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Part III
When Carolyn returned to the living room, she felt greatly refreshed,
although still a little dazed from the things that had happened to her already
this evening. It's amazing what some cold water, an empty bladder, and a few Mai
Tais will do for a person, she thought. Strange though, even after being fully
dressed again, she found that her vagina still felt squishy to her. She could
only hope that she would not embarrass herself before she could thankfully leave
for her own apartment.
In the time that she had been gone, some changes had taken place.
The lights were all off, except for some candles and smoking sticks of
incense placed in a circle around one of the couches. On the backless couch was
Tiffany, lying full-length on her back, with Tamiko standing alongside her.
Tiffany's bikini bottoms had joined her top on the floor, leaving the golden
teenager completely naked. Tamiko looked like she was massaging the teenager's
curved thighs. Carolyn remembered Tamiko saying that a lot of what was going to
happen here tonight was based on various Japanese customs, some of which could be
traced to the national Japanese religion of Shinto. Tamiko had told her that
nudity sometimes played a great part in these rituals, and here it was already.
Carolyn Lord loved religious ceremonies and she was suitably impressed as
she watched Tamiko, still in her robe, move her small hands up and down Tiffany's
closed thighs. Whatever Tamiko was doing, Carolyn saw that Tiffany was really
enjoying it, which wasn't really a suitable response to a formal ceremony like
this, thought Carolyn. Hopefully the girl will eventually get caught up in the
religious fervor of the thing.
Tamiko repositioned Tiffany's legs, so that the teenager's naked vagina was
now plainly exposed. The bullet-shaped nipples on Tiffany's exposed breasts stood
taut. In the candle light, Tiffany's suntanned flesh fairly gleamed in the
darkness. She could see the fixed gazes of the other girls watching Tiffany, and
knew that they too had been affected by the ceremony. Carolyn could feel herself
becoming fascinated by what her new friend Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany
and she unconsciously moved closer to the inner circle for a better view.
Her own repressed and highly controlled life had never prepared her for what
was now taking place in front of her. She shuddered in sympathy as she watched
Tamiko lean over Tiffany's waist. She wasn't sure why the Japanese girl was so
interested in Tiffany's pubic area, but whatever it was it definitely had Tiffany
squirming like crazy. Carolyn remembered her own annual physicals and got chills
just thinking about it.
Tamiko them abruptly stood up.
"She is ready," she intoned to the room, as she stepped out of the circle
and disappeared into the darkness.
Maria, Tiffany's friend from work and now quite naked, then replaced the
departing Tamiko. She sat on the couch right between Tiffany's parted legs. Two
other girls, a nude Amber and Kathy, positioned themselves kneeling on either side
of the golden
Tiffany's shoulders.
It was obvious to Carolyn that the true ceremony was about to begin!
She watched as Maria bent between Tiffany's upper thighs and placed her face
directly over Tiffany's exposed pubic area. The girls on either side of Tiffany
knelt beside her. Each placed her mouth on one of the teenager's pert breasts
and began to nibble and suck on the highly erect nipples. Carolyn wasn't sure but
she thought she saw through the darkness Tiffany's eyes cross in response to this
part of the ceremony regarding her firm young body.
Carolyn could not tear her eyes from the scene before her. What was going
on here? she wondered. This was just supposed to some sort of religious
initiation for Tiffany. She had heard stories from her cousins who had gone to
college about some of the terrible things they had to do for acceptance into their
sororities. Complete physicals, that sort of thing, and given not by doctors
either, but by the sorority members themselves. It must be the same here, she
thought. Now she had to watch this in person. Oh my God! Well, this was what
Tiffany wanted, and now there she was, laying on her back completely naked and
being examined by a...a another woman! A naked woman at that! Two other women
were now washing her off with their tongues, for God's sake! And why are they
concentrating on her breasts like that? How dirty could they get? Her own
breasts tingled in response to the sight, her nipples becoming very erect in their
confining bra cups as she guiltily remembered her own weird experience with
Tamiko. Her heart beat was increasing and the room felt increasingly stuffy.
