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"But Dave, your finger works fine. You have enough feeling in it to
please any woman," claimed Mary. "Believe me, we appreciate the real thing.
So, why try something artificial, something plastic?"
Dave smoldered. He had planned this out, and he didn't want to have to
justify it. "Look, this is important to me. I don't trust all the
'everything is going to be allright' stuff - that's what's they said when I
took my hand in originally, then they sewed it up wrong. I don't need to
say that having to have it recut and nerves retied and losing some feeling
in my fingers has been a pain."
"Yes, I know," said Mary, "I'm your therapist, remember? We've been working
on it for weeks, but it's my job to know what has to be done and what
doesn't have to be done. You just don't need anything more than you've got
to please a woman - except a better attitude!"
"Bitch," thought Dave, who said "I'm sure you're right, but part of
improving my attitude is my being sure that things are going to go right.
Anyway, there's no need for you to be involved at all. I've already done
the inventing - I just want to try it out."
"So you're going to a bar to pick up some woman you don't even know?" asked
Mary. "Sounds like a recipe for disaster to me, and I'm not about to have
your progress set back."
Impasse.
"Actually," smiled Dave, "I thought I'd try a coffee house. There's one
near the campus."
The mention of the campus reminded Mary of her younger sister, Joan. "Dave,
you don't really need to have sex to try this out, right?"
"Well, no," mused Dave, "but it helps to practice the way you plan to
play." Bashful grin.
"I'm thinking that you could give my sister a back rub or something.
That'll be all you need to tell whether it works. You could use our
apartment - I'd be right there to help with any problems."
"That'll suck," thought Dave. "Well, I don't think that's quite the same..."
Mary sensed the drawback. "You have some fantasy about this, don't you?
Some vision of perfect sex."
Dave was defensive. "I just hope things work out." He saw his excuse. "They
certainly aren't going to work out with your sister, especially with you in
the room!"
Mary was hurt. "My little sister is a lovely young woman, as you know. I
wouldn't interfere at all. I won't say a word unless you ask. Promise."
Actually, Dave was now getting a little worried that his fantasy about the
pick-up was a little far-fetched. Maybe Joan was a better idea. She had
looked lovely and friendly when she'd dropped by during therapy one day. A
back rub would do fine. "Okay," he said.
"Good," replied Mary, "let me give Joan a call to let her know we're
coming. Then I'll close up here."
While he waited for Mary, Dave wondered whether his daydream was as
unrealistic as it seemed when talking to Mary. He had designed the finger
as a pleasure tool. It first gave a cool sense to the skin, then a tingle,
then a feeling of a slow scratch. After that, the pressure started, easing
with warmth, as it went penetratingly deep. Finally, the waves rippled
through muscles and later the skin. Back to the start. Dave knew it worked
because he'd tried it on his arm. But were women different? Less muscle,
thicker fat layer - would it work right? If it did, no woman would ever
again drop him like Denise had after his accident.
Mary got them into the car and onto the Interstate. Why did men think they
should use machines? As if women were toys with buttons you pushed. The
last few years, the guys she'd dated just - if they wanted anything besides
getting their rocks off - tried some technique they were sure would work.
Every one left her cold. Why couldn't they be human, like women? Mary
thought of the one time she'd come, in high school with Betty - well,
actually, after Betty had gone back to sleep. Connected, natural.
As she thought that word, Mary nervously turned her mind to something else.
Joan. A lovely thing. Her baby sister. Mary tried to protect her. It had
been Mary whose behind got pinched purple as a coffee shop waitress while
she took classes at a commercial college, earning her degree as a
therapist. Now Joan, with her looks and brains, could do it right, going to
college while staying with Mary.
Joan thought about the call from Mary. A guy coming home with her. Joan
tried to remember him - Mary said they'd met - but she couldn't. At this
point, just about any guy was a novelty. School and her work study job
didn't leave much time, and living with Mary didn't leave many
opportunities to meet guys. She owed Mary so much, yet she wished they
would go out more, with a younger, college-age crowd. Anyway, Mary said
Dave was in his early twenties.
