Article 95145 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an368792@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 1995 17:40:05 UTC
Subject: Finger (mff)

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				Finger
				  by
				 Luke

	"But Dave, your finger works fine. You have enough feeling in
it to please any woman," claimed Mary. "Believe me, we appreciate the
real thing. So, why try something artificial, something plastic?"

	Dave smoldered. He had planned this out, and he didn't want to
have to justify it. "Look, this is important to me. I don't trust all
the 'everything is going to be allright' stuff - that's what's they
said when I took my hand in originally, then they sewed it up wrong. I
don't need to say that having to have it recut and nerves retied and
losing some feeling in my fingers has been a pain."

	"Yes, I know," said Mary, "I'm your therapist, remember? We've
been working on it for weeks, but it's my job to know what has to be
done and what doesn't have to be done. You just don't need anything
more than you've got to please a woman - except a better attitude!"

	"Bitch," thought Dave, who said "I'm sure you're right, but
part of improving my attitude is my being sure that things are going
to go right. Anyway, there's no need for you to be involved at all.
I've already done the inventing - I just want to try it out."

	"So you're going to a bar to pick up some woman you don't even
know?" asked Mary. "Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me, and I'm
not about to have your progress set back." Impasse.

	"Actually," smiled Dave, "I thought I'd try a coffee house.
There's one near the campus."

	The mention of the campus reminded Mary of her younger sister,
Joan. "Dave, you don't really need to have sex to try this out,
right?"

	"Well, no," mused Dave, "but it helps to practice the way you
plan to play." Bashful grin.

	"I'm thinking that you could give my sister a back rub or
something.

	That'll be all you need to tell whether it works. You could
use our apartment - I'd be right there to help with any problems."

	"That'll suck," thought Dave. "Well, I don't think that's
quite the same... "

	Mary sensed the drawback. "You have some fantasy about this,
don't you? Some vision of perfect sex."

	Dave was defensive. "I just hope things work out." He saw his
excuse. "They certainly aren't going to work out with your sister,
especially with you in the room!"

	Mary was hurt. "My little sister is a lovely young woman, as
you know. I wouldn't interfere at all. I won't say a word unless you
ask. Promise."

	Actually, Dave was now getting a little worried that his
fantasy about the pick-up was a little far-fetched. Maybe Joan was a
better idea. She had looked lovely and friendly when she'd dropped by
during therapy one day. A back rub would do fine. "Okay," he said.

	"Good," replied Mary, "let me give Joan a call to let her know
we're coming. Then I'll close up here."

	While he waited for Mary, Dave wondered whether his daydream
was as unrealistic as it seemed when talking to Mary. He had designed
the finger as a pleasure tool. It first gave a cool sense to the skin,
then a tingle, then a feeling of a slow scratch. After that, the
pressure started, easing with warmth, as it went penetratingly deep.
Finally, the waves rippled through muscles and later the skin. Back to
the start. Dave knew it worked because he'd tried it on his arm. But
were women different? Less muscle, thicker fat layer - would it work
right? If it did, no woman would ever again drop him like Denise had
after his accident.

	Mary got them into the car and onto the Interstate. Why did
men think they should use machines? As if women were toys with buttons
you pushed. The last few years, the guys she'd dated just - if they
wanted anything besides getting their rocks off - tried some technique
they were sure would work.

	Every one left her cold. Why couldn't they be human, like
women? Mary thought of the one time she'd come, in high school with
Betty - well, actually, after Betty had gone back to sleep. Connected,
natural.

	As she thought that word, Mary nervously turned her mind to
something else.

	Joan. A lovely thing. Her baby sister. Mary tried to protect
her. It had been Mary whose behind got pinched purple as a coffee shop
waitress while she took classes at a commercial college, earning her
degree as a therapist. Now Joan, with her looks and brains, could do
it right, going to college while staying with Mary.

