Chapter 5
The effect of the vibrator was unexpected and nothing short of spectacular. Sam was lying in bed, one hand on her naked breast, the other holding the buzzing toy to her clit, toes curled and breath hitching. Even the third program she tried, a sophisticated wave pattern, brought her to a screaming orgasm, just as reliable as the other programs had.
Goshdammit! So this is what I’ve been missing all my life!
Taking a deep, deliberate breath, her legs trembling, she glanced at the TV. Dirty Duel was playing – starring Luca as the gameshow host – but she had lost track of the plot. For reasons that escaped her, both her aunts were lying on their backs, tied naked to curious pieces of furniture that exposed their crotches for easy access.
I wonder how they get points for that.
Luca switched between ass-fucking both of them, and it must have been going on for a while. Stella, no longer able to hold back, emptied her bowels directly onto the studio floor. To the sound of a buzzer and canned applause, the score on the screen changed.
Ah, so that’s a point for Janie.
A busty, latex-clad assistant pushed a sizable plug into Stella’s gaping ass, which offered no resistance. Sam glanced over to the windowsill where she had lined up the butt plug trainer set – even the largest was smaller than what Stella had just taken without visible effort.
With gloved hands, the assistant scooped up the soft feces from the floor and spread them evenly on Stella’s upper body, massaging her breasts until they turned an even shade of brown. Even though Janie was still tied up and doing her best to clench her asshole shut, Sam had no doubt she'd soon suffer the same fate.
I wonder if the winner or the loser gets to lick up the whole mess.
As Luca’s soiled dick disappeared to the hilt in Stella’s waiting mouth, doubtlessly following the strange rules of the game, Sam wiped her crotch with a towel. She let her head drop on the pillow, then switched off the TV.
After ten minutes to cool down, at almost midnight, she eyed the vibrator. It still had forty percent battery, but after a moment’s hesitation, she snatched the smallest of her plugs from the windowsill. It was made of neon green silicone, with a rather modest body, compared to what she had just seen on screen, and its neck had the diameter of a finger.
Jeez! I need lube! Maybe they have some in the bathroom.
The lights in the hallway and the living room were off, but when she reached out, the bathroom door opened and Stella emerged, wearing nothing but an elaborate breast harness made of red cotton rope. Her crotch was smooth and glistened in the residual light.
“Hey, Sam,” she said. “No pajamas?”
Sam quickly covered herself with her hands. “I… uh… I thought you were asleep already.”
“Nah. It’s Friday night; we can sleep in tomorrow.” Stella adjusted the rope and grinned. “How was the vibe? Did you try it out?”
“Y-yes. It was good. Really good.”
Stella held the bathroom door open. “Lube’s in the top drawer.”
“W-what?”
“For the plug. You need lube, or you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
Sam swallowed, realizing she still had the plug in her hand. There was no point in denying it now. With a shrug, she crossed her arms under her breasts.
“How much lube do I need, exactly?”
Stella stepped back into the bathroom. She opened the vanity drawer, took out a bottle, and squirted a generous amount on her fingers. “Bend over, sweetie. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
“B-bend over?”
“Or I can demonstrate it on myself. Whatever you want.”
Sam stared at Stella, standing there in the middle of the bathroom with the dollop of lube on her outstretched fingers, then at the green plug in her own hand.
“Uh, okay.” Sam turned around and leaned over the vanity. She held perfectly still as she felt Stella spread the cool liquid around her anus.
“The most important thing about anal play, especially as a beginner, is plenty of lube and going really slow. Be gentle and never force it, okay? And now relax.”
Sam shuddered when she felt the tip of the plug. Stella took her time, pushing a little, then pausing, only to return to pushing.
“Oh, and always use water-based lube for toys. For condoms, too.”
“I didn’t need any lube for Luca.”
Stella chuckled. “I mean when you’re getting it in the ass, sweetie. Always have the guy wear a condom and use a water-based lube. Don’t take your cues from porn.”
“Are you okay, baby?” came Janie’s voice from the hallway. Before anyone could answer, the door opened and she peered in.
Sam’s eyes went to the red strap-on dangling between her legs. It was fat, thicker than a soda can, and went almost down to her knees. Gosh! That thing is a murder weapon!
“Just showing Sam how it’s done,” Stella said, renewing the pressure on the plug. “I’ll break in this cute virgin butt and be with you in a sec.”
“Okay, baby. Take your time.”
Janie closed the door behind her. After a couple of minutes, the toy finally slipped in, and Sam’s sphincter clenched around the narrow neck of the plug. She exhaled, then turned around. Over her shoulder, she saw the bright green base peeking out between her butt cheeks.
“How does it feel?” Stella asked, washing her hands.
“Weird. Like I need to go to the bathroom.”
“You’ll get used to that.” She gave Sam a pat on the butt. “Have fun, sweetie, but hold off on the next size for a couple of weeks, okay?” She opened the door. ”Gotta go. I’m expected in bed.”
At nine-thirty the next morning, Sam stood in the kitchen in her pajamas, cutting bananas for a fruit salad. Last night, she had tried a couple more patterns on the vibrator before she fell asleep with the toy in her hand and the TV still running.
Now, whipped cream and maple syrup stood ready, and the first batch of pancakes was sizzling in the pan. When bubbles appeared on the surface, she quickly flipped them, then tossed the banana slices into the salad.
“Oh, that smells nice,” Janie said. She stood in the doorway already dressed, yawning. “Thanks for making breakfast!”
“I thought I’d make myself useful. You and Stella cooked for me all week.”
“You didn’t have to; we love having you here.” Janie walked up to the stove, glancing at the golden brown pancakes. “Sit down and eat, sweetie. I’ll make the next batch.”
“Did you have fun last night?” Sam asked, generously covering her first pancake with whipped cream.
“We did. What about you? No pain or anything from the plug?”
“Nope. I’m still wearing it.”
Janie laughed. “Fell asleep, huh? When Stella and I got our first vibe, we didn’t stop until the battery was flat.”
“Mine’s recharging as we speak.” Sam sat down gingerly, feeling the plug shift. She still felt its presence, but the urge to expel it was gone.
“Do you have plans for the day?” Janie asked. “Stella and I thought we could take you to Lexington park. Have some ice cream by the river.”
“Sounds great! But, I uh… I wanted to ask you something.” Sam took a bite, chewing slowly and deliberately. “I looked up the Serenity Suites online.”
“You did, huh.”
Sam felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “Yes. There was a testimonial about the special rooms, and I… uh… I was wondering if I could try it out? Maybe?”
“Are you sure? You know what’s happening there?”
“I have some idea. It’s just, I wanted to try everything while I’m here. Please?”
Janie sighed. “I’ll think about it. We’re booked out on the weekend anyway, so the earliest would be Monday.” She bit her lip as she flipped another pancake. “And not a word to your mom, okay? I wanna be able to go home on Christmas without getting strangled.”
“My lips are sealed, Auntie!”