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 CHAPTER 2

   I was sure that if she were a willing participant initially that I could
insure that she would cooperate afterward.

   "I will clue Kyle," Ray said.

   We went back out and dropped into our lounges, John took the short one,
he looked funny in it and I hoped that it wouldn't collapse under his
weight.

   Kyle and Carol came out of the pool together, his arm was around her
waist and he kissed her again before they sat down.  Carol resumed her
original position; only now you could see nearly everything that the
material was supposed to be hiding, yet she made no move to cover up or
even dry off.

   She knew the effect she was having on us and she was wielding that power
recklessly.  Her suit had ridden up in to the crevice between her ass
cheeks and the lips of her pussy were peeking out around the white strip of
her bikini and she continued to crank her leg back and forth.

   I handed Carol another cold one and she said "Thanks Billy".  I
mockingly glared back at her for calling me "Billy"

   I asked Ray and Kyle to go and get a couple more six packs.  Kyle
argued, but Ray good naturedly drug him out.  John got up and unabashedly
adjusted his erection inside his trunks and sat in Kyle's chair next to
Carol.

   I excused myself and hit the can again.  `You only rent beer'.  On the
way back out to the patio I noticed Carol, with her back to the glass
doors, kissing John and her left hand was clearly stroking his dick through
his shorts.  I grabbed the video camera and captured the action.  At one
point her hand went up the leg of Johns trunks and cupped his balls, then
slid higher, making his suit look as though someone had stuffed a cat in
them.

   I came out video running and she, seeming reluctant, slowly removed her
hand from his pants and looking directly into the camera, casually licked a
small amount of clear liquid off of her finger.

   Then she laughed herself back into her chair, letting her legs fall on
each side of the lounger.  I zoomed in on her crotch, showing nearly all of
her flowering femaleness except for a thin white strip about the width of a
pencil down the center.  I returned to normal focal length and framed her
and John by the pool.  She hoped up and slithered off to the bath room.

   John and I were panting with desire.

   "Man can you believe that," John croaked in a voice filled with lust. 
Ray and Kyle burst through the door with the beer.

   Kyle seemed aggravated, he looked around and asked, "Where's Carol"

   I told him, and before he could say another word, shoved the camera
under his nose and played the last few feet of the recording I had just
made.

   "Holy shit" he whispered.

   I rewound it for Ray and handed it to him, after it run through he
handed it back licking his lips.

   Carol came up behind him and was standing provocatively in the door way.


   "Why don't you guys come in here where it's cool, I've had enough sun
for one day."

   I looked over at her and her suit was up tight in her crack even more
than before, because now the white material disappeared completely as it
snaked it's way between the lips of her pussy.  It really looked as though
she had pulled her suit up tight and purposely spread her lips out around
the cloth, and fluffed up her golden pubes.  She didn't have to ask anyone
twice, as we all scrambled through the door.

   We moved in to the living room, several lights were on and sun light was
streaming in through the large picture window.  John, Kyle and Carol
dropped onto the Black leather couch, Carol, sandwiched between them.  Ray
and I slipped into the love seat at a right angle to the couch.

   I set my beer on the low coffee table that ran parallel to the couch. 
It was very heavy table for its size and it had a nautical look to it.  It
wasn't very big, about three feet long and twenty inches wide, made of dark
wood, it wasn't pretty but I liked it.

   Carol was squirming between the two men on the couch.  She had pulled
her legs up and was sitting Indian style with her right knee resting on
John's upper thigh and her left on Kyle's.

   "Let's do something," she squealed, it seemed the beer was getting to
her.

   "What," I asked?

   She shrugged, No one could think of anything it seemed that wasn't
specifically carnal.

   Then John said, "Why don't you show us some of your gymnastic moves."

   Every one immediately agreed and urged her get up.

   Acting shy and reluctant, she grudging agreed to show us some
flexibility moves.  She explained that was all that she would be able to
show us because there was not enough room inside to do full fledged
acrobatics.

   She got up and went around the coffee table, Ray hopped up and tried to
move it so that there would be more room and was surprised by its weight,
so he asked John to help him with it.  While they were doing that I got my
trusty video and knelt behind the couch.

   Having moved the table, the guys returned to the couch, Ray now sitting
where Carol had been.  She gave me a look that said is that thing really
necessary, indicating the camera, but she said nothing and I made no move
to put it down.

   She told us, in a very serious instructional manner, that it was very
important to stretch your muscles before going in to the real flexibility
poses.  Facing us, she did a couple of deep knee bends with her feet
together and knees spread at about 45 degree angles.  Her suit was still
deep into her flesh and as she got to the bottom of her squat the material
was straining and cutting deeper, yet she made no effort to remove it or
spread out the compressed pencil thin strip.

   After the knee bends she stood strait and like a ballerina, brought one
arm over her head and leaned over in a hook shot motion, she did the same
with the other arm, repeating this move several times.  At first I thought
she might hit the ceiling fan with her hand, but at 5 foot 2, she cleared
it easily.

   The guys, me included, were eating this stuff up.  Our eyes were at
bikini bottom level and were anxious for more.

