Masturbation

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29.11.2019

The Vice Principal

my first story, wrote it quickly, yay

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29.11.2019

She’d only ever had her ex-husbands cock! – Part 1

An awakening…

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29.11.2019

Silken Pure Beauty

This is my first story of any kind, if your looking for just sex,go on to another story.im also open to any critics

Dipping into the school bathroom, and rubbing one out after her last class had sure seemed like a good idea to fifteen year old Becky Morgan. After all, what could go wrong?

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A New Shopping Experience

Alice’s search for a new dress leads to a new favourite shop

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29.11.2019

The Temptress: Chapter One

This will be my second submission to xnxx, although it is not the first time others will be reading this piece. Friends of mine have read the first four chapters of the erotic fantasy novel I have been writing for the last few years and have expressed VERY positive feedback. But they are my friends. The Temptress is Chapter One of that book but not the first book of the series of which it is part. I guess I am looking for genuine enthusiasm, an HONEST review and critique, and a reason to continue my writing this story (which, by the way, has a romantic twist to it that unfolds throughout the course of the books.) My first submission was not so well received as I may have mis-categorized it or the sexual content was lacking or something along those lines. If Chapter One proves to be popular, I will probably submit the other chapters I have written.
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Chapter One
As night crept across the lands of Demnos, the gray sky of the dreary, rain-soaked day continued to deepen until it was impossible to tell when the day ended and the night began. Far below the towering craggy edifice of Demon’s Peak, lights in the city of Xyn started flickering to life in windows and on street corners. The inhabitants were provided with a measure of supposed protection against the all too real creatures lurking in the dark, just past the last houses on the outskirts of the city. The streets bustled with both the necessary evening traffic and those seeking entertainment at one of the many taverns, brothels, or fest halls throughout the city. Shopkeepers were finishing closing up shop and securing their establishments from unwelcome nocturnal intruders. Despite the inclement weather, the pervasive ambiance of Xyn’s celebrants was as festive as always.
The dome-shaped buildings comprising the bustling valley city were typical of those found across the face of Tiaceor. Sturdy in construction, they could withstand many kinds of punishment and look only a little worse for the wear. The domes were all of varying sizes, built according to its function and the owner’s needs—as well as the depth of his or her purse.
High above the city, a pair of glowing yellow eyes looked down at the goings-on from the relative comfort of a very large and well-fortified keep. To the otherworldly eyes regarding the scene, the rain obscured the view only a little. The rain pitter-pattered in large puddles on the balconies of the three enormous windows outside the castle’s throne room. A tall, lone, dark figure stood in the window, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the rain as it gently tapped against her hot ebony skin and soaked her long, thick raven tresses. Small droplets grew bigger until their weight pulled them down her naked flesh, tickling her lightly as they rolled. As she stood there, tiny rivulets also flowed from the longest ends of her hair and down between her large bat-like wings; from there, the water followed the curve of her back until finding its way around the base of her well-muscled tail and between the tight cheeks of her ass where it mixed with the lubrication of her already wet pussy. Droplets fell too from the rings piercing her nipples after collecting and hanging there for a moment. The unnatural heat given off by her body caused the mistress of the keep to be surrounded by a wispy nimbus of steam.
Demon’s Peak had been well-named by the early settlers who first looked upon the immense, foreboding mountain with an equal mixture of awe and fear, though mostly the latter. There were many locals who wondered if the name had actually been an unrecognized prophesy, especially since a demoness had been calling it her home for the past eighty years.
Standing just slightly taller than most human and some ork males, War Mistress L’tirashin Jaduor was an imposing sight to behold. Her manner and bearing left no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was not a being with whom someone trifled. Of course, her glowing yellow eyes, large bat wings and long tail only served to accentuate her otherworldly visage and make those around her fearful of inviting her wrath.
As if by its own accord, L’tirashin’s left hand slid slowly across her thigh, inching toward the black tangle of her hairy mound. Her long, talon-tipped fingers pushed through the slick folds of her labia until they found her already excited clit. L’tirashin flicked at it a few times before shoving her fingers deep into her pussy.
