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Archive name: season12.txt (ff, teens)
Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 12 of 13
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Copyright © 1996 Linda B. - This story is written for
adults and involves a consensual relationship between
two older teen girls. If you are a teenager, we as
adults don't think that you should read this even
though you are sexually mature and probably have much
more sexual desire than we do, but we are merely
jealous of your sexual virility. Please leave us alone
to *fantasize* about being your age once again. I'm
sorry but you'll have to wait until you're at least 18
before you can have your own fantasies. Preferably you
should wait until you're at least 30 or older, that way
you can really have something to fantasize about: your
very own teenage years!
I would appreciate any *positive* feedback about this
story, including your feelings as you read the story.
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The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 12
by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
Jenny obviously knew what she was doing with the
carrot, pushing in and out slowly, making sure I could
feel every ridge as it passed my clitty.
It was so nice to be penetrated like that with my bare
ass presenting itself in such a fashion: Inviting,
almost begging for attention. And the thought of being
a naughty little whore getting her deserved punishment
was something that fantasies were made of. Too bad I
couldn't be wearing one of those slut-suit French maid
get-ups that seemed to dominate the catalog. After all,
a promiscuous girl like me deserves to be dressed up
appropriately in something that matches her attitude!
My body, drained of all strength, was ready to collapse
on the bed if it hadn't been for Jenny. She made
certain that my fanny stayed propped up and displayed
prominently while working the "tool" faster and faster.
"I hope your learning something." She parented, wrap-
ping her arms around my waist tightly just to let me
know that escape wasn't an option. The carrot had been
removed in order to get my full attention. It seemed
to work.
"Do you know why you're being *punished*?"
I answered weakly. "Mmm-hmm".
Then my pussy lips received a liberal teasing with the
carrot's tip while she held me tightly, letting me
know what was to soon to be inserted. After pretending
several times, the carrot finally re-entered with
penetrations synchronized with each word:
"*Masturbation*!"
"*Is*!"
"*Dirty*!"
I gasped for breath with every word as I felt wave
after wave of delicate warm sensations flowing through
me. Jenny used her feet to spread my legs even
*further*, something I would have never believed
possible. "This will have to do until I can get you
into the *spreader* bar that I ordered."
The what? Did she say "*spreader* bar"? My entire body
shuddered at the possibility. How could I have missed
such a thing? A mechanical device to force the legs
into "ready" position? Why didn't I think of that?
Wow! What an idea!
But it was getting really hard to think straight by
then and Jenny wasn't making it any easier by stepping
up the pace of my punishment. My body trembled with
dripping-wet pleasure as my hips reeled against
Jennifer's hold.
Orgasm seemed to be toying with me, coming just within
grasp before frustrating me again and again. I thought
it might help to fantasize about being dangled from the
ceiling by a harness. A harness designed specifically
to keep my body in the spread-eagle position. In that
position I could be swung around like a pendulum to
have assorted procedures performed, usually involving
some sort of intense clitoral stimulation.
And the idea of being tethered like that elevated the
level of excitement another notch.
Jenny surmised that someone should design some sort of
clamp to hold the pussy lips open and exposed so they
are always ready for penetration. At that point my
ultimate goals for education became crystal clear: an
engineering degree!
Meanwhile, the dispenser of all stimulating punishment
had found an even more efficient method of pleasuring
me by pulling upwardly, dragging each bump of the
carrot across my clit.
Then it came. Suddenly and out of nowhere. Everything
inside me surged with energy. Higher and higher and
higher. It felt like I had passed out, completely out
of control, jerking, writhing, riding the waves of
unconscious emotion. The depth of those passionate
feelings was beyond description. It was like being
immersed in a pool of warm, beautiful feelings.
I had connected with some inner part of myself, my
female self.
Never had an orgasm that felt that way. One that so
overwhelmed me with deep intense emotion. There was
happiness and sadness. Courage and fear. Peace and
rage. All that was inside me that could possibly be
felt was felt. There was no way for Jennifer to share
that moment, something that saddened me so much that
almost started crying.
My sensitivity level had been heightened to the point
of being uncomfortable. Everything from Jenny's fingers
gently caressing my back to the pain I sensed in her
face. All at full volume. How could I explain any of
this to her? I knew that trying to put it into words
would have destroyed it.
