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else. Many of these things would not be good... in fact, would be
downright bad or unhealthy to try to re-enact in real life. Please be
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This story documents a promiscuous weekend had by now sixteen-year-old
Sarah, this time visiting her older brother David at college. The
story assumes a familiarity with my previous three-chapter series
called Sarah's Discoveries.

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Story codes: teen, oral, anal, con, group, sens. dep., bond
Participation combos: Mf, fff, M+F+f

Thanks for reading!


SARAH CUM LAUDE (SARAH COMES LOUDLY) - PART II

Sarah awoke the next morning, finding herself alone in the soft bed.
The room was hot, stifling even, so she threw off the covers and
stretched out, first one arm and then the other, while letting out a
huge yawn. After blinking at the ceiling a few times and rubbing the
sleep out of her eyes, she threw a glance at the alarm clock on her
brother's nightstand. 10:00 am. Man, did they really get up and out of
bed at that hour on a Sunday in college?

Just then, the door flew open and Shannon barged in. Sarah shrieked
and pulled the covers up to cover her naked body.

"Oh! Sorry!" Shannon's grin belied the sincerity of the apology.

"I hope you got a good look, because that's all you get!" replied
Sarah in mock anger.

"That's what you think. Up and at 'em! We need to get you ready,
little girl."

"Ready?"

"Yup. Just wrap a towel around you and come to the girls' room. We're
all ready for you."

"We all?"

"Oh, just hurry!"

Shannon made an about face and disappeared down the hall.

Bemused, Sarah grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her like a
fluffy mini-dress. The hallway was deserted and the lounge likewise,
except for some guy in a flannel and baseball cap sleeping it off on
one of the couches. Someone had doodled on him overnight to make his
face look like that of a cat's, with black whiskers, fangs inked onto
his lips and little dots around the nose. Stifling a giggle, she
slipped into the bathroom.

As soon as she entered, the door was slammed shut behind her, and a
strong hand yanked her towel. She spun once before her fluffy mini-
dress was undone and hanging from Shawna's hand. The black girl's
white teeth lit the room in stark contrast to her ebony skin as she
grinned.

"Eek!"

The older girls laughed. In the room were Shannon, Sheryl and Shawna,
the Terrible Triple S's, as well as a fourth girl. She was the busty
redhead (brightly dyed), on whom David and Rob had worked their magic
the night before.

"Hi! I'm Dianne!"  Bubbly and dimply, the shortish girl introduced
herself while taking Sarah by the shoulders and sitting her down in a
chair that had been placed in the middle of the bathroom. It was
reminiscent of the chairs they use in hair salons.

"Sarah, have you ever worn contacts?" Shannon looked at her, holding a
little white contact lens container with two nodes, respectively
marked R and L.

"Contacts? Um... not really. I guess I've worn colored ones a couple
of times for costumes. Why?"

"Well, we've got these special ones we want you to wear today. Wanna
try them out?"

"Um... ok..." Sarah was a little confused but acquiesced.

The contacts were very dark. She inspected them closely and
suspiciously before trying one. Predictably enough, once it covered
her pupil she realized that she couldn't see through it at all.

"Hey! I can't see anything through this!"

"Good. Then it's working as it should."

"What?"

"A little more subtle than a blindfold, don't you think?" The redhead
smiled at Sarah's left eye, the one she could still see with. "The
plan is that you wear them all day so you get used to them."

"All day!?"

"We'll be with you all the time, making sure nothing bad happens." She
shrugged. "It's best you get used to them gradually, so you're ready
for tonight."

Sarah eyed Shannon suspiciously, wondering what tonight's activities
were going to entail, but then shrugged and put in the other contact.
The total darkness was unsettling, but she trusted Shannon.

Strong hands gripped under her upper arms, helping her up to a
standing position. The sound of a belt being unbuckled echoed in the
bathroom, followed by the soft sounds of cloth falling to the floor.
Sarah shivered in anticipation. She was led into the shower.

The temperature and water dial squeaked as it was turned. There was a
brief pause and then it was Sarah's turn to squeak as the cold water
hit her right in the chest. Her nipples crinkled and stood rigidly at
attention.

"It'll get hot in a second. Just hold on," said Dianne's voice.

And gradually, the water left the realm of icy, meandered through
chilly, tepid and warmish to finally settle on hot. Steamy, but not
scalding. Sarah let it wash across her naked body.

Pairs of hands, slippery with soap, rubbed her body, covering her in
bubbly suds. Someone stepped into the water stream, blocking it so the
suds weren't washed away too early. Her breasts and crotch received a
little extra attention, but she decided she was ok with that. In fact,
it was better than ok. She was just beginning to moan a little and rub
her slippery ass against the person behind her when the stream of
water once again struck her in the chest. Obviously, the blocker had
moved and the hands were now busy rotating her and posing her to make
sure all the soap was rinsed off. The whole process was done in
silence, save the soft hissing of the shower.

Gently, her body was toweled off before it was guided back into the
main of the bathroom and then pressed into the chair. After the steamy
shower, the air in the bathroom felt cool. Nipples relaxed by the warm
water firmed back up.

The chair was on wheels and reclineable. It shifted beneath her under
the guidance of the older girls, the wheels clacking as they rumbled
over the grooves between the floor tiles. Once it stopped, hands
grabbed her hair and pulled it back. The sound of rushing water echoed
through the bathroom.

As someone began to shampoo her hair, her legs were pulled up to be
hooked over the armrests on her chair, leaving her splayed wide open.
These girls don't waste any time! All that happened was nothing, and
the wait was very frustrating.

Suddenly, there was a click, immediately followed by a whirring noise.
Sarah thought of her vibrator at home, but when she felt the touch, it
was obvious right away that it was something else. She felt metal
slide across her pubic area, cool against her soft skin. Was it an
electric razor? Better not move, she thought and lay quite still. If
it really were an electric razor, it apparently wasn't enough, as the
buzzing apparatus abruptly shut off and was replaced by the 'whoosh'
of the application of something foamy on her pubic area. The
unmistakable scraping of a regular razor followed.

While Sarah did her best impression of the most immovable thing you
could possibly think of, the girl shampooing her hair went seriously
to work, working up a thick lather by means of a vigorous headrub. It
felt wonderful and was very relaxing. It just didn't last nearly long
enough. Before long, her hair was being rinsed and blow-dried. The
whine of the drier echoed through the large bathroom. Down below, her
pussy was toweled off and powdered. She wished she could take the
contacts out for a peek.

Distraction came quickly, however, when a kiss was placed right on the
lips of her pussy, followed by the swipe of a tongue.