Carolyn crossed her arms over her chest to try and quiet her breasts down.
My God! She was reacting to a physical exam being given to another person!
What was wrong with me? she wondered.
She stole another look in the darkness and could see the faces of the other
girls reflected in the dim candle light. They still looked fascinated at the
sight. She could tell! Well, they must really take their physical fitness
seriously here.
Actually, the other women in the room were really watching something else.
It was what they had in fact been secretly watching all evening. It was the cool,
beautiful Carolyn! They remembered how she had reacted to the bathing suits, the
Mai Tais, and finally Tamiko's sex talk. They remembered how quickly Carolyn's
body responded to Tamiko's actions in the guest restroom. They observed her very
carefully now. They saw Carolyn's flushed face. They noted how she kept staring
at Tiffany's exposed pussy. They observed with pleasure the rapid rise and fall
of Carolyn's full chest, underneath the well-tailored suit jacket. The normally
very cool and collected Carolyn was not looking so very cool and collected at all!
There was a chance at Carolyn after all, and their eyes met with knowing looks.
It was why they agreed to do this in the first place. Girls like Tiffany were
true gold to this group of lesbians, but a Carolyn only came along once or twice
in a lifetime. In fact, they let Tiffany join the group and come this night if
only she could bring the unaware Carolyn with her. It was her price of admission.
And so, here she was. A chance at the prime cherry, the ultimate conquest.
The group couldn't believe their luck!
Three lesbians moved to unobtrusively surround the unsuspecting 30-year old
woman. Tamiko, nude and unobserved, was standing directly behind her, with
Samantha to the left and Fawn to the right of her, still wearing their brief
bikinis.
Carolyn was so mesmerized by Tiffany's medical inspection that she first
noticed Samantha and Fawn only when Fawn put an arm around her waist. Carolyn
jerked at the innocent contact but was too intent on what was happening to Tiffany
to say anything. She did not like it when anyone got too physical with her.
"Do you find it exciting, Carolyn?" Fawn whispered. The presence of the two
semi-nude girls (they were now both topless) in such close proximity to her was
making her very uneasy.
"It's just a physical for a ceremony," Carolyn replied primly.
Carolyn jumped as each girl took hold of one of her arms. They gently but
firmly pulled them down from Carolyn's chest and placed them around each girl's
naked waist.
"What...are you doing? the surprised woman asked, her hands now full of
surprisingly warm, firm flesh.
"We just want a close look at your suit. It looks lovely. Nice material,
and it fits so well."
The girls ran their hands over the increasingly nervous Carolyn's sides and
back, tugging the jacket this way and that, as if they were tailors testing the
fit. She became specially nervous when they started checking the buttons on the
front of her double-breasted jacket.
Carolyn could feel her face becoming flush as the girl's hands lingered at
the buttons which were directly over her breasts.
"Are you hot? It's awfully warm in here. Are you hot, Carolyn?" Fawn
whispered in the woman's ear as Samantha deliberately unbuttoned the top button of
Carolyn's jacket.
"What?" the flustered woman whispered back, not sure that she had heard
correctly.
"I said, are you hot...?"
Carolyn, distracted because Samantha's arm was inadvertently resting on her
left breast, looked at Fawn but said nothing as Samantha opened the remaining
buttons and pulled the jacket front apart. Carolyn became even more flushed.
"There, that better, isn't it?" cooed the seductive Fawn.
"Y...yes," gasped Carolyn, her mouth suddenly very dry.
"Can you see everything? Can you see how beautiful Tiffany is when she is
naked? You like Tiffany when she is naked, don't you, Carolyn?"
This time Carolyn nodded her head in a sudden jerk. Astonished at herself,
she realized that she did like to see Tiffany like that. What was wrong with her
tonight? She had never felt that way before about anyone.
