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You may post/re-post the story if left in tact, and if you meet all applicable requirements in this paragraph. -------------------------------------------------------- Adventures of Jade - 9 (FF/M, mc, nc, bdsm, v, sn, medical) by Hummmvee (hummmvee@hotmail.com) *** Jade gets a teaching job at a local Academy for girls. Lots of 'rugmunching' and intrigue. Slow, juicy buildups with character development. *** Adventures of Jade 9 - A Novella By Hummmvee (Tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction) It was now well into Sunday afternoon. Crystal (and Family) had thankfully left, along with the police. Keeping her own family out of jail was very motivating to Jade, whose mother, sister, and mother's cousin had somehow gotten themselves (inadvertently?) high with the free samples of cosmetics that Jade had received at work on Friday. An hour ago, she had walked in on them just after some wicked acts of perversion. Everyone had been nude, or nearly so. Jade sort of wished she could have been a fly on the wall during this recent familial libidinousness. The pictures in her mind made her shiver. Luckily, Jade had managed to put everyone to bed before they became too lucid. With luck, they will think it was all just a dream. For some reason, her sister came to several times over, before finally succumbing to sleepy exhaustion. Why was she the only one to rouse; twice!? And what about the teenage girl (with the nice rack)? Jade hoped Crystal would be hard pressed to remember whatever vile acts occurred in this house while Jade was at Dakota's. The whole house reeked of 'Burning Bush' products. There was little doubt now that these cosmetics and toiletries possessed mind-altering aphrodisiacal narcoleptic powers! It was just Jade's luck that what promised to be the start of a great career with a reputable and renowned school for girls, was now looking like a rapid dead end at the hands of a criminal organization disseminating this chemical evil, via their own unsuspecting employees. But who would do such a thing, and why? Her stomach growled with dissatisfaction at missing breakfast. Jade made a huge salad while she mulled things over. She did a very thorough job of it, taking almost an hour to complete the exotic and complex salad. She ate some, while her mind shoveled the debris left behind by the last four days. Once she had eaten her fill, Jade left the rest to the troops. She knew they'd all be hungry whenever they woke up from their mid-day siesta. Jade did not want to be here when that happened! A drive was in order. It was always a pleasurable chore for Jade to find appropriate music for the mood at hand. As she drove down the Cul De Sac; the Power-Stroke Diesel clacking away, she knew she needed 'thinking music'. Old Qeensryche would fit the bill; but then Tool might also suffice. Once the volume attenuated, all would soon be right with her life again. Colorado mountain scenery was spectacular year round, but this time of the year, when the leaves on the Aspen trees were changing color - was the most awesome time for a drive or hike! The landscape became a mosaic of golds, greens, and reds. The weight of the music lightened her own burden. In time, she was in high spirits. It had been an eventful few days. For a virgin, there had been more sex lately, than you could shake a tit at! In her mind's eye, Jade replayed the recent sexy images. She had seen mom, Jenna, Chrissy, Jennifer, Dakota, and Crystal in varying sexual situations. Then there were the sexy dreams involving her coworkers: the 'evil' nurse Shannon, along with Susie, Jane, and Renee. But perhaps these had not been dreams after all? Just perhaps, the seemingly subtle chemical influences of the Burning Bush products were more powerful than she feared? Certainly recent events at home had been quite real. Perhaps all these things really HAD occurred?! Jade shivered at the prospect of such violation! Just then she passed the taxidermy/gun shop. 'Hmmmmm... perhaps I should stop in?' Jade wanted to purchase that self defense gun for her solo hikes in the mountains, and also ease her paranoia. 'Bob' was very helpful, and an hour later, Jade's credit card had taken a $3,000 beating. Bob assured her that the gun she had purchased could typically stop any indigenous animal, with a single shot. Bob seemed well informed, and his shop well stocked. Her transaction completed, she was glad to be on the road again; all those stuffed heads were kind of creepy anyway. Once safely in her garage, Jade inspected her purchase; one stainless steel, five shot revolver in caliber.454" manufactured by Freedom Arms of Wyoming. One thousand rounds of assorted ammo One genuine leather Western-style rig, with twenty-five bullet loops, and cleaning supplies (including a Boresnake). Not to mention, one quick-access lock box. For a brief moment, Jade imagined the sexy seven and a half inch ported barrel going in and out of her pussy, but she attributed this sickness to residual effects of the Products (besides, the front sight would snag!). She loaded the gun and put it in the lock-box. The box was then placed under her driver's seat. The box just barely fit in the available space. Technically this was considered illegal, but the founding documents of this great nation strictly prohibited laws that would limit the right to bear arms. In essence, these rather new laws were completely unconstitutional. Her father had taught her that. Of course, this did pose an incarceration risk. It immediately became apparent that the mellifluous residual odors from the Products, were still in stark evidence within the spacious log home. Jade heard voices coming from the kitchen, and sure enough, the motley crew were there munching on Jade's epic salad like there was no tomorrow. The crunching sounds were comical, but thankfully, everyone seemed well and unawares of what recently occurred just a room away. Their appetites were voracious, and as they greeted Jade, their muffled speech was amusing. Like pot, these chemicals left one hungry. Crystal Waters sat in the back seat of her parent's Buick as they drove back to Durango. The wildfires made the normally sensational views more limited. The earlier incident with the police had been embarrassing to Mr. Waters. Crystal found the subsequent lecture by both her parents very tedious. 'How could she have gone inside someone's home?/Why did she disobey their rule about being invited in?/How could she fall asleep in a stranger's house while on a mission from God?/Why couldn't she remember any details about the event?/Why was she so glassy-eyed and slothful?/Why... and on and on the questions went. Young Crystal was melancholy for having disappointed her parents. She was also puzzled by many other things. Like where did the time go? And why were her panties uncomfortably moist? Squeezing her legs together offered little relief. Even her ten-year-old sister Gwendolyn was now having a chuckle at her expense. Crystal shot her several cutting glances during the unusually long ride home. Often, her mother would turn from the front seat and look at her with a worried look: 'Their daughter was normally so responsible... what happened today?' One of the day's strange side effects was discovering new life within certain parts of the body; places Crystal never gave no mind to before. "What IS that smell?" Mr. Waters asked, clearly annoyed and looking in the rear view mirror for a response from the apparent culprit. "Well young lady; don't you have anything to say in your defense? You know how we feel about the use of perfume! Where did you get it?" Crystal was able to think, but just barely. Her mind was still groggy, and she felt a headache coming on. 