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Story title : Adventures of Jade - 7
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Adventures of Jade - 7 (FFf, mc, nc, bdsm, v, sn,
medical)
by Hummmvee (hummmvee@hotmail.com)
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Jade gets a teaching job at a local Academy for girls.
Lots of 'rugmunching' and intrigue. Slow, juicy buildups
with character development.
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Adventures of Jade 7 - A Novella
By Hummmvee
(Tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)
Throughout the dark hours of night, up on the Mesa, the
coyotes howled and played noisily. Morning came too soon.
Jade had not slept well. Partly from the guilt of seeing
her younger sister naked, but mostly from the fact that
she had been the one to strip young Jenna bare, then
diddled her own twat to the depraved sight. Jade cried.
She must have been under the influence of those terrible
tainted cosmetics! It couldn't be her fault.
Somehow she had to be sure of her suspicions. Jade arose
before dawn. The sight of her naked younger sister
illuminated by the promise of a new day hit her like a
sledgehammer. Jenna lay on the stained bed sheet, covered
in splattered candle wax! How could Jade have forgotten
that part of the debauchery!? Her perpetration of that
last part, just had to have been caused by some outside
influence. There was no other explanation she could think
of! She certainly had never done anything like it before.
What made Jade feel even guiltier, was that a large part
of her enjoyed it (and even wanted a repeat performance)!
She tried to dress, but kept stealing glances at her
sleeping sister who lay on her side. The bed was a mess,
but Jenna looked very pretty in it. She lay on the
(formerly) snow-white silk bed sheets, looking tan and
innocent, despite being covered in red candle wax (most
of which was stuck to her breasts and bald little mound).
Jade had to blow this pop-stand before having to explain
herself, or become implicated in the apparent illicit
activities! She decided that a morning jog on the upper
part of the Mesa might clear her head. Jade rode out with
no breakfast, wanting to get out of the house before
anyone else got up. The sunrise was splendid, although
the weather a bit cool. She grabbed her Mace and trusty
pocket blade, and went 'to it' after a brief warm up.
This was the back country of Colorado. There was still
the occasional Puma, Bear, or other wild beast to contend
with. One would be foolish to assume that no danger could
come to an unwary former city-dweller, or even a wary one
for that matter. Jade wondered if Mace would even have
any significant effect on a charging and frightened wild
animal? No, the prudent thing in these parts was a decent
sidearm. She ran up the Elk trail, inhaling the ancient
scents of the wonderful blue-gray sagebrush. Running was
all so effortless to her. Being fit was indeed a
rewarding state of mind/body!
The run gave Jade time to think. She reasoned that IF the
products were indeed somehow tainted; to what end? Who
tainted them? Was the St. Beave's School for Girls
directly involved? How did her pussy get bald? Or was the
whole thing a product of an overactive and paranoid
imagination? Perhaps she was simply horny; projecting her
fears into this convoluted and dark fantasy? And if there
indeed was a conspiracy of sorts, did that mean the age
of innocence was over? So that showed that bad things
could, and did happen to good people in this world. No
one was 'safe'. Indeed life (as we know it) proved
(ultimately) fatal to all involved.
Jade thought of herself as a positive person; so if this
subterfuge was indeed a possibility, the 'Liberals' were
all wrong. The liberals that insisted that 'bad things'
only happened to people who attracted those bad things,
via their fears or projections of negativity. She
wrestled with the different philosophies, running faster.
Was her subconscious at fault? How could she know what
lay there?
A Mountain Lion growled in the far off distance, causing
Jade to stop suddenly and look behind her. Yes indeed,
anything was possible. Only preparedness and discipline
seemed to bring some quality time, and then only if Lady
Luck was also with you. Jade resolved that the next time
she came to these remote areas, she would be 'packing
iron', as they say.
Her father had taught her about guns, so she had no fear
of them. Indeed the only 'true' dangers lurked behind the
INTENT of man or beast. In the case of animals, this
intent was easily explained as instinct; but man's evil
intentions were much more dangerous than an animal that
was simply and predictably driven by fear or hunger. As
her run resumed, only the wind and the cadence of her
white tennis shoes was to be heard on the dry red earth
of God's country.
Jenna opened her eyes shortly after consciousness came
calling. As the sensory telephones were all reinstalled
in her brain, strange sensations caused her some concern.
Several odd feelings beckoned immediate intervention.
First of all, there was a 'sharpness' in her touch
receptors; secondly, an awareness of a strange
'ickyness'; and lastly, a stabbing sensation at her
coccyx. She also felt used and dirty.
Jenna pulled an offending object from behind the small of
her back, and brought the thing to her blurry eyes. A red
candle nearly spent. She was also ... nude!?! She quickly
glanced next to her. The bed was empty. 'WHEW'. Jenna
then felt caked dry sweat all over her pristine body. She
sat up. She recognized her blue pajamas all scrunched up
on the floor, as if someone carelessly tossed them there.
She could honestly not recall anything after her head had
hit the pillow. Her sex throbbed, and she looked down to
see if there was any visual explanation. 'What the
hell?!!!' Jenna nearly jumped out of her skin, scrambling
to her feet. 'Is this blood? Am I bleeding?' No it was
dry, red ... stuff. 'WAX!' And it was concentrated all
over her breasts and pubis!
In a minute, her mind intervened a likely explanation. 'I
must have knocked over the candle'. Jenna questioned the
sheer quantity of wax, but no other explanation presented
itself. She saw that the bed sheet was ruined. Her sister
would KILL her! What to do? And how would she get this
wax off her little body?
It was the longest two hours she ever spent in the
bathroom. Her skin was almost raw from her restoration
efforts. All that attention and rubbing at her breasts,
nipples and vagina left her breathless. It made Jenna
uncomfortable to use Jade's bathroom for this, due to the
plethora of mirrors 'staring' at her.
Her boobs would frequently wobble under the strenuous
efforts of the de-waxing, and sometimes she would catch a
glimpse of this in one of the mirrors. It was all so
embarrassing. The reality though, was that her body
actually met with her own approval and she turned herself
on whenever she spied some expanse of her own nudeness.
(All this was still on a subconscious level)
Finally, the cleaning was over, and she thankfully dried
off. No permanent damage; only a residual redness. It
would have been a lot tougher had she possessed pubic
hair. Jenna felt stimulated from the excessive rubbing.
Perhaps that is why she picked out sheer pink panties and
matching little sock-ies with a frill at the top to wear.
The bra was pink and sheer as well, and accented her
cleavage via the method of its construction.
She found a short plaid skirt, and a white long-sleeved
muslin blouse. She posed in the walk-in closet in her
only pair of medium-heel, black patent leather shoes. It
was the classic Catholic School-Girl outfit, minus tie.
She normally was more casual, or subdued in her manner of
dress, but there was this new consciousness of her
physicality that begged expression.
Jenna was also dying for a fresh shot of the newly
discovered exotic perfume. It seemed the main basket of
the stuff was gone, but luckily she had stashed some. Her
favorite scent in the 'Burning Bush' brand lineup was
'Blonde Violation', although she also liked 'Slippery
Slot' and 'Gooey Gash'. 'Blonde Violation' smelt of
morning glory and American thighs. The smell made her hot
and horny. After a liberal dose, she felt as though she
needed to be seen; to be on display. She was also feeling
a need to be ... dominated. Very strange feelings indeed.
Jenna made her way downstairs. She thought about having
to face her sister for ruining the bed sheets. Even
though she did not remember the candle even being lit,
she probably had knocked it over, and caused the terrible
mess. She would have to apologize to Jade and probably
compensate her. 'That will put a dent in my $20 a week
allowance'. Perhaps she could trade her sister the ruined
bed sheets for a ride in her snazzy new wheels when they
finally get delivered? Jenna heard laughter coming from
the kitchen; her mother and cousin Jennifer, by the sound
of the two voices. No sign of Jade. That was a relief.
Her entry into the kitchen caused an immediate stir.
"Well, good morning! Look at you! All dolled up! Very
nice indeed..." The compliment came from the bespectacled
Dr. Jennifer. Jenna was a little shocked by the
directness of the compliments. She forgot that she had
dressed up for some reason today. It was not her usual
mode of dress, to say the least. "Doesn't she look
fabulous?"
That sidebar was directed at Astrid, who could not agree
more, judging by her expression. Her little girl was
rapidly becoming a woman. Jenna now had mixed feelings
about getting the attention she had earlier wished for.
She greeted everyone politely and went for a piece of
fruit, trying to distract the blush from her cheeks.
