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Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction.
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Bountiful Plantation: Part II of VI
They led the dazed teenager, each woman with a
comforting arm around her girlish waist, out the back of
the building, tottering on her stiletto heels and looking
ravishing in her string bathing suit. They took her to
the passenger side of Mickey's Mercedes SL 600. It was a
beautiful, powerful car with heavily smoked windows.
Papadakis scampered on ahead and opened the door for
them. He helped Cynthia into the front passenger seat.
The plush leather seat felt wonderful on Cynthia's bare
skin. She leaned back and closed her eyes, luxuriating
in the feel of the cool, soft leather on her heated
flesh. The bucket seat embraced her like a wonderful
second skin. She immediately kicked off her shoes and
proceeded to get comfortable.
"Oooh," she purred as she settled into the seat, the
supple leather caressing her bare flesh..
"Enjoy the ride!" snickered Papadakis as he shut the
door.
June entered from the driver's side and got into the
back seat while Mickey took her place behind the wheel.
"This car is sweet! You can get really comfortable in
it," Cynthia told Mickey, who was putting on a set of
kid-leather racing gloves and dark aviator sunglasses.
"So glad you approve," Mickey replied with an
unnoticed bit of venom. "Now watch this." Mickey
lowered the seat-back by remote control, slowly placing
the semi-nude Cynthia into an almost total reclining
position. Also for her passenger's benefit, she secretly
activated a heater she had installed. It was located
directly under Cynthia's seat.
"Why don't you take a nap? We'll be there in about 30
minutes."
Mickey closed the door, and the car's interior was
immediately plunged into darkness.
Once her seat went back, Cynthia's head began to spin and
she closed her eyes in an effort to stop the dizziness.
In the cool, comfortable darkness of the car, Cynthia's
body began to take control. She did not notice Mickey
start the car and expertly drive out of the parking lot
and onto the boulevard. All she could think about was
how the soft leather felt on her firm, bare flesh. She
was highly aware of how the suit's straps were pressing
tightly, even deliciously into her highly sensitive
breasts and crotch. The self-indulgent 18-year old had
never felt like this before. It was all she could do not
to reach down and pull as strongly as she could on those
wonderful straps going between her legs!
Instead, she tried to move as slyly as possible,
shifting her hips, opening and closing her thighs, and
secretly pressing her crossed arms onto her tingling
breasts (especially the pebble hard nipples), all to
enhance the strange and almost overwhelming sensations
her body was now generating. It had never felt more
stimulated, more alive. Her body was spinning out of
control and she didn't care! It felt too good! She had
never felt so deliciously naughty ! Besides, she knew she
could always stop herself. She just didn't want to!
Even better, it was all so safe.
They woul never really notice anything she did to
herself in this dark of a car (those cows seemed so
stupid). Besides, it was obvious that these women would
do just about anything to ensure that she bought
something at their shop today. Why else would they treat
her so nicely, almost royally, all day. Even to bring
her all the way to (well, to where ever they were going)
just for a swim? She didn't care what Dad said about it.
Mom was right-- being rich and beautiful was great!
Cynthia found that by stretching in the seat, she
could cause a wonderful sensation in that most secret of
places, her pussy! She pretended to yawn and stretched
out as far as she could go. The straps fastened behind
her neck tightened, causing the suit's narrow crotch
strap to dig tightly into the girl's vulnerable cunt
lips.
"Oooh! That feels soo nice," Cynthia said breathily,
to no one in particular.
As Mickey drove, she kept a critical eye on their
young guest. Even in the darkness it was clear that the
naive girl was clumsily trying to masturbate herself
right in the car. Her car! "Well," Mickey thought, "if
that's what this beautiful cupcake wants, then that's
what she'll get." She felt that it was perhaps the time
for a little expert guidance. Mickey activated another
surprise for the tall, proud beauty lying next to her.
June, sitting quietly in the back seat, was watching
their stunning prize rapidly push herself over the edge.
"It's time, Mickey my love," she thought. "It's time."
Unaware of all the attention her actions had acquired,
Cynthia finally got herself to lay quietly, enjoying the
smooth ride and reveling in her body's sensations. It
was time to cool off, she knew. She was drifting off
into a very erotic daydream when she felt something hard
pressing rather insistently on her vulva from outside the
thin material of her suit.
