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Monica - Part III
******* SESSION THREE *******
Even before the alarm went off I was up and wide awake, luxuriating
in a steaming tub. The fragrance of bath oil filled my nostrils as I
sank deep into the water. I wanted to look and smell nice, hoping that
I'd be with Carol again. What had happened on Wednesday was more than
it seemed on the surface. Nearly every waking moment since was filled
with memories of our lovemaking. It was like my first crush in junior
high; nothing mattered except being with that special person.
Wednesday evening I'd gone to the mall. Passing a "Frederick's of
Hollywood," I decided to browse a little. A sales girl descended on me
to ask if she could help me. I told her that I was looking for
something special in panties and bra.
She first showed me a wide array of crotchless panties.
"Not that special," I told her. "But something fancy and of high
quality; I want to pamper myself for a change."
The clerk suggested real silk as the ultimate in quality, but added
that it's difficult to get a good fit. You have to have just the right
figure because they don't make silk panties in large or "queen" sizes.
She stepped back to look at me.
"But you have lovely hips. I'm sure we can find something perfect."
She selected several pair and ushered me to the dressing booth.
After trying them all, I chose a white one with beautiful lace trim
around the waist and leg openings. They were really the only ones that
fit me. (Silk has hardly any stretch so they had to be just the right
size or they'd not fit properly.) Besides, they felt so heavenly
against my skin that I simply had to have them!
The brassiere was a little easier because I'm an exact 38-C and
didn't have to worry about it being a little too big or a little too
small. The lace trim was exactly the same as that on the panties ...
it was perfect. Of course, it was not the kind of bra you would wear
if you expected any support (and I'm quite thankful that I don't
really require any). The thin lace straps looked delicate but seemed
strong enough, and the front closure was easy to manage. I told the
girl I'd take them and tried not to flinch when she rang up the sale.
Fifty-eight something including tax.
Anyway, on Friday morning I arrived for my appointment early again,
about a half hour or so. The receptionist saw me coming and was
opening the file drawer when I walked up to the window. She took my
card with a friendly smile and slid the bottle and cup across to me.
Given the opportunity, I tried to read the label while twisting the
cap off and, not wanting to be too obvious, could only read the large
printing. "Dynalax," it said across the top and, in smaller letters
"with supplement-a (see precautions)." While pouring it into the cup I
wished I were bold enough to really study the small print and find out
what it said about precautions. But something prevented me from doing
so. I drank it all and returned the empties to the receptionist.
"Someone will be with you shortly, Miss French," she said. I
thanked her and walked through to the waiting area, taking a seat near
the bathroom as before.
I was a little bit startled when the bathroom door opened and a man
walked out. He looked to be a year or so older than me, maybe late
twenties, and our eyes met for a moment as he nodded silently in my
direction and walked to the other side of the room to sit. His face
was flushed and he appeared to be sweating as he wiped his trembling
hand across his forehead. "Another victim," I thought and I tried to
watch him without actually staring. I didn't get much of a chance.
Only a moment later Carol McGee came around the corner and spoke to
him. As he stood up Carol looked over at me and smiled. She waved,
sort of, with her arm behind her as she turned and walked away with
the man. With her wave and conspiratorial smile she got the idea
across that she was happy to see me but that she wasn't supposed to
acknowledge me personally. I surmised that the staff was expected to
keep everything on a purely professional level. The possibility that I
might meet her again that day suddenly seemed unbearably remote.
It wasn't long before I had to take my turn in the bathroom. It
was uneventful but I did enjoy using the bidet again. I was especially
careful not to soil my new panties even though the person for whom I'd
worn them probably wouldn't get to see them. My mood was somber as I
reclaimed my seat in the waiting room and I found myself just staring
at the corner around which Carol had disappeared.
When my escort appeared (yes, the same one as always), I stood and
accepted her hand and even returned her smile. The last thing I felt
like doing was smiling at some stranger, but I've explained all that.
I couldn't help smiling and acting eager to get on with my session!
