THE CREATURE WITHIN 3: DR. JENNA MOORE

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THE CREATURE WITHIN 3: DR. JENNA MOORECHAPTER 3: DR. JENNA MOOREAfter Amy went back to bed, I spent more time looking over Dr. Moore’s biographical information more thoroughly. I understood that Sam felt it would be worth my while to spend some time with her, but what was it about her that would be different than the others I had already given the better part of three days to? A very quick review made me think he might be right. Then, I began thinking there might be something very wrong with this woman.She was indeed about my age, but it was clear that aside from both of us being the same age and pretty, we were opposites. Her first degree was in biology, which she then went on to getting a masters in micro-biology, and then a doctorate in genetics. She followed that with a medical degree but never pursued residency or practice. That was followed by a doctorate in something called Primitive Mystical Healing and Healers. The educational part of her life seemed to end with a doctorate in psychology. How could somebody my age accomplish all that? Unlike most biographies of employment, this one contained information that USA laws might frown on, like marital status, birth date, etc. Using her birth date and the dates of when she acquired her degrees … she graduated from high school at 12 years of age.I let it stew for a couple days, then called Sam at the number he provided in his message.“Why do you think I should be talking now with this Dr. Moore? Isn’t she going to be just more of the same?”“Annie, did you read her bio? She’s about the furthest thing away from the others. In fact, she is far enough from them that it has been something of a problem here for her. She was recruited straight from school. If we hadn’t, she would probably have another degree on her list by now. She has been here for a year and a half, roughly. It doesn’t take a genius like them or a psychologist like her to see why, either. She has spent her life from barely being in puberty to now seeking degrees and learning. She doesn’t fit in socially or confidence-wise. She is smart, probably smarter than any of the others, but she doesn’t believe it. She’s always been the ‘k**’ who was out of place and she still sees herself that way.”“Okay, I feel sorry for her, but …”“No, you don’t get it. She will look at your situation differently. Her mind will be more open to alternative considerations. Besides, you two have things in common.”“What things?”“Meet with her. Find it yourself.” Damn.* * * *I finally agreed to the meeting. If nothing else, it would help me determine if this continued exploration was something I really wanted to pursue. I was firm in my resolve NOT to live under a cloud of fear about my future or become a ‘lab rat’ to discover the truth. If it meant living in a state of denial, I was prepared to do that. I wasn’t at all sure, of course, if it would even be possible to live in denial, but that would likely be dependent on what changes my body might experience going forward. If this was it, they would all be positives and my life could go on without more concern or alarm. The deep nagging feeling that pulled me along this path was if this wasn’t all, if there was more, especially since the blood-work testing seemed to indicate a continued increase in DNA markers showing change. As Sam kept pushing at me, I owed it to myself to learn more.Dr. Moore agreed to come to Port of Spain for an initial meeting and introduction. She would be spending an evening in the same hotel I had my first night here. Located on the edge of the harbor, it provided an excellent variety of locations for two people to become introduced. Upon making our introduction in the hotel lobby, I suggested we trek down the boardwalk alongside the harbor. It provided a pleasant surroundings, benches for sitting if we wanted, and a variety of small coffee and refreshment shops s**ttered along the way in both directions.She encouraged me to talk, so I did. She wanted to know my history, where I had come from, how I ended up here, how I had become friends with Sam, and how I felt about my body and soul after the discovery of these changes. I had my own questions, but I would play along with her, answering her questions and cooperating in the line of discussion as she led it. I knew we had the time. I had cleared my schedule to spend time with her … as much time as it took for me to determine if there was anything of value to come from working with her. I was still approaching this with skepticism, but her enthusiastic attitude was having an effect on me. I allowed her to maneuver my sharing for a couple of hours. It occurred to me, though, that her questions and leading were general and my responses were only providing information as she directed. I was not offering anything beyond her questions. She had done her research and some of it surprised me. She knew things about Arizona, the case, the resolution of it, my