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Subject: {ASSM} Lady Guinevere Chapter 3 (MF FF mf ff fant rom 1st teen cons inc bro sis oral)
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property
of the author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly
prohibited without the express written permission of the
author. (C)2004 By:Dark Vision.

The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity
to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex. It is intended
for adults only. If you are offended by material of this
nature, are under the legal age in your location to read
this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this
material, go no further.

The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@gmail.com

Chapter - Three

At school the next day, I talked with Cindy and told her
about the conversation my brother and I had the night
before.  She was flabbergasted, but pressed me for every
detail.  When we were in PE, I listened very closely to
Mary Jo and her friend talking.

After school I told Cindy that I heard Mary Jo say that
she was going to meet her boyfriend at the park that
afternoon.

"I wonder if she's going to give him a blow job."  Cindy
said.

"I don't know.  I don't really know what a blow job is," I
told her.

We got to our bus stop, got off and walked towards my house.

"Do you want to ride our bikes to the park and see if we
can find Mary Jo and her boyfriend?"  I asked.

"I can't; I have to help my mom do house work today,"
Cindy replied.

When I got home, my brother was at the table eating like
he did everyday after school.  I took an apple from the
refrigerator, sat down and began to eat it.

"Do girls really do that?"  Eddie said out of the blue.

"Do what, Eddie?"

"You know, what you said last night."

"You mean touch their pussies?"

Eddie blushed and nodded.

"I don't know if all girls do it, but some do," I said,
trying to act grownup about the whole thing.

"Oh."

I continued to eat my apple, getting up and tossing the
core into the trash when I was finished.

"Hey, Jen," Eddie called as I left the kitchen.  "Do you?"

I didn't answer my brother's question, deciding to let him
guess.  I went to my room, took off my school clothes and
put on cutoffs and a tight tee shirt.  Once I was dressed,
I went to the living room and stretched out on the floor to
do my homework.

On Friday, I heard Mary Jo talking to her friend in the
locker room.  Karri, Mary Jo's friend, asked her about her
boyfriend and what they did at the park.

"We just felt each other up," Mary Jo said.  "I wanted to
do more, but I got scared."

Mary Jo removed her skirt and I saw the strange underwear
she wore.  Her panties covered her in front, but her ass
was bare.  My curiosity got the best of me and I asked her
what they were.

"Haven't you ever seen a thong before," Mary Jo giggled.

Shaking my head, I said, "No."

"I just got these," she said, turning slowly so I could
get a good look.  "I love them because I don't have any
panty lines."

I nodded, told her they were very nice and went back to
getting dressed for PE.  After class, we all went into the
large shower room and stood under the water.  By now I had
studied all of the girls in my class, but noticed something
different about Karri.  Her pubic hair was shaved so that
only a thin strip remained.

"Did you see Karri's pussy hair?"  I whispered to Cindy on
the bus that afternoon.  "It looked like she shaved it."

"Yeah, I saw her."  Cindy giggled.  "I've seen girls on
the computer like that, but never in person.  I wonder why
she did it."

Neither one of us could figure why a girl would want to
shave there.  I had only shaved my legs once, even though I
didn't really need to.

After getting off the bus, I invited Cindy to come over on
Saturday to swim and hang around.  She said she'd ask her
mom and we separated, her going toward her house and I to
mine.

That night, Dad and Eddie went to the store after dinner
and left Mom and I to do the dishes.  While we stood at the
sink, I asked her about what I had seen in the locker room.

"Mom, why would a girl shave down there?"  I asked,
pointing at my crotch.

"I do it so my pubic hair doesn't show when I'm wearing my
bathing suit," Mom answered as if I'd asked about the
weather.  "Why do you ask?"

"I saw a girl in PE today and she had it shaved.  I was
just wondering."

After a few minutes, I said, "Would you be mad if I did
that?"

"No, Jen, I wouldn't be mad."

After we finished cleaning up the kitchen, we went outside
and sat on the patio.  The evening was warm and there was
just the hint of a breeze.

"Can I ask you about something else I heard at school, Mom?"

"Sure you can, honey.  You can ask me about anything."

"What's a blow job?"

Mom gasped at my blunt question and said, "WHAT!"

I told her about overhearing the two girls talking in the
locker room and that I had no idea what they were talking
about.  I also told her what Cindy said she thought it was
and that I didn't believe her.

Mom's eyes were wide open as was her mouth.  She seemed to
have a little trouble breathing and I asked if she was okay.

"Yes, I'm fine.  I knew that I would have to have this
conversation someday; I guess I just wasn't ready.  Cindy
was correct; a blow job is where a woman puts a man's penis
in her mouth."

"Yuck!  Why would a girl want to do that?"

"Well, oh God this is hard, because some women like it."

"Do boys like it, Mom?"

Mom chuckled and nodded her head yes.

For the next hour and a half, Mom had THE talk with me.
This time she went into much more detail than she did the
first time we talked.  She told my about making love, oral
sex and being protected from disease and pregnancy.  I
listened intently to her as she did her best to explain the
facts of life to me.  When my dad and brother returned, she
told Dad to leave us alone.

