Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2004 16:54:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Harald V. <haraldv1@yahoo.com>
Subject: sars to lose, part I

The following is the first installment of a story called "SARS To Lose". It
involves fetish (masks, sleepwear), and masturbation involving an 11/f.
Further installments will involve group sex and masturbation amongst teen
and preteen girls, and the aforementioned fetish. If any of this bothers
you, do not read further.

No copyright is held beyond that which is mentioned on nifty.org

If you would like to comment, by all means please email me at
haraldv1@yahoo.com .

			   SARS TO LOSE: Part I


	"Wake up, sleepyhead!" Charisse heard her sister Sarah say in a
loud but unexpectedly muffled voice. Puzzled, she sleepily woke up from
under her white Winnie the Pooh covers. She looked up and gasped in
momentary horror.
	Sarah was standing, hovering over the left side of her bed.She was
all dressed for another day at their Catholic girls' school in Toronto. The
sixteen year old's long brown hair was brushed straight, nicely framing her
fair-skinned face and hazel eyes. Sarah, who stood five feet and seven
inches, was wearing the school uniform: a light blue button up shirt, a
charcoal gray plaid skirt, and a navy blue sweater. She also had on navy
blue cable-knit tights and saddle shoes.
	She was also wearing a white dust mask over her nose and mouth.
Charisse looked over to the right side of her bed and saw her other sister
Heather, Sarah's twin, who was also masked.With her uniform shirt and
skirt, she wore white cable-knit tights and black mary janes.
	"Charisse, there is a very serious bug going around called
SARS. Mom says we all need to wear a face mask whenever we're in public and
whenever we have friends over. That includes school. You'll leave your mask
on your face during class. You can only take it off to eat lunch." Sarah
said in a motherly tone.
	"There's a dispenser in the bathroom. Make sure your face is nice
and dry, then grab a mask and put it on as soon as you are dry. 'kay, bud?
I'll help you with it if you need it" Heather said, patting Charisse on the
back. Charisse just rubbed her eyes and grunted on the way to the bathroom.
	She closed the door and locked it, and just stared in the mirror
for a moment. She was by all acounts a darling girl. She was four feet and
six inches tall, and had naturally curly platinum blonde hair, and blue
eyes. She had very fair skin, and rosy cheeks. An absolute angel.
	She was still wearing her pajamas. Solid red fleece ones with both
feet and mittens attached. The feet had white vinyl soles and toecaps, and
the mittens were solid white. They were customized, bought over the web by
her parents for her 11th birthday the previous month.
	She proceeded to unzip her pajamas, and climb out of them, leaving
them on the floor. She took off her pink Hello Kitty panties.She climbed
into the tub and closed the curtain, turning on the water with her left
hand, and holding the shower head with her right. "Ooh!", she
exclaimed. The water was a bit cold. But she decided she liked it that way
for now.
	Charisse happened to have the shower head pointed between her
legs. She kind of liked the feeling of the water on that area of the body,
so she held it there for a bit, right between her clitoris and her
vagina.She turned the flow dial to "pulse", just to see what would happen.
	She suddenly let out a loud sigh that kind of surprised her. Her
breathing got a little heavy and fast. She ran her right hand up and down
her body, liking how she was feeling. She pinched and twisted her right
nipple lightly, then her left. She dropped the shower head, moving her
right hand to her still-hairless nether regions so she could feel her
clitoris. She proceeded to rub it in circles while her left hand continued
to rub her breasts, which had just begin to develop last month, and weren't
even an A-cup. They protruded about three millimeters, and were capped by
pink nipples the width of an American quarter.
	She rubbed her clitoris even harder, and moved her other hand to
her vagina, inserting her index finger and middle finger, and moving them
in and out. She pressed the front wall of her vagina as she thrusted. Her
stomach muscles pulled in. Her breathing got much faster and heavier. She
collapsed to her knees and grabbed hold of the bath tub. Her hips started
to buck while she continued to move her fingers in and out of her
vagina. An orgasm was building. She knew this because of what her nine year
old friend told her. Anna was the one that first taught Charisse to
masturbate a couple months ago.
	Charisse got down on her back. The water was still running, but she
didn't care. She inserted another finger and pumped harder and harder. She
grunted softly but repeatedly. Her stomach muscles pulled in again. Her
back arched as high up as it could. She let out a cry as her body was
blissfully lost in a multitude of contractions. These lasted about fourty
seconds, and then her body slowly relaxed.
	She shut the water off and dried off her hair very well with a blow
drier. She then dried off the rest of her adorable but sexy body with a
towel. She then threw the towel, her panties, and her pajamas into the
hamper by the toilet. She then reached for a small white cardboard box on
the right side of the sink.
	"Ho boy. This must be it. I can't believe this."
	Charisse reached inside, pulling out what essentially looked like a
surgical mask, but it was white, not blue, and had two blue rubber bands
instead of just a single rubber band. She cupped the mask in her right
hand, letting the rubber bands dangle over her hand. She looked at it. The
mask had a black, rubberlike compound lining where it touches the face of
the person wearing it.
	"I guess this is how you do it." Charisse said, not really sure of
herself. She shyly lifted the mask to her face, firmly pressing the black
part over her nose and mouth. With her left land, she grabbed one of the
rubber bands, and stretched it over her head, placing it right above her
ears. She then grabbed the other rubber band and placed it right below her
ears. "I guess this is right", she mumbled.
	Charisse came out of the shower, naked, except for the mask she was
wearing. Nudity never bothered her family. Her sisters were very
comfortable with being naked around her and eachother.
	She walked slowly and bashfully toward her sisters. Sarah walked
over
 and adjusted Charisse's noseclip, pressing the two sides of the nose of
Charisse's mask together to ensure a good fit.
	"Good job. I've laid your clothes out on the bed. Come on out to
the living room when you are ready, 'kay?", said Sarah.
	"OK."
	Charisse first put on her panties. They were simple white cotton
ones with red and light blue teddy bears on them. She then grabbed her
light blue cable-knit tights. She rolled the right side up, stuck her right
foot in, and rolled the tights up her leg to just above her knee. She did
the exact same thing to the left side, and then pulled both sides all the
way up to her waist.
	Then came the skirt, followed by her button up shirt, which she
wore with not even a training bra, and then her white wool mittens.
	"Charisse!!!!!" Heather yelled.
	"OK!!! Just getting on my shoes!!!" she yelled in a muffled manner
as she strapped on her black mary janes. She grabbed a gray fleece hoodie
with a zipper and put it on as she flew into the living room.
	Heather started the engine to her white Honda Accord, all the girls
belted in, and they were on their way to school.

			TO BE CONTINUED