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Chapter 14 of the St Cunatus saga

                         Divine Release

Alina stands alone in the middle of her sitting room. It is absolutely silent.
The heavy front door had shut off the guests' receeding footsteps the moment
she closed it, and now she draws a long, shaking sigh.
On the wall, the digital clock reads 11:38. The small door to the inner
passage is still open, and she walks slowly over and shuts that too, locking
it. Then she comes back to the divan, and lets herself sink slowly into it.
Seated, she hunches forward, head in hands, massaging her forehead and closed
eyes. Another long sigh, almost a sob, escapes her.
She speaks softly, to herself> "So. What am I going to do about this, now?"

A pause, and she clasps her hands beneath her chin, continuing in a firmer
voice> "Oh Lord, I have born this torment for so long, are you now releasing
me? Can it be coincidence that I hear such compelling arguments decrying
abstinance, on the very day on which... on which my body... forces upon me
the knowledge of what... what I have deprived myself... of how.... how..
wonderous it is...

Dear Father, I am your faithful servant, I have given my life in your cause.
Would you now place upon me a trial, a new torment to test my faith? Could
you be so cruel? I can not bring myself to think so, even though if not it
means... you mean to permit me to... ohhhhh Lord... I could have wished for
such a sign so long ago, but you are surely wise! I see your meaning...
My work here is almost done, completed. It even seemed that my physical...
difficulties were fading, that soon I could be completely free of them.
Till now, in one day... And Amber! Is she part of your will too? Such an 
extraordinary thing to happen, and that it should occur today! If it had
not, they would likely never have had a demonstration of our discipline, they
would perhaps not have learnt of the school's unseen tradition, it could have 
been lost, not carried on... And David would not have told me of these new
developments regarding... the benefits of, of orgasm. I'd never have known...

Then Amber... the form of her excesses. _Can_ this be your will also?
Should I take her abandon, her, her so blatantly vaginal exploits as a sign?
Do you mean... Oh _yes_, you _do_, I can feel the certainty of it, oh thank
you Lord, thank you, you do not mean this body to wither entirely unused,
wasted. Oh Lord, oh Lord, thank you, thank you, such a gift of mercy, ohh..."

She sits, bowed and still, for many long silent minutes. She has reached
a certainty of what she will do, and that she will do it that very night.
Yet it is a vast step for her to take, and she is afraid to even think of
beginning, to even make the first move. She knows that when she stands up,
it will be to go and prepare herself to... to... The thought is so strong,
she must hold it from her, feeling around the edges, preparing herself for
the full power of it. In her crotch, her private parts seem fully aware of
the act she will soon perform. They are burning, liquid inside and the
bursting hardness of her rigid clitoris outside.
At some stage, she realises as the acceptance of what she will soon do
settles over her like a warm, tingling blanket, she will have to think about
exactly _how_ she will do it. With a shock of joyous astonishment, she
realises that she is thinking about... about doing sexual things to herself,
and there _is_no_guilt_! Always before, if any such thoughts had surfaced
in her mind, she had been instantly stricken with shame and remorse at her 
weakness. Now, nothing! Nothing but a glowing anticipation. It is a miracle!
The Lord's benediction has freed her of the fear, the guilt of thinking of,
no, of _doing_ those things. Yes! She can think of... of touching her clit,
of holding, rubbing it till... Memories of the times she has experienced
such things flood her mind. There are not many. The time when the doctor
quickly worked it into erection. Of how it had felt, the fingers squeezing
and stroking as she struggled to remain still. Times when she had 
inadvertantly at sport or in sleep, brought on the growing tenseness within
that would make her shake in fear of the force attempting to overwhealm her.
Oh, how was she to know, that it led to... the _wonderful_ _beautiful_ thing
that she had experienced so suddenly tonight. 'No guilt' she thinks, 
wonderingly. "NO GUILT!" she cries, raising her head and eyes to the ceiling.
"Oh Lord, thank you, thank you."

Finally, shakily, she lowers her hands to the divan she is seated on.
She takes a deep breath, tosses her head as if clearing uncertainty, and
announces to the room> "All right, time to see what this old body can do.
Or at least, hee hee, see if it can do it again."

This late in the evening, the air has lost the warmth of the day, and with
a mischievous grin suggestive of a woman half her age, she goes from room to
room turning on the heaters. 'If I am going to do this at all' she thinks,
'I'll do it in style. This is something I've always wanted to do. Just to
walk around my home naked. Now I can, and more too. Yes, this is going to be
a night to remember, a special time. Sad, to think I won't be here much
longer. I've enjoyed it here. Well, the rest of my time here will be the
best of all.'

She has decided that she will have a shower first, before anything else.
'No sense in rushing, now is there? Let's savour every moment of this. Here
I am, my sex burning as stongly as it ever has before, even when I was young,
and for the first time in my life, it is not a torture, but a promise. Yes,
this moment is the rarest of all, yearning for the act, knowing it will be
very soon, yet still virginal and chaste.'
She laughs aloud> "Ha Ha, well, almost chaste, I suppose one fully clothed
orgasm hardly counts. Ahhh virginal indeed. And what am I going to do about 
that? I expect it's going to have to be something... er... hmmm..."

