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(M/f-teen, ped, 1st, mast) *** Part 1: An Unexpected Discovery My name is Claire. I recently turned thirteen-years old and am just finishing seventh grade. I am medium build, have long blond hair and big blue eyes. I am cute, popular and participate in everything from cheerleading to student council. I started puberty at the beginning of seventh grade. My body went from flat to very shapely. My butt is round, my waist is small, and my breasts have developed into nearly B-cups. My periods started few months ago and I recently started getting a little pubic hair but it is so light blond, my pussy looks bare. My outer pussy lips are still quite thin. At about the same time this was happening, I noticed something else. I felt anxious all the time. My body was in a constant stated of tension, especially when I was active – walking, running, jumping, or cheering. (I didn't recognize that it was sexual arousal at the time.) I never quite felt fulfilled, however. I chalked it up to the pubescent hormones I had heard about. Then one day I had an experience that caused me some concern. I was doing cheers at practice, performing a series of jumps and splits, when a weird feeling came over my whole body and I started to quiver and shake. The sensation centered at my pubic area but soon took over my whole body. It was not unpleasant yet I never felt anything like it before. I thought I should get it checked out. I was due to get a physical for summer camp so I thought I would mention it to my long time family doctor, Dr. Fredricks. Mom was working and since it was routine I went alone. When I entered the examine room, the nurse had me strip to my panties and put on a white gown. I sat alone on the table, waiting for the doctor. When the door opened I got a real surprise. Instead of old Dr. Fredricks, in entered a twenty-something year old handsome man. "Hi, I'm Doctor Roberts," he said. "Dr. Fredricks retired and I've taken over his practice. And I hope you don't mind, but nurse Julie had to leave unexpectedly so it will just be you and me, if that's okay?" "Yes that will be fine," I said, knowing I needed to get this physical today. Dr. Roberts gave me a very thorough exam and was very professional about it. He checked my ears, nose, and throat. When checking my heart and breathing, he even placed the stethoscope over my gown. Looking over my chart, he spoke. "Have you ever had a breast exam?" he asked. "I see you have recently gone through puberty and should probably have one." "Well if you think I need one, then okay. You're the doctor." I said. He started by putting his hands on the front of the gown, right on my thirteen-year old breasts. He seemed to take a long time feeling them. I thought I would be embarrassed but I was actually quite proud of my B-cups and was excited that a grown man appreciated them. I wondered what he thought? Then he took each one in his hands and examined them all over. As his palms brushed the fabric over my nipples, I felt them expand and harden. I wondered what he thought of that? When he finished, he took his hands away. "I should also do a pelvic exam," he said. "Do you still have your hymen? "Yes," I answered. "Well we better wait on that then," he said. He was almost done and said everything looked okay when he started checking my knee reflexes. As I crossed and uncrossed my legs, I started getting that anxious feeling again. "Is everything alright?" he asked, sensing my demeanor. Since he was a doctor, I decided to tell him my problem. "Ever since I reached puberty, I have been having strange sensations throughout my body," I said. "And yesterday, at cheerleading practice, my whole body seemed to explode." "And where are these feelings centered at?" he asked. "Right down here," I said, embarrassedly pointing to my crotch. "Let's take a look then," he said pulling up the bottom of the gown. When he did, Dr. Roberts got a good look at my panties. They were little white cotton bikini panties. I don't think he expected such sexy panties on a thirteen-year old and he seemed to take an extra long look at them. After that, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pulled them completely off. Not being a gynecologist, I don't think he got to see many vaginas, let alone a thirteen-year old one. As I said, my lips were thin little girl lips and had just a sparse coating of blond pubic hair on them. Using his hands, he examined my vagina all over. I could feel his fingers sliding up and down my slit. Using two hands, he spread my thin outer lips apart exposing my plushier inner labia. He felt it all over. He even started to put his finger inside my pussy hole but pulled back when he felt my hymen. I don't know why, but the exam was making me wet down there He studied my pussy for a long time and then spoke. "I think I see the problem," he stated. "Well really there are two problems. "First of all," he continued. "You have a really protrusive pubic mound. This is causing your vagina to tilt up and outward. It probably rubs on your clothing making you aware of what's down there. Many young girls have this and it should straighten out with age. "But examining further, I see something that is contributing to your situation even more," he said. "You have a very large clitoris, so large that it has expanded well beyond its hood. It seems to be permanently sticking out. With its size and the position on your protruding public mound, it is always front and center and most likely gets further stimulated by rubbing against your clothing, making you anxious and aroused, especially when you are active." "Where exactly is this?" I asked. Taking a mirror, Dr. Roberts placed it between my legs so I could see the large pink bud he was talking about. As he was explaining, his finger rubbed back and forth over my clitoris. It wasn't long before my whole body started to shake and then seemed to explode again. "And what was that?" I asked. "Should I be concerned when that happens?" "Well actually that was an orgasm," he explained. "Do you know what that is?" "Yes, I've read about them and learned about them is Sex Ed," I replied. "But I