"I love eating bare pussy," said... Dianne? Sheryl? She wasn't sure.
Whoever; the owner of the tongue was skilled and it didn't take long
before Sarah was grinding her hips against the talented mouth. And
then it stopped, just as suddenly. She groaned in frustration.

"She's primed enough, don't you girls agree?" Shannon's voice echoed
in the girls' room. Peals of laughter replied. They were followed by
the click-whirr of a camera, and then another.

"Hey!" exclaimed Sarah. She pulled her legs together posthaste and
stood up. Then she teetered as she realized that she had no idea where
to go, much less which way was up. Hands quickly steadied her.

"We'll show you the pictures afterwards, sweetheart," sounded
Shannon's voice from the darkness. "But we are planning on documenting
your whole day so you have something to remember us by." Another
camera whirr punctuated the statement.

Sarah wasn't given an opportunity to argue. Suddenly she was being
dressed, surrounded by helpful, if a bit groping, hands. Her body was
posed and adjusted as the girls tried different things, treating the
high schooler like a Barbie doll. Hopefully Ken wouldn't walk in just
then.

When the dust settled, however, the result turned out to be quite
minimalistic, bordering on naked; a skin-tight miniskirt through which
the lack of panty lines would be embarrassingly obvious and a bikini
top whose knot behind the neck seemed to have a penchant for
untangling. With support, her feet were guided into a pair of high
heels which seemed really impractical for a blind person. However,
with a little practice, she managed at least to stay balanced on them,
especially when walking arm-in-arm with the other girls.

Next, makeup was applied. Soft lipstick painted her lips and mascara
was applied to her eyelids. She hoped they didn't go overboard. Too
much makeup looked cheap, she thought. But the application seemed
light. A soft brush powdered her face and chest and then they were
done.

"You look like our little hooker!" exclaimed Shawna. "We should go
pimp you out!"

"We still might," commented Dianne.

Sarah just shivered with excitement, wondering what the day had in
store for her.



Twenty minutes later, the four girls were outside among the dorms,
walking and chatting cheerfully. Sarah was unsure as to how many
people were around or how any of her comrades looked. Did she stick
out the way she was dressed? Did anyone see her? What would happen?

The weather was cooler than the day before, and Sarah felt
underdressed. The slight breeze would send cold shocks through her
every time it flitted up under her skirt to tickle her bare pussy. She
knew from experience that her nipples were proudly pointing the way,
in case anyone was wondering. She clutched the arms of Sheryl (?) and
Dianne (?) as they walked.

Sarah had never been blinded for such a long time, and she found her
other senses coming alive in ways they never had before as she
strained to understand her surroundings as best she could. The clack-
clack of their shoes told her that she was not the only one who was
wearing heels. Hopefully that meant that her compatriots were dressed
similarly to her, dispelling an earlier image of the rest of the girls
in old jeans and roomy sweatshirts while parading her half naked
around campus.

New smells tickled her nostrils. Someone was microwaving popcorn
somewhere. They passed a garbage container. And now she was pretty
sure she smelled the tangy smell of pot. Maybe she should start
working for Campus Safety. She could be their drug dog. When she
giggled at the thought, the girls made her explain. They were all
laughing when someone approached them.

"Heyya Shannon. Who's the new girl?" The voice was strongly masculine,
with a dash of southern twang. It sounded like it came from a ways
above her, but given her diminutive stature, it really didn't tell her
much. There was a jovial and friendly tone to it.

"She looks a bit young, even for freshman."

"Stan!" exclaimed Shannon. "Just the cock I was looking for!" Sarah
stood, confused, but the other girls broke into chortles.

"I see. And in what way may I offer my fine services to you beautiful
ladies this beautiful morning? Remember, I give group discounts!"

"Yeah, you wish you could take us all on, Holmes. You wouldn't survive
past noon with this girl, you know what I'm sayin'. Word!" Shawna fell
into a mock Ebonics dialect, in stark contrast to the fairly plain
northeastern dialect she normally wore. There was more laughter, and
this time even Sarah joined in.

"Ah, so the poor girl does make noise. What's your name, sweetheart?"
Stan put emphasis on 'your'.

"Um... Sarah. I'm visiting my brother for the weekend."

"Well, Um... Sarah, nice to meet you. You are a beautiful girl."

Sarah felt her flush spreading violently across her face, and she
wished she could see what he looked like.

"She's co-spawn to David. Very agreeable girl, really," volunteered
Shannon.

"I see. She's of good stock then. And to me, certainly a much more
attractive package than her brother. I must admit to some bias,
however. Breasts do it for me in ways that balls never will." There
was a pause. "She does seem to have some issues with focus though."

"She's wearing contacts."

"Ah, of course." Obviously Stan knew exactly what Shannon was talking
about. "Too bad. Now she can't lose herself in my handsomely chiseled
face and deep, blue eyes."

"Don't listen to him, Sarah," interrupted Dianne. "He's a hideous
troll!"

There was more laughing. Sarah found that she was beginning to pick
out a slight accent in Dianne's speech, a tendency to pronounce 'i'
sounds as 'eh' so it sounded like she said lesten and hedeous. She'd
have to ask later where she was from. The little things you notice
when you have to rely on hearing.

"So you'll be at the festivities tonight?" Shannon sounded hopeful.

"Now that I've seen what the main attraction looks like, wild horses
couldn't drag me away."

"How about a sample right now?"

Sarah started. Here? Now? Where everyone could see?

"I think that would be juuust fantastic!" He dragged out the just.

Hands pressed firmly on Sarah's shoulders, urging her down on her
knees. Once there, her arms were pulled around to her back, her wrists
touching right behind her ass. They pulled so her back was arched a
little, pushing her tits out in front of her. A quick tug released the
knot behind her neck, freeing her bikini top to fall down to around
her waist. Now she was topless with no idea who might be watching. And
terribly excited.

For a short while, there was nothing, and then a hand was placed on
the back of her head, pulling her forwards. It was gentle, but
insistent. She was unsure, but it seemed to big to be one of the
girls'. Suddenly, she felt soft skin against her lips. It was warm and
the flesh beneath it was rigid. Parting her lips, she let Stan push
his cock into her mouth.

He was thick! Genuine effort proved necessary to envelop his member.
The insistent hand held her in place as she was slowly impaled. It was
eerie, not being able to see and having to rely on the other senses.
She could smell his masculine odor; not bad, but masculine. The cock
was smooth, soft yet firm, and tasted clean. The cool breeze across
her bare nipples sent a shiver through her body.

