Back at my motel room, I took a double dose of vitamins, showered, shaved and changed into jeans and a dark grey tee shirt. I had a mental list of things I wanted to accomplish early in the day, so I could take Carols advise and get some rest.
I stopped by the dry cleaners to take care of my wrinkled jacket, shirt and cum spotted pants. I told the woman there, that I wouldn't be able to pick them up for at least two weeks. Next I went to "Dick's Sporting Goods Store" and got a good quality leather wrist band from the body building section. My next stop was "J.C. Pennies", for some clothes. Laugh if you want, but I like their Stafford Collection of men's clothes. It's good quality for the price. I bought two pair of casual slacks, two short sleeve dress shirts and a sharp looking solid black polo shirt.
My last stop was, "World Wide Wine and Beer". A specialty store that I had never been in, but had seen a TV ad for. A word of caution, unless you have deep pockets, do not go in there and say, "I'm looking for a really good bottle of dinner wine."
Foolishly I did, only to find myself presented with a two hundred and forty dollar bottle of wine that I couldn't even pronounce the name of.
I delicately handed the bottle back, while saying, "How about showing me an, OK, bottle of dinner wine. I figure I can spend as much as one hundred dollars for two bottles."
Where on Gods green earth, I came up with that hundred dollar figure, I had no clue. It was just one of those insane moments, when my mouth starts saying things before my brain has a chance to say, "Woe, Hold On."
I wanted to impress Carol, but not to the tune of fifty bucks a bottle. Fortunately the salesman, had a sense of humor.
"No problem. I can get you a good wine that will impress the lady and won't leave you broke, and I guarantee, you'll be able to pronounce the name."
He brought me, to the middle of the wine section and handed me a bottle of Santa Margarita, Private Reserve. He presented the bottle, in the same loving way as he did the big bucks bottle, saying, "And this is only thirty seven fifty, that should bring you under budget and I'll give you two dollars off each bottle if you buy a third."
Some where in this store I had lost my common sense, because I heard myself say, "OK, I'll take three."
When I got back out to my car, where my common sense was waiting for me. It kicked in and asked, "What in the hell did you just do. You went in there to get a nice ten dollar bottle of wine, and dropped over a hundred bucks. What happened!"
I shook my head and said out loud, to my bewildered common sense, "Wow, that was a good salesman."
I then had a momentary urge to return the wine. That was quickly replaced by fear. Yes, I was afraid, if I went back in, I'd come out with a case. Sure enough, as I looked up, I saw several people walking out with full cases of wine. I started the engine and got out of there, vowing not to return until I made my first million.
On the way back to my motel room I got a call from Melanie. "Congratulations, your offer was accepted."
Suddenly, I was on cloud nine, finally, my own place. "That's great, thanks Melanie."
"Well, I need you to come by the office and sign some paper work. I'll get everything rolling for you, even the financing, if you want."
"That would be great, I'll be there in less than an hour." I rushed back to the motel, gave my new cloths a quick iron, changed into my slacks and new black polo shirt and headed over to Progress Realty. I was excited to see Melanie again, but I knew in this setting, we had to keep it professional.
When I walked in, I could see mixed emotions cross her face, so I spoke up and from half way across the office, "Hi Melanie. Thanks for the quick call. I was so excited to hear my offer had been accepted, I rushed over as quickly as I could. You said, you have some papers for me to sign?"
The relief on her face was noticeable. "Yes John, why don't you step into this office, where it's quiet and I'll get the paper work and join you."
Without a word, I did as she asked and waited for only a minute before she stepped in and closed the door.
Her first words were, "Thank you for coming in the way you did. I was so afraid... Well you know."
"Yes, I do know. That's exactly why I did it. Anyway, you said you had things to sign, so we had best get to it."
One hour later we were done. Melanie was going to take care of everything and I promised my accountant would get her the financial papers she was going to need for the financing.
Before getting up to leave. I asked, "What time is dinner, Carol never did say."
"Oh," Melanie was surprised, because she had no idea either. "Let me call.
