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Rachel Learns
by Barry A. Stiffun (address withheld)
***
Janet put Rachel on the edge of the bed with her feet
pulled up beside her and had me kneel on a low
footstool so I was the right height to line me up with
her pussy. This left room for Janet to sit on Rachel in
front of me, but she wasn't ready yet. She wanted to
watch first. Janet guided me into position... (MFdom/F,
bi, spank, voy, piercing, public)
***
Chapter 1 Offense
About 1 am a car stopped in front of the house, with
music booming and loud voices. Rachel got out and
staggered into the house, obviously drunk. We were
relieved that she was home, but she was in trouble.
My wife Janet met her as she came up the stairs from
the foyer and confronted her. "You are drunk!" she
accused, "you know we don't approve of getting
inebriated and losing your judgment. Besides, you are
not of legal drinking age in this state. And we were
worried about what might have happened to you because
you didn't get home by midnight. We are in a way
substitute parents.
"I told your mother before she died that we would take
care of you while you were in college. Things have been
going fine for these first few weeks, and now THIS!"
Rachel mumbled "Sorry. I didn't know you'd be up."
"We were wondering if we should call the police,
because you hadn't given us any reason to think you
would be so late. We told you that you could come and
go as you pleased so long as you behaved yourself, no
alcohol or drugs, and were open with us about your
activities so we know you are not getting into trouble.
But you lied to us about what you were going to do this
evening. You said you were going with a girlfriend to a
program at the college that wasn't even scheduled for
tonight. We started checking the activity listings in
the paper when you didn't come home at a decent hour
and saw that it was LAST night.."
As Rachel reacted to the acquisitions, she lost her
concentration on climbing the stairs and tripped over
the top step, falling in a heap at Janet's feet. As
she struggled to regain her feet, her skirt bunched up
around her hips and it was plain to see that she was
not wearing panties. I was standing behind Janet,
quietly taking it all in as Janet seemed to be in
command of the situation.
Surprised at what she saw, Janet exclaimed, "And what
have you been doing running around with a carload of
boys with no underwear on? Have they been playing with
your body?"
Rachel sat up dazedly, and mumbled "Uhh, yeah, they
took the panties off all three of us girls and were
feeling us. I told them not to, but it started feeling
good and I didn't struggle very much."
"All of the boys?"
"Uhh, yeah. They were joking about seeing which one of
us felt wettest and all had to try it."
"Did they screw you?" Janet asked.
"No, we didn't get that far. We were all going to
Joe's house, and Synthia and Kara started talking like
they wanted to do it."
"And you didn't?" Janet asked.
"Uhhh, well, uhhh I was going along with it, but one
guy was getting sick from the drinking so they dropped
him off, and the other two guys were more interested in
Syn and Kara, so they dropped me off too."
"Well, thank heaven for that." Janet replied. "I'm
pretty sure you aren't on the pill and I doubt those
guys would take precautions."
"Uhh, no, I'm not. I didn't think just once would
hurt."
Janet was shocked "Don't they teach kids anything? Once
is plenty enough to get you pregnant. Besides, guys who
do it with just any girl who they can get may be
carrying diseases."
Janet thought for a bit, and then told her "Well, I
think you need to be punished. First, for lying about
what you were going to do this evening and causing us
worry. That deserves about 10 swats to make you think
twice about lying to us. Then 10 more for underage
drinking that could have gotten you in trouble with the
law. Then 10 more for not only drinking but getting so
sloppy drunk you lost your judgment. Ten more for
riding in a car with a drunken driver, which is very
dangerous.
"For shamelessly letting those guys who aren't even a
steady boyfriend play with you, 10 more. For agreeing
to fuck without protection, which was the most stupid
thing of all, 20 more. That's 70 all together."
I stood there amazed at what Janet was coming up with.
It didn't really seem like her to mete out punishments
like that, but I did agree that Rachel needed something
to get her attention on how stupid she had been.
"And since you lost your panties and weren't modest
about showing your body, you will be naked for your
paddling to make you think more about modesty. In fact,
I think for the next week you will not be allowed to
wear clothing while you are in this house, unless we
have company."
Wow, I thought, this isn't at all like Janet. She is
really going to get me excited with this attractive
girl running around naked.
"You will receive your spanking as 10 swats every night
for a week so that you will have a lot of time to think
about it, and so you don't get injured by too many
strokes at once."
Rachel started protesting. "No, you can't do that. You
are not my mother."
"No", Janet said, "but your mother isn't here, and she
would want someone to put some sense into you. You will
have to obey our rules or else find another place to
live. Now prepare for tonight's spanking."
Rachel just sat there on the floor, her skirt tucked
around her legs, and wept silently. I noticed that her
blouse was buttoned crookedly, like perhaps they had
played with her breasts, too, although she didn't
mention that.
Janet took her by the arm and made her stand up, which
was not easy in her drunken state. "Come on, get ready
by taking off the rest of your clothes."
Rachel slowly slipped off her shoes and unbuttoned her
blouse. She was blushing and watching me out of the
corner of her eye. "In front of Jim, too?" she asked.
"Yes" Janet replied, in front of both of us. You lied
to both of us and broke the rules both of us set."
When she couldn't dawdle any longer, Rachel slipped off
the blouse, revealing that not only were her panties
gone but her bra, too. Her nipples stood out hard and
pointy from the excitement of being exposed in this
strange situation.
"Now the skirt" Janet said.
Rachel turned, unbuttoned the side flap, and put her
fingers in the waistband. She stopped, and Janet
prompted her "Keep going."
Reluctantly she pushed the skirt down over her hips,
revealing a nicely rounded bottom. Letting the skirt
fall, she straightened up, looking away from us.
"Ok, over the back of that easy chair", Janet
commanded. Rachel bent over the chair and took hold of
the chair's arms. Janet took a small wooden cutting
board from its hook on the kitchen wall and returned.
She gave Rachel five swats on each cheek, not very
hard. Rachel jumped and wiggled after each one, but
stayed over the chair. I was getting an eyeful from my
vantage point, with the round cheeks framing an
occasional glimpse of pussy hair, but she kept her legs
together too much for me to see any more.
"Ok," Janet said. Go to bed and sleep it off. We'll do
some more tomorrow night. Remember, you can't dress
until time to go out and you must take off your clothes
when you get home after class."
Rachel got up awkwardly, giving me a glimpse of her
slit with almost hairless lips below a tuft of hair at
the top, and she went down the hallway to her room,
carrying her clothes under one arm and gently rubbing
the tender cheeks to help the sting.
Janet and I went to bed and screwed like we hadn't in
weeks, to tame the raging boner I was sporting. Janet
was extremely turned on, but didn't say anything about
the strange scene we had just witnessed.
Chapter 2 Punishment
Rachel often ate with us at breakfast and sometimes in
the evening, and talked about what was going on at
school. That next morning we were ready for breakfast,
but there was no sign of Rachel. Janet went to her door
and knocked.
A weak, "What?" came from inside.
Janet asked, "Ready for breakfast? And remember, you
can't dress until you are about to leave the house."
Rachel replied, "Oh, I was hoping that was all a bad
dream. Are you really going to punish me like that?"
Janet assured her, "we certainly are. So hurry up and
get out here."
After a trip to the bathroom, Rachel showed up at the
kitchen door and peeked in.
"Come on in" Janet ordered.
Rachel blushed from head to toe and with her hands
strategically placed, entered the room.
"Now, do you want your spanking this morning or do you
want to wait until tonight?" Janet asked.
"Well, I guess morning so I can get it over with and
get dressed," Rachel replied.
"No, that wasn't the deal" Janet reminded her. "I guess
I'd better go over it again. You weren't in any shape
to remember clearly last night.
"First, because you lied to us about where you were
going and caused us a lot of worry, you are getting ten
swats. Second, for underage drinking, you get ten.
Third, for coming home totally drunk out of your mind,
which no one should do at any age, you get ten more.
Fourth, for riding with a drunk driver, ten more.
Fifth, because you let those boys play with you, ten
more. Finally, for agreeing to unprotected sex, even
though it fortunately did not happen, 20 strokes.
That will be 10 swats every day for a week. Because you
lost your underwear you are getting the spankings
naked, and to teach you what it is like to not be
modest, you will not wear clothing in this house for a
week."
Rachel, looking very flushed, murmured "Oh, I was
afraid that was what you said. I am so hung over it
things don't seem real, and I couldn't believe it."
"Yes, that is real. Now when will you take today's
allotment?"
"Well, if I won't be getting dressed at all, then I
guess I'll take the spanking tonight because my bottom
is a little tender yet from last night. And I want to
get some food and coffee in me right now to see if I
feel any better," Rachel replied.
"Very well. Sit down and I'll bring you pancakes and
sausage. Maple or berry syrup?". We enjoyed our
leisurely breakfast, with the added attraction of
Rachel's pert breasts, with the nipples hard and
pointed all the time.
