Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2006 12:43:21 -0500
From: harald v <haraldv1@loveable.com>
Subject: sars-to-lose-4

This is the fourth installment of sars-to-lose. This installment deals
primarily with preteen masturbation, and, secondarily, mentions bathroom
activities in some detail. If this is offensive to you, or illegal in your
area, leave now. If you would like to comment or ask any questions, that is
always welcome. Contact me at haraldv1@loveable.com and I will respond as
soon as, and as fully as, I can.

	Part four----

	At about six thirty the following morning, Anna woke up to the
sound of her sister moaning gently but audibly. The nine year old girl had
been sweating throughout the night, so she removed her nightgown and tossed
it to her side. She resumed lying down on her back, naked except for her
red fleece booties. The moaning continued. At first, it sounded like her
sister. No huge surprise, she thought. Anna knew that Katie masturbated at
least a few times a week. This was no big deal to Anna, as Katie once took
the time to explain what it was all about. In fact, Anna had started to
learn to do it for herself a little bit before her ninth birthday. She
liked to masturbate when she had a private moment, but that seemed never to
occur. Her sister and mother always barged in, so she never felt safe to
explore herself.
	Anna then heard a body shift weight on the bed. Then she heard a
faint buzzing noise, followed by a few minutes of heavy, muffled breathing,
and what sounded like the cries of Katie's friend Anka. Anna got up and sat
herself on the edge of her king sized bed, which was covered in pink
sheets, a white pillow and a white comforter. She let her legs dangle down
and seated herself so that her hips were as far toward the edge as they
could safely go. With her left hand, she held on to the left bedpost and
faced her rectangular, borderless mirror.
	She just looked at herself for a moment. She had a short, skinny
body, which she was anxious to have grow a bit. She had gorgeous, wavy,
dirty blonde hair. She had a very dark tan, except around her milky white
breast area, which was always hidden by a bikini during the summer even
though her chest was still completely flat. Her dark brown nipples were
probably the size of a U.S. dime, and at this moment stood erect about a
half inch.
	Anna spread her legs, and could clearly see her bald crotch and all
the special organs contained within. She was already starting to feel
somewhat aroused. As such, she could see that her vagina was starting to
look a little wet. She could also see a little bit of sticky white
discharge emanating from that area.
	She started to apply gentle pressure to her clitoris, moving her
index and middle fingers on her right hand in counterclockwise circles,
slowly for the first half-minute or so, then faster and somewhat
harder. Her breathing became harder and faster. Her mouth dropped open as
she continued the rhythm and continued to watch herself in the
mirror. About twenty seconds later, she could feel a pleasurable gradual
buildup in her crotch, making it feel fuller and somewhat tingly.
	She then suddenly dropped onto her back, legs still hanging
down. Her stomach muscles tightened. Her breathing became more rapid. Just
as she was about to climax, she stopped momentarily. She then slid her
index finger into her vagina, which contracted immediately. She grunted. As
soon as she could coax her finger in far enough, she curled it toward the
front wall of her vagina, and started a rapid "come hither" motion, making
the whole area extremely wet and sticky. With the index finger of her other
hand, she continued the circles she was making on her clitoris. Her back
arched, and with that came a loud grunt. She stroked the wall of her vagina
even faster, and fifteen seconds later, she let out a very loud and long
moan, arching her back once again, and not relaxing for about a half
minute. Afterwards, she just lay there panting for a few minutes,
recovering from her orgasm.
	She then began to notice a rather full feeling in her lower belly
and between her hips, and it had nothing to do with arousal.
	"Hmmm. Guess it's time to get up." she said, acknowledging Mother
Nature didn't like to wait for her.
	Remaining naked, Anna walked hurriedly into her bathroom, which had
off-white walls and white tile speckled in pink and gray. Her sink was
white and the tiles surrounding it a salmon color. She flicked on the light
and slid the door shut. She placed her hands on the cheeks of her bottom,
spread them as far apart as possible, and sat down just as the fullness
within her was becoming almost unbearable.
	Anna gently pushed and almost immediately felt a warm, sticky snake
of sorts slowly but easily pass it's way from her anus. About six seconds
later, she heard a faint plop, and began to smell what had made that
noise. She could still feel some of the warm, sticky fecal material
clinging to her anus. She gave one final hard push, and felt a small,
somewhat harder fragment make its way outside of her, making a very audible
"plop", which helped push out what was sticking to her.
	Anna waited for a minute or so, and then grabbed a wad of toilet
paper. She reached down between her legs and wiped most of what little was
left off of her. She ran out before she was able to fully clean herself,
but she was getting into the shower anyow, so it didn't matter in her
eyes. She got up, wiped the toilet seat clean, and flushed down the large,
yellowish brown mass of her feces and the toilet paper she used. She then
climbed into the shower, drawing the yellow curtain closed.