'What did happen today?' she wondered. The fragrance triggered a memory: 'That nice lady back at the log home wore strong perfume'. It was a wonderful smell, in spite of her parent's disapproval. Yes, she must have smeared some on her from the inadvertent contact with the homeowner. "I think I must have gotten 'sum on me from shaking hands with the lady at that last house." Clearly, everyone in the Buick had by now noticed the fragrance, and were all sniffing the air like a bunch of hounds. Crystal had gotten accustomed to the smell, and now barely detected the wonderful, flowery aroma. Even little ten-year-old Gwendolyn was sniffing at the air. "It smells good Daddy!" Little sister put her two cents in. "You know we don't approve of such excessive embellishment, young lady. Only the Devil would encourage such whore-like behavior in women! It's bad enough all humanity is forever cursed from the Original Sin. It was Woman that damned Man!" For some reason, no one liked the sound of that today, even though they had heard it all before. It hadn't bothered them previously, as Fred Waters often spoke about such things; but now, the sophistry somehow sounded ridiculous. Even Gwendolyn was miffed by the negativity in Mr. Waters' voice, who went on and on about the evil nature of the female of the species. Even the normally subservient Mrs. Linda Waters looked on at her husband with a dawning dissatisfaction. She wondered where the new feeling was coming from, and it frightened her. Even more surprisingly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed what appeared to be the beginnings of an erection in Mr. Waters' pants! She was shocked to say the least!! Sexual contact between them was always subdued, and never ever occurred during the light of day. Linda had never even seen her husband's... organ clearly. Certainly, she had never had an orgasm. She flushed at the sight of the fleeting protuberance; which was soon followed by a fluidic sympathetic response originating in her own groin. Thankfully, the children wouldn't be able to see the disgusting swelling in her husband's pants from their vantage points in the back seat. Mr. Waters adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see Crystal. He kept on chiding his daughter; seemingly getting more and more angry. Crystal had soaked up more Burning Bush products than one might have thought. Within her young nubile body, Crystal fought dual opposing feelings. The first was guilt (that her father was doing his best to bring out), followed by horniness (brought on by the chemical elements in the tainted cosmetics). Surprisingly, Mrs. Waters was also experiencing similar feelings. Linda took another glance in Mr. Waters' direction, confirming that she had not been just seeing things moments ago. Her husband's erection was getting longer and thicker. She had never seen anything like it! Even during both times she had had sexual intercourse with her husband; she'd never clearly seen...All she remembered from their last set of 'relations' (some ten years ago), was the terrible pain. To her, the sight of her husband's swelling was bordering on the outrageous! No wonder it had hurt her poor tiny vagina; the damn thing was bigger than the Holland Tunnel! Mr. Waters seemed oblivious to his erection, although his driving became less precise. It was unlike him to speed, but the Buick was now skimming along almost five miles per hour faster than the law allowed. Crystal soon became aware that she was being stared at by her father in an uncharacteristic manner. She had never experienced the feelings she was now getting. The staring caused her to become aware of the larger than life presence of her unusually big and heavy breasts. She fumbled about for her jacket; suddenly feeling chilled and embarrassed. In Colorado, you always kept a jacket near. To her, it seemed that father's glances occasionally landed on her comprehensive chest, and then uncomfortably lingered there. Why was she so physically cursed by her pendulous, monstrous extensions of flesh? Neither her sister, nor mother had a similar problem. Crystal was becoming so mixed up again; like back at the Parker residence earlier. So! That was their name! She had finally remembered something more about the encounter! She was just about to enlighten everyone with her revelation, when she noticed a lot of furtive glances heading her way from all the car's occupants. Suddenly, she was self- conscious again, and withdrew. A particularly rough and rhythmic patch of roadway, caused a regular, recurring gravitationally based sensory intrusion upon Crystal's massive (for her age) tits. The undulations and bumps in the freeway, teased and tickled her breasts as they demurely slumbered within their double hammock. Normally, the Buick was plush, but each shuddering bump was increasing in young Crystal, these new feelings, which gradually became more and more intense. If the feelings continued, something was going to happen; something below her waist! The weight of her mammaries after each road bump caused a forceful bounce, accompanied by a grave visual component. She hoped no one would notice, but the eye contact between her three passengers proved otherwise. Why didn't her father try the other lane? Crystal crossed her arms in defense, and could tell by the expressions of the car's occupants that this move was an unwelcome one. Mr. Waters was flabbergasted. He had always considered sex as just a necessary evil, and now he was having an erection he could not control, and his own daughter was giving it to him! Looking at young Crystal, fueled incestual fantasies within the suddenly lecherous fart. Briefly, Fred became confused, but continued looking at the cute teen, fanning even more depraved, evil thoughts. Linda experienced a similar uncontrollable craving, and Gwendolyn was by this point just plain confused. "Look at the way she's flaunting her chest, Linda! For Chrissakes, you must talk with her tonight. The child's getting way out of hand! I want you to know that I consider that a reflection on you. You are obviously remiss in the performance of your motherly duties!" Crystal knew she was not flaunting her chest at all. In fact she wished she could disappear right now. Could she help it if no one in this family had any breasts except her? It wasn't her fault. They just seemed to grow this last year or two. Even her 'other' place was getting some hair on it. It all just couldn't be her fault! Linda stiffened at the accusation aimed at the quality of her motherhood. She was a good mother. Mrs. Waters looked at the two round objects that were obviously receiving the brunt of Mr. Waters' attack. Crystal was demurely trying to cover her newfound embarrassment, and she did not seem to Mrs. Waters to be flaunting anything. Linda did notice the stiff nipplage pushing outward; perhaps inadvertently begging for attention, but that was not something her daughter could consciously control. The young tits actually looked, well... nice. Mrs. Waters reflexively moistened in her southern hemisphere. Yes, perhaps a 'talk' with Crystal would be just the thing; but in her opinion, Fred was definitely overreacting. Everyone was glad when their modest home came into view. Upon arrival, Crystal and Gwendolyn raced for their room. Mr. Waters still struggled with his own egress from the Buick; it seemed that the enduring