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Subject: Story "Monica" Part III
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http://www.incesttabooo.com/monica03.html
Monica
******* 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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