Incest/Taboo Vickie's Toy Box

Vickie finally helped Samantha to lower her slacks sufficiently to finally slip the almost miniature vibrator up inside her pussy.

"What if the waitress comes back now?" Vickie asked. It was almost too obvious as to what was taking place now. The guy at the bar certainly knew, and if the waitress came back, sitting as they were with her slacks half dragging off the seat, it would be next to impossible trying to hide anything, let alone making any sort of escape out of the place without difficulty.

"Tell her to wait her turn then," Samantha managed through clenched teeth as Vickie began to slide the mini-vib in and out of her pussy with an increased, urgent need to satisfy this woman's wet sopping quim.

"Oh Sharon!" Samantha called out, using Vickie's falsely given name.

"That's it! That's it! Oh damn, that feels so fucking good!" She said groaning as Vickie continued massaging her cunt, both inside as well as outside as she slipped the vibrator up and down her slit, teasing and touching her clitoris, then slipping it inside her wet furrow for several quick teasing little fuck-strokes.

Seconds later Samantha was thrashing about back and forth upon the bench seat of the booth. Obviously in the throes of orgasm, so much so that even the waitress now stood behind the bar, watching and possibly discussing it with the guy at the counter. When Samantha had sufficiently calmed down, Vickie put away her toy, finished her glass of wine, and sat quietly as Samantha put her self back together, appearing as though nothing had ever happened.

"Thank you for a lovely afternoon!" Samantha said, placing a rather large tip on the table. She immediately slid out of the booth and began to make her way on slightly unstable legs back towards the front of the bar and back out into the Mall.

"I guess you would call that a "Zipless Fuck," Vickie said to herself. There had been no exchange of telephone numbers, no mention of ever meeting up again either.

"Just as well," Vickie said again to herself, now climbing out from behind the table and walking past the two at the bar.

"Thank you," she offered as she passed by the two of them.

"No, THANK YOU!" The guy said smiling, and then raised his half empty glass at her as she exited the bar. Even the bartender was smiling at her.

"Most entertaining experience I've ever had since coming to work here!" she'd added.

Vickie decided not to try and press her luck any longer at the Mall. As she did in fact have a few errands yet to run, she headed off to do just that. So it was that it was early on in the evening with the sun having finally set that she found herself hungry and in need of something to eat before heading off towards home.

Spotting a nearby fast-food restaurant, she decided to swing through the drive-through and then head on home. At the last minute, just before pulling up to the call box to place her order, she saw no other cars ahead, or behind her. As this was a Wendy's, she was reasonably sure that her order would be ready and waiting for her at almost the moment she pulled up in front of the pay window.

Taking one last look about, she reached down and yanked the blouse she was wearing completely over the top of her head, thus leaving her topless with both of her bare breasts prominently displayed. She knew the person who'd taken her order had been a male, so the likelihood of another woman making some issue of her pulling up to the window topless was fairly remote. She then drove around the building, reaching the window just as she saw a young pimply-faced boy ready to take her money for the order. He gasped, looking at her in a total state of surprise and shock as she drove up turned towards him expectantly, holding out her hand with a five-dollar bill extended towards him. He did a double take, realizing this wasn't a dream, and that in fact the woman sitting there in the hot looking sports car was in fact bare-chested, with two of the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen.

"Ah, consider it on the house!" He stammered at her, waving her away to the next window where someone else was already waiting and holding out her dinner to be picked up. The guy at the window must have radioed something ahead, as in the next instant, the second guy was actually sticking his head out the window looking back towards her as she drove up.

"You weren't kidding!" She heard the second kid say into his microphone. And then, "Yeah Charley, it WAS worth the five dollar bet!"

Handing her, her food, Vickie drove away, still topless though she managed to slip her blouse back over her head and conceal her breasts once again before turning back out onto the highway. She smiled to herself. It had been after all a rather fun-filled and interesting day. Heading home finally, she had already begun to think about the sort of things she could do tomorrow. Even then she felt the old familiar gathering of moisture between her legs. She wasn't sure she could wait until she did get home to satisfy herself at least one more time this evening before calling it a day, and did slip a solitary finger inside herself as she drove the rest of the way home to her apartment.

