Date: 03-18-02
From: Hummmvee@Hotmail.com
Subject: "The Adventures of Jade, Chapter 7"(F,f,Ff,ff,fff,inc.,reluc., mc)

THE ADVENTURES OF JADE

(Chapter 7)

By Hummmvee

(tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)

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Any similarity to real persons, living or dead; is purely coincidental.
Regarding erotic writing: More often than not, fantasies should remain just
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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 Jenniffer, 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. Jenniffer.
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 Jenniffer 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, aromatherapeutic 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
Jenniffer, 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. Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer adding "Don't go
anyplace, I might need your assistance in a bit."


      Both Astrid and Jenniffer 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. Jenniffer'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 Jenniffer, 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 Jenniffer pulled out of
her bag, a folded white uniform.  "I'll only be a minute."  It certainly
appeared as though Jenniffer 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, Jenniffer 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. Jenniffer had nothing on under her robe.  Jenna blushed, but kept
looking.  She thought that Dr. Jenniffer 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?

	Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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."  Jenniffer
emphasized that a little too forcefully, making Jenna think that there was
more to it.  Jenniffer 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 cooldown walk followed by a wipedown, 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.  " 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!

      "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMM!!!!!!!!!!"  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. Jenniffer 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, Jenniffer.  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.  Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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.
Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer, 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 Jenniffer 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.

	Jenniffer was the touchy-feely type.  At least she was with pretty
women.  Jenna got plenty of Jenniffer's attention this fine Sunday morning.
She almost got used to the hands touching her constantly under the guise of
professional interest.  Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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?"  Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer'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.

	Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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 ususpecting 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.  Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer.  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!"  Jenniffer 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. Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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.
Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer, 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 Jenniffer 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, Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer'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."

	Jenniffer 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 forty-ish 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, Jenniffer, 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."  Jenniffer tried to use her most
authoritative voice.

	Jenna was just showing Crystal her favorite scent, when their
rappor 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 Jenniffer.

	"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 Jenniffer 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.

	Jenniffer stood back and admired her handywork.  It took
concentration, for the doctor to avoid touching her own erect nipples.
They just begged for attention!  Jenniffer'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 Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer'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. Jenniffer?"

	"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.  Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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.

	Crfystal 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 Jenniffer'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!

	Jenniffer 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 . . ."  Jenniffer 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
Jenniffer'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.

	"EEEEEeeeeeaaaaaahhhhrrrhhhhhhhgggggggg . . . .!!!!!!!!"  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 Jenniffer 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!"

	Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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 Jenniffer 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.  Jenniffer 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!


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"  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 Jenniffer was trying to comprehend the
unlikelyhood of both women squirting milk during orgasm, a fine mist of a
Carribbean smelling nature sprayed forth from Astrid's lonely, freshly
penetrated cunt.  Jenniffer's 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, errr . . . 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!

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