"Doctor Rhodes please," a full minute passed. "Carol; it's Melanie, what time is dinner? I... Ah... OK. See you then, Bye.
"Carol said to come over right after work, and we'd eat around 6:30. She also has a friend that will be joining us."
That was fine with me, but I could see Melanie seemed a bit distressed at the news of someone else being at the dinner.
"Melanie," I interrupted her thoughts. "Do you want me to pick you up tonight, I do know where you live."
"Oh God no," she replied. "I'd be the talk of the Complex if they ever saw a man pick me up and quite possibly not get me home until tomorrow. How about if I pick you up. You are staying at the Holliday Inn, right?"
"Yup. Just give me a call when you're close, I'll meet you outside."
With that, I winked at her, got up and turned to the door when I heard her say, "By the way John, you look really sexy in that new shirt."
I walked out the door with a smile on my face and hollered back an exceptionally loud "Bye!" ------------
Melanie called at 4:30 and said she would be leaving her place in just a couple of minutes. She promised to call again when she got off the freeway. Good to her word, I got the call, grabbed the three bottles of wine, the leather wrist band and walked out side, just as she pulled up to the motel entrance.
Normally, it would have been only a fifteen minute ride to Carols place, but today there was a four car pile-up and we were stuck in snail pace traffic.
"Melanie." I asked, "I know Carol is a doctor, but is she a GP or a specialist?"
"Carol, is a do-it-all in the field of Women's Medicine." She could see I had a puzzled look on my face. "Ok, do you like my breasts?"
"I love them, I'm getting a woody just thinking about them."
"Then, you should thank Carol. She made them what they are."
"So, she's a plastic surgeon?"
"When she has to be, but she is also a shrink, a dermatologist, in general, if it involves a woman's health and mental well being, Carol is the Doctor to see."
"Wow, I'm impressed. Very impressed."
We arrived at Carols mini mansion just before 5:30. Carol hadn't gotten home yet but her maid let us in, took the wine and escorted us to the outside sitting area and garden. Before leaving us, she asked if there was anything she could get us.
Both Melanie and I were more than content to just sit out here and let our senses soak up the sights, sounds and smells of the miniature paradise. I was right, Carol knew how to live and I was beginning to feel like I should have bought that bottle of two hundred and forty dollar French wine.
Carol arrived fifteen minutes later, toting a mousy looking woman behind her. She whisked past us, saying, "We need to change, won't take a minute."
Fifteen minutes later, Carol came gliding in, wearing a white satin robe that seemed to float around her. She was followed by Ms. Mousy, a may-be five foot woman. It was hard to tell, her shoulders slouched and she wouldn't lift her head to look anyone in the eyes. She had mousy brown hair, cut into the shape of a football helmet. However, once she lifted her head, I noticed she had deep brown eyes, that with some help could look very attractive.
I remember thinking, "Thank God she is wearing a big robe." I wondered if the rest of her was just as unimpressive.
Carol must have undressed her, put her into one of her silk robes, a red one, and then either she or her maid must have pinned it up so it wouldn't drag on the floor.
Mind you, both Melanie and Carol have bodies a Greek Goddess would kill for. It was kind of unfair to judge this woman against them, but it was hard for me to see her as anything but mousy.
I know, I'm using that word a lot, but wimpy, door-matish, dull, they don't give the full picture. -However MOUSY is the perfect word for her.
I glanced over at Melanie and saw a look of pity and sadness as she viewed this poor creature. I then caught a look of minor disapproval from Carol, as she noticed my expression.
Carol focused her attention on Ms. Mousy again, becoming exceedingly sweet and elementary in her speech. "Kay, this is my friend, Melanie and this," there was a brief pause, with just the slightest hint of a glare. "This is both Melanie and my friend John. -- Everyone, this is Kay; she has kindly agreed to join us for dinner."
Oh My God, I thought, Carol is being so sappy sweet. I'm going to hurl. When I heard her use the word, Everyone, I looked around to see if a few dozen people had just walked in. What happened to the quick witted woman I met yesterday.
