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From: Mr Doubleena
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest
Subject: Little Sister Big Sister (FF incest)
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 1995 05:08:57 GMT
Message-ID: <4atk74$i5m@ixnews4.ix.netcom.com>


Little Sister

	Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that
	her 127 pounds are not skinny.  She wears her deep brown hair
short and curly, and dresses for business in tailored pantsuits, with
just a touch of color in her accessories.  Although she appears to be
in her early thirties, she will celebrate her forty-second birthday
this coming November.
	Her body is soft and curvy.  Her waist is small, accenting the
	firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly.  She
has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her
grey-green
eyes.
	She normally separates her business and private life very
	strictly, but then she discovered --
	Michele.  At 26, Michele had worked her way "up the corporate
	ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her own
ability. Barbara discovered her record, and promoted her to Assistant
to the CEO.
	She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst.  She
	produces the most thorough reports of anyone Barbara has worked
with.
	Michele is of average height, but with outstanding looks.  Her
	long blonde straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a
contrast to her large deep blue eyes.  She dresses less severely than
Barbara, going in for earth-colored skirts with pastel blouses.  She
loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on her small, well-formed feet.
	She has large, well-proportioned breasts, which carry well on
	her larger-boned frame.  Though she is self-conscious about it,
they jiggle delightfully when she walks.  Her legs are firm and solid,
but not at all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her
nylon-clad "stems" as she climbs the stairs.  Her hips and ass blossom
forth from her waist in an eye-pleasing way, and she has an
unconscious
wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the
parking lot.
	Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown,
	and her young face already shows signs of "worry lines."  She
is subject to stomach cramps and, somehow, this awakens a protective
urge in Barbara, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to the
younger woman.
	For her own part, Michele thinks the world of Barbara.  She
	wonders at how Barbara always seems to know the right thing to
say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she
were the older sister that she never had.
	Two months ago, Barbara invited Michele to a restaurant for
	dinner after work.  The two women had a few drinks, and began
to lose the edge of their employer-employee relationship, began to
become friends.  They have been out to dinner together several times
since.

After their last dinner and a few drinks, Barbara suggested they go to
her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be
more comfortable.
	Michele agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and
	were greeted by the doorman.
	"Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin," he said, as he pressed the
	elevator button.

	"Hello, Matt." The two women entered the elevator, and shortly
	were in Barbara's large, but not ostentatious, apartment.
Michele looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and said,
"I love your place."
	"Thank you.  Give me your jacket.  Like to look around?" "Yes."
	Michele was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink
	blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra.
	"Well, go ahead," Barbara invited her as she put away Michele's
	jacket and her own.  "Make yourself at home.  What will you
drink?"
	"Um, seven and seven." Barbara crossed the room to a small bar,
	tuned the stereo to soft music, and began making drinks while
Michele looked around.  The older woman brought up two glasses as the
blonde peeked through the open bedroom door.
	"Here y'are. Cheers." "Um.  Good.  Oh, what a big, beautiful
	bed.  Your apartment is wonderful, Barbara."
	"Thanks. I like it.  Come sit on the couch with me and relax.
	You seem nervous.  Can't you forget I'm the boss?  We're
friends."
	"Sure, Barbara."  Michele was not willing to tell Barbara that
	her nearness was the real reason for her nervousness.
	"Tell me some more about yourself, Michele.  Do you have
	brothers or sisters?"
	"No.  My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt
	and uncle raised me.  They had two boys younger than I."
	"That must have been difficult." "Actually, no.  They treated
	me like their own.  There was never any "me against them," or
anything.  They even saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to
business college.  You know, though, I always wanted to have a sister.
How about you, Barbara?  Do you have a sister?"
	"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister
	would be fun, too.  Someone to talk girl-talk to.

"We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk about
the things I wanted to know - mainly about boys, then.  My brothers
weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me."
	The younger woman drained her glass.  "Another?" "Uh, yes,
	thanks." The brunette got up and walked to the bar.  "Barbara?"
	"Yes?" "Let's be sisters." "What a wonderful idea!  We could
	'adopt' each other." "And we could share secrets, and all the
	things we wanted to talk about as kids."
	"We should celebrate.  Say, I'll open some champagne!" They
	giggled over pulling the cork, Barbara holding the bottle
	between her legs, and Michele stroking the neck of the bottle.
	"What a big one you have, and what an odd color!"  Michele
	laughed.  Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch Barbara,
finding the brunette unaccountably attractive.  "What's going on with
me?" she thought.
	Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured.
	They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their
	new "sisterhood".
	"But no favors at work," Michele said after a moment.  "I wanna
	make it on my own."  The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.
