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The doorbell rang and Sheila answered it. “Oh, Mandy,”
she said, “I’m so glad you stopped by! Come on back to
the kitchen. What a coincidence. My husband was just
saying that, since I’d mentioned you so often, he’d
like to meet you. And here you are!”

“Yes, here I am,” Mandy laughed. “Are you sure I
haven’t met your husband some time?”

“If you have, he doesn’t remember it. And I don’t think
he’d forget someone as stunning as you.” Mandy was
indeed stunning. Honey blond and wearing a bright,
winning smile, she was slim in the hips with a flat
tummy and curvaceous bouncing bosom.

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Mandy protested,
unconvincingly.

“Not at all, I’m just stating the obvious.”

A tall dark-haired man rose to greet them when they
entered the kitchen. “Kevin, this is Mandy,” Sheila
introduced him. “Hello,” Mandy said hesitantly,
blushing and turning her head, for Kevin was completely
naked. Sheila put her hand on her friend’s arm. “Don’t
be embarrassed,” she reassured her, “he almost never
wears clothes when he’s home. It’s OK.”

“But couldn’t he put on a robe when your friends come
around?” Mandy asked. “Don’t be silly, Mandy,” Sheila
chided her, “that’s just the time when he doesn’t wear
a robe. Isn’t that right, Kevin?”

“Yes!” Kevin said.

“Come on now, Mandy,” Sheila coaxed, “I think he’s
really, really attractive. Look at him and tell me if
you agree.”

Mandy turned her back to Kevin and said to Sheila,
“This is crazy. What have you two got going, anyway? I
come in and you show me your husband as though he were
a wonderful new set of china. What am I supposed to do?
Ooh and aah?”

“That’s a great idea! Let’s hear a great big ‘OH’ for
Kevin!”

Sheila laughed happily. “But you’ve got to see him
first,” she added. When Mandy just looked at her,
Sheila continued, “Ok, ok. It’s a game Kevin and I
play. We take turns being each other’s ‘slave’ and
today was his turn. I told him this morning he’d have
to stay naked all day, even and perhaps especially if
some of my friends dropped in.

“The rules of the game require the ‘slave’ to do
whatever the ‘master,’ or in my case the ‘mistress,’
tell him to do. He isn’t allowed to speak,
incidentally, unless I address him directly. (I have
the suspicion, by the way, that I’ll get the same
treatment when my time comes!) So be a sport, Mandy.
Turn around and ogle him, look him up and down. Don’t
hesitate he’s just a ‘slave’!”

“You guys are weird,” Mandy declared, but nevertheless
she glanced at Kevin, looked away, and looked back,
this time not diverting her eyes from his body, though
Sheila noticed she avoided looking at his face.

“Kevin,” Sheila said, “bring me a clean dish towel.” He
went to a cabinet the women watched his dangling penis
swing when he walked and returned with the requested
item, which she tied around his head, covering his
eyes. “Now, Mandy, you can look without him looking
back. Doesn’t that make you feel better about it?”

“Yes, I guess it does,” Mandy admitted, scrutinizing
Sheila’s naked husband more boldly. “He’s limp,” she
said, beginning to get into the spirit of the game,
“and that’s an insult to me. I thought I was sexier
than that.”

“Oh, no, you’re as sexy as ever,” Sheila replied, “all
it means is he’s even more embarrassed than you are!
But that’s a benefit for us because now we get to watch
his prick get hard.”

“It doesn’t seem to be doing that now,” Mandy said
skeptically.

“It will and you can make it happen.”

“How?” Mandy asked, eager now.

“Rub his nipples! Go on: pinch them, roll them between
your fingers, pull them. And if you want him really
hard, suck them. Kevin! Mandy’s going to play with your
tits!” Kevin put his hands behind his back and thrust
out his chest. Sheila, though not Mandy, noticed his
penis twitch.

“Are you sure it’s alright?” Mandy queried, “After all
he’s your husband.”

“Of course, it is! Isn’t that right Kevin?”

“Yes,” Kevin answered, and this time Mandy, too, saw
the twitch. She stood at arms length from him.
Gingerly, she put her hands on the reddish pimples
protruding from his hairless chest, and began slowly to
rotate her palms over them, feeling them stiffen with
her touch.

“Be sure to watch his prick, Mandy,” Sheila said. Mandy
looked down and discerned that, indeed, the male organ
was firming. So she took each pseudo teat between a
thumb and forefinger and compressed it. The penis rose,
though still pointing downward at an angle. When she
pulled the nipples out from his body, tugged, and the
angle became perpendicular, she clamped her lips onto
his left breast while rolling the right between her
fingers.

“Oh, Mandy!” Sheila gasped, “Look!” Mandy raised her
head and followed instructions. Kevin’s penis, thick
and trembling, stood at a right angle from his body.

“May I touch it?” she breathed to Sheila.

“Yes, of course, please, please do!”

Her hand crept to the throbbing rod of male flesh where
she fitted her fingers around the glans and lightly
caressed the tiny hole in its center with her thumb.
Kevin bent his knees and moved hi s pelvis in an effort
to force himself further into her hand.

“Lie down, Kevin,” Sheila said softly, “Lie on your
back on the floor.” He immediately complied, Mandy’s
hand maintaining its hold on the handle her caresses
had produced. The two women knelt on either side of him
and together they fondled his body:

Sheila flicked his erect and sensitive nipples with her
forefingers and Mandy flicked his erect and sensitive
penis with her tongue. Sheila stroked the hair under
his arm and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth.
Mandy stroked his inner thighs and sucked his root deep
into her mouth. Kevin squirmed under their touch and
moaned. In a barely audible voice Sheila said, “Would
you like it truly in you?”

Mandy raised her head and asked plaintively, “May I?
May I, really? You don’t mind? I mean, after all, he’s,
well, he’s….”

“Be my guest, Mandy. Enjoy!” Urgently, Mandy kicked her
shoes away, stripped off her pantyhose, and, lifting
her skirt, moved to straddle her friend’s prostrate
husband. “Wait,” Sheila said. “Your dress is in the
way. Take it off, in fact, take off everything. And I
will, too. We can enjoy him together!”