erection made movement difficult. Mrs. Waters watched with growing interest, but did not comment. "Help me into the house, I think my leg has gone to sleep!" Linda steadied her husband, and helped him into the house. She knew he had lied. There was nothing in his pants that could be considered asleep! Being the submissive wife in this very traditional relationship, she did not call his bluff, and pretended not to notice. He too hoped she would not notice. Once inside, Mr. Waters summarily barricaded himself in the bathroom. Those restrictive slacks had to go. Fred had always been embarrassed by his oversized manhood. Luckily, he had a low sex drive; erections were very rare. But now he could hardly pull his trousers down. He looked in horror at his erection-torn underwear. His penis leapt up after Fred removed his slacks, and it settled at ninety degrees to his torso. He was puzzled. The massive Rondorf was beginning to bob; up and down, matching his heartbeat. He pulled off the torn underpants, and inspected his throbbing gristle. It stood out some 14 inches from his peach-sized double sac. Two blue veins followed the shaft's length along the sides. The head was uncut, and larger in diameter than the shaft, which happened to be three inches wide. Pre-cum oozed from the angry purple tip. Fred wondered why he was breathing as though he had been running; this erection was bad enough. Time would prove his enemy, at least in the short run. Not hearing a response to her inquiries and knocks on the locked bathroom door, Linda became concerned. Perhaps her Fred was having a heart attack? As she burst in expecting the worst on this already terribly harrowing day, she first saw it in the reflection in the mirror. Linda reflexively screamed at the sight of the monstrous, beastly growth. The startled Fred Waters spun around at the intruder. Now, Linda Waters was a short woman, and her husband was over six foot tall. Her act of startling him brought his tool swinging about, which then promptly hit his wife square in the head. At that size, there was definitely some mass to this industrial boner! The impact knocked Linda off her feet, and she sailed backwards, tripping over the sofa and falling flat on her back. As she tried regaining her senses, she saw Fred approach her. 'It' swung and bobbed as he walked to where she was still lying. Soon he was towering over her; a strange expression beginning to evolve on his face and that... menacing one-eyed thing drooling at her prostrateness. The penis looked even bigger from this position, and was now very visible and up close for the first time (in broad daylight). There was something in Fred's eyes that both alarmed and beckoned to Linda. She struggled backwards, on her back and elbows, trying to put some distance between them. Tears formed in her eyes. Linda Waters was 60 inches tall on a good day. At her worst, she weighed a scant 100 pounds. The giant man- thing throbbing above her could split her in half, literally. She had never seen anything like it, except once, at the zoo. The look in her husband's eyes told her this was another man; someone she had never met. It also looked to her like he just might use that thing, and in the worst possible way. So why was her private area responding so uncharacteristically by lubricating itself? Her mouth began watering, and hair on her body began standing up. She became a turbid mix of what were typically mutually exclusive feelings. As she pondered her new husband, her fear, and her attraction; Fred broke her concentration by placing his hands around his swollen member. He rubbed the shaft near the tip, causing himself a sudden cascade of pleasure; feelings he was unaccustomed to having. This brought even more stiffness, and more pronounced throbbing. Mrs. Waters briefly noted how handsome her husband was. At six foot one and a quarter, with a lean body mass and good definition - and now this 'porn star' erection. She beamed with pride, which momentarily overshadowed the unlikely reality of this impossible Sunday afternoon. By now she had backed up on her elbows as far as there was room. Mr. Waters slowly followed her retreat, pumping his shaft with more feeling. His conservative nature and dislike of sex had clearly been put behind him. Contact with his daughter, who had been heavily exposed to the Burning Bush products earlier in the day; caused this sudden aphrodisiacal and maniacal onslaught of desire. He was somewhat conscious of what he was doing, and now preferred his newfound personality to his old dull self. So many years wasted in not fucking his teeny, but cute wife. The thought of pleasuring himself and her, no longer troubled him with guilt. Mrs. Waters looked into her husband's steel-grey eyes and saw her reflection there. She was still in shape after two children. Why this sudden interest in things carnal? It didn't matter really, because right now she had a plan. She was going to get her brains fucked royally, after a ten-year abstinence. Fred reached a hand out to her, and she accepted it. Her heart began beating faster in anticipation. Crystal went into the bathroom to use the facilities. For some reason, she decided to leave the door open a crack. As she peed, she remembered how the perfume got spilled on her when she and Jenna were examining the colorful and exciting 'Burning Bush' cosmetics and toiletries. Aha! She remembered yet more detail. 'Jenna!' Now Crystal knew the blonde girl's name. Her deep efforts at concentration rewarded her with tidbits of still cloudy memory. Crystal held a fistful of her skirt at the waist as she sat on the commode. Her boring panties were around her ankles. She became fascinated with her new humid, brown- furred bush. She had only grown it in the last few years as her periods had begun. Though she decided it was a pretty thing to the eye, a lot of shame and guilt was projected on her after these changes came calling. If it was natural, why was it so dirty? She pondered this as her fingers stroked the fine brown fur. 'Mmmm - that feels nice.' Gwendolyn sat on her little bed and watched her sister disappear into the bathroom. She was suddenly aware that today was somehow a special day. She felt good. Better in fact, than usual. She felt a communion with her body that just didn't seem to be there yesterday. The feelings seemed to radiate from her middle, and teased her brain in a pleasant way. Even her non-existent breasts tickled at the nipple (more a throb then a tickle). Looking down, she saw that the nipples were quite erect through her shirt. In fact, they seemed to be trying to launch themselves, taking a part of her chest with them. This, of course, caused a noticeable swelling, signifying the eminent budding of new boobies! She was ecstatic! Gwendolyn so envied her sister for this very attribute, and now her prayers were beginning to be answered! Gwen was happy. She wanted to share this new feeling. She noticed that her sister had left the bathroom door slightly ajar. Quietly, she walked to it, and looked inside. A suppressed gasp later, she began to drink the magnificent sight in. The sister whom she admired so, and often secretly stole glances at - was sitting on the can with her nether visible! For the first time, Gwendolyn became aware of a humidity issue below her waist. She had not been noticed standing there, so she continued to look at her sister's private moment. Watching through the little gap in the door soon spread a warm glow throughout her pre-teen body. Gwen's eyes nearly popped, when she saw sis use both hands down there, and spread herself open. She could see the sultry pink interior; and it looked great for some reason. Unconsciously, Gwen grabbed a fistful of her loose slacks at the front, causing pleasurable friction in her crotch. Her sister looked so mature, so much a woman! The older sister had seen the movement occurring in the bedroom in her peripheral vision. She knew her sister's curiosity was getting the better of her. Crystal remembered how she had recently begun to tease little Gwen, and enjoyed doing so. But she had never given her so much to see. Now that she knew she had an audience, she was driven to take the game to the next level. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Crystal looked hot. Deliberately, she kept her eyes away from the slightly open door, to give her young sister greater apparent cover. She loved the fact that Gwen wanted to see her body. Today she felt feelings of extreme liberation, and she promised her libido she would go all out with the show; at least until there was significant resistance from the little one. Crystal felt her period was coming on as well, and this always made her horny (though she would never have used that word to describe that pleasant feeling). Crystal's nipples were painfully erect. The bra was stifling. It was time for it to go away. Very slowly... she opened the catch on her stuffy bra, and eased the overburdened garment down her body, letting her 'tips' come into view, inch by lovely inch. To an excited hiss from the peeper, Crystal dropped the bra to the floor and massaged her breasts for relief. She heard the shocked inhalation of air coming from the bedroom, but pretended not to see or hear. Nonchalantly, Crystal then got up and washed up; letting lil sis see her ass. Donning a bathrobe, she emerged from the bathroom, but gave Gwendolyn enough time to move away from the door. Once in their bedroom, she examined Gwen's expression; the girl had a very serious look on her flushed face. Crystal got her hairbrush, and sat at the dresser combing her hair. Little Gwen was suddenly interested in anything and everything that would put her in close proximity to her older and very physically developed sister. Crystal wondered how to keep this very exciting game going. For some reason that she could not explain, consequences no longer seemed important. "Would you like to comb my hair, Gwen?" Little sister's eagerness was readily apparent in the quick, nervous movements. Crystal passed her the brush, and watched the cherubic face eye her with mounting interest. Her robe was not tightly sashed, affording little sister excellent cleavage vistas. As she combed, Gwendolyn was experiencing more new feelings below her navel. Those feelings seemed to direct her. It was obvious she was enthralled and wanted to extend this momentous moment. Little could she know that Crystal would be more than willing to oblige her. Seeing her sister's naked bush minutes ago created a tightness in Gwen's belly. She definitely found the sight pleasurable. That pussy had looked so big and grown up to ten year old Gwen. Crystal made sure that she fidgeted just enough to allow her movements to gradually open the front of her robe. She realized that at this angle, Gwen was probably able to see parts of her areolas! Judging by little Gwen's eye movements, that is exactly what was happening! Seeing the expansive brown 'candy-items', caused the pre-teen's cheeks to redden, and her respiration to increase. Crystal then noticed how the front of her sister's shirt distinctly showed two stiff points. 'She's starting to develop' considered Crystal. "You know, you're beginning to grow breasts Gwendolyn!" Sis stopped brushing, and, surprised by that intimate observation, looked away from the tops of Crystal's robe- clad woman-sized breasts, and down to her own two stiffening points. "They look painfully stiff. Are they?" Crystal looked into her younger sister's face, waiting for a response; quite smug with herself for finally deciding on a wickedly sinful course of action. Gwendolyn nodded the affirmative. "Mine get that way too. They are feeling like yours right now! Would you like to see?" Again Gwen went back to looking at the tops of her sister's tits from her vantage point behind her seated sibling. "Hey, no fair, you could already see mine!" Crystal pretended shock as she looked down at her own chest and 'realized' she was already showing a lot of skin, and that her little sister had seen a good chunk of her goods. "This is so embarrassing! I didn't know my robe had worked open." Crystal covered herself up tightly, looking at her sister's disappointed face. "You won't tell mom and dad, will you?" Gwen just shook her head (indicating 'no'). Her hormones were raging, and she was having hot flashes. Her feelings overwhelmed her. She had to speak. "Please... can I see?" Crystal had been waiting for the bait in her trap to spring on Gwendolyn. "Okay. I'll show you, just the one, but only for a second!" She slowly and carefully opened half of the robe, showing her horny little ten-year-old sister her adult sized tit, with its large brown areola. Her nipple had swelled appreciably, and Crystal was getting such a rush doing this to her little sister. Gwen's eyes were wide with excitement at the sexy sight. Crystal punctuated the moment by using her free hand to glide over the exposed breast. First she cupped it from below, giving her voyeur sister an indication of its weight. Then she squeezed it and caressed it. Still smiling at the little one, she finally felt the nipple and areola with her fingertips; exciting both herself and her admirer. Gwendolyn had trouble swallowing. The excitement was almost more than she could bear. Crystal could only take so much herself, and decided the show was over. She covered up again, much to her sister's dismay. There was no way the little one would be able to continue brushing Crystal's hair with those trembling hands. Nothing sexual ever happened in this household before; not that the pair didn't have curiosity about their own as well as each other's bodies. Gwendolyn thought her sister was pure perfection. She wanted more of this wonderful show and tell. But how could Gwen get Crystal to show her more? Crystal, on the other hand, was at a sexual simmer like she had been at the Parker residence earlier; only now, she was in control. Putting the radio on for cover; moving slowly and deliberately, she wondered if she could get away with a little more fun with Gwen, and perhaps even get a little of her own peeking done. The sash around her waist was getting loose again, showing a fair amount of skin. The brown hair and hazel eyes contrasted nicely with the white terry cloth of the robe and the creamy, even-complexioned skin. Crystal sat down on the bed and sized up her little sister. Gwendolyn looked nervous. The once over she was receiving from Crystal was stripping Gwen bare in a way. As big sister sat down on the imposing four-poster bed, she let the bottom of the robe fall open to reveal some thigh. Gwendolyn looked very interested. Similar hazel eyes stared back in Crystal's direction, only they were atop a slightly framed girl of ten with darker and shorter brown hair. Gwen had pleasant features (though still quite a short girl), but would probably blossom nicely in the coming years. Her freckles were becoming. Crystal thought back on the recent night when she had gotten almost busted by her mom. She was watching a cable TV program later than usual while laying on the big bed in her room. Everyone was still busy after a church function, but