Still, an urging inside me became stronger and stronger
to talk. To talk with Jenny about her pain. But how? I
groped around before finding the words. "Jenny? Please
forgive me if I'm wrong....but I feel a lot of pain
when I look at you. Maybe it's just me, I don't know.
Is there something there?"
For the moment the tears could be fought off, but soon
she would soon lose the battle. "Well...you know there
have been some problems with Tom," Jenny explained
diplomatically.
There wasn't really any need to ask further questions,
the truth was staring me right in the eye. Literally.
A bruise above her eye that was barely detectable gave
it all away.
Jenny's face turned away to avoid my hand when I tried
to touch it. Then she began to weep. Calmly at first,
as if waiting for the protection of my outstretched
arms, then exploding into a storm. Here was someone
who had been so measured with her emotional responses,
so good at keeping things in check. Someone who could
allow just the right amount out so as not to be
disingenuous. Not the emotion that *she* was feeling,
but the emotion that *you* needed: the emotion of
empathy. This time it was different. This time it was
honest.
I wondered if this had been the first incident. Or was
it the last? Talking her out of seeing Tom again seemed
so easy now. How could anything be more clear? I soon
found out that things weren't quite so simple, at least
in Jenny's mind.
Part of the answer was something I had already learned.
Rebuffing Tom had a price to pay. And pay it I would.
Besides that, Jenny had other concerns about their
relationship. Ones that both surprised and intrigued
me.
"I can't just think about myself, Sarah."
"When your life is endangered, why not?" She was
definitely uncomfortable with that kind of direct
confrontation.
"I'm *sure* Tom wouldn't really hurt me. I *know* he
wouldn't. All of his life, people have always left him
when things were difficult. I have to show him that no
matter what he does I still love him. And it always
works. You should see! He's so different now. Really!"
I was dying to see the big change, but more than a bit
skeptical. All of it made me think about how unselfish
Jenny was and how I admired that while at the same time
was confused by it. Was it good or bad?
Her loyalty to the high school was even harder to
understand. She couldn't "let them all down" by break-
ing up with Tom. After all, everyone said how great
they looked together as a couple. And the yearbook
pictures? What about them? The first ones of her and
Tom had already been taken.
The anger started rising up inside of me. "Jenny! The
DAMN yearbook, Jen? Who gives a SHIT about the DAMN
yearbook?"
Jenny had regained her composure like an expert skater
after a slip on the ice. "I think you're really angry
at Tom. Oh, it's perfectly understandable. Can't blame
you *one* bit."
Oh, right! Weren't we all angry at *Tom*?
My staring eyes bored into hers. "Tom *got* what he
deserved from me. That's all he deserves from you too!"
The whole conversation had turned into an argument.
An argument that was going nowhere in a hurry and with
Jenny on the verge of breaking down again, I decided
to leave bad enough alone. At least for the time being.
Just seeing her brokenness was enough to make me feel
guilty, enough to make me apologize for yelling at her.
We both sat there not saying a word until the familiar
sound of Mom's car pulling up punctuated the silence.
I grabbed Jenny by the hand and jettisoned out the back
door, just in time to avoid my mother.
The sweet smell of jasmine perfumed the night air as
we made our way toward the beach. I remembered well
when I had been there last with Jenny. I remembered
too, how we had spent the last rays of the setting sun
together on that little tryst.
"God, it g-g-gets c-cold here at night," I shivered.
"We were wearing short-sleeves at school!" On top of
freezing temperatures the wind had started to pick up.
Jenny chuckled. "People back in the mid-west won't
believe it when you tell them you need a jacket in the
summer! There, look." She gestured toward the shore.
"Some of my friends built a fire down there. That
should warm you up. Let's go."
Oh no, I thought, more of Jenny's friends that I
*didn't* want to meet. How was I going to tell her
without hurting her feelings? I did my best. "Jenny,
I'm sorry but...I'm not really up for meeting anyone
tonight, O.K.?
"Yes you are!" She retorted, kicking a wind-blown coke
can. "These are different kind of people. How can I
describe them? Kind of a rag-tag bunch of people who
don't fit in anywhere at school. I'm sure they'd really
like someone, well...as *unconventional* as you!"
That was a pretty nice way to put it. My curiosity was
really going now, wondering who these people were and
if they'd accept me, even more, maybe *like* me. After
agreeing to go, Jenny informed me that her association
with them be kept an absolute secret. She sure found
the right way to get me interested!
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