She realises that from force of habit she has gone to the bedroom to fetch
her nightgown, only when she finds herself holding it in her hand.
She breaks up into a fit of giggles, and tosses it back into the wardrobe, 
letting it fall in a heap at the bottom. "Silly, I won't be needing _that_
tonight, now will I?" she kickes off her shoes, and laughs as she walks
lightly barefoot back to the bathroom.

There the heater has warmed the room up nicely, and she stands in the middle
of the room and faces the mirror. She smiles at her reflection.
"All right, watch this you" she says, as she unbuttons the neck of her gown.
Next is the waist cord, and then, watching herself in the mirror, she slowly
lifts the hem, up her legs, the bare calves showing the trim muscularity she
has taken pains to preserve with exercise and diet throughout her life.
She has always been a believer in the 'healthy body, healthy mind' motto,
and thinking of that reminds her of the many times she has also been driven
to exercise until exhausted, as the only means of achieving sleep when the
demon in her loins refused to leave her be.
"All that exercise" she says to the mirror "and no pleasure, eh? Well, we'll
see what we can do to make up for that." She has been drawing the gown up 
higher, past her knee length bloomers, up to her waist. Now her rigid clit
standing free, sticking out of the hole in her underwear, bright against the 
paler cloth. She thrusts her hips forward, still watching the figure in the 
mirror. "Yes, I think it's time for you to have your very own exercise 
programme, my wicked red teaser. You and your friend."

She quickly pulls the gown up and over her head, then hangs it on the clothes 
stand. Again she stands before the mirror, gazing at her reflection.
What with the staid bra, and the waist to knee bloomers, she is still
almost fully covered, but the promise of a fine figure is clear.
In a moment she laughs> "Huh, what am I doing, admiring my underwear?"
She reaches behind herself and unhooks the bra, slipping it off. She tosses
it towards the stand, but it misses. The motion has made her breasts shake,
and she smiles to see their fine, full shape dancing. She has always allowed
herself a sense of pride in her breasts, which have hardly lost any form
over the years. They still stand out, large and round, with her small, pointy 
nipples tingling and erect now in the dark aureola. She shakes her shoulders
and watches the boobs bounce, then slowly unties the waist cord of her 
bloomers. Looking down her front now, she slides the waist down over her hips
then stops as the cloth begins to bunch on her fleshy projection.
"You're going to have to come out of there, you know. I don't know how you
got like that, but it was very naughty, you hear? Why, I'm amazed no-one saw
the bump you made in my gown. Now that would have been difficult to explain, 
wouldn't it? Come on then, out you come!" She pulls the front of her bloomers
out from her crotch, gently sliding the tight little hole up the shaft.
It is a very voluptuous feeling, and she sighs "Mmmmmmmm..." as her clit
pulls through the hole. It pulls free, and she slides the bloomers down and 
off, then straightens to the sight of her completely nude figure in the 
mirror. This is a figure to be proud of, doubly so for a woman of her age.
Whether it is due to her exercise program, or whether she just turned out 
lucky in the genetic lottery, she does not know. Anyway, she is an imposing
38-27-37, with only a pleasing touch of padding in just the right places.
Her mound is a bushy tangle of long, dark hair, hiding her sex except for
the blatant and bizarre protrusion of her freakish clitoris.

Cupping her breasts, she lifts them high and massages them, closing her 
fingers about the sensitive nipples. "Arrrrhhh yes, you won't be left out, 
don't worry. See, I'm going to find out how nice I can make you feel, this
is just a taste. You'll like that won't you?" She rolls them between her
finger tips. "Ohhhh yes, you will like that, I can tell. Now patience."

Still holding her breasts high, she turns slowly around, admiring herself in
the mirror. There is hardly a wrinkle anywhere, and her firm rounded arse
looks like a twenty year old's. When she again faces the mirror, she slides
her palms down her front, feeling her waist and ending with her hands cupping 
either side of her cunt. She spreads her legs wide and thrusts her hips 
forward at her reflection. The sight of herself in such a suggestive pose
sends a heady rush of excitement through her body, and she senses the first
slight touch of the tenseness inside that leads to.. to.. 'Huh! what, am I
still afraid to say it?' she thinks. 'Why should I be!' "To coming!" she
exclaims, daring herself. "That feeling means I am not far from orgasm. From 
my second ever orgasm. And I _am_ going to make myself come again tonight.
In fact, tonight I am going to make myself come in as many different ways as
I can."
Exhilarated with her new freedom and boldness, she goes on, curious if there
is any limit. "With this clit, for example. You'd like a taste too, wouldnt
you? You'd like a rub, up and down you, on and on as you tighten my insides
till they explode, wouldnt you? Well all right, I will do that for you,
I promise. Very soon, but not right now. Oh? You don't believe me? All right,
here's a sample."
She can't believe this either! She can do anything, she doesn't feel the 
slightest twinge of guilt or inhibition. It's so easy...
With a surprising calmness in her head, contrasting with the billowing heat
in her loins, she casually wraps the fingers of her right hand around her
quivering clit. Just this contact sends a spear of pleasure into her belly,
and suddenly she finds her hand jerking of its own volition up and down the
shaft. The sensation is far stronger than she had expected, a violent,
boiling torrent of lust pouring into her loins from the finger of nerve
laden flesh. "Nnnnnggoooohhh! OHhhh yes, unnnnnhh you _do_ like that, don't 
youuuuu...." She is panting, alternately watching herself in the mirror, and
staring down at her beating hand. The lusting tension inside her is building
at a staggering rate, and she realises that if she wants to have her first
deliberate come anywhere but standing in the bathroom, she had better stop
right now. "Nnnnohhhhh, stop that nooowwww.. Don't be greedy! Unnhhh!"
Somehow, she commands her hand to let go, and thankfully, it does.