Astrid and Jennifer could not help but stare at her
beauty, as they sipped their coffees. Jenna wondered why
they had to stare so overtly. Whatever it was, she had
the command of everyone's attention. Jenna dipped the
strawberries in the sweetened and vanilla'd whipped
cream. She looked very sexy eating the egg-sized red
fruits.
Her natural glow of youth was compounded by the sweet
odour of the complex and sophisticated chemical blend in
the Products. Unknown to them, the Products contained
cleverly balanced mixtures of pheromones, opiates,
alkaloids, aroma therapeutic flower essences, and
steroids. Basically, anyone dousing themselves with the
Products could be considered 'pure sex appeal', or simply
a 'horndog'.
The two adults were still staring at the young teen.
Jenna looked like the statue of Venus (with arms). Astrid
figured that she must be 5' 8" already; pretty tall for
just under sixteen. Another inch, and they'd be tied for
second place. A silent look passed between Astrid and
Jennifer, indicating that a plan was about to be put into
action.
"Jenna, honey ... I think this morning you and I are
going to have that discussion I've been promising your
mother. I want to look you over too, and check your
physical development. I also wanted to get your feedback
on that educational videotape you were supposed to
watch."
Jenna almost chocked on her breakfast. She looked at her
mother in horror. Her eyes grew bigger than the
strawberry she had just put in her mouth. Astrid kind of
looked away, avoiding her daughter's frightened plea. It
was an awkward moment. Jenna did not like to be treated
like an object. She did not always like decisions being
made, on her behalf, without her input. But, she
remembered it was 'mother's rules' as long as she lived
in mother's house.
'Surely whatever Dr. 'J' has in mind shan't be all that
bad. Dr. Jennifer is, after all, a professional; and
everyone present is only looking out for my best
interests. Besides, I just got a hell of a birthday
present! I don't want to be perceived as being
ungrateful'. Jenna rethought her response.
Sensing weakening resistance, cousin Jennifer moved in
for the kill. "Why don't we go into the den." She grabbed
Jenna by the hand and the pair sped off with a wink at
Astrid, with Jennifer adding "Don't go anyplace, I might
need your assistance in a bit."
Both Astrid and Jennifer were (conveniently) still in
their bathrobes. As Jenna entered the den, it was clear
that some preparations had already been made for this.
There was the recliner, center stage. Several floor lamps
had been brought in and placed flanking. There were
several other chairs around as well. Jenna also spied the
bathroom scale, and Dr. Jennifer's 'tool bag'.
"Why don't you sit down, Jenna, honey..." the 'honey' was
over emphasized. Jenna was beginning to feel as though
she were 'supper'; a meal being played with by some
hungry predator, just before being swallowed whole. Her
short plaid skirt rode up as she sank down in the cushy
leather recliner. Self-consciously, Jenna pulled her
skirt hem down as much as possible, while still looking
warily at the doctor. Yep, Dr. 'J' had noticed the
skirt's shortcomings. How embarrassing! The combination
of short skirt and long legs was hard to ignore. Jenna
clasped her fingers together, and extended her arms into
her lap, in an attempt to prevent the skirt from riding
up further. Her innocent face studied Jennifer, to see
what might be next in store.
"I must change into my smock. Can't do my thing unless
I'm properly outfitted! Habit I guess." And with that
Jennifer pulled out of her bag, a folded white uniform.
"I'll only be a minute." It certainly appeared as though
Jennifer might change right in front of Jenna, who
cringed, but got excited at the possibility. The doctor
looked around the room in mock modesty, 'looking' for a
place to change that offered a modicum of privacy. There
was a folding screen near the picture window; one of
those Japanese room-divider things, all done up in hand-
painted silk. After spotting it, Jennifer took her
uniform with her, and after some adjustment, began to
change behind it.
Jenna sat nervously, fidgeting in her chair. She noticed
that with the light streaming in at that particular
angle, it caused the silk of the screen to become
somewhat transparent. She could clearly tell that Dr.
Jennifer had nothing on under her robe. Jenna blushed,
but kept looking. She thought that Dr. Jennifer was a
pretty woman, all 5'7" of her. She had a very slim build;
her body being well curved and well toned for her age,
hell any age.
She watched through the transparency as the doctor bound
her long brown hair in a pony tail, her massive chest
thrusting out proudly. As the doc turned this way and
that, Jenna hoped she would remember every delicious
curve and outline. What was this infatuation she was
developing for older females? Jennifer certainly took her
time about changing, and moved in a very sexy fashion.
The outline of her huge firm knockers impressed Jenna.
They were the epitome of breastdom to her. They swung a
lolled to and fro as she dressed. Jenna started to get
moist 'down there'. 'Why does that happen?' she wondered.
She pressed her hands down even harder, into the 'v' of
her crotch. There was little relief.
It was then that Jenna noticed a shadow. A movement
really; outside of the house and through the window. It
appeared to be a passerby. The doctor had her back to the
window at this point, and was unaware of this new
development. It was hard to see from Jenna's seated
position, but it appeared the young girl outside had
noticed the woman changing, stopped, and now stood
looking in, mesmerized. The teen-aged girl held a book-
bag against her chest, and seemed to be around Jenna's
age. Jenna chuckled to herself. She was certainly not
going to warn the doctor of the peeper!
Soon Jennifer was dressed, looking as sexy as ever in her
short white nurse's uniform; something similar to what
Jenna saw her wear in the videotape. Dr 'J' was all
smiles. Jenna noticed that the front of the uniform was
zippered, and a fair bit of cleavage showed. Jennifer
took a seat opposite her patient, and fished a notebook
out of her bag. She started writing in it, while humming
some indiscernible tune. Jenna clacked her shoes together
for entertainment.
"Now then! Let's get started, shall we? How did you like
my instructional video?" Jenna could never admit how sexy
and titillating that tape truly was. She didn't know what
to say about it. "Did you learn anything?" asked the
doctor. Jenna's temperature rose as she remembered how
insanely erotic the video had been, causing her to ...
well she wasn't sure exactly what made her pass out
during the latter part of the video. She felt guilty for
the thrill it gave her. She also wanted to keep her mouth
shut at this point, if at all possible; but her curiosity
got the better of her.
"Umm, did those people know they were being filmed?" That
contentious remark slipped out before she could stow it.
"Well, what do you think, Jenn?"
"How should I know?"
"You seem to have some suspicions..."
"Well no, it's just that no one ever looked at the
camera, and I know if you instructed me not to look, I'd
probably look at it constantly. That made me think the
folks were unaware of their being recorded." Dr. 'J'
looked at the young 'Shirlock Holmes' with narrowed brow.
"The people signed a waiver. It's all perfectly legal."
Jennifer emphasized that a little too forcefully, making
Jenna think that there was more to it. Jennifer decided
to take a firmer grasp of the direction things were going
in.
"Why don't we have you take off that pretty skirt, so I
can get a better look at you."
"WHAT!?! I can't take off my skirt in front of you!" and
the blood drained from Jenna's cheeks.
It ended up being a four mile run at 9000+ feet
elevation. Jade was pleased with her performance. She
looked at what was once her father's Omega 'Seamaster'
chronograph watch. Almost time to visit her best friend.
A quick cool down walk followed by a wipe down, and she'd
be decent enough for her appointment. Thirty minutes
later, she was pulling into Dakota's apartment complex.
The pair had become friends during college. Dakota was a
lot like Jade, only a few inches shorter, and of American
Indian descent. Her shiny jet-black hair went all the way
down to her (tiny) butt. Her muscles seemed even more
defined than Jade's, but that was probably due to her
darker complexion (Jade always out-lifted her in the
training room). She liked Dakota well enough. On more
than one occasion, she had even fantasized certain 'acts'
with this gorgeous Native princess. Dakota still had a
few years of College left to go, and she commuted now to
one of the small satellite schools the college ran in the
area. After being buzzed in, Jade bounded up the stairs,
two at a time. It made for free bonus exercise.
"How's it goin' Chief!?" Jade quipped irreverently as she
waltzed into the apartment. She always played around with
her friend that way, pretend-mocking the girl's heritage.
Dakota was very secure with herself, her heritage, and
her social status. "Good morning mutt!" Dakota now making
mocking reference to Jade's mixed heritage
(American/Scandinavian/German).
"You seemed a little weird on the phone last night, what
up?" Acting silly around each other had lessened the
pressures of their extremely disciplined College
routines. Jade usually started these playful diatribes,
but Dakota could play along equally well. Though not a
slut, Dakota was a lot more forward and experienced than
Jade. Since they could still be considered very young
women, humor still played center stage in their lives.
