FZ - CARMEL

I was breathing hard suddenly, and felt the strangeness in the atmosphere deepen. It felt hard to take a deep breath, stifling almost, and I wanted some water too. I felt Sofia at my elbow. I turned and looked slightly down at her upturned face, cheeks slightly puffy but benevolently creased in a friendly way. Her hand held my elbow.

"Yes?" came her light tone of inquiry? Her eyes looked at mine.

"What... um, what's going..." I was going to ask "What's going on..." or "What's going to happen..." or something, but my tongue felt thick and dry. I felt her hand on my elbow, firm, comforting and secure.

"You have not yet examined my headgear, Carmel," she said, and I gratefully looked up above her dark eyes. The large beads looked like pearls, but with extra sparkle. The one in the center was extra large, completely smooth, and in it were reflections of three or four of the stage lights. They slid round the surface of the pearl as her head moved slightly.

I wondered about the cost of pearls, whether they were real, they couldn't be real, but they had a blue sheen, no a pink one, like a soap bubble just before it bursts, an oily sort of smooth sheen that held the glint of lights and how it was almost like a mirror, but curved and everything looked funny. Everything looked odd, like a ball, or a planet or a big deep gem. Where was my face in the surface? Only the lights so bright, so bright and sharp and they flowed round and round the surface, sliding left and right, or up and down, but always held right there in the pearl, held right there so they wouldn't leave, just like my eyes.

"Your eyes are held in the deep pearl," came Sofia's voice, caressing and soft. "Try to move your eyes away, try, little bird."

I sort of turned my head, but there was no good reason to look away, I told myself, I should just look as deeply into the pearl as I could. Sliding and slipping round and round the lights moved, and while I didn't move my eyes even the tiniest bit, when I moved my head, the lights slid the way I wanted, and it seemed so interesting for a moment...

"Trying to look away, and you know you cannot, can you?"

"Don't... look away," I told myself, though my tongue felt so thick, that any motion was suddenly so difficult that I just felt I should stand very still. Very still. No movement, that was important... the lights should stay right in my eyes, the eyes right in the lights, eyes...

"Eyes wide and staring into the light now."

Oh God, yes, though it stung and made them water, my eyelids just opened wider and the lights quivered and danced oh, so deep down...

"Later," said the voice, so soothing and deep, "later you will learn how to use the lights yourself, how to use the body yourself, how to urge, and control and compel thoughts and actions..."

Yes, I remembered talking about that with someone. The lights bobbed up and down as my head nodded a bit.

"Because you find my voice completely compelling just now, Carmel."

Bobbing up and down.

"Completely compelling to your mind, Carmel. You feel now that you could not move the slightest bit until I require it. Not the slightest tiniest muscle."

My face, hands, legs, were frozen as solid as the frozen stone with the lights. Not that I wanted to move at all! Too good to stand and stare into the lights. Stare deeply and forever right into the lights. Yes.

"I will take command of you once again, Carmel," came the voice, and I dimly realized that she had always been there, and that I had always, would always obey everything completely and fully, that I loved to obey, that I needed to obey, that I was feeling ready to close my eyes and just listen. "Close your eyes now." Everywhere the afterglow of the lights twinkled behind my closed eyelids, that weighed so much, so heavy, how would I ever open them?

But now I was opening them, but there was nothing to see! No pearl, no room, just deep, soothing dimness so I could keep my vision blurred and just do as I was told, and when the voice told me to walk to a table, I then remembered what a table was, and could see it there. The chair accepting my heavy hips as I sank down into the chair, down immediately into deep hypnosis. Yes. Now I remembered that I was deeply, completely hypnotized, and must obey Sofia.

Murmur of voices, and then:

"You may come back up now, little bird. Be silent and watch." On a long table, covered with four or five tablecloths, lay a nude. That's what my now-liberated mind called it... it looked like a figure study in one of those photo magazines.

Two broad, flattened hillocks of flesh, poking up from atop two tapering, honey-colored legs, sinking down again, the cleft between them melding into the defined bones of a lean, muscular back. Two hands with violet fingernails lay curled at the ends of long, smooth, nearly hairless wrists. The arms lay alongside the torso, and above the shoulders, which were flattened onto the table, rested a face, turned towards my own. I was only three or four feet away from Zephyr, and caught my breath at the expression on her face.

Her eyes were open, but her gaze rested nowhere. Her lips looked thick, their violet tint frayed in spots, but still bright where it remained. Her slightly widened nose was gently whistling in the still air of the restaurant.