Deliberately she pulls both hands away from her mound and presses them 
against her inner thighs. She is panting heavily and letting her mind wash
in the powerfull sensations of her loins. At any earlier time she would have 
thought them an awfull torment, but now she finds them delicious.
Knowing that soon her craving would be satisfied made all the difference.
She savours the heat, identifying and examining each component joyfully.
There are so many different parts to her desire! Every piece of her sexual
equipment has it's own stream of sensations, of pleas for further action.
Those from her external parts are clear and plain. There is the ache of her
rigid clit, the swollen fullness of her labia, the slippery dampness between
them. Then there are the fullness, the sensitivity of her breasts, tingling
of her hardened nipples. What is most interesting, though, is the tangle of
sensations inside her loins. It's impossible to sort them out, but there
is a definate strain of aching, empty needing that she is certain must be
her poor locked cunt calling.

"Ah yes... I hear you..." She says. "Never fear, I'll get to you. Somehow.
Huh, shy again? Thats my cunt. My cunt wants something in it. Well, I will."
She experimentally reaches under the front of her mound, carefull not to
brush against her clit, and probes the rear of her slit with a finger.
The whole area is running with her moisture, and her finger slides in and
along with ease. There is the opening, she can run her finger around and
around in it... ooooohhhhhh that feels nice.... and in... She feels her
finger hit resistance, and the tug inside her. Once before, in her teens she
had done this, but stopped immediately, wracked with guilt. Now she is only
intrigued. There must be _some_ gap, how else could her periods flow?
Or this liquid she is secreting so copiously. This time she pushes her
finger firmly against the membrane, and runs it around, exploring it's
shape. There! At the front, there is a small gap. Her finger can almost fit...
But not quite. There is a little pain if she pushes too hard. Perhaps another
finger? She repeats the probing, but with her little finger. There is the
opening... Yessss Ahhhhhhooooohhhhhhh........ With a little stab of pain, her
little finger slides right in, and she finds herself standing, legs apart
in her bathroom, wiggling a finger in her cunt for the first time in her life.

The sensation is... exquisite... She is not sure which is enjoying it more,
her finger or her cunt. Each has a totally different version of the story to
tell, but they blend into a wonderful unity. She has felt the slippery velvet
clasping on her finger before, with Amber today. But her cunt... the feeling
of something moving inside her... ooooooohhhhhhhh..... And this is just her 
little finger. She knows what vaginas can really accomodate, what must that
feel like? Oh dear lord... thank you.... 

She pulls her finger out. It occurs to her that all this teasing of herself,
this savouring of the buildup, can be taken too far, that she'd really like
to get on with it. And that she does want to be fresh and clean before she
gets going. She had meant to have a bath, but now she thinks that would take 
too long. Instead she reaches over and turns on the shower. It takes a 
few moments to come hot, and she spends the time on the toilet, emptying her
full bladder. Then she steps into the tub and under the spray. 
Economically she soaps herself, falling into the habitual routine as she
thinks about what she is going to do next. She is finished, rinsed and about 
to turn off the water before she realises that, as usual, she avoided
touching any of her 'sensitive' (how funny the term sounds to her now!) parts.
"Uh silly, you're getting daft in your old age. Now what am I in here _for_?
If I'm going to play with these things, they'd be better clean, no?"
Picking up the facecloth again, she resoaps it, and first gives her breasts
a vigorous scrubbing. Her nipples certainly appreciate this, and harden up
again after going soft in the warm water.
Then she smiles to herself and begins on her cunt. Her clit has softened
somewhat, drooping and retracting a bit. She ignores it, and cups the cloth
under her sex, pressing it into the slit, and begins to work it back and 
forth. Again she is surprised by the intensity of sensations she creates.
This is another thing she has never done before, for her standard wash
practice is a single light wipe along the surface. Now, with the cloth
forced right into her slit, the entire sensitive surface area is registering
a unanimous vote of pleasure. Her clit is also being rubbed by the rough
cloth, and it practically snaps back to attention. She finds herself rubbing
harder and faster, with much the same effect as when she stroked her clit
by hand. It's _fantastic_, the way the feelings build up inside her.
This time, she is made bolder by the knowledge that she is capable of
stopping when she wants to, so she decides to see how intense she can manage
to make the feelings, without actually coming. She wants to explore the
ground around the summit, but save the peak till she has one more thing
worked out. Turning around, she leans her back to the wall under the spray,
and spreads her legs wide, hunching her hips up as far as she can.
Forcing her hand to slow down, she works carefully at her sex with the cloth.
Just as before, the menagerie of feelings in her body grows more powerful
with each drag of the cloth. Now her clit is rigid, and is held pressed up
against her mound by the sliding cloth. The shower spray is missing her face, 
but needles into her tingling breasts and onto her stomach. Her hand strokes
the cloth in her sex, slowly, now a burst, then slowly. Gradually she allows
the level of her excitement to grow.

