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Deborah: Closure

The final part of the ‘Deborah’ story; follows on from the first two so read those first to get the most out of this one

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Frame House Fuck

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Kitty’s Reward

Hi, It’s Kitty. Let me tell you a little about me and my owner. I am 5’2″,brown hair, brown eyes, and a 36C. My Owner is 5’6″, blue eyes, blonde hair, and very muscular. We decided to write this story because we wanted to play around with ideas for the future. We hope you like it. Lets us know what you think. 😉

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Camp (part two) unfinished version

Short part of the second chapter, not done, full of mistakes and doesn’t completely follow the first chapter, don’t care if people hate it, write it during early hours of the morning (12am – 2am)

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Camp (long story)

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The Violated Virgin by Ward Fulton Chapter 6

Chapter 6
The voice of the psychology instructor droned on, and Suzanne stared
blankly up at the podium, only catching an occasional word he said. She
had always liked her psychology class, not only because of the
instructor who happened to be rather handsome, but because of her
interest in the subject in relations to her project with the poorer
classes in the neighborhood. Yet today she found her interest
wandering, her mind too filled with other thoughts.
She suddenly became aware he was addressing her.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, feeling very foolish. “I didn’t catch
that.”
The instructor smiled.
“I was saying that many people are under the impression that the poorer
classes are more sexually active because it is the one entertainment
that costs them nothing. Have you found anything in your recent studies
to substantiate this theory?”
Suzanne flushed, and in her mind she saw again the three boys, naked in
her living room, and her own body heaving beneath their attack.
“Er … Well …” she began, “I really haven’t done enough research
yet. But it sounds reasonable, don’t you think?”
The instructor smiled. “Not necessarily. Statistics show that there is
just as much promiscuity among the more affluent classes. I personally
do not think that poverty necessarily means a higher rate of sexual
activity. After all, individual sex drives are not predicated on
economic status. However, the illegitimate birth rate among the poor
seems to indicate that they perhaps do not have as much regard for the
consequences of their actions, and do not invest in contraceptive
devices to the same degree as the rich. One of the tragedies of the
lower income groups is their unusually high family size, which only
compounds their unfortunate economic position.”
A student raised his hand.
“Perhaps the poor indulge in large families as a gesture of
accomplishment,” he said. “It is the one function they can perform
without training. It’s like they feel they might not be able to work
their way up to a position of social eminence, or professional
respectability, so they prove themselves biologically instead of
intellectually.”
The instructor laughed. “Interesting, but I don’t think valid, in view
of research. Most economically deprived fathers are more interested in
satisfying their sex drive than their urge for social recognition.”
The young man was not to be put off.
“What about the kids, though?” he persisted. “I’ve talked to some who
feel they’ve really made it when they can ball a rich chick instead of
someone in their own neighborhood. And there’re lots of girls from
Grosse Pointe who’ll go with a guy from a poor neighborhood because of
the kicks involved. You know, the idea of slumming, of being manhandled
forcibly to satisfy some masochistic tendency.”
“Ah.” The instructor raised his eyebrows. “That’s something else again.
True, many women will achieve greater sexual satisfaction from a
violent sexual encounter rather than the more refined or sophisticated
approach. And presuming that a young man from a rough neighborhood will
be more sexually aggressive, there is the sadistic impulse to prove
himself with a girl from a more refined background. And some girls will
often enjoy such encounters out of a perverse streak in their nature,
the desire to be degraded out of guilt for their affluent upbringing.”
Suzanne felt a slow flush creeping up her neck, and then her face was
scarlet, and she dropped her eyes, hoping that no one would notice or
comment. Inside her, she recognized her own reactions, the feeling she
had that morning in the bathtub as she visualized herself being
violated by the three boys. Despite the fear, there had been a strong
element of earthy satisfaction from the experience. She had enjoyed it,
and she knew she would want it to happen again. Maybe not under the
same frightening conditions, but definitely the physical reactions she
found more than usually stimulating. And she knew it was because the
boys were different from any she had socialized with before. Her Grosse
Pointe boyfriends were knowledgeable in the social graces; their speech
and manners were sophisticated; their enforced respect of her was a
barrier to the type of harsh physical manhandling she had endured the
last two days in her apartment. And yet despite their lack of
refinement, they had touched a pagan spark buried deep within her, a
spark now flaring with a consuming passion that excited her responses
at the very thought of it happening again.
“Tell me, Suzanne, you have made contact with one family, I believe?”
The instructor was addressing her again. Oh, God, she hoped no one
would observe her flushed condition.
She nodded.
“There have been young men in the family?”
“Yes, two brothers,” she replied, a little hesitantly. “One is sixteen,
I think, the other about two years older.”
“Have you felt any desire on their part to deepen their contact with
you, maybe an indelicate suggestion, or have they been keeping their
distance?”
She flushed. “I … I wouldn’t let them …” she began, and the
instructor cut her short.
“I’m not intimating that you would,” he said brusquely. “But you can
tell whether there might be the desire on their part.”
“I would think that perhaps they might,” she said slowly. “But on every
occasion I have talked with them while their mother was present.
They’re not particularly well educated, though the younger one seems to
have some promise. I feel he shows more potential than his older
brother, who’s just a little hood, I’d say.”
The instructor smiled. “Thank you, Suzanne. We’ll be interested in
hearing more when you’ve completed your study of this family.”
Suzanne smiled, and looked down at her books again. She felt humiliated
at even having to discuss the boys, yet she knew it was only her
conscience bothering her; no one knew about what had happened. No one
but Yvonne and Carole, and she knew they wouldn’t talk.
The class ended, and she stumbled to the door, thankful to get out of
the close confines of the room and out into the fresh air. She took a
deep breath and began walking back to her apartment. She saw Carole in
the distance, and they waved at each other. Then as she turned the
corner on to Hancock, she saw a familiar figure in blue jeans and a
dirty shirt, lounging against the concrete abutment surrounding the
campus. Her heart almost stopped, but she continued walking, biting her
lips in fear.
“Hi, Suzanne,” said Donald, his young face breaking into a broad smile.
“You okay today?”
“Yes, but no thanks to you,” she snapped, walking past him. He fell
into step with her, and she glared at him.
“Donald, if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to call the police,”
she said uncertainly. “And what’s more, I’ll speak to your mother about
what’s happened.”
Donald giggled. “That won’t help. Ted’s already told her we screwed
you.”
“He … he what?” she gasped, stopping in her tracks and staring at him
disbelievingly.
“It’s true. He doesn’t care.”
“And you do, I suppose?”
He paused awkwardly.
“I … I like you, Suzanne. You know that, don’t you? I’m really sorry
about everything, but I still like you. I’d like to do it again with
you, just you and me, nice and quiet.”