When we passed Carol's office door I tried to listen for any sounds or
voices but could only hear my own footsteps and those of my escort. We
walked several doors farther and stopped while she knocked softly.
The knock was answered promptly and a pretty red-headed woman swung
the door wide, greeted me by name and waved me in.
"Hello Monica," she said with a smile. "We've been waiting for
you." As the door closed I reached out to take her proffered hand and
she told me that her name was Jill. In what appeared to be the only
normal looking piece of furniture in the room, a stuffed chair, sat
the other half of the "we" Jill had mentioned. I stared at her and
then back at Jill as the realization struck me that they were twins!
"I'm Jill's sister, Jodie," the girl in the chair said with an
identical smile as she stood up and reached for my other hand. They
laughed at my expression as I managed to find my voice.
"You're twins, aren't you," I said, and felt really stupid for
saying it. All I could do was blush and giggle like a fool.
They were absolutely gorgeous! Shoulder length hair that sort of
flipped up at the sides and back and seemed to glisten. Dark, smiling
eyes so intense it was hard not to stare at them. Slightly upturned
noses and exaggerated dimples that were especially prominent when they
smiled. Gleaming teeth that could have come from a toothpaste ad.
They were dressed in knit work-out suits (Jill in light blue and
Jodie in pink) with scooped fronts showing an ample amount of
cleavage. The legs were cut high at the sides, almost to the waist,
and their legs and feet appeared to be bare. Their bodies were what I
would have to describe simply as beautiful: narrow waists and wide,
full hips that blended into long slender legs; large, firm breasts and
flat tummies. Aside from the different colored suits, there was one
other means of telling them apart. The thin material at the front of
Jodie's suit showed clearly the outline of her alert nipples and I
found myself staring at them.
Following my eyes, Jodie rubbed a finger back and forth across her
right nipple and explained with a grin that they almost always stood
out like that. She seemed so bold! But when she brought her hand up to
squeeze my breast I just smiled and giggled a little, wishing the hand
were Carol's. Closing my eyes, I could easily believe that I it was
Carol cupping me there, squeezing gently.
They began to.... I don't know.... sort of inspect me? Like they
were checking out a new car, and they did everything but kick my
tires! I think it was Jill's hands on by buttocks, feeling me through
the fabric of my skirt. When she began to work the garment upward I
reached down and helped her to pull the hem up around my waist. She
slipped her fingers down inside the back of my panties at the same
time as Jodie began stroking the front and I felt suddenly weak.
Jill gripped my buttocks and pulled me tight against her pelvis,
sandwiching Jodie's hand between us. Someone nibbled the side of my
neck as Jill, her hands still down the back of my panties, spread my
buttocks and slipped her fingers downward between them. A finger
pressed firmly against my anus.
It was then that Jodie slipped away, leaving Jill and me to
ourselves. Jill's body was terribly exciting because she was so firm
in the places where she should have been soft -- more like a man. Oh,
she looked very soft and feminine, pleasing to the eye and all, but
her buttocks and thighs felt muscular and hard where Carol's were so
caress-able (if that's a word). Her breasts were quite firm too, and I
found my hands roaming back and forth between her butt and chest while
she seemed to be mostly interested in squeezing my ass, occasionally
slipping her fingers down between my cheeks. Her tongue slid in and
out of my mouth. I was nearly mesmerized by what she was doing when I
heard Jodie speak our names.
Coming up for air, so-to-speak, I turned to look in her direction.
The pink workout suit was gone, but I couldn't tell exactly what had
replaced it. She faced slightly away from us and appeared to be naked
but for a shiny black leather waistband with a narrower strap that
passed down between her buttocks and disappeared between her legs.
Jill guided me across the room to her sister, her impish expression
drawing me on.
Jodie stood in front of a small stainless steel cabinet and turned
to lean against it as we drew near. Her hands had been cupping her
breasts. Now they slid down her sides and over her hips. The fingers
seemed to glide across her skin and came to rest on either side of her
pubic mound.
