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 Archive name: season12.txt (ff, teens)
 Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)
 Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 12 of 13


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 Copyright © 1996 Linda B. -  This story is written for
 adults and involves a consensual relationship between
 two older teen girls. If you are a teenager, we as
 adults don't think that you should read this even
 though you are sexually mature and probably have much
 more sexual desire than we do, but we are merely
 jealous of your sexual virility. Please leave us alone
 to *fantasize* about being your age once again. I'm
 sorry but you'll have to wait until you're at least 18
 before you can have your own fantasies. Preferably you
 should wait until you're at least 30 or older, that way
 you can really have something to fantasize about: your
 very own teenage years! 

 I would appreciate any *positive* feedback about this
 story, including your feelings as you read the story.
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 The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 12
 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi)



 Jenny obviously knew what she was doing with the
 carrot, pushing in and out slowly, making sure I could
 feel every ridge as it passed my clitty. 

 It was so nice to be penetrated like that with my bare
 ass presenting itself in such a fashion: Inviting,
 almost begging for attention. And the thought of being
 a naughty little whore getting her deserved punishment
 was something that fantasies were made of. Too bad I
 couldn't be wearing one of those slut-suit French maid
 get-ups that seemed to dominate the catalog. After all,
 a promiscuous girl like me deserves to be dressed up
 appropriately in something that matches her attitude!
 
 My body, drained of all strength, was ready to collapse
 on the bed if it hadn't been for Jenny. She made
 certain that my fanny stayed propped up and displayed
 prominently while working the "tool" faster and faster.
 
 "I hope your learning something." She parented, wrap-
 ping her arms around my waist tightly just to let me
 know that escape wasn't an option. The carrot had been
 removed in order to get my full attention. It seemed
 to work. 

 "Do you know why you're being *punished*?" 

 I answered weakly. "Mmm-hmm". 

 Then my pussy lips received a liberal teasing with the
 carrot's tip while she held me tightly, letting me
 know what was to soon to be inserted. After pretending
 several times, the carrot finally re-entered with
 penetrations synchronized with each word: 

 "*Masturbation*!" 

 "*Is*!" 

 "*Dirty*!" 

 I gasped for breath with every word as I felt wave
 after wave of delicate warm sensations flowing through
 me. Jenny used her feet to spread my legs even
 *further*, something I would have never believed
 possible. "This will have to do until I can get you
 into the *spreader* bar that I ordered." 

 The what? Did she say "*spreader* bar"? My entire body
 shuddered at the possibility. How could I have missed
 such a thing? A mechanical device to force the legs
 into "ready" position? Why didn't I think of that?
 Wow! What an idea! 

 But it was getting really hard to think straight by
 then and Jenny wasn't making it any easier by stepping
 up the pace of my punishment. My body trembled with
 dripping-wet pleasure as my hips reeled against
 Jennifer's hold. 

 Orgasm seemed to be toying with me, coming just within
 grasp before frustrating me again and again. I thought
 it might help to fantasize about being dangled from the
 ceiling by a harness. A harness designed specifically
 to keep my body in the spread-eagle position. In that
 position I could be swung around like a pendulum to
 have assorted procedures performed, usually involving
 some sort of intense clitoral stimulation. 

 And the idea of being tethered like that elevated the
 level of excitement another notch. 

 Jenny surmised that someone should design some sort of
 clamp to hold the pussy lips open and exposed so they
 are always ready for penetration. At that point my
 ultimate goals for education became crystal clear: an
 engineering degree! 

 Meanwhile, the dispenser of all stimulating punishment
 had found an even more efficient method of pleasuring
 me by pulling upwardly, dragging each bump of the
 carrot across my clit. 

 Then it came. Suddenly and out of nowhere. Everything
 inside me surged with energy. Higher and higher and
 higher. It felt like I had passed out, completely out
 of control, jerking, writhing, riding the waves of
 unconscious emotion. The depth of those passionate
 feelings was beyond description. It was like being
 immersed in a pool of warm, beautiful feelings. 

 I had connected with some inner part of myself, my
 female self. 

 Never had an orgasm that felt that way. One that so
 overwhelmed me with deep intense emotion. There was
 happiness and sadness. Courage and fear. Peace and
 rage. All that was inside me that could possibly be
 felt was felt. There was no way for Jennifer to share
 that moment, something that saddened me so much that
 almost started crying. 

 My sensitivity level had been heightened to the point
 of being uncomfortable. Everything from Jenny's fingers
 gently caressing my back to the pain I sensed in her
 face. All at full volume. How could I explain any of
 this to her? I knew that trying to put it into words
 would have destroyed it. 

