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This left room for Janet to sit on Rachel in front of me, but she wasn't ready yet. She wanted to watch first. Janet guided me into position... (MFdom/F, bi, spank, voy, piercing, public) *** Chapter 1 Offense About 1 am a car stopped in front of the house, with music booming and loud voices. Rachel got out and staggered into the house, obviously drunk. We were relieved that she was home, but she was in trouble. My wife Janet met her as she came up the stairs from the foyer and confronted her. "You are drunk!" she accused, "you know we don't approve of getting inebriated and losing your judgment. Besides, you are not of legal drinking age in this state. And we were worried about what might have happened to you because you didn't get home by midnight. We are in a way substitute parents. "I told your mother before she died that we would take care of you while you were in college. Things have been going fine for these first few weeks, and now THIS!" Rachel mumbled "Sorry. I didn't know you'd be up." "We were wondering if we should call the police, because you hadn't given us any reason to think you would be so late. We told you that you could come and go as you pleased so long as you behaved yourself, no alcohol or drugs, and were open with us about your activities so we know you are not getting into trouble. But you lied to us about what you were going to do this evening. You said you were going with a girlfriend to a program at the college that wasn't even scheduled for tonight. We started checking the activity listings in the paper when you didn't come home at a decent hour and saw that it was LAST night.." As Rachel reacted to the acquisitions, she lost her concentration on climbing the stairs and tripped over the top step, falling in a heap at Janet's feet. As she struggled to regain her feet, her skirt bunched up around her hips and it was plain to see that she was not wearing panties. I was standing behind Janet, quietly taking it all in as Janet seemed to be in command of the situation. Surprised at what she saw, Janet exclaimed, "And what have you been doing running around with a carload of boys with no underwear on? Have they been playing with your body?" Rachel sat up dazedly, and mumbled "Uhh, yeah, they took the panties off all three of us girls and were feeling us. I told them not to, but it started feeling good and I didn't struggle very much." "All of the boys?" "Uhh, yeah. They were joking about seeing which one of us felt wettest and all had to try it." "Did they screw you?" Janet asked. "No, we didn't get that far. We were all going to Joe's house, and Synthia and Kara started talking like they wanted to do it." "And you didn't?" Janet asked. "Uhhh, well, uhhh I was going along with it, but one guy was getting sick from the drinking so they dropped him off, and the other two guys were more interested in Syn and Kara, so they dropped me off too." "Well, thank heaven for that." Janet replied. "I'm pretty sure you aren't on the pill and I doubt those guys would take precautions." "Uhh, no, I'm not. I didn't think just once would hurt." Janet was shocked "Don't they teach kids anything? Once is plenty enough to get you pregnant. Besides, guys who do it with just any girl who they can get may be carrying diseases." Janet thought for a bit, and then told her "Well, I think you need to be punished. First, for lying about what you were going to do this evening and causing us worry. That deserves about 10 swats to make you think twice about lying to us. Then 10 more for underage drinking that could have gotten you in trouble with the law. Then 10 more for not only drinking but getting so sloppy drunk you lost your judgment. Ten more for riding in a car with a drunken driver, which is very dangerous. "For shamelessly letting those guys who aren't even a steady boyfriend play with you, 10 more. For agreeing to fuck without protection, which was the most stupid thing of all, 20 more. That's 70 all together." I stood there amazed at what Janet was coming up with. It didn't really seem like her to mete out punishments like that, but I did agree that Rachel needed something to get her attention on how stupid she had been. "And since you lost your panties and weren't modest about showing your body, you will be naked for your paddling to make you think more about modesty. In fact, I think for the next week you will not be allowed to wear clothing while you are in this house, unless we have company." Wow, I thought, this isn't at all like Janet. She is really going to get me excited with this attractive girl running around naked. "You will receive your spanking as 10 swats every night for a week so that you will have a lot of time to think about it, and so you don't get injured by too many strokes at once." Rachel started protesting. "No, you can't do that. You are not my mother." "No", Janet said, "but your mother isn't here, and she would want someone to put some sense into you. You will have to obey our rules or else find another place to live. Now prepare for tonight's spanking." Rachel just sat there on the floor, her skirt tucked around her legs, and wept silently. I noticed that her blouse was buttoned crookedly, like perhaps they had played with her breasts, too, although she didn't mention that. Janet took her by the arm and made her stand up, which was not easy in her drunken state. "Come on, get ready by taking off the rest of your clothes." Rachel slowly slipped off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. She was blushing and watching me out of the corner of her eye. "In front of Jim, too?" she asked. "Yes" Janet replied, in front of both of us. You lied to both of us and broke the rules both of us set." When she couldn't dawdle any longer, Rachel slipped off the blouse, revealing that not only were her panties gone but her bra, too. Her nipples stood out hard and pointy from the excitement of being exposed in this strange situation. "Now the skirt" Janet said. Rachel turned, unbuttoned the side flap, and put her fingers in the waistband. She stopped, and Janet prompted her "Keep going." Reluctantly she pushed the skirt down over her hips, revealing a nicely rounded bottom. Letting the skirt fall, she straightened up, looking away from us. "Ok, over the back of that easy chair", Janet commanded. Rachel bent over the chair and took hold of the chair's arms. Janet took a small wooden cutting board from its hook on the kitchen wall and returned. She gave Rachel five swats on each cheek, not very hard. Rachel jumped and wiggled after each one, but stayed over the chair. I was getting an eyeful from my vantage point, with the round cheeks framing an occasional glimpse of pussy hair, but she kept her legs together too much for me to see any more. "Ok," Janet said. Go to bed and sleep it off. We'll do some more tomorrow night. Remember, you can't dress until time to go out and you must take off your clothes when you get home after class." Rachel got up awkwardly, giving me a glimpse of her slit with almost hairless lips below a tuft of hair at the top, and she went down the hallway to her room, carrying her clothes under one arm and gently rubbing the tender cheeks to help the sting. Janet and I went to bed and screwed like we hadn't in weeks, to tame the raging boner I was sporting. Janet was extremely turned on, but didn't say anything about the strange scene we had just witnessed. Chapter 2 Punishment Rachel often ate with us at breakfast and sometimes in the evening, and talked about what was going on at school. That next morning we were ready for breakfast, but there was no sign of Rachel. Janet went to her door and knocked. A weak, "What?" came from inside. Janet asked, "Ready for breakfast? And remember, you can't dress until you are about to leave the house." Rachel replied, "Oh, I was hoping that was all a bad dream. Are you really going to punish me like that?" Janet assured her, "we certainly are. So hurry up and get out here." After a trip to the bathroom, Rachel showed up at the kitchen door and peeked in. "Come on in" Janet ordered. Rachel blushed from head to toe and with her hands strategically placed, entered the room. "Now, do you want your spanking this morning or do you want to wait until tonight?" Janet asked. "Well, I guess morning so I can get it over with and get dressed," Rachel replied. "No, that wasn't the deal" Janet reminded her. "I guess I'd better go over it again. You weren't in any shape to remember clearly last night. "First, because you lied to us about where you were going and caused us a lot of worry, you are getting ten swats. Second, for underage drinking, you get ten. Third, for coming home totally drunk out of your mind, which no one should do at any age, you get ten more. Fourth, for riding with a drunk driver, ten more. Fifth, because you let those boys play with you, ten more. Finally, for agreeing to unprotected sex, even though it fortunately did not happen, 20 strokes. That will be 10 swats every day for a week. Because you lost your underwear you are getting the spankings naked, and to teach you what it is like to not be modest, you will not wear clothing in this house for a week." Rachel, looking very flushed, murmured "Oh, I was afraid that was what you said. I am so hung over it things don't seem real, and I couldn't believe it." "Yes, that is real. Now when will you take today's allotment?" "Well, if I won't be getting dressed at all, then I guess I'll take the spanking tonight because my bottom is a little tender yet from last night. And I want to get some food and coffee in me right now to see if I feel any better," Rachel replied. "Very well. Sit down and I'll bring you pancakes and sausage. Maple or berry syrup?". We enjoyed our leisurely breakfast, with the added attraction of Rachel's pert breasts, with the nipples hard and pointed all the time. When we were through, Rachel and I cleaned up the table and Janet took care of the pans. Rachel seemed to be getting used to being unclothed, as she no longer tried to hide her charms. But she did remain pink from embarrassment