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Subject: {ASSM} "Big Kids' Toys" by Kadin (m/f, mast, first)
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This is my first ever post to ASSM, and I hope you enjoy reading it. It is
an older story which I wrote several years ago, and although I could
probably do a slightly better job if I were to rewrite it today, I still
find it titillating enough to post. I do not restrict myself to any one
genre within erotica, so if this particular story does not coincide with
your tastes, perhaps the next one will. My only strict moral is that I only
write stories with an arguably positive personal outcome if I include a
young adolescent as a major character. The world has enough true stories of
young people being damaged as a result of sexual encounters, I will not add
to them.
Anyone may have permission to repost, print or archive this work for
nonprofit purposes, should they want to. I reserve the right to grant
permission for commercial distribution.
If you like this story, drop me a line at kadin@NOSPAMunbounded.com. Remove
"NOSPAM" first, though. And if you don't like it...well, tough.
If you're not mature enough to handle erotic material which contains
consensual sexual acts between people of different genders, leave, or better
yet, seek therapy.
I am looking for a better title for this story--if you have an idea, send me
a message. If this work gets positive feedback, I will revise and perhaps
continue it.
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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. READ IT AS SUCH.
"Big Kids' Toys" by Kadin
I have known Jennifer for as long as I can remember, and for almost as
long, Jennifer and I have enjoyed occasional sexual experiences. It seemed
altogether logical to me that these experiences would continue on a
different level as a preteen, teen and young adult. These experiences ,
which halted around the ages of 9 or 10, resumed when I was 13, generally in
the form of Jenn letting one or both of her bathing suit straps down
OEinadvertently while we were in the pool. The experience which stays in my
mind most, however, is one that occurred one time when we were staying
overnight at her house and her family was away for several hours. We had
been playing OEbox-hunting for interesting things, in the basement of her
home when we found a box marked OEStimulatron. After several minutes of
perverse joking as to the reason for the device s presence, she volunteered,
jokingly, to be the first OEvictim. I, who had been looking over the device,
responded,
Are you serious?
To which she gave a classic non-answer, Why, do you want to?
Do you?
Maybe, do you?
Only if you want to.
This carefully controlled conversation continued, almost like a ritual,
for it was obvious that both of us were intensely curious and wanted wanted
to try the device. Finally it was decided to try it. Since I was the most
mechanically oriented it was decided by mutual consent that I would run the
machine first to figure out how it worked. I read off the first page of the
bound manual, which contained a list of necessary materials, most of which
were available in the medicine cabinet. Jenn offered to find them while I
brought the machine in to the guest bedroom.
The machine resembled a small car-battery charger. On the front panel of
the device were several switches and two major dials. One of the switches
selected input voltage, American or European, and the other was off and on.
Also on the front panel were two unmarked jacks, like the big quarter-inch
headphone jacks on old stereos. As I looked through the box, I could find
only two items with a matching plug, each wrapped in plastic and marked
Stimulatron probe, Unisex, Adolescent, Size Large. Sterile before opening.
I tore open one of the packages, curious. There was about six feet of
cord, with the stereo plug on one end and the probe on the other. The probe
was a shiny, black plastic cylinder about six inches long and about one in
diameter. At one end it was rounded and from the other protruded the cord.
Along most of the length, about two-thirds of an inch apart, ran two
metallic strips, which I concluded to be the conductors. Printed on the
probe between the metallic stripes was OEFront. The spiral-bound manual
described the probe as being specially designed to fit in both male and
female adolescent bodies without undue discomfort for long periods of time
and was made to be inserted by people with no medical expertise whatsoever
and can be done easily by a parent or close friend.
I scanned over the first few pages of the manual and found an
interesting paragraph marked Purpose.