At the base of her spine rested Sofia's hand. The other buried itself under the mass of hair at the base of Zephyr's neck. My eyes saw how Sofia's fingers curled gently round the girl's buttock, in complete relaxed possession. I thought that I wished MY hand lay there, that I would slide my hand down into the crevasse, down between those sleeping thighs, and that I would love to explore and control that magnificent body as Sofia was now.

"You may speak to Carmel now," Sofia whispered, and the broad nostrils flared briefly as Zephyr drew a deep breath. "Why are you lying here under my hands?"

Her eyes didn't focus on anything, but the answer was instant, though muffled a bit since Zephyr was lying almost face-down. "I must have my cunt shaved."

There was a pause, during which everything sank in. She had answered so readily, saying "cunt!" She was talking about her sex while lying naked on a table! And the idea of shaving a pussy was not a part of MY world, though I knew people did such things... and then I gave a thought to my own puss-puss, which was beginning to tingle and warm!

"And how will it be shaved?"

"Antonio will shave it with a razor."

Another heavier ache from my genitals now. I couldn't speak, but I heard my own breath, and felt my face flush brilliantly hot.

"And why do you want your sex hairless?"

"Because you commanded me to want it," Zephyr droned. "You told me I wanted to feel naked cunt lips, and I wanted to feel your tongue sliding, u-up and down my cunt lips, and I wanted people to see my cunt..." Her voice trailed off.

Sofia continued, and her hand moved a bit over the base of Zephyr's spine. "I am about to cause your hips to lift, Zephyr," she said. "You will want to extend your sex far, far back, to expose yourself shamelessly and completely. Your bottom will want to push far back and your thighs will have to part." The hand rotated gently, and the dancer's hips moved slightly from side-to-side under the pressure. Her tongue suddenly swept over her violet lips, and her eyelids fluttered. My heart began hammering. Into the next chair, sat the broad-shouldered form of Antonio. I could do nothing, not even look at him, so rapt was I in watching Sofia's total control of this hard-as-nails woman of the world.

"You will now feel the urge build in you, Zephyr," she intoned, and Zephyr's hips began to bunch and flex as the thigh muscles moved and the calves tautened. Sofia merely circled one fingertip around and around the beginnings of the woman's cleft, round the base of the spine and down slightly into the dark groove.

Zephyr's hips raised up as Sofia began to brush them lightly with fingertips. They subsided momentarily, then with a loud sigh, Zephyr pushed her ass right up off the table. The knees slid in, and soon she knelt there, knees spread and buttocks splayed widely apart, forehead still down on the table in an attitude of complete submission.

Submission! that's what I was seeing! I didn't think of my own submission to Sofia yet, I was ogling the deep purple-brown pussy and hair-ringed sphincter of my fellow-student, feeling my own thighs press inwards and separate, feeling my own pussy seep with moisture. I felt as if I were commanding Zephyr into obedience!

Sofia's palms swept circling and circling round the two cheeks, now pressing farther and farther behind, stretching the folds and exposing everything... freckles, a pimple or two, and the glistening labial flesh with three or four layers and folds, shiny deep purple-brown, and down under her slender belly, where the hair was thickest, a hint of firmer flesh. An extrusion of deep purple flesh, and, as the fingers of the teacher urged the flesh to pout and part even further, from between the folds, I actually watched a drop, then another of some clear liquid drip down to the tablecloth.

Zephyr now gave a loud, deep groan that sounded tormented, and her fists clenched, as Antonio dabbed a lathered shaving brush suddenly all round the area, hiding the folds and creases from view. Another moan, and as his brush continued a gentle circling round the genitalia, I saw more droplets emerge from below her pussy.

"Now, Zephyr, tell Carmel and Antonio what you want them to see," ordered Sofia in a firm tone. "You want them to look far, far up inside you."

Zephyr's voice came, now harsh and crackling with energy. "Please look up inside me," she begged.

"Where?"

"Look up-up-up into my cunnnt," came the anguished plea, the southern drawl now more pronounced. "Look up into my cunnnt!"

The brush circled and the buttocks moved and swiveled round and round, the purple holes two targets amid the creamy lather.

"Now, Zephyr, you will stiffen in place," came the command, and the motion ceased. "Stiff, just like your sex. Yes, my love, you are stiff and ready, aren't you?"

"Yes... stiff... ready..." as her fingers clutched at the tablecloth.

"Look at the bright light on the blade, Carmel, is it not sharp?"

And into view came Antonio's hand, bearing a long straight razor. My hypersensitive eyes observed every millimeter of its length, was the actual ground and honed bevel as it reflected the light as straight and clean as a scalpel.

