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From: Mr Slot <dalech33@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "I Was A Teenage Nymphomaniac" by Mr Slot (Naive Nympho)    (ff, fm, Ff, Mf, incest, etc)
Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 16:10:07 -0500
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The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts 
and possibly sex.

Do not read if you are not legally permitted. I don't want the 
police on my front doorstep.

You are welcome to read but please don't distribute without my 
permission.

Feel free to make any comments to the author.
Send E-Mail to dalech33@hotmail.com

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This story is in response to the Conjugate Na ve Nympho 
Challenge. It covers pretty much every story code you can think 
of except for WS, Scat, and Beast. 

Well she is a nymphomaniac after all.

As always I would like to thank Ruthie for her masterful 
editing. You're one in a million Ruthie, I don't think I could 
ever convey how much I appreciate your guidance.

I would also like to thank Katie for encouraging me to get this 
story done. Take a 14-year-old out of petty cash, Katie.

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I Was A Teenage Nymphomaniac (ff, fm, Ff, Mf, incest, etc...) 


Dear Diary.

Sunday, March 12.

It's my birthday today, Diary. I'm fourteen, yay me! Daddy says 
that I'm a big girl now, and it must be true because he keeps 
looking at my boobies while he says it. Last night while we were 
in the shower he showed me how to get them extra clean. He even 
showed me how to get really clean down there, and I must be 
doing it right because it felt really good. 

Today I'm going to celebrate my birthday with all my friends. 
Tomorrow I'll let you know how it went, Diary.


Monday, March 13.

Wow, what a birthday I had, Diary. My best friend, Connie, came 
over two hours before the party. She wanted to give me her 
present and just couldn't wait. She calls it a vibrator and 
offered to show me how it works. She told me to get naked and 
lie down on the bed. Then she pressed a button on the vibrator 
and it started to make these strange sounds. She told me to 
relax while she put it somewhere extra special. Turns out it was 
the same place that Daddy had so much fun cleaning for me.

Golly! It sure did make life interesting there in my bed. It was 
so much fun that I just had to yell out with joy. Mum must have 
heard because she came rushing in to see what was going on. You 
can imagine the surprise on her face when she saw the wonderful 
birthday present Connie gave me. Mum was so pleased with Connie 
that she asked her to show her how it works. Next thing you knew 
both Mum and I were lying on the bed together and having a 
wonderful time. I guess we both got a little noisy but we were 
having such a great time. 

Daddy came in to see what was going on and he sure looked happy 
to see Mum and me having so much fun. He asked if he could join 
in and I just couldn't say no, so Daddy got undressed and joined 
us in bed. He told Connie to keep playing with Mum while he 
showed me that he had his own vibrator. It was even attached to 
his body. How handy is that? He popped that vibrator in and boy, 
did it ever get going. Before I knew it I was making even more 
noise than before. This was turning out to be a great birthday, 
but then Mum noticed that my friends would be arriving soon so 
we all got dressed and went downstairs.

It's a good thing Mum was keeping an eye on the time, because no 
sooner had we gotten downstairs than I heard noise outside. I 
opened the door and there was Billy and Kevin. They must have 
been in a hurry to get here cause they were all sweaty and 
flushed in the face. I looked outside and there was a ladder 
lying in the front yard, right under my bedroom window. I guess 
Billy and Kevin had been moving it for me, which is a good thing 
because someone might have climbed up and peeked through my 
bedroom window. Wouldn't that have been embarrassing, Diary?

Casey and Melanie arrived next, and they must have run all the 
way from their place too. Casey and Melanie are brother and 
sister, so they would have come together. I noticed that Melanie 
had some leaves in her hair so I guess they must have taken a 
shortcut through some bushes or something. Casey must have been 
in a really big hurry to get to my party because he forgot to 
tuck in his shirt and zip up his fly. 

Lots more people arrived after that but I was too busy opening 
presents to greet them all personally. Connie offered to greet 
them for me, but she kept disappearing every now and then. She 
was supposed to be taking peoples coats but sometimes she would 
take ages putting the coats in the downstairs bedroom. It was a 
good thing that she would take a boy in to help her, otherwise 
it would have taken forever.

Oh, Diary, do you remember Tammy? She got into so much trouble 
at the party. I don't know what exactly it was that she did 
wrong but it must have been pretty bad. I found her in the den 
with Daddy. He had her knickers down around her ankles and he 
was spanking her with a ping-pong paddle. It must have really 
hurt because she was moaning and groaning a lot. Daddy's not a 
bad man though. Once he saw she had learned her lesson he got 
some sort of lotion and started rubbing it into her red butt. I 
guess he had a bit of trouble getting it into all the best 
places because he took off his pants, put a heap of lotion on 
his prick (Connie told me that men have pricks, not vibrators) 
and stuck it into her arse. You would think that Tammy would be 
grateful for Daddy taking all that extra effort but she just 
swore at him and told him he was a bastard and even used the "F" 
word. Funny thing is, it sounded more like she wanted him to 
hurry up because she kept saying, "Faster" and "Deeper," and to 
do her like a whore. I don't know if Daddy was doing it right 
because I don't know what a whore is, but whatever he did she 
just yelled louder and louder. I decided it would probably be 
best to just leave them alone. 

