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“Well, you’ve got to get out, have a good time. You should come out with Rolf and me. We’re off to that new seafood place in Manhattan Beach and then maybe a pub crawl.”

Lindsay Carter’s enthusiasm for life was infectious. Brown-haired, brown-eyed and perky as a cheerleader, she was Michelle’s next door neighbor and a good friend. Michelle guessed Lindsay to be about her age, early to mid- thirties. So far as Michelle knew, Lindsay had never married, didn’t work, and spent most of her time exercising her tight, muscular body. Michelle figured her friend and neighbor for a trust-fund baby, but never asked.

Michelle smiled. “Actually, I’m pretty tired this evening. I think I’ll pass.” The idea of being the third person on a date with Lindsay and her boyfriend Rolf, a Hollywood scriptwriter, had little appeal. She liked Lindsay well enough, but was never quite sure of where she stood with Rolf.

Michelle had just finished telling Lindsay about her crush on Evan, a student in the sophomore English class she taught at a nearby community college. Tall and lean, blonde and blue-eyed, the young man had given her a ride home on his motorcycle one evening. That ride, with her skirt flapping around her hips, that big Harley beast thrumming between her legs, had set her on fire. Michelle had fooled herself into believing that the Evan might actually be interested in her, an older woman. She’d told herself that she might even risk breaking the college’s rule against faculty dating students for a hunky guy like Evan. Then, things went awry. He’d unexpectedly taken up with Briana Wilson, the most tempting girl at the school, leaving Michelle disappointed and more than a little frayed around the edges.

“Well, suit yourself,” Lindsay told her. “Me, I’m going to dine on huge prawns and Dungeness crab.”

“Go for it, Girl,” Michelle told her.

They were seated at the patio table behind Michelle’s house, sipping a buttery Sonoma Valley Chardonnay and enjoying an early Friday evening. Hidden from view of the street and nosy neighbors by a fence and two large bougainvillea plants, Michelle’s outdoor room had created had both an aura of openness and coziness to it. Lindsay re-filled Michelle’s glass before emptying the bottle’s remains into her own. “I mean, you weren’t really going to do anything with him, anyway,” Lindsay said. “Were you?”

“Oh, I suppose not,” Michelle sighed. “After all, he’s fifteen years younger than me. It’s just that I wasn’t finished fantasizing about him.”

The women shared a moment of wry. After the moment passed, Lindsay leaned in conspiratorially. “I never told anyone, but I had a thing for that young Latino guy who put in the flower bed behind my house. He was unbelievable. He had this boyish face and smile and these muscles on his arms and chest and this cute little butt you wouldn’t believe. I’m guessing he was 18 or 19 years old. I’m telling you, he was hot.”

Michelle nodded and chuckled softly. “I know what you mean.” She was thinking of Evan’s long, muscular thighs, his tight derriere. “So, did anything come of it?” Lindsay’s eyes flashed. “I probably wouldn’t tell you about this if we weren’t drinking wine, but…”

“Go on,” Michelle urged her. She couldn’t resist the naughty sparkle in her friend’s eye.

“Well, I was standing in the kitchen watching him. I had just finished my Pilades and was dressed in my white Danskin and was sipping a glass of ice water. He was wearing jeans and work boots and no top. Sweat poured from him and, every time he moved, his muscles rippled under that brown skin. Honey, I’m saying beautiful.” Michelle smiled. “I can picture it.”

“So, anyway,” Lindsay continued, “I was watching him work and I started to think about what it would be to like to be with a young man like that. Remember how they were when they were young—so excited, so grateful? And they thought we were so perfect and beautiful and when they’d come it was like water flowing from a spigot and then ten minutes later they were hard and eager again? Remember?”

Lindsay’s words combined with the wine to embrace Michelle in a warm glow. “I remember,” she said. How could she forget? She’d had her moments in backseats, behind bleachers, at the movies.

“Standing there at that window, watching him, watching Miguel, I started to get aroused, you know. Like when you’re out on a date and a guy slides his hand under your dress and you know you have to have it and you know you’re going to get it? That’s how I felt and while I was watching Miguel I started pressing myself down there, you know, against the edge of the kitchen counter. Just kind of rocking and pressing myself against the counter.” Lindsay…” Michelle exclaimed. In college Michelle had masturbated in her bed while her roommate slept across the room—at least she’d thought the girl was asleep. Later on, she’d masturbated with college boys as an alternative to sexual intercourse and then often for her ex- husband as a prelude to sex. But she’d never talked to another woman about masturbation, much less confessed that she’d done it.

