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The Boss' Party
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THE BOSS'S PARTY
Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that her 127
pounds are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly,
and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of
color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her early
thirties, she will celebrate her forty-second birthday this coming
November. Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the
firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been
known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes. She
normally separates her business and private life very strictly, but then
she discovered Michele. At 26, Michele had worked her way "up the
corporate ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her own
ability. Barbara discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant to
the CEO. She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces
the most thorough reports of anyone Barbara has worked with. Michele is
of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her long blonde straight
hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep blue eyes.
She dresses less severely than Barbara, going in for earth-colored
skirts with pastel blouses. She loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on
her small, well-formed feet. She has large, well-proportioned breasts,
which carry well on her larger-boned frame. Though she is self-conscious
about it, they jiggle delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and
solid, but not at all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her
nylon-clad "stems" as she climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom
forth from her waist in an eye-pleasing way, and she has an unconscious
wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the
parking lot. Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick
frown, and her young face already shows signs of "worry lines." She is
subject to stomach cramps and, somehow, this awakens a protective urge
in Barbara, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to the younger
woman. For her own part, Michele thinks the world of Barbara. She
wonders at how Barbara always seems to know the right thing to say, the
right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the
older sister that she never had. Two months ago, Barbara invited
Michele to a restaurant for dinner after work. The two women had a few
drinks, and began to lose the edge of their employer-employee
relationship, began to become friends. They have been out to dinner
together several times since. After their last dinner and a few
drinks, Barbara suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks
would be as good, and they could be more comfortable. Michele agreed,
and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and were greeted by the
doorman. "Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin." he said, as he pressed the
elevator button. "Hello, Matt." The two women entered the elevator, and
shortly were in Barbara's large, but not ostentatious, apartment.
Michele looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and said, "I
love your place." "Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look
around?"
"Yes."
Michele was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a
sheer pink blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra. "Well,
go ahead," Barbara invited her as she put away Michele's jacket and her
own. "Make yourself at home. What will you drink?" "Um, seven and
seven." Barbara crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to
soft music, and began making drinks while Michele looked around. The
older woman brought up two glasses as the blonde peeked through the open
bedroom door. "Here y'are. Cheers." "Um. Good. Oh, what a big,
beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Barbara." "Thanks. I like
it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous. Can't you
forget I'm the boss? We're friends." "Sure, Barbara." Michele was not
willing to tell Barbara that her nearness was the real reason for her
nervousness. "Tell me some more about yourself, Michele. Do you have
brothers or sisters?" "No. My parents died in a car crash when I was
12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I."
"That must have been difficult." "Actually, no. They treated me like
their own. There was never any "me against them," or anything. They even
saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to business college. You
know, though, I always wanted to have a sister. How about you, Barbara?
Do you have a sister?" "I have three brothers, one older. I always
thought a sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to. "We
were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk about the
things I wanted to know - mainly about boys, then. My brothers weren't
much help, they wanted to 'protect' me." The younger woman drained her
glass.
"Another?"
"Uh, yes, thanks."
The brunette got up and walked
to the bar.
"Barbara?"
"Yes?"
"Let's be sisters."
"What a wonderful
idea! We could 'adopt' each other."
"And we could share secrets, and
all the things we wanted to talk about as kids." "We should celebrate.
Say, I'll open some champagne!" They giggled over pulling the cork,
Barbara holding the bottle between her legs, and Michele stroking the
neck of the bottle. "What a big one you have, and what an odd color!"
Michele laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Barbara,
finding the brunette unaccountably attractive. "What's going on with
me?" she thought. Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was
poured. They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their
new "sisterhood". "But no favors at work," Michele said after a moment.
"I wanna make it on my own." The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.
"Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me
better." They drank in silence for a while. To herself Michele
thought, "I was never attracted to another woman before. Should I tell
her?" "I wish I were as beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as the
brunette refilled the glasses. "What? Silly, you're a very beautiful
woman. The men at the office think so, too. I've watched them look at
you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of
the file cabinet." "He watches your bottom, too," Michele
giggled.
"He's good looking, isn't he?"
"Umm. When he walks by and
gives me that smile I kinda melt. He's got great buns, doesn't he?"
Michele was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close friendship
making her feel very comfortable. "Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm
doing sometimes, watching his tight little cheeks." They sipped some
more. A warm, cozy feeling was creeping up Michele's insides. Her secret
attraction to Barbara, and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also
attracted, was taking a toll. "You ever wonder what he'd be like? I
mean, er, in bed," she blurted. "Yes, but not enough to do anything
about it... yet." They laughed. They sipped a while in silence.
"Do
you have a man in your life now, Michele?" She has had several men, but
has found them generally too rash and insensitive, and hadn't formed any
lasting attachments. Besides, though she would like a warm, nurturing
relationship and fulfilling sex, she would rather not give up her
career, as she feels she must if she were to marry. She is convinced
that living with someone would present the same problems as marriage.
