Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2006 02:05:39 -0500
From: harald v <haraldv1@loveable.com>
Subject: invisible allie

WARNING:::::: This story deals with various sexual situations involving
teenagers, including with adults. It also deals, however coincidentally,
with other issues that can be construed as fetishes. Among them masks and
vomiting. The main character, Allie, is based on a girl about her age that
I read about online, as are certain other situational traits.

(ff, fM, oral sex, raunch, incest, masks, masturbation)

Want to know more? Want to suggest something?  I am at
haraldv1@loveable.com .


The school bus slowly came to a stop in front of Allie Powers' house, at
181 NE. Reno Court. Allie, a tall, fairskinned, brunette of just barely
thirteen, who by that time had a splitting headache, and was dizzy and
extremely nauseated, stormed off the bus, almost forgetting her lunch
box. She ran as fast as she could, lunchbox in hand toward her family's
house, an olive green, single story house with a semicircular pebble
driveway. She ran down the brick walkway toward the front door, her nausea
increasing seemingly tenfold every five seconds. As she ascended the two
steps to the door, she encountered the need to swallow hard repeatedly. Her
stomach was churning very heavily by this time, and her headache was
getting worse.
	She stormed through the door, slamming it behind her. She stood
about five feet past the door, opened her mouth, and coughed twice.
Clenching her stomach, she heaved three times. Her cheeks then began to
bloat. As she felt her stomach go into spasms, a thin stream of off-white
liquid forced itself out of her mouth, splashing on the tile floor. Three
seconds later, she very loudly belched, and a very thick stream of somewhat
more yellowish liquid forced itself out of her mouth for about six seconds.
This time, some of it landed on her, almost surely ruining her yellow
cotton sundress, black pantyhose, and gray sneakers.
	Her sister, Nicole, witnessed Allie getting sick. Nicole was
fifteen years old. She was maybe five feet, ten inches tall, and had long,
wavy reddish brown hair that she put in a bun, and hazel eyes. She was very
athletic, and had developed C-cup breasts She rushed over, concerned, but
not panicked, as she knew what was going on medically with her younger
sister.
	"Hmmmm...well...*sigh*...grilled cheese and clam chowder?" she
asked, looking at the pool of vomit left by Allie.
	"And a Mounds and a lemonade," said Allie. "I'm exhausted. I'm
gonna go shower and take a nap."
	"Well, hold on a minute. Mom told me to tell you that Dr. Newhall
looked at the test results, and concluded you do have that chemical
sensitivity thing." said Nicole.
	"MCS." corrected Allie.
	"Yeah. Sorry bud." Nicole said in a tone of pity.
	"What's that thing in your hand?" Allie asked, gesturing to an
oddly shaped piece of silk with loops on either side.
	"It's...it's a face mask. The doctor gave it to you to wear when
you're in public, just to keep you safe." Nicole sighed. "It goes over your
nose and mouth, like a surgical mask. Here. Better take this up to your
room and put it on after you shower. I'll clean up after you."
	Allie took the mask Nicole handed her, and carefully headed to the
shower, so as not to drip anymore vomit on the floor.
	"What a day." she sighed quietly.
	She slid out of her drenched yellow sundress first. Then she took
off her shoes and her black pantyhose. She quickly got into the shower, and
turned the handheld faucet almost to "hot", spraying quickly all over her
body in an attempt to rinse herself off. She then grabbed the bottle of
bright sour-apple green bodywash and poured some into her right hand, which
which she spread it around, first on her barely-developed chest, and large
brown nipples,then down her arms, legs, and feet, creating a good lather
all around. She rinsed herself off, then repeated the process.
	A few minutes later, she grapped a handful of baby blue shampoo,
and worked it into the scalp of her straight, long brown hair, spending
about ten minutes so that she knew she was totally clean. Then, she rinsed
carefully, shut down the water, and climbed out to dry herself.
	Allie had put her silk protective mask to the right of the sink.
She picked it up, putting the right earloop over her ear, and then doing
the same with the left. She pinched the metal noseclip tightly around her
nose. She then pulled on the bottom of the mask, straightening the fabric
so that it extended halfway between her chin and neck.