Vickie never had been one to simply sleep in on the weekends. Like every early Sunday morning, she was up and gathering a load of wash to carry down to the apartment complex Laundromat. She enjoyed doing her laundry early for several reasons, one...because she could use two of the washers simultaneously without feeling like she was hogging them. And two because it had become one of her favorite times to sit down and read a spicy-racy novel or book while she waited.

Once Vickie had gathered her dirty clothes together, she then opened up her "Toy-Box" and located her Butterfly vibrator. She liked the way this one attached itself outwardly to her, and was both comfortable as well as stimulating. The sensations weren't as intense as some of her other toys, and generally took a lot longer for her to achieve orgasm, which was fine with her as she generally enjoyed reading and taking her time anyway.

She quickly slipped her legs through the elastic straps and secured the device comfortably against herself and once again took a moment to ensure that it worked properly. She then slipped a pair of shorts on along with a halter-top that barely encompassed her breasts. Vickie stood for a moment longer rummaging through one of the shelves inside the cabinet looking for something to read, and pulled down one of the new books she'd recently purchased entitled "Exhibitionist Wife." She then threw the book on top of the clothes she'd gathered, and headed out of her apartment and downstairs to the laundry room.

She'd just finished sorting out her clothing between the two washers and had settled down in a nearby comfortable chair to read when she saw one of the other tenants who lived there come in. They had seen one another before, and had even acknowledged each other in passing with a nod of their head, and even a word or two spoken between them. But Vickie had never formally met him, or even knew his name.

She watched as he came in carrying a duffel bag full of clothes. He then carried it over to one of the machines and promptly dumped the entire contents of the bag into one washer.

"Don't you wash you're whites and colors separately?" She asked.

"Holy shit!" He said, seeing her sitting there for the first time.

Vickie realized he hadn't even been aware she was there, and upon speaking had surprised him and scared the shit out of him in the process.

She laughed. "I'm sorry, "and remembering she didn't know his name, then asked him.

"Again, I'm sorry for scaring you like that. But I don't even know what you're name is!"

"Robert. Robert Duvall" He said smiling now, though his face was flushed red with a tinge of obvious embarrassment.

"Wow, like the actor?" She questioned seriously.

"Yeah, though I think the spellings different. But mom always liked him as an actor, and since she married a man with the same last name, it was only natural that she then named me after him, well...sort of."

Vickie stood up placing her book down on one of the washers she was using. Robert glanced down at it, quickly scanning the title of the book but said nothing.

"Anyway, you really shouldn't mix whites with colors like that. Your whites will appear dingy and faded from picking up the colors from the rest of your clothing." She also noticed that Robert hadn't brought any detergent with him either, and had already walked over to drop some change in one of the machines to obtain one of their boxes.

"Here, use some of this. It contains bleach in it at least." She casually poured out the required amount of soap into his washer, and then turned it on."

"Thanks," he responded once again. "Admittedly, I don't do my own laundry very often as you can see. Usually my room-mate does it, but she's not here this weekend."

"She?" Vickie asked curiously.

Once again Robert blushed.

"Yes, she. My room-mate."

"So are the two of you intimately involved then? Or is this like the old TV show, "Three's Company", without the third person of course.

"Sort of," he responded sheepishly. "We both see and date other people, but once in a while, we get together too."

"You mean have sex."

Robert continued to blush, but this time nodded his head yes. "Every once in a while, not like all the time though." Vickie noticed that Robert was wearing what appeared to be a jogging outfit.

"You on your way to run this morning I take it?" She asked.

"Ah yeah. Thought I'd throw in a load of clothes, then head off for my morning run. Figured I'd get back just about the time the load was finished."

Once again he looked down at the cover of the book that Vickie had been reading.

"Interesting title," he observed saying. "Not exactly a soft-core romance novel is it?"

Now it was Vickie's turn to blush slightly. "No, not hardly. Pretty Hard-core in fact, but I love reading a nice juicy erotic story, especially while I'm sitting here doing my laundry. Gives me a chance to spend some time and enjoy myself."