To the Patient: Purpose of the Stimulatron
The purpose of this device is to provide pleasurable sexual
stimulation to willing patients. There are many reasons why this may be
desired: orgasms have been proven to reduce sexual frustration and tension,
alleviate stress, and cure impotency and frigidity. The device is designed
to be used with minimum discomfort and may be self-administered once the
patient has become accustomed to using it. It is built with the home user in
mind, and will work in any individual, male or female, regardless of age or
sexual experience. Probes are available in sizes for children, adolescents,
and adults.
By this time Jennifer had returned with a small jar of Vaseline, a pan
of warm water, and several alcohol pads. I quickly moved the machine into
the basement OERec. Room, which had one of her old bunk beds in it. Jenn
followed, and I put the device on the lower bed and I began to read the
Instructions aloud.
"You're sure you want to try this?" I asked.
"Absolutely," Jenn said, and grinned.
OEPatient should remove all lower-body clothing, including
undergarments. Patient should void, if possible, or be catherized to empty
bladder. Rectal area should then be cleaned with a saline or warm water
wash, and lastly wiped with alcohol swabs.
In English, please? she asked pointedly, cocking her head to one side.
Um, well, you have to take off your underwear and stuff, first, and
then you use the bathroom, and then we clean your private parts really
well, I said flatly. Here, you can read what it says.
She skimmed through the illustrated instructions, gritting her teeth at
several parts. Finally, she asked, Have you read this yet?
Um, no, I lied. What does it say?
Basically, it says I have to take off my clothes and get that
probe-thingey put in my...you know...butt. The way she said it, it sounded
crude.
Oh. I had known that all along, but I had not thought about her
reaction to the idea of it. Do you still want to do it?
Well..." she considered. "Yeah. I mean, I ll do it. I want to--I mean,
I heard my parents talking about this once. I think they got it for me a few
years ago--I was really depressed, and I guess they thought it would
help--but then they changed their minds. I thought they got rid of it. I'm a
little nervous, but I'll see how it goes and all.
Cool. It seemed inappropriate for the moment, but I said it anyway.
After a moment, I motioned to her. What do you want to do?
So, I have to take off everything from the waist down, right?
Yeah. You want to be left alone for a sec?
Nah, stay.
There was a pause in the conversation, where we just stared at each
other. Then she began to move.
You know, she hesitated, I ve never done this in front of a boy
before. Jennifer began by slowly unbuttoning her jeans shorts and
unzipping them, exposing her underwear. Her panties were tight enough, as
she slid her shorts down her belly, to show the beginning of her girlhood,
just visible between her legs. She then slipped the jeans all the way to the
floor and shook them off her foot. Her breathing stiffened as she turned
around and tried vainly to pull her t-shirt down to cover her bare thighs.
With both hands she began to inch the panties down from her hips, exposing
as she did her perfectly rounded, soft, buttocks. As soon as she dropped the
panties to the floor she pulled the t-shirt back down to cover herself.
Do I have to take my shirt and bra off, too?
Um, I scanned the text, I don t think so. I could hardly keep my
eyes off her rounded hips which the t-shirt could not quite cover.
This feels so weird! she said.
What? I was caught off guard.
I ve never been, like, naked in front of a boy before.
You nervous?
Yeah. Totally. But...in a good way. You? she responded.
Yeah, some. I said, honestly. I don t want to embarrass or hurt you
or anything.
Don t worry. I was really nervous before, but the hardest part is
getting undressed. It sorta went away once I took them off. Have you ever
seen a girl naked?
No, not in person. Not that I really remember, anyway. Are you, like,
okay, that I m gonna see you?
Oh, yeah. I m fine. Say, we re gonna switch and you do it, too, right.
Yeah, I hope so.
Okay, what do we do next? I forget. she asked.
Um, well, you have to try to use the bathroom and then get cleaned up.
Okay, she said.
I motioned down the hall to the basement bathroom. We moved into the
bathroom and she sat down on the toilet, but didn t began to urinate.
Finally I though of a reason for the problem.
I m sorry. Do you want privacy? I forgot. I said quietly to her.
No, it s okay, she responded negatively, her voice strained, and
slowly began to urinate.
