8 comments/ 69241 views/ 49 favorites Curious Girls Ch. 01 By: precipiceofoblivion My name is Sara. I turned 21 last month, and I am now a couple years out of high school. My parents raised my 18 year old sister, Krista, and I conservatively. To my eternal shame, I have never even kissed a boy. My parents raised me to believe you didn't date anyone who wasn't marriage material and that kissing was best left until after marriage. To be honest, I would have been willing to consider a sexual relationship had the opportunity actually presented itself. Most of the boys at my school knew how my parents raised me because my sister refused to date anyone and didn't hesitate to tell others her reasons. I tried not to blame her, but it was incidentally her fault that most boys at school never gave me the time of day. I emphasize boys because there was one person who was consistently interested in me, but there were a couple reasons it would never have worked. For one, Sasha was a girl. Honestly, that was pretty much it. I wasn't remotely interested in or attracted to women. Don't get me wrong, she was attractive. Not in a classically beautiful way, but in a nerdy, cute, and sexy way. Although she had never openly admitted anything to me, her intentions seemed clear. She had been asking me on "dates" for years, such as dinner, movies, plays; she was surprisingly persistent. We had hung out a few times as friends, but I started to get suspicious when her hugs started lasting too long. What sealed the deal was when we were watching a movie and it hit a particularly scary scene. We both jumped, and her hand grabbed mine. That would have been fine, but she didn't let go. After about ten minutes, I finally pulled my hand gently from hers. She didn't react, and we never spoke of it. I think she got the idea I wasn't interested when we stopped hanging out quite as much, but she continued to ask me on the occasional date. Even having both graduated, we still occasionally hung out as friends. I was never quite comfortable being alone with her after that and always made sure we only hung out in public places. Ever since I had graduated, I didn't meet that many boys. So here I was, 21, single, and not only had I never kissed a boy, I had no prospects in sight. Perhaps that was why I was so mean to my sister's best friend, Tamara. I didn't consider myself a mean person, but you know how girls can be. Honestly, I think I was a little jealous as she had the kind of body most girls would die for. She had an impossible mix of borderline-full figure combined with shapely curves. She was just heavy enough to not be considered skinny, but skinny enough to not be considered heavy. Her most distinguishing features were her well-defined ass and a ridiculously full chest. However, she had a surprisingly tapered waist and flat stomach. I knew for a fact that other than her chest, her green eyes and long red hair got a lot of male attention. I found it strange she didn't think of herself as attractive, although It was possible that her insecurity stemmed from the freckles which covered her entire body. She was also a rather short 5'1", so with a chest her size I could see why she might feel self-conscious. Nevertheless, I personally wouldn't have minded a body like hers. Yet, despite the near-excessive attention she received from men, she never expressed much interest in them. It may have been her insecurity, or maybe it was just her shyness. She was quiet, shy, and didn't often express her opinions openly. Still, her repeated rejection of men I would have killed to have interested in me drove me insane. The strangest part was, even though I wanted her body so badly, I knew how self-conscious she was, and I exploited it mercessily. I knew she was too shy to ever do anything about it, so I didn't hold back. I occasionally poked at the size of her chest, but I knew it was really her ass that she was the most self-conscious about, so that's where I zeroed in. I admit, I was relentless in the channeling of my own frustrations into making her feel worse about herself. My breasts were only a B cup, which I should have been okay with, but I always felt so small next to her. I knew that I should feel bad about the way I treated her, but it always made me feel better about myself. Even when she started going to the gym, and even when I noticed her looking more toned, I just increased my put-downs. I made sure she knew that no matter how much she exercised, it wasn't going to do her any good. What I didn't see was how much what I was saying was eating at her beneath the surface. One day, she was visiting Krista on the way home from the gym, and I pushed her just a little too far. ***** As I walked up the stairs, I noticed that Krista had left Tamara standing by the front door, and I quickly made sure Krista wasn't around. "Hey, Tamara," I called to her, "I really don't know why you bother going to the gym. You were born with that fat ass, and you're going to die with it." Something in Tamara snapped. Normally, she just rolled her eyes and said nothing. This time, her eyebrows furrowed and she stormed up the stairs. "Why are