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My Friends the Allens -- The New Toy
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story contains graphic accounts of sexual
relations between consenting adults.  If you are a minor,
a U.S. Senator, or anyone else whose brain implodes
when exposed to such things, stop reading now, and go
take a cold shower.
= = =

I didn't know they MADE double-ended strap-on vibrating dildos!

But I was lucky enough to be over visiting Pat and Julie Allen
when one arrived, UPS.  Julie almost squealed with delight when
Pat, with a big grin, pulled it out of its box.  "Miranda is SO
thoughtful!"  It was a gift, or a payment, or a move in some
complex female game, from Miranda Brannigan, the lovely petite
Chinese-Irish friend of Julie's from Vancouver.

It was a big strange offwhite thing, like two unnaturally large
cocks joined at the base, at a shallow angle, with straps and a
couple of buttons in the center.  The girls passed it back and
forth, examining its features gleefully.  Julie put one end
between her lips and sucked suggestively, looking deeply into
her sister's eyes.  Then they both burst out laughing, just as
the doorbell rang.  I went to open it.

"Oh, hi!" said the woman in the hallway, "I'm just returning
this to Pat."  She tossed a book onto the table beside the door.
Then, looking into the room, her eyes lit on the device.

"Ooooohhh!  New toy?"

"Yep," said Pat, "interested?"

"I'm not sure if that device is legal in this county, Miss.  I
may have to confiscate it."  Sondra Hernandez, the woman in the
hall, is a cop, although in her jeans and her Coors t-shirt, she
was obviously off duty.

"Wouldn't you like to help us try it out first?" Julie asked,
with a suggestive little thrust of her hips.  She was spreading
K-Y jelly over the ribbed ends of the toy.

"If that's a bribe, count me in!" Sondra said, and strode into
the room.  I closed the door after her and followed.

Pat and Julie calmly and beautifully began to undress.  Feeling
like a little boy in a candy store, I sat watching, trying to be
inconspicuous.  Pat pulled her sweater off over her head, and
reached behind herself to undo her bra.  Her full heavy breasts
jutted forward marvelously.  Julie unbuttoned her shirt and slid
out of it; her breasts, small and exquisite, jiggled slightly as
she freed them.

Something poked me in the ribs.  "You, too!" prodded Sondra,
taking off her own t-shirt and bra.  Breasts five and six were
conical, golden, and altogether luscious.  I swallowed hard and
started to slip out of my own clothes.  I had a bit of trouble
getting out of my undershorts; there was something in the way.

Naked and completely unselfconscious, Pat and Julie stood for
a moment looking at each other.  I sat on the couch, my penis
coming quickly to attention, and my skin prickling.  Sondra
plopped down beside me, her thin muscular haunch up against
my hip.  Pat looked over at her.  "You don't mind if we try
it out first?" she asked, "It's only got two ends, I'm afraid."

"No problem," replied Sondra, and she turned to look at me.
"I'll be fine."  My pulse raced faster; Sondra and I had been
lovers just once, in unusual circumstances in a dark alley, and
if she was interested in trying it again in slightly more normal
conditions, I was all for it.  She is a thin but curvy woman,
strong and quick, with dirty blonde hair cut close to her head,
and hot challenging eyes.

Pat stepped forward and took Julie in her arms.  The sisters
kissed softly, eyes open, their lovely pink lips meeting gently
and delicately, old friends.  Then Julie closed her eyes and
opened her mouth, and they hugged harder as they kissed, their
naked bodies twining together.  After a long moment, Pat came
up for air.  "Have to get the natural lubrication going," she
commented, and then thrust her tongue back into Julie's mouth
before Julie could reply.  Julie moaned and bent one knee,
sliding her leg up Pat's, and rubbing her pussy against her
sister's body.  Pat's hands slid to Julie's lovely ass and
pressed the tan globes tighter against her.  I heard Sondra
sigh beside me, and she ran one hand along my knee.  I moved
as if to turn toward her, but she squirmed around and I ended
up with an arm around her instead, the two of us just sitting
and watching the sisters.