"John!" Carol's now sharp voice snapped me back to earth. "John."
"Shit," I thought, she just swung back to sappy sweet.
"I understand you brought us some very nice wine. Would you be so kind as to pour us each a glass? Oh, I forgot, you don't know where the glasses are. Come, let me show you."
Taking my hand like a little boy, she led me into the kitchen , where there were four glasses of wine, already poured. A baffled look crossed my face.
"Are you thick John!"
"Ahh," this was the woman that I knew as Carol. "I know you have more intuitive power than what you're showing tonight."
"Woe. What's this all about?"
"Ok, we don't have much time, so listen."
I interrupted her, "You forgot to add, You stupid dolt."
She smiled, looked at me and said, "I thought that part was understood."
I feigned shock and hurt.
She started again, "Kay is one of my patients, she lacks self confidence."
"No Shit." I interrupted again.
She paused, looking hurt. "Feel for her John, that's all I'm asking you to do."
Now I was contrite, or at least I was until I figured out, "You want me to fuck her, don't you, admit it."
"No John, that's not what I want, I just want you to make her have a female ejaculation and let her do the rest."
"And. -- The difference is?"
"I honestly think you can help her or help her, help herself."
"Now I feel like a shit again," I told Carol.
Her response was, "Good you deserve to feel that way."
"Fine. -- How have you envisioned all this working?"
"Don't worry John, just follow my lead."
"My God have mercy on my soul."
Carol as quick as ever, "It's not God you have to worry about."
As we each took two glasses, I replied, "Isn't that the truth."
Carol looked back and gave me one of her smiles and a wink.
"I'm becoming pussy whipped." I said as we entered the room. A statement that caught the attention of both women.
We were all engrossed in small talk, when the maid came in and announced that everything had arrived and was on the table.
"Oh, I'm starved." Carol said as she lead us to the dining room.
"Wow, Carol, you went all out."
There on our plates was lobster tail, shrimp scampi, what looked like filet of sole, string beans, a baked potato and a salad, all laid out in a presentation style. Oh yeah, Carol really knows how to live.
After we ate, Carol asked Melanie for some help with the coffee and dessert. I assumed, to give her instructions. However when they came back Melanie was wearing the same terry robe as last night.
As we were drinking our coffee, Carol became serious. "Melanie, Kay, you both know I asked you to come here tonight as observers, while John attempts to make me have a full blown Female Ejaculation. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Are you ready John?"
I took a last sip of coffee and nodded. We all rose and followed Carol into the spare bedroom. ------------
As before, everything was neatly laid out, except the night stand had been moved. It was now directly behind where I was going to be standing.
On the night stand were several small hand towels, no less than five different dildos and three bottles of lube. There were two chairs, one on each side of the night stand.
Melanie moved quickly and took the chair closest to the headboard, leaving Kay with no choice as to which chair was hers.
With her usual authorial flourish, Carol removed her robe and I heard Kay take a quick breath at the sight of Carols body. As for me I had an instant hard on, complete with wet spot.
Carol lay on the bed, I laid my hand on her and stroked her belly. I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Please relax Darlan. -- This is all for you and no one else. -- I want your thoughts to be on you and only you. -- Promise me."
She whispered her reply, "Yes baby. It's just you and me. Now, make me proud."
I began. First, I let fall several small drops of lube on each nipple and areola. I then began to pull and pinch her right nipple, ignoring her left one completely. I added another droplet of lube to both and let my finger slide around her areola. It began to pucker, making her breasts look pointy.
Carols nipples fascinated me. The light brown skin of her breasts were accented by perfectly centered chocolate colored areolas, soft and smooth to the touch. They were very responsive and the silver dollar size circles would contract, raising her nipples higher. The nipples themselves were the color of eggplant. They were course in texture and feel. It was always a delightful sensation to let my tongue slide from her perfect smooth soft flesh to the course hard tips.
