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Tori walked through the entrance of the small neighborhood club and paused to let her eyes adjust to the muted light. It was fairly crowded for so early on a Friday evening. She had just stopped by for a drink on her way home from work as she only lived a couple of blocks away and had no other plans for the evening.

It was a comfortable place, cozy enough to just stop in for a quick drink but large enough to spend the evening with friends for some dancing or just listening to the house band that played ‘all the hits from yesterday and today’.

Tori scanned the familiar room, taking in the tables that sat two to four surrounding the small dance floor and the bar that lined the far wall. Spotting an empty stool at the bar, she began to make her way in that direction. Just as she was about to claim her spot, she felt a hand at her elbow.

“Tori? I thought that was you.”

Tori turned to the smiling handsome face looking down at her through twinkling dark eyes. She studied him quizzically for a moment, trying to place him.

“It’s me, Jack, you know…Brenda’s husband.”

“Of course, Jack. I thought you looked familiar. What are you doing here? Is Brenda with you?”

Brenda was a co-worker of Tori’s. They were both paralegals at one of the city’s larger and more respected law firms. Tori had met Jack in passing a couple of times when he had come by the office to take Brenda to lunch or just stopped in to say hello when he was in the neighborhood. If Tori remembered correctly, she thought that Brenda had told her that he owned his own small real estate brokerage. Brenda always spoke glowingly of her husband and it seemed that they were doing quite well, both financially and personally.

“She is…right over there,” he replied, gesturing to a small table in a dimly lit corner.

Tori looked over to see Brenda smiling and sending a small wave in her direction.

“Are you here alone, tonight?”

“Yes,” Tori affirmed. “I was just stopping by for a quick drink on my way home.”

“If you don’t have any other plans, why don’t you join us?”

“Well, I don’t want to intrude…” Tori hesitated, thinking Jack may just be being polite.

“Nonsense,” he countered. “Brenda always speaks so highly of you. I know she’d love for you to join us, and will be miffed with me if I don’t convince you.”

“Well, okay, if you put it that way. I’d love to. It would be nice to spend some time together away from the office. I’ve always enjoyed Brenda’s company, too.”

“Good, it’s settled then.” Jack again took her elbow and escorted her around the tables to theirs.

As Tori sat down, Brenda took her hand lightly telling her how glad she was to run into her and that she’d agreed to join them. Suddenly, she grasped Tori’s hand tightly and, with what looked like surprise, quickly turned her head in Jack’s direction.

“Are you okay, Brenda?” Tori asked, startled and concerned.

“Yes, yes, of course,” Brenda said, pulling her hand away. “Sorry, I…I’m fine.” With that, she stared down at the table for a moment and then looked back at her friend as if nothing had happened.

“That was weird,” thought Tori. But, Brenda seemed herself now, so she thought no more about it.

Jack hailed the waitress and ordered drinks and snacks for them as they chatted and got to know each other better. The three were enjoying each other’s company, talking and laughing. The women had fun taking turns on the dance floor with Jack and, all in all, it had become a lovely evening. Jack was charming, Tori thought, in a very relaxed and natural way. Not at all like some, who seem to ‘put it on’. He and Brenda were obviously very much in love and he appeared to be just a really nice guy. He could be very interesting, but not at all a braggart, when talking about himself or his opinions, but was also intent on what anyone else had to say. Tori was glad at the way the evening was turning out and she found herself happy that she felt that this was the beginning of a new friendship outside of work, also. Just as she had felt at the office, she realized that she really was fond of Brenda and she knew that they were on their way to becoming close friends.

Tori had also noted, however, that Brenda seemed to occasionally appear preoccupied. She would get a rather far away expression in her eyes, looking down at the table and squirming in her seat, sometimes even biting her lip a bit. This seemed unusual to Tori, as the Brenda she knew from work was not at all ‘fidgety’, but rather was always at ease with herself and quite focused. During these moments, Jack would put his arm around Brenda’s shoulders, stroking her upper arm. He would always have a big smile on his face and his twinkling eyes sometimes even seemed to reflect a bit of amusement. But, these moments would pass and then Brenda would appear to be fine again. Tori soon decided that it was just a result of the several rounds of drinks they had shared and was nothing to worry about.

