Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (7 page)

When her mother came in to check on her, after she got home from work, Jana told her she thought it was a cold and she’d rest for the weekend.

In the middle of the night, Jana awoke, and checked the house to make sure all the doors were bolted from the inside. She was afraid Principal Stevens might have actually broken into the house. But she saw no sign of it.

She turned on
her laptop and retrieved the memory stick that contained
the video that she’d made of Courtney, the principal’s daughter.

On the screen, Jana saw her own stomach and legs, a blurry camera-phone video of Courtney on all fours, her face and mouth plunging into Jana’s pussy. Matt was visible behind Courtney, thrusting away.

No, she though
t
, it wouldn’t be enough leverage to stop the principal. It had stopped that bitch Courtney, and Jana thought that though the principal would be quite embarrassed if this video came to light, in the end it would just be another teenage “sexting” scandal. She didn’t think it would dissuade him from doing whatever he had in mind for her mother. From what Courtney had said, the principal didn’t care for Courtney much.

She needed more.

Watching the video, Jana’s hand dipped into the white panties she still wore and she began rubbing her clit, breathless as she remembered the feeling of Courtney’s mouth on her pussy, and the principal’s cock in her mouth.

On the screen, Jana asked sweetly, “Do you like that, Courtney?”

Courtney answered “Oh, god, yes.”

It was all so much. Six weeks ago she’d never even touched a boy …

She fingered herself to a quiet orgasm, and then lay thinking for a while.

She didn’t have Courtney’s number on her phone; after the events in the VIP box at the night club, they’d agreed it was unwise to keep in touch. She opened the ICQ chat program, where they both had accounts under assumed names , and they could chat anonymously .

Jana asked Courtney about her mother. 

A few days later, Jana was lying naked on a massage table as Courtney’s mother, Principal Stevens’ second wife, spread coconut oil all over her.

Her name was Adrianna, and she was about 40. But like Jana’s mother, she was still in extremely good condition. Jana thought the breasts looked a little too big and pert for a woman of that age; she guessed they were implants. And the lips were a bit more full than the otherwise thin and sharp features of the face would suggest, so Jana guessed that they were the result of collagen injections. 

But it was good work, and at least relatively tasteful in comparison to the woman’s body type and size. Adrianna had a thick curly head of red hair, matching her lipstick, now pulled back in a ponytail from which several strands had escaped.

Jana had arrived at the health spa, of which Adrianna was the owner and manager, a few hours previously. She’d relaxed in the heated pools of varying temperatures and in several saunas of different kinds. The spa was about to close for the evening, so most of the customers were on the way out.

Jana had made an appointment for a massage and wellness session with Adrianna under an assumed name. She knew that Principal Stevens was out of town at a training seminar that day, but she nonetheless drove around in circles for a while to make sure nobody was following her.

Adrianna was rubbing the oil all over Jana’s back and then began kneading the muscles around her neck with strong, practiced hands. Jana moaned her pleasure.

Jana had come into the room still wearing the blue
bikini
swimming suit that she’d worn in the sauna.

Jana put down her towel and cellphone, and when Adrianna greeted her in the small clean private massage chamber, Jana quickly removed the bikini and dropped it on the floor, to see Adrianna’s reaction.

It was the combination of surprise and pleasure, and that familiar look of predatory hunger that she saw in the eyes of Principal Stevens. It was the look that she had been hoping to see. She knew she was in the right place.

“I mean, I was supposed to take the bikini off, right?” said Jana eagerly. “A real massage should be done on the naked body, right?”

Adrianna smiled rather craftily. “Of course, dear. Lie down.”

“Hold on, let me turn off my telephone,” said Jana. “I want to get away from stress today.” Jana checked her phone and then laid it back down on the towel on top of a cabinet full of massage oils and creams.

Adrianna uncapped a bottle of coconut oil and began spreading it on Jana’s smooth white skin.