	"Why, of course not.  Not even for a real sister.  You should
	know me better."
	They drank in silence for a while.  To herself Michele thought,
	"I was never attracted to another woman before.  Should I tell
her?"
	"I wish I were as beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as
	the brunette refilled the glasses.
	"What?  Silly, you're a very beautiful woman.  The men at the
	office think so, too.  I've watched them look at you.  Erik
likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the file
cabinet."
	"He watches your bottom, too," Michele giggled.  "He's good
	looking, isn't he?" "Umm.  When he walks by and gives me that
	smile I kinda melt.  He's got great buns, doesn't he?"  Michele
was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close friendship making
her feel very comfortable.
	"Oh, yes.  I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes, watching
	his tight little cheeks."
	They sipped some more.  A warm, cozy feeling was creeping up
	Michele's insides.  Her secret attraction to Barbara, and the
talk about Erik, to whom she was also attracted, was taking a toll.
	"You ever wonder what he'd be like?  I mean, er, in bed," she
	blurted.  "Yes, but not enough to do anything about it...
	yet."  They laughed.  They sipped a while in silence.  "Do you
	have a man in your life now, Michele?" She has had several men,
	but has found them generally too rash and insensitive, and
hadn't formed any lasting attachments.  Besides, though she would like
a warm, nurturing relationship and fulfilling sex, she would rather
not
give up her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry.  She
is
convinced that living with someone would present the same problems as
marriage.
	"No, not right now. You?" "Nobody special.  The last guy I went
	with, I thought he was special.  He was one of the few who
didn't mind my being 'Ms. President' and who - well, he was exciting,
but... no good."
	 Barbara is very selective about those she allows to
	 participate in
her private "rites", and is fiercely loyal to her men - until they
prove themselves "unworthy" of her, when she drops them, often on
their
heads.  She is willing to try anything once to see if she likes
it--and
she often does.
	"Barbara?  Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to
	another woman?"
	"Wrong?  No, of course not."

"Would that make her a lesbian?"
	"No, not unless she preferred women to men all the time."
	Barbara replied, "Why?"
	"Oh, er, nothing.  Excuse me.  All this champagne, I need the
bathroom."  She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door.
The
inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the
touch of the paper sent a thrill up her belly.
	"No," she thought, "not here."  But the demanding warmth called
	her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love
button.
	Meanwhile, Barbara sipped more champagne and wondered about
	Michele's question - and wondered at her own attraction to the
voluptuous blonde.  She got up, walked to the bar, and found some
pretzels.  She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the
sofa, and nibbled at them.
	Michele's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices
	flowing, her now-swollen nether lips hungry for contact.  She
spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud growing in its pink
nest.  Her fingers played in the patch of gently curled hair which
barely covered her full woman's lips.  She pressed her thumbs together
above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward.  Her bud stood
out straighter, her delicate inner lips opening.  She moved her thumbs
up and down, and her hot little nubbin moved up and down in its
caressing nest.
	Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins.  She rocked her
	hips forward, sliding to the front edge of the seat.  She
kicked the silky pantyhose and soft, white cotton panties off her legs
and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and
relaxed,
tensed and relaxed.  Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of
flesh, drawing waves of heat from her insides.  She inserted a finger,
then two, and worked them in and out, trying to satisfy her agonizing
need.  Then she began to walk the fingers around inside herself.  She
began to mew softly.  Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the
frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and
warm pulses through her belly.
	"She's been gone a long while," Barbara mused, finishing her
	glass.  "I wonder if she's all right."  She chuckled aloud.
"She's had a lot to drink, I hope she didn't pass out in there."
	Michele's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her
	moans becoming audible.  She flung her knees wide, pressing a
third finger into play. She pulled at her inner softness, her other
hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her
erect button.  Shocking heat speared through her.  Her ass bounced on
the toilet rim.
	"I better see if she's okay."  Barbara got up and walked to the
	closed bathroom door, and listened a moment.  She heard a soft
moan from within.
	"Michele?" No answer.  Michele's mouth was open in a grimace,
	her head tossing from side to side, her three fingers buried to
the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast.
	Now Barbara really was worried.  She hesitated a moment, then
	opened the door.
	"Oh!  Excuse...  Oh."  Embarrased at having barged in, but
	fascinated by the scene she was witnessing, Barbara stood a
moment in the doorway.  Her face flushing crimson, Michele returned to
sensibility, and began to cover herself.
	"Oh, sweet little sister, please, please, don't stop.  Wouldn't
	you like to finish what you started."