“You’re a degenerate, like your brother,” she snapped heatedly. “So
don’t try and sweet talk me now.” She paused, her chest heaving with
emotion. “What did your mother say?”
Donald laughed. “She said he’d better watch out, that was all. She
doesn’t care. She’s too busy makin’ out with her own boyfriends. She
fucks around quite a bit.”
Suzanne gasped. “In your house? With you boys there?”
“Sure. What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, if you don’t know, there’s no sense telling you,” said Suzanne,
pushing past him. “Goodbye, Donald, and don’t try to follow me. I never
want to see you again.”
He stood still, looking at her retreating form walking quickly up the
sidewalk.
“Hey.”
She stopped, and looked back.
“See ya.” He waved and grinned at her. With beating heart, Suzanne
turned and almost ran the rest of the way back to her apartment. She
let herself in, slammed the door, and locked it. Then she collapsed on
the couch, her body shaking.
Oh, God, she murmured to herself, oh what’ll I do if they come back?
She closed her eyes and rested until her heart had quieted down and her
limbs had stopped shaking.
The gall of that boy! And telling their mother what they had done. What
sort of people were they? Were they completely lacking in moral
scruples? Had they no sense of decency at all? And yet he had confessed
he liked her and wanted to be with her again, just the two of them. She
was right. She had sensed a quality of tenderness in him before, and
she knew that taken away from his brother, his mother and his
environment, Donald could well shape into a worthwhile man. But did she
care? Did she really care what happened to this teenage rapist who had
forced himself upon her in much the same fashion as his brother and the
colored boy? No, she didn’t; but she couldn’t deny the response she
felt in her loins for him.
She was reminded of Yvonne’s frank discussion about Jeff, about men’s
sex appeal and the size of their organs. Donald’s penis was definitely
appealing to her. Unlike the gross size and thickness of his brother,
or Clayton’s massive dark-skinned shaft, Donald’s penis was smooth,
white and sensual-looking. While he might not have displayed as much
animal ferocity as the others, he had a technique which she found
immensely satisfying, and the penetration of his organ was infinitely
fulfilling for her. If she could only get Donald away from the others,
away from his present environment … Suzanne shook her head and sat
up, wiping her eyes. This was ridiculous, she thought; it was Sam she
really wanted. Sam was the man of her dreams, the one she loved, and so
what was this perverse fantasy over a slum boy whose only appeal lay in
the seven inches of hard flesh he projected between his legs? Sam had
just as much, she felt sure, and Sam would certainly be tender, gentle
and when aroused, probably just as forcefully aggressive to appeal to
her animal instincts. Yes, Sam it was; not Donald. But when the hell
was he coming home? Oh, Sam, Sam …
She walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her burning
face. She patted herself dry, and felt better. She went over to the
desk, opened her books, and began to study.
* * *
The sun had just dipped below the skyline when Suzanne realized she had
been sitting at her desk for several hours, absorbed in her work. The
clatter of footsteps on the stairs broke into her thoughts, and she
felt a pang of apprehension until she realized it must be a woman; the
noise of heels was unmistakable.
“Hey, Suzanne, you home?”
Carole’s cheerful voice rang out, and Suzanne walked quickly over to
the door, unlocked it, and let the girl in.
“Wow, I’m bushed,” she said, collapsing on the couch as Suzanne closed
the door and locked it again. “How are you feeling today?”
Suzanne grinned. “Oh, I’m fine.”
“Any sign of those monsters?”
“No, but I ran into Donald on campus. He must’ve been waiting to talk
to me. He said he wanted us to ball again, just him and me.”
Carole snorted. “I hope you kicked him right in the crotch.”
“No, I told him if he didn’t stop bothering me, I’d call the police.
But you know something? I threatened to tell his mother, and he said
Ted had already told what happened, and the woman wasn’t fazed at all.
Can you beat that?”
Carol shrugged. “Typical. These mothers are nothing but legalized
whores. I’ve yet to meet one that has any semblance of dignity or
decency. It’s sad, it really is. I guess they’re not much better than
animals. It’s a pity they can’t be segregated somewhere away from the
rest of us who know how to live a clean life.”
Suzanne giggled. “Maybe so, but then there’re some who might say the
same about you and Yvonne.”
Carole’s eyes widened. “Oh, knock it off!” she exploded. “You’re mixing
apples and pears. Don’t tell me you put me in the same category?”
“Of course not,” said Suzanne quickly. “I was just trying to be
objective.”
Carole sniffed. “After last night, you have no basis for being
objective, dear,” she commented softly. She stared at Suzanne for a
moment. “You’re terribly nice, you know. In bed, I mean.”
“Thanks. I can use a few compliments.”
They both laughed, and Carole lit a cigarette.
“Jeez, I really am tired. Two classes today, and an interview about a
part-time job.”
“Tell you what,” said Suzanne. “Why don’t you and Yvonne have dinner
here with me tonight? I’ve got a whole mess of stuff in the
refrigerator. Come on, I’d love to.”
Carole smiled. “Oh, you certainly know the right things to say at the
right time,” she murmured. “It’s a deal. Yvonne’ll be home soon. You
plan to eat early? I’m actually starved.”
“Whenever you want,” replied Suzanne, moving into the kitchen. “I’ll
start right away.”
“Okay,” said Carole, rising. “I’ll go clean up and put on my robe, and
when Yvonne gets home, we’ll come up. Okay?”
She went over to the door. “Hey, Suzanne, come and lock the door behind
me.” She giggled as Suzanne came into the room. “We don’t want any
unwanted company, now, do we?”
“You bet.”
Suzanne locked the door behind her, and went back into the kitchen,
humming to herself. She felt her spirits rising at the prospect of
company. She remembered her thoughts the night before, seeing the
closeness between Yvonne and Carole. Well, if she didn’t have a
roommate, at least she’d be having some good company, and she looked
forward to a good dinner with pleasant conversation and afterwards …
Suzanne grinned to herself wickedly. Who knows? She thought maybe
afterwards they might all roll into bed again. It was fun, she had to
admit; it was real fun, and wonderful sex. Just at the thought, she
felt a twinge within her and a tingle in her loins. Yes, it just might
be a wonderful evening again. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Efficiently she took a canned ham off the shelf, opened it, and placed
it in a casserole, covering it with a small can of sliced peaches and a
few cloves. She popped it into the oven, and then paused a moment,
looking at the boxes of frozen vegetables in the freezer compartment.
She decided on peas and cauliflower and broke open the packages,
placing the vegetables together in one large pan, filling it with water
and placing it on the top burner. What about dessert? She had half a
layer cake left over. Cake and ice cream, she thought. Easy and
appealing. Fine. That’s what it would be.
By the time Yvonne and Carole clattered up the stairs from their
apartment, both in their robes and slippers, Suzanne had changed her
clothes herself, put on her terrycloth robe, and had laid the table for
three. The twilight outside had given way to darkness, and the
apartment had a warm, cozy atmosphere that soothed her nerves. She felt
they were going to have a nice pleasant meal and a relaxing evening
together afterwards.
