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Warning:  This is an adult story, not for those who are too young to
read sexually explicit tales.  If you are too young, or if you are
offended by sexually explicit content, stop reading right here.

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It was only five hours, and Sam's tongue was starting to get numb
already; far too early, but then that's what lack of practice can do
for you.  The tongue in question was slithering gently between the
outer labia of a nude, spread-eagled, young woman through whose gag
only frustrated moans could emerge.  First a long, slow firm stroke
with the tongue that maddeningly avoided the sensitive skin near the
clit, which had been engorged without pause for most of the day so far.
Then the light, gentle brushing strokes that could come closer to that
beautiful red blossom, standing like a queen amidst the robes of its
hood, but never touch, not yet, not for at least a few more hours; she
was far too sensitive at this point for any direct contact, and she
shouldn't come for a while yet, if only Sam's tongue could hold out.
Now back to the labia, with a quick incursion inside, and out again,
and dance back and forth between them.  Now a slow circular motion to
rest those tired muscles that move it side-to-side, and now...

Now the damned phone rang.  Sam started, and the sudden motion was too
much.  The woman on the bed bucked and thrusted, and Sam knew there
would be no turning back now.  Somehow, she got some traction--perhaps
those ropes were too loose?--and propelled her crotch against Sam's
face, coming in rich, wet gasping waves that went on and on, bringing
her off a full two hours before she was usually allowed her release.
When her last shudders had subsided, Sam straightened up -- _Well,
that's just great!  The whole day shot to hell!_ -- and noticed that
the phone had stopped ringing, and the sound of somebody talking to
the answering machine was barely audible over the breathless panting.
Sam, irritated, grabbed the phone and yelled, "What the hell do you
want?  You insensitive bastard, you've made my girlfriend come!"

The voice on the other end of the line was quiet, bewildered.  "You
mean, that's not a _good_ thing?"  it asked.  Sam stiffened.  That
voice was a familiar one, and what it portended was clear.

"Bill!" she exclaimed.  "I'm sorry, I -- What are you up to?  It's been
way too long!"  She recognized at once the voice of her first lover,
the man with whom she'd discovered her passion for the art of sex, and
who, she had found, held that passion second to his love of tinkering.
After a very amicable break-up, she had gone on to other things more to
her taste.  One example of such taste, the young brunette woman tied on
the bed, was still gasping, and had a very good taste indeed, some of
which was still oozing onto the towel strategically placed under her
still-quivering thighs.  That was Mary Ellen Pennyworth, as sweet and
innocent a submissive as ever ground her crotch screaming into another
woman's face.  It would, Sam figured, be another few minutes before her
eyes uncrossed enough that she would be able to take part in any
coherent conversation, so she left the young woman tied to the bed as
she continued her chat with Bill.

"Listen, darling," Bill was saying, "I stumbled on an idea at work, and
thought of you.  I was wondering if it would be convenient for me to
visit some time soon and show you what I was working on.  I thought it
might help overcome some of the problems you mentioned when we were
together."  That, Sam thought, didn't bode well; she hoped he wasn't
thinking of some silly let's-get-back-together scheme.

"Well, I don't know; you know, I'm in a relationship with somebody now,
so I don't know how well this would work..." she let her voice trail
off, wondering if she wanted him to convince her.

"Terrific!  That will be just great.  How is next weekend?"

"I think that will work.  We don't have anything planned.  You know how
to find the place?"  They chatted a few more minutes, then hung up.

Meanwhile, Mary Ellen had come back to herself, and was making small
muffled noises under her gag to indicate that she wouldn't mind being
untied now.  It was too bad, Sam thought regretfully; the phone call
had come just at the wrong time.  Still, it didn't look like her orgasm
was exactly a disappointment.  She slid onto the bed, and began untying
her partner, starting with the gag and blindfold.

"Who was that?" asked Mary Ellen, as soon as she could talk.  "And why
did he call now?  Didn't we have about another two hours to go?"

"Yeah, just about, but he didn't know.  That was an old friend of mine,
and he's going to come visit next weekend.  Don't worry, he's cool, so
there won't be any problems."