she had somehow snuck away to get ready for bed. Gwen was already asleep. A show had distracted her from her intended shower. Normally, she was not allowed to watch such things, but she took the chance because her parents were busy in the basement, and because her curiosity got the better of her. It was a piece about a stripper. Crystal had found it fascinating. When 'Angel' had finally begun dancing, Crystal was mesmerized. She had always wanted to become a dancer, but knew the family wouldn't approve. That combination of dancing and stripping had blown Crystal's little mind. Seeing a naked girl for the first time had really made her warm inside. There were strange and unfamiliar feelings bubbling and churning within her. She almost didn't hear her mother come up from the basement after the gear from the pancake breakfast and fundraiser had gotten put away. Crystal barely had time to turn off the television before her mother came in snooping. She still hadn't showered, and was sweaty and flushed in spite of the fact that she had just killed over 30 minutes by herself. Mother was suspicious. A long lecture followed, and the TV curfew had been bumped to 8 PM. Her mother had given her strange looks that night, and Crystal was very embarrassed at almost getting caught watching a forbidden program. How much did her mother know? That was a month ago. The feelings that Crystal had experienced while watching the young dancer, lingered. She wanted to be a dancer! It was all she could do to keep her hands off herself, after that program. Reveling in that memory, Crystal began to feel light on her feet. She stood up, and buoyed by the music on the radio, she began to dance! Gwendolyn was amused by the sudden change. She admired the boldness that was now bursting through Crystal's usually demure personality. If mom and dad were to catch her, they'd both get their hides tanned but good! This was not regular dancing. The chemical compounds now coursed through Crystal's young flesh and slowly altered her inhibitions and mood. The extra release of dopamine inflicted by the residual compounds, had placed the well-developed teen in a grand mood. This was becoming dirty dancing, and Crystal was possessed! She simply let all her fears and inhibitions go and flowed with the music. Her pace increased, and soon she was dancing like the real thing. Gwen stared with rapt attention and a broad smile. Crystal's body had memorized the moves from the television program well. She found a rhythm, and her feet barely touched the floor. Soon she was using the bed's vertical supports like an exotic dancer used a brass pole. She spun, whirled, and flew with the music; her audience only her little ten year old sister. It was impossible to prevent the robe from opening and flashing the little one. Crystal played on that fact; teasing the crap out of Gwen, then began to actually strip! Mr. and Mrs. Waters were kissing madly in the living room. Years of unreleased and suppressed passions began spilling over. Fred was wearing only his raging hard-on. Linda was still clothed, but warming to her husband's intentions. He almost sucked the woman's tongue out of her. His strong arms gripped her tighter than necessary. Suddenly, in a burst of fervor, Fred began tearing Linda's clothes. One by one, the amorous husband loudly shore the clothing from the slight redhead. Linda was still lean after all these years. She had a hard time reaching her husband's lips because of her stature, so Fred maneuvered his boner between her legs as she straddled it. By leaning back, he was able to lift his light wife off the floor with his huge cock. It was as if she was riding a horse bareback. Fred noted his wife was very hot and wet between her legs. Still kissing and groping at each other, Linda humped the monstrous tool for pleasure. All reason had been abandoned. Fred was getting rougher, and Linda was loving it. The bruise on her temple from her collision with his tool was virtually forgotten. Her throbbing pain had been replaced by throbbing ardor. Mr. Waters' pupils became more dilated. He grabbed his wife by her hair and lifted her by it off his huge prick. He then leant back even more, so that his dick aimed high. Linda was enjoying the rough play. She knew what was coming; she was about to be impaled like the whore that she wanted to be. Both of them were now enjoying excessive profanity. Fred guided his lithe wife over the end of his shaft, relishing in the added stimulation, and in the control he was exerting. Mrs. Waters was becoming dizzy just from looking down at the menacing prick. She wondered, briefly, if she would survive today's penal onslaught. Fred began to lower his wife by her hair. His other arm gripped her waist and guided her on top of his purple helmet. It began to penetrate her tight pussy; her lubrication had done it's job. He pushed her upon his meat-puppet, slowly at first, then with more force. Linda screamed as it filled her. Meanwhile, upstairs in the Waters children's bedroom, newfound lust and freedom were exploding. Crystal's robe had long since gave away, leaving her 100% naked! Gwen didn't seem to mind. Crystal had become the dancer/stripper of her inspired imagination. Gwen was impressed; impressed by the sexy entertainment, as well as by the incredible nude sight of her coveted older sister. She openly stared at the undulating nakedness. Crystal's breasts were very large for her age, as were the areolae. Gwen was also moved by her sister's bush, as she was still follicle-free there. For some reason, she noticed that Crystal's lovely mound appeared slick. This condition got progressively worse. Gwen was blown away by the extremely unlikely and sudden turn of events. She was beginning to feel serious pulses of a positive-like energy, emanating from her groin. It felt wonderful and strange. Crystal was sweaty and out of breath. She had to stop. Nevertheless, she was pleased with herself. The teasing of her sister was fun, but there was more to be done. Her breathing was rapid; exaggerating the motions of her magnificent boobage twins. Looking down, she noticed her nipples had erected epically. The sisters were now seated on the bed, less than a foot apart. Gwen felt loose enough to keep staring at her sister's body. "Do you like my body, squirt? I notice you've been staring." Gwen nodded red-faced. Her sister was close enough to touch. The areolas crinkled as Gwen scrutinized them. She could feel her sister's heat from a foot away, and also see the perspiration from her exertion. "Do they make milk?" Crystal could see that Gwen was genuinely serious with her inquiry; silly little girl. She suppressed a chuckle. "Why don't you put your lips on one and try." "Really?" "Sure, we're sisters, so I guess it's okay. What's mine is yours. Just don't tell mom and dad. We both know they wouldn't approve." Crystal looked at her sister with anticipation. She placed her hand under her right d-cup and offered it to Gwen, who was too shocked to move. Crystal turned toward her sister and gently placed a hand behind Gwen's head, guiding her to the expectant nipple. Both of them were so excited about this new intimacy, that they almost passed out. Crystal shuddered as little Gwendolyn drew near, and finally enveloped the waiting nipple with her immature lips. Her eyes closed and she sucked with urgency. Shortly, her hands came up to help steady the tit. Though no milk came out, it didn't seem to matter to Gwen. Crystal was in ecstasy. The titty sucking caused wonderful stimulus in her body. She now had both her hands