When I got back to the party something very interesting was 
happening. Mum and Connie had arranged some party games for the 
guests. They had this interesting game that was like blind man's 
bluff. They blindfolded Anita then got her to kneel down. Connie 
got all the boys to line up in front of her and made them take 
their pricks out of their pants. Then Anita opened her mouth and 
the boys took turns putting their pricks in her mouth. After 
each boy did it Connie asked Anita to guess who it was. I 
couldn't believe it, Diary, Anita got every single one right. 
How good is that?

After all the presents were opened, and the party games were 
finished, Mum told everyone it was time for the birthday cake. 
Then she went into the kitchen with Daddy and brought out this 
big ice-cream cake. It looked wonderful, Diary. Mum told me that 
seeing as I was the birthday girl I had to get undressed and to 
lie down on the table, then Mum and Dad spread the ice-cream 
cake all over my body. Golly Diary, by the time they were 
finished I was totally covered in it and it was so cold that my 
nipples stood up really high, but fortunately no one was 
bothered by it. Everyone was invited to have a piece of cake, 
but they weren't allowed to use their hands. They had to eat it 
straight off my body. It took a while, but eventually every last 
piece of cake was eaten. A lot of cake must have slipped down 
between my legs because heaps of people spent a lot of time down 
there, especially Connie.

After all that everyone went home while Mum, Dad, and I had a 
shower together to get all the stickiness off my body. I have 
the best parents, because they weren't satisfied until they had 
personally cleaned every last nook and cranny. Then they said 
that because I was such a big girl now I could spend the night 
in their bed.


Friday, March 17.

Hello, Diary, it's me again. What a week I had at school. 
Everyone heard about my birthday party and now I am really 
popular, especially with the boys. Even Mr. Blakemore is paying 
extra special attention to me now. He called me in for detention 
on Wednesday even though I hadn't done anything wrong. I was 
real worried until I found out that he just wanted to show me 
this neat trick I could do with his prick. Did you know that if 
you suck on a prick it gets hard? And that if you keep sucking 
all this white stuff comes out. I figure it must be something 
really important because it made Mr. Blakemore moan really 
loudly and fall down onto his chair. I thought for a while that 
maybe I had hurt him, but then he said that if I stayed after 
school every Wednesday and did this trick with him I would pass 
all my classes. How cool is that? Connie is going to be so 
jealous. She's always telling me how she wishes she could get 
better marks.


Monday, March 21.

Jimmy Mathis had been giving me funny looks lately. He looks at 
me like I'm holding something he really, really wants. Tomorrow 
I'm going to talk to him and find out why he looks at me like 
that.


Tuesday, March 22.

Well that was certainly interesting Diary. I finally got up the 
nerve to ask Jimmy why he stares at me the way he does. He told 
me that he wants to get into my panties. Imagine that. So I 
brought him home with me after school and took him upstairs to 
my bedroom. I asked him if he still wanted to get into my 
panties and he said, "Yep."

So I let him.

He tried on four pairs of my panties, two of my bras, and every 
pair of high heels I had.

Jimmy is a very strange boy.


Friday, March 24.

Hello, Diary, it's me again. Connie has been begging me to tell 
her how I keep passing all my classes. I've been so bad, Diary, 
I keep teasing her about it, and then I told her that I would 
share my secret if she did that really neat trick on me with the 
vibrator again. You should have seen her eyes light up, Diary, I 
guess she really wanted to know my secret. That afternoon she 
came around to my place carrying this big paper bag with "Madame 
Lash's Toy Store" written on the side. I never heard of a toy 
store called "Madame Lash" before, Diary. It must be one of 
those shops in the new mall.

Anyway we headed straight up to my room and I sat on my bed 
while Connie showed me what was in the bag. She pulled out this 
interesting bundle of leather straps, which she said was 
actually some sort of strange clothing. I couldn't wait to see 
how someone would wear such a thing, so when Connie told me to 
get undressed I did what she said quick smart. Connie helped me 
to put it on and I'll be honest, Diary, I don't think it's a 
well-made garment. It didn't cover any of my private bits - in 
fact it seemed to purposely avoid them. Some of the straps 
completely circled my boobies without actually covering them, 
but they did make them stick right out so it wasn't all that 
bad. Connie then told me she had to do up some buckles but she 
must have got them wrong, Diary, because when she finished I 
discovered that I couldn't move my arms or legs. Connie got it 
so wrong that she had actually managed to tie my ankles to the 
bedposts. How silly is that? I would have told her that she had 
made a mistake but the red ping-pong ball in my mouth made it 
really hard to talk.

Connie reached into the bag again and pulled out more leather 
stuff. She said this was what she was going to wear. She quickly 
got undressed and put her new clothes on. Wow, she looked really 
good in it. She had the same straps around her boobies as I did 
and they were really standing tall and proud. Just looking at 
them made me feel all funny inside. She wasn't finished getting 
dressed though because she reached into the bag again and pulled 
out this big black vibrator type thingy. You should have seen 
it, Diary. It was huge.