I nodded, but was told I could again speak aloud. "Yes," I whispered, "it is sharp."

Sofia's hand held Antonio's and moved the blade like a mirror, flashing light round the room, into my dazzled eyes, over the lathered target, now visible again as the bubbles had subsided. "Where is the blade, Carmel, tell Zephyr."

Obediently I spoke to the still, bowed figure on the table. "The blade is... is right next to your... your bottom."

"...Uhhh... uhhhh... uhhhh..." came panting from the captive's lips.

"Closer and closer, and you are completely still, you are having the paralysis, and you cannot possibly move the slightest, except to breathe, my dear. Stiffer and stiffer like a statue."

"... hhhhstiffff.... " came the tiny response. And now Antonio's hand pressed and tugged the taut flesh outward, and now the blade made its first pass along the outer slabs of Zephyr's pussy. She made not a sound except an indrawn breath as each gentle pass seemed to float through lather and hair, and as it passed, the gleaming edge left only dark, fragrant flesh blossoming.

Because Zephyr's pussy was dripping steadily now, all its petals extended and thick, the vaginal entrance oh so clear! The blade slithered along, its tip meticulously gathering every follicle around the anus, making long unobstructed paths over the cheeks, then swooping in delicately to denude another millimeter. Zephyr's whole expanse of outthrusting ass now was suffused with a pink underlay as her anxiety and stimulation sent blood rushing towards the area of excitement.

I'd never seen any woman's pussy before, and ever since that night no other sighting has ever matched it for me... Once Antonio had finished, wiping with a fine cloth and plucked away the stubbly ends, all that remained of Zephyr's pubic hair was buried between her upper thighs.

"Carmel, help your friend now," came the voice in my ear as I stared stupefied at the complex network of folds before me. "Zephyr, Carmel will soothe your sex now with her tongue and lips. Lick her sex gently, little bird. You want to kiss and lick her sex more than anything now."

Closer and closer I bent inwards, my tongue protruded and my lips puckered. My nostrils were full of her dank, sharp arousal. I was so grateful that Sofia was allowing me this pleasure. Scalding heat met my upper lip as I brushed it against the bared expanse of woman's flesh. I dimly imagined that she must be in pain, but when Sofia said "Zephyr, you are free to move," I had only the warning of an anguished grunting noise before the taut split was thrust backward onto my lapping tongue!

I instinctively rolled my tongue round and round as Antonio had done with his brush. My mouth may have been dry with excitement, but Zephyr's pussy was more than equal to the task, drenching my lips, nose and chin, saturating them with pungent moisture.

The noise near my ears covered other sounds, but I could hear that Sofia was crooning something to the girl, and felt my jaw shaken slightly as Zephyr's pelvis began what I knew to be a massive climax.

But Sofia pulled me back with a hand on my neck. "Now you will wait a few moments," she ordered, and I panted there, liquids dripping down from my face, hearing almost continuous pig-like grunts and squeaks from Sofia's captive.

"Turn and expose yourself completely to us now," ordered Sofia, and the dark, sweating form flopped round till she lay supine, eyes scrunched shut, and pelvis questing round and round, pushed upward by those massive buns.

My eyes instantly sought out Zephyr's center, and there stood, amidst a small remaining triangular tuft of hair, the unhooded clitoris of a woman who had utterly abandoned reticence or shame. Jesus, it stuck up so far! It was so angry in hue, pointing up and out from her crotch like a tiny monkey's finger!

Out from the clenched face and dripping, matted coiffure issued a steady chant: "Cunt. Cunt. Cunnnnt... cunt..." Each word jerked the pelvis upwards like a hiccup. Zephyr's hands stretched down next to her buttocks, the hands fisted tightly closed. "Cunt... cunnnnt... cuntcuntcunt."

"Watch my hand, Zephyr..." Sofia said, standing again alongside the large, deep-set navel of the dark girl. Her face, still with the anguished expression of climax wrinkling her mouth and eyes, turned upwards. Her tits, delicious scoops of dark flesh perched high on her ribs, flattened out a little towards each side, shaking and quivering loosely with each shiver of the poor girl's abdomen. Zephyr's nipples were very small, and their deep purplish hue made them hard to distinguish from the large brown aureola which lumped out from the creamy flesh.

Her eyes rolled now, watching Sofia making gentle passes in the air above her. Her breasts lifted towards the pantomime, and then her crotch with its enraged clitoris pushed upward as well, as Sofia tenderly stroked the air above Zephyr's mound.