"Do you see her pussy being licked?" Fawn whispered seductively, brushing
Carolyn's hair behind her ear, to give her more direct access. She was leaning
even closer to Carolyn's ear than before, deliberately pressing her own lush body
up against Carolyn's.
"Oh, my!" Carolyn was stunned. What kind of examination was this, anyway?
"Why is she doing that?" she whispered, still shocked.
"Good test of the reflexes and general state of the central nervous system,"
murmured Fawn. "Haven't you ever been checked there?"
Deeply embarrassed, the transfixed woman could at first only shake her
head.
"Never like that," she finally was able to whisper huskily.
Fawn released her hold from around Carolyn's waist while Samantha pulled
Carolyn's jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. At the same time, Tamiko
reached around from behind, undid the woman's thin belt, and pulled it free of her
well-tailored slacks.
Fawn and Samantha noted with glee that, even in the candle-lit darkness,
Carolyn's erect nipples were clearly visible through the woman's thin blouse and
bra.
Samantha left to place the carefully folded jacket and belt on a chair in
Tamiko's bedroom, and then returned to Carolyn's side. Now both Samantha and Fawn
had their arms around the woman's narrow waist. Their hands gradually started
moving on Carolyn's torso, especially feeling around the area where Carolyn's
blouse was neatly tucked into the waistband of her slacks.
"Stop that," Carolyn said in a distracted way.
"Stop what?"
"You know. Don't be childish."
"Carolyn, really! I don't know what you are talking about?" Fawn said
softly in wide-eyed innocence as she and Samantha continued to play on Carolyn's
trim torso.
Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck Carolyn, Tamiko was
kneeling behind the flustered Greek girl. Tamiko could only marvel at the evident
quality of the woman now standing before her. Even from behind in the candle-lit
darkness, her beauty was obvious, and so was her pride. She would be a worthy
adversary for her.
Tamiko had spent the evening learning all she could about Miss Lord, and she
had found out a great deal of information, much more than even Carolyn realized.
The priceless opportunity of dildoing the helpless Carolyn Lord from behind, even
before the main event had even started, was something that Tamiko will be thanking
the gods for in years to come. Now Tamiko knew exactly what Carolyn was wearing
under her suit, especially the aphrodisiac she had the opportunity to place in the
crotchband of the woman's panties. She knew that, after some bad Greek-male
fumbling as a teenager, and some later groping attempts of her at work, Carolyn
Lord had given up any idea of social interaction, including serious dating. Over
time, she had become so protective of her womanhood that no one could get close
enough to make even a worthwhile attempt. She was 30 years old and (until very
recently!) had never really had a sexual experience, simply because she had never
been with anyone who knew how to reach her as a woman. Until now.
The Japanese composed herself, as any warrior would before a major battle.
She knew it was ridiculous, but at times like this she always though of herself as
Tamiko, Lesbian Samurai! As was her mother before her! Banzi! she thought. It's
pay-back time.
Tamiko reverently reached out to the perfect figure before her. Slowly and
with great skill, while using just the tips of her fingers, Tamiko began a
feather-light tracing of Carolyn's hips and thighs, which were just barely
delineated under the expensive thin material of her slacks. She began on the
woman's right flank. Tamiko's right hand walked around Carolyn's thigh to her
right buttock. She made a figure-8 pattern as she ever so lightly moved her
fingers over the firm half-moon before her. Tamiko then lifted her hand and
repeated the process on the left buttock. Getting no response from the now
totally distracted Carolyn, Tamiko now used both hands, touching and moving,
touching and moving, all across the unaware woman's thighs and buttocks.
Carolyn didn't know what Fawn or Samantha wanted with her, but she certainly
didn't like the way they were acting so familiar with her body.
"I don't like to be touched," Carolyn told Fawn. "It's not right."