She had been standing here talking to Robert the entire time with her butterfly vibrator on of course. The subtle tiny pulsation's hadn't been a distraction to her, just there on the edge of her subconscious reminding her that she was slowly being stimulated.

"So, you and this room-mate of yours have a fairly open relationship then?" She asked, once again steering the conversation back around to where she wanted it to be.

Robert looked at her curiously. "In a way, I guess. Like I said, we do see and date other people, but occasionally yes, we do fool around if that's what you mean."

"Ever fool around with each other's dates?"

That question caught him off guard a little. "Once. Stacy said she'd always wanted to try a threesome, and we'd all been drinking together and were more than a little high from it. My girlfriend at the time was curious about it herself, but then just when things started to get interesting, she chickened out. So we ended up not really doing much of anything except for sitting around naked. But that was pretty much it." Robert laughed remembering, "We broke up soon after that. I think it scared her more than she was willing to admit." He smiled, "What about you? You have a room-mate, or a boyfriend?"

"No. Not really."

And then to his surprise, Vickie proceeded to tell him all about herself, including the fact that she was still technically a virgin, as she'd never had intercourse with a man before. And of her intention of keeping it that way until she found the perfect guy.

"So how will you really know if you've found him or not, especially if you don't test the waters out so to speak?" He asked her questioningly.

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy sex, or even fool around a little. Just not having intercourse. I love masturbation, especially when it's mutual. I'm even masturbating now while we speak!"

Vickie's revelation stunned him into silence. He stood there looking at her with his mouth open, unable to say anything for a few moments.

"You're, you're..."

"Masturbating, yes," she finished for him. "Right at this very moment!"

"No way!"

Vickie quickly turned to ensure that no one else was nearby whom could see her, and quickly unzipped her short-shorts, much to Roberts's amusement and surprise. She quickly lowered them allowing him to see the contraption that she had affixed to herself. A tiny little "butterfly" seemed to be hovering just over her clitoris, held in place by a pair of elastic straps that kept it comfortably positioned.

"See?" She said, looking down at herself, and suddenly feeling an increased flow of moisture between her legs.

"Wow! You really are aren't you!" Robert said then incredulously. And hurriedly looked up to ensure they were still alone.

"So you do this every Sunday morning?" He asked, a quiver of excitement in his voice.

"Yep. Every Sunday!" She said, once again pulling up her shorts and secreting away her humming little toy.

"I think maybe I'll start doing my own laundry on Sundays," he added with a half serious deviously sounding chuckle.

"I'd enjoy that," she said. "Though if you started doing that, I probably wouldn't be able to read any of my naughty books, so you'd probably at least have to do something to provide me with some stimulation while I did."

The smile left his face briefly as he considered what it was she'd just told him. "As in?

"Well, as in maybe playing with you're self for me while I watched, and of course, while you watched me. Now that might be a whole lot of fun, and certainly better than any book don't you think?" Vickie stood looking at the incredulous expression on Robert's face. "So, I guess the question is, would you rather go jogging, or watch me masturbate?"

Robert closed his semi-open mouth, now smiling. And as she looked down at his crotch somewhat pointedly, he then slipped his hands down to lower his sweats over the bulging lump in his briefs.

Vickie once again sat down in her chair, but this time removed her shorts altogether, and sat in such a way that her legs were tucked at the knee and firmly planted within the seat of the chair. Additionally, she spread herself obscenely wide for him allowing a clear unobstructed view of her pussy slit, most of which wasn't covered by the tiny little butterfly vibrator still hovering over her clit.

"Ok," she said. "Now it's you're turn to show me yours." She said in a little girl voice, playing on the old game of "I'll show you mine if you'll sure me yours." The way most kids did when they played curious games together.

Robert finally pulled his briefs down over his large swollen erection. He began to tentatively stroke it while he stood there in front of her.

"No! Do it like you enjoy doing it to yourself when you're alone. Don't just stand there and jack it like that's what I want to sit here and see. Play with it the way you do when you really want to make your self feel good!" She said scolding him. "Otherwise, I'll go back to reading my book, and you can head off for you're morning jog!"