you so mean to me all the time?" Her voice shook. "What? Are you going to cry now?" I mocked. She was obviously angry. Angrier than I had seen her. I took a step down the stairs toward her, to make sure she knew I wasn't backing down. "One of these days--" she started, but in her anger, she misstepped as she approached, causing her to stumble into me. The stair behind my foot got in my way and I went down hard as she fell with me. We started grappling in the tension of the moment as I realized she was on top of me. "Get off me you fat cow!" We continued to struggle. "Get your fat tits out of my--mmmmmmmph." Somehow in the process of her trying to hold down my flailing arms, my face ended up under her sizeable chest. She pulled back quickly, embarrassed. "Oh my God! I am so sorry!" She blushed. "I didn't mean to stick my boobs in your face." "Damn right!" I retorted. "No one would want those ugly things in their face. It's no wonder-- mmmmph!" I was again cut off as she lowered her enormous tits back onto my face. "What's that?" She asked angrily. "You said you want them back in your face?" I grunted and tried to pull away, but she held me tightly. I suddenly realized that with her weight and position, I couldn't get my face out of her chest no matter how hard I tried. "Mmmmmmmph--" I tried to protest. She grinned. "It's about time someone shut you up." She seemed in no hurry to let me go. She continued to smother me, alternating between forcing my face between both her boobs and using them independently. She was definitely large-chested for her age. If I had to guess, I'd put her at a DDD cup. However, she was lucky if she hit 5'2". Judging by her small frame and unusually large chest, it must have been difficult for her to find clothes that fit her properly. It was as if her breasts were struggling to free themselves, pushing snugly against her shirt. The thin, stretched fabric seemed it might burst open at any time. Needless to say, her shirt did little hide her form. It was particularly humiliating because when she forced an individual breast over my nose and mouth, her nipples could plainly be seen, poking through the fabric. I suspected she wasn't wearing a bra, and it was probably only in my mind, but I was sure I could feel her clothed nipples rubbing against my face. I couldn't believe I had let this inconsequential 18 year girl best me. It was so humiliating. I doubted she even realized how uncomfortable she was making me. I suddenly heard the kitchen door open, and the next thing I knew Krista was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "What's going on? Are you guys OK?" She asked, concerned. Tamara pulled herself up quickly. "Yeah," she said quietly, "I just went upstairs to talk to Sara, and I tripped and fell into her. I'm such a klutz!" She laughed. I sat up and stared, not knowing what to say. I was a little winded and was still getting over my surprise with regard to her sudden aggression against me. She was casually acting as if nothing had happened. Krista wouldn't have understood anyway as she never knew how mean I was to Tamara. As little guilt as I felt for the way I treated her friend, I didn't want to risk alienating my sister. Ever since our parents died in a car accident three years ago, I'd been all she'd had. Likewise for her. I'd been granted custody of her at 18, and it was important to me that she see me as a role model. There wasn't much I could say without risking Tamara telling her about the way I had been treating for the last couple years. Besides, I was too embarrassed to ever admit letting someone clearly my inferior get the better of me. Not only was she short, but she was three years younger than me. By all accounts, I should have been able to beat her at everything. I was around five inches taller than her at 5'6", but I suspected we were at least equal weight if she didn't weigh a bit more. It turned out Krista was in a hurry, so I didn't need to say anything. "Well, hurry up and get down here! The movie is going to start soon!" She pulled the door open and held it for Tamara. Tamara bounded down the stairs, and they exited together closing the door behind them. I looked at my phone and realized I had to get to work. Another reason I hadn't met many guys lately. I studied hard in high school and didn't have a lot of time for extra-curriculars. I had been planning to attend college right after, aiming for a law degree. However, the death of my parents had put a wrench into everything. There was no way I could leave for college and leave my 15 year old sister behind. A small comfort was that the house was already paid for, and I had gained access to a sizeable college trust fund when I turned 18. I hadn't even known about it until the reading of the will, and suddenly I had access to a significant amount of money. At least enough to support my sister and I in reasonable comfort until she was old enough to get her own job and move out on her own. I didn't need to work, but I mostly did because I needed something to fill the time while my sister was at work. That, and I didn't want to drain our cash reserves any faster than necessary. My