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08/06/2009
The next day was a wilder re-run of the previous evening. This time Shelley wore her black, hold-up stockings and her stilettos the entire time even in the hot-tub, as she knew that was one of my favorite turn-ons. At her suggestion we had also set up two video cameras and recorded four hours of virtual non-stop, but slow and gentle screwing and fondling. Shelley managed thirty-one orgasms in this session – I know because I counted them from the video afterwards. I do so wish I still had that film to post here!) She just got wilder and wilder, knowing now she could do anything she liked and get away with it.
We all needed a rest the following day, but in the evening we went out and bought a very large, inflatable paddling pool, about twelve feet long and six feet wide, and three dozen large bottles of baby-oil. (That’s expensive, by the way, but it proved to be worth it!) We delivered the whole lot to Mike’s house on the way home.
Next day, at Mike’s place, he and I inflated the paddling-pool just after mid-day, leaving it slightly soft and mattress-like, and covered it with an enormous plastic sheet which had a smoother and more slippery surface than the pool itself. We then arranged the bottles of baby-oil along both sides, set up two video-cameras again and waited for Shelley, who had gone upstairs to get changed.
When she came out to us, Shelley was wearing the now-obligatory black hold-up stockings and stilettos along with a see-through, white micro-dress - the sort of thing worn on a beach over a bikini, except that she had nothing on at all under this one. She climbed into the pool and knelt down at one end, facing the other.
Mike and I grabbed her and to her surprise (judging by the squeals) and delight (judging by the ooohs and aaahs) inserted a vibrating-egg toy inside her already slippery winkey. The game now was that she had to crawl on her hands and knees to the far end of the paddling pool and back, as many times as possible before she had an orgasm – and while we squirted her all over with the large supply of baby-oil!
She managed just four complete trips before her first orgasm and only two and a half before the next. By this time the white, nylon micro-dress was very clingy and transparent to the point of invisibility. Mike and I by now simply unscrewed the tops of the baby-oil bottles and just poured it on her, until it was effectively impossible for her to slither from one end of the paddling pool to the other on the slippery, oil-slick plastic liner.
At this point Mike and I joined Shelley in the pool, pouring the last of the baby oil all over her before slowly peeling off the dripping micro-dress, although we left her glistening black stockings and her stilettos on.
Caught between us and unable to slip away even if she had wanted to, Shelley was now subjected to a lengthy stroking and fondling session which went on for well over an hour.
First she’d got my cock in her mouth and Mike’s in her bald and slippery winkey, then the other way about, then one cock in each hand and so on. She couldn’t get the vibrating egg toy out of herself because it was just too slippery – have you ever screwed a girl with a vibrating egg inside her? Wow!)
After Mike and I had both come, Shelley was still going. We finally worked the vibrating egg out of her as the internal battery was dying and instead went to work on her with some of her toys which she had also brought along. Her favorite was a twelve-inch, cock-shaped vibrator which she could now almost make vanish, so completely turned-on and abandoned was her attitude by now. “I could go on like this all night” she told us at one point.
When Mike and I managed to raise (!) enough strength for another go, Shelley went at the two of us like a wild thing. “Just gimme cock!” she demanded. I’d never known her like this and though it turned me on I was also slightly alarmed. What would be next on her list of desires – a foursome, a fivesome, a platoon of marines, more…?
But eventually, Shelley too was exhausted, in fact to the point where she just fell asleep in the warm baby-oil, under the early-evening sun, still with one of her vibrators buzzing gently inside her. Mike and I left her there and went and took turns to shower-off all the oil. Then we gently woke her and carried her to a warm bath and washed it off her too. She purred almost like a kitten. While she slept, Mike and I checked the video film and counted orgasms again – this time Shelley had had no less than fifty-eight orgasms – so completely had she let herself go. In fact there may have been more – the tape had run out before the session was over…
That was unfortunately the last of these events. Mike’s job caused him to move away not long after and we lost touch – which is a pity because I believe he had the only remaining copies of the two sessions we filmed. One day I hope to see them published ion the internet somewhere, by someone or other. Shelley would like to know that as many people as possible were watching her and enjoying it.