and her nipples never went down. She went back to her room and dressed for school, and quickly left. We saw her again that evening about 5:30. She came in, went to her room, and shut the door. Janet went and called through her door, "You were supposed to undress in the foyer. I'll let this time go, but remember that. Now come out here and undress in front of us." "Uh, can't I just undress here and then let you see that I did? I'm not going to do it out there." Rachel protested. "No, out here" Janet insisted. "No!" Rachel argued. "Out!" Janet ordered. "To help you remember, it will be in front of us, and for protesting, another 10 swats." Rachel slowly walked out to the living room. We sat down and waited as she unbuttoned the blouse and loosened the band of her slacks. She took off her socks and rolled them up. She opened the blouse and we saw a nice lacy bra. She slowly shed the blouse, then pushed down the slacks. By now she was blushing from head to toe. Stripping while we watched was much more embarrassing to her than just being naked. Rachel fingered the clasp on the bra, and Janet became impatient. "Go ahead, take it off." Rachel undid the clasp and slid it off. Her nipples popped out hard as soon as released from the bra. "Now the panties" Janet urged. Rachel turned away and slipped them down. Her cheeks were not showing any sign of the previous night's paddling, at least they were no redder than the rest of her embarrassed body. She stepped out of the panties and began gathering her clothes. "Face us." Janet ordered. Rachel turned back to us, clutching the garments in front of her. "No hiding." Janet ordered. Rachel removed the clothes bundle from in front of her pussy and tucked it under her arm. For the first time I could see her crack clearly. The hairless lips were fully closed on a nice smooth "vertical smile" line with a tuft of hair at the top. "Ok, that's better." Janet informed her. "Now you can study out here or watch TV until supper time." Rachel got a book from her room, came back quietly, and sat in the easy chair with her legs tightly together. We called her to supper shortly after, and she slipped in to her seat. When she saw me looking at her breasts, the nipples hardened and stood up again. After the dishes were cleared, it was time for the punishment to begin. "This time, instead of the chair, let's use the sofa." Janet ordered. "Lay over the arm with your tail in the air." Rachel wiggled into position, and since her legs were too long to be straight down to the floor as they had been over the back of the chair, she was now forced to bend them and spread them a little. This of course gave me a much better look at her slit than I had before. I wondered if my wife had made the change for that purpose, as it seemed she had been going out of her way to display the girl's body to us. Janet got the paddle and started slowly administering the swats, not very hard. She alternated cheeks, and after every one made Rachel tell her why she was being punished. Rachel reacted to the paddling by moving a little after each swat. This movement rubbed her mound on the arm of the couch. She also was flexing the muscles of her buttocks to try to alleviate the sting, which I knew would also be stimulating her sex. As the spanking progressed, I noticed that Rachel's slit was opening up as the outer lips got puffy. I supposed this was a reaction to the stimulation of the rubbing and also from the excitement of knowing how exposed she was. After the spanking, Rachel quickly got up and disappeared into her room. I sat down to read, and was pretty sure I heard moans and sighs from her room. She had gotten turned on enough she needed to finish herself off for relief. Janet was tending her plants and stopped to listen when she heard it too. When we went to bed later that evening, Janet initiated sex. I asked her "What has gotten you so horny? You usually only need it twice a week. Has Rachel's naked body excited you as much as it has me?" Janet agreed "I don't know what has come over me, because I never had any sexual thoughts about women before, but from the moment I saw that this young thing wasn't wearing panties I have had the urge to see more. It really turns me on. Not that I am any less interested in a hard cock!" We demonstrated that interest until we were worn out and fell asleep. The next morning Rachel left without joining us for breakfast but got home about the usual time in the evening. This time she looked around to make sure we did not have visitors, and then undressed in the foyer. I got hard watching her little strip tease out of the corner of my eye, but didn't stare. She took her clothes to her room, and to my surprise came back out, got her books, and sat down in the living room to study. She sat in the easy chair where I could watch her along with watching the evening news. She seemed a lot more comfortable with nudity, or at least had accepted it as inevitable. As she studied, she shifted in the chair, and pretty soon I was seeing her pussy lips. A little later, they were opening. I was a little far away to be sure, but thought I could see her clit hood bulging at the top of her slit. After supper, Janet got the paddle and motioned to the living room. Rachel went without protest, and bent over the arm of the couch without prompting. Janet offered me the paddle, "Do you want to take a turn at this?". Surprised, I took it and prepared to administer the strokes. "No," Rachel protested, "Not Jim." Janet firmly told her. "Yes, Jim. And for protesting, you will get 10 more added on. This makes two days that you have made no progress in reducing your count." I followed Janet's example of giving mild swats and alternating cheeks. Between strokes, Janet again had Rachel recite her wrongdoings, which gave me time to stand where the view was best and study the young body before me. Like last night, her outer lips swelled up and then her small inner lips got puffy, opening the hole. I could clearly see the bump of her clit under its hood, which covered it thoroughly. After each swat, Rachel wiggled around on the arm of the couch, rubbing her mound against it. As we progressed through the ten swats, moisture seeped from her nether lips and her rubbing got it on the couch. When I finished, Janet stood and looked at the sight. "Hmmm, I see that you have a little problem down there. You are going to have to work on cleaning that spot off the couch. In the meantime, why don't you turn over on the couch and finish what seems to be starting between your legs." Rachel was gently rubbing her cheeks to try to take the sting out. They were red but not bruised as I had been fairly gentle. The mention of turning over and showing us her slit seemed to horrify her, but after the display earlier this evening, I wondered if she was pretending. "Uh, do I have to?" she asked, then declared "No, not with Jim watching." Janet was definitely finding a side I didn't know she had in her. "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. And if you protest any more, I will add ten to your count." I could think of no real justification for making her do this, but Janet seemed to be carried away by the situation and Rachel, despite her protestations, did not seem to be acting overly reluctant. Rachel got up, turned around, and lay down with her legs together. "You really want me to do it here, in front of you and Jim?" she asked Janet. "Yes, it will teach you to be embarrassed about exposing your body", Janet replied. It sounded good, but I knew our adventures were having the opposite effect on Rachel. Rachel gulped, shut her eyes, and opened her legs, one leg dangling off the side of the couch and the other bent so that they were spread a little and her slit was partly open, giving me my best full view of her sex so far. She was dripping with moisture, her outer lips were swollen, her tiny inner lips were puffy showing the open hole between them, and her clitoris was bulging under its hood. Slowly, Rachel started rubbing the moisture around on her lips and clit hood. I stood by the doorway with my boner straining against my shorts and making a damp spot in the front of my pants. I couldn't believe Janet was making her do this, but I wasn't about to object to the show. Rachel rubbed her slit with one hand, and her nipples with the other. I longed to help her, but decided that might not be a good idea. I watched as she became more flushed, her breathing louder, and her pace speeded up. A red flush came across her chest and she started poking fingers into her hole between strokes on the clit hood. She massaged her breasts and pinched and gently pulled her hard nipples. After a while she moaned, stiffened, and her abdominal muscles jerked repeatedly as she orgasmed. She lay there panting and the flush slowly left her chest. What a sight! Janet declared, "There, that will do nicely. Now go get cleaned up and come back to work on that spot on the arm of the sofa." To me, she said, "I need to talk to you privately." We went into our bedroom and closed the door, and immediately Janet attacked me. She obviously got very turned on watching our young friend. We kissed and she pressed her body to mine. I helped her slip off her sweater, to discover she had nothing underneath. