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Part IV
Carolyn soon felt a further indignity to her person. Her panties had
somehow worked their way into the crevice of her behind (she knew that this was
going to happen after well-meaning Tamiko had pulled them up too high), leaving
her ass-cheeks completely uncovered underneath her slacks. Even worse, the
crotchband of her panties was now putting a very strong pressure on her vulva and
she was starting to feel very wet down there. Oh, damn! She had been so intent on
her secret pleasure that she must have worked her panties up. Now her secret
pleasure was worse than ever. She felt like such a slut.
More than anything else, she wanted to undo her slacks and fix her underwear
to a more comfortable and modest setting, but she couldn't! Not with all of those
women surrounding her! Besides, if they saw her fiddling with her underwear they
might even think she was being affected in some way by all of the unusual activity
going on here tonight.
She tried repeatedly to stop moving her hips, but something down there was
causing her to continue. Something she couldn't define, couldn't locate. With
Fawn and Samantha standing right next to her, she really couldn't do anything
without attracting their unwanted attention.
She was so nervous from the close, half-nude presence of Fawn and Samantha
that she found it impossible to stand still. She kept shifting her weight from
one leg to the other.
Because of Carolyn's constant movements, and some tugging by Tamiko, her
slacks had slowly worked their way down to the tops of her thighs. Carolyn knew
that something wasn't right with her slacks but couldn't understand what it was.
She looked down but her blouse covered everything.
The perplexed Carolyn wasn't sure what was happening around her waist, but
she dared not move her arms to find out. Every time she took her arms away from
her chest, hands would appear as if by magic on her breasts! At least once even
her bra had become undone and she had to refasten it. She felt that it was really
time for her to leave, at least to find the bathroom so she could mentally get
herself together, to regain control of her proud untouched body, but Samantha and
Fawn were keeping a close hold on her and she couldn't move.
She tried moving her legs, as she was shifting her weight from one to the
other in order to at least to try to relieve that strange pressure building in her
vagina caused by her bunched panties, when she noticed that the tops of her legs
seemed tied together somehow.
Carolyn's firm buttocks were fully exposed to Tamiko's lustful gaze, the
woman's panties still tightly drawn up into the narrow crevice. She watched
fascinated as the buttocks repeatedly tightened and relaxed as the nervous Carolyn
kept up her movements. Overcome with the sight, Tamiko pursed her lips for a
kiss, but instead blew a stream of cool air onto the delectable mounds. As she
heard Carolyn's gasp of surprise from above, she saw to her delight the instant
formation of goose-pimples across the tantalizing expanse of round firm flesh.
"Oh my God!" Carolyn accidentally blurted out. That cool breeze she just
felt across her behind could only mean that her slacks were slipping off! What a
time for this to happen!
"What's wrong, Carolyn?" Samantha asked with great tenderness.
"Uh... Oh, nothing," the distraught woman muttered. No one must have
noticed yet, or they would surely have said something. Perhaps they might have
even taken advantage of her predicament if they knew, using this to make fun of
her! That would be especially intolerable with this group. Children could be so
cruel, sometimes.
The snap must have broken or something, she was always having trouble with
it. The slacks were really a size too large for her to wear properly. If they
would just leave her alone for a moment she could discreetly bend down and quickly
pull them back up again.
But Fawn and Samantha stayed right with her, still whispering hidden
forbidden things to her, still intend on their role of examining her if only she
gave them a chance.
"What about your nipples, Carolyn? Are they sensitive, too? Are they
hard?" asked Fawn as the girls now began to trace the clearly protruding nipples.
Shocked by the sensation radiating from her touched nipples, Carolyn quickly
crossed her arms over her abused chest. When her covering hands felt her bra
instead of silk, she looked down and was shocked to discover that her blouse was
completely unbuttoned!
"So, they are sensitive, aren't they?"
