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The girls - Part 1


The girls

Jane McCaffrey is the president and CEO of McCaffrey &
Associates, a small but very successful business founded
by her grandfather, after whom she was named, and from whom
she inherited her business sense. When her father took
it over for a while, he did not run it very well, and she has
brought it from the brink of disaster to its present thriving

She is tall, about 1.68m; slender and light boned, so that
her 59kg is not skinny. She wears her carrot-coloured hair
fairly short, and dresses for business in very tailored
grey pants-suits, with just a touch of colour in her accessories.
Although she looks to be in her early twenties, she just
celebrated her thirtieth-fifth birthday. Her body is
soft with curves. 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. However, as you might guess, under
the severely private, cold exterior beats a hot and passionate

She normally separates her business and private life very
strictly, but then she discovered Alexandra “Sandy” Marlin.
At 26, she had worked her way “up the corporate ladder” to
a minor management position, entirely on her ability.
Jane discovered her record, and promoted her to Administrative
Assistant to the CEO. She is an untiring worker, a top business
analyst. She produces the neatest, most complete reports
of anyone Jane has ever known. Sandy is of average height,
but with great looks. Her long dark-brown straight hair
frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep
blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Jane, going in
for earth-coloured skirt-suits 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 legs as she climbs
the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist
in a very 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 somehow awakens a protective urge in Jane, who finds
herself unaccountably attracted to this woman. For her
own part, Sandy thinks the world of Jane. She wonders at
how she always seems to know the right thing to say, the right
moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she
were the sister she didn’t have.

About six months ago, Jane’s secretary left the company
because of pregnancy, and she placed an ad for a replacement.
Several applicants showed up, and among them was Erik Janssen.
Erik had all the necessary skills, and so, with a small chuckle
at the thought of having a male secretary, she hired him.

Two months ago, Jane invited Sandy to a restaurant for dinner
after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose
the “edge” of employer-employee relationships, beginning
to become friends. They have been out to dinner together
several times since. After their last dinner, and a few
drinks, Jane suggested they go to her apartment, where
the drinks would be as good, and they could be more comfortable.
Sandy agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived,
and were greeted by the doorman. “Hello, Ms. McCaffrey.
Fine evening”, he said, as he pressed the elevator button.
“Hello, Matt.”

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in
Jane’s large, but not ostentatious apartment near the
Viaduct. Sandy looked around at the comfortable, modern
furniture, and said, “I love your place.” “Thank you. Give
me your jacket. Like to look around?” “Yes.” Sandy was relieved
of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that only
slightly veiled her well-filled bra. “Well, go ahead, ”
Jane invited her as she put away Sandy’s jacket and her own.
“Make yourself at home. What will you drink?” “Um... chardonnay.”
Jane crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to
soft music, and began pouring the drinks while Sandy looked
around. The older woman brought up two glasses as the brunette
peeked through the open bedroom door.

“Here you are. Cheers.” “Thanks... Oh, what a big beautiful
bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Jane.” “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, Jane.”
Sandy was not willing to tell her the real reason for her
nervousness. Not yet. “Tell me some more about yourself,
Sandy. Do you have brothers or sisters?” “No, and I always
wanted a sister. My parents died in a car accident 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’
money and used it to send me to business school. How about
you, Jane? 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 family, and there
wasn’t much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly
boys, then. My brothers weren’t much help, they wanted
to ‘protect’ me.”

The younger woman drained her glass. “Another?” “Uh, yes,
thanks.” The redhead got up and walked to the bar. “Jane?”
“Yes?” “Let’s be sisters.” “What a wonderful idea! We could
‘adopt’ each other.” “Yes. And we could share secrets,
and all the things we wanted to talk about and do as kids.”
“We should celebrate. Say, I’ll open some champagne!”
They giggled over pulling the cork, Jane holding the bottle
between her legs, and Sandy stroking the neck of the bottle.
“What a big one you have, and what an odd colour!” Sandy laughed.
Secretly, she was fighting an urge to kiss Jane, finding
the redhead 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 favours at work, ” Sandy
said after a moment. “I want no mistake, I’m going to 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
Sandy thought, “I never was attracted to another woman
before. Should I tell her?”

