Chapter 2
Johnny didn't bother to pull down her panties he just tore them right off!
It was easy.. . her panties were so flimsy and filmy, such darling little nothings, that they tore off like cheesecloth.
They tore at the sides, at the elastic joining the front and back flaps. He peeled the upper flap off her pussy, then tugged the lower half out from under her quivering ass.
Wendy wailed, rolling her eyes as she was denuded.
Grinning triumphantly, he crushed the panties to his face, inside pressed to his nose, as he inhaled deeply.
Filling his nostrils with the scent of her, like a bloodhound given the smell of its prey before beginning the chase.
He rolled his eyes in a mock pantomime, as if he was overcome, dizzied by the delicious aroma of her.
"Why, cousin how sweet you smell!"
He tossed the panties aside and got down to the business of rape.
Her bush was a rich brown color, light brown, but darker by far than the tawny golden hair of her head.
His fingers trembled over her bush. Scratching sounds were created as his fingers rubbed and stroked her.
"You've got a cute little woolly-bully," he taunted. "You should be ashamed of yourself, cousin, for hiding that pretty pussy away!
"At least you saved it for ME, though!"
His fingers slid down from her bush to her pussy lips.
Wendy tried to pull away.
Her ass cheeks were tightly clenched like rocks, they were. She jammed them into the mattress, seeking to take her pussy away from his reach, even if that distance was no more than a few inches.
But what good would that do?
None!
The flesh of her pussy crawled as his fingers rubbed her. His oily fingertips slid up and down her petallike pussy lips.
He stroked them, pussy flesh rippling under his gliding fingers.
"It's what's inside that counts," Johnny taunted. "Let's see what you've got inside your little ol' sweet hole!"
His fingertip pads pressed both pussy lips, shoving them to the sides, spreading them.
Her pussy opened with a moist sound. Quivering pussy lips were peeled back to expose heaving pink membranes.
"My, my," Johnny murmured, "so pretty in pink!"
He slipped his middle finger into her. "Mmmmmmmmph!"
"Say, that gag looks like it's about to fall out! Can't have that, can we? No! So, I'll just stick it back in, good n' tight!"
Wendy whimpered.
She had made some real progress in extricating the gag in the last moment, and it had been on the verge of removal.
Now, it was deeply and tightly crammed in than ever.
Wendy could have wept! if she weren't so worried.
Besides the gag filling her mouth, another part of her anatomy was now filled:
Her pussy Johnny's finger was jammed deep into it.
Wendy squirmed, groaned. She tried to wriggle away from the intimate invasion, but his finger hooked in her held her.
She was tight and dry.
Johnny pressed the tip of an adjacent finger to her snatch, below where the first finger had gone into her.
He worked the first joint of the second finger into her.
Wendy groaned from the stretching.
She stretched more, as her pussy walls were forced outward by the progress of the second finger, sinking deep into her.
Until at last she had not one but two fingers in her, in deep, jammed together.
Johnny worked those fingers back and forth inside her.
The tightness of her pussy caused suction sounds as the finger worked back and forth, pumping, rubbing her.
She really writhed when his other hand went into play, stroking the spread stretched lips of her pussy in addition to the finger fucking.
His thumb pad pressed against her clitoris.
Wendy whinnied.
Johnny rubbed her clit while finger-fucking her.
Against Wendy's protesting will, her body betrayed her -
Her pussy moistened.
The action of fingers sliding and stroking and stealing over her softest, most intimate anatomy, coaxed oozing juices out of her pussy.
They seeped inside her, moistening her, making the pair of fingers wedged in her move faster and faster.
Waves of heat rose up from her legs.
Johnny got her good and wet.
As her juices flowed, the sucking sounds generated by the fingers working in her pussy grew louder, more pronounced.
Juices oozed out of her slit, to smear on her pussy lips.
A ripe rich aroma wafted out of her heaving pussy.
Johnny pulled his fingers out of her.
Her pussy membranes came closed, quivering. Her pussy lips were sticky with juices and dark with red heat rubbed and pulled into them.
Johnny's fingers glistened with sticky juices.
"You're ready now," he announced.
Wendy tried to sit up.
He put his hand on her chest and pushed her so she flopped down on her back. Then he stretched out on top of her.
Wendy's staring eyes rolled with horror as she was mounted.
His head was next to hers. His bare chest pressed her breasts, flattening them, spreading oozing tit flesh to the sides.