Again, all Carolyn could do was nod her head, as her trembling fingers
fumbled with the opened buttons, trying to refasten them. How could this have
happened? She had almost been undressed by these two kids--total strangers in a
room full of semi-naked women! I must be losing my mind, she thought. And how
could this almost child-like woman Fawn know so much about her intimate, private
self? wondered the increasingly befuddled Carolyn. It was as if she were inside
my head, reading my thoughts!
"I'll bet they're very sensitive," cooed Fawn, as she deliberately licked
Carolyn's well-formed ear.
Carolyn was rocked to the very core of her being. No one had ever done that
to her. She dropped her hands and forgot about her now semi-opened blouse. She
forgot about the half-felt sensations she had been getting from her strangely
sensitive vagina. She even forgot about Tiffany and Maria. No one had ever been
that intimate with her. She could only stare dumfounded at the close smiling face
of Fawn, shocked senseless by the act and by her reaction to it.
After what Fawn had done to her, Carolyn couldn't help thinking about her
slacks. She could feel them slipping further and further down her legs with every
move she made. Soon they would be around her ankles and her humiliation would be
complete. She couldn't leave until they were back were they belonged.
She couldn't help it any longer, she just had to tell someone. She would
tell the more sympathetic Samantha.
"Samantha, I need your help. It's my...my slacks. The snap must have
broken because they're falling down."
"Oh, honey. You poor thing. Let me check."
"No!" Carolyn cried. "I can do it..."
But Carolyn was too late. To the woman's extreme discomfort, Samantha had
already knelt in front of her and was looking at the fastener of her slacks,
having pulled the slacks down to Carolyn's ankles in the process!
"Nooo!" the humiliated Carolyn moaned softly, so no one but Samantha and
Fawn could hear. "I can do it, really."
"Oh, no. It's no bother."
"Just let me pull..." Carolyn couldn't finish because she found herself
suddenly off balance. Samantha had reach behind the distressed woman and pushed
her left knee forward, making her off-balance. Carolyn was forced to raise her
left foot enough for Samantha to remove Carolyn's left shoe and the left leg of
her slacks. Carolyn quickly put her arms around Fawn's slender waist for
support. Fawn used Carolyn's distraction to reach behind the woman and press
Carolyn's body fully against hers. Samantha meanwhile pushed the back of the off-
balanced Carolyn's right leg, and was soon standing in front of the mortified
woman holding her slacks and shoes.
Carolyn looked in dismay at Samantha, not realizing she was still holding
herself tightly to the semi-nude Fawn.
"Yes, the snaps gone all right," lied Samantha smoothly. "Zipper looks a
little ripped too. But don't worry, there's a sewing machine here that can fix
anything."
"I...I really should look at them myself. They are very expensive."
"Don't worry. Tamiko is an excellent seamstress. That's what she does when
she's not in school."
"Well, if I could just take them myself into another room..."
"Carolyn!" Fawn said in a quiet yet commanding tone. "Let her take them.
Your place is here. Your here for Tiffany, remember."
"I can't just stand here undressed like this. I feel so exposed!" she said
despondently as she watched Samantha take her clothes down the hall towards the
bedroom. In her despair she pressed her body ever tighter to the secretly
exalting Fawn.
"Let me go with her. Please..."
Fawn started to kiss the distraught Carolyn on the neck.
"Why? Why is it so important to you to leave now?"
"Because you're all driving me crazy, that's why! What is going on here?
My head's swimming. I can't think anymore. I can't even breathe! And I keep
losing my clothes! What is happening here? I don't understand!"
"Easy, honey," Fawn murmured as she continued to nibble on Carolyn's sleek
aristocratic neck.
Tamiko slid her right small hand between the tops of the Greek girl's soft
inner thighs. She found that the crotchband of Carolyn's panties, still cruelly
embedded into her sensitive cuntal flesh, were completely soaked with vaginal
lubricants. Not satisfied, using her middle finger Tamiko tucked the material
directly into the steaming vagina, until all that remained was a thin band of
elastic running down the center of the stunned woman's crotch.
"I have to leave..." Carolyn moaned, helpless.