A certain apprehension set in as she realized that she had no control
over this at all, the way her arms were restrained and her vision
impaired. The hand on the back of her head never gave way, and the
firm member pressed deeper and deeper. She managed to breathe through
her nose, but couldn't hold back a cough when the large cock bumped
against the back of her throat. Thankfully, he pulled back right away,
letting her regain control over airways.

Her reprieve was short, however, before the saliva-covered cock was
sliding back in, pressing her lips open. Once again it made its way
all the way back, and once again she coughed. It was getting easier,
but slowly. On the third stroke she had a better sense of what to
expect. She mostly managed to control herself, only a slight lurch
giving her away. Subsequent times became easier and easier as she grew
accustomed to the intrusion. It was lucky her gag reflex wasn't too
strong.

But Stan was getting more and more excited, and as she showed signs of
not being too bothered by the depth, he began to press harder against
her each time he bottomed out, as if he wanted to go further.

"Stan, not all girls are born with the deep throating gene, you know,"
chided Shannon. "And if she is to learn, she'd probably be better off
starting with someone of lesser girth, don't you think?"

"I like to probe the depths of all possibilities."

"I'm sure you say that about all the girls."

Stan was breathing heavily and had brought his other hand up so that
they were both guiding Sarah's head. She was starting to smell a
little sweat. Hers or his? She wasn't sure. The fucking was in
earnest, and the cock was bumping against her throat with more force
with each stroke. The taste of precum was on him. He tasted all man.

One of the girls reached around her from behind and began to play with
her tits. A small shock shot darted across Sarah's skin every time one
of her nipples was tweaked.

"Oh! Oh!" she heard. "Almost there!" The cock in her mouth was
beginning to swell, if that were possible.

"Paint her tits!" She thought it was Sheryl.

Suddenly, the cock was yanked out of her mouth, leaving her gasping
for breath. Then something warm and sticky splashed against her boobs.
Spurt followed spurt, some high on her chest and some right onto her
creamy globes. She felt his seed slide into her cleavage and slowly
down the curves of her full tits, leaving wet trails made cool by the
breeze. The cock was once again pressed against her lips, softening as
she sucked the last of his come from the tip. When he withdrew, it
slipped from her lips with a soft pop.

"Sucks good, she does. The force is strong in this one," said Stan,
accompanied by a zip as he closed his fly.

"Thanks, master Yoda," replied Dianne, her voice dripping with
sarcasm.

"Well, go to study meeting I must. Tonight see you I will." Sarah
heard something that sounded like a punch, followed by a grunt. "The
death of me you girls will be."

Then she heard soft footsteps as he walked away, wearing sneakers, she
guessed. Someone grabbed the ties for her top and carefully maneuvered
her tits back into the cups before tying them off behind her neck.
Stan's come was still there, growing cooler against her skin.

"As you were, little soldier," said Shannon.

"He seemed nice," said Sarah. "I wish I'd seen what he looks like."

"You were busy, so you probably didn't notice, but I secured some
photos. Tomorrow you'll be able to see what a monster you dealt with."

"He couldn't have been that bad, could he?" The other girls giggled.

Sarah frowned, but then was taken by the arms and near carried
forward. She got back into step and tried to follow their conversation
while doing her best to understand her surroundings without sight.
What time was it? Odd how it didn't seem to matter as much when there
was no difference between night and day. All she knew was that her
pussy was soaking, and she still hadn't gotten any relief.



The girls kept chatting as if there was nothing odd going on, like
they were just out on a walk. Sarah was acutely aware of the come
sliding down between her tits. A lot of it was caught in the cups of
her top, but she could feel the coldness of at least one streak that
was sliding down her stomach. Had anyone noticed? Were people staring
at her as she walked by? Though her hands were free now, she didn't
have anything to wipe it off with. She was about to rub it into her
skin with her hands, when she was caught around the wrists.

"No no, today it's your badge of honor. No rubbing away until we say
so." Shannon was stern. Sarah's hands immediately dropped when Shannon
let go.

The next thing Sarah had inflicted on her was nothing less than...
lunch! Dragged into one of the campus cafeterias, she was led to a
table and made to sit down.

"You wait here. We'll get you some stuff to eat."

"Could I have a burger or something?"

"We'll see what looks good. You just wait here."

Sarah realized that she'd been left alone. The din of the other diners
was loud in her ears, and that reheated industrial food scent that
seems to pervade every cafeteria on the planet filled her nostrils.
She strained her ears for the sound of her friends' return. The
darkness turned seconds to minutes and minutes to hours.

Just as she was tiring of trying to sort out all the sounds and smells
and just letting everything blend together into a muddy amalgamation
of sensation, she was shocked out of it by the sound of a tray
rattling onto the table in front of her.

"We're back; dig in!"

"What is it?"

"You tell us."

Sarah was so suspicious. She couldn't help but suspect that the
mischievous college girls had done all sorts of strange things to her
food and drink. But she was starving! There really was no choice.

Reaching out gingerly, she tried to identify what the girls had
brought her. She found the edge of the tray and walked her fingers
around it slowly until she found a plate. Trailing her finger slowly
along its edge, she stopped suddenly when it slipped into something
cold, wet and sticky. Keeping her suspicions in check, she lifted it,
first to her nose and then to her lips, and tasted it with her tongue.
She was relieved to discover it was just catsup. A little careful
probing found her ridged french fries to dip in it. She breathed out.

Continuing around the tray, she found another plate on which sat
something doughy with seeds on top. They did get her a burger!
Continued examination of the tray revealed a glass which, after
careful tasting, seemed filled with some relatively harmless cola
product. She wasn't sure where the trap was, but so far things seemed
alright.

Carefully, she got her fingers around the burger and lifted it to her
mouth. The first bite was heavenly. A bacon cheeseburger, she thought,
with a strong barbeque flavor. She didn't know if were her enhanced
senses or just that she was really hungry, but the flavor and texture
as it filled her mouth seemed out of this world.

She dug in, ravenous. Almost at once, she felt something wet plop onto
her right boob. Oh no! The sauce was dripping! It was really warm
against her skin. Around her, she heard giggles and chortles.

She attempted to hold the burger with one hand while collecting the
overflow. However, as soon as she did, more sauce slid off the
overloaded burger and splashed against her chest. She could feel the
gooey liquid slide down, following much the same paths that Stan's
come had followed some minutes earlier. Testing with her fingers, she
found that the lower half of the bun was so soaked with sauce it had
just given away.

"You're so hot even the burger can't keep from coming all over you,
Sarah!"