Lindsay laughed, obviously enjoying the fact that she’d broken a taboo. She wore a loose-fitting flowered blouse and a long, loose skirt. When Lindsay leaned forward for a sip of wine, Michelle could see the tops of her friend’s breasts. Lindsay sat cross-legged in her chair and when she leaned back, Michelle caught a glimpse of brown knees and thighs.

“So, after a few minutes of this, I’m like beside myself. You know what it’s like once you get started. I still remember the fantasy I was having. I was fantasizing about pinning this boy to the carpet in my living room, tying him to the furniture and just fucking him silly. I mean just using him for my own pleasure until I used him up.”

Michelle watched as a rosiness appeared on Lindsay’s face and descended onto her throat and cleavage. From the way she felt, Michelle suspected that she was flushed as well. “So, what happened next?” She couldn’t wait to hear.

“I swear I was about to head down the “O” highway, just rubbing against that counter, when I looked up and he was walking across the yard toward the house. He rapped on the kitchen door and called out for me. I stepped away from the counter and did my best to get my shit together. I mean, a fantasy is one thing, but I didn’t want him to see me like that.

“Anyway, he wants a drink of water. I’m thinking, what the hell? So, I ask him inside and he’s got the most gorgeous brown eyes you ever saw. I’m saying soft and mournful and steamy at the same time and it’s all I can do not to jump him right there. I get a water bottle from the ‘fridge and offer it to him and watch while he drains it, water spilling off his chin and down his bare chest and belly. Oh my God!”

Lindsay was speaking more rapidly, the wine and the memory working its magic on her. Michelle hung on every word. She could picture Miguel—the boyish face, the hard body. She imagined the way his jeans must have bunched around his crotch.

“And then…” Michelle encouraged her friend to continue. She reached for a corkscrew, opened a second bottle of wine and filled their glasses to the brim.

“Well, he must have become aware of how I was staring at him, because when he sat the water bottle down, he looked at me and then looked away real fast. That’s when I looked down at myself. Ok, Honey. Remember I said I was wearing this sheer, white Danskin and nothing else. Well, I look down and my nipples are coming through that Danskin. I mean, I have these really large brown nipples and when I get worked up, it’s like whoa baby. They were staring right at him.”

“Oh, Lindsay,” Michelle shook her head, delighted at her friend’s ribald tale.

“Here, just look at this,” Lindsay said. Unexpectedly, she raised her t-shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and in an instant Michelle found herself staring at two of the ripest, firmest breasts she’d ever seen. And, true to Lindsay’s description, at the end of each of was a large, brown aureole from which an erect nipple extended a good half inch.

“Oh my God,” Michelle exclaimed, giggling at her friend’s antics. “Lindsay, you are too much.”

Lindsay joined in the girlish giggle and held her breasts in her hands. “All I’m saying is this is how they must have looked to him.That damn Danskin didn’t hide a thing. Anyway, I bet your nipples are as hard as mine right now.”

Michelle smiled coyly over the top of her wine glass. She felt like this was getting a little out of hand, but she was having too much fun to stop. “Maybe,” she said.

Lindsay slapped a hand on her knee. “Come on, Girl, ‘fess up. I won’t tell you the rest of the story if you don’t.”

Michelle had worn a white silk blouse and a plain black skirt to work. She’d kicked off her heels, but otherwise was fully dressed including the pantyhose and bra underneath. She wasn’t sure where this was going, but she wasn’t about to miss out on the rest of Lindsay’s story. She dropped a hand to her blouse, unbuttoned each button and tugged the blouse from her skirt. She slipped it over her shoulders and draped it over the back of her chair. Next, she unloosed her bra and allowed it to fall to the ground.

“There you go,” she said, shaking her breasts at her friend like she imagined a stripper might shake them at her admirers. Unlike Lindsay’s breasts, which were brown, Michelle’s were milky white. Her pink nipples were swollen and pointed, little thimbles.

“I knew it,” Lindsay said. “I knew you were as worked up as me.”