When she was finished with her lecture, she added, "Just
remember that all of these things are for a man and his
wife.  You shouldn't do things until you're married."

I nodded and then shocked Mom when I said, "You did."

Mom was speechless.  She squirmed in her chair and tried
to figure out what to say to me.

"I can count, Mom.  I know that you had Eddie five months
after you and Dad got married.  I also know you were
seventeen when Eddie was born.  That means that..."

"Okay, okay, we both know what it means.  That doesn't
mean I shouldn't have waited."

I giggled and said, "Or at least have been protected."

That broke Mom up.  She began to laugh until tears were
running out of her eyes.

"Okay, young lady, that's enough about that.  Now I want
to ask you something.  Are you thinking about having sex?"

"NO, MOM!  I don't even have a boyfriend."

"Well," Mom said, her voice getting very serious.  "If you
EVER think you are going to do something like that, please,
please come to me first.  I know all about growing up and
the feelings a young girl gets.  I also know that sometimes
it's very, very hard to keep those feelings in check.

"I want you to feel like you can ask me about anything,
Jenny.  If you find you're getting feelings that you don't
think you can control, well, there are things that can be
done to prevent an unwanted pregnancy."

"You mean like condoms?"

"I mean like birth control pills.  Condoms are only good
if they get used.  Is there anything else you'd like to ask
me before we go in?"

I thought for a moment and then said, "Does Daddy like
that blow job thing?"

Mom blushed, grinned and said, "Yes, your father likes all
kinds of sex."

"How about you, do you like it?"

"Yes I do."

"How do girls get blow jobs?"

Mom laughed and said, "Well, it's different when a man
does it to a woman, but it's fundamentally the same.  A man
uses his mouth on a woman's vulva and clitoris."

I thought for a moment and then asked, "Does it feel good,
like when you touch yourself down there?"

"Yes, Jen, only better."

"Thanks for talking with me, Mom.  I feel so much better.
I asked Eddie about blow jobs and jacking off but he
wouldn't talk to me."

"Well, your brother is just shy.  If you have any
questions, ask me."

By the time Mom and I had finished our conversation, I was
feeling really strange.  I went to my room, closed the door
and flopped onto my bed.  My mind was reeling and my pussy
was tingling as I tried to commit everything Mom and I
talked about to memory.  Lifting my bottom off the bed, I
unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled them over my hips.

I kicked the cutoffs onto the floor and shoved my hand
into my panties.  After rubbing myself for a few minutes, I
removed the restrictive underwear and spread my legs wide
open.  My fingers moved over the puffy lips of my labia and
then between them.  I found my clit and began to rub it
rapidly with my fingertip.


That was my normal mode of masturbation, but that night it
didn't seem like enough.  I put my other hand between my
splayed legs and soon had all of my fingers working at my
sex.  In the past, I had played around my opening, but
never went too deep.  That changed when l slipped a finger
into my hole and pushed it in until I felt a pinching
sensation.

I surmised that I was pressing against my hymen and for a
moment I stopped masturbating long enough to do a little
exploring.  I couldn't see, but as I probed around I found
an opening in my membrane and slid my finger deeper.  Once
my finger was in as far as I could get it, I paused and
just savored the feeling.

The inside of my vagina was hot, wet and felt like velvet.
I moved my finger out and then back into my pussy, picking
up speed.  Once I gained some confidence, I began to rub my
clit as I fingered myself.

With very little practice, I found I could move my finger
in my pussy and rub my clit with the wrist of the same
hand.  This freed my other hand to fondle my boobs.  Not
wanting to remove my hand from my crotch to unfasten my
bra, I pushed it up over my tits and began to rub my
nipples.

It only took a few minutes for me to reach the best climax
to date.  My body shuddered and my ass bounced on the bed
as the wonderful feeling bathed my entire being.  When my
orgasm subsided, I lay panting, my finger still buried in
my sex.

I got up, straightened my bed and put on my nightshirt.
After picking up my panties to put them on, I changed my
mind and tossed them into the hamper.  I went to the
bathroom, showered and while I was drying myself, I looked
at the hair that covered my mons.  The hair on my head was
dirty blonde, but my pubic hair had begun to get darker.

Still stark naked, I took the handheld mirror from the
drawer in the counter and placed it on the closed toilet
seat.  I straddled the toilet and looked at the reflection
of my crotch.  I noticed that my labia were darker than the
rest of my skin and protruded.  Using my fingers, I pulled
the soft lips apart and gazed at my pink inner labia.  As I
pulled the flesh to the side, I spotted my hooded clitoris
and touched it with my fingertip.  I shivered in excitement
at my touch and the sight of my sex.

My bother knocked on the bathroom door and yelled for me
to hurry.  I put away the mirror, put on my nightshirt and
left the bathroom, scurrying past Eddie.  When I got back
into my room, I went to my dresser to get a clean pair of
panties and then decided to try going without.  I climbed
into bed, turned off my light and tried to go to sleep.

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