When we were through, Rachel and I cleaned up the table
and Janet took care of the pans. Rachel seemed to be
getting used to being unclothed, as she no longer tried
to hide her charms. But she did remain pink from
embarrassment and her nipples never went down. She went
back to her room and dressed for school, and quickly
left.
We saw her again that evening about 5:30. She came in,
went to her room, and shut the door. Janet went and
called through her door, "You were supposed to undress
in the foyer. I'll let this time go, but remember that.
Now come out here and undress in front of us."
"Uh, can't I just undress here and then let you see
that I did? I'm not going to do it out there." Rachel
protested.
"No, out here" Janet insisted.
"No!" Rachel argued.
"Out!" Janet ordered. "To help you remember, it will be
in front of us, and for protesting, another 10 swats."
Rachel slowly walked out to the living room. We sat
down and waited as she unbuttoned the blouse and
loosened the band of her slacks. She took off her socks
and rolled them up. She opened the blouse and we saw a
nice lacy bra. She slowly shed the blouse, then pushed
down the slacks. By now she was blushing from head to
toe. Stripping while we watched was much more
embarrassing to her than just being naked.
Rachel fingered the clasp on the bra, and Janet became
impatient. "Go ahead, take it off." Rachel undid the
clasp and slid it off. Her nipples popped out hard as
soon as released from the bra. "Now the panties" Janet
urged. Rachel turned away and slipped them down. Her
cheeks were not showing any sign of the previous
night's paddling, at least they were no redder than the
rest of her embarrassed body. She stepped out of the
panties and began gathering her clothes.
"Face us." Janet ordered. Rachel turned back to us,
clutching the garments in front of her. "No hiding."
Janet ordered. Rachel removed the clothes bundle from
in front of her pussy and tucked it under her arm. For
the first time I could see her crack clearly. The
hairless lips were fully closed on a nice smooth
"vertical smile" line with a tuft of hair at the top.
"Ok, that's better." Janet informed her. "Now you can
study out here or watch TV until supper time." Rachel
got a book from her room, came back quietly, and sat in
the easy chair with her legs tightly together. We
called her to supper shortly after, and she slipped in
to her seat. When she saw me looking at her breasts,
the nipples hardened and stood up again.
After the dishes were cleared, it was time for the
punishment to begin. "This time, instead of the chair,
let's use the sofa." Janet ordered. "Lay over the arm
with your tail in the air." Rachel wiggled into
position, and since her legs were too long to be
straight down to the floor as they had been over the
back of the chair, she was now forced to bend them and
spread them a little. This of course gave me a much
better look at her slit than I had before. I wondered
if my wife had made the change for that purpose, as it
seemed she had been going out of her way to display the
girl's body to us.
Janet got the paddle and started slowly administering
the swats, not very hard. She alternated cheeks, and
after every one made Rachel tell her why she was being
punished. Rachel reacted to the paddling by moving a
little after each swat. This movement rubbed her mound
on the arm of the couch. She also was flexing the
muscles of her buttocks to try to alleviate the sting,
which I knew would also be stimulating her sex. As the
spanking progressed, I noticed that Rachel's slit was
opening up as the outer lips got puffy. I supposed this
was a reaction to the stimulation of the rubbing and
also from the excitement of knowing how exposed she
was.
After the spanking, Rachel quickly got up and
disappeared into her room. I sat down to read, and was
pretty sure I heard moans and sighs from her room. She
had gotten turned on enough she needed to finish
herself off for relief. Janet was tending her plants
and stopped to listen when she heard it too.
When we went to bed later that evening, Janet initiated
sex. I asked her "What has gotten you so horny? You
usually only need it twice a week. Has Rachel's naked
body excited you as much as it has me?"
Janet agreed "I don't know what has come over me,
because I never had any sexual thoughts about women
before, but from the moment I saw that this young thing
wasn't wearing panties I have had the urge to see more.
It really turns me on. Not that I am any less
interested in a hard cock!" We demonstrated that
interest until we were worn out and fell asleep.
The next morning Rachel left without joining us for
breakfast but got home about the usual time in the
evening. This time she looked around to make sure we
did not have visitors, and then undressed in the foyer.
I got hard watching her little strip tease out of the
corner of my eye, but didn't stare. She took her
clothes to her room, and to my surprise came back out,
got her books, and sat down in the living room to
study. She sat in the easy chair where I could watch
her along with watching the evening news. She seemed a
lot more comfortable with nudity, or at least had
accepted it as inevitable. As she studied, she shifted
in the chair, and pretty soon I was seeing her pussy
lips. A little later, they were opening. I was a little
far away to be sure, but thought I could see her clit
hood bulging at the top of her slit.
After supper, Janet got the paddle and motioned to the
living room. Rachel went without protest, and bent over
the arm of the couch without prompting. Janet offered
me the paddle, "Do you want to take a turn at this?".
Surprised, I took it and prepared to administer the
strokes.
"No," Rachel protested, "Not Jim."
Janet firmly told her. "Yes, Jim. And for protesting,
you will get 10 more added on. This makes two days that
you have made no progress in reducing your count."
I followed Janet's example of giving mild swats and
alternating cheeks. Between strokes, Janet again had
Rachel recite her wrongdoings, which gave me time to
stand where the view was best and study the young body
before me. Like last night, her outer lips swelled up
and then her small inner lips got puffy, opening the
hole. I could clearly see the bump of her clit under
its hood, which covered it thoroughly. After each swat,
Rachel wiggled around on the arm of the couch, rubbing
her mound against it. As we progressed through the ten
swats, moisture seeped from her nether lips and her
rubbing got it on the couch.
When I finished, Janet stood and looked at the sight.
"Hmmm, I see that you have a little problem down there.
You are going to have to work on cleaning that spot off
the couch. In the meantime, why don't you turn over on
the couch and finish what seems to be starting between
your legs."
Rachel was gently rubbing her cheeks to try to take the
sting out. They were red but not bruised as I had been
fairly gentle. The mention of turning over and showing
us her slit seemed to horrify her, but after the
display earlier this evening, I wondered if she was
pretending. "Uh, do I have to?" she asked, then
declared "No, not with Jim watching."
Janet was definitely finding a side I didn't know she
had in her. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea.
And if you protest any more, I will add ten to your
count." I could think of no real justification for
making her do this, but Janet seemed to be carried away
by the situation and Rachel, despite her protestations,
did not seem to be acting overly reluctant.
Rachel got up, turned around, and lay down with her
legs together. "You really want me to do it here, in
front of you and Jim?" she asked Janet.
"Yes, it will teach you to be embarrassed about
exposing your body", Janet replied. It sounded good,
but I knew our adventures were having the opposite
effect on Rachel.
Rachel gulped, shut her eyes, and opened her legs, one
leg dangling off the side of the couch and the other
bent so that they were spread a little and her slit was
partly open, giving me my best full view of her sex so
far. She was dripping with moisture, her outer lips
were swollen, her tiny inner lips were puffy showing
the open hole between them, and her clitoris was
bulging under its hood. Slowly, Rachel started rubbing
the moisture around on her lips and clit hood. I stood
by the doorway with my boner straining against my
shorts and making a damp spot in the front of my pants.
I couldn't believe Janet was making her do this, but I
wasn't about to object to the show.
Rachel rubbed her slit with one hand, and her nipples
with the other. I longed to help her, but decided that
might not be a good idea. I watched as she became more
flushed, her breathing louder, and her pace speeded up.
A red flush came across her chest and she started
poking fingers into her hole between strokes on the
clit hood. She massaged her breasts and pinched and
gently pulled her hard nipples. After a while she
moaned, stiffened, and her abdominal muscles jerked
repeatedly as she orgasmed. She lay there panting and
the flush slowly left her chest. What a sight!
Janet declared, "There, that will do nicely. Now go get
cleaned up and come back to work on that spot on the
arm of the sofa." To me, she said, "I need to talk to
you privately."
We went into our bedroom and closed the door, and
immediately Janet attacked me. She obviously got very
turned on watching our young friend. We kissed and she
pressed her body to mine. I helped her slip off her
sweater, to discover she had nothing underneath. I
kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples as I pulled
down her slacks and by this time I wasn't surprised to
find nothing under them either. She had juices running
down the inside of her legs and the aroma of arousal
was strong. We repeated our performance of last night
and finally laid there spent.
Chapter 3 Sensitivity
The next night after supper, Rachel went into the
living room and bent over the couch without prompting.
Janet got the paddle and started administering the
swats. Again Rachel got wet and ground her mound into
the arm of the sofa, but this time had placed a towel
there so she would not make a wet spot. When the
spanking was over, she got up, sat on the couch, and
asked Janet "Shall I do it again?"