Michelle giggled again. “Well, are you going to finish this story, or what?” She poured a little more of the wine.

Lindsay took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Here goes. So he’s just staring at me. And I ask him if he likes what he sees. It’s so cute you wouldn’t believe. He starts to blush and turns away, saying he’s sorry, he didn’t mean to stare. He thinks he’s in trouble, you know, like I might rat him out to his boss. But when he puts that bottle of water down and turns to leave, I touch him on the arm.”

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, I wasn’t letting him get away that easy. So, he looks back at me and I drop the top of that Danskin down over my boobs and I’m standing in front of him—tits out—just like I’m sitting here.”

Both women squealed with delight. “He must’ve gone crazy,” Michelle said.

“Well, not exactly. He was scared as much as anything. I mean, here’s this crazy Gringo woman, showing him her titties. He didn’t know what to make of it. But, anyway, I knew he was pretty worked up too, because I could see it in his jeans. He had this big ole boner and it was about to split his seams.”

Michelle could picture it. She remembered the way it felt to touch a hard-on through denim. She gulped her wine. “Go on, go on.”

“Well, I had a glass of ice water sitting on the counter. Just like this.” Lindsay nodded to the glass of ice water Michelle had served before they started on the wine. “So, I reached into it for a cube and I rubbed it on my nipples while he watched.”

“No. You didn’t!”

Lindsay arched her eyebrows and reached for an ice cube. “I’ll show you.” She rubbed the cube of ice across her breasts until it melted and the water pooled in her navel.

“Oh my God,” Michelle gasped. “You are too much.”

“You should try this,” Lindsay said. Her voice sounded as if it had dropped a half octave. Her eyes were smoky with lust.

“Oh, I don’t think…”

“C’mon, don’t be a party pooper.”

Michelle rolled her eyes, before reaching into the water glass. She took the last ice cube and brought it first to one nipple and then the other. The cold of the ice in the cool of the early evening air was almost more than she could bear. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and each touch sent a vibration between her legs. “No one ever did that to me,” she admitted, aware that her own voice sounded breathy and hoarse.

“Yeah, well, some one should do that to both of us,” Lindsay said with a sigh. She cleared her throat, “So, while I’m rubbing ice on my titties, I can’t help but notice that Miguel’s cock is just throbbing in his jeans. And you know how they start to get that pre-cum on the end. Well, he had a big wet spot showing through those thick jeans.”

“I love that,” Michelle said. Years earlier she’d been in her college library with a boy named Ethan. She’d rubbed him through his jeans under the table while they studied. Although he hadn’t come, he’d been so excited that he’d had to hide the dark, round spot to the left of his zipper with a notebook when they stood to leave.

“But it’s not just the ice on my nips that’s got him going,” Lindsay continued. “He’s staring at my crotch as much as I’m staring at his. So, I look down and I see why. Like I said, I’m wearing this white Danskin and nothing else. After the workout and that rubbing against the counter and this messing around with the ice, I’m pretty wet myself. Honey, I mean my pussy soaked that Danskin. And, because I’m shaved down there, he might as well have been looking at me naked. You could see it all, my lips, my slit. I swear he was able to see my clitty.”

Michelle’s jaw dropped and she swallowed hard. The combination of her friend’s words and the wine was having its effects on her. She could imagine with precision every detail Lindsay had described. She could feel the stickiness of her own excitement in her panties. “I’m like that right now,” she confessed before she realized she’d spoken.

Lindsay’s eyes widened. “God, I know it. Look at this. “She leaned back in her chair and hiked her skirt up over her hips. She rested her feet on the table and allowed her knees and thighs to fall open. Underneath her skirt she wore shear white panties that yearned to crawl inside her.

Michelle leaned across the table for a better look. She could make out the swollen labia, the seeping slit, the engorged clitoris. “Oh,” was all she could manage.

Lindsay smiled at her wickedly. “Now, come on. You can’t tell me you’re not as wet as I am.”

Michelle felt herself blush. “I guess,” she said over the rim of her wine glass.

“Well,” Lindsay said. “If I’m willing to show you, you should be willing to show me.” Michelle could hardly believe what she was hearing, could hardly believe how horny she felt. “Well…” she said.

“I won’t finish this story if you don’t,” Lindsay teased.