Eventually, Brenda leaned over and whispered into Jack’s ear. His face first registered a look of surprise that quickly turned into a grin as he glanced over at Tori. “What?” Tori asked.

Jack looked down at Brenda, who seemed to flush slightly answering, “It’s nothing, never mind,” as she again looked down at the table.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Tori was worried now.

“No, it’s fine, really,” Brenda assured her. But, then turning to Jack, Tori heard her murmur, “Come on, Jack, please!”

“I’m really quite comfortable right now and I don’t feel like getting up,” he answered her trying to look stern, but not able to control his smile. Then, with a chuckle, he asked, “How about another drink, honey?”

With an exasperated and almost desperate expression, Brenda burst out at him, “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!”

“What the heck is going on?” Tori broke in. She had no idea what she was getting in the middle of and knew it was probably none of her business, but somehow couldn’t help herself from jumping in to defend her friend.

Jack leaned across the table in front of his wife to get closer to Tori and as she heard Brenda whisper to him, “No, Jack, don’t,” he looked Tori in the eye and said, “Brenda has a little emergency. She has to go to the bathroom, but she needs some help. Maybe you wouldn’t mind giving her a hand?” With that he flashed Tori another winning smile and leaned back into his chair.

“Huh?” Tori was totally confused, now. She looked from Jack’s happy face to Brenda, who now was blushing furiously and looking down at her hands which were both tightly clutching the edge of the table as she again began to squirm in her seat. “Well, sure, I guess.” Turning to Brenda, she put a hand on hers and said kindly, “I don’t mind helping you, if you need me to, Brenda. No problem, at all.” Tori couldn’t imagine what was such a big deal and, if it was, why Jack wouldn’t take care of it.

“Okay, thanks, I’d really appreciate it,” Brenda mumbled quietly as she stood and took Tori’s hand to lead her toward the rest rooms.

As the two women headed away, Jack called out, “Tori, wait a second. Here…you’ll need this.” With that, he handed Tori a tiny gold key. She looked at it curiously and asked, “What’s this for?”

Jack just shook his head and answered, “You’ll see…”. So, Tori palmed the key and hurried after Brenda who was waiting at the entrance to the hallway leading to the rest rooms, shifting anxiously from one foot to the other.

In the ladies room there were two stalls, one standard and one larger one for handicapped access. They were both empty, but Brenda surprised Tori by heading for the larger one. Tori started to say, “I’ll be right out here, if you need…”. But, Brenda grabbed her hand and pulled Tori in with her, latching the door behind them. “Umm, okay, or I’ll just come on in with you,” she continued, as she stood with her back to the door starting to feel a little uncomfortable now. She had no idea what was expected of her. As far as she knew, Brenda had never had any problems using the bathrooms at work and she had assumed that she just hadn’t wanted to come in here alone. And what was that key for, anyway?

Brenda began to gather her skirt up in her hands and, as the tops of her thigh high stockings came into view, Tori looked up at the ceiling, the walls, the floor, everywhere except directly at Brenda, who seemed unconcerned about exposing herself in front of her co-worker.

“Did he give you the key?” Brenda asked, breathlessly.

“Uh, huh.” Tori reached out to hand the key to Brenda.

“But, you have to do it for me.”

Tori slowly forced herself to look at Brenda. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight. Brenda was standing in front of her with her skirt gathered around her waist, baring the bottom half of her body to Tori, watching Tori’s face carefully. “What the hell are you wearing?” Tori asked, not able to tear her gaze away.

Tori saw that Brenda wasn’t wearing any panties, but instead what appeared to be something resembling, but not quite, a type of thong. Two narrow, soft leather straps disappeared over Brenda’s slender, but rounded hips toward her backside. They met in the center of her flat abdomen in a V shape. From the bottom of the V, another narrow strap disappeared between her legs. This strap was pulled snugly against Brenda’s crotch, with the result being that her nether lips bulged open on either side. Tori could see that her friend’s mound was cleanly shaven and her labia looked swollen and amazingly aroused. She swallowed, still staring, as she realized that the sight of her friend like this had caused a disturbing stirring to begin deep in her own abdomen.

“Tori? Please, I really have to pee.” Brenda implored.

“What? Oh, yeah…sorry. What do you need me to do?”

Turning around to expose her backside, Brenda said, “You need to unlock me.”