	Joan thought about the call from Mary. A guy coming home with
her. Joan tried to remember him - Mary said they'd met - but she
couldn't. At this point, just about any guy was a novelty. School and
her work study job didn't leave much time, and living with Mary didn't
leave many opportunities to meet guys. She owed Mary so much, yet she
wished they would go out more, with a younger, college-age crowd.
Anyway, Mary said Dave was in his early twenties.

	"Joan, this is Dave," said Mary, "Dave, Joan. As I said on the
phone, we want to do some therapy here and we need your help Joan."
Mary giggled. "We need your back for a back rub."

	Joan was startled. "You want to give me a back rub, Mary?"

	"No," said Dave, "Not Mary. I want to give you a back rub.
Where's a good place to lay down here?"

	"Well, my bedroom, I suppose," answered Joan, with a glance at
Mary, who nodded. "Excuse the mess," she said, glad that she'd cleaned
up some before they'd arrived. Dave looked okay, nice, like he knew
what he was doing.

	"Okay, Joan, can you remove your blouse and lay down?" Dave
nodded toward the bed. Joan checked with her big sister, then, with
some embarrassment, took off her blouse and laid down on her stomach.

	Dave sat next to her and unhooked her bra. "It's okay," said
Mary. Dave glared at Mary and put his finger to his lips. She'd
forgotten to keep quiet already!

	Joan relaxed. Mary was chaperoning. She could use a back rub.
In fact, she was curious. She'd never had a back rub from a guy. After
Mary left home, her parents kept Joan on a very short leash. Dates
were few, sex non-existent, except for a few tentative finger
sessions.

	Dave put on the finger. He started out at her neck, pressing
in lightly at the bone, letting up, then moving down an inch and
pressing again. Just imagining the effect was getting him hard.

	With the first push Joan let out a little moan. It was so nice
to be touched. She and Mary never touched. When the tingle began Joan
was surprised. Whatever this therapy was, it certainly worked! As the
warmth settled through her neck, Joan softened, then the waves brought
her up tighter, ready when the finger moved down and the cycle started
again. Joan luxuriated in the sensation. This was like a billion-
dollar massage.

	"Oaoum," she said as Dave's finger went on to a new spot. Now
she could anticipate what it would feel like. And it did. Soon she was
eager for the next sensation to begin, for the feelings to run
together. But Dave's finger kept on down her back at a steady pace,
stately, almost teasingly so.

	Dave was elated inside. He could feel Joan's responsiveness.
He was making her moan. Her back moved almost as if begging for his
finger, He gave each measure its due, not rushing it. He could bring
her off, he'd bet. "She's wet, I'm sure," he thought to himself. "Wait
until I go lower."

	Mary watched, getting tense. At the edge of her consciousness,
she knew her breasts were feeling heavy. She wanted to interfere, to
stop it, but she'd promised Dave to stay out. Who would have thought
that a back rub would be so sensual? Joan was almost wanton the way
she enjoyed it.

	As the finger moved slowly down to the base of her back,
setting off riots of sensation at each spot it touched, Joan began to
drift, lost in her senses. there was nothing but her back, loved into
openness like a flower called to the sunlight. She arched backwards
toward the finger, but it withdrew. She had to have more, faster. Each
spot developed, a frontier of tingles and waves and warm, and nerves
from the old spots sent down messages of joy and connection.

	Dave dropped his finger lower, under the shorts, onto Joan's
buttock, and pushed in. Would it work as well on fat? Yes, judging by
Joan's reaction, a slow wriggling of her behind. He went down another
inch, touching the top of her crack. Joan moaned. Another inch,
teasing then pressing into the top of the crack. Joan arched up again
and Dave withdrew his finger. She arched further, and Dave dropped
down another inch and pushed, just above the anus. He could smell
Joan's arousal.

	Mary was stunned. Her sister was lewdly seeking the finger.
She saw Joan unzip her shorts and push the shorts and panties down,
wriggling and moaning and humping. With one hand, Dave took her penis
out of his pants. Mary bit her lip and involuntarily rubbed her
crotch. When she became aware of what she was doing, Mary let out a
squeak. She had to stop this! She rushed over to Dave, uncertain what
to do. Without thinking, she plunged her mouth over Dave's cock and
began bobbing her head and licking.

