Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 21:37:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Harald V. <haraldv1@yahoo.com>
Subject: sars to lose part 2

	This is the continuation of "sars to lose", by me, Harald. I do not
claim any copyright beyond any bestowed by nifty.org. This story contains
situations involving masturbation and mutual masturbation involving two
preteen females, fetishism (masks), and urination. If any of this offends
you, do not read any further. I welcome constructive comments. If you would
like to contact me, do so at haraldv1@yahoo.com .


	Heather pulled into the gravel parking lot of their school. All
three girls got out of the car, and proceeded to their respective
homerooms. As they were walking together, they saw four tables laid out on
the asphalt playground, end to end. A line of about fifty students, girls
from age nine to eighteen, slowly made their way through the line. As they
came out they all were wearing or putting on thick, bright blue hospital
masks that were the same "cone" shape as what Sarah, Heather and Charisse
were wearing. The masks each had two white rubber bands to hold them in
place.
	"Oh, look!", Sarah exclaimed.
	"What?", Heather asked?
	"Someone's waving at us. I wonder who, though." Sarah said.
	They all decided to walk toward the girl in the distance, who was
standing next to another girl. It turns out that hiding behind those far
off blue masks were their friends Anna and Katie, whom they had been
neighbors of their whole lives. Anna and Charisse were particularly
close. Cloose in a way most girls that age aren't really supposed to be.
	Anna was a pretty, and by all accounts precocious, nine year old
girl. She had dirty blond hair that fell in waves to her shoulders. She had
a dark tan and bright blue eyes. She stood four foot four, and was pretty
skinny. That day, she was wearing the obligatory light blue button-up
shirt, charcoal gray plaid skirt, and navy blue sweater. With this, she
wore pantyhose, black mary janes, and black wool gloves.
	Katie, the girl standing beside her, was her fourteen year old
sister. Even though she was older, she was regarded as very dainty,
especially versus her little sister, Anna. Katie had fair skin, freckles,
and long strawberry blonde hair that flowed straightly down to her B-cup
breasts. She had pouty blue eyes and a little baby fat on her cheeks. She
stood about five feet and three inches tall, and had rather muscular legs
from playing on the school soccer team. She was on the school soccer team
and a club team, and this gave her legs a good amount of shape. Overall, a
very pretty girl, but in a different way than Anna. Katie complemented her
uniform with red cable-knit tights, black mary janes, and light purple
fleece mittens.
	"Hey, kids! What's goin' on?" said Katie in her raspy, and now
muffled, voice.
	"Heya, Katie. Hey, Anna!", Heather said.
	"This place is so creepy! How long 'til we're allowed to take these
ugly things off?", moaned Charisse.
	"Well, not until this SARS thing is over. I don't really
care. Better safe than sorry. Right Anna?"
	Anna rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. I'm cold."
	"Let's go to homeroom, now. What say, kiddo?" giggled Katie.
	The girls split off into groups and said their goodbyes. Anna and
Charisse headed to the brick building that served as the middle school with
Katie, Sarah and Heather marching on over to the upper school. The upper
school was on the other side of the playground in a long, white stucco
building with a tall steeple on one end. Katie and the twins were in the
same homeroom, Room 107. It was the third door on the right. Mr. McAlester
hadn't arrived, yet, but twelve of the sixteen students had taken their
seats.
	Sarah and Heather sat up in the furthest left front seats, with
Katie right behind Sarah. Heather stood up and looked around the
room. Everybody who had arrived was in their seats. There were a few
students talking quietly together, but most of them were either getting
their folders out or just staring into space.
	About half of the students in room 107 were wearing the bright blue
masks the school handed out. Others had already purchased theirs from
elsewhere, except Mindy, the tan brunette behind Heather. Mindy's dad made
her wear his spare spray painting respirator. It was a big, bulky black
rubber mask with a big white disc protruding from either side, and two
heavy nylon straps holding it to her mouth and nose.
	Anna and Charisse, meanwhile, made their way to Room 8, their
homeroom, which was run by Mr. Walker. There were ten students in all, all
from nine to twelve years old. All eight of the other students had arrived,
dutifully wearing the blue protective masks given them, but Mr. Walker was
nowhere to be seen. Charisse put her backpack beneath the seat she chose in
the back next to her friend Kiley, a slim, short Asian girl with pigtails.
	"Come with me." said Anna, still wearing her backpack.
	"Okay". Charisse followed.
	Anna grabbed Charisse's hand and hurried her into the wheelchair
accessible restroom, which was a solitary, spacious unit. Anna locked the
door. She took off her backpack and laid it in the sink. She unzipped one
of the compartments, taking out a long, black, rubber or plastic object
that Charisse felt looked suspiciously like a part of the male anatomy that
she saw in Sarah's sex ed book. She gasped. Her eyes widened.
	Anna then proceeded to take out a big bottle of hand lotion. She