They felt comfortable in each other's presence.
"I need your opinion on something." Jade was acting
somewhat secretive still, and it got Dakota's attention.
After putting on some latex gloves, Jade pulled a small
zippered bag from her duffle, and spilled the contents
onto Dakota's bedroom dresser. She stepped back as Dakota
picked up one of the bottles at random, and studied the
label. "'Burning Bush?' You gotta' be kidding me! Where'd
you get this stuff?"
"I was given these free samples at my new place of
employment. I think there's something 'weird' going on
with this stuff." Dakota picked up another bottle and
looked at it with suspicion. It was great packaging she
thought, although the names were silly.
"What do you mean, 'weird'?"
"I don't know where to begin! I first saw this product
line at that tanning place on the East side of the
valley. I've tried some, and it smells and works great,
but..."
"Go on, I'm listening." Dakota was excitedly sorting
through all the different products while Jade relayed her
concerns. There was perfume, mascara, lipstick,
shampoo/conditioner, blush, hair spray, styling gel, even
toothpaste!
"Well, 'unusual' things happen when I use the stuff. Like
I immediately fell asleep at the tanning place after
putting some on me, and what would the school be doing
giving this stuff away, and it makes your skin tingle,
and..."
"What's so strange about falling asleep at the tanning
place? I'm sure you are not the first or last person to
have done that?"
"Well there's more... it makes you feel...uhhh ... horny
or something!"
Dakota laughed at that remark. "Hey I feel horny all the
time, and I've never even tried this shit!" The Indian
girl picked up another bottle and sniffed the spray head
adding her observations. "I think you and I were born
horny. And I would venture to guess that most of our
classmates at school were as well." She seemed to find a
scent she particularly liked. "Hey I think this one
smells great!"
She pointed to the 'Bitch in Heat' label on a bottle of
perfume. Immediately she applied more to various parts of
her body. She even found a shade of lipstick she liked,
and glossed it on liberally. "Hey, I love the way it
makes the skin tingle!"
Jade wondered if she should have stopped her. No, that
would ruin the experiment. Jade covertly pressed a button
on her digital audio recorder, also pulling a large
military gas mask from her bag. This brought hearty
laughter from her host, followed by a puzzled expression.
Jade avoided inhaling the sweet smell of the products and
held the mask up to her face; except when talking.
"Don't you like this scent?" The heavily Native twenty
year old had her hands on her hips, wondering what the
game was. Jade spoke to her, but avoided breathing the
second hand vapours.
"I have to ask you some questions. You need to consider
your answers carefully, and reply honestly. Are you ready
to begin? This will help me out a lot, and I promise that
in due time I will tell you everything I know."
The silliness of Jade's behavior caused further laughter
from her friend. Dakota had never seen Jade behave in
such a cryptic manner. She was a good sport though, and
played along.
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
"Can you tell me, what does your body feel like right
now, in those places where you applied the perfume;
versus those places where you did not? You mentioned a
tingling sensation?"
"Yes, my breasts are really warm and tingly where I
sprayed. The scent is fabulous though! The feeling is
spreading and radiating out from my breasts and earlobes
to the rest of my body. My lips feel puffy and tingly. I
feel like a tropical flower in a rainforest as morning
fog rolls in and bathes me in its cool life-giving
moisture!"
Dakota was speaking with a light heart, and gesticulating
energetically for emphasis; her hands moving all over her
body like so many butterflies. The descriptions were
passionate and colorful. Jade listened, but breathed
through her mask. She noticed that as this went on,
Dakota became more self absorbed in her descriptions. It
was like watching a theater artist who was lost in the
role and 'one' with it. The gestures were now almost
ballet-like, only slower and more sensuous. At one point
Jade could barely hear Dakota's words. It was as if she
was whispering to herself.
"Dakota! Listen ... You will hear everything I say, and
you need to do as instructed! Do you understand me!?" The
Indian girl was still giggling and dancing with herself.
"Okay, my pretty."
"What?"
"Okay my pretty friend..."
"Do you find my appearance ... pleasing then?"
"Oh YESSSSS ... you are sooo very pretty!"
Well, that was news to Jade. Their deeper feelings toward
one another were apparently mutual. Jade thought that she
was easy on the eyes, she just never heard it from Dakota
before (at least not so directly). The beautiful Indian
girl moved so very sensuously in Jade's estimation. Her
hair was so long; longer than Jade's even. It was a joy
to look at the dark-skinned youth. Dakota danced and
laughed through the questions. The effect was almost
hypnotic. Jade took another breath of filtered air and
pressed on.
"So what do you like about me?"
"EVERYTHING!"
"Tell me more about what you like about me."
"Well ... I liked you from the first moment I saw you,
several years ago at Boulder. You were so hot-looking.
Smart too. You had discipline. I liked that. And your
tits and ass were perfectly delicious!"
"Dakota, are you saying you're a lesbian?"
"I don't think so..."
"Are you bisexual then?"
"Yes that's it; I think I may be bi!"
"You're not sure?"
"Well, I've been with a boy before, and I liked it, but
I've never been with a girl. I think I would like that
though, if you were that girl! Yes I think I would like
that a lot." Jade was pleasantly surprised, but
embarrassed.
"Why do you think you want to be with a girl, if you've
been with boys?"
"That's one boy, not 'boys'; and I never let him FUCK
me." Dakota emphasized the swear word, as if expelling it
from her lips like a virgin seeking penis. She normally
swore only on occasion, and Jade took notice of the
apparent behavioral changes.
"So you are a virgin still?"
"Yes." That surprised Jade.
"Are there girls that excite you like a boy does?"
"Only you; and you excite me more than any boy."
"Tell me about that."
"Remember when we started working out together?" Jade
nodded dreamily, remembering how intense yet satisfying
their workouts could get. "I used to look at you. Every
opportunity I took, and stole long glances when I thought
you weren't looking. I used to fantasize about you when I
got home. Those glimpses of you in the shower fuel my
masturbating yet to this day! I don't think I would have
developed my body to such a degree, had you not been
there to push me and taunt me with your already perfect
body and sexy moves!"
"You fantasized about me ... my body?" Jade's tongue had
swollen, and she had trouble staying focused on the
experiment.
"Yes Jade, I love your body, the way you look, and act. I
love you!"
"I don't know what to say Dakota. I'm flattered of
course. I think you too are a very beautiful and
desirable woman ... but..."
"Jade, I can't stand it any more. I have to make love to
you, or I'll bust! Here feel how my heart beats for you,
and only you!" Dakota grabbed Jade's hand and placed it
between her heaving cleavage before Jade could pull it
back. She was pretty scared now, never having seen this
'animal' side of her best friend. Jade tried to be calm,
as she felt the thundering heartbeat between the firm
golden orbs belonging to her Indian princess.
"I s-s-ee... Perhaps you are just at that stage where you
are confused about what you want, and you only think you
want something, but you really want something else?"
"What the hell are you blathering about Jade? I know what
I want, and what I want is sitting on my bed, teasing me!
... I want to ravish you! ... I want to see your body
naked, and masturbate to the glorious sight ... Then I
want to give you pleasure with my long, pointy tongue. I
want to know what your pussy looks and feels and tastes
like. I want you to whip me with your thick hair as I
grovel at your feet. I want to worship you into ecstasy!
I want to..." Jade had to think of something to derail
this train, and quick! She was not ready to be ravaged OR
ravished by anyone!
"So what you're trying to say then is ... you like me ...
right?" Jade tried to diffuse with a little (lame)
levity.
"Don't tease me, love! I'm ready to do anything for you;
anything for a taste of your sweet, sweet pussy. Even
looking into your magic eyes for eternity would be a
righteous start."
"Wow Dakota, I had no idea you liked me that much. But
how do I know you're not just saying that for
conversation's sake?" Dakota seemed to have a one track
mind right now, and Jade tried playing the humor card
again. She looked very serious, and Jade still felt
rather frightened by the sudden outbursts of emotion.
"Do you really think I could look into your eyes and
speak untruths? Command me and I will obey. I am your
willing servant." Jade was dumbfounded by the suddenness
of Dakota's apparent intoxication from these innocuous
looking products.
"Well... allrighty then. Why don't we talk about
something else. Something you aren't so passionate
about." She still hoped she could get her friend to dump
the emotional crap without halting the experiment.