discovery in the shallow grave. She knew I was working at a resort in the area. She knew about my being lost in the jungle and my being rescued by Sam and our survival. I realized, because she didn’t ask, I wasn’t sharing anything about the a****ls, not while in Arizona, here, or the jungle. She seemed intent on getting background and reinforcing what she had gathered from research and from Sam.We had just exited a small café along the walkway. I had an iced coffee and she had an ice tea. I pointed to a bench in front of an open stretch of shore looking out over the ocean to the Northwest. She had been very energized, purposeful, and confident during this time of pulling information from me. She seemed pleased with the image of the person I was and my feelings and conflicts about the discovery of what happened to me and the conflicting feelings of belief and acceptance. All of that confidence evaporated when I turned the tables on her as we took our seats on the bench.I half turned to her, one knee pulled up on the bench, “Now you. Tell me about you.”Her eyes got wide, blinked several times, her mouth making slight movements without anything coming out. She stammered. All that self-assured behavior she exhibited while discussing me evaporated and blew away on the gentle ocean breeze.“You seem so sure you can help me discover the answers to the questions I have. I know Sam might have discussed it with you, but only after you expressed your feelings to him. If you were so sure you had something the others were missing, why didn’t you get put onto the team?” I knew I was being confrontational and perhaps even combative, but I wanted her reaction, her real reaction and not a rehearsed, prepared approach.She turned away, then got up from the bench and walked to the railing on the other side of the walk. Her shoulders were slumped, the professional confidence all but drained out of her. Before I got up to follow her, the bio I read a half dozen times replayed in my mind. Her young age for her accomplishments, Sam’s comment that she was having a difficult time finding her place, then Sam’s comment about us having things in common.I walked up alongside her, touching her hand on the railing. “I’m sorry, Dr. Moore. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt.”She shook her head as she stared out into the distant horizon. “I’m … I don’t know how …” She took a deep breath, turned to me with her eyes downcast. “I want you to know that I really do believe we can figure this out. I don’t mean those others, I mean you and me. In fact,” she hesitated as if she was working up to a point of defiance, “it might be the only way.” She turned back to the ocean’s horizon and I waited. “Annie, it’s just that … I’m no good at … I mean I just don’t have …” She stopped … unwilling to finish the thought to someone? I leaned my elbows against the railing next to her, looking out to the same horizon, but my eyes were diverted by gulls gliding low over the water surface. I put a hand on hers, again. “Confidence? You just don’t have the confidence?” She nodded without any eye contact. “You know, I read your bio about six times. I marveled that someone so young could accomplish so much.” I chuckled. “Understand, this coming from someone who struggled through community college. Anyway, all those degrees and the way you pulled information out of me, kept me talking, was impressive and fit the degrees and titles. Then, when I challenged you, I saw the other side. It never occurred to me until then. All that time since you were a young girl, fighting the system to get into and complete increasingly advanced and challenging curriculum. You were never a k**, were you? You were always having to prove yourself to people who wouldn’t take you seriously, even with success. People probably treated you like you were something of a freak.” She nodded and turned to me, her eyes filled with tears ready to spill over.“I never think I am as good or smart as others. I feel like I’ll never be able to prove myself like they have, that they will discover what a fraud I am.”I looked at her, raised her chin so we were looking eye to eye. “You’re not though. Even if you don’t feel the recognition, you know deep down what your potential is if given the chance. It is why you went out on the limb and said something to Sam.” She nodded. “I’m going to confide in you something Sam said. He said you are the smartest one in the group, you just need a success to prove it to everyone.” She looked at me, blinked, and the tears let go, running down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my fingers. “Sam said something else to me. He said that we have something in common. Not the same thing. