first contraction hit. Marissa then went back to stroking the right side of her clit at three strokes per second. That, she had found, produced the strongest orgasms. "Ohh...ohh...ohh...," she moaned, over and over, through ten gut-wrenching contractions. Her long, final grunt brought her back to reality. "God, what a come," was all she could think. When she got back to her room, she was disgusted with herself. "Why do I always give in?" she though. She'd been a compulsive masturbator since she was thirteen, and she'd been trying to quit ever since. She'd tell herself she'd never do it again, but by the second day she'd be back at it, promising herself that this would definitely be the last time. She knew that just about all of her girfriends back home did it, but they all seemed to have it under control. Most of them said they did it about once a week, or less. She told them the same thing, "Yeah, me too, maybe once a week," but she knew that wasn't the truth. The real truth was, she had to do it just about every day. Sometimes twice. She just couldn't stop herself, no matter how hard she tried. The longest she had ever been able to last was five days, during a trip to Florida for honor students, sponsored by the Optimist Club. "Well, this time is going to be different," she said to herself as she sat on her bed. It was a blow to her ego, that she could do just about anything she put her mind to, except stop masturbating. "I make myself this promise," she said to herself solemnly. "I will not masturbate for a two week period, starting now." She was full of post-orgasmic resolve. The next day went well. Sure, she got that familiar urge once or twice, but she made it through fine. The second day was harder, but concentrating on her studies, she managed to resist. Today, however, laying here in the sun, she had made a costly error. "Why did I let myself think of Bob in the shower?" she thought. Hoping that naming the cause would somehow lessen its influence, she let it out. "I thought about it because I'm so horny." "Are you coming to class, Mari?" It was her roommate, Vicki, yelling from the roof's doorway. Getting up from the chaise lounge, Marissa wondered how she would make it through the day. End of Chapter 2 From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:12:54 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: MARISSA Chapter 3 (Teen f, sexual discovery, mast) From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:12:54 GMT -------- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DON'T READ IT. MARISSA Chapter 3 As Marissa and Vicky entered psych class, Bob, "Shower Bob", now to Mari, was just taking his usual seat, as far back as possible in the lecture hall. "Hi Bob." She said, deciding to take the seat next to him. Bob grunted a reply, and looked at his book, suddenly realizing that he needed to read. Mari leaned over. "Hey Bob, she said, "who has bigger balls, firemen or policemen?" Bob's head shot up, a look of disbelief on his face. "Whoever sells the most tickets!" She delivered the line, laughing, and Bob, realizing it was a joke, started laughing too. The ice was broken. "My brother Todd told me that joke last year. "He's really smart, and loves to tell jokes." Bob, now completely relaxed, said, "He sounds nice. You must really like him." "Right on both counts. He's a great young guy, and I do like him alot. He's one of the nicest guys I know." Marissa scooted down in her seat. "Boy, do I like him," Marissa thought, as the lecture began. As the professor began droning on and on, in his hypnotic monotone, Marissa began to loose interest. She closed her eyes, and as the lecturer's voice beat a soft, lazy tattoo in her ear, she began to think back to a time not that long ago, when the world was new. Marissa had always been interested in sex. When she was eleven,(going on twelve was the way she thought of herself), she would help her mother give Todd, her ten year old brother, a bath. Todd was big for his age, tall and well proportioned, and as smart as they came. He shared his sister's dark good looks. The two kids got along great. "You both took after your father's side of the family," their mother would tell them. Their father was a hot blooded European of questionable pedigree. "Half gypsy and half jackel," was the way Marissa heard her mother once describe him. He went out for a quart of milk four years ago, and no one had seen him since. Although Mari wouldn't admit it to a living soul, she found that she got a crazy thrill when she helped bathe her brother. It kind of worried her, and she couldn't quite get a grip on the emotion. A guilty little pleasure that she couldn't quite nail down. "I'm not doing anything wrong," she would reason, "just helping mom." "Yeah, right. Just helping mom and looking at his thing," she'd admit to herself. Mari knew it wasn't nice to want to look at such things. But the truth was, his little thing fascinated her. Well, it just did. For Marissa, life in general was fun. The kids at school liked her. She was tall and pretty and could play basketball and softball as well as the boys. And why not? She was actually bigger than most of the boys in her class, having started her growth-spurt early. And aided by the infusion of some particularily oily hormones from her father, her body launched itself into a somewhat early puberty. She actually started growing hair shortly after her eleventh birthday, and sometimes she wondered if the other girls in her class were getting hair too. Some of the other girls were mature-looking to her, and she thought they might, but she wasn't about to ask. She actually had mixed feelings about the hair. Sometimes she wished it had never started growing, but other times, like when she took a bath, she really thought it was neat. She'd part it and spike it and then muss it up. Hey, it was her hair. It had started out as a few straight tendrils growing where the two lips met at the top. Then, in a matter of months, the hair thickened and curled, growing up and spreading sidewards. By the time Marissa was done with the sixth grade, she had a curly triangle. "My own personal jungle," she thought as she played with the hair in the tub one evening. Her period had started a few months back and her mom had told her "what she needed to know". But, being conservative sexually and a bit old-fashioned, she didn't discuss the things that Mari really wanted answers for. As Marissa matured over the next several months, she noticed that her body was not only looking different, but wow, it started feeling different too. Real different. She'd soap up her breasts, which were changing from flat and hard to soft and round, and notice how tender the nipples had become. Running her fingers over the puffy nipples gave her a wild sensation. It also became apparent to Marissa that there was more growing between her legs than just hair. The lips were getting bigger and were starting to hang down. Cancer? And the little knob on the top was growing, too. Whether deformity, disease or natural phenomenon, all she knew for sure was that it sure felt great when she soaped it up. And Jeez, did she like to soap it; Marissa was sure she had the cleanest vagina in the sixth grade. Being as smart as she was, Mari wanted some real answers to her questions. Specific answers. She thought about asking her mother--for about two seconds. Her mother was a fine woman, but sex wasn't her long suit. That little birds-and-bees talk a few months back almost killed her. Marissa had to laugh when she thought about asking her to explain the female anatomy in detail. But she needed answers. The library seemed like a good place to start. But, being a small town library, it wasn't well stocked with the kind of information Mari wanted. The sparse information she found did more to confuse than enlighten. She did find out that the little knob was called a clitoris, and was related, in some arcane way, to the penis. But exactly how, was a mystery to her. It sure didn't look at all like her brother's. And how big was it supposed to get? Her's had been growing alot lately, and she noticed a big difference in its sensitivity over the last few months. Her vagina, (that word she had know forever, even her mother used it) always felt good when she washed it. But now it felt so sensitive, the sensations she got when she touched it frightened and delighted her. The situation hadn't improved much by the time Marissa entered the seventh grade. Her body was maturing quickly, and her questions were being answered slowly. And every day at school, newer, stranger and more exciting concepts were eagerly imparted on her by her girlfriends. Mari had lots of friends at school, and she soon realized that she wasn't the only one going through the ravages of puberty. The girls were constantly talking about sex, giggling quietly in little groups, imparting great quantities of forbidden wisdom on anyone who wanted to listen. Marissa really couldn't be sure, but her intuition told her that the girls who told the stories got even more excited than the girls who were listening. She would watch their faces, their eyes wide and shiny, while they related their sexually explicit tales. Then she would see how, after the telling, they looked at each of the other girls, looking at their faces. Trying to gauge the effect that the story had on them. At first, Marissa thought this was great. "Wow, these girls know everything!" She would have all her answers in no time. However, being as good as some, and better than most at separating fact from fallacy, she soon realized that the consumate knowledge that her girlfriends seemed to possess was nothing more than misinformation passed down from generation to generation, in the finest old traditions of a sexually ignorant society. But she did learn the meanings of some often heard, but previously undefined words, some of which she used herself, even when she didn't have an inkling of what the meant. Like horny. The girls in school were always talking about being horny. "I'm as horny as a toad," she'd hear them say. "God, that story got me horny!" Marissa was too ashamed to let on that she really didn't know what it meant. It was finally explained to her by Sue, the one girl who's opinion she respected, when she got up the nerve to ask. "Sue, can I ask you something," Marissa started the conversation on the way home from junior high one day. Sue seemed to be a bottomless vessel of sexual information. Her father taught psychology at the junior college, and Sue would