	Dave wanted to stop Mary but couldn't. He was so excited from
bringing Joan to a frenzy that he couldn't resist the mouth on his
dick, especially when Mary tweaked his nipple with her fingers. Dave
quickly blew his wad into Mary's mouth.

	"Don't stop! Please!" cried Joan as Dave relaxed, his finger
falling away from her bottom. "Don't leave me hung up."

	Mary looked over and saw Joan's pussy, lips pulling in and
pushing out. She groaned and plunged her face in. Biting. Licking.
Lipping. Drilling in. Circling with her tongue. All her fantasies.

	Joan bucked and clamped her thighs around Mary's head. Mary's
tongue went into high speed, lapping Joan's clitoris. Joan stiffened.
Mary plunged her fingers deep into Joan's cunt, inadvertently
rupturing Joan's maidenhead. Joan cried out and pulled Mary to her.
Mary knew something was wrong, that she should stop, but she was too
excited.

	Dave saw the blood on Mary's fingers as they came out to
plunge in again. He tried to pull Mary away, but she clung to Joan,
tongue to clit. Dave was furious, first at being robbed of his
conquest and now because he was worried that Joan was hurt. He pushed
hard at Mary's back. Nothing changed.

	"Leave her alone! Leave your sister alone," shouted Dave,
thumping Mary on her ribs with his palms.

	Mary stopped and collapsed on her side, crying. Dave stopped
hitting her and knelt by Joan.

	Joan was all right. Joan was beatific. Joan felt a surge of
love for Mary and for Dave. She pulled Dave down next to her. "Please,
what you two did for me was wonderful."

	Dave was still concerned. "Are you okay? I mean, inside?" Joan
nodded.

	"Just an overdue little operation," she said. "But I am sore."

	Mary was crying quietly. Joan looked at her and asked Dave,
"Couldn't you do for her what you did for me? Use whatever it was?
Please, she's unhappy and frustrated." Joan put her arm around Mary.

	Dave sensed the potential, but he was still upset at Mary.
"Okay, but you have to help - and I'm not letting her off the hook for
what she did to you. Do what I say." Joan nodded.

	Mary was all torn up and confused. She couldn't control her
feelings of shame, of illicit desire and deeds - before a stranger,
yet! Mary was still too aroused to think clearly, and her feelings
were all a jumble of hope and despair. She heard Joan about the
finger, which excited her, but she was repelled by the whole idea.

	Dave pushed through her haze. "Take off your clothes, Mary,
and pay for your behavior." As he said this, he touched her face with
the finger and she felt a series of sensations she couldn't even
follow. Dave waited until she had discarded her top. "Now the skirt,"
he said, pressing her upper arm with his finger.

	Confused by the feelings produced by Dave's finger on her arm,
Mary complied, then waited. Dave touched her chest above her bra.
"Take off the bra and panties." Mary did. Dave ran the finger lightly
down her front, creating a bewildering sequence of sensations. "Lean
forward on the bed, rest on your forearms."

	Mary was almost in a trance. Resting on her arms, she felt
Dave's finger on her thigh, rising slowly toward her crotch.

	"Whatever your intentions, Mary, that was an evil thing you
did to me - and then slobbering over your sister. I think a little
penance is in order."

	Dave reached under and squeezed her nipple, hard then harder,
stroking her thigh with the finger. The feelings broke through Mary's
haze. The hard, dull ache in her nipple with a little electric wire to
her clitoris. And her thigh! Now ripples, now tingles, now flashes.
Mary's eyes grew wide.

	Joan crawled over and kissed Mary. "It's all right. It's okay.
Just be yourself. Don't worry. I love you." She squeezed softly on
Mary's other breast. When Dave release the nipple, Joan put it in her
mouth, sucking and lapping slowly. Mary was becoming frantic with
sensation, for Dave had changed and was pinching her ass as he stroked
her thighs. Mean little nips, like pepper on the salad of sensations
between her legs.