‘Fools!’ she spat in her thoughts as her other hand cupped her right breast and brought it to her mouth. L’tirashin’s tongue darted out and rubbed across the hardening tip of the nipple. Using her teeth, she tugged firmly at the ornamental piercing, increasing her passion as her fingers probed even deeper into her vaginal flower. ‘See how they go about their lives, totally oblivious to the coming darkness!’ she mused as she continued masturbating. It excited the wicked demoness beyond mere words every time she used either her infernal powers or her mastery of arcane magic. Very soon after her arrival on this world the inhabitants called Tiaceor, a phenomenon heretofore never experienced by L’tirashin came to light: without exception, whenever the demoness cast any of the spells she knew, she would feel the need for some kind of sexual gratification. It also appeared that the greater the inherent power of the spell cast, so too was the urge that followed. Although L’tirashin had always possessed a fierce carnal appetite, there were inevitable times when sex of any sort—ranging from simply masturbating to enjoying a full-blown orgy—just was not possible. Of course, it went without saying that those missed chances for libidinous indulgences were made up for at the first opportunity. . . .and then some. L’tirashin tried to discover the reason for the odd, but very pleasant, connection but was far less successful than the learned sages, wizards, sorcerers, and priests who had studied it for centuries before her arrival.
As she felt an orgasm beginning to build within her, L’tirashin leaned her head back and turned it from side to side, causing her rain-soaked blue-black hair to brush across the top of her tight buttocks and base of her tail. Faster and faster L’tirashin plunged her fingers in and out until they were almost a blur of motion, working their own kind of magic on her pussy. With her excitement nearing its climactic peak, she brought her mouth and melon-sized breast back together and bit down hard on the nipple. Her elongated, razor-sharp canines punctured two small holes on either side of the silver ring dangling from the very stiff and protruding nub. A small ooze of dark crimson leaked out then vanished with a swipe of L’tirashin’s tongue.
The peak L’tirashin had felt stirring deep in her loins was upon her. A mask of pure euphoria washed over her beautiful, though otherworldly, face and brought a glaze to her glowing eyes just as the first wave of her orgasm caused her cunt to spasm and shudder. Slowly, the sensations ebbed then ceased. A smile of partial satisfaction pulled at the corners of her full lips.
“That was nice,” L’tirashin said as she brought her hand up and started licking her cum-soaked fingers clean. “But. . .” L’tirashin’s tail swished back and forth in anticipation as she let the thought trail off. As her wings folded quietly across her back and around her shoulders like a natural cape, the demoness turned away from the window. The talons on her toes clicked softly against the highly polished black marble floor of her immense audience chamber as she strode purposefully toward her throne.
In passing, L’tirashin momentarily glanced up at one of the eight colossal columns that supported the high, vaulted ceiling, fifty feet overhead. The girth of any one of them was so great it would require six men, with out-stretched arms, to encircle it. Running almost the entire length of each, from floor to ceiling, were highly detailed bass relief carvings of scenes depicting the torture of the souls of the damned, cast into the Abyss’s bottomless darkness. L’tirashin could recall only too well being on the receiving end of many of those terrible torments during the first few centuries of her afterlife spent deep in the Abyss’s lower planes. Over the many, many long years, she had managed to, literally, claw her way up to positions of greater and greater power until she had become one of the torturers. Mortal minds had yet to devise a method of torment that had not all ready been perfected by the Everdark’s resident experts, as well as many that even the most twisted ephemeral mind could not conceive.
The clergy of the seemingly countless number of deities, on a similar number of worlds throughout the known multiverse, warned their respective flocks of the literal eternal torment awaiting them if they refused to give up their sinful ways. L’tirashin was still amused as to how many of those going-to-temple-only-on-holy-days mortals who found themselves in the Everdark.
During her time on Tiaceor, L’tirashin had been christened with a variety of names by the inhabitants. Some of them, such as as Night One, Temptress, Demon Queen, and the Dark One, she bore with great pride. But there were others, like Bacchanal Queen, Demon Whore, Slut Queen, and the Fornicatress, that she secretly reveled in because of her pursuit of pleasure—although that pleasure was not without its purpose.
Besides having an almost insatiable libido, L’tirashin also had equally great ambitions and a lust for power. She had been busy ever since her arrival. By appealing to the mortals of this world on their basest levels, L’tirahsin had been able to gather an army of considerable strength in almost no time. When her forces quickly claimed the nation of Calimaar, the new country of Demnos came into being. To the nations surrounding Demnos, L’tirashin delivered a powerful ultimatum: live under her rule and prosper or defy her and suffer. Only two of the eleven nations tried to resist. True to her word, the Temptress made them suffer mightily.
The continent of the Eleasheua fell to her conquest in less than six years.
Demnos had become a fierce world power with which to be reckoned.
But L’tirashin was not content ruling just one kingdom. Or continent. No, she had far loftier ambitions than that. For reasons no mortal mind would ever expect, her ultimate goal was to conquer all of Tiaceor.
With incredible and inhuman speed, the Temptress dashed up the eighteen steps of the dais. Her movement had been so sudden and swift it could have been thought of as magic. She paused a moment and gazed appreciatively at her regal seat. The throne was a truly wicked looking construction: hundreds of spread open rib cages had been used to create a radiating disc directly behind a seat made entirely out of whole skeletal arms and legs. A wall comprised of nothing but skulls formed the backdrop for this agglomeration of bones, running from floor to ceiling and spanned forty feet from one side to the other. But as intimidating as L’tirashin’s royal seat was itself, some very potent and deadly enchantments worked into it as well. With a wicked smile, L’tirashin assumed her seat. When she had first entered the former realm of Calimaar, L’tirashin lacked such a chair. Over the intervening seventy-eight years, she had had one magically crafted from the bones of all those who dared oppose her. It mattered little as to the social status of the bones’ former owners: righteous knights, powerful spellcasters, pious priests, and those of more humble origins were all present—even Calimaar’s former regent had been likewise interred. The commonality they all shared was defying the demoness’s will. No matter how great or small their indiscretion, they paid for it with their lives.