in Gwen's hair, caressing and encouraging her. Crystal soon began to purr and moan in response to little sister's oral ministrations. Her hands slowly explored the youngster's back; doing so subtly, so as not to frighten her. What sensations! Downstairs, Fred was fucking the shit out of Linda. Imagine all those years of marriage, and only two sexual encounters. The levee was breaking for this couple, and it would be impossible to change the course of passion now. Nearly his entire shaft was buried in the tiny wife. Suddenly, Mr. Waters got the urge to spin his impaled wife on his prick, like a propeller! He used both hands to accomplish this. The right hand pushed down, while the left pushed up. It was important for Fred to stay on his toes during this unapproved procedure, otherwise Linda's head could make unwanted contact with household objects. This unheard of activity only worked under ideal conditions, which consisted of a very long cock; a very stiff cock; and a very straight cock. The sensations were out of this world, and worth the risk to the woman's head and/or furniture! It was time to move this party into the bedroom. Fred walked carefully up the stairs, his wife still riding his pony. The hallway was just wide enough to keep spinning Linda. The radio in the girl's room allowed the parents to pass their room without advanced warning. A slight miscalculation caused Mr. Waters to move a little too close to the door of the girl's bedroom. The part of the propeller that was Mrs. Waters' head, banged into the doorknob as she was spun. This caused the door to rapidly swing open. "Owww, that smarts!" Linda was not happy about the unscheduled contact with the piece of brass. As the door opened, they could not help but look in. Their little Gwen was sucking the most gorgeous pair of tits belonging to their oldest daughter! The sisters had not yet noticed the sudden audience. Rather than put a belt to the impassioned lovers, Mr. And Mrs. Just watched. The sight caused the monster-sized boner to swell more fiercely, and stretch Linda to the max. Fred needed more stimulation on his prick. He got it by spinning his wife again; only this time he gave it more muscle. The combination of his girls in a wanton act of lesbianism, and the mega tight slot squeezing his dick, caused an orgasm to well up from his balls and shake his very soul. His wife screamed from the violence of her latest spin. Startled, the girls jumped, breaking their Sapphic bliss. They too screamed from the surprise; then shock, at what they were witnessing in the doorway. It was too late though. Fred was well on the way to a massive spooge. As he erupted, he let out a guttural scream that could be heard by neighbors. Ten years of cum in his balls boiled over. The sheer volume and velocity of the speeding sperm caused a high-pressure bottleneck in Linda's tiny, tight box. A second later she was launched off the rabid erection, still spinning. Fred felt what could have been gallons of sperm, pump out of his sweaty impassioned body. Linda Landed on her head as she hit the floor, trailing arcs of sperm from her recently overstuffed vagina. She screamed as she hit the carpet. More jets of jism continued erupting from her spermicidal maniac husband. He was not even touching it, but his penis throbbed as he loosened the remains of his load all over the sprawled body of his wife. The girls screamed again, scrambling from their compromising positions. Fred's reptilian brain had been stimulated to the point of orgasm. That part of him liked what he had done, and kept him hard with the plan of what he was about to do! The tip of the fourteen-inch penis dribbled cum as it swung and bobbed ahead of him on his way into the girl's bedroom. The two young daughters screamed again in unison; one naked the other holding her sister tight. Jade received kudos on her salad. Jennifer and Astrid were in their robes again, while Jenna ate casual in Wrangler's and a loose Western shirt. Jade snickered to herself, as she remembered how deliciously naked they had all been only a few hours earlier. Feeling 'bushed' and a little hung over, Jade made her apologies and retired to her room to read the 'St. Beave Catholic School for Girls' handbook. Once bellies were full, the Parker's went about their business. Astrid and Jennifer tidied up, did some chores, and watched some TV. Everyone felt a Deja Vu. Jenna had this nagging feeling that her dreams had somehow become prophetic lately, so she kind of moped around the house, deeply engrossed in her thoughts. When she came upon the big, overstuffed leather chair (so central in the earlier debauchery), her mind 'hiccupped' a series of sexy images. Jenna pushed them away. Surely, none of these things could have possibly happened in real life. She bent down and smelled the leather seat. She wondered why she did that, but her body seemed to have a will of its own. The smell was interesting. It excited young Jenna, and more filthy images flashed on her mind's stage. The stress from all this thinking and analysis made Jenna yearn for another shot of the Burning Bush products. Since Jade had thoughtfully (unbeknownst to them) hidden all of the samples, no one was able to get their 'Bush' fix that evening; making all a little edgy. Astrid and Jennifer wondered if they should tell the other of their sexy dreams. Jenna was doubly nervous because school was but a morning away. Alas, one of the drug's side effects was a need for more sleep. All these issues would have to wait for another opportunity. Reading in her room, Jade was really puzzled by the strange rules and regulations in her handbook. Eventually, she and Jenna fell asleep without even their bedtime prep rituals. The day's activities and the side effects of the Products, took their toll. Morning would prove colorful, to say the least. In her dream, Jenna felt her father's presence again. Though dressed in Arabic-looking clothes, he still wore his medieval helmet from her earlier dream, and in spite of the fact that his face was thus hidden, she knew it was him. It had been ages since he died in that oil war; she was always happy to see him though, even if in but her dreams. He hummed a familiar tune to her, as if trying to get her attention. She knew this tune. Leave your Tears behind, Come with [me] and find, The Pleasures of a Journey, To the Center of the Mind, Come along if you care, Come along if you dare, Take a ride to the land inside of your Mind, Beyond the Seas of Thought, Beyond the Realm of Wont, Across the Streams of Hopes and Dreams, Where Things are really Not, Come along if you care, Come along if you dare, Take a ride to the Land inside of your Mind, But please realize, You'll probably be surprised, For it's a land of no demand, Where Fantasy is Fact, So if you can, Please understand, You might not come back! (Acknowledgment: "Journey to the Center of the Mind"; Ted Nugent and the Amboy Dukes) The song always reminded Jenna of Him. He used to sing it to her when she was a toddler; though now the words sounded stifled by the war helmet. Jenna's mind filled in the weak spots in the melody, and added the music. Quite handy, the Human Mind. In this particular dream, Bradley stood at a crossroads; a big 'Y'. He seemed to be aware that his little girl was out there somewhere, but the war helm seemed to affect his sight as well as hearing; he seemed unable to respond to her desperate calls. It was as if he had developed Alzheimer's or something. Suddenly, a rushing ocean separated them; and as both still called out to each other, they