Volenteers (male and female) for extinsive testing of autoerotec devices. Must be at least 18 years old, and in perfect health. Good experience, GREAT pay! 555-3503
Ron Kassell read the ad several times, repeating the key words aloud with slightly different inflections each time as he tried to envision himself as a daily reader of the Preston Post who is seeing the advertisement for the first time.
"I don't know ... what do you think, Bren?" he asked, handing the little square pad of Post-it paper with multiple erasures and misspellings to his business partner, Brenda Wells.
She took the pad from him and looked at it briefly.
"Where'd you learn to spell, Professor? she asked, smiling affectionately at him. "This looks like a high school drop-out wrote it."
"Forget the spelling, and tell me what you think." he said, holding back the urge to remind Brenda that it was her questionable mathematics skills that almost caused them to lose the building that currently housed the research and development department of their joint business venture, l.D.E.A.S. (Institute for the Development of Enhanced Autoerotic Systems).
"Well...." Brenda looked at the pad again. "I think it looks just fine, Ron. I only hope it inspires enough people to respond. We have an awful lot of products to test."
"I don't think we'll experience any lack of suitable subjects, once we get a good start." he assured her.
"Simple word-of-mouth will keep a fresh supply of people coming in to try out the devices for us, I'm certain."
"I certainly hope so." she said, and tossed the pad onto the desk top. "I'll call in the ad."
"Make sure to specify continuous running of the ad until further notice." Ron instructed, pointing his finger at her. "We don't want to lose any time with this project because the ad didn't run for a few days."
"Don't be such a worry wart." Brenda chided. "I'll make sure they get it right."
Ron took a deep breath and sighed thoughtfully. He remembered when they had started the company several years ago, using Brenda's garage as a product development area, and her bedroom as a testing facility..
CHAPTER TWO
"What are we going to call it?" Brenda asked him, carefully turning the finished prototype of their very first masturbation tool for women over and over in her hands.
It was a glove that Ron had fashioned out of a piece of very high-tech, thick latex that had been impregnated with powder fine, highly conductive metal alloy dust. Two flexible wires about a foot long protruded from the inside of the glove and were attached to a fleece lined wrist-band that held a nine volt battery and a very small printed circuit board mounted in a plastic case. The device had taken almost three months to design and complete, at great personal expense to both of them.
"I don't know." he answered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "How 'bout the Love Glove?"
"Too predictable and simplistic." she said, shaking her head and frowning slightly. "We need a name that really grabs the potential customer."
"Shit, we don't even know if it will do what it's supposed to do yet." he reminded her.
"How does it work again?" Brenda asked. "Well, it's quite a simple concept, really. The battery and that tiny printed circuit board, which is nothing more than a glorified voltage regulator, provide a very low voltage current that electrically charges the entire outer surface area of the glove. The wearer can't feel anything because the glove is completely lined with non-conductive material. But the recipient's bare skin is another story. Dry skin will get the least amount of stimulation, although even that should be very pleasurable. Skin that is damp with perspiration will get even more sensation, and skin that has been coated with a good conductive medium, like K-Y jelly for instance, will get the full benefit of the gloves considerable charms." he explained.
"But, what is it supposed to do?" she asked.
"Well, if it does what I think it will, a woman can be stimulated very easily to heights of sexual arousal she didn't know could be reached." he stated with obvious satisfaction.
"Sounds like fun." Brenda said. "Who's going to be the test subject?"
"We don't have one."
"But, I thought you said you had a girl in mind when I asked you a couple of weeks ago."
"I did, but she changed her mind at the last minute." he informed her. "I don't know any one else to ask, Bren."
They both stood quietly for several long moments.
Brenda fondled the rubber glove, mulling this new bit of depressing information over in her mind.
Ron simply stood there looking down at his solder splattered shoes.
"Well, what the heck. I guess if were going to make any money at this, we're going to have to be willing to do what ever it takes. You can try it out on me, if you want to." she offered. An embarrassed, crooked smile flickered across her lips.
Ron looked up and nodded slowly.
"I was really hoping you'd see it like that, Bren. And there's no room for embarrassment, either." he added. "This is purely for the purpose of research, nothing else." He raised his chin a little to display his determination and sincerity to her.
"I agree, Ron."
"Well, where do you want go to test it out? My place?" he asked.
"Why go anywhere?" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "We're already here, so we might as well use my bedroom, if you don't have a problem with that."
She looked at him questioningly.
"No no...." he agreed quickly. "I don't have a problem with that at all, Bren. Do you have any KY jelly?"
"Yes, I think there's some in the medicine cabinet."
"Well, okay then. Let's do it."
"Yeah, let's." Brenda agreed, trying to sound one hundred percent professional. But inside, she was as nervous as she had ever been. She was determined not to show her embarrassment to her partner, no matter how bad it got. She handed the device to Ron, and turned to open the door that connected the garage to the house.
They walked stiffly through the opening and into the kitchen area.
"The bedroom's down the hall on the left, Ron." she informed him. "I'll get the lubricant and meet you there."
She offered what she hoped was a confident smile.
"All right, Bren." he said, and made his way down the hallway to her bedroom.
It was just as he had imagined it, all pink and fluffy with large throw pillows on the four-post, canopy covered bed. Brenda was very feminine and lady-like, and this sort of frilly decor seemed to fit her personality perfectly.
He had just switched his gaze from the elaborate bed to the huge oak dresser when Brenda joined him.
"Will this do?" she asked, holding a tube of generic lubricant out to him.
Ron stepped closer and took the tube from her hand.
Ron studied the back of the tube for several moments, reading the ingredients.
"This will do fine, Bren. Any jelly-like substance should conduct the current well." he informed her, trying to sound as scientific as he could, more for her benefit than his.
They stood for an uncomfortable moment or two.
"Well, I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be." she announced, unable to completely conceal her nervousness from him. "How do you want me, Ron?"
"Look, Bren...." he started to say, but she interrupted him.
"Ron, we're professionals, right? This is simply part of the process. I'm a little nervous about taking my clothes off in front of you, I'll admit that much, but we've been good friends for a lot of years, and I trust you implicitly. I'll be fine." she promised. "Now, where do you want to start, Dr. Mengle." Ron laughed uncomfortably at the crude reference to the terrible experiments inflicted on the inmates of concentration camps by Joseph Mengle during world war two.
"Vee haf vays to make you talk." he said, holding the glove up and squinching one eye closed to simulate a monocle.
Brenda exploded with nervous laughter now, and they both felt a little more at ease after the kidding they had given each other.
"Seriously Ron, how do you want me?"
"Well, I need to try it out on several parts of your lovely anatomy," he said. "But, I think we should start with your nipples, if that's okay."
"That's as good a place as any, I guess." she agreed.
Brenda took a deep breath, huffed it out, and looked Ron squarely in the eye.
"For the benefit of mankind." she announced dramatically, and began to unbutton her blouse.
"Womankind." Ron corrected, then smiled at her warmly.
When she had finished removing her blouse, Brenda paused for a moment in her bra, looking at Ron. She took another deep breath and exhaled loudly. "For the almighty buck." she announced, suddenly reaching behind her and releasing the snaps on the back strap.
Ron saw the cups concealing her breasts loosen suddenly.
Brenda hunched her shoulders forward and gave them a little shake. The brassiere slipped down her arms and fell to the floor.
She stood, her naked breasts completely visible to Ron's obviously pleased gaze.
"Will these do?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, Bren." he answered. "They'll do very nicely.
Ron had always thought his friend had nice breasts, from what he could surmise through her clothing, but he hadn't expected them to be quite this shapely. Nor had he imagined that she possessed such large, dark nipples.
He didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off of them.
"What do you want me to do now?" she asked, a little uncomfortable with him staring at her that way. What if he didn't like her body?
"Oh, I'm sorry Bren." he apologized. "It's just that you well I didn't realize that you had such beautiful breasts. Forgive me."
"What's to forgive?" she asked, feeling relieved at his comments. "I'm not going to turn down an honest compliment. Thank you, Ron." she said, and smiled warmly at him. "I always thought that my nipples were far too big, though. What do you think?" she asked him, clearly looking for another honest answer.
Ron took another, closer look at her nipples.
They were spectacular.
The smooth, dark skin surrounding the nipples was easily the circumference of ajar of baby food, and the nipples themselves protruded in their currently relaxed state perhaps half an inch, poking straight out from her breasts like little brown fingers.
"I think they're absolutely perfect." he said. His answer was so completely honest, that Brenda's face flushed with the compliment.
"Thank you, Ron." she said again.
"Don't mention it." he said, and smiled at her. "Now, back to the business at hand."
"Yes, of course. Just tell me what you need for me to do, and I'll do it."
"All right ... take this jelly and spread some of it on your nipples. But do it quickly and then stop so they don't get erect." he cautioned.
Brenda nodded her understanding and took the tube of jelly from him. She removed the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto her finger tip. After placing the tube and cap on the top of her dresser, she shared the jelly with her other finger, rubbing the tips together to divide the lubricant evenly between them.
As Ron watched, she looked down at her breasts and smeared the jelly quickly over the entire surface of both nipples simultaneously, making sure to get even distribution of the conductive medium.
When she was finished, she looked around for something to wipe the excess jelly off of her fingers, but there was nothing readily available. So, she simply used the sides of her pants.
"Very professional." Ron kidded her.
"Necessity is the mother of invention, you know." she countered, smiling broadly.
Ron moved a little closer and inspected her nipples, both for even distribution of the jelly and to see if they had begun to stiffen at all.
"I don't think that you need to worry about my nipples getting hard too quickly." she informed him. "They take a good deal of stimulation before they get really excited."
"That a fact?" Ron said offhandedly as he started to pull the glove over his right hand. When he was satisfied with the fit, he gently worked the spreadable wrist-band onto his lower arm, being careful not to tangle the fragile wires that were connected to the glove, and flicked the little switch on the plastic power pack to the "ON-HIGH" position. A tiny red LED. lit up to indicate that the proper power level was being supplied, and he wriggled his fingers inside of the glove to see how it felt.
"Everything seems to be in working order." he announced.
"I hope my poor nipples forgive me for volunteering them for this." Brenda said, only half jokingly.
"If what I expect to happen happens," Ron said, "Your nipples will be forever grateful to you for your brave and generous participation in this ground-breaking experiment."
"Well, do it to it then." she directed, and closed her eyes tightly. She stood with her fists clenched and her mouth firmly set in anticipation of whatever was about to occur.
Ron reached out and gently brushed a gloved finger tip lightly across the entire surface of her right nipple in one deliberate stroke, causing the little brown finger of flesh to bend and pop straight again.
Brenda breasts heaved violently as she sucked in such a sharp, deep breath that the air almost whistled in her throat.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned loudly as the test nipple instantly came fully erect, the dark flesh becoming even darker as it first swelled visibly with blood and then drew up tightly into a deeply wrinkled, oval shaped knob.
"Ohhhhhhh shit!" she groaned again as a wave of gigantic goose bumps washed across her entire body, causing her to pant several times and shiver violently as if she had just stepped into a tub of bone chilling ice water.
Ron leaned in quickly and took a closer look at the nipple.
It had stiffened so violently that the smooth white skin on that breast had wrinkled slightly for a good two inches in all directions, the hyper contracted nipple having stretched the whole surface area of skin.
"Wow!" she exclaimed excitedly. "What the fuck did you do to me, Ron?" She was smiling a little crookedly and there was an excited sparkle in her eyes.
Ron figured that whatever it was, it was definitely good.
"Well, I think we just blew your statement about your nipples being difficult to excite clean out of the pool." he said, grinning broadly. "Stand still for a moment."
He moved his other hand to the nipple and tapped it with his finger tip a couple of times.
It felt like a chunk of steel, and Brenda groaned again at the sensation.
"A thousand dollars!" she said excitedly. "If we charge less than a thousand dollars for this little jewel we'll be cutting our own throats!" she joked, and drew a shaky breath. "I've never felt anything like that before, Ron." she confessed. "It was like every nerve ending in my entire breast suddenly jumped to life. I think I might have even wet my panties a little. With lubrication, I mean. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. What does it do to make it feel so fucking good?"
"You said it best yourself, Bren. It makes all your nerve endings jump up and shout whoopee." he said, and looked at the glove with renewed interest. "Just think how it's going to feel on some of your other body parts." he added, and gave her a sly look.
"You don't have to ask me twice!" she exclaimed, and began to take off her pants.
Ron watched her breasts sway sexily as she fumbled a couple times before successfully opening the front of her pants. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her black jeans and the waist band of her light pink panties and whooshed them down to her knees in one fluid motion. Brenda took a quick look into the crotch of her panties to confirm her suspicion about wetting herself with lubrication when Ron electrified her nipple. She then shoved her clothing down to her ankles and quickly toed off her shoes before stepping out of the knot of clothes, giving her pants and panties a couple of kicks before they dropped free of her foot.
Finally, she stood stark naked in front of Ron, ready to do some more experimenting with this wonderful new toy.
Ron simply couldn't help himself, and took a visual tour of her body, starting at her jelly smeared nipples, down across her smooth, flat tummy to the very bushy, jet black explosion of pubic hair, and finally drinking in her long, shapely legs.
"C'mon, Ron," she giggled. "You're making me feel like a side of beef."
"Sorry," he said, without much conviction. "Momentary occupational dysfunction, I guess."
"Isn't that just a complicated way to say that my standing stark naked in front of you is making your little peepee stiff." she asked, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a put-on disgusted look. "Bingo." he said.
Brenda snorted laughter, and continued to chastise him good naturedly with her eyes.
"Hey, I can't help it." he said defensively and shrugged his shoulders. "You've got a hot little body, what can I say?"
"You just said it." she replied, and softened her expression. "Oh, go ahead and look at me if you want to. I guess I can't expect you to be completely objective." she conceded. "But, do me a favor, Ron. Wipe that little trickle of drool from your chin before we continue, will ya'? That's really tacky." Brenda pointed to the spot in question.
Ron reached toward his chin to do as she asked before he realized that she was kidding him.
This made Brenda break out in raucous laughter for a several seconds, and Ron simply .stood there shaking his head and muttering "Very funny, Bren....that's very cute."
"Oh, go buy yourself a cheap sense humor, laughing boy. That was funny." she chided, and giggled once more for effect.
"By the way...." Ron said. "Have you always had that growth of monkey fur?" he asked, pointing to the thick, black bush covering her crotch.
She looked down at herself and frowned.
"Yeah....disgusting, isn't it?" she lamented.
Brenda cocked her left foot up, bowing out that knee slightly and spreading her thighs a little to allow him to see more of the luxurious growth. The curly tufts of jet black pubic hair hung down from her vagina in thick ringlets and ran about six inches down the insides of her thighs.
"It's been like that since I was fourteen years old." she confided. "I've tried everything from depilatory wax, which is no picnic let me tell you, to using an Epi-Lady, which is also a thrill a minute. Nothing seemed to have any permanent effect so I just quit worrying about it." she said, shrugging her shoulders and and lowering her leg.
"Don't think twice about." he comforted. "If it's any consolation to you, from a visual stand point, I happen to prefer an abundance of pubic hair on a woman's crotch. It's far more appealing than one that has been shaved or trimmed to match the shape of a high cut bikini bottom."
"Well....our little talk has been enlightening and I'm very glad that you approve of my monkey fur, as you so eloquently put it." she said, playfully fingering her damp pubic hair as she spoke. "But, I really am anxious to see how that thing feels on other parts of my body, Ron. Are you ready?"
"Absolutely." Ron said. "I guess you'd better lay on the bed, then."
Brenda turned and walked to the side of the bed. "How do you want me?" she asked. "On my back, my stomach, on my side, standing on my head, What?"
Ron thought for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between her sumptuous body and the bed as if he just couldn't decide which part of her body he wanted her to make available for him.
"How 'bout if we start with your backside, and sort of work up to your " He seemed to be shy all of a sudden.
Brenda helped him out.
"Vagina, Ron." she said, putting her hands on her hips again. "It's called a vagina. You may refer to it by it's clinical name or you may call it a pussy, which I happen to prefer. You can even call it a kootchie, if that's more to your liking. Shit, I guess even monkey wouldn't be so terrible. Beaver is definitely out, though. That's disgusting sounding. But you're going to have to get a handle on your shyness if you're going to play around with people's naked bodies, ya' know. Now why don't you simply tell me how you want me, Ron."
He took another deep breath and exhaled loudly.
"All right then Brenda, I want you to lay on your stomach, with a pillow under your hips so I can experiment with your ass, or your butt, your hiney, or whatever it is that you call it." he instructed, and couldn't help chuckling a little.
Brenda smiled back at him.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said, climbing up on the bed and getting herself into a kneeling position with her knees spread wide.
Ron watched her brush two of the big throw pillows from the bed, grabbing the last one and stuffing it between her thighs.
When she was satisfied with the fit, she looked back over her shoulder at Ron for a moment.
"You know....if I position myself just right, you'll have perfect access to both my pussy and my ass." she informed him.
"Sounds good to me." he agreed.
Brenda glanced down at his pants.
"Somebody's trying to get your attention, Ron." she said, pointing at his fly.
Ron looked down at himself.
"Oh shit." he said, embarrassed by the obvious bulge in his pants. "I'm really sorry, Bren."
"Why?" she asked. "I would have begun to worry if I thought that I couldn't produce a healthy erection on you, Ron. don't worry about it."
"Yeah....okay." he agreed, and stuffed a hand in his pocket to rearrange his stiff penis so it wouldn't be so glaringly obvious.
"All better now?" she asked sweetly.
"Ummm hmmm." he nodded his head. "Listen, why don't you arrange yourself so that your ... crotch is close to the side of the bed, and then I can sit on a chair while we experiment." he suggested.
"That's a good idea." she agreed. "There's a chair over in the comer at my vanity."
While Ron went to retrieve the chair, Brenda did as he suggested and wiggled herself around so that the pillow she was straddling was on the very edge of the bed. She let her upper body fall forward, and spread her thighs as widely as she could to give Ron the easiest access to hex entire crotch, front and back.
Ron carried the light weight chair back to the bed side, plucking the tube of K-Y jelly from the dresser and depositing it in the breast pocket of his shirt as he passed. He bumped the low-backed piece of furniture tightly up against the bed and stepped over the seat, sitting down in a straddling position. Ron found himself about eighteen inches from Brenda's completely exposed crotch and widely spread buttocks, and was immediately hyper-excited by the erotic sight and smell of her.
"If it makes you feel any better," she said, her voice a little muffled by her position, "I'm pretty embarrassed at this moment myself, Ron. I've never been this completely exposed for anybody before, not even my gynecologist."
"I know how you must feel right now, Bren." he comforted as he flipped the little switch on the power pack to the "low" setting. "But in a moment, I don't think you'll care the least little bit about exposing yourself to me like this. I think it's going to feel too good for you to care about much of anything."
"If that thing can reproduce the same kind of sensation it created in my nipple then I'll be a happy camper, that's for certain." she agreed.
"Listen, Bren. I want to try something." he said. "I'm going to stroke your skin with my bare hand first to see what type of reaction I get. Then I'll do the same with the glove, and compare the two. So, I want you to try to forget that it's me back here petting you, and maybe fantasize that you're with somebody who turns you on."
"What makes you think you don't turn me on?" she asked.
"Because we've been friends for too long?" the answer was more of a question than a statement.
"Listen bub....just because I haven't made an obvious pass at you doesn't mean you don't do anything for me." she informed him. "Remember that time at the beach in Santa Barbara when you had me stand guard under the pier while you danced around in that dirty sand trying to change from your street clothes to you swim trunks? Well, I peeked a couple of times and got a good look at that impressive penis of yours. Let me tell you ... my pussy was wet for the rest of the day."
"No shit." Ron said, unable to completely mask his pleasure at hearing this bit of news.
"No shit." she echoed him. "So, if it's all the same to you, I'll stick to thinking about who I'm really with while you do what ever you feel like doing with my body. I'm sure I'll enjoy myself jar better than I would with some tired old fantasy about a movie star or something."
Ron thought about this for a moment before speaking again.