Many (foolish) adventurers had tested also themselves against her. While the number of intruders who dared to confront the Dark One in her personal sanctum had been few and far between, there were still those who had successfully gained entry past her keep’s formidable defenses. Of coourse, when they encountered L’tirashin, usually lounging on her throne, their only reward was death: death that came at them from the hundreds of empty eye sockets in the skull wall.
“You there, slave,” L’tirashin said, pointing at one of the barely clad slaves standing against the wall just past the banquet table. “Come here.” Although L’tirashin knew every one of her slaves’ names—as well as a good deal about them—she found that by stripping them of even such a small measure of individuality tended to keep the spirits of her slaves broken far more effectively than any amount of chain.
Daring to cast a momentary sidelong look at her sister standing just two paces to her left, Amean obediently stepped forward and walked quickly toward her mistress, keeping her head bowed the entire way. Amean, which meant swan rider in her native elven language, had been a celebrated dancer in the elven kingdom Deth’el, a verdant island nation that lay only two hundred miles to the west of Eleasheua. Amean had been visiting her family in the small coastal city of Eichuula when the Temptress’s warships attacked from both the water and the sky. When the raiders finally left, more than half the city was burning and many elves had been taken as slaves—with Amean and her sister among the captives. Even after two years, neither of the sisters ever learned of the fates of any of the rest of their family.
The sisters’ introduction to slavery was savage and cruel. As they stood before the one called “the Wrangler”, a new slave was chosen at random then slaughtered in front of the rest of his fellow captives. The Wrangler screamed at them, “That is exactly how much your lives now mean to your mistress! But, by serving Mistress L’tirashin with complete loyalty and devotion, you will be allowed to live! Betray her in even the smallest way and you will die!” Following the Wrangler’s brutal demonstration, they were stripped of what few possessions they still clung to, along with their clothes.
Amean’s spirit finally broke when she and the other new slaves were unceremoniously thrown into a large pool filled with a green, foul smelling magical brew. When she surfaced, Amean watched in horrified disbelief as her luxuriant, waist-length golden tresses literally slid right off her scalp and dissolve, like a dream upon waking. As her body was racked by near-hysterical sobs, Amean noticed that everyone had been similarly been affected. That she could see, no hair remained on anyone, anywhere. She had never felt so naked and exposed in all her young one hundred and fifty-three years of life. Amean’s sister, Simvanna, was also just as bare but Amean could still see the familiar defiant spark in Simvanna’s deep blue eyes.
Once the new slaves had been sorted according to where they would be put to use, Amean, Simvanna, and twenty-nine other male and female vassals were taken to the house dormitory. The female house slaves were given very short, gauze-thin dresses to wear while the males wore only breeches made of the same fabric and all were given a pair of sandals. Despite the deadly conditions of the mines, Amean sometimes envied the slaves who worked deep in the bowels of the mountain. “At least they get to wear real clothes and shoes,” she whispered to Simvanna one night, just as the pair was drifting into a dreamless sleep.
All house slaves shared their beds with at least one other and some even bunked together by choice. It was typical for one to be just getting out of bed to resume his or her duties as another would be climbing in to get some rest. Despite their captivity, Amean did have to admit that she and Simvanna (as well as the other residential vassals, at least) were treated well enough and not subjected to any punishment greater than necessary.
As she approached her mistress’s throne, Amean kept her eyes averted to her feet then stopped as the bottom step of the dais. “Yes, mistress?” Amean asked in a quiet voice.
L’tirashin let her slave wait. After all, that was a slave’s singular purpose in life: to wait on whatever whims their mistress or master expressed. Starting at the top of Amean’s bald head, L’tirashin’s eyes slowly traced all of her slave’s pleasant curves. Up and down Amean’s pointed ears, down her delicate, narrow neck, and over her shapely shoulders. The Temptress allowed her gaze to linger for a few moments as her lusty gaze carressed the small swell of Amean’s breasts. The sweat covering Amean’s body caused her whisper-thin dress cling to her, allowing a nearly unobstructed view of the treasures beneath. Amean’s aureoles were correspondingly small though her nipples already looked slightly erect. While they were only about half the size of her own, L’tirashin was pleased nonetheless and went on assessing her slave.
Amean’s narrow waist and hips indicated she had yet to experience the “joys of motherhood”—a situation L’tirashin was sure that could soon be remedied. L’tirashin noticed Amean’s arms and legs to be remarkably well-toned and conditioned but, for a moment, the reason escaped her. Then an amused smile played at the corners of L’tirashin’s full lips. Ahhh, yes, she thought. ‘This one was a dancer when she was captured. Mmmmmmm. . .I haven’t had one of those in a while.’