Wow, I thought, she didn't have to volunteer. She must
find it exciting. Janet nodded and Rachel started to
repeat the performance of the previous night. But she
didn't seem to be quite as turned on this time. After
quite a bit of rubbing, she still hadn't climaxed and
slowed her rubbing.
Janet asked her what was wrong. "Oh, nothing" Rachel
said, "I don't usually orgasm when I play with myself
even though it feels good. There just isn't enough
sensation unless I'm really, really horny. Even with
you both watching, I don't feel excited enough to come
three nights in a row."
"At your age?" Janet looked closer at Rachel's parts.
"Well, I see one problem. Your clit hood completely
covers the clit so it doesn't get direct stimulation."
"Really?" Rachel asked. "You mean it is supposed to
stick out?".
"Yes," Janet replied, "most women have a hood loose
enough that the clit pokes out when we get excited, and
that allows for more stimulation. Although when we get
really close it often withdraws so it doesn't get too
much, because it is really sensitive then."
Rachel pondered, "I wonder why mine is different, and
what could I do about it?" Janet said she would do some
research on the subject, and let Rachel go to do her
homework.
For the rest of the week the routine was about the
same. Every night after the spanking, Janet had Rachel
play with herself, and she came only one other night.
Janet and I had the best sex all week that we could
remember since the honeymoon.
At the end of the week, during supper, Janet explained
to Rachel that she had been doing some reading on the
web and found some discussion of Rachel's hood problem.
Some surgeons did operations to loosen or shorten the
hood to provide better access for clitoral stimulation.
"That would be expensive, wouldn't it?" Rachel asked.
"Well, yes, the surgeon's fee would be more than your
semester tuition, and since no one in this city
advertises the service it would mean a trip and
probably a few days stay so that you were healed before
the return travel."
"I'll have to let the idea go for a while, then."
Rachel replied, "I don't have the time or money".
Janet continued, "There was some other information that
I'll tell you about, as well. A long time ago a Doctor
Rathmann came up with a device to help with the
surgery. He made a clamp with part that fit under the
hood and part outside so it squeezed the hood tissue
until it thinned and the blood was out of it, and then
it was easy to cut without a lot of problems." I
imagine that you could do something like that yourself
if your pain tolerance was fairly high."
"Ooooh, that sounds scary" Rachel exclaimed. "But I'd
like to read more about it to understand it better."
"I bookmarked some links on our computer in the den, so
you can read all about it" Janet told her. "Why don't
you go do that now while we clean up the dishes. You
can get your spanking afterward. And this is the last
one, tonight, so you can finally start wearing your
clothes again tomorrow."
Rachel disappeared to do her reading, and we cleaned
up, then read the newspaper. When Rachel returned, she
seemed to be somewhat stimulated, as the nipples which
had stopped hardening every time I looked at them were
again firm, and there was moisture between her legs.
"I read that article and looked at the pictures. I
think that is what I need" she said. "But we don't have
the clamp or a surgeon, so what good does it do to
know?"
Janet replied, "Well, I think it would work if we
sterilized a pair of Jim's small wire cutters and you
held them on the hood as tight as you could stand for a
while. That would be a little like the doctor's clamp."
"Oh, my goodness!" Rachel exclaimed. "I don't know if I
could do that." As she talked, she went to the couch
and assumed the bent-over position. Janet had gotten
the paddle during the conversation, and they made quick
work of the last set of swats. Rachel didn't wiggle and
rub much during this session.
Afterward, Janet said "Let's get a better look at you.
Sit on the table, lean back on your hands, and put your
feet up on the table beside you." Rachel did as she was
told, and Janet knelt in front of her. "Pull the hood
back as much as you can" she directed. Rachel reached
with one hand, putting a finger on each side of her
clitoris, and pulled back. The bulge underneath was
quite solid, but the pink tip was scarcely visible
through the opening. "What do you think, Jim?" Janet
asked.
"Well, I think this calls for a lot of study" I
replied.
"Oh, come on, you've seen a cunt before" Janet said,
"Don't be thinking up excuses to spend a lot of time
looking at her."
"Well they are all different and I haven't run into
this problem before" I said, then in a joking tone,
"I'll probably have to look every day for a month to
figure it out."
"Oh, come on, what do you thing right now?" Janet
demanded.
I peered closely at the object of our study, and asked
"Is it ok if I feel it to see how tight the hood is?"
Rachel blushed and murmured, "Well, if it will help."
I replaced her fingers with my own and pulled back on
the hood. The clit inside seemed rock hard and pulsed
slightly, but none of it was visible.
Rachel gave a low moan. I readjusted my position and
tried again. This time I saw a tiny fraction of pink
clitoris exposed. "Well," I said, "the clit seems to be
large but that hood is quite long and tight so it can't
get exposed."
I ran my finger through some of the secretions that
were about to drip onto the table, then pulled back
again firmly on the hood and rubbed the little tip that
was exposed. Rachel jumped and gave a much louder moan.
"And the clit itself seems to be quite sensitive", I
stated the obvious. "I think if we could just get it to
expose more she would find it much more pleasurable."
Chapter 4 Pumping
I wondered, "What about suction? Could we pull the
clit out a little bit with a vacuum?"
"I don't know" said Janet, "but it may be worth a try."
I went off to the shop and came back a few minutes
later with a rubber bulb attached to a piece of plastic
hose that I had carefully smoothed. While I was gone,
Janet had apparently been examining Rachel some more,
and as I re-entered the room Rachel was breathing more
heavily with Janet's fingers dancing over Rachel's
exposed parts. Janet stopped, and after giving Rachel
time to recover a bit, I lubed up the tube, squeezed
the bulb, and fitted the tube to the small opening in
Rachel's clit hood. Releasing the bulb pulled some of
the hood flesh into the tube, but did not get the main
target.
With Janet's help in pulling back the hood, I tried
again and this time captured the end of Rachel's
clitoris. It was pulled a quarter inch into the tube
and Rachel jerked, squeaking, "Oh, that was intense!"
I left the suction on for a while, until the normally
pink clit started turning a light purple. I squeezed
the bulb again and released the vacuum, letting the
tube slip off her clit. "We don't want to bruise it by
leaving the suction on too long" I said "but I think
regular vacuum exercises might help."
Rachel said, "And even if it doesn't get it to stay
exposed, it sure feels good while it lasts." After a
few minutes for circulation in the clit to return to
normal, we reapplied the tube. By gently pulling on the
tube in a rhythm, I built up Rachel's excitement and
on the third pumping session that evening she climaxed
forcefully.
We started regular evening sessions with Rachel. She
could now be normally dressed because her punishment
was over, but each evening she would undress for us and
we would put the suction tube on her clit for several
sessions of a few minutes each, with time for it to
regain its normal color in between. She would rub the
hood and her inner lips. Janet or I would sometimes
fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples, which seemed
to help her climax. She seemed to have become very
comfortable with us helping and watching her climax,
and enjoyed these sessions immensely, as did Janet and
I.
Every week, we had her try without the tube, but it
seemed that while the treatments were enjoyable they
were not having a rapid effect on the exposure or
sensitivity of the clitoris. She rubbed and played but
we did not see much of the pink clit and she did not
climax often by herself.
Chapter 5 Under the Hood
I thought about ways of stimulating Rachel's clit and
came up with the idea of inserting things under the
hood that would transfer pressure to it as she moved.
I crafted a little plastic piece with carefully
polished edges that looked like a miniature shoehorn.
That night we lubed it up and started to slide it under
her hood to rest on top of the clit. She couldn't take
the sensation of it being inserted all at once. She
lay down and wiggled it and pushed it in a little at a
time, reaching an orgasm before she got it halfway in.
Janet and I sat there and marveled at the sight of this
lovely girl in her ecstasy.
After the orgasm, of course the clit was too sensitive
to even think of moving the shoehorn for a while. We
entertained ourselves by playing with Rachel's nipples
and occasionally rubbed around the area below the clit.
After while she was excited again and pushed the
miniature shoehorn in a little further. With continued
play, she got it in as far as it could go and kept
wiggling it until she climaxed again.
Janet was jealous of her hood, saying "I wish I could
do that. I don't have enough of a hood to put anything
under."
Rachel got adept at inserting the little shoehorn under
her clit hood, and would sometimes put it in and walk
around the house with it. The walking jiggled it and
stimulated her clit nicely. We got her to wear it most
of the time around the house, and sometimes she
climaxed just from the action of sitting down to
dinner. Janet would put her hand between her legs and
rub while watching Rachel writhe in her chair.
We tried hanging an earring on the miniature shoehorn
to add to the jiggling, and to our delight it would
stay there because the weight was small enough to not
pull the shoehorn past the tightness of the hood.
Rachel seemed to enjoy the added decoration.