didn't know that's what they felt like. So should I be concerned I am having them?" "Not at all. Actually I think they can be the answer to your problem. Every time you feel anxious or tense, find a way to relieve yourself. It is probably the best way to deal with your unique physiology at this time," he explained. "What do you mean relieve myself?" I asked. "You know, rub your clitoris, like this," he described, taking my hand in his and placing it on my clitoris. I lay there without speaking, as he guided my fingers all over my engorged clit. I was happy to understand what was happening to my body and even happier about the suggested treatment. Soon my whole body was shaking again in what I now knew was an orgasm. After I calmed down, Dr. Roberts handed me my panties and I slipped them on. As he sat there making some notes on my chart, I sat up, removed my gown and started to get dressed. I noticed him stop for a moment and study my bare thirteen-year old breasts but I didn't care since he was my doctor and he already felt them. He said he would like to see me on a regular basis to check my progress and I readily concurred. I left finally understanding what had been happening to me over the last several months. *** Although I was happy to learn what to do when my panties and other clothing stimulated my clit, I wasn't always in a position to "relieve" myself. At home it was easy. In the privacy of my bedroom, I was able to rub myself to multiple orgasms nightly, thus "relieving" the stress of a whole day of my panties rubbing against my clit. One day, while doing my laundry, I discovered the joy of leaning my crotch against the vibrating washer. The spin cycle always had me cuming multiple times. That made me start to look for other vibrating options. The first thing I found was my electric toothbrush. It vibrated at such a rapid rate it made me cum almost instantly. I found a more relaxing option in the bottom of my old toy box. Mr. Cuddle Bear was a stuffed animal that gently vibrated, designed to make a young girl feel relaxed at night. I wondered if the inventors ever realized what an older girl could do with it? As easy as it was to take care of my condition at home, at school it was a different situation. Short of not wearing any panties at all, I was in a state of almost constant arousal with few opportunities for relief. I had to get pretty creative. In classes where you could pick your seat, I always chose the back row. With the slightest rocking of my body, I could take care of my needs without anyone the wiser. I think some of the boys around me suspected what was happening. My body sent off a subtle aroma of arousal. I saw many unintentional bulges in their pants. I made frequent trips to the bathroom stalls. I always had to be careful, especially about making too much noise when there were others present. Cheerleading turned out to be a very good outlet for me. The variety of poses, jumps, and splits caused my panties to rub me in all kinds of ways. Others mostly interpreted the happiness of my orgasms as school spirited enthusiasm. The only problem was the wet spot that always appeared on the crotch of my panties. But orchestra turned out to be my favorite time of day. You see I played the cello, the instrument, which was played between your legs. As I played, I would place it ever so closely against my crotch. As the music rose to a crescendo, so did my arousal. I almost always orgasmed before the end of the song. Mr. Brown, the conductor, often complemented me on my passion. And so it went at home and school. Though Dr. Roberts showed me how to relieve the tension myself, I wondered if I could experience even more relief by getting a helping hand, like when Dr. Roberts rubbed me. *** That first helping hand came by way of my gym teacher Ms. Smith. Ms. Smith was a tall blond woman with a fauxhawk haircut, in her twenties. She was very hands-on in her teaching methods, especially with us girls. One day I was coming down the rope in the corner of the gym and I started to slip. Luckily Ms. Smith was there holding the rope and she caught me. When she did, her hand slipped up my lose shorts and landed right on my clit. Being already aroused from all the physical activity, the feel of her hand caused an immediate orgasm. She seemed both surprised and pleased at this. Over the next few weeks we managed to repeat this while she helped me with a variety of exercises and activities. I came to enjoy these "accidental" touches. One day after class she asked me into her office. "Claire," she said. "I see that you have the same condition that I used to have." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, I think you know?" she said. "I've noticed your behavior lately. It's just like mine used to be." "Sorry, I can't help it," I said. "I always feel, anxious." "You mean, aroused don't you. I totally understand. I'm going to show you something," she explained pulling down her sweat pants. When she did, I was face-to-face with her panties. I could see right away that her pubic mound also protruded, though not nearly as much as mine. And even through the panties, I could see the outline of the nub that was her clitoris sticking right out. It was even bigger than mine. "I know what it's like to be constantly on edge," she confessed. "It was an even bigger problem when I was young and my pubic mound protruded much more. That part got smaller as my body changed but my enlarged clit still remains. I have to constantly find ways to relieve myself in secret, just like you. Perhaps we can help each other, if you promise to keep it our little secret." "What do you mean?" I asked. Taking my hand, she placed it inside her panties on her clit while sliding her other hand inside my shorts and panties. When I did not pull away, she started rubbing my clit, It was exciting rubbing another person's clit while she rubbed mine. It was much better than just rubbing myself. There was the anticipation of having another persons' hand touch just the right spot. Soon we were both exploding in orgasms. It was just what we needed yet we were now both even more turned on. "Claire," Ms. Smith said. "As long as we both have