“Come here!” L’tirashin said as she motioned for Amean to mount the steps.
Fear swelled in Amean’s chest. She was suddenly filled with an almost irresistible urge to run as fast and as far as she could away from the Night One, but she knew that doing so would mean her death. She had been present when a band of foolhardy adventurers had made their way into the keep only the previous year and stood where she herself was now.
They never had a chance.
As if the wall were an extension of the Temptress, Amean watched in horror as the demoness annihilated them instantly as hundreds of arcane energy bolts tore them to pieces. This the Night One did without even moving a finger.
Terrified, Amean did as she was commanded and slowly ascended the steps. Had she not already been sweating due to the heat within the keep, Amean would have surely started just then. As she climbed the steps, the elven slave felt she were walking many miles—and all of them up a steep hill. Finally, Amean stood a mere arm span in front of L’tirashin and it was all Amean could do to just remain standing.
The Temptress’s smile suddenly became even more wicked. Her slave’s fear was so palpable that the demoness could smell it as easily as she could see Amean trembling as she stood before her. A rush of warmth washed over L’tirashin. Although it suffused throughout her body, she felt it most acutely in her hot and very wet pussy.
When L’tirashin got to her feet, Amean swooned. In an instant, Amean was scooped up in her mistress’s arms. Giving her slave no time to recover, L’tirashin clamped her lips wetly to Amean’s and pushed her tongue into the startled elf’s mouth.
At first, Amean resisted but, as soon as her mistress’s unexpected sexual advances were revealed to be her true intentions, Amean began to respond. Though she was a bit unsure for the first few moments, she found herself becoming amenable, pushing her tongue past the Night One’s and into her hot and hungry mouth. Amean’s hands also seemed anxious to join in on the pleasure and were soon caressing L’tirashin’s dark skin.
It was L’tirashin who gently broke away from their kissing embrace after the pair had been entwined for several minutes. Holding Amean’s face affectionately between her hands, L’tirashin whispered in a breathy voice, “Pleasure me.”
Amean smiled sweetly at her mistress. Leaning in, Amean started kissing and nibbling on L’tirashin’s neck. Her mistress’s ebony skin was noticeably hot to the touch. It was not long before Amean felt her own body’s heat increase in response to what she was doing to the demoness. While Amean was not a woman-lover, she was also no stranger to pleasuring another woman. In fact, she and Simvanna still indulged in such acts of “sisterly love” whenever they were able to be together. They delighted in those stolen moments and had been doing so ever since they were elflings, playing amid the tall and ancient trees deep in the Aelque Forest of Deth’el.
Wanting to be as free and unfettered as her mistress, Amean slipped her dress down over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The look of pure lust shining in the Night One’s glowing amber eyes brought a smile to Amean’s pouty lips.
Amean slowly kissed, nibbled, licked, and sucked her way down one side of L’tirashin’s neck then up the other. As she got near her mistress’s similarly pointed ears, Amean felt a pang of longing when she smelled the light, sweet scent of L’tirashin’s hair. Forcing her feelings back down, Amean started nipping sensuously on the Temptress’s left earlobe. When a moan of delight escaped L’tirashin’s lips, Amean teased her by lightly flicking the tip of her tongue across her mistress’s ear.
Amean’s skill pleasantly surprised L’tirashin. Every spot where Amean’s hot mouth and tongue had touched tingled, sending wave after wave of excitement directly to her already sodden pussy. Unable to help herself any longer, L’tirashin brought up a hand and cupped one of Amean’s small breasts. After a few firm squeezes, she started to roll and pinch the slowly stiffening nipple. A soft sigh in L’tirashin’s ear let her know her own ministrations were hardly in vain as her libidinous slave continued pleasing her.
L’tirashin’s other hand soon found Amean’s bare thigh then slowly slid its way up until it encountered the slightly fleshy folds of Amean’s smooth and hairless cunt. Back and forth L’tirashin rubbed, always just missing the moist slit running between her slave’s thickening labia. Deciding to give Amean a thrill, L’tirashin pressed on her love button.
Thoroughly stimulated by what her mistress was doing to her, Amean could not resist grinding her pussy against L’tirashin’s hand. Amean’s fear had almost completely vanished. In its place was an aching lust and a passion ignited fire in her loins begging to be extinguished. Her own hands followed the Temptress’s lead; one hand on a breast, the nipple between her fingers while the other massaged L’tirashin’s mound of black, bushy pubic hair.
Most of the slaves, whether male or female, human, dwarf, ork, elf, or any one of Tiaceor’s other races had been on either the receiving or giving end (or both) of L’tirashin’s attentions at one time or another. For the long minutes their mistress and her slave pleasured each other, the rest household slaves present watched the goings on with a mixture of envy and relief.
Though not Simvanna
The willful elf was succeeding quite well at hiding her disgust and jealousy at the sexual spectacle happening only a short distance away. Such flagrant, public, sexual displays were unheard of in even the most liberal of Deth’el’s courts, where love and beauty were worshipped just as devoutly as were the gods. And that the Night One’s attentions were centered on Amean was almost too much for Simvanna to take. If any woman was going to sex her sister, it should be her, not their so-called mistress—despite the Temptress holding their lives quite literally in the palms of her taloned hands.

