Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2000 15:07:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Barbara-2

Dearest Reader, before reading this story you might want to refresh
your memory by re-reading Barbara-1, the story about the girl who gets
a job as a gardener at the Sapphire Cub :)
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So off I went, in search of the greenhouse where I was told to find the
grounds supervisor.  As I walked down the path I met two women wearing
swimsuits and carrying towels.  One was a handsome woman in her late
forties, with salt-and-pepper hair.  The other was a bit younger, with
wavy ash-bonde hair.  Both looked thin and stringy, as if they kept in
shape by severe dieting and regular workouts.  I started to greet them
when the older one demanded, "Where is your name-tag?"  Nobody had told
me about nametags, so I started to explain when the blonde barked
"Don't talk back! Now bend over and lean against that tree!"  I didn't
want to get fired in my first ten minutes, so I did as she said.  They
easily lifted my uniform tennis-dress, and pulled down those
transparent uniform panties.  They began to spank me, not hard enough
to cause real pain, but enough to bring blood to my rear.  They noted
my puffy cunt lips, and began to slap at me there.  Soon I began to
moan in passion, although they may have thought I was in pain.  I was
almost ready to cum when they commanded me to stand up, and carry their
towels to the swimming pool.  Frustrated, I obeyed.

After following them along the wooded path, we emerged in a large
clearing where a large swimming pool looked inviting, with the sunlight
sparkling off the water.  Near it was a series of open-air showerheads,
with benches around.  The blonde told me to turn on the shower, getting
it warm but not hot.  Meanwhile the two women helped each other out of
their swimsuits.

When the shower was adjusted, the blonde stepped into the spray, and
called to me to take off only my dress, then come to scrub her back.
The shower water danced in the sun and her muscular body looked
enticing.  The shower post had a soap dispenser mounted on it, so II
filled my hands and started to run them over her firm flesh.  She made
me soap her breasts, which were starting to sag, but obviously still
sensitive as she groaned in pleasure.  She demanded that I soap her
cunt with great care, and howled out as I massaged her clit.

Across the pool I noticed a young women watching with interest.  She
seemed to be about my age, with long black curls and Hispanic features,
but I had no time to look more closely.  The blonde grabbed my hair and
commanded, "Eat me!"  So I buried my face in her pussy as the water and
the sun flooded around us.  The sun made her pussy hair look
wonderfully golden, and its beauty drew me to dive ever deeper into her
sopping crotch.  I licked at her pussy lips then up to her clit.
"Yes!" she gasped as I sucked her clitoris between my teeth.  I just
kept on sucking that tiny bit of woman-flesh as this woman whose name I
didn't even know ground her pelvis onto my mouth.  Finally she howled
in orgasm, gripping the shower stand for support, as my tongue lapped
up her cunt juices along with the shower spray.

When the woman was steady on her feet again, I helped her over to the
bench where the older lady had been masturbating as she watched us.
The second lady was almost ready to cum, her body rigid as she strained
for her orgasm, so I dove right in.  I slurped up her slit and as I
sucked her clitoris into my mouth she went over the edge and collapsed
into the blonde's arms.

I disengaged myself and looked around.  There was no sign of the
Hispanic girl in the staff uniform.  I looked at the women, but they
didn't seem to need me any more as they were locked in a French kiss
that looked ready to go on for hours.  Wearing only soaked flimsy
underwear, and still turned on by my treatment both at the personnel
office and with these women, I was still desperately in need of my own
orgasm.  So off I went, carrying my dress and letting the underwear
dry.

Finally I found the green-house and cautiously entered.  I walked down
the aisle of incredible flowers, stopping to touch them and smell them.
I could hear voices coming from the far end, so I figured I must be
going in the right direction.  At the end of the greenhouse I found
something totally unexpected; an art class!  Three young girls each sat
at an easel with a potted flower on a stand in the middle of them, and
each was painting a picture of the flower.  Each of the girls was
wearing the uniform of a snobby girl's school called Victoria Academy.
The teacher was a tall woman in her late twenties.  Slim and willowy,
she had close-cropped black hair and small bare breasts, wearing only a
floral-print wraparound skirt.  She moved with the grace of a ballet
dancer.