Chapter 6 Splitting
Rachel enjoyed playing with objects under the clit
hood, but really wanted to know what it would be like
with more clit exposed to external stimulation. We
kept up the pumping sessions and watched for progress.
"Well" I remarked one night, "this isn't doing what we
hoped, at least right away. Maybe eventually, but not
fast enough to see progress. What do you think now
about the other option?"
"You mean the clamping method?" she asked.
"Yes. Could you deal with it?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I would have to be in control of
how fast we went, how hard it was squeezed."
"That makes sense" I said. "I'll prepare the tool and,
Janet, you get her washed up to minimize germs that
could cause an infection." I went to the shop and got
the fairly new, shiny wire cutters. Taking them to the
bathroom, I washed them with soap, then rinsed them in
bleach. I warmed and dried them over the kitchen stove
but was careful not to get them so hot as to hurt the
temper of the metal, and finished by cooling them with
alcohol. Meantime, Janet and Rachel had done a
thorough soap and water job on her genitals. I figured
Janet would enjoy being more thorough than necessary.
Rachel sat on the bathroom counter and pulled her feet
up. She was completely opened. I handed her the tool
and guided her hand. Janet held a mirror and with her
hand in a rubber glove pulled the skin of the hood away
from Rachel's body to create a small opening for the
tool. Carefully fitting the pointed jaws to take a
small nip in the edge of the hood, I told Rachel "Ok,
squeeze down very carefully and find out how much you
can stand."
She closed the cutters until she felt a small nip.
"Ooooh! That hurts."
"Just leave it there and don't squeeze any tighter for
a while."
After a couple minutes, she said "I don't feel such a
sharp pain now, but it kinda stings. Maybe even a good
sting."
"Yes," I said. "Two things happen. First, your body
makes endorphins that reduce the response of your brain
to pain, and secondly, the tissue itself starts to
numb. Keep on with whatever you feel like you can
take."
She squeezed a little harder and flinched. "Rub me to
make it feel better" she asked.
"Well, we don't want to ruin our clean-up job, but
maybe if we avoid the immediate area ..." I said. Janet
and I each started rubbing a finger around the inner
lips below the clit, and occasionally poked inside her
hole. Rachel squirmed and sighed, but kept holding the
cutters to her tender skin.
After while she started gently squeezing in time to our
rubbing, sending bursts of mild pain and excitement up
her nervous system to add to the stimulation we were
giving her. "Inside!" she gasped. The flush on her
chest told me she was close. I pushed my finger deeper
into her and rubbed her g-spot as she came with heaving
breaths. During all of it she held the cutters in her
grip, arm firmly against her hip so she wouldn't jerk
it, and squeezed hard.
After several minutes, she had regained her composure
and said "It doesn't seem to hurt now, and I'm
squeezing pretty hard."
"Ok, keep at it until you can squeeze as hard as your
fingers are able." I looked and saw that the cutters
were completely closed.
"I'm there. It won't go any tighter." With that, I
gently pulled her hand and the closed cutters slipped
away, leaving a nick, a tiny indentation that had been
cut in the edge of her clit hood. There was a very
slight stain of blood, but not enough to drip or run.
"Great going!" I congratulated her. "We'll let this
heal up for a couple days and then find out if it helps
in exposing your clit to stimulation. In the meantime,
I'll print out some aftercare instructions from a
piercing site that would be good for you to use."
Two days later, Rachel's hood seemed to be well healed,
with just a tiny nick at the edge. We had her perch on
the counter for us and we marveled at how fast and well
it had healed. But pulling back the hood only showed a
tiny fraction of an inch of the clit more than it had a
few days before.
"I think we have demonstrated that the method works" I
said, "but we were being cautious and didn't take a
very big bite. If you think you can do it again, we
should cut deeper."
Rachel pondered, and said "well, it was pretty intense,
but with your help keeping me distracted, it was
something I could handle again."
We went through the preparations again, and this time I
guided Rachel to take a bite a quarter of an inch deep
into the hood. As before, she flinched at first, but as
the pain turned from a sharp one to more of an itch as
the tissue numbed, she became excited again. "Rub me!
Finger me! Push in the hole!" she cried.
I pushed my finger deep into her, noting that there
seemed to be a tighter area where her hymen was but
that it had been partially torn so it was not an
obstacle. I rubbed her labia and plunged my finger,
then two fingers into the hole. There wasn't much room
for Janet to help, and she stood beside me with her
hand in her pants rubbing away as she watched the scene
before her. As Rachel came, I hooked my fingers and
pressed her g-spot. She came and came, and as she
writhed around on the counter the cutters pulled away
leaving the hood sliced open a quarter inch just as we
were aiming for.
Janet was leaning against the wall recovering from her
own orgasm. "My goodness" she said. "Maybe I should try
that device."
"Well," I replied, you don't have a tight hood to deal
with, or actually very much of a hood at all, so your
opportunity isn't there."
"Oh" she replied, but I'll bet it would work the same
way on the inner labia."
"Do you want your labia to get sliced?" I asked. "Maybe
just a little bit to see what it is like" she replied.
"Ok, then tomorrow night we'll work on you."
Chapter 7 Janet's turn
The next night, Rachel was tender but seemed to be on
the road to recovery. Janet decided that she was ready
to take her turn with the new technique. We went
through all the cleanup again and this time Janet
hopped onto the counter and parted her slit.
"My goodness!" Rachel commented as she stared at
Janet's sex. "We don't look much alike, do we?". It was
true. Janet had very little clit hood, and her clit
stuck out about a half inch when it was erect as it was
now. But her inner labia were long and loose whereas
Rachel had, below her long tight hood, very small labia
that hardly were enough to grab on to. I experimented,
but could not find enough clit hood on Janet to put the
cutters on.
I inspected her labia, and selected an spot where she
would not be cutting any visible blood vessels. I
fitted the cutters to take a tiny bite and let her
fingers take over. She squeezed and flinched. "Not too
fast" Rachel advised. "I found that I had to start
really slow but could tighten up more as time went by."
I started rubbing Janet's labia and around the hole. I
grabbed Rachel's hand and guided it beside mine. I
didn't know what she thought of handling another
woman's sex organs but soon she was keeping time with
my hand. When Janet was moaning pretty well, Rachel was
the one who started inserting fingers. She quickly
went from one to two to three fingers as Janet's well-
used opening easily stretched. "Feel the rough area
just above the entrance" I directed her. "That's the g-
spot". She started rubbing that area with two fingers
and Janet started bucking on the counter. I could see
her hand clenching as she squeezed the cutters during
her climax. Soon the hand pulled the cutters free and
there was a nick in Janet's right labia.
When she recovered, she exclaimed "That was about as
intense as any climax I've ever had, no offense Jim."
"Hmmm," I pondered, "if you like that, we'll have to
come up with a plan so we get the most out of the
material you have to work with. You don't want to do it
so much that you run out of labia!"
"I suppose we could save it for special occasions, but
maybe there is a milder way to get the excitement that
won't permanently modify the labia?"
"Well," I said, we'll have to experiment."
Chapter 8 Rachel's Progress
When Rachel healed up from her quarter inch hood
splitting, we had her sit on the counter again and show
us what it looked like with the hood pulled back. It
was not enough to expose the whole clitoral glans, but
now some of the tip actually stuck out like a new pink
lipstick just emerging from its tube. We could see that
Rachel had a very large clit under that cover.
"Hey, that looks nice" I said. "I think that was a good
idea. How sensitive is it now?"
Rachel dipped her finger in the juices seeping from her
hole and started rubbing. She rubbed along the side and
then across the tip. She jumped at the feeling. "Oooh,
that is pretty intense. I need just a little of that
along with the feeling that I used to get by rubbing
the outside." She continued rubbing and the flush began
to creep across her chest.
I boldly started fondling her nipples and Janet pushed
a finger into her. All three of us worked in a rhythm
as she built up to a climax. Rachel rubbed the newly
exposed clit very gently as she got close, and then as
she climaxed, she went back to rubbing the side of the
hood to sustain the feeling. The climax started to
wane, and Rachel very briefly rubbed the tip of the
clit again. This quickly brought her back to full
pleasure, and she rode the wave for an incredibly long
time.
The next time Rachel started to relax, Janet found
Rachel's g-spot and rubbed it firmly. Suddenly a clear
liquid gushed from Rachel's vagina, drenching Janet's
hand. "What was that?" Janet asked, amazed.
"That was a female ejaculation" I said. Not all women
have the glandular development to generate all that
juice, and even the ones who do don't always squirt.
Our friend Rachel is a lucky gal to be able to enjoy
all these experiences."
Rachel was listening and watching dazedly, breath
heaving. I wondered if she was too wiped out to
continue. "Had enough?" I asked.