"Is he kinky?"

Sam had to laugh.  "Oh, yes, he's kinky all right.  You don't know how
kinky he can be.  That's not a problem.  The only problem I have with
this whole thing is whether you'll be okay with it.  I don't even know
for sure if there's going to be any sex.  That's the main reason I was
uncertain about inviting him; I don't want the whole weekend shot.  But
it sounds like you'll be game for anything he'll be game for, and if he
doesn't want to play, maybe we can get a little play time in during the
evenings or something like that."

Mary Ellen beamed.  "I think he'll want to play, all right."

                                  #

The week passed quickly, as work weeks should but rarely do, and before
they knew it, Friday afternoon was on them, and Bill's car was due in
less than an hour.  "So," Mary Ellen asked as they drank iced tea and
waited, "What does Bill do for a living anyway?"

"He was in electronics; he was working, I think, on prosthetics, you
know, things to replace limbs for paraplegics, things like that.  He
said there was a lot of fancy electronics in the newer products they
have now.  It seemed kind of boring to me, though, so I didn't pay a
lot of attention."

"So, why is he coming to visit?"

"I'm not quite sure; he said it was something to do with a project he'd
been working on.  I don't quite know what that means, but he said it
was going to be the best sex we'd ever had.  Even assuming he was
exaggerating some, that does sound interesting."  She shrugged.  "I
don't know how you make an artificial leg sexy, but if it's anything
too weird we can just tell him to go away."  At just about that point,
the two women heard the sound of a car in the distance.  Their house
was in a rural area, where many of the homes were former ranches or
farm houses; they'd chosen this area for privacy, and as a result it
was easy to hear any car coming their way.  Soon they saw a silver
sedan coming into sight.

The car pulled up in front of the house, and Bill got out.  He was just
as Sam remembered him, just over six feet tall with brown hair; perhaps
a little more gray in the brown now, but still in shape, and still the
same sparkle in those soft friendly brown eyes.  As he waved, they
started walking toward him, and he bent over to get a box out of the
car; it was about a foot and a half along each side and marked with a
sticker that said THIS END UP.  _Too small to be a prosthetic leg, I
think_, Sam thought.  _Maybe it's some kind of dildo?_  Aloud, she
said, "Bill, it's been too long.  Can I help you carry that?  What are
you up to?"

"Sam!  It's so good to see you again!  And this must be, what was it,
Mary Ellen?"

"That's right, Bill, meet Mary Ellen, my lover."  It sounded strange to
her, saying _my lover_ like that; in this part of the country, they
were roommates.  "Mary Ellen, of course this is Bill."  She wondered
how best to return to the subject of what was in the box, but before
she could ask, Mary Ellen spoke up.

"What's in the box?"  _Well,_ thought Sam, _that's one way to do it._

"It's got to do with my research, and I thought I would bring it inside
and explain a little bit about it before I showed you the stuff.  Trust
me, this is going to blow your minds.  This is the device that's going
to make me rich."  And with that, he wouldn't say another thing until
he got the suitcase out from the trunk and carried it and the
mysterious box inside.  They would just have to wait.

They'd shown him to his room, got his suitcase put away, shown him
where the bathroom was, and all the other little things people do with
guests, and were dying of curiosity when they sat down in the kitchen
with Bill and the mysterious box.  "Well," Bill began, "it has to do
with the work we're doing on re-connecting severed nerves.  There are
several lines of research, and one of the ideas our group was working
on was, instead of re-growing nerves, we would transmit an impulse from
one part of the body to another.  So, for a paraplegic, we would take
the nerve impulse from the leg, and find the place in the spinal cord
where the nerve pathway was disrupted, and transmit the nerve impulse
to the proper place above the break in the spinal cord, so that the leg
would feel sensations and respond to commands just as if the nerve had
not been severed.  We spent a long time on this, and had managed to
decode the ways nerves send impulses, and even got a system set up to
fire nerves in particular ways at a spot.  We'd also developed an
extensive set of artificial nerves, so that we could generate
sensations that we could pass along, to allow people who had lost a
limb to get genuine sensations from a prosthetic.  But we had trouble
transmitting to nerves inside the spinal cord.  Our equipment was
fairly small, as it had to be, so it could deliver an extremely precise
impulse to a spot, even under the skin, but the spinal cord blocks it.
Of course, we're working on a way around it, but then I had this
wonderful idea."