She began to heave her chest a little higher, turning slightly in an effort to remind me, there were two that needed attention. But still I ignored her left nipple. Finally, she brought her own hand up to it and pinched and twisted it, giving it the attention it needed. When I saw it grow hard, I knew I could move on.
My hand slid across her sculpted belly, to the mound that had no hair. I moved my palm over it and captured her labia between my fingers. Pinching the lips together, I applied some pressure and rocked it back and fourth. She was now pleasuring both nipples and was elevating her hips to the movement of my hand.
Carol was responding well and I was ready to move on. I Stopped for only a second to apply a large dollop of lube to my fingers, I then slid them between her now swollen lips. As I passed over her clit I saw her neck and shoulders come up. Carol was responding very fast, almost to fast. She wasn't following the progression I thought she would. Instead of playing with her clit I decided to try another track.
I slid my middle and ring finger into her as deep as I could and did not raise them to search for a swelling spongy spot that I knew would be there. I kept a steady pressure against her as I pushed my little finger into her rectum. You would have thought someone ran a jolt of electricity through her, as her body lurched.
I wasn't sure what that reaction meant. I decided to continue with what I was doing. I began to rock my hand back and forth with my little finger sliding in and out. Her hole body was now turning rigid.
"Damn," I thought. This is not the effect I had hoped for.
I slid my fingers out of her and moved my face down to hers. I brushed my lips across her lips, then moved to her ear. "Baby, -- relax and moan for me. --- Tell me what you need. -- Cry out in joy when you come my love. -- Let go and come for me."
I knew, now was the time for her to squirt. The question was, "How to get her there." I didn't know if I could find the answer, but I was determined to try.
I slid my fingers back inside and felt her gland, swollen larger than any I had felt before. Carol was ready, but she was still holding back. I pushed and pumped her swollen gland. I applied pressure on her belly with my other hand. Still, she wouldn't let go.
I had to do something. So, I yelled at her, "Carol Let Go! -- I Want To Hear You! -- Now, Damn It! -- Come Now!!!"
With a scream that sounded like No and Yes intermingled Carol started to spray not squirt. She sprayed and sprayed as she screamed and thrashed about wildly.
I pinned the top of her body to the bed with my chest as I whisked my right hand across her clit. She cried tears as she moaned out the last of her orgasm.
"Quick." I said to Kay, "Put one of those dildos in her."
"What," she replied?
My first instinct was to yell at her, but I restrained myself and softly said, "Please, she needs it now, please help."
She did. She separated her legs and gently slid the dildo in.
I was leaning over Carol, my chest still pinning her, my lips near her ear. Tears were still coming. But Carol managed to put an arm around me and snuggled her face into my neck. She whispered, "Thank you John."
"Don't thank me yet, we're not done."
I gave her a few minutes before I stood and removed the dildo. I inserted my fingers and began to pump. After all that spraying and a brief respite she was still swollen.
"Come on baby." I slid my fingers over her clit. "Lets hear it."
As I pumped back into her, she started, "Harder John, harder."
Then as I slid my fingers out she cried, "Nooo, don't stop now!"
That was when I began brutally thrusting my fingers back in her, slapping my hand hard against her cunt.
She cried out loudly, "Yes, yes, fuck me! Please fuck me. Make me come!"
I stopped thrusting and began to just tap hard against her large swollen gland.
"Oh, John, I can feel it. I can -- feel the - pressure build, inside meee, and it's, it's working - its way up -- and I'm. YES!"
She bucked hard, dislodging my fingers and began to squirt. As she squirted she reached down and briskly rubbed her clit. Fanning the massive spray back up over her own body. When her convulsions subsided she fell back, exhausted from both the physical and emotional ride.
My arm and wrist was sore and tired, but my prick was about to burst from the pent up sexual energy of Carols orgasms. I knew I had to put it aside, at least for the moment, while I took care of Carols needs first.
This time, Melanie was the one to insert a fresh dildo. While I toweled Carols body off and then put a fresh large bath towel over her.
Melanie looked at me. She seemed troubled and a bit frightened. "John, what just happened here, her scream scared the hell out of me. I thought she was in pain. I didn't know what to do."
