NOTICE: All fictional characters in this fictional story are at least 18 years of age, and fictional proof is on file in my fictional file cabinet.
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PART I
Danielle was exploring her newly found sexuality. She had been taking a nap in the nude, and woke up with a pleasant tingling between her legs. It was a warm lazy summer day, and she was in no hurry, so she threw back the sheet, lay naked on the bed, and began gently running her hands up and down her shapely smooth body. Her fingers softly traced the curves of her young teenage breasts, her slender hips, her long silky legs. She closed her eyes and fantasized idly about simple pleasures.
Her aunt and uncle and cousin were visiting, but they had all gone to the mountain with her parents to see the new land, so Danielle was alone in the house. Danielle's father had bought a piece of land near the base of the mountain, where he planned to build a cabin when her retired. She had been there a few times, and it drifted through her thoughts. She had seen there a deep pool at the base of a small waterfall. She thought about how beautiful it all was, surrounded by the tiny bluebell flowers, and the white aspens. She imagined how she might like to go swimming all naked in that pool and feel the cool water caress all over her tender young nude body.
The lacy white linen curtains of her bedroom window billowed softly in the breeze. Her window was fully open, and the smell of summer wafted in. There were the odors of fresh flowers and cut grass, and the day was sunny and cloudless. She heard birds chirping in the cottonwoods. In the distance a lawnmower hummed, and a dog barked at intervals. It was a perfect day for doing nothing productive, and to rejoice in life.
So Danielle lay and fantasized idly. She ran her fingertips up and down her nipples and flicked over them softly. She kicked off the last of the bed sheet so as to be fully nude. It felt good to let the gentle breeze caress her pretty little toes, and play over her entire body. It made her tingle all over. She loved the summer, and loved to be naked. She briefly thought of walking all nude out in the garden, and how good that would feel. Maybe she would do it sometime, when nobody was home. It was exciting to think about anyway. As she touched herself and enjoyed the softness of her own body, her thoughts gradually became more sexual. She thought of some of the boys at school, and how they moved when playing football and basketball. She remembered last week when she glanced in the weight room and saw boys in there lifting barbells. How their muscles bulged and glistened with sweat. She imagined them lifting weights all nude, and wondered how they would look. She wondered how it would feel to run her fingers over a man's muscles - his arms, the little ripples on the side of his abdomen. And what about holding a naked man around the waist? How exciting that would be!
At length her hands seemed to gravitate towards her tender soft little sex. Her fingers played softly over and around it. Her legs parted a little, and she gently pressed against it with the middle finger of her right hand. As she played, the images flashed through her mind freely in disconnected order. She imagined swimming naked in the falls pool with a boy. They swam and talked almost as normal, feeling clothed by the water. But then he would turn over to swim on his back, and his hard cock would accidentally poke up out of the water, all exposed for her to see. What would that be like? And what about being in bed with a man? She imagined what it might feel like to feel the weight of a man pressed against her, filling up her tender soft sex.
Gradually her arousal increased, until she found she was laying on her back with her legs spread, pulling her little bare pussy lips apart with the slender feminine fingers of one hand, while softly tracing circles over her clit with the other hand. Her touches were becoming more urgent and purposeful. She licked her finger for lubrication, and found it was already scented with the perfume of her desire. She lingered to savor the scent and the flavor - then gently wet her finger again with her sex, and tasted it again. With her fingers wet and slippery, she ventured to insert one farther inside, penetrating slowly but deeply. A small gasp of pleasure and surprise escaped from between her soft full lips. No matter how many times she did this, she was always surprised at how wonderfully good and fulfilling that first penetration felt.
She closed her eyes and fondled herself slowly and deeply. She again became curious how it would taste, and pulled her finger out once more. She ran it over her young lips, enjoying the wetness, the musky smell and taste - she smiled pleasantly as a little feeling of naughtiness fluttered across he mind, as she realized she was licking and so enjoying her own sexual juices. She wondered if her friends ever did the same thing. Probably they did - they were coming into their sexuality too, no doubt.
She inserted her finger once again into her bare little pink hole, and now was becoming quite excited. She raised her little round ass off the bed to meet her finger. Her hand was making quicker little circles now, her legs beginning to spread and lift with increasing tension. She thought of boys at school, and how they must look at home, stroking their penises at night and thinking of sex. She would like to see a boy squirt his stuff out, she thought. She would like to see the shaft of a man's penis filling her up, sliding in and out, satisfying her urge to fuck.