Her nipples were sore points of throbbing sensation, jutting out of the soft squashed pies that were her pressed breasts.
His penis pressed against her pussy. The erection was vertically sandwiched between his flesh and hers.
His legs lay between hers, which he held forced open.
He raised himself up over her, propping himself up on his elbows. He reached under his hips, taking hold of his penis.
He guided the head down to her juicy slit.
Her pussy lips were poked and prodded by the head of his cock. He rolled it up and down, squashing it against her flesh.
Then he pressed it at the appropriate angle of entry. The cock head wedged her pussy lips open, spreading them to the sides.
He stuffed his cock head into her.
Wendy groaned, writhing as she was penetrated.
"Ah!" Johnny groaned, his face screwing up in frenzy.
She was tight, but now wet. His cock head was like a big hard knobbed ball of flesh jammed tight in her pussy.
Her stretched membranes sought to close once more, to repel the intruder. But they succeeded only in adding to his arousal by clamping down on his questing cock head.
"Ummmm, Christ, you're so hot and tight! And wet!"
The weight of his hips pressed down on his cock, forcing it forward, sliding it like a sword of flesh into her satiny scabbard.
Wendy was filled, penetrated.
Her gag-muffled moans grew deeper and more prolonged with each inch that the cock head and shaft forced its way into her.
Johnny tried to enter her with one swift thrust, but she was still too tight for that, even if she was wet.
He entered her with a combination of jerking thrusts, each of them forcing the cock a bit deeper, cramming it into her.
Her entire frame was rocked by the thrusts.
The questing cock head now was stuffed deep into her pussy -
Total penetration!
. . .Now that was in her, Johnny raped her. He rocked back and forth on top of her. His white buttocks, smooth, creamy, utterly hairless, were taut and raised as he humped her.
His face was right up against hers. When she opened her eyes for an instant, and saw his twisted distorted features, she quickly shut them, and turned her head to the side, away from him.
His white flesh was slippery, flexible, almost rubbery. His weight pressed her down into the mattress.
One arm of his was extended, so he could hold her bound arms back, preventing her from clubbing him with her hands.
He squirmed on top of her. His squirming caused his penis to work back and forth inside her. His thrusts were hard, deep.
Her spread legs thrashed. She still wore the quilted pink robe. It lay under her like a blanket, pressed by her back and buttocks.
Her tightly clenched buttocks oozed cold sweat. It soaked into the robe, which grew damp under her.
Johnny hammered away at her.
The bed shook. The mattress swayed on creaking box springs. The bedframe rocked from his violent thrusts, wooden joints squealing their protest.
Johnny hammered into her again and again.
Her wrists burned where they were chafed against her bonds. Her jaws and tongue ached.
Her nipples were sore, throbbing points.
Her pussy lips were red with irritation. Twinges shot continually through her stretched pussy. It, too, grew progressively more irritated and chafed from the effects of the stiff cock pumping into her.
If only Barbara would hear the sounds and come upstairs to investigate!
How could she not hear them? What was Barbara doing down there? Was she deaf?!
Oh, hurry, Barbara, hurry upstairs and come into the guest room before my crazy cousin comes inside me!
Barbara floated off in her own private world.
Her duties to her employers were complex. Her official job title was "maid," and that's what she was most of the time.
But Barbara was so very much more than that.
She was in her mid-twenties. She was a curly haired brunette, a bit on the plump side, and oh so lushly endowed.
Her round face was placid, unruffled. Her almond shaped eyes were one of her loveliest features, big melting brown doe eyes.
She had a short sassily snubbed nose and a ripe red-lipped smiling mouth. She was an inch or two below five and a half feet tall.
She was very well rounded, with big breasts, a tiny waist, and a broad spreading bottom. Most of her was now uncovered.
She was in her private room. She lived here at the duplex. Sometimes she even slept in her own room, but not so very often.
So often, her night-time services were required elsewhere!
Now, she had some time off unofficially, at least, since Mr. and Mrs. Townsend were out taking in a late supper with friends.
What kind of friends? wondered Barbara.
The Townsends had some very unusual friends, to be sure.. .
Barbara had some unusual tastes herself.
For such a young lady, her libido was most extraordinarily complex.
Her room was small, airy, pleasant. It had white walls. Brown carpet. White lace curtains covering the windows.