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Pam the village postmistress developed her favourite Sybian position in front of the wardrobe full-length mirror, with an additional mirror propped up at an angle to watch the under view of her breasts. She felt very proud of having downloaded and printed some photos from the Sybian Club web-site and stuck her favourite shot of Becki in her pink ‘climbing harness’ to the bedroom mirror. In the photo Becki was pushing a large blue dildo into her big sister Faye, who was bending backwards over the masturbation machine that was currently throbbing between her own thighs. Pam’s husband Mike was home early from work and hearing the unusual whirring sound from the bedroom stuck his head around the door. The sight of Pam naked, except for a pair of headphones, with her lower body reflected in the mirrors was too much and he had to help. He quietly took off suit and shoes and squatted behind the Sybian kissing Pam’s neck, squeezing her generous breasts and increased the vibration speed. Pam wept with relief when her orgasm came as she had wanted to involve Mike since joining the Club, but was unsure how. Pam rolled off the masturbator onto Mike and they had the best sex for weeks.
Later Pam sat naked at the computer on Mike’s lap clicking through the videos and photos that Timmy had uploaded to the web-site, naming each of her friends and describing the taste of their cunts and favourite dildos. Mike was fascinated by Becki’s outfit, and drooled over Molly and Gemma; Pam had to suck him off to remove the impure thoughts of what he would like to do with these under-age lesbians. Mike was an engineer and had often fantasized of inventing a discreet full body female masturbator, and here were the girls he needed to test it. The mk1 prototype
A week later he had fabricated the first prototype, packaged it in a nice box with full instructions and left it with Pam to give to Becki when she next visited the Post Office. Her big sister Faye arrived the next morning when the Post Office was nearly empty. Pam quickly served the remaining customer and slipped around the front of the counter, locked the door, kissing Faye. She buried one hand down the front of Faye’s denims and the other up her jumper, murmuring she looked very sexy with clothes on. Faye carried away the surprise package for Becki and promised they would both be at the pub for lunch with Mike wearing their outfits.
The package contained a shiny silver dildo for Faye with a screw-on connection to replace a normal shower head. When inserted, it thrusts with pulses of water aimed at the g-spot and clitoris; she tried it out in the shower whilst waiting for Becki to put on Mike’s prototype device. Becki stripped off, whilst watching Faye climaxing on her knees in the shower with warm water gushing out of her cunt.
The device for Becki is best described as a wide padded thong attached front and back to a soft pink leather belt with clips for a large iPod. It has wires from the belt leading down into a whole row of shiny bumps in the crotch piece from front to back. Becki removed her clit ring and pulled the device up to her slim hips. It fitted perfectly with the shaped bumps opening her lips to touch the clit, one to slip inside her bum-hole and others to nuzzle her pussy. She tentatively experimented with the iPod controls and nearly climaxed to the pulsing energy flowing through her pubes. Mike had thoughtfully supplied a small bottle of suntan oil to rub into her breasts before clipping on each softly sprung nipple ring with a wire running to a snug arm band. The instructions were to bunch up her fingers, as in her fisting videos, and push into the smoothly lined arm band, which carried a battery pack, Bluetooth antennas for communicating with her crotch, and the wires up to tiny ear-buds and a volume control. She pulled on Faye’s tiny halter-neck top to cover the nipple rings and wires, and a loose hipster skirt which just showed the top of the pink leather belt, popped in the ear buds and left with Faye for their meeting with Mike and Pam at the pub.
Mike hugged and kissed Faye before sitting down at a table in a corner of the pub garden, and Pam discreetly slipped one hand up her skirt.
Becki, looking gorgeous, just purred into Mike’s ear “How did you make it fit so perfectly, you are a genius”.
Mike explained that he had measured the critical C-to-A (cunt to arse) and inter-nipple distances from her photos on the web-site, to ensure a snug fit; as Becki was listening to the loud orgy recordings he had made, she just smiled. Sitting very close to Becki he was able to demonstrate the speed control under her skirt for the vibrating bumps and the level of electric discharges that made her nipples shoot up in time to the moaning sounds in her ears. Becki was soon a complete orgasmic mess and had to stagger off behind a bush to mop up the pussy juice streaming down her legs.
When she returned flashing her pretty midriff and top of bum crack, the food and drinks had arrived, and so had Molly in a pretty sun dress. Molly was holding a small box just like the one on her belt, and pushed the pink button. Becki sank onto her seat beaming with pleasure, as Mike explained the technical workings of the remote control. The clitoral bump felt like it was pulsating in time to the music in her ears, and the back one was pushing its way into her bum-hole. With the green button Molly injected more volts into Becki’s taught nipples and forced her to another juddering climax, which Pam, Faye and Mike tried unsuccessfully to hide from the other drinkers. Faye and Pam slipped off to the ladies to relieve the itch between their legs, and Molly sucked off Mike when they were back in the car.
Mike made 5 more of the shower-head dildos, improving the design of the clitoral pulse from Faye’s evaluation, for the next Sybian Club party to be held at a private gym his brother owned. When the ladies arrived in tight lycra tops and shorts they were delighted with the continuous loud orgy video playing on the huge TV wall, and the carefully constructed dildo attachments to the rowing and cycling machines. Pam demonstrated the correct use of each machine, supported by Molly wearing her crotch less shorts and stroking her breasts. As she pulled on the rowing machine handles the seat slid forwards, her legs opened and the motorised dildo was powered into her widening cunt. With careful control of the speed, rowing machine resistance and lubrication, climaxes were easily achieved.