the next period free, would you like me to show you something really neat that people with our condition can do?" "Yes, I only have study hall next," I said. "Okay follow me," she said, walking over to a mat on the office floor. As she did, Ms. Smith stripped completely. Seeing this I did the same. I took a moment to study her body. Her outer lips were more mature and she had a lot more hair down there, but clits were strikingly similarity in size. Her breasts were twice as large as mine. They were probably 36D's. As she guided me to her side on the mat, our breasts pressed into each other's. I really never realized how sensitive my nipples were, probably because I was obsessed with my clit. But against hers, they tingled. As we lie on the floor naked, embracing each other, she started her demonstration. "Because of our large clits and especially your protruding pubic mound, we can do something easier than most females," she started. "It's called "tribbing" or "scissoring". Have you ever heard of it?" "No," I replied. "It's when two females wrap their legs around each other and press their clits together," she explained. "Because our clits are so big, that should be easy for us. Would you like to try it?" "Absolutely!" I answered, jumping at the chance for a new way to have my clit rubbed. With that Ms. Smith spread her legs as I slid mine between them. She was right. Our clits made immediate contact. And unlike just our hands, the sensation was electric. There were a thousand tingles dancing all over my clit. Besides the physical sensation, I started feeling an emotional component. I was feeling very intimate towards Ms. Smith. It was not a lesbian type of feeling. I knew I was becoming increasingly attracted to the opposite sex. It was more of the closeness of two people filling each other's needs. At one point Ms. Smith started giving me an open mouthed kiss. I politely pulled away, signaling that this was a not a romantic thing. She understood, and just continued grinding her clit against mine. I could tell she didn't want to miss out on a chance to be with a young girl, a thirteen-year old one. Our pussies were getting wet and there was a pungent order in the air. After a while, the sensation was too much for us. My body started shaking like it never had before as we both exploded in an orgasm. I did then lean up and give her a "thank you" peck on the lips. She gave me a "your welcome" smile. "You know," Ms. Smith said. "I can assign you as my gym helper and you can come back to my office after class every day, if you want?" I wanted and I did… *** As seventh grade was coming to a close, there was a year-end dance in the gym for all the seventh and eight grade students. I didn't really have anything of my own to wear so I borrowed one of my older sister's dresses. It was a short, low-cut black cocktail dress. Underneath I wore a pair of black satin bikini panties and was braless on top. I applied a light coat of face make-up and some heavy red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, I felt real grown up. Most of us hadn't started dating yet and we all went as a group taking turns dancing with everyone. The evening started out with lots of fast dancing. Of course you know what that did to me. I couldn't wait for the slow dancing. I started slow dancing with some of my seventh grade classmates. They were awkward and didn't hold me as close as I wanted. I tried pushing my body in closer but they didn't get it. And then I danced with one of the eighth grade boys, Lance. As I wrapped my arms around Lance, he knew how to pull me close. The feel of my B-cup breasts must have turned him on for soon I felt the bulge in his pants, digging into my crotch. It was hitting me in just the right spot, right on my clit. The more we danced, the more anxious, I mean aroused, I was getting. Lance seemed to be getting excited too. Soon I lost control and my body shuttered in an all out orgasm. I was embarrassed and pulled away from Lance. Lance, however, did not let me go. Instead he led we away with him, out of the gym into a dark hallway of the school. Once there, he pulled me against him and started making out with me. He was the first boy I ever kissed and I didn't quite know what to do. It turned out that he was a good teacher. He opened his mouth and I followed suit. When he fed me his tongue I fed him mine back. Then I started teaching him. I put my hands on his butt and pulled his pelvis into mine. Then I ground my clit into the bulge that I knew was his penis now, again. It was feeling really good and then he stepped it up a notch. Putting his hand down, he reached under my dress and started rubbing my pussy over my satin panties. Due to my protruding pubic mound, it landed right on my clit. The rubbing and grinding combined with our heavy making out caused an orgasm the likes of which I never felt before. Before I had another chance to be embarrassed again, he took my hand and put it on the bulge in the front of his pants. This was another first for me. I had never felt a boy's penis nor ever even wanted to, but I was so turned on now, there was nothing I wanted to do more. As I felt it all over, I could tell it was really big, much bigger than those of the seventh graders I was dancing with. I wanted a better feel so I slid my hand into his pants and started rubbing over his underwear like he did to me. It wasn't long before I felt his body shutter and felt a hot, wet spot on the front of his cotton briefs. Although I was not very experienced at this, I did know that I must have made him cum. Since both my panties and his pants and underwear were wet, we couldn't go back into the dance so we slipped out a side door and he walked me home. Along the way we talked and agreed to meet next week. I knew I was ready to see and feel my first bare cock and I wanted to feel another male hand against my bare pussy and clit. Unfortunately something came up and we couldn't get together. The school term was over and I was off to summer camp for a month so I didn't get to feel my first bare cock. That would change, however, when I went to camp… To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 83