Thread: Roses and Jasmine (Victorian and Whisp)

Arriving at the village she had studied was both exciting and embarrassing. The small community had gathered to welcome the Professor and she could tell he was a good friend of the elders by the respect they showed him as they pulled into the small settlement. She had about two minutes to observe his interactions with them before all attention seemed to turn towards her. The younger men started laughing and shoving playfully to each other, pointing at her and trying to gain her notice. Jasmine laughed at their behavior, smiling with appreciation while they showed off for her benefit. As more people arrived, older and more mature men started pushing the youngsters to the side gently, making their own bid for attention. Jasmine was now in the middle of a full body blush. She had never had this many eyes focused on her and it wasnt a comfortable feeling. The women started to move forward and get between her and the crowd of men. The whole affair would have been frightening if not for the playful and happy vibe everyone was displaying. All the women were suddenly talking to her at once...a confusing jumble of Khmer, French and English, that last being the only one she had any hope of understanding. The younger girls were much better at using a mix of hand gestures and simple words, so Jaz tried to focus on them while they lead her off in the opposite direction of the Professor. Both of her hands were held, pulling her after them as she looked over her shoulder and watched him leave with what looked like the chief. An hour later, Jaz was in the middle of a larger hut after being moved from one of the smaller buildings. From what she could piece together, the Professor had let them all know he had taken her virginity...she had turned an impressive tone of fire engine red when she figured that one out. so she was now allowed into the adult hut. It stood lifted about four feet off the ground on numerous five inch pillars dug deep into the earth. There was a ladder leading up to the small house like building of straw and dried vegetation. The entire thing had looked flimsy, but once inside,she could feel how sturdy it really was. She currently sat on a woven mat, naked as the day she was born and surrounded by a ring of women. They had tried to give her cups of tea, and she knew instantly that it was the same tea the Professor had given her their night together. So far Jaz had avoided drinking any, knowing the affect it would have on her and fearing what she would do without the Professor nearby to help her deal with it. A few of the older women had bowls of water and had started to gently wash Jasmines body while all the women were telling her stories of what she suspected where their own favorite sexual exploits. Sitting on her knees with pretty, exotic looking females bathing her, listening to their tales of erotic nights of passion, Jasmine was starting to get a little flustered. One of the young women stepped in behind her and started slowly brushing her long mane of hair. Carefully weaving the thick mass into an intricate style that rested on the top of her head, preventing her usual habit of hiding behind the thick curtain. Jasmine desperately tried to fight the tingling sensations starting to fire over all her nerves endings while kneeling naked on the soft grass mat, coarse cloths washing over every inch of her skin with a heady fragrance filling the crowded hut. The quiet hum of the women talking, the tinkling sound of the washcloths dipping into the water and the feel of gentle hands pulling the cool damp material across her body made it impossible to ignore the fiery blaze that was slowly building. This, um...I mean, you dont have to help wash me...Im sure I can do it Jaz saw the woman on her right shake her head and smile. She re-dipped her cloth into the bowl and then brought it up to her chest, squeezing and letting the water drip and flow over and between her breasts, all the way down over her flat stomach, finally into the soft brown curls between her legs. A small gasp escaped Jasmine the first time the cool liquid ran its path. Her nipples tightened into hard pink peaks, a slight current in the air teasing and tormenting the now oversensitive tips. She knew her sex was already damp hoped her bathing assistants would at least let her take care of intimate bits on herself. Everywhere the women washed, it seemed her body became inflamed with desire and need and she had to concentrate, try to stem the passionate flames. The soft sound of womens laughter brought Jasmine slightly out of her hazy, sex filled thoughts. Looking around the women were all smiling knowingly at her. One of them nodded towards the water bowls and looking closer, Jaz realized the water was filled with the Ko leaves she had been avoiding in the tea. Everything now fell into place and Jasmine knew she was going to have a long night, deciding then and there to enjoy the experience instead of fighting it. She was privileged to have been welcomed so readily into the village and excepted into their customs, not to mention the great insight it would give her to their rituals once she was writing about it in her studies again. Her bold decision was tested a few minutes later when she was laid out on the floor and one of the elder woman approached her with a sharp looking knife. Her dark brown eyes almost popped out of her head when she recalled the Professors talk of cutting during rituals, but a few of the women laughed and held her still. When they pulled her legs apart and poured a warm lather over the dark curls guarding her sex, she finally understood. Gasping with relief, her head falling back and banging softly on the floor she groaned a half hearted protest. The fear that had made her heart thump painfully in her chest seemed to now transform into need and intensified the desire already burning within her. She closed her eyes, wanting the small pretense of privacy. She felt a small warm hand between her legs, followed by the cold steel slowly dragging over her delicate skin. She was afraid to move and unconsciously held her breath. With each swipe of the blade, more of her puffy pink folds were revealed. She had never felt as naked and vulnerable as she did now, nor had she ever felt as aroused. Her night with the Professor had been fast and passionate, it had burned bright and hot as hades...this time, her arousal had built slowly until every single spot in her body felt like an erogenous zone. The woman continued her work with the blade, stopping to sharpen it once, until the only hair left on Jasmines entire body was above her neck. Sometime during the long slow process, a few of the women had started touching her intimately. Tweaking and pinching her nipples, running their fingernails over her skin...one had even slipped her fingers into her damp and tingling pussy, teasing the swollen little pearl of her clit. Jasmine was so aroused by now that the touch had her whimpering with need. Opening her eyes and looking around, Jaz saw that men had joined them in the hut and a few were already paired up with the women. Oh gods... she whispered into the falling darkness, her entire body alight with lust, almost painful now. Her clouded mind was ashamed and aroused all at once, one feeding the other as she watched the couples in various sexual acts. No one was touching her any longer, but they were watching her writhe with need, taking pleasure in her watching them as they watched her. The hut filled with the scents and sounds of fucking. Turning her head to the opposite side...Jasmine found who she was hoping to along at the far wall. The Professor was sitting on the floor of the hut beside the chief, watching her intently. She hoped the lust she saw shining in his eyes wasnt just wishful thinking on her part. Seeing him sitting there had her wondering for a moment how long he had been watching her, but the thought vanished just as quickly when she noticed he was just as naked as she was, and from the look of his engorged cock, he was just as aroused as Jasmine was. Turning over and getting onto her hands and knees, she licked her lips with hunger, looking up into the Professor's eyes, letting him see exactly what she wanted as she slowly approached, whispering so quietly, he would more be able to read her lips than hear her voice, Please, Professor?