He paused, and beamed at them.  From past experience, Sam knew that he
thought he'd explained everything fairly well, so knew not to ask for
any explanation of what he'd been blathering on about.  "So," she
asked, "what was this wonderful idea of yours?"

Bill smiled even more, and said, "I present to you: The Ultimate
Dildo!"  He reached into his box and pulled out something that looked
like an ordinary dildo, but with a mass of wires coming out from under
the scrotum.  Sam and Mary Ellen stared at it, nonplussed.  There was a
long uneasy silence.

Sam broke the silence first by asking, "So, what does it do?  I mean,
what's this dildo got that any other dildo doesn't have?  Do these
nerve things of yours make it vibrate better, or what?"

"No!  It doesn't vibrate at all.  You're missing the _point_!"

"And that would be...?"

"The dildo transmits nerve impulses.  You could feel what the dildo
feels!  I attach this to you--" at this point, Bill reached into his
box and pulled out an odd object that looked somewhat like an odd lumpy
flapjack, "-- and you feel what the dildo feels!  It's like having your
own penis!"  Sam and Mary Ellen stared at the dildo and the flapjack,
nonplussed.  There was a long uneasy silence.

It was Sam who spoke first.  "Bill, have you... well, been reading too
much Freud lately?  I mean, this whole thing about women wanting a
penis, well, it's pretty much discredited, you know?"  She felt, more
than saw, Mary Ellen duck her head and turn away to hide a laugh.  In
fact, the two of them had played with a double dildo, but neither had
been very pleased with it, and had gone on to try other toys instead.

But Bill looked somewhat disappointed, almost hurt.  _Oh, well,_ she
sighed internally, _I suppose it can't hurt to give it a try._  Aloud,
she said, "Well, I suppose we can try this.  All right, Mary Ellen, go
to the bedroom.  Get ready!  Now!"  Mary Ellen, a slight blush forming,
darted off.  "Now," she said to Bill, "How do I attach this to myself?"

"Well, you'd better let me do the attaching.  I mean, the wiring and
all the receptors and transmitters are kind of complicated--"

"Fat chance, buddy," she laughed.  "You lost your chance to fiddle
around with me down there years ago, and you haven't won it back yet.
You'll show me how to do it, or you can put your toys back in the box
and spend a nice platonic weekend here with us and see the local
sights.  Which way will it be?"

He looked disappointed, but accepted with, she thought, relatively good
grace.  "All right," he said, and held up the lumpy flapjack.  "This is
the part that transmits the nerve impulses to your nerves.  You should
attach it at your crotch.  There are some parts of your body that need
to line up with some parts of the receiver if you want the sensations
to work out right, but that shouldn't be too hard."  He then went into
a long explanation of the various bits of the flapjack; this part had
to rest right where the top of the clit was, this part needed to be put
between the upper labia just below the clit, and a little pair of flaps
were inserted between the pussy lips.  She noticed that the flapjack,
or receiver, or whatever, was slightly stretchable, and thicker than it
looked.  It felt like there were many tiny intricate parts sealed
inside the molded rubber, or plastic, or whatever it was made of.
After his explanation, she took off her pants and panties -- he was a
good enough friend to look, if not to touch -- and gently attached the
flapjack as she had been shown.  He was a gentleman about it, only
making suggestions on how to get everything connected, without trying
to adjust it himself.