"Just having you sit on my bed ... even with that stupid
gas mask... I'm hot for you! I want to take off all my
clothes and frig my box into oblivion as you watch! If
you won't 'have' me, perhaps that's what I'll have to
do... Would you like to see me touch myself Jade? No one
has ever seen me do that. Why don't I just take off this
stuffy shirt... Put that stupid thing away!"
In a slick move, a shirt flew into the air, as did Jade's
gas mask; tossed aside like old war relics. Dakota wore
no bra.
"Do you like my braless B-cup boobies? Not as large as
yours, perhaps, but I think they'd do in a pinch! Look at
the way I thumb the nipples and tease..."
Dakota pawed her wonderful tits like a stripper. She
appeared to be completely overtaken by lust. Jade was
shocked at the sight of her friend stripping before her
eyes. The words she used rang of unrequited lust. Jade
forgot all about her protective mask.
"Does what I have please you even a little? Perhaps you
want to see my wet private place? Yes, that's it... I can
tell by the hunger in your Goddess eyes that you want me
to expose more of myself..."
"These jeans are sooo tight. I better remove them to help
the circulation ... There, that's better. Do you like my
little panties? Look at the wet patch. I made it just for
you! Let's just get this gusset aside, so you can see my
pinkness. Yes, you like what you see, don't you?... You
like looking at me as much as I, at you! Well then, look!
Look until your heart is content; just let me pull these
panties all the way down."
Dakota turned 'round, bent over, then rolled her
underwear slowly down her lovely legs, and off. "There,
that 's so much better. . ." She turned to face the
object of her affections, and smiled wickedly. Jade
swallowed, and looked into the naked pussy not two feet
from her face. There was a tiny vertical strip of dark
fur beginning an inch or so above the plump slit. Below
that, all hair was missing. It was a very manicured, and
well taken care of cunt. Jade had never (until last
night), seen in person, such glorious splendor belonging
to another woman. Pointing at her wet gash with a long
slender finger, Dakota had more to say.
"See how I leak? It happens whenever you are near. You
arouse me like no one else! Please let me have relief...
if I can't have you right now, I must touch myself. You
don't mind, do you, because if I don't cum right now,
I'll wither... and probably die, and you wouldn't want
that?"
Her finger touched her secret place in a lewd pleasure-
seeking manner.
"MMMMM Yessss!!! That's the ticket! Don't worry, I won't
be long. You've gotten me so wound up, I'm half way there
already. I've never touched my pussy for anyone like
this; the feeling it gives me is so erotic! Just keep
watching me finger my tight pussy! And yes, it is a VERY
tight Virgin pussy! ... I'm about to cum for you love."
Dakota furiously fingered herself for all she was worth.
One hand reached out to stroke Jade's hair, then face.
The sloshing sounds of 'fingers-in-puss' could clearly be
heard. The gas mask, long forgotten, lay on the floor
with the haphazard pile of clothing. Jade breathed
deeply. Her own libido was akin to ignited napalm, and
she was losing control of the experiment as well as her
own body. Dakota had been a forbidden fantasy for years,
and now she was completely nude in front of her, sweating
and leaking cum, about to blow a gasket!
Jade squeezed her thighs together to relieve the
pressure, but it only added to the pleasure. Dakota
closed her lovely dark eyes, and seemed to be miles away.
Momentarily her breathing stopped; shortly followed by a
rampaging set of unavoidable multiple orgasms. Jade
inhaled the musky scent of wet pussy, mixed with the
sweet smell of the drugs. Her friend was cumming just for
her!
"AAAAAAAHHHHMMM!" The damn orgasm went on forever! Dakota
finally collapsed limply, right on top of her friend.
Jade surmised that Dakota was probably way over her
maximum heart rate. The body she clutched with her strong
arms was hot and sweaty. Jade held on tightly, looking
into the enraptured face. Dakota's eyes were closed, and
there was a radiant smile on her exotic face.
Then she suddenly spoke: "Thank you for allowing me the
privilege of masturbating nude in front of my favorite
girl." And with that, Dakota fell asleep in Jade's
embrace, her own heart rate being put to the test. That
was unbelievable! Never had anything like that happened
to her before, at least not before she wielded a 'Burning
Bush' product! She stroked her friend's smooth dark skin,
unimpeded by pesky clothing. Her hands bravely traveled
where only minutes before, they never would have dreamed
of going.
Dr. Jennifer Smith tightly clutched Jenna's tiny plaid
skirt in her hands; Jenna having finally given it up,
after much protesting. She was now standing next to the
recliner, with Dr. 'J' seated in a chair before her. All
she had on was her sheer pink lingerie, the shoes, and
pink socks. She blushed a deep crimson, on her chest as
well as face. The good doctor took in the incredible view
with glee. Seldom was seen a prettier sight. Dr. 'J'
considered how lucky she was in her selection of
employment. Nothing gave her more pleasure, than looking
at a primo example of the fairer sex. Jenna certainly
qualified, and there was yet more to discover.
"So then, how did the videotape I gave you make you feel?
You did watch it didn't you?"
"Yes I watched it. I was very embarrassed by it. It was
all so graphic, Jennifer. I didn't know what to feel."
"Did it feel good in a naughty way?"
"Yes."
"Did it make you warm and happy here?" The doctor stood
up, and smilingly ran her long-nailed fingertips over
Jenna's panty-clad mound, a few inches above where the
slit should be. Jenna's body shuddered, almost causing
her to collapse; she didn't, but was too shocked to say
anything in response to the invasion. Dr. 'J' seemed to
like being in control, and keeping her prey off guard.
Jennifer then went on to explain, in a clinical manner,
how the female body reacts to sexual stimulation. All
about the changes in nipple size, sensitivity, and
lubrication of the vaginal area.
Jenna had to shift her weight a lot, as her body was
overheating from the sexy talk and the virtual nudity she
was (uncustomarily) having to endure. Jennifer further
explained some of what she was yet going to do to this
poor child in the name of science and health education.
It did not look well for Jenna.
"First on our agenda is a thorough breast exam. How does
that sound?"
"Oh Dr. 'J', I don't think I can do this!" Jenna broke
down crying. She was just too frightened of this whole
nudity business. Jennifer wondered where she picked up
such painfully puritanical behavior; certainly not from
her mother. She threw her arms around the teenager in a
comforting gesture. That seemed to help. The doctor
caressed the blonde's hair, and held her close with her
other arm. Jenna was a shade taller, and the sight of the
two of them embracing was very hot. Jennifer liked
feeling the warm, soft, firm flesh of her kin.
The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of the
doorbell. They could hear Astrid yell that she'd handle
it. The door to the den was not fully closed, and Dr.
Jennifer had a view of the front door from her vantage
point. Jenna's back was to the door, so she could not see
as Astrid opened the door and talked to the young girl
there. Dr. 'J' broke their warm embrace and turned on a
nearby boom box; spinning a soothing Clannad CD for
cover.
"Hi, can I help you?" Astrid was staring down at a
gorgeous redhead, maybe 17 years old. She was about 5'4"
and possessed unusual hazel eyes. Her figure was on the
curvy side, with breasts much too large for her frame and
age. Although her bubbly nature and friendly curiosity
were disarming, her clothes were conservative and
uninspired.
"Yes, my name is Crystal Waters, and I'm canvassing the
area on behalf of 'Kingdom Hall'. I'm with the
'Witnesses'. Our church is in Durango, and I'm looking to
drop off a couple of these magazines in the hopes you may
be interested in attending our services and joining our
tight little group of god-fearin' folk." Astrid was
always polite to everyone, and extended her standard
courtesy to the pleasant teenager.
"Why don't you come in; you'll be more comfortable
inside. Can I get you a lemonade or something?"
"Thank you very much. Lemonade would really hit the spot.
I've been walking for an hour, and I'm absolutely
parched!"
"No problem Crystal. My name is Astrid Parker. Just call
me Astrid. Why don't you just relax here while I get your
drink, then you can give me your sales 'pitch'."
Crystal smiled a nice toothy smile. She was glad this
pretty lady was treating her so respectfully. Some people
were impatient, and others downright rude. She was
beginning to feel comfortable here already, although she
would disagree that offering salvation was any kind of
'pitch'. Just minutes ago in this house, Crystal had
noticed (through a back window), a gorgeous woman
undressing as she was cutting through the yards to save a
little time. She was shocked by that sight, but could not
look away. As Crystal watched Astrid saunter away to get
some lemonade; she reasoned this had not been the woman
she saw changing a few minutes ago. Astrid was even
prettier, although it was quite a thrill for Crystal when
she saw that brown haired beauty changing in the window.