sneek into his study, devouring the sexually oriented books, when he wasn't home. She also did other things, with the door locked in her bedroom. She'd die if anybody found out. Physically, she was much more mature than Marissa, as well. She was fourteen, with a shiny forehead and an ongoing, minor case of acne. As one pimple was defeated, another bloomed. Other than that, she was quite attractive, as fourteen year olds go. She favored jeans and tee shirts, and she reminded Mari of the older sister on "Three's Company." Sue was also totally obsessed with sex, and Marissa liked that just fine. "Ask away, Mar," she said, you know the rules. The two girls made a pact, never to reveal to anyone, even if threatened with death, their secret conversations. But, you had to say "secret conversation" first. "Secret conversation. What does 'horny' mean?" Mari checked for a reaction. Not seeing any, she continued, "I'm serious. I hear it all the time, you know, 'I'm horny', 'I'll bet he's horny,' I've said it myself. But I really don't know what it means." She waited. Sue checked to see if Marissa was serious. Satisfied that she was, she slowly formulated her answer. "Mari, horny is like when...like when you...like when you're thinking about sex, and you get real hot, and then you get that full weird feeling up and down your body and down your legs, and, like you gotta get relief, and, you know...you have to get yourself off." Sue looked down at her shoes. Then she said, "Remember, secret conversation." "OK, yeah, I think I got it." Well, she got most of it, and most was better than none. At last, the wonderful lousy feeling had a name. Horny. "If the other girls are as horny as toads, then I'm as horny as a bullfrog," Marissa thought. Verbalizing the thought mentally seemed to help a little. She'd come home from school and start thinking of some guy at school, or replay one of Sue's sexually charged lectures, and feel the hunger. Then she'd look around to make sure nobody could see. "One good squeeze," she'd think, and squeeze for five or ten seconds. And some of the pressure would be relieved. The reptillian part of her brain would feel the squeeze and get frightened, retreating back down to the base of her brain where it lived. It was small and young, too. But it was growing, and getting smarter. And getting much more stubborn. She would think about one of the boys in her seventh grade class and press against the corner of the kitchen table. Perpetual horniness. Was it fatal? Maybe this was just what happened during puberty. Some strange, temporary condition that would correct itself as she matured. Marissa was sure of one thing. Adults, she reasoned, couldn't possibly feel like this; given enough time, it would certainly cause madness. During this period, Marissa's bath time took on new meaning. She was half-way through the seventh grade, and one of the most sexually mature girls in her class. She looked like an eighth grader. The reward was admiring glances from the boys, but the price, of course, was a fierce sexual hunger. Her discovery was a natural progression from her squeezing and pressing, aided by an article she read in one of her mother's magazines. The subject, innocently enough, was female hygene. What caught her eye was the section on the clitoris. Sometimes, Marissa worried about the size of her clitoris. It started growing when she hit puberty. When she wasn't feeling sexy, it was no big deal. It was completely hidden under the hood, and that was that. What she thought might be a problem was what happened when she felt horny. When she gave it a squeeze, or rubbed against something, it got really big and hard. Like the size of her pinky down to the first joint. Lots of times when this happened at home, she would go into the bathroom and look. Parting the lips, she would see the red tip sticking out from under its hood. "Just one naked squeeze", she would say to herself, and she would grasp her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze it. The rush was amazing. She'd feel it down her back and through her rear end. Then she would gently pull the hood down over the tip as best she could and wait until it got soft enough for her to pull up her panties without giving it any extra stimulation. In the article, the author advised that, during bathing, the clitoral hood be retracted all the way back, exposing the glans for cleaning. "Cleansing the base of the clitoris," wrote the author, a noted female gynecologist, "can prevent irritation and infection." That night, while she bathed, Marissa remembered the article. First, she thoroughly washed her vagina with her soapy right hand while she lifted herself partially out of the water, supporting herself with her left. The washing had the usual effect; her clitoris came to life. "Now let's see what's under here," she thought, as she pulled the hood back, exposing the glans. Before reading the article, Marissa hadn't realized that the skin could be safely pulled back all the way, and, since this was the first time, she had a little difficulty getting the hood to clear the rim of the glans. With a little tug, it slid over, leaving the entire glans exposed. She bent over a little to get a better look. "Unreal, it really does look like a tiny dick." She examined more thoroughly. "Some white stuff around the base, just like the author said." Marissa rubbed the base of her clitoris, cleaning it. "Oh, God what a feeling." She reached up and soaped the tips of her thumb and first two fingers. Her clitoris was now engorged with blood and pulsating. Carefully she ran the three soapy fingers up the shaft and over the glans, then back down, then up again. And the reptile sprang from it's sleep. And it knew, for the first time, really, what it wanted. Marissa was now lost in her own being, not knowing what the next moment would bring. Cupping her hand, she brought some bath water up and rinsed off the soap, which had begun to irritate her a little. Allowing the prepuce to slide back, partially covering the glans, she began rubbing the right side of her clitoris in earnest. Occasionally brushing the tip with her index finger, she kept rubbing and rubbing, totally lost in this new suspended world. And then the sensation started to change. A scary sweet spark seemed to ignite at the tip, and spread throughout her clitoris . "Oh, my God, Oh, my God!" The feeling became so strong, and her clitoris so sensitive that she had to stop. "Oh, my God, what was that?" Overcome by the fear that she had somehow damaged herself, she stopped abruptly. And waited. "Still alive." After a minute her fear subsided, and her clitoris and heart rate returned to their unexcited states. Climbing from the tub, Marissa wondered what had happened. She didn't know if she liked the feeling or not. But she definitely knew she'd discovered something important. From then on, Mari could hardly wait to take her bath. After running the water, she made sure that the door was securely locked. An uninvited guest, like her brother, could be disasterous. Then she would take off her robe, remove her bra and panties, and look at herself in the half mirror over the sink. Dark brown hair, full lips, beautiful eyes with luxurious eyebrows. Kind of a weak solution of Brook Shields. She knew that the boys in school were always secretly looking at her. She also knew that they would all get boners if they could see her naked, like this. That excited her . Besides her brother's, Marissa had never seen a live penis, let alone a boner. She knew about them from the older girls at school, and the sexy stories they told. Marissa would then climb into the tub, and get what she thought of as the regular part of her bath over with as soon as possible, leaving her privates for last. She'd go through the whole routine: soaping, rinsing, feeling the surge of pleasure as her clitoris sprang to life. "I'm only practicing good hygene," she would tell herself as she washed and excited herself. The baths always ended the same way, with Marissa vigorously rubbing the right side of her clitoris with her first two fingers. She quickly learned that sexual fantasy heightened the sensation, and she would think about the sexy conversations she had with her girlfriends, especially Sue, while she rubbed. And then, all too soon, Mari would know it was going to happen, and she would get "the cool feeling" and have to stop. She was just too afraid to keep rubbing after she got the feeling. She would soak her clitoris in the warm water and wait for everything to return to normal. Things went on pretty much like that for a long time, bath times filled with excitement, fear and frustration. Then, one night, she helped give her brother a bath, and her whole life changed. End of Chapter 3 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> / From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:10:33 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: MARISSA Chapter 4 (bro/sis sexual discovery, f/mast) From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:10:33 GMT -------- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. DON'T READ IT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. MARISSA Chapter 4 by Mikey Dee (mikeydee@iname.com) "Yes, Absolutely!" the professor cried, "That's just the point!" Some student had obviously made a remark that pleased him, and Marissa was jolted from her daydream by his reaction. As she looked around, she saw a sea of smiles, the students hoping that the professor's pleasure would somehow result in a reduced homework assignment. As the lecture began again, Marissa could not concentrate, no matter how hard she tried. Remembering those early years had caused a sweet ache in her loins, and a congested feeling throughout her lower abdomen. She knew that remembering those early sexual experiences was not helping her one bit, but like a hungry person standing by a diner's exhaust fan, captivated by the aroma, she fed upon those forbidden experience, knowing that they would do nothing to satisfy her appetite. She tried so hard not to, but she closed her eyes anyway, and recalled the night that she could never forget. Todd was already twelve, and was certainly old enough to bathe himself, if he did it properly. But, like most boys his age, he considered bathing an inconvenience that had to be endured, if not perfected. He took showers by himself most nights, but his mother continued to bathe him once a week to clean all those hard to reach places he ignored so well. Marissa hadn't helped with the