It does not take long before she is gasping and moaning, getting near to the 
point where she knows she could lose control. Still, she wants to see how
very close she can get. Must keep her mind working, she thinks, she still..
ohhhh yes, she must decide..... ooohhhhhh,ahhhhh.. mffff... that's good...
But _don't_ go too far! Keep it balanced... because.... 
She begins to reason aloud, just to keep her mind going. "Because... uhhh..
the oh.. question is, uhhff.. am I going to oooooohhh let myself come ohhh
before I nnnnhhh! before I break my hymen, and eeeeehhhh and shove something
thiiiick and rrrrgh! and long alllll the way intoooooo my ooooh cunt? ieee..
uh uh ooohh ahhh! And I need to decide, uh uh because, if I uh oh aoh! come
before auugh uh I break it gnnnnff nff... ohh this is goood,  before I break 
it... I might not want uuuuhhh uh to do it enough uooohh to be able to oo!
ooooh! to make myself break it ooogh! if it hurts much... ahhhh ohhhh..."

She has got herself into a state so close to coming that a single hard rub
would fire her off. It is the most beautiful, agonising feeling she has
ever felt, and she wants to stay there forever. She wants to come, too, so
badly she can barely force her hand to stay still. And she wants something
inside her, even worse than all the other wants.

"And I ieeeeEEEE! ARrrrguuuHH! I _want_ it inside, I want it... UrrrruuGGHH!
oh oh this is... Oh Lord! If I keep doing this... ooooooOOOHH! I'm so close..
so closssse... But stop... oh stopppp.... no no! dont stop, just rrrrRH!
slow it a bit... ieeeE! a little bit, ooohh get out of the shower, but keep
oooh keep this goooing... uhhhh.."

For a moment she stands there, not moving at all, just moaning and panting.
Then she pulls the cloth from her cunt, dropping it in the bath and turning
off the water. She holds her twat with one hand, working it carefully, as
she steps out of the bath and reaches for a towel. Even while drying herself, 
she keeps up an intermittent manipulation of her sex, sometimes with her hand
and sometimes with the towel. Dry, she throws the towel back on it's rail
and steps over to the sink bench, one hand still between her legs. There
are a number of bottles and containers there, and she picks up a hefty jar
of hand lotion. She unscrews the lid, and gingerly takes a dab of the cream
and smears it along her slit, sighing at the feeling of the cool smoothness.
She takes another blob, and wipes it along the three inch length of her clit.
As she carefully works it onto the shaft, she shudders and moans.
"Oh woooooo oh thats goood, smooooth ooooohh.... "
She turns her back to the mirror, and sits on the bench, spreading her legs
and bending down to look at her sex better. With the fingers of one hand she
spreads the lips, leaving her clit standing clear from it's root.
With her other hand, she dabbles in the entrance to her cunt, poking at the
membrane, pressing against it, testing it. Again she presses her little
finger into the gap, and this time hooks the membrane and pulls it outward.
Feeling it between the finger and her thumb, it seems quite thin, 
insubstantial. But what a nuisance it is now. How should she break it?
Should she puncture it with a pointy object? Just batter it in with something
blunt? Maybe she could cut it with scissors? What would hurt least?
Considering it so analytically is making her sexual heat receed, so she gives
her clit a quick stroking till she is again shuddering with desire. That's
better... Oh dear Lord, she just wants it gone... She looks wildly around for
something to press against it, and chooses a plastic shampoo bottle with a 
rounded end. Wiping some more cream on it, she places the end against her
cunt and pushes. The thickness, as it slides into her opening, is entirely
different to how her fingers felt. Much, much better, in fact. Then the cap 
meets her barrier and stops. She presses harder, with no result, other than
a painfull pulling sensation inside. She presses harder, and the pain becomes
stronger. Still intact. Damn. She grits her teeth, and gives the bottle a
serious push. Ouuuch! that really hurts! But the membrane has not broken.
'Hmmm.... This is not so good' she thinks. The pain has mostly gone since she
eased off, but it did cool her down somewhat. That's not good either, so she
gives herself a booster rub up. With her clit in one hand, and the bottle in 
the other, grunting with her exertions, she makes several more attempts,
but to no avail. It just hurts too much. She puts the bottle down, and works
at herself till she is in the right mood again. 

"What am I to do about this?" she says. "No wonder I've heard that the first 
time with a man can be awful, if it hurts so much." She is still stroking her
clit, but leaves off for a moment to spread her cunt wide and jab a finger in
against the obstinate curtain of skin. "If your job is to protect the virtue
of young ladies, I can see you do it well. But I don't need your protection
any more, I need you to part for me. Right now. If you are going to be 
difficult about it, then I'm afraid I'll just have to be really, really
tough with you. How about it?" She grits her teeth, and digs her straightened
finger hard against the veil. Nothing doing. "Owwwhhhh! Right, thats it!
You've had it, my inconsiderate friend. I know what I'm going to do with you."

