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  As Arin rested on the ground, Molly unzipped and stepped out of her white linen Byrony skirt with its navy trimmed hem. Her Bonds lacies bikini panties were at least 2 shades darker than normal, sodden from her own excitement at playing with her friend as a sex toy. Stripping off her panties, her cunt felt a momentary coolness as the breeze started drying her wetness. But the warm sun striking her uncovered sex soon warmed her again down there.

  Addressing her friend, she said, "Arin, when you have recovered enough, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees up to where I will be sitting on the porch. I want you to use your hands and mouth to make me cum. More than once, if you can. Playing with you makes me very horny, so don't make me wait too long."

  Unbuttoning her navy chiffon blouse, Molly ascended the porch steps and placed her blouse and skirt in a tidy pile next to her chair. She had seen no reason to wear a bra today, so she was now also naked in the shade of the porch. Sitting down, she slouched in the chair, scooting her ass forward so that it was perched at the very edge of the seat. She parted her thighs as wide apart as possible, and gently toyed with her cunt, waiting for Arin to stir.

  Arin must've been eager to return Molly's favor, because she heralded her strength, and began crawling across the ground and up the porch steps. Molly stopped playing with herself as she became absorbed in the site of her friend in motion. As Arin crawled away towards the porch steps, Molly could see her ass swaying side to side in a very enticing manner. Molly made a mental note to have Arin crawl around a lot more in the future. She made an addendum to the mental note to find some sort of pads that could go under Arin's knees to protect them from abrasion.

  When Arin reached the top of the steps and turned in Molly's direction, her shuffling crawl made her tits swing sideways enough to let them peek out alongside of Arin's arms. The slow evaporation of the juices seeping from Molly's vaginal opening had been cooling her labia. The warm breath issuing from Arin's mouth caused a startling contrast in sensation as the girl eagerly brought her face between Molly's thighs.

  Arin's eyes almost crossed as she stared intently at Molly's cunt from this close proximity. She knelt submissively between Molly's thighs and brought her hands up. Grasping each of Molly's labia in careful fingers, she pulled them gently sideways as if opening up a precious gift. Molly moaned quietly as she imagined what she must look like on display like this. Her moan turned into a sharp inhalation as Arin plunged her tongue into the well of nectar that was uncovered by the parting of her labia. Arin gleefully lapped clean everything she could find in the intimate region between her fingertips.

  Arin lowered her face and fully extended her tongue. She slithered her warm, wet tongue all the way up, starting from Molly's ass hole, across her vagina, pee hole, and clitoris, ending at the very top of Molly's mound. Molly groaned appreciatively at this action, so Arin repeated it several times.

  Finally, Molly cried out, "Stop teasing me, girl! I need to cum! Do it!"

  Arin did not hesitate, quickly plunging two of her fingers into Molly's sopping cunt. She began tickling the upper wall of Molly's vaginal tunnel with quick strokes of those fingers. Her other hand went beneath Molly's ass where it protruded past the chair seat. A finger of that hand streaked along Molly's butt crack, getting wet from the juices that trickled along that furrow. When her fingertip found the tightly puckered flesh around Molly's ass hole, Arin began softly rubbing that sensitive tissue - not seeking entrance, but merely smearing fluids around and around the opening, generating almost electrical sensations from the nerve endings there.

  Arin's tongue was busy lapping the folds alongside Molly's clit, maddeningly not quite touching it. Molly's juices were soaking both of Arin's hands at this point. The submissive slut was obviously enjoying fingering her friend, and wanted to build Molly's excitement up to a massive orgasm. She knew the moment was right when Molly began gasping for breath, and gripped the chair arms so she could lever her quivering pelvis up against Arin's face.

  With a smooth movement, Arin sucked Molly's pulsating clit into her mouth and began bobbing her lips up and down on it as she suckled it. The fingers that she had inside Molly's cunt spread apart and rubbed more firmly inside the now shaking woman.

  With a glad, shrieking howl of release, Molly came!

  Her pussy literally gushed, expelling a warm torrent of fluid that spattered Arin's neck and upper torso. Wave after wave splashed Arin as her friend vibrated against her mouth and fingers in a prolonged series of inner explosions.

  After this timeless interval of delight, Molly slumped back onto the chair seat, with her head lolled back and her eyes closed. She remained passive except for the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest as her body attempted to get enough oxygen to bring her breathing back to normal. Arin slipped her fingers out of the warmth of Molly's vagina, and dutifully licked her Miss clean.

  By this time, Molly had recovered enough to open her eyes, sit up a little straighter, and murmur, "Come here, Arin." She opened her arms invitingly.

  Arin scooted forward on her knees, and pressed her body against Molly's, as she was gathered into a warm embrace. Molly kissed her friend tenderly, and rested their foreheads together as she whispered, "That was absolutely fantastic. I think that was the best orgasm that I've ever experienced. Thank you."

  "It was truly my pleasure, Miss. I'm happy to do that whenever you want. I can't tell you how arousing it is for me to be able to give you such joy."