"Oh, my!" the startled girl exclaimed as she jerked
upright, her eyes flying open in shock. She looked
quickly down between her thighs but in the dim light she
couldn't really see what it was without making a big deal
out of it. She reached down between her thighs and felt
a small, soft piece of round leather which had risen up
slightly from the seat. Darn it, anyway! What a place
for it to happen. Oh well! It was probably just that
some of the seat cushion had bunched high up between her
legs. Gee, and in a car like this, she thought. Who
would have believed it? Bad upholstery!
"How do you feel, Cynthia? You seem nervous," Mickey
asked kindly.
"I'm okay," the blonde gasped, as she quickly tried to
come out of the sexual fog she had been enjoying. "I'm
just a bit tired from this morning."
"Of course you are, honey. Why don't you lie back,
Cynthia, and let June help you."
"Help me what?" the innocent teenager asked as she
obediently lay back down, careful to position her hips as
far from that bump in the cushion as possible. Cynthia
was starting to dimly realize that perhaps it was
possible to get too excited, especially when you are in a
car with total strangers for company. Even if they were
frumpy women.
"To relax, silly. Now close your eyes and be still
like a good girl."
"And Mama will show you a really great time," Mickey
dreamed.
Cynthia closed her eyes and waited for what was to
come next. She hadn't the faintest idea where they were
driving to and, at the moment, didn't really care. The
darkened interior made her feel quite safe. It was like
being back home in her own room. The expensive alcohol
she had drunk was coursing freely through her system,
putting her in a very relaxed mood, indeed. The car ride
was wonderful, the suit was wonderful, if a bit
revealing, and the seat she was in (except for that
darned bump which seemed to be slowly growing between her
thighs) was truly an experience to be savored. These
people were taking real good care of her, concerned for
her every need.
It was a good feeling and she was not anxious for it
to end.
June leaned over from the back seat and began to work
on Cynthia's smooth shoulders. She saw how high in the
seat the girl had positioned herself, and was slowly
pushing the naive teenager back towards the front of the
car, and the slowly growing seat dildo.
"By the way, how do you like the suit?" asked June as
she continued to work on the girl. "It's one of our most
popular models."
"The suit fits fine," Cynthia breathed as she felt the
exquisite pressing of the thin straps into her flesh as
she was moved forward in the seat. "It just that I've
never had suit that was so exposed before."
"That's funny. It is the most covered one we have."
"My goodness! What's left to show?"
"You would be surprised, kid. If there is time when
you come back tomorrow, I can show you, if you like."
Cynthia thought guiltily about the fact that she
hadn't, at least so far as she could remember, ever said
that she would buy anything at the Bountiful Plantation.
They had all been very nice to her and everything, but
still! She didn't even remember hearing anything about a
price.
Cynthia soon felt that darned bump again, pressing up
against her crotch, and tried to wiggle back up the seat.
But she found that June's well-intentioned massage of her
shoulders was keeping her from moving up and away from
it, and was even forcing Cynthia to push harder against
it.
Cynthia's mind completely forgot about the bump though
as soon as she felt June's hands begin to trace the base
of Cynthia's proud, firm breasts which were completely
exposed in the bathing suit she was given to wear. The
girl held her breath as she mentally followed the hands
as they worked completely around the base of her full
breasts, breathing a sigh of relief only when June
returned her hands to Cynthia's shoulders.
The next time she felt the hands leave her shoulders
for her breasts, Cynthia wasn't nearly so alarmed. The
third time it happened she was able to enjoy the
sensations without a care.
Mickey had by this time set Cynthia's seat dildo to
begin a very slight but rhythmic tapping on the girl's
vulnerable cunt.
The seat and suit continued their work on the
increasingly distressed teenager. Nothing that she could
think of worked to keep Cynthia from feeling increasingly
excited, even sexy. "I feel like I'm turning myself on,"
she thought. "Is that even possible? Or maybe its just a
fever?"
Even worse, every so often June would do as Cynthia
herself had dreamed of doing to herself earlier-- pulling
on the straps covering her highly sensitive breasts and
crotch. Whenever that happened, and it always took the
befuddled teenager by surprise, it was all Cynthia could
do not to cry out.