"Well, that certainly adds an entirely different flavor to this whole experiment thing, Bren." he said. "I don't think I'll be quite as shy about any of this from now on."
"Good." she replied. "We might as well enjoy the research end of it as much as we enjoy the other aspects, right?"
"Right." he said.
"Okay, I'm ready when you are, Professor." she joked, and adjusted herself a little to get as comfortable as she could on the pillow, wiggling her shapely butt in Ron's face in the process. "Research to your heart's content."
Ron reached down and adjusted his erection again, this time for the sake of comfort since it had swelled considerably the moment he took up residence in the chair and found himself in such close proximity to Brenda's widely spread butt and totally exposed pussy. He inhaled deeply and noticed that the odor coming from Brenda's pussy was decidedly stronger now and had a muskier tang to it than when he first sat down.
She was definitely getting hot.
Ron reached over with his bare left hand and touched the back of Brenda's left thigh up near her butt. He let his finger tips drift slowly down along the skin toward the back of her knee.
"Mmmmmmm....that feels nice, Ron." she said.
He did the exact same thing with the gloved hand, and got a much more animated response from Brenda, who squirmed slightly and sucked air through her teeth.
"Ooooo....that's much better." she reported.
Next, he placed the palm of his bare hand squarely on her left buttock and gave Brenda a nice, normal massage, gently squeezing and rolling the entire cheek.
"Oh ... that's nice, Ron. I like that."
The same action with the gloved hand netted a predictable response.
"Ohhh . ... that feels wonderful. " she informed him. "It feels like I'm getting my butt rubbed nicely, but the whole area is tingling at the same time. It also feels very warm, Ron" she added.
"Good." he said flatly. "I think that's enough comparing though, Bren. We already know it feels better than with the glove than without it, so let's go ahead and see just how good it can make you feel." he suggested.
Ron removed the capless tube of K-Y from his shirt pocket, and squeezed a blob of the jelly onto the tip of his gloved middle finger.
He stuck the tube back in his pocket and said, "Put your hands back here and spread your butt for me please, Bren."
Silence.
"Brenda?" he said.
"Yeah, I heard you, Ron." she answered. "It's just that all of a sudden I feel like I'm at a proctologists office." she joked, and moved her hands to her backside as instructed.
"Hey, we have to try everything." he told. "Half-baked research isn't any help to us at all, Bren. We need to explore every possible application for each product that we come up with, or we can't be certain that it will do what we say it will."
"Oh....believe me, Ron. I agree completely or I wouldn't be spreading my ass open for you like this." she assured him.
Ron watched excitedly as Brenda put her hands on her rear and pulled her butt wide open for him. She spider-walked her finger tips toward the center a couple of times to ensure that her buttocks were spread as completely as possible.
"How's that?" she asked when she was finished.
Ron stared intently at the erotic sight.
The area between Brenda's shapely buttocks was covered in a spray of silky black hair, and he could just see the contrasting rosy color of her anus through the thick growth.
"That's very good, Bren." he answered. "Now, can you hold still while I experiment for a few minutes?" he asked.
"Do my best." she answered. "I'm all yours, Ron. You may have your way with my butt."
Without any further delay, Ron poked the jelly covered tip directly into the furry area between her lovely, spread buttocks and lightly touched her anus.
Brenda grunted as her smooth buttocks instantly clinched tightly together and she thrust her hips into the pillow.
"Sorry...." she apologized, "you startled me a little." She repositioned her hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart again. Brenda took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Go ahead, Ron." she urged him. "I'm ready this time."
Ron positioned the jelly smeared finger tip directly over Brenda's anus and touched her again.
This time she only jerked a little, and he was able to maintain steady contact with the rapidly spasming orifice.
"Mmmm..........mmmmm. ... mmmm...." she moaned, turning her head from side to side.
"Talk to me, Bren." Ron encouraged her.
"Ohhhhh, Ron!" she exclaimed excitedly. "That feels incredible!" Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid and Ron could see the hairy skin around her anus pulling inward with each sharp contraction of the muscles.
"That good, huh?" he asked, obviously pleased with her reaction.
"Ohhhh yessss!" she hissed. Her hips were beginning to move slightly now, rocking her pelvis against the pillow.
"Try and hold still if you can, Bren." he suggested.
But Brenda didn't stop her lewd humping.
"Ohhhhh ... no way, Ron." she panted. "It's like....ooooooooo it's like involuntary muscular activity. That feels way too fucking good to hold still!"
Ron decided that he might as well go along with her and applied a little more pressure with the tip of his slippery finger.
"Yesssss " she hissed again. "Ohhhh ... oh yeah do it, Ron! Put your finger in my ass! she urged.
Ron could feel the tip of his gloved finger sliding in to her a little at a time. He simply had to keep holding it firmly against her anus and her rocking, humping motion would eventually accomplish the task for him.
"Uhhhh....uhhhh uhhhh!" she groaned lustily each time she rocked her butt back against his finger, swallowing it a millimeter at a time.
"Well?" he asked, his voice decidedly huskier now.
"Wonderful ummmmmm it's wonderful, Ron. The deeper your finger gets, uhhhhhh the more tingling I can feel. It seems to be radiating throughout my whole butt . ... OOOOOOOOO....I can even feel it in my pussy, and it feels sooo good!"
Ron's finger was up to the second knuckle now, and he decided to finish the insertion on his own. Without warning her, he poked his finger as far up inside of Brenda's anus as he could and held it perfectly still.
Brenda let go of her rear and repositioned her hands up close to her shoulders. She began to buck her hips energetically, shoving her butt back against his hand and fucking her asshole with his long finger.
"Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh!" she was grunting with each backward thrust of her ass, impaling her butt on Ron's finger hard enough to jolt his entire arm.
Suddenly, he got the urge to make it as good as possible for her so he began to move his hand in time with her thrusts, wriggling his finger all around inside of Brenda's butt as she humped herself frantically into the pillow.
Ron looked past her wildly bouncing ass towards Brenda's head and caught a glimpse of her face.
Her eyes were clamped shut and her face was screwed into a mask of ecstasy. The hand nearest her face was clutching spastically at the bed spread.
All of a sudden Brenda's whole body jerked violently several times, and then she froze.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhl!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she almost shrieked, startling Ron for a moment.
Realizing that Brenda was having a tremendous orgasm, Ron stood up and kicked the chair out of the way. He began to fuck his finger in and out of her convulsing asshole to make up for the sudden lack of motion on her part, twisting and worming it around deep inside of her butt.
"Ohhhh ... Oh shit! Oh shit! oh shiiiiiit," she yelled as her orgasm rippled through her body.
A few seconds later her climax began to fade, and Ron slowed his thrusting, squirming finger.
Finally, Brenda relaxed completely, and Ron stopped moving his finger altogether.
As she lay there panting and moaning softly, he pulled his finger out of her anus, feeling the ring of muscle squeeze fiercely and resist the withdrawal.
"Nooooo, don't take it out, Ron. It feels so fucking good inside of me." she pleaded.
Ron acquiesced and provided her anus with a slow, rhythmic in and out movement of the electrically charged finger. He glanced down into her crotch and saw that the thick growth of pubic hair was glistening with her excitement.
"Mmmmmmmmm " she moaned her approval to him. "I can't remember ever reading or hearing about anyone achieving orgasm solely through anal stimulation, Ron." she panted to him. "That was beyond a doubt the single most incredibly exciting sexual act I have experienced to date. There was absolutely no discomfort at any time. Nothing but pure, intense pleasure." she reported, and went back to panting noisily.
"Terrific!" he exclaimed. "It looks like we're really on to something here, Bren."
"Are we ever!" she agreed, and laughed heartily.
The strong muscles in her anus squeezed tightly around Ron's finger as she laughed, and he couldn't help squirming it around inside of her again.
The laughter was cut off instantly and Brenda voiced a long, lusty moan of pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhh that still feels too good for words." she breathed. "I'm not even sure I want to know how it feels in my pussy, Ron. I might become a hermit with a lifetime supply of. what did we decide to call it?" she asked, suddenly propping herself on her elbows and looking back over her shoulder at him.
Ron continued to gently worm his finger around inside of Brenda's butt as he talked with her, suddenly becoming intensely excited from looking into her eyes at the same time his finger was inserted so deeply up inside of her hot butt.
"We didn't." he answered, and Brenda could see that he was very sexually aroused from the experience. She had forgotten all about his needs in the excitement she was enjoying.
"Ohhhh, hey...." she said, "you look like you could use a friend, Ron. Want me to help you out?" she asked, genuinely concerned for his comfort. "I'd be more than happy to help you masturbate or something." Brenda offered.
Ron carefully pulled his finger from Brenda's anus, causing her to moan a complaint as it slipped out of her.
"No...." he declined, "that's okay, Bren. That would make it more than research, and we might find ourselves getting side-tracked by the personal stuff. I think we should keep things strictly professional. But, I thank you for your kind offer of assistance." he said, and waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Suit yourself, tough guy." Brenda said, beginning to dismount the pillow. "But if I was in your obviously uncomfortable condition ... she pointed at the tightly stretched outline of his erection on the front of his pants. "I think I'd accept the offer from a friend who only wishes to be of service."
"Thanks anyway, Bren." he said. "I think I'll just adjourn to your bathroom and take care of the problem myself." He pointed to the open door of Brenda's private bath.
"All right, Ron." she conceded, sliding off the edge of the bed and standing up. She blew a wisp of hair from her eyes. "But, would you mind using the guest bathroom? I'm going to use this one to clean myself up."
"Sure." he agreed. "I don't suppose you'd have the current issue of Hustler magazine laying around, would you?" he asked.
"Get moving, Mister!" Brenda ordered good naturedly. "If you need a fucking magazine to help you get off after what we just went through, you need to speak with a competent sex therapist." she kidded, smiling affectionately at him.
"Just kidding, Bren." he assured her. "See ya' in a few." he promised, and turned to leave.
"I'll meet you in the living room when you're through." she informed him.
That was almost six years ago and to date they-had conceived, designed and developed an impressive array of very high-tech, working models of masturbation devices.
All that was required before manufacturing and distribution was the rigorous testing by sample groups to determine the over all performance ratings of the products.
Brenda and Ron had decided not use her as a test subject after that first experience because neither of them wanted anything to interfere with their strong friendship, and both agreed that a relationship including sexual tradeoffs had the potential to do just that.
So, they worked diligently toward this end, using personal finances that they pooled together.
Ron's half (a little more than half actually, but he never complained) came from his regular daytime job as an audio/visual technician at U.C.L.A..
Brenda's portion came from her regular position as a legal secretary at a prestigious law firm that specialized in medical malpractice litigation.
It had been a struggle, to be sure, and there were long stretches of time when they had to confine their progress to concepts and design rather than the actual construction of prototypes because they were lacking the necessary funds due to an emergency in one or the other's personal lives that sapped their ready cash.
But now, the determined partners found themselves in a position to gain some valuable insights as to which masturbation devices would or would not develop into a viable, profitable product.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hello?" Ron answered the telephone.
"Hi....I'm calling about your ad in the paper about volunteers." the female voice informed him. "Could you give me a little more information, please?"
"Yes, we're soliciting volunteers to test experimental autoerotic devices."
"What exactly is an autoerotic device?" she asked, her voice thick with suspicion.
"Well, to put it bluntly, it's a masturbation tool. " he answered.
"A what?" she almost squealed.
"Mas-tur-bation tool." he repeated slowly. He already knew that her response would be essentially the same as the last several calls asking for more information about the ad.
"I don't masturbate!" the caller yelled into the receiver.
CLICK!
Ron placed the receiver into the cradle and sighed heavily.
"Another denial of self abuse?" Brenda asked.
"Yep." Ron answered. "If the calls we're getting are an accurate representation of the populace that still chooses to play with themselves occasionally, then it appears that you and I are the only people in the entire city that still indulge in such disgustingly juvenile behavior, Bren."
"Oh, don't get so discouraged, bub." she said. "After all, this is only the second day that the ad has run. I for one am thrilled at the response. At least it means that people are reading the ad."
"Yeah...." he smiled a little for her. "Sooner or later someone's bound to be intrigued by the offer of decent pay for an hour or two of total sensory ecstasy."
"Sure they will." she said encouragingly. "And just think of all the fun we'll have fitting the devices for them and adjusting this or that while their being rocketed into orgasmic bliss." Brenda smiled broadly at her own joke, and that helped Ron out of his depressive funk.
The phone rang again.
This time Brenda was quicker and she plucked the receiver from the cradle before Ron knew what was happening.
"Hello." she said sweetly. "Ideas Incorporated, can I help you?"
Ron rolled his eyes at her.
"Hi....I'm answering your ad in the Preston Post." the high schoolish female voice announced. "Has it been filled yet?"
"Oh, well I'm glad you called." Brenda said. "We do still have an opening if you're not too shy to come down and talk with me." She looked at Ron and playfully stuck her tongue out at him. "How old are you?" she asked.
"Your ad said I had to be eighteen, and I just made it by two weeks." the caller informed Brenda.
"Congratulations miss " she picked up a pencil and scooted the Post-it pad in front of her.
"Connie Hilton." the caller answered. "No relation to the hotel chain." she added, and giggled into the phone.
Brenda scribbled the girl's name and age on the pad and shoved it toward Ron.
"It's probably just as well, I hear their stocks aren't doing so hot." Brenda joked, and waved off a puzzled look from Ron. "Listen, Connie, how would you like to come and fill out an application today at " she glanced at the Hire's Root Beer clock on the wall over Ron's head. "Three o'clock. Is that a good time for you?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am." she agreed. "Three will be just fine. Where are you located?"
"Our business name is Ideas, and we're at eleven twenty-one east Mangrove street, suite number two." Brenda told her. "It's in the back, Connie, but you won't have any trouble finding it. Just look for a white Ford pick-up truck. It's parked right in front of our door." she added.
"Okay, I'll be there at three o'clock sharp." Connie promised. "Who should I ask for?"
"My name's Brenda and I'll be right here when you come for your appointment, Connie. Don't be late." Brenda cautioned sweetly.
"Oh no, I won't be. See you at three." The caller promised.
"Okay, Connie. Goodbye." Brenda said, and casually hung up the phone.
She leaned back in her chair and looked at Ron with put-on smugness.
"It's all in the wrist." she said, twisting her hand around dramatically. "You have to hold the telephone just right, or-"
"Cut the crap, Bren." Ron interrupted, fixing the woman with a friendly eye. "Do you think she'll really come?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh, I guarantee she'll come, but she'll have to show up for her appointment, first." she kidded, and both of them broke into relieved laughter.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Will you stop that please?" Brenda asked.
Ron had been drumming his finger tips on the Post-it pad for the last fifteen minutes, and Brenda couldn't stand it anymore.
He looked at her, and then at his hand.
"Sorry." he apologized. "Guess I'm a little nervous, this being our first test subject and all." He folded his hands on the desk, and began to whistle.
Brenda gave him a sour look.
"All right, all right." Ron said, and stopped the tuneless noise.
"Every thing is going to be fine, Ron." she said. "But if you let her know how nervous you are about this, she's liable to get nervous too. And that's not how we want this to go."
Ron nodded his agreement.
"Okay." he agreed. "Hey, you want to play a little slap-and-tickle while we wait?"
"Only if I get to do the slapping and you do all the tick-"
A car door slammed in the parking lot.
Brenda looked at Ron and hoisted her eyebrows up.
"Show time." she whispered, and both of them tried to look as though they were busy.
Brenda straightened the application she had prepared for the girl, and Ron simply played with the Post-it pad.
"Let me do the talking." she whispered.
Ron shrugged his shoulders at her.
The door pushed inward and a striking little girl with long, straight chestnut colored hair who looked as though she modeled underwear for the Sear's catalog in her spare time, stepped into the office.
"Connie?" Brenda asked, getting up from her chair and stepping toward the girl.
"Yes Ma'am"." she answered, and carefully closed the door behind her.
"Well, you're right on time." Brenda praised. "Did you have any trouble finding us?"
"Huh uh." she answered, then corrected her English. "No Ma'am", I didn't have any problem at all."
"Good, Connie. I'm glad." Brenda said. "This is my business partner Ron Kassell." she said, and pointed to Ron who stood up politely.
"Hello Connie." he greeted her. "We're glad you could make it. Why don't you have a seat and we'll get started with your paper work." he suggested, indicating that she should sit between them.
"Thank you." the girl said, and made herself comfortable in the chair he had pointed to. Brenda and Ron sat down again "Did you happen to bring your l.D. with you Connie. I forgot to tell you on the phone." Brenda said, and smiled her apology to the girl.
"Well, I have my driver's license with me." she offered. "Will that do?"
"Of course." Brenda assured her, and waited patiently while Connie opened her thick wallet and thumbed through a series of plastic picture holders, finally arriving at the correct one and slipping her license out.
She handed the little card to Brenda and placed her wallet on the desk top.
Brenda inspected the card for a moment.
"What is it you guys do here?" Connie asked, and looked at Ron.
"Well, Connie " Ron started to answer, but Brenda cut him off.
"We design and test personal products." she said.
"What kind of personal products?" Connie asked, still appearing calm and not the least bit suspicious or concerned.
"Well...." Brenda decided to go ahead and break it to the girl. "You know what masturbation is, right?" she asked.
"Yeah." Connie shrugged. "Like....playing with yourself, you mean?"
"That's right." Brenda answered. "Playing with yourself. Well, we design special products to make playing with yourself a heck of a lot more fun than it ever was before." she said, handing the license back to Connie.
"Cool!" Connie said. "My boyfriend could probably use something like that. I think that's all he does when he's not with me, he's such a horn dog!" she explained. Her hand flew to her mouth and she giggled at the description she had provided concerning her libidinous boyfriend.
"Yes, I'm sure he could." Brenda said, and smiled warmly at the girl.
"Anyway, what we're looking for is people who are uninhibited enough to test these products for us and evaluate them. In other words, we want you to try a couple of things out, masturbate with them actually, and tell us if they made you feel good or not, that's all." Brenda informed Connie. She noticed that the girl was becoming increasingly interested, if facial expressions were any indication.
"That's all I have to do?" she asked.
"That's it." Brenda confirmed, hunching her shoulders at Connie.
"How much does the job pay?"
Brenda looked at Ron, who had remained silent and completely passive for the last couple of minutes.
"I don't know, Ron. What do you think? Should we start her at the full rate?" Brenda asked him.
"I don't see why not." he answered. "She looks as if she'll do a good job for us, Bren."
"All right, Connie." Brenda said. "The job pays fifty dollars an hour, and we'll probably be able to use you once a week or so if you want to. It's not bad pay for an hour of pleasure and a little extra money always comes in handy." she informed the girl, who appeared to be very happy with the offer. "Great!" she exclaimed. "When can I start?"
"Hold your horses for a minute, Connie." Brenda said. "There are still a couple of things that you need to know before you agree to take the position. The most important one being the fact that you will be required to be completely naked in front of both Ron and myself while we fit you with the devices and make adjustments, that sort of thing. Are you going to have a problem in that area?"
Connie looked at Ron for a second who offered her his very best "Think of me as your doctor" look.
"No....I don't think that will bother me too much, once I get used to it. I mean, I hang around at Free Beach a lot and I've taken my bathing suit off in front of strangers more times than I can count. So I don't think that will be a problem." she explained, and smiled confidently at Brenda.
"That's good, Connie." she said. "There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. It will just be us three when you're working so nobody else will be looking at you." Brenda promised. "The other thing is, and you have to be as honest as possible here, we need to know if you masturbate now and if you reach orgasm when you do. I'm afraid we'll need a complete history of that sort of thing for the purpose of comparison. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Connie answered her. "What do you want to know?"
Brenda shuffled through the papers in front of her and placed the Masturbation History sheet on top of the pile.
"Okay...." Brenda began, "how many times do you masturbate in an average week?"
Connie thought for a moment.
"I don't know, maybe three times I guess." Brenda checked off he appropriate box, then went on.
"What time of the day do you usually set aside for masturbation sessions?"
