Jasmine Maes Friends at the Clinic

Part 5 of The Demeter Foundation

Jasmine felt William's erection through his trousers and turned around to give him a hug, pulling his head down so it rested between her breasts. "I can't send you out with that stiffy," she whispered, "Everyone will notice and you won't be able to concentrate on your job!"

"N-no, ma'am," the boy said unsteadily, his lips only centimetres from a dark brown nipple as firm and erect as the boy's penis.

"You enjoy your job very much, don't you?" She shrugged minutely, moving her nipple just a little closer, "Do you wash and fold clothing or just collect it for the laundry and bring back the clean clothes?"

"I do everything," he said, then corrected himself. Awkwardly, "Well, I mean, there's a lot of laundry and I'm not the only one working there," he took a breath, realizing he was speaking too quickly, "B-but I do all kinds of things, run the clothes through the washer and dryer, fold... there's very little ironing to do, since nobody wears much in the way of business or formal clothes anymore."

"Relax, honey," she put her arms around him, feeling his erection nudging her a little harder, "Give me a hug!"

Gingerly, he put his arms around her. This put her nipple so *close," looming huge in his eyes, it almost brushed his lips.

"You enjoy folding the laundry after it comes out of the dryer?"

"Ma'am?"

"Those socks and shirts and skirts and running shorts and leotards and brassières and *panties* all so warm and soft. It's all right," She gently pushed her very *erect* nipple so it brushed his lips. "It's totally natural for a boy to be excited by women, or by the clothes women wear."

"Y-yes Ma'am," He didn't quite know whether she wanted him to suckle her nipple or tell her he did indeed desire to get his hands on her panties. At least she had said *after* the delicate undergarments had been washed!

"You can feel where a woman's nipples would be, where her arse-cheeks would be cradled in soft cotton?"

"Y-yes!"

"Where her pussylips and clit rub when she exercises and her panties get wet with her sweat?"

"Oh, YES!" He shivered, "Oh, *thank you* Ma'am, for understanding."

"Mmm," she murmured, kissing him gently as he kissed her nipple, "You'd like to wrap my panties around that nice hard cock of yours," she moved one hand down and cupped his crotch, "You'd like to stroke your cock and squirt your love tribute *all over* where you know my pussylips will go when I put them on again."

It wasn't a question, but he objected, "Oh, no, Ma'am! Maybe I take a little extra time folding the more, um, *exciting* bits, but I'd never do anything like that with your laundry!"

"Of course not, darling! I meant before you put it in the wash!"

"Oh, no Ma'm! I could never do that!" He pulled away.

"Ever keep a particularly choice article of intimate clothing for yourself?"

"No!" He seemed even more shocked at the notion of theft than of soiling (and then cleaning, of course) a guest's panties with his semen. But then he paused, wanting to be totally honest with her, "Sometimes when the guests lose weight some of them want to show off the new clothes they buy and I tell them the new knickers are even prettier than the old ones, they ask me if I want to have the old ones and they make me a present of them!" The words all came tumbling out.

She pulled him closer again, "You must have enough to clothe an entire harem!"

He didn't really answer, just saying, "The guests all lose weight and so many of them buy a new wardrobe so quickly."

"My dear sweet William, I *promise* when I lose weight, I'll buy some absolutely *fabulous* new lingerie and I'll make you a present of a few choice *brand new* pieces!"

She thought she saw a trace of a frown.

Oh, of course! "I'll put them on and model them for you first, before I give them to you. Would you like that?"

"Oh Ma'am, that would be so *special!* None of the other guests have done that for me!"

Jasmine wondered. The women she'd met at lunch and dinner seemed that they might very well "do that" and a great deal more besides for an obliging young man like William. "I can see it excites you!" She was feeling his crotch now, not seeing it. "But I'm still concerned all this *excitement* might spoil your concentration at work."

Pausing, she pretended to think.

"Concentration is important," she said finally, dropping to her knees, "Watch what you can do if you concentrate!" Taking the pull tab of his zipper expertly between her front teeth, she pulled down and the white cotton of his briefs popped out, propelled by his erection.

Then she reached under her skirt, "I can see your knickers, you should be able to see mine, just to be fair." Tugging the strings of her thong over her buttocks and down her thighs, she squirmed from one knee to the other and pulled it free, waving it in a circle like a pink sling. The bulge in the boy's briefs grew bigger.