Her religious upbringing was controlled and inflexible.
Usually she didn't even get to canvass the streets on her
own. Most of the time, the whole family tagged along. She
was glad she was by herself this time. She did not know
why the sight of a naked woman had excited her so. She
was often 'drilled' by her family to stay away from boys;
but this was a girl she'd seen. Surely that was not as
sinful, as seeing a naked man would have been. She felt a
little dirty for having gotten a pleasant feeling down
by...well, her pee-hole.
She stood in the foyer, marveling at the uniqueness and
sturdiness of the log construction. Then she heard the
sound of music, and looked for its' source. What Crystal
saw was absolutely scandalous! Her eyes finally managed
to focus on a scene just past the slightly open door of
the next room. It was the woman she had seen undressing;
only she was now wearing a short nurse's uniform. What
was even more disturbing, was the young girl standing
before her in just her underwear, with her back to
Crystal.
The poor door-to-door girl adjusted her position for the
best possible view, and then tried to be very still, so
as not to distract the two from whatever they were in the
middle of. The nurse woman was whispering sweet nothings
into the young semi-naked girl's ear. Soothing music
masked the details of what was actually being said. One
of the Nurse's hands was stroking the young tall girl's
long blonde hair, and the other was running up and down
the girls back. Obviously the teenager was being
comforted, since an occasional sob could be heard.
Crystal could not fathom why she was drawn to look upon
these two gorgeous creatures in their private moment. And
what was that wonderful perfume she was beginning to
notice?
"Don't worry Jenna. I'll help you get through this
embarrassing moment. You need to let me help you. This
exam is for your own good, you know. Will you let me help
you?" Jenna's sobs subsided for now, and she smiled at
Jennifer, indicating a certain level of trust was
accorded.
"Good girl! I promise I won't bite, unless you want me
to! Now then, if you saw my videotape, you must have
noticed how we do things. Why don't you hop up on this
scale young lady, and I'll first get your stats. You're
doin' fine! Okay, that's 107 pounds. Now we pull this
thing out to get your height, so slip off your shoes for
a minute. That's good. Okay, almost 68 inches in height.
You can put your shoes back on. Your cup size looks like
a B or B+. Let me put this tape measure around your bust
to get the measurement. Oops, sorry about that. Let's try
again. Don't mind my clumsy, cold fingers. Looks like
almost 36 inches. Nice. Very nice. Your back is very
athletic, you know. There is a nice vee shape to it. You
are such a hottie young lady!"
Jenna was blushing again, from all the attention and
inadvertent contact with her hypersensitive skin. A
professional rhythm to the examination had been
established now, and Jenna hoped it would all soon be
over. She thought she saw the doctor staring at her in an
unusual way, when she bent down to take her shoes off for
the scale. But, with those dark mirrored sunglasses
blocking the doctor's eyes, it was hard to tell where her
attention was for sure. Of course Jennifer didn't miss a
single visual morsel, and she also kept a spare eye on
the young thing watching them from the foyer. That girl
seemed enraptured with events as they were unfolding.
Jennifer was the touchy-feely type. At least she was with
pretty women. Jenna got plenty of Jennifer's attention
this fine Sunday morning. She almost got used to the
hands touching her constantly under the guise of
professional interest. Jennifer could smell the
youngster's perfume, and saw the extra makeup on the
girl; something the tomboy usually avoided. But this line
of cosmetics and perfumes was different. Once you
experienced some, you never wanted to be without.
Jennifer herself hardly slept in anticipation of trying
on some more of the products. They left your skin feeling
so alive, that it sometimes tingled. Somehow their
complex chemistries blended with each individual's own
scent, and thus created a unique new and enticing
fragrance.
"Since you are so nervous still, and we haven't even
gotten to the breast exam yet, I'm going to help get the
ball rolling! I'm going to show you what you'll need to
do every month. And I'm going to show you on my own
breasts, so that it is less embarrassing for you. Perhaps
that will make you more comfortable. How does that
sound?" Jennifer stepped back from her young charge, and
pulled down on the zipper of her uniform, not really
waiting for the verbal response.
Jenna absolutely did not want her eyes to follow the
zipper downward. But it was no use. She HAD to see this.
Jennifer knew what she was doing. She teased the shit out
of the horny teen, going very slowly, as a 'professional'
(read prostitute) might. Both teens were now riveted to
the south-traveling zipper, as it revealed a bra-encased
pair of (huge) 'Golden Bozos'.
Crystal recognized the red bra she had seen the woman put
on through the window. As more of it showed, one could
tell it was the lacy kind that only lifted and supported
a tit, without hiding much of the breast flesh; not that
Jennifer's tits needed lifting yet. For a 'DD' they sure
seemed like they were carved of stone. Crystal was never
allowed to wear such (nice) things because of their
possibility of attracting 'undue' attention. Her own
breasts needed support, but she had to make due with
those plain bras that looked like potato sacks with
straps.
Dr. 'J' used both hands to open the front of her uniform
for all to see. The red bra was fully visible to both
pairs of eyes now. Judging by the stares, she had their
undivided attention! But she did not stop there. It was
time to turn things up a notch, and take her teasing to a
lower level. Very slowly, she took hold of the flimsy red
fabric and lowered it so that the goods were fully
revealed, and the cat was out of the bag! Two distinct
'ooohs' followed from the peanut gallery.
Dr. 'J's' tits were fully visible. She was no 'Plain
Jane'. We are talking heavy-duty double dee-licious!
There was just the right amount of bob to the pair, as
she adjusted her position so that everyone had a clearer
view. This type of bra allowed one to lower the cup
fabric without completely removing the supporting
garment.
Jenna was too overwhelmed to deal with her 'eye
discipline', so she just continued staring. Crystal
figured it was safe for her to look from the foyer. Jenn
knew the doctor's hooters were even 'huger' than her
momma's. Dr. 'J's' areolae covered a lot of territory on
each tit. The nipples were soon turgid. The pair of firm
boobies looked more like some NASA project near launch.
Jenna envied their perfection, and subconsciously wished
for such a similar fate. Didn't her mother tell her
recently to not worry, and that her breasts would surely
grow to mammoth proportions? Jenna hoped so.
Jennifer began to speak about techniques of breast self
examination. She explained how and where to press, pull,
rotate, tweak, and cup. Jenna hardly heard a word. The
doctor did all these things to her own breasts, as she
explained the methods and reasoning behind the necessary,
preventative, and repetitive task.
All the two young ladies remembered were huge hooters
being lovingly teased in front of their innocent eyes. It
was difficult to breathe. Jennifer began to dance to the
music, slowly and sensuously, still manipulating her
goods. At this point, it looked more like a lap dance
than a health instruction class. Crystal was very happy
she picked this house. Where the hell was that lemonade!
She was sooo thirsty now. Perhaps if she touched one of
her own good sized breasts, she would get some relief.
She reckoned she would hear Astrid coming back with her
drink, because of the hardwood floors, so perhaps one
hand on her tit and the other in her skirt could be
safely accomplished. This made the show in the other room
even better! Crystal approached the open doorway, for the
best possible view to the action inside the den.
Astrid had (for some reason) removed her shoes, and was
not heard or seen as she returned with the youngster's
drink. She saw the teen hunched in the doorway to the
den. And what were her hands doing ... and why? She came
up behind the unsuspecting teen. Sure enough, she was
touching her body sexually! Why did that not surprise
Astrid today? That's when she saw what was happening in
the other room.
'Holy crap!'; her mind sputtered at the sight. Her cousin
was dancing topless, touching her (very large and firm)
cans right in front of Astrid's young teen daughter, who
was standing clad only in unusually sexy underclothes!
Was this her cousin's idea of 'education'? And this
Crystal girl ... so young, and with apparently no control
over her own libido. The scene in the other room was
turning Crystal on apparently. Astrid tried to organize
her rapid-fire thoughts, but the need to see, was too
great. She stood only inches behind the door-to-door
bible girl, inhaling her arousal. Crystal too, had
noticed a new stronger yet familiar smell of the exotic
perfume, coming from...
"OH! Mrs. Parker ... How long have you been standing
there? I was just ... err, looking around ... You didn't
see anything ... did you? I mean you didn't see me ...
you know, touching myself??" Crystal was embarrassed, and
upset, but only passively so. As she looked upon the
perfect blonde face of angelic Astrid, she knew that she
had been caught, and yet Astrid's expression said that it
was okay. Her parents surely would have freaked, had they
been the ones to catch her.
