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Bountiful Plantation: Part III of VI

   June continued her therapeutic brushing while Mickey 
quietly moved the umbrella so that the full force of the 
desert sun was now upon Cynthia's vulnerable, lush body.

   Mickey smiled wickedly at the peacefully sleeping 
teenager and watched the girl's perfect breasts start to 
rhythmically rise and fall.  

   "All in good time, my pretty," she said, as she went 
back to the house to prepare for the next phase of 
Cynthia's education.

  June waited until she was sure the girl was sound 
asleep.  She put aside the brush and picked up a special 
bottle of lotion which was always kept by the pool for 
such occasions.  June repositioned herself at the foot of 
the lounge chair and started slowly applying the fragrant 
liquid to Cynthia's toes and then moving up her slim feet 
and ankles.

   The strong sun quickly dried the water from Cynthia's 
firm, tanned flesh.  Totally without protection, her skin 
began to tingle with the heat.  In her dream, she was 
alone at the beach, laying naked in the sand.  She knew 
the tide must be coming in, because she could feel the 
warm water lapping at her toes, and then slowly moving up 
her feet and ankles.  As the water came higher up, the 
waves gently worked her legs apart.  Soon she dimly 
realized that her legs were spread more than she thought 
modest, but in her dream she knew she was covered by the 
water and was safe.   


   June continued to spread the now-heated lotion lightly 
on the warm firm flesh laying before her, confidently 
working her way up the girl's long shapely legs.  She 
looked with longing at the neatly trimmed, hair-lined 
slit nestled between Cynthia's thighs, but continued her 
steady pace up the girl's legs.


   Cynthia felt the warm, dreamy water move up over her 
thighs and onto her hips.  Strangely, the waves halted 
there for a time, playing about her sensitive pubic area.  
They made her feel very creamy inside and she opened her 
legs more to give the naughty waves greater access to her 
sex.  She even started to move her hips a little, to 
offer the water a silent encouragement.  Under the water, 
who could tell what was happening?

   The wave action became so intense, so delightful on 
her vulva that she could sense she was on the verge of 
wakefulness.  She did not want to wake.  Quite the 
contrary.  

   "This is such a wonderful dream," she thought, her 
mind unknowingly floating on a sea of arousing 
sensations.  "I wish it could just go on and on!"

   Sadly for Cynthia, the water resumed its steady 
journey up her body, and she returned to her deep, 
satisfying sleep.

   The waves lapped over her narrow waist, and firm 
stomach, after playing a bit in her deep belly button.  
They covered her rib cage and then started doing 
delightful things to her breasts.
  
   "MMmmmmm," she moaned.  "This water really knows my 
spots!" she thought.  "I must come here more often."

   The water paused for some time at her breasts before 
moving up her shoulders and neck.

   Cynthia started to worry about having to move.  Nice 
though this spot on the beach was, she certainly didn't 
want to drown there.  

   In her dreams she then heard a disembodied voice say, 
"Now turn over, honey."

   She automatically replied, 

   "Okay, Mom," for who else would be so near to her when 
she was sleeping?  

   Cynthia obediently turned over and sensed the exciting 
waves on the back of her neck and shoulders.  When she 
felt them work their way from her shoulders and down her 
back, she knew she was safe again.  Besides, her Mother 
was here with her at the beach and would protect her from 
harm.

   The waves moved down her back to her buttocks, where 
they again played for some time.  For a moment they tried 
to work their way into her anus, but there were some 
places Cynthia felt that even naughty waves should not 
go!  She used her hands to quickly brush the inquisitive 
water away from there.  

   While her hands were behind her, Cynthia was startled 
when she felt something warm and slippery on her 
buttocks.  She suddenly awoke, feeling breathless and 
confused.

   Her wide eyes stared uncomprehending at the pool.  "I 
wonder who has a pool like that?" she thought.  "How 
embarrassing.  I have no idea where I am!"

   She turned her head and saw June in a robe, sitting 
patiently on the foot of her lounge chair.  

   "Oh my!" the shocked Cynthia gasped as she suddenly 
remembered just where she was, and how she got there.  
"I've got to get out of here!" she thought and jumped up 
from the chair.  

   The world then started to tilt out of control.

   Feeling terribly dizzy from having too much sun and 
champagne, Cynthia could hardly stand.  She stood 
weaving, her beautiful nude body glistening in the sun.

   Taking her by the arm, June led the dazed teenager 
through the back door of the large, ranch-style house and 
toward the small kitchen.

   In the cool dark of the house, the bewildered teenager 
noticed something was different about her, but wasn't 
sure what it was.  She then realized her entire body was 
absolutely greased!

   "Euuuhh!  I'm all slippery!" she cried.