Tori saw that the two hip straps met again in a V just at the cleft of Brenda’s buttocks. The bottom strap, wedged tightly between her cheeks came up to meet the other two, where they were all joined by a small gold padlock. She approached reluctantly realizing that there was no way to open the padlock without touching Brenda more intimately than she had ever touched another woman. It wasn’t helping that Brenda was clenching and unclenching her tight little cheek muscles and wiggling her derriere around, trying to control her urge to relieve herself. Tori found herself experiencing feelings and surprising desires that she had never even thought of before. Standing close behind Brenda, Tori suddenly was very aware of the other woman”s shining brunette hair. It thickly cascaded about her shoulders with a slight natural wave and Tori wondered that she had never noticed the brilliant auburn highlights before. Unconsciously leaning slightly forward she caught the faint whiff of coconut as Brenda turned her head to look questioningly into her eyes.

Tori quickly took a step back and cleared her throat, looking down to deal with the task at hand. She gently hooked her left index finger under one of the hip straps and slid it along until it was under the shining padlock. The straps were hooked quite tightly and the action pressed her finger deeply against Brenda”s warm flesh. Tori felt a jolt of electricity run from her finger right up her arm and into her belly. What was she thinking? She quickly slipped the key in to unlock and remove the padlock, dropping them both into the pocket of her jacket. As she watched the two hip straps fall away, she couldn”t stop herself from letting one finger slip softly across the swell of Brenda”s trembling left cheek.

Leaning forward and thrusting her buttocks toward Tori, Brenda looked back over her shoulder at her and quietly said, “Now, just slide that other strap down.” Never looking up, Tori reached out and, grasping the top end of the strap began to slowly slip it down and out from between Brenda”s buttocks. As she did, she watched its progress intently. When it reached the crux between Brenda”s buttocks and the top of her thighs, Tori reluctantly released it.

Brenda turned to face Tori and spread her legs apart as the straps fell down between her legs. Strangely, they didn”t drop to the floor, but hung there as if they were somehow stuck in Brenda”s crotch. Tori looked up from this sight as Brenda told her, “Okay, now you have to unhook the clasp.” Seeing the confused look on her friend”s face, Brenda reached down with one hand and, thrusting her hips forward, spread her labia to expose her inner folds.

Tori bent closer to look. She couldn”t quite believe what she was seeing. A mere few inches from her eyes, Brenda”s swollen nether lips were spread exposing her engorged, dark pink inflamed sex. Her clit was large and distended. Tori thought she could even see it throbbing slightly with…well, she wasn”t sure she wanted to know what it was throbbing with, although it was quite evident. The entire area was soaked with Brenda”s fluids and the sweet, musky aroma that enveloped Tori was obvious and, she thought, intoxicating. As she stared, Tori could feel her own juices starting to flow as her vaginal muscles clutched at her. She squinted down between Brenda”s lips to try to identify the strange contraption that seemed to be attached to her. There was a small object with two tiny clips that surrounded her clit. From the object a thin wire hung down, appearing to be what was attaching it from Brenda to the leather thong.

“What is it?” Tori asked, looking up at Brenda”s unreadable expression.

“It”s a butterfly, a vibrator. It works with a remote control device.” Now Brenda smiled shyly, but mischievously at Tori. “Jack has that.”

Tori had to stop and think for a moment before realizing the full implications of what her friend had just told her. Looking at Brenda with the beginnings of anger at such indignity being imposed upon her by her husband, she retorted, “You mean he locks you into this thing, makes you go out in public and, and… .”

“No, no. It”s not like that at all,” Brenda broke in. “Look, can we talk about this after I pee? I really need you to get me out of this.”

“Oh, sorry, okay.” Tori knelt down in front of Brenda. Brenda had returned both hands to the task of holding her skirt up and out of the way, so Tori took her left palm and pressed it against the other woman”s smooth mound as she reached her thumb and forefinger down to slide between and spread Brenda’s lips wide. “It”s kind of hard to see what I”m doing here. Could you cock your hips forward a little again?” Tori was surprised when Brenda thrust her hips quickly toward her almost before she”d gotten the request out, practically hitting Tori in the nose with her wet pussy and causing the dangling thong to swing forward and back, pulling on her already engorged clit. Glancing upward, she saw that Brenda now had her eyes closed and she was slowly licking her lips with the tip of her tongue. Tori could also see Brenda”s hard, erect nipples poking out through the fabric of her silky dress. She didn”t need to check to know that her own nipples were also hard and erect. She could feel them straining at her breasts…if she could only just touch them a little. But, what was really disconcerting was the urge she felt to reach up and touch Brenda”s nipples. Tori took a deep breath and felt her own taut nipples through her blouse scrape deliciously against the course fabric inside her jacket.

