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From: Seamus <seamus@zdnetmail.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} "Naive Nympho" by Seamus (Naive Nympho)
Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 17:10:03 -0500
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This story was written for the Naive Nympho challenge: - 
an attempt to write a plausible or, better yet, believable story 
about a girl who knows nothing about sex but turns into a 
nympho as soon as she tries it. 
 
 
Naive Nympho 
by Seamus 
seamus@zdnetmail.co.uk 
 
 
 
"Gosh, Mr. Smith, I've never had a man's... um, thingie, up 
_there_  before!  I bet  that'll be fun!  You try that while Mr. 
Jones puts his yummy thing around to where I can suck on it! 
The football team will just have to wait!" 
 
Barbie could not believe the stuff these guys were doing to make 
her feel good. Nothing was too much trouble for them - and to 
think that her Grammie had said such dreadful things about men! 
 
Barbie and Grammie lived in a little house out in the woods. She 
had hardly ever seen men. Grammie had taught her to grow carrots 
and cucumbers and potatoes and hens and ducks and geese and 
sheep and goats in their garden and how to cut wood and find 
honey and trap game and make soap. 
 
Grammie was a big enthusiast for soap and made Barbie wash 
every day in the big old wash tub. Barbie would bring the water 
from the creek in buckets to fill the tub in her room. Grammie 
insisted she wash in her room - 'Who do you think wants to see 
you?' She would say. You had to scrub really hard to get a lather 
with the home made soap and cold water. 
 
For as long as Barbie could remember Grammie had been a little 
wizened old woman, barely taller than the table, dressed all in 
black, skinny as a rail, sour as lemons and tough as old boots. 
Barbie was already taller than Grammie when she 'became a 
woman'. That's what Grammie called it. Barbie was scared when 
she saw the blood but Grammie said not to worry and to take 
extra care washing 'down there' in future, so she did. 
 
She knew she must be doing it right because when she scrubbed 
extra hard it felt extra good. The best was when the soap bar 
had been used a week or so and the corners rubbed off. Then 
she could use the it to wash inside, front and back, and that felt 
best of all. 
 
Grammie had seemed to shrink in the last few years as Barbie 
grew and now she was a head taller than her. She realised 
that Grammie was getting old. Barbie did most of the work round 
the farm now and Grammie was so stiff with arthritis she could 
barely hobble about. 
 
Grammie called Barbie aside for a serious talk soon after the harvest 
one autumn. 
"I'm not getting any younger" she said "and we gotta be thinkin' 
about what happens after I'm gone" 
"I want you to take this letter into town and post it and make 
sure you mind your manners and be a good girl." 
 
Barbie remembered walking to town with Grammie when she was 
little. She had had a sweet in the store. It was just about the best 
thing she could remember. She set out next day to walk down the 
mountain. She wore one of Grammies dresses. It didn't fit right on 
Barbie. It was so tight across the chest she had to leave it 
unbuttoned in front and when she pulled it over her hips it split up 
the side. 
 
She set out at dawn and it was after noon when she got to town. She 
was confused by the town. The store she remembered wasn't there 
but there were all sorts of others. She went into the first one she 
came to and put her letter on the counter. The man behind the 
counter smiled down at her. 
"What can I do for you miss?" 
He was staring at her dress. She felt ashamed at how she must look 
with all the buttons undone and tried to pull it closed. 
"Oh. Excuse me sir. I'm sorry 'bout this" she began. 
"Don't you worry there" he said coming round the counter "let me 
help." His hand cupped her buttock and he pulled her against him. 
 
She was surprised but pleased. She had been afraid that folks 
wouldn't like her but here the first man she met had come up to her 
straight away so friendly like. 
 
His hand on her bum felt good. She put her hand on his bum to pull 
him against her in imitation of his action. She looked up into his face. 
He had gone a funny shade of pink and he was staring down at her. 
He brought his free hand up and grabbed her breast and squeezed 
it. She felt an electric shock go through her. She pulled him tighter to 
her and she rubbed her breasts against his shirt, the rough fabric 
stimulating her nipples. 
"Not so tight " he gasped. 
 
She let go of him and he lay down on the floor gasping. 
"Oh I'm sorry. Did I hurt you. Are you all right." she said loosening 
his belt (She had read to do that in the farmers almanac - the only 
book she and Grammie had. She like to knew that book by heart 
having read it so much). 
 
He had got his breath back now and reached up and cupped her breast 
again, gently this time,  and rubbed his finger over the nipple. There was 
that 
feeling again. She put her hand over his and made him squeeze her 
breast tight the way he had before, the way she liked it. She had that 
familiar little ache in her pussy too. She knelt astride him and 
pressed her pussy against his leg. He had one breast in each hand 
now and he pulled her down so he could lick the nipples She felt like 
she was going mad. She had never felt anything this good before. 
She humped her pussy wildly against his leg as she came and came. 
 
As she relaxed he put his hand up under her dress and onto her 
pussy. She shivered and twisted her hips to get his fingers inside 
where it feels best and reached out her hand to do the same for him. 
and found his penis where she was expecting a pussy.  Grammie 
had never told her about penises. 
 
She was so surprised it even distracted her from his fingers in her 
cunny and she turned round to get a proper look. It reared up all pink 
with a red knob on the end. It was just like a soap bar only smaller. 
He still had his fingers up her pussy making her feel good. 
"Suck it" he said.  All these new things were feeling so good she was 
willing to try anything so she did. She was thankful to find it didn't 
taste anything like soap. It was warm and smooth sort of like a 
sausage but with a strange flavour. She sucked on it real good. 
"Ow! No! Gently" He said. "Just lick it ." So she did. 
 
He was making a funny noise now, breathing hard and then, 
suddenly, white stuff came squirting out the end of his thing onto her 
face and her breasts. She had a taste and it was sort of salty. 
"Wow! What's that?" she giggled. 
 
She wanted to try more to see if that thing just looked like a soap bar 
but it was all soft and floppy now and the man had flopped back and 
even stopped diddling her cunt with his fingers. Fortunately help was 
at hand. The door opened and another man came in. 
 
"Mr Smith" said the newcomer "What happened? Are you all right?" 
"Mr Jones" groaned the man on the floor "You got to help me here". 
 
Barbie was already advancing on Mr Jones. She grabbed him and 
held him tight (but not too tight) rubbing her nipples side to side 
across his chest. She felt his penis stiffen inside his trousers and 
reached her hand into his trousers to let it out. She couldn't think 
how to get it into her pussy - Jones was a lot taller and he just 
standing there with his mouth open - eventually she just pushed him 
down on the ground and jumped on him, spearing herself on his 
cock. 
 
Jones lasted a lot longer than Smith but all he did was lie there. She 
had to squeeze her own tits and do all the bouncing up and down.  It 
was worth it though as she had come four more times before Jones 
came. 
 
The guys were out of it now and she sat between them diddling 
herself. 
"Ain't she amazing" said Smith. "Why she could take on all the 
football team and she'd still be looking for more!" 
"Can I really?" she asked. 
 
"First let's try something else" said Smith "you get down on you 
hands and knees here" 
 
"Gosh, Mr. Smith," said Barbie "I've never had a man's... um, thingie, 
up _there_  before!  I bet  that'll be fun!  You try that while Mr. Jones 
puts his yummy thing around to where I can suck on it! The football 
team will just have to wait!" 


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