Two straps attached to the waistband in front, about six inches
apart and centered on her belly. They descended to a triangular piece
of black leather that covered her mound. The lower point disappeared
between her thighs, presumably to meet the single strap I'd seen in
the rear. In the center of the black triangle was a small round hole
through which I could see the pink flesh of her mound. Glancing up to
her face, I giggled nervously. Jodie flashed a devilish grin which
sent a strange chill up my spine.
Half-turning toward the cabinet, Jodie opened a drawer and reached
in, all the while watching my face. I could tell she was watching my
expression even though my eyes followed her hand. She brought out a
large pink dildo and slid the drawer shut. I watched wide-eyed as she
turned it over to examine the base and I could see that the base was
actually a large round disc about four or five inches across. It
occurred to me that, with a shade on the head, it would make an
interesting lamp! She balanced it upright in her outstretched palm as
if reading my thoughts and giggled. Reaching down with her other hand,
she unsnapped one of the upper corners of the triangle and turned it
outward away from her body. It registered with me that her cunt was
also hairless and I watched her with great interest. She brought the
head of the dildo against the inner surface of the triangle, centering
it on the hole, twisting until the head passed through. Pushing from
one side and pulling from the other, she worked the length of the
dildo through the hole until the flat base was flush against the
triangle.
Laying the back triangle against mound, she snapped it to the strap
and turned to show me her profile. Her palms cupping her buttocks, she
began to move her hips in exaggerated fucking motions. I could not
tear my gaze from the sight of that life-like dildo spearing the air
in front of her!
I gradually became aware of Jill's body pressing against me from
behind, her hands under the front of my sweater. Her breath was warm
on my neck as she gently unhooked my bra and pulled the cups aside.
"Don't you just love the way she does that, Monica?" she asked
softly, cupping my breasts and moving them in slow circles with her
palms.
"Oh yes," I answered dreamily and closed my hands over hers on the
outside of my sweater. I pulled them tighter against my breasts and
pushed back against her groin as she mirrored her sister's movements.
Her left hand fluttered down my belly, the fingers slipping smoothly
under the band of my panties. She teased me with her finger tips,
gently massaging the soft flesh of my mound and, even though I opened
my thighs for her, her fingers continued to tease just short of the
place where I wanted to be touched!
Jodie had finished her little pantomime and was leaning casually
against the table watching us, one hand slowly stroking the shaft of
her new appendage when Jill whispered softly into my ear again ...
"Why don't we get you out of these clothes now, Monica" she suggested
in a sultry voice, and I eagerly agreed.
Lifting my arms over my head I helped her to slip my sweater off,
and when Jodie saw what was happening she quickly joined us. I was
able to catch a closer look at her dildo as she approached and
couldn't get over how life-like it looked! I could feel it against my
thigh through the fabric of my skirt as she brought her hands up to my
breasts and squeezed them gently before pushing my bra over my
shoulders and letting it fall to the floor behind me. Jill's fingers
were at the zipper of my skirt and as she eased it down slowly Jodie
pulled downward at the sides, letting it fall to the floor also.....
This left me with only my panties and, in my eagerness, I hooked my
thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down over my hips before Jodie
caught my hand.
"We'll let you know when it's time to take these off, honey," she
said, pulling them back up snugly. "There's no need to hurry."
Taking my hand, she led me to a low table and told me to make
myself comfortable, motioning toward the center with her hand. The
table was quite large, perhaps six feet square, and thickly padded. I
crawled into the center and turned to lie back on my elbows.
I watched with growing interest as Jill walked over and stood in
front of Jodie at the side of the table. Jodie deftly removed her
sister's suit by stretching it out over her shoulders and pulling it
smoothly to the floor where Jill stepped out of it and turned to sit
on the edge of the table. She lay back against me then, the gorgeous
red hair caressing my belly, and tipped her face toward me.
"Watch what we do now, Monica," she said softly.
