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Subject: {ASSM} "SUSAN"  CH. III
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Please add the chapter below to my work.  Thank you.

   Chaucer

  
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**************** Chapter III in the continuing story of Susan contains
sexually explicit scenes of masturbation by a twelve year old girl.  If you
are offended by such depictions stop reading now.  The copyrights to this
material are held by me, but permission to republish it is freely given if
it is asked; but you must ask first.







   III



   Susan finished her weeding chores in the twilight.  Her mother was
surprised that she was being so diligent.

   "I thought you were going to do that tomorrow," her mother said.

   Susan shrugged.  She wanted to be left alone to think about what she had
just seen and weeding seemed to be the best way to accomplish that.

   "Well then," her mother continued.  "Since you are being so adult about
this maybe we can go to the county swimming pool tomorrow morning."

   Susan hesitated a moment.  She really wanted to return to the fountain
glade, in hopes of finding the boy there again, or perhaps being able to
track him somehow, but she did like to swim.

   "I didn't know there was a county pool." She said.

   "Well there is.  Over in the park.  But if you don't want to go. . ."

   "No!  I do want to go!" she said, thinking that she could return to the
glade later.

   Her mother smiled.  "OK then.  We'll go tomorrow -- if the weeding is
finished."

   "It will be," Susan said.



   The weeding left Susan with dirty hands and clothes stained with sweat
and dirt.  She came into the house and her mother told her to wash up.

   "Do I have time for a bath before dinner?  I'm really sweaty and nasty."

   "Sure.  Dinner won't be ready for an hour or so.  Go ahead.  And put
your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper; don't just dump them on the
bathroom floor!"

   "Yes ma'am," she answered, thinking she probably should rinse out her
panties before she threw them in the laundry or the sticky, fishy smell of
them would make Mom wonder what her little girl had been doing.

   Susan started the bath tub filling and stripped out of her clothes. 
Standing naked she lifted her panties to her nose and sniffed at the
crotch. Sure enough the smell of ancient seas was strong.  She rinsed them
out, squeezed them as dry as she could and shoved them into the hamper, and
then turned back toward the almost full tub.  As she did she caught a
glimpse of herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door, and the
reflection stopped her.  She turned to face the mirror and studied herself.


   Susan didn't consider herself beautiful, or even pretty, though her
mother and father told her that she was gorgeous.  In fact she was quite
pretty.  Her face was oval with high cheek bones, green eyes that were
almost too big for her face, a pert little nose, and a delicious full
lipped, bow shaped mouth which could transform into a heart-breakingly
sweet smile in an instant.  Her hair was blond, made blonder by the sun. 
It was bobbed almost boy short, but the style gave her a wonderful waif
like air which made men and boys follow her with their eyes though she was
only twelve.  She was tall and slender, with perfectly shaped limbs.  Long
in the arms and legs, she was the essence of the ungraceful colt through
which the coming grace shines like sun through clouds.

   Susan was as fair skinned as she was blond, but she had carefully built
a light golden tan that reached everywhere not covered by her prim two
piece bathing suit, so she had tan lines which left her breasts and bottom
smooth creamy white.

   Her breasts would never be large, but they were shaped as though a
sculptor had spent hours forming them.  They were firm and slightly
upturned with small aureoles that might have been more at home on a boy's
chest, except for their primrose pink color and the nipples which were
almost as big as the aureoles.  The milk white color of her breasts made
the pink nipples stand out as though they had been rouged.

   Her breasts were bigger now than the last time she had really examined
herself.  She was still not used to the weight and shape of them so she was
constantly aware of them as they moved beneath her clothes.  Now she lifted
her arms and was satisfied with the way the globes of flesh lifted and
swayed with the movement.

   Susan's nipples crinkled, darkened, and hardened as she looked at
herself.  She lowered her arms, then lifted her hands, cupped her breasts
and slowly stroked her palms up and over them.  Her hardened nipples poked
at her palms like baby fingers and the feeling sent a tiny shiver through
her.  She drew her finger tips across her nipples then circled her breasts,
hardly touching her skin.  She did it again and thought, this is the way
the boy drew his fingers around his balls this afternoon.  The thought of
the boy's finger tips making whispery soft circles around her breasts
caused a small throbbing to begin between her legs.  She pinched her
nipples between her fingers and rolled the pink flesh around and around for
a moment.  The throbbing between her legs increased.

   Susan stopped what she was doing for a moment, long enough to turn off
the water running into the tub, then turned back to the mirror.  She spread
her feet about shoulder width apart and continued to examine herself.

   The nest of curls between her legs had been crushed flat against her
mound of Venus by her panties.  The wispy curls were glossy, and a slightly
darker blond than the hair of her head.  She fluffed them up with her
fingers.  Not long ago there had only been a few curly blond hairs
sprouting.  She had plucked them all out so that she was once again like a
little girl, but so many hairs popped out so fast she could not keep
herself plucked clean so she stopped.  She could still see the top of her
pussy lips then, but now that opening was completely hidden in the curly
mass.

   Susan bent her knees a little and lightly ran her finger between her
pussy lips.  She found that she was wet there again.  Her finger tip just
touched the nubbin of her clit and it made her shiver.  She rubbed it
again, a little harder and the shiver changed to a shudder.  It was getting
harder.  Already the hard little point of it was poking out of the folds of
flesh that protected it.  Guiltily but regretfully Susan pulled her hand
away, then turned and gingerly put one foot into the tub.  The water was
steaming hot and it made her skin prickle when she stepped in.  She lowered
herself slowly into the water, letting her body adjust to the heat.