Naked, they faced each other across the equally naked
male with a fully erect penis pointing toward his
navel. Mandy stood at his feet, Sheila at his head.
Together they were an exemplary illustration of the
similarity, yet the difference, in female forms: Sheila
was compact and petite; Mandy was taller and fleshier.

Sheila’s legs were short and delicate; Mandy’s legs
were long and sturdy. Sheila’s short dark hair was
reflected in her thick and curly pubic thatch; Mandy’s
long straight blond hair likewise harmonized with her
thin and wavy genital pelt. Sheila’s breasts, small
with longish thin nipples, drooped scarcely at all;
Mandy’s breasts, very large with plump dimpled nipples,
swung down and out from her chest.

They grinned impishly at one another and Sheila said,
“Ready?”

“Ready!” Mandy responded and, kneeling, held Kevin’s
stalwart penis at the entrance to her womb, and slowly
settled her body onto it. At the same time Sheila knelt
over his head, separated her vaginal petals with her
fingers, and lowered them to his lips. “You may lick me
now, Kevin,” she said, and he eagerly began to lap
over, around, and within her covert delicacies.

Mandy slowly moved her vagina upon the welcome visitor
within it. “I am very well filled, very well filled
indeed,” she said and leaned forward to rest her hands
on the floor beside Kevin’s body, a motion that caused
her heavy breasts to swing down, brushing his chest.

Sheila kept herself from settling completely onto
Kevin’s face, so he could breathe while he executed
cunnilingus, which is a husband’s pleasurable duty. As
his tongue on her clitoris increasingly excited her,
she stroked Mandy’s soft blond hair. Suddenly she said,
“Mandy, may I hold your breasts?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mandy gasped as Kevin thrust against
her and her climax approached. Sheila seized the double
handfuls of uniquely female flesh that hung beneath her
and breathed, “Stop moving, Mandy; hold off, if you
can.”

Breaking his silence, Kevin panted, “I can’t hold off,
no matter what she does!”

“Just keep sucking me, yes, oh yes! Suck, suck, suck!”
Sheila screamed, and then, “Fuck him, Mandy, fuck him!
Let’s cum!” And cum they did, the three of them
together in a gigantic corporate orgasm.

The women dressed and Mandy left. Only then did Sheila
take the towel from Kevin’s eyes.

The Wife

The doorbell rang and Kevin answered it. “Oh, Mandy,”
he said, “I’m delighted you stopped by. Come on back to
the family room. What a coincidence. My wife and I were
just reminiscing about the last time you were here. She
was remarking about the marvelous time she’d had.”

“Then I can reminisce with her. Because I, too, had a
marvelous time. How about you?” Kevin simply put his
hand to his chest, rubbed his left nipple through his
shirt, and smiled. She returned his smile and squeezed
one of her own breasts. No words were needed.

As Mandy preceded him through the hall, Kevin admired
her rippling bottom, the cheeks of which were encased
in skin-tight designer jeans. Because he had been
blindfolded during almost the entire time when she was
there before, he hadn’t had much opportunity to observe
her charms, though he definitely had felt them.

As they entered the light wood-paneled family room,
Kevin said, “Guess what, Sheila: it was Mandy at the
front door.” Sheila wore an almost transparent front-
close soft-cup bra with small holes through which her
erect nipples projected, a matching G-string darkened
by her pubic hair visible through it, and high-heeled
open-toe mules. She did not speak.

“A-hah, Sheila, so it’s your turn to be the ‘slave,'”
Mandy said.

“How did you guess?” Kevin responded. “Fetching outfit
I got for her, don’t you think?”

Mandy made herself comfortable on the sofa and agreed,
“Absolutely charming, I suppose now you’re going to
send her out for cigarettes in it.”

“That’s an interesting idea,” Kevin said, “but the
rules of our game don’t allow it. She’s not permitted
to cover up when visitors come, but I can’t make her
expose herself in public.”

“Too bad,” Mandy feigned a sigh.

“I suppose you’d suspend that guideline if you were
playing this game,” Kevin laughed.

“Oh, definitely,” Mandy quipped, “I wouldn’t have any
rules at all. Anything goes! What’s the point in having
a slave if you can’t make her or him obey outrageous
orders?”

“You have a point there,” Kevin said. “What do you
think, Sheila? Should we abolish the rule?”

“No,” said Sheila.

“See?” Kevin shrugged, “Nothing to be done about it.”

“Too bad,” Mandy said again. Kevin wasn’t positive she
was kidding this time. He reached over and plucked one
of Sheila’s bare nipples as if he were picking a berry
from a bush. “Nice juicy tid-bit here,” he commented
and leaned down to give the tit a quick suck.

“May I do that?” Mandy asked from the sofa.

“Sure, if you want to. Sheila, take your boobies to
Mandy so she can suck them.” Sheila leaned over and
rested her hands on the sofa back, which neatly
positioned her spandex-sheathed breasts for Mandy’s
mouth to fit onto their exposed tips.

While Mandy sucked, Kevin said, “My program today is to
find out how many orgasms Sheila can have between ten
and twelve o’clock. Since its almost ten right now, you
got here just in time to help me produce them.”

Mandy took her lips away from Sheila’s nipple long
enough to say, “You can’t produce her orgasms; only she
can do that.”

“Is that right, Sheila?” Kevin asked.

“No,” Sheila said and shifted her breast slightly in
Mandy’s mouth.”

“See?” Kevin said. Mandy’s response was to nip her
friend’s tit with her teeth and Sheila yelped.

“I didn’t tell you to speak!” Kevin said with mock
sternness and then went on, to Mandy, “I’m also going
to make her cum in different positions and places.” He
glanced at his watch. “Ten on the dot; time to start.
Would you mind pulling down the G-string and checking
if she’s prepared?”

Mandy drew away the patch of cloth covering the fuzzy
mound in front of her, put her hand on it and fingered
the dark hairs. She moved her head affirmatively
without removing her mouth from Sheila’s breast.

“I thought she would be,” Kevin said. “Ok, Sheila, you
may straighten up now.” When she stood her reddened and
elongated nipple popped from Mandy’s lips and the wisp
of fabric that had covered her groin fell to her
ankles. “You really ought to ‘do’ the other tit,
Mandy,” he said, “but we must get on with the
experiment.”

