Message-ID: <14897eli$9809011437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14897.txt> From: Mastwords1@aol.com Subject: NEW "The Sins of Vivian Chiang" Ch. 1 (F-very young) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5a23303e.35e89ed9@aol.com>> Warning: This story is for adults only. If you are a legal minor, you are not allowed to read it under any circumstances. This story is also copyrighted and cannot be reproduced for any purpose anywhere without the written consent of the author. You will appreciate the piece that follows much more fully if you read chapters one, two and three prior to this one. If you cannot find them on the news group or archives, the author will provide them via email. J.B.Mast encourages reader comments-- the primary motivators for writers of such things. The author is particularly interested in learning if these stories arouse his readers and to know if they want more. Email to Mastwords1@aol.com .............................................................................. ................................................... “The sins of Vivian Chiang” Ch. 1 By J.B. Mast When Vivian Chiang was 12 years old, she had a secret. Her parents were totally unaware of it. She shared none of it with her friends at school. The seeds of her secret obsession were planted unwittingly the day one of her teachers, conducted a lesson on sex education for Vivian and her sixth grade classmates at Holy Ascension School in Jakarta. Sister Celene used a long wooden pointer which she danced around on two large wall posters to show the wide-eyed audience of pre-adolescents the anatomy of males and females. She explained how sexual intercourse takes place, without graphic aids. The students had no problem visualizing the sex act. Most of them had whispered about it among themselves--inventing their own versions of how babies are made--long before the young nun presented the subject to the class. Some of the girls blushed and glanced at each other raising their eyes back into their heads as they listened to her describe the details of female anatomy. The boys particularly enjoyed her exposition of the vagina. Matt, one of the class clowns, raised his hand to ask a question he hoped would enhance his reputation for bravado and comedy. “Is that what you call the pussy, sister?” Matt’s face pulled into a wide smirky grin. Sister Celene exchanged her pointer for a long ruler she had on her desk and marched over to stand in front of the irreverent boy, glowering down at him. “Let me see your hand, Matt. Put it out here now.” Matt outstretched his palm, knowing all too well what was coming. The ruler came down with a resounding whack. Matt jerked his hand back and waved it in the air as if she had set it afire. He winced in pain. “That’s what we do to remind young men like not to use off color language-in this school or anywhere,” said the nun. “You know better than that. If I hear anything more of that kind of talk out of you or anyone else in this class I’ll march you down to Father Shaunessey’s office. Is that clear?” Matt scooted down in his chair and pushed his hands deep in his pockets. “And sit up straight, young man!” she added for good measure. The word pussy had occurred to Vivian at the same time Matt verbalized it to the class. She had heard boys whisper it in the hallways and on the playfield outside. Her girl friends--all except Sara--had never brought it up in their conversations but they’d seen it scrawled on one of the brick walls at school the day before the school janitor quickly washed it away. As she was riding her bike home, she was thinking about what Sister Celene had said about menstruation. It was a subject she had discussed with her girl friends because some of them had begun menstruating the previous year. One of them called it “the curse.” Vivian wondered when she would start her monthly bleeding. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>