   At last she was sitting.  She lay back against the slanted foot of the
tub so that the water came almost to her chin.  The buoyancy of the water
lifted her breasts and the heat of it was like a tongue licking her
nipples.

   The hot water felt wonderful upon her pussy.  Her flower had opened a
little with her earlier attentions, and when she had eased her hips into
the water the heat of it was pleasantly painful against the slightly
swollen inner lips.  The bite of it upon her clit was even more pleasant.
She was a little sore from where she had torn her maiden head the day
before, and her clitty was irritated from her having rubbed it so much in
the last couple of days.  She had masturbated more in the last few days
than she had in the last month.

   I wonder why, she thought.  Maybe the woods really are enchanted some
way.  The glade with the fountain definitely is!

   Even as she thought of it Susan found her fingers straying between her
legs.  She lifted her knees so that they protruded from the steaming water
like graceful island peaks and let them fall against the sides of the tub.
Her parted thighs allowed her unsealed womb to open slightly.  The hot bath
water licked at the opening.  Susan relaxed the muscles of her pelvis then
drew a sluice of hot water into her pussy.  It flowed into her and the heat
of it spread through her lower belly.  She suddenly thought of the boy at
the fountain, of his thick, long, rigid, member and of the rich white cream
that had burst from its tip.  I'll bet it was hot like this water, she
thought.  It would be hot and slippery and like an explosion in my pussy.
She wanted that feeling so much that she could not stop her finger from
flicking her swollen little pink pearl clitty.

   If he were here right now I'd let him put it in me, she thought.  I'd
open my legs wide and he would put it in me, and I'd put my legs around him
and hold him so that he couldn't get out until he squirts into me.

   She flicked her clit faster with her right hand.  With her left hand she
pinched and kneaded her nipples which were throbbing in rhythm with the
strokes of her finger on her clit.  In only a moment more the throbbing in
her pussy drove its self deep into the middle of her and the clenching,
vibrating pulse of orgasm welled up.  Her breath came in low, moaning gasps
that sobbed in and out with the rhythm of her climax.  The fingers that
pinched her nipples squeezed harder, rolling the resilient tips without
mercy.  Her mind could hold no thought save "FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME! I
WANT YOU IN ME NOW!" All the nerves of her body were alive; concentrating
explosive, convulsive, pleasure inside her pussy.  That craving sexual
hollow clenched and squeezed and pulsed over and over and over until her
whole body vibrated with the echo of it.

   When the shuddering of her orgasm stopped Susan's legs were quivering
and she was panting as though she had run a hundred miles.  Her mind was
still a blank except for the echoes of desire which had bubbled up when her
orgasm had taken control of her mind as well as her body

   Consciousness was slow to return, but when it did her first thought was,
what is happening to me?  Suddenly I can't keep my fingers off my clitty!
But she shoved the thoughts away as hard as she could.  They frightened
her, so she refused to think about them.  Instead she blanked out her mind,
picked up the soap and began washing herself.

   The gliding slipperiness of the bar of soap felt good.  She slipped it
up and down her arms and shoulders then under her arms, digging her fingers
into the flesh a little.  There was stubble and without thinking much about
it she picked up a safety razor from the side of the tub and shaved her
pits smooth.  The sting and scrap of the razor were a sensuous delight
which Susan enjoyed without a thought that she had never found this chore
sensuous before.

   She rinsed the razor in the still steaming water, laid it back on the
side of the tub and picked up the soap again.  She stood up from the water
and began soaping herself all over.  She rubbed the slippery whitish bar
over herself leaving bubbly streaks of foam.  Then she put the soap in the
dish and spread the lather over herself.  She washed her breasts and found
herself drawing slippery circles around her nipples and flicking them back
and forth.  When she became aware of what she was doing she pulled her
hands away quickly, and began washing her tummy.  She picked up the bar of
soap again and soaped her pubic triangle, making sure she worked the lather
between the outer lips of her pussy to wash out all the love dew that might
have accumulated there.

   She found herself flicking her soapy finger up and down between her
inner vaginal lips and drawing tiny slippery rings around her swelling
clitoris.  The feeling of it was so wonderful, so consuming that she almost
could not stop herself, but the tiny trickle of fear let her.  What is
wrong with me?  she thought.  All of a sudden I'm some kind of. . . .  She
shrank away from the word.  It was whispered in dark corners and snickered
about.  Girls who could not think of anything but sex!  Girls who ended up
as whores!  Nymphomaniacs!  Was she turning into some kind of nymphomaniac?

   Or was it something else?  Was she really under some kind of
enchantment? Had the wicked little cherub fountain in the glade some how
possessed her?

   A knock came on the bathroom door.  "Susan. . . ." her mother called. 
"Dinner is ready."

   Her mother's voice was like a life line.  A proof of reality shoved into
the world of sexual fantasy and fear that had invaded her mind and body.

   "OK," Susan answered, her voice a little unsteady.  "Be out in a
minute."

   "Are you all right?" her mother asked.  "You sound shaky or something."

   "I'm all right Mom.  I was just about asleep," she lied.  "You startled
me."

   "Well OK.  You better get out before you drown."

   "I'll be out in a minute or two."

   Susan pulled the plug on the tub and rinsed herself with the hand held
shower hose.  She tried to push away the thoughts about enchantment and
possession and nymphomania, but the thoughts returned like a flood when she
rinsed the soap out of her pubic curls.  She bent her knees to make sure
she got all the soap that had gotten into her vagina and the hard stream of
water squirted over her clitty.  Electric tingles shot through her, and a
mental picture of the boy from the glade with silvery cream spurting from
his penis possessed her for a moment, and the salty sweet taste of it was
once more on her tongue.
   chaucer48@earthlink.net EarthLink Revolves Around You.

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