"Joan, this is Dave," said Mary, "Dave, Joan. As I said on the phone, we
want to do some therapy here and we need your help Joan." Mary giggled. "We
need your back for a back rub."
Joan was startled. "You want to give me a back rub, Mary?"
"No," said Dave, "Not Mary. I want to give you a back rub. Where's a good
place to lay down here?"
"Well, my bedroom, I suppose," answered Joan, with a glance at Mary, who
nodded. "Excuse the mess," she said, glad that she'd cleaned up some before
they'd arrived. Dave looked okay, nice, like he knew what he was doing.
"Okay, Joan, can you remove your blouse and lay down?" Dave nodded toward
the bed. Joan checked with her big sister, then, with some embarrassment,
took off her blouse and laid down on her stomach.
Dave sat next to her and unhooked her bra. "It's okay," said Mary. Dave
glared at Mary and put his finger to his lips. She'd forgotten to keep
quiet already!
Joan relaxed. Mary was chaperoning. She could use a back rub. In fact, she
was curious. She'd never had a back rub from a guy. After Mary left home,
her parents kept Joan on a very short leash. Dates were few, sex
non-existent, except for a few tentative finger sessions.
Dave put on the finger. He started out at her neck, pressing in lightly at
the bone, letting up, then moving down an inch and pressing again. Just
imagining the effect was getting him hard.
With the first push Joan let out a little moan. It was so nice to be
touched. She and Mary never touched. When the tingle began Joan was
surprised. Whatever this therapy was, it certainly worked! As the warmth
settled through her neck, Joan softened, then the waves brought her up
tighter, ready when the finger moved down and the cycle started again. Joan
luxuriated in the sensation. This was like a billion-dollar massage.
"Oaoum," she said as Dave's finger went on to a new spot. Now she could
anticipate what it would feel like. And it did. Soon she was eager for the
next sensation to begin, for the feelings to run together. But Dave's
finger kept on down her back at a steady pace, stately, almost teasingly
so.
Dave was elated inside. He could feel Joan's responsiveness. He was making
her moan. Her back moved almost as if begging for his finger, He gave each
measure its due, not rushing it. He could bring her off, he'd bet. "She's
wet, I'm sure," he thought to himself. "Wait until I go lower."
Mary watched, getting tense. At the edge of her consciousness, she knew her
breasts were feeling heavy. She wanted to interfere, to stop it, but she'd
promised Dave to stay out. Who would have thought that a back rub would be
so sensual? Joan was almost wanton the way she enjoyed it.
As the finger moved slowly down to the base of her back, setting off riots
of sensation at each spot it touched, Joan began to drift, lost in her
senses. there was nothing but her back, loved into openness like a flower
called to the sunlight. She arched backwards toward the finger, but it
withdrew. She had to have more, faster. Each spot developed, a frontier of
tingles and waves and warm, and nerves from the old spots sent down
messages of joy and connection.

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Dave dropped his finger lower, under the shorts, onto Joan's buttock, and
pushed in. Would it work as well on fat? Yes, judging by Joan's reaction, a
slow wriggling of her behind. He went down another inch, touching the top
of her crack. Joan moaned. Another inch, teasing then pressing into the top
of the crack. Joan arched up again and Dave withdrew his finger. She arched
further, and Dave dropped down another inch and pushed, just above the
anus. He could smell Joan's arousal.
Mary was stunned. Her sister was lewdly seeking the finger. She saw Joan
unzip her shorts and push the shorts and panties down, wriggling and
moaning and humping. With one hand, Dave took her penis out of his pants.
Mary bit her lip and involuntarily rubbed her crotch. When she became
aware of what she was doing, Mary let out a squeak. She had to stop this!