Tori shook her head and decided that she”d better get this over with quickly. She didn”t want Brenda to see the state she was getting into. Reaching up toward Brenda”s clit she began to gently pry the small clips apart, trying to actually touch her clit as little as possible. This was no small task as the entire area was so wet and slippery. Tori found her fingers slipping continuously as she fumbled about, biting her lower lip and sucking it between her teeth as she tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore the quiet moans coming from above and her own escalating arousal. “There, got it!” she exclaimed triumphantly as the clasps finally let go, accompanied by a gasp from Brenda.

Tori stood up clutching the thong and headed for the door thinking, “Thank God that”s over.” Out loud she said, “I”ll wait for you outside.”

“But, wait. We”re not done.”

Tori stopped dead in her tracks. “We”re not?” She turned back slowly. Brenda had raised one foot up onto the top of the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide apart. With her hips still cocked forward, Tori again had an unobstructed view of Brenda”s swollen, dripping pussy. “The balls,” Brenda said, blushing now. “We have to get the balls out so I can pee.”

Tori felt a surge travel straight through her belly into her own throbbing clit. “You mean you want me to stick my fingers up, ah, there?”

Brenda”s eyes were locked on the floor as she nodded quickly. “I can”t get them out myself, Tori. Please?”, she implored quietly.

Tori knelt down between her friend”s legs, looking up at her exposed crotch. She had to take a deep breath to steady herself as she realized that her growing problem was not that she didn”t want to do this, but rather that she wanted to do this very much. She slowly raised her right hand and ran her index finger along the inside of the open nether lips. She told herself that this was for lubrication, but she knew that she really just wanted to feel the slick softness that was there. Brenda”s soft sigh from above reminded her of her purpose, so she slowly slipped one finger through the folds and up inside. Sure enough, before getting past even the first knuckle Tori felt something smooth and hard impeding her progress. Brenda was so wet and open that Tori easily added a second finger as she began to explore this unknown territory. As she moved her fingers about inside Brenda, she could feel two balls that filled the space but moved around rubbing against her inner walls at the slightest touch. As they moved Tori was aware of a slight vibration emanating from them. Tori became aware that her own crotch was soaked at the thought of what the combination of those balls inside and the vibrator on Brenda”s clit must feel like. She lost herself in the feel of the smooth, wet velvet walls against her fingertips as she explored the inside of her friend, feeling her own excitement building by the second. Tori found herself clenching her thighs tightly together, fighting the urge to rock her hips in response to her unexpected arousal.

“Oh my god, Tori”, Brenda gasped as she brought a hand down onto Tori”s head and began to grasp at and stroke her short cropped blond hair, pushing her face even closer to her glistening pussy. Tori was lost in the sensations now and, almost without hesitation, reached out her tongue and tentatively flicked the tip of it over Brenda”s engorged clit. Brenda”s hips lurched forward in response, pushing Tori”s mouth firmly between her lips. Tori instinctively closed her mouth around Brenda”s clit and began to gently suckle at it, continuing to stroke it with the tip of her tongue as her fingers plunged in and out in time with the moans now coming from both women.

“I can”t stand it anymore, Tori. I”m going to cum…I”m going to pee!” This brought Tori back to reality. She really didn”t want to be peed on, so she quickly pulled her mouth away and deftly hooking her fingers around the balls pulled them one at a time from her friend”s pussy. Then, grabbing Brenda by the hips, she swung her friend around and swiftly guided her to sit on the toilet. Still kneeling between Brenda”s knees, Tori watched in fascination as Brenda voided and came in a great explosion a mere inches from her eyes. She felt herself begin to shudder in response and pressed her face into Brenda”s firm thigh to quell the sound of her scream as her own climax overcame her.

Time seemed to stand still as the two women”s breathing slowly returned to normal. Tori became dimly aware of Brenda”s hand gently stroking her hair and wiping the beads of perspiration from her forehead.

