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Women's Health Issues 101

By: cafetray



Cindy cringed, caught herself and tried to suppress her expression. Her roommate Andrea was kissing her girlfriend Tara goodbye before the two of them (Cindy and Andrea) went off to class. Andrea had seemed content to leave it at a gentle smooch, but Tara had gone in for a second, deeper kiss. Andrea happily returned the gesture.

"Come by my room after class?" Tara asked when the two finally came up for air.

"Definitely!"

"I'll be waiting," Tara said. "So long, Cindy."

"Bye Tara," Cindy and Andrea started walking for the campus' science building.

"Sorry," Andrea said sheepishly.

"You don't have to be."

"I know you don't approve."

"It isn't that." And it wasn't. The problem was Cindy just didn't understand. When they'd first come to college the semester before, Andrea had a boyfriend she'd seemed crazy about. He'd helped her moved in and was such a nice guy about it. And he was awfully cute to boot. Then two months later, Andrea had just dropped him with no explanation and taken up with Tara. Cindy considered herself neither a prude nor narrow-minded though she had no interest in other women. Ultimately it wasn't any of her business who Andrea was sleeping with. It was just none of it made any sense. "We've had this conversation before. Let's just forget it."

"Okay," Andrea was perfectly happy to cut her losses. She switched the topic with enthusiasm, "You are going to love this class!"

"You keep telling me that."

"Professor Sawyer is the best teacher I've ever had."

"You keep telling me that also," Cindy said slyly. She had no idea what Andrea was getting so worked up over; "Women's Health Issues" sounded like a pretty run of the mill class. An important issue, to be sure, but nothing she hadn't already learned in her gym classes back in high school. But Andrea had begged her to come to a class and see what it was all about and she wouldn't let it go. Cindy had finally agreed to sit in on a class just to get Andrea off her back.

"You'll see," Andrea said with a bit of slyness herself. The pair had reached the science building and Cindy tried the first door she saw. It was locked.

"All the doors are locked this time of night," Andrea explained. "We have to go in around the back."

Andrea led the way. As they finally entered the building, Cindy thought about how strange it seemed that a three hour class like this one would begin at 8pm. It was dark already and it would be pitch black by the time they got out. The next thing she found odd was the students themselves. There were 15 or so girls in the classroom, spread evenly between upper and lower-class women. She would have expected a 100 level course like this one to have mainly lower-class women. And though she didn't know any of them (except Andrea, of course) she recognized all the students. She'd have to have been blind not to recognize them because they were all traffic stopping beautiful, every single one of them. Cindy understood why Professor Sawyer wouldn't allow boys in this class.

Not that Cindy felt intimidated in any way. She was hot and she knew it with her high cheekbones, long, straight brown hair, round, upturned breasts, firm ass and long legs. She never dwelled on her beauty, but she was certainly glad to have it. It made life a little easier. Andrea fit right in as well. Tara certainly didn't seem to have any complaints about petite blonde's tight little body.

Andrea led Cindy to the front of the class where an older woman sat, "Professor Sawyer, this is my friend Cindy, the one I told you about."

Professor Sawyer stood and offered a hand, "Wonderful. Cindy it is so nice to finally meet you."

Cindy examined the woman while they shook. She guessed her age in the early or mid 30's, a little young to be a professor. And she certainly didn't dress like any of Cindy's other teachers. Professor Sawyer was wearing a tight, sleeveless, snow white blouse and a daringly short plaid skirt. Her sandy brown hair was pulled back into two loose ponytails. Cindy couldn't help but notice the Professor was built like an older version of herself; she could only hope she looked as good when she was Sawyer's age.

"Andrea tells me you want to audit the class," Professor Sawyer asked.

"Ummm, yeah," Cindy said weakly.

"Well, we have room for one more so if you like what you see, getting you in won't be a problem."

"Okay."

"And now's as good a time to get started as any, so ladies, take your seats." The students immediately settled into their desks. Professor Sawyer grabbed a chair and placed it near her desk, away from the other girls. "Cindy, you can sit here."

Cindy took the seat, feeling a little self-conscious sitting at the head of the class. Reaching into her satchel, Professor Sawyer pulled out a metallic grey orb. She placed the orb on her desk, and pressed a small button on the top. Immediately, the orb gave off a soft, soothing hum.

"Everyone, start your meditation," Professor Sawyer instructed, then turned to Cindy. "We deal with some intimate topics in this class, and not everyone is comfortable discussing them. So we begin each class with a few minutes of meditation to get everyone calm and relaxed. Just place your hands on your knees, breath deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth and try to let you body relax and your mind empty."

Cindy looked around. Everyone had already assumed their meditation posture, the only sound was that of 15 girls breathing in and out in unison. Cindy shrugged skeptically. She'd tried meditation before and it never seemed to work. But what was the harm in trying again? Cindy did as she was told.

The hum from the orb definitely seemed to help. She was surprised to find that she was starting to feel more relaxed, almost like she were drifting off to sleep. She recognized the sensation, accepted it and let it sweep over her like warm water. She twitched slightly on occasion as the tension left her body. Even if she got nothing else out of this class, she realized, this alone would be worth the time spent.

"And you're slowly waking ... slowly waking ... slowly waking ... now," Sawyer instructed. The girls blinked their eyes and looked around, blissful smiles on all their faces. Cindy was amazed to see that 25 minutes had passed.

Sawyer leaned against the front of her desk, "Ladies, we've examined a number of topics and techniques over the course of last semester and this, and I think some review might be in order."

Cindy nodded. She couldn't count how many times in her short college career she'd walked into class with absolutely no idea what she was supposed to be doing, no matter how much she'd studied. She wished more of her professors would stop every now and then, just like this, to let her catch up.

"So, I'm going to need a volunteer," Sawyer continued. Cindy had to stop herself from raising her hand, much to her surprise; not that it made a difference. Every hand in the class shot up but one girl, a tall, buxom with straight black hair down to the small of her back, took it a step further. Not waiting to be called on, the girl rose from her seat and stepped to the front of the class. Once again, Cindy was impressed. There had to be something special going on here if everyone was so eager to participate. Maybe Andrea had been right? But then again, the subject was so been-there-done-that.

"Thank you Tiffany," Professor Sawyer smiled. "We've spent quite a bit of time discussing the risk of disease involved by having sex with men. You all know what they are and their consequences, so I don't need to go over them here. Even if you take precautions, the only sure protection is abstinence."

Cindy thought that over. Professor Sawyer was right, of course, and no one had ever made clear all the dangers the way she had. AIDS, hepatitis, herpes, warts, not to mention all the other diseases floating around out there that she couldn't think of. Men were just one big disease vector. Still, guys did have their uses, and it wasn't like they were trying to give women all their nasty diseases (most of them at least). And Cindy sure didn't like the sound of "abstinence".

"But you're all normal, healthy girls with normal, healthy urges, and no one expects you to go without," Sawyer continued as if she'd read Cindy's mind. "One of the options available to you is masturbation. In the past we've discussed various techniques and places on your body you can stimulate to give yourself pleasure. I want to emphasize again there is no one size fits all method for masturbation. Only you can decide what works best for you, using the techniques we've gone over will help you decide what works best. Tiffany, why don't you show the class what works for you?"

"What an empowering message," Cindy marveled. She was responsible for her own orgasm, not some guy. And she could do it herself and not have to risk getting a disease or pregnant or anything like that. She never realized masturbation could be so liberating, and made sure to watch Tiffany's technique closely. With a smile, Tiffany draped her right arm across her chest, the forearm support the right breast and the hand coming to rest on the left breast. Slowly, lightly she began raking her fingernails along her t-shirt, over the nipple. Tiffany softly sighed and cooed as her nipples hardened, asserting themselves through her shirt. The nipples plainly visible now, Tiffany tightened her arm across her chest, crushing her breasts together. Her hand motions changed also, she was now actively grabbing and pulling at the whole breast. She squatted ever so slightly and widened her stance; her free hand came at rest between her legs, her fingers rubbing gentle circles over her green cargo pants. A sympathetic gasp came from one of the seated girls, Cindy couldn't tell which one. Her eyes never left Tiffany.

"Even though Tiffany seems to be doing quite nicely on her own," Professor Sawyer broke in, "it's a fact that some women have difficulty bringing themselves to climax. In situations like that, one advantage a female partner has over a male is that she will be much more attuned to your needs.

Sawyer's eyes scanned the classroom, "Elina, Tiffany has given us all some clues as to what her body likes. I want you to interpret those clues and apply the techniques we discussed last semester in the "Pleasing Your Partner" section."

One thing that Cindy liked about Professor Sawyer's style was that the older woman never seemed to be lecturing. She simply posited a scenario and allowed the students to arrive at a solution. Elina was obviously a top student as she arrived at the solution very quickly. She was tall and well built, like Tiffany, but with auburn hair that had been expertly styled and almond shaped blue eye. Cindy had seen her around campus more than once, always dressed and accessorized to perfection.

Elina strode quickly for Tiffany, the heels of her shoes clicking as she went. Once there, Elina pulled Tiffany's t-shirt up and over the breasts, pulled down the bra cups and wrapped her lips around a stiff nipple. Tiffany's right hand was now pressed into the back of Elina's head, her left hand now rubbed all the more vigorously between her legs.

Professor Sawyer asked, "So, Tiffany, is that what you wanted Elina to do?"

"Yes," Tiffany answered through a sharp intake of breath.

"And how is she doing?"

"Nice!" Tiffany gasped.

"Very good, excellent work Elina. And class, I want you to note something else Elina has done," Professor Sawyer gestured towards Elina's waist. The auburn haired girl had undone the front of her jeans, pulled down the zipper and inserted her hand into her panties. Her fingers did their work furiously. "Just because you are giving your partner pleasure means you have to ignore your own wants and needs. Intercourse is a mutual exchange, and as we've discussed in the past, this exchange is much more easily facilitated in female/female encounters. By attending to her own needs, Elina is better able to meet Tiffany's needs."

Cindy's head jerked back in surprise. She'd never thought of it like that, but now that she did, she realized Professor Sawyer was right. It made perfect sense that another girl would know better what she wants than some stupid, disease ridden man. What an eye-opening night this was turning into!

"Just out of curiosity, Tiffany ... can you reach climax just through stimulation of your breasts?" Sawyer asked. The black haired girl was too far gone to speak. Her eyes clamped shut, biting on her lower lip, all Tiffany could do was nod. Cindy was so glad she'd had a chance to participate in the meditation session at the beginning of the class. Normally she would have been uncomfortable talking about or watching this sort of thing, like she was whenever Andrea was Tara. But that session had put her in just the right frame of mind. Maybe she'd been a little too hard on those two ...

"Lucky girl," Sawyer smirked, then turned to the rest of the class. "But not all of us are as sensitive as Tiffany here and need some sort of additional stimulation to reach climax. Let's see ... Gracie!"

A short Asian girl with long black hair, impossibly large breasts and a bitchy, pouty face stood and walked to the front of the class. Cindy watched her as she moved, thrilled that she'd been chosen for the next phase of the lesson.

"Gracie, I want you to finish what Tiffany and Elina have started. You're free to use any technique you're comfortable with," Professor Sawyer instructed.

Gracie stepped over to Elina and Tiffany, then dropped to her knees. Automatically, Elina took a step backwards to give Gracie room. Gracie slipped in between the other two girls and efficiently unbuttoned Tiffany's pants. Using both hands, she pulled down the pants and panties in one motion. Tiffany's pubic hair was trimmed very close, which allowed Cindy an almost perfect view of the wet and swollen pussy. The scent that filled Cindy's nose made her tingle. Gracie began by lightly kissing all around Tiffany's wet quim, only occasionally dragging her tongue along the slit.