job certainly wasn't glamorous as I cashiered at a local grocery store, but it filled the hours. However, I did regret not having much time to spend with friends or to go on dates. That night at work was utterly uninteresting. I was somewhat distracted as I stewed in my anger toward Tamara. I had to do something to get back at her. I didn't want her to think that she could treat me like that unchallenged. When I got home from work, I climbed straight into bed and collapsed. I hadn't even bothered to close my bedroom door and was too exhausted to care. Besides, it wasn't like Krista and I needed too much privacy from each other most of the time. I was awakened by the front door slamming. I looked at my clock. It was just after 9 o'clock. I wondered where Krista was heading so early in the morning. I heard noise coming down the hallway. Had Krista just gotten home instead? I lay tense and motionless, still half-asleep, but partially afraid of an intruder. I saw someone pass by my door who wasn't Krista and I felt terror and confusion for a brief moment until I realized who it was. "Tamara? What are you doing here?" I asked groggily. "I stayed over last night," she replied, "but they called Krista into work, so she had to take off in a hurry." "She just left you here?" "I told her not to worry about me. I can let myself out." "I'll give you a dollar if you get off your fat ass and make me some breakfast." I joked, half-coherently. I was still not thinking properly, and I was irritated at her from yesterday. "Wow... you really do start early, don't you?" She was obviously irritated now. "Oh, why don't you go home?" I grumbled, "You're ruining my Saturday." "I was trying to when you stopped me!" she exclaimed heatedly. "Just make sure those massive tits of yours don't cause you to lose your balance on your way down the stairs." I rolled over and closed my eyes expecting her to storm off. I was rewarded by the sound of angry, heavy footsteps instead walking toward me. I opened my eyes to see her storming in my direction. "I'm so sick of the way you always treat me! It was so nice yesterday when you finally shut your FUCKING mouth!" I tried to sit up as she approached, but she was already climbing onto my bed. "Let's see if the same approach will shut you up again!" I tried to fight her off, but she was too quick. My arms were pinned under my blanket as she threw her weight on top of me. She wrapped her arms around my head and I once again found my face being forced into her voluptuous chest. She was wearing a sundress and showing a considerable amount of cleavage. She was a lot more aggressive this time, and she kept shoving her tits in my face every time I tried speak. It was a little awkward because I could feel the skin of her cleavage pressing against my face as she forced my head between her breasts. I continued to struggle fruitlessly against her. After a while, I managed to work my arms free and struggled to get her to release her grip on my head. We struggled for a few minutes, and in the process her trying maintain her control, she ended sitting directly on my chest. I bucked and she fell backward and mostly off me. I quickly struggled to pull myself up, but she was faster. She was facing the opposite direction, but it didn't stop her from launching herself backward. Her butt slammed into my chest, forcing me back onto the bed. I suddenly felt her grab my right wrist with her right hand and, before I could resist, she grabbed my left arm with the other. I tried to push her off me as she forced my arms to the bed behind her, pinning them under her legs. Her calves pressed heavily against my upper arms as she locked my wrists under her ankles. It all happened so quickly that any chance I might have had was already gone. I didn't have the leverage or strength to force her off. "Well, that's disappointing... I was starting have fun," she laughed, "Now, how can I shut you up if I'm facing the wrong direction?" I struggled to get free, but held me down effortlessly. But then she got a mischievous look on her face. "Actually... I do have one idea." She sat up and scooted back slightly on her knees, being careful to keep control my arms. "Since you're so obsessed with my ass, maybe I should let you have a better look." Her hands reached behind her and grabbed the hem of her dress. She slowly lifted the hemline, giving me an unobstructed view of her panty-covered ass. She lowered herself at a teasingly slow pace, enjoying my reaction as her ass inched ever closer to my face. There was little I could do but watch in horror as she ran her hands over her panties, caressing her ass inches from my face. "So, how does it look up close?" she laughed. "I wouldn't have thought it possible, but your ass looks even bigger," I retorted with a mix of truthfulness and vindictiveness. I quickly realized that perhaps it was the wrong thing to say. "You should watch what you say in the position you're in," she warned, "*Especially* when I'm wearing a dress." "What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed. "It means... maybe you need to see it even closer to fully... appreciate it." She