Until they fell into a deep sleep an hour or so later, the two girls lay entwined, tongues and fingers probing into each other, provoking several rain-gentle, relaxing orgasms.

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“Please vote if you enjoyed my story. This journey continues with Chapter 11.”

Soon the head of my penis moved almost inside Jenn on each stroke, and I began to move from side to side when my thrust was at its greatest, rubbing back and forth against her clitoris. Her hip action increased, and I no longer needed to press my penis with my hand in order for its head to begin to enter her vagina. She was so wet that it felt like her pussy lips were greased. The only reason my penis didn’t enter her was the angle between our bodies, and either of us could easily correct if we so desired.

Jenn began to grunt and moan with each of my slow, deliberate thrusts, and I left the head of my penis at her vaginal opening longer and longer. She suddenly woke up, and we both added side-to-side motion to our forward and back hip action. She raised herself up to kiss me, and I began to rub her breasts and pull gently on her nipples. The change in her posture caused the head of my penis to begin to enter her vagina, and I held it there, twisting and turning, while we kissed. If she pushed herself up and leaned back, my penis was going to enter her. As it was her rocking hip action caused the head of my penis to really stimulate her, and I could feel the opening to her vagina alternately squeezing and releasing me.

Our motions got faster and faster, and Jenn’s grunts and moans got louder and longer. Suddenly she climaxed, and once again the only thing that kept my penis from entering her was the angle between our bodies when she dropped herself on me. The head of my penis was still at the entrance to her vagina, and I could feel her contractions through it. The sensations were incredibly exciting, and as her orgasm died down, I moved my penis back and forth against her, and she climaxed again, dislodging the head of my penis from the entrance to her vagina with her writhing.

After a few seconds Jenn’s screaming stopped, and I could hear a wet popping sound from her vagina as she twisted her hips back and forth. Jenn was still really aroused! I gently rolled her off me so that we were lying side-by-side, and I slid one hand down to her crotch. I rubbed my hand along her pussy, lubricating my fingers and thumb, and then I pushed three fingers into her, and rubbed her clitoris with my slippery thumb.

Inside Jenn I spread my fingers to make her feel as if her cunt had a really big dork in it, and I again found her G-spot. Very gently and slowly I began to rub her most sensitive spots, alternating between her G-spot and her clitoris, while kissing her face, neck, and breasts. For at least ten minutes I rubbed her almost to orgasm, then backed away.

In spite of the cold cabin air, Jenn kicked off the sheet and blanket, and lay spread-eagled on her back on the bed. She began to rub her hands all over my body. The cold air in the cabin didn’t matter to either of us anymore.

I slowly moved until I was kneeling between her legs. I placed the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. “Do you want me to slide it into you, Jenn?” I asked in a husky voice.

“God yes! Now! Fuck me now! I want you inside me!” she screamed and threw one arm over her eyes and arched her back, opening herself up even more. I heard her vagina make another wet pop, but I found I couldn’t do it. If I’d had a condom, I wouldn’t have even considered what was really bothering me. I would have slipped it over my cock and plunged it into her waiting snatch.

I had correctly believed that I could arouse Jenn to this point by making her live up to her arrangement with me. But I had also promised that I wouldn’t fuck her unless she wore the black outfit. But so what? Wasn’t the idea to get her up here and fuck her? As I hesitated, I suddenly found myself exploding with feelings for Jenn. I realized I was unable to betray our new arrangement concerning the black negligee. Stupid!

Jenn was twisting and writhing under me. I heard her vagina pop again. Since I couldn’t just fuck Jenn, I picked up the dildo, pushed my dork away from her pussy, and held the dildo just like my penis. Then I rocked forward, sliding the dildo all of the way into her in one, slow, smooth push. I had two fingers between the tickler and her clitoris so that she wouldn’t feel it, and I pressed my fingers against her clitoris. This was too much for Jenn, and she arched her back, thrashed her arms, pulled her knees up, and screamed over and over. I held the dildo firmly against my crotch, and I pretended it was my penis as I fucked her with it. She screamed and climaxed twice more before she went completely limp, gasping for breath. I pulled the dildo out of her with a wet “plop,” and then lay down beside her and caressed her all over as we cuddled.

My balls were aching like they were going to explode! As Jenn recovered, she reached down, took hold of my penis, and realized that it was still rock-hard and erect. “Didn’t you fuck me?” she asked?

