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This is an explicit tale of sex between consenting adults. Not for
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consumption by minors or those who don't like such stuff.
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This is almost certainly a work of fiction.
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TRYOUT
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-- by Friar Dave
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PART FOUR
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The snow hadn't started yet, but the Weather Princess on the
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Weather Channel had promised it. Given the temperature and the feel of
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the night, Connie suspected the promise was going to be well-fulfilled
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by morning.
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She was hoping other promises would be equally fulfilled.
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Connie sat at one of the coveted window tables in the Cornelia
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Street Cafe. From time to time, Famous People walked by. One had even
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entered and was sipping a decaffeinated espresso at another table while
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other patrons pretended not to look at her. Connie had no inhibitions
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about staring till she was sure. After that, she was more interested in
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watching the street, for Kimberly.
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As she thought about what she planned, she rubbed her tightly jean-
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clad thighs together. Just the memory of Kim's lush body, all naked and
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writhing --
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The tapping on the window startled her out of her reverie. Kim
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grinned and waved at her. She was wearing what looked to be a fake-fur
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coat and her legs were stockinged...her fabulous legs. Connie had paid
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her tab earlier, so she'd be ready. She scurried outside and they
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hugged.
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"Sorry to be late!"
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"Eight minutes? No problem." They hugged again. Even through Kim's
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fake fur and Connie's heavy woolen coat, Connie could feel the press of
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Kim's large breasts, and she thought again of those amazing, huge
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nipples and --
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She caught herself and pulled back from the memory before she
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stared oozing right here in the middle of Greenwich Village.
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"Well, I like to come on time."
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"And often."
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"I can't believe we just said those things."
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"You'll be pun-ished for it," Connie assured her.
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"There's a woman inside staring at us."
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Connie turned. "Don't mind her. She's staring at you."
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"That looks like -- "
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"It is. Let's go get some nasties!" She slipped her arm through
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Kim's and they walked up Cornelia, bumping hips even more often than was
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necessary because of the disparity of their strides.
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They were delayed a bit at the corner. Traffic on West Fourth
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Street was frantic, desperate drivers taking stupid chances on the
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slippery pavement in order to flee all the more quickly the growing
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snowfall in the city. When the traffic had finally stopped -- thirty
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seconds after the light turned red -- the pair hurried across to the
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pink-painted bricks of the building housing the Pink Pussycat.
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Connie sensed the hesitation in Kim.
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"Feel like everyone is watching you?"
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"Sort of."
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"They are -- because they want you. But none of them know you, so
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-- un-fuck 'em!"
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Kim giggled and let herself be led down the short flight of steps
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into the sex-toy emporium.
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Connie closed the door behind them as Kim surveyed the store from
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the inside. She'd passed it often enough, but had never worked up the
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nerve to enter. She looked to her right. Next to the entrance was a big,
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locked display case filled with dildoes, in more variety and flavors
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than she'd ever imagined possible.
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Her jaw dropped and gaped at little bitty three-inch dildoes shaped
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like dog dicks or fingers; double-ended dildoes and dildoes shaped like
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a U, with a head on each leg of the U; dildoes shaped like nothing in
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nature; dildoes shaped like fists or upthrust hands -- some
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frighteningly close to life-sized, and cock-shaped dildoes.
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The last group came in sizes ranging from normal to interesting to
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tempting to intriguing to gigantic to Run Away - It's Heading Toward Us!
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She turned to make a remark to Connie -- and found herself alone!
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Kim frantically scanned the few customers at the counters and spotted
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her diminutive teacher-cum-lover. She hurried.
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Connie was examining the vibrators under the glass of the counter
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when Kim clutched her arm.
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"Don't leave me alone like that!" Kim hissed.
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"Sorry -- look at that one!"
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"Huh?"
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Connie tapped the glass with one perfectly manicured finger. Kim
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stared. It looked like a standard kit -- a hand-held vibrator with
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various attachments. But when she looked closer, she realized two of the
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attachments were not the usual.