	Anna then reached for and grabbed the handheld showerhead with her
left hand. Holding it down, she adjusted the head to "pulse". With her
right hand, she turned on the water, tweaking both faucet handles until the
water was hot, but short of scalding. She then brought the shower head to
her right thigh, which had vaginal secretions running down it from
earlier. She ran the pulsating stream of water up and down her leg, trying
to remove it all.
	Suddenly, the fullness and tingling she had woken up to had come
back. Anna held the shower head so that the hot, pulsating water, hit
between her nipples, which were beginning to tingle, and were already
erect. She took her other hand and placed it on her pubic bone, and slid it
downward until she could feel her clitoris. She let out an audible sigh.
	Anna got down on the floor of the tub and laid on her back. She
held the shower head about two inches from her clitoris. Meanwhile, she
placed the two left fingers of her other hand on her clitoris, and began
making counterclockwise circles on it. Her breathing suddenly became much
more rapid. Her heart began to race. After about fifteen seconds, she let
out a moan that was just short of a shreik. Her hips very suddenly felt
fuller, to the point of a pleasant ache. Then the tingling escalated. She
arched her back, tightening her abdominal muscles. She got lost in the
pheromonal aroma of her sweat, her latest vaginal secretions, and her
maybe-not-so-well-cleaned rear end.
	After about twenty seconds, her body gradually began to relax. She
dropped the shower head, letting it run. She just laid there peacefully for
a minute or two.
	Anna heard a knock. "Anna!!!! You <i>need</i> to get dressed and
mask up. We need to go!"
	Anna shut off the water. She jumped out of the shower, almost
falling on the floor. She dried herself off, legs and feet fist, then her
torso, and then her face and hair, which she spent a little more time
on. She then grabbed her solid white pantyhose, which were hanging on the
empty towel rack in front of the toilet. She quickly rolled them up,
inserted her left foot, then her right, and pulled her pantyhose all the
way up. She then stood in front of the sink looking at herself in the
mirror. She reached for a white box marked "3M 1860S". She opened it, and
grabbed one of the thick, bright turquoise masks with her right hand,
holding it in her palm, so that the two white elastic bands dangled forward
of her right hand. She held the mask firmly over her nose and mouth. With
her left hand, she took one band and pulled it over her head to that it
rested on her head, right above her ears. She then pulled the other band
over her head, and laid it to rest right below her ears. She finally
pinched her nose with both index fingers to secure the mask.
	She then ran into her room, and grabbed the rest of her clothes,
including a light blue button-up shirt, a charcoal gray skirt and a navy
blue sweater. Right then, she heard the door slam. Her eyes widened. She
became alarmed. It seemed like she was left alone. She ran for the front
door and through it.
	"Wait! Wait!" she cried. The door shut behind her, and she was
locked out. The girls had left. Anna was naked, but for a pair of pantyhose
and a hospital mask. She was frightened. She didn't know what to do. She
started sobbing, and just sat down on the gray carpeted floor of the
hallway. Nearly ten minutes had gone by with utter silence.
	Then, a door opened. Out came a short, thin, ghostly pale-skinned
girl who appeared about her age. She had straight, blazing red hair down to
her shoulders, and was wearing a pink nightshirt and a pair of yellow,
fleece booties with black, vinyl soles.
	"Hi" she said in a gentle, high-pitched voice. "I'm Allison. I'm
twelve years old. Who are you? And, ummm...why are you that way?"
	"Ummm, Hi. I'm nine. My name is Anna. I...uhhh...kind of locked
myself out. I don't have any clothes, or any place to stay for the day. I
was supposed to be going to school. I---"
	"Why don't you come in?"
	"You mean it?"
	"Yeah, before anybody else sees you!"
	Still whimpering, and with tears streaming out of her eyes,Anna ran
inside Allison's apartment.
	"Thanks," she said. "Why are you alone?"
	"Well, my older sister had to go to school. I had to stay home
because I'm slightly ill." Allison explained. "Because of the SARS thing,
they don't want me at my school if I'm the least bit sick. EGA is strict
about that!"
	"Etobicoke Girls'?"
	"Yeah."
	"Are they doing the mask thing?"
	"Ummmm...not really. However, my mother is making Hayden and I wear
masks to school every day."
	A short pause ensues.
	"I guess you have to have one on, huh?" asked Allison.
	"Yeah. They pass out these bright blue ones at school like I have
on my face. Pretty ugly." said Anna.
	Anna sighed. Another pause ensued.
	"Hey, Anna. You look kind of cold standing there kinda naked. And,
ummm....well...you kind of have a skid mark goin'. Would you like to borrow
a pair of PJ's to hang out in?" offered Allison. Anna blushed.
	"Oh, dear. Ummm...yeah....NO, NO, WAIT! I'd better clean up,
first. You got a bathroom?"
