Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2003 14:51:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Life of Jane {Jenna}(F/F reluc)[2!_]

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reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, of this story. Copyright (C) 2003.

This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor
females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes,
characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the
entertainment of its readers.

The Life of Jane - Chapter Two - "House for Sale"

The rustic old mansion sat high up on a bluff and overlooked the ocean. The
three-story home was one of the largest homes in York and had been one of
the originals there. No one had lived in it for several years now while the
family argued in probate about its fate.

Real estate agents from around the state drooled over the prospect of
selling this prime piece of real estate in this small beach community. The
lucky winner however, was Margaret.

Margaret had been selling real estate for the better part of 24 years and
she'd made it her career since she graduated college some 22 years
earlier. The wealthy, knowledgeable sales person had gotten that way
because she was aggressive and somewhat pushy. Women called her
"domineering" and men just called her a bitch. But when Margaret wanted
something, she usually got it. Never one to take 'no' for an answer,
Margaret had a keen sense of when to move in "for the kill" or in the real
estate terms: the close. She was good at what she did and she knew it.

It was a beautiful, warm, breezy Saturday morning when Margaret hammered
"Open House" signs at the nearest main intersection in York and all along
the winding street to the mansion. She knew this was the best way to get
traffic into her latest project.

She sniffed at the salty sea air as a slight breeze lapped at her short
dark hair and ruffled the lapel on her snappy business suit. "Mmmmm," she
sighed to herself, "this is going to be a great day. I can already feel
it."

Meanwhile, Jane arose from a pleasant slumber, stretched, showered and got
dressed. Her mom had already left for work, so Jane decided to go for her
usual jog. She loved to jog early in the morning when things were peaceful
and quiet. It gave her lots of time to think as she ambled along her usual
route, which coincidentally took her past the old mansion.

Unbeknownst to Jane was all the attention she used to draw as she
jogged. Men and women all along her route waited patiently to catch a
glimpse of the huge breasted tiny teen as she bounced her way along. It
never occurred to Jane what she must have looked like wearing her small
loose-fitting jogging shorts and tight tank top. Even with a special bra
designed to hold her huge tits firmly in place, they still bounced wildly
side-to-side and up and down when she ran. It was just physics and there
was nothing she could do about it.

As the pavement angled upward, Jane noticed the first of several "Open
House" signs. It wasn't until she saw a couple cars parked in front of the
old deserted mansion that she realized this was the "open house".

Jane had run past this old house dozens of times and often wondered what it
looked like inside. As a kid, Jane remembered what it looked like in its
heyday. Now, however, ivy vines and dead vegetation along the pathway to
the front door gave the old place an almost spooky appearance, even for
broad daylight.

Jane cruised to a stop in front of the gate leading to the front door and
decided that this may be her only opportunity to see the inside. She
cautiously walked along the broken walkway toward the front door, which was
framed by two huge pillars that supported the roof three floors above.

A little unnerved about "just walking in", Jane opted to stroll around the
large porch and peer in through the windows first. Through the dirty glass
Jane saw two different couples strolling and chatting as they made their
way. This made Jane feel safe so she pushed open the tall, heavy front door
and walked in.

"Hello there," boomed a confident female voice from a side room.

Startled, Jane froze until she located the voice. A tall full figured woman
approached with her right hand extended.

"Welcome to Smithe Mansion. I'm Margaret, the real estate agent for this
home. Please feel free to stroll around and check the place out. Here's a
map, in case you get lost," she said with a snicker and a wink.

"Oh, well, thank you. I will. I'm Jane, by the way," politely responded the
teen as she shook the woman's hand and took the map. Jane turned and headed
down the hallway.

It was all Margaret could do to look the fresh-faced teen in the eye and
not at her huge melons. The girl was so much shorter than she, but her tits
were mammoth by comparison to her own. A twinge of jealousy caused Margaret
to clench her teeth momentarily, but when the thought of what those tits
must look and feel like entered her mind, she almost drooled.

Suddenly the 'open house' took second place on Margaret's priority
list. She rummaged through her bag until she found the "Back in an Hour"
sign, which she hung on the front door. She quickly answered the two
remaining couples questions and hurried them out the door, which she
promptly locked behind them.

Now she headed off to locate Jane. Margaret's heart began to pound and her
ears rang. She felt like a jungle hunter in search of his prey. Quietly she
made her way down a long hallway. At each room, she made a quick visual
check in search of the big-breasted Jane.