Her masturbation continued aimlessly for a long time, with increasing excitement, and increasingly explicit sexual images through flowing through her young mind. She always loved masturbating after waking up, and wanted to savor the feeling on this beautiful day.
Danielle was becoming flushed with excitement. She could barely contain herself now. Climax was on the way. She had conjured up a lover in her mind now, and could feel his weight on her. She lifted her legs up in the air and pretended to wrap them around the back of this mysterious dark man, urgently working to pleasure himself and her with his long erect cock, kissing her neck, nibbling on her breasts. He was heavy and muscular compared to her, and his torso was thick and masculine as she reached around him with her delicate little arms, pulling him close. She kissed his ear and ran her cheek against his soft black hair. She spread her legs, wanting to permit him to penetrate deep inside her. The insides of her thighs were caressed softly at every stroke by the soft sides of his smooth ass. She imagined how it would look from behind, with his bare ass pumping up and down, her pussy lips parting widely to admit his member in and out, her cute little feet bouncing in the air as she received a good stiff fucking. She was on the verge of climax now, urgently caressing her pussy with one hand, while running the other hand generously over her body, her breasts, her abdomen, her ass - pretending that her mysterious lover was caressing her into orgasm. The peak was coming, and she decided the moment was right to let to wash over her now.
So engrossed was Danielle in her masturbation that she did not immediately notice that her bedroom door had opened. By the time realized what had happened, her cousin Peter was standing at the door, eyes and mouth wide open, shocked at what he had walked in on.
So great was her excitement and momentum that she could not immediately stop. In fact she tried to stop, but her hand kept giving tiny little caresses to her pussy almost without her permission. She looked at Peter and stammered for something to say...but the excitement was too great. Words could not be formed. She saw his eyes trace down her body to where her finger entered her soft delight. His glance sent an electric wave through her. Her hand began to move more. She became aware of being flushed - her embarrassment had caused her to blush to the point of swooning. But now the heat of shame which she felt at first in her face was being felt elsewhere. Her nipples were flushed. Her thighs were flushed. Her entire body felt stimulated, hot, and alive. This caused further arousal, further masturbating and grinding, further shame and embarrassment, and more intense heat and stimulation all over her body. She could not stop. She realized with a shock that she was going to finish masturbating and coming right in front of Peter. This realization sent her tumbling over the edge. She cried out suddenly "Oh God" and flopped back on the bed, all pretense gone. Her legs spread wide and lifted. Her toes stretched out, and she was gone.
The first wave hit softly, but made her entire body rigid. The peak of her excitement put her in such a state that her body entered a kind of calm before the storm - a delay before the rush of climactic contractions. What passed in a few seconds seemed like and eternity for Danielle. The rush of orgasm was coming unstoppably, but she lay still and waited for the second contraction to slowly build. She looked at Peter and tried to say something, but all that came out was a stunned cry. Then it hit her like a tidal wave. Contractions one after another racked her body - she continued to slide her finger in and out of her pussy, enjoying the slick wetness, the contractions, and the heat. She cried out with pleasure and her hips and ass bucked up and down at each contraction - she could not control herself even in front of Peter. "Oh....Oh....god..." she cried out as every part of her genital area seemed to explode in a fireworks show of ecstasy. The contraction spread to her abdominal muscles, her chest - even her little asshole contracted with wave after wave of pleasure.
Gradually, the waves subsided....her caressing became slower, but still deep and full. Her feet gradually returned to the bed and her legs relaxed. The hand caressing her body slowed to a gentle rhythm. Her cries grew softer and less harsh, and she whimpered softly. She let out a deep sigh and licked her lips slowly. She looked up at Peter watching her - she looked him straight in the eye - but still she continued to slip her finger very slowly in and out of her pussy, enjoying the luxurious smoothness. The sheer perversity of what she had done began to dawn on her. But still, she lay naked, legs spread fingering her cunt - as though after what she had done, there was no point in pretending to be decent now.
Peter finally spoke to her, in an awkward halting voice, as though trying his best to speak normally, "Oh, Danielle, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were....um...doing that." But he didn't seem too sorry - his eyes were fixed intently on her freshly pleasured sex. He licked his lips nervously, as if longing to taste it.
"Peter, I thought you went to the mountain," she managed to say with a slight tremble in her voice.