eventually faded from each other's presence as a vast gulf of space and time drove a wedge between them. Once again, the dream had turned into a nightmare. Be that as it may, his presence excited Jenna, and somehow empowered her. The clock radio insisted it was time to wake for work/school. Its blaring went unnoticed for a time, and when it finally made its unwelcome point, Jade cursed under her breath. They were running late for D-day. It hardly seemed possible it was morning already. Big sister stumbled around, taking note that she and Jenn had not even undressed for bed the night before. She threw a pillow at little sister, insisting they needed to get cracking. They moved like corpses from 'Night of the Living Dead'. In order to save time, they had to share the bathroom. Luckily, both were too self absorbed with their personal discomforts to care about privacy issues. The Parkers cleaned up very well. Uncharacteristically, Mother was still asleep, and so Jade drove to school in silence, and this silence was returned by her mute passenger. Jenna had forgotten to ask where Jade had put the Products, and her body now felt their void. Both of them thought about the little colorful bottles of endorphin producing toiletries. Going without a dose for almost 24 hours made them irritable and jittery. Already, a few cars were in the teacher's parking lot. Both sisters hoped that the first day would not be too demanding. The building before them was old. The architecture was European, not Coloradoan in style. All in all, the edifice had a brooding and masculine aura. Gothic was not for the faint at heart... or those mired in the vast middle of architectural mediocrity! As they entered together, Bertha was there at the metal detector. The butch security person seemed to be in her element. Was Jade mistaken, or did their sudden appearance draw a leery grin from the big dyke (Jade's 'Gaydar' suggested the woman was indeed very gay)? She tried to avoid eye contact with her. Jenna felt the same intuitive insights. Head held high, Jade sashayed confidently through the airport-sized metal detector, which promptly went off. "Well, well, our new Gym teacher may be smuggling contraband! Please step to the side, and hold out your arms. This is a hand wand; I will need to use this on you to determine the source of the alarm. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt a bit!" The sisters were embarrassed by the sudden and unexpected insistence of the alarm. Being shy, they just wanted to blend in their first day. Jade could not imagine what might have set the damn thing off. Suddenly an observation struck her; the scanner-wand that was about to be used on her was not of the typical (phallic) variety. This was worn like a glove, with a box and dial pad that sat on the back. Just as a little warning bell sounded in Jade's brain, Bertha did exactly what she had feared. She used this gloved hand, running it over Jade's body. The woman had little tact. Her touch was rough, and in Jade's opinion, much too intimate. Bertha even nonchalantly cupped each breast during her inspection. Jade blushed to the core. Was that a smile she saw on the big burly guard? Oh well, it was all in the interest of safety. Better not to have another Columbine. But, why did the woman use both hands, when the wand was only on the one? "Ohhhhh..." The last feel was a cupping of Jade's pudendum under her skirt. The moan was involuntary. How thoroughly embarrassing! "You're clear to pass, must'ave been a 'falsie'... NEXT! Let's keep it moving please." Jenna had not seen all the touching; no... groping, as she stood behind her sister. She knew she would not like to be searched by this gruff, middle-aged woman. Luckily for Jenna, she had no metallic objects on her whatsoever. The alarm promptly went off anyway. "There must be some mistake. I have nothing under my clothes. Your machine must be improperly calibrated!" "Step to the side young lady, and spread out your arms. I am in charge of security, not you!" The woman's tone had become more authoritative. Jade cringed at the way her sister played right into the woman's shoulder that had the chip on it. To her, it was obvious the bull-dyke had confrontation in mind. She tried to gesture at her sister to back down, and not aggravate this woman further. Jenna was too inexperienced to realize how these games were played. "Hey..." Jenna was flabbergasted by the rough handling of her pristine virgin body. The crazy old broad even grabbed her breasts! Her t-shirt was tight enough to have made it obvious that there was nothing illegal hiding under there. Why couldn't this woman see the logic of it all. "Hold still little girl. My job depends on my thoroughness! You wouldn't want anyone smuggling a nuclear missile in here, now would you? This is for your own protection." How ridiculous, thought Jenna. The blonde dyke was treating her like a child! Admittedly, the woman was thorough. 'Missile my ass' thought young Jenna. Jade stood watching her sister get groped from just a few feet away. The contact of this woman's hands upon her sibling, bordered on inappropriateness; so why did her cunt just spill a teaspoon of nectar into her panties just by watching? Jade wanted to confront the woman, but the big guard wore one of those orange pins. That meant she outranked Jade's green pin. The thing to do was to keep quiet, at least for now, and hope Jenna has enough sense to do the same. The fifteen year old was shocked when the woman lifted the front of her smart looking blue skirt, and cupped her pantied mons. Yelping, she pushed the woman's hand away reflexively. Jade watched that in horror. She knew, that force against force should only be employed when you are confident that you are the superior force. Clearly, Jenna was reacting in a typical fashion to the invasion, but it would cost her. "If you interfere again, young lady, you will be disciplined severely! I suggest you stop wasting my time, or you WILL be punished!" Bertha had a fistful of the golden blonde's thick hair in her fist, as she talked at the young woman. Jade was right on the edge of acting in her sister's defense, when she became aware of something. It was that damn elevator music again. She had not even noticed it when they came in. Strangely, she found herself wanting to obey the big security guard, even though she vacillated toward anger. The damn music made her sleepy and agreeable, even though she generally found this kind of music very irritating. The undulating, diametric feelings within her really pissed her off. "Bend over, I need to check there too. Hurry up you little brat!" The security-dyke was disrespectful by all accounts, but she seemed to be in charge. Jenna's eyes teared up, but she complied. Jade watched a wicked smile engulf the big Lesbian's face. Bertha still pretended to watch the indicators on the mechanical sensing device, which did not produce any warnings after feeling up the boyish ass of young Jenna Parker. Jenna felt an intruding finger slide over her panties, and between her now moistening pussy lips. Suddenly, Bertha smacked Jenna's firm rump and spat out an order. "Looks like you're clean too, now move along, I've work to do, and next time you use the student entrance." With that she shoved her forward Jenna almost lost her balance. Jade seized her sister by the arm, and hurriedly led her away from this embarrassing scene. As they were leaving the security area, they heard another teacher set off the metal detector. They both cringed. The metal detector obviously caught another potential