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The Life of Jane - Chapter One
Jane. How best to describe her? Let us begin with the basic physical features first. Jane is a tiny petite young long blonde-haired girl. She is a slim, trim 5 foot nothing. Jane is athletic, having played sports all through high school. Though she is small in height and thin in frame, she does have one outstanding physical feature that draws her the most attention: her breasts. Jane was blessed with the largest set of breasts in her whole high school. It was often said when Jane was growing up that she looked like a balloon that someone had squeezed at the bottom. And being 19, those huge melons were still firm and high set. To offset their weight, Jane had to arch her back constantly, which did nothing to disguise their size.
But Jane's physical beauty and odd-looking silhouette were only half the story. Jane's disposition and her personality made up the other half. You see, Jane was one of the friendliest, kindest, most loving and trusting people you'd ever want to meet. No, she wasn't mentally challenged, although she thoroughly met the criteria upon which most blonde jokes were premised. No, Jane was just a very simple teenager. Her naivety and quickness to forgive made her the perfect victim for cruel torment all through high school. She rarely ever got angry even though classmates often took advantage of her and made a fool of her. She responded by smiling and laughing and moving on. Truth be told, Jane didn't really understand what had just happened anyway.
Jane also made it a point to be one of the most helpful girls ever. It was just something inborn in her. Jane just couldn't help but help. If someone asked her to do something, Jane would do it. She never questioned their motives Jane just did it. In her heart and in her mind, she reasoned the "asker" had a good reason for "asking" and so she typically fulfilled their requests. Jane was just a really, really nice girl.
The following are examples of a typical day in "The Life of Jane".
Chirping birds and buzzing insects earmarked this beautiful summer day. The rising sun warmed everything around and the smell of fresh cut grass tickled her nose. Jane arose from a wonderful slumber, stretched and showered. She had awesome plans for today. Today she was heading down to the beach to work on her tan. She had just graduated, a year behind her peers, but she had done it nonetheless.
"Whatca up to today, Jane?" her mother asked as she closed the refrigerator before gathering her things and heading off to work.
"I'm gonna go tanning, today momma," Jane giggled gleefully.
"Tanning, eh? Well, you be careful, okay?"
"I will," Jane reassured her mother as she packed her towel, sun tan lotion and tunes into a bag.
As the screen door bounced closed behind Jane's mother, it swung open again when her 15-year-old cousin Ruby walked in.
"Hey, Janie, what's up?" chirped Ruby.
Jane really didn't care for her younger cousin that much. She was probably the only person Jane felt uncomfortable around. But Jane knew her feelings for Ruby were HER feelings and not a true reflection of the girl.
"Hi, Ruby. I'm gonna go tanning down at the beach."
"Oh, cool. What suit are you going to wear?" slyly asked Ruby.
"This one," Jane replied, eagerly pulling out the full fitting two piece.
Ruby knew that one just wouldn't do. She loved the idea of seeing her cousin saunter around the beach wearing next to nothing so she offered, "Oh my Janie, that one just won't do."
"What do you mean?" puzzled Jane.
"I thought you were going tanning? How do you expect to tan with such a cumbersome, full-fitting two piece like that? Hang on a sec, I've got a suit at home that'll be much better for you to wear tanning. At least that way you'll actually be able to tan," snickered Ruby as she scampered next door to her house.
"Hmmm," Jane pondered, "she's right, you know." Jane smiled to herself when her cousin's idea came to fruition and she realized the young girl had her best interests at heart.
In the meantime, Ruby was nearly gasping for air as she rummaged threw her dresser looking for the two piece. It wasn't the run next door that winded the young teen, it was the devious thoughts that were making her gasp for air. She and Jane were just about the same size, but that didn't even matter. Ruby had NO intention of giving Jane her bikini, but rather she was looking for the one she'd worn two years earlier when she was 13.
"Ahhh, here it is," Ruby exclaimed as she clutched the tiny string bikini in her fist and darted downstairs.