   "Yes," June told her.  "Special suntan lotion.  It's 
imported for the store from Europe.  You'll like it, it's 
very expensive."

   Cynthia noticed her skin was developing a slight 
tingling sensation under the lotion.  "It makes me 
feel...funny."  The rubbing of her oiled thighs as she 
walked was also causing some interesting sensations to 
develop, but she wasn't going to tell anyone about those!

   "That's just the different herbs and spices they use 
to make it.  Don't worry, you'll get used to it.  In 
fact, you'll find it's really quite soothing." 



   They met Mickey, wearing a bathrobe, busy loading a 
tray in the kitchen.

   "Ah, there you two are!" cried Mickey.  "Cynthia, you 
are just in time to help out with the tea."

   "What?" the befuddled Cynthia asked.

   "Here, hold this," said Mickey, giving the nude 
Cynthia an ornate wooden tray loaded with tea pot, cups, 
saucers, and a dish of small sandwiches.

   "Hey, it's heavy!" complained the girl.

   "Yes, it probably is," Mickey agreed.  "Now, follow 
us," she commanded as she and June then led the still 
confused Cynthia towards the door leading out to the pool 
area.  

   Seeing Mickey and June both wearing bathrobes, Cynthia 
suddenly became very conscious of her nudity.  

   Cynthia stopped before the door.  "Could I join you 
after I get dressed, please??" she pleaded. 
 
   "I wish you could, there is nothing available."

   "WHAT?"

   "Well, remember that swim suit that June was so kind 
to lend you?  You had SOILED it so badly it's in the 
washer right now."

   "I just hope it's not ruined!" snapped June.  "It's 
very expensive."

   Cynthia bowed her head in shame at being reminded of 
her body's unspeakable behavior in Mickey's expensive 
car.

   "But... But what about my clothes?" Cynthia timidly 
asked as she fidgeted in her nudity.

   "They're here, but you managed to get your 'stuff' on 
them as well, so they are also being cleaned."

   "But...but...but how about a bath towel or something?"

   "There is nothing.  Take my word for it.  Now, you 
might as well be useful and come along with us."

   "Okay," Cynthia finally grumbled in her best petulant 
brat manner.  "Might as well," she thought.  "Like I 
haven't been bare-assed all day already!"

   "And that's another thing," Mickey said, standing in 
the doorway.  "From now on, June and I will be addressed 
as Ma'am.  Understand?"

   "What!" The spoiled teenager stopped in her tracks.  

   She couldn't believe what she had just heard.  Mickey 
couldn't be serious.  She just couldn't!  She was just a 
salesperson.  She couldn't tell her what to do!  Besides, 
Cynthia hated anything to do with authority.  She always 
saw herself as a free spirit, and was totally against 
those who were always trying to spoil her fun!

   "No way!" she exclaimed.

   "Well!" she thought, furious at this presumptuous 
behavior in an underling.  "It's time we straightened a 
few things out here around here."  Forgetting about her 
nudity in her frenzy of righteous indignation, Cynthia 
turned to the side and bent over to place the tray on a 
small table by the door.

   Mickey however, did not for get Cynthia's nudity at 
all.  She eyed the proffered target and struck, once.    

   SMACK!

   Cynthia's sponge-rubber buttocks quivered from the 
force of the blow, while in her blue eyes tears began to 
form.

   Shocked and in pain, Cynthia dropped the tray on the 
table with a loud crash and spun around, her proud 
breasts heaving in indignation.

   "OW! THAT HURT!" the outraged girl exclaimed as she 
rubbed her wounded pride with her hands.

   "No kidding," June murmured.  

   "I'm going to tell on you," Cynthia sniffed.

   "Sure, go ahead.  Tell whomever you like," replied 
Mickey calmly.  "Then, of course, we'll have to tell how 
you ruined a $500-designer swim suit with your disgusting 
SECRETIONS, not to mention another $800 or so needed to 
replace the upholstery in MY car, which you also probably 
ruined.  And that's just for starters.  Shall I 
continue?"

   Cynthia, tears streaming down her face, saw her life 
shattered, her reputation ruined, her parents exiled from 
their clubs, and all because her body betrayed her by 
getting juicy at the wrong time.  It wasn't her fault!

   "That's not fair," the blonde teenager whimpered 
piteously, still rubbing her pride.

   "Sure it is," Mickey said reasonably.  "Here's a 
tissue.  Now, blow your nose and let's go have some tea."

   "Okay," Cynthia sniffed, dropping the used tissue on 
the floor.

   "Ma'am," added Mickey.

   "You're still not serious about that, are you?  Do I 
have to?  I really don't want to, it sounds so silly!"

