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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