“Hi, doll,” said Yvonne, coming over and giving her a squeeze around
the waist. “I hear you’re playing cook tonight?”
“Uh-huh. And I hope you’ll like it.”
“Anything’s fine, boobsy, tonight I could eat a horse,” said Yvonne,
flopping into a chair and reaching for her cigarettes. “Carole tells me
you met one of the kids today.”
“Yes. I told him to get the hell away from me.”
“Good for you. I still think they’ll try and see you again, so be
careful.”
“I am. That front door’s locked and it’s going to stay that way. If I
hear them outside, I’m calling the police.”
“Now you’re talking. Say, I had a wild idea today. I thought maybe I
could get three well-built guys over here some night and hide them in
the bathroom, and then you invite those little bastards over, and
they’d get a beating they wouldn’t forget. I know a few guys who’d love
to avenge your sullied virtue. Jeff for one, I’m sure.”
Suzanne grinned. “It sounds great, but I’d rather let well enough
alone. You know something, though …” She paused a moment, and
giggled. “I was thinking about Donald. On his own, he wouldn’t be bad
to take. I mean, he does have a real nice face, and his body’s well-
built, and …”
“And his cock’s gorgeous, I know, I know,” Yvonne interrupted her.
“Listen, you horny little sex maniac, he may have been great when he
finally got with it, but that doesn’t mean you’re to start anything
going with a tramp like that. If you’re horny, I’ve got plenty of guys
who’d just love to come over and screw you. To say nothing of Carole
and me, incidentally.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not thinking about it,” Suzanne said soberly. “But I
just feel sorry for him. He could be a real nice kid, away from that
family and the neighborhood.”
“Well, you keep your altruistic feelings for those who deserve them,”
said Carole. “You’re not out of the woods yet, remember. If you have
your period, you can breathe easily. Oh, by the way, did you go to a
doctor?”
Suzanne shook her head. “No, I figured between Yvonne’s douche powder
and all that hot water, I’m probably okay.”
“Oh, well, so be it,” said Carole.
“She’s okay,” snapped Yvonne, “That stuff I gave her’d kill anything.
Besides do you think I’d have messed around with her last night if I
thought she had something?”
Suzanne reached into the oven and took out the ham.
“Mmm, that smells divine,” said Carole. “Are we eating now?”
“We sure are. Gather round.”
Within minutes, they were all settled round the table, helping
themselves to the spread of ham, vegetables and steaming hot coffee.
Yvonne looked at Suzanne and smiled affectionately.
“Anyone who can whomp up a dinner like this deserves to be married,”
she said softly. “Sam’s a lucky guy.”
Suzanne smiled happily. “I hope you’re right. I just hope he gets back
soon. I’m ready for him now. Oh, God, am I ready!”
The last plate had been washed and put away, and they relaxed in the
living room, each with another cup of coffee. Carole closed her eyes
and sighed contentedly.
“Oh, that was wonderful. You don’t know how I appreciate it, Suzanne. I
was in no mood to cook.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” said Suzanne. “Ham’s one of my favorites, and
it’s so easy to fix, too.”
“Was it a kosher ham, dear?” asked Yvonne evilly, and they all laughed.
“Which reminds me,” she continued, inhaling deeply from her ever-
present cigarette. “I went with this kosher guy once. You know, I do
believe there’s a difference in having sex with a circumcised guy and
one who’s not.”
“Yvonne!!”
Carole’s voice exploded across the room.
“Relax, I’m just reminiscing,” she said imperturbably. “But I have
found when they’ve had something cut off their cock, they don’t seem as
aggressive. Maybe I’d feel the same way if I had half my tits removed.”
“If you had half your tits removed, dear,” said Carole calmly. “You
could join the men’s swimming team.”
“Bitch!”
Suzanne laughed, enjoying the pleasant banter between them, their
obvious affection showing through the exchange of insults.
“When I’ve had your experience, darling, then maybe I can pass
judgment,” said Yvonne. “I guess I’d better keep my mouth shut. But you
know me and sex. It’s my favorite subject.”
She mashed her cigarette out and looked in the package.
“Oh, damn, I’m out. Carole …”
“Hm …”
“Be a doll and run down to our place and get me a new pack. They’re on
the dresser.”
Carole sighed, and slowly got to her feet.
“What’s in it for me, huh?”
Yvonne smirked. “I’ll be extra sexy tonight. I may even use the dildo
on you.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Come on, Suzanne, I’ll help you wash the coffee cups,” said Yvonne,
gathering them and moving to the kitchen.
She and Suzanne walked into the kitchen as Carole unlocked the front
door and left the apartment.
“I love the way you two bitch at each other,” remarked Suzanne as they
stood by the sink. “I never dreamed you were as close. I mean, I never
thought two girls could get that way, you know what I mean?”
Yvonne nodded.
“Yup. We have our knock-down-drag-outs but as a rule, we get along
pretty well. You see …” Her voice softened … “We love each other.
That makes a big difference. You can put up with a little shit once in
a while because the other times make up for it. And believe me, I know
I’m not easy to live with.”
Suzanne turned the faucet on full-blast and rinsed the cups and
saucers. Above the noise, she heard Yvonne say something.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she said, turning off the water and
reaching for the dishtowel.
“I said: you’ll find out when you start living with Sam.”
Suzanne giggled. “You mean marry him or live with him?”
“Either. Though I suspect you’ll probably live with him for a while
now. After all, it’s good to try the merchandise before buying.”
“You’re goddamn right, sister!”
They both whirled, and standing in the doorway was Ted. Behind him, his
white teeth splitting his black face from ear to ear, was Clayton, and
next to him Donald.
Suzanne felt a scream welling up inside her, and before she could utter
a sound Yvonne’s voice boomed out.
“You motherfuckers get the hell out of here.”
From the living room they heard Carole’s footsteps on the stairs, and
Yvonne shouted out.
“Carole, run. Get the police.”
Clayton turned, and they heard his footsteps across the living room,
and Carole’s scream. A moment later he dragged her inside, and the
front door slammed behind them. The click of the lock as Clayton turned
it sounded like an explosion.
“Now, chicky-babies, it’s time for dessert,” said Clayton, his dark
eyes staring humorously around them.
“Oh, God,” whispered Suzanne. “We forgot the door.”
“You sure did,” said Ted. “But that wouldn’t’ve stopped us.”
They stared at each other. Suzanne had backed away, and Yvonne stood,
her hands on her hips, her face a picture of contempt. Carole, pinned
in Clayton’s strong arm, his hand over her mouth, was struggling
violently.
“You better calm down, baby, or you’ll feel my hand real hard,” he said
softly. Her eyes widened and she stopped moving.