On top of everything else, something was happening
between her thighs. Her pussy had started to pulse and
it was driving her crazy! She tried to stop it by
tightly squeezing her thighs together, but there was a
bump in the seat that always intruded. She kept trying
to move away from it, but June's unending massage kept
pushing her onto it. Eventually it caused the stretch
material covering her crotch to push into her pussy lips.
Cynthia knew that she was terribly, terribly wet down
there and could only pray that her suit would dry off
before they arrived.
June had reached under the teenager's golden hair, now
in disarray, and had untied the neck strap which was the
upper suit's only support. The straps of the useless
garment were now laying about the waist of the writhing
teenager. June was massaging Cynthia's full breasts
directly now, but Cynthia did not notice. The sensations
rising to her feverish brain from her overheated pussy
were a total distraction. The pulsing had gotten more
intense, thanks to Mickey turning up the power, and
Cynthia was going out of her mind!
Mickey looked down at the blonde teenager laying next
to her. She remembered with exacting clarity the
contempt the beautiful girl had shown her earlier that
day, simply because she thought that she was a clerk in a
store and for no other reason. Mickey knew she could
simply end the squirming girl's torment right now and let
her cum, or have her dangle a bit longer. Mickey smiled
grimly to herself. "Let the spoiled bitch dangle!"
After taking a fast look at the traffic around her,
Mickey reached over and with her right hand quickly moved
aside the thoroughly soaked crotch band of Cynthia's now
loosened suit, just enough to let the sculptured tip of
the small seat dildo have direct contact on the
teenager's vulnerable cunt. "Let's see what the spoiled
brat does with this!" she murmured darkly as she
adjusted the dildo's settings.
At the same time, June turned her attentions to the
squirming girl's erect nipples. She teased each nipple
even more erect with her thumbs, then began to seriously
tweak and pull on the hypersensitive tips. Cynthia went
mad! The electric shocks her mind was getting from her
poor nipples distracted her from all other
considerations. In her efforts to escape from these
overwhelming sensations, she unknowingly worked her hips
farther down the seat, thereby causing the dildo to push
slightly between the unsuspecting girl's vulnerable
cuntlips. Cynthia was totally focused on her tortured
nipples and did not notice.
She was finally able to gasp, "June! What...
AAhhh...What are you doing...OOhhhh....To me?"
"Just part of the treatment Mickey wanted for you.
You know, a simple massage. Why, haven't you ever had
one before?"
The dildo head, now thoroughly coated with Cynthia's
vaginal lubricants and helped by her gyrations, slipped a
little deeper between the still unknowing girl's cunt
lips.
After a particularly sharp flick of a nail on each
nipple (June was enjoying herself) Cynthia's whole body
jumped. It was finally then that she felt that something
unbelievably hard had actually entered her from below!
In panic, Cynthia tried to rise and reach with both
hands for her crotch, but June kept her pressed against
the seat-back.
"My God!" said June in mock astonishment.
"Something's the matter with Cynthia!"
"What's wrong, honey?" inquired Mickey, politely.
Cynthia, in her emotional turmoil and sensory
overload, could only gasp out, "The seat! It's the
seat!!"
"You want the seat up, honey? Okay, no problem."
"NO!" shouted Cynthia, as soon as she was able to
realize just what that could mean for her. But it was
too late. Mickey had already joyously flicked the switch
and Cynthia's seat-back sprang to a full upright
position!
The seat-back immediately pushed the poor protesting
girl's hips forward on the seat. This of course had the
effect of impaling poor Cynthia's unprotected cunt
completely on Mickey's small remote-controlled dildo.
"AAAAHHHHH!!"
Frantic with the effort, the teenager tried to escape
from whatever it was that was impaling her from below.
Meanwhile, as soon as she realized she had finally
achieved penetration, Mickey had increased the dildo to
its full (for the Small Setting) length.
However hard the panicked 18-year old tried, she could
not escape the object now inside her. In fact the
squirming teenager's movements only served to seat her
more completely on it. To the twin delight of Mickey and
June, Cynthia was now absolutely caught, absolutely
helpless, absolutely theirs to do with as they pleased!
"Ooowww! I can't get it out and it hurts!" wailed the
stricken innocent as she kept trying to lift herself off
the now deeply embedded dildo.