"But we're not touching you, are we, Samantha?" Fawn murmured as she began
to dip a finger in and out of the waist of Carolyn's slacks.
"No, of course we aren't," Samantha whispered as she nonchalantly rubbed the
area of Carolyn's stomach. "It's Tiffany who is being touched. Watch her being
touched, Carolyn."
"I said to stop what you're doing. I'm not like that."
"Not like what?"
"I'm not like other people. I don't like being touched."
"By men or by women?" Fawn innocently asked.
"I don't like being touched by anyone. But especially by men of course!"
Carolyn gasped with feeling. Too much happening too fast was wearing Carolyn's
nerves to a frazzle. She normally would never talk of such private things, but
tonight it just came spilling out.
"Men are always trying to touch me. I don't like it."
"Where are they trying to touch you?"
"In the office, at meetings, in a store. Anywhere and everywhere! I hate
it."
"No, I mean where on you are they trying to touch?"
"You mean on my...my body?" Carolyn dropped her head in embarrassment.
"Everywhere," she whispered with feeling.
"You mean like here..." Fawn's right hand closed over the tip of Carolyn's
full right breast hidden under her blouse and bra.
Carolyn nodded frantically. Oh my God! she thought. She's touching my
breast.
"...and here..." Fawn's left hand slipped down and cupped the woman's firm
right buttock.
Again, Carolyn could only nod frantically, hoping only that Fawn would
quickly remove her hands from her private places.
"When are they trying to touch you?" Fawn asked sympathetically as she began
to rhythmically squeeze Carolyn's breast and buttock.
Carolyn's mind went blank. She couldn't concentrate on anything except on
what Fawn's hands were doing to her. The room started spinning and she couldn't
get her breath. A woman was holding her and she didn't know what to do!
"When? I would really like to know."
"What's wrong, Carolyn?"
"I...I can't think when you do that."
"Do what?"
Carolyn knew that her only salvation from Fawn hands was to answer her
impossible questions. If only she would keep her hands still for a moment and let
her get her breath back, but Fawn's hands kept moving, now in a circular motion
over her breast and buttocks.
"Touch me. When you touch me like that it is very distracting and I don't
like it. Please stop!"
Fawn gave Carolyn's superb ass and chest a final firm squeeze for emphasis,
and reluctantly pulled her hands away.
"It doesn't mean anything. We aren't men, Carolyn. We're just girls. Here
you are perfectly safe. You known when girls touch girls it's just in
friendship."
"Yes," responded Carolyn wearily, "I understand that. I just do not like
being touched by anyone, anywhere."
Fawn already had her arm around Carolyn's waist.
"But we're girls, Carolyn. Doesn't that make a difference?"
"I'm not a...a less.. I like men."
"Not a lesbian? Well, who around here is? "But you said they were always
trying to take advantage by touching you."
"That's right. Anytime, day or night. It doesn't matter with them. They
are always trying to touch my body."
We are doing this just for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter, should
it? You should not feel a thing. Remember, this is for Tiffany's benefit."
"What?" asked the increasingly confused young woman.
Fawn thought for a moment, then realized that this was the opportunity for
which she had been waiting.
"Look, Carolyn. Samantha and I would much rather be helping with Tiffany's
ceremony, but we must stay with you and make sure that you are checked out
thoroughly. Tiffany has to be able to see everyone taking part in the ceremony,
everyone being examined, even if it is just a little. Otherwise it will ruin
everything," stated Fawn quietly yet firmly.
"Is this true?" Carolyn asked Samantha.
"Oh, yes. Absolutely," breathed the beautiful Samantha, her hand now inside
the front of Carolyn's silk blouse, rubbing the warm soft flesh of her abdomen.
"Tiffany's the star tonight, and we have to do everything we can to make it work
for her. We don't want to touch you at all. It's just that we have to. And we
have to make it seem convincing to Tiffany for this to work at all."