Breathless, Ruby tried to calm herself as she entered Jane's house a second time. "Here you go cuz. This is what you should wear," Ruby said as she jammed the tiny two-piece into the bottom of Jane's bag and pulled out the old one. "That suit will allow some skin to show through and let you get a good tan, okay? Don't disappoint me and chicken out, okay?"
Jane trusted her little cousin and didn't even think to check the suit to see if it fit. She just grabbed her bag and with a quick wave, headed down to the beach.
York was a small community on the Atlantic coast and was a place where everyone knew everyone. It was a little known tourist town that had a moderate number of annual visitors each year. Jane's parents owned a couple cottages across the street from the beach that her father rented out and helped supplement the family income. So the trek to the beach was nothing more than a short walk.
The sandy street crunched under Jane's flip-flop's as she crossed the street. The warm breeze filled with the smell of sea air and crooning, gliding gulls wrapped Jane in an otherwise perfect day. She scampered to her favorite spot, which was just angled left of the stairs heading down from the street. The white sand was almost blinding, as Jane tossed her bag on the ground and spread out her towel.
The nice thing about the beach was that the street behind her provided an almost ten-foot tall wall that stretched over a mile in either direction and separated the "community" from the beach. In other words, in order to see the beach, you had to be on the street.
Not many people were out yet; after all, it was only 10 in the morning. Jane kicked off her flip-flop's and sat down. Ever since she was a kid she had changed on the beach and today was no different. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out the bikini her cousin had given her. It looked pretty small, but Ruby must have known what she was talking about.
Back at her house, Ruby hadn't waited for Jane to step off the porch before she started calling all her girlfriends. "You won't believe what my stupid cousin is going to wear on the beach today," she'd begin each conversation before divulging the dirty details of how she'd duped her cousin into wearing her tiny string bikini from two years ago.
It didn't take long for word to spread and before long, a breathless group of teenage girls had gathered at the top of the stairs to watch the show.
Jane didn't really pay attention to the murmuring behind her. The day was just too beautiful to worry about who might see her and who wouldn't. The closest family was about 30 yards away and they weren't paying any attention to her anyway. She spread the tiny bikini out on her blanket and arranged it so she could quickly put it on without delay.
"Oh my," she mumbled to herself when she saw just how really small it was. It was an ugly lime green thing that had two small triangles for the bottom with ties on the sides and the top had two REALLY small triangles with ties coming off all three corners. Fortunately, she sighed to herself, the tie that went around her back was one continuous string and the triangles were adjustable, space-wise.
Without thinking anymore or looking around behind her, Jane pulled her t-shirt off and bared those big beautiful breasts for all of nature to see. She took her time folding the top before placing it neatly in her bag. Then she lifted her bottom slightly and slipped her running shorts off and again folded them and placed them in her bag.
It never occurred to Jane that she was sitting naked on the beach. To her, it was just the natural thing to do. I mean, after all, "how else could she change," she rationalized to herself.
Unbeknownst to Jane, the small group of teenage girls had quietly slipped in behind her. A person walking on the sand was an act that made very little sound and Jane hadn't heard a thing.
"Hey Jane," blurted one of the girls, which startled Jane.
Jane instinctively tried to cover herself as her head snapped around to see who had just spoken. Before she could even react the group of five or so girls crowded in around her and sat down next to her. Each one acted as if they wanted a piece of her towel, they sat so close.
"Whatca doin' Jane?" one of the girls asked with a devilish tone.
Little did Jane realize that the one of the girls had secretly pushed her bag aside, while another crumpled Ruby's tiny bikini in her hand and stashed it in a back pocket. Jane just sat there with her knees drawn up to her chest and held them there with her arms wrapped around her shins.
"Hey girls," Jane stammered nervously, her nakedness feeding her shame. Jane recognized a few of the girls from high school but knew them only as friends of Ruby's.
"Out her to get some sun?" one asked.
"Uh, yeah," Jane admitted.
"Perfect day for it, too," added another.
"Have you gone in for a dip yet?" asked a third.
"No, I was just putting on my suit," Jane answered innocently.