Her buttocks were at the very edge of the table, her feet on the
floor, and as she raised her knees upward and spread her luscious
thighs Jodie moved in and stood between them. Jill lifted her head for
a moment to watch Jodie do the most remarkable thing! Jodie hunched
over and pulled the head of the dildo up to her mouth, coating it with
a generous application of saliva. As Jill's head rested against my
stomach once again, her sister guided the glistening knob up and down
between the pink, hairless lips of Jill's cunt, finally pausing long
enough to wedge it firmly at the entrance to her vagina.
I watched silently. Jill drew a deep breath as the head gradually
disappeared into her. Jodie used both hands to guide the shaft and
eased her hips forward an inch or two, drew back slightly and then
moved inward again. I watched the familiar process as Jodie moved in
and out smoothly, each time a little bit deeper as Jill's lubricant
gradually distributed itself along the shaft. The dildo was about
eight inches long and by the time Jodie had worked the full length
into her sister, Jill was moaning. I brushed my hand across her cheek
to comfort her. (I thought about the largest cock I'd ever had in me
and decided that it probably was not quite as long as Jodie's dildo so
I could imagine what Jill was feeling.) Jill smiled up at me with
glazed eyes.
Jodie, having gotten the entire dildo into her sister, was no
longer stroking, but rather just holding her pelvis rigidly pressed
against Jill's crotch. She looked at me.
"I think it's time for you to get rid of those silk panties now,
Monica," she said with a grin. "You can take Jill's place."
For a moment I was unable to move because the idea came as a shock
to me (I know, it should have been obvious). I looked down at Jill and
she smiled, lifting her head so I could get up. I got up onto my knees
and began pulling my panties down. My hands were shaking and I
remember giggling as I turned to sit so I could get them off the rest
of the way. While I was doing this, Jodie slowly stroked the dildo in
and out of her sister and watched me fumble with my panties.
"Come on, honey," Jill said. "She's got it all warmed up for you
now and it feels so good." I had no doubt that she spoke the truth.
The crotch of my panties was wet as I balled them up and tossed them
off the side of the table.
"What do I do ?" I asked stupidly. Jill still lay there and Jodie
was still doing what she was doing. They laughed as Jodie slowly drew
her hips back, withdrawing the glistening dildo. Jill rolled to the
side and reached up for my hand to pull me down where she had been.
"You lie down here as I did." Her tone was not mocking or
condescending as it could have been, but rather genuinely helpful.
"But you need to hurry so it doesn't get dry." She helped me to scoot
my butt up to the edge of the table, pushing my shoulders back as I
lowered myself down onto my elbows. "No. Lie all the way back so you
can support your knees with your hands," she instructed.
Jodie stepped between my thighs as I lifted my knees and let them
fall apart, holding them with shaking hands. Jill climbed onto the
table near my head to instruct me if necessary. It all happened so
fast that I don't really know what my reaction was, but Jill was there
stroking my cheek as Jodie slipped the thick head into me. Two smooth
strokes and the head was at my cervix. Jodie continued to push.
Looking down I could tell that she was not all the way in yet; her
mound was still a couple inches out from my crotch. I began to hyper-
ventilate, I think, because I remember hearing Jill's soft voice in my
ear telling me to breathe slowly and relax.
All I could think about was an experience with a guy a year or so
earlier. He was great looking and super nice! His was the cock I
mentioned earlier as the largest I'd ever had in me, and he hurt me
with it. We had both been really turned on. Me because I was about to
experience one of those `big cocks' I'd heard so much about -- it's
supposed to be great to be fucked with a really big one. I think he
was so turned on because he was inexperienced and inconsiderate! He
was hard and stiff. It was like jamming a hammer handle into me! I
think it would have broken before it bent or yielded, and I ended up
screaming and scratching frantically to make him stop.