More than ever, Cindy was glad for that meditation session at the beginning of class. If what Elina was doing to Tiffany would have made her uncomfortable, what Gracie was doing would have sent Cindy running out of the room. Now she realized it was really just part of the college experience. This is what it was all supposed to be about, students working collaboratively in the pursuit of knowledge, all the while under the watchful gaze of a benevolent and wise professor. To this point, too much of her college career had been spent in mind numbing cram sessions for professors who either didn't know how to or didn't care to explain what the hell they wanted or expected. And for fun, all it seems she ever did was go to frat parties where she spent most of her time avoiding horny drunk guys. Guys ... pawing at her with their disease encrusted hands. The thought of it made her want to throw up. No wonder Andrea had dumped her boyfriend. Speaking of Andrea, Cindy made a note to thank her roommate for talking her into coming to this class. She was learning so much.

Tiffany was really grinding her pussy into Gracie's face, grunting and panting as she went. The Asian girl didn't seem to mind at all. Elina's hips traced circles in the air as she tried to force her fingers as deep into her liquid cunt as they would go. Her mouth was absolutely devouring Tiffany's beautiful breasts. Cindy now accepted that Tiffany's breasts were beautiful, lickable, suckable, rest your head and take a nap on them-able, rub your naked cunt on them until you scream-able. And it wasn't just Tiffany's tits that were starting to look good to Cindy. Then again, it wasn't just Tiffany that was starting to look good to Cindy.

Professor Sawyer sided up to Cindy, "Beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes," Cindy breathed.

"They're three of my best students," Sawyer explained. "But I have an outstanding class this year. They're all good students."

"They have a great teacher."

"My, aren't you sweet," Sawyer smiled. Cindy felt herself melt. "So, do you think you have what it takes to join our little class?"

"Definitely!"

"I think so also. Go by the Registrar's office tomorrow, get the form and bring it to me to sign."

"I will."

"But before I sign it, there are two things you have to do for me."

Cindy scrunched up her face, "What?"

"You'll fill the class up for this year, but I'll be offering it again next year. I want you to give me the names of some girls you know that could benefit this class."

Cindy's ticked the names and faces off in her mind. Her cousin Maggie was coming to this school next year, and her best friend from high school Leigh was thinking about transferring. And they were both really hot.

A scream from Tiffany brought Cindy back into the here and now. The tall brunette's body shook with ecstasy as Elina's and Gracie's combined assault pulled the orgasm out of her body. Spent, Tiffany sank slowly to the floor, Elina and Gracie supporting her as she sat. Once Tiffany was settled, the three traded long, deep tongue kisses back and forth.

"All right Ladies," Sawyer called out. "Choose a partner and practice what you just saw for yourselves."

Cindy watched with amazement, and some longing, as the students began disrobing. She found Andrea, locked in a deep kiss with a lithe Indian girl, the two practically fighting to get the other's clothes off.

"What was the other thing?" Cindy asked.

"The other thing is my favorite thing," Professor Sawyer smiled. "I want you to take a little pre-test, prove to me you can do the work, if you know what I mean."

Cindy knew exactly what she meant and reached for her soon to be professor. Sawyer took a step back and said, "But all the other girls are naked."

Cindy looked around. It was true. And if all the others were naked, obviously that meant she should be also. She knew that how she did on this pretest would decide whether she got in this class, and she was determined to pass with flying colors. She began by slipping her sneakers off, then unbuttoning her jeans. Slowly she slid the denim down her legs. As she straitened up, she grabbed hold of her sweatshirt, pulling that off in a single, sweeping motion. Down to her matching yellow bra and panties, Cindy stood up straight, making sure to push her chest out. She wanted Sawyer to see how hot she was, especially the wet spot between her legs. She couldn't ever remember feeling so soaked down there.

"Very nice," Professor Sawyer purred. "Now show me the rest."

Cindy smiled, so far so good. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Now that her breasts were free she realized how hard and tight her nipples felt. She tweaked them with her index finger and thumb, flinching at the exquisite sensation. Sawyer licked her lips appreciatively. Cindy locked eyes with her professor, hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and slowly shimmied the garment down. As she stood before her professor, her fingers lightly strummed her hardening clit.

"Ohhh, Cindy, I think you are going to fit right in here," Sawyer said. "Now show me what you've learned so far tonight."

The girl took a step forward, then reality hit, "I've never done this before. I don't know what to do."

Sawyer smiled sympathetically, "Just look around and try what the other girls are doing. Other than that, just do whatever it is you like done to you and follow your instincts. You'll be fine."

"She's such a great teacher," Cindy thought. So supportive and inspiring. Looking around the room Cindy saw that her Professor was right; the other girls were doing all sorts of things that gave her all sorts of ideas. Elina and Gracie were 69'ing, with Gracie on top, as Tiffany looked on casually stroking herself. Two girls were standing nearby rubbing their pussies on the other's thigh, two others lying on the floor had intertwined their legs and were pressing their cunts together as they sawed into each other. Andrea was bent over a desk, gripping the edges with all her strength as the Indian girl licked her out from behind. Cindy was fascinated by how Andrea's breasts pressed against the desktop. Once again, Cindy thought of Andrea's ex. He really was a nice guy, and he'd been heartbroken when Andrea had dumped him. That was sad, of course. Cindy never liked the idea of nice people being sad, but now she understood. Andrea was only doing what she had to do. It was so obvious now. Why had it taken her so long to figure that out? All around her were the sights and sounds and smells of female love, so clean and natural and beautiful. She'd learned more in this one class than she had in all of her previous 18 years. Now she was going to put those lessons into practice.


Women's Health Issues 101 Ch. 02



Part II - A Surprise Visit

The knock on the door caught Cindy off guard. She hadn't been expecting anyone, let alone the person she saw when she opened the door.

"Mom?"

"Hi honey," Madison smiled.

Cindy squealed with joy and stepped into the hall to give her mother a big hug. She got her second surprise when she saw who her mother had brought along.

"Holly? Laurie?"

"Hey," Cindy's sisters replied in unison.

The four women laughed and shouted with glee as they wrapped each other up in a group hug. After a few moments, Cindy broke the hug to shepherd her visitors into her room.

"A friend of mine had this room when we were freshmen," Laurie smiled. She'd graduated two years ago. Holly, Cindy's younger sister by two years, would in all likelihood be going to this same school in two years herself.

"Yeah, I love it. I have a great view and it's close to the bathroom," Cindy said. "So what are you guys doing here?"

"Well," Madison explained, "none of us had plans for the weekend, so we thought we'd drive up and surprise you."

"I'm definitely surprised. Let me show you around, not that there's a lot to see," Cindy said. It was a single room, so there most definitely wasn't a lot to see. Cindy pointed out all of her roommates things. She went out of her way to show her Mom all of her books and all the work those books were generating. Cindy's parents were paying 100% of her college costs and she wanted to make them feel like they were getting their money's worth.

"Cindy, we brought some food up for you. It's back in the car. Why don't you help me bring it up?" Madison suggested.

"Sure. No problem," Cindy turned to her sisters. "Make yourselves comfortable. I think I have some Diet Cokes in the fridge."

Madison and Cindy took the stairs down to the ground floor. The car was near the front door, and the two divided up the grocery bags. Cindy was ready to head back up, but her Mom stopped her.

"There's another reason we came up this weekend," Madison said quietly.

Cindy recognized that tone. Something was wrong, "What's up?"

"Do you remember Miriam Johnson?"

She had to think about that, "She's your friend from work, right?"

"Right. Did you know she has a niece that goes to this school?"

Cindy shrugged, "I had no idea."

"Well, she does," Madison said seriously. "Miriam was up here a couple weeks ago and took her niece to dinner."

Cindy nodded.

"She said she saw you at the restaurant."

"Did she? She didn't say anything."

"That's because," Madison spoke softly, but firmly, "she says you were at your table making out with another girl."

Cindy gulped. She knew exactly what her Mother was talking about.

"Cindy, I'm not a bigot. What people do with their lives is their business. But we raised you better than that. You know your father and I disapprove of that sort of thing."

"Mom, that is so not what happened ..."

"So it was you?"

"Yes, it was. I was there with my friend Gracie. It was her birthday. I gave her a gift and she gave me a thank you kiss. We weren't making out," Cindy replied and everything she'd said was true. Up to a point. It had been a single kiss. But they'd both lost control and that kiss had turned into something long, deep and wet. But still, it had only been that one kiss, and that's obviously when Miriam Johnson had seen them. Just bad luck, really.

"That isn't what Miram said."

"I don't care what Miram said, I told you what happened." Madison looked anything but convinced. "Look, I'll tell you what. I was going over to Gracie's tonight for dinner anyway. Why don't you and Holly and Laurie come along, and you can see for yourselves that you don't have anything to worry about."

Madison thought it over, "Okay, we'll do that. But I'm warning you right now ... if I don't like what I see over there, the next conversation you and I have will be about your going to school somewhere a little closer to home."

With that, Madison picked up her bags and walked away. Cindy was stewing. Even if her parents were paying her way through college, they had no right to tell her how to live her life. And she wasn't hurting anyone. She beat back her anger. Making decisions while angry was a good way to make bad decisions. She took two deep breaths, and let them out slowly. The she pulled out her cell phone and called Gracie.

"Hey baby, you still coming over?" Gracie cooed when she realized who was on the line.

"Yeah, but we got a problem," Cindy answered. "My Mom and sisters are here. They know about us, and they aren't happy."

"Uh-oh. What are you going to do?"

"I need you to call Professor Sawyer. Have her meet us at your place, and have her bring a couple of the control orbs. Then call a couple of the girls and have them get to your place as quick as they can."

"What do you have in mind?"

Cindy smiled, "I just want to convince Mom, Holly and Laurie that things aren't as bad as they think."

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Gracie's place was within easy walking distance of Cindy's dorm. She greeted her guests at the door, dressed in loose fitting jeans and white blouse. She invited everyone in and directed them to the living room. As soon as Cindy stepped in, she could hear the hum of the control orbs, so relaxing and reassuring. It made her wet everytime she heard it.

Apparently, Holly heard it also, "What's that noise?"

"A neighbor of mine is into Ham Radio," Gracie explained. "Apparently, his antenna isn't grounded right, or something like that. I don't really understand it, to be honest. All I know is when he turns it on, the speakers to my stereo make that noise. Don't worry, you won't even notice it after a while."

Professor Sawyer waited in the living room, sipping a glass of wine. Cindy took care of the introductions.

"You must be very proud, Madison," Professor Sawyer said. "Cindy is one of my best students."

"Thank you," Madison answered sincerely. "My husband and I are proud of all of our children."

Professor Sawyer looked the three sisters, and their mother, over very closely. Holly and Laurie were long and lean. Cindy had obviously inherited her more curvy, buxom figure from her mother. All of them had dark blond/light brown hair, though the sisters wore theirs long. Madison's was short and permed. All of them were absolutely beautiful. It was, Professor Sawyer thought, going to be a fun night.

"The Ziti's going to need another 30 or 40 minutes to bake, so why don't we all sit down and get comfortable," Gracie suggested. "Madison, can I get you a glass of wine?"

"That would be very nice."

Gracie returned promptly with the wine, and took a seat well away from Cindy. Madison chatted amiably with Professor Sawyer and Gracie.

"So far, so good," Cindy thought, watching her Mom and sisters for any sign.