Melanie's concerns, momentarily took my mind off my needs. I thought for a moment before I answered her. "Melanie, when you ejaculated, did you not feel a release of some emotional baggage at the same time."
"You mean Carol has emotional baggage?"
"We all do," I replied. "Most of the time we easily deal with it, but some times it's a great burden to carry. Carols burden is not for me to say, I have only been able to guess at some of it.
"And Kay. I'm guessing you were brought here in the hopes that you too would release some of the baggage you carry. "
Kay, suddenly embarrassed, looked like she might run out of the house."
All this time, Carol was watching and listening, despite her exhaustion. She sensed the same thing. "Kay," she said. "John is right, and I'll share this with only the three of you.
"From the time I was in my early teens, through my junior year of High School, my father would rape me, several times a week. He was a perverted bastard! He made a collection of smooth rounded wood batons, in four different sizes. From the size of his thumb to the size of his large dick.
"My mother worked late many days, that's when he would wait for me to come home from school. He had a ritual. Greeting me with the greased batons in his hand. He would make me hold them as he stripped me from the waist down. He'd make me bend over and grab my ankles, while he'd take his time as he pushed the smallest one up my ass. Then I'd have to walk into his bedroom, lay on the bed and wait for him. Some times I'd lay there for over an hour, wanting it to be over.
"He must have known how it tormented me. Finally, when he'd come in, naked, making sure I saw his stiff prick. He'd roughly grab my ankles, lifting them and spreading them wide. Then he'd make me grab his prick and start to feed it into my cunt. When he was done, I still had more to endure.
"If I made any noise as he raped me he would use the next size baton in my ass, and make me masturbate with the largest dowel until he was convinced that I had a quiet orgasm. He was hard to convince.
"There were times where I'd have to come four and five times for him. If I made a single sound he'd yank the baton out of my ass and shove the next size in. He got his greatest pleasure when he would yank the last one out, because that meant he could shove his cock in my ass, as I fucked myself with a stick that was as big as his dick.
"That was where I learned the art of having a silent orgasm, and it stuck with me until now.
"John has a great talent. He sensed I had a problem and in a very special way. Fixed it or helped me fix it. For the first time I can ever remember I heard myself scream in orgasmic pleasure.
"He also, instinctively helped Melanie."
"How did John help me, aside from giving me the most earth shattering orgasm I ever had."
"Melanie, take off your robe. Lay back on the bed with your legs hanging off and let John make love to you like he did this morning. Come on John, don't be shy, I can tell you're ready to explode," Carol said.
Melanie laid back and I looked at her, "God you're gorgeous," I said.
It took a lot of will power, not to just stick my dick into her and fuck myself silly. I wanted this to be good for the both of us. I knelt down in front of her, put my head between her legs and began to suck and lick every inch of Melanie's cunt. The spot just below and at the base of her tiny clit seemed to be one of her pleasure points and I concentrated my attention on it. She brought her legs over my shoulders and curled them around my neck as she tilted her cunt up so my tongue penetrated her as she groaned and shuddered thru her release.
Her legs relaxed from around my neck. My need to come was strong and I stood, sliding her legs down my chest until my prick slid into her crack, past her tight pucker and the head lodged into her expectant hole. I stayed like that, savoring the feeling of her flesh against mine.
"Oh God you feel so, so good." I moaned.
"John, fuck me, fuck me hard, make me squirt."
I pushed my dick into her and began to pound as she encouraged me on, "Yes. - Like that. - Just like that. - I can feel it."
I could feel the cum in my balls getting close to eruption, when her voice changed again to that of desperation.
"Oh God, take it out." she cried as she began to buck. I knew I needed a few more strokes so I held her legs tight against me as I savagely drove into her. She was screaming "I need to go, - take it out - now!."
Two more thrusts and I pulled out. She began to squirt immediately. On her second pulse that splashed against my straining cock, I shot my load and we were both covered in each others cum.