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One looked like a miniature feather duster, with about two inches
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of fragile-looking fronds protruding. The other unusual attachment was
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an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved
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sharply up at the business end and was capped by knob that look about an
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inch-and-a-half thick.
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"Can I show you anything?"
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The young woman was a punker, dressed completely in black and with
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the de rigeur spiked hair. She also had an un-punk face that was lovely,
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large gray eyes and the loveliest complexion either of the women had
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ever seen.
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Connie noted a ripe young body within the black sweater and pants.
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"This one," she said, tapping the glass. As the clerk took it out,
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Connie added, "I'd like to hear it. I hate the sound these things make."
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The clerk stood and put the display box on the glass. "I know," she
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agreed, opening the box and handing the machine to Connie. "Beastly
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racket. Really ruins the mood. Let me plug it in for you." She bent at
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the waist, then straightened and grinned. "Give it a buzz."
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Kim giggled as Connie switched it on. The sound was barely audible.
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Connie smiled.
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"It's become very popular," the clerk explained. "It's well-made
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and produces very little noise...itself, if you know what I mean." She'd
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added the last to Kim, who promptly blushed, then relaxed and giggled
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again.
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"Even with the attachments in place -- " The clerk popped the
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standard rounded hard-plastic cap on the vibrating metal rod. "Touch it
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to the glass."
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The sound was less than either customer expected. Connie put it
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against her palm and pressed. No rattling within the machine, either.
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"It's $89.95," the clerk said, "but the price will probably come
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down in a few months -- "
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"I'll take this," Connie announced.
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A third customer wandered over. "Is it noisy?" asked a cultured,
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utterly feminine voice. The clerk and her original two customers looked
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at her.
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The woman exuded sensuality. Tall for a Japanese woman, with thick
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black hair that cascaded to the shoulders of her well-tailored coat, she
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had a beautiful face, soft, full lips and a somehow innocent curiosity
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in her large, dark eyes that couldn't cancel the effect of her ripe
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body. When she realized all three were looking at here, she hastily
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apologized: "I am so sorry to intrude." To the clerk: "When you have a
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moment, please?"
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"No intrusion," Connie said quickly. "Here, see for yourself!" She
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put the machine in the woman's gloved hand. The Japanese woman switched
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the machine on and her eyes widened at the low volume of noise. Holding
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the vibrating knob against her hand, she looked at the box and the other
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implements.
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"May I?"
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"Please," Connie said, stepping back. The woman turned off the
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machine and replaced the knob with the feather duster. When she flipped
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the switch this time, she held the little fronds against her cheek and
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her eyes half-closed.
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"I'll take it!" she said quickly, flipping off the machine.
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"I'll be with you in a moment," the clerk said. "Will there be
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anything else?" she asked Connie and Kim.
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"Go ahead and ring her up," Connie said. "We're not done yet."
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"I think someone is planning a party," the clerk whispered and
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smiled as she motioned to the elegant Japanese woman.
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As Connie led Kim back toward the front of the store -- and the
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dildoes -- Kim whispered, "More? Are you kidding? Half of that kit will
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wipe out my playtime budget -- "
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"That's for me," Connie said. "So are two of the next four things I
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plan to buy."
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The clerk was at their side a moment later. "Guess she's planning a
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party, too." She nodded toward the Japanese woman, who was examining a
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collection of oils and lubricants. "Found anything you like?"
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Connie pointed. "That one -- " A U-shaped dildo crowned with a pair
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of only slightly-larger-than-lifesize knobs. "-- that one -- " A funny
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little thing that Kim only slowly recognized as a butt-plug. " -- and
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that one."
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"This one?" The clerk was reaching into the case and indicating a
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twelve-inch double-ended dildo.
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"No -- *that* one."
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Kim again gaped. Connie was buying what looked like a twenty-inch
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long double-header...and the clerk could barely close her fingers about
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its girth.
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"And a pair of Joni's Butterflys," Connie said.
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As the clerk went behind the counter to finish gathering and start
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totaling the purchases, Kim whispered urgently, "Did you see the size of
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that thing? I hope you don't think I -- "
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Connie turned Kim face to hers and kissed her, full and heavy, on
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the mouth -- silencing her.