Hopping down off the bench, she opens a drawer beside the sink, and picks out
a small pair of blunt-nosed scissors, placing them on the bench top. For a 
moment she stands, contemplating them, then turns and walks towards the door,
saying- "You're coming right out, and I'm not even going to let you complain
about it. Hurt me, will you? We'll see...."

Opposite the bathroom are her bedroom and a compact little kitchen, which she 
enters. She opens the refrigerator and lifts out a tray of icecubes from the 
freezer, and is about to walk out again, when she stops, and grins. Putting 
the icecubes down on the sideboard, she opens the fridge again, and surveys
the contents. "My, my, there's a big salami! Fancy that I have'nt opened that
yet. And look at this." She opens the crisper drawer. "All these vegetables
sitting here, waiting to be eaten, or something. Ha Ha. In fact," She reminds
herself to test her new freedom, "in fact, look at these great big cucumbers
just waiting here till my cunt is ready for them." She closes the fridge
again, standing up. 'Here I am' she thinks 'standing naked in my kitchen with 
my clit sticking out, and it feels soooo good. Wheee, look at me...' She lifts
her arms out wide, and pirouettes. Laughing, she comes to a halt, facing the
stove. "Next time I cook, I'll do it naked, on the edge of coming. That should
spice the food nicely. Hmmmm.... " Looking down at her clit, she gives it a
gentle fingering to stir her insides again. "Hmmm... this could be usefull.."
She picks up a potmit lying beside the stove, and hooks it's little cloth
hang-loop over her hard clit, sliding it down to the base. "See, who needs
wall hooks!" The mitt dangles ridiculously between her legs, like a misplaced 
fig leaf. Deciding she likes the effect, and the pleasant tugging it gives her 
clit as she moves, she picks up the ice tray, and heads back to the bathroom 
with the mit waggling between her thighs.

Back at the sink bench, she becomes businesslike. The plug goes in the sink,
followed by a shallow layer of cold water, then she dumps the entire tray of
ice cubes into the water. They make the snapping, crackling sound that very
cold ice does as the warming of its surface causes minute stress fractures 
in the ice. Then she brings the chair over to the bench, and places it with 
its back near the bench to the side of the sink. She hops up to sit on the 
bench again, and leans back against the wall, lifting her feet and resting 
them on the chair back, knees wide apart. The potmit is draped down over her 
cunt, like a clumsy padded hand holding her sex. She laughs again, and lifts 
the mit off, sliding the loop up her clit and tossing it aside. This position
gives her a very good view of her slit, and even opens the lips somewhat.
For a moment she just admires the view, running her fingers up and down the 
edges of her labia, pulling them wider apart. Then she reaches into the sink 
and grabs an ice cube. By now the sharp corners have melted off it, leaving
a solid, rounded lump. She brings it to her twat, and lightly runs it down
the length of the slit, shivering at the intense sensation of the cold touch
on her burning flesh. She presses it into the opening of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhh... oh yessss that's.... ohhhhhh...." She holds it in place,
pressed firmly in against her annoying piece of superfluous skin, letting her
hips twitch and thrust as they wish, teasing her clit with her other hand.
Despite the inner fire, she can feel the entrance to her vagina going numb
with the cold. That is what she wants.
Soon the cube has melted almost away, and she picks out another, shoving it
into her opening like the first. She works it around, pressing and twisting
it, finding the sensation of the spreading numbness at the centre of her
burning sex quite intriguing. Now she can push it in very firmly, and hardly 
feel any twinge of complaint from her obstruction. Time to try her next move.