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about until now. In our own ways, we both need to overcome fear and to achieve acceptance, personally and with others. For me it is a fear; it is the fear of the unknown and my biggest need of acceptance is personal, that I accept whoever, whatever, I am.”She smiled at me and shook her head. “Are you sure you don’t have an advanced degree in sivas escort psychology in your history somewhere?” She chuckled. “You’re right, of course. And, mine is a fear of measuring up to my older, more experienced colleagues.” Her eyes had a look of vulnerability, uncertainty, the very same feelings I have been wrestling with. Moving forward with this would apparently involve risk for both of us. The risks would be different, but they would none-the-less exist. “Does this mean we go ahead … together?” I merely nodded and held out my arms. I was a little surprised when she stepped into them. Although the hug she eventually returned to me was tentative and awkward, her embrace did seal our commitment.Three weeks later, we had talked our way through much of my Brazilian adventure. She was convinced she had the timeline, if not the exact mechanism for causing what happened to me. We communicated by phone, email, and video conference regularly during that time. As I shared more and more details about myself and my activities while in the villages of the Guarani people, Jenna opened up to me as a result. She insisted that documenting, discretely for our use, everything that occurred during that time leading up to my discovery by Sam James could be valuable in determining the timeline. In fact, it turned out just as she had predicted. There was resulting effects from such open sharing of the erotic adventures I experienced in the villages. Jenna, as I was to discover, was a pure virgin in every respect, never having been with a boy, man, or a meaningful date. I was aghast, only because of who I was and all my experiences, that she hadn’t even been kissed on the lips. My regaling the details of my time in the villages became an intimate journey of sorts the two of us found ourselves on. I was concerned about offending her when we started, but it soon became clear that my telling of the story was not only of interest to her for the details of her research, but for a far more personal experience of her own.She told me the Director at Agency wanted an update presentation on what had been accomplished for the time and effort expended. I was wondering when that would become the issue. We were still needing the mechanism causing the change. For some reason, it was eluding us. I knew it was right there, that it should be obvious. Perhaps our distance communication was presenting an obstacle we needed to overcome.“Jenna, can you come here to meet in three days and set the meeting with your Director for four days?”“Why those days?”“You’ve heard me describe my encounters with a****ls at the villages. Maybe you should witness it firsthand. There is a new group of guests coming to the island. We have a pageant we give to the guests. It’s a kind of depiction of the Guarani people’s a****l customs … without mentioning them by name. You can spend the night with me, we can discuss the events after I left the villagers until Sam found me. It is in there somewhere; I know it is.”“I can, but … you mean all the sex stuff with the a****ls …”“Jenna, you’ve heard it all. I promise there won’t be any sex pushed or encouraged to you. You’ll just observe. Nobody will approach you.”“But … what if … I mean after watching all that … seeing everything and we’re alone … what if I might want …”“No. Not even if you’re tempted to. I don’t want that, Jenna. I don’t want you to have to wonder about temptation. I am taking that away for you. I want you to be able to trust me completely, Jenna! We’ve talked about it. I want you to see it, too. I want you to know, really know. It is a part of who I am. Whatever is happening to me, that is a part of the reason.”She was quiet for a moment. “I’ll come in three days. Early. We’ll have time to talk and prepare. We can go over what I have prepared. But … what if I want to be with you, Annie. I mean … after … you know …”I chuckled. “Then you will go back frustrated.” She laughed. There was a sense of calm and comfort in her response, though.* * * *I met Jenna at the departure door of the airport. The times she came to the Trinidad, she flew commercial. I suspected that Agency was not finding the use of their mysterious jet worthwhile for such a visit. It was my understanding that we would be transported to the Agency facility, wherever that was, in their jet, undoubtedly after being blindfolded, again.The ride in the speedboat to our island was eventful, for Jenna, anyway. It was fascinating to me how little of life’s experiences she had participated in. She truly had secluded herself in a cocoon of educational and research institutions. For her experience, I asked the driver to open the engines up, sending plumes of water into the air behind the inboard engines propelling us across the surface of the water. She was hanging onto my arm with a death grip but the look on her face was one of intense excitement.Then, I saw them. Dolphins. I touched the arm of the driver and he throttled back on the engines until we were moving slowly forward. I pointed out into the water and stood, pulling her up with me. I held onto her waist and pointed as five dolphins rose to the surface only to go right back under, repeating it over and over. Then, to my surprise, one broke the surface vertical, turning and falling back to the water on its side. Another duplicated the acrobatic move. Then, they were gone.Her eyes were shining, “Do they do that often?”