"It's better if you take a quick swim first, you know. That way you don't get your suit all wet," the first girl answered quickly.
"Yeah, that's right," confirmed another as the girls all exchanged knowing glances.
"Really?" asked Jane. She'd never really thought about it like that, but it DID make sense now that she thought about it.
Before she had time to give it more thought, a couple girls had grabbed her under each arm and were pulling her to her feet. Jane tried to keep her breasts covered as best she could as the girls all giggled, pushed and pulled Jane toward the waters edge a few dozen yards away. Jane looked like a child compared to these girls. She was at least 4 or 5 inches shorter than the shortest one. And they were strong, too. She couldn't believe how easily they lifted her to her feet.
The girls delighted in watching Jane's humongous tits bounce wildly from side-to-side as the group dragged her along.
Jane's heels dug deeply into the sand and she muttered, "Please don't," as the girls forced her toward the water. A cold sweat covered Jane's skin when she envisioned what she must look like being pushed, naked, toward the water. She wanted to cry and she mentally searched for a reason why the girls insisted on doing this to her.
"Jump in Jane, jump in!" they all shouted when they stopped at the waters edge and pushed the naked beauty forward.
Jane knew her only chance to not be seen by anyone was to get in the water so she continued to run forward and dove head first into the first onrushing wave. The cool ocean water hardened her nipples and gave her goose bumps as she surfaced like a submarine. Her breasts glistened in the sun and jiggled as she steadied herself against the next wave. With both hands Jane brushed aside her hair from her face and blinked repeatedly to clear her vision.
When Jane re-focused the girls had gone. They were headed back to the stairs and a couple of them turned back and waved at the glistening beauty as she stood in waist deep water...naked.
Jane covered her breasts as best she could. She also wondered why they all decided to leave so suddenly. Then, it all became clear. Jane watched as the girls gathered up her towel and bag and headed up the stairs to the street. She was abandoned in the ocean, naked and no way to cover herself except with her hands. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't stay in there all day, she'd prune up or worse yet get sores on her skin. The longer she stayed the more people that would come, too. She had to do something and fast. "Should I just run for it?" she asked herself, "or should I just wait for some good samaritan to come along?"
Her options were extremely limited and she was running out of time. Just when she thought it was hopeless, she saw the girls crest over the street and head back down the stairs to the beach. "Phew," she thought, "I knew they were just kidding all along."
Something strange came over Jane, just then. She was determined not to let them get the best of her, so proudly, with her back arched firmly Jane slowly walked out of the water back toward the girls.
The mom near where she had originally spread her towel watched the naked teen stroll out of the water. She felt anger inside at this teenager's disdain for common decency, so she yelled out, "You really should put something on!"
Just as Jane realized she was making a fool of herself in the middle of the beach in front of everyone and anyone, the girls came scampering over and once again they surrounded her.
Her fear of being naked in front of everyone dissipated rapidly because Jane rationalized that no one could really see her through the circle of girls. Instead of running, which would be stupid since she was still naked, Jane opted to stand there and take comfort in their shield.
"Wow, you're all wet," giggled a girl.
"Want us to help you dry off?" eagerly asked another.
Before Jane could say 'no', hands swiped away at her soft, damp skin. Down her shoulders, across her back, down her breasts, over her taut stomach, hands roamed everywhere. The sensation was incredible and far over-powered her will to resist the intrusion of her private space. Jane wanted to resist, but each time a hand inadvertently brushed over a nipple or swept across her pubic hair, she melted a little more.
"Ohhhh, please," Jane tried to plead as she weakly pushed at their hands, "it's...it's okay, I can do it," she moaned.
"How?" a girl offered, "you don't have a towel."
Jane knew she was right. They were only trying to help, so she let them continue.
Within seconds the swiping turned to massaging. No longer was water being brushed from her skin, but rather it was being massaged INTO her skin. Jane's mind was becoming mush. Her vision drifted and she lost focus. Her head rolled loosely on her shoulders as Jane lost control.
