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From: daemos@my-deja.com
Subject: {ASSM} Teaching Anne, Part 1 {Daemos} (ff mast oral)
Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2001 20:10:04 -0500
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Teaching Anne, part 1 (ff mast oral)
by Daemos (daemos_01@email.com)

   Marianne stepped into her house in the suburbs, drenched from the
pouring rain.  Normally, she would be horrified to be seen in such a
state--her social group always expected her to be in perfect condition--
but since she was home alone for the time, she simply dropped her purse
and collapsed on her leather couch.
   She didn't expect anyone to come back for several hours.  Her
roommates all had afternoon classes, and probably wouldn't even risk
getting caught in this rainstorm.  So, Marianne thought, now would be a
good time to catch up on some of her reading.  She checked the phone
for messages--one from a secretary in her professor's office, but
mostly unimportant--then logged onto the net.  Her friends, while
outgoing, generally seemed uptight, so she didn't want them to catch
her visiting some sites.
   She opened two browser windows--one for her favorite hentai site,
the other for Deja.  It had been ages since she had read anything from
ASSM...so many posts to catch up on.  She checked, but the hentai site
had no new pictures, so she closed it out so conserve bandwidth.
Marianne skimmed the titles as she brushed a lock of her long, flame
red hair from her eyes.  Nothing jumped out at her demanding to be
read, so she just randomly picked one.
   "Ah, yes," she thought as she started the story.  This one picked up
quickly--there wasn't a long premise for actions, just get down and
dirty as soon as possible.  She glanced back up at the title bar to see
the author--no wonder, she thought, as she recognized the name.
Marianne had always been fond of his stories, and she didn't know why
she hadn't noticed it in the list.
   Marianne turned around once to make sure nobody had come in, then
turned back to her screen.  As she drank down the vivid descriptions of
the lead male character showering his girl with kisses, she absently
untied the halter behind her neck and let her top fall down.  Her black
bra was soaked through from the rain, and she reached back and unhooked
it in time with the man removing the womans bra in the story.  Marianne
began rubbing her nipples, the moisture from the rain providing an
unusual lubricant for her fingers.
   As the man moved down the womans body in the story, Marianne let her
fingers wander down her body.  She lifted her hips long enough to let
her navy skirt slide down her hips, then sat back down as she lightly
probed her slit with her finger.  As the man in the story worked on the
woman's slit, Marianne worked on hers;  as he began licking circles
around the clit, she traced circles around her own with her fingertip,
now moist from her own juices more than the rain.  She scrolled quickly
down the page, then started earnestly in with her fingers, shoving
three up her canal as she continue to circle her clit with her other
hand.
   Marianne moaned as she grew closer to an orgasm.  It had been a
while since she had been able to do this, and with her social standing,
it just wouldn't do for her to risk getting caught with a man, so she
was going to make it last as long as possible.  Her juices were flowing
freely now, and she managed to slide another finger in.  She hated to
stop her stimulation, but she had to scroll down...she reached her leg
up to push the keyboard with her toe.  Her thigh brushed up against her
clit, which almost set her off.
   Marianne had always wanted to taste her own juices but had always
been afraid to.  This time, she vowed she would experience it.  She
rotated her hand so she could use her thumb on her clit with four
fingers shoving in, then used her other hand to collect her own
fluids.  She raised her hand to her mouth, licking her juice from it,
then immediately went back to stimulation.  The woman in the story was
about to cum...and so was Marianne.  She was doing her best to hold on,
but couldn't slow her stimulation.  She let a long moan out as she
climaxed...
   ...then saw the reflection of Anne on the computer screen.  Anne
stood in the doorway, mouth hanging open in shock.  Marianne didn't
know what else to do, so she removed her fingers from her canal and
turned to face Anne.  Marianne's nipples were standing firm, and she
wanted so badly to continue, but knew she had to deal with Anne.
   "Wha...uhh...Marianne?"  Anne stammered.  Marianne took the time to
study Anne in this new light.  Anne was about 5 feet 5 inches, slightly
shorter than Marianne, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair she
always wore in a ponytail.  Her breasts were smaller than Marianne's,
but they were firm and were the talk of many of the guys on campus.
Especially unusual, since Anne was really a high school senior who had
moved in with friends.  She had an hourglass figure and could have been
Playboy Playmate of the Year.  Marianne had always fantasized about sex
with another woman, and knew she had to persue it this time.
   "Oh, hi Anne."  Marianne played it as if nothing was
unusual.  "So...how was your day?"
   Anne stood with a blank look on her face.  "Uhh...okay, I guess.
Marianne?  What's going on?"
   Marianne smiled.  "Let me show you."  She motioned for Anne to come
over.  Anne was just barely 17, but Marianne felt she could trust
her.  "Have you ever seen anything like this?" she asked as she
motioned toward the screen.
   Anne skimmed the screen, her eyes getting wider as she read the
description of the woman getting eaten.  Anne's tight shirt showed her
arousal as her nipples became hard and poked through the fabric.  She
finally tore her eyes from the screen, muttering, "Wow.  Wow."
   Marianne smiled at her.  "Have you ever had an orgasm?"
   Anne looked at her.  "Well, of course!  Uh...well, uhh...no."
   Marianne, who was still riding close to the edge, probed herself
with a few fingers and climaxed again right in front of Anne.  "Would
you like to?"
   Anne stared, then looked down, frowned for a minute, then finally
said,  "Uhh...could you...umm, help me?"
   "Of course."
   Marianne finished stripping and motioned for Anne to do the same.
She stood admiring Anne's wonderful body--she knew lots of guys would
kill just to get this view.  Once Anne stood fully naked, Marianne
could see she was already slightly wet.  "Now, I'll lead you through
this all.  Just relax."  Marianne leaned over to kiss Anne, probing
deep inside her mouth.  At first, Anne felt tense, not expecting to do
this with a girl, but soon relaxed as Marianne caressed her body.
   Marianne broke the kiss and motioned for Anne to set on the edge of
the couch.  "All you have to do is lay there, but move as much as you
want.  If you don't like it, tell me."  Of course, Marianne knew better
than to expect that.  She got down on her knees, giving her a full view
of Anne's pink slit.  Not only was she getting to have at least some
sex with a woman, it was an unspoiled one.  She leaned in and ran her
tongue across Anne's slit, soaking up some of her juices.  She had a
slightly different flavor, and Marianne enjoyed it more than she did
her own.
   Marianne continued licking for a moment, then reached up and placed
one hand up in Anne's canal as she started licking Anne's now-exposed
clit.  She first gingerly licked it, but then as she slid a second and
third finger up inside, she attacked it more directly with her tongue.
Anne's hips started to buck as her breathing got shorter and her juices
flowed more freely.  Marianne wanted to drink it all down, and kept
licking, scooping down every once in a while to drink.  Anne gasped,
then almost seemed to faint as she orgasmed.  Once she got control of
herself, she grabbed the back of Marianne's head, pulling her in
further.

   Wait, what was that sound....to be continued...


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