She didn't have long to wait. She noticed it first with Laurie, who began squirming slightly, as if she were having trouble getting comfortable.

"Is it hot in here," Holly suddenly asked, tugging slightly at the collar of her sweater.

"Yeah" Laurie agreed.

"The boiler isn't great," Gracie apologized, "and sometimes it goes a little crazy. It'll stop eventually."

The small talked continued: School, classes, grades. Laurie mentioned the small promotion she'd just got at the PR firm she worked at. Holly talked about how much she was looking forward to college. There was a knock on the door and Gracie told whomever it was to come in. Two girls entered.

"Hey," Gracie greeted them. "These are my friends Dana and Kate. Dana and Kate, this is Cindy's Mom and sisters. You guys come for that syllabus?'

"Yup," Kate answered.

"It's in my room, but we're going to eat dinner in a little bit, and we've got plenty. You want to stay?"

"Sure!"

"You know, Dana, Laurie there works in PR."

"That's my major," Dana enthused. She walked slowly to Laurie, her slim hips and large breasts swaying as she moved. When she sat down, a little closer to Laurie than she needed to, she tossed her head and shook her thick, auburn/brown hair out of her face.

Kate took the only other space available, squeezing herself into the love seat with Holly. Kate was as graceful and slender as Dana was chesty, with long, wavy brown hair, freckled face, a wide, sensuous mouth and crystal green eyes. Holly stared at her with something just short of wonderment.

Madison's gaze drifted from Dana's breasts to Kate's incredible ass. She was vaguely aware that her nipples her becoming hard, though she had no idea why. She was more concerned with the question of how two women could possibly be so beautiful.

Cindy watched the scene with growing amusement and confidence. Dana and Laurie chatted about working in PR. At one point Laurie said something that made Dana laugh, and Dana rested her hand on Laurie's thigh as she chuckled. Laurie's only response was to close her eyes and shudder. She didn't move Dana's hand.

Madison watched closely as that hand slid slowly and daringly up Laurie's thigh. Bizarrely, Madison found herself wishing it were her thigh the hand rested upon. It was against everything she ever thought she believed, but she was going to need help scratching the itch now spreading across her entire body. A small part of her scolded this was precisely the kind of behavior she'd come up here to warn Cindy against, but the rest of her had long since given into the truism that a girl has to do what a girl has to do. The problem was, she had no idea what to do.

Laurie jumped up as if she'd been touched by an electrical wire.

"I have to use the bathroom," she blurted.

"Is it okay if I go with you?" Dana asked sweetly. "I have so many questions I want to ask you about your job."

Laurie nodded yes impatiently, then took off in the direction indicated by Gracie at a brisk walk. Dana followed slowly, taking her time, a confidant smile across her face.

Madison felt all aflush. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. She looked at her wine glass and saw her hand was actually trembling. She looked over at Holly, who seemed every bit as flustered. The teen had slipped a hand between her legs and was clenching her thighs shut. Madison almost told her to stop, but managed to keep quiet. If she thought she could get away with it, she'd be doing precisely the same thing, and maybe a little bit more. Instead, she considered cutting the visit short. It was obvious she, Laurie and Holly were in no condition for dinner. But, she realized, that would be totally unfair to Cindy. She'd promised she'd give Gracie a chance. And none of this, after all, was Gracie's fault. Gracie had been so polite, so kind, so gracious ...

" ... so bedable, so kissable," Madison thought. She was now convinced Cindy had been making out with Gracie in that restaurant. How could she not have been? Now she wondered what kind of kisser Gracie was. "With lips like those, I'll bet she's great."

Gracie glanced at her watch, "I'm going to check on the ziti. It should be just about ready."

As Gracie stood, she tripped and fell against Madison. The older woman sighed softly when she felt Gracie's tits pressed up against her side. Gracie looked Madison deep in the eyes, but made no effort to move, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Gracie," Madison replied, her voice aquiver.

Gracie smiled, "I'll go check on the ziti."

Cindy followed Gracie out.

Madison watched Gracie's saunter out of the room, then finished her wine in one gulp, "Holly."

No answer.

"Holly."

Still no answer.

"Holly!" Madison turned to look. Her youngest daughter was staring into Kate's eyes as the older girl light stroked Holly's hair. The high schooler managed to jerk her gaze away. "Go find your sister and tell her dinner is about ready."

Holly stood up and left. Silence engulfed the room. The trembling in her hand had spread to Madison's entire body. She shivered as if she were freezing to death, only she wasn't freezing, she was hot. Hotter than she'd ever been in her life. She could feel the sweat pouring out of her body, taste it on her lips. She clamped her eyes shut, trying to bring herself back under control. She sensed motion nearby. Opening her eyes again, she saw Kate had stood and, without explanation, followed after Holly. The girl's butt swayed back and forth. Madison looked over to Professor Sawyer, who simply smiled and stood up. Funny how she hadn't noticed it before, Madison thought, but Professor Sawyer had the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes.

"All the better to see me with," Madison realized.

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With equal parts relief and reluctance, Holly had stood. Her legs felt weak and rubbery as she walked down the hall, headed for the bathroom. She was almost happy to find it was empty. Now she could duck in there and get herself off. Her pussy was absolutely on fire, which was odd because she hadn't felt particularly excited on the drive up. This aching need to touch herself had come out of nowhere. She knew she'd be quick, so no one would be the wiser. The perfect crime! She reached into the bathroom and turned on the light, but caught herself at the doorway. Sneaking into a strange bathroom to frig herself WAS a little weird. And she knew that, once she touched herself, it was going to be Kate starring in her fantasy, and that was just wrong. Wasn't it?

A strange noise, low, deep and breathy, shook Holly out of her internal debate. It sounded like it had come from the end of the hall. There were two doors there. One was wide open. That appeared to be where Gracie had set up her office. No one was in there. The other door was mostly closed, open just a crack. Holly quietly pushed the door open.

Laurie sat on the edge of a bed, her feet on the floor. Her blouse, though still on her shoulders, was completely unbuttoned and wide open. Her bra cups had been pulled down, lifting and bunching her breasts together. Her pants and panties had been removed and lay in a pile at the foot of the bed. Laurie's legs were spread wide and in between them, lashing at the soaking wet quim before her, kneeled a totally naked Dana. Holly could see Laurie's stomach muscles flex as she thrust her cunt against Dana's tongue, her belly button piercing seemed to bounce across her abs.

"Oh God, oh yes!!" Laurie panted as she reached down to brush some hair out of Dana's face. "Like that ... just like that ... ohhhh ... my clit ... tongue it ... fuck ... that's good!"

Holly could actually feel her pussy gushing. Then she felt arms around her waist, tugging her sweater off.

"Looks like fun, doesn't it?' Kate whispered. Holly only nodded. "Let's go out in the hall and give them a little privacy."

Kate led Holly out of the room, and pushed her against a wall. She removed Holly's sweater and bra. The air against her hot skin made Holly shiver with joy. She looked down to see her areoles crinkled and her nipples erect. Kate noticed also and immediately applied her tongue to them. Holly could only groan in response. Then Kate's hands were undoing her belt, then unbuttoning her jeans. Holly used her feet to get her sneakers off. Kate slid the jeans down, with Holly wiggling her hips to help them along. Kate straightened up, and the two kissed, Kate's hand slipping under the waistband of Holly's panties.

Holly groaned with pleasure as Kate pulled on her clit. Automatically, Holly's hands dipped under Kate's sweatshirt to knead the small but firm breasts found there. Kate wasn't wearing a bra. She was amazed how hard Kate's nipples were, and she was overcome with a desire to see them. Holly pulled the sweatshirt up as high as it would go, then Kate broke their kiss, stepped back and pulled it the rest of the way off. For good measure, Kate peeled her jeans off as well, leaving her, just like Holly, wearing only a pair of panties.

In the next room, Holly could hear Laurie grunting her way through an orgasm like an animal. Kate laced her fingers around the back of Holly's neck and leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

"Play with my pussy," she whispered.

Using her left hand, Holly slipped two fingers through the leghole of Kate's panties and up her slick cunt. Her thumb rubbed lightly at Kate's clit. Holly wasn't exactly sure of what she was doing, but she was pretty sure she would have liked this sort of treatment, and that seemed like a pretty good place to start. Apparently, Kate thought so also as she planted kisses along Holly's neck and ears, all the while cooing her approval.

"Holly ... yes ... nice and slow ... that's how I like it," Kate sighed. "I can't wait to lick you. I'm going to make you feel so good!"

In the next room, Holly could hear Laurie begging Dana for a taste of pussy.

And that's when it hit Holly. Kate was going to lick her out, and as great as that sounded, she was going to want Holly to return the favor. Fingering Kate's pussy was one thing, she loved how warm and wet the older girl felt. Getting her cunt licked was one thing, that sounded like great fun. But eating pussy herself was another thing entirely. Laurie may have been ready, eager even for that, but Holly wasn't so sure she was ready. She pulled her fingers out of Kate's panties.

"Maybe I should go find my Mom," Holly whispered softly.

Holly expected Kate to be upset or disappointed. Instead the brunette smiled gently, "Okay, let's find her."

Kate took Holly's left hand and licked the index finger clean.

"Mmmm, I taste good," Kate laughed, took Holly's right hand in hers, then led her back to the living room. When she thought Kate wasn't looking, she stuck her thumb in her mouth, sucked on it, and came to the conclusion that, yes indeed, Kate did taste good. It never occurred to Holly to put her clothes back on.

The closer they got to the living room, the more the smell of ziti permeated the air. As they passed the kitchen, Holly snuck a peak. Gracie and Cindy were in there, engaged in a full body kiss, mostly undressed, what little of their clothes remaining hanging loosely off their bodies. Each had a hand jammed between the other's legs. Holly could see the ziti cooling on the counter. It looked wonderful.

As they approached the living room entrance, Holly could see Professor Sawyer still in her chair. The Professor was leaning back with a dreamy smile on her face. Holly couldn't see her Mom anywhere. When she entered the room, she suddenly saw why.

Madison was naked, on her knees and furiously licking at Professor Sawyer's twat.

"Mom?" Holly gasped. Madison cocked her head and opened her eyes, but otherwise stayed on task. "What are you doing?"

Madison lifted her mouth. Her chin was covered with Professor Sawyer's secretions, "Making up for lost time?"

"But you always said ..."

"I was wrong. I was so wrong," Madison breathed in Professor Sawyer's scent, then tenderly kissed her pussy.

Professor Sawyer chuckled silently as she grabbed Madison's head and pushed it back into her crotch. Cindy had told her about Madison's "beliefs". Why was it the ones with the "beliefs" always turned into the most enthusiastic pussy lickers?

"Kate," Professor Sawyer called casually, "show Holly what she's missing."

Kate had moved behind Holly. Now she dropped to her knees and pulled the younger girls panties down. As she did so, she snuck a peak at Madison, who had returned to feasting on Professor Sawyer's cunt. Kate loved how Madison's breasts bounced as her tongue did its work; and the Professor seemed to be very pleased with Madison's technique. No doubt about it, Kate thought, I'm going to have to get me some of that.

Holly allowed Kate to guide her to a recliner. Holly sat, then slung her legs over the arms of the chair, spreading herself wide. Kate knelt infront of her. Holly closed her eyes and braced herself for the coming ecstasy. When it arrived, it turned out to be better than she ever could have hoped.