“No, I used the dildo,” I replied.

“Why? I wanted you inside me! Why didn’t you? God, I even thought it was you and it was incredible!”

“Jenn, I can’t talk about that until I get some relief! My balls are throbbing!”.

Jenn giggled, and crawled on top of me with her dripping twat almost in my face and licked and sucked until I came. This time she was ready, and she caught nearly all of my cum in her mouth. As my penis began to deflate, Jenn spun herself around on me and pushed a huge mass of cum into my mouth with her tongue. Then she giggled again.

After pulling the sheet and blanket back over us and cuddling for a few minutes, Jenn repeated her question. “So, why didn’t you fuck me when you had the chance? Is there something wrong with me?”

By that time I could verbalize my answer. “Jenn, I took unfair advantage of you all weekend, and I made you do all sorts of things you had never done before. I kept turning you on, and I figured that eventually your sexual passions would overwhelm everything else, even your own sense of right and wrong.”

Jenn was staring at me with a strange look in her eyes. Abruptly I realized something else, and I told her, “We didn’t have any protection, and I knew I might get you pregnant. I’d gladly marry you if that happened, cuz I know you would never get an abortion. But I don’t think we could succeed in a marriage if a baby caused it.”

Now the look on Jenn’s face was a mixture of confusion and sadness. “So you didn’t fuck me because you don’t want us to make babies together? Is that it?”

“No, Jenn. If we decided - in particular if YOU decided - that we should have unprotected sex because we were heading toward marriage anyway, then that would make everything different. But I couldn’t just . . . arouse you . . . trick you . . . Ah, shit! I couldn’t take advantage of you like that, okay? Particularly after we made that deal with the negligee! And I’ve never wanted to make babies with anyone before, but now I think I do with you!”

Now Jenn was smiling. “Does this happen to you a lot? You get the girl all hot and then can’t finish because you worry about her?”

“Truthfully, this is the first time I’ve ever turned down a fully-aroused and ready woman! It’s not that I didn’t want to fuck you, it’s more like . . . I’ve never wanted to have sex so much before. Hell, I don’t really understand!”

Jenn kissed me then held me close for a couple of minutes. “So, you don’t ever plan to make love to me, is that it?” She asked.

This time I laughed. “Not exactly! If you decide to make love to me when you’re not turned on to the point of losing control - as you were a few minutes ago - then you won’t be able to keep me out of you! Let me repeat what we agreed earlier. If you ever wear that black negligee for me again, I’ll assume you’ve decided that we can make love, and I’ll do everything I can to arouse every sexual passion in you I can before I slide my penis into you.”

Jenn looked thoughtful in the dawn light coming in the windows. After a few minutes she spoke. “Okay, I’ll go along with that. But I’m still a little confused. I reached the point where I couldn’t stop. I didn’t even WANT to stop! How were you able to keep from having sex with me? Did I do something wrong? Weren’t you as excited as I was?”

“Jenn, it wasn’t easy! We both know I’ve had a lot more experience with sex than you! I knew you would have felt ‘used’ if I had taken advantage of you that way.”

Jenn was quiet for another minute or so. “What would happen if I let another guy get me into the same position? Would he be able to quit?”

“Jenn, you would almost certainly get fucked,” I replied. “I don’t mind breaking down your inhibitions, and I love introducing you to sexual passion, but I have too much feeling and too much respect for you to take advantage of you like that. And that is a surprise to me, too!”

“You don’t call what you did so far taking advantage?” Jenn challenged and she began to punch me gently in the stomach.

“Of course I took advantage of you!” I replied. “But did we do anything that you regret? Besides you took advantage of me in order to finish that exam!”

After a few moments Jenn answered. “My only regret is I’ve lost my sexual innocence. My relationships with men will never be the same again.”

“You were naive before, Jenn. Now you understand much more about your own desires as well as mine, and your relationships with men will be mature, as a woman, not as a girl.”

Jenn grinned at me. “You’re hoping that I’ll put on that black outfit and lie back down like I was before, aren’t you?”

I grinned back. “Of course! And if you do, I promise I won’t stop! You can watch my penis going in and out of you, not the dildo!”