"Yeah, baby, rub it into your skin! Take my seed!"

"You should have taken it in your mouth, Sarah. I bet burger-come
tastes a lot better than man-come!"

Heckles sounded from around the table. Sarah just knew she was beet
red all over. But, as she tried to put her burger down to grab a
napkin, she heard Shannon's voice:

"Finish your burger!" The voice was harder than she had ever heard it,
and she stopped immediately. "We'll take care of the spills
afterwards."

She stopped, considered and then grudgingly resumed her eating. Every
so often, she felt new splashes against her boobs, but it seemed most
of the sauce had already found its way down. Who was watching? Her
hunger hardly outweighed the discomfort of sitting in public with
barbeque sauce all over her boobs, but she was in the girls' power.
She finished and smacked her lips.

"Can I clean it off now?"

"No. Now hold on a minute." Shannon's voice was distracted. "Ah. There
she is. Melody!"

"Shannon! How are you?" The voice was deep for a girl's, but decidedly
feminine.

"I'm good. Say, are those two pale-faced frosh your new pledges?"

"Pale-faced? I suppose they've been through a lot lately. Maybe I'm
getting too hard in my old age."

"Probably. Think they're up for a clean-up task?"

"I suppose so. Still another two days of pledge week."

Someone took Sarah's hands and pulled them back until they were
touching each other behind her chair and held them there. She was
beginning to expect it at this point. And then the knot holding her
top attached behind her neck was loosened. The thin cloth fell
forward, and with the help of a tug from someone her full tits were in
full view.

"Oh my god," she thought. "We're in the middle of the cafeteria!" She
wriggled, but her arms were held tightly.

"Oh my, that is a mess," commented the deep voice. "Seems like a
fitting assignment. Come here, girls!" Sarah heard the quiet sounds of
people shifting around.

She yelped when her chair was flipped backwards and pulled away from
the table. It wasn't long before her feet were back on the floor, but
she felt very exposed.

"Ok, girls. Hands behind your backs! Down on your knees and clean this
poor girl up!"

Sarah heard shuffling on the floor in front of her and then two bodies
pressing against hers, one from either side. She sensed hesitation,
and then jumped as two tongues pressed against her, one at each
breast. They were wet and soft, scooping up the barbeque sauce a
little bit at a time. In the process, they often flicked near or
across her sensitive nipples, which were standing firmly at attention,
or up and down the sensitive skin on her tits, sending shivers racing
along her spine. She wondered if they could taste Stan's come under
all the sauce.

She quivered as the pledges did their duty and moaned as their wet
tongues slid along her soft skin. A shiver raced across her chest as
the cool air chilled the saliva on her chest. Goosebumps arose,
sending a tingly feeling through her body. Rock hard, her nipples
strained upward.

She was trying to will them to move down, to lick her thighs, her
cunt, anything, so she could get off. However, all she got was a long
build-up, a merciless tease that ended when her chest was clean, but
left her itching for more. She could feel a drop of her juices sliding
lazily down the inside of her left thigh.

"Well, Sarah, it's about time we got you ready for today's
festivities, now that you're fed and cleaned up." Shannon's voice came
from close by, right next to her ear. The two freshmen had been
ordered off almost immediately by Melody, though they were first made
to give Sarah a goodnight kiss each. She had tasted the barbeque
sauce.

The girls grabbed her arms and pointed her to the door. She walked,
wondering what they had in store for her.



They led her into the girls' bathroom back at the dorms. At least she
assumed that's what it was. It echoed like a bathroom, anyway. Wasting
no time, the girls quickly had her skirt unzipped and her top untied,
leaving her naked except for the heels.

"You will be a slave tonight," explained Shannon. "Emperor Sirius's
captured slave from the lands in the north. Due to your... condition,
you are useless as a serving girl or dancer, so you will provide
entertainment in other ways. The Emperor and his friends are very
eager to meet you."

"Emperor Sirius?"

"Don't ask."

Sarah shivered with excitement as the girls pulled her back into the
chair they had used earlier. Someone took her hair and began to braid
it out of her face, in two thin weaves that wrapped around her head to
be merged into a tail behind her head. It was like a built-in crown or
circlet. At the same time, she felt makeup being applied. Her face and
chest were powdered and lipstick applied. Eye shadow followed, but it
felt like a very light application. Finally, a long, sleeveless top
was slipped over her head. It was so thin it felt like it was made of
gauze or just a thickening of the air around her body. A belt cinched
into place around her waist, turning the lightweight top into a flimsy
mini-dress. Almost medieval, Sarah thought.

What came next surprised her, as a leather chocker was attached around
her neck. She heard a tingling noise as it was attached, and she could
reproduce the sound by moving her head. Likewise, leather straps were
strapped around her ankles and bracelets around her wrists. Then her
wrists were pulled back and the bracelets fiddled with. When the
person holding her arms let go, she found that they were still
connected and that she could produce a tingling noise like from her
choker by shaking her hands.

She more felt than heard the presence to her right, but Shannon's
whispers into her ears were clear as bell.

"Ready for your last surprise?"

Sarah gulped.

"You're not only blind. You're deaf. Remember that we will be watching
you and keeping you safe."

Shannon kissed Sarah deeply on the mouth before pushing something into
her left ear. Sarah realized that she was unable to hear anything
through it.

"Your safeword is 'modern major general'. Scream it out if you want
everything to stop." And then the second earplug was pushed in, and
Sarah's senses were down to only touch, taste and smells. The sudden
stillness made the dark seem all the darker.

For a short while, all was still. Had they left? Was she alone? She
turned her head as if it would allow her to sense better, but all was
still. She waited.

Suddenly, making her jump, something was attached to her choker. The
she felt a light tug. Carefully, she stood up, wobbling in her heels.
It occurred to her that modern high heels seemed terribly incongruous
for what seemed like some sort of Roman or medieval fantasy. Not that
it mattered, she supposed. She was yanked out of her musings by a
sharp tug on the collar.

Stepping forward, she advanced with care. This time, no one was
supporting her. She was unsteady, but kept her balance. All she could
do was trust that the others were there to catch her. No choice but to
trust.

Another yank directed her to where she thought the door was. Without
sight or sound, her sense of direction was a lost cause. However, the
scent of the bathroom, of perfume and mildew, was fading away and the
air was suddenly cooler and drier.

She decided she was on a leash. The next tug led her right, and if she
remembered correctly, toward the exit. She was going outside like
this? As light as the material of her dress was, she was sure it had
to be completely see-through. She didn't have much of a sense of time,
but she was very sure it was still broad daylight. They'd just had
lunch, hadn't they? Was it fear or excitement that made her nipples
crinkle up like that?