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples as I pulled down her slacks and by this time I wasn't surprised to find nothing under them either. She had juices running down the inside of her legs and the aroma of arousal was strong. We repeated our performance of last night and finally laid there spent. Chapter 3 Sensitivity The next night after supper, Rachel went into the living room and bent over the couch without prompting. Janet got the paddle and started administering the swats. Again Rachel got wet and ground her mound into the arm of the sofa, but this time had placed a towel there so she would not make a wet spot. When the spanking was over, she got up, sat on the couch, and asked Janet "Shall I do it again?" Wow, I thought, she didn't have to volunteer. She must find it exciting. Janet nodded and Rachel started to repeat the performance of the previous night. But she didn't seem to be quite as turned on this time. After quite a bit of rubbing, she still hadn't climaxed and slowed her rubbing. Janet asked her what was wrong. "Oh, nothing" Rachel said, "I don't usually orgasm when I play with myself even though it feels good. There just isn't enough sensation unless I'm really, really horny. Even with you both watching, I don't feel excited enough to come three nights in a row." "At your age?" Janet looked closer at Rachel's parts. "Well, I see one problem. Your clit hood completely covers the clit so it doesn't get direct stimulation." "Really?" Rachel asked. "You mean it is supposed to stick out?". "Yes," Janet replied, "most women have a hood loose enough that the clit pokes out when we get excited, and that allows for more stimulation. Although when we get really close it often withdraws so it doesn't get too much, because it is really sensitive then." Rachel pondered, "I wonder why mine is different, and what could I do about it?" Janet said she would do some research on the subject, and let Rachel go to do her homework. For the rest of the week the routine was about the same. Every night after the spanking, Janet had Rachel play with herself, and she came only one other night. Janet and I had the best sex all week that we could remember since the honeymoon. At the end of the week, during supper, Janet explained to Rachel that she had been doing some reading on the web and found some discussion of Rachel's hood problem. Some surgeons did operations to loosen or shorten the hood to provide better access for clitoral stimulation. "That would be expensive, wouldn't it?" Rachel asked. "Well, yes, the surgeon's fee would be more than your semester tuition, and since no one in this city advertises the service it would mean a trip and probably a few days stay so that you were healed before the return travel." "I'll have to let the idea go for a while, then." Rachel replied, "I don't have the time or money". Janet continued, "There was some other information that I'll tell you about, as well. A long time ago a Doctor Rathmann came up with a device to help with the surgery. He made a clamp with part that fit under the hood and part outside so it squeezed the hood tissue until it thinned and the blood was out of it, and then it was easy to cut without a lot of problems." I imagine that you could do something like that yourself if your pain tolerance was fairly high." "Ooooh, that sounds scary" Rachel exclaimed. "But I'd like to read more about it to understand it better." "I bookmarked some links on our computer in the den, so you can read all about it" Janet told her. "Why don't you go do that now while we clean up the dishes. You can get your spanking afterward. And this is the last one, tonight, so you can finally start wearing your clothes again tomorrow." Rachel disappeared to do her reading, and we cleaned up, then read the newspaper. When Rachel returned, she seemed to be somewhat stimulated, as the nipples which had stopped hardening every time I looked at them were again firm, and there was moisture between her legs. "I read that article and looked at the pictures. I think that is what I need" she said. "But we don't have the clamp or a surgeon, so what good does it do to know?" Janet replied, "Well, I think it would work if we sterilized a pair of Jim's small wire cutters and you held them on the hood as tight as you could stand for a while. That would be a little like the doctor's clamp." "Oh, my goodness!" Rachel exclaimed. "I don't know if I could do that." As she talked, she went to the couch and assumed the bent-over position. Janet had gotten the paddle during the conversation, and they made quick work of the last set of swats. Rachel didn't wiggle and rub much during this session. Afterward, Janet said "Let's get a better look at you. Sit on the table, lean back on your hands, and put your feet up on the table beside you." Rachel did as she was told, and Janet knelt in front of her. "Pull the hood back as much as you can" she directed. Rachel reached with one hand, putting a finger on each side of her clitoris, and pulled back. The bulge underneath was quite solid, but the pink tip was scarcely visible through the opening. "What do you think, Jim?" Janet asked. "Well, I think this calls for a lot of study" I replied. "Oh, come on, you've seen a cunt before" Janet said, "Don't be thinking up excuses to spend a lot of time looking at her." "Well they are all different and I haven't run into this problem before" I said, then in a joking tone, "I'll probably have to look every day for a month to figure it out." "Oh, come on, what do you thing right now?" Janet demanded. I peered closely at the object of our study, and asked "Is it ok if I feel it to see how tight the hood is?" Rachel blushed and murmured, "Well, if it will help." I replaced her fingers with my own and pulled back on the hood. The clit inside seemed rock hard and pulsed slightly, but none of it was visible. Rachel gave a low moan. I readjusted my position and tried again. This time I saw a tiny fraction of pink clitoris exposed. "Well," I said, "the clit seems to be large but that hood is quite long and tight so it can't get exposed." I ran my finger through some of the secretions that were about to drip onto the table, then pulled back again firmly on the hood and rubbed the little tip that was exposed. Rachel jumped and gave a much louder moan. "And the clit itself seems to be quite sensitive", I stated the obvious. "I think if we could just get it to expose more she would find it much more pleasurable." Chapter 4 Pumping I wondered, "What about suction? Could we pull the clit out a little bit with a vacuum?" "I don't know" said Janet, "but it may be worth a try." I went off to the shop and came back a few minutes later with a rubber bulb attached to a piece of plastic hose that I had carefully smoothed. While I was gone, Janet had apparently been examining Rachel some more, and as I re-entered the room Rachel was breathing more heavily with Janet's fingers dancing over Rachel's exposed parts. Janet stopped, and after giving Rachel time to recover a bit, I lubed up the tube, squeezed the bulb, and fitted the tube to the small opening in Rachel's clit hood. Releasing the bulb pulled some of the hood flesh into the tube, but did not get the main target. With Janet's help in pulling back the hood, I tried again and this time captured the end of Rachel's clitoris. It was pulled a quarter inch into the tube and Rachel jerked, squeaking, "Oh, that was intense!" I left the suction on for a while, until the normally pink clit started turning a light purple. I squeezed the bulb again and released the vacuum, letting the tube slip off her clit. "We don't want to bruise it by leaving the suction on too long" I said "but I think regular vacuum exercises might help." Rachel said, "And even if it doesn't get it to stay exposed, it sure feels good while it lasts." After a few minutes for circulation in the clit to return to normal, we reapplied the tube. By gently pulling on the tube in a rhythm, I built up Rachel's excitement and on the third pumping session that evening she climaxed forcefully. We started regular evening sessions with Rachel. She could now be normally dressed because her punishment was over, but each evening she would undress for us and we would put the suction tube on her clit for several sessions of a few minutes each, with time for it to regain its normal color in between. She would rub the hood and her inner lips. Janet or I would sometimes fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples, which seemed to help her climax. She seemed to have become very comfortable with us helping and watching her climax, and enjoyed these sessions immensely, as did Janet and I. Every week, we had her try without the tube, but it seemed that while the treatments were enjoyable they were not having a rapid effect on the exposure or sensitivity of the clitoris. She rubbed and played but we did not see much of the pink clit and she did not climax often by herself. Chapter 5 Under the Hood I thought about ways of stimulating Rachel's clit and came up with the idea of inserting things under the hood that would transfer pressure to it as she moved. I crafted a little plastic piece with carefully polished edges that looked like a miniature shoehorn. That night we lubed it up and started to slide it under her hood to rest on top of the clit. She couldn't take the sensation of it being inserted all at once. She lay down and wiggled it and pushed it in a little at a time, reaching an orgasm before she got it halfway in. Janet and I sat there and marveled at the sight of this lovely girl in her ecstasy. After the orgasm, of course the clit was too sensitive to even think of moving the shoehorn for a while. We entertained ourselves by playing with Rachel's nipples and occasionally rubbed around the area below the clit. After while she was excited again and pushed the miniature shoehorn in a little further. With continued play, she got it in as far as it could go and kept wiggling it until she climaxed again. Janet was jealous of her hood, saying "I wish I could do that. I don't have enough of a hood to put anything under." Rachel got adept at inserting the little shoehorn under her clit hood, and would sometimes put it in and walk around the house with it. The walking jiggled it and stimulated her clit nicely. We got her to wear it most of the time around the house, and sometimes she climaxed just from the action of sitting down to dinner. Janet would put her hand between her legs and rub while watching Rachel writhe in her chair. We tried hanging an earring on the miniature shoehorn to add to the jiggling, and to our delight it would stay there because the weight was small enough to not pull the shoehorn past the tightness of the hood. Rachel seemed to enjoy the added decoration. Chapter 6 Splitting Rachel enjoyed playing with objects under the clit hood, but really wanted to know what it would be like with more clit exposed to external stimulation. We kept up