Connie sat down on a chair and started to attach the vibrator to 
this little leather pouch type thing on the front of her 
panties. There must have been a hole there because the vibrator 
slid right in. I guess it was a good fit because Connie sighed 
with satisfaction as she did it. Then she stood up and came over 
to the bed with that big old vibrator wobbling away in front of 
her. It sure looked funny, Diary.

She got up onto the bed and knelt down between my legs with the 
tip of the vibrator just touching me down there. Connie asked me 
if I really wanted her to do it, and I found myself nodding. She 
just smiled and leaned forward, then she started to do the up 
and down thing like Daddy sometimes does when I'm a really good 
girl. Oh boy, did it ever feel good, Diary. Connie and I made a 
lot of noise that afternoon. When it was all finished Connie 
asked me to tell her my secret, and I was just so happy I 
couldn't resist. She asked me to ask Mr. Blakemore if he would 
let Connie join me on Wednesday afternoons, so I told her I 
would.


Monday, March 27.

Guess what, Diary. I caught Ms. Lincoln in the gym class with 
the football team. I'm not exactly sure what it was they were 
doing but I'm pretty certain it wasn't football practice. They 
were all naked and each boy was taking turns kneeling behind Ms. 
Lincoln. The boy would move back and forth really quickly for a 
couple of minutes then get up and let someone else have a go. I 
walked right up to Ms Lincoln and asked her what was going on. I 
guess it wasn't something she was supposed to be doing because 
she got all embarrassed. But then when I asked if I could have a 
go she quickly regained her composure. She told me to get 
undressed and kneel down beside her on the exercise mats. Then 
one of the boys knelt down behind me and put his prick inside 
me. Boy did it feel good, Diary. So did the next boy, and the 
next, and the... well you get the idea. 

After a couple of hours all the boys were lying around, panting 
away like they had just run a couple hundred laps around the 
oval, but Ms Lincoln and me were still full of energy. She lay 
down on her back and asked me to sit on her. I didn't know what 
good that would do but I did it anyway. It's always a good idea 
to do what a teacher says. But when I sat down Ms Lincoln said, 
"No, not like that, sit on my face." So I turned around and sat 
on her face, and then she started licking me down there.

Oh my goodness, Diary, did that ever feel good. Before I knew it 
I was making a lot of noise. Then Ms. Lincoln asked me to do the 
same thing to her. I guess I must be a fast learner because she 
was moaning and groaning in no time at all. After we finished I 
looked at my watch and realised I was going to be really late 
for Ms. Loam's history class. Ms Lincoln told me not to worry. 
She would take care of it seeing as Ms Loam was a rug muncher 
too. I'm not sure what that means, Diary, but as long as I don't 
get into trouble it's okay with me.


Friday, March 31.

You're not going to believe this Diary, but Connie and I are in 
a heap of trouble. Last Wednesday when I had my usual afternoon 
meeting with Mr. Blakemore I brought Connie along with me. I 
guess it was okay to bring her because as soon as Mr. Blakemore 
saw her dressed in her special little leather outfit he started 
drooling. Of course I couldn't let Connie have all the attention 
so I wore my leather outfit as well. Mr. Blakemore saw that I 
couldn't get all the buckles done up by myself so he offered to 
help. Wasn't that nice, Diary? But it looks like he's just as 
bad at doing up buckles as Connie is, because he got my arms 
stuck as well. It didn't really bother me though, cause it 
didn't hurt all that much, in fact it felt kind of nice.

Connie gave him a hand to tie me down to the desk, and then Mr. 
Blakemore took all his clothes off and started to do the up and 
down thing on me. I was making all sorts of strange noises but 
not so much that I didn't see Connie put on her special big 
black vibrator thingy. Then she snuck up behind Mr. Blakemore 
and just when he was getting that funny look on his face, the 
one where he's just about to shoot all that white stuff 
everywhere, she jammed that big vibrator right up his arse. Oh 
boy, Diary, did his eyes ever get big. He started moving up and 
down faster than the energiser bunny with fresh batteries. Then 
he started to make these strange gurgling noises and clutching 
his chest. I thought it was just some new game he was playing 
but when he fell over and didn't get up I knew we were in 
trouble.

Connie went to get help, but I thought it was a little rude to 
leave Mr. Blakemore just lying on top of me like that. The 
school nurse came running and soon saw that Mr. Blakemore was 
not feeling well at all. She called for an ambulance and they 
came to take him to hospital, but just as they were leaving the 
police arrived. They told Connie and me that we had been very 
bad girls for making Mr. Blakemore sick like that, and that we 
should be punished. Then they all lined up to give us a 
spanking, the police, the ambulance drivers and the school 
nurse. I didn't understand why they all had to be naked to do 
it, but they're adults so I guess they know a lot more than me. 
Then the chief of police came in and told us that Mr. Blakemore 
was so sick he was never going to be able to teach again. He 
also said that if we didn't want to get into trouble we would 
have to come down to the police station immediately and show him 
exactly what we did.

I guess I won't be passing any more classes, Diary.


It's been a really interesting month, Diary. I can't wait to see 
what happens in April.


The End.




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