"Oh," said the doubtful Carolyn. She couldn't think clearly anymore. Too
much was happening to her too fast and she had no clue as to what to do about it.
She wondered if she was really in over her head and should just leave and phone
her apologies in later.
Then, her old self-assurance took over. After going through this far, just
to back out now? No, she gave her word and would just have to go through with it.
More for Tamiko's sake (were was she, anyway?) than for Tiffany's sake, she would
have to make the supreme sacrifice and let someone touch her for once, and then
just for a brief moment in time. But, she was in a room full of women, children
really. What was she getting so upset about?
Fawn was right. It doesn't really matter. They could never get to her,
never reach her. Not like the few men she had known who always tried to do her.
Thankfully, that was impossible here. It was silly of her even to worry about it.
In a room full of women, she was always safe.
"OK. I'll participate, but just a little. You may...examine me." and there
let the matter rest. Immediately after agreeing to it, she regretted doing so.
She agreed because she had been drinking too much, feeling too much, watching too
much. Emotions which she never suspected having had picked tonight of all nights
to storm her sensibilities. She was angry with herself for even being in this
apartment in the first place. She didn't know these women, and she didn't really
want to. They were after all Tiffany's friends. She didn't like it, them
touching her so freely. She didn't like it at all, even if it wasn't sexual! But
if she let them do what they wanted, even for just a little bit of time, perhaps
they'll just get board and eventually leave her alone and go bother Tiffany or
someone. They are practically children after all. Or, even better, the
initiation will finally end and she can safely leave.
Having made her decision, all she could do now was just wait it out.
Besides, if these kids got out of control she would just have to put them in their
place, just like she's had to do with people who tried to take advantage of her
all her life. The decision made, she returned to the surprisingly fascinating
sight of Tiffany's naked body being thoroughly inspected by other women.
Especially, she wondered what could possibly be taking Maria so long in inspecting
Tiffany's crotch, and what was she doing that was causing the teenager to moan so
much?
"Listen to her, Carolyn," whispered Fawn. " What does it mean? That's she's
hot, is that what it means? It is so terribly warm in here. Are you hot, too,
Carolyn? Yes you are, aren't you?"
Carolyn could only nod her head. She was feeling terribly warn in her
tight, constricting clothing. She could feel the sweat forming on her face and
below her arms. She reached up to unbutton the high neck of her blouse, but
stopped. It wouldn't be proper to do that here. When she got back to the safety
of her own apartment, then she could relax.
What Carolyn didn't know was that when she turned down Tamiko's bathing suit
offer, the Japanese girl had reset the apartment's thermostat from 70 to 80
degrees.
"Here, let me," Fawn murmured as she reached over and pulled off Carolyn's
scarf. As the scarf fell to the floor, Fawn said, "Now look up and I'll get that
top button for you."
Carolyn obediently obeyed the younger girl's command and looked at the
ceiling, because it was becoming so very warm in the apartment she almost couldn't
stand it. Fawn however unbuttoned not just the first, but the top four buttons on
the surprised Carolyn's blouse. Fawn and Samantha now had an unrestricted view of
the tops of Carolyn's breasts as they entered her modest-cut bra. Fawn reached
around and unfastened the unresisting Carolyn's sleeve cuffs for good measure.
Her blouse was now open to her breasts, but Carolyn still found she could
not tear her eyes from Tiffany's continuing examination. Fawn's soft continuous
voice in her ear, speaking her innermost thoughts, was causing a storm of
unexplained emotion to whirl through her normally well-ordered mind. She found
herself powerless to resist it, even when it asked her the most intimate of
questions. If only the girl would stop taking and give her a chance to think.
But she kept talking softly on and on, saying the most vile and disgusting things
to her. She knew she should leave, but she was somehow transfixed by the sight of
Tiffany's initiation. She knew she just couldn't leave until it was over.