Bringing the pink triangle of the thong up to his crotch-bulge as if she were polishing it, she said, "This will work better if you drop your trousers, dear!"

He had a bit of a struggle getting his tight, white briefs off over his erection, but it soon popped up, bouncing free. Smiling, she draped her thong over it like a flag, then kissed a glistening pearl of pre-ejaculate forming at the tip.

"Don't worry if you've got a girlfriend. It's not really sex if we do it this way," she licked her lips and began to stroke the shaft of his penis with the cloth, already damp with her pussyjuices, "At least that's what I tell my boyfriend!"

"Ms Jasmine," the boy moaned, "Your panties!" She could hear the lust in his soft voice, "Your panties feel so good! I -- I never had a woman do that for me!"

"Don't thank me yet," she licked him again, "I don't want you to cum in my panties." She felt his body jerk, so she quickly continued. "*Because,*" she emphasized, "I want your cum on my tongue!" She heard him sigh with relief, or maybe with pleasure. Or both. "I want all your juice, no need to get anything embarrassing on my laundry!"

"Oh," her voice was a bit indistinct now, her lips and tongue busily caressing the head of his cock, "I don't mind a boy masturbating with my panties and jizzing in them! It's so darling, a boy's passion, *but*" she took his cockhead in her mouth and held it for a count of five, "Today I want to drink every drop of it!" She paused, letting it sink in, rubbing the shaft of his cock faster with those pink panties, "Do you think you can do that for me, William?" She took the head of his cock in her mouth without waiting for an answer. She didn't hear a yes or no from him - not that she expected a no! -- only a rising moan... but she took that as signifying consent.

Stroking him faster and faster, she smiled, thinking of how much more fun it would be next time when she hunted up the silk panties she'd brought for evening video play with her boyfriend. Imagine if he found out she'd masturbated another man with them, or even if this boy's semen was on them!

Now if she could remember which silk panties were the ones her boyfriend had given her for her birthday, that would be a special treat...

William's breath was coming faster and faster. Jasmine's long experience with boys taught her the exact right moment to gently cup his testicles in her free hand and suck just a little bit harder. Seconds later, she was drinking from the little firehose.

Most boys she kept their penises deep in her mouth, swallowing each squirt as the boy produced it for her. With William's cockshaft wrapped in her panties instead, she had the luxury of letting her mouth fill with spurt after spurt of warm, delicious semen!

Patiently, she waited for him to finish, massaging the last few drops, her fingers stroking his softening shaft with her pink panties. Leaning back and smiling broadly, she caught his eye and showed him the ocean of glistening cream overflowing her open mouth. As soon as she saw him watching, she closed her lips and swallowed audibly. The boy shivered, sank down, exhausted, and sat on the bed.

Struggling to her feet, she stretched her back and legs, dropped her skirt around her ankles and kicked out, flinging it to the laundry hamper, where she also dropped her panties, bra and T-shirt. She stood there for a minute, giving him the full view of her body, heavy breasts with still erect nipples, curvy, substantial hips and her full bush of wild, curly dark brown pubic hair framed by a triangle of tan lines. The boy lay back on her bed, eyes glazing over.

She bustled about, finding her bikini, sandals and robe, dressing in front of William, then bending down to kiss him on the cheek and whisper, "I'm thinking I'll need a visit from my laundry boy every day!"

On the way out, she noticed the canvas laundry bin he'd left just outside her door. *He's young,* she thought to herself as she walked to the pool in the clothing-optional area, *He'll recover in plenty of time to finish his rounds!*"

It was getting late, and the pool area was deserted, except for a young man she didn't recognize sitting in a lounge chair. When he saw her, he stood up immediately, "Ms Jasmine," he said respectfully, "We're all ready for you!" He gestured to the pool cabaña; the door was open and the light inside was on.

*We?* She felt a thrill run down her spine, between her legs and up inside her again, *Ooooh! This is going to be special!*

The two who were already in the cabaña she recognized. The slim Oriental was the waiter she'd spoken with at breakfast. The more muscular boy with soft brown eyes and short brown hair was the operator of the cock she'd had last night for an after-dinner protein shake. The third boy, the one who had greeted her and was now closing the door behind them, she couldn't recall if she'd seen him waiting tables. He was darker skinned, with long, sultry eyelashes and a slightly foot-shifting uncomfortable demeanour, as if... could this be the first time he'd had an opportunity to *play?*

They had cleared a space for a large beach towel laid out on the springy foam-rubber floor, but were still fully dressed and standing to the side, patiently waiting.