"Well, I don't have any set time or anything. I just do it when I'm horny." she explained, and blushed a little at her use of the colorful street term for arousal. "But, I guess I probably do it more at night when I'm laying in bed. But sometimes I just go into the bathroom if I'm in the mood during the day."
"That's fine." Brenda said, and checked a box on the paper. "Now, I need to know if you insert one or more fingers into your vagina when you masturbate, and also if you use foreign objects such as a dildo, or a hair brush handle, etc.."
"How'd you know about the hair brush trick?" Connie asked, smiling at Brenda.
"Hey, I'm a woman too you know. A nice smooth hair brush handle works wonders when you don't have the real thing handy." she confided, and winked at Connie.
The girl giggled appreciatively at Brenda's description.
Ron had the urge to get himself a cup of coffee but stifled it. He didn't want to take a chance on having one or both of the women noticing the erection that had began to develop when Brenda started this line of questioning.
"Yes, I use a brush handle sometimes, and other times I just put a finger inside of me, but that doesn't seem to work as well." she said.
"How about your anus?" Brenda asked, not raising her head from the paper in front of her this time.
"You mean do I put anything in my butt?"
"Umm hmm. A lot of women like anal stimulation during love making, and also during masturbation." she explained.
Connie thought for a moment before answering.
"Well, you did say to be honest."
"Yes, that's very important to our research." Brenda assured her.
"Okay...." Connie began, looking down at her shoes, 'sometimes I play with a candle or something." she admitted quietly.
"Do you insert it into your anus?" Brenda asked.
"Yes." The girl answered, and shuffled her feet a little.
"Okay, don't get all embarrassed on me now." Brenda scolded good naturedly. "Lots of women incorporate anal stimulation into their masturbation sessions."
Connie looked up and smiled when she saw the friendly look on Brenda's face.
"This part is almost over with, and then we'll take you on a tour of the facility." she promised the girl.
"All right." Connie agreed, and straightened herself in the chair. "Next question."
"Good girl." Brenda praised, and went on with the questionnaire. "Do you include breast stimulation, particularly nipple arousal during masturbation?"
"Oh, I always play with my tits first." Connie admitted. "I can't get off if I don't do that." she explained.
"Good, Connie." Brenda said, and made some final marks on the paper. "That's very good. One final thing I have to mention to you is, after the devices are fitted to your body Ron and I must be there with you as you masturbate so we can monitor and record your reactions as they occur. Depending on the type of device you are testing, either Ron or myself will insert a digital thermometer into your anus to record changes in body temperature. Now, we understand that you will be a little embarrassed by our presence at first, but I promise you'll get used to us being there very quickly. Are you going to have a problem with that?" she asked the girl.
Connie looked at both of them very carefully for a moment before answering.
"No, I don't think so." Connie said. "As long as you're there every time, Brenda." she stipulated, and then looked quickly at Ron. "No offense though, it's just that I would feel better, ya' know?"
Ron hunched his shoulders a little.
"I'm not offended in the least, Connie." he assured her. "In fact. I'm very impressed with your sensible attitude. You're completely correct in insisting on Brenda's attendance."
"Okay then, I guess I won't mind having you do whatever it is you need to do with my body." she said.
"Good." Brenda said, and smiled warmly at the girl. "We're all through with the personal questions now. Would you like a soda or something?" she offered.
"No, thank you." she replied, slipping her license back into its holder and closing her wallet.
"All right, then. We'll take you around and let you get a look at the place, maybe even do some testing for us, and then we'll come back here and you can fill out the necessary paper work to make you an official part of our team, Connie." Brenda said, and shook Connie's hand politely.
"Welcome aboard." Ron said, and smiled warmly at the girl.
"Thank you." the newest member of I.D.E.A.S. said, and grinned at both of her employers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ron turned the answering machine on and led Connie and Brenda through the short hallway past the tiny office bathroom and through a door that opened onto a carpeted area about the same approximate size as a large living room. There were two devices in the room.
Connie walked to the nearest one.
"What's this for?" She asked, pointing to the elaborate contraption.
"That's just my Nautilus machine." Ron answered, flexing his bicep and striking a silly pose for her. "It's a form of self-abuse too but doesn't have anything to do with the Institute." he explained. "I just keep it in this room so I don't have to travel too far when I feel like inflicting a little pain on myself."
Connie smiled at his joke.
"Well then, what's this?"
She was pointing to a wide, low slung device that looked a little like an exaggerated riding saddle, coming up high in the back and considerably higher in the front. A ten inch by eight inch oval hole, roughly the same size and shape as the opening in a toilet seat had been incorporated into the exact center of the specially padded saddle. On the forward edge of the opening there was a small mound that appeared to be made of rubber.
Two adjustable, padded arms with vertical handgrips at the ends were mounted on either side and a little forward of the saddle itself in such a way as to suggest that the person seated in the saddle could lean forward slightly and make themselves more comfortable by resting their arms there. Pegs that resembled the ones found on motorcycles stuck out from the forward sides of the machine.
Mounted to the front of the device was a small, attractively designed control panel fitted with an array of knobs, switches, a digital read-out and a mini-jack designed to plug a set of headphones into. Draped over the panel were two long, brightly colored wires. The wires had little cups attached to the ends that appeared to be made from some kind of latex material.
Protruding from beneath the control panel and jutting about eighteen inches out in front of the saddle was a piece of two inch square brushed aluminum tubing with a combination television/ V.C.R. mounted on it, facing the saddle.
Connie could see that the entire strange looking affair housed some type of machinery, but couldn't make much of it from where she stood.
"That's our newest experimental device. " Brenda informed her. "It's sort of a perpetual orgasm machine. It hasn't been tested yet, but we have high hopes for its success."
"Wow." Connie whispered. "What does it do?"
"Here...." Brenda said, moving closer to the machine. "Take a look in the seat."
Connie moved in closer and stood next to Brenda. She leaned over a little and peered down through the opening in the saddle. Inside, she could see what appeared to be a pair of gleaming silver dildo's, one slightly forward of the other.
"Those are vibrating dildo's that also deliver a mild electric current, which we'll explain to you in more detail in a little while." Brenda explained. "They're made out of almost paper thin aluminum alloy so they warm to body temperature almost immediately. Much better than conventional dildo's." she added.
"They're mounted on fluid-head gimbals and attached to hydraulic arms." Ron interjected. "That way they move with the user for absolute comfort and safety.
"How come there's two of-" Connie started to ask, but then realized the purpose of the second dildo. "Ohhhhh, I get it. The one in back is for your butt, isn't it?" she said, and placed a hand on her backside. She looked at Brenda, a smile flickering across her lips.
"Yes, it is." Brenda replied. "As I explained in the office, a lot of women enjoy having something comfortable inserted into their anus when they masturbate. But, it's strictly an option with this device. The user can confine the stimulation to a single dildo, either vaginal or anal, or enjoy both at the same time."
"Can I sit on it for a minute?" Connie asked Ron.
"Help yourself." he said, gesturing toward the machine and smiling.
Connie grabbed the front of the machine and used the peg to easily straddled the wide device like she was climbing onto a motorcycle. She felt around on the other side with her foot until she located that peg and carefully sat down, centering her butt over the hole.
Connie immediately looked at Brenda.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "This is really comfortable! It kind of feels like I'm sitting on a mechanical bull with a toilet in it's back though. What's this little hump here for?" She was pointing between her thighs directly in front of her crotch to the mound on the front edge of the opening.
"That's the I.C.S.. It means intermittent clitoral stimulation." Brenda explained. "If the user feels like having their clitoris stimulated as they're enjoying the Saddle, all they have to do is press their hips forward slightly and make contact with the mound."
"The very latest in ergonomic design." Ron said proudly. "If it wasn't perfectly comfortable it would have a serious effect on the user's over-all level of sensual pleasure.
Connie looked at the busy control panel directly in front of her.
"What do all these knobs and things do?"
"Well, some of them control the speed and depth of insertion on one or both of the dildo's." Brenda explained. She pointed to the knob that was mounted directly under a little window that housed a digital read-out. "This is how you control the amount of current that flows through the nipple cups and the I.C.S..."
"Nipple cups?"
"Yes...." Brenda answered, picking up the little cone-shaped rubber objects attached to two of the wires and holding them up to her own breasts to demonstrate their placement. "Nipple cups." she repeated, smiling broadly. "Wait till you try them, Connie. You're going to love what they do."
"Cool." Connie said, returning Brenda's smile. Ron could see that the girl was definitely intrigued by the idea.
Brenda draped the wires over the control panel again, and went on with her explanation of the various knobs and switches.
"These controls are for the TV and the V.C.R." she said, pointing to a raised portion on the face of the panel. "If the user is so inclined, she can incorporate visual stimulation while she is enjoying the physical pleasures of the Saddle."
"And that's for headphones, isn't it?" Connie asked, pointing to the mini-jack.
"Yes." Brenda confirmed.
"I built that into the machine so that the user can also listen to their favorite music while they're enjoying the Saddle by connecting a stereo system into these jacks in front." Ron said, bending forward and tapping an out of view spot on the front of the control panel.
"You guys really thought of everything, didn't you?" Connie marveled, squirming herself in the seat a little.
"We certainly tried to." Brenda agreed.
"The whole point to designing and manufacturing this particular masturbation device is to make the user's orgasmic experience as completely gratifying as possible by exposing them to three of the five sensory pleasures at once. Physical, audio, and visual." Ron explained.
"There's nothing else like it on the market, Connie." Brenda said. "As a matter-of-fact, you'll be the first person to try it out when it's ready."
"Really?" Connie asked, looking up at Brenda with obvious excitement. "When will it be ready?"
"I just have a couple of adjustments to make on the dampers that control the gimbal tension, and then you can take it for a test drive." Ron said, smiling at the girl's enthusiasm. "A week, if we're lucky."
"Oh wow! Don't let anybody else try it before me, okay? I want to be the first." she said, and the look on her face was so genuine, that Brenda gave her word on it.
"Why don't we move on and we'll show you some of the other things that you'll be testing for us, Connie." Brenda suggested.
Connie put her feet back on the carpet and stood up. She looked down at the machine between her legs and breathed "Cooool!" before swinging her leg over the back of the Saddle and following her employers across the room to another door.
Ron opened one of three doors on the other side of the room and reached around the corner to flip the light switch on. He held the door as Connie and Brenda went inside, then entered the room himself.
This room was considerably smaller and resembled a doctor's office with a genuine Gynecologists examination table complete with stirrups and a little stool near the business end. There was a stainless steel cart with an assortment of lubricants and a box of tissue on it, and a counter had been built along the left wall. Several items, including a much improved version of the glove, were arranged neatly on the Mylar counter top.
"This is where you'll be doing most of your work for us, Connie." Brenda informed her. "Please don't be frightened by all the equipment, although it does look a little like a torture chamber." She put a warm hand on Connie's shoulder to sooth her as she looked at the table.
"Well....I can tell you right now that I don't like the looks of that thing." she said, giggling and making a face. "The last time I was on one of those was at my mom's doctor's office, and the old tiger that examined me must have cranked that tool they use to open you up with all the way to the setting marked "wind tunnel" or something, 'cause I was sore for a week." she told them, placing a hand protectively over the crotch of her pants.
Ron sniggered helplessly at the funny description of the doctor's tool.
Brenda offered Connie an empathetic smile.
"This table is strictly for making your body feel good, I promise." she said, and squeezed the girl's shoulder a little to convey her honesty.
"Oh, I know. I was just remembering how that old guy made my beaver feel." she informed Brenda.
Ron couldn't help smiling at the girl's unusual reference to her vagina, because he knew that the term was disliked by Brenda.
"And over here, we have a few things that I'm certain you're going to enjoy trying for us." Brenda said, ignoring the irritating name Connie used in reference to her vagina.
Connie moved in close to her and stood looking at the objects on the counter.
The first thing to catch her eye was a brand new digital thermometer and box of plastic tip covers.
"I don't suppose I could talk you guys into taking my temperature orally, could I?" she asked, only half joking.
"I'm afraid not, Connie." Brenda answered. "We require absolute accuracy, and the exchange of air in your mouth from talking to us as you're masturbating negates the accuracy of the thermometer."
"I thought you'd say something like that." she sighed.
Next in line was an object that looked like a hollow penis and testicles. Attached to the milky white shell were four wires about eighteen inches long, two of which led to an odd shaped object that resembled a spoon with a small pregnant spot in the middle of the handle. The other two wires were attached to a plastic box with a switch and a knob on one side.
"What does that thing do?" she asked Brenda.
"That's for the guys." Brenda said. "We call it The Shell and we custom fit those devices from a mold we make of their penis and scrotum. It discharges a mild electric current directly onto the head of their penis and throughout both testicles."
Connie pointed to the elongated spoon-shaped object.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"That part is inserted into the man's anus and provides direct prostate stimulation. That's why it has an odd shape like that. The little bulge in the shaft keeps it in the man's anus and the broader tip lays up against the gland until, and while, he climaxes. But with this device, he can enjoy a second or third orgasm, even though he has no more sperm to ejaculate." Brenda explained.
"If he can stand that much pleasure." Ron interjected with a wry smile.
"Oh." was all Connie had to say on the subject, and switched her gaze to the next item on the counter top.
"How 'bout this one?" she asked.
Brenda picked up the object and looked at Ron. "You want to explain this one?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Sure." he said. "It's really nothing more than a glorified rubber, Connie. It comes with a little bag of tiny stainless steel ball bearings that the user pours into it, along with some special lubricant, before fitting it over his penis. The straps go around his waist to keep it from slipping off and the wearer can experience prolonged automatic masturbation pleasure caused by the tiny ball bearings rolling around against his erect penis as he walks."
"Jerome would love one of those." Connie said. "I'm sure he would." Brenda agreed.
"Is that a glove?" Connie asked, pointing to the new and improved version of the first of Ron and Brenda's inventions.
"For all intents and purposes, yes." Brenda informed her. "But, this is a very special type of glove. We'll get around to letting you try it out after you've had time to experience some of the other devices." Connie studied the device for a moment. She saw the wires that connected the glove to the little control box but decided not to ask any more questions about it.
"Now you've gotten my curiosity up." she said.
"I hope I don't have to wait too long."
"Not too long, I promise." Brenda told her. "How would you like to try a smaller version of the same type of device? One that fits over your finger. As a matter-of-fact, that's what we call the device, The Finger."
"Sure...." Connie agreed. "What is it?"
Brenda gave Ron a questioning look to see if he had any objections.
"I think that's probably a good way for Connie to start out." he agreed.
"All right then...." Brenda said. "Let's see how you like this little gem, Connie."
Brenda pulled open one of the drawers in the front of the counter and removed a small unit. It looked like a condom for your finger, and had wires coming out of it leading to a little plastic box on a wrist cuff, just like the glove.
"This does the same thing as the glove but in a smaller, more concentrated area." she informed Connie. "We'll have you try it on your nipples and vagina, all right?"
"Okay. What do you want me to do?"
"Well, why don't you go ahead and start getting yourself undressed while Ron and I get the device ready for you?" Brenda suggested.
"All right." Connie said. "Do you want me all the way naked?"
"Yes." Brenda answered, and smiled encouragingly at her.
Ron moved to where Brenda was standing.
Connie took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before starting to unbutton her shirt.
Her employers busied themselves with the preparation of the device while the girl stripped off her clothing.
When she was finished folding her clothes and placing them on the carpet, she hopped up on the examining table.
"I'm ready." she announced.
"Okay ... I want you to lay down and put your feet into the stirrups, Connie." Brenda instructed without turning around.
Ron picked up the thermometer and the box of plastic covers before moving to the end of the table where a physician would have positioned himself had this indeed been a doctor's office. He sat on the little stool and watched as the girl get herself into position.
Connie did as she was told, lying on her back and squirming her butt down to the end of the table before cocking both knees and placing her feet into the stirrups, Completely exposing her lightly furred crotch and smooth buttocks to Ron's view. When she was in position she smiled briefly through her thighs at Ron.
Brenda stepped to Connie's side with the device in her hand.
"Which finger do you masturbate with?" she asked the girl.
Connie held up the middle finger of her right hand.
"All right Connie ... here's what I want you to do. I want you to slip this over your finger very carefully, and I'll fit the battery pack onto your wrist for you."
Connie did as she asked, carefully inserting her finger into the little latex sheath, trying not to get the wires tangled or crimped in the process.
Brenda fastened the battery/control pack to the girl's wrist and made sure the wires were laying down across her palm. When she was satisfied with the placement she turned the unit on and selected the "low" setting.
"Does it fit all right?" she asked Connie.
"Yeah, it feels fine."
"Good. I'm going to apply some clear lubricant to your nipples, and we'll start the test there. Also, Ron is going to insert the thermometer into your anus and start to record your temperature." she explained.
Ron snapped a sterile sleeve over the end of the thermometer and smeared it with lubricant before handing the capless tube to Brenda.
After squeezing a generous amount of the jelly onto her finger tip, she looked down at the naked girl laying on the table.
"Are you ready?"
"Sure." Connie answered. "Go ahead."
Brenda moved her hand to the breast nearest her and coated the entire soft pink nipple with the jelly. As she was moving her finger tip in little circles to distribute the jelly evenly, she felt Connie tense slightly and knew that Ron had just inserted the thermometer. She applied more of the lubricant to her finger and repeated the process with the girl's other nipple, finding herself becoming slightly aroused by the act of applying the slippery jelly to another female's nipples. Brenda had never had occasion to even look at a girl's nipples this closely, much less touch them.
When she was finished, Brenda placed the tube on the counter top and snatched a tissue from the dispenser to wipe her finger clean. After depositing the tissue in the waste receptacle she stepped to a small rack attached to the wall that contained the clipboards, and removed one before returning to Connie's side.
"Okay Connie . ... Ron is going to remain down at that end of the table so he can monitor your body temperature and record any changes while you experiment with this device." Brenda informed her. "Now, I want you to very carefully touch one of your nipples with the tip of the device." she instructed, and watched as Connie moved to do as she had been asked.
The instant the rubber tip made contact with the girl's shiny nipple, she sucked in sharply and arched her back upward.
"Ooooooo 'she breathed excitedly, and looked at Brenda.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Brenda said, giving the girl a knowing smile.
"Ohhhhh, it feels better than good. It's like somebody sucked on my entire tit with a mouthful of hot honey!" she exclaimed, and beamed up at Brenda who was nodding her agreement.
Brenda looked at the previously relaxed test nipple and saw that it had been transformed into a tightly puckered, sharply pointed little knot of flesh that had visibly stretched the skin immediately surrounding it, and was reminded of how her own nipple had looked and felt so many years before when she had tested a similar electrified device.
"Speaking of honey...." Ron said thoughtfully as he peered between the girl's thighs at her glistening labia. "Come here and take a look at this, Bren."
Brenda moved to where Ron was sitting and bent over to look into Connie's crotch.
"I'm going to touch your vagina for a moment, Connie, so don't be alarmed." Ron warned.
He reached between her thighs and over the hand that was keeping the thermometer up inside of Connie's anus. Ron gently wiped a finger along the lips of her vagina and held it up so both of them could see it. The tip was slicked with the girl's excitement and they studied it as if they had just discovered a fleck of gold.
Brenda looked into Ron's face and waggled her eyebrows at him before standing up and returning to her former position next to Connie's head.
"All right now Connie, I want you to go ahead and enjoy yourself for a little while. Play with your nipples while Ron and I see what happens down below, okay?" she said.
"No problem." Connie agreed quickly. "The only problem you're going to have is getting me to stop!' she joked, and grinned broadly at Brenda.
"I know what you mean." Brenda said, and gave the girl's arm a friendly squeeze. "Knock yourself out." she urged, and moved back down to where Ron sat still holding the thermometer in Connie's anus.
"All right, Connie...." Brenda said, "we're ready."
Connie touched the tip of the device to her other nipple and instantly issued another loud groan as the sensitive flesh was transformed into a steely little knot. After the initial shock wore off and she had relaxed her sharply arched back, Connie began to move the sheathed finger in little circles around her nipples, alternating between breasts and squirming around on the table with unrestrained passion, making Ron work to keep the thermometer from slipping out of her anus.