	"Well, you're still going to have skid marks." laughed
Allison. "Don't worry. I get them, too, and so does everybody. You want to
just come into my room? We can just hang out. I have some warm covers."
	The girls walked into Allison's room. Her walls were light pink,
and her carpet a light gray. she had posters of Brittney Spears and
Christina Aguilera on the wall, as well as a stop sign with three Tegan and
Sara stickers and a sticker from a local radio station. She had a king size
bed with four dark brown wooden posts, light blue sheets, and a white
comforter.
	Allison walked over to her closet and opened it.
	"Here, here's a pair of my sister's jammies. They ought to fit
you. You can hang out in them until your sisters get home." said Allison,
handing Anna a pair of dark blue fleece pajamas with white, vinyl soles on
the feet, and mittens attached.
	Anna took the pajamas and laid them on the bed, turning the zipper
down all the way to the crotch, and prying the margins of the one-piece
sleeper apart. She sat down on it, leaving her pantyhose on, and brought in
her legs. With her hands, she pulled up the legs of the pajamas, one by
one, until her feet were squarely inside the feet of the pajamas. She then
pushed her right arm through the right sleeve, then the left arm through
the left sleeve. Allison then reached over and pulled the zipper up for
her.
	"Very cute!" she said while looking at Anna. She pulled a corner of
the white comforter down so that she could slide in.
	"Come on in. It's warm." she said.
	Anna slid into the bed next to her newly found neighbor.
	"Let's see what's on the television, shall we?" Allison asked.
	Anna shrugged her shoulders. Allison flipped through the channels
with a remote control. Channel 3 had a talk show on. Channel 5 had on a
cooking show. Channel 12 had on some sort of news show from the United
States.
	"You like Gilmore Girls?" she asked.
	"Yeah." replied Anna, whose head was rested to her right, facing
Allison.
	Allison turned to channel 33, which had the show on. They both
became silent, both really enjoying the warmth of the covers, and
unbeknownst to the other, eachother. Allison started watching the show,
giggling every so often at Rory. She kind of had a secret crush on
Rory. After about ten minutes, she heard a faint snore. She looked to her
left and saw Anna had dozed off. Buried beneath the comforter, all that was
showing was her face, which was all but covered by the bright blue SARS
mask she had tightly over her mouth and nose. So, essentially, all that was
now showing were her closed eyes.
	Allison shut off the TV and turned on one side, facing Anna, being
cafeful not to wake her up. As she looked at Anna's beautifully peaceful,
masked face, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt,
flipping it up a bit. She then reached down with her right hand and began
to use her index and middle fingers to make brisk counterclockwise
circleson her clitoris.
	For more access, she decided to get out of her fetal position, and
lay on her back, bringing her knees up and apart slightly and very
carefully, as she wasn't completely comfortable with alerting Anna to what
she was up to. She rested her head to one side so that she could continue
to watch her new friend sleep.
	With her fingers still on her bald nether regions, Allisondecided
to rest her right hand on her pubic bone and move those fingers in an up
and down motion on her clitoris. Almost immediately, her hips started to
tingle and feel a bit fuller. She let out a forced sigh. Then she started
to pant as she continued to stroke her clitoris.
	About twenty seconds later, as she felt on the verge of an orgasm,
she paused for about five seconds, and then stuck her index finger into her
vagina, which was warm and thick with her sticky vaginal secretions, which
had started to trickle slowly down to her anus. Her hips were aching
now. She started to curl her finger such that it brushed against the front
wall of her vagina. She started to softly, but audibly, grunt. Her heart
rate had skyrocketed by this point, and every breath she took was deep and
audible.
	She continued to quickly and repeatedly brush her finger against
the inside of her vagina, whose opening began to contract around her
finger. Very suddenly, her back arched, forcing her almost painfully hard
nipples into the fabric of her nightshirt and the comforter. She was
basically locked in this position for about ten seconds as her orgasm
slowly hit. Her back began to relax, but she continued to stroke her
vagina, causing it to arch spasmodically about four times. She sighed
softly at each of these spasms.
	Her body then relaxed. She felt a sudden peace around her. She felt
a large wet spot underneath her rear end. Her vagina, and all the parts
surrounding it were warm and kind of slimy. She just stared at Anna,
watching her sleep for a minute or two, amazed that she apparently didn't
wake her up.
	Allison then reasumed her fetal position, facing Anna, and lay her
right hand near Anna's left hand. Allison was suddenly extremely drowsy, as
if her eyelids had lead weights attached. She began to drift off to
sleep. She noticed Anna then place her left hand on top of Allison's right
hand, gently squeezing it, as if to say "Yeah, Al, I noticed." Allison was
too dead to the world to be concerned about being caught, though. They both
drifted back asleep.