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Subject: {ASSM} Betsy's Shower
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Date: Sat, 09 Jul 2011 08:10:01 -0400
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   Author Note: This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or
controversial nature, and is not intended for the perusal of minors. 
Further if perusal of such material is considered illegal in your area or
immoral by your religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass
this story.





   Betsy's Shower

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   Betsy was ten and her birthday had been yesterday with a major party for
moving into the `double digit' years as daddy had said.  She woke up and
stretched her slim dark tanned body and sat up.  She had panties on but
nothing else.  It was hot already and had been warm last night so she had
skipped her baby doll top.  Her tan lines were in stark contrast to her
pale breast area - still very little action there but her nipples had
gotten pointy and were pooching out her t shirts, so she knew she was gonna
get em' pretty soon.  A fact which made her happy since several of her
friends were in training bras and Betsy was dying to be able to have straps
across her back too.

   She felt her nipples and they gave her the little tingle she had found
was new to her body.  She knew it had something to do with sex but wasn't
sure just what.  Boys were always looking at her pointy chest bumps and she
liked that although she had no idea why they were so interested in them.



   She got out of bed and went to the bathroom and peed and brushed her
teeth and decided to shower and shampoo.

   She collected her toiletries and turned the water on and sat on the pot
waiting for the water to get hot.  Her bedroom was on the third floor and
it took a while to get hot water up there from the basement.



   When the shower door steamed up she stood and slid her panties off and
got in.

   She loved the feel of the hot steam and water on her skin and stood and
let it beat down on her.  She lathered her hair and washed it and scrubbed
her scalp and then rinsed.  She used conditioner even though she had gotten
a short hair cut for the summer.  Daddy called it a `poodle cut' and she
thought taht was cut.  Her slightly curle hair waved nicely back from her
face if she just blew it dry and brushed a little.  She was pleased with
her appearance.



   She reached for her wash cloth and found she had forgotten it.  A brief
debate with herself about going out of the hot into relative cool to get
it, and she reached for the soap.

   She lathered her hands and washed her face and shoulders and arms. 
Rinsing, she lathered again and did her chest and tummy.  The slick smooth
slide of her hands across her nipples kept her focussed on them for some
time and her tummy got sort of fluttery.  She was feeling tingles again and
they were more intense than they had been before.



   She lathered again and did her legs and feet and then with some
distaste, her mom said it was dirty down there, re-lathered and reached
around to do her rear bottom.



   She soaped the round bubble of her `sitter' and stood with both hands
rubbing half of it.  She found it sort of relaxing to press hard and pull
against the `cheeks' and feel the sensations produced.



   She slid the fingers of her hand into her butt cleft and wiped her
fingers across her poop hole.  Normally the wash cloth did the job and she
didn't have to think about it.  Thisi time her fingers were contacting her
anus and she felt the wrinkles and ridges of her opening.  She explored a
little and poked a finger tentatively into her self.  There was a sensation
of stretching and then warm hot tightness.  Not at all unpleasant and a
little bit intriguing.



   She rinsed her butt and lathered again and went down her belly to her
crack and wiped the soap across her front bottom.  She felt, for the first
time in her memory, her own soft tissues.  There was a pleasurable tingle
there, a reminder of the tingle caused by her nipples.  She stood, her left
hand in her crotch, and her right hand sliding on her tummy and chest to
her nipples.



   She slid her soapy hand around on her breasts and experienced again the
tingling in her bottom, much stronger than before.  It caused her left hand
to flex and press against her lower lips and her middle finger slid into
her slit.



   The intensity of the sensation buckled her knees and she half fell
against the warm tiles of the shower.  She leaned there with her face
turned up into the spray of the shower, her hand in her crotch, rubbing her
nipples.  Her left hand began, almost on it's own, to explore the new
territory.



   Her fingers pressed the swelling, now puffy lips of her vulva apart and
entered her inner sensitive area.  The feeling was so much stronger inside
and she slid them around feeling and squeezing and pressing as she felt her
whole body sort of focussing on her middle.  As she pressed against her
inner lower area, she felt her tiny vaginal opening and remembered it was
the end of her birth canal where someday a baby would come out.  The
position of her hand and the pressure she was exerting forced her wrist
against the upper end of her slit.  The pressure on the bump there produced
an enormous surge in the pleasure she was feeling.  She slid down the wall
of the shower until she was sitting on the wet hot tile with her knees wide
apart and her hand still squeezing and rubbing in her front bottom.



   Her eyes were half closed as she watched her hand moving in herself. 
Her wrist on her bump continued it's pressure and the movements of her
fingers added to the feelings.  Her middle finger entered her birth canal
and hit the `cap' she had learned about in health class.  The sensation
there was intense and she continued to wiggle her finger against it.  The
soap had long since been rinsed from her chest and her nipple was as stiff
as a pencil eraser and about the same size.  She squeezed it the jolt to
her bottom made her weak.



   She pressed harder on her bottom and pulled her nipple and felt an
explosion of sensation which filled her entire body.  Her fingers
stiffened, her hands pressed, her bottom humped up and her fingers slammed
into her.  Her middle finger went through her hymen and two others slid
into her butt.  She had filled herself with her left hand and was almost
unconscious from the thundering pleasure her body had produced.



   She lay on the shower floor until the water began to get cold.



   She struggled to her feet and sat on the potty seat and just breathed.
She dried herself and found a bloody smear on the towel after she had
patted her bottom.



   Scared, she examined herself and found no more blood but was sore where
her finger had entered her opening.  She remembered her health class
teacher telling the girls about the hymen and what happened when it broke.
I guess I'm not a virgin anymore she thought and grinned.  And, so what,
she asked herself.



   She had no idea what had happened but she knew she would never use a
wash cloth again.

   At least not on her own body.



   And she figured a daily shower or two might be well worth the time.


   

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