the pumping sessions and watched for progress. "Well" I remarked one night, "this isn't doing what we hoped, at least right away. Maybe eventually, but not fast enough to see progress. What do you think now about the other option?" "You mean the clamping method?" she asked. "Yes. Could you deal with it?" "Well, I'm not sure. I would have to be in control of how fast we went, how hard it was squeezed." "That makes sense" I said. "I'll prepare the tool and, Janet, you get her washed up to minimize germs that could cause an infection." I went to the shop and got the fairly new, shiny wire cutters. Taking them to the bathroom, I washed them with soap, then rinsed them in bleach. I warmed and dried them over the kitchen stove but was careful not to get them so hot as to hurt the temper of the metal, and finished by cooling them with alcohol. Meantime, Janet and Rachel had done a thorough soap and water job on her genitals. I figured Janet would enjoy being more thorough than necessary. Rachel sat on the bathroom counter and pulled her feet up. She was completely opened. I handed her the tool and guided her hand. Janet held a mirror and with her hand in a rubber glove pulled the skin of the hood away from Rachel's body to create a small opening for the tool. Carefully fitting the pointed jaws to take a small nip in the edge of the hood, I told Rachel "Ok, squeeze down very carefully and find out how much you can stand." She closed the cutters until she felt a small nip. "Ooooh! That hurts." "Just leave it there and don't squeeze any tighter for a while." After a couple minutes, she said "I don't feel such a sharp pain now, but it kinda stings. Maybe even a good sting." "Yes," I said. "Two things happen. First, your body makes endorphins that reduce the response of your brain to pain, and secondly, the tissue itself starts to numb. Keep on with whatever you feel like you can take." She squeezed a little harder and flinched. "Rub me to make it feel better" she asked. "Well, we don't want to ruin our clean-up job, but maybe if we avoid the immediate area ..." I said. Janet and I each started rubbing a finger around the inner lips below the clit, and occasionally poked inside her hole. Rachel squirmed and sighed, but kept holding the cutters to her tender skin. After while she started gently squeezing in time to our rubbing, sending bursts of mild pain and excitement up her nervous system to add to the stimulation we were giving her. "Inside!" she gasped. The flush on her chest told me she was close. I pushed my finger deeper into her and rubbed her g-spot as she came with heaving breaths. During all of it she held the cutters in her grip, arm firmly against her hip so she wouldn't jerk it, and squeezed hard. After several minutes, she had regained her composure and said "It doesn't seem to hurt now, and I'm squeezing pretty hard." "Ok, keep at it until you can squeeze as hard as your fingers are able." I looked and saw that the cutters were completely closed. "I'm there. It won't go any tighter." With that, I gently pulled her hand and the closed cutters slipped away, leaving a nick, a tiny indentation that had been cut in the edge of her clit hood. There was a very slight stain of blood, but not enough to drip or run. "Great going!" I congratulated her. "We'll let this heal up for a couple days and then find out if it helps in exposing your clit to stimulation. In the meantime, I'll print out some aftercare instructions from a piercing site that would be good for you to use." Two days later, Rachel's hood seemed to be well healed, with just a tiny nick at the edge. We had her perch on the counter for us and we marveled at how fast and well it had healed. But pulling back the hood only showed a tiny fraction of an inch of the clit more than it had a few days before. "I think we have demonstrated that the method works" I said, "but we were being cautious and didn't take a very big bite. If you think you can do it again, we should cut deeper." Rachel pondered, and said "well, it was pretty intense, but with your help keeping me distracted, it was something I could handle again." We went through the preparations again, and this time I guided Rachel to take a bite a quarter of an inch deep into the hood. As before, she flinched at first, but as the pain turned from a sharp one to more of an itch as the tissue numbed, she became excited again. "Rub me! Finger me! Push in the hole!" she cried. I pushed my finger deep into her, noting that there seemed to be a tighter area where her hymen was but that it had been partially torn so it was not an obstacle. I rubbed her labia and plunged my finger, then two fingers into the hole. There wasn't much room for Janet to help, and she stood beside me with her hand in her pants rubbing away as she watched the scene before her. As Rachel came, I hooked my fingers and pressed her g-spot. She came and came, and as she writhed around on the counter the cutters pulled away leaving the hood sliced open a quarter inch just as we were aiming for. Janet was leaning against the wall recovering from her own orgasm. "My goodness" she said. "Maybe I should try that device." "Well," I replied, you don't have a tight hood to deal with, or actually very much of a hood at all, so your opportunity isn't there." "Oh" she replied, but I'll bet it would work the same way on the inner labia." "Do you want your labia to get sliced?" I asked. "Maybe just a little bit to see what it is like" she replied. "Ok, then tomorrow night we'll work on you." Chapter 7 Janet's turn The next night, Rachel was tender but seemed to be on the road to recovery. Janet decided that she was ready to take her turn with the new technique. We went through all the cleanup again and this time Janet hopped onto the counter and parted her slit. "My goodness!" Rachel commented as she stared at Janet's sex. "We don't look much alike, do we?". It was true. Janet had very little clit hood, and her clit stuck out about a half inch when it was erect as it was now. But her inner labia were long and loose whereas Rachel had, below her long tight hood, very small labia that hardly were enough to grab on to. I experimented, but could not find enough clit hood on Janet to put the cutters on. I inspected her labia, and selected an spot where she would not be cutting any visible blood vessels. I fitted the cutters to take a tiny bite and let her fingers take over. She squeezed and flinched. "Not too fast" Rachel advised. "I found that I had to start really slow but could tighten up more as time went by." I started rubbing Janet's labia and around the hole. I grabbed Rachel's hand and guided it beside mine. I didn't know what she thought of handling another woman's sex organs but soon she was keeping time with my hand. When Janet was moaning pretty well, Rachel was the one who started inserting fingers. She quickly went from one to two to three fingers as Janet's well- used opening easily stretched. "Feel the rough area just above the entrance" I directed her. "That's the g- spot". She started rubbing that area with two fingers and Janet started bucking on the counter. I could see her hand clenching as she squeezed the cutters during her climax. Soon the hand pulled the cutters free and there was a nick in Janet's right labia. When she recovered, she exclaimed "That was about as intense as any climax I've ever had, no offense Jim." "Hmmm," I pondered, "if you like that, we'll have to come up with a plan so we get the most out of the material you have to work with. You don't want to do it so much that you run out of labia!" "I suppose we could save it for special occasions, but maybe there is a milder way to get the excitement that won't permanently modify the labia?" "Well," I said, we'll have to experiment." Chapter 8 Rachel's Progress When Rachel healed up from her quarter inch hood splitting, we had her sit on the counter again and show us what it looked like with the hood pulled back. It was not enough to expose the whole clitoral glans, but now some of the tip actually stuck out like a new pink lipstick just emerging from its tube. We could see that Rachel had a very large clit under that cover. "Hey, that looks nice" I said. "I think that was a good idea. How sensitive is it now?" Rachel dipped her finger in the juices seeping from her hole and started rubbing. She rubbed along the side and then across the tip. She jumped at the feeling. "Oooh, that is pretty intense. I need just a little of that along with the feeling that I used to get by rubbing the outside." She continued rubbing and the flush began to creep across her chest. I boldly started fondling her nipples and Janet pushed a finger into her. All three of us worked in a rhythm as she built up to a climax. Rachel rubbed the newly exposed clit very gently as she got close, and then as she climaxed, she went back to rubbing the side of the hood to sustain the feeling. The climax started to wane, and Rachel very briefly rubbed the tip of the clit again. This quickly brought her back to full pleasure, and she rode the wave for an incredibly long time. The next time Rachel started to relax, Janet found Rachel's g-spot and rubbed it firmly. Suddenly a clear liquid gushed from Rachel's vagina, drenching Janet's hand. "What was that?" Janet asked, amazed. "That was a female ejaculation" I said. Not all women have the glandular development to generate all that juice, and even the ones who do don't always squirt. Our friend Rachel is a lucky gal to be able to enjoy all these experiences." Rachel was listening and watching dazedly, breath heaving. I wondered if she was too wiped out to continue. "Had enough?" I asked. "No, No, this .. is so wonderful, better than .. I've ever had before" she panted. "Keep me going!". After several more minutes of almost continuous orgasm, she seemed to have played out the novelty of rubbing the tip of her clit for tonight, and was trying other ways to rub herself. I grabbed my suction bulb and tube out of the drawer and put it on the exposed tip of her clit. As I released the bulb the suction drew her clit out a little more than we had seen before. The sensation caused Rachel to peak again, and I gently pulled on the tube in time to her motions. This kept her going for another minute or two. As she calmed down, I released the suction and she rubbed her slightly swollen clit, causing another round of contractions. Finally she said "I .. don't think .. I can take .. any more. Let me .. rest." I checked my watch and she had been in almost continuous orgasm for eleven and a half minutes. "That's the best it has ever felt! And for the longest time!" she exclaimed as we helped her down from the counter and led her to her bed. Chapter 9 Bolder Adventures Our activity with Rachel had started out as punishment, with a little voyeurism thrown in, then helping her with her low sensitivity, and had become unabashed sex play. We continued to have pumping and rubbing sessions with her. One night she suggested that we pump Janet's clit. "What?" Janet asked, "don't you think it is big enough?" "Well, you see how good it makes me feel. Why don't you try it." Janet agreed and undressed. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs. I started rubbing her labia while Rachel played with her nipples. Before long Janet was getting turned on and wiggling under our ministrations. I took the suction device and let it pull Janet's clit into the tube. Janet arched her back to raise her hips off the bed and gasped "My, that ... was .. intense." I started tugging gently at the tube so that Janet and I got into a rhythm. Suddenly the squeeze bulb made a hissing sound and a crack opened up. "Oops, the rubber is old and it looks broken." I told her. "Well, I need it. It had me really going. What are we going to do?" she asked. Without comment, Rachel suddenly moved down from fondling Janet's breasts and nipples and began sucking and licking Janet's clit. I was surprised but had no objection to seeing these two sexy women go at it with my help. Janet started to sound like she was close to climax, and I reached under Rachel to push my fingers into Janet's hole. I rubbed around the opening and this put her over the edge. As she spasmed on my fingers, I pushed further in and rubbed the g-spot in time to her contractions. Rachel had backed off a little, knowing that Janet's clit would be too sensitive for a few moments to take direct stimulation. As Janet came down, Rachel renewed her attach and kept Janet going. Rachel and I worked on her until she finally relaxed, spent, and drifted off to sleep. Rachel and I were horny from watching Janet's orgasm. I motioned to her to undress, and she lay naked beside Janet. I started rubbing and Rachel worked her clit hood back. I saw that all the exercise had stretched the hood opening a little more, and I could see more clit than previously. I put my fingers beside hers and pushed harder. Suddenly the hood slid back a little more and the whole clit popped into view, with the opening of the hood tight around the top of the clitoral shaft. This must have felt intense to Rachel, because despite having little preliminary stimulation, she immediately went into spasms. I blew on the newly exposed clit and she bucked harder. She wet her finger in her juices and gave the tiniest touch to the tip of the clit. She ran her finger all around the hood without touching the clit itself. She went back to the tip of the clit. She kept spasming and bucking. I pushed my fingers inside and pushed the g- spot. Rachel bucked harder and flooded my hand with a wave of her secretions that left a huge wet spot on the bed. Still she kept rubbing, now running a wet finger over the entire exposed clit for the first time. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her breath was ragged, and she was sweating like she was in a sauna. "Lick it!" she cried. In all the fondling and rubbing we had done over the weeks, I had never touched her with my mouth. But now she seemed to need it and I was extremely turned on by the thought. I gently tongued the clit, ran my tongue around it in circles, and ran my tongue up and down its length. All the while Rachel writhed, moaned, and panted as the spasms continued around my fingers in her hole. Janet stirred, saw what we were doing, and pushed me aside to do the licking herself. I had never exposed myself to Rachel in all our play. We always did her, sometimes did Janet, and then Janet and I went to bed to fuck. Now we were all in my bed and I needed some action myself. I undressed while Janet continued licking and started sucking on that wonderful clit. I got behind Janet and entered her cunt from behind, which was one of my favorite positions anyway. I fucked as Janet sucked on Rachel. Janet had another small climax as I quickly went off and shot into her, with Rachel all the time in one continuous orgasm. I collapsed on the bed, Janet collapsed, and Rachel started calming down. We pulled a sheet over us and all slept. Chapter 10 Wake up In the morning I was awakened by someone pulling the cover off me. I didn't stir, but peeked out of lowered lids to see Rachel examining me. "Interesting?" I murmured. Rachel jumped. "Oh, I wanted to look you over. I've never seen one up close. "Go ahead, after all we've done together, you deserve a good look." She gently touched it and the attention made it start to expand. It pulsed and jerked with my heartbeat as it began to stiffen. "Wow, that's incredible!" Rachel exclaimed. Janet heard her and opened her eyes. "Quite a sight. I don't often take time to watch it grow." Janet said. "Or maybe it is that I always find it hard already and rarely get the chance to see it happen." Gently, Rachel took the rising organ in her hand and felt it. That felt wonderful to me. I grabbed her wrist and showed her how to stroke it. It was now fully erect and the uncircumcised skin was pulled back from the head. "Mmmm, just keep that up for a minute" I said. Janet nestled her head on my stomach and watched from that close vantage point. Rachel kept stroking, and now a drop of juice appeared at the tip. "Is that the sperm?" she asked. "No, it is mostly lubricating fluids, that some people call pre-cum, but it might have a few sperm in it if I hadn't had a vasectomy. Most of the sperm, if I had them, would be in the main ejaculation of semen later." "When would that be?" Rachel asked. "Well at the rate we're going it will probably be in a couple minutes." I replied. "But maybe we shouldn't rush. I want to feel good for as long as possible." Janet chuckled "That may not be very long, sweetie." Rachel said "I want to see it." Janet reached her tongue out and licked the tip. "I do too. Lets make him cum on his stomach for us to watch." She sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. That was pushing me to the limit and I groaned. "Can I try that?" Rachel asked. "Ok" Janet replied and moved back. Rachel licked over the head and remarked "The juices taste salty, and with some other flavor I don't recognize." Janet told her "I like the taste and always have trouble deciding whether to take his load in my mouth, to watch it, or to take it in my pussy. Sometimes we do one and sometimes another." I told her "I like having a mouth work on me, but in the end, it feels better to me in a pussy. I let Janet try the other ways for variety." The girls had been working on me, with Janet gently sliding the skin back and forth on my shaft while Rachel licked and sucked. I had one hand on Janet's breast and two fingers of the other in Rachel's hole. I could feel myself about to shoot and told her "uh, here ... it ... comes" as the spasms started. Rachel let go and the jets shot out to land on my stomach. Rachel gasped "It just keeps on squirting!" as I shot spurts of semen. Finally I was drained and my cock lost some of its rigor. It hung there pulsating up and down slightly with my rapid heartbeat. "Now we can clean him up" Janet said. Both tongues went to work on me, but I had to restrain them. "The head is too sensitive right now". Instead, Janet tasted the pool on my stomach, swirled her tongue in it, and then kissed Rachel's open mouth. They shared my gift and then parted. Rachel copied Janet's actions, tasting the puddle, and sucking up some of it on her tongue, then going over to Janet to share the sample. Rachel said "It is not quite as salty as the pre-cum but that other flavor is stronger. I could get to like this." Rachel rubbed a finger in the puddle, and then asked "And this stuff can't make me pregnant?" "No" Janet replied, he had a vasectomy, or else I would be pregnant all the time." Rachel took the slick, dripping finger and rubbed it on her clit and around her opening. "It is so slick, it feels great." After they played around for a while, Janet got a wash cloth and cleaned my stomach. "I'll bet his cock isn't so sensitive now." she said. Rachel sucked my semi-soft cock into her mouth and tongued me thoroughly. I hardened again and moved my hips slightly. "How much can you take in your mouth?" I asked. Rachel sucked a little more of me into her mouth which felt really nice. Rachel decided that she really liked the head in her mouth be wasn't interested in seeing how far she could take it. Maybe later, I thought. I wasn't going to climax again for a while. I let her clean me and practice her technique, and then said. "That's about it for now. It needs to recover." Janet pointed out that it was still hard, whether or not I had any more ammunition, and she didn't want to waste that. She straddled me and lowered herself onto the boner. "Rachel, get in front of me." Rachel straddled my chest and slid up until I could tongue her pussy. Janet reached around and fondled Rachel's breasts and tweaked her nipples. I licked up and down beside her clit, around the hole, and back to the clit itself. Rachel was already wet with excitement and my ministrations soon had her moving her hips and panting. Meanwhile Janet was getting pretty excited behind her, going up and down on me. I arched my neck enough to suck Rachel's clitoris into my mouth and she went wild. Her orgasm hit and she bucked too much for me to stay on her clit. Her excitement transferred itself to Janet, who also came, spasming on my