As I arrived, a serious looking girl was just finishing her painting.
It was a lovely likeness of the hibiscus that sat in front of her.  The
teacher asked the student what kind of flower she would like to paint
next.  After a moment's thought, the girl pointed at me and said, "Her!
 A vagina is sort of like a flower.  We can get her to sit on a bench,
and paint her flower petals!"

This suggestion was enthusiastically echoed by the others, so I found
myself sitting on the bench with my legs spread wide, and the young
girls staring intently at my vagina.  The teacher found some hand
lotion, and used it on her fingers before spreading my cunt lips to
give the girls a better view.  Her gentle and smooth touch re-awakened
my desire.  I leaned back on my elbows, as the students studied me and
painted.

It seemed like a long time, but whenever my pussy started to close in
on itself, that wonderful gentle teacher massaged me and opened me
again.  Each time, I grew flushed with desire, and I may have whimpered
a bit as my need grew.  Finally they finished, and the students rose to
go, but the teacher stopped them.  She pointed out that I had given
myself to them as a model, so they should give me back something; and
it was obvious what I needed.  One girl, short with a cute face and
pale blonde pixie haircut, caught on at once.  She moved toward me and
bent over to touch her lips to my pussy.  Her tongue reached out to my
clit, and my need for release caused my hips to rise in hopes of
greater pleasure.

The girl who had asked me to be their model followed swiftly, removing
the glasses from her thin face and helping the first girl to catch my
clit between their tongues.  I started to cum as their lips and tongues
and finger tips danced around my pussy.  Then the third student, a
plain girl with mousy brown hair, moved my bra aside and lowered her
mouth to my breasts.  Her lips and tongue did amazing things to me,
sending lightning from breast to tongue to nipple, and I started to
scream in the blessed release of my need which had been building for
hours.  Two mouths gobbles between my thighs, licking up my juices
before they could drip onto the wooden bench.  The third seemed
reluctant to leave my heaving, erect nipples.  I don't know how long
they kept driving me through wave after wave of delicious orgasm, but
eventually their teacher made them all stop, leaving me as limp as a
wet rag.  The three students packed up their paints and palettes and I
tried to return their kisses as they thanked me and told me good-by,
and they hoped I would return to model for them soon.

When the youngsters were gone, their teacher glided up between my
parted thighs.  She lifted me and brought her mouth to mine.  Her
tongue teased my mouth open and probed in to challenge mine.  I
responded with renewed excitement, meeting her lip for lip and lick for
lick.  She brought me to life again, awakening a gentler passion that
was no longer the result of desperation.  Breaking off her kiss, she
murmured to me that each time she had touched my pussy lips, spreading
them for the view of the class, she had wanted to do more; much more.
I reached for the waistband of her skirt and pulled the tie out to
release the simple knot.  The fabric floated down to form a flowery
pool on the floor.

I slowly slid off the bench, then turned her beautiful nude body around
and laid her back on the bench as I had been.  My mouth slid up her
thighs, licking and biting the warm brown flesh.  I arrived at her
thicket of brisk curly hair that covered her charms, and probed with my
tongue to discover the spot that could excite her greatest pleasure.  I
sucked her clitoris between my teeth and let it just rest there.  I
gave it a lick, and waited to let her anticipation build until her hips
were quivering, before I licked it again.  "Please!" she cried,
"Please!" and she tried to grind her mound up against my face.  But I
was too quick, and her motions only aroused her more.  Finally she
screamed at me in frustration, "Suck me, you bitch!  Make me cum!"  And
after a few more minutes of teasing her, I obliged.