Women's Health Issues 101 Ch. 02



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Madison held Professor Sawyer close as the two of them watched Holly come down from her orgasm. She made sure to press her tits forward; she could tell how much the Professor loved them. Gracie and Cindy had come out from the kitchen. Gracie hugged Cindy from behind and played with her pussy as they watched Kate work Holly over. Laurie and Dana had just emerged from the bedroom and stood nearby as they kissed. Madison was so happy for her daughters, so happy they'd had their eyes opened at such a young age. As for her, she was just glad her eyes had been opened at all. And she was definitely still young at heart.

"So, Mom," Cindy called, "you still worried about me?"

"Not at all," Madison came over and hugged Cindy. "Thank you so much."

"My pleasure."

"And now," Madison broke the hug and tweaked Gracie's right nipple, "Cindy, you don't mind if your girlfriend gives me a tour of the place, do you?"

"Not at all," Cindy grinned.

Gracie took Madison by the hand and led her down the hall. As they left the room, Madison looked back. Professor Sawyer was pulling Holly off the recliner. Laurie and Kate were already sharing a deep kiss. Cindy was lying on the couch and Dana was preparing to mount her, 69 style. Madison shook with anticipation. She was about to give Gracie the fuck of her lifetime, and she had the whole night to enjoy Dana and Kate. And then there was the rest of the weekend. Maybe Gracie knew a few more girls?



Women's Health Issues 101 Ch. 03



Madison had a full weekend planned. There was the planning committee meeting for the fund raiser, and the PTA meeting, and the brunch, and all the errands and shopping that filled the precious free time of a busy woman. And Friday night was to have been the night she finally closed the deal with that sexy little thing from her daughter's cheerleading squad.

None of that had mattered when Professor Sawyer called to say she needed to see Madison right away. Making Professor Sawyer wait was unthinkable. So Madison had rescheduled the brunch and made sure she had a proxy for the PTA and committee meetings. She called the cheerleader to assure the girl she wasn't canceling, just postponing. She promised the girl they'd still be getting together and that when they did, and here Madison had dropped her voice to its sexiest timbre, she'd make it all worth the wait. The poor girl had moaned, actually moaned with longing and anticipation. It made Madison a little wet imagining the girl slipping her little fingers under her little briefs and frigging herself to the thought of what was to come.

Then Madison got in her car and drove to the upstate campus where Professor Sawyer worked. She made good time to Sawyer's condo. She let herself in and went straight to the bedroom where she knew the Professor waited for her. Sawyer lay naked on the sheets, an array of toys already laid out and waiting. With a moan of her own, not unlike the one the frustrated cheerleader had made, Madison ripped her clothes off and tumbled into bed.

Hours later, sweaty, panting and reeking of sex, Madison lay flat on her back reminding herself yet again how utterly grateful she was to have met Professor Sawyer. The month that had passed since the Professor had changed her with the help of the control orb had been the best of her life. She'd never realized she could be so sexy, or sexual. When Sawyer rose from the bed to walk across the room and retrieve a piece of paper from atop the dresser, Madison watched her with hunger. She didn't think there was anything she wouldn't do for the Professor.

Sawyer walked back over to the bed and sat down. She handed Madison the sheet of paper, "Recognize this?"

It was an advertisement for a musical that was breaking attendance records back home. Madison nodded.

"Your daughter told me your husband sits on the board of directors for that theater."

"That's right."

"So getting me a ticket for a show wouldn't be a problem?"

Those tickets were some of the toughest in town, "No problem at all. When do you want to go?"

"Tomorrow night," Sawyer said. "And I want a VIP tour before the show."

Madison knew she was being used. She didn't care, it made all the hotter, "I'll make a call."

And as Madison expected, it wasn't a problem. It was only after she put her cell phone back in her purse she thought to ask, "Why?"

"Why what?"

Madison suddenly realized her original question could be asked of a lot of things, "Why do you want the tickets? Why did you change me? Why are you doing all of this?"

Professor Sawyer smiled, "Having second thoughts?"

"NO! Of course not, you know that," Madison exclaimed. "I'm just curious, is all."

Normally, Professor Sawyer felt no need to explain herself to her thralls. But she liked Madison. She usually preferred her girls younger, but there was something about the beautiful, formerly prudish, mother of three that touched her where she was tender. She stretched herself across Madison's body and whispered into the woman's ear, "Because I can."

"No, really."

"Yes. Really."

Madison pulled her head back. Sawyer's expression was completely earnest.

"Didn't you ever wonder why I developed the control sphere?"

Madison shook her head, "It didn't seem that important to me."

"Three years ago, the government put out a contract for a new type of non-lethal weapon. They wanted something that could be used for crowd control, the war on terrorism, that sort of thing. The University decided to bid on the contract. They had two projects to choose from," Sawyer explained, "my control sphere and Dr. Rogers' suppression rifle."

"What's a suppression rifle?"

"A complete boondoggle," Sawyer spat. "It's supposed to scramble brain wave activity and render the target unconscious."

"So what happened?"

"The University decided to make their bid with the suppression rifle."

"Why?"

"Oh they had their reasons," Sawyer grumbled. She softly rubbed her pussy against Madison's. "They told me they were uncomfortable with the ethics of mind control. As if messing with brain waves is so above the board. But it looked like a weapon. Point and shoot, that's all they understood."

"But," Madison tingled as she felt Sawyer's body against her own.

"But they were really uncomfortable with me," Sawyer answered. "I have a friend who was on the selection committee and she told me the University didn't think the government would be comfortable with a lesbian in charge of a top secret project."

"So?"

"So now I have a working control sphere and they don't even have a working prototype yet. And I didn't waste all my time and money just to have my project sit on a shelf and gather dust."

Sawyer bent down and kissed Madison, hard and deep, "So you see why I have to use my little invention, don't you? And you see why you have to help me?"

Madison did see. The University's shortsightedness made her so angry, "Of course. Anything you need."

"Good," Sawyer kissed Madison again. Then she got up, went to her closet and pulled out a little black dress.

"I just love the musical theater," Professor Sawyer exclaimed.

Sarah scowled as she walked down the alley to the theater's stage entrance. She took care not to breath through her nose. The alley was always putrid. Technically, she was supposed to use the main entrance; the stage entrance was reserved for the performers. But she was running late and the lobby would be full of audience members by now. And the stage entrance was so close to her office.

Sarah let herself in and went straight for her office, closing the door behind her. First she fired off an e-mail to her boss, apologizing for being late. Then she started on the paperwork that had been left on her desk. As the Director of VIP Services for the theater, a lot of paperwork crossed her desk. After 45 minutes, she stopped reading because she'd noticed two odd things.

First, she was feeling antsy and distracted. She prided herself of her discipline, but right now she was having trouble concentrating. The problems on her commute, the ones that had resulted in her being so late, were obviously bothering her more than she thought. Second, she couldn't hear the show. The audio from the show was piped into her office, as it was piped into the entire backstage area, but all she could hear was a rhythmic hiss of static. Maybe her speaker was shot?

She decided to take a walk. Even though her job was to handle the VIPs, she was the theater's unofficial trouble shooter. When things went wrong, and people didn't know what else to do, they went to Sarah, which was fine with her. It made her feel useful. She would periodically take these walks and try to head off any trouble.

Out in the hall, as she worked her way through the bowels of the theater, she noticed two more strange things. The first was she couldn't hear the show at all. PA or not, she should have been able to hear the music clearly. She looked at her watch. The show should have started some time ago.

The second odd thing she noticed when she checked her watch. Her nipples were standing out! Sure, it had been a while since she'd had a good fuck, but this was ridiculous. She considered going back to her office to get a sweater, but decided what the hell. She had great tits, there was no denying it, and that wasn't anything to be ashamed of. She opened the door that separated the "Staff Only" area from the Lower Lobby.

Everywhere Sarah looked, every chair and couch, along every wall and almost everywhere on the floor, she saw naked women in the various stages of sexual ecstasy. Sarah exhaled with exasperation. All special events were supposed to be coordinated through her, and she hadn't been told anything about this. She'd have to write a memo.

Sarah picked her way carefully across the floor, trying not to step on any of the rutting women. It wasn't easy. The sights, the smells and the sounds were so distracting and tempting, not to mention the fact that not a few of the girls were bumping into her as they had their way with each other. One thing she couldn't help noticing was all the women were beautiful: Young and old, professional and slutty, exotic and girl next door, they all could have starred in anyone's wet dream.

Finally she reached the stairs up to the main level. Two girls were 69'ing at the bottom of the steps. Sarah stepped over them, started up the stairs, did a double take. The girl at the bottom of the 69 was an usher, so why wasn't she working? Them at the top of the stairs, she saw the show's 2d female lead getting fingered by a very young looking girl. So why wasn't she performing?

"This is getting stranger by the minute," Sarah thought as she worked her way upstairs.

It was more of the same in the Main Lobby, with one interesting exception. A beautiful woman in a little black dress sat in a chair, sipping red wine and taking in the sea of bodies around her with a look of obvious satisfaction. On a small table next to the woman sat a near featureless grey sphere. Sarah recognized the sphere was hooked up to one of the wireless broadcast microphones the cast used. The woman in the chair motioned at Sarah.

"Hello there," the woman said coolly to Sarah. "I'm Professor Karen Sawyer. And you are?"

The name reverberated like a gong in Sarah's brain. She couldn't place where she'd heard it before, but she knew this woman was in the very highest echelon of VIPs, "Sarah Helich. I work here."

Sawyer looked Sarah over carefully. She was a big woman, six feet tall, and proportioned accordingly with big, pillowy breasts, wide hips and long legs. Her hair was blond and straight and just barely touched her shoulders. The black, ankle length dress she wore was just tight enough in all the right places, bringing attention to all her womanly curves. All in all, Karen liked what she saw.

"Ahhhh, Ms. Helich, we were worried about you," Karen said. "Your boss says it isn't like you to be late."

"Signal problems on the subway," Sarah explained.

"What a pain!"

Sarah looked around, "What's going on?"

"I'm having a membership drive for a ... shall we call it ... a sororital organization I'm staring."

"Where are the men?"

"Good question. They're in the theater seats, along with the women who aren't appropriate for my little club."

Sarah knew what that meant. Men and unattractive women were out. Made sense to her.

"Would you like to join our little club?" Sawyer asked.

Sarah had another look around, "Absolutely."

"I'm so glad to hear that," Sawyer smiled and Sarah knew she'd made the right decision. "Normally, we'd pair you up with another girl so you can be properly initiated, but I'm fresh out of girls."

Sarah pouted.

"But don't worry," Karen assured her. "We've wired the restaurant next door as well. Just go over there and pick out 3 or 4 girls to bring back over here."

"I can do that."

"I know you can, but this is very important. I'd send Madison to go with you, but she'd rather busy right now," Karen pointed to the floor. A beautiful, busty older woman was lovingly kissing the naked crotch of one of the theater's bartenders. "Whoever you bring back, Sarah, I want her to be very pretty. Not cute, not kind of pretty. I'm talking gorgeous. Clear?"

"Got it," Sarah confirmed. "No problem."

"Great," Karen smiled. "If anyone in the theater or restaurant stops you, just tell them I sent you."

"Okay."

"I know you're going to do a great job," Sawyer said confidently.

"I'll be right back," Sarah made her way across the lobby. She wasn't the least bit worried about finding suitable girls. The restaurant next door was well known throughout town for hiring only the best eye candy around. And Sarah was going over there to check them out, evaluate them, and bring back only the most fuckable ones for Professor Sawyer. It was all so naughty, it made Sarah's pussy twitch.