bath in months, being more interested in a TV program that stared her favorite teen heartthrob, which began at 8:00pm, Todd's usual bath time. Mari always took her bath after her brother. She would lie on the couch in her panties and robe, watching TV until Todd was done. Sometimes, knowing she couldn't get caught, she'd put her hand down her panties and rub a little when she saw the guy she liked. It was so exciting, doing it there in the living room. It gave her a strange free feeling, as though she were getting away with something. "Marissa, come here, please." It was her mother. She had heard the phone ring and went into the kitchen, thinking it was for her. "It's your aunt Claire, I'm going to be on for a while. Go make sure Todd finishes washing, he'll be out of that tub in two minutes if nobody's around." "OK, mom," she said as she left the room. She hated to miss the rest of the program, but knowing that her mother needed help, she understood. Todd and Marissa got along as well as two siblings could. They genuinely liked each other. They were both so much smarter and more mature than their peers. Taking refuge in each other was only natural. "Jeez, sis, what are you doing here?" Todd asked, covering himself a little with his arm. "Mom's on the phone and she thinks you need supervision, little brother," she answered. The movement of his arm got her attention. What was he hiding? As she knelt down next to the tub, she saw. "I can't believe it," she thought. Todd had started growing hair. Not much, but it formed a little fur collar around the base of his penis. His penis was larger, too. And he looked different, more mature. She hadn't noticed this before, she reasoned, because she saw him every day. "This is humiliating, Mari," Todd complained. "I'm going on thirteen. Mom's bad enough, but you..." "Oh, humor her, Todd, she's alone and she's trying to do her best," Mari cut in. "This won't hurt, little brother, I promise." "I know, I know, and don't keep calling me 'little brother,' I'm not so little anymore. And you're only fourteen. There's not that much difference in our ages." "Well, I'm a whole lot more mature than you are," replied Marissa. Todd immediately felt a tingle of excitement go down his spine. "What do you mean?" he asked, hoping to draw her out. "Nevermind, I shouldn't have said anything." "No, really Mari, what did you mean?" asked Todd, the excitement evident in his voice. If only she gave him a few intimate details about her physical development, his life would be complete. But Marissa only said, "Let's get on with the bath." Disappointed, Todd didn't reply. Marissa soaped up the washcloth and did Todd's back. That too, seemed bigger. Her brother really was growing up. She felt strangely excited, being in here with him like this. He just didn't seem like a kid to her anymore. Marissa finished Todd's back. "O.K., turn over on your side and we'll get those cheeks washed." Todd did as he was told, turning over on his left side. Mari soaped up the washcloth and began running it down her brothers rear end like she had done countless times before. Then, without thinking and without knowing why, she picked up the soap and lathered up her hands. She had never used her bare hands on Todd's rear end before, but somehow she couldn't resist. She began to soap his cheeks slowly, running her middle finger just slightly into the crack. The room was dead silent. Todd, who normally would have protested and told her to hurry up, was lying on his side as though in a trance. The previous conversation had gotten him really hot, even though nothing much had been said. He was thinking about how physically mature Mari was, and started wondering how much hair she had. At school, his friends were always talking about whether this girl or that had started getting hair yet. Todd felt himself starting to get a boner. He tried frantically to will it down, but that was impossible. When you're thirteen, once it's up, it's up. Hey, that's the way boys are. As she slowly rubbed his butt, Mari looked over her brother's shoulder and saw, to her utter amazement, that Todd had a boner. Her body stiffened. She realized, with shame, that she had, in an instant, become extremely sexually aroused. It was partly the shock. Marissa had never seen an erection before. Her friend Sue had found her dad's sexually explicit videos, and she watched them when he taught evening classes. Sue told her all about erections and other forbidden things. In truth, Sue's stories about what happened in the movies excited her greatly, but she was too embarrassed to ask if she could watch them, too. And now, seeing a real live boner, and knowing that it was her actions that caused it; Marissa became weak with excitement. Todd's erection looked to be about five inches long. The glistening head was sticking out of the water, and as Marissa watched, she could see it jerking slightly, the result of Todd's sexual response. She felt his arousal, and as Mari continued to rub Todd's cheeks, her excitement grew, feeding off the reality of what was happening. That her hand was having such an effect on a boy was fueling her reaction. As she rubbed, she could feel herself opening, the wetness flowing into her panties. "Just making sure everything is clean," she heard herself say. Mari didn't recognize her own voice. It sounded weak, raspy. Todd heard the difference in Marissa's voice, and looked up at her, over his shoulder. He saw that she was looking at his boner and tried covering it with his hand. "I'm sorry, sis, I tried to keep it down, but...well, I couldn't control myself," he stammered. He looked at Mari, and she saw the fear and shame in his eyes. "Don't worry, I understand, "Marissa said softly. She watched as Todd's expression softened, the fear leaving his eyes. And Todd, looking at Mari, saw that she wasn't angry. As they looked at each other, it became apparent to both of them simultaneously that they could trust each other. And then, in an instant, Marissa knew why she was so turned on. She was young, but she had a fine analytical mind. As she realized why she was so excited, her shame left her. Marissa had developed a fantasy about Roger, one of the boys in school that she used in the bathtub regularly. In it, he was ill, a cold or something, and she was his nurse. She had to give him a sponge bath, and when she rubbed his chest, he got an erection. While she masturbated, Marissa would imagine Roger telling her how sexy she was and saying, "Please, please, Mari, just touch it for me, please..." over and over, while he looked at her with that pleading expression on his face. Then she would reach out and take him gently in her hand, and as she looked into Roger's eyes, Marissa would start to get the feeling. Then a few more strokes on her clitoris and she would have to stop. Nothing more ever happened. It didn't need to. Just looking into his eyes and touching his erect penis did it. Now Marissa realized that this was a real-life variation of her fantasy. Looking into Todd's eyes, his erection...it was so obvious to her. It wasn't really Todd who was turning her on, it was the event. With her realization, Mari's shame was replaced by a furious sexual arousal, stronger than anything she had ever experienced before. The reptilian thing grew in her hindbrain, and started crawling. It knew what it needed. "I understand, Todd," she repeated herself. "OK," she said, "you can turn onto your back, now." "If I do," Todd said with some confidence, "it'll be pointing at he ceiling." "That's all right, it's only natural, I'm not angry," Marissa tried her best to sound detached. As he looked at his sister, Todd could sense her excitement. It was the expression on her face. Todd took a deep breath, and took a big chance, the little head thinking for the big one. "Sis, can I ask you something. Are you hot, too?" Marissa avoided the question. "I shouldn't have stared. To be honest, I just never saw one hard before, and, well, I didn't even know you were old enough to get hard. That's all" Todd was just too quick. "Oh, I get it. So give me the washcloth and I'll cover it up as I turn over. I mean, you don't want a better look or anything, right?" Marissa thought about it for a few seconds. She was just so horny. This was her fantasy come true. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties. But this was also her brother, and there might be hell to pay. She thought it over in greater depth. Todd knew the truth, that she was "hot," as he said. He was just too smart to fool. Besides, she trusted him. She knew from his demeanor that he wouldn't hurt her. And she wanted a better look so bad. "Let me see it." It was just a whisper. "You're right Todd, I do want to see it." There, it was said. "If I do, can I see yours?" Without giving her time to answer, Todd pressed on. "I've always wanted to see what a girl looks like down there," he stammered. "Look, something just happened here. I may be thirteen, but I'm not on the honor-roll because I'm stupid. I thought maybe I was the only one who was curious about sex, but now I know you are, too, and that's only natural..." He paused for a moment. If he got this right, all his prayers would be answered. With a cunning normally seen only in the clinically insane, he continued. "You're the smartest girl I know. You want to know stuff, and so do I. We're not like the other kids, we're smarter. Think of this as a learning experience, kinda like school. If we both promise not to say anything, what can happen? And we're not doing anything wrong, just learning. Please, Mari, this may be my only chance for years." He gave her all the excuses she needed. "Deal." He rolled over onto his back, exposing himself for her. She stared at it, transfixed. "God, Todd, it's amazing. Does it hurt when it gets so hard?" she asked. "The knob on top looks like it's going to burst." "It doesn't hurt, Mar. Actually it feels great!" Todd thought about it for a second. "Look, I know this is new to both of us. This might never happen again." He tried to say it right. "Neither one of us has any experience with this kind of stuff...what I'm trying to say is, well, if you want to know what one feels like," he braced himself, "you can feel mine." She looked at him to see if he was making fun of her. He wasn't. He had made an honest and difficult offer. "I would," she said resolutely. "If I let you, you've got to let me touch yours, too. It's only fair." He added, "You've got no idea how much I want to feel a real girl. I'm going crazy and there's