The girls kept up their physical assault of Jane's most private areas. Hands massaged her thighs, her stomach, her tight, firm ass and best of all, her mammoth breasts. The girls took turns using two hands on each breast and grabbing the base of each and milking it toward the nipple. The girls' hands were too small to even touch thumb-to-thumb and fingertip-to-fingertip at the base of Jane's mammary. But they thoroughly enjoyed trying nonetheless.
They all recognized that the older teenager was putty in their hands. Her eyes were glazed over and she wasn't resisting or protesting. Heck, she could barely utter a word.
"Here," a girl softly whispered in Jane's ear, "put your hands over your head like this." The girl positioned Jane's arms overhead so that her hands were behind her head and her elbows were out to the side. "That's it, now stand just like that until we finish," she breathed in Jane's ear again.
Jane listlessly complied. Her skin crawled with a raging pleasure and she was powerless to stop them. Jane closed her eyes and decided to just enjoy being dried off by the girls. She was in heaven. How could she be so lucky to have friends like these come to her aid like this? No wonder Ruby liked them so much. Here they knew she'd somehow lost her stuff and without giving it a second thought, they offered to dry her off like this. How sweet.
Jane stood in the center of the group of young teenage girls with her hands placed neatly behind her head while their hands continued to roam her flesh. Her nipples began to ache as blood was continuously being forced there by the girl's incessant massage. When she felt a gentle tapping between her upper thighs, Jane instinctively complied with the unspoken command and spread her feet.
Everyone within view of this spectacle watched the proceedings.
Jane groaned as hands simultaneously slid down her ass crack and across her pubic area. She moaned loudly when her vagina was cupped and squeezed firmly.
The girls took turns softly whispering into Jane's ears. Tiny tongues licked at her lobes and caused her to shudder with arousal.
Jane's labia swelled with anticipation, as her nipples stretched beyond normal size. Her body was aching for some kind of release, but Jane didn't know what.
Everyone around could Jane's stomach convulsing with anticipation. It was obvious to most that she was getting close to climax and they all were intent on witnessing it.
Two hands fully grasp Jane's ass and firmly squeezed. Jane reacted by pushing her pelvic area forward onto a waiting hand, which grabbed her vagina and dipped a finger deep into the sopping crevice. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," Jane moaned loudly.
Suddenly Jane felt her nipples being tugged on gently. Each tug sent a lightning bolt of arousal into her loin and she could feel her pussy twitch.
Jane didn't know it, but two girls were sucking on her tits in unison. A third girl was fingering her pussy, while a fourth was groping her ass. Jane was going to cum and there was nothing she could do about it. Her breathing shallowed and quickened.
"Oh, oh, oh," panted Jane, her knees weak.
All the girls knew Jane was close. They reveled in their deviant behavior in front of all these strangers. It was exhilarating to them to think about defiling this beautiful older teenager in front of them. They upped their attack, as Jane's panting got louder.
Jane's nipples were being sucked at a furious pace. She could feel her nipples thrusting in and out and shrinking and swelling inside somebody's mouth repeatedly. Something deep in her stomach was building and she had to let it go.
Jane's pussy was a soaking mess of sloppy skin and the girl pumped two fingers in and out as fast as she possibly could. Each thrust bumped against Jane's swollen clit and sent unbelievable shocks of elation through her body.
No longer could Jane resist. With a loud groan, "OOOOOHHHHHHHH," Jane gushed in orgasm for everyone to see. Reflexively, she thrust her hips forward and back and ground her sopping pussy onto the hand inside. Jane's anus convulsed and twitched on the thin finger inside, too. Her body was covered with a light coat of sweat as the physical release of girl cum flowed from her loin.
Slowly but surely Jane began to recover.
Without a spoken word, the girls all turned and skipped away, giving each other high fives as they departed.
Woozily Jane dropped her arms and regained her balance. She groggily looked around and slowly realized that she was standing naked on the beach in front of dozens of onlookers and stopped cars on the street. She realized she had nothing to cover herself with but her hands.
Ashamed and humiliated, Jane did her best to cover herself as she ran past the cheering crowds and honking horns.
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