cock. As Rachel started to calm down, I increased my attack on her clit with my tongue and kept her riding the orgasm for a long time. Finally, she stopped moving and just sat on my chest barely in reach of my tongue as I slowly licked around her opening and her clit, giving her little aftershocks of pleasure. Chapter 11 Two can Pump I obtained a new rubber bulb so that we could continue our pumping sessions, and while I was at it I found a tee fitting so that I could attach two tubes to the bulb. The next night I got the women into the bedroom and undressed, and had them sit facing each other, leaning back on pillows, with legs intertwined so that their pussies were not far apart. I took the double tube and the women fitted one end to each clit. When I released the bulb, both were pulled into their tubes. I gave the bulb to Janet and she started gently squeezing and releasing the bulb so that their clits pulsated with the changing vacuum. Rachel said playfully, "Hey, we could have a tug of war!" She started scooting backward on the bed to pull the tube tight between them. Janet dug in her heels and inched back. The two clits were stretched away from their bodies and Rachel quickly found that her young body was more tender than Janet's. She had to slide forward to ease the pull and quickly conceded defeat. They settled back into position against their pillows and started building their pleasure. Rachel took hold of Janet's tube and started pulling it gently in time to the rhythm set by Janet's squeezing on the rubber bulb. Janet likewise moved Rachel's tube. Their excitement built and I saw the familiar flush start across Rachel's chest. I bent over and started sucking one of her nipples while massaging the other breast. I switched back and forth between her breasts for a while, and then worked on Janet's nipples in the same way. I went back to Rachel and this time when I sucked she started to orgasm. She let it sweep over her with abandon, making lots of noise. When she seemed to be at her peak, I went back to Janet and sucked hard on a nipple while inserting two fingers in her wet pussy. She was keeping up the rhythm on the vacuum as she worked toward her climax, and this would not let Rachel rest since both tubes were still connected. Rachel was sweating profusely and moaning as the sensations of the pulsing vacuum kept working on her clit. Soon the combination of pulsations on Janet's clit, sucking on her nipple, and the fingers rubbing around her hole sent her into a climax as well. I kept fingering her until she calmed down. Finally she gave a hard squeeze on the rubber bulb to release all the vacuum and the tubes fell off both women's clits. Rachel gently rubbed around but not on her clit to keep the aftershocks going. Janet lay down and I got between her legs and licked her sensitive clit as much as she could stand. She got into another peak and clamped her legs around my head, pulling me tight to her pussy, and I sucked her clit hard, tonguing it in time to her contractions. Janet rolled over and pulled up her legs toward her chest, offering me one of my favorite positions. I got behind her spoon style and entered her pussy. It didn't take me long to pump my way to my own climax. Rachel lay on the bed watching me go in and out of Janet, gently rubbing herself, but was too spent to climax again so soon. Chapter 12 After that, Rachel always slept with Janet and me. We tried various positions and combinations, but favored the one with them "riding double" like that first morning with Janet sitting on my cock and Rachel on my mouth. I came home late one evening to find the girls in bed in a sixty-nine position, which I watched for a while before joining them. After that, I felt that Janet wouldn't mind, so Rachel and I would play when Janet happened to be away. Rachel liked to make me squirt while she watched, much more so than Janet. I didn't mind at all if she wanted to stroke me with her hand while I rubbed my fingers in her hole. One night, Janet said, "You know, for all our playing around, Rachel, Jim has never fucked you. Don't you think it is time?". Rachel replied, "Well, I've thought about it for a long time, but I figured that was the ultimate intimacy and it belonged to you, his wife." Janet replied, "You have become so much a partner in this affair that I think you should have that, too. And I want to watch." "Well, I said, how should we position ourselves so we can all enjoy it?" Janet put Rachel on the edge of the bed with her feet pulled up beside her and had me kneel on a low footstool so I was the right height to line me up with her pussy. This left room for Janet to sit on Rachel in front of me, but she wasn't ready yet. She wanted to watch first. Janet guided me into position and said, "Slowly, now. She isn't used to you." Rachel was dripping wet with anticipation, and I had no trouble sliding into her entrance, but it got very tight after that. I remembered when I had put my fingers in her I felt the remains of a hymen as a constriction a little way inside. I pushed gently, in and out, running into the obstruction a little harder each time. Rachel grunted with each impact, and started pushing back. Before long, I stretched her enough to slide past the restriction, into her long tight tunnel. She was so tight I could hardly move. I rested in that position until she relaxed and felt more comfortable with it. I started to stroke gently and Rachel moved in time to my motion. Janet watched for a while and said "That looks so sexy. It makes me want it too, but sharing and watching is a wonderful new experience." Janet put two fingers around my slick shaft and felt me going in and out of Rachel. She rubbed the slick fingers on Rachel's clit hood and pulled back the hood until the clit popped out. This meant my pubic hair was tickling Rachel's clit on each stroke, and it drove her wild. She started bucking faster. Janet said "We don't want to let this get over too soon" and pulled the hood back down over the clitoris. "And I want some action, too." She straddled Rachel's head and lowered herself until Rachel could lick her clit. I couldn't reach Janet's pussy from my position but held onto her hips to keep us in sync and slid one hand up to fondle her breasts. We all moved in time for a while, until Rachel started panting and bucking so fiercely we couldn't hold her back any longer. She climaxed with a loud moan and grabbed Janet's clit with her fingers. Pulling as she bucked and writhed, Rachel brought Janet off and the sights and sounds along with the wonderful tightness of Rachel's pussy brought me off, too. When we calmed down, I checked and Rachel had not bled from the penetration; the hymen was already too far gone. I meant to ask her some time how that had happened. Chapter 13 Rachel's story The next day I asked Rachel how she had broken her hymen. She giggled, and said "Like most girls, probably. I was playing a little too hard. I had discovered that it felt good to rub around down there. Well, actually, one of my friends told me that it felt good for her and showed me how she rubbed herself. I copied her and decided she was right. We never did much touching of each other. Certainly never with out mouths, because that just seemed too strange back then. And I don't think either one of us climaxed when we were playing with ourselves together." "Then I discovered it felt good to put a finger just inside and rub there. If a small finger felt good, maybe something bigger felt better. I found this thin cologne bottle that seemed to work, and used it for several weeks of fun. I still had never had an orgasm. One day when I was getting really excited I pushed harder, something popped, and the bottle went in a lot farther than ever before. I was scared, but so excited that I came. It was my first real orgasm and the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I came for quite a while before I calmed down and checked what had happened. I was scared by the blood, but even more scared to tell my mother what I had done, so I waited to see if I would get sick. When I didn't, I decided that it must be ok and kept using that bottle. I still have it, as a matter of fact, but it doesn't seem big enough any more. I tried other things, but nothing seemed to give me reliable orgasms. So I've always been curious about what else could be done to make the feelings stronger. My experiences with you two have been an amazing new world." "I was afraid of the spankings and resented it at first, but before we were done with them I realized that I had been reckless and needed to rethink about what I had done. I almost made the mistake of having sex with a guy who didn't care at all about me, hardly knew my name. You made me realize what a mistake that would have been. You have been very kind and loving with me. The sexual things that came out of the spanking were great, and would never have happened if I hadn't been spanked. So I got two kinds of lesson out of it and I appreciate both." Chapter 14 Out to Dinner One evening before dinner we were playing around, and Rachel remarked that with her clit hood opened the little bit by our home operation she was able to get much more stimulation, but that if she pulled the hood back so the clit popped out and left it that way, it almost cut off circulation and made the clit swell too much. "Maybe we should cut deeper into the hood to make it looser" she said. I replied "That might not be a good idea. You are enjoying it so much the way it is, I'd hate to spoil it. Maybe someday you will wear out the sensitivity of the tip of your clit and need to expose more of it, but it is working very well right now." "Well, what else could I do to try something different, then?" she asked. "How about trying to put things under the clit hood, so the extra stimulation is temporary, and it doesn't stick out to rub on your clothes when you aren't playing with it?" I suggested. "Janet's big clit is unprotected and isn't as sensitive after rubbing on her clothing all the time, although she certainly has gotten a lot of pleasure out of that rubbing over the years. I went