Pat pressed Julie down into the armchair and, holding the toy
in one hand, gently parted her sister's thighs with the other.
Julie put her arms above her head, eyes closed, and rocked her
hips forward toward her sister.  Her lovely nineteen-year-old
body was stretched out on the chair, a picture of receptive
lust.  Pat bent down and kissed her delicately on the smooth
skin of her inner thigh, then again on her labia.  She sighed.

Pat's left hand rubbed gently against Julie's vulva, and then
opened her, moving the lips apart to allow the oiled head of
the dildo to enter her.  The head moved slowly into her cunt,
and she spread her legs farther apart to accommodate it.  When
it was in an inch, Pat slid it back out, and then pressed it in
again, deeper this time, rubbing the skin by Julie's clit with
a finger at the same time.  Julie moaned and wriggled on the
chair.  "Oh, God, Pat, oh God just put it IN!" and she pushed
herself forward against the wet plastic.  Pat grinned and with
a single motion buried the dildo in Julie's body, all the way
up to the central curve.  With a long "AAAaaaahhh!", Julie
shuddered, then relaxed and opened her eyes.

"Oh, very NICE!" she said, drawing the black leather strap
around her waist and cinching it up.  The other end of the toy
stuck out from between her legs.  It wasn't quite the right
shape for a natural cock, but the sight of it sticking out from
between her gorgeous thighs was bizarre.  And somehow very sexy.

Julie stood up, carefully, and took a few steps, her breathing
not quite steady.  Standing in the center of the rug, she put
her hands on her hips, thrust forward with the protruding cock,
and declared, "Look at me!  Today, I am a MAN!"  We all laughed.

Then Pat's voice got flat and serious.  "Turn it on," she said.
Julie's eyes widened.  "Turn it on," her older sister repeated,
a little louder.  Tentatively, Julie moved one hand down to the
thing between her legs, just touching the tiny switch.  Pat
looked her in the eyes and nodded.  Julie looked up at the
ceiling and turned the switch.  Instantly, the dildo began to
hum and vibrate, becoming slightly blurry, like the end of an
electric toothbrush.  Julie moaned deep and low.  Her eyes
closed.  A flush began to creep up her stomach, and she sank
slowly to her knees, her mouth open, the hard warm plastic of
the toy vibrating maniacally inside her, and thrumming against
the tender stiffness of her clit.

I could smell the wetness of Sondra's pussy as she sat in
fascination beside me.  I stroked one hand up her outer thigh,
up her side, and over to one lovely nipple.  As Julie began to
topple over backwards on the rug, I took Sondra's nipple between
two fingers, and teased it erect.  Then I pulled it gently.
Sondra licked her lips, and her hand moved from my knee to my
lap, fingers encircling my engorged penis.  Still watching the
sisters on the rug, she began to squeeze and stroke.

Pat went to her sister, lowering her gently to the floor and
covering her with her body.  Their mouths met again, and Julie's
hands roamed over her sister's neck and breasts.  Pat reached
down and guided the exposed end of the dildo, still humming and
vibrating, in between her own thighs, and set the head against
her opening.  Sondra's fingers moved maddeningly up and down
over my cock.  I moved my hand down her body and between her
legs, and she spread her legs and groaned softly.

"OOOooooohhh, yes," crooned Julie as Pat moved on top of her,
slowly impaling herself with the plastic dong.  "OOOooooohhhh!"
Every time Pat raised or lowered herself on her end of the toy,
the other end moved deep inside Julie's streaming cunt, and the
tension and pleasure between her legs was, from the sound of it,
almost too much to bear.  Pat's head was back, her eyes closed,
her mouth open as she finally took it in entirely, her hips
against her sister's hips, her breasts swaying against her
sister's face.  Julie took Pat's left breast in her hand and
squeezed it, and licked and sucked at the nipple as Pat began
to move her hips rhythmically, fucking herself and her sister
simultaneously with the whirring dildo.

I moved my fingers more insistently against Sondra's sopping
pussy, and she threw her head back and moaned.  Then she took
her hand from my cock, swung one leg across me, and she was
in my lap, straddling me, her vulva against my throbbing penis,
her mouth on mine, her lips open, her body a hot naked weight
on my legs.  I explored her mouth luxuriously with my tongue,
and slid my cock up and down over the wet fur of her cunt.