"No, No, this .. is so wonderful, better than .. I've
ever had before" she panted. "Keep me going!". After
several more minutes of almost continuous orgasm, she
seemed to have played out the novelty of rubbing the
tip of her clit for tonight, and was trying other ways
to rub herself. I grabbed my suction bulb and tube out
of the drawer and put it on the exposed tip of her
clit. As I released the bulb the suction drew her clit
out a little more than we had seen before. The
sensation caused Rachel to peak again, and I gently
pulled on the tube in time to her motions. This kept
her going for another minute or two. As she calmed
down, I released the suction and she rubbed her
slightly swollen clit, causing another round of
contractions.
Finally she said "I .. don't think .. I can take .. any
more. Let me .. rest." I checked my watch and she had
been in almost continuous orgasm for eleven and a half
minutes. "That's the best it has ever felt! And for the
longest time!" she exclaimed as we helped her down from
the counter and led her to her bed.
Chapter 9 Bolder Adventures
Our activity with Rachel had started out as punishment,
with a little voyeurism thrown in, then helping her
with her low sensitivity, and had become unabashed sex
play. We continued to have pumping and rubbing sessions
with her. One night she suggested that we pump Janet's
clit.
"What?" Janet asked, "don't you think it is big
enough?"
"Well, you see how good it makes me feel. Why don't you
try it."
Janet agreed and undressed. She lay down on the bed and
opened her legs. I started rubbing her labia while
Rachel played with her nipples. Before long Janet was
getting turned on and wiggling under our ministrations.
I took the suction device and let it pull Janet's clit
into the tube. Janet arched her back to raise her hips
off the bed and gasped "My, that ... was .. intense."
I started tugging gently at the tube so that Janet and
I got into a rhythm. Suddenly the squeeze bulb made a
hissing sound and a crack opened up. "Oops, the rubber
is old and it looks broken." I told her.
"Well, I need it. It had me really going. What are we
going to do?" she asked. Without comment, Rachel
suddenly moved down from fondling Janet's breasts and
nipples and began sucking and licking Janet's clit. I
was surprised but had no objection to seeing these two
sexy women go at it with my help.
Janet started to sound like she was close to climax,
and I reached under Rachel to push my fingers into
Janet's hole. I rubbed around the opening and this put
her over the edge. As she spasmed on my fingers, I
pushed further in and rubbed the g-spot in time to her
contractions. Rachel had backed off a little, knowing
that Janet's clit would be too sensitive for a few
moments to take direct stimulation. As Janet came down,
Rachel renewed her attach and kept Janet going. Rachel
and I worked on her until she finally relaxed, spent,
and drifted off to sleep.
Rachel and I were horny from watching Janet's orgasm. I
motioned to her to undress, and she lay naked beside
Janet. I started rubbing and Rachel worked her clit
hood back. I saw that all the exercise had stretched
the hood opening a little more, and I could see more
clit than previously. I put my fingers beside hers and
pushed harder. Suddenly the hood slid back a little
more and the whole clit popped into view, with the
opening of the hood tight around the top of the
clitoral shaft. This must have felt intense to Rachel,
because despite having little preliminary stimulation,
she immediately went into spasms.
I blew on the newly exposed clit and she bucked harder.
She wet her finger in her juices and gave the tiniest
touch to the tip of the clit. She ran her finger all
around the hood without touching the clit itself. She
went back to the tip of the clit. She kept spasming and
bucking. I pushed my fingers inside and pushed the g-
spot. Rachel bucked harder and flooded my hand with a
wave of her secretions that left a huge wet spot on the
bed. Still she kept rubbing, now running a wet finger
over the entire exposed clit for the first time. Tears
were streaming down her cheeks, her breath was ragged,
and she was sweating like she was in a sauna.
"Lick it!" she cried. In all the fondling and rubbing
we had done over the weeks, I had never touched her
with my mouth. But now she seemed to need it and I was
extremely turned on by the thought. I gently tongued
the clit, ran my tongue around it in circles, and ran
my tongue up and down its length. All the while Rachel
writhed, moaned, and panted as the spasms continued
around my fingers in her hole. Janet stirred, saw what
we were doing, and pushed me aside to do the licking
herself.
I had never exposed myself to Rachel in all our play.
We always did her, sometimes did Janet, and then Janet
and I went to bed to fuck. Now we were all in my bed
and I needed some action myself. I undressed while
Janet continued licking and started sucking on that
wonderful clit. I got behind Janet and entered her cunt
from behind, which was one of my favorite positions
anyway. I fucked as Janet sucked on Rachel. Janet had
another small climax as I quickly went off and shot
into her, with Rachel all the time in one continuous
orgasm.
I collapsed on the bed, Janet collapsed, and Rachel
started calming down. We pulled a sheet over us and all
slept.
Chapter 10 Wake up
In the morning I was awakened by someone pulling the
cover off me. I didn't stir, but peeked out of lowered
lids to see Rachel examining me. "Interesting?" I
murmured.
Rachel jumped. "Oh, I wanted to look you over. I've
never seen one up close.
"Go ahead, after all we've done together, you deserve a
good look."
She gently touched it and the attention made it start
to expand. It pulsed and jerked with my heartbeat as it
began to stiffen. "Wow, that's incredible!" Rachel
exclaimed.
Janet heard her and opened her eyes. "Quite a sight. I
don't often take time to watch it grow." Janet said.
"Or maybe it is that I always find it hard already and
rarely get the chance to see it happen."
Gently, Rachel took the rising organ in her hand and
felt it. That felt wonderful to me. I grabbed her wrist
and showed her how to stroke it. It was now fully erect
and the uncircumcised skin was pulled back from the
head. "Mmmm, just keep that up for a minute" I said.
Janet nestled her head on my stomach and watched from
that close vantage point.
Rachel kept stroking, and now a drop of juice appeared
at the tip. "Is that the sperm?" she asked.
"No, it is mostly lubricating fluids, that some people
call pre-cum, but it might have a few sperm in it if I
hadn't had a vasectomy. Most of the sperm, if I had
them, would be in the main ejaculation of semen later."
"When would that be?" Rachel asked.
"Well at the rate we're going it will probably be in a
couple minutes." I replied. "But maybe we shouldn't
rush. I want to feel good for as long as possible."
Janet chuckled "That may not be very long, sweetie."
Rachel said "I want to see it."
Janet reached her tongue out and licked the tip. "I do
too. Lets make him cum on his stomach for us to watch."
She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her
tongue around it. That was pushing me to the limit and
I groaned.
"Can I try that?" Rachel asked.
"Ok" Janet replied and moved back.
Rachel licked over the head and remarked "The juices
taste salty, and with some other flavor I don't
recognize."
Janet told her "I like the taste and always have
trouble deciding whether to take his load in my mouth,
to watch it, or to take it in my pussy. Sometimes we do
one and sometimes another."
I told her "I like having a mouth work on me, but in
the end, it feels better to me in a pussy. I let Janet
try the other ways for variety."
The girls had been working on me, with Janet gently
sliding the skin back and forth on my shaft while
Rachel licked and sucked. I had one hand on Janet's
breast and two fingers of the other in Rachel's hole. I
could feel myself about to shoot and told her "uh, here
... it ... comes" as the spasms started.
Rachel let go and the jets shot out to land on my
stomach. Rachel gasped "It just keeps on squirting!" as
I shot spurts of semen. Finally I was drained and my
cock lost some of its rigor. It hung there pulsating up
and down slightly with my rapid heartbeat.
"Now we can clean him up" Janet said.
Both tongues went to work on me, but I had to restrain
them. "The head is too sensitive right now". Instead,
Janet tasted the pool on my stomach, swirled her tongue
in it, and then kissed Rachel's open mouth. They shared
my gift and then parted. Rachel copied Janet's actions,
tasting the puddle, and sucking up some of it on her
tongue, then going over to Janet to share the sample.
Rachel said "It is not quite as salty as the pre-cum
but that other flavor is stronger. I could get to like
this."
Rachel rubbed a finger in the puddle, and then asked
"And this stuff can't make me pregnant?"
"No" Janet replied, he had a vasectomy, or else I would
be pregnant all the time."
Rachel took the slick, dripping finger and rubbed it on
her clit and around her opening. "It is so slick, it
feels great."
After they played around for a while, Janet got a wash
cloth and cleaned my stomach. "I'll bet his cock isn't
so sensitive now." she said. Rachel sucked my semi-soft
cock into her mouth and tongued me thoroughly.
I hardened again and moved my hips slightly. "How much
can you take in your mouth?" I asked. Rachel sucked a
little more of me into her mouth which felt really
nice. Rachel decided that she really liked the head in
her mouth be wasn't interested in seeing how far she
could take it. Maybe later, I thought.
I wasn't going to climax again for a while. I let her
clean me and practice her technique, and then said.
"That's about it for now. It needs to recover."