"Ahhh, there she is," purred Margaret. "Hello again. What do you think?"
asked Margaret as an icebreaker.

"Oh!" jumped Jane at the sound of the voice behind her. "It's lovely," she
said as she recovered from her scare.

"Everyone else has left for the time being. Let me take you on a quick
tour." Margaret was a master at directing a conversation and staying away
from 'yes / no' questions, which were always conversation enders.

Deliberately, Margaret led Jane throughout the house. Margaret had spent a
lot of time on the history of this old place and she knew that once she got
to the far corner in the back where the house overlooked the ocean,
crashing waves and whistling wind would muffle nearly any sound from
within.

She pushed open two huge double doors that led to the study. Huge glass
windows along the back wall gave an unobstructed view of the beautiful
ocean skyline that lapped rhythmically against the rocky bluff below.

"Oh my," gasped Jane at its beauty.

"So what do you think?"

"It's gorgeous," gasped Jane as she slowly approached the huge window to
soak in the whole scene.

"A million five is all they're asking," Margaret said as she decided to put
her plan in action. "So when would you like to sign?"

Jane chuckled at the question. "Oh, I couldn't afford this place, neither
could my mom."

Margaret scowled, "Then what are you doing here?"

Taken aback by the harshness of the question, Jane mumbled, "I just wanted
to see the inside."

Margaret pressed forward with her line of questioning. She was determined
to get Jane so flustered that she'd do anything to get out. "Well, I don't
know if you know that I followed you for quite a while before I talked to
you. I've seen your type before."

"W-what do you mean?" blushed Jane, not sure what the woman meant.

"Teenagers, that's what. You come into an open house and see what you can
find to steal," grumbled Margaret.

Jane's face paled and her mouth dropped open. She was appalled at the idea
of being accused of stealing, but she sympathized with the woman's
observation.

"Too many times have I seen teenagers, especially girl teenagers, come into
a home and steal whatever they could find," Margaret began, "and you look
just like the type, too. You've got the innocent face, the "I wouldn't ever
do anything like that" demeanor", she mocked. "Yeah, I've seen girls like
you a hundred times. So what'd you steal, girlie?"

Jane didn't know what to say. Inside this gorgeous room, she was being
accused of stealing. It didn't make sense and she wanted to leave. But even
more than that, she wanted to insure this woman KNEW she didn't take
anything. Jane's mind clouded with different ways she could prove her
innocence, but nothing she thought of made sense.

"Come here girl," ordered Margaret, sensing the young teen was putty in her
hands. "Let's check you out to see what you're hiding."

"I'm not hiding anything," Jane said as she instinctively covered her
breasts with her arms.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you covering yourself like that?" Margaret growled.

She knew she was in total control of the situation. Margaret knew the young
teen was scared out of her mind and she could do pretty much whatever she
wanted. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, Margaret noticed four young
teenage girls on the bluff below. They were all looking up into the study
and Margaret thought her opportunity was blown. But when the girls began
pointing toward she and Jane and giggling as they each found a place on a
rock along the bluff, she recanted her earlier fear.

"Do you know those girls down there?" Margaret pointed out the window.

Jane turned and looked down along the rocky bluff. There sat her cousin and
three friends. Jane felt relief and admitted she knew them.

"So, you brought some accomplices along, eh?"

"No, that's not what I meant," pleaded Jane.

Margaret sensed the girls weren't really Jane's "friends" as she tried to
lead her to believe. The way they all sat along the bluff and stared in at
them led Margaret to believe they were more interested in witnessing a
"show" than "saving a friend". It was risky, but Margaret trusted her
instincts and proceeded.

"Well, I guess I'd better make an example out of you so that your little
friends won't get any ideas later. What do you think about that?"

"No, please, I didn't do anything. Honest," Jane begged. Jane's heart was
racing. She didn't know what she could do to convince this woman she hadn't
stolen anything.

"I bet you've got something hidden down here, haven't you?" Margaret said
as she pointed at Jane's cleavage.

"NO!" insisted Jane as she squeezed her arms tighter.

"Then prove it you little thief! Take off your shirt and prove it!"
Margaret ordered. She was barely able to contain herself. She knew that if
she could get this teen to "willingly" take off her shirt while those other
girls watched, then even if they were "her friends" then future acts would
look consensual.

Jane was scared. She didn't understand why her cousin and her friends were
just sitting out there and not coming inside. She didn't understand how she
had gotten herself into this situation at all. She didn't understand why
this woman insisted she was a thief. None of it made sense, except that the
only way she knew to prove her innocence was to do EXACTLY what the woman
wanted. Reluctantly, Jane crossed her arms and grabbed opposite sides of
her tank top and peeled the top skyward.