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"Trust me."
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"But -- which two am I paying for?"
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"The butt plug and a Joni's Butterfly. We'll put it all on my Amex;
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double-warranty that way." Connie snickered as she imagined herself
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calling American Express: "Yes, the FuckForever vibrating kit I bought
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was guaranteed for a year of trouble-free use and just eight months
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later, the damned thing burned out."
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At the register, the clerk finished adding up the damage: "That'll
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be...$245.92. Cash or charge?" Connie passed her that Little Green Card.
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As she wrote up the charge slip, the clerk said, "Oh, since you bought
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more than two hundred worth, you have a choice of twelve free batteries
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or a tube of our special fruit-scented orgy lube."
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The Japanese woman had wandered close. "Excuse me. Take the
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batteries. The lubricant smells awful and tastes worse."
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They looked at the clerk. "Tastes like shit," she agreed. "Dogs run
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screaming when they smell it."
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Connie signed her invoice while asking, "Do you come here often?"
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"Until a year ago, never. But since my gentleman friend left me...
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almost every month."
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Connie passed back the slip and gave the Japanese woman a long
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look. "Did he go blind or stupid?"
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The woman smiled charmingly. "He could not remain sanguine in the
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face of my sapphic infidelities."
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Connie blinked and then it registered. "Ahhh, well, I'm very sorry.
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I'm Connie and I am pleased to have met you..."
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"Emily." She shook Connie's hand, then turned to Kim.
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"This is Kim."
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"A delight." She held Kim's hand a moment longer than necessary.
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"Perhaps we will meet again, here."
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"That'd be nice," Kim stammered. Connie accepted their bagged
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purchase from the clerk and they left.
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Outside, in the now-blowing snow, Connie said, "I think she'd like
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to join us."
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"I -- I think I might have liked that, too -- but not tonight. Not
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now." She took a deep breath. exhaling billows of steam in the chill
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night. "Well, I'm parked in the garage up Sixth." She led Connie, for
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change. As they waited to cross Sixth Avenue, Kim finally said, "Would
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you be mad if I said I wish we could've gotten her name?"
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"Furious." Connie held a piece of white tag board in front of Kim's
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face. It was a business card. Emily's name, address and office and home
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phone numbers were on it. "She slipped it in my pocket while she was
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giving you goosebumps."
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"She's an lawyer?"
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"So we have to call her. Didn't your mother always want to see you
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get involved with a doctor or lawyer? Light's changed." Connie strode
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out onto Sixth Avenue, leaving a stunned Kimberly rooted in drifting
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snow behind her. Kim barely caught up before the light changed. She
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scooped snow from the nearest car -- which was parked at a fire hydrant
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-- and delivered said snow to the back of Connie's neck. They shrieked
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and giggled and raced to the garage.
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* * *
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"Let's see, this goes here -- I think..."
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Kim watched as Connie tried to decipher the straps for the Joni's
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Butterfly. It was an absurdly flesh-colored triangle of latex, with
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raised nubbins on the little vertical ridge meant to fit into the labia.
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It was held in place by elastic red-and-black straps that some fool had
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probably thought were sexy. One strap went around each thigh at garter
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height, the other went around the waist.
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"I think that's it." Connie lifted the small, black plastic control
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set. "Feels funny." She popped open the case and inserted a pair of
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double-A batteries. She snapped the case shut and thumbed the slide
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switch slightly, until a low buzz was audible -- and visible.
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"Oooooooh, jeeeeez..." Connie sat, abruptly, on the bed, her eyes
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out of focus and her nipples hard. Except for the Butterfly, she was as
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naked as Kim, a state they had reached, with much giggling and caressing
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and surprising speed, very shortly after closing the door behind them.
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Now she was starting to moan as an orgasm gathered in Connie's flat
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belly. She saw Kim's huge, broad nipples hardening, till it looked as if
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the entire ends of her large, firm breasts were covered with some sort
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of enormous swellings. Connie's hips were moving almost against her will
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as Kim reached over and took the little black control box from Connie's
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lax fingers.