“No! You got a real treat. I had never seen that before in the wild.” She smiled widely and returned to her seat, the smile not fading.The driver took us directly to our little cove since there were guests on the island. He throttled back on the engines and put them into reverse in time to nearly bring the boat to a stop in the shallow water. At the sound of the boat, the entire team came running down from the cottages. They were all dressed in the standard team uniform, such as it was. Jenna gasped as she saw three nearly naked women and one equally nearly naked man running down to greet us. “Oh, my …” She was clearly blushing.I smiled and squeezed her arm. “I told you there would be a lot of nudity here. That, my dear doctor, is our team’s uniform. I admit, we are little more risqué than most of the staff.”She took a deep breath and giggled. “You did say this might be an experience for me.”Adam came out to the boat and pulled it closer to shore, then assisted Jenna, then me, from the bow of the boat onto the sandy beach. The driver handed Adam Jenna’s overnight bag and I made the introductions while we made our way to the cottage Amy and I shared. I had warned the team that Jenna’s experiences had been quite protected, so despite the bare skin showing on all of them, they were otherwise gentle and reserved.I was going to be required for the pageant presentation that evening, but Jenna and I were able to spend focused time together on the last piece of the puzzle: when and how did the transformation process begin?We were in the commons room of the cottage, Jenna’s laptop on the table with her ever present yellow notepad. I had changed out of shorts and top, dressing then in the uniform of our team: nothing more than the wrap around my waist. I wanted to change to be more comfortable, to expose Jenna to the reality of what life on our island was like, and to tease her some about her comfort with her sexuality. Just because I promised she would not be involved in anything physically sexual on her visit did not mean that she would be immune to the stimulation inherent to the island.We had covered my recollection of the time from leaving the villagers to waking up to Sam James in his camp. The discussion was difficult, however. Jenna had a difficult time not looking at my breasts and, in particular, the tattoos over my left b**st.“I’m sorry, Annie … I … your tattoos … I didn’t see them on any others. I take it they are not from the resort?”I looked down and moved two fingers over them, a soft smile coming over my face as the memory once again returned to me. Our previous discussion about my time in the villages centered on activity and not the meaning for the people. I went through the entire story, the significance of the tattoos to the people, and included the repeated reference to Celina.“And the panther tattoo?”I smiled at her. I had put Wolf and Preta in my bedroom when we arrived. Jenna was having enough to adjust to without the sight of those two. “Yes, well … I think it’s time for you to meet my special friends. Just stay seated.” I walked around her to the bedroom door, cracked it, then slowly opened it with my hand open at their head level to indicate that they ‘stay’. I then took a step into the commons room, stopped, and snapped my fingers. Both a****ls walked out and stood alongside me.Jenna gasped. “My god!” Her eyes moved from the a****ls to me and back and forth. Slowly, she relaxed her body while seeing the a****ls remaining quiet. She looked at the top most tattoo above my breast. Her eyes squinted at the Preta, then opened them wide with understanding. “He … that tattoo is … him?” I nodded, then told her the story of meeting Preta, nursing him, and then talked about how both a****ls somehow came to me in the jungle, over how many miles and why were unknown.Outside, I heard the crunch of tires on the loose gravel of the walk from the trail to the cottage. “Looks like you get to meet the owner.” I got up and went to the beach facing door. I hugged Sylvia at the door, put my arm around one of hers and led her into the commons room. “Sylvia, I want you to meet Dr. Moore.”Sylvia released herself from my hold and walked up to Jenna, taking her into her arms. The look on Jenna’s face was priceless. Her eyes and mouth were open in surprise. I laughed. “Yes, we are a touchy-feely bunch here. Jenna, this is Sylvia, our benefactor in this little venture.”Jenna awkwardly replied, “Please, call me Jenna. This is quite a place you have here.”Sylvia looked to me and asked if she was attending the sivas escort bayan pageant later. With my confirmation, she gave Jenna a naughty smile. “Then, tonight you will see just what kind of place this can be.” She indicated me, “Especially with this one around.” She looked her up and down. “I would suggest shorts and a top. Not everybody is always naked around here like Annie and her group. They keep the rest of us … hmmmm … energized.” She winked and left.Jenna and I got back to our discussion. I looked at Jenna intently. “I told you about the plane exploding, right?” She nodded. “Did I tell you about the bubble?”