“I’m disappointed, of course,” Mandy pouted prettily,
“but I’ll survive.”

“That’s a relief!” Kevin laughed and settled into a
chair. “Ok, Sheila, it’s time for ‘O number 1.’ Mandy
says you’re the only one who can produce orgasms so
we’ll begin with one you do all by yourself. She and I
will sit here and watch while you masturbate. It would
be nice if you could cum standing up, but if that
becomes difficult please feel free to sit or lie on the
floor.”

Sheila looked a little dismayed, but she stepped out of
the G-string, kicked it away with one of her heels, and
immediately held her breasts, looking down at them
while she gently stroked their bare tips with her
thumbs. Then, with closed eyes, she raised her fingers
to her shaved armpits and trailed them down her sides
to her hips and around to her inner thighs before
squeezing her mons veneris with one palm and her gently
swelling belly with the other. (Kevin noticed that,
outside her jeans, Mandy’s hand pressed onto her own
mons.)

Her feet wide apart, Sheila separated her vaginal lip s
with two fingers of each hand and began to massage
them, first gently and then with steadily increasing
intensity. The muscles of her hips and buttocks
tightened and her breasts strained against the filmy
cloth containing them. Suddenly she thrust two fingers
deep into her vagina and pressed her clitoris firmly
with another. The only sound came from panted breaths
escaping her parted lips.

For their part, Mandy and Kevin held their breaths as
Sheila kept her fingers motionless for what seemed an
interminable time. Then abruptly the fingers in her
vulva began to piston in and out of their slippery
envelope and the finger on her clitoris began to
revolve rhythmically. At the same time her pelvis
thrust against the fingers within and on it and her
heavier breathing caused her out-thrust bosom to swell
and tremble.

She maintained this excited motion for what seemed to
her audience to be a very long time. Just as suddenly
as she had begun, she stopped and, without removing her
hands, rested, her head thrown back, her eyes still
closed, her mouth open, her breasts rising and falling
as much as the brassiere would allow. And then, with
one mighty shove she buried her fingers in her vagina
and, furiously rubbing her clitoris, came with an
ecstatic cry, her entire body shaking with tension’s
release.

And still she stood, though she swayed on her high
heels. When the convulsions subsided, she moved her
feet together, put her hands at rest behind her, and
stood very straight.

“Number One!” she said with a smile. Kevin looked at
Mandy, who rather sheepishly took her hand away from
her groin. He then glanced at his watch.

“About thirty minutes,” he said. “At that rate, we
should get many more before noon.”

“I doubt that,” Mandy commented. “The next ones will
take longer and may not even be possible.”

“Is that true, Sheila?”

“I don’t know,” Sheila replied.

“So we’ll just have to find out. Won’t we?”

“Yes,” Sheila said.

“Take off the bra. I think it’s time we let the tits
loose,” Kevin said. Without her brassiere Sheila was
totally naked except for her mules, which Kevin had
determined she would retain all morning.

“Sometimes I wish I had breasts like that,” Mandy
mused.

“Why?” Kevin asked, puzzled because he thought the
plain white blouse she wore bulged very nicely indeed.

“They’re small enough not to sag but full enough to be
a good handful,” she replied. “Mine literally droop.”

“I liked it when they ‘drooped’ onto my chest the other
day,” Kevin smiled at the memory. Mandy returned his
smile. (They both ignored the silent and demurely naked
Sheila.)

“That’s right, you couldn’t see them, could you?”

“I had a towel over my eyes, you may remember.”

“I’m tempted to show them to you now, but you probably
don’t want any diversion from your ‘experiment.'”

“Oh, I don’t know, another bare-bosomed woman might be
just the thing to bring on the next orgasm.”

“You don’t fool me!” Mandy laughed as she unbuttoned
her shirt and slipped it off. “You just want to see my
naked tits.” Her bra followed her shirt onto the floor.
“And here they are!” She leaned forward and dangled her
heavy breasts before him.

Kevin looked at them appreciatively. “Very nice,
indeed,” he said, “You’re welcome to ‘droop’ them over
me any time you want to. But I was serious, partly at
least, when I said your bare bosom could help generate
Sheila’s next orgasm. More than that, though, would you
be interested in fondling her to climax while I watch?”

“May I? I’d love it!”

“Then she’s all yours. Bring her off as quickly as you
can, though. I haven’t given up on a grand total of at
least four. Ready for ‘O number 2,’ Sheila?”

“I’m ready,” Sheila replied and ruffled her pubic hair.

Mandy held her own abundant breasts in her hands and
gently rubbed their button-like nipples against
Sheila’s little spikes before taking her friend fully
into her arms. Their four breasts pressed close
together, Mandy rubbed her jeans against Sheila’s naked
groin. As she did so, she placed her lips on those of
the dark-haired woman.

Sheila returned the kiss with a passion that surprised
Kevin, who realized he was learning for the first time
that his wife was capable of ardent sex with another
woman. Without breaking the kiss, Mandy caressed
Sheila’s shoulders and back, finally reaching the
buttocks, which she kneaded with her finger tips.

Sheila’s response was slowly to rotate her pelvis
against Mandy’s jeans and to nestle her cereal bowl-
sized breasts against the milk jugs opposite them.
After a few moments, the two female bodies literally
writhed against each other. Mandy’s fingers wrapped in
Sheila’s hair ensured that their glistening lips and
flicking tongues did not lose contact.

Sheila reached between their bodies, separated her
vaginal petals, and then ground her open vulva and
exposed clitoris against the coarse cloth concealing
Mandy’s corresponding organs. Seconds later, Sheila’s
body stiffened and shook. Her knees buckled and only
Mandy’s tight embrace kept her from sinking to the
floor. When her legs would hold her again, Mandy
released their lips, fell to her own knees and planted
a moist kiss on her friend’s already moist nether hair.

Sheila, her eyes glazed, smiled at Kevin. “Number Two!”
she said.

“That was beautifully done,” Kevin said to Mandy, who
was still kneeling on the floor. “And expeditiously,
too. It’s exactly eleven o’clock with time for two more
orgasms before noon.”