Barbara's bed was set up with its head against the wall. The bed was made from a frame of stout wooden beams bolted together.
Its four bedposts had big knobbed balls atop each one. Sunk into the frame at various locations were metal ring bolts, eye-screws, and the like.
The white mattress cover showed. The sheets and blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed.
Barbara sat at the bed's head, back propped up against the headboard, extended legs spread, as she fastened a clothespin to her nipple.
To match the one already attached to her other nipple.
From the waist up, she was nude.
Except for the clothespins.. .
From the waist down, she wore a black latex garter belt, black stockings, and black leather high heels.
On the chair close to the bedside, her maid's uniform was draped across its back, along with her apron and petticoats.
On top of the night table lay her white linen maid's cap, all floppy and shapeless now that she had unpinned it from the top of her head.
Other items lay on the night table, items of use to her, within easy reach.
Against the wall opposite the bed stood a TV equipped with a videotape player. Barbara had a program on right now.
The sound was off. This was a very naughty XXX-rated tape. The sound was off in case the little guest came down for some reason.
The little guest that is, Wendy wasn't in the know, yet. She had to be sheltered from certain basic facts of life here in the Townsend household.
Too bad.
Wendy surely was cute, thought Barbara.
The guest looked a delicious piece? Who would be the one to score her?
Perhaps no one. Wendy was a relative, a country cousin, daughter of Mrs. Townsend's younger sister, in town to see the sights of the big city.
The Townsends could show Wendy some real sights and not the kind that are included on the usual tourist itinerary.
For that matter, Barbara could show Wendy a thing or two herself.
Only she had better not do that not without the express permission of her employers, who were stuffy on such details as that.
Barbara had locked her door, just as a precaution against Wendy casually coming in without first knocking.
That would be likely to scare the visitor out of a year's growth!
Not that Wendy hadn't gotten her growth already.
Barbara had admired Wendy's mouthwatering breasts (almost as big as her own), her luscious heart-shaped ass, her angel face.
But Barbara was into a bit more advanced fun and games. Like now.
The radio was turned on, pretty loud, tuned to a dance music station.
She liked the music, it made her feel sexy, and besides, the music's constant throbbing beat would cover her sounds.
Barbara had big round breasts, like grapefruits they were, creamy white globes tipped with fat pink nipples, wide as half-dollars.
Her nipples were dark pink.. . Very dark pink, since she had pinched and pulled and tweaked and worried at them to get them ready.
Both nipples now were achingly stiff from the treatment. Stiff and swollen.
Her right nipple wore its clamping clothespin.
She took hold of her stiff left nipple, sinking her nails in at the base of the point, then really digging them in.
"Oh!"
The sharp pinch brought tears to her eyes, adding to their luster. She sank her two front teeth into the rich pulp of her lower lip.
Sensation shivered through not one breast but two, since both mounds were ultra sensitive from the treatment.
Pinching and pulling her nipple sent sensations which she could even feel way down in her pussy.
The nipple was darker and more swollen still, when she let go.
Her hand shook as she reached to the night table. Next to he dildo vibrator were three more clothespins.
She took one.
Just an ordinary wooden clothespin, of the type found in millions of homes. But rarely put to such purposes as Barbara put them to.
She pressed the legs of the clothespin, opening its jaws. Their insides were ridged, with wavy lines.
She used her free hand to sink her nails into the tip of the nipple. She pulled it, stretching, distending it.
The pulling pressure distended not only the nipple, but the rest of the breast, too, elongating its shape.
When she had stretched it as far as she was able, she fitted the jaws of the open clothespin around it, trapping the nipple.
Then she let the jaws close -
Ah!
Barbara shuddered from an extremity of emotion and arousal.
Her round, pretty face glowed. Hot color flushed her cheeks. Her eyes shut, their thick lashes fluttering.
She shivered.
Now, both her breasts terminated in a pair of unnatural ornaments clamped down on some of the most sensitive parts of her anatomy.
And she had done this because she wanted to.
Why?
Because Barbara liked this sort of thing.
Barbara eased against the headboard. Her clamped nipples pounded like a double beat, vibrations thrumming through all of her.
The self-punished nipples sent out a signal like a pair of broadcasting radio stations, while all the rest of her was the receiver.
Her hands shook even more when she again reached for the night table.. . reached not for a clothespin, this time, but for the dildo vibrator.
Its name described it all.