“Thass better,” said Clayton. “And now I guess we can have our little
party. It sure’s gonna be nice this way.” He turned to Ted and grinned.
“There’s one for each of us now. Oh, baby, there’s nothin’ better’n an
orgy.”
Yvonne opened her mouth and the beginnings of a scream emerged, but Ted
stepped forward, and with a quick movement he belted her across the
cheek. She staggered back against the wall.
“You get the message?” he drawled. “Now listen here. No one’s gonna get
hurt, as long as you spread your legs. Okay?” He stared at Suzanne.
“Hi, there. How’s that hot little cunt tonight?”
Suzanne was petrified. She found she couldn’t move. Her voice had
disappeared. Inside her she felt her heart pounding so hard she thought
she was going to faint. Finally, a whispered plea emerged from her
lips.
“Please … oh, Please …”
Clayton’s booming laugh echoed around the room.
“You see, jest like I said she would: she’s pleading for it again. Oh,
baby, and you’re gonna git it, every inch of it right up that nice
white pussy. And that’s only for starters.”
Ted reached out and grabbed Suzanne’s wrist, jerking her forward.
Numbly she let herself be pushed into the living room. Clayton heaved
Carole into Donald’s waiting arms, and closed his long thick fingers
around Yvonne’s arm.
“Come on, baby, let’s get this show on the road.”
“You take your filthy hands off me,” snapped Yvonne. “You goddamn
nigger.”
Clayton’s eyebrows rose, and his mouth grinned evilly.
“Oh, oh, sounds like another Grosse Pointer,” he said. “Or mebbe from
Dearborn? Well, baby, you’re gonna find out it doesn’t rub off.”
He dragged her into the living room, where Donald was holding Carole
and Ted was gripping Suzanne. The boys all looked at one another.
“Okay, last one in’s a cocksucker,” said Clayton, and with one hand he
seized Yvonne’s robe and ripped it down, leaving her standing naked,
her eyes flashing at him with hate. She opened her mouth, but before
she could scream his hand had belted her violently, and she fell to the
floor.
“Like I said, no noise, no trouble,” said Clayton.

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Mysterous Mom

He stood naked in the middle of the room, the curtains gently billowing like a Hollywood specter from some old movie. The warm humid air wrapped its heavy arms around his body, his arms out stretched, fingers reaching, stretching for the white walls beyond, she was moaning softly, whispering, beckoning him to come… come.
The door to his room opened the hall beyond an endless tunnel of darkness awaiting, calling to him. He stepped closer ever closer, then there was a gentle warm breeze at his back pushing him forward and a serpent sprouting from a well groomed tuft of hair at the juncture of his legs, a stubby and thick serpent, all veins along its body and with a purple head all smeared and dripping with its slick saliva, pulling him forward, ever forward. His fingers gently scraped the walls of the narrow hallway, ticking over picture frames until he felt the first door and he stopped. He pressed his naked body against it, his eyes closed, he could hear her….
“Come to me… love me… be with me tonight” she hissed. He could see her behind his closed eyes, laying on her bed, her hips twisting one way then the other and her arms flung over her head. He pressed closer, the serpent softly patting the door as if knocking softly, “See?” she whispered, “He wants me… you want me”.
Just then the sirens song called once more from down the hall, her tune over whelming the inexperienced voice beyond this door, and once more he was gliding to the end of the hall. There the edge of the door glowed with an angels light, a light unlike any other he had ever seen. He slid up to the door and as he drew up close the door sighed opened silently and he found himself standing at both his past and his future. Across the room was her bed, the gossamer curtains allowed the filtered moonlight to bathe the cool white cotton sheets in its god light and in the middle of pillowy surface was a slender body, covered in a simple cotton gown also of white.
He was at the foot of her bed moved by forces unknown, his chest heaved, his fists clenched and unclenched. His lips felt dry. The breeze from her opened windows blew gently across his skin. Her eyes were closed, head to the side, he looked her over with an eye he had never used before. Her toes were perfectly shaped, her ankles blended into perfectly shaped calves and then on to smooth thighs that disappeared into the cool fabric of her night gown. Her full lips were parted, he could almost see her breath sweetly moving in and out. Her neck, soft and smooth disappeared into the cotton of her collar, the gentle swell of her round breasts enticed beneath. Her hands, the manicured fingers and the soft pink nails clenched the sweat dampened sheets. He could see right through the fabric, his vision better than x-ray, made it all seem disappear, he could see the object of his lust and he could smell her desire.
“Come to me” came the whisper, soft as the air that caressed his warm skin, “Come to me lover”.
He was found himself hovering over her with no memory of how he got there, his face looking at hers, his eyes looking at her eyes, his lips about to brush her lips, he could feel her hot breath as she exhaled, the scent as intoxicating as any perfume, “That’s it… closer” he heard the voice beckon, “Its time”.
The sheets were cool to his touch, bunched around her body, pushed aside in the heat of the night, he grasped them as he gazed upon this angle, he wanted her kiss, needed her kiss, lips both familiar and unfamiliar, but as he leaned closer, ever closer, the serpent in its eagerness, in its mindless desire, let fall a drop of dew upon the angels thigh and with a start her eyes opened, the fire behind those eyes paralyzing him with fear, and before he could move she grasped him.
Pain! He felt her nails dig deep into his skin, the lovely pink nails now blood red, and then like a black widow he felt her legs wrap him up, the trap was sprung.
He tried to speak, protest, apologize, but before he could get a sound out, her lips crushed against his, hot and wet, they soothed and moistened his dry mouth. Her tongue, like a snake, darted out to explore him, to read him, and by the noises she made, she must have liked what she learned. He collapsed against her, confusion and lust mingled in his mind, and spread his loins, he began grinding and thrusting, no direction, just mindless until he struck the sweet spot and the angry serpent became satisfied.
She welcomed him, her grip loosened and her nails, covered in his blood, let go his skin and began to gently stroke him, encourage him. He buried his face in her neck, the familiar scent comforting and discomforting all at the same time, familiar and unfamiliar. Her breath softly hissed in his ears, slow and shallow at first, but just as he felt his own breath deepen, quicken, so too did hers. They were joined, they were one, connected in spirit, connected in flesh, connected in desire, her hips rose to meet his thrusts, they were of one mind, one goal. Skin slapped as she pulled him to her, lips tasted the salty skin of her neck. He felt the soft pillows of her breasts against his own hard chest. Her fingers ran over his well muscled arms, sticky with his blood, he could smell it, the iron tinged smell mixed with the musky smell of their mutual lust.