Mandy stood and shook her long blond hair. “She can’t
do it, she simply can’t do it.”

“What do you think, Sheila?” Kevin asked. “Are you
still willing to try?”

“Of course,” Sheila replied. “A slave obeys orders and
I’m a slave.”

“But you look like a rather exhausted slave,” Kevin
said kindly. “Lie on the sofa and relax a bit.”
Gratefully, Sheila stretched out on the large divan
with her feet together and her head on a small throw
pillow. She folded her hands on her abdomen and closed
her eyes.

“She’s really very beautiful,” Mandy said. “Thank you
for letting me make her.”

“It’s I who should thank you. It took you less than
twenty minutes to elicit her second orgasm. But it must
be a little frustrating for you not to climax, too,”
Kevin replied. “Only a little. And I didn’t mind, after
all, I knew her orgasm was what really was important.”

“I’ll make it up to you some day if you want me to, of
course.”

“Is that a promise?” Mandy grinned broadly.

“That’s a promise,” he declared with emphasis. “But now
we must make haste toward ‘O number Three.’ He sat on
the couch beside his recumbent wife and put his hand on
her thigh. “Are you ready, Sheila?”

Sheila opened her eyes. “I guess so,” she answered a
trifle hesitantly. Kevin combed his fingers through her
luxuriant damp hair and said, “We’ll take it slow and
easy. All you have to do is focus your mind on your
clit.” She nodded and closed her eyes again. He went to
a side table, opened a drawer, took out a dildo, and
noticed that Mandy’s eyes widened at the size of it.

“I wish my prick was this big,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” Mandy said, “it’s not the size
that matters, it’s what you do with it and I have
evidence that yours is a whole lot more than
satisfactory in that regard!”

“It’s kind of you to say so,” Kevin responded, seating
himself again at Sheila’s side. He laid the vibrator on
the sofa, gently massaged her belly, and then cupped
her breasts, which he fondled tenderly while he
moistened their nipples with his tongue. She responded
with soft purring sounds, raising her bosom to welcome
his ministrations.

“May I help?” Mandy asked hungrily.

“No,” Kevin replied quickly, “this orgasm is mine.”
Without replying, Mandy seated herself nearby and
cradled her bare breasts in her hands, reconciled to
being an observer.

Kevin eased Sheila’s legs apart and studied the ever-
strange region between her thighs. How exotic this
familiar female anatomy would always be and how
enticing, how desirable, how exciting. He slipped a
finger into the cavity hidden by puckered skin and
hooked a knuckle around her pelvis bone to press upon
the so-called G-spot, which was corrugated in
comparison with the smoothness of the tunnel leading to
it.

Sheila raised her hips and exhaled. Keeping his finger
buried in her vagina, Kevin switched on the vibrator
with his free hand and moved it on her pelvic area,
coming to rest over her clitoris. He did not press down
but let it hum lightly on the hood of flesh that
shielded the focal point of her sexual excitation.

Sheila exhaled, “Aaah.” And stretched her body,
luxuriating in the exquisite pleasure. Slowly Kevin
moved the vibrator into the velvety canal between her
clitoris and the entrance to her vagina. He held it
there while he extracted his finger from her warm
interior and used it to move away the hood, revealing
her tiny “female penis,” red and pointed in arousal.

She flinched when he unexpectedly touched it with the
tip of his tongue, but when he continued to lick she
responded with rhythmic movements of her pelvis and a
look of something approaching bliss on her face. He
momentarily interrupted his attention to her clitoris
exciting to him as well as to her in order to insert
the delicately buzzing vibrator into her vaginal
cavity, where he held it as he returned to her almost
infinitesimal focus of arousal.

He had barely begun to tongue when she erupted in
orgasmic spasms that racked her body not once, but
many, many times. Kevin did not even dream of leaving
her body until she had completed this most massive
orgasm of the morning. Sheila didn’t open her eyes, but
merely clutched her breasts and opened her thighs
further when she triumphantly said, “Number Three!”

“That was more than number three,” Mandy observed. “I
think you should count it as three, four, five, and
six, at least.”

“No matter how you count,” Sheila said from the couch,
“it’s not enough. I want more, more, many more!”

“She’s kidding,” Mandy declared.

“Are you kidding?” Kevin asked.

“Definitely not!” Sheila sat up and thrust her pert
breasts forward. “And I’m ready now.”

“It’s only 11:20. Maybe you can get two more in before
twelve,” Mandy said.

“No need to get sarcastic, Mandy,” Kevin said. “She
seems really to mean it.”

“I know. I’m jealous that’s all.” Kevin chose to ignore
that and facing Sheila, proceeded to take off all his
clothes.

“This time,” he said, “we’ll do it the way it should be
done.”

“It’s really not fair to waste that lovely tool on
her,” Mandy interjected. “She’s already had as many as
six orgasms. Use it in a woman who’ll really appreciate
it me!”

“Now, Mandy,” Kevin said gently, holding his erect
penis in his hand, “you know I can’t do that.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, “but I’m so horny I can’t
stand it. Don’t worry, though, I can handle that
myself.” She stood, stripped off her jeans and panties,
and stuffed three fingers into her vagina.

“That’s a good girl. You’ll feel better in a few
minutes,” Kevin grinned.

“I’d better!” Mandy declared, but she smiled, too.

He then turned his full attention to his naked wife
who, despite her declaration that she desired another
orgasm immediately, was still flushed and quivering
from the last one. “Really, Sheila,” he said, “I think
we ought to wait until you’ve rested some more.” She
leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees, and
stared at his penis as though she had never seen it
before.

“No,” she breathed, “I want it. I want it inside of me.
I want to feel it move inside of me. And I want it
now.”

He took her hand, indicating that she should stand, and
held her small, compact body in his arms. With her
erect nipples squashed against his chest and his
upright penis compressed between their equally denuded
bellies, he kissed her tenderly. Then, his lips moving
against hers, he murmured, “I want to do you doggie
style here, on the floor.”

“Any way you wish,” her lips brushed his in reply,
“just so you do me.”