"You're safe here," Fawn said as her hands moved down Carolyn's back to her
flaring hips. She then began kneading each firm buttock through the over-hanging
blouse.
Tamiko began working the panties' waistband slowly down the trembling
woman's hips, stopping so that the band was just above Carolyn's lush pubic
growth.
"Why...are you doing that?" Carolyn gasped. "Please stop it."
"Doing what, baby?" Fawn innocently replied, her mouth pressed hotly
against the trembling Carolyn's neck.
"What you are doing to...to me. To my...to my body. It...it makes me want
to melt."
"Haven't you ever felt this way before?" Fawn whispered as she continued
working, dragging her lips moistly slowly over the hypersensitive neck, her hands
deliberately squeezing the firm buttocks through the shirt. Feeling a signal from
Tamiko, she moved her hands away from the delicious buttocks and had them firmly
move up and down Carolyn's back as Tamiko once more started Carolyn's panties on
their downward journey.
"No, not ever. Please, you must stop. I can't think when you do that..."
Carolyn lapsed into silence as she continued to be overwhelmed with sensations.
"Carolyn, you have to stay for Tiffany," whispered Fawn between kisses. "If
she sees you leave for any reason, it will spoil everything! It's very dark in
here. Besides, your blouse is long enough that it acts like a skirt.
Everything's covered, really! See?"
Fawn slid her right hand from Carolyn's back to a spot directly over the
front of Carolyn's blouse. To Carolyn's despair, Fawn slid her hand from the
bottom hemline up over the front of Carolyn's half-open blouse, pausing to press
her hand deliberately over her bulging pubic mound, her fingers directly on
Carolyn's abused pussy lips, covered now only by the blouse's the thin material.
"Oh!" Carolyn gasped as she felt Fawn's hand on her most intimate of places.
No had ever deliberately touched her there before. Carolyn almost collapsed when
she realized that Fawn's hand wasn't moving away. It remained there! OH MY GOD!
her mind screamed. She was being held by her pussy!
"See? What did I tell you? No one can see," the victorious Fawn murmured
sweetly, pressing her hand firmly against Carolyn's steaming crotch, her fingers
working the soft labia.
"But you're not supposed to..." The humiliated Carolyn couldn't tell Fawn
that she was holding her by her crotch!
Fawn's hand continued its deliberate manipulation of Carolyn's helpless
pussy. The confused Greek-American could only hold Fawn in desperation as what
was happening between her legs tried to take over her very being.
"Yes, yes! I believe you!" the woman finally gasped, desperate for the girl
to remove her hand. "You're right. Nothing shows!"
To Carolyn's infinite relief, Fawn's hand finally resumed its journey,
moving up between the two tightly pressed women. It went up over Carolyn's soft
stomach, past her full breasts until it rested on her left cheek. In Carolyn's
highly flustered state, she didn't even notice that Fawn had used the opportunity
to once again completely unbutton her blouse.
Carolyn felt close to the end. Fawn's hand had nearly overwhelmed her. She
must leave this place before it was too late for her, yet she couldn't go without
her clothes. Carolyn knew that, despite what Fawn was saying, her blouse wasn't
that long at all. It barely came to the tops of her thighs. She couldn't even sit
down now without everything showing! This was just great! She'll have to stand
until Tamiko (where was she, anyway?) returned with her slacks. And who knows
when that will be! She knew she was still in control of the situation, but she
wasn't sure for how long. Her body was rapidly going in fact out of control,
acting in ways she never knew possible.
Tamiko continued to remove the totally distracted Carolyn's panties. She
lowered the back of the waistband, gently pulling on the material out which had
been embedded between the crack in the woman's ass. Next, she lowered the front,
and carefully began removing all of the material from between Carolyn's now
swollen pussy lips.
Carolyn stood there, conscious of sweat pouring from her every pore. She
knew that what few clothes she had left were quite soaked. Her wet bra was
becoming terribly uncomfortable, her swollen breasts feeling very sore from the
constant manipulation from her two companions. Carolyn found she was having
trouble breathing, having been reduced to simply gasping for air, her chest
fighting the tight constriction of her bra strap.