Mickey dropped the seat-back again, but this time
Cynthia remained upright, terrified of the effect any
sudden moves might have on her, but still determined to
remove this foreign object from her body.
Quickly taking advantage of her predicament, June
pulled the untied swimsuit from the unaware Cynthia's
body and crumpled it into a ball on the car's floor.
"Stay still, will you, and tell me what's the matter!"
commanded Mickey. "Hold her still, June, will you, while
I pull over somewhere."
Happy to oblige, June grabbed the bouncing teenager
solidly around her narrow waist and held her firmly on
the dildo.
"AAAhhhhhh! Get it out! Get it out!" Cynthia moaned
as she felt the embedded object seem to fill the entire
length of her poor stretched vagina.
Mickey pulled into her driveway and parked in front of
the screened pool area located behind the house. Unknown
to Cynthia, Mickey had in fact been circling her house
out in the desert for the past fifteen minutes.
"Raise up, honey, so we can see what you're caught
on."
"I can't move. It hurts!"
"Yes you can too move. Now be a good girl and just
try and stand up."
"I can't!!"
"Yes you can. Listen to me, Cynthia. You're not
really hurt. You're just surprised, that's all. Now,
try and get up."
"Ohh... Okay."
The calming but still distressed teenager carefully
planted her feet on the floor of the car and slowly tried
to stand up. The two women could see Cynthia's inner
thigh muscles straining with the effort as she raised
herself only a few inches, until her head came up against
the car's roof.
"Okay, now bring yourself back down, slowly."
"All right. Now raise yourself again."
"And down."
"Now, Cynthia, are you still hurting? Be honest,
girl!"
"Sniff...sniff. No. It doesn't hurt as much now.
But I feel so full!" Her cunt muscles were becoming use
to the unfamiliar mass and were stretching to accommodate
it.
"That's all right. Now, you must keep raising and
lowering yourself until June and I can figure out how to
get you loose from the seat here.
"Do I have to? It's not very easy to do, you know.
And besides, I feel so funny down there every time I
move."
"You'll be fine. It looks like you're stuck on a
piece of the seat's foam rubber, but we can't be sure
unless you raise yourself a bit," Mickey said reasonably.
She leaned over and to Cynthia's horror placed her
face directly in front of and about half an inch away
from the trapped girl's pussy. A little more harshly she
said, "You know, I just hope you haven't ruined the
leather."
"Oh my God!" the thoroughly distressed girl thought.
"She noticed my darned secretions! Darn that old bathing
suit, anyway! Next time I'll do the picking."
"Now get started", Mickey softly commanded.
Ashamed, demoralized, and totally without a clue as to
how to get herself out of the unbelievable predicament
she had gotten herself into, the nude teenager
tentatively began her slow up and down motion, while
Mickey in front and June from behind crowed as close to
the poor girl as they could.
The sensations she had felt earlier in the day were
nothing compared to the currently radiating from her poor
abused pussy. Try as she might, she could still not lift
herself off of the entrapping foam rubber. She could
only follow Mickey's instructions and hope that they will
soon find a way to get her free of this before her legs
gave out.
Mickey produced a small yet powerful flashlight from
the glove compartment and Cynthia felt waves of
humiliation as her most private of places, especially in
this most embarrassing of circumstances, was illuminated
for all the world to see! It was only then she noticed
and started to worry about her missing bathing suit.
With her smooth, tanned legs soon trembling with the
strain, Cynthia kept raising and lowering herself over
the seat, supporting herself with her arms on the
dashboard in front of her. How can it take them so long?
she wondered. There must be some way of getting this
thing out of me.
But it seemed there was no immediate solution for the
poor girl's humiliating predicament. Mickey would only
tell her that the object inside her felt very smooth and
that she was in no danger from it, what ever it was. But
it was very important for her to keep moving, otherwise
they might never be able to figure it out and would have
to give Papadakis a call for assistance.
"Oh, no! You can't do that!"
"Then keep moving, girl! We are almost done."
They also used other ways to keep the teenager
motivated.