But he wouldn't. He kept ramming it into me until he got himself
off. He said he thought I was screaming and clawing because he was
giving me such a `good orgasm.' As soon as I was able to get my legs
back I started kicking him, and I called him every filthy name I could
think of. I just lay there crying into the pillow as he hurried to get
dressed and leave. He called me a bunch of names too, I guess, but I
didn't hear them. I was in too much pain, and all I wanted was for him
to leave. He had bruised my uterus so badly that I felt as if someone
had beaten my insides with a club. It was weeks before the lingering
pain finally went away.
When I felt the head of Jodie's dildo against my cervix I started
to panic (in spite of the drug that was supposed to make me docile and
cooperative). Jill's soothing voice finally calmed me enough to hear
what she was telling me.
"We won't to hurt you, sweetheart," she kept saying, her lips close
to my ear as she cradled my head against her breasts. "Jodie won't go
any farther until you're ready." Her hand gently stroked my cheek.
"Try to relax now, Monica, and breathe slower," she said softly.
Her other hand massaged my groin. "Just relax and let it come in."
Jodie applied just a little more pressure.
"Let her come into you all the way, honey..... you can do it.....
that's it, sweetheart.... just breathe slow and easy.... slow and easy
..... that's it.... just a little more now....," she encouraged me in
such a gentle way that I felt the soft head pushing deeper into me,
pushing my uterus upward as she continued to rub my belly to relax my
clenched muscles.
When Jodie's mound finally pressed against the lips of my cunt, all
I could do was to giggle nervously with relief. Jodie and Jill joined
in assuring me that I was going to do just fine. The difference lay in
Jodie's willingness to go slowly and let me adjust to the length of
her, allowing my insides stretch slowly and gently instead of ramming
them like a jack-hammer.
Jodie began to move, slowly and gently at first, with short strokes
while Jill whispered encouragement in my ear. I enjoyed the feeling,
and I must admit now that there's nothing like a long thick one to let
you know you're really being fucked! She gradually lengthened her
strokes and quickened the tempo until she fell into a comfortable
rhythm, thrusting in and out smoothly while I experimented with
rocking my hips to meet her.
She brought me to the edge of a beautiful orgasm -- not the most
intense I'd ever had, but one of the most memorable -- and kept me
there for what seemed hours. I could feel my wetness trickling down
between my buttocks and was beginning to have trouble maintaining my
position because the padded table was getting wet down there .... and
it was when Jill reached down to move her fingers in little circles on
my clitoris that I finally went over the edge, gasping for breath. By
this time my legs were wrapped around Jodie's waist and I pulled her
to me firmly with each stroke, reaching up with my arms to embrace her
as she slowed to a stop and lowered her sweating body onto my own. I
could have held her there for ever. I was fulfilled.
But the moment couldn't last. Jodie spoke to me then, close into my
ear with her warm breath. "Now that we've gotten you through that,
Monica," she said, "what do you say we just have some good old
fashioned sexy fun?"
She said it in such a way that I didn't mind being deprived of my
melancholy feelings, and I told her that I'd love to! This took the
edge off and we all had a good laugh as Jill suggested what we might
do next.
"How would you like to wear Jodie's toy for a while?" Jill spoke
carefully, as if wanting to make sure that I understood each word.
"And have your wicked way with us?"
The question was so unexpected (and so kinky) that I just stared at
her with my mouth hanging open. They laughed good-naturedly at me and
I decided "Yes, I'd like that," when Jodie nodded her head at me as if
to say "It's all right."
Jill and I sat on the edge of the table (Jill sat on the wet spot
and made a playfully crude comment about my not being able to control
myself) and watched as Jodie unsnapped the leather harness at one
corner and stepped out of it. Handing it to me, she began rubbing her
hairless mound vigorously with her hand, saying something about how
sweaty it gets under there.
I stood up and managed to put the wrong foot through the leg
opening still snapped. When I pulled it up I found the triangle and
dildo behind me.
"Oh dear, Jill. I think we've got us a real pervert here!" Jodie
said with a look of shock, and we all had another good laugh as I
stepped out and turned it around. Jodie helped me get the triangle
over my mound and pulled the loose strap down from the waist to snap
it at the corner.