“Oh, all right.” Michelle stood, raised her skirt and reached underneath. She wriggled her hips as she shed her pantyhose. She sat on the chair, lifted one leg over a chair arm and showed herself to her friend. She wore only a sheer white thong under the pantyhose. The map of her wetness was etched across the crotch. Just like Lindsay, her lips were swollen, her vulva flush with agitation. The tiny button of her clit pulsed like a heart.

Lindsay leaned across the table. “I knew it,” she said. “I knew you were as worked up as me.”

“You better finish this story about Miguel before I melt,” Michelle said, her inhibitions washed away by the flood between her legs.

Lindsay emptied what remained of the second bottle of wine into their glasses. She took another deep breath. “Okay. Well, by now there’s no denying that Miguel and I both want it. I mean, we want it bad. And I can’t help myself. So, I drop to my knees right there and unzip him. I unzip him and reach inside and out pops the most exquisite cock I’ve ever seen.”

Michelle felt like she was floating. She could see everything her friend described, could imagine it happening to her. “You had to love it,” she murmured.

“Here’s the thing. I think I’m a pretty good cocksucker, so I went after it. Girl, I sucked on the head, rimming around it, poking my tongue into his pee hole. I took his balls, I mean these were the fullest, softest balls ever, into my mouth and sucked on them like they were little eggs and I needed them for nourishment.”

“And you were stroking his cock at the same time?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Exactly. And it was all slippery from my spit and his pre-cum and, oh my God, every time he stroked his cock in my mouth, I swear it tickled my clit.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Michelle said. Sometimes with the right man in the right situation being fucked in the mouth was as exciting as being fucked in the cunt. She’d come several times while delivering a blow job, more than once while she was fully dressed.

“After teasing him for a few minutes, I really went to work on him,” Lindsay told her. “I like to flick underneath a man’s head with my tongue while I jack them off into mouth.”

Michelle noticed that Lindsay’s eyes had gone blank. She was reliving her moment with Miguel. Michelle also noticed that Lindsay’s right hand had disappeared beneath the folds of her dress, leaving little doubt that she was touching herself through her panties as she told her story.

“I like to look up at them and watch their faces while I do it,” Michelle said aloud what she was thinking and allowed her own hand to slide up her skirt.

Lindsay exhaled sharply and bit her lower lip. “I was jacking him hard and flicking at the underside of his cock and looking right into his eyes. I told him I wanted him to give it to me, you know. That I wanted to taste him, that I wanted it on my lips and my tongue and down my throat.”

“Yeah,” Michelle breathed, “I like that too.” Under her skirt, she worked a finger insider her sopping thong. She was pretty sure that Lindsay had done the same. When Michelle grazed her clit with her fingertip, her whole body shuddered.

“And, then he shot it. I tried to catch it in my mouth and on my tongue, so I could show it to him, you know. But there was so much. Honey, he shot it all over my face and into my hair. And I didn’t care, I didn’t give a fuck because I was beyond giving a fuck. I just kept licking and sucking and stroking him. I wanted it. God, I wanted it.” “Oh, Lindsay.” Michelle’s words came out as a moan and caused Lindsay’s eyes to suddenly focus on her.

“You know what I’m talking about don’t you,” she said.

“Yes,” Michelle said. “Yes, I know how that is.” She was having trouble speaking, her breathing irregular.

Lindsay leaned back, her skirt falling over her bare thighs and revealing what Michelle had suspected. Lindsay had pushed her panties to the side and gently strummed her slit with her fingers.

“Oh, Girl,” Michelle said. “I’m right there with you.” She, too, leaned back in her chair. The pinkness of her vulva glistened with nectar in the rays of the setting sun.

“We’ve got to do something about this,” Lindsay said, glancing around.

“I think we already are,” Michelle said with a giggle, She rubbed her clit, a forefinger on one side of the sensitive flesh, an index finger on the other.

“I need a little more,” Lindsay said. She stood, stepped out her white panties and placed them on the table. Their heady aroma filled Michelle’s nostrils. Next, Lindsay lifted two long red tapered candles from the candelabra. She handed one to Michelle.

Michelle felt a little tipsy and absolutely wicked. She knew that somehow an agreement had been reached between her and Lindsay and they were in it until the end. She accepted the offered candle, laid it on the table, and reached under her skirt. She lifted her hips off the chair cushion and slipped out of her thong. She whirled it around before sending it flying across the yard. “I’ve never…” she said.