Quickly, she drops the ice, and picking up the small scissors while holding
her cunt opening wide, she slips the blunt end of the blade into the gap at 
the front of her membrane. With a firm look on her face, she twists the blade
inside, working it to as close to the merge of the thin skin with her cunt
wall as she dares. "I've got you now, you little sucker." she whispers, as
she closes the blades till they press into the edge of the skin. Uncertain
if the ice has really numbed things enough, she gently squeezes the scissors.
Nothing. She can't feel anything.... well a twinge... but... The scissors
slowly cut into the skin. "Hah! It works!" She cuts further, carefully 
following the edge of the membrane. It's like cutting out a circle of paper,
something a kid would do.... There is a little discomfort, and a tiny bit of 
blood, but either the ice worked well, or most of the pain before was from
the stress where the membrane joined her cunt walls. She feels very pleased
with herself for being so inventive. Half way round, and the scissors angle
gets a bit awkward, and besides, some more ice would be a good idea. Putting 
the scissors down and picking another cube, she again presses it to her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm... This really feels good. Ahhhh... " She works the cube in her 
opening. It still presses against the flap of membrane, but she can already
feel the promise of a clear passage. She works the cube, twisting and pushing.
"Nnnnnnnnhhh.... Oh, why don't all women just have this silly thing cut out
painlessly before they have sex... so foolish to just rip the thing...."
She gives the cube a firm squeeze, with her palm flat on her twat. Suddenly,
there is a slipping sensation, and the cold of the ice rides down into her
insides, into the centre of the fire inside her. "OHHh! Whoooo... oops... ha
ha ha hee silly me... ooohhh thats cold... mmmmmm but nice... hmmmm.. why 
not? That should keep it cold." Scooping up a handfull of cubes, she starts
popping them into her cunt, one by one. Three, four, they just seem to 
disappear with nothing to show for them except the delicious spearing of cold 
into the fire at her sexual centre. It amazes her that despite the opposites
of the descriptive similes, her desire does not diminish in the slightest, 
indeed it seems to grow even stronger from the powerful sexuality of having
_something_ inside her, at last. "Aouuuhh.." the feeling as they slip in past
her still tight entrance, the growing mass inside, shifting as each cube
joins the jumble.... She fleetingly marvels at what an odd official opening
of her opening she is having. Not at all what she was expecting to have.
Still... this is too good to stop now, she can do the other... Hah! 'the 
other?' no, she can rodger herself with a dildo anytime, like for instance
directly after this. For now, here she is with the ice at hand, and an 
unfinished job to do with the scissors. Now she knows the hymen is going to
go no matter what, and this is soooo good, so... so why not come now?
Ohhhh... but what if she faints again... and she should finish her... 
alterations, now... Then she can do it somewhere more comfortable.
Right now though, she cannot resist wondering 'How many cubes will fit?'
Each one feels so good, and the sight as she pushes them out of sight into
her own belly with a single extended finger seems to hit a special trigger
in her mind that just makes her want to do it over and over. So she does.
'Eleven, twelve, Uhhhhh.... thirteeeeeennnn, fourteennnnhhhhHH! ARrrrrhhhh!'
There is only one left. One more, and maybe that won't fit at all, she feels
like her insides are about to split, a beautifull, full, stuffed feeling.
For a moment, she just strokes at her clit, pouring fire on the burning ice
inside her, climbing near to the summit again. Now the feelings are so 
different to before, with the cold and bulk inside her, yet the building 
tension gives the same warning of coming ecstasy. So close, so close... now
the last one... It's quite a bit smaller now, but still.... She revolves it
at her entrance, pushing till it is bedded well, then sinks it deep with a
single finger. Ummmmm.... Now, for the last cut.

She picks up the scissors again, holding them awkwardly in her left hand, and
worms her right fingers in her cunt till she grips the small flap of skin.
Pulling it outwards, she carefully positions the scissors, and smoothly
and almost painlessly, cuts it free. Holding the tiny piece of tissue up to
examine it> "Done! So easy, and so much fun with a little ice. Hee hee, now
I've got a cunt on the rocks, thanks to you. So what am I going to do with
you now, my little toenail clipping? Flush you down the toilet? Or save you
for a rainy day? Hmmf, nothing to say, eh? Well, I suppose it would be
amusing to keep you. I can put you in a little box, and say 'there lies my
virginity'"

Wiping the fragment onto the lid of one of her lotion bottles, she lowers her
legs to the floor and stands up. A gush of cool water runs out of her cunt
and down her legs, puddling at her feet. "Ooops... so what did I expect?"
Yet the feeling of bulk inside her is undimished; how long is this going
to take to melt anyway? 'Bother!' she thinks 'I can't go to bed or even walk 
around till this is all melted, or I'll get water everywhere. Oh bother. I 
want to come so much... can't I get them out?'

Legs apart, she tentatively slides one and then two fingers into herself.
Just doing this sends her into a spin of wonder at the freedom, her cunt is
open, it's her's to enjoy, at last... after all these years....
There are the ice blocks, but she cannot... just cannot manage to hook any
out of her. The melt water drips down off her hand. Darn. If she wants to
come soon, she is either going to have to find somewhere comfortable that
doesn't matter getting wet, or get the ice out of her, or, or just wait.
"Oh well, it seemed like a good idea at the time..  What I need is a way to 
melt it fast, warm water or something... but how..." Looking around the 
bathroom, she can't see any way of getting much water into herself at all.
The sink has seperate, old style hot and cold taps, the bath has a mixer tap
but she can't see how she could get the water to go into her cunt, even if
she lay on her back in the bath, it just would'nt work...  Her eye falls on
the shower head. Hmmm.... Stepping into the bath, still dripping steadily,
she reaches up to the shower spray. It unscrews from the pipe easily, leaving
the narrow round end of the pipe pointing down. "This looks interesting..."
Turning on the water again, she finds that a solid, clear jet of water falls
from it, breaking up about half way down, and hitting the bottom of the bath 
with a loud splattering. She adjusts the temperature to a pleasant heat, and
shaking her head at the comedy of the situation, lies down in the bath.
The water pounds on her stomach with surprising force as she rotates till her
legs are towards the wall, then starts to raise her hips by walking her feet
up the tiles.
With a little wriggling, she ends up with only her shoulders and head on the
bath floor; the rest of her body is upside down in the air, her feet high up
against the wall. The stream is now barely missing her twat, and glancing
down onto her stomach and breasts, cascading onto her face, misting her eyes
and running into her nose. 'If I'm not going to drown myself, I'd better have
the water land somewhere else soon', she thinks. She lifts her hands to her 
upturned slit, opens the lips, and pushes her hips out from the wall and 
under the falling stream. It ploughs into her sex, bullseye on her cunt.
"Whaaaaaaoooooowwww! OH WOW! OhhhhhH! ohhhhhh oh omygod o o o ooooooo...."