Her panties felt very wet as well, but at least they didn't feel quite so
tight anymore. Even the bunched fabric was thankfully no longer pressing deep
into her.
Carolyn continued to cling to the girl in front of her. She no longer
really heard or cared what the continuously whispering girl was saying. Fawn had
established a direct line into Carolyn's brain and Carolyn couldn't do a thing
about it.
When she found her bra undone for the umpteenth time that night, Carolyn
didn't really care anymore. For the moment she was just grateful to be free of
its terrible constriction. She would fix it in a moment.
Now she felt someone's hands pushing her bra cups away from her breasts.
Her long suffering breasts were exposed at last into the hot air of the apartment.
Framed by the open blouse and now-useless bra, her stiffened over-heated breasts
seemed to seek the night air eagerly. The nipples, excruciatingly stiff and
sensitive, grew even longer in their new-found freedom.
In her relief at momentarily being free of her tight, constricting bra,
Carolyn forgot that her proud breasts were now defenseless.
Her one moment of comfort was abruptly shattered when the true assault on
her hyper-sensitive nipples began.
Samantha gently tormented Carolyn's left nipple. She grasped the erect
tissue between her pure white teeth. She then slowly bit down until Carolyn cried
out a little in pain. By moving her head, she twisted the nipple first left then
right, then tugged playfully on it until Carolyn's entire breast became taut, her
nipple feeling as if it were supporting the entire weight of her full breast. The
times that Samantha would momentarily release her bite, Carolyn's nipple would
seem to become even more erect, as if (to Carolyn's dismay) it enjoyed this
strange and unaccustomed attention.
The reason that Carolyn didn't protest this outrageous conduct against her
person was because of what Fawn was doing to Carolyn's right nipple.
While Samantha was carefully tormenting Carolyn's left nipple, Fawn was
gently loving the other. Fawn suckled on the erect nipple, when she wasn't
tweaking it gently between her slender fingers. She would periodically bathe the
hard nipple in her warm saliva, being careful to include to surrounding areola as
well. This nipple too responded in an astounding way to Fawn's careful
ministrations.
The sensations radiating from her vulnerable nipples shot through Carolyn's
entire over-stimulated body like lightning. Even Tamiko's half-sensed and
increasingly bold (yet still undetected) workings on her most private of places
were totally drowned out by this new raging torrent of sensations.
For once in her life, the always-in-control Carolyn didn't know what to do!
This dual assault on her breasts was driving her crazy! Not just that, but the
girls' hands now seemed to be everywhere on her, although they still seemed to be
especially fascinated by her poor breasts and nipples. Somehow she knew that they
had by now even gotten into her panties. She could feel how probably Samantha had
dipped her hands under the elastic waistband her panties and was now kneading her
buttock-flesh directly. Someone's hands were actually touching her increasingly
sensitive buttocks!
Even her most private of areas, her vulva and vagina, was not immune to
their reach. She was now sure that something was definitely happening there, but
what it was her bewildered mind had not a clue.
Oh, damn this stupid idea of hers! It was just to have that silly bitch
Tiffany become part of a group, but it was really spinning out of control. All
she could do was to cling to Fawn like a drowning person would cling to a raft, as
Fawn and Samantha continued to drive her mad.
Carolyn knew that her ordeal would end only when Tiffany's initiation was
complete. And the way Tiffany was reacting, this could go on all night!
Tiffany felt totally drained. Covered in sweat and vaginal fluid, she lay
sprawled in a warm glow of total satisfaction on the couch, not caring for the
moment of her surroundings. Her simple acts of juvenile masturbation were nothing
compared to the mind-blowing experience of this evening. Already, the first
twinges of guilt were entering her mind. She was only beginning to realize that,
like it or not, she had just given herself totally to a group of women! My God!
she thought. She had never even thought about doing it with one, let alone a
group! And what if it shows in the morning? What could she do then? How would
she ever face her parents after that?