Breathing heavily, I managed to push Melanie further back onto the bed, crawled up between her legs and slid my dick back into her, knowing that her pulses would revive it. As I lay on top of her, I caught a quick glimpse of Kay, looking flushed and her hand busily working between her legs.
"Melanie," I whispered in her ear. "You always smell good, but the smell of sex on you is intoxicating. The next time I get you to squirt I want my mouth down there to drink every drop."
"Ok, you two love birds," Carol interrupted our bedroom murmurings. "I have a question for Melanie. Do you notice anything different?"
"Do you mean the way he feels inside me," Melanie responded?
"No, not that," Carol said with a sly smile.
"Does it have something to do with the way I climax?"
"No!" Carol said with a harsh tone of exasperation, "Melanie, are you having a Blonde moment here or what."
"I don't understand," Melanie was getting flustered.
"Ok. Time out. I want you to look into John's eyes. Now, what do you see."
"I see love, I see caring and I see he is getting horny again."
That was all Carol could take. "You are a ditsy blonde," she said. "Look, he has his dick in you and he is laying on top of you. Do you get it now!"
The light bulb clicked on, with a half second of terror and then she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in so tight I thought my ribs would crack.
"Wow," I croaked out. "Those gym lessons are really paying off."
"Ok, OK, break it up. John has work to do."
"What?" I said with a stupid look on my face.
"Oh God," Carol spoke. "Don't tell me you're having a blonde moment too."
That was when I heard Kay Laugh and my head snapped up.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to laugh."
"Why not," I said as I rolled off of Melanie and began to dress. "You have a beautiful laugh, it seems to light up your face. As a matter of fact you should probably laugh a lot more."
She blushed.
"Kay." Carol stepped in, "This is strictly up to you, but you have seen the transformation of two women here tonight. I can't promise that the same thing will happen to you, but I can promise that John will deliver one hell of an orgasm."
Kay paused. For a minute I thought she might back out. When I heard her say, almost out of character, "Why the hell not."
Carol put down a fresh clean blanket, because she had drenched the bed. Kay dropped her oversize robe and quickly began to lay down, when I stopped her.
"Woe, woe. Wait a minute. Stand back up and turn around," I said.
With a red face, she did. I was truly surprised when I saw her naked body. It appeared that Kay had just begun sessions at a tanning salon. Originally, I thought she was dark complexioned, now I saw the small diamond shaped area around each nipple, accenting the upturned reddish brown buds. A rectangular patch over her narrow strip of dark brown pubic hair and labia seemed to highlight them. Her breasts were close set, giving her a lot of cleavage and making her breasts appear large.
"I have died and gone to heaven. Where else could a man expect to be with the three most beautiful women in the world. No wonder they say good things come in small packages. Be still my beating heart," I said as I grabbed my crotch.
"That's not your heart," giggled Melanie. Who was now with a dildo in her pussy, and as I glanced at Carol, so did she.
"Quit playing and get to work, did you think that meal was free." Carol coaxed.
"Ok," I said. "Come on over here Kay."
She did and laid down, instantly spreading her legs and picked a spot on the ceiling.
Time to try something different, I thought. So, I began to draw little circles on her body with my finger and a few drops of lube.
I heard Carol whisper to Melanie, "Watch this, he seems to know exactly what to do and when to do it."
I paid no attention as I continued to draw circles on her breasts, belly, arms, legs, knees and finally when I drew one on her forehead she asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, "Braking ice, its fun you should try it. Anyway, now that the ice is broken, we should talk."
That's when she got it and started to laugh. "Oh God," I sighed. "I love your laugh, I can't describe how it makes me feel and it seems to be most effective on me when you're naked."
I hollered out, "Carol is this your work too, they look good enough to eat." As I poked one of my fingers into Kay's breast.
"No," Kay replied. "They are all mine."
"Well in that case," I dipped my head and sucked her right nipple into my mouth while massaging the rest of her breast.
