And then came what she knew was going to come. Alicia's grinding, jerking bottom half paused, shuddered and a deep-throated moan told Gert that the morning's orgasm number one had been achieved. So easily too, she thought, as she removed the throbbing instrument from where it had done its throbbing work. She turned her attention now to Fred, noting with satisfaction that nakedness gave him an additional, rather distinguished look.
She gestured at his tool with hers. "I like the other one better," he told her. "But how about my products?"
Gert laughed. "Books? You've got to be kidding. How can they compete with things like this?" Rising, she stepped out of her jumpsuit and gently touched the end of the small unit at the base of his cock, the vibrations of it causing her to graze his balls. Clicking into action the larger, more pliant, disc-shaped tool, she applied it to the shaft of his rod. He pulled her to him, trying to maneuver them to a sitting position on the chair, but she resisted.
"No, you're to take it standing, like a man."
Alicia, now recovered and also fully undressed, moved to a position directly behind Fred, her spread fingers cupping his buttocks. Her hands, Gert saw, were working up and down in alternating motions.
"Fred has a beautiful anal fixation," she informed Gert in a confidential woman-to-woman tone. And, indeed, his breathing was now heavier, whether because of the action to his front or rear Gert couldn't tell. He was trying hard to keep standing straight, but he was having trouble. As he leaned over Gert, wrapping his arms around her, he suddenly stiffened, a movement Gert took as a sign that Alicia had thrust a firm finger up his rectum.
His arms had straightened, releasing her, and she stepped to his right, allowing him to place his now extended hands on the arm rests of the chair by the fireplace. With his body bent in half at the waist, he rested his head on the cushion. Without missing a stroke or beat Gert slipped to the floor under him, the two pleasure-machines still tingling and massaging and vibrating on his pounding prick. Her tongue lashed out at his scrotum.
Alicia stopped what she was doing and went to her sample case. She came back with a cordless micro-version of the smaller massager Gert was using. "Nail buffer," she said, flicking the switch.
As the pen-sized.oscillator was pushed into his hole, Fred lurched forward, and Gert lost momentary contact with his balls. Back in place again she moved her tongue gently against them in the same shimmying motion as the massagers', and lightly moved her mane of hair against his thighs.
It took only seconds. With a heaving, violent motion and an allover shuddering, mirroring and magnifying the pulsing quivering massagers enveloping and penetrating him, he jerked his head upward and recoiled backward as a stream of steaming jism shot onto the seat of the chair.
Allowing the spent man again to slump forward, Gert took the massagers from his cock and slid under his legs. She now lay flat on the floor, her face under Alicia's spread-apart legs. Alicia had removed the nail buffer from Fred after he came. Her face was buried in his back, her arms wrapped around his hips, momentarily resting from her efforts.
Gert chuckled throatily. "That's one for each of you. However…" And she started stroking the girl's inner legs with the still vibrating massagers.
Alicia stayed still for several seconds, enjoying the tactile sensations of the quivering machines on her calves and thighs. Not good enough, Gert decided, and tried to stretch a hand up to Alicia's behind, but her arms weren't long enough. Tugging at the girl's legs, she tried to ease her down to her knees. But Alicia was no amateur.
Spinning on her heels in a swiveling, graceful motion, the saleswoman flattened out, her face positioned at Gert's cunt, her own cunt now poised above the still extended, vibrator-equipped hands of Gert, which faltered out of rhythm as she felt Alicia's hot tongue darting into her and hard lips anxiously sucking round and into her entrance. As Gert lifted hips to meet the onslaught of the powerful tongue, she felt a tentative positioning of the small, quivering fingernail buffer at her rectum.
Gert was resolved to strike first, and shoved the mini-massager she held deep into Alicia's cunt. Her disc-wielding hand stretched behind her and she planted it on Alicia's buttocks, again push-pulling in the way she'd brought on the woman's first climax..
But it was going to be touch and eo as to who climaxed whom. Alicia's mouth was doing wonderful things to Gert. And suddenly Alicia's weapon was no longer poised at Gert's rectum. It was grating and grinding, drilling and darting, pulsing, playing with her insides like a gyrating, spinning top, sporadically and unrhythmically hitting the inside walls of her anus, boring a hole deeper and deeper through the central core of her body.
Meanwhile her own tongue was now flickering up and across Alicia's clitoris in rabbit-like, scurrying motions, jerking, spasmodic lashings. Her own hand which was playing Alicia's rear was vibrating on her own breasts, massaging them crazily-nicely. Then, with a gasping traumatizing wrench, Alicia thrust her body upward and away from her own. The apartness lasted just for seconds; Gert saw that a revived Fred was perched over Gert's head and Alicia's rear, and she watched with glee as his cock sank into the folds of Alicia's tight and trembling buttocks.
His weight pushed Alicia's Cunt-lips harder onto Gert's fist, the fist which operated the vibrating massages Grinding the fist against Alicia's clitoris, circling it hard against it, Gert now found the other woman's movements had become more fierce. Her tongue was more volatile now, the machine up Gert's rear was more sporadically aimed.
The tension was building. Gert sensed the freneticism of them all. Alicia with body jerking, gyrating, lifting, shifting, twisting, contorting, Fred with arms wrapped around Alicia's breasts, arms and breasts pressing into Gert's stomach, his wrists grinding into her hipbones. Gert herself with-Ah, so good and high and wild and…
All three now were shuddering all over as if their connected bodies were collectively plugged into a master masterful mastering masturbator vibrator. Harder and harder each of them drove, now in one rhythm, the beat picking up in speed, losing Gert in its numbing course.
And then there was a sudden release of tension above her, and she found she was licking sweet stickiness from her upper lip and chin. In semiawareness she knew she was tasting Alicia's juices, and that realization drove her rocketing upward and over the peak of the cliff of control, making it-making it! And she was not alone in the coming. Satisfied sighs and deep breaths and the relaxed state of the bodies above her told her that Alicia and Fred too were content. Spent. They had come together, all three.
Lunch, hastily prepared, was straight gin-on-therocks martinis and caviar on toast, devoured with approval by Gert's two still-naked guests, who exchanged cracks about how they'd charge the meal to their respective expense accounts. When the dishes were pushed to one side and all three sat on the couch, Gert, in the center, asked Fred to demonstrate the uses to which his product could be put.
"The special uses, I'm talking about." He sipped the last of his drink and shook his head. "You expect me to follow an act like Alicia's? There's nothing at all sexy about these things." He gestured toward his sample case.
Alicia said chidingly. "Fred's products are for the mind. Mine are for-well, other areas." Gert smiled. "You think so, do you? Fred, open up and tell us about how you sell your wares."
He opened his case and took out two volumes. "These are special in that they combine elements of the entire twenty-volume set and allow the salesman to demonstrate contents by merely flipping a few pages."
Gert nodded. "So flip-I'm all ears."
Fred smiled. "Ears now, is it?" But he opened one of the books. "Normally, the method I find best in homes where there are young children-and the parents aren't too bright-is to talk about the communist menace."