She groaned and broke off the kiss.  With her lips by my ear
and her breath fast and urgent, she reached between us and
slid my cock into her.  Over her shoulder, on the rug, Pat
and Julie were fucking with abandon, Pat's lovely ass pumping
up and down as they both began to come, kissing and moaning
and screaming as their bodies rubbed together and the tireless
hot dildo moved inside them.  I felt my cock hard and throbbing
buried in Sondra, and she started to move.

The sweet muscular walls of Sondra's cunt slid over the thin
taut skin of my penis, up and down, over and over, and we kissed
and we gasped in each other's arms.  "OH yeah OH yeah" she
breathed, moving her ass faster and harder on my lap, lost in
bliss and heat.  The girls on the rug came and kissed and cried
out and came again and finally rolled apart, Julie desparately
switching off the vibrator and, with a little scream, pulling
the long shiny staff out of her pussy.  Sondra, on my lap, began
to come, biting at my shoulder and cursing hotly into my ear.

As her cunt squeezed and sucked at me, I kissed her long and
hard on the mouth, and her lips were like strong wine.  Her
orgasm peaked, and she rocked her shoulders from side to side,
her breasts rubbing against my chest, her cunt contracting in
waves of pleasure around me, and I swelled and hardened and
kissed her again and came, streams of semen erupting from my
cock, spikes of pleasure tearing through my body, my cum filling
her hot dark inwardness.  "Ah!" she shouted, whispered, "ah, ah,
God, ah fill me up, ah FUCK me!" as we came together on the
couch.

Contented moans, sighs, and the smell of love, peace after sweet
violence.  We all looked at each other; the room was webbed with
lines of eye-contact and happy grins.  Julie stretched and
rolled over on the rug.  Sondra toppled from my lap and lay back
on the couch, her calves on my legs.  Pat played idly with the
dildo.  Time passed without resistance.

"Sondra?" said Pat, "There's something I've always wanted to
try."  Sondra grinned at me and got up, to stand before Pat,
feet apart and hands on her hips, lovely and wiry, her pussy
moist and glistening with our mixed juices.  "I'm all yours!"
she said.

Pat smiled.  "Get down on all fours."  Sondra's eyes widened,
but she obeyed.  Her breasts hung marvelously from her body.
She looked over her shoulder, watching as Pat, with a shudder,
slipped one end of the dildo inside herself, and secured the
leather strap behind her.  "Uh-oh," said Sandra, spreading her
thighs a bit further apart, and bracing herself with her arms.

Pat knelt behind Sondra, the ivory dong protruding eerily from
between her sticky thighs.  She took the tip of the exposed end
in her hand and slipped it between Sondra's legs and into her
cunt.  "Oooh, that's BIG!" Sondra gasped, as Pat slowly thrust
her body forward, penetrating her from behind.

Pat wrapped her hands around Sondra's hips and moved slowly in
and out, forcing the shaft further into her.  "OH!" said Sondra,
"Oh, PAT!  OH, you're FUCKING ME!"  Pat's mouth was open again,
her breathing rough.  The sight was incredible; Sondra naked and
sweaty, her body rocking, as Pat fucked her doggie-style, her
big breasts bouncing and her hips thrusting as the dildo slid
in and out of her, in and out of Sondra.  Pat reached down and
turned the switch, and both women moaned, moving more urgently
against each other, flesh on flesh, Sondra's breasts swaying and
Pat's hips thrusting against her.  Both of them came quickly and
hard, and collapsed in a heap on the rug, the toy tossed to one
side.  They kissed for a long exhausted moment.

"So, Sondra," called Julie from where she'd been watching on
the rug, "having tried both the natural and the artificial
product, can you tell our viewers which one you prefer?"

Sondra looked up at me from where she lay entwined with Pat.
"Oh, I dunno," she said, grinning broadly, "I think we ought
to do some more tests."

AAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhh...


My Friends the Allens -- The New Toy
by Mark Aster
The End