Kevin relaxed his grip on her buttocks and her body
flowed from his arms to the carpet, coming to rest on
her elbows and wide-spread knees, her raised bottom
prepared for his entry. He knelt behind her and
carefully opened the double doors to her womb with his
fingers. The reddened juicy interior beckoned but he
contented himself with passing a thumb over the taut
pin at the base of her vertical opening. Sheila gasped
and pressed her breasts to the floor, which raised her
lower offering even further. He held her slippery
portals of flesh apart with the wide-spread fingers of
one hand and, with the other, positioned his now
throbbing penis at the open door thereby provided.

Slowly, oh, so slowly, he entered until he was fully
inserted, his hardened testicles, unable to follow,
pressed against her quivering facade. He rested his
hands on the rounded twin hills framing the cavity his
rigid appendage visited and remained motionless for the
moment it took to observe Mandy, her gaze intent on the
coupling of her married friends, feverishly
manipulating her own sexual center.

He then began his exploration of Sheila’s intimate
portion by deliberately moving within it. His right
hand gripped her right cheek but his left moved beneath
his testicles to touch her clitoris and press a finger
upon it. Thus holding her body between his hands, he
increased his movements, both penis and finger.

Sheila moved with him, moaning at first and then crying
out, “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!”
And fuck her he did, pounding into her with such force
that only his grasp of her buttocks kept her in place.
She came then with a mighty shove upward onto him and
an ecstatic scream that pierced the heretofore
stillness of the morning. Her knees refused to support
her further and Kevin gently allowed her to sink to the
floor, his still erect implement slipping reluctantly
from its sheath.

At the sight of his beautifully pulsating erection,
dripping with Sheila’s secretions, Mandy’s orgasm
exploded also and her lovely naked body quivered
rigidly in the chair where she was sitting. Sheila
raised her head and, before, dropping her cheek back to
the floor, said blissfully, “Number Four!”

Kevin sat beside her and possessively caressed her
spine. He looked at his watch. “There’s ten minutes yet
available,” he said, “but I think we’ll let the record
stand at four orgasms or, if Mandy has her way, seven.”
Sheila turned on her side and propped her head on one
hand.

“It was four,” she said definitely, “the others were
merely aftershocks.” She smiled then at her unadorned
female friend, “We should count yours, too, and make it
five!” Suddenly she sat bolt upright. “It should have
been six. Kevin, you didn’t cum!”

Kevin patted his softening penis and said, “My time
will cum.”

“It could cum in the next ten minutes,” Mandy said
quickly. “Stick that gorgeous sword of yours in me and
we could make it six before the clock strikes twelve!”

“That’s kind of you Mandy, but the only ones that count
are Sheila’s.”

“Kind, hell,” Mandy stood and swung her large breasts
before his face. Kevin reached up and squeezed the
nearest mammary gland but she pulled away and, slipping
on her jeans and shirt, stuffed her panties in a pocket
and made her exit.

“What a fabulous morning!” Sheila said. “It was
indeed,” Kevin agreed, “but now that the game’s over f
or today, how about if we go to bed and act like wife
and husband?” She reached down and cupped his genitals.

***

Sheila came into the bathroom where Kevin was shaving
one morning and popped the question: “Mandy asked if
she could join our ‘master-slave’ game. What do you
think?”

He wiped some shaving cream from around his mouth so he
could talk without swallowing the stuff. “You mean the
‘mistress-slave’ game, don’t you?”

“I might, but she called it ‘ master-slave.'”

“Interesting. I’m not sure. Apparently you’re willing,
since you brought it up. Right?”

“Well, the fact is she’s been an observer and part-time
participant each of the last two times we’ve played it.
It’s almost as though she’s already in.”

“It’s OK, I guess, but even though she’s sexy as hell,
I wouldn’t want her around all the time.”

“That’s pretty much the way I feel about it, too,”
Sheila said.

“But,” she added, “I make one restriction.”

“What’s that?”

“She can never be the mistress; always the slave. I
don’t want her ordering you around!” Kevin flicked a
glob of saving cream at her.

“That’s my possessive wife, for you.”

“You damn right!” Sheila said seriously and pinched his
right nipple.

“Very well. Suits me,” he laughed. “When shall we play
again?”

“Tomorrow morning,” she replied. “I’ve already told
her. She’ll be here at nine.”

The Friend

Mandy found a note inscribed with her name taped to the
front door. She opened it and read:

Slave Girl:

1. Come in.

2. Strip.

3. When you are completely naked, open the bag in the
hall closet and wear the garments in it.

4. Walk to the kitchen.

— Your Master

A tingling wave of excitement passed through Mandy’s
body. Sheila had told her that, if she wanted to join
them, she would be expected to play the slave part and
she had agreed. But to be addressed, on paper no less,
as ‘slave girl’ made it even more exciting. She folded
the note and put it in the hip pocket of her jeans to
read it after. Once inside, she lost no time in getting
out of her clothes, including, since she had been
instructed to strip completely naked, her wrist watch,
the three rings she always wore, and the two pins that
kept strands of blond hair from falling into her face.

Now that’s naked, she thought.

On the closet floor was a small traveling case that
opened from the top. When she swung the lid up she
found a piece of paper covering the stacked trays
designed for jewelry and other small items. It was
another note:

Slave Girl:

Attire yourself with the items in the order in which
you find them.

–Your Master

Beneath the note was a wisp of a bra with stiff dark
red satin cups rimmed by dainty black lace with a clip
to hold them together. Mandy eagerly wrapped its string
strap around her back, fitted her considerable bosom
into the cups, and closed the clip. The effect was
startling even to her, for although the bra lifted her
breasts and pressed them together, it cupped their area
and caused the exposed two-thirds to bulge upward with
their exposed nipples standing out in most remarkable
fashion.

Keen to discover what other wonders resided in the
case, she lifted out the top tray and set it aside.
Beneath it were two tassels, one with a tuft of black
yarn attached to a black circle of soft plastic with a
hole in the center by a thick red braid about six
inches long. Otherwise identical, the colors were
reversed on the other one red tassel, black braid, red
plastic circle. There was no note, but Mandy didn’t
need to be told what these were for.