Robert looked for a brief moment at the nearly innocent looking woman sitting below him with her legs spread wide open, and her finger busily squirming and worming about inside herself.

"This is the way I like to make myself feel good," she added suggestively. "So now, you show me how you enjoy doing it!"

Robert began using both hands on himself, the way he sometimes did in the shower, alternating hand-strokes, one on top of the other, sometimes rough, sometimes slow and gentle. But at least he was now playing with his prick honestly the way he privately enjoyed doing it.

"That's better!" Vickie sighed, watching him. And then she reached up, removing her halter-top and began massaging and rolling one of her firm erect nipples between her fingers as she continued to finger-fuck her cunt with her free hand.

"Oh fuck! This is hot!" Robert managed to state between harsh hard breaths.

"Yes it is, isn't it?" She replied.

For several minutes they continued, she sitting, he standing until it became obvious that he was becoming weak in the knees.

"Cum on my tits!" She told him, "Whenever you're ready. I want to feel you're hot spunk landing all over my tits!"

Robert immediately approached her, almost staggering like a drunken sailor as he moved towards her, his fist continuing to fly up and down his turgid shaft, milking it, squeezing it, and urging the cum juice to finally release itself from his swollen tight balls.

"Here...it...cums!" He cried out, moaning and groaning his pleasure as the first jettison of his fluid made its way towards her in a high upwards arch of white ropes of semen. It began to land on her nearly everywhere. White gobs of pearly fluid that attached itself to her breasts, tummy and even landing on her chin where she shook her head laughing in frenzied ecstasy as his prick continued to spew all over her.

Vickie joined him with a sudden release of her own female fluids, which began leaking out from within her clenching, quivering pretty pink cunt. She fingered herself wildly, producing a mixture of frothy white foam that seemed to ooze and bubble inside her pussy with delicious sounding squishy noises that she seemed to intensify and cause to become louder and louder as she continued on fucking herself with her finger.

Robert soon after staggered back near the washer and used it as a prop to steady himself, leaning against it for support, still trying to catch his breath after the incredible orgasm they had just shared together. Likewise, Vickie sat, eyes closed, somewhere along the lines having unclipped her tiny little butterfly, and removing it. Now sitting with her dainty slim finger softly and slowly caressing her still swollen exposed clit.

"That was fucking unbelievable!" He said. "Where'd you get that little toy anyway?"

She opened her eyes, smiling at him, finally lowering her legs back down to the floor though she made no effort to pull her shorts back on, nor replace her halter back over her exquisitely shaped breasts.

"Actually, I have a friend who gives those 'in-home' toy parties. Maybe you've heard of those?" She asked him.

"I think I have...yes. So someone you know goes around with a suitcase full of vibrators and dildo's, shows them at a gathering of horny house-wives, and then sells them right?"

Vickie frowned at him, but it wasn't a serious frown. "Well...sort of. I'm sure a few 'Toy-Parties' are like that. But not the way my girlfriend does it. The parties she throws are far more interesting and exciting than that!"

"Oh really? You know," Robert said wondering aloud. "You might want to talk to my room-mate. She said something a while ago about wanting to host one of those kinds of parties. And she's got a lot of female friends too. I'd be willing to bet your friend would make a killing selling some of those toys."

"Maybe," Vickie offered. "Tell you what. I'll give you my number, and if she's interested. And I mean really interested. Then have her call me and I'll talk to her about it. She might change her mind though after I tell her the way my friend works and how she throws a party."

The washers stopped almost simultaneously, and together they quickly unloaded them and placing the wet clothes inside the dryers.

"Now what?" Robert asked. "We've got about an hour before the clothes finish drying.

"Perfect, I really could use a good cunt licking. And if you do a nice enough job, then you just might get rewarded with an equally nice blowjob."

Vickie hoisted herself atop one of the washers and opened herself up to him once again.

"Here? Just like this?" He asked.

"Just like this," she said. "Besides, it does feel a whole lot naughtier doesn't it?"

And Robert had to agree. It certainly did.