  CHAPTER 8

  It was a lovely Saturday morning, and Molly had some special plans for her slut girl.

  During breakfast, both of them had their morning tea. As they finished, Molly handed Arin a large glass of orange juice, instructing her, "Drink this all down as you clean up the kitchen."

  When Arin's chores were done, Molly took her out onto the front porch, and commanded, "Get your clothes off and fold them neatly on this chair." Arin seemed to get a special pleasure from being forced to strip out in the open, even if no one was around. There was always the outside chance that some car would drive up to their house, and spot a naked Arin standing there.

  "Give me your left hand," Molly told her now nude submissive. Taking Arin's hand, she applied lubricant to her friend's left index finger, getting it well coated.

  "Bend over and stick that finger deep into your ass hole. I want to see your knuckle bumping right up against your puckered anal ring," Molly said with a grin.

  Arin's blush spread to the back of her neck as she bent away from Molly, holding her right ass cheek spread sideways with her right hand as her left index finger probed blindly for its target. She gave a tiny gasp as the cold lubricant touched the sensitive tissues around her nether opening. Finding the target, she commenced wriggling her finger, worming it into her ass hole, pressing as she pulled hard on her right ass cheek. Gradually her finger sank to its fullest extent.

  "Good girl. Now come down the porch steps."

  Molly took her friend's right hand to steady her as she awkwardly climbed down the steps, somewhat off balance with her finger up her butt.

  "Get down on all fours, keeping your finger in your ass," Molly demanded. After a moment's pause, she corrected herself. "I guess you'll be getting down on all threes," she stated with a tone of amusement.

  Molly consulted her watch. The timing was perfect.

  "OK, my slut girl. Crawl slowly all the way around the pond like that. Take your time. I know it will be slow going. You may even stop and rest whenever you need, but keep that finger completely buried in your ass the entire journey."

  "Yes Miss," Arin acknowledged. She took a tentative 'step', shuffling her knees forward, left then right. Once her knees were under her more, she was able to reach out with her right hand and brace for the next shuffling movement.

  "This is very difficult, Miss," Arin complained.

  "Is it humiliating to move like this, Arin?"

  "Yes, Miss. It's really humiliating," Arin confirmed.

  "Excellent. Just what y
ou like," Molly chuckled.

  Arin flushed a deep red at hearing this, but turned to look into Molly's face, and smiled. She truly thrived on humiliation.

  "I'll watch you from the porch, Arin. I can see all the way around the pond from there."

  Arin made no comment, but continued her quite slow progress. It was about 50 yards until she would even reach the edge of the pond, and then a long circuit to get all the way around it.

  Molly climbed back up to a seat on the porch to watch. The freshly mowed grass gave her a clear view of Arin's progress. Arin's nude body showed up beautifully against the lush green she was crawling over. Molly almost laughed at how ridiculous Arin looked, proceeding with one finger lodged firmly in her butt.

  After a few minutes, as planned, a car came up the driveway. Molly was not sure whether Arin could hear its quiet engine at that distance. It appeared that Arin was concentrating too much on her forward progress and not falling over as she crawled, to be aware of the visitors.

  The two women in the dark blue convertible knew they were to approach quietly, and not slam any car doors. Therefore they were clad in simple T-shirts and slacks, which allowed them to nimbly step out over their respective doors. Without a sound, but with big smiles on their faces, they walked up to where Molly sat.

  "You're right on time," Molly whispered.

  "Thank you, Miss," Alice said, as she knelt down in front of Molly. Her long blonde hair was drawn back into a pony tail, the end of which curled around her neck to drape against her light blue V-necked T-shirt, which gave a nice display of her cleavage. Her dark blue slacks clung to her hips, thighs and legs like a second skin. She leaned forward and gave Molly's foot a submissive kiss.

  "We tried to be prompt, Miss, because we were so thrilled to get your summons," Jessica almost gushed, but kept her voice low. Once again, Molly drank in the sight of Jessica's auburn hair, shining in the sunlight. She had left it free, to brush against the shoulders of the emerald green T-shirt she was wearing. Her black slacks might have been less form-fitting than Alice's, but the tightness of her T-shirt more than compensated for that. It clung so tightly that Molly could not only see each erect nipple – she could also see the crinkles of the woman's areolae as they pressed against the thin material.

  Jessica also sank to her knees before Molly. "Ever since your visit to my office," the lawyer said, "Alice and I have been waiting and hoping you would call upon us for play." She also leaned forward and gave Molly's foot a lingering kiss of joy.

  "I'd certainly not forgotten you both," Molly stated with a smile. "Inspecting Jessica's body, and then watching you, Alice, eat her pussy to orgasm sure made an impression on me. I even remember how wonderful Alice's juices tasted. Did you, Jessica, make Alice cum after I left, as I commanded?"

  Both women blushed a light pink as they recalled that day. (see part 4 ). "Yes Miss, I did. She was already aroused, especially after you fingered her and sucked your finger clean in that erotic manner. As I recall, I had barely placed my mouth over her cunt and plunged my tongue into her pussy when she grabbed my head, and held it tightly against her as she moaned in orgasm."