Carolyn suddenly realized that her jacket was gone. She had no memory of
taking it off. But, as the whispering in her ear suggested, it was increasingly
warm in here and it did feel so much cooler without it.
Carolyn soon felt that the hands on her body, at first hesitant, were
becoming much bolder. Her protests did no good, for the hands would just return
whenever she moved them away.
The hands seemed determined to explore every inch of her untouched body
above the waist. Especially her breasts! Thankfully, they were leaving her
slacks alone.
No place was too intimate for their interest. Worse, they seemed to be
looking for a way in, a way to reach her body under her protective clothing! To
reach her inner-most self! Oh my, she thought worriedly. Perhaps they wanted to
really examine her, too!
Even insects seemed intent on exploring her body, her fevered mind thought.
There was something moving around her hips and legs that was surprisingly
persistent. As soon as one would land, walk around and then take off, it or
another would land somewhere else. She knew this place wasn't near as clean as
her own spotless apartment so when she felt them on her hips and legs it did not
surprise her. Sometimes she could feel more than one, all moving very lightly yet
boldly as bugs will across her behind or up and down her legs. Worse, they were
making her feel very tingly where ever they landed. She would try to brush them
away, but they eventually always came back. Just like those summers she spent in
Greece during school breaks. Damned flies were everywhere! Carolyn finally quit
worrying about them, there was after all so much else going on, and left them
alone. If only they didn't affect me so much, she thought, feeling the strange
tingles radiating from her lower abdomen as the insects seemed to take delight in
walking over lower hips and upper thighs.
The problem was that between watching what was happening to Tiffany, and the
childish antics of Fawn and Samantha, she could think of very little else. Her
body was still tingling where Fawn had held her earlier. She could clearly feel
the burning imprint of the girl's hands, as if they were still there, holding
tightly to her privates.
During this time the girls around her had not been idle. Regularly, a hand
would dip into the tight waistband of her slacks and pull out some of her tucked-
in blouse. Carolyn would then absently tuck it back in again, but there were soon
so many other distractions going on for her to worry about such childish things.
Soon her blouse was completely outside of her slacks.
What she didn't realize was that one of the hands reaching into her slacks
had unfastened the metal clasp to her waistband, then the front button. Finally,
another hand had carefully loosened the zipper. Each tug on her waistband from
then on lowered the zipper more and more, allowing the slim hands of her
assailants to penetrate ever deeper into her tailored slacks. In time the front
of her slacks became completely open, yet unnoticed by the distracted Carolyn
because it was covered by her loose blouse. Soon the only things holding up
Carolyn's slacks was a little friction. With every move she made, the now
loosened slacks became just a little bit lower.
With the blouse now out, Tamiko felt free to finally start working on
Carolyn's cunt. Keeping her left hand moving on the woman's buttocks, Tamiko
walked her right hand around the inside of Carolyn's left thigh and soon had her
fingers dancing over the front of Carolyn's slacks. Keeping below the opened
zipper, Tamiko focused her attentions on the seam that ran down from the zipper to
the back of the slacks. Pressing lightly, Tamiko could feel the indent of
Carolyn's most secret place, her labia. Pressing the delicate flesh in a subtle
rhythm with her right finger tips, the girl was eventually rewarded with tiny
answering jerks from Carolyn's hips, trying reflexively to meet more fully this
new pleasing sensation. Tamiko brought her left hand around and traced the
prominent bulge of soft pubic hair through the material of Carolyn's slacks and
panties. She then placed it alongside her right and it too joined in the subtle
seduction of Carolyn's cunt.
Totally oblivious to all that was going on around her, Carolyn could only
stare at the continuing increasing frenzied activity of the golden-haired Tiffany.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Tiffany would react to another
woman in this way.
Carolyn was starting to feel a strange sensation in her crotch. It was like
when she would be in a hurry as a teenager and forget to wear anything below her
slacks or shorts. She would get a strange itch between her legs she couldn't dare
scratch! By the end of the day she would be quite wet, and almost out of control
just from all the rubbing. That's why she always made sure to be properly dressed
at all times.