"Ohhhhh ohhh!. ... mmmmmmmm "
Connie whimpered and moaned as she pleasured herself for several minutes, sometimes flicking the device quickly back and forth across the very tip of one of her stiff nipples, and then returning to the slow circular teasing of the surrounding area.
Ron checked the thermometer and saw that the girl's temperature had risen almost half a degree.
Brenda charted the information.
"All right, Connie....that's enough stimulation to your nipples. I want you to start masturbating now." she directed, and watched as Connie immediately relocated both of her hands to her vagina.
"How do you want me to do it?" she asked.
"Just masturbate the same way you always do, okay?" Brenda suggested.
"All right." the girl agreed, and used the first and second finger of her left hand to gently spread her finely furred vagina open, exposing the glistening pink interior and her erect clitoris to her employer's view. The little button of shiny flesh was clearly visible, protruding from the folds of delicate tissue like a shiny pink pearl.
Connie wisely chose to make first contact between the device and her sensitive vagina a tentative one, and selected a spot just to the right of her clitoris. She brushed the tip of the sheathed finger against the delicate tissue for just an instant.
Her reaction was remarkable.
Instead of pulling the device away from her vagina she held it against the sensitive inside of her stretched, wet labia and squirmed her pelvis as much as her position would allow, panting rapidly as if she had just been doused with ice water.
Brenda straightened herself to observe Connie's face and saw that she was enjoying herself immensely.
The girl had the look of one who has just tasted a piece of rich, luscious fudge and is demonstrating her approval of the recipe with an exaggerated "Ummmmmmm, this is delicious!" face.
Ron tugged sharply at Brenda's sleeve and she stooped again to see what was happening at that end.
She peered at Connie's crotch and saw that a tiny rivulet of clear, syrupy fluid was drooling from the bottom of the 'V that was created in her vagina when she had spread it open with her fingers. The secretion had coated the tip of Ron's thumb which he had begun to use as a depth guide for the thermometer when Connie started writhing.
Ron pointed at the digital read-out on the thermometer and Brenda saw that it had risen another two-tenths of a degree.
She quickly updated the information on the clip-board and then checked the position of the device on the girl's vagina.
Connie had moved it, whether by accident or design, to a point about an eighth of an inch from the side of her now straining clitoris.
Brenda knew it would not be long before the girl made direct contact between the device and the blood engorged button of flesh.
Connie's breathing had progressed to shallow, jerking pulls, and she seemed to have forgotten all about her employer's presence, which is exactly the way they wanted it.
Then, as Ron and Brenda looked on, Connie held the device away from herself for a moment while she repositioned her fingers to gain more purchase and respread her shiny labia, opening her dribbling vagina even wider than before. She jammed the device up against her rock-hard clitoris, almost vibrating the masturbation tool against the stiff organ in her frantic state.
"Ahhhhh ... Ahhhhhh....Ahhhhhhh!" she growled as her entire body shivered and jerked.
Brenda glanced quickly at the girl's face again and was not surprised to see her eyes clamped shut and her mouth open wide as she experienced the intensity of full clitoral masturbation with the device.
Ron noticed with excitement that the simulated leather that covered the padded examination table had become wet all the way down under the girl's naked rear from the steady flow of vaginal secretions that were running into the cleft between her buttocks.
"Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm...." Connie expressed her ecstasy, moaning and whimpering as she masturbated furiously.
It took Ron a moment to focus on the digital readout because of Connie's jerky movements, but he was finally able to read the numbers on the thermometer. He mouthed the information to Brenda who began to enter the information on her chart.
As she was writing, Connie shrieked and then drew a huge lung-full of air, startling Brenda bad enough to make her drop her pen.
The girl's jerky humping and writhing was suddenly replaced with a full-body erection, her buttocks coming a foot off the table top and leaving the thermometer behind as she strained against the stirrups, her toes curled down so violently that the soles of her feet had gone white. The hand that Connie had been using to spread her vagina open was jerked away and flew to the edge of the table where she clamped it tightly. The now motionless masturbation device was pressed tightly against her rigid clitoris and her body simply vibrated all over as if she were straining with all her might against an immovable object.
Ron and Brenda gazed fascinated into the girl's crotch at the freely flowing vaginal fluid as it dripped from her tightly clinched buttocks like melting butter, forming a little pool on the table top.
Brenda didn't even think that Connie was breathing as her orgasm screeched through her body, and actually became a little concerned after several seconds. But then, just as she was about to give Ron a worried tap on the shoulder, Connie exhaled explosively and her body went limp, her butt making a wet slapping sound as it hit the slick table top.
Connie immediately withdrew her hand from her vagina and held the device near her shoulder as if it were a loaded gun, "OHHhhhhh ... OHHhhhhhh. ... OHHHhhhhh........' she moaned over and over between shaky breaths. Her eyes were still closed and Brenda thought she could see a faint smile on the girl's slightly parted lips.
Ron took a deep breath and exhaled rather loudly in his frustrated excitement.
He didn't dare stand up because the iron-hard erection he had received while watching the test subject experience such a magnificent orgasm would certainly embarrass him, and very likely render him unable to walk properly. So, he reached around behind him, pulled a tissue from the box on the cart, and began to wipe the jelly and vaginal fluid from the thermometer. He attempted to whistle softly as he wiped the instrument off in order to display his objective position in the whole affair, but found himself unable to produce anything more than a feeble whooshing sound because his mouth had gone dry on him.
Brenda heard the noise and shot him an affectionate "Give me a break" look. Then she moved close to Connie's head, retrieving her pen from the carpet on the way.
Connie either heard Brenda approach or felt her presence because she opened her eyes to half-mast and looked up into her face.
"Give me a candid, honest first impression, Connie." she said, raising her eyebrows to indicate the importance of the girl's honesty.
Connie took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled loudly.
"To die for....that fucking thing is to die for." Connie answered, then smiled weakly at Brenda.
Brenda returned the smile, and wrote the girl's reply on her chart verbatim.
A moment later she asked "Would you like me to clean you up a little, Connie?"
"Please." the girl answered. "I don't feel like doing much of anything except laying here for a little while and enjoying the wonderful humming in my body."
"All right." Brenda said. "You just relax and I'll get you cleaned up so you can get dressed."
Brenda moved back to where Ron was still sitting.
"Excuse me, please."
Ron hesitated for a moment before complying.
"I think I'll go and take care of some paper work." he informed Brenda.
She glanced at the bulge in his pants and smiled warmly.
"I think that's probably a very good idea." she said, and jerked her thumb toward the door.
Ron stood up to leave and Brenda cracked a huge grin when she saw the extent of his condition. He kept his back to the table so that Connie wouldn't see his powerful erection and stepped toward the door.
She shook her head slightly and sat down on the stool.
"We'll meet you back in the office in a few minutes, Ron." she told him, pulling several tissues from the box on the cart. Then she heard the door being opened.
"Okay." was all he had to say.
Brenda heard the door click closed.
She looked at Connie's drenched crotch and sighed a little to herself before reaching in with the tissues and dabbing at the girl's hypersensitive vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmm " Connie moaned lustily, and Brenda immediately pulled the tissue away.
Connie realized what had happened and quickly apologized for the response.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Brenda." she said, putting a hand to her mouth. "I didn't mean that to sound like I was getting off on having you touch my beaver or anything." she explained. "It's just that it's still so sensitive down there that any kind of contact would make me moan."
"Don't be silly. I didn't think anything of the kind, Connie. In fact, I'm very glad that the device had such a profound effect on your body. If you feel like moaning while I clean you up, then you go right ahead and moan away. Please be yourself around me."
"I Just may do that." the girl said, and laughed softly.
Brenda reached forward once more and placed the little wad of tissues at the base of the girl's vagina. She gently wiped it with an upward motion, moving the tissue slowly along in the narrow groove between Connie's sensitive lips, and found herself enjoying the ensuing moan of pleasure that escaped the girl's throat.
It required several careful wipes to clean Connie's vagina, and Brenda had to resupply herself before going to work on the girl's bottom.
"Can you pull your knees towards your chest for me, Connie?"
"Yeah." the girl replied, pulling her feet out of the stirrups and holding on to her knees with her hands to form her body into a cannon-ball shape.
Brenda placed the crumpled tissues near Connie's tail bone and then pulled the wad of paper up between the girl's widely spread buttocks and across her glistening anus to a point just below her vagina. It took several wipes, and a couple of throaty groans from Connie to complete the task.
"Don't move for a second." Brenda warned, and quickly grabbed another handful of tissues. She swiped several times at the wet mess on the padded top of the table.
"Okay Connie, you're all done down here." Brenda got up from the stool.
She watched as the naked girl carefully rolled onto her side and worked herself into a sitting position with her butt well back and her hands gripping the edge of the table for support.
"Here...." Brenda said, snatching a couple more tissues from the box and stepping close to Connie. "Let me get that stuff off of your nipples for you."
"You know something?" Connie asked, as Brenda gently wiped at her soft pink nipples, making her smooth young breasts sway and jiggle. "I don't think it matters whether it's a male or a female, it feels good to have somebody else do the wiping down there for a change." she informed Brenda with an almost philosophical quality in her voice.
"Well, I'll have to take your word on that one, Connie." she said, making the last couple of passes at the girl's nipples.
"Why don't you ask your boyfriend to do it for you?" Connie suggested.
"Who, Ron?" Brenda looked at the girl. "Ron and I are just business partner's, Connie. That's all." she informed her, and tossed the used tissues into the waste basket.
"Oh, sorry." the girl apologized, and slipped off the table. She bent and picked up her clothing, laying the articles out in order on the table.
"Don't worry about it." Brenda soothed.
She watched as Connie dressed herself, helping out a couple of times by handing her the next obvious item of clothing to be put on.
When they were finished, Brenda put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Did you enjoy yourself Connie?"
The girl looked at her for a moment as if she were selecting just the right words to express how she felt.
"Well, I can tell you this much...." she began. "I didn't know that an orgasm like that was even possible, much less that it would ever happen to me."
"Good." Brenda said and smiled warmly at the girl. "I'm really glad it worked so well for you. Now we'd better get back to the office before Ron begins to wonder if were in here experimenting without him."
They both laughed at Brenda's humor, and made their way back to the office.
Connie filled out the necessary forms, and Ron paid her out of petty cash for an hour's "work", though she hadn't actually spent an hour with them.
They sent the girl on her way after scheduling her to come in and test another product the following week.
CHAPTER SIX
I.D.E.A.S. received a few more calls that day but none of them panned out.
Ron and Brenda spent the rest of the afternoon comparing notes on the girl's behavior and came to the obvious conclusion that the device she had tested for them was a sure bet to make their accountant a happy man.
"I might even take one of those myself." Brenda quipped.
Ron wasn't so sure she was joking.
"Did you see how hard she climaxed?" he asked, shaking his head a little and shifting in his seat.
"Yeah, and I also thought you were going to squirt in your pants," she joked, smiling broadly at him.
"Whew....boy howdy." he agreed. "I'll tell you what Bren, watching that little girl squirm around and juice up her butt and the table like she did gave me an erection like I haven't had since I slipped my finger in Carol Armstrong's little muff in the seventh grade."
Brenda laughed heartily at Ron's story for several moments before wadding up a piece of paper and bouncing it off his head.
"Maybe you should consider masturbating before you engage in testing sessions with nubile females." Brenda suggested. "I'd be happy to help you with that little chore, you know."
Ron looked at her affectionately for a moment. "I know you would Bren, but we decided not to have sex with each other, remember?"
"That's true...." she agreed, "but helping each other masturbate isn't the same thing. It's simply an easy solution to a very uncomfortable problem that looks as though it's going to happen to one or the other of us on a regular basis, Ron."
"You know, I can see the logic in what you're saying." Ron admitted. "I don't know, do you really think we could do that and not become all gushy about each other?" he asked.
"Of course I do." Brenda said confidently. "Pull down your pants and I'll prove it to you."
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Absolutely." Brenda answered, looking him straight in the eye. She pulled open the drawer on her side of the desk and fished around inside for moment before producing a tube of lubricant. She held the item up and smiled seductively at her partner.
"You've never even seen my cock up close." he reminded her. "And besides, you'd have to be very careful with the equipment, Brenda. Everything down there is painfully frustrated." he informed her.
"First time for everything." she countered, and got out of her chair. "And I'll be extremely careful with you, I promise." She walked around to where he was sitting. "Come on hot shot, let's see what you've got in there."
She smiled so sweetly at him that Ron couldn't resist. So he heaved a sigh and stood up in front of her.
"Atta boy." Brenda praised, and handed him the tube of lubricant.
She reached down and cautiously fondled his testicles through his pants for a few moments before beginning to unfasten his pants for him, working at the button and zipper slowly and deliberately to increase his excitement. When she had succeeded in opening the front, she pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles, almost bumping the fully erect penis that sprang out with her chin in the process.
"My....what big balls you have, Grandpa." she said with put-on surprise as she ogled the swollen sack. Still squatting, she looked up at his face and smiled as she cupped his painfully inflated testicles in both hands. "Ohhhh Ron...." Brenda almost gasped. "Your poor balls are as hard as rocks!"
"Tell me about it." he said sarcastically, and grimaced slightly as she fondled the distended glands.
"Well, you just sit right down and let me take care of it for you." she ordered, and Ron could see that she meant it.
He eased himself back into the chair and spread his thighs wide.
Brenda snatched the tube of lubricant from his hand and spun the cap off, letting it fall onto the carpet in her haste to help her friend. She squeezed a large amount of the clear jelly into the palm of her hand and set the tube on the desk top. She rubbed her hands together to thoroughly coat them and then kneeled on the carpet between his thighs. Then she carefully cupped Ron's hot testicles in one hand and wrapped the slippery fingers of her right hand around his throbbing penis.
"Ohhhhhh " Ron groaned and allowed his head to loll back as she began to stroke his penis slowly for him.
"I never realized how really big your penis was, Ron." she said, looking at the shiny organ and estimating it's length and girth to be comparable to those being rammed in and out of willing vagina's in a number of adult video's she had viewed. "Am I doing this correctly for you?" she asked, and increased the speed of her stroking slightly.
"Fine." he breathed.
Brenda decided not to ask him any more silly questions.
She watched his penis intently as she masturbated him, sliding her warm, slippery hand up and down the length of the straining organ from the thick base to the silky, blood engorged head with deliberate precision, not increasing or decreasing her speed or the pressure of her grip in the least. Then, she hit on the idea of talking dirty to him as she stroked his penis, thinking that the extra arousal might help her to relieve his painful condition a little sooner.
"Mmmmmmmm I wish you would have let me do this for you before now." she said in her sultriest voice. "I'm really getting into stroking your big cock, Ron. Maybe sometime you'll let me suck on your balls for you while you jack-off. Or maybe you'd like it if I sucked on the head of your cock while you masturbate, and when you squirted, I would swallow every last drop of your hot sperm."
Brenda looked at his face and saw the intense concentration there. She was certain that he was forming mental pictures of the acts she was describing to him and knew by the way he was tensing up that he was getting close.
"Or . ... maybe you'd like to watch me masturbate for you, Ron. I could get naked and spread my legs open, and then you could watch me stick my finger's up into my hairy pussy. Ummmmmm.......I know you like to look at my hairy pussy, Ron. Or maybe you'd like to watch me put a big hair brush handle up inside of my pussy and fuck myself . ... or in my asshole if you want me to. You could watch me fuck it in and out of my asshole, Ron any time you want I'll let you watch me do nasty things to my pussy and ass. You can look at my naked ass or my tits, I know you like to look at my big nip-"
The explosive gush of sperm jetting out of Ron's penis startled Brenda into silence for a moment.
The first huge discharge of thick, white liquid shot at least eighteen inches into the air and splattered down across Brenda's bare wrist and forearm, the sudden hot splash of Ron's release causing her to moan loudly with excitement at the feel of his sperm on her arm.
She began to stroke his penis furiously.
Brenda unconsciously began to work on his testicles as she masturbated him, and moaned even louder as the second glut of liquid spurted from the head of Ron's penis, this time landing in a long, strung-out line across his lower stomach.
Brenda didn't think about it, she simply reacted to the excitement of the moment as she closed her eyes and leaned her head in, positioning her open mouth directly over the head of Ron's penis.
The next ejaculation hit the back of Brenda's throat and she moaned loudly before an involuntary muscle spasm took over and she swallowed the thick fluid without even closing her mouth.
Twice more she moaned and swallowed the white-hot contents of Ron's testicles before the quantity began to taper off and the sperm simply dribbled out of his penis and coated her still madly pumping hand.
Ron hadn't made a sound throughout his orgasm and Brenda feared that he would suddenly look at her and know what she had done.
She let go of his empty balls and wiped her left forearm across her mouth to get rid of any tell-tale wetness before slowing her masturbation to a deliberate, rhythmic stroking again.
Ron remained in the same basic position for several more seconds, the only movement from him being the gentle twitching of his thighs as Brenda continued to stroke his softening penis.
Finally, he brought his head forward and opened his eyes to look at Brenda.
"Son of a bitch I needed that." he breathed.
"Yes, you did." Brenda agreed and offered him her warmest smile. She was still moving her hand up and down his softening penis, gazing dreamily at the sizable organ and listening to the sexy little smacking sounds her hand was making with the mixture of lubricating jelly and Ron's thick sperm.
"What about you, Bren?"
"Oh....don't worry about me, Ron." she answered. "I'll take care of that."
The mischievous smile that flickered across her lips left no doubt in Ron's mind that Brenda would indeed "take care" of herself.
"Why don't you go into the bathroom and clean yourself up?" she suggested, and struggled up off her knees.
"Good idea." he agreed, and hoisted himself out of the chair. After jerking up his shorts and pants and holding them together in front, he looked at her.
"Thanks, Bren."
"All part of the service, sir." she quipped, then watched him trudge down the short hallway to the bathroom and disappear inside.
Brenda sat down in the same chair she had just masturbated Ron in and eased a hand inside of her pants to feel the crotch of her panties. They were so wet that she bent forward and checked the crotch of her pants. They too, sported a noticeable wet spot.
"Oh great," she muttered to herself, and tried to relax until Ron was through in the bathroom. She moved her tongue around in her mouth and realized that she could still taste Ron's sperm. She had never done anything like that before, and found herself smiling at the realization that she had actually masturbated him into her mouth.
A few moments later she heard the door open and Ron returned to the office.
"All better?" Brenda asked.
"Much." he replied, and plopped down in one of the other chairs.
Brenda stood up suddenly.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, Ron. I'm going to go check my oil."
Ron gave Brenda a knowing smile and simply nodded to her as she walked past him.
Brenda went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She flipped the light switch on and quickly got her pants and very wet panties down around her ankles before positioning her naked butt on the forward edge of the toilet seat and leaning back against the tank.
She spread her thighs wide apart and teased herself further by lightly stroking the sensitive insides of her thighs from her knees to her crotch before dipping a finger into her vagina and tasting the syrupy wetness as she had always done as a prelude to masturbating.
After inserting the anointed finger into her mouth she used her free hand to masturbate to a frothy, shuddering orgasm, the musky flavor of her vagina on her tongue and very nasty fantasies concerning Ron's impressive penis on her mind.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"...Eleven twenty-one east Mangrove street, suite two." Brenda said into the telephone.
Ron was just returning to the office after having done as much adjusting to the saddle as he could for the time being, and Brenda jogged her eyebrows at him as he entered the little room.
"It's easy to find....there's a white Ford pick-up truck parked directly in front of our door. You can't miss it." Brenda informed the caller. "And be sure to bring your driver's license for proof of age." she added before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone.
"Male of female?" Ron asked as he stored his tools in the beat up little tool box in the corner.
"A guy this time." she answered. "Nineteen, I think he said. I told him pretty much everything there was to tell and he just got more and more excited about the whole idea. So, I made an appointment for him in about " she looked at the clock, "Forty minutes."
"Great!" Ron exclaimed. "I guess you were right, Bren. It doesn't look like were going to have any trouble at all finding willing subjects." he said, and let the top of the tool box slam noisily.