Once they almost did catch her. She could not help it.
She had been touching herself (just like she had been
moments ago) and they walked into her bedroom without
warning. They didn't actually see anything that night,
but her reaction made them suspect, and she soon got a
stern talking to. All about death, the devil, eternal
suffering and damnation. She wondered what all that
'darkness' had to do with her discovering a physical
pleasure center. She had not had the courage to continue
where she left off; until today. Looking into Astrid's
understanding eyes made all that guilt disappear (at
least for the moment), even though no words were uttered.
And that wonderful perfume she was inhaling really
tickled her fancy.
Astrid put her hand behind the young girls head and
brought her face toward her, staring into her shining
hazel eyes. With her other hand, she brought the lemonade
to the girl's lips. "Drink, honey. Obey your thirst. It's
nice and cool and sweet. Drink!" Crystal brought both
hands to the cool glass, and gulped. Astrid smelled the
smell of young pussy on one of the hands, and could not
help but smile. Crystal's eyes were wide as she wolfed
down the sweet refreshing beverage, making inappropriate
slurping noises. There was a hint of lime in with the
lemonade.
Astrid stroked the girl's hair as she drank. There was a
certain rhythm to Astrid's touch, as though they were all
participants in some hypnotic ballet. Astrid felt love
towards this strange new girl, if that were already
possible. She tightened the sash on her robe, as Crystal
emptied the last few drops from the glass, and
uncharacteristically burped to release the excess air she
had swallowed. She apologized, but saw it was
unnecessary. The dream had them both now, and the current
was taking them downstream.
"Astrid, I need your help in here ... and bring your new
friend with you!" Dr. 'J' barked the order in such a way,
that one would not think to question it. Astrid knew what
she had seen transpire in the den moments ago was over
the line. Crystal knew it too, but they both obeyed, and
soon were standing in the kill zone. Jennifer was
virtually topless. Jenna was only in her lingerie. Both
Astrid and Crystal stared at the two, finally settling on
the doctor. Their subconscious 'female' leanings gained
momentum, and took control of their visual organs. The
different chemical odours made the room smell like a
tropical rain forest in bloom. Yet underneath the various
wonderful commercial smells, there was a gaining
undercurrent of wet pussy.
"Astrid dear, I'm in the middle of my exam, and I'm going
to need your help. As you know, young Jenna here is a bit
shy, and I am doing everything I can to make her more
comfortable so we can get through her first time at it.
Would you and your new friend like to help us here ... it
could be fun!?"
"Dr. J, this is Crystal Waters." Astrid introduced the
teenager who curtsied to cousin Jennifer. How cute. She
certainly was a polite little thing, although her clothes
were frumpy and unflattering. However, you could tell
that her blazer was hiding something industrial-strength
underneath.
"What a lovely name! So what's happening Crystal? You
live around here?"
"I'm just passing out some religious literature. I live
on the outskirts of Durango. My family dropped me off,
and they are canvassing from the other side of the
neighborhood. This is my first time doing this by myself.
Daddy said we could cover more ground by splitting up for
a change. My little sister and mom are with him."
"Well, we're certainly glad you stopped by here!"
Jennifer was still talking as though she wasn't topless.
Everyone mostly stared at her exposed tits as she spoke.
She did not seem shy about the matter, nor did she seem
bothered by the attention. And with a rack like hers,
there was little point in shyness. The cool air made her
nipples erect and they looked like hat-rack pegs.
"Why don't we all get acquainted. I'm Dr. Jennifer Smith,
gynecologist, and you've already met Astrid; our lovely
homeowner and my cousin. This beautiful young girl is
Jenna, Astrid's youngest daughter. I was about to give
her a lesson about reproduction and perform her first
'female' exam; something a girl must learn do often!"
Crystal shook Jenna's hand as they were introduced,
reluctantly breaking eye contact with the doctor's
breasts. This was all so very strange to her, but
everyone smelled so wonderful, it made her head light.
Jenna was the prettiest teenage blonde that Crystal had
ever laid eyes on. Her hair shone like polished gold, and
her eyes were deep blue pools that invited you to swim in
them. To Crystal, Jenna seemed a little recalcitrant.
"Hello Jenna, I'm so pleased to meet you. I was very
nervous about spending the morning by myself, but now
that I've met your wonderful family, I'm very excited.
You all smell so wonderful. Is it perfume?"
Jenna was excited to be the first to show her a bottle of
the popular topicals. On the nearby coffee table, was an
entire basket full of the 'Burning Bush' products. Jenna
had momentarily forgotten that she was only in the
skimpiest of underwear, as the two strode over to examine
the 'evil' clutch. Both of them were talking excitedly,
and holding hands. Fast friends indeed.
Astrid approached Jennifer and took the opportunity to
bring up her concerns about the doctor's apparent
toplessness! She was staring at those magnificently firm
double D's, as she tried to sound concerned about the
mixed company. Jennifer listened intently to all of
Astrid's reservations, after which she kissed her cousin
on the lips with passion. This had been building since
the phone call on Friday. Jennifer really got into it. It
was lush lip against lush lip, followed by a
serendipitous 'tongue tornado'.
It was all Astrid could do to resist. Her chemically
weakened state allowed the impassioned assault to find
its mark quickly. After all, Astrid had fantasized about
her cousin countless times. And now they were kissing on
the lips with passionate abandon. Astrid's eyes had begun
to glaze over, and her normally upright behavior was in
shambles. Jennifer was a good kisser. Astrid loved the
loud lipsmacking, and hungry groping she was finally
receiving from her older cousin.
The two youngsters were lost in their exploration of the
cosmetics and toiletries. They did not see the dam burst.
It was a good thing really. That much animal passion
would frighten them. Alas, Astrid's guilt got the better
of her, and she broke from her cousin's embrace. The
realization of their activity in front of two minors
forced her to attempt a time out.
"Please Jennifer, the girls might see. We can't do this
in front of the children!"
"You must never question your doctor. I must impress upon
them the serious nature of preventative physicals,
including proper and regular self examinations."
"I ... think I have laundry to do. I'll just come back
when you're all fin..."
"Oh no you don't! You're not getting off this easy. These
are shy inexperienced girls, and we as adults, must make
the experience comfortable for them. It would be best to
have an adult or parent present during the exam!"
"What do you mean by 'making the experience comfortable
for THEM'? Surely you aren't thinking what I think you're
thinking!?!"
The smile that Jennifer returned was indeed wicked, and
filled with unbridled lust. Astrid couldn't believe that
her cousin planned to examine both sets of 'private
parts' belonging to very young teen girls; one of them
her own! And Crystal was a stranger. What if she told her
parents? They could all end up in 'Sing-Sing'; or they
might reopen Alcatraz for them!
Certainly, the smells were intoxicating, and that thought
helped make Astrid believe that everything would work
out. The sheer pleasure of the addictive aromas was
enough to release mass quantities of endorphins in the
brain, toppling inhibitions even more effectively than
alcohol. In effect, who cared about the consequences!
"Why don't you just let me orchestrate this exercise. I
promise it won't cripple anyone. You may even enjoy it,
if you relax a little. Now then, first things first ... I
need that robe of yours to find something else to do. We
must make the girls feel like they're in a safe
environment. I'm already topless, and now you must join
my little game. You promised you'd help me bring Jenna up
to speed in matters of the flesh!"
"But I'm not wearing anything under this robe, silly! If
I took it off, I'd be completely naked!"
"Astrid, dear, I've seen you naked a few times ...
believe me it is a crime that you wear clothing, not the
other way around!"
Compliment aside, Astrid was unconvinced about the
proposed new direction for the examination. However,
Jennifer smelled so good, and she was quite persuasive
and persistent. Admirable qualities if you were the goal
oriented type. Astrid felt disarmed by her cousin's
confidence and pleasant demeanor. She hardly noticed that
her robe had skillfully been shorn from her voluptuous
body as she considered the idea. Only the look on
Jennifer's face brought her back into the fold of
reality. It was a look of awe. Her cousin's eyes traveled
all the way down her now completely nude body, then back
up; pausing in the obvious locations.
"Oh my Gawd, Astrid... you are more beautiful than I
remembered! I've never seen a body like yours! You are
perfection personified! You missed your calling as a
supermodel."
Jennifer meant every word. It was hard to speak in the
presence of such a rapturous creation. Astrid's tits
stood high and firm for a woman of fortyish years. Their
eagerness almost defied gravity. Astrid's movements
caused them not a stir! They didn't move at all! One
might suspect they were man made, if they didn't know
better. And how could a woman that bore two tall kids,
have the abdominals of a gym-rat? Or legs that were
perfectly proportioned, and toned beyond reason?