Janet pointed out that it was still hard, whether or
not I had any more ammunition, and she didn't want to
waste that. She straddled me and lowered herself onto
the boner. "Rachel, get in front of me." Rachel
straddled my chest and slid up until I could tongue her
pussy. Janet reached around and fondled Rachel's
breasts and tweaked her nipples. I licked up and down
beside her clit, around the hole, and back to the clit
itself. Rachel was already wet with excitement and my
ministrations soon had her moving her hips and panting.
Meanwhile Janet was getting pretty excited behind her,
going up and down on me.
I arched my neck enough to suck Rachel's clitoris into
my mouth and she went wild. Her orgasm hit and she
bucked too much for me to stay on her clit. Her
excitement transferred itself to Janet, who also came,
spasming on my cock. As Rachel started to calm down, I
increased my attack on her clit with my tongue and kept
her riding the orgasm for a long time. Finally, she
stopped moving and just sat on my chest barely in reach
of my tongue as I slowly licked around her opening and
her clit, giving her little aftershocks of pleasure.
Chapter 11 Two can Pump
I obtained a new rubber bulb so that we could continue
our pumping sessions, and while I was at it I found a
tee fitting so that I could attach two tubes to the
bulb. The next night I got the women into the bedroom
and undressed, and had them sit facing each other,
leaning back on pillows, with legs intertwined so that
their pussies were not far apart.
I took the double tube and the women fitted one end to
each clit. When I released the bulb, both were pulled
into their tubes. I gave the bulb to Janet and she
started gently squeezing and releasing the bulb so that
their clits pulsated with the changing vacuum.
Rachel said playfully, "Hey, we could have a tug of
war!" She started scooting backward on the bed to pull
the tube tight between them. Janet dug in her heels
and inched back. The two clits were stretched away
from their bodies and Rachel quickly found that her
young body was more tender than Janet's. She had to
slide forward to ease the pull and quickly conceded
defeat.
They settled back into position against their pillows
and started building their pleasure. Rachel took hold
of Janet's tube and started pulling it gently in time
to the rhythm set by Janet's squeezing on the rubber
bulb. Janet likewise moved Rachel's tube. Their
excitement built and I saw the familiar flush start
across Rachel's chest. I bent over and started sucking
one of her nipples while massaging the other breast. I
switched back and forth between her breasts for a
while, and then worked on Janet's nipples in the same
way.
I went back to Rachel and this time when I sucked she
started to orgasm. She let it sweep over her with
abandon, making lots of noise. When she seemed to be
at her peak, I went back to Janet and sucked hard on a
nipple while inserting two fingers in her wet pussy.
She was keeping up the rhythm on the vacuum as she
worked toward her climax, and this would not let Rachel
rest since both tubes were still connected. Rachel was
sweating profusely and moaning as the sensations of the
pulsing vacuum kept working on her clit.
Soon the combination of pulsations on Janet's clit,
sucking on her nipple, and the fingers rubbing around
her hole sent her into a climax as well. I kept
fingering her until she calmed down. Finally she gave
a hard squeeze on the rubber bulb to release all the
vacuum and the tubes fell off both women's clits.
Rachel gently rubbed around but not on her clit to keep
the aftershocks going. Janet lay down and I got between
her legs and licked her sensitive clit as much as she
could stand. She got into another peak and clamped her
legs around my head, pulling me tight to her pussy, and
I sucked her clit hard, tonguing it in time to her
contractions.
Janet rolled over and pulled up her legs toward her
chest, offering me one of my favorite positions. I got
behind her spoon style and entered her pussy. It
didn't take me long to pump my way to my own climax.
Rachel lay on the bed watching me go in and out of
Janet, gently rubbing herself, but was too spent to
climax again so soon.
Chapter 12
After that, Rachel always slept with Janet and me. We
tried various positions and combinations, but favored
the one with them "riding double" like that first
morning with Janet sitting on my cock and Rachel on my
mouth.
I came home late one evening to find the girls in bed
in a sixty-nine position, which I watched for a while
before joining them. After that, I felt that Janet
wouldn't mind, so Rachel and I would play when Janet
happened to be away. Rachel liked to make me squirt
while she watched, much more so than Janet. I didn't
mind at all if she wanted to stroke me with her hand
while I rubbed my fingers in her hole.
One night, Janet said, "You know, for all our playing
around, Rachel, Jim has never fucked you. Don't you
think it is time?". Rachel replied, "Well, I've thought
about it for a long time, but I figured that was the
ultimate intimacy and it belonged to you, his wife."
Janet replied, "You have become so much a partner in
this affair that I think you should have that, too. And
I want to watch."
"Well, I said, how should we position ourselves so we
can all enjoy it?"
Janet put Rachel on the edge of the bed with her feet
pulled up beside her and had me kneel on a low
footstool so I was the right height to line me up with
her pussy. This left room for Janet to sit on Rachel in
front of me, but she wasn't ready yet. She wanted to
watch first. Janet guided me into position and said,
"Slowly, now. She isn't used to you."
Rachel was dripping wet with anticipation, and I had no
trouble sliding into her entrance, but it got very
tight after that. I remembered when I had put my
fingers in her I felt the remains of a hymen as a
constriction a little way inside. I pushed gently, in
and out, running into the obstruction a little harder
each time. Rachel grunted with each impact, and started
pushing back. Before long, I stretched her enough to
slide past the restriction, into her long tight tunnel.
She was so tight I could hardly move. I rested in that
position until she relaxed and felt more comfortable
with it.
I started to stroke gently and Rachel moved in time to
my motion. Janet watched for a while and said "That
looks so sexy. It makes me want it too, but sharing and
watching is a wonderful new experience."
Janet put two fingers around my slick shaft and felt me
going in and out of Rachel. She rubbed the slick
fingers on Rachel's clit hood and pulled back the hood
until the clit popped out. This meant my pubic hair was
tickling Rachel's clit on each stroke, and it drove her
wild. She started bucking faster.
Janet said "We don't want to let this get over too
soon" and pulled the hood back down over the clitoris.
"And I want some action, too." She straddled Rachel's
head and lowered herself until Rachel could lick her
clit. I couldn't reach Janet's pussy from my position
but held onto her hips to keep us in sync and slid one
hand up to fondle her breasts. We all moved in time for
a while, until Rachel started panting and bucking so
fiercely we couldn't hold her back any longer. She
climaxed with a loud moan and grabbed Janet's clit with
her fingers. Pulling as she bucked and writhed, Rachel
brought Janet off and the sights and sounds along with
the wonderful tightness of Rachel's pussy brought me
off, too. When we calmed down, I checked and Rachel had
not bled from the penetration; the hymen was already
too far gone. I meant to ask her some time how that had
happened.
Chapter 13 Rachel's story
The next day I asked Rachel how she had broken her
hymen. She giggled, and said "Like most girls,
probably. I was playing a little too hard. I had
discovered that it felt good to rub around down there.
Well, actually, one of my friends told me that it felt
good for her and showed me how she rubbed herself. I
copied her and decided she was right. We never did much
touching of each other. Certainly never with out
mouths, because that just seemed too strange back then.
And I don't think either one of us climaxed when we
were playing with ourselves together."
"Then I discovered it felt good to put a finger just
inside and rub there. If a small finger felt good,
maybe something bigger felt better. I found this thin
cologne bottle that seemed to work, and used it for
several weeks of fun. I still had never had an orgasm.
One day when I was getting really excited I pushed
harder, something popped, and the bottle went in a lot
farther than ever before. I was scared, but so excited
that I came. It was my first real orgasm and the most
amazing thing I had ever felt. I came for quite a while
before I calmed down and checked what had happened.
I was scared by the blood, but even more scared to tell
my mother what I had done, so I waited to see if I
would get sick. When I didn't, I decided that it must
be ok and kept using that bottle. I still have it, as a
matter of fact, but it doesn't seem big enough any
more. I tried other things, but nothing seemed to give
me reliable orgasms. So I've always been curious about
what else could be done to make the feelings stronger.
My experiences with you two have been an amazing new
world."
"I was afraid of the spankings and resented it at
first, but before we were done with them I realized
that I had been reckless and needed to rethink about
what I had done. I almost made the mistake of having
sex with a guy who didn't care at all about me, hardly
knew my name. You made me realize what a mistake that
would have been. You have been very kind and loving
with me. The sexual things that came out of the
spanking were great, and would never have happened if I
hadn't been spanked. So I got two kinds of lesson out
of it and I appreciate both."
Chapter 14 Out to Dinner
One evening before dinner we were playing around, and
Rachel remarked that with her clit hood opened the
little bit by our home operation she was able to get
much more stimulation, but that if she pulled the hood
back so the clit popped out and left it that way, it
almost cut off circulation and made the clit swell too
much. "Maybe we should cut deeper into the hood to make
it looser" she said.