Finally, the sound of a woman's groaning caused her to thankfully leave her
disquieting thoughts. She sat up and looked around the apartment. In her part of
the room, she was alone. However, she noticed in the semi-darkness that there was
a large crowd of naked women over in that part of the room where she had last seen
Carolyn Lord.
She rose from the couch and padded barefoot over to the group. Maria turned
her head and, smiling, indicated that Tiffany should come and stand with her.
Cautiously, Tiffany went to stand with her new friend, in fact (as she now
remembered the group's term) her new sister.
When she reached Maria, the woman silently indicated that Tiffany should
stand in front of her. As soon as she did so, she was finally able to see what
was going on and gasped with shock and delight at the sight.
Carolyn Lord stood almost naked, in the center of a semi-circle of nude
women, virtually surrounded by three girls. The non-involved watchers all seemed
to be either touching themselves or someone else as they stared fascinated at the
scene.
The girl directly facing Carolyn, to whom the dazed woman seemed to be
hanging on to desperately, moved to the side, thereby giving the group a better
view of the action. Carolyn was only wearing her blouse, which Tiffany saw was
completely unbuttoned. Through the open blouse she saw that Carolyn's bra was
undone and that two hands covered her breasts. Her panties had been lowered to
her thighs and there was another hand between her thighs coming from behind now
over her pubic area.
As the dumbfounded Tiffany watched Carolyn being worked on by the three
lesbians, Maria pressed her nude form directly onto the teenager's body standing
in front of her. Maria reached around the naked girl to grasp and contentedly
knead Tiffany's pert breasts as they both waited for the glorious finale.
Carolyn felt her knees go weak. She knew she must break free of this
torment or she would soon collapse to the floor. She must leave. She must!
Tamiko gazed in rapture at the firm naked buttocks quivering before her
eyes, the now useless panties half-way down Carolyn's thighs, and decided that it
wasn't such a bad job at that. Even if it did represent only a single evening's
work, this proud Greek-American bitch was a fitting trophy to her skills. She who
never even knew who or what had hit her!
Tamiko decided suddenly that it was Carolyn's time.
While her left hand pushed three slim fingers deep into Carolyn's grasping vagina,
her right hand reached underneath and, for the first time, paid loving tribute to
Carolyn's clitoris.
"AAAaaahhhhh!" Carolyn's cunt consumed her totally! Her legs buckled and
she almost fell. She was completely unable to do anything now except ride out the
searing waves of raw sensation that was flooding her very being, as her vagina
clamped strongly at the invading fingers.
Sensations were flooding the inexperienced Carolyn. She felt that if she
couldn't sit down soon she would faint on the spot. Drawing on a surprising
reserve of strength, she gasped "NO!" and broke free of the deadly grasp of
Samantha and Fawn. Holding her unbuttoned blouse closed she staggered stiff-
legged over to a nearby chair. As she moved off, the startled Tamiko withdrew her
hand from Carolyn's vagina. She just had enough time to give Carolyn's lowered
panties a quick pull and they fell unheeded down the moving Carolyn's legs.
Tamiko looked at the useless panties lying on the floor with a quiet
satisfaction. Finally! she thought. This woman is mine! Later she would
carefully clean them and add them to her collection. For now, however, there was
the final movement to be played in tonight's concert.
Her very being sundered by unbelievable sensations, desperate for a respite
from the constant stimulation her body had been receiving the entire evening,
Carolyn stood trembling behind the chair, clutching the chair back desperately
with both hands. The top of her head was spinning so badly it was all she could
do to remain standing. She felt as if her soul was close to literally exploding,
and there was nothing she could do to control it. She desperately needed time
regain control of herself. Her over-stimulated body was screaming for release of
the sexual tension which had been deliberately built within her from the moment
she entered the apartment.