“Well, I might have,” Lindsay said, “but who’s keeping score.”

Both women returned to their seats, skirts high over their hips, legs open wide. Michelle took Lindsay’s left hand in hers and with her right pressed the fat end of the red candle flat between her pussy lips, not inserting it yet. She watched as Lindsay did the same, before locking onto her friend’s relentless gaze.

“Are you finishing this story, or not?” Michelle asked.

As usual the guys headed for the game room in the back. This gave us a chance to talk as they shot pool or played darts or ping pong.

Lana seemed to have that slightly glazed look and half smile which spoke of recent sexual gratification. Janet and I both sported rosy cheeks and wandering eyes which spoke more of lust. Lana was the first to speak.

“Whatever it is that we started it’s the best thing I have ever done. I told Larry about it last night and it’s been non-stop sex ever since. We sent the boys to my parents this morning and didn’t get out of the sack until it was time to come here.”

“I’ve been holding off telling Brad.” I said. “But I’ve been so horny that he’s probably figured out that something happened. Up till now he thinks it’s the toys.”

“That’s about my situation too.” said Janet as she put in her two cents worth. “But I’d be embarrassed to tell you how many times I did myself yesterday. I was off work and home alone from about 8 till 3. I actually did wear out the batteries in both my new toys.”

“Well. What is the next event on our program?” I asked. “And what about Gail and Alice?”

“I have a hunch that they would just as soon have their own private club. They seemed to be doing just fine without us, but I guess we should sound them out. How about you doing that Barb? Gail is your sister in law. Will she ‘tell you true’?”

“I think so I’ll give it a try and let you know. Now what about us three?”

Janet replied saying. “As far as I’m concerned we were doing just fine. I still want to get together and for the moment I won’t worry if it’s three or five. Now if we get carried away with our little touchy feely stuff then that might be a different story.”

“Oh. Do you want to get carried away?” asked Lana. “Just asking. I’m not against it but I really can’t say I’m ready for it either.”

“Hey guys.” I had to interrupt. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s just relax and enjoy whatever develops and not try to force anything.”

“Meanwhile before the guys come back I’m horny enough that if I dance with Larry or Jim I might get a little carried away. Is that going to be a problem? If it is I’ll behave.”

“I don’t care so long as he goes home with me. The more worked up Larry is the better.”

“My sentiments too. Here they come. Sorry, they aren’t coming, darn it, they are approaching.” This from Janet who used to be quite reserved.

Well dance we did. We mostly danced with other husbands and we very deliberately worked them over pretty good. It worked too. Brad was wound up enough that it carried over into Sunday and we had sex each time the kids seemed to be out of the way for awhile.

Lana and Janet reported similar results and I began to think very naughty thoughts. Thoughts that just a short time before would have brought instant self incrimination.

I did call Gail to feel her out and after hinting around a bit Gail understood what I was asking and said.

Well. To be totally honest we did get a little carried away. But it didn’t get beyond some kissing and helping the other use their toy. It was very erotic having her fuck me with a dildo. Almost like being fucked by a strange guy.”

“Is that all you did?” Said I as my pussy started to tingle. I really don’t see much wrong with that.”

Gail replied. “That’s all and I hope we are still up for this week. Just the thought of us five doing it together makes me horny.”

“Know what you mean. I’m in. See you then.” By then I was wet again and I headed to the bedroom to give myself a quickie. This week I thought maybe I’d try to trade toys with someone. It had been very exciting to try Lana’s vibrator. It was just enough different from mine to give me a much different sensation.

Janet was obviously getting great orgasms from her Beaver and in fact I was considering adding one to my Christmas list. Maybe she would let me try it. Should I call her and ask? Maybe I would.

Then. “Hi Jan. Just wanted to let you know that Thursday night is still on. It will be at Gail’s again. You up for it?”

“And how. God, last Thursday was awesome. If I were a guy I’d be showing hard every time I think about it as it is I get wet but no one can see.

Watching everybody as I did myself was just about as exciting as it gets. Don’t you think?”

“You know it. I get wet each time I get a visual of you standing over me with Beaver inside of you and you coming and coming. That was so erotic. I was coming too as I watched you.”