	Then, for about two minutes, Allie just stared at herself. She
could only see her sad, almost tearful dark brown eyes. Her mouth and nose
were hidden underneath her silk face mask. Her headache and nausea had
subsided somewhat, but it was hard for her to look at herself in a mask.
She felt so alien. So untouchable. So defective. It was bad enough that her
chest was just barely starting to grow. Most of her female classmates had
B-cup, and sometimes C-cup, breasts, and hers were about the size of ping
pong balls, and were covered by pink, dime-sized nipples. And it was bad
enough that her long, straight dark brown hair and eyes clashed so badly
with her ghostly pale complexion.
	"Well, at least I'm tall enough to play basketball," she mumbled to
herself. Indeed, at five feet, nine inches, that would have probably been
true. She then immediately realized that she probably didn't have much
chance of even basketball, though, now that she is seemingly permanently
ill.
	She went back to her room to take a nap. Her pajamas, solid white
cotton with feet of the same fabric, were laid out neatly on her bed for
her. She sat on the bed, legs dangling, and grabbed her pajamas, inserting
both legs into them at once, foregoing panties. She then reached back and
pulled her left arm through the left sleeve, and then her right one through
the other. Finally, she buttoned herself up.
	Allie then laid back on the bed, resting her head on a blue pillow,
and her body on top of a white comforter. She just lay there for a few
minutes, enjoying the cool feel of her pajamas, especially around her feet,
which she wiggled and rubbed together. Her headache and nausea continued to
subside.
	She closed her eyes, but remained awake. Her mind wandered to
Mr. Portis, her biology teacher. He was a tall, young, stocky man of 28. He
was well tanned, clean shaven and had dark brown shoulder-length hair and
blue eyes. He looked somewhat like Michael Bolton, but with straight
hair. He always dressed in blue jeans, a button up shirt, and a colorful
tie.
	Mr. Portis was very popular with the kids. He was an engaging
instructor, very patient, and was part of a rock band on the side. He
taught 6th, 7th and 8th grade bio, coached girls' basketball, and ran the
Mathletes club. He drove an '87 Camaro that he restored and sometimes
entered into auto shows.
	Allie's eyes remained closed, but she remained alert. She undid the
bottom two buttons on her pajamas. Enough to slide a hand in. Her heart
began to race. She brought her knees up halfway, feet still on the bed. She
spread her legs, almost like a butterfly. She laid her hand near her pubic
bone. She stretched her index finger and started to gently but quickly rub
her clitoris, which was already engorged. Her heart began to pump harder
and faster. She moved her right hand down a bit, and started to stroke her
clitoris in firm circular motions. She opened her mouth slightly, feeling
her mask collapse against her mouth as her breathing became heavier.
	Her hips started to buck forward. As this happened, she moved her
hand so that her index finger and middle finger were able to find their way
inside her warm, sticky vagina. With her fingers, she stroked the front
wall of her vagina. With her thumb, she made circles on her clitoris.
Immediately, her stomach muscles became tighter, and she let out an audible
grunt.
	Her hips bucked again several times, and her crotch became very wet
and sticky. She could smell the aroma of sweat and vaginal fluid even with
her mask on. After about a minute, her back arched way up, her hips bucked
foward, and Allie let out three long moans. She could feel two heavy gushes
of vaginal fluid be expelled directly onto the crotch of her pajamas. After
about ten seconds, her body relaxed, and she withdrew her wet, sticky right
hand, placing it next to her on the bed. She then drifted off to a leaden
sleep.
	About ninety minutes later, Allie woke up, refreshed, but still hot
and bothered. She still had thoughts of Mr. Portis swirling in his
brain. Naughty thoughts. She lay on her bed, indulging in a dream about
him...

	"Knock knock!" a young man's voice says cheerfully.
	"Come in, Mr. P. I've been waiting for you. You have car trouble or
something?" asks Allie, waiting in bed, masked, but otherwise naked.
	"Not car trouble. Just low on gas is all." says Mr. Portis. "Man,
you look absolutely beautiful!"
	Allie giggles.
	"I think you look gorgeous in your mask, but if you want to, take
it off for a minute. I'd like to show you something." offers Mr. Portis.
	"Uhhh...Okayyy." Allie giggles nervously, pulling her mask
underneath her chin.