I replied "That might not be a good idea. You are
enjoying it so much the way it is, I'd hate to spoil
it. Maybe someday you will wear out the sensitivity of
the tip of your clit and need to expose more of it, but
it is working very well right now."
"Well, what else could I do to try something different,
then?" she asked.
"How about trying to put things under the clit hood, so
the extra stimulation is temporary, and it doesn't
stick out to rub on your clothes when you aren't
playing with it?" I suggested. "Janet's big clit is
unprotected and isn't as sensitive after rubbing on her
clothing all the time, although she certainly has
gotten a lot of pleasure out of that rubbing over the
years.
I went looking around and brought back a piece of thick
nylon string that was intended to re-supply the grass
trimmer. I washed it up, cut it to length, and rounded
the ends with a nail file. Then I formed it into a loop
and worked it under Rachel's clit hood so that it
wrapped around the base of the clit shaft. It tried to
spring back to a straight position, expanding the clit
hood into a bulge on each side and pressing the middle
of its length on the base of the clit itself. This made
an entirely new set of pressure points to stimulate
Rachel, and the hood was long enough that the stiff
string remained in place.
I said, "Let's see how well this stays in place." Put
your skirt on and let's all go out to dinner.
"You mean you want me to walk with this thing?" Rachel
asked incredulously. "It will stimulate me so much I'll
have public orgasms."
I replied "Part of the fun will be the extended
stimulation and timing it so you don't climax in front
of someone."
"What about me?" Janet asked. "Don't I get some kind of
stimulation, too?"
"Well, you don't have enough hood to do anything with,
but I can give you something to stimulate you." I got a
couple clothespins, took out the springs, and bent them
with pliers so they would not be so strong. I
reassembled the clothespins, and put one on each of
Janet's long inner labia. "There, that will jiggle as
you walk and stimulate you, too. Rachel doesn't have
enough labia to hang anything on, so we stimulate her
clit using the long hood, and you don't have much clit
hood so we stimulate your long labia."
The women tried walking around the house to see how it
would feel and whether the stimulators would stay in
place. They decided it would work and we went out to a
restaurant at the mall not far from home. After we
walked in and sat down, Rachel whispered, "I feel the
pressure change with every step and movement. It feels
strange to be so stimulated in a public place like
this."
Janet replied, "I agree. This is something new that I'm
glad we tried out, but I think those clothespins are a
little too tight to be clamped on one spot all evening.
I'm going to have to go to the restroom and move them a
little.
"No", I said "Adjust them right here."
"You mean reach under my skirt with both hands and
fiddle with them right here in the booth?"
"Why not, no one can see." She shifted on her seat to
spread her legs a little more, and put her hands under
the skirt, which of course rode up showing a lot of her
thighs. She quickly grabbed a clip in one hand and the
labia in the other and moved the clip to a different
spot.
"Watch out," I whispered, "Here comes the waitress."
Janet was barely able to get the skirt down before the
waitress brought us glasses of water and asked if we
were ready to order. We ordered and she left. "That was
close" Janet murmured. "And I only got one of them
moved. Keep a close watch while I do the other one."
I looked around and saw no one coming. "Go ahead", I
said.
Janet repeated the adjustment on the other labia.
"That's better. The first spots were starting to ache."
We chatted while waiting for our food. After while the
topic came back to their stimulators. Rachel said "I
think my stimulator is ok for right now, but the hood
may get sore with that thing poking the same place all
night. The other problem is that with all this
stimulation, I'm soaking wet. I reached for her leg
beside me and put my hand under her skirt. I ran a
finger over the bulge in her clit hood and she drew in
a sharp breath.
I felt the wetness oozing out of her slit below and
rubbed briefly. She wiggled in the seat and tightened
her mouth to keep from making a noise. I brought my
hand back up and unobtrusively scratched my mustache
while inhaling the fragrance on my finger. On the other
side of her, Janet slipped a hand up Rachel's leg to
feel the wetness.
The waitress brought our food and we ate for a while.
Rachel took her napkin and wiped the seat between her
legs. "I'm dripping," she murmured.
"I think maybe she should go to the restroom and wipe
off so she doesn't soak her skirt" Janet advised. "I'm
not quite that wet but it wouldn't hurt for me to clean
up too. The whole booth must smell like cunt."
Reluctantly, I agreed, and they carefully got up from
the booth and walked to the restroom. After quite a
while they came back. "That took long enough." I
stated.
Rachel blushed and Janet told me, "well we were alone
in there and in quite a condition, so we rubbed each
other to climax before we cleaned up. Sorry you had to
miss it, but it really had to be done."
I was disappointed, but figured I could have some fun
later so why not let them enjoy themselves, or each
other for that matter.
We finished our meal and left. Janet was getting
anxious to move the clips again, but I wanted to try
more public stimulation. I insisted that we walk around
the mall "to settle our food". There were several
exercise walkers striding around the perimeter. We
joined them for a while. Rachel told us she was feeling
the stimulation of the device under her clit hood.
After most of a lap, Rachel started losing her stride
and grabbed a seat. She sat there with her legs
crossed, face flushed, slowly flexing her leg and hip
muscles, with her mouth clamped shut. Janet and I sat
down beside her to watch her have her orgasm as quietly
as possible. Fortunately no one else seemed to be
paying her any attention. Rachel relaxed, sat there for
a couple minutes, and then was recovered enough to
continue the walk.
Janet was getting anxious about the pressure on her
labia and needed to move the clips. I decided that next
time we tried them I needed to loosen the springs a
little more, so they just barely stayed on. There was
too much traffic in the area for her to move them right
now. We walked on, and came to a side corridor that led
to an office that was closed in the evening.
Making sure there were no security cameras in the
corridor, I motioned Janet to stand behind me and make
her adjustment while I watched that no one was going to
walk by right away. Janet lifted her skirt with one
hand, took a clip with the other, and Rachel pulled the
labia so Janet could clip onto a different spot. They
repeated the process on the other side just as I saw
someone coming.
We strode out of the corridor and resumed our brisk
walk around the mall. Rachel murmured, "She was pretty
wet. My fingers smell good."
"Well," Janet replied. "The constant jiggling on my
labia is a real turn-on. Now that the pressure is off
those spots that were getting sore, I am getting more
excited. I don't know if I'll make it all the way
around the mall. And I am not as quiet as Rachel when I
come."
"Let's go out this door," I said. "It will be a shorter
trip to the car than if we go all the way back to the
restaurant to go out."
Janet's face was getting flushed as we reached the car
and got in. I had her sit beside me and pull up her
skirt. I fingered her, and pulled gently on a
clothespin. Rachel reached up from the back seat and
took hold of the other clothespin, moving it up and
down in a gently rhythm.
I fingered Janet's hole, transferred some of the juice
to her clit, and rubbed it in time to Rachel's
movement. As Janet started to peak, I put my finger
back in her and pressed the g-spot. Janet spasmed and
panted "Uh. OOOH! Uh! Ooh! .. Oh ... I .. needed ..
that."
I drove home and we all went straight to the bedroom
and undressed. We got in one of our favorite positions,
with me screwing Rachel while Janet sat on her face. We
went at it until I climaxed and unloaded in Rachel.
Then Janet got on her knees, leaned down, and licked
Rachel's clit and hole clean while I rammed Janet's
pussy from behind. I knew I wouldn't come again right
away but was still hard enough to do Janet some good
and it didn't feel bad for me, either. Janet had her
orgasm about the same time that Rachel got off again on
Janet's tonguing.
Spent, we laid down to sleep, with Rachel holding my
softening cock. and me with an arm around each of my
favorite ladies.
Chapter 15 Janet's Piercing
The experience with the clothespins had been a mixed
one for Janet. She enjoyed the feeling of them dangling
on her labia, but the pressure became too painful after
a while. This suggested a natural next step--to pierce
her labia so we could hang things in the holes.
Rachel and Janet studied the labia piercing pictures
they could find on the web and decided what they though
would look most attractive for Janet's build. They
wanted to start with a pair of holes near the bottom of
the inner labia, with small rings, and after those
healed, work up a ladder with rings on each side. I was
taken with the idea that besides hanging things on the
rings, I would also be able to lace Janet up like a
shoe with a bow at the top just below her large clit.
Janet might find it stimulating to feel the tension of
the laces when we were away from the house.
I asked Janet where she wanted to get the piercing
done. "I think we can do it right here" she replied.
The experiment with nicking the labia had proven that
she could handle the pain and even find pleasure in it.
We got our supplies and picked an evening for the job.
Janet washed herself thoroughly, with Rachel's help. We
laid out the piercing needle and two rings. Janet laid
down on the bed on a towel. Janet and Rachel had marked
the spots on the labia with a black marker and
carefully checked the alignment with Janet standing,
sitting, and bent over, and now we had easy targets for
the piercing needle. Rachel was gently rubbing Janet's
labia and clit, getting her turned on.