Ron turned to look at his partner and saw the familiar grimace she wore every time he slammed the tool box.
"Must you do that?" she asked for the umpteenth time.
"Sorry, Bren." he said sheepishly, and sat down in his chair. "What do you think we should have him test first?"
"How 'bout The Shell?" she suggested.
"Perfect." Ron agreed. "That one's been ready for testing since May and I'm really anxious to see how it fares."
"All right then, it's settled." Brenda said. "Are you sure you can remember how to mix that stuff for the mold?" she asked him.
"Not to worry." he said confidently. "I've done it so many times I could mix it in my sleep."
"Good. Then I'll get the measurements for the prostate tool while you're making the shell." she informed him.
"Sounds good, Ollie." Ron joked, tenting his finger's on top of his head and giving Brenda a goofy smile.
Brenda laughed at his impression of Stan Laurel and then set about preparing the new questionnaire.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At six minutes after three the entrance door to I .D .E. A. S. pushed open and a well built young man wearing a brilliant white tee-shirt that contrasted beautifully against his rich California tan, stepped into the office.
"Brad?" Brenda inquired.
"Yeah." The young man answered.
"Well, come in and sit down." she said, and gestured toward the seat she had placed near the desk in preparation for his arrival.
Brad did as she directed, stepping lightly to the chair and plunking himself down.
Brenda introduced him to Ron and then picked up her pen.
"I've already explained most of what we do here to Brad, Ron, but I'm sure he has more questions to ask." she said, and looked questioningly at Brad.
The young man squirmed a little in his seat.
There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, then Brenda decided to bail him out.
"Well...." she began, "what we are looking for is people to test masturbation devices for us while we monitor the changes in their bodies, Brad." Brenda explained. "We monitor body temperature for the most part because we feel that some people may tell us that the product is great when in reality it might be just so-so, and a person's body temperature doesn't lie."
"Okay." was all he had to say.
Brenda looked at him carefully and decided that the exuberant, outgoing young man she had spoken to over the phone wasn't quite so extroverted in person.
In fact, he was down right shy.
She shot Ron a "Help me!" look, then quickly changed to a friendly "I'll get you for this!" glare when he did nothing more than shrug his shoulders at her.
Brenda took a deep breath and exhaled as quietly as she could to avoid telegraphing her aggravation to Brad.
"Well....let's start the interview and you can answer a few simple questions for me. That'll give us an idea what kind of masturbation you engage in and then we'll know what kind of things you would be more likely to enjoy testing for us, Brad."
Brenda went down the list of questions explaining each one in great detail for Brad and trying to interpret his cryptic answers.
Ron didn't help matters.
He squirmed around uncomfortably in his chair and drummed his fingers on the desk top when Brenda asked Brad such questions as what masturbation technique he normally used or approximately how much sperm he ejaculated, giving examples of relative quantities like "A teaspoonful or a tablespoon?".
When the question and answer portion of the interview was finally finished and they had discussed and agreed on payment for services rendered, Ron suggested a tour of the facility to acquaint Brad with the various products that were in the developmental stage or ready for testing.
Ron opened the door at the end of the hallway and held it for Brad as he passed through.
Brenda followed the young man and gave Ron a playful elbow in the ribs for leaving her to carry the ball back in the office.
Brad walked right past the saddle and made a bee-line for the Nautilus machine.
"Nice equipment." he complimented, stroking the metal frame almost lovingly. "Do you use it much." he asked, giving Ron the once over with his eyes.
Ron immediately felt self-conscious and sucked in his stomach.
"Only when Bren schedules an arm wresting match between us." Ron answered. "She's a real sport about letting me prepare myself in advance." he joked, curling his arm a couple of times.
Brad smiled at Ron's joke, surprising and pleasing Brenda who had come to the conclusion that the guy was only able to relax on the phone.
Then, he noticed the machine in the opposite comer.
"What's that thing?" he asked.
"We call it the Saddle." Ron answered.
"Female stuff." Brenda added.
"Oh." Brad replied, and dropped the subject.
"Let's go ahead and take Brad to the testing room, Ron." Brenda suggested.
The men followed her across the carpet to one of the three closed doors at the far side of the room.
Brenda opened a door and allowed Brad to enter the already prepared room. She reached in after him and hit the light switch before entering, allowing Ron to bring up the rear.
The room looked a little like a workshop.
The counter that shared a common wall with the room that Connie had done her testing in was slightly cluttered with equipment that looked like the sort of stuff one would find in a ceramic shop.
There was an open cardboard box with a plastic liner almost full of white powder, and tin canister with the lid tightly closed. A sink had been installed in the far end of the counter and the handles and faucet where caked with cured latex and white powder, with only a spot here and there where the gleaming chrome peeked through to indicate their newness.
Several chairs lined the wall in the back of the room, one of them covered with a flower-print sheet.
There was a box close to the sink with latex gloves poking out of the slit in the top, and several used gloves with a coating of the same type of material that was stuck to the faucet were draped haphazardly over the edge of the waste basket in the corner, indicating that some one had used them to protect their hands while mixing the sticky looking substance. Still another box contained a jumble of wires, little plastic cases, and a few loose nine-volt batteries.
In the center of the counter a hand towel had been laid out and a working model of the Shell had been arranged on the white terry cloth.
Brenda spoke first, deciding that waiting for Ron to begin was a bad idea.
"What we're going to do here is make a detailed mold of your penis and scrotum, Brad." she explained. Then we'll use that mold to make a hollow replica out of a special latex compound that is infused with a metal alloy powder to allow conductivity, and fit it onto your genitals. The device will be connected to a small power pack " Brenda turned and reached into the box containing the electric parts, and picked up one of the little plastic boxes with wires protruding from one end. She held it up for Brad to see. "Like this one. The battery inside delivers a mild electric charge through the wires to the conductive latex of the shell, and stimulates the nerve endings in your penis and scrotum producing very intense, very pleasurable sensations."
Brad nodded politely several times during Brenda's oration and waited until she was finished before pointing to the spoon-shaped object laying next to the shell.
"What's that for?"
"That part goes into your anus and stimulates your prostate gland at the same time." she explained.
"My what?" Brad asked with a look that displayed his ignorance of anatomy.
"Your prostate gland." she repeated. "It's a small gland in your rectum that controls ejaculation. That part of the device goes into the anus and provides a significant increase in the user's pleasure."
"Oh." Brad said flatly, as if he had no real interest in anything to do with his anus.
"Anyway, we'll see how you like it." Brenda said, bringing her detailed explanation to a close. "Why don't you go ahead take all your clothes off, and we'll get started.
Brad looked at her for a moment before starting to undress, apparently trying to determine if she was embarrassed at idea of seeing him naked. Then he gave a little shrug and stripped his t shirt off in one easy motion, revealing his powerful physique.
Brenda glanced at the young man's washboard stomach for just an instant before turning away and snatching a couple of gloves from the box on the counter. She pulled the gloves on and waited for Ron to tell her what to do.
Ron took up his position at the counter near the sink and began to adjust the water temperature from the tap.
"Hand me the casting material please." he said to Brenda.
She did as she was asked, and then pulled out a drawer and removed two large stainless steel mixing bowls and an every day, garden variety wooden spoon.
After setting these items close to Ron, she grabbed the little measuring cup from behind the tin canister.
"How much?" she asked.
"Two cups....exactly." Ron answered, and watched as she carefully transferred the correct amount of powder from the lined box to the mixing bowl.
He thanked her and took the measuring cup from her hand. After carefully measuring out the correct amount of very warm water, he added it to the bowl.
Brenda began to mix the contents of the bowl, making certain not to leave any undissolved lumps. When she was satisfied with her efforts she turned and looked at Brad, who had finished undressing and stood completely naked by one of the chairs.
Acting as though she was completely unaffected by his nudity, Brenda looked Brad straight in the eyes.
"This mixture must be spread over your genitals while your penis is still soft. The idea is to allow your penis to become fully erect as the material cures, which will give us a perfect replica of it in its ready state. You may apply it if you wish, but if you prefer, I'll do it for you." she said.
Brad thought it over for a moment.
"It's not going to hurt or anything, is it?"
"Of course not." Brenda answered. "In fact, it should feel very good. It's warm, and sort of wet." she explained. "And it won't stick to you, either. The compound has a silicone base."
"Well, why don't you go ahead and do it." he said, and crossed his arms in front of him.
"Fine." she agreed. "I'll need you to stand with your legs spread wide apart."
Brad did as she instructed, repositioning his feet and spreading his legs.
Brenda pulled one of the chairs to a spot close in front of him and sat down.
"All you have to do is relax Brad, and let nature take it's course." she told him. "It's important that you achieve a very hard erection in order to get the best fit possible when we mold the actual shell for you, okay?"
"Okay." he answered. "I'll do my best.
"Good." Brenda said and gave him a pleased smile.
Ron brought the mixing bowl over to Brenda and held it in front of her while she immersed both gloved hands into the foamy white mixture, scrubbing them together to thoroughly coat the protective gloves with it.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yes." he answered.
Brad sucked in a long, deep breath and moved his hands to his buttocks as Brenda cupped his testicles in one hand and grasped his flaccid penis in the other.
She began to smear the warm, slippery mixture all over his almost hairless scrotum and slender penis, rolling his testicles around sexily and gently squeezing and massaging his soft organ, making it squish and worm through her fingers.
It didn't take long for Brad's sexual equipment to respond to Brenda's concentrated efforts, and he began to lewdly hump his pelvis forward and backward slightly as she fondled him.
His average sized penis began to swell beautifully, stiffening to the point where she could slide her hand up and down the shaft, effectively masturbating him in her attempt to get his penis as hard as possible.
Once, she let go of his genitals and dipped her hands into the mixing bowl again to replenish her supply of warm casting material, and Brad groaned appreciatively when she grasped his almost fully erect penis again and resumed her exciting masturbation.
Brenda dipped her left hand into the bowl one last time and worked the now quickly jelling material into his scrotum to ensure that she got the best coating possible before ending that part of the session.
She let go of Brad's genitals and held her sticky hands in front of her like a surgeon while Ron quickly returned the bowl to the counter top and filled the remaining bowl with cold water.
He left the water running in his haste, and held the bowl for Brenda while she dipped her hands into it and immediately began to stroke Brad's encased penis again, the sudden cooler temperature causing the casting material to set up quickly before Brad began to lose his erection.
After several more dips into the bowl of water, Brenda suddenly reached behind Brad's testicles with both hands and got a grip on the paper thin trailing edge of the flexible cast, carefully peeling it downward and toward her.
Brad's testicles popped out of the mold, making him groan slightly.
Brenda then began to gently work the mold off of Brad's softening penis. After wiggling it back and forth a few times, his stiff erection finally pulled free, and Brenda held the finished casting in her hands.
"There....that wasn't so bad, was it Brad?" she asked, looking up into his face and offering him a genuine smile.
Brad reached down and fondled his penis for a moment as if to make certain it was still all there.
"Huh uh." he answered flatly.
Brenda lowered her gaze to Brad's rigid penis for a moment and saw that it was bobbing up and down stiffly from it's owner's familiar fingering. She got out of her chair and deposited the model on the counter. After stripping off her stiffening gloves she turned and faced Brad again, secretly admiring the young man's exciting body for just a moment.
"Now what?" Brad asked shyly.
Ron answered this question.
"Now, I'll mix up a batch of very special latex-based material that's been dusted with micron-fine metal alloy powder, and pour it into the mold Brenda just made of your genitals." he explained. "The wiring for the power supply will be incorporated into the shell while it's still in its liquid state and when it sets up in a few minutes, I'll trim the edges clean, provide a hole in the tip to allow for ejaculation, and the finished product will be an exact replica of your penis and scrotum, right down to the tiny wrinkles in the skin. When you fit it onto yourself and turn on the power-pack, you'll be treated to sensations you never thought possible."
"Cool." Brad said, and sat down.
Ron went to work mixing the material, and Brenda busied herself by peeling the unused casting material from the mixing bowl and wooden spoon.
As Ron was beginning to pour the material into the mold, Brenda slipped on another latex glove, grabbed a tube of K-Y jelly from the drawer and stepped over to Brad.
"I still have one more thing to do, Brad." she began. "I have to measure the exact distance from the outside of your anus to your prostate gland so we can shape the anal stimulator to you specifications."
"Okay." he agreed, and remained seated.
"I need you to stand up and bend over, just like at the doctor's." she told him, offering Brad her most reassuring smile.
"Oh." he said, and got out of the chair.
He turned around and bent all the way over, balancing himself by placing his hands on the chair he had been sitting in.
Brenda coated her gloved index finger with the lubricant and placed the tube on the chair near his hands.
"Okay Brad, I want you to put your hands back here and spread yourself a little for me."
He did as she asked without answering, placing his hands on his backside and pulling his buttocks wide apart for Brenda.
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"Thank you." she said politely. "Now just relax and try to enjoy this."
"Okay." came the predictable response.
Brenda smiled to herself and leaned down. She placed the tip of her gloved finger against Brad's wrinkled anus and slowly slipped it all the way inside of him, suddenly becoming very aroused by the snugness and heat.
Brad moaned slightly at the invasion, but held very still for her.
"Does that feel all right?" she asked, genuinely concerned with his comfort.
"Yeah....I guess so."
Brenda wormed her finger around inside of Brad's tight anus for several seconds, thoroughly exciting herself as she searched for the elusive little gland.
"Mmmmmmmm...." Brad moaned at the same instant Brenda felt her finger tip brush across something hard.
She knew she had located his prostate.
"Got it." she declared, and marked the depth by squeezing the end of her thumb against the side of her finger next to the opening in Brad's anus. But before withdrawing her finger, she couldn't resist tickling the little gland to see what kind of reaction she got from him.
Brad issued a lusty groan loud enough to make Ron turn from his work and look at Brenda.
She shrugged her shoulders and gave him an "I just couldn't help myself' smile before slowly pulling her finger out of Brad's hot anus.
Brad stood straight again as Brenda stepped to the counter and pulled a wooden ruler from the drawer. She measured the distance from the tip of her finger to where the end of her thumb was marking the depth.
"Four and one half centimeters." she announced.
Brenda replaced the ruler and stripped off the glove, tossing it past Ron and into the waste basket. She turned and looked at Brad.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yeah." he answered. "That really felt good. What did you call that gland? A prostrate?"
Brenda was a little surprised at Brad's comparatively long answer.
"ProsTATE." she corrected. "And if you think that felt good, wait till you see how good the anal tool will make you feel."
"Almost ready here." Ron announced.
"Excuse me." she said, and stepped to Ron's side.
Brenda watched as Ron hand-shaped the still pliable anal tool, molding a ridge into the shaft that would hold the device tightly inside of Brad's anus.
Three minutes later the entire unit was ready for testing, and Brenda took an elastic band with Velcro fasteners at each end out of the drawer.
She walked to Brad and slipped her arms around his waist for a moment, then pulled the ends of the band to the front where she pressed the Velcro ends together. The band snapped lightly against his lower stomach as she let go.
"This is where the power-pack goes." she informed him.
Ron handed her a tube of K-Y jelly just before she asked him for it, and she smiled her thanks to him.
"I'm going to coat your penis with lubricant now, Brad." Brenda informed him. "Number one, it helps the tiny current flow and number two, we need your penis to be fully erect before we put the shell on it. Okay?" she asked, squeezing a lump of the jelly into the palm of her right hand as she spoke.
"Sure."
Brenda could tell by the deeper tone of his voice that he was becoming more aroused as the experiment progressed. She sat down in the chair again and Brad immediately moved into position close in front of her, obediently spreading his feet apart.
"Thank you." Brenda said, and looked up into his boyish face for a moment as she rubbed her palms together.
Once again, Brenda went to work on the young man's penis and testicles, smearing the jelly carefully over the entire surface his scrotum and using her slippery fingers to coax his soft penis to life.
Two minutes later Brenda was sliding her hand up and down Brad's rock-hard penis and fingering his testicles with a little more intent than was actually necessary to accomplish the task. She found herself staring longingly at the stiff, glistening organ as she worked. Finally, she announced to an amused Ron that Brad was ready, and reluctantly let go of his genitals.
Ron stepped closer and handed her the shell, allowing the anal tool to dangle in her lap.
She quickly slipped Brad's stiff penis into the device and carefully stretched the lower portion over his testicles. She hooked the power-pack onto the elastic waist-band and looked up at him again.
"How does it feel?" she asked Brad.
"Great." he answered. "Perfect."
"Okay, Brad...." she said, handing him the anal tool. "I need you to turn around and hand the tool back to me through your thighs." Brenda instructed.
Brad did as he was asked, and Brenda reached between his legs to retrieve the tool.
"Bend all the way over for me now."
Brad did so, and Brenda couldn't help taking a good look at the young man's naked buttocks before continuing with her work.
A few moments later she used her jelly-slicked fingers to thoroughly lubricate his anus, wiping the slippery tips sexily back and forth across the hot, twitching opening until it was thoroughly coated. She brought the tool close to Brad's rear and carefully eased it in between his buttocks. Brenda placed her left hand on Brad's hip to steady him, and began to slip the tool slowly into his anua, almost moaning her arousal as the tip disappeared.
Brenda kept a steady, gentle pressure on the tool, watching it slowly enter Brad's body up to the wider ridged area. Without thinking, she moved her free hand to Brad's rear and placed her thumb near his anus, spreading his left buttock open a little as she worked the ridge into him, biting her lower lip to stifle a groan of lusty excitement as the ring of muscles finally stretched open enough to allow the ridge to pass inside, and then closed tightly around the narrower portion of the shaft again, locking the tool inside of him.
"Well....that should do it." she announced, her voice a little huskier than she would have liked.
"How do you feel, Brad?" Ron asked.
"A little weird, but the equipment feels good." he answered.
"Are you ready to give it a test run?" Brenda asked him.
"Sure."
"All right." she began. "Let's see, why don't you sit down very carefully with your butt on the edge of the chair, and we'll turn it on for you."
Brad did as she said, sitting down and leaning back comfortably in the chair. Since the shell had been formed as he was standing with his penis jutting straight out in front of his body, the mold encasing his erect organ kept it in an almost upright position even in Brad's current laid back pose. When he had squirmed around a little and made himself as comfortable as possible, he allowed his thighs to fall open by themselves.
Ron thought that the young man probably slouched that way naturally.
Brenda stepped close and studied the little switches on the control box for a moment before making her decision. She switched the level to the "high" position and flicked the switch that turned the unit on.
Instantly Brad's eyes closed, his hands gripped the edges of the seat and he issued a long, lusty groan. His buttocks began to flex rhythmically, causing his groin to hump upward as the mild current trickled through his genitals and prostate gland.
Brenda's nipples began to stiffen as she witnessed the erotic display, and she imagined herself straddling the young man's hips and squatting down over the thrusting Shell, could almost feel it stretching her wet pussy open and thrilling her to the marrow.
Even Ron was affected by what he saw. His testicles pulled up and his penis began to swell, causing him to jam a hand into his pocket and adjust himself before his excitement became apparent to Brenda and the test subject.
"How does it feel, Brad?" Brenda asked, once again uncomfortable with the husky quality in her voice.
"Feels like someone's suckin' me off, or jackin' me off, or somethin'." he answered, not bothering to open his eyes. "It's like my body's moving all by itself."
"And the anal tool?"
"Like there's a six-inch tongue lickin' around up inside my asshole." he replied excitedly.
Brenda tried to maintain her composure as a wave of giant goose bumps washed over her entire body, and she was suddenly quite certain that her panties had just become wet.
Brad's breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, and Brenda watched with increasing excitement as his stomach muscles rippled sexily and his Shell encased erection waved around stiffly with each upward thrust of his pelvis.
Ron had backed himself into the corner near the sink and was leaning against the edge of the counter, his hands folded in front of his now very erect penis.
Brad suddenly groaned loudly and threw back his head. His thighs began to twitch spastically and his pelvis lurched upward as a thick gob of sperm spurted out of the hole Ron had cut in the tip of the shell, splashing across his lower stomach. It was followed in rapid succession by another, and another, and another.
