Message-ID: <27449asstr$974193002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Dolphin31 Pacific" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 13 Nov 2000 14:26:09.0044 (UTC) FILETIME=[AA56CD40:01C04D7D] Subject: {ASSM} NEW Georgetta: The Bet Part II (07/12) by The Dolphin (MF rom slow) Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 04:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates, english ============================================================== WARNING : The following story contains descriptions of sexual acts performed between consenting adults. If you are not at least 18 years of age, or you find this brand of literature offensive, then exit this file/message now. (!) 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Please note that I'm happy to share my work - I just want to know where it's going and who's posting it. I honor most requests for permission to post my work. ============================================ Written by: The Dolphin Another note: The girl in this story is a real person, an ex-girlfriend of mine. We parted amicably, and I still care about her a lot. This story is a work of fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it with her, and she enjoyed it. I hope you do too! The names have been changed to protect us both. Georgetta is the name of another girl that I have desired, but the physical descriptions of my heroine are of my ex-girlfriend. And finally, this story has been improved slightly since its original posting, and I believe it to be a better tale now. Some of the technical points have been tightened up, and a minor mistake here and there improved upon. Thanks to some comments from Celeste's Reviews for their feedback and suggestions. There will also most likely be more to this story. A good number of readers have written me and begged me for more adventures of Chris & Georgetta, so more to this tale is definitely in the works! _______________________________________________________________________ The Bet Part II: Saturday Morning Chapter 7: Morning Experiment Copyright 2000 The Dolphin31p@hotmail.com Georgetta rolled over and looked at the clock. '8:30' glared the numbers on the digital dial. She leaned her head back into the pillow and then glanced over at Chris sleeping beside her. His chest rose and fell softly with his breathing, deep and heavy. He was a very heavy sleeper - he'd sleep the morning away if she let him. She closed her eyes and thought again about the events of the prior evening. Her hand idly wandered down her belly to her pussy. She touched the tender lips softly. She was actually a little sore. "How many times did I come last night?" she thought to herself. "Five? Six? - good God was it actually seven?" It wasn't totally her fault that she had lost count. Still, it was an awful lot more than she came in a normal weekend for them. And it was only Saturday morning! As her fingers continued their soft caress, she realized she was still pretty horny. She sat up slightly and looked around the room. Chris' jeans, Harley shirt, and boots were scattered around the room. She spotted pieces of her leather outfit cast around at different places too - a stocking over a chair, her miniskirt and halter across the room. And of course the chain hanging from the two loops from the oaken beam running across the room. She knew she'd never wake up and look at the beam the same way again. She looked around again - there it was - just over on the floor to the side of the bed near the milk crate. She folded the covers back and carefully got up out of the bed. Chris didn't even move. She crossed the floor barefoot and picked up the vibrator where Chris had tossed it last evening. She walked into the bathroom and ran it under the water from the sink, and then dried the toy off with the hand towel. She quickly used the toilet, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Her free hand toyed with the vibrator idly as she finished brushing. "Hmmm, I wonder," she thought to herself. She set the toy down on the vanity and walked back out into the bedroom. Chris's duffel bag was on the floor next to the bed, and she picked it up and walked back into the bathroom. She pushed the door shut, locked the knob, set the bag on the sink, and looked inside. The box for the vibrator was inside. The price tag was still on it in fact - $84.99. "Wow" she thought to herself. "Worth every cent," she thought again. She looked quickly through the other items in the duffel bag. Other than the box for the vibrator, Chris had several more lengths of chains, each with locks on each end. She pulled out another pair of black leather cuffs, similar to the ones she had worn last night. She pulled these out and looked at the tag - Ankle Cuffs. She examined these for a minute. The insides were softly padded, but each cuff had its own little lock on the fastener. She put those back inside the bag. A magazine was wedged underneath some of the gear, and she pulled it out