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"What -- " Connie started to ask, and then Kim thumbed the control
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up higher. The buzzing sound grew louder.
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So did Connie.
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"AUUUGGGHHH!" She dropped both hands over the latex and crammed it
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against her cunt as she fell back, writhing, on the bed, her legs bent
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over the edge and her belly rippling as the orgasm tore through her. Kim
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leaned over and lightly tongued Connie's ferociously swollen left
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nipple, then the right one. and finally lowered the rheostat control to
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its lightest setting -- without turning it off.
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"You gotta try this," Connie gasped when her orgasms had subsided
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sufficiently to allow speech.
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Kim nodded and dropped the control box to the bed beside her still
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spasming lover. She stood, young, voluptuous and burning with lust, and
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began fixing her Butterfly in place. Connie simultaneously loaded a pair
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of double-A batteries into the control box for Kim's device. Connie's
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hands were trembling.
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As soon as Kim had snapped the last garter into place, Connie
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thumbed the slide control and watched Kim's face go slack with pleasure.
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She reached up to her and guided Kim down onto her while Kim groped for
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and found the control for Connie's Butterfly.
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They pushed the controls up at the same time as they kissed.
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Instantly, each locked the other in a rib-bruising embrace as the little
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latex nubbins began vibrating on their engorged clits and sopping
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pussies, sending both into paroxysms of pleasure.
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As they writhed together, Kim gradually used her greater size and
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strength to spread Connie's arms and legs on the bed beneath her. Her
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tits hung right over Connie's face, a happy situation of which Connie
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quickly took full advantage. She mouthed Kim's gorgeous nipples, trying
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and failing to get a liplock on them, then lightly clamping her teeth on
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the turgid, over-sized teats. She worried one, then the other, then
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rapidly turned her head from side to side, the faster to work her young
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lover high and farther into orgasm.
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Kim simultaneously ground her pelvis down at Connie till their
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Butterflys were pressed against each other. Kim used her shins to hold
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Connie's ankles against the bed and fucked at her hungrily, grinding
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Connie's -- and her own -- Butterflys into their cunts and clits.
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"C'mon, you slut!" Kim hissed. "Cum for me! Cum!"
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The words suddenly pushed Connie over the edge. She arched up at
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the larger woman, her cunt contracting hungrily and the dual vibrators
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hummed and buzzed her into a mammoth orgasm.
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Feeling Connie's explosion triggered Kim's. She arched her head
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back and wailed, loud and long, grinding down with her buzzing cunt
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against Connie's shaking crotch. Kim shuddered violently and fell off
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Connie, rolling onto the bed. She was still twitching and shivering when
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Connie found and lowered the controls on both their vibrator.
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Connie recovered first. She stood on unsteady knees and wobbled to
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the bag containing their other purchases. She bounced off the door jamb
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on her way out of the bedroom.
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Kim gradually came down from her sex-stoned high. She had wanted
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Connie so desperately that she would have had a series of huge orgasms
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in any event; the devices had merely triggered the explosions. Yet, for
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all her cumming, she still craved Connie -- and more!
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Slowly, Kim became aware of the sound of running water. Shower? No,
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it was the kitchen. She tried to call out a question to Connie, but
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found her throat wasn't working quite right at the moment.
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Then the water stopped and a few seconds later, Connie returned --
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carrying the butt plug, the U-shaped dildo with the knobs and the
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enormous, 20-inch long double-dong.
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"I'd forgotten how much it turns me on to the pushed around a
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little in bed -- and how juicy I get when my lover talks dirty!" She
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dropped the toys on the bed beside Kim. "Now, get your K-Y out, honey,
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because I'm really feeling slutty, now!"
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[more]
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Originally uploaded 4/20/91 to NixPix Windy City 708 564 1754, the only
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place where the rest of it will be uploaded by the author. Re-upload
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so I address this to the one percent.
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Thanks, in advance.
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-- F.D.
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