Rachel, 6
Rachel and I were both excited about our second visit to the big house on
the hill. Our host, Brian, and hostess, Madeline, greeted us an invited us to
help ourselves to drinks while the other guests arrived. I didn't drink,
because I didn't want to hurt my performance, but Rachel had a few. I
recognized guests from the month before: Art, the masochistic lawyer, Mike and
his anorexic looking wife, Thalia, Clarice, the voluptuous redhead I had fucked
last time, and the two "sandwich" women, Julie and Iris. As we chatted we found
out that Julie and Iris share an apartment, as I had suspected, and are both
elementary school teachers. Robert didn't show up, nor his date from last
month, "the horsewoman." Aubra was there, and two new participants who wanted
to be called "Ken" and "Barbie" and looked just like their namesakes. "OK," said
Brian. "Does everyone know the rules? We're going to act out some fantasies.
We've asked you all to submit suggestions. Those of you who didn't will just
have to take pot luck." Rachel and I had submitted suggestions, but we hadn't
told each other about them.
Madeline contributed: "Remember, no penile penetration without protection.
We don't want anyone to go home with more than they came with. If anyone feels
that the fantasy is more painful than they can stand, yell 'elephant.' That's
the code word to stop. You can go home, and the rest of us can carry on. Of
course, it goes without saying, you have all released the others from any
liability, and what goes on here is private, not to be talked about outside the
church. Any questions? OK, let's go downstairs."
There was the usual fire in the fire place, and the X-rated video tape.
This time it was a nurse-doctor romp. The music was "easy listening." Brian
and Madeline came down in white lab coats. "Dr. Brian will see you now," said
Nurse Madeline, and we all filed into the other room. The "secret police torture
chamber" was changed. Now there was a row of chairs for us to wait in, no being
shackled to the wall. The walls were covered with white paper and mirrors,
mirrors on the ceiling, too. The lighting was bright, with several spotlights
as well as the room lights. There was a gynecological examining table and some
hospital-type beds. I could believe Dr. Brian was a real M.D. The nurse
selected Barbie to go first. She got up and, as requested, disrobed. She had a
spectacular body, like the plastic doll's, and she must have been proud of it.
Certainly she showed no shame. She hopped up on the table and put her feet in
the stirrups, exposing her perineal region for the doctor's examination. With
all the mirrors, we all got a good view."What seems to be your problem, Miss
Barbie?" inquired the doctor.
"Oh, I just don't seem to be quite right. There's some sort of congestion
down there," she cooed as Nurse Madeline strapped her to the table with a belt
across the shoulders, above her beautiful breasts. (I had thought Rachel's were
great, but Barbie's were incredible) She strapped Barbie's feet in the
stirrups. "Well, let's take your temperature," said the doctor. He took out a
battery powered anal stimulator and, after applying some surgical jelly to her
rosebud, slipped the "thermometer" through her anus. He taped the battery part
to her thigh. Then he took a vaginal speculum, a gadget like a pair of shoe
horns. I had seen metal ones, but this was clear plastic. He applied some more
jelly to her labia and slipped the "shoe horn" jaws into her. A couple twists
of a screw and the jaws spread apart, exposing the pink walls of her vagina. He
held up a mirror, so we all could see. I could see quite clearly the neck of
her womb, the cervix, and her clitoris, at the top, where her labia were forced
apart. Then the nurse began to grease Barbie's beautiful boobs. Dr. Brian took
two clear plastic domes, the kind he had used on Rachel the month before.
However, instead of the "water cure," he simply pumped some of the air out.
Barbie squealed with delight, saying, "Oh, doctor, I feel better already."
"Please take a seat," he said, as his nurse unstrapped the beauteous
(bleached) blonde. Barbie got down off the table and walked awkwardly to her
chair. She had to walk with her knees apart and bent, for the speculum forced
her thighs apart. She sat on the edge of her chair, admiring herself with a
hand mirror, looking at the pink walls of her love tunnel, which she had
probably never seen before, watching her nipples standing tall, even oozing a
bit of fluid, inside the clear plastic titsuckers, and all the while the
vibrator was buzzing in her bum.