continued lowering herself closer to my face. Time seemed to be slowing as I watched her ass get ever closer. I tried, rather ineffectively, to force my head further into the bed in an attempt to maintain the distance between my face and her ass. The best I could do was turn my head to the side. It didn't help much, but at least I wasn't staring directly at her ass anymore. I was especially thankful to have turned my head as she made contact with my cheek. She softly rubbed her bottom against the side of my head. "How about now? Is that any better?" She laughed. "Get off my face, you fat cow!" I blurted angrily. "What's that?" she asked sweetly. "You want it closer? But, I'm not sure how much closer I can get it." "Screw you, you--mmmmf!" my defiant outburst was interrupted as her hand covered my face roughly. She forcefully turned my head so that it was facing upward. She sat back on my head as I attempted to turn away again. She ended up mostly on my face, but I managed to turn enough that my nose was clear of her panties. I could feel her weight pressing uncomfortably against the side of my nose. I decided then and there that my best option was to swallow my pride and apologize. "Wait...," I said quickly, "I'm sorry." It wasn't quite so clear coming out as she was sitting on half of my mouth, but it was intelligible enough to cause her pause. "You're sorry?" "You have no idea how sorry I am," I continued, hoping for a chance to get free. "You're right," she agreed, sitting up slightly. I sighed in relief. However, my reprieve was short-lived. Her hands were suddenly back on my head, forcing my face upward again. She looked down at me. "You're right that I have no idea how sorry you are." Before I could recover from my surprise at the unexpected turn of events, her ass settled heavily directly onto my face. This time, there was no dodging or avoiding. She caught me by complete surprise. My face was entirely covered by her ass, and my breath was cut off as my nose pressed into her cotton panties. How humiliating! I couldn't imagine being in a more humiliating position than having this snotty teenaged girl whom I detested sitting with her ass on my face. I struggled to pull away, but I felt her legs tighten, holding my head tightly in place. "It doesn't mean anything to be sorry when you're being punished. In fact, I think you should stay right where you are until I'm convinced you've gained a deeper appreciation of me--or at least my ass," she laughed confidently, "It will be a lesson that you'll never forget." She shifted back and forth, forcing my nose slightly deeper into her panties, as if to emphasize her point. "... and knowing what a self-righteous bitch you are... I'm guessing it's going to take a while," she laughed as she sat up to let me catch a quick breath of air. "Tamara... please," I begged. She paused a moment. "You know what's funny? I was just teasing when I stuck my ass in your face," she said angrily, "but you just had keep pushing me!" As her full ass descended back toward face, I knew this time she wasn't teasing. "Wait! Please--mmmmmmmmph!" As she let her skirt fall over my face, I was suddenly filled with dread as I realized how determined she was to make me pay -- even more when I realized there was nothing I could do to stop her. I thought about trying to scream for help, but I knew that wouldn't help. No one would hear, and Krista wouldn't be home for hours. I did some quick math in my head. Assuming she was working a short shift, she wouldn't home for at least four hours! My attention was diverted as I realized I was running out of oxygen. I started struggling in earnest, but she didn't budge. If anything, she just held me tighter. I was starting to feel light-headed and beginning to panic for real. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmph!" I tried to protest, but my pleas were muffled and lost in her ass. My lungs were starting to burn. What was she thinking? I was getting so weak I was barely even able to struggle. Just as I was beginning to fear for my life, she relented and lifted her ass off my face. I breathed deeply in relief, savoring the sweet air as it filled my lungs. However, she had other ideas. I had taken no more than a few breaths before her ass was again smothering my face. I was so busy trying to catch my breath that it never even occurred to me to try to turn away. It wasn't long before I was again struggling for air. In desperation, I found myself straining to breathe whether she was going to willingly let me have air or not. Her panties actually gave me a little room to breathe, although it was definitely not ideal. My disgust at having my nose wedged tightly against her panty-covered ass did nothing to stop my desperate gasps for air. Curious Girls Ch. 01 "You really seem to be enjoying sniffing my ass," she grinned, "let me help you out." She wiggled more assertively on my face, showing her disturbingly increasing comfort and enjoyment with the position she was in as well as the position I was in. After a few minutes, she sat up giving me a few moments of air. Her ass hovered threateningly above my face, making