“Bubble? What are you talking about?”I relayed the story of my falling, clutching the parachute in my arms, falling backward, looking up at the plane as the last missile disintegrated it. I described the image of a bubble growing around the explosion in the nano-seconds of the explosion. She argued with me. It couldn’t have been real, it must have been an optical impression of the explosion and my shock.“No. I thought that initially, too, but it wasn’t. I watched it grow. I didn’t know what it might have been caused by, but it was there. I thought it might be the air warped by the explosion, like a shock wave going out from the explosion. I was so intent on it, I almost forgot to pull the ripcord. The bubble kept getting closer and closer. I was waiting for the feeling of a rush of air or intense heat hitting me, but as the bubble reach me, it seemed to pass right through me, not onto me. As it did, I felt the most unusual feeling inside my body as it passed. I felt a tingling, a vibration passing through me. But, the vibration was … it was … I remember thinking at the time, it was on …”She suddenly stood up so fast that her chair fell backward, rattling on the hardwood floor and causing the two a****ls to rise just as suddenly. She turned slowly to me, her face radiating in realization. “The vibration you felt inside … it was at the molecular level! The smallest bits of your being …”I stood up and moved to stand directly in front of her. “My cells …”“Even smaller … your DNA!” She grabbed me in a hug, an instantaneous act from her that took me by surprise. She released me and went into a series of twirls, her arms outstretched, her face glowing, her shoulder length hair flying. When she stopped, she grabbed my hands in hers. “Annie, you did it! That’s it!” She had a dozen more questions: did I know what minerals were in the backpacks of the two men, etc. “It doesn’t matter! That’s it. We may not be able to duplicate it, but that’s it.”With that, I suggested leaving those thoughts and changing our attention. I suggested a swim in the cove. I was waiting for her on the porch naked. She came out of my bedroom in a one-piece suit. I’m going to have to work on this girl if we’re going to be spending much time together … She stopped in her tracks at seeing me. She looked at me, then out the door at the cove outside. I could see her thinking, considering. I let her do her thinking without my interference.“You really are comfortable being naked, aren’t you?” I nodded. “You said you wouldn’t push me into anything sexual …”“I’m not. This is me. You have a swimsuit on. It’s your choice. Nudity isn’t a sexual act, it’s just not wearing clothes … and here it is acceptable.” She was still thinking. “Everyone else will be at dinner. That was why Sylvia came by. I often don’t eat before the pageant presentation. I eat something after. You’ll understand when you see it tonight. If you are curious, Jenna, this will be just us.”She bit her lip. At the same time her hands went to the shoulder straps and pulled them off her shoulder. Her breasts came into view, then she peeled the tight suit over her hips and down her legs. She was beautiful. Her body was slim and tight. Her pubic hair was natural, but sparse.I put my hand out and she took it. I grabbed the towels off the table and dropped them over the railing of the porch as we walked to the water.She was a good, strong swimmer. I could see her loosen and relax with the movements of swimming, the lowering sun on the horizon, the water surface flat, and only light sounds of birds and the distant sounds from the resort buildings. She was floating on her back. I was treading water next to her, admiring her firm breast poking out of the water when I saw it. A dolphin rising smoothly to break the surface. I touched Jenna’s arm and she turned to tread next me. I pointed.“Oh, Annie, this is perfect. Thank you. Do they often come in?”“Sometimes, but not that often.”“Have they ever come close enough to touch?”“No, not yet. I keep hoping sometime, though.”“Yeah … that would be amazing.”