Vickie was surprised when her phone rang early that afternoon.

"Hello?" She said.

There was a brief hesitant pause for a second, and then a very sexy sounding voice responded to her.

"Hi, this is Stacy, Robert's roommate."

"Oh, yes! Robert said that you might be interested in hosting a toy party." Vickie replied enthusiastically. "But I must warn you. My friend doesn't just show up and show a bunch of women vibrators and lingerie and then sit around and giggle about them while she shows them. If that's the kind of women you know who'd be in attendance, then she wouldn't be interested."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Stacy answered honestly. "Just exactly what IS expected?"

"Well, obviously you've heard what goes on at MOST of these parties, or you wouldn't be interested in having one. But what my friend Darla does that no one else does, is require everyone, the moment they arrive to take off all their clothes and put on one of the lingerie items she's brought along with her. So obviously she will need a pretty firm head-count, along with a range of women's various sizes."

"I don't think that will be any problem," Stacy offered. "In fact...that sounds like a hell of a lot of fun!"

"There's more. Darla gives out prizes. Same as any party, but what she does is give the vibrator, nightgown, or whatever to the woman who actually tries out the most toys. She also does the same thing for the woman who actually has the most orgasms during the party."

"You're kidding!" Stacy said into the phone with more than a little doubtfulness that any of her friends would be so bold as to go quite that far.

"Nope. That's the kind of party she gives. And if no one in attendance is willing to go along with that, she doesn't want them there. And if there aren't at least six women who'd be coming, she doesn't even throw the party. So, like I said, you tell me, should I call her and set it up?"

"Let me make a few phone calls first," Stacy said a bit more uncertainly. "I think a few of my friends wouldn't have a problem with that, but I'm not too sure I can get six of us there."

"Four more at least," Vickie added. "With you there, and me, you'd only need at least four more certain ones." But they had all better show, and be willing to participate, or Darla will pack up and leave."

She heard Stacy almost smile on her end of the line. "Four more then," she corrected. "I'll certainly go along with it. Especially after what Robert told me about you and he in the laundry room this morning."

Vickie laughed, "Well maybe next time, it will be you and I down in the laundry room!"

"Count on it!" Stacy responded.

"Well ok, see what you can find out and then give me a call back with hard confirmations. I'll contact Darla after that, and we'll see how soon she can book a party for you."

"I take it she's pretty busy?"

"Constantly. You'd be surprised. But for me, as I am one of her special customers, she might move us up. But I'd have to promise her that it would be worth her while for her to do that."

"I'll get back to you as soon as possible then," Stacy said.

After she'd hung up the phone, she quickly dialed her friend Darla. She had no real concern that Stacy wouldn't find enough women willing to attend, especially after the tone of excitement that she had heard in the Stacy's voice.

"Darla? Hi, it's Vickie. You booked for Saturday?"

Vickie arrived home from work Tuesday night and saw that a message on her phone was waiting for her. She pressed the play key to listen to it.

"Vickie? Stacy. I've got eight total, including yourself. But there's only one problem. It would have to be this Saturday; otherwise we'll have to wait until next month to try again. Anyway, give me a call back and let me know what you find out."

She left her number, and Vickie immediately dialed her back. This time she got Stacy's answering machine, and left the message with her that Saturday was already set up for six in the evening. She left instructions about coordinating with her regarding the women's clothing sizes and told her to ensure she had an ample supply of everyone's favorite drink, as that tended to help lower everyone's inhibitions a little.

On Saturday, Vickie went over to Stacy and Roberts place a little early to help out with preparations.

"After everything Robert told me about you, it's finally nice to actually see you in person," she said.

"Likewise," Vickie said in greeting. "And speaking of which, what did you do with Robert for this evening anyway?"

"Oh, I told him if he even tried to come back before midnight we'd all skin him alive, but he actually considered coming back anyway. And then I told him if he ever wanted to have sex with me again, he'd really better not come back before then...or else!"

"Good...if there's another thing Darla won't tolerate, it's men hanging around or wanting to participate. Though...she also does 'couples' parties, which can get even wilder than these do!"