Margaret was mesmorized by the enormity of Jane's tits. But the special
running bra was totally impeding her view and it just had to go. Flicking
her extended finger at the bra she said, "That too."

"Please," Jane pleaded, "I'm not hiding anything."

"Sure," scoffed Margaret, "and you expect me to believe that that's ALL you
in there? Yeah right. Get it off and let me check inside those cups."

Jane was beet red. Deep down she knew the woman was right. She didn't know
ANYONE else who had tits as big as hers and she understood the woman's
disbelief. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. With one more
pleading look up at the taller, more domineering woman, Jane pulled her bra
off.

Margaret's pussy gushed. Her hands felt like huge blocks of ice. She wanted
to dive in face first and suck those giant nipples.

Seeing this tiny teen standing in front of her with her bra hanging from
one hand and shamefully looking down at the ground, Margaret seized the
moment, "Those aren't real, are they?"

Jane could only nod.

"No way," Margaret baited the young teen. "Let me feel."

With both hands Margaret reached out and grabbed Jane's tits. Her cold
nervous fingers crushed into the soft fleshy mounds causing Jane to shudder
and flinch. In the palm of her hand, Margaret could feel Jane's nipples
harden. So long as the girl would just stand there, Margaret would continue
to knead those tits.

Even Margaret was shocked at the way Jane just stood there. She watched as
the teen only turned her face to the side and pulled her shoulders back as
she squeezed and pressed her tits. Margaret was getting wetter by the
second. She glanced outside to make sure the younger teens were still
watching and they were.

Margaret decided it was time for a little humiliation to go along with her
fondling. She was really pushing the envelope with this girl, but she
reasoned that as long as she was going along with whatever she said then
she just had to take advantage.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Margaret growled at the passive
teenager. With both hands she cupped the outsides of Jane's tits and pushed
them together and lifted. "You should be ashamed at trying to steal," she
said as she released Jane's tits and watched them bounce into position
again.

Jane was trying to contain her sudden arousal. The woman's manipulation of
her breasts was sending weird signals into her loin and she didn't
understand it. All she wanted was for it to stop. She felt ashamed, yet
strangely excited.

Margaret took Jane's silence as some sort of secret admission to her guilt,
so she decided to punish the girl. "So why did you come here? What did you
want to steal?" she said as she slapped Jane's huge tit.

Jane winced, but didn't know what to say. She had no intention of stealing
anything.

"Come on girl," Margaret asked again as she firmly pinched both Jane's
nipples. "Tell me."

Margaret stretched Jane's thick nipples until she saw the girls face
wrinkle. She cupped and hefted each tit several times as if testing their
weight. Then she abruptly slapped up on the underside of each mammoth
breast. "Come on girl. What are here trying to steal?"

Jane stood in shocked silence. Each time the woman terrorized a tit, she
felt a sudden surge of moisture seep from her pussy. She didn't understand
what was happening or why. She just stood there with her arms hanging to
her sides and took it.

Margaret was just getting started. "Not talking, eh?" she sneered at Jane's
reluctance to talk. With both hands she cupped one of Jane's huge tits and
she leaned down and gently bit the nipple. Her teeth firmly seated around
Jane's nipple, Margaret looked up into the girls eyes and gritted, "Talk
you little thief. TALK!"

Jane just twisted her face farther to the side. The woman's warm lips on
her aureole sent shivers up her spine. The pressure on her nipple only
caused it to harden a bit more and make it stretch its already tight
confines.

Margaret felt Jane's nipple grow in her mouth. "My God," she thought to
herself, "this little slut actually likes this treatment." With that
realization Margaret sucked down hard on Jane's erect nipple. Holding her
huge breast took two hands, but Margaret managed to keep a firm grasp on
the huge, heavy mammary. Feeling the girls bumpy, rubbery nipple thrust in
and out of her mouth with each firm suckle, sent Margaret into another
world. Never before had she been able to conduct such humiliation on
another person and IN FRONT OF OTHERS like she was doing now. It was
INCREDIBLE!

The woman's suckling caused Jane to tense. Her whole body stiffened and
without realizing it, Jane arched her back and drew her shoulders back. She
bit her lower lip to keep from crying out and squeezed her eyes shut.