Becki just had on her magic thong and nipple rings, remotely controlled by Mike watching through the large windows, but she could not join in with her friends, as she had to lie down each time an orgasm coursed through her young nearly-naked lithe body.
Timmy was filming as usual throughout, and afterwards Gemma wearing her revealing green mono-kini organised a stand-up orgy of all the ladies in the shower room to try out Mike’s special shower head dildos with plenty of soap. Faye and Pam demonstrated the classic lesbian trib position, with legs interlocked and cunt rubbing cunt, while the ladies directed their gushing shower heads over them.
Gemma dragged Timmy into the shower room fully dressed and forced him to lick Molly’s bum while she climaxed on the special shower head dildo. Later they both stripped him, and after Becki had found the off switch on her thong, they all sucked him dry.
Mike came in to rapturous applause from the ladies, kissed his wife Pam and asked for permission to fuck Becki, who could hardly refuse. Molly and Gemma slid down the wall onto the shower room floor, knees pulled up, still holding internally Mike’s special shower head dildos. Reluctantly Becki pulled off the magic thong and knelt on some damp towels between their feet, resting her pretty hips on their knees. She leaned forward massaging soap into Gemma’s tits and complaining that her entire cuntal area had gone numb from the tiny vibrators. Mike stripped off and pushed into Becki’s soapy arse, while pulling her gently upwards by the breasts and tweaking her nipple rings. He didn’t last long inside Becki’s 15 year old tight virgin bum-hole, and quickly filled it. Becki slumped to the floor and Gemma hungrily licked up the spunk dribbling down her friend’s legs. Molly pulled the shower dildo out of Gemma’s dripping cunt, wiped it across Mike’s mouth to get a good taste of the tangy juice and pushed it up his arse. To Pam’s great delight his erection recovered quickly and was deep-throated by my lovely step-sister Molly.Mk2
A few weeks after testing his magic thong invention between Becki’s delicious thighs at the Sybian Club’s gym party, Mike continued to refine the design. Gemma had also tried it on, but complained in between muffled orgasms that the bulky motors in the crotch piece overheated her cunt. Mike took inspiration from the image of Becki’s tiny breasts snuggled between the lightweight nipple ring arm-bands and Pam’s stay up stockings framing her juicy cunt straddling the masturbation machine. Mike drew up the new prototype as a pair of wide metallic straps around the very top of the thighs connected to the new slimmed down clit to arse vibrator panel by several miniature flexible rotating drive shafts.
Faye brought Molly, Becki and Gemma round to Mike’s workshop to review the very realistic photo-shopped pictures of ‘mk2’ on Molly’s young body, and to try on the new design prototypes. Becki was the first out of her clothes, followed by Molly and then Gemma, who could not resist a quick snog and couldn’t really concentrate because they were busy fingering each other’s cunt. A light application of suntan oil to her pubes and the unit slid snugly up Becki’s thighs and into position. Mike turned on the new feature – a miniature web cam fitted to one leg strap and pointing straight up Becki’s pretty arse, displaying the live picture over Bluetooth onto his mobile phone. He clicked a few buttons on the phone application and Becki squirmed in pleasure as the motorized fittings probed her pussy, then arse and blasted her clit with waves of vibrations. Molly and Gemma stopped playing with each other and came over to hold Becki up as her knees buckled under the onslaught of a whole string of climaxes. They licked her tits and newly discovered erogenous zone in her elbows and sank to the floor, where Mike had thoughtfully provided an inflatable mattress. Faye joined the writhing tangle of limbs on the floor, and despite being a devout lesbian allowed Mike to suck her cunt and briefly enter her arse in thanks for the pleasure he had given her 15 year old kid-sister Becki.
Mike assessed Molly’s C-to-A (cunt to arse) distance by the simple act of pushing his thumb into her cunt and first finger into bum-hole and after licking off the juices, measured the span distance on a ruler. When he tried the same trick to measure Gemma she clamped her legs around his hand and wouldn’t let go until he had rubbed her to a climax.
True to his word he manufactured mk2 units for each of them, delivered to their houses in beautiful packaging accompanied by instructions for recharging the batteries, downloading his smart-phone control application and uploading the tiny web-cam videos to the Sybian Club site. He wasn’t sure how well the detail of Gemma’s darker skin would be picked up by the web cam, so included a tiny lamp to illuminate her pussy and was greeted by the sight of her delicious pink cunt walls being penetrated by his device on the web-site video.
Gemma, Becki and Molly ‘dressed’ in their new prototypes, electric nipple-ring arm-bands and skimpy summer dresses met up at the train station, with me Timmy, for a day out at the seaside. We found a block of 4 seats, with a table to hide the naughtiness at the quiet end of train coach, and discovered that sitting so close each smart-phone could display the other’s up-skirt web-cam views, and take over control of their vibrators. After Molly subjected Gemma to some intense anal probing and nipple-ring electrification she struggled to her feet and wobbled down the train, as much due to the continued cuntal vibrations as the train swaying. Gemma provocatively twisted around a seat pole and ‘accidentally’ lifted the back of her dress giving us all the delightful direct view of her bum and internally via the web cam onto our smart-phones. Becki gasped at the lovely combination of the tight green thigh straps and vibrators between Gemma’s silky dark thighs; having assumed their prototypes were all the same colour. So Becki and Molly sitting opposite each other both giggled and lifted their skirts to inspect each other’s colours; Becki had blue and Molly brown against their pale bikini regions. Mike had supplied a number of very rude porn videos to watch on the smart-phone, with synchronised cunt thrusting and clit vibration for a girl travelling alone, but these were ignored in favour of live control over each other’s orgasms.