nobody else I can trust enough to ask." He looked away. "And the Oscar goes to...Todd!" he thought. Marissa thought about it. Her brother showed remarkable nerve and maturity asking to feel her. She'd never had a strange hand on her pussy. And, if she was going to be honest with herself, she had fantasized about what it would feel like for a long time. "Todd, if I let you touch me, and I touch you, can I be sure it won't go any farther. I mean, this is really serious stuff. People wouldn't understand. I don't understand." "Listen, Mari, I've got just as much to lose as you do. This gets out, nobody looks good. Think about it, we're in this together. I promise I'll never say anything to anybody, so help me God. What about you?" "I trust you. I'll never say anything either," she answered. He looked into her eyes and, being satisfied, nodded. As she gently took her brother's penis in her hand, Marissa felt a freedom and excitement so wonderful, she wished it could last forever. Todd, shaking with arousal, started to move his hips slightly as she felt him. Keeping her right thumb at the base of his penis, she cupped his scrotum with her other fingers. Without realizing it, she began pressing herself against the side of the tub. Her mother's voice from the kitchen snapped the spell. "Marissa, make sure Todd dries off completely. I'll be on for a while." The two siblings looked at each other. Todd got out of the tub, his penis pointing straight at the ceiling. Marissa reached for a towel, handing it to her. "O.K., my turn," he said, taking the towel from her. "It's too dangerous." Marissa answered. "No it's not. Just open your robe and pull your panties down in front. I know that's all you wear under your robe when you take your bath. And a deal is a deal. Come on, Mari." Mari put her back against the door. "If mom tries to come in, this will give us a few seconds," she said. Marissa opened her robe, and pulled down her panties. "Jeez, look at all that hair," he whispered, his voice thick. "When did you start getting it?" "When I was eleven," she replied, the slightest taunt in her voice. She felt bad immediately. Todd was way older than that now, and only had hair around the base. "But girls mature faster than boys," she said. "That's what I meant before. But you're very mature for your age." "Well, golly, gee, thanks," was all he could think of to say. He reached out and touched her pussy hair gently. Then he looked at her face and said, "You can touch mine, again, if you want. What you did before felt great." So they faced each other, standing on the bathroom rug. They got right to work, both feeling the exhileration of total freedom. For the first time in their lives, they could explore the opposite sex without guilt or fear. Anything went. After all, this was a learning experience. As Todd's hand combed wildly through Mari's thick, dark pubic hair, she grasped his shaft, delighting in how the soft outer skin slid smoothly over the head. "How does this feel?" Todd asked. He had begun rubbing her lightly, taking his time, realizing that he had more than just a few seconds. "I know that girls are supposed to pretend that nothing feels good, but what your doing feels really good, Todd." "God Mari, me too. I never felt anything so good in my whole life. Please just squeeze and massage it on top." She did what he asked. "Oh, just like that," he moaned. Todd was now excited to the point of almost passing out. The realization that his hand was feeling his sister's pussy, and giving her pleasure, and that she was doing the same to him proved to be more than his senses could bear. In only a few seconds, he started to come. As Todd gave out a low, long grunt, Marissa felt his penis begin flexing rhythmically in her hand, three, four, five, and then, as he thrust his hips forward, it squirted out two small jets of sticky, hot semen into her hand, its first issue, and then stopped all together. They both stood there, stunned. Five seconds, eight seconds... "Todd, you alright?" "Yeah, I think so. So that's what it feels like." "Like what feels like?" "Todd, aren't you finished yet?!" It was their mother. "Mari, why isn't Todd finished?...Todd I need some help!" Well, Todd was finished. He slipped on his robe and slipped into his bedroom. "It's OK mom, Todd is in his room. I'm going to take my bath now." Mari said it as naturally as she could. She was weak with sexual arousal, but she thought she sounded natural enough. Marissa quickly closed the door, and locked it carefully. She cleaned the tub as fast as she could, and began running her bath. As the water rushed into the tub, she took off her robe. Marissa pulled off her panties and examined them. Soaking wet. She rinsed them in the sink. Then she raised her arms over her head, checking her underarms. Did they need a shave? All these fussy things Marissa did slowly, putting off the bath until she couldn't wait anymore. Then she got in. Mari soaped her arms, her sides, her legs. She washed under her left arm, feeling the stubble of hair, and brought her hand down to her breast. Slowly, she soaped the breast, paying special attention to her nipple. She felt the rush go through her body. Marissa was on fire. She washed down her body, and quickly arrived at her vagina. The time for teasing was over She was just too hot. Mari soaped herself between the lips, feeling the slippery sides as she washed. Then she knew it was time. She couldn't stand it anymore. Lathering up her right hand, she began to soap her clitoris. It had been erect since Todd's bath, her overpowering state of arousal keeping it that way. Pulling back the hood, she began soaping the engorged glans. It was so sensitive she could barely touch it. Soaping the base first, Marissa worked her way up the shaft, slowly massaging the swollen tip with her soapy thumb, sending wave upon wave of painful pleasure through it. She could barely stand it, it hurt so good. Then Marissa stopped. She cupped her hand and rinsed the whole area, gently easing the skin back over the shaft. Marissa noting that it only covered about half of her clitoris, the fiery head too swollen to be covered completely by the hood. Mari relaxed as best she could. It was time for the payoff. She expertly found the spot she liked on the right side, and began masturbating in light rhythmic strokes. She wallowed in the pleasure, turning her head slowly from side to side. After ten seconds, her hand picked up speed, fueled by the sensations it was generating. On and on she went, faster and faster, driven by the oldest, strongest instinct know to humanity. As Marissa masturbated, she relived Todd's bath in small discreet images; his erection, his tremendous excitement, and finally, knowing she was close, the feel of his penis as it pulsated in her hand, and the low animalistic sounds of pleasure he made. That was all it took. Marissa felt herself getting closer and closer to the feeling. "Almost there," she thought. "Almost, almost...oh, yeah, oh yeah, ahhh." And there she was. As the intense pleasure bloomed and then exploded, she slowed down as usual, savoring the sweetest feeling on earth, making it last. But this time was different. This time Marissa was way too excited to stop. She didn't care about life, death, reason or insanity, only the pleasure she was feeling, and the next moment that would bring her some relief. As every nerve ending in her clitoris screamed, she kept on and on, lost in her own rhythmic insanity. The feeling became so strong that her skin seemed to pull off her body, hang there suspended...and then it snapped back, as she rubbed herself beyond the point of no return, toward the greatest release that teenager or madwoman had ever known. The first contraction took her completely by surprise; she thought she was going into convulsions. But still Marissa couldn't stop. Her nipples tightened up into knots as contraction after contraction wracked her body. She felt sure she was dying, but she kept rubbing, anyway, driven by a power greater than reason. Finally, after ten contractions, it was over. The peace she felt was amazing. After a few seconds, she was hit with an aftershock, then another, then...nothing. She lay there, completely drained. She'd had her first orgasm. She would never forget it. After four or five minutes in a post-orgasmic stupor, Marissa felt strong enough to get up. She showered off the bath soap quickly, standing on rubber legs. Her nipples and clitoris had relaxed, but were still painfully sensitive. She dried herself carefully, and put on her robe. Back in her bedroom as she dressed, Marissa went over it all again. Now she knew what Sue had meant when she said, "...and you know, you have to get yourself off." So this was it. She'd had her first orgasm. What a difference between what she had been doing before, and what happened tonight. This was a cure for horniness. The way she felt now, Marissa was sure she would never be bothered by it again. She couldn't even think about sex. When she joined her brother and mother, she was worried that her orgasm was written all over her face. But after a while, she knew they didn't know. But Marissa's life had changed. Now she knew why adults didn't go insane. This was the most satisfied and relaxed she had ever felt in her whole life. "So, what do you say? Mari, are you listening to me? Mari!" It was Bob, and she realized all at once she was in psych class and he had been talking to her. "I'm sorry Bob, guess I was lost in thought. What did you say?" "I was telling you about the film in the student center tomorrow night. It's some artsy thing from Europe, but I have to see it for my film class. Would you like to come with me?" He added, "My treat of course." There was something so appealing about this guy. "Sure, Bob, I'd love to go with you." They agreed to meet in front of the student center the following evening. As Marissa headed for her next class, Vicki caught up with her. "Nice guy, where did you meet him?" she asked. "In the shower room," Marissa answered. They looked at each other for a moment, and then they both cracked up. That night in bed, Marissa had a tough time falling asleep. Her urge to masturbate was unrelenting. But she fought it off, telling herself she was stronger than the urge. She had already resisted longer than she had ever been able to before. She emptied her mind of all thought. In truth she was exhausted. Slowly, she began to fall asleep. The reptilian thing, sensing defeat, retreated back down her brain to the place where it lived, and also slept. It hadn't fed in a week, and it was as hungry as it had ever been. It had lost today, but it had no fear. Time was on its side. It knew it couldn't be denied forever. And, after all, tomorrow was another day. End of Chapter 4 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> / From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:10:39 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: MARISSA Chapter 5 (teen f/f, sexual discovery, mast.) From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:10:39 GMT -------- THE FOLLOWING STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. DON'T READ IT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. MARISSA Chapter 5 by Mikey Dee mikeydee@iname.com The following evening, Marissa and Bob met outside the building where the film was to be shown. Marissa had had a difficult day dealing with her sexuality. This was her ninth day without an orgasm, and her urge to have one was overpowering. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep from thinking about sex. It had been on her mind all day. Two minutes alone in the bathroom was all it would take, and she would have peace. But she fought the craving, hoping that the movie and Bob's company would distract her. The movie was one of those self-important, convoluted foreign imports that passes for art. Marissa soon lost interest and closed her eyes. She thought about her friend Sue. She intended to major in psychology and was attending a university known for its psychology department. She knew Sue would do well. Like herself, she was a good student, and always had a burning desire to understand the human condition in all its complexity. This was especially evident in her fanatical fascination with sex. She wanted to know and experience everything. And so did Marissa. As Marissa thought about it, she realized that sex was the morter that bound their early friendship together. As they grew older, they found they had many things in common, and their present friendship was based on their mutual honesty and shared interests. When they first met, Sue, who was fourteen, assumed the role of mentor. She'd had much more opportunity to learn about sex than any of the other girls in the eight grade. Her father's study was filled with psychology books, many of them devoting themselves exclusively to sex. It was a classic example of motivation meeting opportunity. Sue would devour the information whenever her father wasn't home. The case histories were of particular interest, inspiring ever more exciting masturbatory fantasies. Sue has been masturbating since she was twelve, but the practice took on a whole new meaning after she found her father's books. Sue would read the detailed stories, getting more excited by the minute. When she got so hot she couldn't hold off anymore, she would go to her room and get herself off, recalling the details of the patient history that she had just read. At the time when the two girls met, Marissa had not yet discovered how to have an orgasm. Sue, on the other hand, had been having them for two years. Consequently, Marissa didn't understand everything Sue told her. However, having only herself to go by, Sue assumed Marissa's experiences were similar to her own, and never explained the concept of orgasm to Marissa. After the incident with Louis in the bathroom, Marissa finally understood all the things Sue had been telling her. Afterwards, although they were both too embarrassed to discuss it openly, both girls, from their conversations, knew that the other masturbated. As Marissa and Sue walked home from school one afternoon, Marissa could sense a certain excited distraction in her friend. "O.K., Sue, what's going on?" Marissa asked. "I've been talking to you for the last five minutes, and I know you haven't heard a thing. What's going on in that perverted mind of yours?" "Secret conversation?" Sue asked slowly. The girls were beyond having to say 'secret conversation' for things that they didn't want to become public knowledge. The fact that Sue approached the subject in this manner signaled to Marissa that something of extreme importance was about to happen. "Secret conversation," Marissa confirmed, solomnly. She just knew this was going to be good. Sue took a while to answer, choosing her words carefully. "Mari", she finally began, "have you ever seen an educational movie about sex?" "Sure, in health class." Marissa knew this wasn't what Sue meant, but she had to play the game. "No, I mean, like, a more advanced type of movie. Like, you know, like you would see in college, or maybe what doctors get to see." Sue was still talking slower than usual. Marissa could feel the excitement in her voice. "Well, no, I haven't." "Would you like to?" "Sure, but where?" "This really is a secret conversation, right Mari?" "Come on, Sue, we've been friends for too long. I won't say a word. You know that. Now, what's going on? No more stalling." "I just had to be sure. My father would ground me until I'm thirty. I found his tapes. The real stuff, Mari. Real sex. People doing everything. Things even I never thought of." "When did you see them?" "What do you mean? I watch them all the time. Whenever he's not home. He teaches night classes three times a week." Sue paused. "Would you like to watch them with me?" "When?" "Well, today is Thursday, his long day. He has a four o'clock start, and never comes home until after his night class ends at nine-thirty. We could do our homework at the library, and you could have a sandwich at my house...and then it's showtime!" Marissa said, "I'll call my mom." Time had never passed so slowly for Marissa. As the girls did their assignments in the library, all she could think about were the videos. Soon she would be seeing real sex. She watched R-rated movies, and she knew how hot they got her. Thinking about seeing absolutely everything was almost too much to bear. She couldn't wait. The girls got to Sue's house at 4:30, and, as expected, Sue's father had already left. "What kind of sandwich would you like, Mari?" Sue played the polite hostess. "Whatever is fastest, Sue." Marissa smiled as she said it and both girls began giggling. "Yeah, I'm hardly waiting to watch the videos, too," Sue answered. Just thinking about it is getting me horny." They made sandwiches and ate as though they were in a contest, their sexual hunger far outweighing any need for food. While Sue went to the study to get the videos, Marissa deposited herself on the couch facing the TV. "Finally," was all she could think. Sue returned with several tapes. "My dad just got this one in, Mari. It's a commercial video, not a scientific one. It's called "Welcome to Dallas". What do you think, start here?" "Oh come on Sue, quit wasting time. Put the thing on, I can't wait any longer." Sue put the tape in and fast-forewarded to the first scene. A nice looking couple were sitting on a couch. It seemed the guy was having problems satisfying his girlfriend, and the girl was explaining to him how to give a woman oral sex. The guy was conveniently slow on the uptake, and it soon became apparent that a lesson was in order. The girl lifted up her skirt and removed her panties. After a brief explanation, the guy began to lick her clitoris. Marissa couldn't believe it. The girl's clit was the same size as her own. "What's the name of the actress?" she asked. "Who cares?," Sue answered. But she checked the box anyway. Her name is Holly Rider, why?" "I'll tell you later, OK?" "Sure," said Sue, and the two teenagers settled back and began to watch the movie. As the guy skinned back the girl's large clit and began sucking the exposed glans, Marissa began to squirm with excitement. This was better than she dared hope. As the guy began to flick his tongue back and forth quickly over the tip, both girls watched in quiet amazement, their sexual arousal growing as each second passed. Marissa became lost in the movie. The erotically charged images exciting her beyond anything she'd felt before. She could only imagine how great it must feel, having her clitoris sucked like that. Holly's clit became her own, and the reptillian thing at the back of her brain was in ecstasy. The thing reached up and slowly, lovingly, rubbed its claw in just the right place. That tasty sweet spot had grown larger, and easier to find. Marissa was in horny teenage-girl heaven. She unconciously squeezed herself. The blood rushed to her clitoris, making it swell ever further. She felt herself opening, and could feel the wetness begin to seep out of her. She never got this excited when she fantasized alone, no matter how hot she tried to get herself. The visual images stimulated her far greater than anything she had ever known. Marissa looked at Sue, who was staring, trancelike, at the screen. Sue was sitting in an overstuffed chair to her right. She watched the flickering light on Sue's face, and the expression of rapt concentration. Sue's forehead had become shinier, and her nose, too. She kept licking her lips unconsciously, but her expression never changed. Her shining eyes were riveted on the screen. Sue's nipples had always been sensitive. After she reached puberty, she noticed that her nipples would get hard and long, and little goose-bumps would form on them, whenever she became sexually excited. As Sue watched the girl's clit being gently sucked, she could feel her nipples tightening and growing longer. They grazed her shirt as she shifted in her seat, sending a rush of sexual excitement streaming through her young body. She brought her left leg up, casually placed her arm between her legs, and pressed down on her clitoris. She knew that teasing herself like this was hopeless, but she couldn't help herself. She just had to get some relief somehow. Her reptile was fully aroused, and its need was great. Marissa had no way of knowing how excited Sue was, but she sensed that she was extremely aroused. Marissa was now so hot that she felt as though she had to either come, or go out of her mind; she wanted to masturbate so bad it hurt. Sue's reptile was in control now. It was bigger and greedier than Mari's. And it knew so much more. It had found Sue's spot. And it tasted so sweet. It began licking the spot slowly, like a Cheshire cat, and with each lick, Sue's clitoris throbbed harder, and pulsated stronger, sending shivers through her abdomen and lower back, and causing her to become so wet that she felt as though she was sitting in a puddle. She continue to press on her clit with her arm, exciting herself to near