“I know you were. I think watching each other was making us both come. Don’t you?

“So anyhow Thursday is a go.”

“Great Barb. Now how about between now and then?”

“I don’t follow you Jan. Enlighten me.” I thought that maybe she was suggesting something but I wanted it to come from her if she was.

“Ahh, well, well to tell you the truth I wouldn’t mind a get together before then. Maybe you and Me or maybe you and Lana and me.” Janet hesitated but before I could reply she said. “I can’t believe I said what I just said. It almost makes me sound like a lesbian or something.”

“Well maybe we both are. I did enjoy touching you and Lana but I don’t think I’m ready for much more than that. At least not yet.”

“But anyhow call me if you get in the mood for something short of a lesbian encounter.”

Before she could reply I continued. “I didn’t get a chance to ask you. How did it go at home Saturday night? I’ve got to tell you it was hot at my house. You and Lana really worked Brad over good. We must have done it at least six times between Saturday night and Sunday. That’s a recent record.”

“Well, now that you mention it we did it in the back seat out in the parking lot. Jim was so hot he came almost right away. It was all right though I got off just that quick too.”

Best laid plans etc, etc. We didn’t manage a get together before Thursday night. But it was quite a good time for us all and somewhat different than the previous week.

Since Gail had no kids and her husband is always away on Wednesday and Thursday nights the ‘Meeting’ was scheduled at her house. Apparently she had put a lot of thought into the situation. She had turned her attic room into something which put me in mind of what I thought a Brothel might look like.

She said that her husband had helped. They did it for their own selves but she said that he (Gerald) seemed to have thoughts of entertaining up there. She didn’t explain further but I got the picture.

It was a large room they had spread three 3/4 beds around on the floor. Nothing larger would get up the stairs explained Gail plus, she said, Gerry said that considering the activity for which the room was intended for a 3/4 bed was plenty large enough.

Soft red lights, plenty of chiffon hanging around. Plush pillows on top of deep pile throw rugs, soft music and exotic smell completed the arrangement which almost made me wet just from the effect.

“Since I’m the hostess I get to set the agenda. OK?” Nobody objected so Gail continued. “First since we are all walking I made some punch. Drink up. Then I thought that we would each do a solo. With either our own or someone else’s toy. Then somebody else gets to make next week’s plan. OK?”

Again nobody objected and everyone started on the punch which I learned was called ‘Fish House Punch’ and it was might powerful.

“Great stuff.” opined Alice. “It’s going right to my pussy. Of course almost everything goes right to my pussy recently.”

Just then Lana popped up with. “OK who goes first. I vote for Gail since it’s her idea and her house.” We all clapped our approval.

Gail indicated her surrender by un-tying the belt on the satin robe that she was almost wearing and dropping it to the floor. She had nice boobs on a 5′5″ body and the fact that she played tennis almost every day was apparent as I observed her tight but rounded body.

She turned around slowly in a mock pose for us and then reached under a pillow and came out with what appeared to be a slightly smaller version of Janet’s Beaver.

“Gail’s been holding out. Where did that come from Gail? Come on now, fess up.” This from Janet.

“I’ve had this guy for about six months. Gerry picked it up on one of his trips. He got totally horny just waiting for me to try it out. I was real mean and I made him wait until I did it in private the first time. What a night that turned into.”

Gail showed no bashful reluctance and turned on the vibrators and put it deep into her cunt. “This doesn’t rotate she said it has two vibrators in the dick and one in the clit exciter. This is the first time that I’ve done it standing up.

She stood and let the toy so it’s thing for a moment then in a husky and wavering voice asked. Is it OK if I come now?”

Without waiting for a reply she did just that. She was pushing it into herself as hard as she could and her whole body seemed to be involved in her orgasm. Her head was thrown back and she was making erotic sounds. I like my three companions couldn’t help but have my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy.

She continued not letting her orgasm finish and I couldn’t help myself. I slid my skirt down to the floor and then threw my T-shirt into the air and then I was naked too. I had temporally lost my dildo. I found myself with my hand on Gail’s shoulder and with two fingers in my cunt as I finger fucked myself standing there in front of God and everyone.

I was amazed at myself for doing what I was doing. I looked around at the others to see their reaction. By now they were all naked. As they watched Gail and I they began to clap their hands in unison with my strokes. Then Gail got into the spirit.

