WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

GIRL REPORTER  (in which our heroine  Shelley Dunbar shares a number of new 
                experiences with several work colleagues)
    
by Ozman (c) 2010.

  The term 'girl reporter' isn't quite accurate as it's applied to me. I am 
almost thirty,  but have undertaken several assignments for my editor which 
involved  my pretending to be a teenager as young as fourteen because I can 
fit the bill in the right clothing and makeup. I work for "Nadine" magazine, 
a periodical for the younger working woman and, although the pages are near 
seventy percent advertizing and promotional material, there's some room for 
photos and the odd article.

  Our editor and publisher is Adele van Delft who is around forty,  married 
and a mother of teens.  There is one other journalist and a number of other 
women who cover the broad spectrum of publishing skills required to publish  
a quality, but low circulation magazine.

  Adele has had me doing all manner of things I wouldn't have tried without 
being directed. My husband Matthew is quite proud of some of my adventures; 
skydiving, scuba diving, initial flying lessons, driving and racing a rally 
car, modelling classes, etc, as well as attending first day at water parks, 
cinemas and other entertainment venues. Last summer Adele and I went to the 
free beach and then a naked resort where we acted as models for the story's 
photographers, so my figure isn't exactly unknown to the general public, my 
pussy either as my esteemed editor managed to slip in a photo where my quim
was clearly visible between my heel and thigh as I sat upon my towel. Since 
then, we've continued to frequent nude beaches with our spouses as I really 
can't imagine going back to swimming in a bathing costume, even a bikini.  

  The other day we received a large carton from the distributor of what are 
called sex toys; mail order items like vibrating dildos and penis rings and 
novelty condoms. There was every kind of phallus: big to tiny, hard to soft, 
rigid or bendy, solid or hollow, vibrating or mute in every hue imaginable. 
The accompanying blurb described the attractions of each type and asked why 
ladies  who lived alone should deny themselves the joys of penetration when 
there was no need to do so.  Adele was asked to give the toys to members of 
the staff who'd be willing to try them and report as to whether or not they 
enjoyed the experience.  However, due a fairly low embarrassment threshold, 
nobody seemed to be prepared to join the test program.

  "I guess it's up to you and me kid,"  Adele chuckled. "It's getting tough 
when you've got to do all your own stunts." 

  I'd never used a dildo or condom up until then,  although, having watched 
some porno videos, knew how to do so. Oddly, in that she was older than me, 
Adele was in the same position. 

  "I didn't mean to be presumtuous,"  she grinned. "I can't order you to do 
this Shelley;  I just thought your natural curiosity and adventurous spirit 
would get you in."

  "It's alright Del,"  I said resignedly. "You're right, I couldn't let you 
do this alone. I'm very curious too."

  After returning from our apres work session at the downstairs gym we took
showers and shaved down our pubic  hairs to leave just a Brazilian triangle 
of bristle on our mons venerii, blonde on Del's and darker on mine. We were 
not seen heading back to our office just wearing bathrobes although Sharon, 
the art designer, was surprised to see us clad in that way. She asked Adele 
what was on and I guess she was told, as things transpired.

  "You want to try something before Sandy gets here, get in the mood, so to 
speak?" Adele asked as she handed me a glass of dry, white wine.

  "Something small for starters," I responded, eyeing with concern a number 
of titanic black and red dildoes that would cause any normal lady a serious 
injury, I was sure.   

  "Ye-es,"  she agreed, smearing her snatch with KY before selecting a pair 
of white, eighteen-centimetre vibrator-dildoes about half the diameter of a 
standard, fifteen-centimetre dick and handing me one.

  I lubricated my love portal before introducing the softly  buzzing device 
to my vagina,  surprised at the erotic sensation imparted to my whole lower 
body and then thrilling intensely as the tip found the neck of my womb.  It 
was really so  much better than I'd ever have imagined and I could see that 
it was having a similar effect on Adele.

  "Oh Christ, Shel,"  she sighed happily. "I wish I'd known that these felt 
so good twenty-odd years ago. Then I'd have not needed to suffer some of my 
less memorable, unsatisfactory nookies. I can't remember the number of good 
prospects I thought I'd found who turned out to be absolute duds in the sex 
department."

  Just about then Sandy, one of our photographers, walked in and smiled his
greeting at us before setting up his gear for the session at hand. I wasn't 
shy about being seen in such an indelicate position by Sandy as he was gay; 
the aforementioned, published photographs of my genitalia having been taken 
by his flatmate Darren, usually adressed as Dan. Adele dropped her robe and 
I followed suit before an equally naked and shaven Sharon blushingly joined 
us on the long sofa.

  Each of us took our turn at having our crotches photographed with various 
sex toys protruding from  our stretching snatches and then holding the item 
with just the tip within our moist, vulvar frills. Sharon wasn't sure about 
trying the really huge dildoes as she thought they might stretch her vagina 
out of shape or reduce her tightness,  going on to assemble a kit she found 
in the shipping carton.  Adele forced about a quarter of a metre of a giant 
double-ender into her pussy and offered me the free end which I was able to
accommodate with surprising ease, finding that it felt not so nearly as big 
as it looked. We couldn't touch clits as Adele desired so she found another
shorter specimen with a vibrating egg inside and,  with our thighs arranged
alternatively over and under the other's  made clitoral contact with a gasp 
from pleasure bordering on the pain of electrical shock.