  Alice's blushed deepened as she nodded to confirm what Jessica had related.

  Molly made a shrewd observation. "If we keep talking like this, I think our crotches will get soaked. I'm not wearing any panties, and you were instructed not to wear any either. Let's all stand up and watch Arin's progress in her task."

  As they arose, Alice asked, "What's her task, Miss?"

  Molly pointed to where Arin was shuffling along on the far side of the pond. She watched both women drop their jaws in surprise at seeing a naked woman crawling across the grass, outside in the open like that.

  Jessica recovered her voice first. "You have her crawling naked around the pond, it seems. But why is she crawling so slowly, Miss?"

  "Look closer," Molly instructed.

  Audible gasps arose when the women realized that one of Arin's hands was not being used during her crawling. Alice whispered with a voice tinged with awe, "Does she... does she have her finger inside her ass, Miss? I see her fist, but I can't see why else she'd be holding her hand there."

  "Yes, her index finger is as deep as she can shove it, and she has to crawl the entire circuit like that. She's not aware of you two yet, I think. But she's now starting the final section, which has her facing this porch. If she glances up to look for me, she'll see all three of us, here at the railing. Watch."

  It was quite a few minutes before Arin happened to look toward the house. The wait was well worth it. The shocked expression on her face was priceless. Her eyebrows flew upward as she opened her eyes wide with surprise. Her lips formed into the shape of an 'O', but if she vocalized anything the sounds did not carry to where we stood. To her credit, Arin did not remove her finger from inside her ass, but she did stop moving for a few minutes.

  Ultimately, she resumed her shuffling crawl toward the front porch of the house.

  "Let's go down and greet her," Molly suggested. "I don't want her to try to climb the porch steps like that."

  The three women descended the steps, and stood watching side-by-side as Arin finally reached them. Arin knew her lawyer Jessica, and her lawyer's receptionist Alice, so she had recognized them as not being strangers as she first thought. But still, crawling naked like this up to these three clothed women was very humiliating – and perversely exciting.

  Molly beamed a smile down at her friend. "Well done, my lovely slut. Hold still while we examine you." Molly gestured to the other two women to have a very good look at Arin's current predicament.

  Obediently, they moved behind Arin and knelt down to examine the placement of her index finger. Alice even grasped both of Arin's ass cheeks to spread her wide open to their gaze.

  Jessica looked up at Molly and asked, "May I check to see if this task excited her, Miss?"

  Molly nodded her permission.

  Jessica bumped her hand against the back of Arin's upper thighs. Feeling this contact, Arin instinctively moved her knees farther apart, offering access. Jessica cupped Arin's sex with her hand, and rubbed her warm smooth flesh for a moment. Next she slipped a finger along Arin's slit, and then let it plunge into the depths between her labia. Briefly swirling her finger inside the kneeling woman, Jessica brought it back out into the sunlight, where it glistened wetly.

  "Yes, Miss. I'd say that she is quite excited at the moment," Jessica reported.

  "Excellent. Please help her to her feet."

  Alice and Jessica each took hold of an elbow to assist Arin to an upright position.

  Molly addressed her friend. "Arin, I don't think that any of us want to see the current state of your index finger." Arin's face turned quite red at this comment. "Keep it inside of yourself as you go into the house. Head to the bathroom. Once you're there, pull your finger out and clean yourself thoroughly. Oh, do you feel any urgency about peeing at this time?"

  "No Miss. I don't have to pee yet," Arin replied.

  "Good. Today I want to to ask me for permission to urinate. I'll explain why later. While you're in the house, drink a large glass of water though. And then rejoin us."

  "I will, Miss," Arin acknowledged. With as much dignity as she could muster under the circumstances, Arin treated them all to the sight of her climbing the porch steps, still fingering her ass, before she disappeared into the house.

  "While we're waiting for her return, we may as well get you both ready for play. Alice, take off Jessica's top. But give me a good show as you do it," Molly said with a smile.

  Without a word, Alice turned Jessica's body so that she faced Molly directly. She stepped behind Jessica, and took hold of the woman's T-shirt at each side of her waist. Lifting the cloth slowly and bunching it in her hands, she gradually unveiled Jessica's stomach, halting as the bunched material reached the under curve of her breasts. She paused dramatically, giving Molly a view of Jessica's belly, slowly moving in and out with each of her breaths.

>   Watching Molly's expression by looking over Jessica's shoulder, she resumed the slow lift of the clothing. The T-shirt was so tight that this upward movement merely lifted Jessica's tits – higher and higher. The trapped globes of her flesh rose and strained upward as Alice's hands reached the level near Jessica's chin.

  At this point, Alice gave a quick backward flick of her wrists, which rolled the T-shirt hem both forward and upward. Jessica's tits sprang free and bobbled in the sunlight. They were firm and delightful, with their nipples fully engorged, poked even farther forward by the puckering of the areola at each base. Jessica appeared delighted to be undressed like this. She raised her arms as Alice began lifting the T-shirt higher.