"No, not right now. You?" "Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I
thought he was special. He was one of the few who didn't mind my being
'Ms. President' and who - well, he was exciting, but... no good."
Barbara is very selective about those she allows to participate in her
private "rites", and is fiercely loyal to her men - until they prove
themselves "unworthy" of her, when she drops them, often on their heads.
She is willing to try anything once to see if she likes it--and she
often does. "Barbara? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted
to another woman?" "Wrong? No, of course not." "Would that make her a
lesbian?" "No, not unless she preferred women to men all the time."
Barbara replied, "Why?" "Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this
champagne, I need the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway and
closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving
her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a thrill up her belly. "No,"
she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth called her, and she
wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button. Meanwhile,
Barbara sipped more champagne and wondered about Michele's question -
and wondered at her own attraction to the voluptuous blonde. She got up,
walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured them out into a
bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them. Michele's
touchings had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her
now-swollen nether lips hungry for contact. She spread her thighs a
little wider, her love bud growing in its pink nest. Her fingers played
in the patch of gently curled hair which barely covered her full woman's
lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound
and pushed downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her delicate inner
lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and her hot little
nubbin moved up and down in its caressing nest. Desire filled her, like
a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front
edge of the seat. She kicked the silky pantyhose and soft, white cotton
panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles
tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at
her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her insides. She
inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to
satisfy her agonizing need. Then she began to walk the fingers around
inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other hand joined the
first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such
intense chills and warm pulses through her belly. "She's been gone a
long while," Barbara mused, finishing her glass. "I wonder if she's all
right." She chuckled aloud. "She's had a lot to drink, I hope she didn't
pass out in there." Michele's hands were working a dance on her soft
wet flesh, her moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide,
pressing a third finger into play. She pulled at her inner softness, her
other hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against
her erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass bounced on
the toilet rim. "I better see if she's okay." Barbara got up and walked
to the closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft
moan from within. "Michele?" No answer. Michele's mouth was open in a
grimace, her head tossing from side to side, her three fingers buried to
the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast. Now Barbara
really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the door. "Oh!
Excuse... Oh." Embarrased at having barged in, but fascinated by the
scene she was witnessing, Barbara stood a moment in the doorway. Her
face flushing crimson, Michele returned to sensibility, and began to
cover herself. "Oh, sweet little sister, please, please, don't stop.
Wouldn't you like to finish what you started." Michele's hands didn't
want to leave their work, and after a moment resumed their rubbing.
Barbara watched entranced, her own fires warming. She softly entered the
room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Michele. "Oh yes. Oh, is
that good? Mmm." Her hand went to Michele's face, pushing back a strand
of hair. Michele had both hands back on her mound, one working the
puffy lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at
the hot flesh of the front wall of her canal. The older woman leaned
forward a bit, until her lips just brushed those of her newly-adopted
sister. Her tongue darted out, teasing Michele's soft, red, also darting
tongue. Barbara found the buttons up the back of Michele's sheer blouse,
and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the
blonde's shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the front clasp
of Michele's sheer bra and undid it quickly. The older woman's fingers
gently drew the straps from the blonde's shoulders and pulled the bra
from the treasures it had held. Michele's full breasts were capped with
pink silver-dollar-sized areolas, surrounding little berries that had
puckered up hard with her excitement. Barbara's hands went to the twin
globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently between her thumbs
and forefingers. "Look how your nipples pucker. I can't resist tasting
them." She bent and darted her tongue over them. Michele's hips began
to buck, her moaning grew louder. The brunette leaned forward and
flicked her tongue over the hard tip of Michele's nipple, while her
right hand joined Michele's own. At first exploring, then massaging
Michele's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the swollen
clitoris, intently watching the emotions on Michele's face. "Unn!...
Ohh!... OOOOH!"
"Come, little sister. Oh, yes, come for me. You look
so lovely!"
Michele reached the heights. She tottered a moment,
delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice, then plunged
headlong. Lightnings went off in her body, her muscles jerked and
spasmed, her round ass bumped on the seat. Her head was thrown back, her
mouth open. The tight muscles forced her and Barbara's fingers half out
of her body. "OOOOOOOOHHH." Skillfully playing the rhythm of Michele's
spasms, Barbara carefully massaged the clit, extending the awesome
throes of Michele's pleasure. Slowly, Michele's aftershocks eased, and
she eased into a warm, fuzzy glow. Barbara was enthralled, watching the
younger woman. Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue panties
were drenched. "Kiss me again," Michele murmered. Eagerly, Barbara
did, and found a warm, wet, tongue licking the corners of her mouth. The
blonde's hands went out to Barbara's body. Suddenly, she broke away.