Finally, a genuine light blonde pussy, swollen, wet, and
so well made, one might suspect it was computer designed
by a team of horny engineers. Astrid had mixed feelings
about being displayed, but the look in her cousin's eyes
was of genuine worship. In fact, Jennifer, even though
she was a professional and had examined hundreds of
female bodies; could hardly stand up now. Her legs were
turning to gelatin, and her pussy could not contain
itself. However, the show had to go on. There were other
young bodies to explore and subtly fondle.
"Okay class, I think we need to resume where we left off.
Ladies... front and center please." Jennifer tried to use
her most authoritative voice.
Jenna was just showing Crystal her favorite scent, when
their rapport was so rudely interrupted. When they looked
in the direction they had last left the two adults, they
found that one of them was still topless, while the other
was now COMPLETELY sans clothing!!!
Talk about an attention getter! Even Jenna could not
believe her eyes. She was now seeing her mother nude,
once again. This time she was determined to concentrate
on getting the sight memorized. Their last encounter in
the bathroom was all too brief, and her memory of the
spectacular body was partial, due to her nervousness at
the time. She hardly noticed that she just emptied the
whole bottle of perfume; first on Crystal's wrist, and
then on the front of Crystal's skirt and blouse. Like
moths to a flame, the pair were drawn to Astrid and
Jennifer.
"Gather 'round please, ladies. Now Astrid here has been
kind enough to help us with an anatomy lesson. As you can
see, she is completely nude for you girls, and I am eager
to show you everything she has; in the interest of
science. You are both so very lucky, that standing before
us this morning, is one of the most perfect female bodies
I've ever laid eyes on. I see a lot of ladies in my
practice, but few can hold a candle to Astrid here."
The room was suddenly cold, and Astrid's nips began their
outward thrust. Parker family nipples tended to be of
obscene length. Already, they were at an inch long, and
not finished journeying outward. Astrid was very
embarrassed about being so naked and displayed like
some... 'thing'.
The fact that her nearly nude fifteen year old daughter
was standing three feet from her, didn't help any. Then
there was this strange sixteen year old religious girl;
what might she perceive of all of this? If there was a
'loose cannon' in the bunch, it was her. Astrid could
barely muster any eye contact with anyone, but she was
trying to work up to that. A brief glance now and then,
was enough to confirm her utter nakedness. Everyone
stared at her, and their eyes traveled unhindered to all
her forbidden places. The only consolation was that her
cousin was a professional; she knew what she was doing
(plus at least she was topless).
"Oh my Gosh, Ms. Parker, you are incredibly beautiful!"
That was an unsolicited comment from Crystal, who was
obviously dumbstruck by the vision of loveliness that now
graced her visual cortex. These kinds of things never
happened at Crystal's house. Nudity was always something
to fear there. She never understood that; and now it
seemed to be somehow perfectly acceptable. She was less
disturbed by it than one would have guessed.
Jenna, on the other hand, was dying a thousand deaths for
her mother! Her own little face had turned red, and she
wanted to grab the discarded robe, and whisk her mother
away from this uncomfortable situation. Clearly Jennifer
was only using her mother to make the exam go easier for
Jenna. Now she had to feel guilty for it. She wanted to
just hug her mom, and tell her it was okay, and stroke
her slightly curly, long blonde hair. But she couldn't
move from her spot. She was so scared where this was
going.
Jennifer stood back and admired her handiwork. It took
concentration, for the doctor to avoid touching her own
erect nipples. They just begged for attention! Jennifer's
nipples were long; almost as long as Astrid's. Her
areolae were twice the diameter of the statuesque
blonde's, and more brown in color. Unconsciously, the
good doctor lost that battle, and patted her breasts,
flicking her nipples once, before shifting this party
into next gear.
"Why don't you sit in the recliner, Astrid. Jenna, you
stand on her right, and Crystal, you can sit next to me.
That's it girls! Can everyone see okay? Now before we
begin the comparison of an adult woman with a teen girl,
let me reiterate how lucky both you girls are in having
such a fine example of womanhood before you!"
"I know what both of you are probably thinking ... you
are experiencing strange physical sensations in your
groins when you look at Astrid's flawless body. Don't
feel guilty for having these feelings when looking at
another girl. Although it is more rare to get these
feelings for someone of the same sex as you; some women
radiate sexuality, and almost everyone can be affected.
Astrid is such a creature. Even I, a doctor and seasoned
professional, am not ashamed to admit, that I feel a
powerful attraction toward our gracious host. Seldom will
you girls see such a wonder, so please don't be shy, get
closer and pay attention. Look how blonde her pussy is,
girls. Who knows if and when we will have another
opportunity to look upon such golden gates of Heaven!"
Crystal pulled her chair closer, making an irritating
screech with the legs. She was almost smiling at the
sight of the reclining and fully nude Astrid. Her own
pussy was radiating immense pleasure for her, and her
parents were not here to put a damper on things. Crystal
had never experienced an orgasm before. She did not know
that the wave she was cresting was surely taking her to a
pleasure palace she had never even imagined, prior to
this fine Sunday morn! She literally had to fight the
urge to touch her throbbing center.
Astrid was working up the courage to look the three in
the eyes. That was better than looking down at her own
nudity. She managed a long look at all three ladies
before Jennifer proceeded. To Astrid's dismay and
pleasure, everyone looked at her with great interest. Her
chest and hip areas seemed to be most popular. She would
normally not have allowed such raw behavior to ever occur
in her home; especially with family. Today she felt so
daring and alive; she could hardly explain it. It was
indeed lovely to be admired!
"Lets take a good long look at Astrid's body, girls.
Notice how taught her body is for a woman that bore
children. See how lustrous her hair still is ... and
notice how vibrant and clear those violet eyes are. True
exotica, girls! See how well developed her breasts are.
Notice the puffy areolas and the stiffening nipples. Is
it chilly in here, or is she just glad we're looking at
them? That my dear ladies, is a truly spectacular set of
breasts. Large, but not droopy. Now look at her vagina...
yes that's it ladies, don't be shy, get close. Have you
ever seen a prettier Mons Veneris!?"
Astrid was not expecting such direct adoration, and it
suddenly made her uncomfortable again. She saw her nudity
reflected in Jennifer's mirrored sunglasses. The kids
seemed impressed enough. Astrid wondered how long she
could keep her fluidic arousal in check. Soon, the
evidence will be all over the black leather recliner.
Jenna was red as a beet, but displacing her shyness with
enthusiasm. The drugs had finally pushed her over the
edge. She was now very interested in seeing more of her
mother's charms. Jenna was so impressed by her mother's
body, that it had the effect of throwing gasoline on her
fire. Her breathing became ragged. Her mother noticed her
daughter's chest heave heavily, and perspiration
beginning to form. Perspiration on her lovely young face,
and even between the bra-restrained titties.
Astrid's eyes followed one of those drops of sweat down.
Down past the valley of the shadow of breasts; down her
runway-flat belly; and finally to be absorbed by the pink
waistband of her sheer panties. It seemed they were
already quite soaked. The slit was now clearly defined
through Jenna's soaked underwear. How Astrid wanted a
close up of that valley she had briefly glimpsed only
days ago!
"Notice girls, how profusely a fully functioning adult
cunt leaks fluid when excited! I think our Astrid is
happy with the attention we're giving her. Does anyone
here have an idea as to why this happens?" Crystal
managed to shake her head in the negative, but Jenna was
frozen to the spot. Was that dribble coming from the side
of her mouth?
"I've been wondering about that!" Added Crystal.
"Sometimes I notice it happens to my own... 'nether
place'. What does it mean Dr. Jennifer?"
"Good question young lady! What we have here is
LUBRICATION; your body's way of preparing and protecting
this area prior to penetration!"
Crystal inhaled sharply. She was uncertain as to what
this 'penetration' could be, but instinctively knew it
was something dirty. Her own quim's current lubrication
was proof of that! She remembered a recent time when she
felt similar, and ended up touching herself, only to be
nearly caught. She was curious, and with the wonderful
feelings in her body, she thought this was as good a time
as any to ask about these forbidden matters. Certainly
her parents would not be so informative.
"What is this 'penetration' you speak of?" Crystal
couldn't resist asking. For a teen so physically
developed, she was truly clueless about body functions
and reproduction. Jennifer was pleased that someone had
asked her a question. It reinforced to her that her
students were indeed interested in her knowledge.