	Michele's hands didn't want to leave their work, and after a
	moment resumed their rubbing.  Barbara watched entranced, her
own fires warming.  She softly entered the room, and sat on the edge
of
the tub next to Michele.
	"Oh yes.  Oh, is that good?  Mmm."  Her hand went to Michele's
	face, pushing back a strand of hair.
	Michele had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy
	lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling
at the hot flesh of the front wall of her canal.
	The older woman leaned forward a bit, until her lips just
	brushed those of her newly-adopted sister.  Her tongue darted
out, teasing Michele's soft, red, also darting tongue.
	Barbara found the buttons up the back of Michele's sheer
	blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the
blouse gently from the blonde's shoulders as she broke away.  Her
hands
went to the front clasp of Michele's sheer bra and undid it quickly.
The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from the blonde's
shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held.
Michele's
full breasts were capped with pink silver-dollar-sized areolas,
surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard with her
excitement.  Barbara's hands went to the twin globes and stroked them,
rolling the nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers.
	"Look how your nipples pucker.  I can't resist tasting them."
	She bent and darted her tongue over them.
	Michele's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.  The
	brunette leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard
	tip of Michele's nipple, while her right hand joined Michele's
own.  At first exploring, then massaging Michele's erect love bud.
She
pressed and pulled at the swollen clitoris, intently watching the
emotions on Michele's face.
	"Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!" "Come, little sister.  Oh, yes, come
	for me.  You look so lovely!" Michele reached the heights.  She
	tottered a moment, delightfully pausing at the brink of the
precipice, then plunged headlong.  Lightnings went off in her body,
her
muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass bumped on the seat.  Her
head
was thrown back, her mouth open.  The tight muscles forced her and
Barbara's fingers half out of her body.
	"OOOOOOOOHHH." Skillfully playing the rhythm of Michele's
	spasms, Barbara carefully massaged the clit, extending the
awesome throes of Michele's pleasure.
	Slowly, Michele's aftershocks eased, and she eased into a warm,
	fuzzy glow.  Barbara was enthralled, watching the younger
woman.  Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue panties were
drenched.
	"Kiss me again," Michele murmered.  Eagerly, Barbara did, and
	found a warm, wet, tongue licking the corners of her mouth.
The blonde's hands went out to Barbara's body.
	Suddenly, she broke away.  "Barbara, I'm scared and
	I'membarassed.  I... I've never... er, ..."
	The brunette replied, "Neither have I, sweet little sister.
	I've never even considered it before.  Relax.  We're sisters,
remember?"
	This was not true, since Barbara had pleasured and been
	pleasured by a number of her close female friends over the
years.  She said it to reassure Michele that what they were doing was
special between them.
	"You always seem to know things," Michele remarked, nodding.
	"Come on, let's not stay in here." They wandered back out into
	the hallway, Michele clad only in her skirt and half-slip,
clutching her discarded blouse and undies.  They returned to the
living
room, and sat back down on the sofa.  Michele's bounteous breasts were
still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.
	Michele took a big gulp of champagne.  Barbara smiled at her.
	"I'm hot, too, now," she said softly.  She picked up her
champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the
crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the
full-chested blonde.
	Michele watched wide-eyed as the brunette began to rub herself
	gently through the cloth.  She drank some more champagne, and
watched in silence.  Her curiosity was aroused, as well as her inner
fires, which were rekindled at the sight.
	Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Barbara's
	blouse.  "I'll bet your breasts are beautiful."
	"They're kinda small, not like yours." The blonde stopped
	unbuttoning at her words.  "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she
thought.
	"Go ahead.  Please.  I do want you to touch me," the brunette
whispered.
	Michele gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled
	the tails from under Barbara's belt, drawing the blouse open,
unveiling the treasures beneath.  Barbara was wearing a shimmering
light blue, lightly padded bra.  Michele reached behind Barbara,
unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down.  Though not
large, Barbara's breasts were well shaped and full, firm, high, and
crowned with quarter-sized areolas which stood firmly, almost like a
breast on a breast.
	"Oh! They ARE beautiful." On sudden impulse, Michele leaned
	forward and kissed the hardening brown tips.  Barbara's nipples
were highly sensitive and erectile.  She sometimes "got off" just from
playing with her breasts, or allowing others to do so.  The sensation
of Michele's kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions
in her belly.
	Barbara removed her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the
attention, humming softly in her throat.  Michele broke off to kiss
her
again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue
between the brunette's lips.
	Michele's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts,
	cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew
puffy and full.  She kissed her way down Barbara's neck and fastened
her mouth around the nipple and areola, swirling the flat of her
tongue
over the ripening plums.