Whenever she tried to stop, June would smack her
smartly on her exposed buttocks, or reach around her
sweaty torso and give the girl's proud erect nipples a
good tweak! With each smack, Cynthia's hips would jerk
involuntarily forward, causing that thing caught between
her thighs to move even farther in her. Her nipples were
so sensitive after June's earlier administrations,
Cynthia only saw pinwheels each time June did something
to them. Faced with these alternatives, she decided just
to keep moving!
In the close confines of the car, Cynthia found
herself becoming very warm, even hot. Her continued
exertions soon caused her to be covered in sweat. She
could feel the moisture almost pouring down her nude
body: down the side of her face, between her swelling
breasts, and over her ribs.
It wasn't just the physical aspects of moving up and
down in the car that was causing this. Cynthia began to
notice that something strange was happening between her
thighs. A heat new to the inexperienced teenager was
building there. This heat was spreading from her lower
belly to the rest of her body. Her secretions were
flowing at an unbelievable rate as she continued to move
over the seat. Even worse, with each movement of her
hips, her vagina now appeared to be actively clutching
what ever it was that had violated her most private area.
"My God!" she thought. "What's going on down there?
What's happening to me?" Something was building inside
of her, and she couldn't stop it.
Her perfect, well disciplined body was rapidly
spinning out of control. It had never felt more
sensitive. She could feel the slightest touch. The
shaking of her firm breasts was causing her to wish
reverently for the first time in her life for a bra.
Mickey noticed that Cynthia finally wasn't protesting
anymore. She was in fact moving faster, her firm tits
bouncing joyously every time she changed direction. Her
wide-open blue eyes had a glazed look, her face
reflective of the concentration that the blonde was now
putting into her efforts. The two older women could only
watch with awe as Cynthia worked her way to the final
stretch!
Up and down the beautiful teenager went as she
instinctively intensified her thrusts, grunting at each
stunning impact, buttocks quivering upon the unknown
tormentor lodged in her hopelessly impaled vagina.
Everything was now forgotten except the monstrous need
that was roaring out of control within her burning loins.
The pain from her pistoning, growing in her knees and
thighs, faded to insignificance. A trickle of saliva
crept unknowing down the left side of her chin as the
gasping Cynthia fought for oxygen.
Finally, Cynthia's overloaded nervous system could
take no more. With an ear-splitting "EEEEK!" the shocked
blonde teenager was overwhelmed by her first orgasm!
Panicked, not knowing what was happening within her,
Cynthia thought she was having a heart attack and
promptly fainted, slumping over the front of the seat,
her spasming vagina still deeply impaled on the seat
dildo. "OOPS!" said the grinning Mickey.
They led the dazed and exhausted teenager from the car
to the secluded pool area located behind Mickey's house.
Cynthia dully saw that they were headed for a plain
shower head extending from the back wall, but the curtain
was missing. Even so, they stopped the mind-blown
Cynthia in front of the outdoor shower. As June
undressed behind Cynthia's back, Mickey adjusted the
water and pushed Cynthia into the warm stream of water.
The young girl could only lean forward against the wall
at a 45-degree angle, resting on her hands, and let the
refreshing water pour over her. She didn't have the
understanding or strength to do anything else.
"Oh, that feels good!" she said, as she slowly began
to recover some of her senses. It felt great just to
stand there underneath the pounding water. She didn't
even care if she was completely naked outside. She was
sure that Mickey and June would take care of her.
"Let's get you cleaned off, honey," June said as she
joined Cynthia in the shower and started to lather
Cynthia's back. Cynthia stiffened a moment. She was
after in the shower, but June's hands felt so good on her
that she soon relaxed. Besides, she thought dreamily,
she's just doing my back. Mickey, seeing the teenager
relax, quickly undressed and began soaping the shoulders
and arms of the unresisting teenager.
It was when Mickey began working on Cynthia's still
highly sensitive breasts that she began to wonder if she
shouldn't be washing herself at this point. She tried to
straighten up but June behind her growled over the
cascading water, "Hold still. I'm not done with your
back yet. Now, close your eyes because I'll soon be
doing your hair."
So Cynthia closed her eyes and remained greatly tilted
against the shower wall, enjoying the soothing feel of
the water, really unaware that she was now taking a
shower with two naked women. Her dangling breasts were
receiving all sorts of tingling attention from Mickey's
soaping hands. June meanwhile had moved to Cynthia's
firm jutting buttocks. From there she shifted to
Cynthia's long, perfectly formed legs, where June knelt
and wedged one shoulder between Cynthia's firm thighs to
spread her legs apart.