She took off her robe and dropped it on one of the beach chairs, then slipped out of her sandals and stepped onto the towel. "Comfortable!" she said, curling her toes and kneading the towel like a cat. "Much easier on the knees, especially since today I'm going to take my time sampling *three* such handsome young men!" She reached behind her back and untied her bikini straps, her breasts tumbling out as she tossed the top of her bikini with her robe. They looked at her, puzzled, as she stepped out of her bikini bottom, but all began to undress. "Of course," she moved her feet imperceptibly further apart, "If one of you would like to lie on the blanket and give me a nice tongue to ride..."

The boys undressed but didn't know what to say. "How about you?" she asked the Oriental as his trousers came down, revealing more porcelain skin and almost hairless genitals, delicate and compact, "Are you skilled at tongue-massage?"

"Um," he mumbled uncertainly.

"Well for fuck's sake," she said impatiently, "It's just going to be tongues today!" Why did she say "today"? She wasn't going to be riding any cocks here, no matter how long her stay at the clinic might be! Unless her boyfriend managed to visit, of course.

"I'm not going to cheat on my boyfriend!" she said for emphasis, looking pointedly at the boy she had enjoyed a relaxing time by the pool last night *not cheating* with him, "You know that!" He nodded: oral sex wasn't cheating.

The Oriental boy obediently stretched out on his back, his penis growing, the head emerging from its foreskin cowl as if it still expected to enjoy exploring inside Jasmine's magnificent pubic bush, now looming over him as she positioned her feet on either side of his head. She had to stand with his body behind her to give the boy she was sucking off a place to stand. But it meant she couldn't see the boy's stiffening cock: she wished she had a mirror (or a lot of mirrors) to see what was going on around her.

The dark-skinned boy, as she discovered when he undressed, was circumcised. She hadn't had one of those since she and her boyfriend had encountered a young Persian man. A refugee, they had to disabuse him of some neanderthal Islamic ideas about women, but they had eventually moulded him into a superb lover.

"Come over here," she motioned to him as she squatted over the Oriental's face, "I'm nice and comfortable sitting on this handsome young man's face and I'm not going to have him move from this position!" She stroked the Oriental's straight black hair as she manoeuvred her lips and clit over his lips and tongue.

When the circumcised boy took his place in front of her, she reached out and cupped his testicles in her hand, then turned to the third boy, the one whose cock she had already tasted yesterday, and said, "Don't be shy! I never leave anyone out, no matter how many lovers I have! Touch me, touch me everywhere!"

"And you too," she looked down through the thick fur of her pussy into the Oriental boy's eyes, "Touch me anywhere you can reach."

From that position he couldn't reach far, but he was soon cupping her buttocks, feeling the tautness of her thigh muscles as she squatted. As he kneaded her flesh, separating her arse-cheeks, she wondered, would he be daring enough to slip a finger in and tickle her anus?

Then she looked up, into another pair of dark eyes, "Don't hold back!" she whispered, rolling his testicles in her palm, "I can feel how full these are, how much they *need* to release!" and took the head of his cock in her mouth, trying to tell if it felt different than cocks that had not had their stretchy, springy, *sensitive* foreskins removed.

She could feel the third boy's fingers now, gingerly stroking her back, her hair, then growing bolder, exploring her buttocks, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples gently between finger and thumb -- Oh! That felt *just right!* -- but she was suddenly wondering...

Was he masturbating, was the Oriental boy who was doing an absolutely *stunning* service polishing her clit masturbating? Of course they were entranced by her body, but they had free hands...

Reluctantly, she slipped the cock out of her mouth to caution all three boys, "Remember, I want all of it *in my mouth!* No squirting anywhere other than between these lips," her tongue flitted across her lips for emphasis, "If you can't restrain yourself," she smacked her lips again, "Tell mummy right away and she'll try to catch it!"

Jasmine took the boy's cock back in her mouth as all three of them murmured, "Yes, Ma'am."

Even more than her tongue and her lips, Jasmine's words, telling him how much she wanted him to cum, wanted him to cum in her mouth, all meant he couldn't be expected to last long.

"I'm g-going to c-cum for you ma'am!" he warned, trying so hard to be the perfect gentleman, giving notice of his tribute for her.