and read the cover. It was a sex paraphernalia catalog, and not a magazine as she had first thought. She set it aside and kept looking through the bag. Another black leather band came out, studded with silver studs. The tag on this one indicated "Neck Collar". She tossed it back inside. Digging further revealed a spare set of briefs for him and another black T-shirt. The last item was a small fabric bag, which, when she opened it, revealed a pair of silver handcuffs and keys. She opened up one of the cuffs and then clicked it close it on her left wrist, click-click-clicking it further until it was tight around her wrist. She shook the cuff and chain, listening to the jingle it made. She unlocked the cuff, and placed the cuffs and the keys back into their bag and set them back inside the duffel. She set the bag back on the sink and picked up the box for the vibrator. The printing on the box advertised it as the Ultimate Teaser Vibrator. "Aptly named," she agreed. The directions for the toy were inside, a small scrap of paper printed on both sides, along with a spare set of AA batteries. She read through the directions. They explained the five settings on the toy. Chris had made her set it to Setting #2, which was the short-span off and on. The sex toy, in this setting, would turn on for a six minute period, and then switch to a three-minute-on and a two-minute-off cycle. Setting three was a fixed two-on and two-off setting. Setting #1 was a low speed, and Setting #4 was a medium speed, and setting #5 the high speed. The directions also described the remote control for the unit, which could override any of the settings other than low. She turned the vibrator onto the low setting and felt its buzz between her hands. She brought it up to her right breast and held it softly there against the nipple and aureole. Her nipple slowly stiffened and tightened, standing up to receive the attention of the silver vibrator. She brought the vibrator over to her left breast and brought that nipple erect as well. Feeling hornier, she moved the vibrator down and touched it up against herself between her thighs, feeling its throbbing nose push up against the top of her pussy. Slowly, she moved it up and down the outside of her pussy. She felt her own juices seep out slightly, and then felt a slight trickle down her inner thigh. She brought her other hand up, and slowly inserted her first finger inside her, pressing softly. She paused for a second and turned the vibrator up to its medium setting. She placed her finger back inside and started pressing it up and in against her soft flesh. She adjusted the angle of the vibrator and placed its tip hard against her clitoris. She turned and leaned back against the bathroom vanity, spreading her legs slightly to allow easier access to her pussy. Her head rolled back and she shut her eyes, enjoying the feelings of her fingers and the vibrator. She pulled her fingers from inside her and brought her left hand up to caress her breasts. She squeezed her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, alternating from breast to breast. Her right hand slid the vibrator up and down the lips of her pussy, rubbing against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She dropped the tip of the vibrator down and pushed its nose inside of her. It easily entered her, and she pushed it in deeper until only the bottom portion where the control knob was remained in her fingertips. She slowly started working it in and out of her, pulling it completely out and holding it against her clitoris for several seconds after every fourth or fifth thrust. She stopped for another second to move the setting to high, and then pushed it back inside of her. She twisted her nipple with her left hand, pumped the vibrator in and out with right, and, still somewhat aroused from the night before, felt the orgasm wash over her. "Mmmmmpppf-aaaaargggmmm---mmmmmmmppppphhhpp" slipped out of her lips before she remembered Chris in the other room and tried to keep her mouth closed. She had to pull the vibrator away, as her clitoris and pussy were suddenly too tender and sensitive to be touched. Slowly, she calmed down, slowly reducing the speed of her thrusts of the vibrator inside her now very wet pussy. As the throbbing in her head and body subsided slightly, she withdrew the silver toy from inside and brought it up to her lips, and impulsively licking some of the liquid on its silver surface. She thought she could taste both her own juice and maybe even some of Chris's as well. "Hmmmm - and how many times did HE come inside of me" she thought. Another voice inside her head told her that she had just orgasmed for her seventh or eighth h time of the weekend. She turned the vibrator off and set it down on the sink. She picked up the facecloth and ran it under some warm water from the sink. She carefully washed her face and neck, and then softly washed off either breast. She worked the cloth down her chest and across her tummy, before moving it between her legs and thighs. She rubbed the cloth up and down between her legs, even poking a small bit of it inside, cleaning up the remaining juices from her little morning interlude. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair carefully. She really needed to wash it she thought, working out a snarl from one side. She brushed her hair for several minutes, and managed to restore a bit of bounce and shape to her dark mass of curls. She set the brush down and then picked up and rinsed off the vibrator, again drying it on the hand towel. She set it back down and then turned and walked into the bedroom. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white panties, sliding them over her legs and pulling them into place. A pair of gym shorts and a sweatshirt from the closet finished her attire. She decided to leave Chris sleeping and see about getting some breakfast. She wasn't too sure she could handle another orgasm right now, and Chris always woke up in a horny mood on Saturday mornings. She ducked under the chains hanging from the beam and walked into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out the orange juice and poured herself a glass. She set it down on the kitchen table and sat in the chair. She took a sip and sat there, reflecting on the events of the last 12 hours or so. She was still slightly amazed at herself for using the vibrator like that in the bathroom. Up until last night she had never even seen one - now she had casually used it to get herself off like it was an old friend. She took another sip of the juice. She remembered the catalog that Chris had in his duffel bag, and she got up and walked back through the bedroom and into the bathroom. She picked up the duffel, grabbed the vibrator, and walked back into the kitchen. She set the bag down on the table and fished out the catalog, and spread it open on the kitchen table. It certainly wasn't at all like the Victoria Secret Catalogs she got every two weeks or so. The catalog contained all kinds of sexual paraphernalia. There were post-it notes in the catalog at certain places, and she recognized the vibrator, the halter-top, the stockings, the wrist and ankle cuffs, the neck collar, the chains and locks, and the "spreader bar". "A spreader bar," she thought to herself. "Seems like an accurate enough name," she thought, remembering how Chris had used it on her last night to spread her legs before he fucked her. Many of the items in the catalog surprised her though. Vibrators of all shapes and sizes stood out from the pages. One female model was wearing her halter-top, but was wearing some type of leather panties-device that had one of the vibrators attached to it where a penis would be on a man! She was amazed at the sizes of some of the sexual toys - 2-foot vibrators for example. How could anyone possibly use something that size? She glanced up at the silver one next to her on the table. It was about six inches or so long and maybe an inch in diameter, and it certainly filled her up! Of course, she was more petite than some of the amazon-sized brunettes and blondes depicted in the catalog. Could someone actually use something that size? One picture caught her attention. It was a dark-haired woman bent over face down on a table, with her legs spread apart by a spreader bar. Her legs were fasted to the legs of the table, while her breasts were flat against the tabletop and her arms attached to the legs on the other side of the table. Another woman stood beside her, dressed in a similar lingerie outfit, but with the leather panty with the vibrator-penis. She looked at the picture for a minute, an idea forming in her mind. "What's happening to me?" she thought. What kind of sex addict am I becoming? She pushed the chair back and looked at her own kitchen table appraisingly. She moved the juice glass out of the way, and walked up next to the table. It was more of a breakfast bar than a kitchen table - she and Chris had found it at an antique show and she had fallen in love with it. The table was a long rectangle, longer than it was wide. The top of the table was two feet wide by about six feet long. She had bought it that day and put her old table into storage. There were two legs each on the narrow sides, and a crosspiece between each pair of legs. She pressed her thighs up against the side of the table and bent over it, pressing her stomach and breasts against the tabletop, imitating the brunette in the picture of the bondage catalog. Her head and shoulders were off the other side of the table and she hung her arms down. She looked at the legs for the table and the cross pieces on the legs for support on either end of the table, and made up her mind. She stood up, pushing herself up from the tabletop, and glanced at the picture in the catalog again. "Won't he be surprised?" she thought, and finished her glass of juice. -------------- Continued in Chapter 8: Morning Fantasy -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+