* * * *That night I had a new villager to bring me out while belly-riding. Like the other participants of the pageant, my team, she was naked and completely covered in body makeup. Watching me being mated by Wolf was too much for her, apparently.As was my custom, I had Wolf mount me in the cottage before going to the pageant. It provided a good loosening of my pussy and plenty of lubrication inside me. This time, however, I asked Jenna if she would like a close-up demonstration of canine sex. I explained why and what was going to follow. She was agape at the idea of what was going to happen. But, with only a minor hesitation, her head nodded. We were still naked from our swim. I whistled sharply, bringing both Wolf and Preta. Her eyes were already huge, just in anticipation.I checked the clock and determined how much time I could allow for Wolf. Then proceeded to give Jenna an oversight of what was going to happen. Her eyes grew larger. I offered that this might be a lot to take in at one time. She insisted; this was a part of who I was, an important part of who I was. She felt committed to knowing all of me if we were going to functionally be effective in understanding and anticipating future effects on me. I gave her credit. Despite her weak look and nervous eyes flitting from me to the dog, me to the dog’s sheath, and me to the cock tip poking out, she remained where she was, intent and observant.My face was buried in Wolf’s lower belly, my lips, tongue, and mouth working his cock tip and cock. When I pulled my face away, “My … God!” The next thing I realized, she was crouching down next to me, her eyes focused on the reddish, exposed cock of the dog. “That is so … different. The shape … the color …” I was looking at her as she turned her eyes to me. “You like it, I can tell. It’s not just a taboo experience that elicits the thrill.”I smiled at her as I moved to my hands and knees. “It might have started that way at one time of being just taboo … but definitely not any longer.” I winked at her. “But, you’ve seen nothing, yet.”I turned so from where she was crouched, I was directly in front of her. She was intent on me and what I was doing next. She was unaware of her posture. From where I was, I had a lovely view of her exposed pussy compressed between her thighs. That was a nice view to have as Wolf jumped onto my back and immediately began humping, hitting my hand and smoothly sliding into my waiting pussy. I gasped at the penetration, a smile taking over my face. The pleasure of having a lover’s cock sliding deep inside me.I stole a glance to her and found her still intently watching, her gaze moving from my swinging breasts to Wolf’s humping hips impacting my own. I caught her eyes and she gave me a shy smile. Between gasps, “Ohhhhh … oooooooo … there it is. Mmmmmm … if you … want to … see more … go to the back and gently lift his … his tail and … look underneath.”I felt a hesitation and flinch from Wolf and knew she had taken me up on my suggestion. I smiled to myself. This woman might have kept herself protected from the outside world’s temptations and experiences, but it wasn’t a repulsion; a lack of confidence and, perhaps, trust kept her hidden behind the wall of protection and security that her books provided.“OH GOD! There’s a ball formed at the end of his … his penis! Is that … you know that! That’s what you felt. That’s what you wanted me to see. And … that’s going inside you … damn! … this is … so wicked … so … so amazing!” I smiled. A smile was all I could really muster at that point because that ‘ball’ was pressing hard, stretching my opening. And this whole experience turned from showing her something while getting ready for the pageant and became a desire to show her just how wonderful b********y could really be. I had an innocent here, in my hands, and she was hungry not to be any longer. I had to remember, though … not this time. I promised her.Wolf and I were knotted, tied together and he turned on me. This too was a marvel for this poor girl. “How can he do that?!? How can he turn around like that while still inside you?” The dog being inside me was no longer the marvel, now it was all the details that came with it. Each new detail was a new marvel in turn. Now I had a new question about the future. Not just the question of what was happening to me and how that would affect my life going forward; now I also wondered if it was possible for the two of us to have a relationship, to share with her the wonders of b********y, to share the comfort and gentleness of being with another woman, to share with her the discovery of being with a man. I wondered that because she was a part of an organization that was secret from the world … and I didn’t share that part with her.On her own initiative, she raised Wolf’s tail while stroking his head and neck, applying a calming touch to the a****l who just finished giving me his seed, seed that she could see oozing from our joined mating. When Wolf pulled harder, stretching my pussy out from my body, she gasped, but stayed in position watching. When she saw more of the knot showing from my pussy, she muttered, “It’s coming … it’s coming out …”I moaned, “Yeah … I … I had the … same sense …”She giggled, “Yeah, sorry.” I dropped my head to the floor and escort sivas released a strangled chuckle as the knot finally came out, releasing a stream of dog cum with it. She gasped. Again.