Stacy grinned. "We'll see how this one goes first," she cautioned. "But if it's anything like you said it is, I'd be willing to bet, some of these gals might actually consider doing a couples party too!"

Stacy had everything pretty much laid out for the party already, so it took them very little time to finish setting things up. She'd made a run to buy all the booze they needed earlier that day, and as Vickie saw, there was a more than ample variety of nearly everything.

They were standing by the bar just outside of the kitchen having fixed them selves a drink when Stacy turned towards Vickie.

"By the way. Just what did Robert tell you about our relationship anyway?"

"Not too much really. Just that the two of you occasionally get together, though I assume that's pretty much just for some added side-fun more than anything else. Oh, and that the two of you once tried to have a little threesome together, but that for whatever reason, it didn't work out."

"He told you about that?" Stacy said incredulously.

"Well, he was pretty aroused at the time. I think he'd have told me just about anything I'd have asked him at that particular moment," Vickie teased. "I take it that was your first and only time with another woman then?" Vickie pressed.

"Yeah. Though as you heard, it didn't work out anyway, so I guess you can say I still haven't experienced that."

"A threesome? Or just being with another woman."

"Both really."

Stacy was much shorter than Vickie was. Her blonde-ish, brown hair was considerably shorter too, but she certainly wasn't smaller in the bust-line department. If anything, her breasts were every bit as large as hers were if not more so. As they both knew they'd soon be stripping off their clothing shortly after Darla's arrival with the various styles of lingerie, neither one had worn anything that would make it difficult to quickly undress. Stacy stood with a simple single piece shift and nothing on underneath it. Her full heavy breasts comfortably pressed against the material, and even with the patterned outline of multi-colored flowers, it was still easily seen that her nipples stood hard and inviting against the thin material of the fabric.

"So let me ask you this then," Vickie said, setting her drink down and moving up behind Stacy where she stood.

"Is the thought of ever being with another woman, even one on one something you might sometime entertain?"

Before Stacy really had a chance to answer her however, Vickie reached around her cupping both of her full heavy breasts in her hands and began softly caressing them, rubbing them gently with her hands.

"I think I'm entertaining that very thought right now!" Stacy purred leaning her head back against Vickie's shoulder.

But before they could do anything further, a loud knock came to the door. "Fuck!" Stacy laughed. "I was just about ready to suggest..." Another knock interrupted that thought.

Vickie still didn't pull away from Stacy however, and continued holding onto the woman's breasts even as she called out. "Come in!"

Almost immediately Darla entered and saw the two of them standing together like that.

"Oh good! And to think I was worried that this party wasn't going to be any fun!"

Only then did Vickie let go of Stacy's breasts and head towards the door to help Darla with the two very heavy looking suitcases she'd just set down. The three women soon carried the cases over to a nearby table and began spreading out several of the sexy looking nightgowns and lingerie that Darla had specifically brought along for this occasion.

"Well, since you are the one hosting this party. You get the first pick of what you'd like to be wearing," she announced to Stacy.

Vickie began rummaging through the sexy fun items as well. Multi colored outfits in varying styles from the sensual to the pure lusty dramatic. Stacy had noticed that Darla had been wearing a long trench coat and offered to take it and hang it up for her.

"I'll wear this just a while yet. I came in my chosen outfit," she told her. "And I like to begin the party by revealing to everyone what I have chosen to wear. It helps to set the mood as well as break the ice so to speak."

"She always does it like that," Vickie told Stacy. "And I love the outfits she chooses. They're always fun and exciting to see!"

Stacy quickly chose a black floor length sheer evening gown that was one piece, but flowed in layers of peek-a-boo lace and sensually patterned designs. It didn't give everything away, but as she moved in it, it did from time to time allow the more intimate portions of her anatomy to suddenly appear briefly before disappearing once again. Thus called the "Peek-a-boo" for that very reason.

Vickie picked an equally revealing but much shorter combination of white clingy satin that adhered to her body like a glove. Her hard pert nipples were clearly defined through the clingy material, outlining every indentation, every tiny little bump of her breasts and nipples. She even fingered her self, causing her breasts to swell more fully as well as hardening her swollen nipples even more rigidly than they were.