She held her toy inside of her cunt with one hand and began to slap her side in time with the others. I couldn’t help but start laughing and began slapping my side in rhythm too. That is until I came with a rush and earned an additional round of applause.

That sort of broke up the exhibition phase. I put out my hand to Gail and she handed me her Baby Beaver to try. Then she asked to try Janet’s beaver saying that she wanted to try the rotation feature. Janet took the suction cup dildo from Lana and her own egg and found a piece of bare floor for the suction cup and quickly got busy with herself.

Lana took Alice’s clear glass dildo and her own egg and spread out on her back on a bed and was soon obviously enjoying the combination.

Alice helped herself to my hard rubber vibrating cock saying that it reminded her of a past lover. Since that was a reason that I bought it I made a mental note to compare histories with Alice at the first opportunity. She flopped on the same bed that Lana was on and got right into it.

Gail was still standing as she pushed the Beaver into herself. I stood next to her and turned the Baby Beaver controls to full high. He being wet from Gail’s juices and I being wet from my own he slid deep into my cunt without effort. Once in there I squeezed my cunt around him as hard as I could and I swear that I could feel his vibrations in my finger tips.

Without conscious thought Gail and I had our hands on the other’s shoulder in mutual support. I glanced down and noticed that Gail’s nipples looked very long. Then I looked at my own and saw that mine were just as long and that one was almost touching one of Gail’s. I couldn’t help myself and I leaned a bit closer until they were touching.

Gail looked at me and winked and then said that she was so weak that she needed to lie down. She gave me a brief kiss and I was sure that she gave me a bit of tongue. She then spread herself out over a second mattress.

There being no room for me there I took the third mattress and watched the joyous facial expressions and exotic body movements of my friends. As before the room quickly filled with the delicious odor of sex and the erotic buzz of vibrating joy toys.

Over riding the buzz of vibrators was the moans and yelps and the heavy breathing and the rhythmic thumping caused by five women as they floated in and out of orgasm.

We finally exhausted ourselves and soon found our way to the back patio. We were each somewhat disheveled and half dressed. But no one could see us as we enjoyed non-caffeine soft drinks or tea. Again rowdy remarks were common but couldn’t hide the undercurrent of love which resulted from our shared experience.

As we parted there was more intimacy than the previous week and all of the parting kisses were lip to lip. Some kisses lingered a bit longer than might be considered proper.

I had not told Brad about the club as yet. I was waiting for an opportune time. He did know about the party and about my purchases and that I was a lot more horny since then so he wasn’t complaining or asking questions.

Several times we had used the toys in our lovemaking and he seemed to come extra quick and extra hard when we did.

Finally one night he did start to question me and the time seemed right so I held his dick in my hand and ‘confessed’ about the club.

His immediate reaction was to become hard as a rock. Then I briefly described the sequence of events to date as I continued to hold his hard cock. Suddenly I felt it explode and spew cum all over my belly.

That sounded like a message to me. He must like the whole idea. He didn’t loose his hard so I pushed him over onto his back and climbed on.

For the next few days I simply enjoyed. I used my toys frequently and looked forward to the next club meeting. Sometimes as I masturbated I fantasized some outgrowth of the meetings like having Alice fuck me with the glass dildo as she had done to Gail.

Several times I imagined Lana and I doing each other I with my dildo in her and she with her’s in me. These brought intense orgasms but I really had no thought of actually doing such things. Of course only a few weeks ago I would have thought the idea of being in a Masturbation Club as being very weird also.

That Wednesday there was a flurry of phone calls to make sure everyone was still on board. In addition an additional idea was floated and accepted that at each meeting someone would lead off.

In other words someone each week would start the ball rolling by doing something erotic. Whoever did that would make the rules as to what should immediately follow. I having been involved in the previous meeting opener was put at the bottom of the list as were Gail and Alice.

Lana was elected for this week and Janet for the next week. I couldn’t help but speculate on what Lana would do. I questioned her several times but all she would say was that she had figured out an interesting trick that she would introduce to us all. She did ask that I bring my egg.

About 1:30 on Thursday I found myself home alone and horny as all get out. I called Lana and quickly learned that she was in the same state. I thought about inviting her over so that we could masturbate together.