“It’s time” she whispered, “Its time… you know what I want… you know what to do.” He felt it, he kept thrusting, but he was staring to tremble, his rhythm was faltering, he kept trying but it was quickly becoming difficult, he wanted to please, and he knew what she wanted, she wanted his seed, he didn’t know how he knew it, but he was sure she needed him to fill her, “That’s it lover, let go” he heard her voice, but was it in his ears or his head? He felt the sweat that had formed on his forehead collect then begin dripping, coating her skin, gathering with the sweat of her skin, mixing and mingling. He was soon overcome with the most incredible feeling of impending release. She moaned. He knew he heard that, he felt her pelvis grind against him, she pulled him as close as she could, and he in turn pressed hard against her. His stream was powerful, more powerful than any he remembered. He sent his seed deep into her, one rich, hot and thick pulse after another, he painted her insides, coated her, filled her up, each thrust pulling some out along his thick shaft, only to plunge it once more inside, churning and mixing it with her fluids, until slowly but all too soon, the feeling subsided, and he felt her body buck and twitch for the last time. He rolled off her and stared at the ceiling.
He blinked his eyes and shook his head, looking around he was both confused and startled. He saw his curtains, and reaching out, these were his sheets, his head fell back to his pillow. Relief! Wait. He was naked! He looked down at himself, the remnants of the previous night coated his skin, “Shit” he whispered as he felt the crust that covered his cock, “What the fuck?”
“Good morning sweetie”.
A too cheerful voice intruded into his thoughts and he scrambled to cover his nakedness.
“Oops” his mother laughed as she carried in an arm full of clothes and with a smile dropped them on his bed. “Nothing I haven’t seen before kiddo” she laughed, “but it’s a good thing I didn’t interrupt anything” and with a wink she left him alone, his heart racing as it had last night.
“Fuck” he whispered, as he lifted the sheets and checked himself, “fuck” he whispered again. He grabbed his dick and once more felt the dried leftovers from his dream. “But dreams don’t leave this” he almost screamed in his head. He smelled his hand, and what he smelled both excited and frightened him, a smell any lover would recognize, but if what he remembered was true it was also frightening, terrifying, an abomination. Who had he been with the night before? Those fiery eyes had belonged to his own mother!
He scrambled out of bed and grabbed the boxers he had dropped to the floor the night before and in a near panic he managed to put first his left leg then his right, all barely without falling backward onto his rear end. He rushed out of his room then regained his composure and looked around, he was alone. He headed down the hall, he paused at the first door he came to, the first door he had stopped at the night before, and he ran his hands over the surface. There it was, a dried smear low on the door, he stifled a scream and rushed to the door at the end of the hall. The door was open. He looked around, he was still alone, so he stepped inside. He breathed deep. Was that her scent? Was that his scent? With a glance backward he approached her bed and ran his fingers over the sheets. He felt it! He had been there, it wasn’t a dream, “Shit” he whispered.
He looked around and with his heart racing he crept out of his moms room and headed to the kitchen where he found his little sister eating her cereal and reading the funny papers. Her hand was between her legs, a fist at her crotch? He couldn’t tell, but by the way she squirmed, he thought she might. She looked up from her reading and with a frown she growled, “Brat” then turned her head back down.
“What was that for?” he asked not sure he wanted to know the answer.
Without looking up, “I don’t know, because you’re a brat I guess.”
His mom walked into the kitchen and looking him up and down she said somewhat sternly, “Let’s get going, you’re going to be late for school”.
He felt lost, he knew what happened, but did she? And what about his sister? Her voice had called to him last night and like his mother, she had been offering herself to him… hadn’t she? “I….” He was lost and confused, “Pull yourself together”, he thought. “I just came to get a granola bar before I take a shower”, it was the best he could come up with.
His mom smiled, “Well then, grab one, I’m leaving in ten minutes ready or not”.
He turned and left the kitchen and headed into the shower. He really wanted to hide in its steam and try to figure out what happened, but he was a good son and dutifully was at the car with his mom and sister in nine minutes. His mom was blasting her music as she drove, singing and taping her fingers, his sister rested her head against the window, staring out into the morning light, and he just tried to act like everything was normal, all while feeling panicked inside.
His sister was dropped off first and she disappeared silently into the crowds out front of her school like slipping below the surface of a storm tossed sea, just a few quick glimpses of her then nothing, and they pulled away from the curb.
He was now completely alone with his mom, alone with his fears. Should he say something? No. He would just sound foolish, he would fumble and act the fool all while trying to act normal. He decided to just stay silent.
“Why so quiet? His mother asked.
“Am I being quiet?” He tried to sound casual, but felt anything but, “I didn’t think I was”.
Soon they were at a stop light and he glanced at his mom sideways, she was grinning at him, “What?” he asked feeling terrified.
She put a hand out and touched his leg, a soft laugh bubbled from her lips. He tried to back away, startled.
“You are jumpy this morning” and she took her hand away. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart” she said softly.
His heart began to race, “My god” he thought, “She going to talk about it, she knows what we did”.
“I’ve seen a few men in my times and you measure up quite well” and she turned a wicked smile upon her son.
He was speechless, his mouth hung open, “Mom…” He began but stopped.
She laughed, this time loud, hard and long, “You should see your face right now”.
He sat stunned and confused, not noticing that they had arrived at school until she said “I’m sorry sweetie, I’d love to keep discussing your manhood, but I’ll be late for work if I don’t get going.”
He looked around and sheepishly he began to fumble at the door, eventually getting it to open but practically falling out. He gathered his things and his wits. Did she know? He wasn’t sure, she hadn’t said anything specific, no direct statement like “You fucked me”. He shut the door but as he turned to walk away he heard his mom’s voice once more as she opened the car window.
“I forgot to ask you something.”
He stepped back to the opened window.
Her eyes flashed red for the merest of instants, “Boy or girl?”
His heart once more pounded in his chest, “I’m sorry… what was that?”
With a sly grin she repeated softly, “What do you want, a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t understand… what do you mean…?”
“It’s really quite simple, lover boy, when you make love to a woman, you run the risk of making her pregnant, just like you did to me last night”.
He spent a moment just moving his jaw as if warming it up, exercising it, but nothing came out for the longest time, “I…. Oh shit…. How do you know?”
“How do I know I’m pregnant the morning after, is that what you mean?”
“Yes.”
“I just do”, she smiled. “But tonight we’ll make sure”, and she pulled away, leaving him standing alone at the curb.

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Episodes 5-7: Masturbation Inventions

Pam the village postmistress developed her favourite Sybian position in front of the wardrobe full-length mirror, with an additional mirror propped up at an angle to watch the under view of her breasts. She felt very proud of having downloaded and printed some photos from the Sybian Club web-site and stuck her favourite shot of Becki in her pink ‘climbing harness’ to the bedroom mirror. In the photo Becki was pushing a large blue dildo into her big sister Faye, who was bending backwards over the masturbation machine that was currently throbbing between her own thighs. Pam’s husband Mike was home early from work and hearing the unusual whirring sound from the bedroom stuck his head around the door. The sight of Pam naked, except for a pair of headphones, with her lower body reflected in the mirrors was too much and he had to help. He quietly took off suit and shoes and squatted behind the Sybian kissing Pam’s neck, squeezing her generous breasts and increased the vibration speed. Pam wept with relief when her orgasm came as she had wanted to involve Mike since joining the Club, but was unsure how. Pam rolled off the masturbator onto Mike and they had the best sex for weeks.