Steadying her left breast with one hand, she carefully
placed the black plastic circle over its tip. The
circle completely covered the breast’s areola while her
stiff nipple protruded through the hole. She pressed on
the circle and it clung to her flesh. Then, when she
had fastened the red plastic circle to her right
breast, she waved the tassels to and fro, intrigued
that they tickled a little when they brushed her upper
abdomen. Kevin and Sheila were certainly dressing her
as a slave girl should be!

The bottom of the case contained a pair of unmatched
shoes one was red and one was black with the highest
heels Mandy had ever seen (could she walk in those?)
and a skirt composed of red and black cords with
tassels attached, identical to those hanging from her
breasts, that were fastened to a black band at about
two-inch intervals. She stepped through the band and
drew it to her waist where it refused to stay, slipping
instead to her hips. It was not a skirt designed to
conceal the body of the woman who wore it.

When she reached for the shoes, Mandy noticed that
something seemed to be inside one of them. There was.
It was a G-string of red satin with black lace that
precisely matched one of the bra cups. She pulled it
on, fitted the patch of satin over her blond-haired
pubes, and felt the thong between her legs snuggle
across her anus. She slipped her feet into the shoes
and tottered a few steps before she became comfortable
walking virtually on tip-toe. By the time she reached
the kitchen, however, she stepped confidently, the
tassels dancing about her as she did so.

Sheila scarcely looked up from her newspaper when Mandy
came through the door, but she called out, “Kevin, your
slave girl’s finally here.”

“Tell her to come to me.” Kevin’s voice came from the
bedroom.

“You heard him. Go,” Sheila said.

Kevin, naked, sat on the edge of the bed fondling his
penis. “I need a discharge, slave girl,” he said, “so
you’ll have to work for your breakfast which will
consist of semen.”

Feeling for all the world like a real slave girl, Mandy
dropped to her knees between his legs, licked a drop of
pre-cum from the tip of his semen dispenser, and then
took it fully into her mouth and throat. Leaning back
on his arms, Kevin watched Mandy’s head bob up and down
and mentally congratulated his wife for finding and
choosing the slave-girl costume at Frederick’s of
Hollywood. And, though he hadn’t been at the time, he
was now grateful to Sheila for encouraging him not to
ejaculate inside her the previous night. Save it for
Mandy’s breakfast, she had said.

His thoughts didn’t stay on those extraneous matters
for long, however, because Mandy’s exertions were fast
producing their intended effect. Her lips alternately
closed around his glans and slid silkily down the
length of his shaft. At the same time she manipulated
his testicles separately with the fingers of her two
hands.

The result was exquisite and almost painful pleasure,
which he maintained by sheer force of will until that
became impossible and his body involuntarily ejected
two days accumulation of semen into her throat. She
swallowed but kept the penis in her mouth until it
became soft enough for her to bring in the testicles as
well, thus filling her mouth with his genitalia.

Then a surprising thing happened, surprising, at least,
to Kevin, though Mandy had hoped the continuing action
of her tongue and the sucking of her lips would cause
his erection to return. As the penis stiffened, the
gonads slipped from her mouth and once again her lips
surrounded firmer male flesh.

Kevin put his hand on her head. “Let’s stop now, slave
girl,” he said. “You’ve had enough protein for the
moment and I want to save any I have left for later.”
Reluctantly, Mandy abandoned the delicious morsel she
had proudly created and rose to her feet. Kevin stood,
too. His polished penis stood with him and the sight of
Mandy’s erotic body in her erotic costume did nothing
to encourage it to subside. He started to move toward
her when they heard the front doorbell ring.

“That will be the man coming to repair the
refrigerator,” he said, “go let him in and bring him to
the kitchen and don’t hesitate to ‘entertain’ him while
you do it.” In the back of her mind, Mandy had expected
something like this, and she also had a pretty good
idea as to what Kevin expected of her in the way of
“entertainment.” Her already erect nipples became even
harder with excitement as she walked through the living
room to the do or, her oscillating hips making the
tassels bounce about her legs.

The doorbell rang again and Mandy said, “Just a moment,
please.”

She extended one bare leg through the tassels and put
the opposite hand on her hip beneath them. Only then
did she turn the knob, placing her hand on her exposed
thigh as the door swung open. “Yes?” she said in a low
sultry voice.

The repair man, who thought he had seen everything when
it comes to at-home customers, stumbled back a step and
looked at his feet. He was short and perhaps a little
past middle age with long straggly thinning hair. His
belly, which hung over the belt of his baggy jeans, was
too big for his shirt adequately to cover, so it bulged
whitely through the space left by two unfastened
buttons. In one grease-stained hand he held a metal
tool box.

“Yes?” Mandy said again, “What may I do for you?” Only
a deaf man would have failed to hear the suggestion in
her words.

He looked directly at her then and said with a
lecherous grin on his bristly face, “I’ve come to fix
the frige, ma’am.”

Mandy sensuously stroked her thigh and made her bosom
quiver. “Oh, yes! It desperately needs attention!” she
breathed. “Come… after me.” She locked her hands
behind her neck (which, of course, raised her breasts
and caused their tassels to tremble) and turned slowly
on her stilt-like heels. Emphasizing her hips with
every deliberate step, she strutted slowly toward the
kitchen, knowing full well that the swinging tassels
left none of her fanny to his imagination.

Sheila and Kevin, wearing robes, sat at the kitchen
table, coffee cups in hand, studying the morning paper.
Sheila looked up when she saw Mandy with the repair man
panting after her. “You must be the one who’s going to
fix the refrigerator,” she said as though there was
nothing out of the usual.

“That’s right,” he replied gruffly, “what’s wrong with
it?”

“The light won’t go on when the door opens. It’s so
annoying!” Sheila told him. “Alright then,” he said
busily, “let’s just take a look at it.” Mandy pulled
open the door and, as he bent to peer in, one of her
tit tassels brushed his balding head and he leered up
at her lustfully.

He immediately got out a screwdriver and began to
remove the door switch. (Kevin knew the only problem
was the bulb, which he had deliberately broken.)
Watching him, Mandy leaned her breasts over the low
door and made sure that one of their tassels swung on
either side of the repair man’s grizzled face. He
turned his head from side to side against them as he
worked, obviously taking his time to remove only two
screws.

