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Into the Maelstrom: 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. She didn't think that was really a suitable response to a formal ceremony like this.
Hopefully the girl would 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 and in the candle light, her suntanned flesh fairly gleamed in the darkness. Carolyn could see the fixed gazes of the other girls watching Tiffany, and knew that they too had been affected by the ceremony. She was becoming fascinated by what her new friend Tamiko was doing to the pliant Tiffany and, unconsciously, she 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. She wondered what was going on here. This was just supposed to be 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.
"My God!" Carolyn whispered in amazement. 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 were 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.
"Oh, my!" she thought. She was reacting to a physical exam being given to another person! "What's 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 rest room.
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 only on the condition that she would 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 Carolyn's left and Fawn to her right, both 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 wanted a closer 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's 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?" she thought.
"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.
"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 Samantha's and her hands continued to play about on Carolyn's trim torso.
Meanwhile, as Fawn and Sam continued to mind-fuck Carolyn, Tamiko was kneeling behind the flustered Miss Lord. 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, before the main event had even started, was something that Tamiko would 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 crotch band 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 horrified. "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," Fawn asked again. When Carolyn remained silent, after a few moments she said, "What's wrong, Carolyn?"
"I...I can't think when you do that."
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 les.. I like men."
"Not a lesbian? Well, who around here is?" Fawn lied. "But men, you said they were always the ones trying to take advantage by touching you."
"That's right," Carolyn said bitterly. "Anytime, day or night. It doesn't matter with them. They are always trying to touch my body."
"Have you ever had that problem with a woman?"
"Well, no. But?"
"But nothing!" exulted Fawn. "We are doing this just for the initiation, so it shouldn't matter, should it?
You should not feel a thing, no guys here, remember.
Everything done tonight is strictly 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 tomorrow.
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, she thought. What was there to be really worried about here? It didn't really matter what they did to her. 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 she 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 would just get bored and eventually leave her alone and go bother Tiffany or someone else.
They were practically children after all. Or, even better, the initiation would finally end and she could 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'd 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 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 warm 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 talking and give her a chance to think," she complained to herself.
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 me, 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 her 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 that 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?"
Not willing to respond to such an intimate question, Carolyn tried to focus her increasingly tormented mind on Tiffany.
"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 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, and they were certainly not men. 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's 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 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," Fawn seductively whispered.
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 leg bands 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 crotch band now embedded, Tamiko had only the thin material of the loosened slacks between her and Carolyn's increasingly responsive cunt.