Message-ID: <14958eli$9809020536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14958.txt> From: Mastwords1@aol.com Subject: NEW "The Sins of Vivian Chiang" Pt.1 JB Mast (young F) 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: <21890a5.35ec8092@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. 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.” (Part One) 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, emphatically. 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 used the word in their conversations but they’d all seen it scrawled on one of the brick walls at school the day before the school janitor discovered the graffiti and quickly washed it away. As she was riding her bike home, she was thinking about what Sister Celene 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. When returned home after school, she found a note from her mother on the kitchen table saying she’d be back soon, she’d gone shopping. Vivian went to her bedroom, turned her radio to her favorite rock and roll station and took off her blue and white school uniform. She was still thinking about the word pussy and wondering about female menstruation as she hung her clothes in her closet. Before she dressed in her casual clothes she stood in front of her full length bedroom mirror and looked at herself in her panties and bra. On an impulse, she took them off and stood there admiring her naked body. She listened to the beat of the music and cradled both breasts in cupped hands. Her nipples stiffened and she felt her first sexual arousal. She touched her nipples with her fingertips. She watched herself in the mirror and felt her heart begin to beat faster. She looked between her legs and thought about what she’d heard in school that day. “Pussy,” she said aloud to herself. Then she put her hand on her mound, petting the silken black hair. It felt like velvet. “Mmm,” she murmured. “How wonderful to touch it,” she thought. She moved her feet wider apart and tipped her pelvis up toward the mirror. The lips of her vulva were swollen. She spread them so she could see the opening of her vagina. For the first time in her life she slowly pushed one of her fingers into her sex. It felt so warm and wet and she was so excited by this strange new feeling she withdrew her hand quickly. Emotional and physical feelings surged up inside her, mixed with guilt and the excitement of doing something for the first time. Her heart race as she inserted the middle finger of her hand back inside her vagina. She carefully explored it, savoring the pleasure, rubbing her finger along the crease of her vagina, from deep between her legs to the top where she discovered something Sister Celene had barely mentioned. Her little clitoris. When she touched it, shivers ran through her entire body. She jerked involuntarily, as if she’d touched an exposed electrical wire. Then she saw the first evidence of red blood oozing from inside her. It arrived accompanied by a strong odor which heightened her arousal. She wanted to continue but hermother was due home soon. She wiped herself clean in the bathroom. She got dressed her casual clothes and waited for her mother, watching television in the family room. When her mother came home she couldn’t wait to tell her. “, I got my period today, Mom, only about half an hour ago!” Vivian told her mother she had discovered it changing clothes. She mentioned nothing about touching herself in front of the mirror. Vivian decided that would be her little secret. Her mother comforted her and reminded her how they’d discussed this before, that it was only a natural phenomenon all women experience. “My little girl. You’ve become a woman today, Viv. A woman.” She took her to the bathroom and opened a box of sanitary napkins. Viv pulled down her panties and wiped her weeping. Her mother brought her some clean underwear and showed her how to place the sanitary napkin inside her panties. She hugged her daughter and repeated, “My little girl is growing up. You’re a woman now, dear.” Then she added, “But remember, you’re not an adult yet. You’ll still be mommy’s little girl for a few more years.” And she was, with one exception, more the habit of adult women than “mommy’s little girls.” She became an obsessive masturbator. She shared her new found joy with no one, not even her best friend Amanda. When she got out of bed in the morning, she went to the bathroom, locked the door and took off her panties and the long T-shirt she used for pajamas. She quickly spread her legs in front of the mirror. As she put the fingers inside her pussy every nerve-ending in her body began to tingle and shimmer. Her orgasms began to come more rapidly She sometimes put her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds, moaning she could not control. Her brother, Scott, banged on the door to hurry her along on some days she took longer to come but he had no idea why she spent so much time in the bathroom. At noon, before Vivian went to the cafeteria, she closed herself inside one of the stalls in the girl’s room, dropped her panties and played with herself. Somehow doing it there in a semi-private place, made it even more exciting to her. A few days a week Vivian masturbated before lunch and later about 2:00 pm during trips to the bathroom during school. She returned to the girl’s room quickly after school to masturbate again. And whenever she was alone at home she played with herself in front of the bathroom mirror until she writhed in paroxysms of orgasm. And she never missed a night of doing it in bed before drifting off to a deep, satisfied sleep. She often dreamed about playing with herself. Less often she dreamed of her boyfriend Anthony playing with her sex. She had gone on casual dates for the past couple of years with Anthony but their relationship was more social than sexual. She told him she was a virgin and planned to be so until she gave herself to her husband in marriage. Anthony respected her wishes, though he frequently confided how frustrated it made him not to be able to “do the deed” with her. He seemed to accept it, taking some satisfaction in his status as the boyfriend of the most beautiful girl in school. Viv thought if she hadn’t learned to love masturbation so much she may have allowed Anthony to go further with her. They petted heavily at times but she never did more with him than that. She enjoyed hearing Anthony praise her beauty but found it equally exciting to be admired by all the other boys at Saint Mary’s. Her orgasms became more frequent as she gained experience and discovered touches that intensified her pleasure. She wondered if she could do it in class without being discovered. After returning from her pleasure trips to the bathroom she often felt an urge to touch herself Her urges were prompted by the little humps between the legs of the boys. She crossed her legs and dangled one leg over the other while pretending to be listening to the teacher. She tried to squeeze her pussy until she came by jiggling her leg but was never able to master this trick. By the time Vivian was 19, she was the most beautiful Chinese girl in school. As she became more curvaceous and enjoyed increasing attention from the boys, the Japanese and Korean girls became jealous and gossiped about her in private. She wore her shining black hair long and straight. Her body was a near perfect 34-24-36. It was covered discreetly and demurely in her school uniforms. She appeared to be a conservative girl, well groomed and well behaved. But she was very different than the other girls in a way none of them ever suspected. By the time she was a senior at Saint Mary High School, Vivian Chiang was masturbating as often as seven times a day. Her outward demeanor gave no one even a hint of her private obsession. She attended Mass every week with her parents and faithfully went to confession. She asked God’s forgiveness for a variety of predictable human mistakes, common to most girl’s her age. She never mentioned how she pleasured herself to the Priest in the confessional. She wasn’t sure the church considered her favorite pastime as even a venal sin. But she didn’t ask, just in case it might be. She enjoyed it too much. She was an obedient daughter, brought home excellent grades to her proud parents and participated in a variety of school activities. Vivian was so outgoing and friendly she attracted a wide circle of girl friends. And to the boys, Viv--as they called her-- was one of the most popular girls in school because of her awesome beauty. They ogled her, lusted after her -- +----------------' 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>