I ll give you privacy for a sec and get the thing ready and get he
instructions. I walked off into the other room , attached the probe and
plugged the machine in near the bed. I scanned the manual some more.
This device works by transmitting phased bursts of electronic current into
the genital area by way of a rectal probe inserted into the body through the
anus. In girls and young women, the nerve endings in the uterus, vagina,
labia and clitoris are stimulated directly by the current. In boys and young
men, the current stimulate the nerves from the penis, testicles, and
prostate. Because the probe must be inserted deep into the rectum it is
important to cleanse and disinfect the outer area to prevent infection. This
is achieved through a two-step process. First the patient should clean his
or herself normally with a washcloth . Secondly the operator or another
person should help the patient to disinfect genitals and anal area with
isopropyl (rubbing) alcohol.
When I returned, Jenn was finishing up.
I skimmed over the instruction manual and told her It says basically to
give you like, a sponge bath. You know, down there. I said meaningfully.
But we d better not do it in on the carpet. Do you want to just do it on
the floor here? The floor in the bathroom was tiled, and would dry quickly.
She agreed. Do I do it myself? I can t really see, though.
The manual says the other person should do it, so you just guide me. If
you get uncomfortable, say so. I was rather unenthusiastic and terribly
afraid I d hurt her. I took the sponge and helped her to lie on her back on
the floor, in a sort of OEbirthing position. She squirmed for a moment,
sliding her buttocks until they touched her heels. In doing so she pulled
the shirt away from her privates, giving me a view between her legs of her
vulva.
Her labia were flushed, but still dry. I tried to relate what I was
seeing between her legs to drawings I had seen in pamphlets. It was
impossible. Jennifer s body was, simply, beautiful. I couldn t keep my eyes
off of the shaven area just where the slit began, and where it grew wider
between her buttocks below.
Can you see? she asked helpfully.
Uh, yeah. Are you okay?
Fine. I think you want to clean around my, um, rectum. She pointed to
it.
I quickly cleaned all around her bottom with warm water. Her buttocks
were perfectly sculpted in a sort of Greco-Roman way. However, no Greek or
Roman ever imagined the scene. A thirteen year old boy cleansing the bottom
of a mostly-naked thirteen year old girl in preparation of what would
undoubtedly be the most pleasurable experience of their lives.
Okay, now you have to really spread your legs for a second. I said
after spreading her buttocks and carefully cleansing her privates again.
With the other side of the sponge I carefully wiped all of her genitals from
front to back. She gasped when I brushed her clitoris with the sponge.
Sorry.
That s okay. Now, at least, you know where it is.
Yeah. It s a little different than they teach in Sex Ed., too.
She laughed. Just so you know, I ll show you. With her hands, she
reached down and spread her labia majora, the outer flaps of skin covering
her female organs. In the front area here, under the labia, that s those
flaps of skin I m holding, are the clitoris, um, urinary opening, and
vagina. The clit s right where the inner labia begins, okay? That s real
sensitive, though, so always ask before you go near it. Jenn moved her
middle and ring fingers from both hands inward and spread the inner labia.
There. See? The little opening right above the big one, below the clitoris,
that called the urinary opening, I think. Anyway, it s where I--you
know--pee from. The big one below that is, obviously, my vagina. It looked
narrow, dark, and moist. I wondered absently if it would hurt Jenn when a
boy finally put his penis in it. So there it is. You ve seen all there is
to see on me.
Okay, I ll go get the alcohol swabs and we do just the inner portion,
okay? I stammered. Then I got up and retrieved the alcohol pads.
Is that going to sting? Jenn asked nervously.
No. It only stings if it gets into open cuts. I asked her to spread
her buttocks once more and began to wipe right around her rectum.
Ohhhh. Jesus that s cold. she said with a sharp intake of breath. I
carefully finished wiping. The alcohol had dried up the water as well as
disinfecting the area, and I could see the tight ring of her sphincter deep,
it seemed, inside her body.
