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The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic
descriptions of various sex acts. If you are not 18 years of age, or this
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Copyright Art_aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha)
Kristianna's First Masturbatory Explorations
After sucking Chris off on the bridge that day and walking him home (We told
his mother that Bradley Moore had attacked us.), we played a few video games
and then I told him I had to go. His mom was up and around and there wasn't
any chance of the two of us getting into his bedroom to mess around without
her checking on us every 10 minutes or so. Quite honestly, my pelvic region
ached. I'd gone to the bathroom at Chris's house to see if I'd done any
permanent damage and happily found none. I didn't exactly look, but wiped at
myself with a couple of kleenex's, feeling relieved when I didn't see any
blood and the pressure of my touch didn't make me want to scream in pain.
(Although it did feel kind of good and I did press the wad of tissue against
myself a few times past discovering I was okay, just because it felt nice.)
I walked home thinking about how Chris's dick had felt in my mouth. How it
had made me feel and how I had used my shorts to rub myself between my legs.
It had felt so good. Believe it or not, for all my reading of those
"Letters", I hadn't thought about masturbating. Oh, I'd touched myself just a
little through my underwear, but had stopped. I don't know why. I guess I
thought that only guys did it.
I asked Chris before I left if he did. He smirked and told me all guys did
and those that said they didn't were lying. I wondered how the hell it was he
knew those things then thought about his older brother. He with the knowing
smile on his face when Chris and I would emerge from his room from our face
sucking sessions. Chris asked me if I played with myself. "No!" I responded
sharply, "I've never touched myself! Why would I want to do that?" Chris
said that I could cumm. Not like he did of course, but that I could have an
orgasm too. If I'd let him, he would finger me there and show me how. But
not today because of his mom. I said maybe and kissed him goodbye.
Back home and in my room on the pretense of a nap, I thought about what he had
said. Girls could get off too. Not just girls, but me. I could get off. I
could get myself off. I could "play" with myself. Laying on my bed with the
radio on and the blinds closed I thought about his dick and the familiar ache
started again between my thighs. I had taken my shorts off and left my tee-
shirt and underwear on. My nipples stiffened and I wondered what they felt
like to Chris when he touched them. I liked it when he pinched them just a
little. So I moved my hands up and cupped my breasts. It felt nice. No, it
felt more than nice. I ran my fingers across the hardening nipples and felt
the thrill run down from them to that place between my legs.
"Letters" called it different names. A 'pussy' or a 'cunt'. 'Love-hole' was
a popular one in the late 70's and early 80's. I knew the name of it from
health class. 'Vagina'. It sounded almost funny, more than a little gross.
I'd heard some older girls talking about sex and one of them had referred to
it as a 'cunny'. The sex ed. discussion of the whole topic of female
sexuality had been very brief, focusing on pregnancy prevention really. ("Get
the guy to wear a condom if you're going to do 'IT'!") They mentioned the
clitoris in passing. The magazines that I read called it a 'clit'. I reached
under my bed and got one of those magazines. I'd only really read the
articles. (Something men claim but women never believe.) Now I needed to
look.
I opened the magazine to the centerfold and really looked at the girl for the
first time. Despite my age, I noted with more than a little pride, that my
boobs were bigger than hers. She had on a little lace teddy that she pulled
to the side to show her 'pussy'. I stared at it. Feeling very naughty as the
warmth crept down into my own pubescent little pussy. She had hair down
there. Although the vaginal lips were actually bald. I wondered absently if
that's the way pubic hair grew. I turned the page and looked as she spread
her legs for the camera. I could see two holes. Her butthole and her vaginal
opening. Using my finger I rubbed my nipple some more, sending nice feelings
down my body again. The ache grew deeper as I looked to the next picture.
Her long fingernails held delicately away, she fingered a little nub of flesh
at the top of her slit. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open a
little as she used both hands in the next frame, pulling her cheeks apart to
expose her puckered hole and gaping vagina. Her fingers appeared to be
teasing her clit and her butthole while she seemed to have sunk two manicured
fingers into her vagina.
My hand strayed to my own cotton covered pussy. The panties were soaking wet.
I wondered how I could have peed myself without even knowing it, then realized
that the moisture was slick. Not like pee at all. I lay back on the bed and
used one hand to play with my breasts. Bolder now, I explored my titties with
both hands, pinching the nipples a little and when I discovered how good that
felt, I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Relishing the heat that
spread from my actions to that wet place between my thighs. My hips moved
just a little as I pleasured my breasts. Mimicing the rhythm that Chris and I
got into when he layed on top of me and we kissed.