"Mmm-hmm!" she agreed, the vibration sending a thrill down the shaft to the root of his cock, sparking his explosion. He gasped, thrust his hips -- She had to hold on to them to steady him! -- and pumped her mouth full of sperm in great warm spurts.

"Mmmmm!" she answered him, keeping up the yummy-sounds, her throat pulsing and bulging as she slurped down mouthfuls of the boy's semen. All the boys' eyes bulged too, just watching her drinking.

"Mmmmm," Jasmine concluded, releasing the boy's penis only after she had drained the last drops from it. She watched it for a little while, even after. It was so *exotic,* the slick, glistening head not retreating and hiding but hanging out there for all to see, at least until he should pull his trousers back on.

"Now you just relax," she gave him one last, slow lick, enjoying the way his body shivered, "But don't go away!"

To the boy between her legs she said, "Shall we find out if your cock is as enjoyable as that clever tongue of yours?" The boy's answer was muffled by her pussyflesh, so she went on, "Slide out and let another stud have a crack at my crack!" She tapped the third boy on the buttocks gently and nodded down, indicating he should take the Oriental boy's place between her legs.

Hurriedly (except for the boy she'd just drained, who leaned against the wall and watched, still breathing a bit hard) they rearranged themselves and soon Jasmine was feeling a new tongue exploring her open vaj. Looking up, her clit tingled, seeing the Oriental boy's face shining wet with her pussyjuices.

She lowered her eyes to his cock. It was rigid, delicate veins pulsating rhythmically under his porcelain-smooth skin. She cupped his arse-cheeks, marveling at how soft and sensual the muscles felt in her hands. He was a perfect warm, living statue. His body was almost hairless. There was nothing to tickle her nose as she took him in so deep his tight testicles brushed her chin. Tasting him, she thought *I could lick this boy anywhere, his nose, anus or the bottom of a little toe and it would all be the same velvety thrill!*

She kneaded the boy's buttocks, separating them, probing between them, willing the boy under her to do the same to her, his fingers exploring her behind just as his tongue was exploring her clit and vaj.

But he didn't. In fact, his hands felt a bit clumsy. His tongue was passionate but inexperienced. Nevertheless, the emotional thrill of a young man without experience (Was she his first? Had he learned everything from porn videos?) more than made up for the awkward fingers and tongue probing her.

The Oriental boy, on the other hand, made such exquisite, *innocent* little sounds as she sucked greedily on his cock! His hands at first tried to stroke her hair, but soon he had to brace them on his hips to steady himself as his excitement mounted.

She waited for him to announce he was cumming, but he surprised her, the only sign he gave was a soft gasp and a shudder, a trembling of the arse-cheeks she was gripping. She'd handled many penises in her lifetime and skillfully leaned back a little (pushing her pussy down a little harder on the young man beneath her, for some added stimulation!) so the Oriental boy's spurting cock was only halfway in her mouth.

Two jets of warm semen and he was moaning, "Ooohhh, Ms Jasmine!" then he couldn't say anything more as he gave her two -- no three! -- more. Not so voluminous, but no less passionate.

She held him in her mouth even longer than she'd held the first boy, massaging gently with her cheeks and tongue, cupping his quivering testicles in her left hand while she steadied him with one hand on his hip.

When she released him at last, leaning her head back, licking her lips and swallowing, he almost stumbled as he stepped away. From Jasmine's experience, he would take some time to get his balance: draining a man of sperm relaxed him powerfully!

Luckily, the first boy had recovered sufficiently to take his turn between Jasmine's legs. His penis was still limp; she hoped his tongue was strong.

"I think I remember this one from last night!" she murmured as he presented his penis to her. "Are these warm globes," she caressed his gently swinging testicles, "All recharged and ready for me?" Then she gasped loudly as the boy beneath her got to work, pressing his face between her legs and extending his tongue deep into her vaj, as far as it would go.

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she hurriedly swallowed the cock in front of her, gratified to hear him sigh as he bottomed out, his cockhead pushing down her throat, his balls (now recharged?) rubbing her chin.

Getting into the rhythm, she concentrated more on the sensations between her legs -- managing her third cock in quick succession hardly required any thought at all by now! -- gently rocking her hips, squatting down a little further to get extra traction. The boy working his tongue on Jasmine felt her back arching, her buttocks opening up. His fingers, gripping her arse-cheeks, slipped in deeper until an inquiring digit or two tickled her anus.