Okay, all done. No more. I helped her to her feet and allowed the
shirt to cover her body once more. Then we checked for any signs of our
presence. There were few. I picked up all the trash and flushed it down the
toilet.
Okay, we re almost ready. Just go back into the Rec. room. I said.
She paused for a moment and looked down sheepishly. Is this... she
stopped, searching for words, ...going to, well, hurt?
I don t think so. I think you ll like it.
This explanation seemed to satisfy her, and she kept walking.
I just wondered, you know, that OEprobe looked kinda big, and well, I
thought, well...
I got the gist of what she was saying. I wouldn t worry. Just relax.
After you get past your sphincter, that s the big muscle right on the
outside, your rectum is really, well, elastic. That probe looks big, but
really it s not much bigger than what you pass in the bathroom.
I found the manual again and read aloud. OEProcedure part three:
Insertion. patient should lay supine on table and put feet in stirrups, or,
where unavailable, lay in position shown on exam table, legs spread. Probe
should be lubricated with petroleum-based lubricant for easier insertion.
All clothing should be removed. I looked at the diagram. It showed a line
drawing of a young girl, seven or eight at most, preparing to have the probe
inserted. She was prostrated, like she was bowing to an invisible god.
OEDoggie-style, I thought to myself.
Okay, I think you have to take off your shirt and stuff now. Do you
want privacy? I asked once she was ready.
No. That s okay. You re going to see it in minute anyway. at that
Jennifer slipped her large shirt off. It was immediately obvious that she
had not matured as quickly physically as mentally, although she was still
beautiful in the way only adolescent girls can be. Her breasts were firm if
small and the nipples stood painfully erect through the near-flat bra. She
turned to the wall and undid the clasp, dropping it to the floor
unceremoniously. Her bottom s cheeks were flushed a deep red, and, as she
turned around, so were her breasts, no bigger then perhaps small apples.
Jennifer stared at me in a way that made me feel embarrassed to still have
clothes on. I gazed upon her, my eyes roving from her submissive face to the
small, pink breasts with the darker, puffed-out aureoles and shiny nipples,
down to the beginning of her true private areas, the areas on girls which
boys could never see, much less touch, until they were OEgrown-up. And now,
soon, I would touch those places which held so much taboo.
Silently I led her over to the lower bunk and got her kneeling into
position, her forehead almost touching the bed. With my left hand I parted
her buttocks and held the black probe in my right. I stopped with it poised
at the entrance to her rectum
Ready? I asked, sweating with nervousness that I might hurt her. The
probe did look huge compared to the small opening in her body.
Go ahead, she said through clenched teeth.
I began to push. Jenn s muscles put up enough resistance to make the
going slow, but the greasy, slick probe was no match. She gasped, her eyes
bulged, and her mouth opened, but not in pain.
Okay, Jenn, relax. You did great. Now relax. Slowly the ring-shaped
muscle dilated closed.
How s it feel? I asked.
I feel like I need to use the bathroom.
Gotta stop yourself from doing that, okay? Just relax and try to
ignore it.
Can I roll over? That would help.
Sure. Take it easy. Make yourself comfortable. I held the cord and
kept it from getting tangled and pulling as she rolled over. she propped her
upper body against some pillows and laced her fingers together over her
lower abdomen.
Then I set the dial to it s lowest setting and turned the machine on. The
setting was marked Sensitization in the manual. Jennifer made a low noise,
somewhere between a gasp and a purr. I asked if she felt all right.
Yeah. It just feels so weird! she said and squirmed to spread her legs
to a comfortable position around the device.
Do you want me to keep turning it up? I asked.
Sure. Slowly, okay?
Sure, Jenn.
I turned the dial to the second setting. The machine had five such
settings, each of which was described in the manual. The fifth was
Unassisted Orgasm. The second, which I turned it to, was noted in the
manual as Level 2: Loss of Voluntary, Lower Body Muscle Control. The
manual explained.