When everything seemed ready, I pulled the right labia
out. Rachel took Janet's hand and put the needle in it.
She guided Janet to the marked spot and told her to
push just as much as she could handle. Janet touched
the needle to the spot and immediately jerked it away.
"Too intense." she said.
I asked "How about starting with this to get used to
some pressure?" I asked, handing her a sterilized paper
clip that we had prepared in case we needed it to help
keep the hole open while we inserted the ring.
Janet pushed the end of the paper clip at the marked
spot and this time did not flinch. After increasing the
pressure for a while, she said, "maybe now I could try
the needle." Rachel positioned it and Janet pushed
lightly. "Uh." Janet exclaimed, but did not withdraw
it.
She kept the pressure up and I saw the impression of
the point on the other side of the labia. The spot
seemed to get paler and thinner and after a couple
minutes I could see the tip of the needle poking
through. "You are getting there" I exclaimed, pointing
it out to Rachel at the same time.
"Yeah, I .. uh.. think I am." Janet said, meaning it
differently than I had "Rub me."
Rachel rubbed juices on Janet's clit and continued a
circular motion as Janet's breathing became more rapid.
Janet's hips thrust and she forced the rest of the
needle through, muscles spasming, and she thrashed on
the bed in ecstasy as Rachel rubbed around her clit,
knowing it was too sensitive for direct contact. I
steadied the needle and took Janet's hand off it.
When she calmed down, I slipped the ring through with
no trouble and screwed the bead closed. We handed Janet
a mirror and showed her the result. "Wow. That is neat.
A pair will look even better." she said.
"Do you want to do the other one now or wait for the
first to heal?"
"I think I'll wait. I need to be turned on to be able
to stand the pain, and I'm shot for tonight." she
replied.
Janet healed nicely in a few days, and we repeated the
process on the other side to make a pair. She decided
to try these out for awhile before continuing the
ladder. I would have to wait to lace her like a shoe.
We tried hanging heavy earrings on the rings in her
labia when we went out. She really enjoyed the feeling
of the jiggling, of course not restrained by panties,
and was always very turned on when we got home. She
rarely climaxed when we were out, having learned to
control it and not wanting to get caught. It was enough
just to walk around feeling the pleasant vibrations and
thinking what she was getting away with around the
unknowing bystanders.
Chapter 16 Rachel's Piercings
Rachel was a little envious of Janet's labia rings. She
could not find enough labia on herself to properly
place rings. Her main asset was the large clit and its
hood, which still covered most of the clit unless she
pulled it back far enough to pop it over the bump and
make it stay behind the engorged clitoris. This was
very pleasurable for her and she didn't want to ruin
that. But she longed to be able to add some ornament.
The experiment with the thick nylon string under her
hood had been good, but if she wore it for too long it
irritated the under side of the hood and made her sore.
What she decided she wanted to do was a horizontal hood
piercing. We planned carefully, and marked the spots
she had chosen. She wanted to do both sides at once so
that she could do things with them as soon as possible.
We cleaned her up and laid out the supplies. Janet used
soft-tipped plastic tweezers to pull the hood away from
the clit, as fingers might contaminate the piercing. I
inserted a tube under the hood so I could see that it
pushed out against the hood at the spot we had marked
on the outside. I inserted the piercing needle into the
tube and put Rachel's finger on it. She pushed until
she felt the sharp sting of the needle on the tender
underside of the hood. She was better than Janet at
handling the pain. After only a few seconds she was
pushing harder and I could see that the point would
come out in the middle of our mark. She said it was
getting intense and she needed some distraction.
Janet wetted her finger and rubbed around Rachel's
hole, then slipped it inside. As Rachel's excitement
built, she pushed harder. The skin thinned and paled. I
told her "I see the point coming through." Janet rubbed
Rachel's g-spot and Rachel started to spasm. She pushed
hard on the needle and it slid through. I grabbed the
end that Rachel was holding to steady it as she writhed
and moaned.
When she calmed down, I slipped the special barbell
under her hood and out the hole. We had looked high and
low for it, as it was specially made with a thumbtack
head that would not go through the hole while putting
minimal pressure on her clit. I fastened the bead on
the outside, which was mainly to round off the shaft of
the barbell as it certainly was not going to fall out.
We set up right away to pierce the other side. I got
the tube in position and inserted the needle. Rachel
pushed it through right away, giving a triumphant cry.
I fitted the second barbell and Janet held a mirror for
Rachel to look at the result. "It's beautiful!" she
exclaimed. "Now I have piercings, too."
The special barbell were more difficult to clean than a
simple ring, so we helped Rachel every morning and
evening by squirting water under the clit hood as she
moved the barbell slightly to be sure it wouldn't
adhere. The piercings healed in several days to the
point where we were no longer afraid of them getting
infected, but they were rather tender. Rachel didn't
think she could handle anything hanging on them right
away. We resumed careful sex play with her but didn't
do much with her clit hood.
Rachel finally announced that she was ready for some
new ways of playing. The first thing we did was undo
the round beads on the ends of the barbell and replace
them with tiny loops that had been threaded to screw
onto the stem. From these we hung large earrings.
Rachel modeled them for us and we thought they were
lovely. She went for a walk around the house, and found
that climbing the stairs gave them quite a jiggle that
sent shivers up her spine and juices dripping out of
her slit.
Janet put her decorations on her labia rings, and we
all went out to the park for a walk in the fresh air.
As we traveled around the path, Rachel and Janet
started discussing where we could find a place to give
them some relief, as the sensations were making it
risky that they would orgasm right on the path among
the other walkers and their dogs. We took a little-used
side path into the woods, and after a few hundred yards
were out of the sight and sound of other people.
The women sat on rocks facing each other and spread
their knees so that their dangling ornaments were
visible to each other and to me. I told them we would
have a jilling contest. The first one to orgasm won the
right to be the first one to ride my cock that night.
They thought this was a fun idea and went at it there
in the open air. They jiggled their ornaments, dipped
their fingers in their holes, and rubbed their clits.
It was very close, but Rachel's younger body reacted
faster. She started to spasm, hunching down with
tightened abdominal muscles on each internal
contraction. She had scarcely started when Janet also
gave a moan and came.
I was quite turned on, but afraid to do anything about
it because it would be much harder for me to hide what
I was doing than the women, should anyone come our way.
I had to put up with my boner while we finished the
walk and the ride home. Once inside, I immediately
pulled off my pants and got on top of Rachel, who had
won the "contest". I was so hot I didn't last long, and
finished squirting into her before she could get fired
up again. That was ok with her.
"That's one cum apiece for us today" she said. "I hope
we can increase the score considerably tonight."
"Score?" I asked. "Well, yes, isn't this a team sport?"
she replied "You add up the orgasms."
Chapter 17
Rachel thought of new ways to play with her piercings.
We discovered that we could put a thin straight rod
through the holes and the center of the rod would rub
on her clit. Sometimes she would take the barbells out
and thread a nylon string through the holes. If we
really wanted to make the experience intense, we would
thread a small bead on the string, put the ends of the
string under the hood, out the holes in her hood, and
tie the ends loosely where they were accessible,
pulling the bead against her clit.
We could go out to dinner, and Janet or I would play
with the string, tugging gently to massage her clit
with the bead under the hood. Rachel got good at having
silent orgasms, right in public, with her mouth
clenched to keep quiet, although sometimes she got so
flushed that people may have suspected that something
was going on. Janet was just too noisy to do this, and
when we played with strings through her labial holes,
she had to stop us and go to the restroom to finish
herself, rather than risk a commotion at the table. We
made a list of our favorite restaurants, and after a
few weeks had checked off a public orgasm for Rachel in
each one.
Chapter 18 Farewell
Rachel stayed for us through her college years, and we
enjoyed many threesomes and pairings. During her senior
year, however, Rachel found a boyfriend and started
spending much of her free time with him. It looked like
they might get married after graduation and move back
to the city they had both come from.
She told us they were thinking about having sex, and
asked us if we minded. We told her that we would have a
last 3-way sex farewell party with her, and then she
should give herself totally to her boyfriend. As much
as we enjoyed her company and body, the arrangement
could not last forever and she had to move on in her
life. We would remain special friends with her, but
would have to yield to the natural bonding with her
boyfriend and probable future husband.
That was some party. We started after lunch on Sunday
and did it in every position and combination we had
ever used. We had to take naps in mid-afternoon, and
when we woke we did our last "riding double" with me
screwing Rachel while Janet sat on her face. When we
were done, we all kissed and sent Rachel back to sleep
alone, crying happy tears. We would not enjoy our dear
friend's body again, but frequently went to dinner with
her and her fiancé. She confided that she was teaching
him a lot of sexual tricks and thanked us for her
"education".
We really missed her in our bed. But she called
yesterday to tell us her little sister is coming to the
same college next term and needs a place to stay.
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