She rushed over to Dave, uncertain what to do. Without thinking, she
plunged her mouth over Dave's cock and began bobbing her head and licking.
Dave wanted to stop Mary but couldn't. He was so excited from bringing Joan
to a frenzy that he couldn't resist the mouth on his dick, especially when
Mary tweaked his nipple with her fingers. Dave quickly blew his wad into
Mary's mouth.
"Don't stop! Please!" cried Joan as Dave relaxed, his finger falling away
from her bottom. "Don't leave me hung up."
Mary looked over and saw Joan's pussy, lips pulling in and pushing out. She
groaned and plunged her face in. Biting. Licking. Lipping. Drilling in.
Circling with her tongue. All her fantasies.
Joan bucked and clamped her thighs around Mary's head. Mary's tongue went
into high speed, lapping Joan's clitoris. Joan stiffened. Mary plunged her
fingers deep into Joan's cunt, inadvertently rupturing Joan's maidenhead.
Joan cried out and pulled Mary to her. Mary knew something was wrong, that
she should stop, but she was too excited.
Dave saw the blood on Mary's fingers as they came out to plunge in again.
He tried to pull Mary away, but she clung to Joan, tongue to clit. Dave was
furious, first at being robbed of his conquest and now because he was
worried that Joan was hurt. He pushed hard at Mary's back. Nothing changed.
"Leave her alone! Leave your sister alone," shouted Dave, thumping Mary on
her ribs with his palms.
Mary stopped and collapsed on her side, crying. Dave stopped hitting her
and knelt by Joan.
Joan was all right. Joan was beatific. Joan felt a surge of love for Mary
and for Dave . She pulled Dave down next to her. "Please, what you two did
for me was wonderful."
Dave was still concerned. "Are you okay? I mean, inside?" Joan nodded.
"Just an overdue little operation," she said. "But I am sore."
Mary was crying quietly. Joan looked at her and asked Dave, "Couldn't you
do for her what you did for me? Use whatever it was? Please, she's unhappy
and frustrated." Joan put her arm around Mary.
Dave sensed the potential, but he was still upset at Mary. "Okay, but you
have to help - and I'm not letting her off the hook for what she did to
you. Do what I say." Joan nodded.
Mary was all torn up and confused. She couldn't control her feelings of
shame, of illicit desire and deeds - before a stranger, yet! Mary was still
too aroused to think clearly, and her feelings were all a jumble of hope
and despair. She heard Joan about the finger, which excited her, but she
was repelled by the whole idea.
Dave pushed through her haze. "Take off your clothes, Mary, and pay for
your behavior." As he said this, he touched her face with the finger and
she felt a series of sensations she couldn't even follow. Dave waited until
she had discarded her top. "Now the skirt," he said, pressing her upper arm
with his finger.
Confused by the feelings produced by Dave's finger on her arm, Mary
complied, then waited. Dave touched her chest above her bra. "Take off the
bra and panties." Mary did. Dave ran the finger lightly down her front,
creating a bewildering sequence of sensations. "Lean forward on the bed,
rest on your forearms."
Mary was almost in a trance. Resting on her arms, she felt Dave's finger on
her thigh, rising slowly toward her crotch.
"Whatever your intentions, Mary, that was an evil thing you did to me - and
then slobbering over your sister. I think a little penance is in order."
Dave reached under and squeezed her nipple, hard then harder, stroking her
thigh with the finger. The feelings broke through Mary's haze. The hard,
dull ache in her nipple with a little electric wire to her clitoris. And
her thigh! Now ripples, now tingles, now flashes. Mary's eyes grew wide.
Joan crawled over and kissed Mary. "It's all right. It's okay. Just be
yourself. Don't worry. I love you." She squeezed softly on Mary's other
breast. When Dave release the nipple, Joan put it in her mouth, sucking and
lapping slowly. Mary was becoming frantic with sensation, for Dave had
changed and was pinching her ass as he stroked her thighs. Mean little
nips, like pepper on the salad of sensations between her legs.