“Well, your instincts are pretty darned good, Don!” Jenn said. “I’m right in the middle of the month, between periods. If you wanted to get me pregnant, this is probably just about the best day to do it. I think I’ll skip unprotected sex today! I’m not ready to become a mother just yet!” We cuddled and kissed for several minutes.

We finally got up from the sweat-drenched, sticky sheets, and explored our mutual passions by taking a long, gentle shower. Then we dried off and prepared breakfast. As we sat together, each enjoying the relaxed nudity of the other, Jenn asked, “So what am I supposed to do when I get really horny? That’s probably going to happen a lot from now on.”

I pointed to the dildo, still covered with her slime, lying on the floor. “Pretend that’s me!”

Jenn grabbed my dork, “Why couldn’t I pretend it was someone else?” she asked and she named a couple of movie stars.

“Jenn, your fantasies are your own business!” I said. “But that dildo still looks like my dork, regardless of who your fantasy lover is!” Jenn laughed and we kissed again.

We tossed the sheets, our towels, her negligee, and most of our other clothes into the washing machine, and turned it on. I picked Jenn up, placed her on its vibrating top, and then stood against her with my penis pressing against her pubic hair. She slid forward until the head of my penis was against her pussy, and then we kissed while the vibrations of the washing machine got us both turned on.

“It’s incredible how much I want to have you inside me when I get this stirred up!” Jenn exclaimed.

“Just pretend I’m really inside you and let yourself go! I’ll hold my penis against your love button.”

I positioned the head of my penis directly against her clitoris and Jenn closed her eyes. I kissed her and fondled her breasts until she had another screaming orgasm. As she calmed down, she remarked, “I came to this cabin without knowing what an orgasm really was. Now I’m getting them doing the laundry!”

We both laughed, and I pulled her down, and we kissed and cuddled until the washing finished.

It was only about nine in the morning, and we figured we could dry things for several hours, so we hung everything on the line outside. Then we walked around the little clearing and took in the view. I turned to look at Jenn, and marveled at her beautiful face and hair, her perky breasts, and her blond pubic thatch. She turned, smiled, and kissed and hugged me. We clung together and stood there for quite a while. Our touching got us both more and more excited.

“Wait here!” Jenn said. She got the blanket we’d used for sunbathing from the car and spread it out on some soft ground in the shade under some trees. She motioned for me to join her.

“I really want to make love with you, but I’m afraid to today!” She said. “I want us to climax together here, under these trees. You told me about sixty-nine when we took the purity test. Can we do that here?”

We could and we did. I lay on my back and Jenn knelt over my head. She leaned down and began to kiss and lick my penis, and I started kissing and licking her labia. I had to stop her several times because she got me too close, but after a half- hour or so, I knew that she was right on the edge. With the help of a couple of fingers, I got her to explode. The sight of her pulsing vagina set me off, and I blasted cum into her mouth.

Jenn clamped her thighs so hard around my head that at first I couldn’t hear her screams. But I could see and feel her orgasm against my face. As she licked my penis, I brought her to yet another climax. This one I heard as her screams echoed across the valley.

As Jenn began to calm down, she clambered around and lay atop me, our mouths together and my limp penis against her crotch. She giggled as we shared the mixed sexual juices from our bodies. She rolled part-way off me, and she caressed my genitals with one hand as we kissed. I slid one hand down and stroked her fuzzy, wet pussy. We didn’t talk, but Jenn made little noises, deep in her throat. We lay together for at least an hour, completely engrossed in each other and in our feelings.

Finally we returned to the cabin, took a final erotic shower, ate an easy lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and began packing up. We remained naked. We had to clean some cum and cunt juice from the plastic mattress cover, and we also found several spots where stuff had dripped out of Jenn onto the floor. We cleaned the dildo together, and put it on the counter to dry. I turned off the propane, then went outside and turned of the power. Finally I drained the pump and plumbing per the instructions I had received. Everything was dry, and we packed everything into our various bags.

SUNDAY: THE RIDE BACK TO CAMPUS

“How should we dress going home?” I asked her.

Jenn spread her legs, leaned back against the porch railing, and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. “How about the negligee?” she asked in a deep voice. I knew she was kidding, but I was glad she was thinking about it!

“That’s your fuck-me outfit, and I don’t want to do you for the first time in a VW Bug!” I said, and Jenn laughed.