it exceedingly difficult to fully enjoy the reprieve. As her ass descended back toward my face, I turned away again, feeling her weight come to rest on the side of my head. However, my resistance served little purpose as a moment later her hands were already back on my face, wrenching my nose back up into her panties. Her hands held my face tightly, forcing me to look straight into her oncoming ass as it covered my face. Once again, I found myself in darkness, unable to breath. She began sliding back and force on my face, forcing my nose back and forth along her ass, her panties rubbing somewhat painfully against my nose. It was a bit easier catch the odd breath air, but it was still disorienting having her rubbing her ass my face. I felt so humiliated. Granted, I had been a little mean to her, but she was definitely overreacting. I struggled to push her off the best I could, but it was disorienting having her rubbing her ass on my face. Most of my effort was spent struggling for air and trying to keep her weighted grinding from hurting my nose too badly. Additionally, it was hard to keep my eyes open with her rubbing her ass on my face. Besides, I really didn't relish the thought of staring continually at her ass. She continued to rub her ass on face, enjoying the feeling of control it gave her to listen to me gasping for air and trying to protest as I struggled weakly against her. After a while, she finally lifted her ass off my face. "You'd better not be enjoying this," she laughed. "I'll tell you what. If you ask nicely, I'll let you go." I wasn't sure she meant it, but I there was no way I was going to waste any time. "Tamara... please let me--mmmmmph," Tamara slammed her ass roughly back down into my head, cutting off my plea. "Don't you want me to let you go?" she asked again. "All you have to do is ask..." "Please--mmmmmmmmph." Her ass slammed back into my head again. I was getting really annoyed. As she lifted her her ass again, I tried again without waiting for her to ask. "Tamara, don't--mmmph--I-- mmmmmph... stop--mmmph--fat ass... mmmmph--fucking--mmmmmmph-- cunt!" She continually smashed her ass into my face, making everything I tried to say completely unintelligible. I admit, about halfway through, my protests and pleas turned mostly to profanity, but I was getting really angry. Her ass repeatedly smashing my face was not only painful but extremely disorienting. Eventually, she came back to a rest on my face, cutting off my air once again. "Well, maybe you're enjoying this after all. I gave you an easy out, and you didn't take it," she said thoughtfully, "but I guess it's OK for you to enjoy yourself as long as you learn your lesson." I couldn't believe she was going to pretend that I was enjoying this. She began bouncing heavily on my face, shifting increasingly more of her weight onto my head as her confidence increased. I tried not to think about the fact that only her underwear was stopping my nose from slipping deeper and deeper into her ass with each successive bounce. After a while of Tamara alternating between bouncing on my head and slamming her ass into my face, she rested her weight heavily on me. Slowly, she began shifting her weight side-to-side, picking up speed as she got comfortable. I could literally feel my nose pushing her panties even deeper between her ass cheeks. This continued for what felt like an eternity with her alternating between bouncing on my face and wiggling back and forth. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" Tamara paused and sat up as she looked down at me. "Get off my face you fat, fucking whore! When I get free--mmmmmmmph!" She heavily sat back onto my face. "Guess not," she said, "I guess this going to take more effort than I thought." She bounced a few times for emphasis. "I'm not sure how to make my point any more clear though," she mused, "any thoughts from you?" "Fuck you! As if anything could be as humiliating and disgusting as having your panties in my face." I was fuming. "Oh, that's a really interesting way for you to phrase that. I bet if you thought really hard, you could think of something more humiliating to have on your face," she giggled, "But do I dare?" She went quiet a while, but continued to rest her full weight on my head. Eventually, she spoke up. "I'm going to do it," she announced decisively. "It's so mean, but if anyone deserves it... it's you." She sat up, allowing me breathe. As I struggled to catch my breath, she slowly reached behind her back and slid her fingers shyly into the elastic of her panties. She hesitated a moment, then began sliding them down. My stomach sank. "What do you think you're doing?" I struggled to break free. "You're really sick, you know that? This isn't funny." Her milky white ass slowly came into view as she continued to tug at her panties. Her buttocks were actually surprisingly firm and supple looking for their size, and she had a decent number of freckles spanning her ass cheeks. However, what terrified me most was the crack between her cheeks. I had a sinking feeling she intended my face be there. Her panties fell down her legs, landing on my torso as she began to slowly lower herself back down. "Dear God," I begged, "Please don't do this." She paused. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't put your stupid face where it belongs. You know you deserve this." Her ass resumed its descent. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," I turned my face to the side. "Please, Tamara." I felt the soft skin of her ass rub lightly against cheek. I had been pretty sure she was just teasing, but I was becoming less convinced of that. "How does it feel?" Tamara laughed. "It's just a small taste of what's coming." She continued rubbing her cheeks against mine. I could feel both of her ass cheeks individually against my skin. "Seriously, Tamara! What the fuck is wrong with you? You are fucking disgusting! This is so messed up." I let my anger get the best of me. "You realize you're basically begging for this, right?" She reached down and I felt her hand cover my face. I tried to resist as she forcefully pulled my head straight. I tried to turn away again, but before I could, her ankles tightened against my head, forcing me to look up at her naked ass hovering ominously over my face. She began to lower herself again toward my face. "Please, Tamara," I begged, "I'll do anything. Please don't do this." "The more you beg, the more I know this is the right thing." "What kind of logic is that?!" "The bigger of a deal this is for you, the more likely it'll be a lesson you'll never forget." "Don't worry," I tried to reassure her, "There's no way I'll ever forget this." "And there's only one way to be sure," she laughed, "Besides, the thought of your face in my ass is too perfect. I can't think of better payback for the way you've been treating me for years." Her hands reached back and grabbed my face roughly, pulling my head straight. I found myself staring yet again up her dress. I tried to turn away again, but her legs tensed against either side of my face, holding my head in place. She hiked up her skirt as she began lowering herself again. "Just think," she goaded, "in mere seconds, your entire face is going to be buried so deeply in my ass, people won't be able to tell where one starts and the other stops." She was lowering herself so slowly, it was pure torture. My breath got short as I began to panic again. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Please--" She was no more than an inch away... half an inch. Her ass encompassed my view. I knew any moment I was going to feel my nose slide between her cheeks. I prepared for the worst. She let her dress fall around my head, and suddenly I couldn't see her ass anymore, nor how close it was to me. I waited for the inevitable and prayed her desire for revenge would be quickly satiated. It made it so much worse not knowing when it was coming. Suddenly, I heard the front door slam and Tamara shot to her feet. Light suddenly blinded me. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Before I could get my bearings, Krista was standing at my bedroom door. "What's going on in here?" "I--um--" I stuttered. Tamara, who was now standing next to the bed jumped in. "I came back to get my jacket that I left behind earlier," She made up quickly, "I saw Sara still asleep and was going to surprise her until you messed it up." Krista looked at me in surprise. "It's almost half-past two. What are you still doing in bed?" "I--um--" I looked over at Tamara who was giving me a dirty look. I debated how much to tell Krista, but finally settled on nothing. It was just too embarrassing. "I guess I was tired," I responded. Wait, half-past two? When I'd looked at the clock earlier, it had been around 10 o'clock. That meant my face had been in Tamara's ass for around the last four hours. I was just thankful Krista showed up when she did. The thought of instead spending the last four hours in Tamara's ass minus the panties was unthinkable, but it could have happened if she's gotten the idea earlier. "Hey, Tamara," Krista turned, "Since you're here, wanna stay for dinner?" "Sure! I'd love to!" Tamara joined up with Krista and they left the room, closing the door behind them. I sat up, still dazed. Tamara's panties were still on the floor. I guess she hadn't had time to put them back on before Krista came in. I picked them up carefully, wrinkling my nose in disgust. I debated what I should do with them. I heard the door knob turning, and I quickly shoved them under my pillow. It was Krista again. "We're going for a walk! Come join us." "Um--" I hesitated. I had been looking forward to a hot shower to wash away the feeling of dirtiness. "Sure," I said reluctantly, "Why not?" Krista closed the door and left again. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and into some casual clothes. I was dreading seeing Tamara again, still unsure of what to expect. She'd been interrupted from doing something she seemed to really want to do. Maybe she'd be happy with the punishment she'd already given, but then again, maybe not. I sighed and stepped out of my room. Only time would tell. To be continued... ***** Please feel free to email with what you want to happen next. I'm open to suggestions. ;-)