"How does that feel?" she asked, gripping the base of the dildo and
tugging on it. I told her that it felt comfortable as I timidly
reached down to grasp `my cock.' It was still slightly wet and
slippery, and the feel of it brought on another of my nervous giggles.
I had often fantasized about this. Oh, not about wearing a life-
like dildo and using it on someone, but about actually being a man. In
my fantasy I would make love to a beautiful woman and treat her with
tenderness and love, always attentive to her feelings and making sure
she knew how much I loved her. I know that sounds terribly corny, but
after having been with several selfish and rude men, I knew that I
would never treat a woman with anything other than love and respect.
The thing that was always missing from my fantasy was what it
actually felt like. I mean what the guy feels when he slips it into
you, and even more important, what he feels when he comes and the
semen starts shooting out! I was not so foolish as to think that I was
about to find out, but I was excited just the same! I would look down
at a beautiful woman and see the pleasure on her face; the pleasure
she would feel as I was actually fucking her!
Jill's voice pulled me out of my day-dreaming and I had to ask her
to repeat what she had said.
"I said `Which one of us would you like first?'" Jodie sat next to
her on the edge of the table and they were watching me expectantly.
"Don't worry about hurting the other's feelings, Monica," Jodie
offered. "You'll get to do us both...."
I can't begin to explain how I made up my mind (it didn't really
matter anyway, like Jodie said) but I looked into Jill's eyes for a
long time before speaking.
"I'd like to make love to you first," I said softly, my voice
barely audible even to myself. I quickly glanced at Jodie and was glad
to see the same friendly expression as before -- it really didn't
matter to them.
Jill smiled and giggled just a little as she let herself fall back
gently onto the table. Jodie motioned me with her hand to come closer
as she sat next to her sister's widely spread thighs. I stepped up
hesitantly and found that I could not take my eyes from Jill's cunt!
She was wet; moisture glistened on her blushing lips and I used my
hand as Jodie had done, guiding the head of my cock to it's beautiful
target.
Her hot wetness warmed my fingers as I eased the head between her
lips and moved it gently up and down. I glanced at her face and was
pleased to see a look of pleasure there, even though her eyes were
closed. She appeared to be in deep concentration as I applied a small
amount of pressure with my pelvis. God, this was so kinky I couldn't
believe I was actually doing it!
"Don't be too careful, honey," Jodie offered softly, her hand
resting gently on my nervously quivering buttocks. "Go ahead and do
it, Monica."
I pushed in a little deeper until I felt some resistance and pulled
back slightly to draw some of the lubricant from her. Now forward
again and a few more inches of the thick shaft disappeared into her.
By the time I had introduced the entire length into her she was
smiling dreamily and breathing deeply. I watched her wonderful breasts
rise and fall and pressed forward between her thighs, making sure that
I was as deep as possible. I was surprised to feel just the slightest
bit of movement transmitted back to my mound through the length of the
dildo as she sucked her belly in and out slowly as if helping to
`rearrange things in there.'
I grasped her firm thighs with my hands, my thumbs resting on
either side of her erect clitoris, and began to move slowly in and out
of her. Again, I was surprised at the amount of pull necessary to draw
the dildo out, retrieving about half of it before gliding back in. It
took me a little while to get coordinated, but before long I was
stroking in and out of her with a comfortable and steady rhythm.
Jill remained silent except for an occasional loud sigh or a soft
groan as she rocked her hips to match my thrusts. Jodie offered
encouragement, assuring me that I was doing just fine. `Fucking like a
pro-stud' was the way she put it. I had to giggle at that comment, and
I was further encouraged by Jill.
"Oh yes," she said softly as I quickened the tempo. Jodie's hand
remained on my buttocks, a guiding hand if you like, urging me on as I
began to hear flesh slapping flesh. The front of my thighs striking
Jill's buttocks made the most delicious sound, and I felt a familiar
tingle in my clitoris as the constant thrusting caused the inner
surface of the triangle to rub me there.