Whatever the reason, once the door was opened it was definitely the
cool breeze. It rushed over her body as if she wasn't wearing anything
at all. Goosebumps rose all over, tingling. Even without a chill in
the air, all the smells would immediately have told her that she was
outside. Mowed grass, the cafeteria in the distance and the burning
oil from some student's old wreck of a car told her that she was on a
college campus as clearly as if she had been able to see and hear.

The walk felt like it lasted forever, even if it probably were only a
few minutes. When they finally arrived at their destination, the wait
was nerve-wracking. The breeze tickled her skin as they stood there.
She could only guess that a door had been knocked on and that they
were waiting or something of the sort. Was anyone watching her? She
felt so exposed. Finally, a tug signaled her to move forward again.

She could sense the warmth, and the slight change in pressure as the
door was closed behind her. There was a smell of skin, of light sweat
and bodies. The floor felt solid as she walked behind the leash; she
felt rather than heard the sharp 'clack clack' of her heels. And then
she was stopped. She waited nervously, feeling a drop of her own
perspiration sliding down her neck and over her chest.

All of a sudden, her wrists were unhooked. What was she supposed to do
with her new-found freedom? As she stood there, soft hands slid
against her thighs, slipping up under her gauzy slave dress. Its hem
was gripped and then lifted up. Someone grabbed her wrists and lifted
them above her head as the flimsy cloth was pulled up to reveal more
and more of her tense body.

And then she was naked. Totally naked except her heels, and from what
she could sense, she was exposed to a large group of people. She was
terrified and excited. What would happen? Of all the strange things
while being deaf and blind, the waits were by far the worst.

Then her wrists were maneuvered so that they were crossed in front of
her, and before she knew it, her temporary release was over. She
strained once at her bonds, briefly. Strong hands grabbed her at the
arms and waist and pressed her down to her knees. Something soft lay
on the floor, providing welcome cushioning.

Sarah once again felt like a Barbie doll as she was posed. Her thighs
were pulled apart until it was as if she were straddling someone
invisible. Her ankles were angled out even further and kept that way
by attaching the leather straps to something. Next, her wrists were
brought back up over her head, and this time they were secured.  There
seemed to be some give as if she were attached to a rope or chain, but
the ultimate result was that she was stretched between the floor and
whatever kept her wrists in place, with her legs spread and her back
slightly arched, breasts ahead.

She had never felt this exposed in her life. As much as she hadn't
realized it earlier, then she had had choices. Now there were none.
She was strung up and naked, prepared for who-knows-what; for Emperor
Sirius, whatever that meant. The waiting was like torture, an
exquisite torture sending tingles through her body. She could feel
sweat beading on her forehead as her entire being trembled. She didn't
think she had been this sopping wet in her entire life. There was the
safeword, of course, but did she really want to stop this? The silent
darkness persisted as her thoughts raced. Time seemed irrelevant, even
nonexistent.

Thoughts of abandonment and musings that something had gone wrong were
about to take over when something soft and warm brushed against her
lips. Sarah jumped, as much as it was possible the way she was trussed
up. A kiss! The lips were smooth and insistent. When they returned for
a second kiss, Sarah reciprocated. She was sure it was a girl; no guy
had lips like that.

The kiss grew in passion. The mystery girl's tongue snaked out and
licked along the edges of Sarah's lips before trailing along her thin
jaw line toward her ear. Carefully and gently, it slid down to her
neck, where the mouth began to nibble her gently. A new pair of lips
pressed against hers. Once again a woman, she thought as she kissed
back. Then someone was nibbling on her ear. And then she was being
licked, kissed and nibbled from all sides. She felt someone kissing
between her shoulder blades, someone nibbling one of her nipples,
someone licking her left thigh, her stomach, her right asscheek, her
right ankle, her left arm... how did they all fit around her?

It was like being devoured by a tongue monster. Sensations rushed over
her from all sides. Someone slid in underneath her and started tasting
her juices, probing her soaked pussy with his tongue. Definitely a
him. She could feel his stubble against the tender skin of her thighs.

A sticky wetness struck her left shoulder and began to seep down her
back. Someone's finger scooped up a good amount of it, only to be
sticking it into Sarah's mouth. She was surprised to taste honey
rather than semen, which she had expected. Her lips caved in as she
sucked it off the finger. More of the syrupy liquid was poured onto
her boobs, the small of her back and her legs. Eager tongues followed
the slow streams, cleaning it off as quickly as it landed.

Hands were beginning to rub her as she lavished in the extensive
tongue bath. Probing fingers were finding their way into her from all
angles, then disappearing to be replaced by someone else's. A honey-
covered tit was pressed against her mouth and its owner used her hands
to guide Sarah's tongue until it was all cleaned up. The tit
disappeared and was followed by a quick kiss, like a 'thank you'
albeit a fleeting one.

The tongue in her cunt was working like magic, and Sarah's mouth
dropped open as she moaned. She was still covered with tongues and
every touch was electric. Once she had read an article about feather
torture. She imagined it had to be like this. Well, perhaps a bit
dryer.

The next honey-covered flesh brought to her lips was a cock, so erect
it had to be painful. It was moved back and forth across her lips, the
sweet, gooey liquid rubbing off a little at a time. Sarah found
herself licking her lips, and constantly trying to catch a little
more. She flicked her tongue at the cock, which kept slipping in and
out of range. Sometimes he pushed forward far enough for her to engulf
the whole head, and other times he kept the tip just far enough away
that she had to crane her neck to touch it with her tongue. Once in a
while he would apply a little more honey so she had something to work
for. The game came to an abrupt end while she had the whole head in
her mouth. Salt mixed with sweet as he erupted, coating her tongue
with thick semen. After he had withdrawn, she closed her lips and
swallowed, the wet mixture coating her throat. Parting her lips again,
she waited for more.

Suddenly the chain holding her wrists in place slid forward. It was
checked again quickly, but her position had been changed. Now she was
leaning forward at an angle, her torso held up by her arms above her.
Her back was bent like a bow, pushing her large tits forward and her
ass up, leaving her even more exposed than before. The tongues had
followed, still treating her to a soft massage wet with saliva. The
smells of sex and sweat filled the room.

Something firm pressed against her asshole from behind, but the
invasion never came. Instead, she felt something wet spread, some of
it slipping into her. He'd come before even entering her! He moved and
his firmness was immediately replaced by someone else's, more
insistent. Using the come on her ass for lubrication, the cock pressed
its way slowly into her. He was gentle, but firm. A few drops of come
didn't really do a whole lot to improve the glide and it hurt at
first, but then she felt a wet stream of cold liquid be poured onto
the point of union. The lube helped immediately, and soon he was
stroking regularly in and out of her.