Due to the design of the device, which is made to permit the greatest ease
of use by untrained personnel and least discomfort during use, the
electrodes radiate electricity into the body much more loosely than is
required for sexual stimulation. Due to adolescents more compact bodies, it
sometimes presents a problem in children under 16 to 18 years of age. Stray
energy from the rectal probe may interfere with the nerve impulses in the
base of the spinal cord, impairing normal movement of the body from the
waist down. Generally only very young children (<8) will lose all sensation
below the waist, older children who have begun puberty will retain sensation
and lose movement control only. Young children will attain orgasm, although
they may or may not be able to feel it.
Out of curiosity I asked if she could wiggle her toes. Jenn immediately
began to panic and said she could not move her legs at all. I quickly
assured her that was what the manual said would happen. I understood why the
instructions had recommended the patient use the bathroom before the
procedure. Her lower body was completely relaxed and I doubted she could
control her bladder if her life depended on it.
For the first time I really stopped to survey her body. She had slight
tan lines around her breasts from wearing a bathing suit and her cheeks were
slightly red, although I knew not whether from the sun or from the device.
Then I noticed that her nipples, which had gone down during the slight
discomfort of the insertion, had returned to a throbbing red. Also, her
clitoris was slightly exposed from it s hood between her legs and her vagina
was damp. I increased the dial once more when she seemed content.
Jenn s eyes closed in bliss, and moaned Oh, God, this is great.
Ohmygod. but only for a moment. Then they snapped open and looked at me.
Abruptly, her tone changed. Hey, could you do something for me? she
asked.
What?
I want you to just touch my foot. Just do it, please.
I looked at her curiously, but complied. I tickled the bottom of her
right foot. she laughed hysterically, as if intoxicated. That wasn t far
off, I decided.
Curious. Very curious, she said when she stopped laughing. I can feel
my legs, but I can t move anything lower than the middle of my stomach. Not
voluntarily, at least. Turn it up, please. Turn it up. This is absolutely
great.
I increased the power again. Abruptly, her smile changed to a frown.
What? I asked.
Look. she replied, now completely lucid.
Look? Look where?
Look! she pointed to her abdomen. I m twitching.
What? I asked, confused.
My...vagina, she obviously disliked the word, is twitching. My bottom
is twitching. My thighs. Everything down there -- everything inside -- is
twitching.
What do you mean, inside? Are you okay? Does it feel good? Hurt? What?
The questions poured out. I was still nervous that Jenn might get hurt.
Inside me. Everything. My vagina, my bladder...I think everything from
about my belly button to my thighs is pulsing. Whew...I m damn glad I used
the bathroom. Her eyes got dreamy. Wow. I never thought I was actually
that strong. And I m, like, paralyzed from the waist down. The probe is
doing it directly. It s weird! I can feel it, but I m not moving it!
Do you want to stop?
No way! It s just weird, that s all. Jenn gazed off into space. A
slight smile returned to her lips. She looked as if she was about to nod
off.
Okay. Just checking. Go up another?
Sure, she said, slurring the word together.
I increased the power and the pulsating became visible on the outside of
her body. There was a paragraph in the manual which seemed to explain the
bouts of dreaminess, but most of it was medical garbage. Her naked,
sweating, heaving body was more interesting.
During the mid-level power stages, many subjects will undergo a mild to
severe transformation from being mentally paralyzed with bliss and pleasure
to being far removed from it, partially experiencing and partially
observing. This appears to be strongest in non orgasmic females, and is more
pronounced with the increasing age of the virgin. Hypothetically, a 40-year
old non orgasmic woman would have a very pronounced OEremoval or change in
mental point of view, however, practically, older teens who have not had an
orgasm or younger adolescents who have not stimulated themselves or become
aroused experience the most marked change. The OEremoval effect is the
brain s response to a stimulus overload produced by the device. As a result
of the same mechanism which produces OEtunnel vision during stressful
situations, the brain will OEtone down overpowering pleasure signals to
avoid going into a trance-like state. The normal non orgasmic adolescent
female brain will acclimate to the signals and return to a state of
pseudo-intoxication, with symptoms similar to alcoholic drunkenness, in two
to three minutes. Adolescent males seem to acclimate and regress slightly
faster, though not faster than one minute, thirty seconds. The operator
should not increase power until the patient has acclimated to the stimuli,
and this delay can be used to confer with the patient about his/her
feelings. Subsequent increases in power should be watched carefully and
further increases should be made only when the patient has acclimated.
