From: Mr Doubleena
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest
Subject: Little Sister Big Sister (FF incest)
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 1995 05:08:57 GMT
Organization: que?
Message-ID: <4atk74$i5m@ixnews4.ix.netcom.com>



Little Sister



	Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that

	her 127 pounds are not skinny.  She wears her deep brown hair

short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with

just a touch of color in her accessories.  Although she appears to be

in her early thirties, she will celebrate her forty-second birthday

this coming November.

	Her body is soft and curvy.  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.

	She normally separates her business and private life very

	strictly, but then she discovered --

	Michele.  At 26, Michele had worked her way "up the corporate

	ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her own

ability. Barbara discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant

to the CEO.

	She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst.  She

	produces the most thorough reports of anyone Barbara has worked

with.

	Michele is of average height, but with outstanding looks.  Her

	long blonde straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a

contrast to her large deep blue eyes.  She dresses less severely than

Barbara, going in for earth-colored skirts 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 an 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 Barbara, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to the

younger woman.

	For her own part, Michele thinks the world of Barbara.  She

	wonders at how Barbara always seems to know the right thing to

say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she

were the older sister that she never had.

	Two months ago, Barbara invited Michele to a restaurant for

	dinner after work.  The two women had a few drinks, and began

to lose the edge of their employer-employee relationship, began to

become friends.  They have been out to dinner together several times

since.



After their last dinner and a few drinks, Barbara suggested they go to

her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be

more comfortable.

	Michele agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and

	were greeted by the doorman.

	"Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin," he said, as he pressed the

	elevator button.



	"Hello, Matt." The two women entered the elevator, and shortly

	were in Barbara's large, but not ostentatious, apartment.

Michele looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and said,

"I love your place."

	"Thank you.  Give me your jacket.  Like to look around?" "Yes."

	Michele was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink

	blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra.

	"Well, go ahead," Barbara invited her as she put away Michele's

	jacket and her own.  "Make yourself at home.  What will you

drink?"

	"Um, seven and seven." Barbara crossed the room to a small bar,

	tuned the stereo to soft music, and began making drinks while

Michele looked around.  The older woman brought up two glasses as the

blonde peeked through the open bedroom door.

	"Here y'are. Cheers." "Um.  Good.  Oh, what a big, beautiful

	bed.  Your apartment is wonderful, Barbara."

	"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, Barbara."  Michele was not willing to tell Barbara that

	her nearness was the real reason for her nervousness.

	"Tell me some more about yourself, Michele.  Do you have

	brothers or sisters?"

	"No.  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.  You know, though, I always wanted to have a sister.

How about you, Barbara?  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 about boys, then.  My brothers

weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me."

	The younger woman drained her glass.  "Another?" "Uh, yes,

	thanks." The brunette got up and walked to the bar.  "Barbara?"

	"Yes?" "Let's be sisters." "What a wonderful idea!  We could

	'adopt' each other." "And we could share secrets, and all the

	things we wanted to talk about as kids."

	"We should celebrate.  Say, I'll open some champagne!" They

	giggled over pulling the cork, Barbara holding the bottle

	between her legs, and Michele stroking the neck of the bottle.

	"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!"  Michele

	laughed.  Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Barbara,

finding the brunette 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," Michele said after a moment.  "I wanna

	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.  To herself Michele thought,

	"I was never attracted to another woman before.  Should I tell

her?"

	"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as

	the brunette 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," Michele 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?"  Michele

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

	Michele's insides.  Her secret attraction to Barbara, 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, Michele?" She has had several men,

	but has found them generally too rash and insensitive, and

hadn't 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.  She

is

convinced that living with someone would present the same problems as

marriage.

	"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."

	 Barbara 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 once to see if she likes

it--and

she often does.

	"Barbara?  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 all the time."

	Barbara 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, Barbara sipped more champagne and wondered about

	Michele's question - and wondered at her own attraction to the

voluptuous blonde.  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.

	Michele's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices

	flowing, her now-swollen nether lips hungry for contact.  She

spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud growing in its pink

nest.  Her fingers played in the 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 delicate inner lips opening.  She moved her thumbs

up and down, and her hot little nubbin moved up and down in its

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 silky pantyhose and soft, 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 insides.  She inserted a finger,

then two, and worked them in and out, trying to satisfy her agonizing

need.  Then she began to walk the fingers 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 pulses through her belly.

