Georgetta: The Bet Part II
by The Dolphin (MF rom slow)
The Bet Part II: Saturday Morning
Chapter 7: Morning Experiment
Copyright 2000 The Dolphin31p@hotmail.com
Georgetta rolled over and looked at the clock. '8:30' glared the numbers on
the digital dial. She leaned her head back into the pillow and then glanced
over at Chris sleeping beside her. His chest rose and fell softly with his
breathing, deep and heavy. He was a very heavy sleeper - he'd sleep the
morning away if she let him.
She closed her eyes and thought again about the events of the prior evening.
Her hand idly wandered down her belly to her pussy. She touched the
tender lips softly. She was actually a little sore. "How many times did I
come last night?" she thought to herself. "Five? Six? - good God was it
actually seven?" It wasn't totally her fault that she had lost count.
Still, it was an awful lot more than she came in a normal weekend for them.
And it was only Saturday morning! As her fingers continued their soft
caress, she realized she was still pretty horny.
She sat up slightly and looked around the room. Chris' jeans, Harley shirt,
and boots were scattered around the room. She spotted pieces of her leather
outfit cast around at different places too - a stocking over a chair, her
miniskirt and halter across the room. And of course the chain hanging from
the two loops from the oaken beam running across the room. She knew she'd
never wake up and look at the beam the same way again. She looked around
again - there it was - just over on the floor to the side of the bed near
the milk crate.
She folded the covers back and carefully got up out of the bed. Chris
didn't even move. She crossed the floor barefoot and picked up the vibrator
where Chris had tossed it last evening. She walked into the bathroom and
ran it under the water from the sink, and then dried the toy off with the
hand towel. She quickly used the toilet, washed her face and brushed her
teeth. Her free hand toyed with the vibrator idly as she finished brushing.
"Hmmm, I wonder," she thought to herself. She set the toy down on the
vanity and walked back out into the bedroom. Chris's duffel bag was on the
floor next to the bed, and she picked it up and walked back into the
bathroom. She pushed the door shut, locked the knob, set the bag on the
sink, and looked inside. The box for the vibrator was inside. The price
tag was still on it in fact - $84.99. "Wow" she thought to herself. "Worth
every cent," she thought again.
She looked quickly through the other items in the duffel bag. Other than
the box for the vibrator, Chris had several more lengths of chains, each
with locks on each end. She pulled out another pair of black leather cuffs,
similar to the ones she had worn last night. She pulled these out and
looked at the tag - Ankle Cuffs. She examined these for a minute. The
insides were softly padded, but each cuff had its own little lock on the
fastener. She put those back inside the bag.
A magazine was wedged underneath some of the gear, and she pulled it out and
read the cover. It was a sex paraphernalia catalog, and not a magazine as
she had first thought. She set it aside and kept looking through the bag.
Another black leather band came out, studded with silver studs. The tag on
this one indicated "Neck Collar". She tossed it back inside. Digging
further revealed a spare set of briefs for him and another black T-shirt.
The last item was a small fabric bag, which, when she opened it, revealed a
pair of silver handcuffs and keys. She opened up one of the cuffs and then
clicked it close it on her left wrist, click-click-clicking it further until
it was tight around her wrist. She shook the cuff and chain, listening to
the jingle it made. She unlocked the cuff, and placed the cuffs and the
keys back into their bag and set them back inside the duffel.
She set the bag back on the sink and picked up the box for the vibrator.
The printing on the box advertised it as the Ultimate Teaser Vibrator.
"Aptly named," she agreed.
The directions for the toy were inside, a small scrap of paper printed on
both sides, along with a spare set of AA batteries. She read through the
directions. They explained the five settings on the toy. Chris had made
her set it to Setting #2, which was the short-span off and on. The sex toy,
in this setting, would turn on for a six minute period, and then switch to a
three-minute-on and a two-minute-off cycle. Setting three was a fixed
two-on and two-off setting. Setting #1 was a low speed, and Setting #4 was
a medium speed, and setting #5 the high speed. The directions also
described the remote control for the unit, which could override any of the
settings other than low.
She turned the vibrator onto the low setting and felt its buzz between her
hands. She brought it up to her right breast and held it softly there
against the nipple and aureole. Her nipple slowly stiffened and tightened,
standing up to receive the attention of the silver vibrator. She brought
the vibrator over to her left breast and brought that nipple erect as well.
Feeling hornier, she moved the vibrator down and touched it up against
herself between her thighs, feeling its throbbing nose push up against the
top of her pussy. Slowly, she moved it up and down the outside of her
pussy. She felt her own juices seep out slightly, and then felt a slight
trickle down her inner thigh. She brought her other hand up, and slowly
inserted her first finger inside her, pressing softly. She paused for a
second and turned the vibrator up to its medium setting. She placed her
finger back inside and started pressing it up and in against her soft flesh.
She adjusted the angle of the vibrator and placed its tip hard against her
clitoris. She turned and leaned back against the bathroom vanity, spreading
her legs slightly to allow easier access to her pussy. Her head rolled back
and she shut her eyes, enjoying the feelings of her fingers and the
vibrator.
She pulled her fingers from inside her and brought her left hand up to
caress her breasts. She squeezed her nipples between her forefingers and
thumbs, alternating from breast to breast. Her right hand slid the vibrator
up and down the lips of her pussy, rubbing against the sensitive nub of her
clitoris.
She dropped the tip of the vibrator down and pushed its nose inside of her.