As the lovely painting instructor lay there on the bench, she managed
to inform me that my real boss was probably at the other end of the
green-house.  So I gave her a parting kiss on her pussy and set off
again in search of my real job.  At the end of the green-house was a
door simply marked "Storage".  Cautiously I opened it and entered a
large room where machinery shared space with plants.  Here were lawn
tractors and small trees with their roots tied up in burlap.  Behind a
metal desk, an elderly woman was sorting some cards.  She peered at me
over the tops of her glasses, and said "You're late."

I started to explain about the two women at the pool, but she cut me
off.  "I know about all that.  Personal service is what you're here
for, and you are rather pretty, so I don't expect I'll get a lot of
gardening out of you."  Then she showed me how to operate the lawn
tractors, and handed me a set of electric clippers.  "Now take these
power-shears and this extension cord over to the main house, and trim
the hedges."  So off I went, thinking that my new boss was a nice old
lady.

I started work on the hedge around a dining patio on the back side of
the house.  Several groups of ladies were sitting around the tables,
shaded by large sun-umbrellas.  In the late afternoon, most were
sipping tea, or perhaps something considerably stronger.

In one of these groups was Angela, the women who had recommended me for
this job.  She waved at me, and motioned to me to come over to her
table.  There, she introduced me to another woman who seemed to be in
her late thirties.  Jackie had short dark hair, and a beautifully
cultured voice, and it was obvious that she was trying to look and
sound as much like Jackie Onassis as she could.  She was remarkably
successful.  They had arranged for one of the other staff to trim
Jackie's pubic hair, and would I please help by giving Jackie a massage
before that?  Of course I said yes.

So I entered the big house for the first time.  Jackie and I climbed
the wide elegant stairs to the second floor, went down a short hall,
and entered a big oval-shaped office.  It turned out that Jackie was
the president of the whole club, and of course the president needed an
oval office.  The large desk was completely clear.  Circling behind the
desk, Jackie opened a drawer and removed a telephone.  She spoke into
it: "You can bring it in now."  Then she replaced the phone.

After a few seconds, a remarkably pretty young woman entered, wearing
the same white uniform as me.  She was only a bit over 5 feet tall, and
her rich red hair set off gorgeous eyes.  The warmth of the smile she
gave me would have melted Antarctica.  She pushed a little metal cart,
carrying equipment I didn't recognize.

Jackie introduced the girl as Linda, and we both helped the President
remove her clothing, and provided her with a padded blindfold like many
women use to help them sleep.  Jackie lay face-down on the desk, and
Linda showed me how to take the bottle of warm massage oil and squirt
some on my hands before working on Jackie's back.  I started in to
work, and was not surprised to see Linda quickly remove all of her
clothing.  She took over the massage from me, and mouthed the words,
"You too."  So I stripped down and rejoined Linda at work on Jackie's
body.

We moved down to her ankles, spreading them so that her pussy was
accessible along with her brown bum-hole.  Linda slowly worked up
Jackie's legs to her thighs, making delicate circles on the tender
flesh of her inner thighs.  "Oh, don't tease me so!"  Jackie moaned,
and we obediently moved our efforts up to her ass-cheeks.  I was about
to dribble some oil down her crack, but Linda stopped me with a slight
touch on my wrist.

Jackie's ass started to move, grinding against our hands.  Linda held
an oiled finger at her rectum so that Jackie's movement caused that
finger to penetrate.  "Yes!" Jacke moaned, "Stick another finger in
me!"  Linda motioned to me to get more oil on one of my fingers, which
slowly joined hers inside Jackie's rear passage.  We probed and
massaged that dark hole as Jackie writhed and ground her ass against
our hands.

Linda removed her finger, motioning to me to replace it with one of
mine.  "Oooh!" Jackie wailed, "Oooooohhh!", and she froze in position
as she came, a puddle of cunt-juice forming on the desk top.  I slowly
withdrew my oily fingers from Jackie's rear, and noticed that her back
entrance seemed a little bit more red.  So I bent over to touch it with
a soothing tongue.  Jackie seemed to like that a lot, and I guess I
probably wasn't the first to kiss the President's ass.