rule-breaker. Little did they now it was just a dog and pony show. Everyone Bertha wanted to grope, set the machine off. It wasn't even a fully operational metal detector! Mary, the principal, sat in her top floor office, clapping her hands at all the fun on the monitors. She loved being a teaching professional; it was such rewarding work. Mary watched the sisters part company in the long hallway, each one going to their respective destinies. The two females did not discuss what they just went through. Jenna went towards the auditorium, while Jade went to the Gymnasium. Jenna was a little early, so she walked around a bit, checking out her new daytime home. There was a posting near the sales booth that listed school sponsored student jobs. She read the list, and the pay intrigued her. She is going to need gas money for the Lamborghini! A job might be just the thing! The long cool woman behind her studied the fifteen year old teen with enthusiasm. What an outline Jenna presented! She wore a medium short blue dress with pleats. She presented a delectable outline. "Looking for a job, honey?" Jenna was startled, as she did not know anyone was behind her. "Yes, actually. Can you recommend one on this list?" "What's your name, blondie?" "I'm Jenna, and I'm in 10th grade." "Okay Jenna. Come see me after your last class. You will start today as my assistant. My listing is the highest paid, and the work is relatively easy. The nurse's station is in the basement. I'll be expecting you. My name is Shannon Obanyon. Don't be late." Jenna couldn't wait to tell her sister about the new job! The morning was a whirlwind of activities for staff and students. Jade studied her syllabus, and Jenna listened raptly in the auditorium, to the myriads of rules she was expected to learn and adhere to. Both sisters were a little shocked at how small the actual enrollment was. These would be very intimate classes. Jenna looked around her frequently, noticing how pretty all her classmates were. There wasn't an out of shape person there! And the teachers were all so young and beautiful as well. Jenna was proud as hell, when her sister came up and gave her own little orientation speech. When it was time for Sister Mary, the principal, to give her speech - she seemed to float as she approached the podium. A lot of the students visibly shuddered during her address. Jenna also felt a strange uncomfortableness. This was not a nice person. The day sped along; there would be no formal classes until tomorrow. That made most of the girls smile. On Jade's mandatory 'to do' list, was getting her student's statistics; height, weight, and all that kind of stuff. She put the class full of giggling girls in two columns, and made them count off. The even numbers went in one row; the odd in the other. This way, each pair could take statistics of the other, then trade off again. This was a model of efficiency, and would save a good deal of time; time for all to get to know each other. Jade passed out all the necessary paraphernalia and gave instructions on taking the statistical data. It was quite titillating to watch the teen girls with tape measures around each other's bust lines; an activity that elicited rampant giggling. The first class was 7th graders, followed by 8th graders the following period, and so on. Girls ranged in age from twelve to seventeen. Jade was thankful she could listen to a different music station in her Gym, though she still had this feeling of being watched, and sensed an impending evil; entropy might describe it best. Still, Jade was an optimist, so she made the best of it. The girl's were all so cute. Oh my. It was distracting. Quite a few of their nipples became erect after the bust measurements. That was nice to see. The information gathered today, would serve two purposes. One reason for the statistics was for 'before and after' comparisons. The other reason, was for ordering the little plaid uniforms in the correct sizes. Jade would need to collate all this of course, before it could be submitted. She kept an eye on her little sister when the 10th grade girls had their turn. Jenna seemed to be doing fine, in spite of the incident this morning. Jade had so much fun this first day. It was as if her students were more like friends; pretty friends. Lunch was excellent at the refurbished school. It was not your typical school fare. On a more disturbing note, Jade was horrified to see the infamous Burning Bush products for sale; side by side with paper and pencils. Yes, the kids were buying. This sort of dashed Jade's hopes that the school was maybe not involved in the potential conspiracy. Another disturbing thing, was the required physicals with the school nurse. The thought of that... nasty woman, touching her little sister... Speaking of young Jenna, she now stood in front of the frosted door of the infirmary; as the day was approaching a close. Jenna wished she had had time to tell her sister about the after school job. This could cause a transportation conflict, so her new car will really come in handy. She couldn't wait to get it! Timidly, Jenna knocked. The buzzer sounded, letting her in. The space had that medicinal smell, but also a pleasant undercurrent of flower essences; undoubtedly Burning Bush! The sound system here emitted very upbeat selections; made one almost want to dance! Jenna heard voices from the direction of a small adjacent exam room. One of the voices was definitely the hard- bodied, redheaded nurse. The other, she did not recognize. Clearly, nurse Shannon was aware of Jenna's presence; she would just have to wait her turn, so she took her time looking around at all the strange instruments. The infirmary was a stainless steel lover's dream. One of the tables held a file with Jenna's name on it. She looked. Inside was a job description for the position she had apparently stumbled into. It seemed a lot of her activities would involve cleaning, polishing and disinfecting the queen of surgical metals (Stainless). Faint crying sounds distracted her. They were coming from the exam room. Jenna could not help but saunter closer to the source. She concentrated on hearing the conversation; a distraught teacher was spilling her guts. "I just didn't know who else to turn to." "You did the right thing Jane, honey. Anything you tell me will be held in strict confidence! Now what is bothering you so much on only your first day of school?" "I... I don't know how to say it." "Just take a couple of deep breaths and tell me." "I can't stay at this school. You see, it's an all girls school." "What?" "I can't teach here. There is something wrong with me." "Whatever do you mean girl?" "I think I might be having abnormal desires." "For Pete's sake Ms. Warner, just come out and tell me what your fucking problem is!" Nurse Shannon had a short fuse. She was trying to be patient with the school's new art teacher, but tact was not her bedfellow. Jane had started to quietly sob once again. "Look, I'm sure I can help you if you just get to the point." The lithe blonde was diminutive compared to the tall redhead. She was afraid to make this confession, but her conscience would not leave her be. The nurse held her by the elbows, pretending concern. "This has never happened to me before, but I think I may be having improper thoughts towards the students, and even some coworkers. Oh Ms. Obanyon you've got to help me, I think I'm harboring lesbian fantasies!" She broke down again, wetting the hands that covered her face in shame. END Comments to: Hummmvee@Hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 21