Later Pam sat naked at the computer on Mike’s lap clicking through the videos and photos that Timmy had uploaded to the web-site, naming each of her friends and describing the taste of their cunts and favourite dildos. Mike was fascinated by Becki’s outfit, and drooled over Molly and Gemma; Pam had to suck him off to remove the impure thoughts of what he would like to do with these under-age lesbians. Mike was an engineer and had often fantasized of inventing a discreet full body female masturbator, and here were the girls he needed to test it. The mk1 prototype
A week later he had fabricated the first prototype, packaged it in a nice box with full instructions and left it with Pam to give to Becki when she next visited the Post Office. Her big sister Faye arrived the next morning when the Post Office was nearly empty. Pam quickly served the remaining customer and slipped around the front of the counter, locked the door, kissing Faye. She buried one hand down the front of Faye’s denims and the other up her jumper, murmuring she looked very sexy with clothes on. Faye carried away the surprise package for Becki and promised they would both be at the pub for lunch with Mike wearing their outfits.
The package contained a shiny silver dildo for Faye with a screw-on connection to replace a normal shower head. When inserted, it thrusts with pulses of water aimed at the g-spot and clitoris; she tried it out in the shower whilst waiting for Becki to put on Mike’s prototype device. Becki stripped off, whilst watching Faye climaxing on her knees in the shower with warm water gushing out of her cunt.
The device for Becki is best described as a wide padded thong attached front and back to a soft pink leather belt with clips for a large iPod. It has wires from the belt leading down into a whole row of shiny bumps in the crotch piece from front to back. Becki removed her clit ring and pulled the device up to her slim hips. It fitted perfectly with the shaped bumps opening her lips to touch the clit, one to slip inside her bum-hole and others to nuzzle her pussy. She tentatively experimented with the iPod controls and nearly climaxed to the pulsing energy flowing through her pubes. Mike had thoughtfully supplied a small bottle of suntan oil to rub into her breasts before clipping on each softly sprung nipple ring with a wire running to a snug arm band. The instructions were to bunch up her fingers, as in her fisting videos, and push into the smoothly lined arm band, which carried a battery pack, Bluetooth antennas for communicating with her crotch, and the wires up to tiny ear-buds and a volume control. She pulled on Faye’s tiny halter-neck top to cover the nipple rings and wires, and a loose hipster skirt which just showed the top of the pink leather belt, popped in the ear buds and left with Faye for their meeting with Mike and Pam at the pub.
Mike hugged and kissed Faye before sitting down at a table in a corner of the pub garden, and Pam discreetly slipped one hand up her skirt.
Becki, looking gorgeous, just purred into Mike’s ear “How did you make it fit so perfectly, you are a genius”.
Mike explained that he had measured the critical C-to-A (cunt to arse) and inter-nipple distances from her photos on the web-site, to ensure a snug fit; as Becki was listening to the loud orgy recordings he had made, she just smiled. Sitting very close to Becki he was able to demonstrate the speed control under her skirt for the vibrating bumps and the level of electric discharges that made her nipples shoot up in time to the moaning sounds in her ears. Becki was soon a complete orgasmic mess and had to stagger off behind a bush to mop up the pussy juice streaming down her legs.
When she returned flashing her pretty midriff and top of bum crack, the food and drinks had arrived, and so had Molly in a pretty sun dress. Molly was holding a small box just like the one on her belt, and pushed the pink button. Becki sank onto her seat beaming with pleasure, as Mike explained the technical workings of the remote control. The clitoral bump felt like it was pulsating in time to the music in her ears, and the back one was pushing its way into her bum-hole. With the green button Molly injected more volts into Becki’s taught nipples and forced her to another juddering climax, which Pam, Faye and Mike tried unsuccessfully to hide from the other drinkers. Faye and Pam slipped off to the ladies to relieve the itch between their legs, and Molly sucked off Mike when they were back in the car.
Mike made 5 more of the shower-head dildos, improving the design of the clitoral pulse from Faye’s evaluation, for the next Sybian Club party to be held at a private gym his brother owned. When the ladies arrived in tight lycra tops and shorts they were delighted with the continuous loud orgy video playing on the huge TV wall, and the carefully constructed dildo attachments to the rowing and cycling machines. Pam demonstrated the correct use of each machine, supported by Molly wearing her crotch less shorts and stroking her breasts. As she pulled on the rowing machine handles the seat slid forwards, her legs opened and the motorised dildo was powered into her widening cunt. With careful control of the speed, rowing machine resistance and lubrication, climaxes were easily achieved.
Becki just had on her magic thong and nipple rings, remotely controlled by Mike watching through the large windows, but she could not join in with her friends, as she had to lie down each time an orgasm coursed through her young nearly-naked lithe body.
Timmy was filming as usual throughout, and afterwards Gemma wearing her revealing green mono-kini organised a stand-up orgy of all the ladies in the shower room to try out Mike’s special shower head dildos with plenty of soap. Faye and Pam demonstrated the classic lesbian trib position, with legs interlocked and cunt rubbing cunt, while the ladies directed their gushing shower heads over them.
Gemma dragged Timmy into the shower room fully dressed and forced him to lick Molly’s bum while she climaxed on the special shower head dildo. Later they both stripped him, and after Becki had found the off switch on her thong, they all sucked him dry.
Mike came in to rapturous applause from the ladies, kissed his wife Pam and asked for permission to fuck Becki, who could hardly refuse. Molly and Gemma slid down the wall onto the shower room floor, knees pulled up, still holding internally Mike’s special shower head dildos. Reluctantly Becki pulled off the magic thong and knelt on some damp towels between their feet, resting her pretty hips on their knees. She leaned forward massaging soap into Gemma’s tits and complaining that her entire cuntal area had gone numb from the tiny vibrators. Mike stripped off and pushed into Becki’s soapy arse, while pulling her gently upwards by the breasts and tweaking her nipple rings. He didn’t last long inside Becki’s 15 year old tight virgin bum-hole, and quickly filled it. Becki slumped to the floor and Gemma hungrily licked up the spunk dribbling down her friend’s legs. Molly pulled the shower dildo out of Gemma’s dripping cunt, wiped it across Mike’s mouth to get a good taste of the tangy juice and pushed it up his arse. To Pam’s great delight his erection recovered quickly and was deep-throated by my lovely step-sister Molly.Mk2
A few weeks after testing his magic thong invention between Becki’s delicious thighs at the Sybian Club’s gym party, Mike continued to refine the design. Gemma had also tried it on, but complained in between muffled orgasms that the bulky motors in the crotch piece overheated her cunt. Mike took inspiration from the image of Becki’s tiny breasts snuggled between the lightweight nipple ring arm-bands and Pam’s stay up stockings framing her juicy cunt straddling the masturbation machine. Mike drew up the new prototype as a pair of wide metallic straps around the very top of the thighs connected to the new slimmed down clit to arse vibrator panel by several miniature flexible rotating drive shafts.