It drives into her like a hot spear, and the pounding, churning inside, the
wild contrast of the heated water in her chilled sheath, is vastly more 
intense than she had expected. Involuntarily she shakes and bucks, and the
jet wanders over her organs, now her clit, into her convulsing cunt, now
testing the ring of her arse, back into her cunt, her cunt... 
Suddenly, without any warning buildup, she is coming, wildly and mindlessly.
Somehow she holds herself in the position, the stream pounding into her cunt,
and cascading down her body.
"UUUUUUUuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhoooooo I'mmmmmmm commmmmminnnnngggggg ohhhhh...
hhhhhhhh, Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh.... Oh yes, oh Yes! Oh oh beauuuuutiful... oh..."
Perhaps because her head is lowest, or whatever, she does not faint this
time, but just goes on and on, as the pounding, pulsing stream frigs her cunt
powerfully. Inside, she can feel the pieces of ice swirling about, bumping
and rubbing, but rapidly diminishing as they melt.
She too feels like she is melting, her strength running out of her like the
water bubbling back out of the waterfall pool between her legs. All her
pelvic muscles are out to lunch, her cunt is wide open, joyfully welcomimg
the hot pummeling with limp, cumming openness. The weakness is spreading up
into her thighs, and her hands around her cunt fall away. Oh cumming... 
cumming..... may it never end.... But she is barely able to hold herself
in position, so she props her arms under her back, elbows on the bath and
hands supporting her back. Now her leg and bottom muscles hardly need to do
any work, and she lets the limpness wash into them. Surprisingly, her hips 
want to hump into the jet, and she lets them thrust as they wish.
The movement wanders the point of beautiful pounding about on her sex, off
the back end of her slit, back, wham into her cunt, up her slit, ahhhhhh... 
drumming her clit, back to her cunt, back, onto her arse... "OHHH Shit! Oh...
Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhfffffff... OH OH OH! AHHHIEEEEE! Oouuufff! oh wow ohh...."
Very suddenly, she finds out that her rectum was completely relaxed like 
everything else, and the water just pours into the loose rose, worming it's
hot fingers down, down into her body. Nothing could have prepared her for
the sensation, the depth of it's penetration, the heat running into her very 
centre. She is transfixed, offering her uplifted openings to the water.
Then the last of the muscle tone fades from her ring, and it opens wide to
the air as well as the prying stream. Inside her she feels a dropping shift
as gravity pulls down her organs, their place taken by the volume of her 
air dilated bowel. The splashing and running down her torso of excess water 
from the stream ceases as it now falls straight into the open grotto,
pounding directly on the tight membranes within. It rushes down inside to 
the growing pool of heat around her stomach, filling, rising back up the
open cavern. It seems to take a very long time to fill her up, and the 
sensation of being filled is, is... well, like being filled to bursting with
heat while comming... As the water level rises, her stomach swells out, the
skin tightening around her middle. All this time, she is simply feeling,
coming, not thinking, just a focus of sensations, coming... gasping...

Finally she feels the water level in her inner lake rising toward the surface
and a thought does cross her mind. She thinks of what the water inside her
must be like, will be like when it overflows out over her body. Thats enough
to overcome her paralysis, and she jerks, flicking her cunt back under the
fall, and clamping her arse shut with all her will. She is sooooo fullllll....
And weak.... Her cum is fading away, shivering out into little spasms of her
cunt and hips. The ice cubes have all long melted, and as her loins return 
to the present century she lets herself droop, sliding her feet back down the 
wall and sinking into the bottom of the tub. Lying on her back, arsehole
clenched tight and stomach curved up with the volume inside her, the stream
drums loudly on her taught belly.
She muses to herself> "Ohhhhh.... that was soooo intense.... so that's what
an enema feels like.... Hah! Except that the girls aren't coming when they
get one... and it's a bit less acrobatic for them, lying on the clinic
couch... Heh, heh, maybe we should do it this way... Ohhhhhh, have to get up
before I bust..."

She levers herself awkwardly up into a sitting position, difficult because
her stretched stomach muscles won't let her use them. A run of warm water
under her bottom startles her, thinking she has let slip a bit of her bowel's
contents, but no, it was just her cunt draining. She turns off the water and
steps out, wadling urgently over to the toilet, where she squats and with a 
sigh of relief, lets go with a mighty churning rush and the expected smell.
She can feel lumps of shit whanging out of her in the flow, and she strains
to expel all of it.

She thinks wryly to herself that things are not going very much along the 
lines she expected. Something like a lie down in bed with something long and 
thickish, and a slow, carefull exploration of the world of orgasm (not to 
mention of her cunt) was what she'd had in mind, but this...
Well, she's certainly found one way to come very nicely. And introduced 
herself to enemas. And speaking of exploring...
The water is still dribbling out of her, and she flushes the toilet, then
when the bowl has settled down, bears down again and examines what's coming 
out of her. "Not exactly spring water... Maybe.. yes, why not, why not see
what that's like too. Surely it will be clean if I flush it out again..."

