New male collegue

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 Scandenavian 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 racketball 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.” Embarrased 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 awsome 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 murmered.

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 embarassed. 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.

“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, 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 murmered. 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 manouvered 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 lunged her hips forward and up, raising the pressure, pressing her
own lengthening bud against the brunette’s. The two women writhed and
squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped and
ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths,
their hands squeezing each other’s breasts, pulling each others nipples. The
red and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing bodies sought release,
their two erect love-buds straining against each other.

Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle,
“Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?”

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… oo, oo, 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.

“mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!”

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 embarrased, 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, 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, then crawled over until she was
sitting between the red-heads knees.

She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the 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 instument, 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.

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 insistantly 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.