A vibrator, shaped like a dildo. Eight inches long, formed of smooth pink plastic, a shade of pastel pink so much lighter than her dark, pounding nipples.
Very thick.. .
It showed a fat knobbed streamlined head, bell-shaped, then a tapering wide shaft. The base was close to inches wide.
Its base was circled with spiral fluting, by means of which the dildo could be fitted into the crotch piece socket of a harness.
Barbara's hand closed over the dildo, her palm moist with clammy sweat, smearing it on the sleek pink plastic.
She switched on the device.
A loud beelike humming rose up from its shivering shaft.
Barbara's eyes rolled in wild delighted anticipation.
She pressed its humming head in the hollow between her breasts.
The clamped clothespins made her breasts taut, with faint blue veins showing their delicate traceries under stretched milky skin.
She pressed the dildo vibrator's humming head into her flesh.
Its vibrations met the ones emanating from her painfully pressed nipple, creating patterns that made Barbara's juices flow.
Her breasts felt so weighty, as if they were unnaturally enlarged, big as Mrs. Townsend's breathtaking rack, even.
She circled the humming vibrator head around her breasts, in spirals which drew closer and closer to her nipples.
Her breath came in gasping pants.
The quivering of her pussy lips seemed in sync with her throbbing nipples.
Barbara closed her legs, crossing her ankles.
Her pussy seethed as she pressed it between her taut, rounded thighs. Her eyes bulged as she focused her attention on the videotape.
It was a real kinky one.. . one of her favorites.
It was about women girls in prison.
The "prison" was somebody's garage, rigged with some bondage gear. But the tape was in color, with halfway decent production values.
It didn't have much of a story these girls were in prison, where nasty things that they wound up loving were done to them by inmates, jailers, others.
Two nude girls were chained to the wall.
One girl was a tall skinny brunette with short hair and sharp features. The other was a juicier, big-titted, big-assed blonde.
A pair of bitch butch matrons were putting the girls through their paces. One was strong and stacked, the other was plump and mean.
Set into the garage's concrete block wall were some chains with cuffs. Both girls stood with their hands chained up at about shoulder height.
When Barbara returned her attention to the tape, the matrons were taking the sobbing blonde down off the wall where she was chained.
The girl had been strapped. Her ass was red, swollen, streaked, welted. She sobbed like a baby, big fat oily tears rolling down her cheeks.
The matrons flanked her, each of them holding the girl with black-gloved hands circling her upper arms.
The blonde walked slightly pitched forward, her big breasts dangling and swaying from side to side as she sobbed.
Her bush was a big dark brown patch of fur between her legs.
The matrons grabbed her tits and her pussy and her strapped ass as they hustied her away from the wall.
They dragged her to a wooden table, bent her face down across it. She leaned forward from the waist, lower body vertical, upper body horizontally stretched across the table top.
The blonde's hands were cuffed behind her back. Her head and tits hung over the front of the table, in easy access.
The mean fat matron went down on her knee at the girl's rear.
She slapped the blonde's red ass. The blonde opened her legs. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the table.
The strong stacked matron stripped.
She took off a button-down long-sleeved man-tailored shirt. Its front was stretched out of shape by her formidable bosom.
That bosom came into view when she stripped off the blouse, a pair of huge tits popping out of the blouse's open front.
"Ummmm," squirmed Barbara.
The matron flaunted her big tits for the fellow matron and the female prisoners.. . and for the benefit of Barbara herself.
Still, Barbara suspected that those tits were beefed up with silicon implants.
Not like hers Barbara was all-natural.
She wasn't into silicon-expanded tits. They always felt hard and lifeless and plastic. No, she'd stick to the real thing.
The video matron took off her skirt, too. She was not a natural blonde, as her dark black bush testified.
She stood naked, but for her cruising cap and her knee-high black leather boots with their high spiked heels.
She stood in front of the blonde prisoner, hands on hips, face sneering, arrogant.
She grabbed the prisoner's hair and ground her pussy into the girl's face.
Then she turned around and shoved her creamy ass cheeks in her face.
Barbara's mouth watered.
Christ I wish that was me getting a mouthful, she thought.. .
Her mouth needed filling, come to think of it. She pressed the head of the dildo vibrator up to her lips.
It vibrated too hard, so she switched off the vibrations. She had enough vibrations from her pair of cramped throbbing nipples.
She pressed her parted lips to the dildo head and gave it a hot sucking kiss.