"How this?" She asked then twirling about.

"Perfect sweetheart," Darla cooed. "I think between the three of us, that the rest of the girls once they begin to arrive will realize just how fun and exciting this evenings going to be!"

Before long the other women began to arrive, and one by one they saw by Stacy and Vickie's dress that they would indeed be expected to strip and immediately find something equally revealing to wear. Even this was exciting however, and watching one another undress, and then redress in front of each other was done with an initial display of uncertainty and embarrassment which soon turned to a playful naughtiness as they commented, teased, and then complimented each other on how fabulously sexy everyone soon looked.

Simply standing about in the sometimes skimpy, sometimes nearly obscene lingerie, all the while having plenty to drink went a long way to making everyone comfortable and less self conscious about themselves.

"So when is Darla going to show us her outfit?" Barbara asked. A woman who was perhaps the tallest of them there and who had done some minor modeling in a local fashion magazine, and who could have easily passed as a near look-a-like for Cindy Crawford.

"Soon as we're really ready to begin," Vickie responded sliding over to admire Barbara's light-blue 'baby-doll' nighty. "Darla likes to make sure everyone has had plenty of time to have a couple of drinks first, as well as have time enough to meet and talk with everyone they haven't met before or don't know all that well. It helps to further eliminate shyness when things really get going."

Stacy soon introduced Amanda, the last woman to arrive. Amanda had nearly backed out from coming at the last moment. She more than anyone else there was self conscious about her appearance, fairly heavy-set, Stacy had had to cajole her and beg her into coming.

"I'm not sure I can go through with this," Amanda admittedly nervously. She held up a lavender gown that would easily fit her large frame, but even so, the appearance of cutouts for her breasts seemed a little too revealing even for her.

"Come on Amanda," Stacy urged. "I'll help you get into it. We'll go into my bedroom where you can change if you'd feel more comfortable. But I can assure you; you'll look beautiful in this. Trust me! Vickie, why don't you go and get Amanda something to drink!" She winked at Vickie then as though to conspiratorially ensure they needed to get Amanda loosened up in a hurry if she was going to go along with any of this.

An hour later, after several drinks, familiarization of conversation and after any remaining concerns for what was to be expected as well as required had been addressed, everyone there, including Amanda seemed comfortable enough, as well as willing enough to get things started. Only then did Darla finally stand up and remove the lightweight floor-length coat she'd continued to wear up until that moment.

"Ok ladies. For starters then, each of us is to stand up and parade ourselves across the room for the others here to watch and enjoy as we show ourselves off, resplendent in our sexy, sensual apparel."

Darla allowed the coat to open and quickly slip from her shoulders, dropping down onto the floor. For her own outfit, she had worn nothing more than a few strips of soft smooth leather that criss-crossed beneath her breasts, and were studded with shiny steel posts that gave her a harsh, yet demanding attention to what she was wearing. A matching strip ran around her waist and was connected to another thin strap that then ran down between her legs and secured itself to the same strip of her waist from behind. Beyond that, there was very little else of anything that concealed her medium sized breasts. The fact that her pussy was completely shaved stood out in stark contrast to the tiny thin strip of leather that ran up her crotch, barely covering her slit. Even this was studded with tiny posts however in a spectacular design that drew attention to her and made you want to see what it was that tiny strip of leather was trying to hide.

The "Parade of Fashion" as she called it was a cleverly disguised way to strip away any remaining worries of self-consciousness. Even Amanda sashayed across the room with her heavy pendulous breasts hanging out and freely swaying as she crossed the room. Though her face was colored crimson, she was smiling and Darla called everyone's attention to her sensuality and beauty as the layers of chiffon moved and swayed along with her as she moved. Everyone clapped and applauded her catwalk, and it was obvious to everyone then that no more shyness or self-consciousness remained.

"OK everyone, " Darla began. "As you were hopefully all told before arriving here this evening, we're going to play several games, and enjoy several of the toys and items I have brought along with me. For those of you who might still be a little shy," and she paused staring down at a young woman named Kathy who had been even more intimidated by her revealing outfit than anyone, she then continued.