insanity. Normally, Sue would have finished herself off long before this, but because Marissa was there, she continued to watch the video much longer than usual, and the longer she watched, the hotter she got. It was the strongest sexual excitement Sue had ever felt. And she needed to get off so bad, so, so bad. She was literally aching for an orgasm. If Mari wasn't there, it would be easy. Sue would stop the video, run into her room and change into PJ's and her robe. Then she would walk back to the living room, slowly, prolonging it, knowing it was going to be over too quickly, anyway. She'd lay back down on the couch, take the remote in her hand, and turn the tape back on. Then she would pull her bottoms down, and watch the tape again until she was so hot she couldn't stand it. That's when she would start. First she would begin rubbing her whole pussy with her right hand, running her fingers through her thick, wild growth of pubic hair. Then, with her left hand, she would part the lips, exposing her clitoris. Slowly, with her right hand, using only the tips of her fingers at first, she'd make little circles around her clitoris. Then, when a scene that she wanted to get off on began, she would start rubbing her clit through the hood, bringing moisture up from her vagina, going faster and faster, bringing herself ever closer to her orgasm. In no time, she would get the sweet feeling followed too soon by the contractions. Then it would be over. Sue would lie there blissfully drained for several minutes. Then she'd return the video to her father's study and do her homework, freed from her immense horniness for another day. Sue looked slowly over her left shoulder and saw Marissa looking at her. "What do you thing of the video?", she asked. "Are you kidding, I never saw anything like this", Marissa answered. And then, "How does it make you feel, Sue?" Sue thought for a few seconds. She was now so sexually excited that her normal reserve disappeared. "I think you know, Mari. I think you know that it's doing to me what it's doing to you. It's making me horny, and it's doing the same thing to you, isn't it? Marissa was taken slightly aback by Sue's blatant honesty. But they were best friends, and had been so for a long time. This was no time to be coy. "You're right, Sue, I've never been this hot in my life." She looked over at Sue to gage her reaction. "What would you normally do about it?" Sue had turned away as she asked. The big question. They'd never discussed this before. Marissa knew what Sue wanted to hear, but she was too shy to say it. Marissa answered with a question. "I dunno, what would you do?" Sue thought for a second. Well, she was kind of the leader, and had started this. And she just felt like telling someone. She stopped the movie. "I would masturbate." Marissa saw the color come to Sue's cheeks as she said it. "Do you do it too, Mari?" "Yeah, I do it," Marissa said quietly. She felt relieved after verbalizing it. "I've been doing it for two years," Sue said quickly, not wanting the subject to drop. She never got to talk about this with anyone. "How often do you do it?", she asked. Marissa looked at her. "This is absolutely never going to be repeated anywhere?" she asked. "I'd just die if anybody found out." Sue looked her in the eye. "You have my word. Plus, I'll tell you the truth, too. I'm just worried that I'm doing it too much, that's all. Now, how often do you do it?" "I probably do it more than you do. I do it just about every day," Marissa answered quickly, lowering her eyes. "How about you?" Sue took a few seconds to answer. "I do it the same as you, only without the 'just'. I do it every day. I'm addicted," she added, coloring again. "Yeah, me too," Marissa confessed. "I've tried to quit, but I just can't help myself. Have you ever tried to quit, Sue?" "Yeah, I used to try to quit. But I finally gave up. Besides, not only is it not harmful, it's actually good to relieve the tension. The tension is caused by hormones, so it's perfectly natural. I read that in one of my dad's books." Marissa began to laugh. "Maybe we should join the MA," she suggested. "The what?" asked Sue. "The MA. Masturbators Anonymous." Marissa laughed, and Sue joined in, the tension gone. Now that they had confessed their big secret to each other, a new and stronger sense of intimacy was felt by both of the teenagers. Suddenly, the last barriers were down. "Put the movie back on, Sue. But go back to the part where the guy was sucking Holly's clit. That scene drove me crazy." "Me, too," Sue said as she started rewinding. "I think about boys doing that to me all the time when I get myself off." Sue got up from the chair. "God, these jeans are tight. Would you mind if I slipped them off? I usually watch TV in something more comfortable." "Mine are killing me, too, Marissa agreed. "If you don't mind, I don't mind." This time as they watched, lounging comfortably in their panties, the girls had no worries about what the other was thinking, and because of this, the movie had an even greater effect on their libidos. As the guy sucked Holly's entire clitoris into his mouth, the two teens' excitement reached an unbearable level. Marissa looked over at Sue, and was momentarily baffled at what she saw. It appeared, in the changing light from the TV, that Sue had some sort of small animal crawling about in her panties. As Marissa's eyes adjusted, it became apparent that Sue had put her right thumb under her panties, and was now rubbing herself while she watched the movie. Mari then brought her right leg up and to the left, and began to slowly rub her own clit, under her panties, with her left index finger, feeling sure that her leg masked her finger's movement. As the movie continued, Marissa repeatedly shifted her gaze from the TV to Sue. Watching Sue rub herself with her thumb, eyes fixed on the screen, lips slightly parted, breathing quick and shallow, was driving Marissa wild, and she increased the tempo of her own finger. Suddenly, Sue looked over at Marissa, and noticed, in an instant, that she was also rubbing herself. "Can't help yourself, huh?" Quipped Sue, trying to sound cool. "A, something like that," replied Marissa, startled. Then she recovered her wits quickly. "And what were you doing with your thumb in your panties, hitch-hiking?" "What do you think?" Sue answered. "Well, I don't thing you were hitch-hiking," Marissa replied with a smile. "And maybe I shouldn't say anymore." "No, it's OK, what are you thinking?" "Well...look, were're both really best friends, and from what we told each other, its pretty obvious what we both want to do...need to do, anyway, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, instead of waiting until we're, you know, we're alone...I mean, we were practically doing it anyway...and doing it while watching is so hot...I mean, what do you think?" Sue shut off the VCR, and got up. "I think I'll be right back." She returned in a minute with two towels, and handed one to Marissa. Sue put hers on the chair, and sat down on it without another word. She put the tape back on, lifted herself up, peeled her panties down her legs, lifted her knees up, and slid them off. Dangling her panties on her index finger, Sue looked at Marissa with a sly smile, and let the panties slip off of her finger, and fall to the floor next to the overstuffed chair. Now it was Marissa's turn. She copied Sue's movements exactly, in a sort of ritualistic re-enactment of what Sue had just done. She smiled back at Sue as her panties slid from her finger, and they both knew that anything went from now on. Sue rewound the tape a minute or so, and both of the teenagers began watching again. Out of the side of her eye, Marissa saw Sue's right hand working slowly in her crotch, scratching and pulling her pubic hair, squeezing her mound, while her left hand pulled her right nipple under her shirt. Marissa twirled a lock of pubic hair as she watched, and then slowly began to rub her own luxuriously haired mound, which sent shivers of pleasure through her body, and nourished her beast as it grew in her brain. As the guy sucked the girl's clitoris, and the girl moaned with delight, Marissa's eager fingers found her own clitoris, and she began to rub herself in light, quick strokes. Her eyes shifted to Sue, who had squatted down in her chair. Her hand was now moving back and forth rhythmically in her lap, and Marissa realized that Sue was now masturbating for real, going for her orgasm. That was all she needed to see. Marissa couldn't take anymore. She dipped her first two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, and, pulling back the hood, lubricated her swollen clitoral glans, which had become so sensitive she could barely touch it. She felt it pulsate when she touched it, and a shiver of ecstasy ran through her loins. Marissa began masturbating in earnest, rubbing the right side of her clit as though she was alone, which in a way, she was. Sue was so absorbed in her own solitary pleasure, getting closer and closer to orgasm, that she cared about nothing except the next moment that would bring her relief. Out of the side of her eye, Marissa saw Sue's hand picking up speed, and her hips began to pump, and Marissa knew Sue was getting close. Marissa's own fingers were now flying over her clit, her orgasm closing in fast upon her. Suddenly, Sue shifted her weight onto her left arm, and lifted her hips off the couch, as her flying fingers caused her clitoris to catch fire and give her the strongest feeling she'd ever felt. The feeling, her hips and time all hung in midair for several seconds, as Sue arched her back and grunted in grateful release. As the contractions started, and the pleasure spread, her hips pumped wildly,and she again grunted with every contraction, over and over, as she squeezed out the greatest release she had ever known. Marissa looked over when she first heard Sue, and saw that she was having her orgasm. Seeing her face screwed up in pleasure, and listening to the animalistic sounds she was making was all it took. While Sue's hips danced in pleasure, Marissa started to come. As the feeling gripped her, she also arched her back, her expert fingers playing with her engorged clitoris for all they were worth. "Oh, what a come!" she almost shouted , as the contractions hit, and her own hips began to bounce. As wave after wave of excrutiating pleasure ran through her young body, Marissa's nervous system overloaded, and she shook with each contraction, a veritable St. Vidus's Dance of teenage sexual release. Finally it was over. The strongest and most complete orgasm she ever had. After her orgasm, Marissa couldn't move for several minutes. She turned her head, and saw Sue splayed in her chair, legs spread wide, pubic hair wet and glistening, looking more dead than alive. "What did you think?" "Marissa, what do you think?"