And now, on top of everything else, she had this itch to contend with. She
was getting such a feeling in her crotch and she couldn't understand it. She was
wearing her panties, and her slacks were not tight at all, and yet that same
somewhat delicious feeling was starting to build in her vagina.
Oh, no! she thought. Of all the times for it to happen! She could even
feel her hips making tiny movements to deal with the sensation. However unlikely,
she wondered if it might have something to do with the embarrassing antics of Fawn
or Samantha, But, she was painfully aware that their hands were on her blouse.
They were not touching her anywhere below her waist (they wouldn't dare!). She
saw in the dim light that there was no one else around them. She thankfully
didn't see any small animals when she first entered the apartment, either (once in
Europe a dog had stuck his nose up her miniskirt and she almost fainted!).
She didn't think anyone would notice her moving her hips such a minute
amount, and she had to do something to relieve the building sensation. But,
Carolyn was well aware that eventually she would have to go to the bathroom and
find the cause and correct it, regardless of how good it was making her feel. She
was well aware that her secret pleasure was an itch that scratching only made
worse.
With each tiny jerk of her hips, Tamiko felt Carolyn's slacks descend just a
tiny bit. After a time, as Tamiko increased her toying of Carolyn's vulnerable
cunt, Carolyn's hips jerked more and more, it was only Tamiko's hands pressing
into Carolyn's crotch held up the woman's slacks.
"Look at her breasts shake," Fawn continuing her seductive whispering as
they watched Tiffany twisting and jerking on the couch. "Wonder what they feel
like when that happens. What do your breasts feel like when they shake, Carolyn?
What do your breasts feel like right now? They are very beautiful, you know. Are
they swollen? Are they very sensitive?"
"Can you feel this? Or this?" Fawn asked as she and Samantha began to openly
caress the high-set heaving orbs from the outside of the blouse.
The shaken Carolyn could again only nod as she felt the feather touches of
the girls' hands on her swollen breasts. The hands became bolder, now squeezing
the tender breast-flesh. Carolyn knew she should stop them, but what they were
doing to her really didn't matter right now. She wasn't a lesbian after all. All
she wanted to do was watch Tiffany get initiated, and then leave here as quickly
as possible.
The massage of her proud breasts continued. A few more buttons of Carolyn's
blouse were undone and the girl's soon were working directly on the woman's
breasts through her bra.
What was wrong with me? Carolyn wondered. My own breasts are driving me
crazy! They feel so swollen and sensitive. Why don't those girls stop?
"Are your breasts sensitive, Carolyn? Mine sure are. Do yours affect
affecting you, sometimes?" Fawn purred. Carolyn could not believe her body's
reaction to the antics of Fawn and Samantha. How could Fawn know that every touch
on her over-sensitive breasts was driving her crazy. "You can tell me."
Seeing how preoccupied Carolyn was with the fondling of her breasts, Tamiko
knew she had a free hand with the unsuspecting woman. While Carolyn was busy
focusing on the actions of Fawn and Samantha, Tamiko carefully reached deep down
into the back of Carolyn's open slacks until she felt the thin elastic at the top
of Carolyn's panties. She gently pulled up on the panties, drawing the sheer
material as deeply as she could between Carolyn's fantastic buttocks. Twisting
the waistband and legbands together around her index finger, Tamiko continued to
pull on the back of Carolyn's panties, wanting them to become as deeply imbedded
into the proud woman's flesh as possible.
Tamiko then returned to what she liked to think of as her "Sensual
Butterfly" routine. But first, she carefully touched the front of Carolyn's
slacks below the opened zipper. She felt with satisfaction how Carolyn's panties
were now cruelly digging into the sensitive labia flesh. With the crotchband now
embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the loosened slacks between her and
Carolyn's increasingly responsive cunt.