  "Oooooh, gaw-d!" was all I could manage before she was organizing matters 
once more.

  "Yep, good," she beamed. "Let's try that."

  We gripped each other's shoulders and ground our hips, eventually getting 
matters synchronized and rubbing clitty on clitty, to thrill us both to the 
point where orgasm was both unstoppable and completely overwhelming. 

  "Ooooooh God!" swore Adele as we embraced fiercely, our glistening bodies 
convulsing ecstatically in orgasm, our boobs flattened together between our 
heaving chests and our buttocks taut.

  Eventually  we just lay back down and gently undulated our hips to savour 
the mutual, buzzing sensation of the great phallus within us.

  Sharon had nearly assembled the 'Pleasure Chest', a Sybian orgasm machine 
look alike  which looked for all the world like a narrow version of the old 
sea chests they'd buried treasure in, but finished in a soft vinyl with two
vibrators sticking out of the top of the curved lid and controls on a cord. 
She straddled  the device and lowered her well-upholstered bottom to engulf 
one vibrator within her willing snatch,  slowly rolling her broad hips from 
side to side to savour the sensation of complete penetration. Del picked up 
the controls and twiddled both knobs  before turning one fully to the right 
to cause Sharon to emit a brief squeal of surprise as the flexible vibrator 
began to buzz loudly as it rotated wildly within her pleasure pouch. 

  "Hop on," Adele bid me as we'd then separated.

  I complied, feeling the buzzing phallus slide easily into my love sheath, 
then gasping at the unexpected intensity of the sensations I'd experienced. 
Sharon's hips were warm and she trembled with excitement under my  hands as 
I flattened my tits against her back  before she tilted her head to proffer 
her quivering lips to mine.  Hesitantly I lowered my mouth to hers, tasting 
another woman's mouth for the very first time,  almost reluctantly enjoying 
her probing tongue against my own.  

  "Play with my boobies," she whispered hotly before I cupped her bountiful 
bosom to tweak and twist her big nipples, feeling her jerk at the pleasure. 

  "Oooh yes, Shel!"

  About then I dissolved into orgasm as I'd hadn't quite recovered from the 
first with Adele. Sharon followed me hotly into climax just a moment later, 
although hers was a much more physical and emotional affair with wild cries 
and violent convulsions of pure ecstacy racking her sweaty body. I clung to 
her until our passions cooled again, kissing her wetly.

  Sandy's off-sider, housemate and alleged lover Dan was busily snapping an
endless variety of phallic objects in Adele's pussy when she noticed a very
obvious bulge in the front of his trousers.

  "Get your gear off and try this," she ordered, giving him a vibrator dick
ring. "And you photograph him Sandy."

  She held his vibrating penis before sticking it into her mouth for a deep 
throat experience, something he didn't seem to find at all off-putting.

  "D'you reckon you might stretch our friendship as far as trying it inside
here?" she husked as she opened her long, shapely legs.

  "My pleasure Ma'am,"  he smiled amiably before kneeling and thrusting his 
thick cock into her wet vagina and pumped his hips in the long, slow rhythm
of a sexual athlete.

  "I thought you two were gay," I told Sandy accusingly, seeing a similarly
healthy bulge at the front of his trousers.

  "I never said that," he replied without looking up from his work.

  "You certainly us gave that impression,"  I continued, blushing at things 
he'd photographed me doing.

  "I wouldn't have got the job as a straight," he smiled. "I find women are 
much happier baring it all to a gay man, he's no threat, you see."

  "Ooooh God Shelley!" cried Adele. "Come and feel this."

  I sat back on the settee as Dan withdrew his big cock from her and shoved 
it deep into my love sheath where I felt the delicious tingling imparted by
its vibrating in there. Disappointingly, I had to make way for Sharon whose
hesitation to have Dan's dick in her pussy had been overcome by an order to 
comply from Adele.

  "You volunteered for this Sharon," said the boss. "So do it properly."

  "What am I going to tell my husband?" whined Sharon.

  "The same as Shelley and I, nothing at all."

  That seemed to make sense and  Sharon looked a lot happier as Dan's hefty
organ disappeared into the smooth cleft between her plump thighs, spreading
them widely for the camera. As it was for me, it was Sharon's initial foray 
into adultery, something I suppose I should have expected eventually by the
direction in which my job had taken me in recent times. Poor Shaz obviously
thought that she'd volunteered for nothing  more exciting than an anonymous
pussy shoot, but there she was bouncing up and down in Dan's lap without an
iota of restraint.  Suddenly she screamed, really screamed, as Dan squirted
his semen deep within her and orgasmic convulsions jolted her sweating body
as she lay back on him.

  Adele got Sandy to strip and to don a variety of condoms,  about a dozen,
of diferent coulours, smooth, ribbed, with or without ticklers and/or studs,
each of which he had to stick into us in turn to find if  we could actually
discern any difference in sensation.  I'm not absolutely sure that I could, 
Adele was certain there was and poor Sharon almost came again each time the
cock passed through her vulvar portal and into her love pouch, not being of
much value to our study by then.

  Our sealed section on our sex aid testing was a huge success and a repeat 
edition over the next two issues helped Adele's bank balances soar into the
black. Matt asked me how we found models for the job so I was non-committal,
but I had the feeling he'd guessed  who owned the anonymous lower bodies in
the articles I'd written.  However, I think it had something to do with the
fairly vigourous sex we both enjoyed over the following weeks.