One of the ushers at the theater's front door tried to stop her, but gave way when Karen's name was dropped. Same story with the bouncer at the restaurant's door. The scene in the restaurant was totally different than the theater. Men and women had not been segregated. Everyone sat at their table with blank, glassy looks on their faces. All were silent; the only noise being a static hiss. It was a little like the same noise in the theater, but not quite. Sarah hadn't eaten here in months. As beautiful as the help was, that's how bad they were at witnessing. But she remembered a really cute Asian girl had been her server that night, and sure enough, she was by the hostess' station looking as luscious as ever. The hostess was pretty hot also, short and thin with perky little tits and blocky eye glasses, so Sarah brought her along as well. To complete the foursome, Sarah selected the two female bartenders, a tall, thin Ethiopian girl with the blackest skin and whites

t teeth Sarah had ever seen and an athletic blond with hair down to her perfect ass. Karen was going to be pleased.

Sarah led her troupe back to the theater's lobby. Once there, she noticed the red headed bartender, the one paired off with Madison, talking to Karen. She wore only a robin egg blue bra and matching panties. She looked like she'd been crying as she tried to put her black work shirt back on.

"Please let me go," the bartender sobbed. "I'm sorry!"

"What's going on?" Sarah asked.

"Back so soon, and you've done so well!" Karen smiled as she examined Sarah's plunder. "Gail here was quite rude to me when I ordered my wine, so now I'm punishing her."

Gail's sobs became noticeable louder. Sarah asked, "How are you punishing her?"

"I made it so she thinks she's still straight, but the site of women having sex turns her on so much she can't control herself. I'll show you. Why don't you arrange our new friends, however you like."

Sarah looked the four girls over. She matched the waitress with the hostess and the two bartenders with each other. As soon as Sarah gave the word, the girls attacked, ripping their clothes off in a frenzy. Naked almost instantly, the four fell to the floor. A gasp arose from behind Sarah. Gail's crying had nearly subsided. Her hand was thrust into her panties, a look of yearning spread across her face.

"Now Sarah," Karen continued. "I want you to lift your dress up so Gail here can get a close look."

Sarah did as she was told, exposing her frilly white panties to Gail's and Karen's view. With her dress bunched up around her chest, she couldn't see her panties, but she guessed they must have been drenched. She couldn't ever remember feeling so wet in her life. Judging from Karen's smile and Gail's groan, she guessed right.

"Gail, honey," Karen purred, "why don't you show Sarah everything you've learned tonight."

Gail's eyes darted desperately between Karen and Sarah's crotch.

"Please Gail," Sarah begged. "I'm going crazy over here."

Slowly, as if she were being pulled, Gail made her way to Sarah, then fell to her knees. Sarah felt tentative hands run up her thighs, thumbs hooking under the band of her briefs. The flimsy garment was peeled away from her gooey pussy. She closed her eyes and grinned, she was so looking forward to having her twat licked.

Gail's lips felt soft and warm on Sarah's pussy. She loved the way the redhead's tongue flicked gently against her clit. It was all so much more wonderful than she expected, but it was still missing something. Luckily, Sarah knew exactly what that something was.

"Karen," Sarah cooed softly.

"Yes."

Sarah ran a hand through Gail's thick hair, "Make her like it."

"Pardon?"

"Gail," Sarah said. "Make her like eating me."

"Of course," Karen smiled, then picked up the mike connected to the control sphere. She whispered some commands. The change in Gail's technique was immediate. Where the redhead had been tentative and meek before, now her pussylicking was bold and confident. Gail's warm tongue lashed again and again against Sarah's hard clit. Sarah was soon thrusting her hips in response. She tossed her head, looking down and to the right. The waitress was grinding her pussy into the hostess's face, squeezing her tits as she went. The hostess had 3 fingers buried into her hot, bald cunt. The two bartenders were engaged in a 69 almost violent in its intensity. Sarah pulled her dress up over her head, then chased it with her bra.

Sarah's head rolled back, and hands rising to knead her breasts and pull at her nipples. A tingle formed in the pit of her belly, slowly and relentlessly. She was going to cum, but not right way. It was going to be big, though, when she did. She groaned deeply, letting Gail know she liked what was being done. Gail got the message and stepped up her assault. She jammed her tongue repeatedly into Sarah's twat, raking it against the clit each time she withdrew. Sarah's legs trembled, partially from standing spread eagled and partially from her impending orgasm.

Someone moved Sarah's hand from her left breast, the fingers replaced by warm lips. It was the Asian hottie. Her lips wrapped around Sarah's nipple and her eyes glinted with gaiety. Her hand gently caressed Sarah's ass, a tiny finger sliding along, then suddenly between, her cheeks. Sarah inhaled sharply at the foreign, but delightful, sensation.

Something pressed against Sarah's right breast. The Ethiopian bartender was rubbing her tits against Sarah's and planting gentle kisses on the blonde's neck. The blond bartender was crawling her way forward, toward Karen's spread legs. The Ethiopian girl was now licking ear.

"I'm in love with your breasts," the ebony girl whispered.

The trembling in Sarah's legs spread to her entire body. She'd never felt so sexy and desirable in her life. And then a switch flipped in her body, connecting all the sensations pulsing from her tits, her ass and her pussy. A whirlwind whipped up in her stomach and the only place it could escape was out her steaming cunt.

"Ohhhhh," Sarah screeched, " Ohhhh ... oh God .... Yes .... Do it .... Uhhhhhh!"

Sarah exploded onto Gail's face, then collapsed to the floor, dragging the waitress down with her. The Ethiopian girl tackled Gail, lapping Sarah's juices off the red head's face. Sarah lay flat on her back, panting. The waitress rolled atop her, pressing their bodies together.

"Fuck, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," she growled. "How do you feel?"

"Incredible," Sarah sighed.

"Then you got to eat me. My pussy's on fire."

Sarah wiggled with anticipation, "Okay."

The waitress slid up Sarah's body, the pussy hovering over head. The lips and close cropped hair were dewy with moisture. The aroma seemed to envelope her. As if in slow motion, she lowered herself to Sarah's waiting tongue.

It was midnight when Madison left the theater. She'd had sex for almost five straight hours, but instead of feeling satisfied, she needed more. Driving home, she pulled out her cell phone and called ahead. She told the girl to be ready.

Madison let herself in. She wasn't worried about the girl's parents being home. They were away for the next few days; that's why Madison had chosen this weekend in the first place. She knew the parents were away because Madison played tennis regularly with the girl's mother. The cheerleader was waiting in her bedroom, naked, her pop-poms held up against her breasts, her hair tied up in two pig tails, a sheet positioned strategically across her pussy. Madison slithered out of her clothes.




Women's Health Issues 101 Ch. 03



"I've been dreaming about this, Mrs. Levitt," the girl whispered.

"Baby, I'm going to take such good care of you," Madison promised.

Sarah scowled as she walked down the alley to the theater's stage entrance. She took care not to breath through her nose. The alley was always putrid. Technically, she was supposed to use the main entrance; the stage entrance was reserved for the performers. But she was running late and the lobby would be full of audience members by now. And the stage entrance was so close to her office.

Sarah let herself in and went straight for her office, closing the door behind her. First she fired off an e-mail to her boss, apologizing for being late. Then she noticed the e-mail her boss had already left her. Sarah was to drop everything and compile a list representative of who'd been at the show the previous Saturday night.

Sarah frowned. She knew why her boss wanted the list. Somehow, a rumor had started that something had happened at the show that Saturday night. Something perverted. Something awful. Of course, no one could say exactly what that something was. Couldn't or wouldn't. It pissed Sarah off to no end; she'd been there that night, of course, and nothing untoward had happened. In fact, as far as Sarah was concerned, it had been the best show in the musical's entire run.

None of that mattered to the rumor mongers, and attendance had suffered. Not a lot, because not everyone was dialed into the rumor network, but enough. No doubt her boss wanted this list so people could start getting the theater's side of the story out there.

Sarah combed through the credit card and season ticket holder records. If they were going to get their testimony out there, she had to make sure the people doing the talking were the most credible, most recognizable names in the city.

After an hour's work, Sarah had a list 117 names long. She looked her handiwork over then, without thought as to why she was doing it, crossed every man off the list. When she was done, the list still had 37 names on it. Even without the men, the list represented a fair selection of the city's power elite. CEOs, CFOs, COOs, newspaper columnists and editors, the Program Director of the city's #1 ranked news radio station, an Oscar nominated actress, a couple state reps, a federal judge, even a key aid to the Governor. Sarah's phone rang.

"Hello Sarah, Karen Sawyer here," Sarah snapped to attention. "I wanted to get to work on that list your boss asked you to put together. How's it coming?"

"I just finished," Sarah replied, grateful she hadn't been later for work.

"Outstanding," Karen enthused. "You were told this list was a top priority?"

"I was."

"Then can you bring it to my hotel room, right away," Karen asked sweetly. "I'm at the Ritz, room 504."

"I can be there in 20 minutes."

"Great. By the way, do you have plans for tonight?"

"No. None at all."

"Then, after you bring the list, why don't you stay and have dinner with me," Karen suggested. "My way of thanking you for your good work."

"I'd like that, thank you, Professor Sawyer."

"Please," Sawyer tut-tutted. "Call me Karen. See you soon."

The Ritz was in walking distance from the theater. In the lobby, Sarah freshened her makeup and smoothed out her clothes. She wanted to look her very best for Karen. Then again, if what she hoped and wanted to happen did happen, she wouldn't be wearing the clothes very long and her make up was going to get messed up anyway. She laughed softly as she entered the elevator. What a great job. She couldn't believe she actually got paid to do this. 



Women's Health Issues 101 Ch. 04



Lisa cast a worried look at the clock on her desk, then went back to her reading. It didn't feel like she'd made much progress, but when she looked up, a whole hour had passed. The fact made her groan ... she'd never finish before Christine arrived. There was no getting around that, so she started plotting contingencies. Maybe if she went light on the drinking, Christine would fall asleep fast when they got back from the bar hopping, and she could sneak a little more work in. She looked at the piles of textbooks and notes on her desk. There were still hundreds of pages to read, then lab notes to organize, and papers to write. She'd never get it all done. But she couldn't let Christine down, either. There was a knock on her door.

"Who is it?"

"Tiffany and Elina."

Two people Lisa didn't want to see. She didn't think much of her floor mates. Too flighty, more concerned about partying than working. Lisa knew the type; only in school to get their MRS degrees. They'd probably work in "sales" or "marketing" after college, just long enough to meet and marry a doctor. Well, Lisa was actually going to be a doctor, so she didn't have the time for these two. She didn't bother looking up from her text, "Not right now, I am really busy!"

The door swung open and the two girls entered. Lisa had to actually bite her tongue to keep from screaming at them. She was a bitch. She knew it and she embraced it; her "bitchiness" drove her ambition. It helped her separate the people who could help her from the people who couldn't. Tiffany and Elina definitely fell into the latter category. Then again, she had made a New Year's Resolution to work on her people skills.

"We're so sorry," Tiffany began, and she really did sound apologetic. "But I had a question, and it couldn't wait."

Lisa decided to treat this as an early lesson in "bedside manner", "Okay, let's just make it quick. What's up?"

"Didn't you say that friend of yours from high school was coming up this weekend?"

"Christine, yeah?" Lisa vaguely remembered saying something about it to Elina in the bathroom the week before. "She'll be here tonight."

"When," Tiffany asked.

"What's it to you?" Lisa thought. Out loud she said, "I dunno, 2 or 3 hours or so."

"And isn't her Dad the CEO of some really big company?"

Lisa didn't remember mentioning that, "Yeah."

"Which one?"

The Hell? "Mericon."

Elina reached into her pack and pulled out a magazine. Lisa recognized it. It was Forbes, the one with the top 500 list. She whipped it open, "Number 8."