 Still, an urging inside me became stronger and stronger
 to talk. To talk with Jenny about her pain. But how? I
 groped around before finding the words. "Jenny? Please
 forgive me if I'm wrong....but I feel a lot of pain
 when I look at you. Maybe it's just me, I don't know.
 Is there something there?" 

 For the moment the tears could be fought off, but soon
 she would soon lose the battle. "Well...you know there
 have been some problems with Tom," Jenny explained
 diplomatically. 

 There wasn't really any need to ask further questions,
 the truth was staring me right in the eye. Literally.
 A bruise above her eye that was barely detectable gave
 it all away. 

 Jenny's face turned away to avoid my hand when I tried
 to touch it. Then she began to weep. Calmly at first,
 as if waiting for the protection of my outstretched
 arms, then exploding into a storm. Here was someone
 who had been so measured with her emotional responses,
 so good at keeping things in check. Someone who could
 allow just the right amount out so as not to be
 disingenuous. Not the emotion that *she* was feeling,
 but the emotion that *you* needed: the emotion of
 empathy. This time it was different. This time it was
 honest. 

 I wondered if this had been the first incident. Or was
 it the last? Talking her out of seeing Tom again seemed
 so easy now. How could anything be more clear? I soon
 found out that things weren't quite so simple, at least
 in Jenny's mind. 

 Part of the answer was something I had already learned.
 Rebuffing Tom had a price to pay. And pay it I would.
 Besides that, Jenny had other concerns about their
 relationship. Ones that both surprised and intrigued
 me. 

 "I can't just think about myself, Sarah." 

 "When your life is endangered, why not?" She was
 definitely uncomfortable with that kind of direct
 confrontation. 

 "I'm *sure* Tom wouldn't really hurt me. I *know* he
 wouldn't. All of his life, people have always left him
 when things were difficult. I have to show him that no
 matter what he does I still love him. And it always
 works. You should see! He's so different now. Really!"
 
 I was dying to see the big change, but more than a bit
 skeptical. All of it made me think about how unselfish
 Jenny was and how I admired that while at the same time
 was confused by it. Was it good or bad?  

 Her loyalty to the high school was even harder to
 understand. She couldn't "let them all down" by break-
 ing up with Tom. After all, everyone said how great
 they looked together as a couple. And the yearbook
 pictures? What about them? The first ones of her and
 Tom had already been taken. 

 The anger started rising up inside of me. "Jenny! The
 DAMN yearbook, Jen? Who gives a SHIT about the DAMN
 yearbook?" 

 Jenny had regained her composure like an expert skater
 after a slip on the ice. "I think you're really angry
 at Tom. Oh, it's perfectly understandable. Can't blame
 you *one* bit." 

 Oh, right! Weren't we all angry at *Tom*? 

 My staring eyes bored into hers. "Tom *got* what he
 deserved from me. That's all he deserves from you too!"
 
 The whole conversation had turned into an argument.
 An argument that was going nowhere in a hurry and with
 Jenny on the verge of breaking down again, I decided
 to leave bad enough alone. At least for the time being.

 Just seeing her brokenness was enough to make me feel
 guilty, enough to make me apologize for yelling at her.
 
 We both sat there not saying a word until the familiar
 sound of Mom's car pulling up punctuated the silence.
 I grabbed Jenny by the hand and jettisoned out the back
 door, just in time to avoid my mother. 

 The sweet smell of jasmine perfumed the night air as
 we made our way toward the beach. I remembered well
 when I had been there last with Jenny. I remembered
 too, how we had spent the last rays of the setting sun
 together on that little tryst. 

 "God, it g-g-gets c-cold here at night," I shivered.
 "We were wearing short-sleeves at school!" On top of
 freezing temperatures the wind had started to pick up.
 
 Jenny chuckled. "People back in the mid-west won't
 believe it when you tell them you need a jacket in the
 summer! There, look." She gestured toward the shore.
 "Some of my friends built a fire down there. That
 should warm you up. Let's go." 

 Oh no, I thought, more of Jenny's friends that I
 *didn't* want to meet. How was I going to tell her
 without hurting her feelings? I did my best. "Jenny,
 I'm sorry but...I'm not really up for meeting anyone
 tonight, O.K.? 

 "Yes you are!" She retorted, kicking a wind-blown coke
 can. "These are different kind of people. How can I
 describe them? Kind of a rag-tag bunch of people who
 don't fit in anywhere at school. I'm sure they'd really
 like someone, well...as *unconventional* as you!" 

 That was a pretty nice way to put it. My curiosity was
 really going now, wondering who these people were and
 if they'd accept me, even more, maybe *like* me. After
 agreeing to go, Jenny informed me that her association
 with them be kept an absolute secret. She sure found
 the right way to get me interested! 

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