Caramel Part 8

Caramel woke up feeling tired but somehow quite satisfied. She couldn't believe how exhausted she was from visiting with Marjorie and her husband the previous day.

Marjorie had invited Caramel over for a poolside Sunday brunch and since Caramel had nothing else to do she put on the skimpy string bikini that Marjorie had bought for her and asked her to wear, then she walked over to her neighbor's house.

There were several couples from the neighborhood already there and a few teenage kids as well. But everyone turned to stare as Caramel walked through the gate. Even the women seemed to drool as they watched Caramel's perfect figure stroll casually over to Marge to say hello.

All of the men were staring at the butt floss that Caramel was wearing and, more to the point, the perfect butt cheeks that had swallowed most of the butt floss. And the front part was just skimpy enough to clearly show the outline of her nearly hairless pussy crack. And while they stared all of the men's swimming suits suddenly seemed to be shrinking and getting uncomfortably tight. But the wives didn't seem to mind; in fact, some of them even smiled at their man as they reached over and and began rubbing their husband's and boyfriend's bulges.

The fact that everyone was openly staring at Caramel's sexy body gave Caramel an uneasy feeling that this was all some kind of a setup, as though she was today's featured attraction. And when Marjorie openly stared up at Caramel from her chair and praised how sexy she looked Caramel actually began to blush when she felt the moisture in her slit beginning to lubricate her labia. Caramel felt totally exposed even though she was technically still dressed.

Then, when Marjorie asked Caramel to turn around slowly so that she could get a better look at the lovely bikini she was wearing Caramel felt naked to the world.

"Did you enjoy the lemonade I sent over this morning?" Marjorie asked as she put her hand on Caramel's thigh.

"Y-y-yes, Ma'am" Caramel answered shyly.

"That's nice, honey. Now why don't you take off your bikini bottoms for us so we can see just how lovely you really are?"

Even though somewhere in the back of Caramel's swirling consciousness a small alarm began to sound, Caramel found herself obeying Marjorie's request as though it was the most natural thing in the world to disrobe so the neighbors could see her naked, or at least naked from the waist down.

"Very nice" Marjorie said as she reached out to take Caramel's bikini bottoms from her and set them on the table next to her. "Now why don't you turn around slowly so all of your neighbors can admire your natural beauty."

Even though Caramel was turning around slowly her head seemed to be spinning quickly as she watched everyone watching her approvingly.

And even when Marjorie leaned forward, cupped Caramel's now naked vagina, and slipped her middle finger between Caramels' nether lips Caramel still didn't think that anything was amiss. In fact, she enjoyed the lovely feel of her neighbor's knowing finger as it reached up inside of her to touch the special place in her secret garden.

"Does that feel good?" Marjorie asked as she stroked Caramel's most sensitive spot.

"Ohhh, yes Ma'am" Caramel said with her eyes closed. "I like that."

"Well that's good to hear, Caramel" Marjorie said. "Now why don't you take off your top and let everyone admire the rest of your natural beauty?"

"Yes, Ma'am" Caramel replied as the reached behind herself to untie her bikini top.

"Lovely, Caramel. Just lovely" Marjorie said as Caramel's ripe breasts came into full view.

"Now why don't you put your hands on top of your head with your fingers interlaced and turn around slowly so that all of your neighbor's can see how lucky they are that you have chosen to move into our loving little neighborhood."

Things seemed to be swirling as Caramel turned slowly. She knew she must have been imagining what she was seeing because all of the women were either now stroking their men's exposed cocks or on their knees sucking on them while all the guys stared intently at Caramel. Some of the men were standing with their swimsuits around their ankles and some were sitting with their suits around their knees. Even the teenage boys were exposed as their girlfriend's ministered to their erections, either by hand or orally.

This was all coming back to Caramel as she walked around the kitchen, totally nude, and tried to remember what had happened next. But it was all kind of foggy for her.

She remembered lying back on a lounge chair and she remembered the incredibly intense feeling of someone's fingers expertly manipulating her womanhood. Every time the fingers brought her to the edge of orgasmic oblivion they would stop and massage her breasts until she calmed down. Caramel remembered being entirely focused on, and almost hypnotized by, those incredible fingers for a long time.

But there was something else, just on the edge of her memory. There were swirling memories of someone encouragingly telling her that she would enjoy herself more if she would open her mouth wide and drink the... what did they call it... the "nectar of love" from the men who came to stand beside her one by one.

Could it really be? Caramel was now remembering how one after the other the men had stood beside her as she lay naked on the lounge with her mouth open and had..... had they?...... yes.... they had. One after another had.... either by their own hands or by the hands of their wives or girlfriends.... ejaculated into her mouth or all over her face and hair. And there were many, many, such hallowed anointments. She also remembered someone, was it Marjorie, beside her who was scooping all of the blessings on her face into her mouth and telling her to swallow so that Caramel would increase her own sexual pleasure.

And between each anointment the fingers inside of her would work her up and up until she was again just on the verge of orgasm and then they would stop while yet another man stepped up to stand beside her and rain his seed into her mouth and all over her beautiful face.

And who was that who seemed to be hovering around in the background all the while. Was it a woman.... a woman holding something if front of her face? Was she hiding her identity or.... yes... she wasn't hiding... she was holding up a big professional video camera.

Caramel clutched at her stomach and retched into the kitchen sink as she realized had happened the day before. SHE HAD BEEN THE FEATURED STAR OF A BUKAKE CEREMONY. She had been caked and bukaked.

Caramel wanted to die. She started to cry. Just then there was a knock on the door and Caramel wiped her tears and obediently went to see who it was.

It was Alan, and he was there to get his weekly blowjob and anal from Caramel. And behind him was a girl Caramel didn't recognize who said her name was Amelia Jones.

Caramel was way too tired and emotionally spent to deal with Alan but just then Caramel suddenly realized that she had both a giver and a getter (a pitcher and a catcher) at her front door. A tear slid down Caramel's cheek as she reluctantly opened the door to let them in and thought to herself, "Wow,kids... and the world...have really changed since I was a child."