A dull ache grew in my lower back as I strained to use my muscles
in this new and exciting way. I was glad to see the signs of Jill's
approaching orgasm. Her hips lost some of their steady rhythm, and she
thrust her crotch to meet my stokes more forcefully. Her breathing was
erratic and when she released the grip on her knees, she reached for
me with her arms, just as I had done! I leaned forward onto her body
as her arms and legs closed around me. Her legs gripped my buttocks
and held me firmly in place as she ground her crotch against my mound.
The breath whistled between her clenched teeth as she hugged me. I
kissed her cheek and neck as her breathing began to slow.
When Jill opened her eyes to look at me, she smiled warmly and
kissed me full on the mouth. "I've always said that women are the
greatest lovers," she said, with a tone that told me this was no empty
remark; she genuinely meant it.
Jodie wasted no time in reminding me that it was her turn. I was
about to say something about being really tired in my back when she
suggested that I lie down and let her "ride" me. That sounded great.
Why not get kinky since we'd gone so far already!
I sat on the edge of the table and scuttled toward the middle.
Lying back and holding "my cock" upright I grinned at them. Jodie told
me to scoot back out to the edge; it would work better that way. I
didn't see what difference it would make, but quickly obliged. She put
me in nearly the same position as before except that I didn't need to
hold my knees up -- instead, my feet rested comfortably on the floor
as she climbed onto the table next to me.
Jodie swung a leg over and straddled my hips. Reaching down between
her thighs, she caught the dildo in her hand. She guided the head up
between the lips of her cunt and lower her hips. I could feel the
downward pressure against my mound and used my hand to keep the dildo
straight for her. She was looking at my face, but had a glazed look as
though her thoughts were somewhere else. Doubtless they were.
After a few rocking and lifting motions of her hips she was able to
sit down fully on my pelvis. She sat there for a few moments, slowly
moving her crotch against me and then leaned forward to put her hands
on the table next to my shoulders, supporting her upper body while she
began moving her cunt up and down on "my cock." It was obvious that
she was enjoying herself as she smiled down at me with a dreamy look
and I began to experiment with my own pelvis, sort of thrusting upward
gently to meet her as she came down.....
We quickly established a nice steady rhythm and my mind began to
wander a little. I wondered what Jill was doing and turned my head to
look. I could see that she was behind the table but wasn't able to see
what she was doing. Jodie was apparently watching her though, because
she nodded and said: "Oh yes. That's nice. She'll love it."
My curiosity was soon satisfied. I had returned my attention to
Jodie, thrusting upward into her and squeezing her breasts with both
hands when Jill came around the table into my field of view. She wore
a harness identical to mine, but the dildo it held was about four
inches longer! It wasn't any thicker, but it appeared to be about
twelve inches long and she supported it with her hand as she stood at
the edge of the table just to the left of my knees.
"Oh, come on now, Monica," she laughed in delight at my expression.
"You guessed it," she said. "I'm going to fuck Jodie up the ass while
she rides you!"
Jodie continued to rhythmically slide up and down the length of "my
cock," but I had become perfectly still, watching Jill. She had a
large tube of the familiar K-Y jelly in her other hand and she let the
dildo sag in front of her while she used both hands to twist the cap
off. My God! The thing hung nearly to her knees and I was having a
hard time believing she would really shove it up Jodie's ass. As if
reading my thoughts, Jodie put her hand on my shoulder to get my
attention.
"It's great, Monica," she said with obvious sincerity. "You haven't
been properly fucked until you've had it this way." Then, almost an
afterthought: "You'll get it in a little while, and see what I mean."
Jill squeezed a large blob of the jelly into her palm and coated
the head and shaft of her dildo. It glistened brightly in the light as
it drooped in front of her again while she replaced the cap. She moved
up behind her sister then and I couldn't actually see what she was
doing but I suspected she was smearing some of the K-Y around Jodie's
anus. Maybe slipping a finger into her, too, I thought, as Jodie
moaned softly in pleasure.