"Vickie, Stacy and myself will be willing participants for this first round for those of you who are as yet a little unsure about sampling some of these products. Also, neither Vickie nor Stacy are eligible for any of the other prizes, as I will be giving them each something special for their participation. For the rest of you...you'll need to earn your gifts!"

Darla sent a stern pointed look about the room at each and everyone there, finally once again focusing down on poor Kathy as she sat blushing furiously. Everyone there broke into laughter as the poor young female was singled out, but then Darla quickly turned the tables on everyone as she then selected Barbara as her first intended victim.

"This fun little vibrator is perhaps the most widely used one of most currently being sold on the market. For those of you who haven't used or tried one as yet, you might want to consider this one as a worthwhile purchase to certainly be included to your collection."

Darla held up the thick, pink-ribbed rubberized penis and switched on the toy by turning the dial attached to the back of the hand-held dildo. Almost immediately it began to slowly move and rotate slightly in the palm of her hand.

Several giggles and whispers could be heard as she held it up for everyone to see and watch, then bade Barbara to be the first to test it out. Either upon herself while everyone watched, for points towards one of the prizes at the end of the evening, or...as she had said for this first round, that Barbara could if she wished, use it instead on anyone of the three willing women instead. To her delight, Barbara took the toy and sat back down in her seat and proceeded to tease herself with the device.

"Excellent!" Darla exclaimed to everyone, and then had Barbara attempt to tell everyone what it was she was feeling, and what it was doing for her. Barbara tried her level best to explain it, but she found herself forgetting what it was she'd just said, or tried to say. Which brought about a great deal of good-natured ribbing and kidding as she sat pleasuring herself in front of everyone with the toy.

One by one, they were all given an opportunity to use it on themselves, or they could if they wished and preferred, to come up and use it on any of the three Darla had previously designated as willing partners. Only Amanda and Kathy took this particular way out for the first round. Amanda hesitantly knelt down in front of her friend Stacy, who knowing her slight embarrassment, willingly spread herself widely in front of her friend and then talked her through the insertion of the toy inside her cunt. Amanda slowly stroked Stacy's pussy with the toy for several moments while she shared with everyone the sensations and feelings that Amanda was busily giving her with the rotating prick.

To everyone's surprise, Kathy had opted to use it on Darla herself. And she too willingly displayed herself, though walking over towards where Kathy sat, and then stood above her, holding open her own pussy as Kathy almost too tentatively inserted the toy up inside Darla's cunt.

"Don't just tease me with it!" Darla told her loud enough for everyone to hear. "Shove it the fuck in!" She demanded. And then as Kathy did, beginning to finally fuck Darla with it, she found herself smiling and fascinated as the toy easily began to slide in and out of the woman's extremely wet pussy.

"That's better!" Darla announced, and even as Kathy continued fucking her with the toy, she then produced another one she had walked over with, and began explaining its particular functions and novelty's to everyone.

"Did I tell you to stop doing that?" She said, once again glaring down at Kathy who was still sitting in front of her. And who had been a little unsure if she was to continue "sampling" the device as Darla had continued on with her explanation of the new toy.

"I might not be in the running for the person having the most orgasms tonight. But it certainly doesn't mean I can't have any!" She proclaimed with a haughty laugh. And that once again set everyone else off to laughing, including Kathy who quickly went back to fucking the woman's cunt with the toy.

The evening continued on with things getting wilder and wilder by the moment. Everyone had by this time 'performed' upon themselves with one of the toys at least. And though it had again taken a good deal of coaxing to get either Kathy or Amanda to finally do so in front of everyone, eventually they did.

"OK, now we're all equals here. And we've all done the 'dirty-deed' in front of one another. So no excuses now. I want to show you the newest toys I've brought along with me. Even Vickie hasn't seen these before yet, so we're going to ask her to be the first to try one and tell everyone what she does, or doesn't like about it. Afterwards, she is going to go around and use it on everyone else and have you tell her...what you like, or don't like about it!"​