Alternately, Margaret went from tit-to-tit, sucking each one with vigor and
voracity. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the young teen girls were
enthralled with her actions. She stopped her attack on the teen's breasts
momentarily. She stood erect and grabbed the young girl by the shoulders
and pushed her against the window.

>From outside, Jane's tits looked like two huge pancakes and delighted the
teens below.

The coldness of the glass caused Jane to gasp and attempt to pull away, but
the woman's hand, pressed firmly against her spine, prohibited her
recoil. Instinctively, Jane reached her arms high overhead and pushed
against the cold surface, but to no avail. Before she knew what was
happening, she felt her running shorts yanked to her knees.

Margaret had Jane completely helpless. Her left hand and forearm leaned
into the young teen and kept her firmly pressed against the window. With
her right hand she caressed and squeezed her buttocks as she breathed into
Jane's ear, "Tell me why you're here girl."

Jane's mind was awash with too many sensations to respond to the question
accurately. She was feeling weak and helpless under the woman's power and
touch. Her mind was groggy and her body riddled with mixed feelings of
arousal and humiliation. Jane didn't want to see her cousin and her friends
faces staring back at her, so she just closed her eyes and exhaled.

Margaret knew the girl was succumbing to her touch. She pushed her middle
finger into the top of Jane's crack and used her other fingers to separate
the tight buttocks as she slowly dipped her hand southward. She listened to
Jane's weak gasps and felt her back arch. "My God, she's letting me in!"
Margaret screamed in her mind.

Jane groaned loudly, "Oooooohhhhhhhh!" when she felt the woman's middle
finger press inside her anus.

The warm damp sphincter clamped down on Margaret's middle finger as she
pressed it deeply past the second knuckle. Hearing Jane's loud groan and
feeling the girl spread her knees to allow access was all the permission
she needed. Margaret began fingering the teen's tight ass with a furious
pace. The girls own natural moisture, combined with leakage from her pussy
provided all the lubrication necessary to pump friction-free. Margaret was
determined to make this girl cum and never touch her pussy.

Jane's mind was going crazy. She could barely breathe. The fantastic
feelings emanating from her anus were driving her crazy. She'd never felt
anything so delicious in her young life. She tried to spread her legs but
her shorts kept her knees too tight, so she arched her back as best she
could. What was this woman doing to her and why?

Margaret lessened the pressure on Jane's back but kept up her furious
attack on her tiny tight asshole. She could tell by the girls panting and
pressing back against her hand that she was totally enjoying what she was
doing. She reached her left hand around the young teens body and grabbed
and squeezed her left tit. She tugged on her erect, rubbery nipple and made
the girl squeal.

Moments later Margaret felt the arousing sensation of convulsing on her
middle finger. This combined with Jane's panting and groaning confirmed
what she had hoped to do: give her an orgasm without touching her pussy.

The window around Jane's face burst with condensation as she panted to a
delirious orgasm that she didn't understand.

Down below, Jane's cousin and her three friends delighted in Jane's
orgasm. It was obvious to all of them because of Jane's panting and
undulation that she had just cum.

Margaret withdrew her middle finger and spun the delirious teen around. She
pushed Jane against the window and with her left hand on the girls throat,
held her firmly there.

Jane's perspiration covered back cooled quickly against the window. Her
instinct to leap away was tempered by her weakness and the strength of the
woman's grasp on her throat.

Margaret leaned in and breathed in Jane's face, "You dirtied my finger you
little thief. Clean it." She twisted her hand to grab Jane's jaw and
squeeze her cheeks to force her mouth open. She looked deeply into the
teen's glazed eyes as she pushed her middle finger into the girls
mouth. "Now, suck it."

Jane closed her lips around the woman's middle digit and wiped her tongue
around it. The dank smell and taste of her own ass almost caused Jane to
pass out with arousal. It was disgusting, yet excitedly "heady".

Margaret's humiliation of the young teenager complete, she leaned in and
sighed, "I guess you'd better finish your run now you little thief. And
don't take anything on your way out." She spanked the tiny teen's ass as
she pushed her toward the front door with her shorts still around her
knees.

As they reached the front door Margaret could see that a small crowd had
gathered out front and were waiting patiently to come in. She seized the
moment and grabbed the near naked teen by the upper arm. She pushed open
the front door and shoved the teenager outside. Her shorts having fallen to
her ankles, Jane stumbled and fell. Margaret tossed the teen's tank top and
bra outside after her she shouted, "And don't ever come back you little
thief!! Or next time I'm calling the cops!!"

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