* * * *We were standing behind the privacy barrier getting ready for the pageant, the guests assembling at the tables setup in the standard large circle, the center of which was empty, but wouldn’t be for long. Sylvia walked through, assuring herself that everything was getting ready in proper order before she made her entrance into the circle to address the guests. I waved her over.“Anything wrong, Annie?”“No. But, there might be a change in the routine tonight.” I looked at Jenna and they both looked at me questioningly. “Jenna, the routine is that Sylvia acts as emcee, giving the monologue of the skit we present, making the introductions of each of us coming out with our a****l, then when the others are out in the center, she has to rush back her to have makeup put on and lead me out.”“While you’re under the horse … I can’t wait to see that.”“I’m wonder … if you could assist tonight?” She looked around at the others as staff members applied the dark brown body makeup onto the other team members. She slowly turned to me.“You mean, be naked in front of all those people, with body makeup covering me?”I raised my eyebrows, furrowing my forehead, “Yeah. Remember what it felt like earlier? Besides, everyone will be paying all their attention on me or one of the others being mated. Nobody knows you …” I could see her thinking about it, looking at the others being prepared, and I knew she would do it. She nodded her response. Sylvia gave her a hug and ran off.I motioned to some of the staff, two women, and told Jenna to strip. All she bothered to put on was shorts and a pullover top, no underwear. She was naked in front of the team and staff almost before what she had agreed to was able to fully sink in. I caught the team looking our way, smiles on their faces. They had personal experience with how quickly I could get someone comfortable about nudity and sexual playing. I smiled back at them and winked. I ran the mantra through my head several times, though … no sex, no sex, no sex …I was on the bench we used to get me into position. The harness was between me and the bench surface. The straps were loosely fastened and I nodded for them to work the horse’s cock into me, just the flared end. At that moment, I saw dark brown legs next to me. I looked out and up to find Jenna. Her eyes were wide in wonder and skepticism. I knew she didn’t believe that big cock could get into me or any other woman. Everyone thinks that until they see it happen.I pointed down my body, “Go ahead, help them if you want.” Her mouth dropped open without anything coming out. Her eyes were big, but she did it, as if merely following my instructions, moving by my remote control. I felt a new hand on my ass cheek. My legs were sticking up alongside the horse, loosely fastened in the harness. The few inches of loose room between me and the horse afforded only slight viewing during this preparation. Looking to the side I found Jenna kneeling next to my hips, her hand on me. Her eyes went wide and I strained to see down my body and gasped as I not only felt the mushroom end being folded and forced into my stretching pussy, but also seeing Jenna’s hand actively assisting. I hoped she wouldn’t think I broke my promise to her by encouraging her to touch this cock. She turned her head and made eye contact with me. She mouthed WOW and blew me a kiss.When it came time, Jenna walked me out through the tables proudly, walking with her back straight and her stride even and confident. She touched my hand as I held onto the straps and smiled down to me. I smiled back at her, but my smile was mixed with my mounting orgasm as the horse took each of its steps. It must have been having Jenna with me, guiding the horse around the inside of the circle that made the difference this time. Before we made it around the circle, before Dor was ready to jump onto the horse, I came. My body shook underneath the horse and I wailed out my orgasm taking the team by surprise more than anyone else. Nobody else knew what to expect but the team knew from past experience.By the time Dor took her position on top of the horse and we concluded that part of the pageant with the horse standing on its two rear legs, once again orgasming violently, I was a weak, wilted, body needing more support than usual at the end. But, it wasn’t the end. Not with Preta out there waiting for his signal.I took a few extra minutes than normal to get myself together. The guests all standing in their applause of our show. This was the part that always worked to perfection, adding surprise and stunning significance as they came to realize what mating with Preta must be like. But, tonight it came off better than ever before. Jenna didn’t know what was planned. She innocently stood alongside me, her arm around my body for support as the applause continued.She turned to me and I turned my head to her and she stunned me. She brought her hand up to my face and kissed me full on the lips. I mouthed ‘thank you’ and whistled. She looked at me puzzled. The next moment we heard a scream to the side, directly in line with