"Barbara, I'm scared and I'm embarassed. I... I've never... er, ..." The
brunette replied, "Neither have I, sweet little sister. I've never even
considered it before. Relax. We're sisters, remember?" This was not
true, since Barbara had pleasured and been pleasured by a number of her
close female friends over the years. She said it to reassure Michele
that what they were doing was special between them. "You always seem to
know things," Michele remarked, nodding. "Come on, let's not stay in
here." They wandered back out into the hallway, Michele clad only in her
skirt and half-slip, clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They
returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Michele's
bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her
hips. Michele took a big gulp of champagne. Barbara smiled at her. "I'm
hot, too, now," she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in
one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants,
her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the full-chested blonde.
Michele watched wide-eyed as the brunette began to rub herself gently
through the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in
silence. Her curiosity was aroused, as well as her inner fires, which
were rekindled at the sight. Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to
undo Barbara's blouse. "I'll bet your breasts are beautiful." "They're
kinda small, not like yours." The blonde stopped unbuttoning at her
words. "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she thought. "Go ahead. Please.
I do want you to touch me," the brunette whispered. Michele gently
finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under
Barbara's belt, drawing the blouse open, unveiling the treasures
beneath. Barbara was wearing a shimmering light blue, lightly padded
bra. Michele reached behind Barbara, unhooked the bra, and gently pulled
it forward and down. Though not large, Barbara's breasts were well
shaped and full, firm, high, and crowned with quarter-sized areolas
which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast. "Oh! They ARE
beautiful." On sudden impulse, Michele leaned forward and kissed the
hardening brown tips. Barbara's nipples were highly sensitive and
erectile. She sometimes "got off" just from playing with her breasts, or
allowing others to do so. The sensation of Michele's kiss sent chills
down her spine, and caused contractions in her belly. Barbara removed
her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly
in her throat. Michele broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting
her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the brunette's lips.
Michele's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and
squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She
kissed her way down Barbara's neck and fastened her mouth around the
nipple and areola, swirling the flat of her tongue over the ripening
plums. Barbara's moaning grew. "Come, little sister." She said,
breathlessly. Getting up, she took Michele's hand, and led her to the
bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the
rest of her clothing. Under the severe business suit, she had worn a
shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky Vanity Fair
panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her hair and
milk-white skin. In fact, sometimes Barbara would go without underwear,
except for a garter belt and stockings, delighting in the delicate
sensuous feeling, and in the secret "naughtiness" of it. When Barbara
had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her garter belt and removed her
clinging, damp panties, Michele saw that her "bush" was full, a tangle
slightly more red than the hair on her head- -it made a lovely picture:
the pale flesh, the auburn public hair and the full, sensuous navel.
Barbara's legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of
globes that were a delight to behold. As she bent to remove her
stockings, the blonde briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies
behind nature's pink and frilly veil. Michele giggled slightly and
removed her skirt and half slip. In a moment, there were two very
different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed.
Barbara laughed. "We forget to bring the wine!" "I'll get it," Michele
laughed. Barbara watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere.
"Don't forget the glasses," she called out. Barbara turned down the
cover on the big bed, and when Michele returned, she smiled and bounced
onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Michele
giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat
next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman's neck,
her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the brunette's smaller
ones.
Barbara began to stroke Michele's back, running her hands up and
down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine
finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying rush of
excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing
the younger woman's rounded buttocks.
Michele flicked Barbara's jutting
nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered
one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips. Barbara
began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers.
Michele flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full nipples, and the
brunette began to shiver.
Barbara cupped her hands over Michele's
breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing
the warm flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers. "That feels so good,
Barbara," Michele murmered. Her hand strayed down Barbara's belly.
"You're so pretty. I love your pubic hair. See how it curls." She ran
her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Barbara's belly. She
pulled gently at the auburn curls, stroking her way closer and closer to
the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy
folds and ran a finger in the valley between. The brunette put her arms
around the blonde and pulled her onto her body, wrapping her thin legs
around the younger woman's fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh
hard against Michele's thigh and rotated her hips slowly. Michele
squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other
over, Barbara's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's lips
were kissing the brunettes. She stroked the other woman's belly with
her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips. She
maneuvered herself until her again-erect bud was pressing hotly against
Barbara's. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She
pushed her index finger down so that it simultaneously touched both
their clits, then pumped it up and down. Barbara lunged her hips
forward and up, increasing the pressure, pressing her own lengthening
bud against the blonde's. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding
the right angle, pressing, moving. Their wet warmths bumped and ground
together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths,
their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples.
The auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought
release, their two erect love-buds straining against each others'.
Michele dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the
pinnacle, "Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?" Barbara was beyond
thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge
of orgasm. She began to quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only
capable of sighs and moans. Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM." Barbara had
begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew
from her skin, her brown areolas and nipples looked ready to burst.
"mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" In the next moment, Michele, too, went
over, plunging into the lightnings once more. Her vagina clamped and
released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever more fiercely against
her slender partner's neither lips. "OHH... UNG...AHH." Michele
collapsed over the brunette's body. They twined their arms and legs
about each other, squirming in their aftershocks. "Ohh. Nice," Barbara
breathed. She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Michele,
and sipped. Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer,
moved aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator. "Do you have any
'toys' at home, Michele?" Michele was embarrased at the sight of
Barbara's "toy." When she felt the urge at home, she had learned to
"help herself" with fingers or a pillow--but never with something so
blatenty sexual. Michele blushed, and murmered,"no." Barbara walked
back to the bed, carrying the instrument. She bent down beside the bed
to plug the vibrator in the wall. She drank more champagne, then lay
back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at
her still-moist lips, then stopped. "Here, won't you do me?" she asked,
handing the instrument to Michele. Michele hefted the thing, stared
wide-eyed at Barbara's open, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her
pink portals open. She gulped down the rest of the contents of her
glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette's
knees. She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley
and rubbed it slowly up and down. Barbara reached down and pulled her
lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Michele prodded at the
entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument,
twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its end, and
turned it a little. A low-pitched hum began, the device waking in her
fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Barbara's
ample juices. Barbara moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound.
Michele watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm
pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls. She pushed, then
pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself
with her own fingers. With each entry Barbara's moans grew deeper. When
half the length of the vibrator had disappeared, Michele turned the
control up a bit more. The hum rose, the instrument pulsing in her hand.
"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..." Michele pulled it slowly out,
then pushed it back in. It slid more easily as Barbara's moisture wet
the shaft. Michele was warming to her task, and began to pump the
instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down. Although she
was unconscious of it, Michele's free hand wrapped itself around her
left breast, squeezing it, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then
pressing them. Barbara was grasping her own breasts. She spread her
fingers, and rotating her wrists, rolled her erect nipples. Her knees
spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew together on the out stroke. Her
head rocked back and forth. "Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!"
Michele pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft
resistance of Barbara's insides. She watched enthralled as the brunette
began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed,
her knees shaking. Michele's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.
She watched the brunette's pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the
instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in.
"Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!" Barbara bucked up, her body contacting
the bed only with her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her nipples
expanding. Michele turned the control up all the way. The instrument
buzzed, it seemed almost to draw into Barbara's body of itself. Barbara
pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more deeply
than Michele had dared. "mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!" Michele rotated the end
of the vibrator, twisting it in the brunette's body, stirring the flesh.
She stirred her own flesh with her fingers. "mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"
Again the rising moaning cry burst from Barbara's throat. Her body
flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still
deep in her body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Michele
had released her hold on the vibrator when Barbara dropped, but now
reached out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery with the
overflow of Barbara's hot honey. Her round ass-cheeks glistened with it.
Michele pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes.
Barbara's whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees,
her head jerked back, her face a grimace. "Nn... NNg... Gggk..."
Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips. Finally, the spasms
began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened. Michele
turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator. "Ahh! Wait!
Slowly." More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing. "Gee,
I never come like that," she thought. Barbara lay back, exhausted, her
eyes closed. Michele looked at the instument, slick with the other
woman's honey. She lay down next to Barbara, spread her legs and pressed
it to her tunnel. How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was,
it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and
turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied her,
watching the other woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the
vibrator was completing the work. She raised her knees higher, spread
them as wide as she could, and took the device in both hands and pushed.
"Ohh. Yes, it's good. Ohh." Barbara awoke from her drowse at the
sounds. "Oh, little sister, let me." Barbara took both the big fluffy
pillows and mounded them together. "Here. Lie over these," she
instructed. Michele rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round
cheeks in the air, her knees far apart. "Now relax, little
sister."
Barbara parted Michele's lips with one hand and guided the
instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in
Michele's body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she
switched it on. "Mmmm" Michele mumbled into the sheets as the device
hummed within her. Barbara worked more and more of the device into
Michele, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she
began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Michele's
wiggling derriere. "Ohh. Umm, Michele moaned." Barbara advanced the
control another notch. "Oooh... Ung.." The brunette pumped the
vibrating device in and out of Michele's hot tunnel, pressing it this
way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how Michele's flesh
clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh
inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little
ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out. Sensing the blonde was
at the edge, Barbara turned the machine on full and pressed it in,
working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Michele's
other opening with a wet fingertip. "Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!"
Michele's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles rippling, as the
waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Michele came. And came. Her
insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat
coursing her spine. She clamped hard on the vibrator, as it hummed
within her. She thought she would pass out, but still Barbara
insistantly stirred the machine in her body, while stroking her anus.
At last Michelle slumped with exhaustion, and the device turned off.
Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its
going. "Oh, Barbara. That was... beautiful! But, oh, I'm so sleepy!"
"Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep well." "Good.
Thanks. Hold me?" They kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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