Her head was turned sideways by strong hands. She expected a cock in
her mouth, but instead he just rested it on her cheek. It pulsed once,
twice and a third time, leaving slippery semen to slide off her face.
A soft tongue began to clean her face, every so often kissing her
before resuming its work.

Her cheek was almost clean when rough hands grabbed her head and
forced her onto a member of some girth. He was pushing into her
forcefully, establishing a rhythm that matched the cock in her ass.
Whenever he bounced against the back of her throat, she gagged a
little, but not so much as to prove disastrous. The forcefulness was
scary, however, and for the first time Sarah seriously considered the
safeword. Shannon hadn't mentioned how to say it around a huge cock,
but she was sure the point would get across if she freaked out enough.
Just as panic was about to set in, the guy pushed in for a last time
and started coming right down her throat. She coughed a little, but he
pulled back and she got some reprieve.

The guy behind her lost the good fight right after and flooded her ass
with come. He pulled out and was immediately replaced by another,
plunging in and then sawing steadily in and out of her. Hands and
mouths were still caressing her, and the stimulation was overwhelming.
Her lips were covered with sweet kisses. She could smell come on the
girl's breath, but she was gentle and soft. Something wet, probably
semen this time, splattered against her back to be rubbed into her
skin by strong hands.

There was a short pause after the guy who'd taken her from behind
pulled out and sprayed her ass with his come. Then she felt her wrists
get unhooked from the chain and from each other. The links holding her
ankles followed. She wondered if she were done when she felt strong,
naked bodies press against her from both sides. The guys picked up her
little body and held her between them so that the each had an arm
hooked under one of her knees and the other supporting her back. She
was lying tits-up between with her arms around their necks, bent at
the waist with her legs spread and pointing toward the ceiling.

The two of them lowered her until she felt another cock against her
ass, this time attached to someone lying on the floor. They just
lowered her and her own weight took care of the rest, until she was
slowly impaled. A loud groan escaped her as she slid down. Once her
ass was resting against his pelvis, she was leaned backwards until her
back was resting on a strong, broad chest. Her legs were still held up
and open so she had nowhere to go. Something pressed against her
exposed pussy and she knew she was about to get it double up. The
large member was eased into her tight opening. It was as if she could
make out every vein on it as it made its way deeper.

Once both were buried solidly inside her they just waited. She could
feel the cocks pulse in her, eager to go. A hand touched her under her
chin and tilted her head back. A rock hard member was pressed against
her lips. When she parted her lips to admit it, it was pressed in
firmly until it bumped against the back of her throat. Then it waited,
like the other two. Sarah found she could breathe through her nose
around it, but hoped she wouldn't have to for too long.

Wetness splattered onto her left tit. She didn't know if it were some
sort of signal or just coincidence, but as soon as it did, all three
guys started moving inside her. She was steadied from all directions
so she just concentrated on breathing around the cock in her mouth.
She felt completely objectified. She couldn't see or hear who was
fucking her, and they all pumped her like machines. In stark contrast
were the loving touches and kisses she was getting from everyone else
around her. Mouths were teasing her nipples, gentle fingers playing
with her clit, tender kisses on her earlobes; all like being used and
loved at the same time.

Overwhelmed with stimulation, her body was following its own course.
Powerful surges of pure sexual energy rushed through her like a river
over a waterfall, building up before a stomach-tightening flight that
ends in an adrenalin-induced crash loud as an explosion. Breathing was
becoming harder to concentrate on as she began to twitch. The three
guys had settled on a steady rhythm and every stroke pushed her just a
little closer to the precipice.

And then the guy in her mouth suddenly pulled out and covered her face
in sticky sperm. Some she tasted on her lips, but most slid off her
cheeks and down her neck. Following suit, the guy in her pussy was
close behind, barely getting himself out before launching ropes of
semen across her stomach, reaching as far as the tops of her breasts.
Sarah cried out in frustration. She had been almost there! Almost! The
third guy emptied himself in her ass.

Strong hands lifted her again, righting her and then lowered her onto
a new cock. She sighed deeply as it slid into her sopping cunt before
she was bent forwards. Her large breasts were pressed into the chest
of the guy lying beneath her. Someone stepped up behind her and then
she was entered doubly again. These two didn't wait, and soon had
their own rhythm going. The feeling was returning.

A hand roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her head up. It
held her there while its owner pressed his cock into her mouth. The
fistful was enough that it didn't hurt, but there was still a real cro
magnon feeling to it. She felt like she was being raped by a gang of
cavemen. Had she not been so damned turned on, she'd be terrified. And
Shannon and David were there to protect her. She did her best to suck
off the guy without losing her breath.

Once again, the orgasm began to bubble up inside her. The second heat
in what she expected would be a long relay was pumping her for all
they were worth, powerfully and roughly. Still the gentle hands and
lips and tongues and fingertips were exploring her sweaty body, a
stark contrast to her rough treatment. She shivered as her clit was
pinched between a thumb and index finger and sighed deeply as her
breasts were cupped in strong hands and massaged. Every so often she
would jump as wet sprays struck her shoulder, hair, thighs or any
other exposed part of her body.

Her nostrils flared, drawing in the thick scent of sex. Sweat, semen
and honey coated her body from top to toe, making her slippery in some
places and sticky in others. The horny teenager felt the familiar
tingling spreading from her stomach. She was moaning loudly around the
big cock between her lips, or at least assumed she was. It was like a
dull rumbling to her, resonating through her skull. The tang of
precome on her tongue was warning her that he was drawing close.
Luckily, so was she.

The cock in her ass was beginning to expand when he yanked it out of
her. Immediately after, she felt warm wetness splash against the small
of her back. She followed close behind, going tight as a vice around
the member buried in her cunt. She was gasping and quivering, muffled
by the guy in front of her kept pushing himself into her mouth,
controlling her head with his hands. Stars shot across the backs of
the opaque contacts as she convulsed between the two guys. A wet
tongue was cleaning the come off her back, sending shivers up her
spine.

Just as she was coming down from the orgasm, the guy in her mouth
pushed in deep and held. She was struggling not to gag as she felt him
grow larger in her mouth, stretching her lips. She sucked in air
through her nostrils and then gulped as he fired hot seed straight
down her throat. When he finally pulled out, she coughed, a little of
his deposit slipping out past her lips. Then the third guy just pushed
in and drenched her hot pussy with come. She was still reveling in the
faint aftershocks of her orgasm when they lifted her off.