Its smooth plastic pressed her lips. She rubbed the blunt edge of her tongue back and forth against the dildo head.
Then she stuck its head in her mouth, fastened her lips to the shaft below, and juicily sucked as she watched some more.
Uh-oh the blonde prisoner on the videotape squirmed and sobbed as she was given an enema.
The matrons loomed over the creamy big-titted blonde tied down on the table.
The naked strong matron held the red rubber bag aloft, while the heavyset buxom matron was greasing up the girl.
The blonde sobbed as he spanked ass cheeks were grabbed, gripped, and spread.
Humiliation rolled over her as her dimpled asshole was poked and prodded by the leering matron's thick, stubby forefinger.
Oh, I can't take too much more of this myself! thought Barbara.
The dildo head dripped with saliva from the uninhibited sucking she had been giving it. She guided it between her legs.
Already, she was wet, dripping.
She pressed the tip of the dildo head to her pussy lips, wedging them open.
Glistening pink membranes heaved in anticipation of more dildo.
She worked the fat knobbed head in her. It stretched her. Her pussy clamped down on it and held on tight.
Her clamped nipples and the bosom flesh surrounding them grew more sensitive as she guided the dildo within.
She hissed her pleasure as she pushed the dildo deeper, fitting it into herself, watching its pink shaft sink inside her.
It filled and stretched her so very nicely.
She worked it in and out, its pumping action making squelching sounds in her.
She put it in way deep, so only the last few inches of the base protruded out of her hot, clutching hole.
Then she reached for the last two clothespins.
Her pussy lips were spread, folded to the sides, their meaty shapes hugging the shaft of the dildo vibrator.
She pinched one of her pussy lips -
And gasped.
Her labia sizzled with extraordinary sensitivity. Handling herself like this sent her membranes into heaving convulsions.
She gripped the pussy lip between thumb and forefinger and pulled it more to the side, further stretching it.
Then she fastened a clothespin to it.
Barbara fastened the clothespin to the middle of her right labia, at its meatiest part. She fastened it with care.. .
She pulled the pussy lip, stretching it. She squeezed the clothespin jaws open, fitting it over the lush, hyper-sensitized labia.
The clothespin closed down on her tender flesh.
"Unhhhhhhh," Barbara moaned, electrified.
She gasped, squirmed. 90 per cent of her body awareness was centered down between her legs. Her eyes widened so all whites circled dark brown pupils.
Spasms of pleasure-pain shot through her. She clenched her teeth. She sat up straight, trembling, moaning, fidgeting.
The wooden clothespin protruded vertically from the pinched pussy lip.
After a minute passed, and she had gotten used to the sensations, she repeated the action, fastening the last clothespin to her left labia.
Then, as best as she could, she watched some more of the videotape.
On the TV screen, the matrons were finishing up giving the girl an enema.
The buxom, mean-faced matron held a butt plug hovering over the girl's red-strapped rear, while the tall strong matron withdrew the enema nozzle.
The nozzle was a long one not a rectal nozzle, but a douche nozzle.
The black leather gloved hands of the matrons clutched red, quivering bottom cheeks. The oversized butt plug hung poised, ready for insertion, greased.
As soon as the nozzle was pulled out of the girl's rear, the butt plug was immediately crammed in to take its place.
The substitution of butt plug for nozzle was accomplished with a minimum of fuss, and a minimum of leakage, too.
Now the blonde girl had the fat butt plug jammed in her rear, serving like a cork in a bottle to keep her filled with a gut-busting enema.
The girl's face reddened as dark as her strapped ass.
Barbara had the sound off, but that was okay. She liked to do that the dialogue she could think up was usually lots better than that which was actually on the soundtrack. Barbara had a positively filthy imagination.
Painful pressure on her pussy lips was making them go numb.
She took up the dildo vibrator, aimed its head at her slitted snatch.
She saw that the clothespins attached to her pussy lips quivered like a pair of wooden antennae mounted on her flesh.
The dildo vibrator was sticky with her own juices as she took it up.
She pressed its head to the base of her slit and worked its tip in.
Even the slightest tremors of agitation between her legs sent incredible sensations shooting through her pussy.
She had to work the dildo head into her very, very slowly, even though she liked, no, loved the pain in small doses.
Her breathing quickened. She sat leaning forward, head down, chin hunched to her chest, staring down at her pussy.