I told Jenn that I had an idea, so I told her to wait a moment. I went into the cabin, got out the lubricating jelly, and greased up the dildo. Then I went back onto the porch and gently pushed it all the way into her. I told her she could wear it all the way home. She grinned. She put on a pair of black panties and her short-shorts, and the combination was tight enough in the crotch that she could move around without the dildo falling out. However, It did make a rather masculine bulge in the crotch of her shorts!

I pulled on my shorts, skipping undershorts, and Jenn pulled on a T-shirt that was so faded it was nearly transparent. I reached down and pushed on her crotch and felt the dildo move in and out a little, causing her to start breathing loudly through her nose. I could even see through her shirt that her areolae were getting darker! This was going to be a fun ride home!

We finished packing everything into the VW, emptied the refrigerator, and left it unplugged with the door open. Once everything was in the car, I locked the cabin; We strapped ourselves in, and we headed back toward campus. As the Bug bounced along the roads leading back to the paved roads, Jenn had trouble getting comfortable in the seat. But once we hit pavement, Jenn managed to slide forward on the seat so that the vibrations from the car went right into the dildo’s balls. I helped out by rubbing her crotch, causing the tickler to rub against her clitoris. I also bared her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

Before we had gone ten miles, Jenn began her moaning and grunting, and almost immediately she grabbed her breasts with one hand, pushed against the dildo with the other. She rocked her hips forward and back and side-to-side and yelled over and over. Even with the windows down it was deafening in that small space. Jenn had become a real screamer!

As soon as she calmed down, Jenn reached over, undid my belt, unzipped my fly, pulled my shorts halfway down my thighs, and took hold of my penis. Even though her head was wedged between the steering wheel and my chest, she managed to rub, kiss, and suck me until I almost ran off the road as I yelled with my own climax. As my penis deflated, she licked and sucked it, finally letting it flop between my legs. Even though she had swallowed most of my cum, I could taste it on her tongue. I almost put the car into the ditch a second time! Two days before I had pressured her into riding nude, and today she was giving me a blowjob while I drove!

Jenn rearranged herself on the seat so that she could again take advantage of the irregular vibration of the car through the dildo. About 15 minutes later, while we were driving on a four-lane highway, Jenn began to grunt again. Abruptly she rose out of her seat, undid her shorts, and pulled them and her panties completely off. Then she sat back down on the front of the seat, and moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. She went faster and faster with her head back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. I pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, leaving her completely nude. She began to rub her breasts with one hand.

My pants were still down and my dork was again sticking straight up and banging against the steering wheel. Every few seconds Jenn would pull the dildo so far out that it made that familiar, wet, sucking sound, and then she would ram it back in again. Finally she had it moving much faster than I could ever have done with my penis and so fast I thought she would hurt herself. This time her screams began slowly, then got louder and louder, and finally subsided. I could see her abdomen rippling with the orgasm, and as it finished, she slumped in her seat, one hand still holding the dildo inside her. Her legs were spread wide apart, and the smell of excited pussy was overwhelming! I had unleashed a sexual monster!

Jenn just lay back, contented grunts coming from her throat, with her eyes closed and a just-fucked look on her face. She stayed that way until an air horn on a truck that I was passing broke the spell. The trucker gave me a big grin, and tried to lean out of his window to see the naked Jenn better! She surprised me by flashing her breasts at him, and, and the trucker responded with another couple of blasts form his air horn. We got past him, and he tried to catch up to us, but after a couple of hills, we left him behind.

Jenn decided she needed to cover herself again. So she put her T-shirt and shorts back on, and she hung her soaked panties over the gear shift lever. Then she arranged herself so that the seat’s vibration would travel up the dildo again, closed her eyes, and dozed with a sleepy smile on her face. Her rest soon ended. With each bump, Jenn began to moan. I could see through her shirt that her nipples were hard as she moaned, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” over and over.

Within a couple of minutes, Jenn was grunting and groaning, “Unh! Oh! Uh!” with each movement of the Bug. She leaned her head back and cried, “Oh! God! That feels so good! Unh! AAAH! OOOH!” She began to rub her breasts with one hand, and with the other she pressed the tickler against her clitoris. I could hear her cries getting louder and louder until she finally screamed, “AAAAAAAAAH!” Her body jerked in the seat and her legs trembled as she squeezed them together.