“Ohhhhhhhh, that feels so good,” said Jana.

“Your muscles are really tense. I’m guessing it’s from stress,” said Adrianna, kindly. She stood over Jana wearing a blue smock.

“Oh, yes,” said Jana, sadly. “I have some problems at school,” she said.
You could ask your husband about that,
she thought.

“A girl so young as you under such stress, it’s a shame. Kids work so hard these days,” said Adrianna. “People really need to relax more. Of course, I would say that, though – it’s my line of work!”

Jana laughed politely, and felt a spasm of pleasure as Adrianna began to work on her lower back.

“It’s actually hard for me to relax when people touch me,” admitted Jana.

“Oh,” cooed Arianna. “Yes, a lot of people have that problem. I see it every day. Such a shame.”

“Every day?” asked Jana, innocently.

“Every day. A lot of people have been the victim of ... inappropriate touching ... “ said Adrianna, thoughtfully.

“What do you mean? Sexually?” asked Jana.

“Yes. Has anything like that ever … happened to you?”

“Back when we lived in Russia, when I was 12, my mother said that a friend of my father’s was in my room one night for a while, before anybody realized he was there. I don’t remember it; she was afraid he might have done something.”

Jana could tell by the increasingly slow and sensuous movement of Adrianna’s hands that Adrianna enjoyed hearing such stories.

Yes, Jana thought, I’m definitely in the right place.

“Well, if you don’t remember it, maybe nothing happened.”

“I don’t know …
I can’t remember it, but sometimes I think … I don’t know.”

“The important thing to remember is that it wasn’t your fault,” said Adrianna tenderly.  Her hands were moving over Jana’s ass now, rubbing the oil into the big muscles of her buttocks.

“Your hands feel good there,” said Jana. “But it makes me a little nervous. Men touch me there in elevators sometimes … ”

Adrianna made a sympathetic sound. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I … no, I guess not,” said Jana.

“It’s a very important and well-used muscle group, the gluteus maximus,” said Adrianna, coolly. “It’s very important to treat them well.”

Jana said, “Yes, okay. It does feel good.” 

“Of course it does. Just relax, dear. So you were telling me that when you were younger, a friend of the family was found in your bedroom?” 

“Mmmmmm,” said Jana. “I was just starting to get breasts then. They were growing faster than the rest of me. My t-shirts were too small for them and they really stuck out. It did make me feel sort of ashamed, like I was … I don’t  know, a tease … ” Jana let her voice trail off.

“Oh, you poor baby! Don’t think there’s anything wrong or shameful about your breasts,” said Adrianna. “Okay, now, roll over.”

Jana rolled over, and she could see the barely-disguised look of sexual arousal on the face of Adrianna Stevens. This woman not only got off on touching her clients, she got off on hearing their stories.

Jana covered her breasts with her hands, and sighed, closing her eyes. “Are you sure?  I do feel ashamed sometimes. I feel like I’m teasing men; I know they like my big breasts. I try not to dress in anything too tight or revealing.”

Adrianna’s eyes were languid with pleasure as she looked down, enjoying Jana’s confession. “Why shouldn’t you dress the way you like? It doesn’t make you a tease.”

“Are you going to massage my breasts today?” asked Jana shyly.

“Well,” cooed Adrianna, “do you want me to?” She was tracing her fingers lightly over Jana’s stomach, and Jana felt her nipples hardening, and squeezed her breasts a little more firmly.

“I don’t know … ” said Jana doubtfully. “Is it okay?” Her voice was tiny and child-like.

Adrianna smiled and said, “Of course it’s okay … it’s excellent therapeutically, helps stimulate the lymph nodes … hmm, well, maybe I don’t need to tell you. It seems you like touching them yourself, actually.”

Jana smiled up at Adrianna, her huge green eyes spilling with gratitude. “Mmm-hmmmm,” she sighed. “But I want you to touch them.” 

“With oil?”

