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Subject: (corn53) Jemma: Getting Tasted (MMM/f, young, bond) part 3 of 4
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Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a
young girl who is tricked into participating in a strange contest. Parts fo
this story are TRUE and should not be read by those persons offended by erotic
content.
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JEMMA - GETTING TASTED (Section 3 of 4) Chapter 7
Bill explained there would be fewer judges on this test, because all my
juice would be gone after just a few judges tasted me. He reminded me that all
the men had to sign a pledge before they could enter the hall that they would
not stick anything in the little girls except vibrators, fingers and tongues.
“Well, this is the tongue part.” I’m glad he was so straightforward with me.
“But were do they taste me, Bill?” adding, “They can’t kiss me with this
bag over my head.” (Once again I was wearing my hood.)
He laughed. “Of course not, Jemma. And it’s not a bag, it’s a hood.
Your name is on it, along with your contestant number, so the judges will
credit you with the right amount of points. We want to win tonight, don’t we?”
“But then where do they taste me?” trying not to let him change the
subject.
“Oh, I’m sure most of the judges will taste you right between the legs,
and maybe even on your fanny.” finally giving me the full answer. “You’ll just
lie in the swing with your legs apart, suspended on the slings, and your pert
little fanny raised on a pillow. One judge at a time will sit down on the
chair with his face at your pussy and taste. You might like it. They might
even use fingers and vibrators to get more juice out. You’ll get wiped off
between each judge.”
“I looked at the scores posted so far and you’re doing great. Almost
twenty judges signed up to taste you! They will have to draw straws.” and
sounding disappointed continued, “Unfortunately since I’m your guardian
tonight, I can’t be one of the official “tasting Judges” but maybe I could
sample you during your break, or later on.”
“Oh, I’d like that, Bill, if you want to. But what about germs?”
“You will get washed between each ‘taste test.’ And remember how I told
you that each judge has to wash his hands with soap and water every time they
touch you down here?” He stopped reached down and felt between my legs and even
on my anus. “Feel my fingers now, Jemma. See how wet they are? You get wet
real fast for such a little girl. Now walk by the washing station with me.
We’ll get you to the Tasting Swing soon enough.”
“I’m not such a ‘little girl.’ I’m going to be fifteen. With my coat and
boots on I weigh a hundred.” somewhat indignant.
Laughing again, “Oh, like how soon will you be fifteen, Jemma?”
“Well, in ten months.”
“Ha!” he chuckled “’Just ten months!’ You crack me up. What did you like
best of all the contests so far, Jemma?”
“That’s hard to say. Ummm.” thinking, “They were all kind of fun. I
don’t know why, but I even liked having the men watch me pee. Kind of a
mystery-like, not knowing who's watching. Those vibrating things are great.
Make me melt inside. Hey, it feels like my ‘tasty juices’ are developing just
thinking about those things.”
“Oh, Jemma.” laughing louder, “This will always be a night for you to
remember. You’re so much fun!” he picked me up in his arms and carried me.
It was faster than leading me because I walked slow with the hood on my head.
“I’ll get you one of the vibrators tonight. A souvenir.”
We stopped to wash our hands. Several men were there. “I’m on my way to
get tasted.” I announced loudly through my hood.
“Is it too late to sign up for this one?” asked someone. “Bet she’s
really juicy.”
“The ones eager to try it get the juiciest.” They were all laughing. I
heard a toilet flush.
“No, she’s all booked up. But we might have an extra round with her later
- off the record, of course, if enough judges are interested.” Bill told them.
“I’ll be juicy again later, I bet.” joining the fun. They laughed
louder.
“Sign me up!” they started saying, one at a time.
“How soon does your tasting start, Jemma?” asked the man now washing his
hands in the big sink.
“Gee, I don’t know. How soon, Bill?” I asked.
“In just a few minutes. We’ve got to head on over.”
“You guys can come and watch them taste me if you want.” I giggled.
“Don't forget about the ‘extra round’ later. I sure would like all of you to
taste me.” I would have continued flirting, enjoying the group excitement and
also enjoying getting felt on my titties by two guys at once. It made me feel
so grown up. “I guess we don’t have time for you to taste me right now.” as
Bill pulled me away, still chuckling.
New voice, “Watch your step, Jemma.” just stand on the first step and turn
around. We’ll lift you in.” Several sets of hands picked me up as if I were
light as a baby.