The ache grew large in my abdomen and seemed to center in my pussy. I reached
down and felt my lips through my underwear. They were still pretty bald, but
they seemed to have swollen. The touch of my fingertips across them made me
shiver and I pressed my hand against myself. It felt so good I did it a
couple more times. Then curiousity got to me and I slipped my hand into my
panties. First I felt the contours of my pussy, slick lips and all. The
touch of my hands seemed to make me wetter and hotter and the ache grew deeper
and almost hurt. I spread my legs but found that I was contrained by the
panties. Lifting my butt a little, I slid them off and continued my
exploration under the sheets. I spread my legs again and tentatively touched
myself. Working inward I marvelled at the sensations. I immediatly found my
'clit'. It was hard, engorged really. A stiff, sensitive little bud of flesh
that screamed pleasure when I touched it. Using my index finger I gently drew
circles around it.
The tightness built as I flicked the finger back and forth against it. That
was it. That was the right stimulation. I used some of the moisture from my
vaginal opening to lubricate my clitoris and continued the flicking motion
with my index finger. With my left hand I played with my nipples and was soon
rewarded with a funny tingling sensation all over my body, emanating from my
pussy. My hips bucked a little and I flickered my finger faster over my clit.
My pussy first seemed to tense up and the ache in my belly was like a fire,
then suddenly it was like a liquid fire was about to explode from my body and
I was a little scared that I was going to lose control of whatever this was
and pee the bed. My clitoris throbbed and I moaned a little as the radio
played "Satisfaction".
The fire exploded. It was like a volcano erupting from my little pussy.
Waves of pleasure seemed to flow from that little nub of flesh between my cunt
lips to every part of my body. My nipples tingled and I kept rubbing myself
as the tidal wave of sexual pleasure washed over me, taking with it that ache
that had lodged in my belly. My pussy spasmed seven or eight times really
hard and then kept spasming. Each little ripple less than the one before it,
but no less delicious. I lay there, panting and relishing the feelings that I
had brought about by my wandering hands. I had had an orgasm! A real orgasm.
I lay there for a few minutes and thought about what it would be like to have
Chris touch my pussy. I could feel the heat start again and smiled. I could
fix it. I could fix that dull ache that had made it's home in my belly for
the last couple of weeks. A little guiltily, I reached down and touched
myself, thinking as I did not of Chris and his dick in my mouth, but of the
model, touching herself. I wondered what it felt like to have something, a
finger, slide into my little virgin pussy hole. My experience on the bridge
had taught me a valuable lesson, pussies and fingernails don't mix. I got up
and grabbed the nail clippers, taking my nails down almost to the quick in my
haste. Once I finished I checked for sharp edges and filed down one ragged
nail.
Back in bed, I set about exploring my little friend once more. This time I
used both hands between my spread legs. With my right hand I teased and
flicked my already hard clit and with my left hand I began fingering my
vaginal opening. The intensity of the feelings slammed into me and I started
to work my middle finger instinctively into my tight, wet, little hole. I got
up to the middle knuckle before my hips started bucking with the force of my
orgasm. I feverishly worked my fingers over my clitoris as my pussy pulsed
for the second time with my newly found skills.
After it was over I wondered if I was going to go to hell for this. Or maybe
if it would cause some weird health problem. "So what?" I thought. And with
that began to stimulate myself yet again, this time on my stomach, butt high
in the air as I sought to penetrate my cunt just a little deeper this time
while my fingers massaged my slick clit. I hummed along with Glenn Frye as he
sung "Hotel California" as I brought myself off for the third time. It felt
just as good as it had the first time I'd done it. "I wonder how many times I
can do this in a day?" I said to myself as I panted lightly with my exertions.
I guess I finally fell asleep and was dreaming of big dicks again, squirting
cumm. This time though they were squirting globs of cumm onto spread open
pussies. I could feel myself getting hot again and wondered in the dream
whether I could play with myself. I woke with my hand sandwiched between my
legs as I lay on my side. The ache was back and I rolled over with a slight
smile and spread my legs to play with my wet pussy. The pressure built as I
moved my middle finger up to the middle knuckle only, in and out of my pussy
just to the point where I was about to cumm, then, "Kristianna?" my great
grandmother called from the other side of the door. "Kristianna? Are you all
right in there? Dinner's ready." she questioned and informed me in that
querelous voice I had come to hate. "I'll be right there." I called out then
muttering to myself, "Just as soon as I make myself cumm again!" She would
hate it if she knew what I was doing. She would tell me I was evil and bad.
Just like my mother. My anger fueled my pleasure a little, knowing I was
doing something that would make Lila go into a screaming fit. "Bitch!" I
exhaled as my hips jerked a little and I came with a blast of sensation that
made me grunt softly at it's force.
I got up and hastily kicked the magazine under the bed. I got a new pair of
panties from the bureau and noticed that the room smelled a little. Kinda
funny. Not bad really, but not like it normally did. I pulled on my shorts
and went down the hall to wash my hands in the bathroom. I could still
faintly smell something there and lifted my hands to my face. It was me! I
realized with a shock and a little bit of pride. I sniffed my fingers again
and relished the scent before I washed up and went to dinner. Grinning a
little as I anticipated bedtime.
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