“I wish I were as beautiful as you, ” the brunette whispered,
as the red head 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, ” Sandy giggled. “He’s good
looking, isn’t he?” Sandy 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 cosy feeling was creeping
up Sandy’s insides. Her secret attraction to Jane, 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,
err, 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, Sandy?” She has had several
men, but has found them generally too rash and insensitive,
and not 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, and she is convinced that living
with someone would be the same. “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.”

Jane 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
to see if she likes it, and she usually does. “Jane? Is it
wrong for a woman to be, err, ah, attracted to another woman?”
“Wrong? No, of course not.” “Would that make her a lesbian?”
“No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule.” Jane
replied, “Why?” “Oh, err, 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.” However, the demanding
warmth called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and
touched her clit. Meanwhile, Jane sipped more champagne
and wondered about Sandy’s question, and wondering at
her own attraction to the voluptuous brunette. 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. Sandy’s touchings had only increased the heat,
her juices flowing, and her now swollen nether lips, hungry.
She spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud lengthening
in its nest. Her fingers played in the medium-brown 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 frilly inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and
down, and the little hot wad moved up and down in the caressing

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 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 inner needs.
She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out,
trying to console her agonized need. Then she began to walk
them 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 lightnings in her belly. “She’s been gone a long while, ”
Jane 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.” Meanwhile, Sandy’s
hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her little
moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing
a third finger into play. She clawed 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.” Jane got up and walked to the
closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard
a soft moan from within. “Sandy?” No answer. Sandy’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 Jane really was worried. She
hesitated a moment, then opened the door. “Oh! Excuse...
Oh.” Embarrassed at having barged in, but fascinated by
the scene she was witnessing, Jane stood a moment in the
doorway. Sandy turned three shades of purple, returning
to the world, and began to cover herself. “Oh, sweet little
sister, don’t stop. Finish what you started.”

Sandy’s hands really didn’t want to leave their work, and
after a moment resumed their clawing. Jane watched, her
own fires warming. She softly entered the room, and sat
on the edge of the tub next to Sandy. “Oh yes. Oh, is that good?
Mmm.” Her hands went to Sandy’s face, pushing back a strand
of hair. Sandy 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, just whisking against Sandy’s soft red, also darting

Jane found the buttons up the back of Sandy’s sheer blouse,
and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse
gently from the brunette’s shoulders as she broke away.
Her hands went to the front snap of her bra and undid it quickly.
The older woman’s fingers gently drew the straps from the
brunette’s shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures
it had held. Sandy’s full large breasts were capped by brownish
silver-dollar sized areoles surrounding little berries
that had puckered up hard with her excitement. Jane’s hands
went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples
gently. “How big your areoles are! And look how your nipples
pucker.” She bent and darted her tongue over them. Sandy’s
hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder. The red-head
leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard-puckered
tip of Sandy’s nipple, while her hand joined Sandy’s own.
At first exploring, then massaging Sandy’s erect love
bud. She pressed and pulled at the little wad, watching
Sandy’s face.

“Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!” “Cum, little sister. Oh, yes,
cum. You look so pretty when your cumming!” Sandy reached
the heights. She tottered a moment, delightfully pausing
at the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong. Lightning
and sparks went off in her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed,
her round ass bumping on the seat. Her head was thrown back,
her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half
out of her body. “OOOOOOOOHHH.” Skillfully playing the
rhythm of Sandy’s spasms, Jane gently stroked her trigger,
extending the awesome throes of Sandy’s pleasure. Slowly,
the after-shocks eased, settling into a warm fuzzy glow.
Jane was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own
love channel had heated, her ice-blue lace panties were
drenched. “Kiss me again, ” Sandy murmured.

Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking the
corners of her mouth. Sandy’s tongue answered. The brunette’s
hands went out to Jane’s body. Suddenly, she broke away.
“Jane, I’m scared and I’m embarrassed. I... I’ve never...
err...” The red-head replied, “Neither have I, sweet little
sister. I’ve never even considered it before. Relax. We’re
sisters, remember?” “You always seem to know things, ”
Sandy remarked, nodding. “Come on, let’s not stay in here.”
They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy clutching
her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living
room, and sat back down on the sofa. Sandy’s bounteous breasts
were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.
Sandy took a big gulp of champagne. Jane 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 brunette.