She worked the dildo up into her. She shifted her weight from one ass cheek to the other, working the dildo deeper inside.
Her mouth gaped; constant panting moans escaped her.
Barbara worked two-thirds of the dildo up inside her and left it there. Her juices oozed around the implement.
She held its protruding base and wiggled it, adding to her internal agitation.
On the screen, the heavyset matron lifted her skirt, exposing wide pink hips and a thick black bush and spreading buttocks.
She stood facing the bound plugged blonde. The prisoner sobbed and pleaded for release from plugged bondage.
The matron grabbed a fistful of the blonde hair and jerked the prisoner's wet, red, sobbing face up, level with her crotch.
She leaned forward, shoving her pussy into the girl's face, grinding her bush against a sobbing, yet servile mouth.
"Oh, yeah.. . " Barbara murmured. "Put it to her!"
Barbara's soft parts, nipples and labia, were afflicted with a creeping numbness which tended to cancel out that delicious pain.
She was just about ready.. .
Her pussy was rocked with internal tremors, convulsions which squeezed down on the dildo crammed into her pussy.
On the screen, the blonde prisoner's mouth was glued to the fat matron's crotch. Saliva smeared face and crotch.. .
Now the matron pulled away, wetness coating her front. The tall strong matron knelt at the rear of the table, at the girl's rear.
She untied the ropes binding the blonde prisoner to the table legs.
Time for Barbara to do some unbinding of her own.
She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
Then, swiftly, she freed the clothespins from her nipples. "Oh oh!"
When the nipples were freed from the clamping pressure, the numbness which had crept over them disappeared.
When a foot or limb has its normal circulation interrupted, it "goes to sleep" -which is what happened to Barbara's numb nipples.
And when that foot or limb has normal circulation restored, it suffers from that excruciating tingling known as "pins and needles."
Only it was not Barbara's feet and limbs which were afflicted, it was her nipples.
As numbness faded and sensation returned, Barbara was rushed with intense waves, centering in her nipples, spreading through the rest of her.
The first wave dizzied her.
On the video screen, the matrons hustled the blonde prisoner off the bondage table. The girl was hunched forward, her belly swollen.
The matrons flanked her on either side, each taking an arm. They hustled her over to a galvanized steel bucket standing on a plastic mat.
The girl her hands still bound behind her back was forced to squat down, hunkering her red ass over the mouth of the pail.
A matron reached between the girl's buttocks, wrapping gloved fingers around the bulblike top of the butt plug, and pulling.. .
Quickly, Barbara pulled the two clothespins off her pussy lips.
A second wave of sensation, doubly intense as the first, rose up from her pussy, so furiously that Barbara was almost blinded.
Her fumbling fingers found the switch at the base of the dildo, the switch which activated its vibrator mode. J
She switched it on.
Barbara came, and came, and came!
She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming, and held it gripped there like a bone held by a dog, all through her orgasm.
She shook. Her eyes were squeezed shut. All her masses of flesh were in motion, vibrated from -within.
On the screen, a brown torrent streamed from the blonde prisoner's uncorked anus.. .
Barbara collapsed.
For the moment, she had suffered a meltdown. She felt as if she melted from the inside-out, dissolving her into a human slut heap.
As if she had turned to jelly, she flopped down on the bed.
She lay shivering on her side, legs clasped, taut thighs pressing her pussy.
Stocking rustled against stocking from the trembling of her legs. In the rear, below her ass, between her thighs, could be seen her quivering pussy.
Some time passed.. .
Barbara floated in the afterglow. She felt filled with helium, like a balloon, floating high above it all.
So nice to be floating like this.. . so sweet.. .
Her nipples throbbed. They were swollen and dark and twice their normal erect size. They throbbed like pounding drums.
Her pussy lips quivered, too.
As did all the rest of her.. .
Barbara rolled on her back. The dildo vibrator was still inserted in her, but its vibrator action was switched off.
A few seconds with the vibrator switched on between her legs had been all that was needed, to send her spinning into deep orgasm.
A shriek shattered Barbara's perfect tranquility.
At first, Barbara was so befuddled and dazed that she was totally at a loss as to what was happening.
A second shriek sounded, from upstairs, and even Barbara realized who it was that had shrieked:
Wendy!
And what had happened to her: Johnny!
Barbara pulled the vibrator out, and jumped up from the bed, and threw on some clothes, and hastened upstairs -