Mike had included an on-screen questionnaire on the smart-phone asking us to rate the different sensations and record the number of climaxes per hour. Gemma decided the thrusting effects were stronger standing up, with a cool draft of air up her skirt, but she could only take the clitoral and nipple stimulation sitting down, as they made her go all wobbly.
Molly’s battery went flat first, making her groan in mid-climax, and admitted she had been using it most of yesterday afternoon during school sports. She had to wear a towel around her middle in the showers afterwards to avoid being discovered by the other girls, but the games mistress had become suspicious and demanded a demonstration. Having played with the controls and tried on the electric nipple rings she demanded to know where to buy one, and left happily with Mike’s phone number. The flat battery gave me the chance on the train to try out the USB charging cable from my laptop up Molly’s skirt and into the socket on her thigh. On the questionnaire I recommended Mike supply longer cables as other train passengers might be offended by such a display of Molly’s dark pubic hair framed by the pretty brown thigh straps.
At the seaside we all piled off the train leaving discrete damp patches on the 4 seats and strolled down to the sea-front intently watching the 3 web cam views as sunshine poured through their flimsy dresses. Passersby might have been surprised by 3 lovely girls wearing identical arm bands, ear buds and big grins, but just smiled back. On the beach Gemma did cartwheels to check the mechanical flexibility of the drive shafts, with Molly increasing the vibrations at the top of each rotation, when her cunt came into full view.
With the three girls lying face-down near the water on a deserted section of beach, I massaged and licked their bottoms, and then discovered a new button on the control app. The instructions stated that by listening to the heartbeat in their cunts, the clit and nipple pulses could be synchronised to occur just before or after each beat. The girls all experimented with the settings, climaxing noisily when it was neither too early nor too late but just right. With one hand still stuck between Molly’s bum cheeks and the other squeezing Gemma’s right tit, I was in no position to photograph them, but relied instead on the saved web-cam views to upload to the web site.
On the train home I sat opposite Molly who straightened out one leg between mine to push her foot into my crotch and Becki sucked me off under the cover of a beach towel.
Back in Mike’s workshop he was over the moon with the results of his prototype, particularly watching the climax web cam views of Molly licking Gemma’s arse, and prising the clit stub away to chew on her. Becki was the first to strip off and walk around the room, snogging Molly and Gemma and bending right over in front of Mike’s face. Reluctantly he loosened the thigh straps and pulled the vibrators from her numbed dripping snatch to gently fuck her arse. Gemma licked the spunk from Mike and slowly wanked him back to full size, before slipping on a durex. My step-sister Molly was the last to remove the device and offered up her sore clit to Mike’s probing tongue, and then standing up, gripped her legs around his waist, held onto to his shoulders and allowed him to fuck her properly.mk3
Becki, our fifteen year-old blonde bi-sexual woke up spread-eagled, face-down naked on her bed. She gingerly rubbed her clit and sleepily pushed a finger into her cunt and was delighted that the numbness from yesterday had worn off. Becki was humping a pillow when big sister Faye walked in and kissed all down her pretty tanned back and licked into her pale sore bottom.
“Yuck, this tastes of suntan oil and spunk, what have you been up to?”
Becki abandoned the pillow and cuddled Faye as she had since before puberty, wrapping her legs around Faye’s and humping her hip bone, whilst giving a full account of the mk2 masturbator she Molly and Gemma had enjoyed on the train and at the seaside. After Becki described the delicious sensations the mk2 made simultaneously in her nipples and clit, she swung her legs around to be fully interlocked with Faye. Faye slipped a short squishy double-ender between their moist pussy lips and pulled hard on Becki’s hands to engage it fully into their cunts. Later they showered together, climaxing again as they swapped Mike’s shower-head dildo with the pulsating water spray into their clits and g-spots.
Back in Mike’s workshop he had uploaded all the monitoring data from the 3 thigh strap computers, and was building up on-screen a three dimensional internal picture of Gemma’s cunt from the temperature and moisture readings. He could clearly observe each time she had climaxed and which programmed stimulations caused it. Mike had stored the discarded three mk2 devices in a plastic bag after the girls had left. Next morning Pam easily identified which had been worn by each girl from the taste of remaining pussy juice. Pam loved the internal heat image of Molly’s cunt and arse and super-imposed it onto close-up photos of her dark pubes and bum to create a panoramic series of composite internal/external views. Timmy had never realised from school human biology lessons how thin the wall was between Molly’s two openings and how easily deep anal penetration caused her to climax.
Timmy had managed to hold focus on the mk2 in the cart-wheeling video flashing into view each time Gemma’s cunt was above her head. Mike realised the technical need for an internal accelerometer in mk3 to determine which way up the girl is, and measure her contractions directly.