her view beyond me. I knew she saw Preta, a black, large panther, flying through the air between two of the tables. Even though she had spent much of the afternoon with him in the cottage, the sudden appearance of him flying towards us caused her shrink back, pulling me in front of her. It was the perfect reaction to allow the guest to hold onto the idea that it was more than an act, despite having seen me with him and Wolf upon their arrival.Jenna also provided a convenient reason for me to stumble, our feet becoming entangled and both of us falling to the ground. I made sure Jenna had scrambled out of the way, seeing Tami and Amy pulling her to her feet before I turned my attention to Preta, scooting myself backward on my butt. I was looking left and right, appearing nervous and desperate, but allowing him to get ever closer. In a sudden move intended to appear like desperation, I turned onto my hands and knees to crawl away. Preta, however, knew what to do with me in that position and he was on my back in an instant.At that moment, Sylvia directed the guests’ attention to the final picture in the folder, drawing attention to the barbed cock that was at that moment abruptly penetrating my gaping and overly saturated pussy. I was to find out later, sitting with the team for our customary wine after the presentation, that when she realized what had happened, Jenna slapped Amy’s arm which she had put around her for ‘protection’. Jenna turned away from the guests, however, and laughed at herself as the other joined in.Jenna was sharing my bed for the one evening. It seemed innocent enough when I first suggested it. Now that it was time for going to bed so we had some rest before traveling to Agency’s secret facility in the morning, I wondered just how innocent it was going to feel. I tried to ignore that feeling, though, returning to my mantra … no sex, no sex, no sex. I didn’t think anything about it when I climbed into bed naked after showering … mating with three b**sts can make a mess of a girl …Jenna came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. She stopped and looked at me. I was resting with my upper back against the headboard, reading from my Kindle. I glanced at her, sensing her watching me. I turned quickly back to her, “Sorry, Jenna, I … I always sleep naked. I didn’t think … would you prefer I put on a tee-shirt or something?”She continued looking at me, a wry smile taking hold of her mouth. She didn’t verbally respond, but dropped the towel and crawled under the top sheet. I turned off the Kindle and turned out the light. It seemed incredibly awkward lying quietly in the dark. I could feel her next to me and I knew she felt the same, but neither of us moved or said anything. I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled to my side, my right arm sliding over her body, the sheet separating our touch.“Jenna … is it okay? I feel a need, a desire, to cuddle. I promise … nothing more.”She turned to me, slipping her hand under the sheet, and sliding it over my bare side. “And, what if I want more? This evening was incredible, Annie. I think I am ready to discover more of what life can offer …”I moved my hand to her cheek, leaned forward and kissed her lips. I looked into her eyes in the near dark, my improved vision giving me the advantage. I kissed her, again. My hand moved down her shoulder and upper arm to her side and stopped at her hip, all under the sheet, feeling her soft, bare skin fresh from the shower. I was sooooo tempted. I wanted this. I wanted her. I wanted to show her exactly what thrills awaited her, not just from mating with man or a****l, but what a woman could give her. I wanted it so much.But … I promised her. No sex. Even if it disappointed her … and me … no sex. Not this day or night. I promised.I kissed her lips softly, again. “No, not this time. Jenna, if it is meant to be, there will be another time. I want you to want it, want me, without these outside stimulations.” She put her face into my shoulder. “I do want to cuddle, though.”She turned to put her back to me and for a moment, I was afraid. Then … she wiggled back into me, pressing her bare back into my bare front, squeezing my breasts into her. She took my right hand and pulled it over her side and hugged it to her. I pressed my hips into her and she responded by pressing her ass into me. She hugged my hand t hard. She moved it to her right breast and instinctively I squeezed and fondled. I caught myself and she held my hand in place, not allowing it to be removed. I hugged her back and held her tightly to me. My breathing became ragged, but not as much as hers. Soon, I was shocked …“Oh … dear Annie … Ohhhhh … mmmmmmm …” She shuddered in my arms and buried her face into the pillow but never relinquished her hold on my arm around her. “OH GOD! YES …. Mmmmmmmmm, yessssss.”She confessed to me the next morning. That was her first orgasm.* * * CHAPTER 4: TESTED will follow * * * Thanks for reading

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