   Mickey raised her right hand.  "That's okay with me.  
Just remember though, every time you don't, you'll be 
spanked.  By me!"

   "All right, all right!"  Cynthia exclaimed, holding 
her hands protectively over her vulnerable buttocks.  
Then, remembering, she mumbled, "Ma'am."

   By the pool, Mickey and June settled themselves 
comfortably on chairs located under one of the many small 
umbrellas which lined the pool.  The only place available 
for Cynthia under the umbrella was directly between the 
two chairs.  Cynthia looked for a place to set the tray 
down, but there was no table to be found anywhere around 
them.  

   "Where do I put the tray,...ma'am?" she asked 
plaintively, because it was starting to become heavy for 
her to hold.

   "Seems we're a bit cramped today.  Guess you'll just 
have to hold it for us."

   "What?"  

   "I said for you to hold it.  And don't go and drop it 
again!  That tea set is from Japan, and would be very 
expensive for you to replace."

   "But..." Cynthia started to protest, then quickly 
stopped when she saw Mickey raise her right hand.

   "Some tea and sandwiches, my dear?" Mickey asked June.

   "Certainly," June replied, taking the offered cup and 
saucer.  "Could you lower the tray a bit, Cynthia.  Just 
bend over, that's a good girl."

   Cynthia obediently bent over and June took her time 
picking through the sandwiches, occasionally brushing the 
tips of Cynthia's breasts which were now dangling over 
the tray.

   "Nice day," observed June, deliberately flicking one 
of Cynthia's erect nipples before sitting back in her 
chair.  She sat content, holding her tea and occasionally 
nibbling a sandwich.

   "Perfect," replied Mickey, quietly sipping her tea, 
admiring the beautiful oiled body standing next to her.

   As the two women enjoyed their tea in the still 
country afternoon, Cynthia was having problems.  The tray 
was really starting to hurt her arms, although it became 
easier to hold once the small pot was emptied.  But every 
time she tried to straighten up, someone wanted 
something, so eventually she just stayed bent over.  The 
problem was, that as her back grew more and more tired, 
she kept bending over farther and farther.  Eventually 
she found herself completely bent over at the waist, with 
the tray on the ground!

   "Uh, ma'am?" the plaintive Cynthia called.  "Can I let 
go of this stupid tray now?"

   "First of all, it is "May I" and not "Can I".  
Understand?"

   "Bitch," muttered Cynthia.

   "What was that, dear?"

   "MAY I let go of this... tray now?"

   "No, you may not.  I'm sure we'll be needing something 
before too long, so you might as well stay ready for it."

   "At least I don't have to carry the darn thing now," 
Cynthia thought with satisfaction, although having to 
stay holding the tray in this ridiculous position was 
making her feel very dizzy.

   She wasn't sure what it was, but something was making 
her very, very nervous.  Her nipples had grown and firmed 
into excruciating hardness.  She could feel a new 
heaviness in her vagina, which told her that those darn 
old secretions of hers had started up again.

   It wasn't her fault!  She wasn't doing anything!  She 
was just standing there, holding that stupid tray, and 
wearing only a thick coating of suntan oil.

   The sensations slowly continued to grow within the 
unsuspecting teenager.  She felt a strange burning within 
her, like a terrible itch she couldn't scratch.  Her 
privates seemed especially affected by it.  Cynthia had 
the strangest desire to grab hold of her crotch right 
then and there and try to relieve this growing burning 
sensation.

   "Maybe if I just think about something else," she 
reasoned, "it will all go away."  She tried desperately 
to think of anything except the sensations building up 
inside her, but could not.

   "Oh my!"  Her thoughts fled when she definitely felt 
something on her left buttock!

   "Yes, Cynthia?"

   "There's something touching...me in back.  Ma'am," she 
added hastily after Mickey briefly held up her left index 
finger in warning.

   "Yes, that's me.  I am checking your bruise.  How does 
it feel?"

   Cynthia didn't know which was the more embarrassing, 
being touched in public or having been reminded of the 
fact she had been recently (and cruelly) beaten on her 
behind.

   "It's fine!" she gasped as Mickey's wandering hand 
worked its casual way over her buttocks and into the 
crevice separating them.

   "And how about everything else?"  June asked.

   "What else, Ma'am?" squeaked Cynthia as Mickey's 
fingers started to play around her puckered anus.

   "Well, this!" June replied.

   "OH!" the shocked Cynthia shouted as a hand easily 
slid its way between her oiled thighs and pressed itself 
against her exposed vulva.

   She was so dizzy from being bent over, so overwhelmed 
from the effects of the special lotion on her body, the 
teenager didn't know what to do.  She could only act 
reflexively, without thinking.  Cynthia jerked her hips 
back to escape this unseemly contact, and managed to 
impale her puckered anus deep onto Mickey's thumb!