When June stood up to do Cynthia's hair, Mickey knelt
down hungrily in front of Cynthia's golden triangle.
Through the cascading water, the redness of the girl's
pussy lips was clearly
visible, still affected from her recent workout with the
dildo.
When June stood up to do Cynthia's hair, Mickey knelt
down hungrily in front of Cynthia's golden triangle.
Through the cascading water, the redness of the girl's
pussy lips was clearly
visible, still affected from her recent workout with the
dildo. She carefully soaped the inside of the girl's
wide-spread thighs, then moved up to begin an almost
ritualistic soaping of Cynthia's pubic hair. While her
left hand was so engaged, her right crept between the
girl's thighs and began teasing the vulnerable pussy
lips. Soon her middle finger had invaded the tight
passage. The finger began a rhythmic motion. As
Cynthia's vaginal fluids once again started to flow,
Mickey added a second and then a third finger to stir the
girl's rapidly warming honey pot.
Cynthia felt something happening between her thighs
again She knew that someone, probably Mickey, was
washing her down there but there wasn't anything she
could do about it. And the strange heat was returning,
causing her to think of nothing else.
Mickey, unable to stand it any longer, withdrew her
fingers and pressed her lips to Cynthia's vagina. She
kissed and sucked on the vulnerable pussy, savoring the
girl's clean magical smells and juices, until she could
feel Cynthia trembling with excitement.
June started rinsing the soap off the increasingly
aroused blonde coed. Saving the breasts for last, June
pressed her body firmly against Cynthia's. She then
reached around and held each full breast firmly, thumb
and forefinger of each hand manipulating the already
eagerly erect nipples.
Her face finally clear of soap, the distraught
teenager opened her eyes and looked down between her
abused breasts to see what was going on, but all she
could see at first in the pouring water was the top of
Mickey's wet head. Then she noticed with horror the
woman's face pressed tightly against her lower belly,
with her nose now completely buried in Cynthia's pubic
hair!. What was that woman doing to her down there?
"Ahhh...hello. I...think I'm...I'm...clean now,"
Cynthia stammered, overwhelmed with her emotions once
again.
"We'll be finished in a minute, honey. Mickey's just
making sure you were not hurt in the car, you know."
"AH!" gasped Cynthia as her abused vagina suddenly
clenched, drenching Mickey's mouth with her delectable
essence, while her educated mouth did all it could to
prolong the experience for Cynthia. The orgasm rocked
Cynthia completely. She could think of nothing, nothing
at all. Only her pulsing suddenly out-of-control vagina
was important.
It had never acted this way before. "What is wrong
with me?" she wondered.
"Done!" said Mickey with satisfaction, as she stood
and washed her face clean. When she was finished, she
turned off the water and turned to look at her prize.
The beautiful Cynthia had her arms around June and was
softly crying, their naked bodies pressed tightly
together.
"Come on, honey. Time to get dried off," June said
gently, as she put her arm around Cynthia's narrow waist
and let her hand rest on a convenient buttock.
"Oh. Okay," sniffed the teenager. Expecting to
finally go inside, Cynthia was surprised to find them
leading her towards the pool area.
They took the dazed and still naked Cynthia out to one
of the pool side lounge chairs, the only one that was
protected by a large beach umbrella.
"Could I have a towel or something?" Cynthia weakly
murmured. "I don't want to get burned."
"Well, we don't usually keep that kind of thing out
here," June explained. "You'll be perfectly safe
underneath the umbrella."
"Why don't you rest here, honey, while I get you a
towel," Mickey said kindly as June and her laid the
obviously exhausted Cynthia full length on the chair.
"You'll find it's very cool here in the shade."
"Yes. Thank you. I'm very tired," murmured the
shattered girl. She had nothing left to give. She had
never felt so drained, either emotionally or physically.
The chair felt very relaxing, and she quickly got over
her nervousness about being naked with them by the pool.
Cynthia immediately drifted off to a sound sleep to
the surprising soothing effect of having her long blonde
hair brushed by June.
End Part II
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