Brenda's knees went weak and she licked her lips, almost groaning along with Brad as she watched him ejaculate all over his bare, rippling stomach without the benefit of manual masturbation.
Ron cleared his throat and Brenda snapped out of her lusty daze.
She glanced at Ron for a moment and then at Brad again, and realized that his orgasm had come to a conclusion. She reached down and fumbled with the switch on the power-pack for a moment, intentionally smearing her fingers with Brad's warm sperm. She finally managed to turn off the current.
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Brad groaned, flexing the tight muscles in his thighs and looking down at himself.
"Are you all right?" Brenda asked, trying desperately not to show her excitement.
"Yeah...." Brad answered. "I'm fine. But my dick is still tingling." he said, and chuckled to himself. "Man, I don't know exactly what that thing did to me, but I liked it!"
"We thought you might." Brenda said, and stepped to the counter to slip on another pair of gloves. When she was sure no one was looking at her, she secretly licked Brad's sperm from her fingers, receiving another wave of goose bumps for her effort. She quickly snatched a couple of latex gloves from the dispenser and pulled them on.
"Okay Brad, If you'll stand up for a moment I'll remove the anal tool for you." Brenda told him.
"Oh, yeah." he agreed, and stood up easily. He didn't wait to be told, turning himself around and bending over for her.
Brenda stepped in close behind him and grasped the part of the anal tool that remained outside of Brad's body. She twisted the tool left and right a few times as she pulled gently, watching his anus stretch open as the thicker part of the shaft emerged, and then close tightly when Brenda withdrew the object completely.
"Here." she said, handing the tool through his thighs and waiting with her face close to Brad's sexy rear until he took it from her hand.
Brad straightened himself and turned to face her again.
Brenda reached behind his scrotum with both hands and grasped the rear edge of the shell, carefully pulling it down and toward herself as she had done with the casting material, until Brad's empty testicles fell out and dangled between his legs again. She gently tugged at the rest of the device until his spent penis slipped out and hung down in front of him, a thread of sperm drooling from the tip, and then handed that to Brad. Brenda removed the power-pack from the waist-band and pulled at the Velcro fastener. The elastic band let go and snapped around to the front, draping itself across her forearm.
She took the items from Brad and deposited them on the counter top near the sink to be cleaned thoroughly.
"So....what did you think, Brad?" Ron asked finally.
"I think that thing is more fun than my hand could ever be." he answered, and smiled shyly at Ron.
"On a scale of one to ten?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at Brad expectantly.
"Twenty!"
"Good." Ron said, and smiled to himself.
"Here you go, Brad." Brenda said, offering him a handful of tissues. "Go ahead and clean yourself up and put your clothes back on. We're all through for today."
"Okay." he replied, and did as she asked.
Ron looked questioningly at Brenda as if wondering why she didn't offer to clean Brad up herself, and then decided to ask her later when they were alone.
A few minutes later they were all back in the office.
Ron paid Brad for his time and Brenda scheduled him to do some more testing for them the following Tuesday afternoon.
Brad offered his thanks and a promise to show up on the specified day, and then left the office.
CHAPTER NINE
The instant the door closed behind Brad, Ron jumped up and locked it. Then he turned to Brenda.
"Come with me." he said.
Brenda gave him a puzzled look and started to ask "Where?", but he took her by the hand and led her down the short hallway, across the room where the nearly ready saddle waited to be tested, and into the room that Connie had used.
"What's up, Ron?" she asked him when they were inside.
"My turn." he answered, and sat down on the little stool. "Come here, please."
Brenda smiled and stepped closer, standing directly in front of him.
Ron quickly unfastened the front of Brenda's pants and jerked them down to her ankles. He took a quick look at the tufts of black hair sprouting from the edges of her underwear, feeling himself stiffen at the erotic sight.
Brenda put her hands on Ron's shoulders for balance as she toed off her shoes and stepped out of the knot of clothing, kicking the pants and shoes to one side.
Without saying anything more, Ron slipped his hand between her warm thighs and began to massage her aching vagina through the wet crotch of her pale yellow panties.
Brenda closed her eyes and groaned lustily as he gently squeezed her entire crotch through the thin material. She quickly spread her legs enough to allow him easier access, and then began to rock her pelvis slowly as Ron gently rubbed her, humping against his hand as he slid the palm from the front of her tight panties all the way back to her round buttocks.
They continued in this way for several minutes, with Brenda panting noisily and crudely humping herself against Ron's hand as he stroked her crotch and buttocks.
He could clearly smell her arousal, the strong musky odor from her weeping vagina making him wish this were much more than a simple masturbation session.
Finally, Ron withdrew his hand from Brenda's crotch, leaving her humping into thin air for a second or two.
"Get up on the examining table and put your feet in the stirrups, Bren." he directed.
"Oh good...." she panted, "are we going to play doctor?"
"As a matter-of-fact, Bren, we are." he answered, and gave her a dirty little smile to confirm it.
Brenda quickly stripped off her soaked panties and hopped up on the table. As she was getting herself into the correct position for her "examination", she heard a loud snapping sound and knew that Ron was putting a latex glove on one of his hands. She smiled to herself as she scooted down on the table and fitted her feet into the cold stirrups.
"Well, I certainly hope you give a thorough exam Dr. Kassell. I haven't been checked in months." she informed him, beginning to get into the game.
"Oh I think you'll agree that my extensive internal exams are as thorough as they can be without me actually crawling up inside of you, Miss Wells." Ron said, and turned to face her. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, doctor." she answered. "You may proceed with your examination."
Ron took a tube of K-Y jelly from the drawer and moved to the business end of the table. He sat down on the little round stool and scooted himself as close as he could to Brenda's exposed crotch. He experienced a mild wave of nostalgia as her strong, musky scent suddenly filled his nostrils again, and he found himself remembering the day almost six years ago when they had tested Ron's first invention in her bedroom.
"Would you please scoot yourself further down for me?" he asked.
Brenda smiled at this obvious ploy to make her vagina and buttocks spread open more, and then gladly did as she was asked.
"Thank you. Now where does it hurt, Miss Wells?" he asked with put-on seriousness, looking over her stomach and into her eyes.
"I have this troublesome tightness and achy feeling inside, Doctor Kassell." she answered, raising her head to look at him through her thighs. She rubbed her lower stomach dramatically to demonstrate where the "problem" was, and that's when she noticed with a jolt of sexual excitement that he was also wearing the electric Finger. She did her best to control herself and mimic his serious look.
"I see." Ron said, nodding and stroking his chin. "Well, part of your problem is obvious. Your pussy is soaking wet. Which orifice did you say was giving you the most problem." he asked.
Brenda thought for a moment, and then a naughty smile flickered across her lips.
"Why....both of them, doctor." she answered. "That's why I'm here."
"Well, you're in good hands, Miss Wells." he told her. "I'm sure I can do something to relieve the aching, but I'm going to need your assistance since my nurse seems to have taken the day off."
"I'll be glad to help in any way I can, doctor." she informed him.
"Good. Would you please put your hands between your legs and spread your delicious looking pu....I mean your vagina....open so I can see what I'm doing down here? It's awfully dark in there."
"Of course, Doctor." Brenda replied with an ill concealed smile, and did as she was asked. She brushed the thick, black pubic hair to either side several times to create a part, and then spread her vagina open for Ron.
"Is that better?" she asked.
"That's wonderful!" Ron answered, falling out of character for just a moment. "I mean....yes, Miss Wells, that's much better. Could you open it a little more though? I don't seem to be able to see the part I really want to see, I mean need to see." he corrected.
"Certainly." Brenda said, and worked her fingers around to get a better hold on herself. This time when she spread her vagina, Ron watched closely as the protective hood of skin slid away from her swollen clit, leaving the erect little finger of flesh standing on end and completely exposed.
"Will that do?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.
"Yes." was all Ron said as he stared past the jet black frame of coarse pubic hair and into the contrasting bright pink depths of Brenda's vagina. He was amazed to discover that he could actually see a haze of lubrication forming on the delicate velvety flesh of her inner lips as he watched, like a sheen of perspiration forming on a person's forehead who has just exited an air conditioned room and stepped out into the heat of a summer's day.
He leaned forward till his face was only an inch or two from the glistening opening and smelled Brenda's vagina, the strong musky tang of her excitement greatly increasing the tension in his pants. Ron lowered his gaze a couple of inches and looked into the spray of thick hair between her widely spread buttocks. There, almost completely hidden by the swirls of black fur was Brenda's tightly puckered anus.
Without looking down at his hands, Ron removed the cap from the tube of lubricant and smeared some of it on the device he had installed on his finger. He dropped the tube on the carpet and brought his hand up in front of him, positioning the device close to Brenda's widely spread rear. He set the control to the high position and switched the power-pack on.
Ron didn't give Brenda any warning at all. He simply pressed the device firmly up against her anus and held it there as she squirmed.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh shit!" Brenda moaned lustily as the current trickled into her sensitive anus. Her position didn't allow for movement of any kind so Brenda simply gritted her teeth with pleasure as Ron began to slip the device into her.
He could feel the strong muscles in Brenda's anus gripping at his sheathed finger as he gently stretched the orifice open, pushing the device deeper and deeper into her body until he could go no further.
"Ohhhhh Ron, that feels so-"
He squirmed his finger around inside of her.
"Mmmmmmmm....ohhhh that feels so fucking good in my ass!" she said, and raised her head to look at him through her thighs. "I can even feel it in my pussy!"
Ron locked eyes with her and provided her with another twisting, squirming thrill.
"Do you like to watch me finger your asshole, Brenda?" he asked, pulling his finger almost all the way out of her spasming anus and then sliding back up inside of her.
Brenda's eyes went to half-mast for a moment as he performed this exciting maneuver.
"Yes!" she panted.
"Does this feel good?" he asked, and twisted his finger to the left.
"OHHHhhhhh Yessss!" she answered, closing her eyes completely for a moment, and opening them again to look at him.
"And this?" he asked her, twisting it back and crooking his finger up toward her aching vagina.
Brenda furrowed her eyebrows deeply and simply nodded slowly.
"Do you like this, Brenda?" he asked her, and slowly pulled his finger completely out of her anus. Ron swirled the electric tip around the outside of the sensitive opening several times, making the wrinkled flesh twitch and flex spastically for a few seconds before suddenly reinserting the finger deep into her body. He repeated the maneuver several times, keeping his eyes locked with Brenda's as he slowly fucked his electric finger in and out of her slippery anus in this exciting manner.
"Uhh! uhh! uhh!" she grunted loudly each time he stabbed his finger up into her body, stretching her tight anus open each time.
"How 'bout this?" he asked, and leaned forward suddenly.
Ron maintained eye contact with Brenda as he stuck out his tongue and flicked the hot tip slowly back and forth across Brenda's stiff clit, making the quarter-inch-long organ dance around in the wet flesh.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhyessssss!" Brenda looked and sounded as if she were in pain, the pleasure was so intense. The tightly stretched muscles in her thighs jerked and quaked each time his tongue flicked across her clit, and Ron could see her stomach dancing under the fabric of her blouse.
He continued to tease and fuck Brenda's anus with the electric finger as he pushed her clit around in slow little circles, providing enough stimulation to keep her in an ever increasing state of arousal, but not quite enough to take her over the edge.
"Please Ron," Brenda panted, staring into his eyes. "Please, I can't take anymore, make me come now, pleeeeease make me come!" she pleaded.
Ron pulled the device out of her anus and moved his middle finger tightly up against his sheathed index finger. He positioned them up against Brenda's anus and held them still.
"Are you really sure you're ready to come now?" he asked her in a teasing manner.
"Yes Ron!" she panted her answered. " I can't take anymore of this! Please let me come!"
Ron suddenly drew her stiff, swollen clit into his mouth and began to suck greedily at the little knob of flesh at the same instant he started to plunge both fingers in and out of her anus.
Brenda immediately let go of her vagina and grabbed the sides of the table. She sucked in a huge breath and began to shriek with orgasm.
"AHHHhhhhh! AHHHhhhhhh! AHHHhhhhh! AHHHhhhhhhhhhh!" she yelled, twisting her head from side to side and making her hair fly in all directions.
Ron squirmed his fingers around deep inside of her tight anus and worked on her throbbing clit like a madman as she writhed on the table, shrieking and moaning her release.
Ron would have happily continued to suck Brenda's clitoris for the next couple of hours had she not suddenly grabbed his face with both hands and pushed his mouth away from her clit.
"Nomorenomorenomore!" Brenda almost screamed. "Too sensitive, Ron! I'm just too sensitive!" she panted, and held his face in her warm hands.
Ron continued to move his fingers around deep inside Brenda's body, slowly twisting and fucking them in and out of her anus as she panted and moaned softly.
Her orgasm had run it's course, but the device was still radiating it's sweet pleasure throughout her groin.
Ron pushed his face against her hands and kissed her dribbling pussy.
"Ummmmmm " Brenda groaned at the delicious sensation.
He began to lick and suck at the swollen lips, gently at first, and then with more energy as Brenda removed her hands from his face and began to run her fingers through his hair with increasing urgency, the fires of passion being rekindled deep inside of her.
Ron finger-fucked Brenda's hot anus with the device and sucked at her slobbering pussy through two more screaming, writhing orgasms before that came to the mutual agreement that she had had enough.
CHAPTER TEN
"What time is it?" Ron asked.
"Two-twenty." Brenda answered, glancing at the wall clock. "You seem awfully anxious about this, Ron. How come?"
"Because we have three years and seventy-five hundred dollars invested in that machine, and I don't want anything to go wrong."
The day had finally arrived to test the Saddle, and Ron had spent the entire morning making last minute adjustments to the machine to try and ensure that it would perform flawlessly.
He had come up with the idea for the device that would for all intents and purposes be a perpetual orgasm machine, three summers ago when he and Brenda were waiting for the steaks to cook on his home-made barbecue.
Ron was playing Nintendo, and Brenda was trying out the exer-cycle that had been given to him by his sister, Dianne, as a combination birthday present/hint.
Dianne had kidded him about his swelling waist line and Ron made the mistake of saying "If you don't like my gut, buy me an exercise machine."
She did, and the embarrassing contraption was delivered to his house the following day with a card taped to the handlebars that read: "Use it, Ronny. You look like you own stock in Crisco. Happy B-day!" She had drawn a silly picture of Humpty Dumpty under the message and left a bright imprint of her freshly painted lips next to it to soften the jab and let him know that the present was given with love.
It was time to check the meat again so Ron put his controller down on the coffee table and stood up. As he turned to make his way to the patio he caught a glimpse of Brenda sitting on the excercycle and the idea just popped into his head. He simply stood there staring at her for several moments as the mental images came together one by one to form a complete picture in his mind.
"No shit no shit!" he said, his excitement mounting as the logistics and possible materials began to make more and more sense to him.
Brenda heard him.
"What, Ron?"
"That thing your sitting on. It just gave me an idea for a new device, Bren. Wait till you see what I have in my head." he exclaimed, quick-stepping into the kitchen and grabbing the pencil and pad of paper he kept by the phone. "Come over here for a minute, please."
Brenda got off the excercycle and sat down next to him at the small dining room table.
Ron made some quick sketches and the idea began to take shape.
"Ohhhh....you're a nasty man, Ron." Brenda said as she began to realize what he had in mind.
Ron continued to make a series of drawings, each depicting the same basic machine but with a different attachment or revision.
Brenda encouraged his nasty creativity by saying things like "Ohhh, I bet that would feel good" or "Can you make that thing move too?"
They spent the next half hour tossing ideas and concepts back and forth.
"Oh shit....the steaks!" Brenda shrieked suddenly, and spilled a glass of water that she had set on the table all over Ron's sketches in her haste to rescue their dinner.
Ron chuckled to himself and wiped the crude, water-soaked sketches on his pants leg.
They ate the almost cremated meat anyway, and Ron drew up several more possible versions of the device before the evening was over and Brenda went home.
She found herself in such a state of arousal from helping Ron come up with ideas for the machine that she had to masturbate in bed to relieve her tensions before turning over and drifting off.
They spent the next several weeks researching suppliers of the materials Ron wanted to use in the prototype, and then waiting for the shipments to arrive.
Ron took measurements and contour templates from Brenda's naked butt on several occasions during the shaping and forming stage of the saddle portion of the machine, and Brenda willingly pulled down her pants or held her skirt high for him as he plotted the length of the cleft in her buttocks and the exact location of Brenda's anus and vagina. These measurements were taken while she squatted on the workbench, her back to him and her naked rear hanging out while he inadvertently groped and fondled her sensitive parts in the process.
As the machine slowly took shape, Ron would have her strip naked and actually sit in the saddle as he reached up from underneath to adjust the relative positions of the "Bullets" (as Brenda had named the brushed aluminum dildo's) to the target openings in her body, tapping the tips of the dildo's against her exposed anus and vagina as he worked. These fitting sessions would usually take a couple of hours to complete and always left her so randy that she would excuse herself when he announced that he was finished, and adjourn to the bathroom to take care of the fire he had started in her crotch.
Ron had still not finished working out the bugs in the machine by the time they came across a deal for a building to use that was so tempting they simply couldn't pass it up, and worked on the device in the mornings to get it up to snuff for its first testing.
And now, the day had finally come when his fears and expectations would either be realized or crushed, and he was as nervous as he was when the draft board had sent his orders to report for a physical at the tender age of eighteen.
"Think she'll show up?" he asked Brenda, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Ron. ... she'll be here, okay?" Brenda assured him for third time. "Now relax, will you?"
He tried, but was completely unable to sit still. So he took a walk back to the test area and took another long look at the Saddle, running through a mental check-list for the umpteenth time that day. He checked the small stereo system he had installed to test the audio circuits on the Saddle. He rearranged the articles on the stainless steel cart Brenda had moved in from the other room.
Ron had just squatted down to finger-tighten the wing nuts on the adjustable pegs again when he heard faint voices coming from the direction of the office. He stood straight, took a deep breath and a last look at the Saddle and strolled back into the office to Say Hi to Connie.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Hi Conn-" he started to say as opened the hall door and stepped into view. But it wasn't Connie who was talking with Brenda.
It was an absolutely gorgeous woman in her late twenties or early thirties, dressed to the nines in a stretchy, light green mid-length dress that hugged her thighs.
The woman turned and smiled at Ron as he came through the door and Brenda laughed out loud at him, the look of surprise and confusion on his face was so comical.
"I'm sorry " Ron apologized for his shock. "I was expecting someone else to be in here."
"Ron, this is Sherryl Charmichael." Brenda said, still smiling broadly at him.
"Please....call me Sherry." the woman said. She stepped towards him and offered her hand.
Ron took it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sherry. Are you here for an interview?"
"This is Connie's Aunt, Ron." Brenda informed him. "Connie broke her little toe on the edge of the couch this morning and couldn't make it, so her Aunt Sherry is here to test the Saddle for us in her place."
Ron looked at her with fresh interest.
"Connie told you what we do here?" he asked.
"Connie tells me everything," Sherry informed him. In fact, she was so excited at the way that first thing she tested made her feel that she insisted on telling me the whole story over the phone. She got so amped-up today about coming here to test the machine you ride on that she whacked her toe bad enough to make it difficult to walk. So, when she called me, I agreed to come in her place so you wouldn't be left without someone to try out your new machine. Mind if I smoke?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"No, it's perfectly all right." he answered, and started to search for something to use as an ash tray. Neither he nor Brenda were smokers, having given up the habit several years before after a television special that showed gory pictures of deceased people's lungs, both healthy and unhealthy.
"Here you go." Brenda said, holding a candy dish out to Sherry.
"Thank you." the woman said, and placed the little crystal dish on the desk top before sitting down in the chair that was initially intended for Connie.
"So....you're aware of what Connie was supposed to test for us today, and you have no problem taking her place?" Brenda asked the woman.
"Oh, I'm very aware." she answered. "Connie described the machine to me in great detail, and to tell you the truth, I'm pretty excited about being the one to try it out for you." She took a long drag off her Camel and exhaled to her right, politely blowing the smoke away from Ron and Brenda.