   "AAAHH!" she gasped, as her hips jerked forward, 
impaling her vagina on June's waiting fingers.

   "NOOO!" Cynthia cried as she tried to fight her double 
impalement.  But try as she might, her movements to 
escape one invasion of her person only served to deepen 
the other.

   She was helplessly trapped between the cunning fingers 
of the two women.  Cynthia was literally in the palms of 
their hands.

   They pried the tray from Cynthia's nerveless fingers 
and moved it out of the way, but she never noticed, so 
intent was she on her double impalement.  Mickey and June 
teased the jerking girl mercilessly, deliberately 
bringing her to the edge of climax several times.  Each 
woman clamped her mouth on one of the teenager's swollen, 
dancing breasts and joyfully suckled them, while they 
tormented the erect nipples with their teeth and tongues. 

    Cynthia, swept away by the competent fury of the 
assault, could only moan as her senses were flooded by 
erotic sensations.  It shouldn't happen this way, she 
knew, but at last her unbelievable itch was finally being 
soothed, and for that she was secretly grateful to her 
tormentors.  And how!

    Carefully primed by the seductive effects of the 
lotion, Cynthia no longer fought to escape her 
predicament.  Mindlessly, she moved now to only to 
enhance the effects of the intruders within her.

    The orgasm struck with a devastating fury on the 
helpless blonde.  Her knees buckled and she would have 
fallen if Mickey and June hadn't been there to help her 
remain standing.  Her chest heaved as her tortured lungs 
fought for air, while her pulsing vagina held June's 
intruding fingers in a vise-like grip.  

   "OOOooohhh!" Cynthia moaned in ecstasy as her body 
started to recover from her climax.  The terrible 
building of sensations within her had been finally 
checked, and it felt wonderful to her.

   Her feelings of relief quickly died however, when she 
felt herself being built-up again!  This surprising 
revelation was destroyed with the onslaught of her 
quickly induced second orgasm.  Her young body drained of 
strength, she could only collapse on the ground and wait 
until the powerful sensations radiating from her crotch 
and anus finally died down.

   But the sensations did not die at all.  The two women 
quickly flipped the helpless teenager on her back.  June 
positioned herself between Cynthia's splayed thighs and 
started to lick the girl's oiled labia.

   Mickey moved the chairs out from underneath the 
umbrella, and then knelt directly over the girl's face.  
She lowered her hips until her shaved pussy was 
suggestively rubbing Cynthia's lips.

   The befuddled Cynthia started to tentatively kiss and 
lick the strange lips now pressed against hers, not 
knowing what person with the strange face and even 
stranger breath was on hers.  Her dazed mind was further 
stunned when she realized in her confusion that each of 
her efforts was answered by a very pleasurable sensation 
coming from her crotch.  "My God!"  she thought.  "I'm 
licking myself!  Talk about cool!"

   Cynthia used her hands and held tight to the moving 
hips over her head.  She placed her mouth firmly on the 
vulva above her and wouldn't let go after that.  Her 
mouth became more and more enthusiastic as the answering 
sensations continued to build from below.  She had no 
idea how such a thing as being able to lick yourself was 
even possible, but she was determined to take advantage 
of it while it lasted.  She kissed, nibbled, sucked, 
tongued, and generally had a wonderful time with, as she 
thought, making love to herself.

   June kept the writhing teenager in a near-constant 
state of climax as she continued her expert cunnilingus 
on the vulnerable pussy.  She teased the erect clitoris 
without mercy and she inserted her tongue deep into the 
tight, hot passage of the girl's vagina.

   Mickey fondled her own breasts as her jerking nude 
body rode the whirlwind of the teenager's voracious 
mouth.  Her mind was totally blown from Cynthia's highly 
enthusiastic version of oral sex, and she could only 
mutter occasionally, "I'm in love!  Oh, God!  I'm in 
love!"


   June's efforts finally reduced the passion-racked 
Cynthia to one final joyous spasm, then blessed 
unconsciousness.  Long before, Mickey, totally spent 
after her fifth orgasm, had to tear herself away, for the 
sake of her own sanity, from the deadly mouth below.  She 
crawled nude to one of the nearby chairs and collapsed on 
it in total satisfaction.

   Before she went to sleep, June heard her clearly say, 
"Phew!  That kid is dynamite!"

   June made sure her friend was protected from the sun 
before taking care of the prostrate Cynthia.  She placed 
the girl into another chair and dragged it alongside 
Mickey's underneath the shade.

    After making sure that all was well, June went into 
the house for a bath, a martini, and a few well-deserved 
orgasms of her own.


End Part III





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