Message-ID: <19521eli$9902010427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: LCDRJMC@aol.com Subject: [lcdrjmc] NEW: Bountiful Plantation 2/6 (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 [2/6] (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 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. 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