held the mysterious object in her right hand, and carefully squirted some
of the white lotion onto it. She rubbed the lotion along the shaft of the
object. She handed it to Charisse. Charisse grabbed the slippery object in
her right hand, not knowing what to do with it.
	"Anna, what is this, and why did you squirt lotion all over it?"
she asked sheepishly.
	"It's a vibrator. 'Member when you and I had that sleepover at my
house?" Charisse nodded that she did.
	"Remember when I showed you how I run my fingers up and down
between my legs to make myself feel really good?" Anna asked.
	"Yeah. An orgasm. When you laid on your back and started breathing
really heavily, and kinda started to moan?" asked Charisse.
	"Yeah", said Anna.  "Well, this is just another way to do that. And
the lotion just makes it go in better." explained Anna. "You'll see."
	Anna proceeded to pull down her pantyhose and sit on the
toilet. Her hose were now right above her ankles. She took off her sweater,
threw it on the floor, and unbuttoned her shirt, throwing it next to the
sweater, revealing a completely flat chest crowned by dime-sized dark brown
nipples, which were visibly erect, and protruding about an inch. She had no
tanlines because she would often be naked when she was around her swimming
pool.
	Her blue mask still snugly over her mouth and nose, She turned on
the switch to her well lubricated vibrator. She spread her legs all the way
out and slowly eased the vibrator into her bald vagina, which immediately
started contracting around it. She grunted and closed her eyes. Her
breathing became louder. Charisse could see her chest rise dramatically
each time it expanded with air, and then settle back down. Anna eased her
vibrator in as deeply as she could, which became very easy to do; her
vagina was secreting a healthy amount of fluid by now, as Charisse could
see. Charisse saw a thin, whitish stream of fluid coursing from Anna's
vagina down onto the toilet seat and floor.
	Anna started pressing the vibrator more firmly against the front
wall of her vagina. She grabbed hold of the safety bar bolted to the wall
beside her as her body started tensing up uncontrollably. She let out a
loud, low moan for a good four seconds, at which point her stomach muscles
tightened and her back arched. She continued to cling to the bar whle her
body was lost to a long, hard orgasm. Her vagina continued to steadily
secrete thin, milky fluid, some of which could be heard dripping into the
toilet. Anna finally relaxed. As she took out her vibrator, a long string
of fluid clung between it and Anna's crotch for about a second. Anna's hand
was virtually dripping in this combination of her secretions and the lotion
with which she lubricated her vibrator.
	She handed the vibrator to Charisse. "Here. You think you know what
to do?" she asked.
	Charisse nodded. "But what about the mask? Isn't it uncomfortable
to wear when you're...you know?"
	"Not for me. My face is kind of sensitive that way. It kind of
makes it feel that much better. Kind of intense. I think it's called a
'fetish', maybe?", said Anna.
	"I've heard that word." said Charisse.
	"Hold on. I gotta pee. Then I'll get up so you can try my vibe."
said Anna.
	Anna pushed, and then came a loud, steady tinkle, lasting about
twenty seconds followed by three shorter ones of about two seconds
each. She then grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and cleaned herself up. She
proceeded to pull up her panyhose and stand up.
	"Now you do it." Anna said. "I'm here if you need help".
	Charisse unbuttoned her shirt, throwing it on top of Anna's
backpack in the sink. She grabbed the vibrator again with her right
hand. She pulled down her light blue tights and her panties at once, to
just below the knees. This exposed Charisse's completely hairless
crotch. Just like Anna's, but without any tan. She sat down, leaned back
the best she could on the toilet, and spread her legs.
	Charisse flipped the switch of Anna's vibrator so it was on
again. She could hear the faint buzz that signified that it was indeed
on. She eased the black vibrator into her vagina, which had gotten rather
wet on its own while she was watching Anna masturbate. Her own moisture,
combined with the secretions and lotion left on by Anna, made it very easy
for Anna's vibrator to enter deep into Charisse's vagina.
	Charisse slowly slid the vibrator in and out with her right hand,
while she started massaging her barely budding breasts and gently weaking
her nipples, which were now fully erect. She started to moan softly. Anna
got on her knees and crawled up to her. She placed a hand on each of
Charisse's breasts, making circular motions around her nipples. Charisse
moaned louder, and continued to ease Anna's vibrator in and out.
	"Oh my god, I'm having an orgasm!".Charisse yelled underneath her
mask. Charisse's back arched. She grunted about ten times, her whole body
tensing up each time. Anna had an excellent view as fluid gushed out of
Charisse's vagina, down her left leg and onto her right hand as she held
Anna's vibrator in place. Fluid that was an intoxicating combination of
Anna's and Charisse's vaginal secretions and the lotion Anna brought just
in case.
	Charisse's body finally relaxed. She handed the vibrator to Anna,
who wiped it off and put it in her back pack. Charisse pulled up her
panties and tights. Anna flushed the toilet. They then left the restroom
and returned to Room 8, still in time for a very late Mr. Walker, acting as
though nothing had happened.

			TO BE CONTINUED