Faye brought Molly, Becki and Gemma round to Mike’s workshop to review the very realistic photo-shopped pictures of ‘mk2’ on Molly’s young body, and to try on the new design prototypes. Becki was the first out of her clothes, followed by Molly and then Gemma, who could not resist a quick snog and couldn’t really concentrate because they were busy fingering each other’s cunt. A light application of suntan oil to her pubes and the unit slid snugly up Becki’s thighs and into position. Mike turned on the new feature – a miniature web cam fitted to one leg strap and pointing straight up Becki’s pretty arse, displaying the live picture over Bluetooth onto his mobile phone. He clicked a few buttons on the phone application and Becki squirmed in pleasure as the motorized fittings probed her pussy, then arse and blasted her clit with waves of vibrations. Molly and Gemma stopped playing with each other and came over to hold Becki up as her knees buckled under the onslaught of a whole string of climaxes. They licked her tits and newly discovered erogenous zone in her elbows and sank to the floor, where Mike had thoughtfully provided an inflatable mattress. Faye joined the writhing tangle of limbs on the floor, and despite being a devout lesbian allowed Mike to suck her cunt and briefly enter her arse in thanks for the pleasure he had given her 15 year old kid-sister Becki.
Mike assessed Molly’s C-to-A (cunt to arse) distance by the simple act of pushing his thumb into her cunt and first finger into bum-hole and after licking off the juices, measured the span distance on a ruler. When he tried the same trick to measure Gemma she clamped her legs around his hand and wouldn’t let go until he had rubbed her to a climax.
True to his word he manufactured mk2 units for each of them, delivered to their houses in beautiful packaging accompanied by instructions for recharging the batteries, downloading his smart-phone control application and uploading the tiny web-cam videos to the Sybian Club site. He wasn’t sure how well the detail of Gemma’s darker skin would be picked up by the web cam, so included a tiny lamp to illuminate her pussy and was greeted by the sight of her delicious pink cunt walls being penetrated by his device on the web-site video.
Gemma, Becki and Molly ‘dressed’ in their new prototypes, electric nipple-ring arm-bands and skimpy summer dresses met up at the train station, with me Timmy, for a day out at the seaside. We found a block of 4 seats, with a table to hide the naughtiness at the quiet end of train coach, and discovered that sitting so close each smart-phone could display the other’s up-skirt web-cam views, and take over control of their vibrators. After Molly subjected Gemma to some intense anal probing and nipple-ring electrification she struggled to her feet and wobbled down the train, as much due to the continued cuntal vibrations as the train swaying. Gemma provocatively twisted around a seat pole and ‘accidentally’ lifted the back of her dress giving us all the delightful direct view of her bum and internally via the web cam onto our smart-phones. Becki gasped at the lovely combination of the tight green thigh straps and vibrators between Gemma’s silky dark thighs; having assumed their prototypes were all the same colour. So Becki and Molly sitting opposite each other both giggled and lifted their skirts to inspect each other’s colours; Becki had blue and Molly brown against their pale bikini regions. Mike had supplied a number of very rude porn videos to watch on the smart-phone, with synchronised cunt thrusting and clit vibration for a girl travelling alone, but these were ignored in favour of live control over each other’s orgasms.
Mike had included an on-screen questionnaire on the smart-phone asking us to rate the different sensations and record the number of climaxes per hour. Gemma decided the thrusting effects were stronger standing up, with a cool draft of air up her skirt, but she could only take the clitoral and nipple stimulation sitting down, as they made her go all wobbly.
Molly’s battery went flat first, making her groan in mid-climax, and admitted she had been using it most of yesterday afternoon during school sports. She had to wear a towel around her middle in the showers afterwards to avoid being discovered by the other girls, but the games mistress had become suspicious and demanded a demonstration. Having played with the controls and tried on the electric nipple rings she demanded to know where to buy one, and left happily with Mike’s phone number. The flat battery gave me the chance on the train to try out the USB charging cable from my laptop up Molly’s skirt and into the socket on her thigh. On the questionnaire I recommended Mike supply longer cables as other train passengers might be offended by such a display of Molly’s dark pubic hair framed by the pretty brown thigh straps.
At the seaside we all piled off the train leaving discrete damp patches on the 4 seats and strolled down to the sea-front intently watching the 3 web cam views as sunshine poured through their flimsy dresses. Passersby might have been surprised by 3 lovely girls wearing identical arm bands, ear buds and big grins, but just smiled back. On the beach Gemma did cartwheels to check the mechanical flexibility of the drive shafts, with Molly increasing the vibrations at the top of each rotation, when her cunt came into full view.
With the three girls lying face-down near the water on a deserted section of beach, I massaged and licked their bottoms, and then discovered a new button on the control app. The instructions stated that by listening to the heartbeat in their cunts, the clit and nipple pulses could be synchronised to occur just before or after each beat. The girls all experimented with the settings, climaxing noisily when it was neither too early nor too late but just right. With one hand still stuck between Molly’s bum cheeks and the other squeezing Gemma’s right tit, I was in no position to photograph them, but relied instead on the saved web-cam views to upload to the web site.
On the train home I sat opposite Molly who straightened out one leg between mine to push her foot into my crotch and Becki sucked me off under the cover of a beach towel.
Back in Mike’s workshop he was over the moon with the results of his prototype, particularly watching the climax web cam views of Molly licking Gemma’s arse, and prising the clit stub away to chew on her. Becki was the first to strip off and walk around the room, snogging Molly and Gemma and bending right over in front of Mike’s face. Reluctantly he loosened the thigh straps and pulled the vibrators from her numbed dripping snatch to gently fuck her arse. Gemma licked the spunk from Mike and slowly wanked him back to full size, before slipping on a durex. My step-sister Molly was the last to remove the device and offered up her sore clit to Mike’s probing tongue, and then standing up, gripped her legs around his waist, held onto to his shoulders and allowed him to fuck her properly.mk3
Becki, our fifteen year-old blonde bi-sexual woke up spread-eagled, face-down naked on her bed. She gingerly rubbed her clit and sleepily pushed a finger into her cunt and was delighted that the numbness from yesterday had worn off. Becki was humping a pillow when big sister Faye walked in and kissed all down her pretty tanned back and licked into her pale sore bottom.
“Yuck, this tastes of suntan oil and spunk, what have you been up to?”