"Perfect," Tiffany purred. The slightly vacant, party girls were gone. The two gave Lisa looks that were harder, colder, sharper. Something had just happened. Lisa had no idea what.

Elina closed the dorm room door, and strode to Lisa's closet. She opened it and rifled through the contents.

"Hey ... HEY!" Lisa yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Picking out something pretty for you to wear for Christine," Elina said. She held up matching, lacy light pink panties and bra that were sheer to the point of being transparent. "Ohhhhh, I bet you look really hot in this!"

Lisa turned to Tiffany, "You two need to leave ... now!"

Tiffany dropped a bag onto the desk, which landed whit a solid thud. She opened the bag, pulled out a grey metallic orb and placed it on top of a book. She pressed a button on the top, and suddenly Lisa was very dizzy.

"Don't worry," Tiffany said sweetly. "In a few minutes everything will be alright."

Christine struggled up the last of the stairs, grateful she'd decided at the last minute not to enroll at this college. Apparently they didn't believe in elevators. She took a moment to catch her breath before stepping into the hall and counting off the doors to Lisa's room.

"Who is it?" she heard Lisa yell in reply to the knock.

"It's me, open up!"

"One sec!"

Christine could hear bussle,like there was more than one person in there, and that they were moving around. It took Lisa forever to answer the door. And when she finally did ...

Lisa was sweaty and disheveled, like she'd been working out. She wore frilly, flowery light pink panties and matching bra that were practically see though. The pink looked awesome on her ebony skin, but t looked like something she'd wear to surprise her man. Lisa squealed with joy and wrapped her friend up in a hug. Lisa's nipples felt like bullets.

"C'mon in," Lisa escorted Christine into the room. "These are my friends Tiffany and Elina."

The smell of incense was overpowering, and there was a strange, soft buzzing noise, like broken stereo speakers. The two girls looked as rumpled as Lisa, but seemed friendly enough. Tiffany was tall and leggy with thick black hair that flowed past her shoulders. And she had really big tits, Christine couldn't help but notice; not even the baggy sweatshirt she wore could hide that. Elina was a "big" girl up there also, but more exotic looking then the "girl next door with big boobs" Tiffany. Elina features were chisled: High cheekbones, almond shaped blue eyes, thin, arched eyebrows. Her brown hair had red highlights and was so perfectly messy Chritine figured she must have spent a fortune to get it styled just so. Elina was, apparently, less shy about her breasts. The t-shirt she wore left little to the imagination. Christine could see her nipples outlined perfectly in the thin material, as well as the stud that pierced Elina's left nip. Christine suddenly realize d she'd been staring. She pulled her eyes away and sat on the nearest bed.

The three other girls began talking at once. How are youDid you have a good tripWhere do you go to schoolHow are things back homeWe're going to have such a great weekendWhat time do you have to head back? It was overwhelming. The drive, the girls, the smell, the buzzing in her ears were starting to get to her. She suddenly felt strange.

Then Lisa was rubbing her knee, "Are you okay? You still want to go out tonight?"

Christine took a deep breath, and noticed the incense again, along with something else, "I'm fine. I just need a minute to rest."

"Okay," Lisa smiled and went back to her banter.

Christine paid no attention. She took another sniff. Normally she loved the smell of pine, but this was completely overpowering. The incense tray was on Lisa's desk, next to some weird looking grey ball. Five sticks were burning. The room was actually becoming a little hazy from the smoke. And there was that something else in the air. It was as if they were burning the incense to cover that something else up. Christine took another sniff. It smelled familiar, it was on the tip of her tongue. Another sniff. She was close now, she was sure she'd figure it out. A long, deep sniff. It smelled like ... kind of like ...

It smelled like pussy!

It all fell into place for Christine. Lisa had been fucking Tiffany and Elina when she'd arrived. It explained everything: why it took so long to answer the door (they'd been getting dressed), why they all looked so flustered (duh!), Lisa's tittie hard on (double duh!), the incense (to cover the smell). Christine did a double take at Lisa.

"Are you sure you're okay?" her friend asked.

"Positive," Christine said a little too loudly. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. There was nothing wrong with any of this, of course, and Lisa was a grown up, even if she'd always seemed so hetro! Sure, the evidence was all circumstantial, but it was compelling. Christine never would have believed it if she hadn't figured it out for herself.

As she calmed down, as she came to grips with it, Christine realized she was okay with it. In a way, she was kind of glad for it. Lisa was always so focused on getting ahead, being the best, securing her future that she never seemed to have fun in the here and now. She never seemed to relax, or take time to be happy. If this made Lisa happy, then Christine was all for it.

But she had limits, and once she realized she started to define them, she also realized Lisa was starting to push them. First was the annoying division of her attention. Lisa was normally so focused, but as she talked, she kept stealing glances at Elina who sat ... lounged actually ... on the bed against the opposite wall. Christine understood, up to a point. Elina was really beautiful, so was Tiffany. Christine didn't go in for all of that, but if she ever changed her mind, Elina and Tiffany were precisely the kind of girls she would have wanted to be with. And to be fair, she could see why those two went for Lisa. She looked really hot in pink. While she wasn't as curvy as her two friends, Lisa had curves enough, and in all the right places. And she had the most adorable little outie belly button. So Christine well understood the attraction all the way around, she just wished Lisa wouldn't be so blatant about it. It made her feel like the proverbial third wheel, even if there were 4 in the room.

Then there were the little things, any one of which was nothing but when put together were annoying. There was the way Lisa kept touching her when she made a point, the way her hand would linger just a little too long, and the way Lisa's hand seemed to land higher up Christine's thigh each time she made a point. And when she wasn't touching Christine, there was the way Lisa was touching herself. She was constantly twirling hair through her fingers, gently raking her nails over her breasts, caressing the inside of her thighs. At one point, while stealing yet another glance at Elina, Lisa's index and middle finger drifted over the little flower sitched into the panties right where the clit would be. Christine couldn't believe such beautiful little ... panties ... could get that wet. Lisa gave herself a little rub, flinched and stifled a moan. Christine looked on in slack jawed amazement.

She looked around the room, hoping for inspiration. Lisa getting flirty with her girlfriend was one thing, but frigging herself right out in the open was totally unacceptable. And if this was how she was going to behave the rest of the weekend, it probably would be best to cut the weekend short, Christine resolved. All that was left was to decide how much slack she'd give Lisa from here on out. Granted, it was all kind of hot, having this much sexuality thrown in your face couldn't help but get a girl a little wet down there, as she was now. But that was the point ... it was all being thrown in her face. And it was so none of her business.

As it was, Lisa decided how much slack she'd be getting. Christine didn't see what Elina did, she was looking at a poster on the far wall, but whatever it was, Lisa saw it.

"Oh baby!" Lisa groaned. Christine turned just in time to see Lisa cross the room, pull Elina's shirt up and wrap her mouth around a turgid nipple. The spike in Elina's other nipple gleamed brightly, once again capturing Christine's attention. She stared at it for a long moment, her attention broken only when Lisa's dark fingers drifted into view and began pulling at the nub.

"I'll let myself out," Christine said as she stood up. The whole scene was beyond weird now, it was scary. She had no idea what had gotten into Lisa, but it had to be something. The girl she knew would never act like this. And whatever it was, it was starting to get to her. Christine could feel the squishiness in her panties as she stood. Her own nipples felt hard and tight. Elina's nipple stud glinted in the light. In her mind she saw herself sucking on that nipple. She could almost taste the metal on her tongue. The vision made Christine's knees buckle. She reached for her bag.

Tiffany came up behind her, grabbed at her arms and locked them behind her back. Cristine struggled, but Tiffany held tight. She pushed backwards and felt Tiffany's breasts flatten against her shoulder blades. They felt soft and warm, like wonderful, beautiful pillows. He twat felt like it was weeping. In front of her, Lisa was kissing down Elina's belly, going lower, going down.

Tiffany smiled as Christine's thrashing grew more and more feeble. It turned her on when they resisted, and it turned her on even more when they gave in. She brushed aside a strand of Christine's auburn hair with her chin and planted a gentle kiss on the exposed neck. Christine shuddered, and kept her eyes on what Elina and Lisa were doing.

Elina's shorts lay on the floor, her legs spread wide, back arched, head thrown back. Lisa's bent at the waist, her legs locked straight, as she took slow, deliberate licks at Elina's twat.

"What did you do to her," Christine's voice cracked.

"Very good," Tiffany chuckled. "Lisa never figured out we were doing this. She still thinks this is all perfectly natural."

"I'll ... tell her," Christine threatened. "I'll make her st ... stop."

"You could tell her," Tiffany conceded. "But by now, she doesn't care anymore."

Christine's throat and tongue felt thick. She could barely get her voice above a jagged rasp, "Leeehhh .... Lissss...."

She closed her eyes and concentrated. After a deep breath, she tried to scream, "Lisa stop! They're making you do this!"

It didn't come out as a scream, but it did come out louder than her previous efforts. There was no way Lisa couldn't have heard. Her only response was to slip a hand into her panties and finger herself.

"Told you so," Tiffany said. Christine groan with frustration and slumped forward. The two watched silently as Lisa, with exquisite patience, kept up the maddeningly slow pace. It seemed as if Lisa was teasing Christine as much as Elina. After a while, Tiffany noticed Chritine's breathing had synchronized with Lisa's oral work.

"I think you like that," Tiffany said.

Christine whined softly, "No!"

"Don't lie to me." Christine refused to answer. "You do like it, don't you."

Finally, Christine nodded. There didn't seem to be much point in denying it.

"Say it."

"I like it," Christine admitted it.

"You want me to do that to you?"

"Yes," Christine ground her ass into Tiffany's crotch.

"And you'll do that me?"

"Yes."

"You'll fuck my pussy until I cum?"

"Yessssss!' Christine hissed. She tried to move her arms. Tiffany let go. Christine's hands flew to her crotch, she rubbed herself through her jeans. Tiffany reached around to unsnap the jeans, then slid up Christine's body to fondle her breasts. One of Christine's hands disappeared into her panties. Tiffany waited until she was sure Christine's fingers was good and wet, then pulled at Christine's elbow. The hand emerged from the jeans, and Tiffany slipped two of the digits into her mouth.

With a sigh, Christine spun away until the two were facing. She replaced her fingers with her tongue. The kissed as they tore at each other's clothes off, breaking contact only as their tops came away. Tiffany dropped to her knees and tugged Christine's already loosened jeans all the way off. Finally, gratefully nude, Christine also dropped to her knees. Their mouths met again, wide open, tongues thrusting. Tiffany's hands slid down the small of Christine's back, then across the lobes of her ass, pulling her close. Christine's trembling hands struggled with the buttonfly on Tiffany's pants. The clasp finally popped free, and Tiffany fell back, legs raised. Christine pulled the garment off, then pounced.

They rolled, with Tiffany now on top. Christine's legs locked around the brunette's hips, pulling the two closer together. Tiffany propped her self up, elbows locked, letting her breasts brush lightly together as she bent her head forward, her hair cascaded around Christine's. For a moment it felt like they were the only two people in the world. The two rolled their hips and Christine yelped everytime their clits touched. She couldn't believe she'd ever tried to stop this.

Tiffany came first, with a shudder and a grunt. She collapsed on to Christine, licking the sweat off of her tits. Then Tiffany went lower, kissing her way down Christine's stomach, rimming her bellybutton, then lower still.