I looked again at Jenn. She did seem to be experiencing a bout of
clearheadedness, after all. Her pupils had returned to normal size and were
looking around intelligently instead of staring blankly at the ceiling.
How OEya feeling? I asked.
Not bad, I guess. I don t know...dazed, sort of. I can t explain. It
felt really good and then it kinda went away. She shook her head. Here. I
want you to feel this.
Jenn took my right and and placed it on her lower abdomen, right above
her pubic hair. I held it there, feeling her warm body, for a moment. Her
skin was smooth and hot, flushed slightly red. Inside, I could feel a slight
twitching, like a nervous tic in her cheek. I wondered what it must feel
like, to have something else have control of her body like that.
With my hand I began rubbing, gently massaging her abdomen, from her
navel to the beginning of her vulva. With each press, she visibly relaxed
some more. Her eyes closed, her breathing deepened. Her concentration turned
inward, towards the artificial pulsing which was forcing her organs, her
body, to come alive in ways which it had never done before. Within a few
moments, Jenn was once more lost to the outside world.
Without saying a word I slipped my hand down lower and began to massage
her groin muscles, running my fingers up and down the crease between her
inner thigh and her outer labia. I knew I was increasing her pleasure, the
burning warmth inside her belly, without even touching the machine s dial.
Half out of curiosity to see what her response would be, and half out of
curiosity to know what it would feel like, I spread her outer labia with my
fingers, exposing the small, pink, wrinkled folds of her inner labia. With
my index finger I touched the delicate skin of inner labia, just millimeters
away from her erect clitoris. Jennifer arched her back and groaned in
pleasure. By this point, I knew, any normal thirteen-year-old girl would
have reached orgasm and it would have been over. Jennifer was so longer a
normal girl, though. Somehow the probe, seated deep in her rectum, behind
her uterus and vagina, was both stimulating and controlling, like a sexual
pacemaker. She could neither stop her own body and calm down, nor find the
elusive, wonderful orgasm, which the device kept just one step out of reach.
I released her outer labia and it return to it s normal position once
more, letting my hand rest on top, cupping her genitals. I had dreamed, but
never seriously, of something like this. Two young kids, barely past
puberty, nude, touching each other in ways and in places normally reserved
for adults.
I let my probing hand fall to my side and reached to increase the power
on the device.
As soon as the dial reached the next number, Jennifer had her orgasm.
Looking at her, at the waves of pleasure racing across her bare skin, it was
truly beautiful. Her heavy breathing became panting, and the panting became
a series of tortured moans, because the boundary between pain and pleasure
had broken, and they were one in the same. Her buttocks, thighs, and pelvis
tensed up, like springs. This what what her body had been building up for,
preparing for since the orgasm that had begun her life.
In one gigantic expenditure of energy, Jennifer, the girl I had known
since preschool, the girl I had bathed, and swam, and slept with, now the
sweaty thirteen-year old who was lying naked before me, found her limit. Her
whole pelvis spasmed -- once, twice, now over and over again. Her vagina
pulsated, bright red and gleaming.
Jennifer continued orgasming, until liquid was almost dripping from the
slit between her legs, until I turned the machine off. Slowly, her body
calmed down, found it s normal rhythms after a few minutes of unthinkable
nirvana.
Jenn turned and looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and eyes watery, and
said, Thanks.
Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this work are
fictitious, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.
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