	Barbara's moaning grew.  "Come, little sister."  She said,
	breathlessly.  Getting up, she took Michele's hand, and led her
to the bedroom.  She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to
remove the rest of her clothing.  Under the severe business suit, she
had worn a shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky
Vanity Fair panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her
hair and milk-white skin.
	In fact, sometimes Barbara would go without underwear, except
	for a garter belt and stockings, delighting in the delicate
sensuous feeling, and in the secret "naughtiness" of it.
	When Barbara had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her garter
	belt and removed her clinging, damp panties, Michele saw that
her "bush" was full, a tangle slightly more red than the hair on her
head- -it made a lovely picture: the pale flesh, the auburn public
hair
and the full, sensuous navel.
	Barbara's legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a
	pair of globes that were a delight to behold.  As she bent to
remove her stockings, the blonde briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose
altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly veil.
	Michele giggled slightly and removed her skirt and half slip.
	In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and
very naked women standing by the bed.
	Barbara laughed. "We forget to bring the wine!" "I'll get it,"
	Michele laughed.  Barbara watched her go.  She really did have
	a nice derriere.  "Don't forget the glasses," she called out.
	Barbara turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Michele
returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and
patting
the space next to her.  Michele giggled again, put the bottle and
glasses on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her.  She put
her arms around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just
brushing
the tips of the brunette's smaller ones.
	Barbara began to stroke Michele's back, running her hands up
	and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her
feminine finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying
rush of excitement.  She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and
squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks.
	Michele flicked Barbara's jutting nipples with her tongue,
	lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her
mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.
	Barbara began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on
	the covers.  Michele flicked the tip of her tongue over the now
full nipples, and the brunette began to shiver.
	Barbara cupped her hands over Michele's breasts as they hung
	down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm
flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers.
	"That feels so good, Barbara," Michele murmered.  Her hand
	strayed down Barbara's belly.  "You're so pretty.  I love your
pubic hair.  See how it curls."
	She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning
	Barbara's belly.  She pulled gently at the auburn curls,
stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered.  Then,
slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the
valley between.
	The brunette put her arms around the blonde and pulled her onto
	her body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's
fuller ones.  She pressed her hot wet flesh hard against Michele's
thigh and rotated her hips slowly.
	Michele squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs
	under, the other over, Barbara's.  Then she pressed forward,
until her warm woman's lips were kissing the brunettes.
	She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers, running
	them up over her breasts, down over her hips.
	She manoeuvered herself until her again-erect bud was pressing
	hotly against Barbara's. She ground her hips forward, the heat
rising once more.  She pushed her index finger down so that it
simultaneously touched both their clits, then pumped it up and down.
	Barbara lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the
	pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the
blonde's.  The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right
angle,
pressing, moving.  Their wet warmths bumped and ground together,
kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their
hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples.
The
auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought release,
their two erect love-buds straining against each others'.
	Michele dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to
	the pinnacle, "Am I doing this?  Or am I dreaming?"
	Barbara was beyond thought, her quicker responses having
	already brought her near the edge of orgasm.  She began to
quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and
moans.
	"Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM." Barbara had begun to cum.  Her
	stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her
skin, her brown areolas and nipples looked ready to burst.
	"mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" In the next moment, Michele, too,
	went over, plunging into the lightnings once more.  Her vagina
clamped and released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever more
fiercely against her slender partner's neither lips.
	"OHH... UNG...AHH." Michele collapsed over the brunette's
	body.  They twined their arms and legs about each other,
squirming in their aftershocks.
	"Ohh.  Nice," Barbara breathed.  She rolled over, refilled the
	glasses, handed one to Michele, and sipped.
	Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer, moved
	aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator.
	"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Michele?" Michele was
	embarrased at the sight of Barbara's "toy."  When she felt the
urge at home, she had learned to "help herself" with fingers or a
pillow--but never with something so blatenty sexual.
	Michele blushed, and murmered,"no." Barbara walked back to the
	bed, carrying the instrument.  She bent down beside the bed to
plug the vibrator in the wall.  She drank more champagne, then lay
back
on the pillows.  She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at
her still-moist lips, then stopped.
	"Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the instrument to
	Michele.  Michele hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at
	Barbara's open, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink
portals open.
	She gulped down the rest of the contents of her glass, then
	crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette's
knees.
	She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley
	and rubbed it slowly up and down.  Barbara reached down and
pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly.  Michele
prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of
the instrument, twisting and turning slowly.  She found the control
knob on its end, and turned it a little.
	A low-pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers.  She
prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Barbara's ample
juices.  Barbara moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound.