It easily entered her, and she pushed it in deeper until only the bottom
portion where the control knob was remained in her fingertips. She slowly
started working it in and out of her, pulling it completely out and holding
it against her clitoris for several seconds after every fourth or fifth
thrust. She stopped for another second to move the setting to high, and
then pushed it back inside of her. She twisted her nipple with her left
hand, pumped the vibrator in and out with right, and, still somewhat aroused
from the night before, felt the orgasm wash over her.
"Mmmmmpppf-aaaaargggmmm---mmmmmmmppppphhhpp" slipped out of her lips before
she remembered Chris in the other room and tried to keep her mouth closed.
She had to pull the vibrator away, as her clitoris and pussy were suddenly
too tender and sensitive to be touched. Slowly, she calmed down, slowly
reducing the speed of her thrusts of the vibrator inside her now very wet
pussy. As the throbbing in her head and body subsided slightly, she
withdrew the silver toy from inside and brought it up to her lips, and
impulsively licking some of the liquid on its silver surface. She thought
she could taste both her own juice and maybe even some of Chris's as well.
"Hmmmm - and how many times did HE come inside of me" she thought. Another
voice inside her head told her that she had just orgasmed for her seventh or
eighth h time of the weekend.
She turned the vibrator off and set it down on the sink. She picked up the
facecloth and ran it under some warm water from the sink. She carefully
washed her face and neck, and then softly washed off either breast. She
worked the cloth down her chest and across her tummy, before moving it
between her legs and thighs. She rubbed the cloth up and down between her
legs, even poking a small bit of it inside, cleaning up the remaining juices
from her little morning interlude.
She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair carefully. She really
needed to wash it she thought, working out a snarl from one side. She
brushed her hair for several minutes, and managed to restore a bit of bounce
and shape to her dark mass of curls.
She set the brush down and then picked up and rinsed off the vibrator, again
drying it on the hand towel. She set it back down and then turned and
walked into the bedroom. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a
pair of white panties, sliding them over her legs and pulling them into
place. A pair of gym shorts and a sweatshirt from the closet finished her
attire. She decided to leave Chris sleeping and see about getting some
breakfast. She wasn't too sure she could handle another orgasm right now,
and Chris always woke up in a horny mood on Saturday mornings.
She ducked under the chains hanging from the beam and walked into the
kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out the orange juice and
poured herself a glass. She set it down on the kitchen table and sat in the
chair. She took a sip and sat there, reflecting on the events of the last
12 hours or so. She was still slightly amazed at herself for using the
vibrator like that in the bathroom. Up until last night she had never even
seen one - now she had casually used it to get herself off like it was an
old friend.
She took another sip of the juice. She remembered the catalog that Chris
had in his duffel bag, and she got up and walked back through the bedroom
and into the bathroom. She picked up the duffel, grabbed the vibrator, and
walked back into the kitchen. She set the bag down on the table and fished
out the catalog, and spread it open on the kitchen table.
It certainly wasn't at all like the Victoria Secret Catalogs she got every
two weeks or so. The catalog contained all kinds of sexual paraphernalia.
There were post-it notes in the catalog at certain places, and she
recognized the vibrator, the halter-top, the stockings, the wrist and ankle
cuffs, the neck collar, the chains and locks, and the "spreader bar". "A
spreader bar," she thought to herself. "Seems like an accurate enough
name," she thought, remembering how Chris had used it on her last night to
spread her legs before he fucked her.
Many of the items in the catalog surprised her though. Vibrators of all
shapes and sizes stood out from the pages. One female model was wearing
her halter-top, but was wearing some type of leather panties-device that had
one of the vibrators attached to it where a penis would be on a man! She
was amazed at the sizes of some of the sexual toys - 2-foot vibrators for
example. How could anyone possibly use something that size? She glanced up
at the silver one next to her on the table. It was about six inches or so
long and maybe an inch in diameter, and it certainly filled her up! Of
course, she was more petite than some of the amazon-sized brunettes and
blondes depicted in the catalog. Could someone actually use something that
size?
One picture caught her attention. It was a dark-haired woman bent over face
down on a table, with her legs spread apart by a spreader bar. Her legs
were fasted to the legs of the table, while her breasts were flat against
the tabletop and her arms attached to the legs on the other side of the
table. Another woman stood beside her, dressed in a similar lingerie
outfit, but with the leather panty with the vibrator-penis. She looked at
the picture for a minute, an idea forming in her mind. "What's happening to
me?" she thought. What kind of sex addict am I becoming?
She pushed the chair back and looked at her own kitchen table appraisingly.
She moved the juice glass out of the way, and walked up next to the table.
It was more of a breakfast bar than a kitchen table - she and Chris had
found it at an antique show and she had fallen in love with it. The table
was a long rectangle, longer than it was wide. The top of the table was two
feet wide by about six feet long. She had bought it that day and put her
old table into storage. There were two legs each on the narrow sides, and a
crosspiece between each pair of legs.
She pressed her thighs up against the side of the table and bent over it,
pressing her stomach and breasts against the tabletop, imitating the
brunette in the picture of the bondage catalog. Her head and shoulders were
off the other side of the table and she hung her arms down. She looked at
the legs for the table and the cross pieces on the legs for support on
either end of the table, and made up her mind.
She stood up, pushing herself up from the tabletop, and glanced at the
picture in the catalog again.
"Won't he be surprised?" she thought, and finished her glass of juice.
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Continued in Chapter 8: Morning Fantasy