	"She's been gone a long while," Barbara 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."

	Michele's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her

	moans becoming audible.  She flung her knees wide, pressing a

third finger into play. She pulled 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."  Barbara got up and walked to the

	closed bathroom door, and listened a moment.  She heard a soft

moan from within.

	"Michele?" No answer.  Michele'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 Barbara 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, Barbara stood a

moment in the doorway.  Her face flushing crimson, Michele returned to

sensibility, and began to cover herself.

	"Oh, sweet little sister, please, please, don't stop.  Wouldn't

	you like to finish what you started."

	Michele's hands didn't want to leave their work, and after a

	moment resumed their rubbing.  Barbara watched entranced, her

own fires warming.  She softly entered the room, and sat on the edge

of

the tub next to Michele.

	"Oh yes.  Oh, is that good?  Mmm."  Her hand went to Michele's

	face, pushing back a strand of hair.

	Michele 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, teasing Michele's soft, red, also darting tongue.

	Barbara found the buttons up the back of Michele's sheer

	blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the

blouse gently from the blonde's shoulders as she broke away.  Her

hands

went to the front clasp of Michele's sheer bra and undid it quickly.

The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from the blonde's

shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held.

Michele's

full breasts were capped with pink silver-dollar-sized areolas,

surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard with her

excitement.  Barbara's hands went to the twin globes and stroked them,

rolling the nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers.

	"Look how your nipples pucker.  I can't resist tasting them."

	She bent and darted her tongue over them.

	Michele's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.  The

	brunette leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard

	tip of Michele's nipple, while her right hand joined Michele's

own.  At first exploring, then massaging Michele's erect love bud.

She

pressed and pulled at the swollen clitoris, intently watching the

emotions on Michele's face.

	"Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!" "Come, little sister.  Oh, yes, come

	for me.  You look so lovely!" Michele reached the heights.  She

	tottered a moment, delightfully pausing at the brink of the

precipice, then plunged headlong.  Lightnings went off in her body,

her

muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass bumped on the seat.  Her

head

was thrown back, her mouth open.  The tight muscles forced her and

Barbara's fingers half out of her body.

	"OOOOOOOOHHH." Skillfully playing the rhythm of Michele's

	spasms, Barbara carefully massaged the clit, extending the

awesome throes of Michele's pleasure.

	Slowly, Michele's aftershocks eased, and she eased into a warm,

	fuzzy glow.  Barbara was enthralled, watching the younger

woman.  Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue panties were

drenched.

	"Kiss me again," Michele murmered.  Eagerly, Barbara did, and

	found a warm, wet, tongue licking the corners of her mouth.

The blonde's hands went out to Barbara's body.

	Suddenly, she broke away.  "Barbara, I'm scared and

	I'membarassed.  I... I've never... er, ..."

	The brunette replied, "Neither have I, sweet little sister.

	I've never even considered it before.  Relax.  We're sisters,

remember?"

	This was not true, since Barbara had pleasured and been

	pleasured by a number of her close female friends over the

years.  She said it to reassure Michele that what they were doing was

special between them.

	"You always seem to know things," Michele remarked, nodding.

	"Come on, let's not stay in here." They wandered back out into

	the hallway, Michele clad only in her skirt and half-slip,

clutching her discarded blouse and undies.  They returned to the

living

room, and sat back down on the sofa.  Michele's bounteous breasts were

still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.

	Michele took a big gulp of champagne.  Barbara 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 blonde.

	Michele watched wide-eyed as the brunette 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 were rekindled at the sight.

	Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Barbara's

	blouse.  "I'll bet your breasts are beautiful."

	"They're kinda small, not like yours." The blonde stopped

	unbuttoning at her words.  "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she

thought.

	"Go ahead.  Please.  I do want you to touch me," the brunette

whispered.

	Michele gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled

	the tails from under Barbara's belt, drawing the blouse open,

unveiling the treasures beneath.  Barbara was wearing a shimmering

light blue, lightly padded bra.  Michele reached behind Barbara,

unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down.  Though not

large, Barbara's breasts were well shaped and full, firm, high, and

crowned with quarter-sized areolas which stood firmly, almost like a

breast on a breast.