looking around and brought back a piece of thick nylon string that was intended to re-supply the grass trimmer. I washed it up, cut it to length, and rounded the ends with a nail file. Then I formed it into a loop and worked it under Rachel's clit hood so that it wrapped around the base of the clit shaft. It tried to spring back to a straight position, expanding the clit hood into a bulge on each side and pressing the middle of its length on the base of the clit itself. This made an entirely new set of pressure points to stimulate Rachel, and the hood was long enough that the stiff string remained in place. I said, "Let's see how well this stays in place." Put your skirt on and let's all go out to dinner. "You mean you want me to walk with this thing?" Rachel asked incredulously. "It will stimulate me so much I'll have public orgasms." I replied "Part of the fun will be the extended stimulation and timing it so you don't climax in front of someone." "What about me?" Janet asked. "Don't I get some kind of stimulation, too?" "Well, you don't have enough hood to do anything with, but I can give you something to stimulate you." I got a couple clothespins, took out the springs, and bent them with pliers so they would not be so strong. I reassembled the clothespins, and put one on each of Janet's long inner labia. "There, that will jiggle as you walk and stimulate you, too. Rachel doesn't have enough labia to hang anything on, so we stimulate her clit using the long hood, and you don't have much clit hood so we stimulate your long labia." The women tried walking around the house to see how it would feel and whether the stimulators would stay in place. They decided it would work and we went out to a restaurant at the mall not far from home. After we walked in and sat down, Rachel whispered, "I feel the pressure change with every step and movement. It feels strange to be so stimulated in a public place like this." Janet replied, "I agree. This is something new that I'm glad we tried out, but I think those clothespins are a little too tight to be clamped on one spot all evening. I'm going to have to go to the restroom and move them a little. "No", I said "Adjust them right here." "You mean reach under my skirt with both hands and fiddle with them right here in the booth?" "Why not, no one can see." She shifted on her seat to spread her legs a little more, and put her hands under the skirt, which of course rode up showing a lot of her thighs. She quickly grabbed a clip in one hand and the labia in the other and moved the clip to a different spot. "Watch out," I whispered, "Here comes the waitress." Janet was barely able to get the skirt down before the waitress brought us glasses of water and asked if we were ready to order. We ordered and she left. "That was close" Janet murmured. "And I only got one of them moved. Keep a close watch while I do the other one." I looked around and saw no one coming. "Go ahead", I said. Janet repeated the adjustment on the other labia. "That's better. The first spots were starting to ache." We chatted while waiting for our food. After while the topic came back to their stimulators. Rachel said "I think my stimulator is ok for right now, but the hood may get sore with that thing poking the same place all night. The other problem is that with all this stimulation, I'm soaking wet. I reached for her leg beside me and put my hand under her skirt. I ran a finger over the bulge in her clit hood and she drew in a sharp breath. I felt the wetness oozing out of her slit below and rubbed briefly. She wiggled in the seat and tightened her mouth to keep from making a noise. I brought my hand back up and unobtrusively scratched my mustache while inhaling the fragrance on my finger. On the other side of her, Janet slipped a hand up Rachel's leg to feel the wetness. The waitress brought our food and we ate for a while. Rachel took her napkin and wiped the seat between her legs. "I'm dripping," she murmured. "I think maybe she should go to the restroom and wipe off so she doesn't soak her skirt" Janet advised. "I'm not quite that wet but it wouldn't hurt for me to clean up too. The whole booth must smell like cunt." Reluctantly, I agreed, and they carefully got up from the booth and walked to the restroom. After quite a while they came back. "That took long enough." I stated. Rachel blushed and Janet told me, "well we were alone in there and in quite a condition, so we rubbed each other to climax before we cleaned up. Sorry you had to miss it, but it really had to be done." I was disappointed, but figured I could have some fun later so why not let them enjoy themselves, or each other for that matter. We finished our meal and left. Janet was getting anxious to move the clips again, but I wanted to try more public stimulation. I insisted that we walk around the mall "to settle our food". There were several exercise walkers striding around the perimeter. We joined them for a while. Rachel told us she was feeling the stimulation of the device under her clit hood. After most of a lap, Rachel started losing her stride and grabbed a seat. She sat there with her legs crossed, face flushed, slowly flexing her leg and hip muscles, with her mouth clamped shut. Janet and I sat down beside her to watch her have her orgasm as quietly as possible. Fortunately no one else seemed to be paying her any attention. Rachel relaxed, sat there for a couple minutes, and then was recovered enough to continue the walk. Janet was getting anxious about the pressure on her labia and needed to move the clips. I decided that next time we tried them I needed to loosen the springs a little more, so they just barely stayed on. There was too much traffic in the area for her to move them right now. We walked on, and came to a side corridor that led to an office that was closed in the evening. Making sure there were no security cameras in the corridor, I motioned Janet to stand behind me and make her adjustment while I watched that no one was going to walk by right away. Janet lifted her skirt with one hand, took a clip with the other, and Rachel pulled the labia so Janet could clip onto a different spot. They repeated the process on the other side just as I saw someone coming. We strode out of the corridor and resumed our brisk walk around the mall. Rachel murmured, "She was pretty wet. My fingers smell good." "Well," Janet replied. "The constant jiggling on my labia is a real turn-on. Now that the pressure is off those spots that were getting sore, I am getting more excited. I don't know if I'll make it all the way around the mall. And I am not as quiet as Rachel when I come." "Let's go out this door," I said. "It will be a shorter trip to the car than if we go all the way back to the restaurant to go out." Janet's face was getting flushed as we reached the car and got in. I had her sit beside me and pull up her skirt. I fingered her, and pulled gently on a clothespin. Rachel reached up from the back seat and took hold of the other clothespin, moving it up and down in a gently rhythm. I fingered Janet's hole, transferred some of the juice to her clit, and rubbed it in time to Rachel's movement. As Janet started to peak, I put my finger back in her and pressed the g-spot. Janet spasmed and panted "Uh. OOOH! Uh! Ooh! .. Oh ... I .. needed .. that." I drove home and we all went straight to the bedroom and undressed. We got in one of our favorite positions, with me screwing Rachel while Janet sat on her face. We went at it until I climaxed and unloaded in Rachel. Then Janet got on her knees, leaned down, and licked Rachel's clit and hole clean while I rammed Janet's pussy from behind. I knew I wouldn't come again right away but was still hard enough to do Janet some good and it didn't feel bad for me, either. Janet had her orgasm about the same time that Rachel got off again on Janet's tonguing. Spent, we laid down to sleep, with Rachel holding my softening cock. and me with an arm around each of my favorite ladies. Chapter 15 Janet's Piercing The experience with the clothespins had been a mixed one for Janet. She enjoyed the feeling of them dangling on her labia, but the pressure became too painful after a while. This suggested a natural next step--to pierce her labia so we could hang things in the holes. Rachel and Janet studied the labia piercing pictures they could find on the web and decided what they though would look most attractive for Janet's build. They wanted to start with a pair of holes near the bottom of the inner labia, with small rings, and after those healed, work up a ladder with rings on each side. I was taken with the idea that besides hanging things on the rings, I would also be able to lace Janet up like a shoe with a bow at the top just below her large clit. Janet might find it stimulating to feel the tension of the laces when we were away from the house. I asked Janet where she wanted to get the piercing done. "I think we can do it right here" she replied. The experiment with nicking the labia had proven that she could handle the pain and even find pleasure in it. We got our supplies and picked an evening for the job. Janet washed herself thoroughly, with Rachel's help. We laid out the piercing needle and two rings. Janet laid down on the bed on a towel. Janet and Rachel had marked the spots on the labia with a black marker and carefully checked the alignment with Janet standing, sitting, and bent over, and now we had easy targets for the piercing needle. Rachel was gently rubbing Janet's labia and clit, getting her turned on. When everything seemed ready, I pulled the right labia out. Rachel took Janet's hand and put the needle in it. She guided Janet to the marked spot and told her to push just as much as she could handle. Janet touched the needle to the spot and immediately jerked it away. "Too intense." she said. I asked "How about starting with this to get used to some pressure?" I asked, handing her a sterilized paper clip that we had prepared in case we needed it to help keep the hole open while we inserted the ring. Janet pushed the end of the paper clip at the marked spot and this time did not