Michele watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm
pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls.  She pushed,
then
pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself
with her own fingers.
	With each entry Barbara's moans grew deeper.  When half the
	length of the vibrator had disappeared, Michele turned the
control up a bit more.  The hum rose, the instrument pulsing in her
hand.
	"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..." Michele pulled it slowly
	out, then pushed it back in.  It slid more easily as Barbara's
moisture wet the shaft. Michele was warming to her task, and began to
pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.
	Although she was unconscious of it, Michele's free hand wrapped
	itself around her left breast, squeezing it, pulling at the
nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.
	Barbara was grasping her own breasts.  She spread her fingers,
	and rotating her wrists, rolled her erect nipples.
	Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew together on
	the out stroke.  Her head rocked back and forth.
	"Ahhg!  Yes!  Ohh!  Innn!  Ohh.  Harder!" Michele pumped.  She
	pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of
Barbara's insides.  She watched enthralled as the brunette began to
buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her
knees shaking.
	Michele's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.  She
	watched the brunette's pink flesh as it drew back and forth
	with the instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she
pressed it in.
	"Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!" Barbara bucked up, her body
contacting the bed only with her feet and shoulders.  Her skin
flushed,
her nipples expanding.
	Michele turned the control up all the way.  The instrument
	buzzed, it seemed almost to draw into Barbara's body of
itself.  Barbara pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself
even more deeply than Michele had dared.
	"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!" Michele rotated the end of the vibrator,
	twisting it in the brunette's body, stirring the flesh.  She
stirred her own flesh with her fingers.
	"mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" Again the rising moaning cry burst from
	Barbara's throat.  Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled
onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body.  She drew her
knees
up to her chest and shook.
	Michele had released her hold on the vibrator when Barbara
	dropped, but now reached out and took it once more.  The butt
end was slippery with the overflow of Barbara's hot honey.  Her round
ass-cheeks glistened with it.
	Michele pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick
	strokes.  Barbara's whole body shook with each stroke.  Her
	arms clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a
grimace.
	"Nn... NNg... Gggk..." Inarticulate throat noises escaped her
	lips.  Finally, the spasms began to ease.  She rolled onto her
	back, her legs straightened.
	Michele turned the control off and began to withdraw the
	vibrator.  "Ahh!  Wait!  Slowly." More gently, she eased the
	monster from its soft casing.  "Gee, I never come like that,"
	she thought.  Barbara lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed.
	Michele looked at the instument, slick with the other woman's
	honey.  She lay down next to Barbara, spread her legs and
pressed it to her tunnel.
	How big it felt!  Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it
	entered easily.  She pressed it in another inch, then reached
up and turned it on.  Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied
her, watching the other woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the
vibrator was completing the work.
	She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could,
	and took the device in both hands and pushed.
	"Ohh.  Yes, it's good.  Ohh." Barbara awoke from her drowse at
	the sounds.  "Oh, little sister, let me." Barbara took both the
	big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.  "Here.  Lie over
	these," she instructed.  Michele rolled over onto the pillows,
	her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.
	"Now relax, little sister." Barbara parted Michele's lips with
	one hand and guided the instrument into her love channel with
the other.  She snaked it around in Michele's body.  When a good part
of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.
	"Mmmm," Michele mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed
	within her.
	Barbara worked more and more of the device into Michele,
	twisting and turning it as she did.  With her free hand she
began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Michele's
wiggling derriere.
	"Ohh.  Umm." Barbara advanced the control another notch.
	"Oooh...  Ung.." The brunette pumped the vibrating device in
	and out of Michele's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that,
stimulating every nerve.  She watched how Michele's flesh clung to the
huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she
forced it back into the depths.  She watched as the little ring of her
rearmost opening pooched in and out.
	Sensing the blonde was at the edge, Barbara turned the machine
	on full and pressed it in, working it around.  She massaged the
soft purple pucker of Michele's other opening with a wet fingertip.
	"Arrrg...  Ohhh...  NNNNNG!" Michele's cheeks waved back and
	forth, the muscles rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure
mounted to climax.  Michele came.  And came.
	Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening,
	flashes of heat coursing her spine.
	She clamped hard on the vibrator, as it hummed within her.  She
thought she would pass out, but still Barbara insistantly stirred the
machine in her body, while stroking her anus.
	At last Michelle slumped with exhaustion, and the device turned
	off.  Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief
and loss at its going.
	"Oh, Barbara.  That was... beautiful!  But, oh, I'm so sleepy!"
	"Me too, little sister.  Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep
	well." "Good.  Thanks.  Hold me?" They kissed and fell asleep
	in each other's arms.
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