The next patient was Art, who seemed to need bondage. The doctor put
clamps on his nipples, a gag in his mouth, cuffs on his wrists which were then
attached to the sides of a wide, tight, black leather belt. Next came the cuffs
on the ankles and a leg-spreader bar. I helped the doctor to deposit him on his
back on the floor. Dr. Brian looked into Art's eyes and said to his nurse, "I
think this patient needs something more." Madeline dutifully rammed a vibrator
up Art's ass and put a plastic cylinder over his cock. She pumped on the
cylinder, giving Art a huge erection which he could do nothing about. She
finished with something like Ben-Gay on his scrotum which, of course, feels like
it's burning. Aubra is a large, dark woman. She undressed when asked
to and complained that she had some sort of skin condition. The doctor placed
her on a gurney, one of those wheeled beds they use to transport patients, and
had his nurse strap her down. Then he called on Julie and Iris, who also
disrobed. Neither of them is a raving beauty, but the sight of so much young
cunt did have me aroused. Nurse Madeline gave them each a jug of lotion and
instructed them to rub it into Aubra, all over. The two young women started to
work, beginning with a loving massage of Aubra's toes and feet.
When Ken got undressed, I marvelled at his physique. He was about
six-four, tanned all over, muscled like a weight lifter, which, I suppose, he
must have been to get muscles like that. I assumed he'd want to screw Barbie,
but he was assigned to Art. He easily lifted the lawyer and put him on a bed.
He pulled off the plastic penis expander, rolled a condom onto Art's prick
(nurse insisted), and took the whole of Art's meat into his mouth.
Clarice was next, and she undressed. Clarice is all woman, with enough
flesh for two. Her breasts are enormous, with nipples like thumbs. Her soft,
pink thighs are each as big around as Rachel's waist. She was made to lie tummy
down on one of the hospital beds. Nurse Madeline cranked the bed so that it
humped in the middle, lifting Clarice's huge buttocks upward. Madeline used
straps to part Clarice's legs, exposing her bulging labia with their sparse coat
of red hair. Madeline used surgical jelly to lubricate the area, though Clarice
seemed to be providing plenty of juice of her own. Mike's wife, Thalia, got the
same treatment, on a bed beside Clarice. The contrast was incredible. Thalia,
who was as thin as they come, this side of a Nazi concentration camp, had a
scrawny little ass and mostly empty space between her thighs. Her outer lips
were thin, almost invisible, while her inner lips hung raggedly exposed. Rachel
got the bed on the other side of Clarice, and was strapped down with her ass in
the air. It reminded me of the first time I had seen Rachel naked, when her
mother had made me fuck her ass. God, was I stiff.
However, when Nurse Madeline undressed me, joking about the size of my
prod, I was not allowed to fuck my wife. Madeline greased my pole and slipped a
rubber sheath over it, with a sort of rubber band around my scrotum to keep it
on. It was more than a condom, more like a hollow penis, and three inches
longer than I was, and bigger around. She led me to the middle bed, where
Clarice was. I had had my prick in Clarice the month before; I guessed she had
asked Brian and Madeline make me do it again. Nurse Madeline instructed me to
screw the eyeballs out of Clarice, but not to let myself come. I climbed up on
the bed, between those huge thighs, and inserted the rubbery end of my huge
prick between those fleshy lips. Then I fell on that soft ass as if I was
jumping into a vat of Jello. Clarice gave a little cry of delight, and I
proceeded to stroke in and out. In the position she was in, her huge ass got in
the way; I couldn't pound up against her cunt lips, but the my longer penis
could still probe deeply enough to beat on her cervix. Clarice went crazy, said
she'd never had such a great fucking, and I became quite immersed in my work.
While all this was going on, Mike got to fuck his own wife and, when he
came too soon (which I gather was a chronic problem), Nurse Madeline equipped
him with a rubber prod, too. Thalia screamed that she was coming, but Mike just
kept it up, making her come enough times to make up for a month of premature
ejaculations.
While I was rogering Clarice, I looked over at my wife, Rachel, who smiled
at me. She was living out her fantasy, to repeat the night I had first met her
and her mother. Barbie, who had ditched the twat spreader but retained her
titsuckers, was whipping Rachel's ass.
I looked to see how Julie and Iris were doing with Aubra, and saw that now
Julie and Iris were getting the lotion massage. Aubra made it more interesting
by spreading the lotion with her tits, alternating between the two women, who
seemed to have a thing about equal treatment.
Ken had rolled Art over and was fucking his ass, while Madeline checked to
see that the condom, didn't break. Thalia called "elephant," the signal to stop,
and she was sent to the showers. Mike wanted to help Aubra, but the doctor
said, "No, Julie and Iris don't want to be touched by a man. Stand by, you can
help with Barbie."
Finally, Clarice was satisfied. She just wanted to lie there and watch.