When the switch finally was unbolted, he pulled it out
and unattached the wires, holding it up for Mandy’s
approval as though he had done something marvelous.
Then, when he bent down to examine the wires, one of
her nipple tassels caught in his beard bristles and it
came off with a quiet pop.

“Gee, I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said and made as though he
would hand it back to her. “I’d love for you to put it
back on,” Mandy purred. “You are so handsome!” He
didn’t need to be asked a second time. When he gingerly
tried to fit the plastic circle over her nipple, she
moved her breast every time he was about to get it
centered on its target. “It’s hard to hold still when
I’m so excited,” Mandy whispered down to him over the
refrigerator door between them. “I need your help.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he replied and grabbed her mostly naked
breast with his free hand, squeezed it tightly (too
tightly for Mandy’s comfort), and roughly placed the
circle around its distended tit. “There you are, ma’am,
good as new!” he declared, apparently not noticing the
greasy finger marks he left across the light blue veins
of her swelling white flesh.

“Have you found the problem?” Kevin asked. The repair
man looked around the door toward the table, which he
could see between Mandy’s naked thighs beneath her G-
string from which peeked a few stray blond hairs.

“Not yet, sir,” he answered, “it doesn’t seem to be the
switch, though.”

“That’s good,” said Kevin, “have you tried the bulb?”

“That’s next,” he said and left grease marks on Mandy’s
leg when he ducked back behind the door. He replaced
the switch and started to loosen the bulb.

“Maybe you should test my bulbs, too,” Mandy said.
“They only seem to light up when they’re tested.” And
she leaned further over the door to swing her ‘bulbs’
over his head.

“Be happy to,” he smirked at her, “but I gotta take em
loose to do it.”

“Then do! They need to be tested!” Mandy smiled down at
him coquettishly. He seized the two dangling tassels
and unceremoniously jerked them off, then put a grimy
hand on each breast and rudely hoisted it from the red
and black quarter cup supporting it. It took an effort,
but she refrained from flinching and faked a sigh, “Oh,
you are so manly.” Whereupon he squashed one of her
large breasts between his palms and clamped his teeth
onto her nipple.

At the table Sheila raised an eyebrow at Kevin. He
nodded and spoke loudly, “Was the bulb out? Was that
the trouble?” The repair man released the nipple,
though not the breast, in order to answer: “I’m still
checking, sir.”

“Then hurry up with it, will you?” Kevin said
irritated.

“I think you’d better do that, gorgeous man,” Mandy
advised. “My bulb’s in good order now.” He literally
wiped his hands on her breast as he released it and
turned to the machine. A silently laughing Mandy was
replaced by a serious looking Kevin at the refrigerator
door and so it was Kevin he saw when next the repair
man looked up.

“Yes, sir!” he said, “let’s shut the door and see what
happens.” He stood and, puzzled, looked around for
Mandy, but she was nowhere to be seen. And, of course,
the replaced bulb worked perfectly. Kevin thanked him,
paid him, and ushered him to the door. He was doubled
up with laughter when he returned to the kitchen. “I
bet that guy is, right now, wondering what sort of
dream he’s just had.”

“It was damn near a wet dream,” Sheila was laughing,
too.

“Did you see the bulge in his pants?”

“No, but he wouldn’t be human if it wasn’t there,”
Kevin answered and opened his robe to demonstrate how
human he was, himself.

“Wow!” Sheila exclaimed. “Is that for me or for Mandy?”

“I think Mandy should have it, don’t you? She’s earned
it.”

“I certainly did,” Mandy emerged from her hiding place,
her freed breasts liberally streaked with grease from
the repair man’s hands. But she, too, was laughing.
“Wasn’t I a good little slave girl?”

“That you were,” Kevin said. “And, moreover, you still
are but we’ve got to get you cleaned up, you’re a
mess.” “He really was a boor, wasn’t he,” Mandy said,
“but you know? The fact that I would never, ever, have
let him lay me, made it even more exciting that plus
the fact that you two were listening to my tease.” She
considered Kevin’s audacious extremity. “Now do I get
to drink from the fountain again?” she asked eagerly.

“Maybe,” Kevin answered, “but two things have to happen
before you can drink: you’ve got to be de-greased, and
the fountain has got to spout inside your cave.”

“Oh, marvelous,” Mandy exclaimed and slipped a finger
inside her G-string onto the entrance of her cave. He
tossed his robe onto a chair and ordered, “Follow me,
slave girl.” And, penis swaying, he strode toward the
bathroom, where he turned on the tap and let tepid
water run into the tub. “Take off the shoes and skirt
but not the G-string and climb in, slave girl,” he said
and handed her a bar of soap and wash cloth.

“Aren’t you going to wash her yourself?” Sheila, who
had come with them, asked.

“No, I want to watch her do it.” He lowered the toilet
lid, sat on it, his feet flat on the floor, and leaned
back with his hands behind his head. “Now, slave girl,”
he said, “clean the tits.”

“May I?” Sheila, who still wore her robe, asked and,
without waiting for an answer, seated herself on the
floor between Kevin’s legs and began fondling his
erection. Kevin did not object.

Mandy stretched herself out in the tub, keeping only
her head above water. Then, sitting up for Kevin to see
her, she soaped her breasts, squeezing them, pushing
them together, and pinching their nipples so the
buttons stood proudly firm. Even with that thorough
treatment, some grease remained, but rougher
application of the cloth quickly eliminated all trace
of the repair man’s grubby paws.

“It was delightful watching that cleansing,” Kevin
remarked.

“And this slave girl enjoys being watched while she
bathes,” Mandy grinned, stepping out of the tub and
applying a towel to her backside.

“Are you sure the slave deserves this? Just because she
let a service man grope her?” Sheila asked plaintively.
She rolled his glans between her thumb and two fingers.

“Of course she does!” He stood, took Mandy’s body in
his arms, and pressed her full breasts against his
chest before dropping to his knees and dragging the wet
G-string to her ankles. He promptly separated the folds
concealing her “cave” and placed his tongue on the
Lilliputian sentry guarding it.