"Well, we're going to have to get a little information from you for our Files, Sherry." Brenda told her. "So, you'll be required to answer some questions pertaining to your masturbation habits, all right?"
"Fine." Sherry said, and gave Ron a sly look. "Ask away."
"Okay." Brenda said, and took a clipboard with the necessary papers from the drawer. She crossed out Connie's name and scribbled in Sherry's before beginning her questionnaire. "How many times a week do you masturbate, Sherry?"
"Well, that depends on how I spend my week." she said. "I mean....I don't have a steady boyfriend right now, and if I'm laying around on the beach a lot and looking at the guys walk by, sometimes I duck into the ladies room and diddle myself. And I might even masturbate again when I get home. It just depends."
"Try and give us an average if you can."
"Well, I guess if I had to count the times in a week it'd probably be around ten. I guess."
"All right ... good. That's good." Brenda said as she entered Sherry's answer on the paper. "Do you masturbate more often during the day, or more often at night?"
"Well, again it mostly depends on my mood. But probably more often at night."
"Do you insert a finger into your vagina when you masturbate?"
"Always." Sherry informed her. "I enjoy the feeling of something in my pussy when I masturbate. I also get turned-on by feeling around inside of my pussy. Sometimes I use a dildo, or anything else that appeals to my nasty mood at the time." Brenda entered this new information.
"Do you insert a finger or foreign objects into your anus?"
"Yes, I like having something inside me there too. Sometimes my finger, but it's so hard to reach like that."
Brenda smiled at her.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. How 'bout your breasts? Do you play with them before or during masturbation?"
Sherry cupped her hands almost lovingly under her generous breasts and said "Always. I have the most sensitive tits in six counties, and I love to suck my own nipples. I do that before, during, after, whenever." she informed them, and shot a quick glance at Ron.
Brenda saw the look, but chose to ignore it. "All right, Sherry. That's about all the questions for now. But I need to tell you one more thing in case Connie forgot to mention it to you. Both Ron and myself will be present during the testing. Do you have any problem with being totally naked in front of him?"
"Not at all." she answered, taking her hands from her breasts.
"Good. Are you ready then?"
"Yeah."
"All right then. Just follow Ron and he'll take you to the machine." Brenda said.
"Let's go." Ron said, and gestured for Sherry to follow him down the short hall.
Brenda followed them, and soon they were standing in front of the Saddle, Ron with his arms crossed proudly across his chest.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well, I see now why Connie was so disappointed because she couldn't come, no pun intended." Sherry said, glancing at Brenda. "That thing looks like fun."
"It's the most advanced masturbation tool ever conceived." Ron informed her.
"I believe it!" Sherry said, and shook her head a little.
"Now, here's what we're going to do, Sherry." Brenda began. "We'll need you to take off your clothes of course, and then you'll go ahead and sit on the device so Ron can adjust the insertables from underneath. While he's doing that, I can apply the nipple cups to your breasts for you." Sherry nodded and began to undress.
Ron pretended to fiddle with some of the gadgetry as she disrobed, but couldn't help sneaking a peek at her now and then.
The woman carefully stepped out of her black high heels and set them in the corner.
Ron chanced a glimpse just as Sherry turned around and hiked her dress up to her waist in back. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic band of her panty hose and worked them down over her rear, wiggling her hips a little to help the effort and displaying her creamy buttocks in the process.
"You know, I've always wanted to be an inventor myself." she said to no one in particular as she stepped out of the panty hose. "I had an idea once for disposable pockets, but never got around to doing anything with it."
"Disposable pockets?" Ron asked, seizing the chance to gaze full on at her now that they were engaged in conversation.
"Yeah. You know how sometimes you put on a shirt that you really like but there's no pocket on it, and maybe you're a smoker and need a place to park your cigarettes. Or maybe you're a nuclear scientist and you just gotta have a place to store all those important looking pens?"
Sherry was struggling to peel the dress up over her head now.
"Yeah. I have that problem all the time." Ron joked, unconsciously fingering his breast pocket as he watched her.
"Well...." she continued, as her head pulled free of the wad of material, "all you'd have to do is pop in to a Seven-Eleven and buy a pack of PickPockets, that's what I was going to call them, and peel the no-stain backing off of one. You'd press it onto the front of your shirt and presto, you've got yourself a pocket for the day." She smiled at Ron as she removed her bra, leaving her heavy, stand-up breasts swaying deliciously for a moment.
"That sounds like an excellent idea." he complimented. "You should develop it."
"When I found out how much money it takes to have prototypes made up for presentation of the product to prospective manufacturers, I dropped the idea. I just don't have that kind of money." she explained, and looked at Brenda. "I'm ready."
"All right, Sherry," Brenda said. "Go ahead and mount up."
She did as she was asked, grabbing the front of the machine and placing a foot on the peg. She cocked her leg up to hoist it over and when she was standing on both pegs directly over the Saddle, Ron issued his instructions.
"Now, as you squat down onto the machine, I need you to bend as far forward as you can until you are seated. This is to make sure that your " he glanced at Brenda for help, but she simply shrugged her shoulders at him. "It's to make sure that your openings are open. Kind of like sitting on a toilet seat." he finished.
Brenda saw that he had blushed slightly, and smiled to herself.
Sherry complied, bending at the waist as she lowered herself onto the Saddle, centering her crotch exactly over the large hole in the Saddle. The moment she seated herself, Sherrie squirmed around for several seconds.
"How's that?" she asked.
"Perfect." Ron answered. He got into a prone position on the floor next to the Saddle and squirmed his way under it like a mechanic going under a car to check the muffler. He reached up inside of the machine and began to adjust the position of the dildo's.
Brenda picked up one of the nipple cups attached to the wires that were slung across the control panel, and squeezed a generous amount of K-Y jelly into it.
"I'm going to attach these to your nipples now, Sherry. It's liable to be a little cold, though." she warned.
"Oh, that's all right." Sherry said. "If my nipples end up feeling half as good as Connie said her nipples felt, I think it will be worth a case of goose bumps."
Brenda smiled and grasped the woman's naked left breast, lifting the heavy mammary slightly to hold it while she applied the cup, and was amazed at the icy sexual adrenalin that surged through her as she felt the warm, smooth flesh in her hand.
Sherry took a quick breath and pushed her chest out slightly as Brenda's hand made contact with her breast. She immediately looked up into her eyes.
"Sorry."
Brenda gave her a "Don't worry about it" expression and a tiny shake of her head, but secretly wondered if Sherry had enjoyed the intimate contact as much as she had.
Aside from wiping the excess jelly from Connie's hard little nipples, Brenda had never experienced any personal contact with another woman's breasts before, and she found herself becoming excited as she pressed the jelly coated cup onto Sherry's stiffening nipple and moved it in a tight little circle to smear the conductive lubricant around, ensuring a proper seal.
"These cups are very flexible, and with the help of the jelly they'll form a gentle suction that will keep them attached firmly to your nipples, Sherry." she explained, and hoped that the heat in her cheeks hadn't caused her face to flush enough to show her arousal.
"Mmmmmm, I can't wait to see how it feels when you turn the machine on."
Brenda repeated the process with the remaining breast, and was thrilled a second time by the warmth and weight as she worked on it. When she was finished attaching the cups to Sherry's nipples, she gave the wires a gentle tug to make sure they wouldn't fall out at an inopportune time during the testing.
Sherry gave a little jerk and moaned softly.
"Are they uncomfortable?" Brenda asked her.
"No...." she answered, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back a little. "He's just doing something down there that startled me a bit, that's all."
"Oh." Brenda said, and carefully draped the wires over the control panel again.
Ron was enjoying himself immensely as he positioned the dildo's close to Sherry's vagina and anus. His face was almost directly under the saddle and he felt a little like the Tidy Bowl man as he stared up at Sherry's hairy crotch through the "toilet-seat" hole in the Saddle. He cocked one leg to help conceal his almost painful erection and actually felt a little guilty and perverted for becoming so excited about looking at a woman's privates from this angle.
"Hand me the K-Y please, Bren." he said, and stuck his hand out from under the machine.
Brenda placed the tube in his hand and watched it disappear.
Ron smeared the tips of the dildo's with the jelly and set the tube on the carpet beside him.
"Okay, Sherry. I'm going to fit the forward device into the opening of your vagina, and then either you or I can insert it."
"Oh, you go right ahead, Ron. I'm comfortable with letting you do it." Sherry told him.
"All right then, just relax for a minute and I'll try and be as gentle as I can." he said.
Brenda watched the woman's eyes close again, and felt herself becoming excited to the point of wetting her panties with lubrication as a mental picture of Ron sliding the dildo into Sherry's vagina formed in her mind.
"Mmm mmmmmmmmmm" Sherry moaned softly as Ron eased the slippery object deep into her body.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"Wonderful."
"It's not to deep or anything?"
"No Ron, it feels fine."
"Good. Now I'm going to position the other one against your the other opening, Sherry. This one maintains a constant gentle pressure against you until you're relaxed enough, and then it should slip inside of you all by itself. Once it reaches a certain depth it will automatically begin to move in and out of you in alternate time with the vaginal device." he explained to her.
"Sounds good to me." she said, and tensed slightly as Ron fit the cool tip of the dildo between her spread buttocks and pressed it firmly against her anus.
When he was finished, he wiggled out from under the machine and stood up.
"I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Ladies." he said. "I have to get an Allen wrench from the tool box."
Brenda watched him exit the room, and then reached down to pick up the tube of lubricant.
"I'm going to put some jelly on the I.C.S. now." she said, pointing to the mound of soft latex directly in front of Sherry's vagina.
"Oh, yeah. Connie told me about that too. A clitoral something or other, right?"
"Yes, that's right. During your session on the Saddle, if you decide that you'd like to enjoy some clitoral stimulation all you need to do is tilt your pelvis forward slightly and make contact with the mound. You'll love it, I promise."
Sherry looked down between her widely spread thighs at the mound near her bushy vagina.
"I can't wait." she said quietly.
Brenda smiled to herself and squeezed some jelly onto her finger tips. She reached down between Sherry's thighs and immediately noticed the heat radiating from them. As she began to smear the conductive lubricant on the face of the latex mound, she felt Sherry's soft pubic hair brushing against the back of her hand and received a fresh rush of icy excitement.
Brenda took much more time than was actually necessary to spread the jelly evenly on the mound, and tried to control her breathing which had begun to quicken slightly as her chest tightened with arousal.
When she was finished, Brenda withdrew her hand and snatched a tissue from the little box on the cart. She avoided making eye contact as she wiped the excess jelly from her fingers.
She deposited the used tissue on the cart and sighed as smoothly and quietly as she could before allowing herself to look at the naked woman again. "What kind of adult video's do you like to watch, Sherry?"
She looked straight into Brenda's eyes for a moment before answering.
"I like to look at lots of hot, juicy pussy's." she answered softly. Her gaze slipped down to Brenda's breasts for just a second and then returned to her face. "And tits."
Brenda felt her nipples stiffen.
She searched the woman's face for a moment to try and determine if her answer had been a come-on, and found herself hoping that it was.
"With a couple of hunky guys sliding their big cocks in and out of them and absolutely devouring the girl's nipples." Sherry added, almost as an afterthought to give herself an out in case her intuition about Brenda was completely off-base. "That's the kind of thing I like to see."
"Me too." Brenda agreed, unconsciously breathing the words to Sherry. "I'll go pick one out for you." she said, and left the area to return to the office where the video's were stored.
She passed Ron in the hallway on his way back to the testing area with a little tool clutched in his hand, but avoided looking at him.
Brenda shuffled through the box of video cassettes as quickly as possible, stopping once to give her aching, weeping pussy a comforting squeeze through her pants. When she found one that she thought Sherry would like, she put the box back on the shelf and left the office.
"This one should be to your liking." she said, holding up the cassette as she approached the Saddle.
Ron had resumed making the final adjustments under the machine and Brenda stepped over him in her haste to insert the video.
She removed the cassette from the jacket and popped it into the V.C.R.. After turning the knob on the little TV, she and Sherry watched and listened as the credits scrolled by with background footage of a young lady flicking her wet tongue back and forth across the head of an unseen actors immense erection. Generic music and lusty moaning accompanied the scene.
"Oh, you can't see very well from there, Brenda." Sherry said. She reached out and slid her hand slowly across the bottom of Brenda's buttocks to her outside hip and gave her a gentle pull. "Come a little closer."
Brenda's heart almost stopped at the feel of Sherry's hand on her rear, and she immediately side-stepped until she was close enough to feel the naked woman's body heat through her clothing.
"There, that's much better." Sherry cooed to her, and gave her a little hug around the hips.
Brenda stared at the screen, her heart racing now as the hand slid sexily across her buttocks again.
Sherry reached in front of her and pushed the fast forward button on the V.C.R., holding it down as the dull acting scenes whizzed past. A few moments later she released the button and curled her arm around Brenda's hips again.
The women watched the screen as the camera man zoomed in on a young girl's fuzzy vagina from behind as she got on her hands and knees. She reached back with both hands and spread her vagina open wide. The out-of-frame actor eased his stiff penis into view and fit the swollen head into the pink folds of flesh, and Sherry gave Brenda a meaningful squeeze as the penis began to disappear into the young ladies body.
As the man began to fuck himself in and out of the girl, stretching the almost hairless opening seemingly to it's limit with his big penis as he crudely fingered her tightly puckered anus, Brenda became so engrossed with the visual stimulation and the exciting naughty feeling of allowing Sherry to drape her arm across her butt that she very nearly forgot about Ron.
"All set here." he said.
He had finished working underneath and was now standing directly behind her.
His voice startled Brenda and she whirled around to face him.
"Oh yeah....okay" she said, and gave him an embarrassed smile.
Sherry was absolutely unaffected, and remained focused on the erotic footage in front of her.
"Ummm . ... okay, Sherry, why don't you go ahead and put your arms on the armrests and grab the handles." Brenda suggested, and wished she could stop sounding so flustered.
"All right." Sherry agreed, and did as she was asked.
As soon as Ron could see that the woman was comfortable and ready to begin, he flipped the main power switch to the "on" position and began to explain to Sherry what they would be doing.
"The first thing that we're going to do is start the vaginal device in motion." he said, and slowly turned one of the knobs on the control panel to the right slightly. The machine suddenly came to life, making a soft, barely audible whirring noise.
"Mmmmmmm " Sherry moaned softly as the dildo began to work slowly in and out of her vagina. She kept her eyes glued to the TV screen.
"How does that feel, Sherry?" Brenda asked her.
"Wonderful."
"Good." Ron said. "Now we're going to add a little vibration to it." He turned the smaller knob that was located just above the first, and looked expectantly at Sherry.
"Ohhhhh....that's great!" she exclaimed, and closed her eyes for a moment as if she were concentrating on the sensations. A few moments later she opened them again and looked at Brenda.
"Have you tried this?" she asked her.
"No."
"You don't know what you're missing." Sherry said, and closed her eyes again.
Ron snapped a small switch to the "on" position, and nodded to Brenda.
"When you feel like enjoying a little more intense stimulation," Brenda said, "Do like I explained to you before and press your puss vagina up against the mound."
Both of them looked down into Sherry's crotch with anticipation.
The naked woman didn't disappoint them.
She tilted her pelvis slightly and made brief contact between the front of her vagina and the mildly charged mound.
"Ohhhh. ... Ohhhh " she groaned loudly as her body jerked slightly. She immediately backed herself away from the mound.
"That's a little too intense for me, I'm afraid." she reported, her voice a little unsteady.
Ron reached under the control panel and fiddled with something for a moment.
"Try it now, Sherry."
She did, and the results were dramatically different.
"Ohhhhh yes." she breathed lustily. "Mmmmm that's much better."
Brenda looked at the woman's face, at her half-closed eyes and slightly parted lips, and the sheer pleasure she saw there made her own vagina ache and weep all the more.
She and Ron remained almost motionless for several minutes, watching intently as Sherry alternately pressed her vagina against the mound, her face taking on the look of one who is truly experiencing sensual ecstasy as the mild current radiated throughout her groin, and then backed away for a few moments, absorbing all the exciting sensations the Saddle was presently providing for her.
Finally, Ron broke the relative silence and spoke softly to her.
"We're going to stimulate your nipples for you now, Sherry." he told her. "We'll start with very low vol-"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sherry moaned suddenly, startling both of them a little.
Brenda put a hand on the woman's bare shoulder. "Are you all right, Sherry?"
"Ohhhhh yes the other dildo just slipped all the way up into my ass, that's all." she explained. "Don't worry about me." she added, opening her eyes and looking up into Brenda's face. "It feels so goood."
Ron quietly lowered himself to the floor and looked up inside of the machine. The second dildo had indeed inserted itself into Sherry's anus and was working in and out of her smoothly and deeply in perfect alternating time with the vaginal device. He shot a smile at Brenda before standing up again.
Sherry was moaning and sighing almost continuously now, and Ron moved in close to the control panel again.
"Okay. Sherry...." he said, "we're going to test the nipple cups now. Are you ready?"
"Do anything you want to me." she offered, panting the answer to him. She tilted her pelvis again and sucked cold air through her teeth as the current trickled through her swelling clitoris. A moment later she backed away again and let the smoothly plunging dildo's maintain her level of excitement.
Ron grasped another knob on the panel and turned it a tiny bit.
Sherry immediately threw her head back.
"Ahhhhhh! Ahhh....mmmmmmmmmmm. "
The lusty, throaty noises coming from her made Brenda's vagina dribble into her panties with sympathetic arousal. She looked at the woman's breasts and saw the milky white skin surrounding her nipples was stretched tight from the sudden intense puckering the current had caused in the erectile tissue.
Sherry's clitoris accidentally made contact with the mound, and she let loose a shriek that was truly inspired before jerking herself back a little.
"Mmmmmmmmm more on my tits!" she ordered.
Ron looked to Brenda to get her approval, but she was staring dreamily at Sherry and could offer him no deciding vote. So, he took it upon himself and gave the knob another slight turn.
"Uhh! uhhh! ohhhhhhhhhh!" Sherry almost sobbed, the pleasure was so intense.
Ron looked at her feet and saw that her toes curled sharply downward and muscles in her calves were jumping and twitching.
Suddenly they heard a sharp snapping noise and the machine shut down completely.
"Ohhhhhhh No! No! No!" Sherrie almost yelled, her disappointment and physical sexual frustration were so great. "Not now! The fucking thing can't break down now! I was about two seconds away from the most incredible orgasm I've ever had!"
A wisp of thin blue smoke rose lazily from under the control panel, and all three of them realized that the machine was definitely not going to do any more work at the moment.
"Shit." Sherry moaned pitifully, and laid her head on her left forearm.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the three. The sounds coming from the TV were that of a woman going through a screaming orgasm, and that didn't help Sherry's condition any.
Brenda reached over and switched it off.
"Look...." Ron said, ducking his head down to take a look under the control panel. "I know how you must feel right now, Sherry. But there's really nothing I can do. Unless "
"Unless what!" Sherry asked, raising her head to look at him hopefully.
"Well, I could go out and get another relay switch, the thing that just fried. But the only place to get one is clear across town and I-"
"Go, Ron." Brenda broke in. "Just go and get one. Can't you see the condition she's in?"
Ron looked at Sherry's flushed face and made his decision.
"All right." he said. "But, it'll probably take me thirty minutes to get over there and back."
"That's okay....just go." Brenda said, and gestured with her hand.
"All right." Ron agreed. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He turned and walked toward the office.
A moment later Brenda heard the office door close, signaling Ron's departure.
"Let's get you off of the machine until he gets back, Sherry." Brenda said.
"All right."
Brenda reached over and carefully peeled one of the cups from Sherry's nipple. As the little cone pulled away, making the heavy breast sway sexily, Brenda could see that the nipple was in a state of extreme arousal. The dark flesh had contracted so tightly it looked almost painful. Brenda removed the other cup and then draped the wires across the control panel. She turned and pulled a couple of tissues from the box on the car.
"I'll wipe some of that jelly from your nipples for you, Sherry." she said, and began dab at the nipple closest to her.