	"Oh! They ARE beautiful." On sudden impulse, Michele leaned

	forward and kissed the hardening brown tips.  Barbara's nipples

were highly sensitive and erectile.  She sometimes "got off" just from

playing with her breasts, or allowing others to do so.  The sensation

of Michele's kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions

in her belly.

	Barbara removed her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the

attention, humming softly in her throat.  Michele broke off to kiss

her

again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue

between the brunette's lips.

	Michele'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 Barbara's neck and fastened

her mouth around the nipple and areola, swirling the flat of her

tongue

over the ripening plums.

	Barbara's moaning grew.  "Come, little sister."  She said,

	breathlessly.  Getting up, she took Michele's hand, and led her

to the bedroom.  She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to

remove the rest of her clothing.  Under the severe business suit, she

had worn a shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky

Vanity Fair panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her

hair and milk-white skin.

	In fact, sometimes Barbara would go without underwear, except

	for a garter belt and stockings, delighting in the delicate

sensuous feeling, and in the secret "naughtiness" of it.

	When Barbara had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her garter

	belt and removed her clinging, damp panties, Michele saw that

her "bush" was full, a tangle slightly more red than the hair on her

head- -it made a lovely picture: the pale flesh, the auburn public

hair

and the full, sensuous navel.

	Barbara's legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a

	pair of globes that were a delight to behold.  As she bent to

remove her stockings, the blonde briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose

altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly veil.

	Michele giggled slightly and removed her skirt and half slip.

	In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and

very naked women standing by the bed.

	Barbara laughed. "We forget to bring the wine!" "I'll get it,"

	Michele laughed.  Barbara watched her go.  She really did have

	a nice derriere.  "Don't forget the glasses," she called out.

	Barbara turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Michele

returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and

patting

the space next to her.  Michele 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 brunette's smaller ones.

	Barbara began to stroke Michele's back, running her hands up

	and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her

feminine finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying

rush of excitement.  She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and

squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks.

	Michele flicked Barbara's jutting nipples with her tongue,

	lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her

mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.

	Barbara began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on

	the covers.  Michele flicked the tip of her tongue over the now

full nipples, and the brunette began to shiver.

	Barbara cupped her hands over Michele's breasts as they hung

	down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm

flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers.

	"That feels so good, Barbara," Michele murmered.  Her hand

	strayed down Barbara's belly.  "You're so pretty.  I love your

pubic hair.  See how it curls."

	She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning

	Barbara's belly.  She pulled gently at the auburn 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 brunette put her arms around the blonde and pulled her onto

	her body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's

fuller ones.  She pressed her hot wet flesh hard against Michele's

thigh and rotated her hips slowly.

	Michele squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs

	under, the other over, Barbara's.  Then she pressed forward,

until her warm woman's lips were kissing the brunettes.

	She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers, running

	them up over her breasts, down over her hips.

	She manoeuvered herself until her again-erect bud was pressing

	hotly against Barbara's. She ground her hips forward, the heat

rising once more.  She pushed her index finger down so that it

simultaneously touched both their clits, then pumped it up and down.

	Barbara lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the

	pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the

blonde's.  The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right

angle,

pressing, moving.  Their wet warmths 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

auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought release,

their two erect love-buds straining against each others'.

	Michele dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to

	the pinnacle, "Am I doing this?  Or am I dreaming?"

	Barbara was beyond thought, her quicker responses having

	already brought her near the edge of orgasm.  She began to

quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and

moans.

	"Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM." Barbara had begun to cum.  Her

	stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her

skin, her brown areolas and nipples looked ready to burst.

	"mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" In the next moment, Michele, too,

	went over, plunging into the lightnings once more.  Her vagina

clamped and released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever more

fiercely against her slender partner's neither lips.

	"OHH... UNG...AHH." Michele collapsed over the brunette's

	body.  They twined their arms and legs about each other,

squirming in their aftershocks.

	"Ohh.  Nice," Barbara breathed.  She rolled over, refilled the

	glasses, handed one to Michele, and sipped.

	Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer, moved

	aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator.

	"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Michele?" Michele was

	embarrased at the sight of Barbara's "toy."  When she felt the

urge at home, she had learned to "help herself" with fingers or a

pillow--but never with something so blatenty sexual.

	Michele blushed, and murmered,"no." Barbara walked back to the

	bed, carrying the instrument.  She bent down beside the bed to

plug the vibrator in the wall.  She drank 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

	Michele.  Michele hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at

	Barbara's open, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink

portals open.

	She gulped down the rest of the contents of her glass, then

	crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette's

knees.

	She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley

	and rubbed it slowly up and down.  Barbara reached down and

pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly.  Michele

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 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 Barbara's ample

juices.  Barbara moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound.

Michele 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

with her own fingers.

	With each entry Barbara's moans grew deeper.  When half the

	length of the vibrator had disappeared, Michele turned the

control up a bit more.  The hum rose, the instrument pulsing in her

hand.

	"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..." Michele pulled it slowly

	out, then pushed it back in.  It slid more easily as Barbara's

moisture wet the shaft. Michele was warming to her task, and began to

pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.

	Although she was unconscious of it, Michele's free hand wrapped

	itself around her left breast, squeezing it, pulling at the

nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.

	Barbara was grasping her own breasts.  She spread her fingers,

	and rotating her wrists, rolled 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!" Michele pumped.  She

	pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of

Barbara's insides.  She watched enthralled as the brunette began to

buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her

knees shaking.

	Michele's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.  She

	watched the brunette's 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!" Barbara bucked up, her body

contacting the bed only with her feet and shoulders.  Her skin

flushed,

her nipples expanding.

	Michele turned the control up all the way.  The instrument

	buzzed, it seemed almost to draw into Barbara's body of

itself.  Barbara pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself

even more deeply than Michele had dared.

	"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!" Michele rotated the end of the vibrator,

	twisting it in the brunette's body, stirring the flesh.  She

stirred her own flesh with her fingers.

	"mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" Again the rising moaning cry burst from

	Barbara'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.

	Michele had released her hold on the vibrator when Barbara

	dropped, but now reached out and took it once more.  The butt

end was slippery with the overflow of Barbara's hot honey.  Her round

ass-cheeks glistened with it.

	Michele pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick

	strokes.  Barbara'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.

	Michele 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 come like that,"

	she thought.  Barbara lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.

	Michele looked at the instument, slick with the other woman's

	honey.  She lay down next to Barbara, 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, 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, it's good.  Ohh." Barbara awoke from her drowse at

	the sounds.  "Oh, little sister, let me." Barbara took both the

	big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.  "Here.  Lie over

	these," she instructed.  Michele rolled over onto the pillows,

	her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.

	"Now relax, little sister." Barbara parted Michele's lips with

	one hand and guided the instrument into her love channel with

the other.  She snaked it around in Michele's body.  When a good part

of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.

	"Mmmm," Michele mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed

	within her.

	Barbara worked more and more of the device into Michele,

	twisting and turning it as she did.  With her free hand she

began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Michele's

wiggling derriere.

	"Ohh.  Umm." Barbara advanced the control another notch.

	"Oooh...  Ung.." The brunette pumped the vibrating device in

	and out of Michele's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that,

stimulating every nerve.  She watched how Michele'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 blonde was at the edge, Barbara turned the machine

	on full and pressed it in, working it around.  She massaged the

soft purple pucker of Michele's other opening with a wet fingertip.

	"Arrrg...  Ohhh...  NNNNNG!" Michele's cheeks waved back and

	forth, the muscles rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure

mounted to climax.  Michele came.  And came.

	Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening,

	flashes of heat coursing her spine.

	She clamped hard on the vibrator, as it hummed within her.  She

thought she would pass out, but still Barbara insistantly stirred the

machine in her body, while stroking her anus.

	At last Michelle slumped with exhaustion, and the device turned

	off.  Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief

and loss at its going.

	"Oh, Barbara.  That was... beautiful!  But, oh, I'm so sleepy!"

	"Me too, little sister.  Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep

	well." "Good.  Thanks.  Hold me?" They kissed and fell asleep

	in each other's arms.

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