Christine's slid her hands under her knees, spread herself as wide as she could. She felt Tiffany peel her gooey lips apart, then the soft, warm tongue lapping her tender pink. Christine was delirious from the feeling. Like a feather caught in a breeze she went where the sensations carried her: Thrashing from side to side, hands clutching her breasts, head flailing. What had been done to Lisa had worked on her ... and she didn't care at all as long as she could feel like this.

"Oh yeah, eat me baby, eat me! Ooohhh, I'm gonna ... gonna ... Ooohhh!"

When Christine regained her senses, she was lying on her stomach. She had no idea how she got there. Like waking up late, she jerked to her knees and spun around. Tiffany sat on the floor, propped against the wall. Her legs were straight out and spread wide. Two fingers slid in and out from between her swollen pussy lips. Christine moved to all fours and crawled forward. Positioned between Tiffany's knees, she bent forward. Her tongue snaked out from between her lips. Tiffany's hand grabbed her hair, held her in place, stopped her.

"Not me," Tiffany pointed across the room. "Her."

Christine looked. Elina still lay on the bed, sighing happily as she kneaded her breasts. From between her fingers, the nipple stud still gleamed. But Tiffany pointed at Lisa, who was still bent forward, knees locked straight, licking Elina's quim with excruciating slowness.

Christine crawled across the room. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the panties, she slowly rolled the flimsy nothing down the long, black legs as Lisa shimmied her hips. Lisa spread her legs a little wider, lowering herself slightly. Christine's placed her left hand on the small of Lisa's back, the she dipped her body forward. Her head came up between Lisa's legs, her mouth against her friend's cunt. Christine began to lick. She loved how Lisa tasted.

A cellphone rang. It sounded very far away. Christine opened her eyes. Daylight filled the room, she and Lisa were tangled up against each other. On the other side of the room, a still naked Tiffany was picking the phone up from off the desk.

After greeting whoever was on the other end of the line, Tiffany held out the phone, "It's for you."

Christine had no idea who could be calling her. Slowly, she extracted herself from Lisa's grasp. Taking the phone, she asked, "Where's Elina?"

"Taking a shower."

"Who is it?"

Tiffany smiled, "You'll see."

Cautiously, Christine held the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Good morning, Christine," a cheery voice replied. "This is Professor Karen Sawyer. How are you today?"

Christine's pussy flinched, "Fine, thank you."

"So your conditioning went well last night?"

"Oh ... yes!"

"Wonderful!" Prof. Sawyer enthused. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now."

Christine couldn't believe someone like Professor Sawyer even knew who she was, "Really?"

"Absolutely. We need your father's company's help with some things I have planned, and I need your help to set all that up. You'll help me, won't you?"

"Of course!"

"Outstanding," Prof. Sawyer said. "You and Tiffany should head over to my lab, she'll explain everything on the way. In the meantime, put Lisa on the line. I'd like to get to know my latest slut better."

Christine handed the phone to the now awake Lisa. She watched as her friend realized who was on the line. The expression on her face was bliss.



Women's Health Issues 101 Ch. 05



Christine stopped at the gate and waited, knowing it wouldn't be long. It wasn't. The door to the guard shack opened and Jon, the day shift Head of Security, stepped toward the car.

"Hello, Ms. McCarver," he said after Christine rolled down the window.

"Hi, Jon. I thought I told you to call me Christine."

"You did, and your Dad wants me to call you 'Ms. McCarver', and he signs the checks," Jon said as coolly as if he were reading the phonebook. "You aren't on the list today."

"It's a surprise."

"Well, they'll be happy to see you," Jon signaled toward the shack and the gate opened. "Good to see you again, Ms. McCarver ... same to you, Lisa."

Christine watched as Jon walked away. An ex-Marine, he was tall, strong, erect, good looking. He was great at what he did. He was unfailingly polite and courteous but able to maintain his "my way or the highway" presence. There'd been a time, not so long ago, when she'd sent out every signal she could think of to let him know she was interested. He'd picked up on everyone of those signals and declined every opportunity because he was too professional to mix business and pleasure.

The thought of it sickened her now. She had nothing against Jon. She liked him as a person and she was grateful to have him protecting her family. But the idea of being with him, or any other man, was out of the question. Prof. Sawyer had seen to that, Prof. Sawyer had shown her the truth. As she shifted the car into gear, she snuck a look at Lisa, who'd taken a run of her own at Jon. The "what were we thinking" look on her face said everything.

The house was set hundreds of yards off the road. Christine parked in the space directly across from the kitchen and the two let themselves in. A tall, thin girl stood at the sink washing dishes.

"Hey Pam," Christine said.

"Hey!" Pam looked surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Just felt like a visit," Christine replied. "You remember my friend Lisa?"

"Sure. Nice to see you again."

Christine appraised the maid's daughter. As with Jon, it was with all new eyes. Only two years older than Christine, Pam was 5'10" with stylish black hair between short and medium length and green eyes. Her facial features were delicate, doll like, with high cheek bones, button nose and wide mouth. The neck was long and graceful. Her shoulders were broad and lean, the foundation for a pair of firm, upturned, separated breasts. The lines of her torso curved elegantly through her ass and into her legs. Christine liked what she saw.

"You Mom here today?"

Pam rolled her eyes, "Sick. She's got a cold but she's convinced she's got the bird flu thing. She probably spent the day making funeral arrangements."

Christine laughed, "So who is here?"

"Your Mom and Dad, definitely," Pam answered. "I saw your sister and some friend of hers earlier, but I have no idea if they are still here."

"Okay, we'll go find them. Later." Christine and Lisa stepped into the hall. "First thing's first ... inventory."

The two went through the house, confirming the only people in the building were Christine's Mom, Dad, sister Darla and Darla's friend Maggie, as well as Pam. That settled, the two retreated to the basement where the network room was located. The entire house had been wired for Ethernet and sound, with everything converging on a single server which stored music and data and routed all traffic. Christine withdrew the control sphere Prof. Sawyer had given her from her bag, connected it to the system with a CAT-5 cable, and turned it on. There was a phone in the room; she called down to the front gate.

"Jon, is anyone scheduled to come by today?" Christine heard a keyboard clicking.

"The charter school has a fund raising meeting scheduled with your Mom at 4:30p."

"She's going to have to cancel, she isn't feeling well. I'll call around and tell everyone, but if anyone shows can you send them home?"

"I'll need to hear that from your Mom."

"She's taking a nap right now," Christine replied. "Can I have her call you when she wakes up?"

"That would be fine."

"Thanks, Jon," Christine hung up and walked to the server. She pressed the button labeled "Master". The control sphere was now broadcasting to the entire house. Christina and Lisa moved to the TV in the game room and watched a "Simpsons" re-run. According to Prof. Sawyer, all they'd need is a half hour.

30 minutes later, Christine was more convinced than ever that Krusty the Klown was the greatest supporting character in the history of television. Christine and Lisa finished their Diet Coke's and made sure to clean up. There was no hurry, after all. Once everything was spic and span, the two went back upstairs.

But for the soothing hiss of the control sphere on the speakers, the house was silent. They glanced into the kitchen and though there were still dishes in the sink, Pam was nowhere to be found. The two searched the ground floor quickly, it was empty.

"Who do you want to check on first? Mom, Dad or Darla?" Christine asked.

"Save your Dad for last, I want to play a little," Lisa said. "Other than that, your house ... your prerogative."

Christine led the way upstairs. Darla's room was at the end of the hall. She and Maggie had been in such a hurry that they hadn't bothered to close the door all the way. Christine pushed it open. Clothing was scattered wildly on the floor, testament to the speed with which they'd been discarded. Darla and Maggie lay on the bed, mouth to pussy. Maggie was on top, her slim body covered with sweat and freckles, the wild shock of her red hair bobbing frantically up and down as she savaged Darla's twat.

Darla's technique was totally different. Her auburn tresses had been dyed jet black. Lisa approved of the new look, she liked how it contrasted with her pale white skin. Darla held her head still as her jaw worked. She looked like she was literally, literally, eating Maggie. Lisa thought back to her first time with Christine, who licked cunt more in the style of Maggie. Either way was okay with Lisa. Another difference between the sisters, she noticed immediately, was their bodies. Though they had similar proportions, their builds were entirely dissimilar: Christine was soft and round while Darla was sinewy and tight. Lisa watched closely, the cycle of those muscular lines flexing and relaxing really made her wet. She was looking forward to finding out all the other ways the sister were different.

"Fast learners," Lisa said. It may have come out loud enough to be heard, but that ultimately didn't matter. The two rutting women paid their audience no mind.

"Maggie's a spicy little Irish number," Christine giggled as they headed back into the hall. "We can catch up with them later."

The two walked to the other end of the hall, passing Christine's old room and all the guest rooms. The door at this end of the hall had been fully closed, and Christine worried for a second it would be locked.

But it wasn't. Christine's Mom lay nude on the bed, rolling across the sheets, one hand a blur as she desperately frigged herself, the other kneading one of her large tits. Lisa could see where Christine had inherited her build from. The two stood quietly as Christine's Mom grunted and panted and tried to bring herself off.

"Wow!" Lisa gasped. "Your Mom is really hot ... I never really noticed."

"Ewwwww," Christine groaned. "That's my Mom you're talking about."

"Well, she isn't my Mom." Unconsciously, Lisa cupped a breast.

"Let's go find Dad."

"You go ahead," Lisa took a step into the room. "I'm going to help your Mom out."

"Slut," Christine said good naturedly. "Just make sure she calls Jon in the next hour or so and says the meeting is canceled.

Lisa was already unbuttoning her shirt. Without bothering to look back, she aimed a distracted "Will do" at Christine. By the time she reached the bed she was down to her purple, satin panties, the ones she loved because they made her hips look so good.

In a moment of lucidity, Christine's Mom realized she was being watched. She froze, looked up, but her hand never left her pussy. Lisa stood there, wearing next to nothing, her nipples jutting out from crinkled areoles a shade darker than her black skin. Slowly she began to rub herself again. Lisa rolled her panties down her legs. Christine's Mom could see how wet the girl already was, how swollen and impossibly red her cunt was. She knew she'd beg for a taste of that pussy, that she'd debase and humiliate herself in any way just to run her tongue even once between those engorged lips. But she knew she didn't have to. Lisa wanted her as well. Lisa slid onto the bed and Christine's Mom caressed the leaking vagoo. It felt hot and wet and beautiful. Lisa's hand stroked her cheek, pushing the tangled hair away.

"Girl, I am going to make you feel sooooo good," Lisa whispered. They kissed, their tongues stabbed back and forth.

Christine went back downstairs. Her Dad's office was on the opposite side of the house. It was a long walk, but cutting through the kitchen would save a little time. As she passed the sink she saw a plate, still covered with suds, on the counter and a scrubber on the floor. Where ever Pam had gone, Christine chuckled, she'd been in a rush. Then she heard something, a thump, so soft she was sure she'd heard it at all until she heard it again. She crossed the room, to the walk in pantry.

And there was Pam, sitting on a stool, he back pressed against the far wall. And there was the thump again, the front legs of the stool slamming into the floor as Pam thrust herself against her fingers. Her t-shirt was bunched up against her neck, the cups of her bra pulled down. Her blue jeans lay in a pile by a jug of vegetable oil, one of the leg holes of her powder blue panties hooked around an ankle. She was biting on one of her fingers, stifling the mewling noises she made, as her other hand tried to find her release.

It was like a fire had been lit in Christine's pussy. She could feel her nipples fighting their way through her blouse. She reached up and gave one of the nubs a pull. It felt wonderful, but she turned away. She still had to find her father.

"Wait!"

Christine turned back. Pam stared at her feral and wide eyed.