Sandy watched wide-eyed as the red-head 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 rekindled at the sight. Suddenly,
she leaned forward and began to undo Jane’s blouse. “I bet
your breasts are beautiful.” “They’re kinda small, not
like yours.” The brunette stopped at her words. “Maybe
she doesn’t want me to, ” she thought. “Go ahead. Please.
I want you to, ” the red-head whispered. Sandy slowly and
gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the
tails from under the belt, drawing the blouse open like
curtains, unveiling the shapely fleshy mounds beneath.
Jane was not wearing a bra. Though not large, her breasts
were well shaped and full, firm, set high, and crowned with
quarter-sized areoles, which stood firmly, almost like
a breast on a breast. “Oh! They ARE beautiful. And I love
your freckles!” Her chest, like her face, was sprinkled
with little freckles.

On sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the hardening
pink tips. Jane’s nipples were highly sensitive and erectile.
She had been known to “get-off” just on these. The sensation
sent chills down her spine, and little sparks of heat in
her belly. Jane removed the blouse and sat back to enjoy
the attention, humming softly in her throat. Sandy broke
off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily
pushing her tongue between the red-heads lips. Sandy’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 her neck and fastened her
mouth around the full pinkness, flicking the tip of her
tongue over the ripening raisins. Jane’s moaning grew.
“Come, little sister.” She said, after a while. Getting
up, she took Sandy’s hand, and led her to the bedroom. She
dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the
rest of her clothes. Under the severe business suit, she
had worn very feminine lace underwear in Ice-Blue, a colour
that accented her hair and milk-white skin.

In fact, sometimes, she will go without underwear, delighting
in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secrecy and
the “naughtiness” of it. When she had removed the clinging
material, Sandy saw that her “bush” was full, a tangle of
colour slightly deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond-
shaped, with a thin spear of colour projecting three-quarters
the way to her full, sensuous navel. Her legs were thin but
well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were
a delight to behold, and, as she bent to remove her stockings,
the brunette glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind
nature’s pink and frilly veil. Sandy giggled slightly
and removed her skirt and stockings. In a moment, there
were two very different, very beautiful and very naked
women standing by the bed. Jane laughed. “We forget to bring
the bubbly!” “I’ll get it, ” Sandy laughed. Jane watched
her go. She really did have a nice derriere. “Don’t forget
the glasses, ” she called out.

Jane turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Sandy
returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding
over and patting the space next to her. Sandy giggled again,
put the bottle and glasses on the bedside 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 red-heads smaller ones. Jane began to stroke Sandy’s
back, running her hands up and down the other woman’s spine,
the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning
the brunette back down to the dizzying rush of excitement.
She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing
the younger woman’s rounded buttocks. Sandy flicked Jane’s
cone-shaped nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing
them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking
it in and out between her lips. Jane began to groan again,
lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Sandy flicked
the tip of her tongue over the now full cones, and the red-head
began to shiver. Jane cupped her hands over Sandy’s breasts
as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing
the warm flesh, rolling her large nipples in her fingers.
“That feels so good, Jane, ” she murmured. Her hand strayed
down Jane’s belly. “You’re so pretty. I love your red hair.
See how it curls. It’s so full and bushy.”

She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning
Jane’s belly. She pulled gently at the red 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 red-head put her arms
around the brunette and pulled her onto her undulating
body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman’s
fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh against Sandy’s
thigh. Sandy squirmed around, then sat up, working one
of her legs under, the other over, Jane’s. Then she pressed
forward, until her warm woman’s lips were kissing the redhead’s.
She stroked the other woman’s belly with her fingers, running
them up over her breasts, down over her hips. She manoeuvred
herself until her again erect bud was pressing hotly against
Jane’s, almost like a miniature penis. She ground her hips
forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index
finger down so that it touched both their triggers, then
pumped it up and down. Jane lunged her hips forward and up,
raising the pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud
against the brunette’s. The two women writhed and squirmed,
finding the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth 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 red
and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing bodies
sought release, their two erect love-buds straining against
each other.

Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip
to the pinnacle, “Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?” Jane
was lost to thought, her quicker responses having already
brought her near the edge. She began to quiver, her nipples
erected, her voice lost in little mewing whimpers. “Mmmm...
ooh, ooh, mmmMMMM.” As Sandy went up the ladder of excitement,
a part of her was watching Jane. “She really gets into it,
doesn’t she.” she thought. Jane had begun to cum. Her stomach
muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin,
her areoles grew so they looked ready to burst. “mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!”
In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging into
the lightning’s once more. Her lips clamped and released
as her sphincters went into spasms, rubbing more fiercely
against her slender partner’s. “OHH... UNG... AHH.” Sandy
collapsed over the red-head’s body. They twined their
arms and legs about each other, squirming in their after-shocks.
“Ohh. Nice, ” Jane breathed. “But I still want. Oohh. I
want something in me.” She rolled over, refilled the glasses,
handed one to Sandy, and sipped.

Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer
and withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator. “Do you have any ‘toys’
at home, Sandy?” Sandy was embarrassed, first at the sight
of Jane’s “toy” and second to admit that she used them. Actually,
when she feels the urge, at home, she would often and easily
“help herself” with fingers, pillow and a “toy”. She usually
keeps her wants and desires to herself, not expressing
them easily. But after a moment, she admitted... “Yes,
a smaller one, though.” Jane walked back to the bed, brandishing
the instrument like a sword. She sipped some 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 Sandy. Sandy hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Jane’s
writhing, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink
gates open. She gulped down the rest of the glass, then crawled
over until she was sitting between the red-heads knees.
She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the older woman’s valley
and rubbed it slowly up and down. Jane reached down and pulled
her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Sandy
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 butt 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 Jane’s
ample juices. Jane moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips
and mound. Sandy 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 at home.
With each entry, Jane’s moans grew deeper. When half its
length had disappeared, Sandy turned the control up a bit
more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument pulsing
and growling in her hand. “Ohh... Good... Mmm... More...
Ohh...” Sandy pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid
more easily as Jane’s moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Sandy
was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument
in and out, twisting the control up and down. Sandy’s free
hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing
herself, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, and
then pressing them. Jane was squeezing her own breasts.
She spread her fingers in a fan, and rotating her wrists,
drummed 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!”

Sandy pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling
the soft resistance of Jane’s insides. She watched enthralled
as the red head began to buck, her hips and her delicious
ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking. Sandy’s
hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed. She watched the
red-heads 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!” Jane bucked up, her body contacting
the bed only on her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed,
her freckles seeming to stand out, her nipples expanding.
Sandy turned the control up all the way. The instrument
roared, it seemed almost to draw into Jane’s body of itself.
Jane pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself
even more deeply than Sandy had dared. “mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!”
Sandy rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in the
redhead’s body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own
flesh with her fingers. “mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!”

Again, the rising moaning cry burst from Jane’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. Sandy had released her hold when
Jane dropped, but now reached out and took it once more.
The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Jane’s hot
honey. Her round ass-cheeks glistened with it. Sandy pumped
the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes. Jane’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. Sandy 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 cum like that, ” she thought. Jane lay back,
exhausted, her eyes closed. Sandy looked at the instrument,
slick with the redhead’s honey. She lay down next to Jane,
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, 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...” Jane awoke from her drowse at the sounds. “Oh, little
sister, let me.” Jane took both the big fluffy pillows and
mounded them together. “Here. Lie over these, ” she instructed.
Sandy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round
cheeks in the air, her knees far apart. “Now relax, little

Jane parted Sandy’s lips with one hand and guided the huge
instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked
it around in Sandy’s body. When a good part of its length
had disappeared, she switched it on. “Mmmm...” Sandy mumbled
into the sheets as the device hummed within her. Jane worked
more and more of the device into Sandy, twisting and turning
it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch
gently at the elevated cheeks of Sandy’s wiggling derriere.
“Ohh. Umm.” Jane advanced the control another notch, the
device began to growl. “Oooh... Ung..” The redhead pumped
the vibrating device in and out of Sandy’s hot tunnel, pressing
it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched
how Sandy’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 puckered in and out.

Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Jane turned the machine
on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged
the soft purple pucker of Sandy’s other opening with a wet
fingertip. “Arrrg... Ohhh... NNNNNG!” Sandy’s cheeks
waved back and forth, the muscles jiggling and rippling,
as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Sandy
came. And came. Her insides churned as never before, her
muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine.
She clamped hard on the monster, as it roared within her.
She thought she would pass out, but still Jane insistently
stirred the machine in her body, stroked her little ring
as it puckered in and out.

At last, she slumped, and the device turned off. Slowly
it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss
at its going. “Oh, Jane. That was... beautiful! Oh, I’m
so tired!” “Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight,
we’ll sleep well.” “Good. Thanks. Hold me?” They kissed
and fell asleep in each others arms...

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