We all needed a rest the following day, but in the evening we went out and bought a very large, inflatable paddling pool, about twelve feet long and six feet wide, and three dozen large bottles of baby-oil. (That’s expensive, by the way, but it proved to be worth it!) We delivered the whole lot to Mike’s house on the way home.
Next day, at Mike’s place, he and I inflated the paddling-pool just after mid-day, leaving it slightly soft and mattress-like, and covered it with an enormous plastic sheet which had a smoother and more slippery surface than the pool itself. We then arranged the bottles of baby-oil along both sides, set up two video-cameras again and waited for Shelley, who had gone upstairs to get changed.
When she came out to us, Shelley was wearing the now-obligatory black hold-up stockings and stilettos along with a see-through, white micro-dress - the sort of thing worn on a beach over a bikini, except that she had nothing on at all under this one. She climbed into the pool and knelt down at one end, facing the other.
Mike and I grabbed her and to her surprise (judging by the squeals) and delight (judging by the ooohs and aaahs) inserted a vibrating-egg toy inside her already slippery winkey. The game now was that she had to crawl on her hands and knees to the far end of the paddling pool and back, as many times as possible before she had an orgasm – and while we squirted her all over with the large supply of baby-oil!
She managed just four complete trips before her first orgasm and only two and a half before the next. By this time the white, nylon micro-dress was very clingy and transparent to the point of invisibility. Mike and I by now simply unscrewed the tops of the baby-oil bottles and just poured it on her, until it was effectively impossible for her to slither from one end of the paddling pool to the other on the slippery, oil-slick plastic liner.
At this point Mike and I joined Shelley in the pool, pouring the last of the baby oil all over her before slowly peeling off the dripping micro-dress, although we left her glistening black stockings and her stilettos on.
Caught between us and unable to slip away even if she had wanted to, Shelley was now subjected to a lengthy stroking and fondling session which went on for well over an hour.
First she’d got my cock in her mouth and Mike’s in her bald and slippery winkey, then the other way about, then one cock in each hand and so on. She couldn’t get the vibrating egg toy out of herself because it was just too slippery – have you ever screwed a girl with a vibrating egg inside her? Wow!)
After Mike and I had both come, Shelley was still going. We finally worked the vibrating egg out of her as the internal battery was dying and instead went to work on her with some of her toys which she had also brought along. Her favorite was a twelve-inch, cock-shaped vibrator which she could now almost make vanish, so completely turned-on and abandoned was her attitude by now. “I could go on like this all night” she told us at one point.
When Mike and I managed to raise (!) enough strength for another go, Shelley went at the two of us like a wild thing. “Just gimme cock!” she demanded. I’d never known her like this and though it turned me on I was also slightly alarmed. What would be next on her list of desires – a foursome, a fivesome, a platoon of marines, more…?
But eventually, Shelley too was exhausted, in fact to the point where she just fell asleep in the warm baby-oil, under the early-evening sun, still with one of her vibrators buzzing gently inside her. Mike and I left her there and went and took turns to shower-off all the oil. Then we gently woke her and carried her to a warm bath and washed it off her too. She purred almost like a kitten. While she slept, Mike and I checked the video film and counted orgasms again – this time Shelley had had no less than fifty-eight orgasms – so completely had she let herself go. In fact there may have been more – the tape had run out before the session was over…
That was unfortunately the last of these events. Mike’s job caused him to move away not long after and we lost touch – which is a pity because I believe he had the only remaining copies of the two sessions we filmed. One day I hope to see them published ion the internet somewhere, by someone or other. Shelley would like to know that as many people as possible were watching her and enjoying it.
Poster:
Bob