A soft hand rubbed something slippery into her ass while they held
her, before they once again lowered her onto a fiercely erect member.
She was getting sore back there, so she appreciated the lube. She was
skewered once again by her own weight, her asshole tight around the
large cock. Strong hands lowered her back onto the chest of the guy
beneath her. She expected two more cocks to continue the streak of
triple penetrations, but was pleasantly surprised when a soft tongue
started to work on her pussy instead. I must be a mess down there, she
thought, but the person licking her paid it no mind.

Then someone straddled her head and a pussy was lowered to her face.
Scent and flavor told her that this girl had already been fucked at
least once. The pussy was slippery and dripping onto her tongue as she
lapped at the soft folds. The girl on top was facing towards the rest
of Sarah's body, and when she bent over, her tongue joined the other
in teasing the young teen's cunt. Sarah tried to mimic what was being
done to her when she felt something fleshy slide past her tongue and
into the tight pussy above her. Juices flooded her tongue as the large
cocked displaced them. Someone was fucking her partner!

The feeling of the wet skin sliding back and forth across her tongue
as she licked was very sexy. The taste of the girl being fucked was
strong on the cock each time it slipped out of her. Sometimes he would
pull all the way out and stick the tip in her mouth. She suckled it
each time, tasting precome, before he would cram it back into whoever
was above her. It was an odd combination of sensations; the large cock
sawing in and out of her ass, the two soft tongues sliding all over
and into her pussy, and then the wet pussy getting fucked as she
licked it. And still the hands and tongues were sliding all over her
body. It was all so overwhelming, and made so much more intense by her
missing senses.

Suddenly the guy above her plunged himself into the other girl. His
balls slid across her nose as he pushed in. Craning her neck, she
extended her tongue to swipe it across the sensitive underside. It was
like he was flexing. He waited a few seconds, then pulled out and the
pussy was pressed down against her mouth. The secretions were thicker
and saltier, and Sarah realized he had come in the girl. She ate it
hungrily, and was rewarded by quivering and shaking above her, as the
girl ground her pussy into her face. Slipping her tongue into the
other girl, she could feel the pussy tighten around her tongue. Above
her, the co-ed was spasming in orgasm.

Meanwhile, Sarah felt her orgasm number two beginning to well up
inside her. She was starting to shiver. Only one tongue was working
her pussy, seeing as the girl on top was too busy coming, but it was
skilled, darting and sliding across the sensitive lips. The cock in
her ass pulsed and spilled into her, buried balls deep. Teeth were
tugging at her nipples, sending shocks darting across her sensitive
skin. The fire was churning within her, burning hotter and hotter.

The girl above her toppled over to the left. Then something wet and
slippery was squirted onto her tits and rubbed in until they were
slick all over. A body straddled her stomach, and by the feel the
balls rubbing against her and the cock placed between her tits, it was
a male one. He was warm against her skin. Big, meaty hands pressed the
soft mounds of flesh together, making a tight cave for the hard penis
to slide back and forth within. A hand under her chin tipped her head
back so that a well-hung guy behind her could press his slick member
between her lips. She could taste girl on him.

The guy in her ass was still beneath her, breathing heavily. Strong
and broad, the chest beneath her was lowering and lifting her with
each breath. His cock was shrinking away. A funny sensation, as it
slithered out of her ass. She clenched and squeezed it out. He was
pinned, so he just lay there and roamed her come-drenched body with
his hands.

Sarah was breathing heavily herself, and was finding it harder and
harder to concentrate on the big cock in her mouth. The tongue between
her legs was doing wonderful, wet things. Flicking across her clit one
last time, it set off fireworks that started in her pussy and shot out
through her limbs and torso. Sarah's toes curled as she came again,
her moans sending vibrations through the meaty member pointing at her
throat.

While she came, the guy on her chests pumped like mad at her tits. She
came down from the orgasm, breathing heavily, just in time to feel a
warm, wet splatter against her neck and chest. The guy in her mouth
pulled out and followed suit, coating her face with thick ropes of
semen. It was sliding slowly down her cheeks and onto her neck. And
then they all got up and she was alone.

It was a strange sensation not to be alone after the constant barrage
she had been under. She kept waiting for a surprise, but there didn't
seem to be one. Was she done? Were they finished with her? Could she
get up? She waited patiently, sitting on the floor.

Finally, gentle hands helped her to her feet. Women's hands, she
thought. Wobbly on her legs, she was led by the hands to a room with a
tiled floor. A bathroom? Suddenly she felt the firm spray of a deftly
aimed showerhead, the water prickling her skin where it hit. They were
rinsing her off, head to toe. Someone started massaging her head,
rubbing in shampoo in the process. Others were using loofas to soap up
her body, the rough fabric scrubbing her nicely.

It felt heavenly and ended far too soon. She was led by the hands
again and made to sit down on something plastic, maybe a stool or an
upside down bucket. Heat from a hairdryer warmed her scalp. While her
hair was getting done, she felt makeup being applied. Smooth lipstick
was painted on her lips, her eyelashes were brushed, mascara and blush
were applied. Skillfully, she hoped. She felt a little silly. Her hair
was pinned up on her head and then she was made to stand up again and
led back out of the bathroom.

Once again she was made to kneel. Her legs were spread and the anklets
connected to something on the floor. Then she was made to lean back
until her hands were on the floor and propping her up on her arms. Her
wrists were linked to her anklets so she couldn't move out of the
position.. There was solitude as she waited for something to happen.

Suddenly fingers tweaked her nipples, causing them to stand erect. A
final touch of blush was applied to the tops of her breasts and then a
short pause.

And then the barrage started.

Thick wetness splashed across her face from several sides at once. As
soon as one sticky shower ended, another began. Wet strings lay across
her nose, her forehead, her cheeks, slick liquid sliding down her neck
and onto her chest. Her mouth opened in surprise, and immediately
there was flesh in it, unloading semen onto her tongue. More sprays
landed on her, coming from all sides, striking her breasts and
stomach. Some shot straight at her hair.

She could feel it sliding down her stomach, down between her legs and
the insides of her thighs. When it began to flow across over her
pussy, tender fingers began to rub it into her, alternately slipping
into her or flicking across her clit. There was so much come! More and
more shot onto her face, until she felt like she was wearing a mask,
sliding slowly down toward her neck and shoulders. It was like a
facial, only without the cucumbers across the eyes! She almost
giggled, but when her lips parted it just resulted in another load in
her mouth.