As I was trying to work up the nerve Lana suddenly said. “How about some phone sex? We can each do ourselves and tell each other our fantasy as we do it. OK?”

At that moment I was already trying to wiggle out of my shorts and panties while holding the phone with my shoulder. “I’m already three quarters out of my clothes. If you’re serious I am ready.”

“Give me a minute. I’m downstairs and in tight jeans. Let me get them off and get to my bedroom. I’ll call you back in a minute.”

A minute later the phone rang. “I on my bed, I’m naked, and my fingers are playing a tune on my clit. How are you doing?”

“I just slid two fingers into my cunt and I am going to fuck myself while I tell you about my fantasy yesterday. I thought about us doing our vibrating dildos together but side by side on the same bed and each of us holding it for the other.”

Just a few seconds later I heard Lana gasp. “Oh shit, I’m coming, you made me come. You?”

I was too but silently. We continued but just told each other what we were doing to ourselves and no more talk about doing each other. We each came again and then again before Lana’s daughter came knocking at her bedroom door.

That night before I left for the meeting Brad locked the bedroom door and kissed me passionately and finger fucked me. When I was close to orgasm he stopped and then pushed me down the steps and out the door. As usual I was naked under my sun dress.

I reached Gail’s front door at the same time as Alice and we kissed briefly before entering. “You were one sexy sight walking with the sun behind you. I was wet to start with, I’m twice as wet now.”

She pushed me ahead of her and slid her hand under my dress and pinched my bare bottom as we went up the stairs to the third floor. We were the last to arrive. The other three girls had already made themselves naked and had drinks in their hands.

I wasted no time in shedding my dress and sitting on my legs on the middle bed. Gail handed me a drink which I promptly downed half of and Alice sat next to me her knee against my right thigh. I was startled to notice that my pussy signaled it’s approval of her action.

As I looked around the room I noticed that everyone but me had one hand in their crotch area and nobody’s hand was standing still. I invited myself to do the same and began to fuck myself with my middle finger.

At this point Lana stood up and spoke. “First I am going to do my thing and then since I get to direct the main event this is what I have decided upon. It’s based upon what we saw Alice and Gail do with the glass dildo.

“It looked like a lot of fun to me so tonight I want Alice the other three of us. So as not to get too carried away I brought a two minute timer. No more than two minutes each. Any objections? Good. Now I will do my demonstration.”

Meanwhile the single finger in my own vagina had been joined by another. I was wiggling them inside By then I had developed so much pussy juice that the squishing my fingers made as they moved about was noticeable to all.

Lana turned to me with a question in her expression. “In my bag.” I said. Lana rummaged around until she found my egg.

Lana had a shopping bag by her side she reached in and removed a strange looking item. I finally recognized that it was a plastic banana attached to a metal rod with a spring on the end and a clamp at the bottom.

She explained. “I was fourteen when I discovered the pleasures that could be derived from the use of the artificial banana. I love it to this day. A few weeks ago Larry made this gadget.

“How it works is that we clamp it to a chair. Then Larry sits on the chair. I stand in front of him and the banana is just the correct height to be half in my vagina. After I put it in me I stand in front of Larry with my hands on his shoulders and his hands on my buttocks.

“We kiss and then I move my ass and he guides me and I fuck the banana as we kiss and do other things to each other. It’s a totally different sensation having it inside of me and fucking it standing up. Remember Janet the other week? That’s where we got the idea.

“I’m going to do it just a bit differently since I can’t ask anyone to play Larry. I borrowed Barb’s egg and I have my own. I’m going to hold Barb’s egg to my clit as I fuck the banana but give the control to her. I’ll use my own on my boobs as I do.”

As she was speaking she clamped the device to the chair. Then she stood in front of it and held the banana as she stuck it into herself. She was obviously quite ready as I could see her juice running down it’s length. It was a very sexy sight.

She experimented by making a couple of movements but the chair rocked.

It was obvious that it needed some weight to hold it down. Lana looked pleadingly at me and I nodded. She removed herself from the banana with a noticeable ‘plop’ as it slid out of her. I lifted my leg around the rig and sat my hot buttocks on the cold chair.

Now the banana was inches from my face as Lana again positioned herself on it. I was not going to be able to finger fuck myself in that position so we decided that I would hold my egg to myself and Lana would hold her own.