By Maryann
Seanna 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 he
took it over for a while, her father did not run it
very well, and she has brought it from the brink of
disaster to its present thriving condition.
She is tall, about 5' 8", slender and light boned, so
that her 127 pounds are not skinny. She wears her
carrot-colored hair fairly short, and dresses for
business in very tailored grey pants-suits, with just a
touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears
to be in her early twenties, she will celebrate her
thirtieth birthday this coming November.
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.
But, as you might guess, under the severely private,
cold exterior, beats a hot and passionate heart.
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. Seanna 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
Seanna has ever known.
Sandy is of average height, but with outstanding 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 Seanna, going in for earth-
colored 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 "stems" 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 is subject to stomach cramps, and somehow,
this awakens a protective urge in Seanna, who finds
herself unaccountably attracted to this woman.
For her own part, Sandy thinks the world of Seanna. 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, Seanna'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 Jansson.
Erik had all the necessary skills, and so, with a small
chuckle at the thought of having a male secretary, she
hired him.
Erik is a writer, but as yet has not made his mark. His
works have been published from time to time in
magazines, but he needs an income that's more regular.
Putting aside his considerations, he applied at
McCaffrey. He was glad he did. He enjoys being around
Seanna, and is not ashamed to admit he admires her
ability as well as her looks. The guys at Duffy's
Tavern give him some flak, but he laughs it off easily.
Erik is "six-foot-two, eyes of blue", with sand-colored
hair. His mother was a Scottish lass and there is a
hint of red in his hair when you see it in a certain
light. He got his fathers big Scandinavian frame, and
he carries it well.
He wears European-cut suits in brown and tan, and
fitted shirts to the office. He keeps a light tan by
stopping at the gym's sun room once in a while.
He's got a good, solid pair of buns, something which
both women noticed right away, and which Seanna tends
to watch when he exits her office.
They have also noticed, from time to time, that his
"basket" is pretty well filled, too, though never
obvious.
Twice a week he spends some time in the gym across from
Duffy's and works out or plays a round of racquetball
with his friend Mike, so he hasn't lost his muscle-
tone. He was a varsity letterman, specializing in rings
and parallel bars.
Although he almost always has a date when he wants one,
he has no strong attachments, and, as he tells Mike, is
"just lookin' around."
**
Two months ago, Seanna 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, Seanna
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.
"Hullo, Ms. McCaffrey. Fine ev'nin." he said, as he
pressed the elevator button.
"Hello, Matt."
The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in
Seanna's large, but not ostentatious apartment. 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," Seanna invited her as she put away
Sandy's jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home.
What will you drink?"
"Um, seven and seven."
Seanna crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the
stereo to soft music, and began making the drinks while
Sandy looked around. The older woman brought up two
glasses as the brunette peeked through the open bedroom
door.
"Here y'are. Cheers."
"Um. Good. Oh, what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment
is wonderful, Seanna."
"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, Seanna." 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 crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised
me. They had two boys younger than I."
"That must have been difficult."
"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There
was never any "me against them," or anything. They even
saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to
business college. How about you, Seanna? Do you have a
sister?"
"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a
sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to.
"We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't
much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly
boys, then. My brothers weren't much help, they wanted
to 'protect' me."
The younger woman drained her glass.
"Another?"
"Uh, yes, thanks."
The red-head got up and walked to the bar.
"Seanna?"
"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, Seanna holding the
bottle between her legs, and Sandy stroking the neck of
the bottle.
"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Sandy
laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to kiss
Seanna, finding the red-head unaccountably attractive.
"What's going on with me?" she thought.
Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was
poured.
They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted
their new "sisterhood".
"But no favors at work," Sandy said after a moment. "I
want no mistake, I'm gonna 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.
"My aunt and uncle were religious, too. They made sure
we all went to church and Sunday school and all that,
but I stopped when I went to college."
To herself Sandy thought, "I never was attracted to
another woman before. Should I tell her?"