If only they would leave her alone! Carolyn had never really liked her body
and went to great lengths to keep it under her absolute control. But tonight was
somehow different. Her body was anything but in her control. She could only
feverishly hope that no one would touch her any more, because if they did-- she
knew she was lost!
Tamiko walked up behind the unsuspecting woman. Here comes the pay-off, you
stuck-up American bitch, she thought gleefully.
"Carolyn, honey", purred the Japanese exchange student. "You look tired.
Why don't you sit in the chair and rest a while?"
She reached around Carolyn and pulled both sides of her open blouse back off
of her shoulders.
"Wha.?" asked the shaken Carolyn.
"Sit down, honey," Tamiko said as she pulled the blouse still further off of
the trembling woman.
Carolyn dimly realized that her new friend Tamiko was talking to her,
telling her to sit down. She numbly nodded, and walked carefully around the
chair, headless of her blouse now lying on the floor behind her.
Carolyn sank gratefully onto the chair, only to gasp in surprise as the cool
satin fabric came into direct contact with the bare super-heated flesh of her
unbelievably sensitive vulva. Oh my God, she thought wearily. Now my panties are
gone. She then felt the chair's fabric on flesh of her back. My blouse is gone,
too. What on earth was happening to me? she wondered.
Seated on the chair, covered in sweat and in just her unfastened bra,
Carolyn knew that she must look a sight. What happened to my clothes, her stunned
mind wondered. I know I was fully dressed when I came here. What happened?
Tamiko must help me find my clothes and then I can get dressed, she thought. Just
as the room stops spinning and her electrified body calms down.
Yet, in spite of everything, Carolyn still knew she was safe. Tamiko had
unexpectedly shown up once again to take care of her.
As her overcharged mind reeled with the fact of her nakedness, Tamiko and
her cohorts moved in on the stunned Carolyn for the kill.
The Oriental stood triumphant in front of the dazed woman. The nude Tamiko
gazed deeply into the beautiful yet vacant eyes of the woman seated before her.
She coolly pushed Carolyn's opened bra straps off her smooth shoulders and down
her unresisting arms.
Carolyn Lord was now totally naked. Even her sensible jewelry had been
carefully removed by the girls during the course of the evening.
Tamiko seated herself on her haunches directly in front of Carolyn's primly
closed knees.
Carolyn sat spellbound and could do nothing as Tamiko easily opened
Carolyn's knees and spread her thighs far apart.
"I'm a good girl," Carolyn instinctively whispered.
Tamiko sat back to savor one final look, before sending this proud American
bitch down a path from which she could never recover, or would want too.
Carolyn, naked and covered in sweat, sat with her back erect, her carriage
still one of royalty before commoners. Her shoulders back, her perfect breasts
thrust proudly into the darkness of the apartment, the nipples looking painfully
distended.
Recognizing a familiar sour-sweet odor, Tamiko moved her right hand
carefully between Carolyn's widespread thighs and confirmed that a growing puddle
of vaginal fluids was forming on the seat cover.
Carolyn sensed that something important was going to happen, but had no idea
what it was to be. She was vaguely conscious of someone seated directly in front
of her, but that was all. She simply sat, gasping for air as she tried
desperately to get her breath back under control and hope that-in ways she was
beyond understanding-that her body did not betray her. For the moment, it was all
she was capable of doing.
Tamiko slid both of her hands around Carolyn's narrow waist and placed them
on the tops of her bare buttocks. With one swift pull, Carolyn, her bottom
thoroughly lubricated by her body's fluids, slid easily across the chair's seat
toward the waiting Tamiko.
"OH!" gasped the shattered Carolyn. What was going on now? she wondered.
Tamiko positioned her so that she was seated on the very edge of the chair,
her vulnerable pussy now directly in front of Tamiko's eager face.
"I'm a good girl," Carolyn repeated. It was her last defense.
"I know, honey," replied Tamiko, not unkindly. "That's why I like you so
much."
Tamiko then fastened her mouth on Carolyn's delicious cunt and Carolyn went
mad!