Mike received an order from Molly’s games mistress and several of her friends after watching the videos and trying the nipple-ring stimulator in its proper place and attached to their labia. Pam and Mike researched the web for dildo designs, and Pam loved the ‘strap-less strap-on’ Feeldoe. This was advertised as having a bulbous passive end that fits snugly into her cunt and the active end for probing her partner, leaving both hands free. Mike ordered a genuine model and several cheaper copies for Pam to try out with her adult friends and the girls at the next Sybian Club meeting.
Faye and Becki came over to Mike’s and he carefully watched Pam getting sandwiched by the two sisters wearing bikini tops and Feeldoes, penetrating her back and front simultaneously. After a few changes of position and dildo model they all agreed that the version with an additional bum-hole bulb provided the best fit, which stayed in place even with vigorous fucking and pussy juice oozing down their legs.
This experiment and the internal 3 dimensional data led to the design of mk3 to automatically adjust to any female pubic shape or size, instead of being custom designed for each C-to-A distance. He re-introduced a lightweight hip belt supporting the almost-rigid thigh straps where the self-guided flexible pussy and bum probes connect. The device was completely open front and back to allow plenty of cooling airflow, with all batteries, comms and control devices on the hip belt.
Molly my step-sister drooled in delight when she pulled on the mk3 prototype a week later, and I filmed her convulsing through its first probing and her rapid climaxes. Once the middle and rear probes had moulded themselves to its owner’s internal dimensions the front probe was free to roam around and massage her clit, or under command to search out other cunts, turning into a ‘strap-on’ penis.
Pam found that the front probe rotated so she could fuck Faye either face-to-face, from behind, face-to-feet or her favourite position – fully interlocked. Any hip-thrusting action was automatically magnified into the ‘penis’, for pounding the games mistress or could be reduced for fucking very young girls.
Bluetooth was much enhanced, automatically sending the up-skirt videos to anyone in a 20 metre radius, and allowing control from any PC or iPhone; he added WiFi for the Nintendo DSi console.
Mike won a Porn Industry Design Award for mk3, which included the production of an advertising video. A stretched limo from the porn video company arrived to pick him up with Gemma, Molly and Becki; the girls ‘chaperoned’ by Faye, Pam, me and Molly’s mum, and whisked us all off to Bristol for the weekend. In the limo the girls demonstrated the masturbation and fucking features to the young lesbian director, and everyone had rather too much champagne while trying to understand the script. The house in Bristol had a small swimming pool and one studio equipped as a bedroom, and another as a gym.
A pretty make-up girl arrived next morning and gave the girls a full leg-waxing, trimmed their pubes and styled their hair. She had rarely applied body make-up to 15 year olds and was very pleased with disguising the odd spot on Becki’s bum and Molly’s tummy. She experimented with the best colours for Gemma’s dark skin, and made her body glow beautifully under the strong lights.
The first scene was a side view of Gemma naked, propped up on lots of pillows gently stroking the stylus across her DSi. Her taut nipples and lovely breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. The camera panned down the bed to reveal the shiny mk3 strap across her hips, and her shaved pubes framed by the thigh straps. Her knees were together and pulled up slightly by short bondage cords from each ankle to a D-ring under the mk3. The camera moved back up the bed to focus on the DSi held between her breasts; the top screen played a porn video of Becki and Molly, while the lower interactive screen had a cut-away profile of her pelvis allowing her to thrash the cuntal and anal probes from side to side using the stylus.
Becki and Molly bounced onto the bed in tiny white panties and pulled Gemma’s legs apart to reveal the 3 metallic probes seeking out her juices. After a slow lick up the inside of each thigh, they each straddled one knee, trying to get off and controlling Gemma’s vibrators using their own smart-phones. Becki slipped behind Molly having replaced her panties by an mk3, and demonstrated its use as a strap-on dildo, until Molly’s bum hurt. Any other ideas of directing the girls were quickly abandoned and the camera man just tried to keep up with the masturbation orgy in the bedroom and fucking scenes by the poolside.
During a break in filming the director was sun-bathing by the pool, when Pam whipped off her bra, and Faye pulled down her bikini bottoms. Pam straddled her face with a well moistened pussy and Faye pinned her down by the hips, inserting a short dildo. While she couldn’t move or shout, the make-up girl chewed her nipples and then painted her breasts bright blue.
Molly’s mum checked out the exercise cycles in the gym where Mike had replaced a saddle with his own design containing two probes driven by the pedals. Mike stood behind her, supporting her boobs and giving instruction to select a penetration ‘gradient’ and cycling speed for maximum effect. Mike spurted up her back when she climaxed noisily.
After smearing most of lunch over Mike and licking it off they pulled on some clothes and trooped off to a park to practice hiding behind trees and flashing their tits at old men. They drew quite a crowd of girls as young as ten wanting to know how the mk3 worked and where to buy one.
Back at the house Molly and the make-up girl, who had very small hands, re-enacted the fisting scene that I had found on dad’s laptop back in Episode 1.
Editing the final advertising video down to only 20 minutes of pure filth including some of my photographs and film clips was not easy, but very enjoyable for Mike and Pam in their workshop.
The original purpose of the Sybian Club to loan out Molly’s mum’s expensive masturbation machine was overtaken by the mk3 that everyone could afford, but the ladies still met most months to swap stories and pussy juice.

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