	Mr. Portis takes off his pink dress shirt, yellow tie, and jeans,
exposing olive green briefs. He jumps onto the bed, straddling Allie while
she lay on her back.
	"Allie, you may not have realized, but I've seen you make out with
Rachel and Mindy by the playground by Building 200." he says.
	"Ohhhh..." Allie says nervously. "Oh boy."
	"You are very talented at such a young age. Have you been with a
guy before?"
	"Uhhh. Yeah. I made out with Ned from Ms. Bamberg's homeroom
once....Why?"
	"I'd like to take it to the next level. That is, if you trust
me....You do, don't you?"
	"Yes, Mr. Portis."
	"Ed. Why don't you call me Ed?"
	"Yes, Ed."
	Ed puts his hand on the front of his briefs, pulling them down,
exposing a neatly trimmed crotch and an erect penis that looks to be seven
inches long, and two wide.
	"I'd like to let you try...no, experience...fellatio. That is, if
that's what you want, too." says Ed.
	Allie's heart starts throbbing ecstatically. Her breathing starts
to intensify. Her dreams are coming true. Beyond true. She's becoming
noticed. Noticed by a favorite teacher. One she finds eminently attractive.
	"Uhhhh...yeah!" she says with interest, excitement, and fear, all
at once. "I've seen it on some video. I think I can do it."
	"I know you can, Allie. You're my smartest, most attractive
student."
	Allie puts her head down, opening her mouth wide. Ed moves forward,
grabbing onto the post in back of her bed. He takes his penis and guides it
slowly into her small mouth, which struggles to accomodate the width of it.
	"You OK down there?" Ed asks.
	"Mhmmm." she says.
	Ed slowly pushes his penis further into her mouth, stopping at her
uvula. She tries to work her tongue all over the underside of it. He begins
to thrust his hips gently, moving his penis back and forth within the
girl's mouth. She moans, and starts to drool out the right side of her
mouth.
	He continues this action for another six minutes. Meanwhile, Allie
drools more and more as Ed's penis makes its motions. All of a sudden, Ed
grunts four times, bucking his hips. Allie gags as a torrent of sticky,
salty, slimy fluid pulses into her mouth, most of which goes down her
throat. After about thirty seconds, Ed slowly withdraws his penis with is
right hand, spilling more of the fluid down her chin.

	"Knock knock knock." said a young, female voice. Allie immediately
opened her eyes, seemingly surprised to find herself in her pajamas and
mask, and seemingly with no fluid on her face. Nicole stood by the bed.
	"How are you feeling, sport?" she asked.
	"Lots better, actually." Allie said.
	"Good deal. Better get up soon, though. I am making turkey
soup. You feel like eating?"
	"Yeah. I'll be down in a few minutes."
	"It'll all be ready in 20 minutes. Take your time."
	Nicole started for the door.
	"Wait, Nicole?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Ummmmm....well..."
	"Ummmmm....well, huh?"
	Allie laughed. "Do you think I'm the least bit pretty?"
	"Yeah, I do, kiddo."
	"Why do I feel invisible?"
	"I dunno, kiddo."
	"My bio teacher never seems to notice me, even though I do all his
assignments, plus extra credit when I can."
	"Your bio teacher?! You mean Portis?"
	"Yeah."
	"He's over twice your age. Plus, he has a job, house of his own,
and most importantly, a family."
	"Yeahhhh, I know."
	"Do you know any kids your own age that you've had thoughts about?"
	"Ummmmm...no. I don't know any guys my own age."
	"What about girls? Have you ever thought about girls in that way?"
	"Ummmm...."
	"Come on, Allie." pried Nicole. It's fine to think about.
	"Well, first, have you?" asked Allie.
	"Yes. In fact, the first person I ever explored sexual feelings
with was a girl. I was eight, almost nine. She was eleven. She looked
almost like you, actually." said Nicole.
	"What did you do? I mean...did you...I don't know what I mean."
	Nicole walked over and sat on the bed. She kicked off her black
mary janes. She took off her burgundy turtleneck sweater, and then her
orange long sleeve t-shirt, revealing her pale, slightly saggy, C-cup
breasts, which had reddish brown nipples about one and a half inches wide.
	Allie gasped. Her eyes widened.