“Oh! That’s very nice!” Mandy sighed and, leaning over,
put her hands on his cheeks.

But Kevin had no intention of proceeding with
cunnilingus. Instead, he stood, clasped her breasts,
and gave each nipple a single lick. “Come with me!” he
said hoarsely and marched away. She almost
unconsciously slipped on the super-high heels he had
provided for her before trailing after him. In the
living room, he threw a pillow from the couch on the
soft carpet and urgently told her to sit on it and then
lie down. Thus properly positioned, she opened wide her
legs and spread the aperture to the cavity within her
in anticipation of his entry.

Kevin stood above the naked woman and admired her long
curvaceous legs, smooth belly, and flattened though
still swelling bosom.

“She’s really quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Sheila
commented.

“She’s very beautiful,” he agreed. “Almost too
beautiful to fuck.”

“No woman’s that beautiful,” Sheila said. “Fuck her!”
Kevin knelt between Mandy’s legs, held his fully rigid
penis in his hand, and teased her exposed clitoris with
its tip. Her body quivered and, with a moan, she lifted
her body to meet him.

Slowly, then, he inserted his instrument until it was
completely absorbed by her pliant flesh. Only then did
he initiate the in and out motion that would produce
the friction necessary to release the fluid stored in
his testicles, a release that swiftly followed. It was
a magnificent orgasm for Kevin, one that seemed
literally to drain, not only the semen, but the energy
from his body.

Mandy, however, though she trembled beneath him, had
not experienced the corresponding release and Kevin
wanted that for her. Gently, he withdrew his wilted
penis and, flattening himself on the floor, replaced it
with his tongue. The taste of his own ejaculate was new
to him and he was not certain he liked it very much,
but that did not deter him from urgently licking and
sucking her blood-filled clitoris, an action that
almost immediately caused her to scream and buck
against his mouth before gradually subsiding into limp
rapture.

After Mandy had dressed, gathered up the slave-girl
costume (which Kevin insisted belonged to her), and
left, Sheila and Kevin retired to their marital bed,
where he brought Sheila to a towering climax by
cunnilingus.

The Man, His Wife, and Her Friend

“Mandy’s been evicted from her apartment,” Sheila
announced some weeks later.

“What a shame. What’s she going to do?”

“Look for something else, I suppose. We could help her
if we want to, though.”

“How’s that?”

“She could come live with us,” Sheila replied.

“We don’t have an extra room,” Kevin protested. “Where
would we put her?”

“It would give us an excuse to buy the king-sized bed
we’ve always wanted. Then she could sleep with us,”
Sheila smiled conspiratorially.

“I think you’re playing a game with me,” Kevin
countered.

“Not at all. Wouldn’t you like to sleep every night
with a naked woman on each side of you?”

“Well….”

“Of course you would! The only problem you’d have would
be deciding which one us to fuck!”

“I could live with that problem,” Kevin grinned.

So Mandy moved in with Kevin and Sheila. After, on her
own initiative, she began dressing as a slave girl
every evening upon coming home from work. Kevin
confiscated the G-string so her blond-haired groin
wouldn’t be hidden from his view. A few days later he
repossessed the tit tassels, and the quarter-cup
brassiere soon vanished also, leaving her with only the
tassel skirt and high heeled shoes to decorate her
voluptuous body.

Kevin decided he thoroughly enjoyed having a virtually
naked woman around the house. He found no dearth of
opportunity to fondle her and when, on rare occasions,
he passed one by, she would pout and shake her bare
breasts in his face until he took them in his hands
and/or sucked their nipples (which always seemed to be
erect).

Sheila’s prediction that he would have to decide daily
whether to lay Mandy or his wife proved correct. At
first he tried to make both of them before all three
succumbed to sleep but that soon became not only
physically but emotionally impossible. In fact, keeping
two horny women sexually satisfied was a full-time job.
If, for instance, he screwed Mandy on Monday and Sheila
on Tuesday, by Wednesday Mandy would be clambering for
his penis, and vice versa.

In the beginning Sheila applauded Mandy’s decision to
stay naked even when they weren’t in bed. She was
excited by the sexual electricity it produced at even
the most mundane times almost as much as Kevin did. But
she soon discovered that she was in competition with
Mandy for his attention, for her friend aggressively
flaunted her nudity, demonstrating not only her
availability but her urgent desire to be laid at any
and every moment. And Kevin made no attempt to resist
the temptation.

So Sheila began wearing only the transparent bra though
which her pointed nipples protruded, along with the G-
string, which appeared black because of her lush public
hair visible through it. She considered her legs to be
one of her best features and she emphasized them by
wearing the high-heeled mules Kevin had bought for her.
Thus, whenever Mandy waved her much larger breasts at
her friend’s husband, Sheila would stretch forth a leg
and trail her fingers over her thigh. The competition
between them became intense.

Ultimately Kevin decided enough was enough. He was
simultaneously massaging Sheila’s vulva through its
filmy covering and nuzzling one of Mandy’s breasts when
he abruptly said, “This has got to stop, ladies. Both
of you are sex bombs I know it and you know it. Neither
of you has to prove that she is sexier than the other.
So I think it’s time for you to start wearing clothes,
regular clothes. When I want you naked, I’ll let you
know.”

“But I like being naked,” Mandy pouted.

Kevin patted one of her swelling breasts and said, “I
know you do, but you’ll be my obedient slave girl and
wear clothes, nevertheless. Run along now, both of you,
and put something on. When you come back, we’ll talk
about all this.”

The women returned. Mandy wore a brightly colored silk
muumuu that, though loose, nevertheless clung to her
full bosom. Sheila, more demure, had donned a simple
light blue cotton house dress whose short skirt did not
reach her knees. Both of them were barefooted.

“These last few weeks have been extraordinary,” Kevin
began. “Sheila, you always were sexy as hell, but now
you’ve turned into a virtual nymphomaniac! And, Mandy,
maybe you’ve always been sex-crazed, I don’t know. But
what I do know is that I can’t keep up with the two of
you. Don’t get me wrong. I want to keep up with you,
but I simply can’t. So I have a solution to propose,
actually two solutions. The first is the obvious one,
that you begin pleasuring each other when I’m her