... "Are you alright Marissa?" It was Bob, sitting next to her in the theater. "Huh, wha...oh, Bob." It took her a few seconds to get her bearings. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just lost in thought. Thinking about one of my classes." "Wow, you scared me, I thought something was wrong." Marissa would have loved to say, 'Actually, there is something wrong. I'm so sexually excited right now that I am sitting in a puddle, and going out of my mind with horniness.' But all she said was, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a little tired maybe." "How about a soda," Bob asked, "The intermission lasts for five minutes." "That's very nice of you Bob," Marissa answered, "I'd love one." As Bob left for the sodas, Marissa was tempted to resume her fantasy as she remembered how the evening with Sue continued. But she thought better of it, deciding to save the rest of the fantasy for later. She would use it to lull herself to sleep, tonight. She hoped. She told herself it would be a test. A trial by sexual fire. She knew it would take all her strength to make it through the night without masturbating. End of Chapter 5 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> / From mikeydee@iname.com Thu Sep 04 18:10:48 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: MARISSA Chapter 6 (college teen f/f,voy/mast) From: mikeydee@iname.com (Mikey Dee) Date: 4 Sep 1997 22:10:48 GMT -------- Marissa Chapter 6 by Mikey Dee mikeydee@iname.com THIS STORY IS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT, AND SHOULDN'T BE READ BY THOSE UNDER 18. THIS STORY CONTAINS NO VIOLENCE OF ANY KIND. The second half of the movie was no better than the first. As Marissa sat in silent boredom, her thoughts again returned to sex. Earlier, Marissa decided to allow herself to recall the rest of that first evening with Sue only when she returned to the dorm after the movie. But the boring movie and her own sexual hunger made that impossible. As she took a sip of the soda Bob brought her, Marissa closed her eyes and relived that first night with Sue. Although it happened a few years ago, Marissa remembered the details of the evening as though they had happened last night. The intensity of the emotions she felt that night burned the event perminently into her memory. Sue had collapsed in her chair, legs spread, laughing softly in post-orgasmic bliss. She looked up at Marissa and whispered wow. Marissa smiled at her and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. So you do this all the time?" Sue sat up, but didn't bother to cover herself. "Well, kinda. What I mean is, I watch the movies and I guess you know how excited they get me..." Sue looked down. "Then I do it. But nothing anywhere near as intense as what just happened. That was absolutely the best orgasm I've ever had. What about you?" "Same here. I never felt anything that strong before. I can't believe it happened. I used to think that I got excited...well, I did. But this...I still can't believe it." Sue got up and sat on the couch next to Marissa. "Mari, I've got to ask you something. When we first started watching the movie, and you asked me who the girl was? Well, I was just wondering, why did you want to know?" Marissa noticed that her friend's nipples, which had relaxed a few minutes after her orgasm, were again hard. "Oh, I don't know. Why do you ask?" Marissa saw how Sue was looking at her. She could sense Sue's excitement. The expression on her face, the shiny nose and forehead, the expectation in her voice. Sue was on a mission. "I asked because I really want to know. Come on, Mari, we're best friends, remember?" "Yeah, I remember. But I'm still a little embarrassed to tell you. Understand?" Sue rolled her eyes. "Best friends can tell each other anything." Sue had a point. If you can't talk to your best friend, who can you talk to? And anyway, Marissa had been wanting to ask about this for a long time. "I wanted to know who the actress was because of her clit. I always thought mine was too big, and now I see I'm not the only one with a big one." Marissa was by this time blushing crimson. Sue said, "Mine is big, too. Look." And with that she looked between her legs and parted her pubic hair, and the lips of her still wet vagina, and exposed her clitoris. "I was always wondering if it was normal, too," she confided to Marissa without looking up. "What do you think?" Marissa saw that Sue's was indeed big, but not like hers. She answered, "It doesn't seem abnormally large to me." And, in a gesture of comraderie, and because she really wanted Sue's opinion, Marissa overcame her embarrassment and gently combed through her own lush pubic hair, and exposed her clit for Sue. "How about mine, Sue?" Exposing herself to Sue caused Marissa to feel a new type of excitement, something she had never felt before. And the feeling was most definitely sexual. As she lay there with her legs spread, her reptile sensed this new arousal, and was already reaching out with its nasty claw, scratching just the sweetest, most sensitive spot, causing Marissa's inhabitions to fade, and her excitement to grow once again. Sue leaned closer for a better look. Now, Sue had seen her fair share of naked bodies in the films her father brought home, but she wasn't prepared for what Marissa showed her. "Jesus, Marissa, it really is big. I mean, It's not abnormal or anything...I mean, well, I've seen them that size before..." Marissa lifted herself up on the couch, "You should see it when it's totally hard," she interrupted. "Like, it gets even bigger." Marissa needed to tell it all, the worst, or the best, to her best friend. Marissa saw that Sue was staring between her legs. She could feel Sue's excitement. Then Marissa saw Sue look up at her. Sue said, "Show me." Marissa didn't say another word. She just leaned back down, put her left hand under her head, and reached for her clitoris with her right. She put the side of her right thumb on the hood, and reached underneath, slowly pulling on the glans with her first two fingers, over and over, teasing herself, growing more excited with each stroke, as her reptile licked away at her brain. Shivers of ecstasy ran down to her clitoris, which pulsated and stiffened with pleasure. Sue, shaking with excitement, devoured the scene with her eyes. Unable to control herself, Sue reached between her own legs, parted her sopping wet hairs, and began pulling and gently squeezing her own clitoris, teasing the sensitive glans until she thought she would pass out from the pleasure. "There," said Marissa, pulling back the hood with the first two fingers of both hands, "Look." The crimson glans, fully erect and pulsating, stood out. Sue, now so excited she could hardly breath, continued to pull on her own engorged clitoris. Her heart was beating so strong and fast it felt like someone was pounding on the inside wall of her chest with a large fist. Without thinking she reached out with her left hand and gently trapped Marissa's clitoris between her first two fingers. Then reaching down with her thumb, she brought a gob of fluid up from Marissa's vagina and began gently massaging the underside of Marissa's clitoris. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Marissa began whispering over and over, in a mantra of excitement. The beast in her brain licked wildly at her pleasure center, giving her the best sensation her teenage body had ever felt. "Feels good, huh," Sue said breathlessly while she continued to pull and massage her own clitoris. Sue had never touched another person sexually, and playing with her best friend's engorged clitoris was the most sexually exciting thing she had ever experienced. Her heart pounded, she could only take short gulps of air. She lost all control and was masturbating openly. She had to. "I'm going to come real soon," she grunted, as her fingers worked feverishly between her legs. "I'm almost there, too," Marissa heard herself say. She lifted her head up to get a better look at what was happening, and what she saw was all it took. Sue's left hand had changed position. She had grasped Marissa's clitoris between her thumb and index finger, and was now jerking it up and down quickly, as though it were a little cock. Sue's right hand was working between her legs at the same rhythm, rubbing her own clit back and forth at a furious pace. As she watched, Marissa caught glimpses of the crimson glans peeking out of the hood as Sue's practiced fingers brought her to orgasm. It was too much for Marissa. "Here it comes!" Marissa grunted, as the sweet feeling began building. Sue continued to jerk Marissa's clit while she felt her own orgasm hit. "Me, too, oh, yeah, now," she panted. Marissa's hips began bouncing up and down, and Sue lost contact with her clitoris. Marissa's own hand flew to her clitoris and continued the stimulation, determined not to let any of the pleasure escape. As her contractions hit, Marissa looked at Sue, who was leaning back with her own hips in the air, grunting, bouncing slightly and rubbing madly, squeezing out the last drops of her own insane pleasure. Too soon, it was all over. Both girls lay on the couch as though they were dead. The two huge orgasms that had wracked their young bodies had completely wiped them out. As their reptiles shrank and crawled back down to the places where they hid, the two teens slowly returned to reality. "Jeez, look at the time," Sue said, "Dad will be home soon. I'd better get this place cleaned up." And with that, the girls dressed and put the house back in order. The video was returned to its hiding place and all was as it had been before. Or so it appeared. But in reality nothing was as it had been between the two friends. They had taken their first tentative steps down a path from which there was to be no return. Their beasts had fed well that evening, and had grown. And their appitites were temporarily satisfied. But, like hungry young carnivores after their first taste of meat, there was no going back to the thin milk on which they had previously fed. The girls slept well and deep that night, their dreams filled with erotic images that they wouldn't remember. But their beasts didn't sleep. They only rested, and amused