“Of course,” said Jana, purring like a kitten, removing her hands from her breasts and revealing them.

Adrianna could hardly hide her heavy breathing now as she poured the coconut oil over Jana’s breasts and began massaging them, thoroughly and artfully.

Jana didn’t try to conceal her excitement, she moaned and writhed on the table as Principal Stevens’ wife molested her.

“So nice,” said Jana. “It feels so good.”

“Of course it does,” said Adrianna. “It feels good and it’s good for your health, relieves stress. There’s nothing bad about it, is there?”

“No, I guess not,” said Jana.

“Do you think that friend of your father’s might have done something like this to you?” asked Adrianna.

Jana pouted and closed her eyes. “I don’t knooowww …”

“It’s okay, Jana. It’s all going to be okay. Did you father ever touch your breasts?”

“No … he wasn’t around very much … he spanked me sometimes, that’s all.”

“Poor girl,” said Adrianna. “Would you like me to rub your legs now?” She was smiling down confidently at Jana, who was purring and writhing beneath her hands.

“Yes, touch my legs
.
.
.”

Adrianna began rubbing and massaging the muscles in Jana’s inner thighs. Jana moaned aloud.

“Are you going to touch me … there? Between the legs?” asked Jana, quietly.

Adrianna smiled down at her. “Now, why would I do that? There are no muscles there.”

Jana made a pouty, disappointed noise, like a spoiled child being denied a sweet.

“It’s not why you’re here, dear,” said Adrianna. She began rubbing Jana’s small and dainty feet, flexing the toes.

“Oh, that feels so good,” said Jana. “I feel so good.” Jana couldn’t resist bringing her hands up and teasing her nipples with her fingers.

“I’m glad you feel better,” said Adrianna. “Now, turn over again.”

“Mmm, what are we going to do now?”

“Well, prior to the colonic cleansing, I need to take your rectal temperature. Okay?” said Adrianna gently, pulling a tray with some Vaseline and a large thermometer on it close to the table.

“Ohhhh,” said Jana, childlike, still pouting. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, dear. Don’t worry. I’m a registered nurse.” She pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

“I know, I trust you,” said Jana. “Of course I trust you.” She was pinching and pulling her own nipples now.

She rolled over on her stomach, and felt the principal’s wife spreading her ass cheeks a little, and smearing Vaseline around her anus with one latex-gloved finger.

“I’m just going to check your anus, and make sure there are no fissures or anything out of the ordinary … ”  said Adrianna, breathlessly.

Jana grunted and moaned, trying not to force her ass backwards onto that slow finger as it circled her
anus
, rubbing her breasts against the table.

“Shhh,” cooed Adrianna. “Don’t worry, just relax. It won’t hurt.”

The latex-covered, greasy finger began to very slowly squirm
past her sphincter and into her rectum.
Jana gasped with pleasure, and let out a low moan.

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh, just a litt
l
e …” 

“It’s okay, dear. Just relax. Okay?”

“Yes,” said Jana meekly.

Then Jana felt the finger retract out of her asshole, and a cold piece of metal touch the outer rim of her anus.

She cried out. “It’s cold!”

“Shh, dear. Be still.”

“Ohhhh … “ said Jana, gasping for breath, as the cold alien-feeling metal and glass cylinder began to slide into her asshole. It seemed not only to enter but to rotate and probe around.

“Ohh, ohhhh,” moaned Jana. “Ohhhhhh, is it okay? Is my temperature okay?”

“Shh, you have to wait a full two minutes.” Adrianna was stroking Jana’s hair now. “Just relax. It’s okay. I’m a professional.”  

“I can’t … it feels so strange … smooth and sort of … glassy … it’s uncomfortable. Please, I don’t like it!” Jana could barely resist reaching under herself to rub her clit, her pussy felt like it was throbbing. She was so turned on. “Ohhhhh,” she said and felt tears pooling up and spilling from her eyes.