Message-ID: <19517eli$9902010427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LCDRJMC@aol.com Subject: [lcdrjmc] NEW: Bountiful Plantation 3/6 (F+/F) Reluc by lcdrjmc@aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: [lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW: Bountiful Plantation [3/6] (F+/F) Reluc by lcdrjmc@aol.com Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're not--then go away. It is not intended for sale, but if you'd like to pass it around, feel free. Just keep the text and header as is and all will be well. Enjoy! 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. 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