	"Just a moment, I'll show you what we did!" Nicole said with a
sinister grin. She finally removed her jeans shorts and tossed them to the
floor, leaving her off-white, wool stockings on. She crawled over so she
could straddle Allie's slim, pajama-clad body at the stomach. She bent down
and pulled Allie's mask below her chin.
	"You'll be OK. I put all the chemicals away."
	She gently kissed Allie on the lips. Allie sighed.
	"But I---"
	"Yeah, I know, Allie. You got a little upset tummy. The taste
doesn't bother me."
	"But---"
	"Yes, I'm your sister. I'm your flesh and blood. And I'm a girl."
	She kissed Allie on the lips again.
	"It doesn't matter. In fact, who better to learn from?" assured
Nicole.
	Allie relaxed and opened her mouth a little. Nicole immediately
dove down and covered Allie's open mouth with her own. Allie moaned. She
reached out and brought Nicole down on top of her. Nicole sucked on Allie's
slightly open mouth, gradually sliding her tongue into Allie's mouth. Allie
whimpered as Nicole's tongue caressed hers. Allie reached up and lay her
right hand on Nicole's back as they kissed with even more intensity. Allie
moved her hand in slow circles, and maybe a minute later slid her hand down
between Nicole's buttocks.
	"That's it, Allie. I little lower." instructed Nicole.
	Allie moved her right hand down further as they resumed a tight,
increasingly salivated liplock. Nicole let out a sudden, loud, grunt, and
her breathing became very hard. Allie's finger suddenly had found its way
inside her sister. Allie grunted, then pulled away.
	"Is that your vagina?" she asked, panting.
	"Yes. Yes it is."
	"Whoah."
	"Here. Let me show you."
	Nicole got up and slid forward, and spread her legs. fright in
front of her sister's face. She held her labia up with her finger, exposing
a hole that appeared to have a clear, sticky liquid trickling from it down
her left groin.
	"See? There it is up close."
	"It's all wet."
	"Well, that's what happens when you get turned on. You know that."
she laughed. "I heard you earlier."
	Allie's eyes widened.
	"No!" she exclaimed.
	"Yes! I do it every day, sweetie!"
	"You touch yourself down there?!"
	"Have been since, ohhhh...age 8 or so."
	Nicole got off the bed, and dragged Allie by her pajama-covered
feet until her legs hung off the bed. She stood up and unbuttoned all of
Allie's buttons, which led deep into her crotch.
	"OK, lay back down." said Nicole.
	Nicole knelt on the floor. She pried the opening to Allie's pajamas
apart at the bottom. She spat a large gob of saliva onto Allie's clitoris,
and watched it trickle towards her vagina. She very gently started to lick
her sister's clitoris, slowly moving up and down with her tongue. Allie
moaned softly, her breathing becoming faster. Nicole then gingerly ran her
right index finger into the girl's vagina, curling it upward.
	"Oh god!" Allie sighed. The muscles in her lower abdomen began to
flutter. She moaned softly as Nicole began to stroke the front of her
vagina, first slowly, then with increasing speed. At the same time, Nicole
started sucking firmly but carefully on Allie's clitoris. Allie's stomach
muscles visibly tightened. Her back arched slightly, relaxing immediately.
	"Ohhhhh god." Allie moaned. Nicole, still sucking firmly on her
little sister's clitoris, inserted a second finger into Allie's wet, sticky
vagina. She applied firm pressure to the front wall, and began to pump
Allie's vagina, which almost immediately began to contract around Nicole's
hand. Nicole pumped a little bit faster, releasing her mouth from Allie's
clitoris.
	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Allie moaned loudly. After about a minute and a
half, Allie's hips very suddenly started to buck for the next twenty
seconds, and she grunted repeatedly the whole time. Then her back arched,
causing her small breasts and hard, brown nipples to expose themselves from
underneath her footed pajamas. Her back remained arched for almost twenty
seconds, and then her body relaxed. Nicole withdrew her hand from her
little sister's vagina. She crawled up to where she could lay down on her
side, facing Allie, and put her arm around her. Allie then slid her mask
back up over her mouth and nose.
	"You are gorgeous, Allie. Don't you ever think otherwise."
	Nicole kissed Allie on her right cheek, and then the two sisters
drifted off to a leaden sleep together.