"I stopped going to mass many years ago," Seanna
answered. "To me it seems the church doesn't see that
God made us the way we are, and... well... that it's ok
to enjoy what we've got."
"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?"
"Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda
melt. He's got great buns, doesn'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 cozy feeling was creeping
up Sandy's insides. Her secret attraction to Seanna,
and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also
attracted, was taking a toll.
"You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, er, in
bed," she blurted.
"Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet."
They laughed.
They sipped a while in silence.
"Do you have a man in your life now, 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."
Seanna 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.
"Seanna? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah,
attracted to another woman?"
"Wrong? No, of course not."
"Would that make her a lesbian?"
"No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule."
Seanna replied, "Why?"
"Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need
the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway and
closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and
after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper
sent a thrill up her belly.
"No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth
called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and
touched her love button.
Meanwhile, Seanna 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, 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 nest.
Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She
rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front edge of
the seat. She kicked the 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," Seanna 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."
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." Seanna 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 Seanna 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, Seanna
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. Seanna
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 tongue.
Seanna 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. Seanna'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. Lightnings 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, Seanna
gently stroked her trigger, extending the awesome
throes of Sandy's pleasure.
Slowly, the after- shocks eased, settling into a warm
fuzzy glow. Seanna 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 Seanna's body.
Suddenly, she broke away. "Seanna, I'm scared and I'm
embarrassed.
I... I've never... er..."
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.
Seanna 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 Seanna'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. Seanna 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. Seanna's nipples were highly
sensitive and erectile. She has been known to "get off"
just on these. The sensation sent chills down her
spine, and little sparks of heat in her belly.
Seanna 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.
Seanna's moaning grew louder.
"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 color 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 color slightly
deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond-shaped,
with a thin spear of color 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.
Seanna laughed. "We forget to bring the bubbly!"
"I'll get it," Sandy laughed.
Seanna watched her go. She really did have a nice
derriere.
"Don't forget the glasses," she called out.
Seanna 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 night-
table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms
around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just
brushing the tips of the red-heads smaller ones.
Seanna 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 Seanna's cone-shaped nipples with her
tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing and then covered
one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her
lips.
Seanna 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.
Seanna 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, Seanna," she murmured. Her hand
strayed down Seanna'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
Seanna'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, Seanna's. Then she pressed
forward, until her warm woman's lips were kissing the
red head's.
She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers,
running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.
She maneuvered herself until her again erect bud was
pressing hotly against Seanna'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.
Seanna thrust 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?"
Seanna 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 Seanna. "She really gets into it,
doesn't she." she thought. Seanna 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. "MMmmmmMMMMAAH!"
In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging
into the lightnings 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," Seanna 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 Seanna'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."
Seanna walked back to the bed, brandishing the
instrument like a sword. She sipped some more champagne
and 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 Seanna's
writhing, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her
pink gates open.
She gulped down the rest of the glass and then crawled
over until she was sitting between the red- heads
knees.
She laid the vibrator lengthwise in the older woman's
valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Seanna 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 Seanna's ample juices. Seanna 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 Seanna'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 Seanna'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, then pressing them.
Seanna 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 Seanna'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!"
Seanna 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 Seanna's body of
itself. Seanna 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 red-head's body, stirring the flesh. She stirred
her own flesh with her fingers.
"mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"
Again the rising moaning cry burst from Seanna'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 Seanna dropped, but now reached
out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery
with the overflow of Seanna's hot honey. Her round ass-
cheeks glistened with it.
Sandy pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short
quick strokes.
Seanna'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.
Seanna lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.
Sandy looked at the instrument, slick with the red-
head's honey.
She lay down next to Seanna, 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, its good. Ohh."
Seanna awoke from her drowse at the sounds.
"Oh, little sister, let me."
Seanna 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 sister."
Seanna 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.
Seanna 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."
Seanna advanced the control another notch, the device
began to growl.
"Oooh... Ung.."
The red-head 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 pooched in and out.
Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Seanna 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 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 Seanna
insistently stirred the machine in her body, stroked
her little ring as it pooched 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 Seanna, 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.