Barbie was still playing "mother." She had stuck a hose with a balloon on it
into Rachel's rectum, and was filling it with hot water, stretching her open.
It was deja vu all over again. Nurse Madeline, naked now, was at my side,
removing my rubber augmenter. As soon as I was free of it, I went to Rachel's
side and held her hand. "Tell Barbie it's time," she said. "Not until I get
this on him," said Nurse Madeline. "For God's sake, she's my wife," I retorted.
"House rules," she said. Barbie let go of the hose, and the balloon oozed out of
Rachel's stretched ass hole. As soon as it plopped to the floor, I climbed up
and plunged my stiff prick into Rachel's hot ass. Oh, it felt good! I pumped
my pole into her rectum, feeling the heat and the squeeze of her anal sphincter
muscles as they returned to normal size. I exploded inside her. "Wonderful,"
she sighed, and she meant it. Still, I didn't think she had come, so I fingered
her cunt until she shook with a real orgasm, and then I rolled her over and
sucked on her little clit, savoring her orgasms, until she begged me to stop.
When Rachel and I came up for air, we looked to see what had become of
Barbie. She was back in the stirrups again, but by now she had shed her
hardware. Aubra had one beautiful tit and Mike the other, and they were
massaging and oiling them. Dr. Brian had inserted, instead of the speculum, the
"water torture" device which had so exhausted Rachel at her first party. A
special control delivered warm water in pulses, up a hose to a balloon, not much
different from the one which had recently stretched Rachel's rectum. In this
case, the balloon was stretching Barbie's vagina, but every time it filled to
the point you would think something would tear, the pressure would be released
through little jets to splash on her clitoris and labia. With Barbie, it was
taking about five seconds per cycle. Rachel and I watched as Barbie's labia
stretched into a circle and the balloon began to bulge out, like a newborn
baby's head. Then, swoosh, the water would splash against her clit, and Barbie
would gurgle with joy, as the balloon went limp and her vagina contracted. Dr.
Brian watched this with a professional eye and gradually turned up the cycling
rate. When it got to about once a second, Barbie went crazy with multiple
orgasms, screaming her head off. Dr. Brian released the straps, and the
hydraulic fucking machine fell out of Barbie's gaping cunt.
Ken and Art had gone to the showers, as had Julie and Iris. Aubra and Mike
went off together, and Rachel soothed Barbie, giving her an all over rub, as she
recovered from the "water torture." "I've never experienced such orgasms,"
Barbie said, and then, looking at herself in the overhead mirror, "Oh, my hair!"
The five of us went to the communal shower room. Brian, Madeline, Rachel,
and I all helped Barbie, who stood there passively as we soaped, scrubbed, and
rinsed her. She loved the attention, the more the merrier. When Barbie went
off to repair her hair, Madeline asked if she could wash me, and Rachel said,
"Yes," before I could. Brian attended to Rachel, and then Rachel washed him,
giving him a "hand job" in the process.Madeline said, "Well?" I soaped her,
rinsed her, and gave her a "hand job", gently, gently pressing on her vulva,
increasing the movement and pressure ever so slowly, until she wriggled with an
orgasmic spasm, and another, and finally whispered, "elephant."
Pleasuring a woman really turns me on, and my prick needed satisfaction.
Rachel was ready and willing. I backed her against the shower room wall and
rammed my rod into her, lifting her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around
me and bounced on my spear until we both came, which didn't take long.
Back upstairs, Brian, now dressed, and Madeline, wearing a shorty,
see-through nightie, offered us drinks. "Great party," I said. "I got to act
out my fantasy." "Me too," added Rachel. "You know," she mused, "Julie and Iris
seemed short changed. Was their fantasy just to get rubbed down? Is that what
lesbians do?" Madeline replied: "Julie and Iris aren't lesbians. They are just
two young women, virgins, who are reluctant to engage in sex, hetero or homo.
Maybe it's religious upbringing, or fear of failure, or fear of disease or
pregnancy. They've a perfect right to their views. These parties give them sex
without guilt."
"Not much sex," said Rachel. "Last month they both experienced orgasms,
maybe for the first time," said Brian. "This month, they experienced touching
another person, and being touched. Slowly, their experience is expanding. My
guess is that, perhaps in a year or two, they will both be happily married, to a
man."
"Doctor Brian," I said, "you sound like a social worker, hosting these
parties for the benefit of Mankind." "Yes," said Brian, "I feel that way. What
sort of therapy do you want next month? You haven't filed a fantasy." "I'll
take pot luck," I replied. "OK," said Brian, "plan on being my assistant."