"Joan, get under her and do for her what she did for you," said Dave. Joan
obeyed, putting her head between Mary's thighs and her legs around Mary's
arms and head. Joan pulled Mary down to her and began licking the thighs as
they came down.
Mary resisted at first, then gave way as Dave pushed down. Joan's tongue
felt so gentle and quiet after the finger. Mary put her arms around Joan's
legs and rested her head and Joan's mound.
Dave stroked along Mary's box, up to the anus. He rested his finger there.
"One last little penance, Mary, and that's for being snotty about my
finger." He began slapping Mary's buttocks with his left hand. Mary, at sea
in too many stimuli, began lapping Joan's cunt. Joan stopping her own
licking long enough to say "Yes, please, more."
Joan could see her sister's ass bounce above her with each slap. Then Mary
would grind her pussy in Joan's face, eager for relief. Joan reached up and
a some light slaps of her own. Spanking her older sister! Joan rubbed her
breasts up against Mary.
The slaps didn't really do much for Mary, one way or the other. But the
idea did. She was being spanked, and it was for being naughty. Like with
Betty in high school. The image of a flushed Betty came to mind. Joan's
extra spanks added urgency to Mary's excitement.
Still slapping, erratically, Dave pushed his finger a little into Mary's
ass. She groaned into her sister's snatch. She pushed her ass back against
his finger. Deeper. Mary began jerking back, anxious to get higher and
faster, afraid it would go away. Dave plunged his finger in, and out, and
in. Within a minute, Mary climaxed in a cross, arms out and back, legs
clamped around Joan's head. She shrieked for forty seconds. Dave kept his
finger still. Mary collapsed, limp.
Dave turned her over. Her eyes had rolled up. God. Joan pulled on his cock,
whimpering. He said "I'm going to fuck you." He knelt between her legs,
inserting the digits of his left hand while he put his covered finger on
Joan's breast. Joan jumped as his hand went in. She was very sore. Dave,
remembering her wound, withdrew from her cunt, keeping the finger on her
breast. Joan relaxed to his finger, knowing that she would be able to come.

With his left hand, Dave put his wet, bloody finger into her ass, easing up
and rotating a bit, getting Joan used to the size and sensation. Joan
tensed a bit, then rotated her hip. His right hand finger went slowly up to
her face, down to her other breast, to her stomach, to her pubic bone,
resting on the hair. Joan began stretching and pushing herself at him. Dave
eased his fingers around and up in her ass, stroking at her mound with his
covered finger.
He wanted to fuck her in the ass. How to lubricate his cock without hurting
her? He didn't think a virgin would have any lube around the place. Mary
was still too far gone to ask. Mary. Dave moved over to Mary and eased his
prick into her. She didn't stir. Like fucking a dummy.
Dave withdrew and placed his cock against Joan's asshole. As he diddled her
clitoris with his finger, she rose to meet him and he pressed into her ass.
Slowly, in with the cock, around with the finger. "Yes," she said, "do me."
Joan felt the big push, like a turd going in reverse, but the main action
was her clitoris, which was going off like a roman candle - shots of
brilliant color, one after another. Then the prick steadily came up her ass
and Dave came down on top of her, only his finger between them. As her clit
sang, her brown ring squeezed on the intruder, tensing only to be shaken
out again by the tingling from her front. A nervous tic began under Joan's
eye.
Dave began to pump as his finger flicked back and forth over her clit. The
pressure on his cock was marvelous. The finger was touching both of them as
his stomach pressed into her pubic bone. He could feel the tingle at the
base of his cock. He'd never last long at this rate. Waves hit him and he
began to pump furiously into Joan's ass. Dave groaned. Joan began laughing
uncontrollably, thrusting up to meet his finger and back to impale herself
on his cock. As Dave arched back into his final pump, Joan began pissing,
then she came.