"Yes, now place your fists under your bottom," came the order, and now her clenched hands supported the upraised and stretched flesh, as Sofia commanded paralysis once again.

Now Zephyr could see the razor itself, and she whimpered, whites all round her bulging eyes as Antonio brought the blade down to her belly. He was not threatening in the least, just concentrating on his task with a surgeon's precision... resting the dull side on her belly to familiarize the cringing flesh with the feel of sharp metal, and then, once again, his fingers...

Pulling her pussy lips to one side than another, spreading them, lathering them lightly. Oh, Jesus! how my own pussy was lathering itself! as I watched the fine soft bristles brushing, brushing, sliding and prodding into and around the slit, stroking up, up, always up to the clitoris, now I felt again that my own clittie was poking up through my panties, poking up hard and sharp like a pricker, like a long sharp thorn with exquisitely sensitive tip... so sensitive... I so wanted to masturbate! ever so much! to pluck and strum my fingertip over and over, so the ache would swell, swell and burst...

"Cunt... cunt... cunt..." came Zephyr's endless whistling litany, through taut clenched jaws, and now Antonio had finished, and Sofia's fingers were plucking all round the pussy, grooming away the hairs, her fingers rapidly growing shiny with the dark girl's dew, the labia so swollen it seemed that they could never be concealed again between those magnificent thighs...

"I wish now that you will release yourself, Zephyr," crooned Sofia, her glittering headdress descending as her face lowered towards the upthrust little finger, "and tell Carmel very calmly where you want her to kiss you now."

Zephyr's belly contracted, and her palms flattened, still under her massive buns, and her head turned to me, and moaned:

"Carmel..." her head turned away again "please, please kiss me right beside my mouth, just beside my mouth, oh, hurry, tickle me there with your... your... yourahhhh..."

Her crooning became wordless as my tongue did her bidding, tasting sweat as I rolled the tip into the little hollow beside Zephyr's thickened lips, became a hum, louder and louder, punctuated by little gasps as her nether lips were apparently being catalyzed by our hypnotist. Our hypnotist Sofia. Bringing her into climax. Making her come now. Helpless to resist, unable to stop the orgasms, even had she wanted, just as I was unable to pull away, my tongue poking and twiddling, my lips pursing to bestow dozens of gently tickly smooches to Zephyr's lips and chin.

Oh, how I wanted my own release! I dreamt of Tarachis' thickened stalk, of Sofia's demanding tongue, of Antonio, George... George! George could be fucking me, taking me, plowing up into me from behind! I dreamt of boyfriends I had known, boys I'd never known, my daddy, my high school chorus teacher... Robin's amazing blue eyes widening as I sank insatiably down along an endless stiffened, greasy pole of flesh, knobbed, ridged, splitting me...

I leant into Zephyr's face, sharing her ecstasy, and sucking in her gasping breaths directly now, thrusting my tongue far in past her lips, tenderly demanding more and more, our tongues completely blended and our lips completely meshing, my cheek feeling the rushing air from her wide nostrils, and the breaths came more slowly now, and her tongue ceased stirring, and I felt the tautness in her jaw loosening, relaxing, dropping away from our kiss.

As I straightened, I saw the most wanton image. If I were an artist today, nearly thirty years later, I could paint it for you in exquisite detail... Sofia's eyes blazed under the circlet of pearls as she stood at the side of a dark-fleshed woman lying helpless on a table. The honey flesh was mottled with pink, the lips and hairless cunt nearly black and unbelievably juicy. One arm hung out off the table, as did one splayed leg, flesh bent and loose as it dangled limply there. The fingers relaxed as the woman swooned. There was not a hair on her head that did not appear glistening and matted with sweat. Her jawline was soft and open slightly. Her nearly-closed eyelids revealed only white crescents. Zephyr appeared comatose, all her features now flattened and softened by gravity and sleep.

I found myself floating through the air towards the commanding eyes, towards the new lips, shiny with Zephyr's dew, that demanded a deep kiss, and that pulled my arms up and around the soft, slightly cuddly flesh, to cup a generous buttock, to lower my face and close my eyes...

...And to feel that palm, gently come to rest firmly and naturally beneath my belly, down beneath my hot woman's belly, beneath my pantaloons and beneath my soggy squishy panties, and to feel a finger begin to trigger my long-delayed upheavals as I tasted the cunt of another woman. Zephyr's cunt... my first taste of a cunt... drenched my mouth as my cries of passion were muted by Sofia's demanding kiss.

Out into space I hurtled.