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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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