themselves with the erotic dreams. They rested and they waited, sensing that they would not have to wait long for their next feast. As Marissa sat in the theater, her thoughts returned to the present. She could feel the heat radiating off of Bob's body, and casually wondered if he had an erection. She actually had trouble imagining him without one, ever since the shower incident. The way it curved up, pulsating... Stop! Everytime she let her mind wander, it wandered to sex. Why couldn't it wander somewhere else? Like was the Louisiana Purchase manifest destiny or imperialism? "Well, it wanders where it likes, not where I like," Marissa reasoned. "I have to be strong." "What are you thinking?" she heard Bob ask. "About the Louisiana Purchase." Marissa answered, smiling. The film had ended, and the auditorium was filled with the bustling sound of people rearranging themselves and leaving. As Bob and Marissa walked back to the dorm, she was tempted to invite him up to her room, but thought better of it. Vicki, her room-mate would be in, and anyway, she didn't want to go any further with Bob just yet. All she really wanted was an orgasm. As Marissa walked down the hall to her room, alone, she was happy about her decision, and looked foreward to seeing Vicki. The girls had become fast friends in the short time that they'd roomed together. Vicki, althought physically different from Marissa with her short blond hair, freckled pixie nose and shorter stature, had much in common with Marissa intellectually, and the girls spent long hours talking. Vicki was smart and funny, and like Marissa, made friends easily. The girls shared what the campus housing administrator optimistically referred to as a 'suite'. A small living area with a lamp, a thirteen-inch TV, a couch and an armchair, and one bedroom with twin beds and regulation dorm furniture. Spartan, but neat. As Marissa entered the living area, she noticed that the lamp was off and the door to the bedroom was closed most of the way. Strange sounds, not unlike those of an animal in distress eminated from within, and a thin shaft of light escaped from the room and illuminated the living area enought for Marissa to safely navigate to the door. As she peered through the crack, Marissa felt her heart stop for a second and then begin to pound rapidly in her chest. She wanted to see Vicki, but not necessarily like this. Vicki was on her bed, naked, her legs wrapped around a boy's equally naked back. Marissa could clearly see, from her three-quarter angle, that the boy was pumping his penis in and out of Vicki's sopping wet vagina, grunting with each thrust. Vicki, for her part, was whimpering and panting, and as Marissa's eyes fell on her face, she could see that Vicki, mouth agape and nostrils flairing, was lost in a sea of sexual excitation. Marissa had never seen two live people having sex before. As she watched the boy's slippery wet penis dissappear into Vicki, and then reappear an instant later covered with even more of Vicki's juices, she felt her own vagina get instantly wet and congested. She felt the tip of her now engorged clitoris pressing against the inside of her jeans, and as she watched, she felt her own excitement building by the second. Suddenly she felt her clitoris become super sensitive and she instinctively knew what was going to happen. There was nothing she could do to prevent it. She was just too hot. She felt the beginning of her spontaneous orgasm as an excrutiating itch permiating her clitoral glans, and, standing there mesmerised, as the boy's penis pumped in and out of Vicki's tangle of wet, blond hair, Marissa came in her pants. As the contractions began, Marissa lost her balance and pressed against the door, opening it. The boy, hearing the commotion, looked over his right shoulder and saw Marissa gripping the door frame. His mouth fell open and he pulled his penis out of Vicki, whose tightly closed eyes prevented her from knowing what was happening. The shock caused the boy to begin his orgasm, and he grunted loudly as his stiff, slightly bowed penis shot wad after wad of hot sticky sperm into the air. "Don't stop, I'm almost there!" Vicki gasped. As the first drops of semen hit her belly, she looked down, then over, and saw Marissa. Her eyes opened wide in bewilderment. Marissa had by now finished her orgasm and in its aftermath she stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here." "Aw, Jesus, let me get out of here," the guy mumbled half to himself as he got off the bed and began dressing. Vicki got under the covers and pulled them up to her neck in a manner that suggested she was covering herself emotionally as well as physically. "I'll call you tomorrow," the boy said as he bent over and gave Vicki a good-bye kiss. He gave Marissa a little smile as he passed her, and was gone. "I'm so sorry..." Marissa began, but Vicki held up her hand. No, I'm the one who should be sorry," she said. "I should have put a note on the door, or something, but it all happened so fast. We were making out on the couch--that was all that was supposed to happen--and I guess we sort of got carried away. The next thing I know, we were rushing into the bedroom, and I guess I forgot all about the time." Vicki finished with a sheepish grin. She was sorry, but not that sorry. "Yeah, I guess I know what you mean," Marissa replied. "My timing was really bad, wasn't it? "Well, now that you mention it, it couldn't have been any worst. I was about twenty seconds away from finishing when you banged into the door. I'm not buying any lottery tickets this week, that's for sure." Marissa laughed at the joke and the girls began talking about school and upcoming social events until it was time to go to bed. Marissa began undressing and Vicki got up to put on her nightie, which was actually a long tee-shirt with Garfield on the front. Marissa noticed that Vickie's nipples were stiff, but passed no comment. Well, maybe it was a little chilly in the room, Marissa thought, but she really didn't feel it. The girls said good-night to each other and turned off the lights. Marissa was all wound up from from the evening's events, and was finding it difficult to fall asleep. She kept thinking about how the boy's penis looked as it pumped its load into the air. After five minutes she turned over and faced Vicki's bed. She tried to clear her mind of all thoughts, and began breathing slowly and regularly. Ten minutes later, almost asleep, she heard Vicki whisper, "Mari, are you awake...Mari?" She ignored it, not wanting to start talking again. She did open one eye, however, and saw Vicki silhouetted against the window on the far wall, which let some light in from around the blinds. As she watched, she saw Vicki lift her hips up a few inches and struggle slightly. She was pulling her tee-shirt up. Vicki knew after the first five minutes in bed that there was no way she was going to get to sleep without masturbating. She had to do it. Her beast was with her, and it was just too hungry to be denied. It had stayed where the feeding was good after the boy had left, knowing that Vicki hadn't the strength or disposition to send it back. It kept licking away slowly at Vicki's pleasure center, keeping her hot, telling her how badly she needed to stimulate herself. And Vicki knew she had no choice. The only problem was waiting for her roommate to fall asleep. As soon as she heard Marissa's breathing develope a steady, regular pattern, she knew it was safe. She whispered to Marissa to make sure, and getting no reply, she began. As Vicki pulled her tee-shirt over her breasts, she began recalling every tantalizing detail of what had happened earlier that evening. First she was on the couch with Andy, his hot, sweet lips kissing her, sucking her tongue, licking her ears, driving her mad. Then, as she saw him pulling her shirt up, flipping her bra over her breasts, nuzzling, kissing and licking her breasts, then sucking her nipples, her hand went between her legs, and found what it needed, and she began to slowly stimulate herself as her fantasy continued. Marissa was watching through half-closed eyes. She was as stiff as a corpse, afraid to move a muscle, lest she disturb the show that was unfolding before her. She concentrated on maintaining a steady breathing pattern, reinforcing the illusion of sleep. She wanted desperatly to reach down and touch herself, to do what Vicki was doing but she resisted. Her earlier spontaneous orgasm cooling her ardor sufficiently to allow what little resolve she possessed to endure. She clenched her fists and watched. Vicki was now well into her session and knew it wouldn't take long. She'd waited a long time for this, and her hunger was great. As her beast licked her brain, sending jolts of pleasure from her knot-hard nipples to her swollen clitoris, her experienced fingers quickened their pace, speeding her toward the relief she so badly needed. She tried not to move her hips as her orgasm approched, but it was just too sweet. As Marissa watched Vicki's hips begin to strain under the covers, she knew it would be over soon. She was fighting the battle of her life with her own beast, trying to keep her hand from going where it so desperately wanted to go. She felt the sensitivity in her own rampant clitoris, the blood-engorged glans having long ago escaped from between the folds of its protective foreskin. It begged to be touched. But no, not tonight. When her orgasm hit, Vicki was amazed by its intensity. As the waves of pleasure radiated outward, she tried her best to keep her hips from bucking, and from moaning out loud. She flaired her nostrils and breathed a long, low grunt of pleasure. As her contraction subsided and peace again returned to her body, she stretched and turned over. Her beast, bloated and satisfied, shrank and returned to its hiding place. Vicki, smiling slightly, fell asleep instantly. But Marissa had no such peace. As she heard Vicki's breathing return to the cadence of the truly asleep, she also turned over. But as she did she was acutely aware of the sensation in her painfully erect nipples as they brushed against the bedding. Marissa also felt bloated, but with yearning, not satisfaction. Exhaustion, not peace, finally brought the blessed escape of sleep. And her beast, knowing it had lost, returned unsatisfied to its hiding place. It was hungry, and in a foul mood. It hated to lose. Perhaps it had been too nice, too easygoing. Well, all that could change. Tomorrow it would up the ante. 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