Beth knew she was being played, somehow, but the details escaped her. The pain had backed off, first because she had managed finally to adapt to her intruder, and second because Candace wasn’t trying to push the fake phallus out of her mouth any more. But the vibrator was a surprise, as was the fact that Jean was wielding it. It was a pleasant surprise, too, the jazzy buzz overpowering and absorbing the irritation component of Candace’s pounding and turning it into … something else…
Beth’s eyes popped again when she discovered just what that something else was — the buzzing wave of an orgasm rolled over, leaving her gasping in shock! "Oh, Gawd! Ungh!"
Candace grinned evilly and hissed, "What a TOTAL slut! Have you ever seen anything like her, Jean?"
On cue, Jean responded, "No, I can’t say that I have…" It was true, too, but Jean would have been a bit more charitable about it. Candace, on the other hand, was making a point.
Beth, totally humiliated, got it — but Jean was still using that vibrator to make her clit dance, and as long as that happened, she was going to add it to Candace’s abuse of her ass to generate orgasms — she had no choice!
Candace waited until Beth was in the final approach to another cum and laid into her with a vengeance — and Beth wailed like a banshee, but cum dribbled down her thighs. Candace stopped then, panting from her efforts; Beth slumped forward, but didn’t disconnect. Candace turned to Jean and gasped, "Jean, Honey, I hate to ask this, but I didn’t plan for the mess this is gonna make. Could you run upstairs and get a couple of towels so Slut Baby here doesn’t crap up the rug?"
Strangely, Jean found this to be funny, and burst out laughing. Candace caught it and started cackling, too, leaving Beth to hang her head mortified, as Jean sprinted up the stairs to collect some towels.
Minutes later, towel in hand, Candace extracted the dildo from Beth’s gaping sphincter. Beth followed the extraction with a loud, wet fart, which caused another fit of feminine giggles while Candace wrapped the dildo in a towel and Jean placed the other towel to catch drips from Beth’s abused ass. "Here, take this!" Jean directed, leaving the towel in Beth’s control.
Candace gave the dildo a perfunctory wipe, disconnected it from the harness while holding it with the towel and handed it to a shell-shocked Beth. "Here. Go clean this up. When you’re done, put the towels in a trash bag and take them home and wash them — you can bring them back tomorrow. Hurry up! I expect that you can do simple things, like handle feces…"
"Yes, Mistress!" Humiliated beyond words, Beth waddled to the stairs and headed up.
"Don’t make a mess in my bathroom!" Candace yelled.
Jean giggled again. "I feel so bad for her, but…"
"You’ve got a bathroom humor thing," Candace finished. Meanwhile, she was affixing the vibrator to the harness. "C’mere, Hon."
"Why?" Jean eyed Candace’s new appendage. She had no intention of being brutalized…
"Oh! You think… ?" Candace shook her head. "I want her to find us having some girl-girl fun — and to be told she can’t play," she explained. "I wouldn’t try to do to you what I did to her…"
"Well, what DO you plan?" Jean asked, leery.
"The vibrator is a whole different thing, Hon," Candace assured her. "When I press with it, then I get a tingle in my clit, too — you see? Tell you what — just come over and straddle it, and see if you don’t want a little more…"
Jean sidled up, nervous. Candace, being taller, had to squat a little, but there was plenty of vibrator to go around; it slid between Jean’s legs, parting her vulva and buzzing, buzzing. "Ah," Candace grunted. "That’s nice! It’s pressing against my clitty…"
Jean had to admit that it was nice, too… "What do you want to do?" she asked, cautiously.
"Well, this would do," Candace admitted, "until my back gave out. How about if you sit on the edge of the table and I try to work it around under you?"
"Will that work?" Jean asked. The vibe was certainly tantalizing…
"I think so — especially if you can get your knees up and spread. I don’t think I could do that, but you’re pretty athletic…"
"Hmmmm. Like this?" She hopped up on the edge of the table and sat like a frog, her knees up and her feet splayed along the table edge. Her little pussy popped open, looking cute, like that of a much younger woman — but it was tilted up, now, and Candace wasn’t going to come in contact with much above her perineum if she slid the vibrator between her legs.
Candace came forward gamely, but it didn’t look like the whole thing was going to fly. She worked it under to prove her point, then slid the tip back up between Jean’s open labia. "It’d be a whole lot easier, Hon, if you’d just let me fuck you!"
"No," Jean retorted, but there wasn’t a lot of emphasis behind the denial. Candace had wedged the tip of the vibrator under her clitoral hood, directly against the sensitive nub, and the sensations were intense — too intense! Jean shifted to escape the overload, and the vibrator tip dropped to her vaginal mouth and wedged there.
Jean glanced up, surprised, but Candace merely grunted, "I TOLD you so!" But she didn’t press, merely moving the vibrator around using the inserted tip as a pivot point. The base of the vibrator was transmitting vibrations to a specially designed point on the harness that sat right over her clitoris; anything Candace did was pleasurable, as long as she maintained some pressure. "How’s that?" she gasped.
Well, it wasn’t killing her — THAT was for sure! Jean’s pussy was lit up like a Christmas tree, and she could tell that Candace was getting her ride, too, from the way she was acting — grunting and gasping and flexing her knees to ride the vibrator up and down against her obviously itchy clit. "G-good!" Jean admitted.
Meanwhile, Candace was winning by default; Jean’s vagina was flowering open and moistening under the stimulus and mild pressure, so the tip penetrated deeper and deeper within her. Jean recognized this and gave up — her body wanted it, anyway … She dropped back on her elbows — but she wasn’t a pretzel, so her feet came up.
"Over my shoulders, Hon … That’s fine…" Candace puffed. The tip was in, now, to a depth that made wallowing it back and forth more difficult; now, to maintain pressure on her clit, Candace needed to press it in. "I’ll go slow…"
"Uh huh," Jean got out, distracted by the feel of the hard plastic shaft slowly penetrating her depths. It went DEEP, but Candace was as good as her word, taking it slowly so that she could enjoy the pressure on her own clit. The hard cylinder was slick enough not to hang for lack of lubrication; it slowly slid in all the way — until Candace was pressing the base against Jean’s clit, too! "Oooohh! Stay like that!"
Candace was more than happy to! She ground her pubic bone against Jean’s, transmitting pleasure from the embedded vibrator to both of them. "Okay," she gasped. "Why don’t I just do this?"
"Yessss…" Jean clamped her heels against Candace’s back, helping to increase the pressure. Her whole crotch was humming…
But Candace had already given Beth a workout and the motions of male fucking were unusual ones for her; she was exhausted. "C-can we do this another way?" she gasped. "I can’t stand like this…"
Jean reined herself in — a difficult proposition, since she was approaching orgasm. But Candace had done a lot today, and she hadn’t had any relief… "Let me think," she gasped. THAT wasn’t easy…
But she came up with something relatively quickly. "Why don’t you … lie … on your back … on the floor," she gasped, "and I’ll ride … on top…"