Becki abandoned the pillow and cuddled Faye as she had since before puberty, wrapping her legs around Faye’s and humping her hip bone, whilst giving a full account of the mk2 masturbator she Molly and Gemma had enjoyed on the train and at the seaside. After Becki described the delicious sensations the mk2 made simultaneously in her nipples and clit, she swung her legs around to be fully interlocked with Faye. Faye slipped a short squishy double-ender between their moist pussy lips and pulled hard on Becki’s hands to engage it fully into their cunts. Later they showered together, climaxing again as they swapped Mike’s shower-head dildo with the pulsating water spray into their clits and g-spots.
Back in Mike’s workshop he had uploaded all the monitoring data from the 3 thigh strap computers, and was building up on-screen a three dimensional internal picture of Gemma’s cunt from the temperature and moisture readings. He could clearly observe each time she had climaxed and which programmed stimulations caused it. Mike had stored the discarded three mk2 devices in a plastic bag after the girls had left. Next morning Pam easily identified which had been worn by each girl from the taste of remaining pussy juice. Pam loved the internal heat image of Molly’s cunt and arse and super-imposed it onto close-up photos of her dark pubes and bum to create a panoramic series of composite internal/external views. Timmy had never realised from school human biology lessons how thin the wall was between Molly’s two openings and how easily deep anal penetration caused her to climax.
Timmy had managed to hold focus on the mk2 in the cart-wheeling video flashing into view each time Gemma’s cunt was above her head. Mike realised the technical need for an internal accelerometer in mk3 to determine which way up the girl is, and measure her contractions directly.
Mike received an order from Molly’s games mistress and several of her friends after watching the videos and trying the nipple-ring stimulator in its proper place and attached to their labia. Pam and Mike researched the web for dildo designs, and Pam loved the ‘strap-less strap-on’ Feeldoe. This was advertised as having a bulbous passive end that fits snugly into her cunt and the active end for probing her partner, leaving both hands free. Mike ordered a genuine model and several cheaper copies for Pam to try out with her adult friends and the girls at the next Sybian Club meeting.
Faye and Becki came over to Mike’s and he carefully watched Pam getting sandwiched by the two sisters wearing bikini tops and Feeldoes, penetrating her back and front simultaneously. After a few changes of position and dildo model they all agreed that the version with an additional bum-hole bulb provided the best fit, which stayed in place even with vigorous fucking and pussy juice oozing down their legs.
This experiment and the internal 3 dimensional data led to the design of mk3 to automatically adjust to any female pubic shape or size, instead of being custom designed for each C-to-A distance. He re-introduced a lightweight hip belt supporting the almost-rigid thigh straps where the self-guided flexible pussy and bum probes connect. The device was completely open front and back to allow plenty of cooling airflow, with all batteries, comms and control devices on the hip belt.
Molly my step-sister drooled in delight when she pulled on the mk3 prototype a week later, and I filmed her convulsing through its first probing and her rapid climaxes. Once the middle and rear probes had moulded themselves to its owner’s internal dimensions the front probe was free to roam around and massage her clit, or under command to search out other cunts, turning into a ‘strap-on’ penis.
Pam found that the front probe rotated so she could fuck Faye either face-to-face, from behind, face-to-feet or her favourite position – fully interlocked. Any hip-thrusting action was automatically magnified into the ‘penis’, for pounding the games mistress or could be reduced for fucking very young girls.
Bluetooth was much enhanced, automatically sending the up-skirt videos to anyone in a 20 metre radius, and allowing control from any PC or iPhone; he added WiFi for the Nintendo DSi console.
Mike won a Porn Industry Design Award for mk3, which included the production of an advertising video. A stretched limo from the porn video company arrived to pick him up with Gemma, Molly and Becki; the girls ‘chaperoned’ by Faye, Pam, me and Molly’s mum, and whisked us all off to Bristol for the weekend. In the limo the girls demonstrated the masturbation and fucking features to the young lesbian director, and everyone had rather too much champagne while trying to understand the script. The house in Bristol had a small swimming pool and one studio equipped as a bedroom, and another as a gym.
A pretty make-up girl arrived next morning and gave the girls a full leg-waxing, trimmed their pubes and styled their hair. She had rarely applied body make-up to 15 year olds and was very pleased with disguising the odd spot on Becki’s bum and Molly’s tummy. She experimented with the best colours for Gemma’s dark skin, and made her body glow beautifully under the strong lights.
The first scene was a side view of Gemma naked, propped up on lots of pillows gently stroking the stylus across her DSi. Her taut nipples and lovely breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The camera panned down the bed to reveal the shiny mk3 strap across her hips, and her shaved pubes framed by the thigh straps. Her knees were together and pulled up slightly by short bondage cords from each ankle to a D-ring under the mk3. The camera moved back up the bed to focus on the DSi held between her breasts; the top screen played a porn video of Becki and Molly, while the lower interactive screen had a cut-away profile of her pelvis allowing her to thrash the cuntal and anal probes from side to side using the stylus.
Becki and Molly bounced onto the bed in tiny white panties and pulled Gemma’s legs apart to reveal the 3 metallic probes seeking out her juices. After a slow lick up the inside of each thigh, they each straddled one knee, trying to get off and controlling Gemma’s vibrators using their own smart-phones. Becki slipped behind Molly having replaced her panties by an mk3, and demonstrated its use as a strap-on dildo, until Molly’s bum hurt. Any other ideas of directing the girls were quickly abandoned and the camera man just tried to keep up with the masturbation orgy in the bedroom and fucking scenes by the poolside.
During a break in filming the director was sun-bathing by the pool, when Pam whipped off her bra, and Faye pulled down her bikini bottoms. Pam straddled her face with a well moistened pussy and Faye pinned her down by the hips, inserting a short dildo. While she couldn’t move or shout, the make-up girl chewed her nipples and then painted her breasts bright blue.
Molly’s mum checked out the exercise cycles in the gym where Mike had replaced a saddle with his own design containing two probes driven by the pedals. Mike stood behind her, supporting her boobs and giving instruction to select a penetration ‘gradient’ and cycling speed for maximum effect. Mike spurted up her back when she climaxed noisily.
After smearing most of lunch over Mike and licking it off they pulled on some clothes and trooped off to a park to practice hiding behind trees and flashing their tits at old men. They drew quite a crowd of girls as young as ten wanting to know how the mk3 worked and where to buy one.
Back at the house Molly and the make-up girl, who had very small hands, re-enacted the fisting scene that I had found on dad’s laptop back in Episode 1.
Editing the final advertising video down to only 20 minutes of pure filth including some of my photographs and film clips was not easy, but very enjoyable for Mike and Pam in their workshop.
The original purpose of the Sybian Club to loan out Molly’s mum’s expensive masturbation machine was overtaken by the mk3 that everyone could afford, but the ladies still met most months to swap stories and pussy juice.

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