Now past the point of conscious thought, Carolyn only knew that her crotch
had been plugged into an electric outlet and it was driving her insane!
Her body jumped and shook, her hips bucking wildly, but Tamiko never
loosened her grip on the prize she had sought all evening. Her tongue went deep
into the hot, tight passage, her teeth nibbled on the swollen vulva of her
struggling victim.
Carolyn's gyrations finally caused her to fall from the chair onto the thick
carpet below. On the floor she found herself too winded to move.
Taking advantage of this, Tamiko redoubled her efforts, concentrating on the
woman's erect clitoris. Carolyn could only lie there and moan, her mind finally
carried away to other lands.
The other girls, seeing the change in Carolyn's behavior, joint Tamiko on
the floor. Soon there was not a part of Carolyn's body which did not have a
sucking mouth, bathing tongue, or caressing hand upon it. Fueled by pure sexual
energy, Carolyn's back began to arch, until only her hands and feet were still
touching the carpet. Her sensuous body, so long denighed any kind of sexual
release, had taken over. Carolyn was awash in the unfamiliar domain of sexual
pleasure, and her body was loving it.
Her precious well ordered world, was gone. Her once well-disciplined body
now existed only for what was happening in her vagina. Her proud breasts, bouncing
quite freely on her chest, were constantly being caressed and even sucked with
impunity. Her normally immaculate appearance had been reduced to sweat-soaked
nudity. She could think of nothing. Not her humiliating exposure at the hands of
these formidable girls, not Tiffany, not even escape. Nothing.
All her body wanted was for the unholy fires which were consuming her loins
to be put out, regardless of how it was to be done.
In the end her body won and the unthinking Carolyn grabbed Tamiko's head,
trying to force it deeper into her hungry cunt. She moved her bucking hips
forward to enhance the contact as much as possible. Tamiko joyfully rode the
whirlwind as she reveled in her victory over this proud woman, to the applause and
cheers of the other girls in the group.
"Yes, YES!" the crazed Carolyn screamed, all ability at rational thought
long lost to the searing emotions coming from her cunt.
Tamiko could sense everyone's impatience to get the magnificent Carolyn
started on her journey, but that was the trouble with life over here. No one
wanted to take the proper time for anything. Holding firmly to the bucking
Carolyn's hips, she decided that perhaps they were right after all.
Well, when in Rome! Tamiko sighed to herself. Her almond-shaped eyes
glittered as the Japanese girl led Carolyn over the edge with a final strategic
flip of the tongue.
"AAAaahhhhhh!" screamed Carolyn as her first orgasm hit her like an express
train! Her back arched even higher off of the floor than before, her vibrating
body suddenly shaking off all of her tormentors, except the tenacious Tamiko.
Carolyn's vaginal walls clenched so tightly that her freely flowing lubricating
fluids sprayed like a fountain into Tamiko's face, who took a brief moment to
hungrily lap up the honey-flavored liquid. Still bowed over the floor, Tamiko
quickly brought the quaking Carolyn to her second orgasm before she had even
finished recovering from her first.
The girls could only watch in awe as Carolyn was brought by the skilled
Tamiko to climax again and again, her glorious body shaking and quivering in
uncontrolled ecstasy.
It was after her fifth orgasm, finally overwhelmed by her own emotions, when
the impeccable Miss Carolyn Lord collapsed spread-eagle and unconscious on the
carpet. She lay there, naked, saliva drooling from her open mouth, her hair
matted in disarray to her head, her magnificent body glistening in the candlelight
from its covering of various bodily fluids, in an apartment filled with applauding
and laughing nude women.
As was the group's custom, the girls then took turns between Carolyn's wide-
spread thighs, licking up the flowing vaginal fluids coming from her still
pulsating cunt, before heading down to the pool for a relaxing swim. Secure in
the knowledge that she wouldn't be going anywhere by herself for quite some time,
they left Carolyn alone in the apartment, sprawled naked on the living room floor.
Before they left, they took some very good photographs of her for the
group's scrapbook.