They set me in a chair which felt like a hammock, leaned me back, lifting
my bottom to put a thin pillow under it. Then they lifted my legs up and put
each one in a separate sling - knees wide apart and feet even farther apart.
Someone jacked up the whole thing. With each squeaky stroke I was hoisted a
little higher.
“We can adjust you to hang right in front of the judge’s mouth this way,
Jemma.” while other voices made comments about how cute I was! I felt so
pretty - the center of attention!
“Are your legs too far apart, Jemma?” a different man queried. “Would you
like them closer together or farther apart before we start?”
“You can put them farther apart.” I said, “This isn’t too far for me.
I’m a cheerleader and we practice spreading our legs!”
The men all started chuckling at this remark for some reason, so I added,
“Go ahead, spread them wider. It feels fine to me. Really!”
I liked the feel of the air cooling off my wet pussy. Even more, I liked
the attention of all those men. Anticipating the ‘taste test’ seemed to be
making me even ‘juicier.’
After my legs were adjusted even farther apart, someone rocked my little
hammock and turned it so my bald pussy faced each judge in turn.
“Who wants to go first?” asked the announcer’s voice - but not on the
loudspeaker. I could hear laughter, applause, and comments from other areas
of the room as the other contestants gave their valiant efforts. I momentarily
wondered what they were going through and if they enjoyed it as much as I did.
“I’ll go first.” said about ten judges at once.
“Since we don’t want any arguments, I’d better go first.” said the
announcer. “Then we can pick numbers while we wipe her off.
“All ready, Jemma?” said the announcers voice from my crotch.
“Ready, willing, and eager.” I said, in huskier voice than usual, more
serious, trembling with anticipation.
“I can tell you are.” He ran a finger down my wet slit.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, getting even juicer, no longer laughing. The ring of
judges got quiet as the announcer put his mouth to my pussy.
He didn’t put his tongue in me or even lick my slit. Instead he ran his
tongue up my lip beside it. Lifting his head he announced, “She tastes great,
gentlemen. I didn’t even put my tongue in yet, but can taste her sweetness all
around. She’s the best yet. Such slippery, thick juice. Ummmm.” as he licked
up the other side. “Can’t wait to eat this one. She’s probably even wet on
her anus from spillover.
“Ummmm” I moaned as he licked my anus.
He pulled my anus open with his strong thumbs and kept licking. Moving up
between anus and pussy his tongue went from side to side. And then in. Into
the center of my pussy, drinking my flavor. Lapping it out.
“Ohhhh. Unnnnghhh” and I began squirming around, scissoring my spread
legs. “Unnnghhh, That feels so good mister.” I said clearly. “Unnnnnghhh!”
He had reached my little button in front. I knew more juice was flowing.
“Oh, guys, her juice tastes great. You’ll all have to wait a minute longer.”
more licking. Crowd near me silent, watching me squirm, listening to me moan.
“One hundred percent!” said the announcer, finally standing, pushing back
his chair. “Jemma gets a perfect score!”
They wiped me off with a warm wash cloth. The loops in the material of
the washcloth stimulating me, pumping more juice from my virgin well.
“You’re getting top scores tonight, Jemma.” whispered Bill in my ear.
Only six more judges for this event. Then we’ll take a break.
“I’m in no hurry.” I said, not whispering. “If anyone else wants to
judge, I’d be glad to hang around. Get it, Bill? 'Hang around.'” I joked,
starting to get my breath back.
“That felt so great, seriously. Is there any way I could get his tongue
for my souvenir?”
Someone turned me back to face the next judge, who was scooting the metal
folding chair towards me.
I felt his hand squeezing my spread lips together, squeezing and rubbing
them back and forth. Back and forth like a boy scout trying to start a fire.
He was lighting my fire!
Then he slid a big, calloused finger all the way into my pussy, pulled it
out, tasted. “Yes, Dave was right. She tastes great.” He slid his finger in
again and began licking my button. Then he pushed upward with both index
fingers, spreading and lifting my lips - apart and up. My pink canopy was
lifted clear off my button, exposing the swollen knot, and he began nibbling.
“Unnnnnghh!” I moaned aloud. “He’s got a beard” I said to myself, enjoying
the subtle difference as the hair tickled my sensitized, bald lips.