At first she just lay there and let me suck. This is not working I thought, and I reached over and took her hand and put it on the back of my head and then did the same with her other hand. It started to work. I softly nipped and sucked, as her fingers started to intertwine in my hair and slowly she started to pull my head harder against her breast.
Yes, she was getting ready. I slid my hand down to her belly and she tensed, so I slid my lips off her breast and started to work my way down to her mound. I felt her start to release her hands from my head and I firmly pushed them back in place. She did not remove them again, until I lifted my head, but only after sliding my tongue along her slit.
I was licking and sucking her small clit until I felt it harden and heard what I could only describe as mewing sounds. I put a large quantity of lube on my fingers and used my left hand to spread her lips as I made sure to get her vagina well lubed. It was a good thing I did, she was extremely tight. I wasn't even sure I could get two fingers into her.
I put more lube on my fingers and began. First, sliding them over her clit and letting one finger slip in. Finally, with numerous fast strokes over her clit and down, both fingers went in.
I was afraid to pull them out. Afraid that I wouldn't get them back in. I just applied pressure with my entire palm, rocking it to and froe as my fingers found a small, very spongy spot.
I began to tap, in short bursts at first and as I increase my tempo, Kay began to writhe. I heard her say, "Fuck me. Then louder. "Fuck Me, Fuck Me Harder. I need something fucking my ass."
I must be slow, because I didn't figure it out until I saw Carol with a small dildo, lubing it up. Carol reached down to spread Kay's cheeks. As Kay felt her cheeks being spread, she lifted her ass. As Kay lifted, Carol pushed it in. There was a scream of pain and pleasure mixed. Then there was a gush, from Kay, that shot straight up and almost hit the ceiling fan.
I was amazed, my fingers were still in her. I thought, it was because she couldn't' lift high enough to dislodge them. So I pushed up again. Another gusher shot up and another cry, but not of pain. "Ahhh, fuck my ass," she yelled.
I found it hard to believe this was the same mousy Kay. I pushed again and another gush spewed from her. I pushed three more times with the exact same results, only now, Kay was panting heavily.
She was still in an arch and I found that I couldn't remove my fingers. They were jammed between her pelvic bone and the dildo. Every time I'd try and remove them she would squirt and hoarsely cry out. Then she would cramp up again and further crush my fingers with another orgasm.
Maybe it was the panic in my face, but both Melanie and Carol came rushing over.
"What's wrong," they asked? As Kay shuddered again.
"My fingers are stuck in side her, jammed between her bones and the dildo."
Kay was stuck in an arched position, probably because it hurt if she even tried to move. The only flexible thing here, was the dildo and it had to come out.
"Kay baby," Carol said. "If you can hold on, I can get something that will numb around the dildo."
"Oh, Carol, I can..." Another spasm hit before she could finish her sentence. "Can't wait, out now!"
"Brace yourself," Carol said.
With a strong pull it popped out of her ass and with a scream, Kay collapsed and fell off my numb fingers. Carol was between Kay legs in a flash, checking her rectum and vagina and with a sigh of relief, Carol said, "She's fine."
That's when Kay seemed to come out of it.
"Oooh, I need something in me, I need it now."
Both Carol and Melanie were at her side with a dildo and neither of them could get it to go in. "She is to tight."
Kay complained louder. In a demanding tone, "I said put something in my cunt, I need it now!"
"John! Stick your fingers back in her," Carol demanded!
I took a look at my now blue and swollen fingers, then grabbed Kay's hand, and stuck two of her own fingers in her.
With that Kay began, "I need something in my ass."
Carol tried to console her, "Baby you jus..." She was interrupted by.
"I said, stick something in my fucking ass, now!"
Carol grabbed the closest dildo and shoved it in. That shut her up, because Kay closed her eyes and faded off into sleep.
I looked at Melanie and then at Carol. They both seemed thunder struck. I held my hand up, it was beginning to swell.
I said, "See Carol, no good deed goes unpunished."
I began to laugh and Carol started as Melanie chimed in, "I need a fucking drink and I need it now!"
We all laughed and went out to get our well earned drinks. Leaving Kay where she lay.
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