flinch. After increasing the pressure for a while, she said, "maybe now I could try the needle." Rachel positioned it and Janet pushed lightly. "Uh." Janet exclaimed, but did not withdraw it. She kept the pressure up and I saw the impression of the point on the other side of the labia. The spot seemed to get paler and thinner and after a couple minutes I could see the tip of the needle poking through. "You are getting there" I exclaimed, pointing it out to Rachel at the same time. "Yeah, I .. uh.. think I am." Janet said, meaning it differently than I had "Rub me." Rachel rubbed juices on Janet's clit and continued a circular motion as Janet's breathing became more rapid. Janet's hips thrust and she forced the rest of the needle through, muscles spasming, and she thrashed on the bed in ecstasy as Rachel rubbed around her clit, knowing it was too sensitive for direct contact. I steadied the needle and took Janet's hand off it. When she calmed down, I slipped the ring through with no trouble and screwed the bead closed. We handed Janet a mirror and showed her the result. "Wow. That is neat. A pair will look even better." she said. "Do you want to do the other one now or wait for the first to heal?" "I think I'll wait. I need to be turned on to be able to stand the pain, and I'm shot for tonight." she replied. Janet healed nicely in a few days, and we repeated the process on the other side to make a pair. She decided to try these out for awhile before continuing the ladder. I would have to wait to lace her like a shoe. We tried hanging heavy earrings on the rings in her labia when we went out. She really enjoyed the feeling of the jiggling, of course not restrained by panties, and was always very turned on when we got home. She rarely climaxed when we were out, having learned to control it and not wanting to get caught. It was enough just to walk around feeling the pleasant vibrations and thinking what she was getting away with around the unknowing bystanders. Chapter 16 Rachel's Piercings Rachel was a little envious of Janet's labia rings. She could not find enough labia on herself to properly place rings. Her main asset was the large clit and its hood, which still covered most of the clit unless she pulled it back far enough to pop it over the bump and make it stay behind the engorged clitoris. This was very pleasurable for her and she didn't want to ruin that. But she longed to be able to add some ornament. The experiment with the thick nylon string under her hood had been good, but if she wore it for too long it irritated the under side of the hood and made her sore. What she decided she wanted to do was a horizontal hood piercing. We planned carefully, and marked the spots she had chosen. She wanted to do both sides at once so that she could do things with them as soon as possible. We cleaned her up and laid out the supplies. Janet used soft-tipped plastic tweezers to pull the hood away from the clit, as fingers might contaminate the piercing. I inserted a tube under the hood so I could see that it pushed out against the hood at the spot we had marked on the outside. I inserted the piercing needle into the tube and put Rachel's finger on it. She pushed until she felt the sharp sting of the needle on the tender underside of the hood. She was better than Janet at handling the pain. After only a few seconds she was pushing harder and I could see that the point would come out in the middle of our mark. She said it was getting intense and she needed some distraction. Janet wetted her finger and rubbed around Rachel's hole, then slipped it inside. As Rachel's excitement built, she pushed harder. The skin thinned and paled. I told her "I see the point coming through." Janet rubbed Rachel's g-spot and Rachel started to spasm. She pushed hard on the needle and it slid through. I grabbed the end that Rachel was holding to steady it as she writhed and moaned. When she calmed down, I slipped the special barbell under her hood and out the hole. We had looked high and low for it, as it was specially made with a thumbtack head that would not go through the hole while putting minimal pressure on her clit. I fastened the bead on the outside, which was mainly to round off the shaft of the barbell as it certainly was not going to fall out. We set up right away to pierce the other side. I got the tube in position and inserted the needle. Rachel pushed it through right away, giving a triumphant cry. I fitted the second barbell and Janet held a mirror for Rachel to look at the result. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Now I have piercings, too." The special barbell were more difficult to clean than a simple ring, so we helped Rachel every morning and evening by squirting water under the clit hood as she moved the barbell slightly to be sure it wouldn't adhere. The piercings healed in several days to the point where we were no longer afraid of them getting infected, but they were rather tender. Rachel didn't think she could handle anything hanging on them right away. We resumed careful sex play with her but didn't do much with her clit hood. Rachel finally announced that she was ready for some new ways of playing. The first thing we did was undo the round beads on the ends of the barbell and replace them with tiny loops that had been threaded to screw onto the stem. From these we hung large earrings. Rachel modeled them for us and we thought they were lovely. She went for a walk around the house, and found that climbing the stairs gave them quite a jiggle that sent shivers up her spine and juices dripping out of her slit. Janet put her decorations on her labia rings, and we all went out to the park for a walk in the fresh air. As we traveled around the path, Rachel and Janet started discussing where we could find a place to give them some relief, as the sensations were making it risky that they would orgasm right on the path among the other walkers and their dogs. We took a little-used side path into the woods, and after a few hundred yards were out of the sight and sound of other people. The women sat on rocks facing each other and spread their knees so that their dangling ornaments were visible to each other and to me. I told them we would have a jilling contest. The first one to orgasm won the right to be the first one to ride my cock that night. They thought this was a fun idea and went at it there in the open air. They jiggled their ornaments, dipped their fingers in their holes, and rubbed their clits. It was very close, but Rachel's younger body reacted faster. She started to spasm, hunching down with tightened abdominal muscles on each internal contraction. She had scarcely started when Janet also gave a moan and came. I was quite turned on, but afraid to do anything about it because it would be much harder for me to hide what I was doing than the women, should anyone come our way. I had to put up with my boner while we finished the walk and the ride home. Once inside, I immediately pulled off my pants and got on top of Rachel, who had won the "contest". I was so hot I didn't last long, and finished squirting into her before she could get fired up again. That was ok with her. "That's one cum apiece for us today" she said. "I hope we can increase the score considerably tonight." "Score?" I asked. "Well, yes, isn't this a team sport?" she replied "You add up the orgasms." Chapter 17 Rachel thought of new ways to play with her piercings. We discovered that we could put a thin straight rod through the holes and the center of the rod would rub on her clit. Sometimes she would take the barbells out and thread a nylon string through the holes. If we really wanted to make the experience intense, we would thread a small bead on the string, put the ends of the string under the hood, out the holes in her hood, and tie the ends loosely where they were accessible, pulling the bead against her clit. We could go out to dinner, and Janet or I would play with the string, tugging gently to massage her clit with the bead under the hood. Rachel got good at having silent orgasms, right in public, with her mouth clenched to keep quiet, although sometimes she got so flushed that people may have suspected that something was going on. Janet was just too noisy to do this, and when we played with strings through her labial holes, she had to stop us and go to the restroom to finish herself, rather than risk a commotion at the table. We made a list of our favorite restaurants, and after a few weeks had checked off a public orgasm for Rachel in each one. Chapter 18 Farewell Rachel stayed for us through her college years, and we enjoyed many threesomes and pairings. During her senior year, however, Rachel found a boyfriend and started spending much of her free time with him. It looked like they might get married after graduation and move back to the city they had both come from. She told us they were thinking about having sex, and asked us if we minded. We told her that we would have a last 3-way sex farewell party with her, and then she should give herself totally to her boyfriend. As much as we enjoyed her company and body, the arrangement could not last forever and she had to move on in her life. We would remain special friends with her, but would have to yield to the natural bonding with her boyfriend and probable future husband. That was some party. We started after lunch on Sunday and did it in every position and combination we had ever used. We had to take naps in mid-afternoon, and when we woke we did our last "riding double" with me screwing Rachel while Janet sat on her face. When we were done, we all kissed and sent Rachel back to sleep alone, crying happy tears. We would not enjoy our dear friend's body again, but frequently went to dinner with her and her fiancé. She confided that she was teaching him a lot of sexual tricks and thanked us for her "education". We really missed her in our bed. But she called yesterday to tell us her little sister is coming to the same college next term and needs a place to stay. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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