"Yes, that's right Crystal! A very good question. Why
don't I SHOW you what I mean by PENETRATION! Pay
attention girls. I don't do this for just anyone!"
The good doctor began completely undressing, and
explained the physical differences between boys and
girls. They tried so hard to listen to what she was
saying, as her zipper went all the way down, allowing the
white uniform to split open, and fall to the floor.
Yikes! She wore no panties. All three pairs of eyes homed
in between the doctor's legs, devouring her, and eying
the cute line of brown fur that traveled up and away from
her plump slit.
Clearly, her mound was razor-enhanced, but the hairless
labia contrasted nicely with the three inch long, one
inch wide strip that literally pointed to her sex like an
arrow. She was not shy about undressing in front of
everyone. Jennifer unhooked the long forgotten bra, and
tossed it aside.
Still talking with the girls about men's erections and
what they were intended for, Dr. J fished around for
something in her bag. Her breasts swung from the
strenuous effort of rummaging through the voluminous
luggage item; a pleasing effect, no doubt. The girls
noticed a black garter belt around one thigh. Her effort
was soon rewarded, as she pulled out the next item in the
demonstration.
Crystal gasped again. Jenna was too hot to have the
energy to gesticulate in any physical fashion. She did
recognize the object, though. Something similar to what
she had seen her mother use recently. Only this one had
straps. Dr. J made sure the girls were looking with
undivided attention, before she began strapping on the
penile emulator.
On this particular model, about nine inches of the thing
had to be inserted in the wearer's genitalia. It
literally sucked into Jennifer's slushy girl-box, before
the girls even figured out what it was for. She continued
talking without missing a beat, as the flesh-colored
behemoth was snugly secured in and around her fabulous
figure, almost half of it deeply buried. A look in
Astrid's direction revealed that the poor mother had lost
her control and was unconsciously touching the top of her
slit. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Poor sexless
widow!
Jennifer gave the "Intruder" a few male-like masturbatory
tugs, before continuing with the lesson. This produced a
much needed pleasure surge in her own wanton box. The
girls were so focused on the doctor's new hermaphroditic
form, that a fire or an earthquake would probably have
gone unnoticed.
"This is what a boy has. It gets big and stiff when he's
excited. He then wants someplace nice to put it. Say
inside of that reclining blonde. I guess I'll be the
boy..." Jennifer walked like a man, straight for Astrid,
her prick swinging wildly. The girls were bug-eyed at the
depraved sight!
Astrid was too foggy to realize exactly what was
happening. She could only see the doctor's lips moving as
she explained some new fact to the two young students.
The peripheral movement of Jennifer's artificial
'Rondorf' eventually caught her eye. But alas, it was too
late to catch up to what was about to happen. The doctor
explained where, and why, and how; but now it was time to
demonstrate. The girls stood on either side of the
reclining blonde goddess, as Dr. J took the phallus in
hand, aimed and plunged deep into the gaping frothy maw
of Astrid.
"EEEEEeaaahhhhrrrhgg!!" Astrid's impassioned scream broke
her previous acquiescence! She saw her cousin on top of
her, thrusting a maddeningly large fake cock into her
oft' unused storage space. The incessant lubrication made
the assault pain free and quite pleasurable.
"AAAaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The second thrust provided even
more pleasure. This time Jennifer buried the damn thing
to the hilt. A good fifteen inches of prick impaled the
dizzy blonde. "NNNooooo Jennifffffferrrrrrrrr ... you
mustn't do that in front of the girls!!! Ohhhhhhhh, F-U-
C-K ... M-Eeeeee!!!"
"Way ahead of you Blondie!"
Jennifer pumped faster and faster. She was still
occasionally giving the girls a pointer or two. Jenna had
her hands clenched tightly at her crotch, applying
pressure there. Crystal had a hand on her blouse, and the
other at her groin. Jennifer looked like a bucking
bronco, as she furiously pumped away at her long sought
after cousin. Her tits flopped madly, as did Astrid's.
Soon the middle aged mother of two was meeting the
thrusts by raising her slick hips off the chair. Even
Jennifer vocalized her pleasure now, and then gave the
girls some pointers.
"Why don't you get more comfortable Crystal, by removing
some of those stuffy clothes!" The sixteen year old girl
complied as though in trance. Soon she was only in
panties and bra; and the panties were very, very wet.
"And you Jenn ... come by my side!"
It would not be long now. Jennifer was ecstatic that her
plans were working out so easily. Crystal was next to
Astrid, and Jenn stood by the mother-fucking doctor. The
girls were enraptured. Dr. J caressed Astrid's daughter
right in front of the mother. In fact that seemed to make
Astrid even hotter! A deft finger slyly allowed Jenna's
bra to open, and expose those breasts to all present who
cared to look. Jenna's nipples had now extended
obscenely, and her breasts heaved and swelled. She was
oblivious now. Dr. J slipped another insidious finger
into Jenna's waist band, and with a yank, RIPPED it off
her nubile tush!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" All four female bodies entered
explosive coitus. There would be no interruptus here.
Their screams created a heavenly acapella. Dr. J kept
Jenna from collapsing during her orgasm. As she grabbed
the blonde teen, a jet of milk(?) shot the gyno in the
face.
'What the hell?' She noticed Astrid also produce some
breast discharge during her explosive orgasm. Astrid was
relieved that after bearing two children, her discharges
had become less severe. A few seconds later, as Jennifer
was trying to comprehend the unlikelihood of both women
squirting milk during orgasm, a fine mist of a Caribbean
smelling nature sprayed forth from Astrid's lonely,
freshly penetrated cunt. Jennifer and Astrid's orgasms
were of the multiple variety, and they continued their
aftershocks.
Jade sat in her diesel Ford, trying to come to grips with
what just happened with her best friend. After her friend
had expressed her love, and so lewdly masturbated to
orgasm, Jade had left the sleeping nude girl hurriedly
collecting her test-paraphernalia. Her sweatpants had a
large crotch stain on them. She put one of her hands to
her nose. There was a hint of pussy on one of the
fingers. It had accidentally helped put Dakota into her
bed, after her 'display'. She may have accidentally
touched the sleeping Indian girl where she shouldn't
have. Jade hoped the girl would not remember much. The
experiment was at least a partial success. Time would
determine more.
Jade slipped the particular finger into her mouth,
tasting the forbidden juices. The smell and taste of the
fluids from Dakota's young college pussy were nearly
overwhelming. Her other hand wanted to give her own box
some relief. Perhaps she should?
"Knock-Knock-Knock"
Rapping on the truck window almost caused Jade an
infarction. It was Dakota at her window, gesturing for
her to open it! Jade wondered if she was about to be
busted; reluctantly she pushed the switch to open the
window.
"Hey girlfriend, are you coming up, or are you going to
sit in your truck all day?"
"What? ... You mean come up as in 'I haven't been up
yet'?"
"You feelin' all right, Jade? You look a little flushed
... you sounded so mysterious last night. I hardly slept
wondering what you wanted to talk to me about. I was up
early, waiting for you, and I must have dozed off, cuz I
had a really interesting dream with you in it. Aren't you
coming up?"
"Oh really... what was the dream about?"
"Well, err... it was just a crazy dream. You know how
dreams are. Sometimes one can't make heads or tails of
'em."
"Well, look Dakota, something's come up and I have to
leave. We'll hook up tomorrow, if possible. I'm sorry to
have gotten you all hot and bothered... I mean excited,
with my urgent tone last night. I just have to go home
right away, and take care of an urgent matter that's...
uhhh... urgent."
With that she drove off, dust and gravel spinning,
leaving behind an extremely puzzled girl. All Jade could
think about was getting home where it was safe. She
needed someplace to go that was private, where she could
ponder the intense events, and distill her conspiracy
theory. Jade hoped everyone would be 'out' back at the
ranch. She was in no mood for distractions from her
family!
'What has gotten into her lately?' wondered a confused
and strangely horny Dakota, as her best friend sped off
all red faced. The Indian girl made her way back up to
her apartment, and sat down on her bed, feeling strangely
exhausted (considering she had just gotten up from her
nap). What an erotic dream that was. She dreamt she had
been awake, and entertaining Jade.
In her dream, lust overcame her and she tried to force
herself on her friend. A friend that wore latex gloves
and a gas mask! 'How fucked up' thought Dakota. That's
when her foot touched something icky under the bed. It
was a lone latex glove!
Continued in part 8...
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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