The seconds stretched out, the semen rain seeming like it would last
forever. Her tits were completely covered and she knew she was
dripping all over the floor. The fingers in her cunt were dexterous
and skilled, and she could feel the stirrings of a new orgasm. She had
no idea how many guys had come on her, but it just kept coming, no pun
intended. (Oh who are we kidding? All puns are intended.)

As her third orgasm on the night really began to build, she started
moaning. Inevitably she tasted more come. As if she didn't have enough
salt in her diet as it was. The pure naughtiness of her situation was
getting to her almost as much as the fingers between her legs were.
The combination of the two devastated her, bringing her across the
brink. The barrage was still ongoing, and she thought they were trying
to drown her. She quivered and tensed, her little body shivering. Her
breaths were coming in gasps. She stiffened and then it was washing
over her, little explosions going off, her heart racing like a freight
train, and her blood rushing through her body and making every vein
pound.

She screamed. It roared in her head. How load was it really?. She felt
her vocal cords vibrate. They felt raw, and she wondered how much
noise she had actually made during the whole event.

When she came to, the stream of come had lessened to occasional
spurts, as if those who had come early had returned to wring out a
second load while the opportunity was still there. She was acutely
aware of the wet streams, running down her face, her chest, her sides
and stomach, down the insides and outsides of her thighs and dripping
off onto the floor, on which she imagined there was quite a puddle
beneath her.

For a while, all was still. Still breathing heavily, she welcomed the
reprieve. She was exhausted, and sore in several key locations. Not in
a bad way, but certainly such that a rest didn't seem entirely out of
order.

Her wrists were unlinked from her ankles, which were thereafter
unhooked from the floor. Once again, strong arms lifted her up and
carried her back to the bathroom, where she was showered and cleaned.
It might have been the most showers she'd ever taken in a day.
Certainly the most she'd been made to take. She felt the semen slide
off her like thick oil where the warm stream of water was aimed. Her
hair was washed a second time, rinsed clean and then toweled dry by
firm hands. Just like a spa, she thought. She giggled at the thought,
wondering how inane she sounded to those around her.

When the rest of her was dry, the chain was reattached to her neck.
Soft tugs guided her, pulling her off the tiled floor and onto the
linoleum she had spent so much time on. But further they went, and she
felt the sudden breeze of a door nearby being opened, letting in the
soft wind and smells of the outside. She had expected to at least get
her little slave dress back, but the insistent tugs pulled her outside
without a stitch on, the shoes having disappeared a long time ago.

Her nipples crinkled as the outside air washed over her. She trod
carefully, remembering steps up on the way in. After having navigated
them, she felt smooth asphalt under the soles of her feet. Following
dutifully, she only broke stride when she stepped on a small stone.
She yelped, but carried on and made it to the dorm they had started
from (or so she assumed) without further mishap. Only once they got
there did it occur to Sarah that she had just walked outside butt
naked through a dorm area in what she thought might still be broad
daylight!

They entered, and she felt the industrial-strength, stain-resistant,
short-haired carpet under her feet. It was reassuring. She was led in
a long straight line; she assumed it was the corridor. A sharp right
might have been in to David's room. Of course she didn't know. Hands
spun her around and she was made to sit down on something that felt
like a bed.

Then there were fingers around her right ear. The earplug was being
worked loose, being twisted and turned until it slipped out of her ear
channel with a pop. A pop? There was sound! Sarah became acutely aware
of every sound; her breathing, other people breathing, the ticking a
clock, running water in a nearby bathroom. Outside, a clunky old car
pulled away, the engine sputtering.

Shannon's whisper was like a yell in her ear. "You can take the
contacts out now."

Finding that her wrists were no longer connected, Sarah quickly
brought her hands up to her face. Seconds later, her contacts were
out. The curtains were drawn and the light was out in the little dorm
room. However, what she before would have characterized as pitch
blackness was like the brightest summer day after the complete
blankness that she had experienced that day.

Her vision returning was as explosive an event, if not more, as the
return of her hearing. Suddenly, there was color; dark and shadowy,
but there was color. Her eyes felt prickly, much like a sleeping limb
coming back to life.

"We kept it dark so your eyes could readjust."

"Thanks." Sarah's voice was hoarse, as if she had been yelling. It was
startling to hear herself. Her voice seemed loud and intrusive in the
quiet, little dorm room.

Looking around carefully, as if she were afraid that her returned
vision should disappear again, just as quickly, she looked around the
room. Shannon's shadowy form appeared to be the only other person in
the room. She was standing in front of Sarah, looking at her with a
questioning expression.

Sarah turned toward the night stand. The bright, green glare of the
alarm clock was bordering on painful, but she gathered that it was
about six o'clock before turning away.

She flopped back on the bed, stretching out.

"Oh God, I think I'll sleep for a week!" She reveled in her freedom,
returned at last.

Shannon laid down next to her, on her side, and began to stroke
Sarah's blonde locks out of her eyes.

"So?"

"So?"

"So how was it? Did you enjoy yourself?" Her brows furrowed.

Thoughtfully, Sarah waited before giving her answer.

"I did." She smiled. "I think too much of that would drive me crazy,
but that was one of the sexiest things I've ever been part of. I'd
still be horny if I wasn't so sore."

Shannon's fingers trailed along her body, playing with her.

"I think I need to rest. Would you tell everyone thanks?"

"Sure, honey."

Shannon tucked in Sarah, and before leaving the room she bent over and
fully kissed her on the lips. When they finally parted, Sarah was
flushed again.

"Still want me to leave?"

A little consideration was required, but Sarah still nodded yes. Her
eyelids were already half shut.

"Maybe a little later."

"Yeah."

By the time Shannon was out the door, Sarah was already fast asleep.



A little later came around eleven that night, but it was sweet and
slow. Sarah and Shannon fell asleep in each other's arms and were both
snoring softly when David slipped under the covers next to them. None
of them woke up until almost noon, and they got dressed, ready and
broke their fast just in time for Sarah's parents to show up.

A lot of people were there to see her off. She was hugged by many
people, most of whom she had never seen before but suspected that they
might have seen her. Trying to figure out who had been there and who
hadn't was maddening, so she gave up.

Farewells suck, so she tried to take it light-heartedly. But she would
miss Shannon, and of course David and Rob. She teared up a bit despite
herself, but smiled as she walked toward the car behind her parents.

Shannon called to her, "you come back and visit again, honey!"

She turned and waved.

"I will! I most definitely will!"

And then they were gone, the minivan speeding off out of the parking
lot.
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