"Don't go!" Pam's fingers strummed her bloated clit.

"I have to find my Dad."

"Please," Pam's body jerked, "don't ... leave me ... like this!"

"But I ..."

"PLEASE," Pam begged, then gasped. "Help me!"

Despite herself, Christine stepped into the pantry. Pam stood, her back sliding up the wall as Christine dropped to her knees. She wrapped her lips around Pam's clit and began to suckle. Hard. Her fingers entered Pam's hole, she could feel the juices running down her palm as she began thrusting. Pam's hips lunged to meet the intrusion.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," Pam chanted in a wavering voice until she came screaming. She pulled Christine up, kissed her, tasted her discharge on lips, tongue, teeth, loving it. She licked Christine's face clean, then spun around. Now Christine was against the wall. Pam ripped Christine's blouse open, buttons popping off the cloth. Pam undid the front clasp of the bra and Christine's tits were now free. She slid down, licking and sucking at the soft orbs, feeling their weight and heat against her face, feeling completely free and liberated and out of control. All she cared about was Christine's gratification, which she received in the form of a vulgar groan. Now Pam wanted more. Her mouth drifted down the heaving belly, leaving a trail of saliva, until she was on her knees, tearing at Christine's pants. Christine's legs moved, then came free, her panties gone as well. Finally Pam could see the prize between the trembling legs. She gave it her mouth, its thickness and w armth and taste leaving her almost faint. She swept at it with her tongue over and over. She could just hear Christine through the pounding in her skull gasping, cursing, calling her name, the smut billowing forth spurring her on. The Christine froze, then shuddered, and Pam was drenched with something like ambrosia. Pam fell back onto the hard floor. Christine was atop her. They kissed, deeply but gently, their bodies entwined.

On rubbery legs, Christine stumbled out of the pantry. Pam had licked her to more wonderful little cums, and the only way she'd been able to break away was to promise the servant girl they'd meet upstairs as soon as her errand was done. Christine laughed at the irony because she was now a servant also. They both served Prof. Sawyer.

Christine's Dad was in his office, his back to the door, sitting in his chair. She approached. His head rested on his chest, which rose and fell slowly. Prof. Sawyer had explained that the control sphere helped women realize that lesbianism was their true nature, and increased their sex drive so they could enjoy that realization. Christine certainly enjoyed that part. It made men logy and malleable, so they could realize their true nature as drones for the women.

As she kneeled down next to her father, it never occurred to Christine to wonder how malleable the control sphere had made her.

"Daddy?"

No response.

"Daddy, can you hear me?"

This time, her father made a noise like acknowledgement.

Slowly, Christine began to explain everything Prof. Sawyer required.

***

Special Agent Mara Hunt had based her career around one unique skill. She wasn't much of a marksman, she was in fact barely proficient, which was a source of never ending mirth to her colleagues. She wasn't a great tactician, nobody brought her along to raid the meth labs. And she was a terrible forensic investigator. Internal organs squicked her out.

What she did have was an appreciation and an aptitude for the ridiculous. Whenever people said something was impossible, Mara more often than not was the one who showed it was not only possible, but more than likely probable. She was the one who saw the things everyone either missed or discounted. It wasn't X-Files stuff, more like proving the town's leading citizen was, in fact, heavy into kiddy porn or that the local paragon of virtue had, sad to say, ripped off the senior center.

And the file she was reading now was ringing every warning bell in her brain.

A friend at the SEC had copied her on a report about some really weird stuff that was going on at Mericon. The report concluded the board had recently been "lax in exercising their fiduciary responsibilities" (translation ... there's be hell to pay at the next shareholder's meeting), but nothing illegal was happening. The writer had been bothered by the company's inability to explain why they'd vested so much money, power and resources in one Prof. Karen Sawyer, as well as their total lack of interest in even offering an explanation, no matter how feeble.

Sawyer ... Sawyer ... Karen Sawyer. Mara was sure she'd heard the name before, and she had a vague idea where. She knew someone over at Homeland Security. She gave him a call and asked to see whatever they had. The courier arrived three hours later.

Then Mara remembered. Sawyer had been the lead scientist on a university bid for non-lethal weaponry. She'd proposed a mind control device ... wild, freaky stuff. The people evaluating the bid had called it totally, completely, utterly insane. And the background check had revealed the Professor was a lesbian, which was the Kiss of Death in this Administration.

Not that Mara had a problem with that. She had a husband and two sons and she loved them dearly, but she'd learned in high school she was bi. She enjoyed a little discreet fun with a pretty and willing female every now and again. And they certainly enjoyed her!

But even if Prof. Sawyer had turned out to be as straight as the deacon's daughter, it was unlikely she would have won the bid. The background check had revealed more. Rigidity of thinking, arrogance to the point of narcissism, voracious sexual appetites. Everyone agreed she was brilliant, no one was convinced she was stable.

And now she was all but running Mericon, one of the Department of Defense's "go to" companies. Karen Sawyer, the possibly crazy woman who clamed to have a mind control device. Nope, Mara didn't like it one bit.

But even with her reputation in the Bureau, there was no way she could sell this case. The experts all said mind control was a pipe dream, Davies McCarver at Mericon was one of the most respected CEOs in the nation, and the S E freaking C said nothing illegal was going on.

But Mara knew someone who'd listen. She wasn't in government so things could stay nice and plausibly deniable. Best of all, she was the person who'd first demonstrated to Mara, all those years ago, that the impossible was often times reality.

Mara picked up the phone and dialed.

* * *

This chapter concludes the "Women's Health Issues 101" arc. The storyline is picked up in the new "Worlds Collide" series.



Women's Health Issues 101



She dropped to her knees. Reaching under Professor Sawyer's skirt, she pulled down the moist panties. Once they were off Cindy brought the to her face and inhaled deeply. The smell shot a bolt of desire through her entire body. With trembling hands she reached around Professor Sawyer to remove the skirt, but she couldn't get the button undone, and she was out of patience. Ducking her head under the skirt, Cindy pressed her mouth against her professor's pussy. The flavor captivated Cindy, and once again, she found the Professor Sawyer knew best; once she started, she found she knew exactly what to do. She used her tongue to thrust deep into her Professor's twat, scooping out as much of Sawyer's juices as possible, occasionally pulling on the labia or swatting the clit as a change of pace. Sawyer's response was immediate. The Professor cooed and groaned, her vocalizations increasing in intensity in time with Cindy's efforts. Sawyer was soon bucking her hips, smearing her delicious juices over Cindy's face. The student could feel the wetness trickling down her chin. The thought that she was pleasing her Professor spurred Cindy on.

Cindy felt something warm and soft and wonderful press against her twat. Breaking contact with Sawyer, Cindy looked down to see that Gracie now lay beneath her and was expertly eating her out. Already, the older girl's tongue felt so much better and healthier than any cock had, and the thought of that face buried in her pussy nearly made her come on the spot. The joy now radiating from between her legs both energized and paralyzed her.

"Yessssss!" Cindy groaned.

Sawyer reached down to take a handful of Cindy's long hair. With a flick, the hair was wrapped around Sawyer's wrist. Pulled as if on a leash, Cindy was jerked back to her task.

"Finish me," Sawyer said forcefully.

Being a good student, Cindy did as she was instructed, jamming her tongue in her Professor's twat and using her hands to caress her Professor's ass. Sawyer was responding now to Cindy's work, slowly rotating her hips and punctuating her motions with soft sighs and gasps. The knowledge that she was about to make her professor come thrilled Cindy. She focused her attack on Sawyer's clit, licking, sucking and nibbling on the button of flesh. She could tell Professor Sawyer was close, but she had no idea how to close the deal. She decided simply to mimic what Gracie was doing to her own twat.

It worked. Professor Sawyer grunted like an animal, then her body went rigid. Cindy's face was suddenly soaked with the professor's discharge. Cindy drank it in like a woman dying of thirst. She'd never tasted anything so wonderful in her life. Sawyer sank slowly to the floor, her orgasm twitching its way through her body.

Cindy slid down, laying her body against Gracie's. Their pussies pressed together and Cindy instinctively began thrusting her hips. Gracie wrapped her legs around Cindy's, locking the two in place. The two kissed deeply as they sawed into each other. Cindy loved how her chest felt pressed against Gracie's massive breasts. Cindy came, hard and suddenly. Her screams were muffled by Gracie's mouth.

Cindy recovered slowly from her orgasm. The kiss the two girls shared gently wound down from deep frenching to feathery pecks on the lips, forehead and neck. Gracie groaned happily, then asked, "Was that your first time?"

"Yes," Cindy panted.

"You did great," Gracie kissed Cindy, then sat up. Cindy moved to allow Gracie room. "But you have a lot of catching up to do. Go find another girl, and I'll catch up with you later."

Cindy looked around the room. Andrea was nearby, riding the face of an exquisite blond, but the girl Andrea had been fucking earlier was sitting on a table, looking for a new partner. Their eyes locked. The girl simply spread her legs and gave Cindy her most inviting smile.

"I'm in the mood for Indian, I think," Cindy said.

"Mmmmm, good choice," Gracie encouraged.

Cindy went straight for the Indian girl, who simply lay back on the table. As her tongue touched its second cunt ever, Cindy was overjoyed to find it tasted just as sweet as the first. She knew this was all she'd ever want.

And it went like that four more times, a cycle of frantic fucking and sucking capped off by a search for a new partner, before Professor Sawyer called a halt.

"Ladies, our time is almost up. Get dressed and go back to your seats, please."

Reluctantly, Cindy lifted her mouth off the black girl's pussy she'd been ravaging. As much as she wanted to keep going, she had to do whatever Professor Sawyer said. Finding her clothes was a slow affair; they'd been mingled pretty thoroughly with her classmates' clothes. That and she found herself being pulled off task to touch and kiss whatever girl happened to be nearby. She finally found most of her garments and managed to put them on, though she never did find her panties. She looked at the clock. They'd been going at it for almost two hours, yet Cindy didn't want to stop. This class had been a revelation. She realized she had so much to catch up on. Heading back to her seat, a hand settled on Cindy's hip, and she turned. It was Gracie. Cindy felt a little weak as Gracie smiled.

"What's your name, by the way?"

"Cindy."

Gracie's smile widened, "What are you doing after class?"

"Nothing, why?" Cindy breathed.

"Well, you've got the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever had, and I have a place off campus ..."

"I'm there!" Cindy said.

"Great," Gracie gave Cindy a kiss that promised much better things to come.

With everyone settled, Professor Sawyer resumed her position by her desk, "Great class tonight. I'm very pleased with everyone's progress. Have a good night, and I'll see everyone next week."

Professor Sawyer again touched the top of the orb on her desk. Its humming stopped, and the sense of calm Cindy had felt since the beginning of class melted away. It wasn't as if she tensed up immediately, she simply no longer felt impervious to stress. Yes, she'd definitely be back next week.

The girls all stood and made for the door. It was obvious to Cindy that most, if not all of them, would be continuing their studies someplace a little more private. She didn't notice Andrea had approached until her friend spoke.

"So, who's your buddy?"

"You were right about everything. Thanks for bringing me tonight," Cindy hugged her friend close. How had she never noticed before how great Andrea's tits felt?

"You know," Andrea said devilishly, "I'm heading over to Tara's now, and she's always telling me how hot she thinks you are. Wanna' come?"

Cindy looked up. Gracie was walking out the door, all the while sending a look Cindy's way that would have made her wet if she hadn't already been soaking down there.

"Another time, definitely," Cindy said. "But tonight, I'm going to do some make up work."