   Carol grabbed her right ankle and pulled it up in back like runners do
before they begin, as she did this standing on one leg, she leaned forward
with her head tilted back, to where we were able to see the top of her
breasts and through her cleavage to the opening on the bottom of her top
and across her flat tummy.  She repeated this with her other leg.  All this
had been accomplished without so much as a wobble; she had excellent
balance, despite having had several beers.

   Standing strait, feet together, she bent forward at the waist, back
strait, and pressed her forehead to her shin just below her knees, her
breasts were mashed against her upper thighs.  I couldn't help thinking
that I wish I could get a shot of this from behind.

   Standing strait again, she brought her right leg, remaining strait, out
to the side until it reached 90 degrees to the floor, and not hesitating,
continued to bring it up until it was pointed directly at the ceiling,
strait as an arrow, with the side of her leg pressed to her ear.  This
brought clapping and murmurs of approval from her audience.

   I have no idea how her suit kept from coming apart under the strain,
because I know I was coming apart, as I zoomed in on the tortured cloth,
the edge of her coral pink opening became clearly visible.  This girl was
all women.  She held that pose for a moment, before slowly dropping her leg
and performing the same pose with the left leg.  In addition to perfect
balance, the moves were graceful, slow and precise.

   We all were now squirming, as the pain from our straining erections
increased and the lust level was pegging the meter.

   Then standing strait again, she started sliding her left foot out to the
side, performing a split, farther and farther, until her body came to rest
on the tight napped carpet, no space remained between her form and the
Karastan.  She was a perfect inverted "T".  More clapping and cheers were
poured upon her ego.

   She then bent forward placing her hands on the floor, elbows close to
her sides, rocked forward in to a head stand legs still in a split, and
held that for a moment, before, incredibly bringing her feet down, legs
still strait, to touch the floor on opposites sides of her head.

   Here was this beautiful girl, upside down, doing an inverted split, more
wide open than I thought humanly possible, in front of four incredibly
horny men, was more than my wildest fantasy.  I got up and slowly walked
around her filming her from every angle, her back was to the guys on the
couch and I captured her audience drooling on themselves, as I moved around
in front of her.

   My camera has macro ability, so I kneeled in front of her, leaned over
until the lens was about four inches from her pale skin and zeroed in on
the golden pubes and the taunt white fabric.  The magnification was superb.
I could see the weave in the material of her suit and the tiny bumps that
each golden hair sprouted from.

   Moisture from her pussy was forming dewy droplets around the edges of
her suit.  It was evident that she was as turned on as we were.  I was sure
I would have been able to see directly into the depts of her womanhood,
were it not for the fabric of her bikini.  The shot made my mouth water.

   After a moment I backed off and she brought her legs strait up putting
her feet together, brought them back down to the floor together, in front
of her face and then stood strait up on her feet.

   The small group went wild, clapping and whistling.  She had a big smile
on her face as I came back around behind the couch.

   "Wait", she said, I still have two more moves."

   "What could possibly top that" Ray croaked.

   She just smiled, stood in front of us, feet apart a little more than
shoulder width, and began bending backwards, back, back until her hands
touched the floor.  Then she began bending her knees and brought her chin
to rest on the floor between her feet.  You could see the effort she was
making; her muscles were trembling, as she then brought her feet off the
ground and uncoiling until she was lying on her stomach breathing hard. 
She rested there for a minute before getting up and bowing.

   "That one is the hardest," she panted.

   "You said you had two moves left," John complained.

   She smiled at him, came over and kissed him soundly before saying.

   "And see it you will big John, but first I need you and Ray to move the
end table back over here with the small end facing the couch.  I also need
Billy to put some padding on it."

   "Gotcha," I said, and turned off the camera and set it on the floor
behind the couch.  The guys were moving the table, while I ran to the linen
closet and grabbed a comforter for the guest bed and ran back, on the way I
grabbed a fresh battery for the camera, I didn't want to lose a moment of
this show.

   I handed her the bed clothing, she folded it several times making a
thick pad and placed it on the table, then she had John and Ray pick the
table up and she tucked the ends under as they set it down, stretching it
taunt over the top.  I popped in the new battery and plugged the used one
into the charger.  Everybody took their positions.

   Carol lay face up on the makeshift pedestal, the top of her head facing
us.  She scooted up until the back of her head was just off of the edge of
the table, then bringing her feet up high in the air; she continued
bringing them forward over her head and down to the floor.  Her face was
directly in front of her womanhood.

   Balancing on her shoulders and feet, she reached around the outside of
her body and placed her hands on the thin fabric strip covering her pussy.
Gently she hooked a finger under the material and pulled it aside, exposing
the lovely glistening jewel.  Then sticking out her tongue, she began
manipulating her clitoris with it.  The fire red nail of her index finger
of her free hand was extinguished as it disappeared into the moist depths
of her body.  Kyle moved next to her leaned over and kissed both sets of
lips at the same time.

   "Smiling he sat back licked his lips, and said, "I've always wanted to
do that."

   "Hell," John said, "until just now you didn't even know that was
possible."

   Carol had uncoiled and was getting up from the table.  Everyone was
talking at once telling her how amazing her performance had been.

   Ray stood up and every one became quite.  His erection was straining at
his Speedo's and he spoke softly to Carol.

   "You are the most incredible woman I have ever met.  I want you more
than I have ever wanted anyone.  I certainly hope you are willing to finish
what you have started, because if you are not then I need to leave."