The instant Brenda touched the tissue to the woman's nipple, Sherry grabbed her wrist.
She took the wad of paper from Brenda's hand.
"Not like that, like this." Sherry pressed Brenda's hand onto her breast to show her how she wanted to be touched.
Brenda looked down into the naked woman's pleading eyes, and before she even had time to think about what she was doing she began to massage the breast.
Sherry maintained eye contact with Brenda, sighing shakily as her breast was gently squeezed and played with.
"Play with the nipple." she said.
Brenda moved her finger tips to Sherry's nipple and was instantly excited by the slippery, iron hard flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh " Sherry moaned lustily as Brenda began to pinch gently at the stiff knob, making the slippery flesh squish around in her fingers.
Of her own accord, Brenda moved her free hand to the woman's remaining nipple and began to play with it also, letting the steely lump of jelly coated flesh squirt out of her finger tips several times.
"Ohhh that feels so goooood, Brenda. I'll bet that watching me sit on this machine and have my pussy and asshole fucked so wonderfully has made you more than a little horny, hasn't it?"
Brenda was a little startled when she realized that the woman's hand was creeping up the inside of her thigh.
Sherry went on.
"I'll bet we could make each other feel better, Brenda. I'll bet you'd love to feel my tongue in your pussy right now, wouldn't you?"
Sherry moved her hand up and pressed the palm into Brenda's crotch, giving her aching vagina a delicious squeeze.
"Wouldn't you?" Sherry repeated.
"Yes." Brenda answered, parting her thighs a little as Sherry began to massage her wet crotch through her pants.
"I thought you would. I'll bet you'd like to feel my tongue in your asshole too, wouldn't you Brenda?"
"Yes."
"Well then, why don't you take your clothes off and I'll show you how good it can be. Ron won't be back for a while so you don't have to worry." she assured her.
Brenda appeared uncertain.
"I promise you'll love it." Sherry said, and looked into Brenda's eyes with such meaning that she couldn't resist.
Brenda stepped back and undressed in record time. Soon she was standing naked, her proud breasts heaving as she panted with excitement.
"You're beautiful, Brenda." Sherry complimented, and began to ease herself up off the Saddle.
Brenda watched as the dildo's slipped out of her body one by one, the vaginal device being the first to leave her and the anal dildo, which stayed inside a few seconds longer because of the tighter fit, slipping out last.
Sherry moaned sexily as it pulled out of her anus. She swung her leg over the machine and ended up standing two feet from Brenda. She turned a little and faced her.
"Come and hug me, Brenda."
Brenda stepped close and for the first time in her life she pressed her naked body against another naked woman.
Sherry wrapped her arms around Brenda and slid her hands down to her buttocks.
"Do you like this?" she asked, squeezing the meaty cheeks and pulling Brenda's rear open.
"Yes." she whispered into Sherry's neck.
"So do I."
They stood that way for a minute or two, with Brenda hugging the woman tightly and panting into her soft neck as her buttocks were groped and spread.
"I want to suck your nipples, Brenda." Sherry said.
A little shiver ran through Brenda's body.
Sherry gently pushed Brenda away a little.
"Hold your tits for me." she said.
Brenda cupped her hands under her impressive breasts and lifted them slightly, pointing her huge erect nipples at the woman.
Sherry bent a little and leaned her face in close to Brenda's right breast. She pulled her lips back to bare her teeth and grasped long, thick nipple.
"Ohhhhhhhh " Brenda moaned as Sherry pulled her head slowly backward, gently scraping her teeth along the stiff, sensitive flesh.
"Do you like that?" Sherry asked, looking into Brenda's eyes.
"Ohhhh yes."
"I'll do it some more if you promise to suck mine for me."
"Yes, I will. I'll suck your nipples too." Brenda promised her, and held her breast a little higher to prompt the woman to repeat the terribly exciting act.
Sherry moved to the other nipple and repeated the maneuver, pulling the hard nipple outward as she scraped her teeth along, making the breast jiggle deliciously as the nipple pulled free and popped back into its original position.
"Will you put your fingers in my pussy?" she asked Brenda, nipping at the first nipple again.
"Yes, Sherry!"
"Will you put a finger in my asshole?"
"Ohhhhh......Ohhhh . ... yes!"
Sherry suddenly began to flick her wet tongue rapidly against the very tips of Brenda's nipples, switching from one to the other and teasing her to such a degree of frustration that Brenda couldn't stand still.
She began to almost dance in place, the pleasure and tension was so overwhelming.
"Will you suck my pussy for me and let me suck yours?" she asked Brenda as she switched nipples.
"Yessss!"
"And my ass? Will you put your tongue in my ass and let me do the same to you?"
"Yesssss Yesss, I will!"
Sherry had carefully brought Brenda to such an extreme state of arousal that she would have agreed to anything the woman asked of her.
Now she really began to work at Brenda's taut nipples, swirling her hot tongue in quick little circles, gently tugging at them with her teeth and then drawing the hard, swollen flesh deep into her mouth and sucking on them noisily.
Brenda curled a hand around the back of Sherry's neck and pulled her face into her, trying to get the woman to suck at her nipples harder.
After several minutes of this exciting foreplay, Sherry abruptly pulled her head back and looked into Brenda's glassy eyes.
"I'm going to hold you to your promise now." she said, and moved a hand to her crotch.
Brenda looked down and watched for several seconds as Sherry squatted slightly, slipped two fingers into her vagina and began to finger fuck herself.
"Open your mouth, Brenda."
Brenda hesitated for a moment, suddenly realizing what Sherry had in mind.
"Open your mouth, please." she repeated, still working her fingers in and out of herself.
Brenda did as the woman asked and felt a fresh rush of nasty excitement as Sherry pulled her sex slicked fingers out of her crotch and moved them to Brenda's mouth.
"Suck them clean." Sherry directed.
Brenda grasped the woman's wrist in her hand and guided the wet fingers into her mouth.
"Do you like the way my pussy tastes?"
"Mmmmm hmmmmm." Brenda moaned. She was sliding her tongue all over the woman's fingers, suddenly mad with a desire to taste every drop of the tangy liquid.
Suddenly Sherry pulled her fingers from Brenda's mouth and turned toward the Saddle. She stepped close to the machine and draped herself over the seat, spreading her thighs wide to exposing her shapely rear and furry crotch to Brenda.
The woman simply lay there not saying a word.
Brenda looked at the exciting view before her, the lust drenched vagina with it's swollen, pouting lips and the smooth round buttocks that were parted slightly, allowing her to see a little between them. She stood absolutely frozen for an undetermined amount of time before taking a huge breath, exhaling shakily, and stepping forward.
She knelt on the floor between Sherry's feet, and after only a moment's hesitation placed her hands on the woman's naked hips.
Brenda was instantly thrilled by a rush of hot desire as she pressed her mouth firmly against Sherry's furry, drooling vagina and began to work on the velvety lips as she knew she would like to have her own pussy licked and sucked. She also noticed the earthy, musty scent coming from between Sherry's lovely buttocks, the arousing combination of the woman's tangy vaginal flavor and the moist odor from her rear causing Brenda's sexual excitement to soar.
"Ohhhh yes, that's sooo goood. ... suck it, stick your tongue inside me, Brenda, stick your fucking tongue in my fucking pussy!" Sherry ranted, her passion mounting ever higher as Brenda did as she was asked.
She slipped her tongue as far as she could into the woman's hot, syrupy vagina, not even realizing that her chin was bumping repeatedly against Sherry's erect clit as she lapped energetically at the soft lips.
"Fuck me, Brenda! Stick your fingers in my pussy and fuck me!"
Brenda immediately pulled her face away and plunged two fingers deeply into the fiery opening. She began to work them in and out, twisting and exploring the tight, soft interior of Sherry's body.
"Ohhh!....Ohhh!....mmmmmmmm...." Sherry groaned loudly as Brenda finger fucked her, raping her fingers in and out of the slobbering hole so energetically that Sherry's whole body jerked slightly with each thrusting insertion.
"Put your....Ohhh!....Ohhh! put your tongue in my ass!" Sherry urged.
Brenda didn't hesitate at all this time.
She stopped finger fucking Sherry's vagina and pressed the thumb and middle finger of her free hand between the woman's buttocks. She pried them wide apart, exposing the tightly puckered opening, and leaned in. She swirled her wet tongue all over the smooth orifice for several seconds, feeling the fine hairs on the darker skin surrounding the little hole tickling the sides of her tongue. Then she positioned the tip at the very center and began to force it inside, stretching Sherry's hot anus open slowly to accommodate the graduating thickness, the sharp flavor of this taboo area bringing Brenda to a level of sexual excitement she never dreamed was possible.
Sherry's loud, almost frantic moaning and groaning at this obscene invasion prompted Brenda to begin fucking her tongue slowly in and out of the woman's anus, stretching it open each time she forced it deep inside and loving the soft sucking noises her tongue made each time she pulled it out.
"My pussy, Brenda ohhhhhh fuck my pussy too!" Sherry demanded.
Brenda was more than happy to comply.
She resumed fucking her fingers in and out of Sherry's freely dribbling pussy, thrilling her as she repeatedly bumped her folded thumb against her distended clit with each quick thrust. Brenda suddenly removed her other hand from the woman's rear, preferring to wedge her mouth tightly between the warm buttocks without the benefit of holding them apart with her fingers as she snaked her tongue again and again deeply into the woman's anus.
"Want me to take over?" Ron asked.
Brenda froze, unable to move in her shock and embarrassment, her fingers stuffed deep into Sherry's vagina and her mouth wedged tightly in between her buttocks.
The only sound in the room was Sherry's excited panting and the air rushing in and out of Brenda's nostrils.
Her eyes darted left and right as she tried to see where he was without turning her head.
Sherry simply lay quietly, apparently not too concerned with Ron's presence.
Brenda felt Ron slide his hand into her crotch from behind.
"Relax, Bren." he soothed, gently caressing her wet, bushy vagina. "You look like you just got caught with your hand in the nookie jar." he joked, trying to make her feel less self-conscious.
Brenda pulled her mouth from between Sherry's buttocks, but didn't turn to face him.
"We thought you'd be gone a little while longer." she said, trying to control her ragged breathing.
"I know, and I'm really very sorry if I've embarrassed you ladies. But, I got about half way there and realized that I had a replacement part in the tool box. So I turned around and came back as fast as I could so we could continue with the testing and help Sherry with her condition. But, I see that you two got along just fine without me."
"Ron, I swear I've never done anything like th-"
"You don't have to say anything, Bren." he said, and stroked the small of her back affectionately. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're doing. In fact, I got a zipper-busting hardon when I strolled in here and saw what you were doing to Sherry's pussy, so I sneaked past you and went into the other room and put this on."
Brenda turned her head slowly and looked at him.
Ron was stark naked except for the Shell he had installed on his penis.
"When did you-" Brenda started to ask.
He raised his hand and gently wiped at the wetness on her chin as he spoke.
"I took a mold of my own penis and made a Shell for it a couple of days ago to see what it would feel like." he explained. "I was just going to use it once in a while to relieve myself but now, with your permission, I'll put it to better use. I didn't cut a hole in the tip yet so it's essentially the same as a condom, if that makes you feel more comfortable." Brenda took a peek behind him.
"Where's the anal tool?"
"I didn't include one on this unit."
"Brenda?" Sherry interrupted, looking back over her shoulder with a wild, urgent look on her flushed face.
Brenda glanced at the woman for a moment then looked at Ron again.
"Fuck her." she said to him. "She's really in a bad way, Ron."
"Ohhhh, pleeeease!" Sherry pleaded. "Fuck me, Ron! Anywhere you want! My pussy, my asshole, anything. Just please fuck me!"
Ron looked at the exposed, glistening vagina and sexy buttocks of the naked woman draped across the Saddle.
"Do it, Ron." Brenda urged, pulling her wet fingers out of Sherry's crotch. "We got her into this state and it's only fair that we relieve her condition for her. So go ahead, fuck her good."
"Well, in the interest of fair play....I'd be happy to."
Brenda smiled a little at him and moved to the side to let Ron position himself properly.
"I'm not going to turn the Shell on just yet though," he informed her. "Might be too intense for her at first."
"Good thinking." Brenda agreed, and got up from the floor.
She walked around to the other side of the machine, squatted down, and leaned her face close to Sherry's.
"Ron will take care of that end for a while, so I guess the rest is up to you and me." she said, and stroked Sherry's damp face for a moment before removing her hand and placing it in her crotch.
Sherry watched as Brenda eased two fingers into the thick growth of black hair between her thighs and began to finger fuck herself.
"That was my very first experience tasting another woman's pussy and asshole Sherry...." Brenda said, working her finger deeply in and out of herself as the woman watched, "but it won't be my last." she promised.
After several moments Brenda cupped her free hand under Sherry's chin and gently lifted her face. She withdrew her syrupy fingers from her vagina and brought them close to the woman's nose.
"Smell it Sherry." Brenda said. "Smell how excited I am."
Sherry did as she was asked, thoroughly enjoying the strong odor from her new lover's vagina before opening her mouth slightly.
Brenda took the hint and inserted her fingers into the woman's eager mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm " Sherry moaned sexily as she tasted the tangy juice from Brenda's body.
Brenda felt Sherry's hot tongue sliding all over and between her fingers, giving her a wash of goose bumps and making her nipples contract even more than they already were.
She became so mesmerized as she watched Sherry work at her fingers that Ron was all but forgotten again, until Sherry suddenly stopped sucking on her fingers and issued a loud, throaty groan.
Brenda smiled at Ron over Sherry's back, and watched as he began to fuck her slowly, making her body jerk slightly with each deliberate insertion.
Ron had a firm grip on Sherry's naked hips and was humping himself into her, moving his own hips from side to side with each precise insertion to make his Shell encased erection massage every inch of the woman's hot interior.
Brenda suddenly pulled her fingers from Sherry's wet mouth and relocated both hands to the woman's dangling breasts. She began to work on the erect with her finger tips, gently rolling and tugging at the steely lumps of flesh and making Sherry whimper deliciously between her sexy grunts and groans of pleasure from being fucked so thoroughly by Ron.
"You know ... I never did get to feel your tongue, Sherry." Brenda complained, and gave her a playful squeeze on both nipples drive home the point.
"Then kiss me." She panted, and raised her face a little.
Brenda immediately let go of her nipples and cradled Sherry's face in her hands. She gazed into the woman's eyes for just a moment before leaning in and kissing her passionately full on the mouth.
Ron witnessed the erotic kiss and felt a rush of hot, nasty excitement, like a novice voyeur who has just secretly watched a woman take off her bra and bare her breasts for the first time.
He began to fuck Sherry's drooling vagina with more force and depth, gripping the pliable flesh on her hips even tighter as he pumped himself in and out of her body.
Brenda was absolutely lost in the newness and taboo excitement of her first female to female kiss, and was electrified when Sherry suddenly slipped her hot, wet tongue deep into her mouth. She groaned with fresh desire and pressed her open mouth tighter against Sherry's as the woman's long tongue danced with hers, searching every inch of her mouth with an urgency that Brenda was coming to understand.
After several long moments, Sherry withdrew her tongue and Brenda chased it with her own, darting her tongue rapidly in and out of Sherry's mouth as if she were tongue fucking it, making both of them groan and squirm with lust.
Ron was fucking Sherry's vagina with sufficient force now to rock Brenda's head a little as the women sucked and tongue fucked each other's mouths.
Sherry suddenly disconnected her mouth from Brenda's and panted "Turn around and get on your hands and knees, Brenda! Let me suck your pussy and your asshole for you!"
Brenda didn't have to be told twice, and quickly got herself into position, backing up until her crotch was directly in front of Sherry's face. She spread her thighs wide and curved her back downward so her rear pointed more or less toward the ceiling, naturally spreading her hairy lips slightly and separating her round buttocks, making both openings easily accessible to her.
Sherry held Brenda's hips tightly with both hands as she pressed her face into her slobbering crotch and began to slurp at the swollen lips like a dog licking a friendly hand, lapping and sucking the sensitive flesh at a furious pace while Brenda almost wept with lust, her arousal was so intense.
This new visual input made Ron almost lose control of himself and he began to slam his penis in and out of Sherry's vagina, sweating and grunting loudly with the effort.
Brenda could feel Sherry's mouth bumping rhythmically against her crotch from the forceful fucking Ron was inflicting on her, and that seemed to add even more excitement to the nasty act.
Suddenly, Sherry moved her mouth up a little and stabbed her long tongue deep into Brenda's tight anus, making her cry out in sheer animal lust as it stretched the virgin hole open. She began to thrust it in and out as quickly as she could, effectively fucking Brenda's hot anus with her slippery tongue.
Sherry moved her right hand to Brenda's vagina and thrust her thumb inside. At the same time, she began to masturbate her clit, vibrating her instantly drenched fingers against the swollen, stiff little bundle of nerve endings as fast as she could while continuing to fuck her hot tongue deeply in and out of her rear.
The sight was entirely to much for Ron and he felt his approaching orgasm zoom past the point of no return. He quickly reached down and hit the switch on the power pack attached to his waist, throwing a fiery jolt of current into Sherry's vagina at the precise moment his testicles exploded.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sherry shrieked as her own orgasm swept over her, the sudden release of built up sexual tension making every hair on her body stand erect.
For just a second, the current passing into Sherry's vagina bled over and ran through the sheen of perspiration on her body. It found it's way to her wet tongue and finger tips, and shot a million tiny sparks directly into Brenda's blood engorged clitoris and sensitive anus, instantly throwing her into a shuddering, shrieking orgasm.
The instant Ron began to ejaculate, the current zipped through the conductive liquid and shot into his genitals also, making him feel as though his testicles were on fire as they pumped jet after jet of hot sperm into the Shell.
All three of them grunted and shuddered through their orgasms for several seconds.
Ron was completely committed to slamming himself into Sherry's slobbering vagina with all his strength, the rapid and forceful collisions between his wildly humping groin and Sherry's sweat slicked buttocks jolting her entire body violently, producing loud slapping noises and adding cadence to the chorus of lusty animal sounds coming from the trio.
Sherry in turn was frantically masturbating Brenda's freely flowing vagina, her suddenly uncoordinated muscles causing her hand to move in a spastic, jerky manner as Brenda shuddered and squirmed her crotch back against it.
Soon, Ron's orgasm began to taper off and he slowed his powerful thrusts to a more comfortable pace.
Sherry's ear piercing shrieking fell to a series of rhythmic groans in time with her ragged, rapid breathing.
Brenda, who's lusty moans and groans of uninhibited release had rivaled those of her female counterpart, was also winding down, her head hanging limply as she tried to catch her breath.
When all three had regained some degree of control, they began to disconnect from each other.
Sherry took her thumb out of Brenda's vagina and provided her anus with a final, slurping lick.
Brenda moaned sexily at the delicious feeling of Sherry's tongue slipping along between her buttocks again, and then allowed herself to lay face down on the carpet to rest.
Ron withdrew himself from Sherry's abused vagina, gave her a playful smack on the butt and lay on his back on his side of the machine.
A moment later Sherry heaved a great sigh and struggled off the Saddle. She stood next to the failed device for several seconds before shrugging her shoulders and mounting the machine in the proper manner again.
"Good a place to sit as any, I suppose." she said, to no one in particular.
Ron glanced at her for a moment and smiled to himself.
Brenda propped herself up on one elbow and looked fondly at Sherry.
"You know what?" she asked.
"What?" Sherry replied, returning the affectionate look.
"We can make high-tech machines to get people off till doomsday, but they'll never replace the ultimate thrill."
"What's that, Bren?" Ron asked from the other side of the machine.
"The thrill of having another human being right there with you to share the experience."
"Right on, Bren!" he said, and began to laugh as he peeked over the machine at her.
"Ditto!" Sherry agreed, and joined Ron in his enthusiastic giggling.
Brenda simply smiled at both of them, secure in the knowledge that no matter what happened with I.D.E.A.S. in the future, she would always have Ron, and quite possibly a brand new "friend" to count on when mechanical things didn't work out the way they should.....