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JEMMA - THE TICKLE COUCH Part 8
I could hardly stop giggling. Two men were rolling me around on their
laps, tickling, pinching, and patting me - all over. As I rolled and wiggled
around they only tickled me more. They were constantly passing me back and
forth, right-side-up, up-side-down. My eyes teared up from laughter under the
blindfold.
Every few minutes one of then said, “Halt!” and I had to freeze in
whatever awkward position I was in at that moment - limbs every which way.
While halted they would caress and kiss me all over - head to toe. I was
feeling warm all over, like purring, from their attention.
Because of my wetness, they said, they had to take their suits off. They
were each wearing boxer shorts and t-shirts. Of course I wasn’t wearing
anything. Even my hood had been replaced by a narrow blindfold.
Many of the other contestants and some of the judges had left already.
“Have to get Melissa back to her baby-sitting job, so she gets home on time.”
said two of the judges as they were dressing Melissa. “It’s almost as much fun
to dress these pretty, little girls as it is to undress them.” whistling no
particular tune. I overheard many such scenarios as the crowd thinned out.
That was when some of the judges started to
get “more comfortable.”
“I like the way your purple, angora hair ribbons bounce with your pig
tails.” while tickling me again.
Giggling, I said, “I’m glad to have my hood off.” Embarrassed and quiet
while they were kissing me all over, one on my face and neck, the other judge
between my legs, “Finally, I can kiss back,” returning the kiss on my mouth.
My hands were free and although I was still wearing a thinner collar on my
neck, there was no chain attached. This enabled me to kiss their things
occasionally, through their shorts, if I happened to end up with my face in one
of their laps.
“Please don’t put it in your mouth, Jemma. It’s against the rules to cum
in your mouth and I’m ready to cum any minute.” but I continued to lick and
kiss the side of his thing which was poking out the top of his shorts. “ I
suppose it’s OK if I cum on my own tummy while she's kissing it. What do you
think, Ed?”
“Sure, but let’s not mention it, just in case. I’ll hold still and caress
Jemma’s sweet fanny while she helps you.” Ed said, not talking too loud. Both
of my hands were on my fanny - holding it open for Ed to examine. There were
no other judges nearby.
“Can’t stop.” moaned the judge I was licking. More accurately, his thing
was lying flat against his stomach and my mouth was sliding up and down over
his thing as if it was a buttered, slippery ear of corn. I stopped sliding
when I felt it start throbbing, held fast between my teeth and lips. As he
continued to throb, I inched up towards the tip, with hopes of tasting him.
It was still throbbing, but slower, as I reached the end, no longer aware
of Ed’s probing fingers. Forming a bond of secrecy with the owner of the
oozing penis, I put my mouth over it, lifting, and slid my mouth down onto it.
“Ummmm,” softly as I captured his last of his oozing excitement. Sucking it
deeper into my mouth as it slowly began to soften. I milked out more juice.
He quickly wiped off the side of my face with his shorts because we heard
someone walking closer, talking, “How’s it going on the Tickle Couch, fellas?”
It was the voice of the announcer! They began tickling me again, trying to
hide the evidence. I started giggling and rolling around, trying to protect my
new, but unknown friend.
To divert Mr. Announcer’s attention, I wiggled right off their laps,
falling onto the floor. I stood up and asked, “Are we going to get to do the
extra round of the TASTING CONTEST, like you said? All this tickling is
getting me 'juicy' again.”
Ed pulled me back on top of him and my new friend grabbed one leg to pull
me wide open, as if for inspection by the head judge.
“Well, OK. I see you’re ready again. My my, you were delicious. Maybe I
should make sure you’re ready.” He knelt down right in front of the couch
while the two ‘ticklers’ held my legs wide apart.
Our distraction worked - and felt good, too!
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JEMMA - THE VIBRATOR TABLE Part 9
(Author’s note: Let me know if you want to see this section - just
finished it - still editing, but would share if you don't mind grammer mistakes
corn53@aol.com)
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next: JEMMA - MEETING AIREL Part 10
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at corn53@aol.com. Parts of all of my stories are true. Some are copmosites
of memories which readers have shared with me. Thank you for your help with
this "literary research." - Corn53) My stories can be found at
www.mrdouble.com or at www.spiralzone.com - both are free sites.
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