Jodie stopped riding me for a moment and reached back with her
hand, apparently to assist Jill. It almost scared me when she suddenly
dropped her head onto my chest. She shuddered violently and her moans
grew louder. I tried to comfort her, hugging her to me and rubbing her
back. Jill was moving her lower body then, and I felt her knees
rubbing against my inner thighs as she began moving to and fro.
"It's so good...." Jodie murmured, lifting her face to look at me.
She remained still for until Jill begin to speed the tempo of her
thrusts. Eyes tightly closed, Jodie raised herself from my breast and
supported herself with her hands. Again she began to rock forward and
back. A babble of ecstatic sound poured from her mouth and I found
myself wondering when it would be "my turn."
Jodie had a few brief periods of relative calm, but for the most
part was a wild woman. She thrust her buttocks violently onto our
well-oiled dildos, each thrust punctuated by a loud groan or moan or
an occasional instruction. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she pleaded.
I was enthralled. When Jodie collapsed onto me in a sweating and
panting heap, I couldn't wait to discover what all the excitement was
about!
Conscious again at last, Jodie rolled off me and reached down to
unsnap my harness.
"Are you ready to give it a try now, Monica?" she asked, looking
into my eyes attentively. I assured her that I was indeed ready. With
trembling fingers I slipped the harness off and handed it to her. She
knelt on the table to adjust it and when she had finished, scooted to
the edge and assumed my previous position.
As I swung my leg across her, I had a sudden moment of doubt. Did I
really want to go through with this? Jill reached out to stroke my
buttocks gently.
"Go ahead, sweet-heart," she said softly. "Don't worry. I think
you'll really like it once we get started."
All I needed was a little reassurance, and Jill's words were
enough. Raising my hips over Jodie, I reached down as she had done,
excited and nervous, and felt for and found the dildo. I guided the
head to my vagina and lowered myself, a little surprised at the ease
with which it slid in.
I took a few experimental strokes up and down, feeling absolutely
vibrant as I watched over my shoulder. Jill quickly applied more K-Y
to her incredibly long dildo and stepped up close behind me. My breath
caught throat for a moment when she slipped first one and then another
finger into my rectum, swivelling them around slowly. Jodie's hands
cupped my breasts and she spoke to me in a soothing voice. I never did
know what it was that she was saying, but her voice sounded nice. Then
Jill's hand grasped my hip and the knob pushed against my anus. I
reached back to feel it slip between my fingers and slide a few inches
up into me.
Suddenly weak, I understood why Jodie had rested her head on my
breasts at this point and felt compelled to do likewise. She hugged me
gently and stroked her hands up and down my back as I tried to relax
my rectum. I felt Jill reach the point where my bowel turned sideways.
At Jill's direction I sucked my belly in and out slowly and think I
helped her navigate the turn.
It was much like the measurement during my first visit, but this
time the sense fullness was more intense.... and it was heavenly, just
as Jodie had said it would be. Jill now had both hands on my hips,
pulling me to her as she pushed ever deeper with the dildo. Just as I
was about to scream that I couldn't take any more, her mound pressed
firmly against my buttocks. I had taken it all.
"Are you alright, honey?" Jill asked softly while Jodie continued
to stroke my back and hold me to her breast. I lifted my self up onto
my hands then and nodded, feeling woozy and wonderful.
"You were right," I smiled at Jodie, hearing the strangeness in my
voice as I tried to talk. They both laughed and I leaned forward
experimentally, pulling my body up from them and feeling the most
delicious sensation as the head of Jill's dildo sucked itself free and
slid back a few inches.
Well, that was the beginning of a wonderful learning experience for
me and I can assure you that I enjoyed it every bit as much as Jodie
had seemed to. The long thick dildos thrusting in and out gave me many
orgasms and I was exhausted when I finally collapsed onto Jodie,
unable to continue even though I would have loved to!
When I rolled off, we spent a few minutes talking about what we had
done. When my escort came to fetch me I dressed and went home a
washed-out but very happy woman. Monday was coming. How could I
possibly wait that long?
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