	"Joan, get under her and do for her what she did for you,"
said Dave. Joan obeyed, putting her head between Mary's thighs and her
legs around Mary's arms and head. Joan pulled Mary down to her and
began licking the thighs as they came down.

	Mary resisted at first, then gave way as Dave pushed down.
Joan's tongue felt so gentle and quiet after the finger. Mary put her
arms around Joan's legs and rested her head and Joan's mound.

	Dave stroked along Mary's box, up to the anus. He rested his
finger there.

	"One last little penance, Mary, and that's for being snotty
about my finger." He began slapping Mary's buttocks with his left
hand. Mary, at sea in too many stimuli, began lapping Joan's cunt.
Joan stopping her own licking long enough to say "Yes, please, more."

	Joan could see her sister's ass bounce above her with each
slap. Then Mary would grind her pussy in Joan's face, eager for
relief. Joan reached up and a some light slaps of her own. Spanking
her older sister! Joan rubbed her breasts up against Mary.

	The slaps didn't really do much for Mary, one way or the
other. But the idea did. She was being spanked, and it was for being
naughty. Like with Betty in high school. The image of a flushed Betty
came to mind. Joan's extra spanks added urgency to Mary's excitement.

	Still slapping, erratically, Dave pushed his finger a little
into Mary's ass. She groaned into her sister's snatch. She pushed her
ass back against his finger. Deeper. Mary began jerking back, anxious
to get higher and faster, afraid it would go away. Dave plunged his
finger in, and out, and in. Within a minute, Mary climaxed in a cross,
arms out and back, legs clamped around Joan's head. She shrieked for
forty seconds. Dave kept his finger still. Mary collapsed, limp.

	Dave turned her over. Her eyes had rolled up. God. Joan pulled
on his cock, whimpering. He said "I'm going to fuck you." He knelt
between her legs, inserting the digits of his left hand while he put
his covered finger on Joan's breast. Joan jumped as his hand went in.
She was very sore. Dave, remembering her wound, withdrew from her
cunt, keeping the finger on her breast. Joan relaxed to his finger,
knowing that she would be able to come.

	With his left hand, Dave put his wet, bloody finger into her
ass, easing up and rotating a bit, getting Joan used to the size and
sensation. Joan tensed a bit, then rotated her hip. His right hand
finger went slowly up to her face, down to her other breast, to her
stomach, to her pubic bone, resting on the hair. Joan began stretching
and pushing herself at him. Dave eased his fingers around and up in
her ass, stroking at her mound with his covered finger.

	He wanted to fuck her in the ass. How to lubricate his cock
without hurting her? He didn't think a virgin would have any lube
around the place. Mary was still too far gone to ask. Mary. Dave moved
over to Mary and eased his prick into her. She didn't stir. Like
fucking a dummy.

	Dave withdrew and placed his cock against Joan's asshole. As
he diddled her clitoris with his finger, she rose to meet him and he
pressed into her ass.

	Slowly, in with the cock, around with the finger. "Yes," she
said, "do me."

	Joan felt the big push, like a turd going in reverse, but the
main action was her clitoris, which was going off like a roman candle
- shots of brilliant color, one after another. Then the prick steadily
came up her ass and Dave came down on top of her, only his finger
between them. As her clit sang, her brown ring squeezed on the
intruder, tensing only to be shaken out again by the tingling from her
front. A nervous tic began under Joan's eye.

	Dave began to pump as his finger flicked back and forth over
her clit. The pressure on his cock was marvelous. The finger was
touching both of them as his stomach pressed into her pubic bone. He
could feel the tingle at the base of his cock. He'd never last long at
this rate. Waves hit him and he began to pump furiously into Joan's
ass. Dave groaned. Joan began laughing uncontrollably, thrusting up to
meet his finger and back to impale herself on his cock. As Dave arched
back into his final pump, Joan began pissing, then she came.