She hops off the loo and steps back into the bath, turning on the water again.
This time she makes it very hot, and quickly works herself into the same 
position as before. For a moment she lets the stream play on her clit and
into her cunt, sighing and shivering with pleasure, but then pulls her mind
back to her intentions. Down goes the water into her bowels again, again she
lets herself fall open, and savours the cascade hammering into her depths.
The extra heat this time make the feeling even more intense, and she is
sorely tempted to let it play on her clit for a while and see how quickly
she can come again. But no... on with the task...
Again she clamps as it fills her near overflowing, and reverses her position,
standing and stepping to the toilet. Again the gush, clearer this time but
not perfect. Her belly feels scoured and empty, as she quickly hops back in
the tub and under the falling jet again. It feels just as good, all over
again, and back on the loo she lets go a torrent of virtually clear water.

"Hmmmmm..." She reaches under herself, and slips a finger into her rear.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm....." That does feel interesting... Sticking her thumb into
her cunt, she is surprised to feel how thin the seperating wall is. 
"Why.. there's hardly anything between them... And they feel... mmmmmm 
different, but the same... Unnnnnnhhhhffffff tighter in the back if I squeeze 
it, but otherwise...   mmmmmmm..... well... one more for the road, eh?"

Back under the drumming stream, this time she plays it back and forth between
her cunt and arse, while stroking her clit into hardness again.
"Arrrrrrhhhh, oohohohhhoooooowwwww oh do I want to come again like this?
So gooood, so easy to come like this.... but maybe it's easy to come anyway...
rrrrrrrruuuuuhhhhh oooooo..... no, you still have to try the real thing,
don't forget.... can't forget that.... ohhhhhh...."
When the water fills her arse, she is about to close up and get down, when
she thinks, 'so what? It's clean now, so what?' She lets the cascade pummel 
into her overflowing arse, and when nothing terrible happens, gives an 
experimental squeeze of her stomach muscles. The effect is spectacular to say 
the least, as a column of water blasts up into the space between her thighs, 
then collapses all over her. But it's just water, and now her arse is doing
it's sinkhole impersonation again, feeling great as well.
Again she lets it fill, then blasts it out, harder this time. She is reminded 
of a geyser she saw once in a hot springs park.
But this is not getting her anywhere in her sex exploration, really, it just
feels nice, not orgasmic. So she gets up again, rinses herself under the
stream, turns off the water, empties on the toilet, and dries herself.

By that time, she is hardly feeling excited at all, and for a moment she
considers just going to bed. "I can do the dildo stuff another night, after 
all," she thinks aloud "there's no great hurry really, is there?" She ponders
a moment, idly toying with her softened clit to see how it feels about the
idea. Unfailingly, it hardens quickly, and her insides give a tiny lurch.
"Oh, so you'd rather do it _now_, then, I suppose?" She says "All right,
tonight what you want is what you get. Besides, a shame to waste all that
trouble getting your double clean, no?"

Probing her sex with a finger she finds that all the washing has left her
cunt squeeky clean, and not at all slippery. In fact her finger will hardly
go in at all. So she picks up the jar of hand cream, and taking a liberal
dollop, annoints her slit, working it well into her cunt with wriggling 
fingers. "Arrhhhh.... mmmmmm yes, you're right, there's still miles to go
before I sleep, but you'll be a home soon, don't worry!... And you too."
she playfully adds as her fingers work another scoop of cream into her
equally squeeky arse.

The whole space between her legs is now slippery smooth with the cream, and
she sighs as she runs her fingers from rear to front, over her appreciative 
clit, through the hairs of her mound, out over the hollows at the front of
her thighs, and back down into the canyon between her legs. Her fingers probe 
easily into each hole as they pass, she is relaxed and open front and rear.
The feelings her fingers raise are delicious, there doesnt seem to be
anywhere without it's own range of voluptuous responses to her touch.
"Well, they're certainly ready, so what am I waiting for now? If I'm going
to do it, I'd better decide what to do it with, hadnt I?"
Casting her eye along the range of bottles and jars on her shelf, she 
considers one or two, but none really catch her fancy. There are only a few
that look anywhere long enough, and those are all simply the wrong shape.
It occurs to her that she must have unusual tastes in shampoos and creams, 
since now that she thinks about it, the hygene shelves of the westernised
shopping centre of the local town where she shops seem to have a vast variety
of bottles, spray cans, and so on, that would be perfect for... for... 
'Hah! Old habits die hard, am I still afraid to think such things? Not any
more...' She demonstrates to herself:- "Next time I go shopping, I must buy
some bottles that are just right to shove up my cunt and arse! Some of those
deodorant spray cans are exactly the right shape. What a sinful world, where
manufacturers deliberately design containers to tempt single young girls
to commit disgusting sexual acts!" She smiles to herself. "Mmmmmm....
ohhhh, maybe I could get a nice long one, and wear it to dinner! Hah, that'd
be a joke on the girls, especially Amber, ha ha.."

Taking the jar of cream, she heads for the kitchen and cucumbers, thinking
of young ladies like Amber being exposed to lust inducing temptations in
ever more forceful ways.

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