"Now," said Bill, "hold the transmitter -- the penis part -- yourself
if you want to.  I'm going to connect the cable from it to the receiver
and then anything that touches the transmitter will cause an identical
sensation in your crotch."  So saying, he took a flat cable from his
box, and hooked one end of it into the mass of wires and things near
the back of the dildo's scrotum, and handed the dildo to her.  As she
took it, he took the other end of the cable, and put it up near the
flapjack-thing that was covering her bikini area.  He found the place
and plugged it in.  "Now, there's a power switch here; it takes six AAA
batteries, and brace yourself!"  He pushed on something, and she heard
a click and suddenly a tingle ran the length of her crotch.  She waited
for a moment, but then nothing else happened.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"What did you feel?"

"Just a funny sensation down there for an instant, and then nothing."

"Try blowing air gently on the transmitter," he suggested.

She gently directed a stream of air at the fake cock, then had a hard
time of hiding her startled response.  It had felt like air was blowing
in a cool stream on her clit!  She hoped she hadn't started too visibly
and that he couldn't detect any evidence of her arousal.  "Wow," she
said, and somewhat nervously reached to touch the shaft lightly with
her hand.  When her fingers touched the penis, she seemed to feel tiny
elfin fingers probing gently around her clitoral hood.  If she moved
her fingers up and down, the tiny elfin fingers seemed to do the same.

"That's pretty impressive!  How does it work again?"  she asked him.

"Well, essentially the whole dildo surface is covered with lots of tiny
sensors.  Whatever they sense, they transmit to the receiver.  That
takes the sensation and transmits it directly to one of the nerves that
corresponds to the point on the dildo.  I've wired it so the whole cock
corresponds to the clit and the hood, and the balls send feelings to
your pussy lips.  It's also set to make warm sensations feel warm, and
cold sensations feel cold, and so forth.  It's really quite
sophisticated."

_I'll bet_, she thought.  "So, can I hurt somebody on the receiver by
hurting the transmitter?"

"Not the way it's set now; if you held a lit match to the transmitter,
only a slight warmth would come through the receiver.  Also, pinching
or biting would only give a slight pressure feeling.  But you could
adjust the sensitivity so that it would pass pain on much better.  And
there is a safety limit; it's set so you can't do nerve damage to the
nerves stimulated by the receiver."  He showed her a slider on the
flapjack near where the cable was attached.  "That mark is where it was
set when we started; to make it pass on more intense feelings, slide it
toward this side."  He demonstrated.  "At the far right end, you could
feel some serious pain sensations.  At the other end, you'd feel nearly
numb down there."

"Okay, I think it's working.  Now, you stay right here, and don't get
into any trouble.  I'll be back in an hour or two.  Wait a minute --
what's that?"  She had just noticed something else in the toy box.

Bill reached over and pulled it out.  "It's an alternate transmitter.
I was going to show it to you, but you seemed taken with that one."

It was, she saw, a plastic pussy.  It looked like somebody had taken
one of those "realistic inflatable companions" and removed the crotch,
except that the color was not lifelike.  With a sudden surge of
amusement, she noticed that the pussy's shape was much like her own.
"So, what were you going to do with this?" she asked him, feigning a
roguish amusement.  "Just keeping yourself busy while we girls played
by ourselves?  Or were you hoping we might let you get hooked up with
this machine?"  In fact, she thought he probably would get hooked up
with Mary Ellen and herself, but she also figured it wouldn't be wise
or necessary to let him know it.  Besides, he was usually fun to tease.

He just shrugged, a little amused.  "Maybe.  But I knew you liked all
different kinds of genitals, so I figured it wouldn't hurt if I brought
along a variety to entertain you.  After all, you could get hooked up
to that one, too.  And there's another receiver in the box; I have two
receivers in case we wanted to get more than a few people involved."

"Well, I'll just take that.  I'll get back to you after we try out this
thing, and if it works as well as it might, you just might have a big
nice surprise waiting for you.  You'll be okay?  Because Mary Ellen and
I aren't likely to be back any time soon.  Enjoy!"  She smirked, winked
teasingly at him, and bounced off, holding her cock by the base, to the
bedroom where Mary Ellen, if she knew what was good for her, was
waiting, naked, lying on the bed.  As she walked, she could feel the
air of the hallway moving past the plastic cock in her hand, and it was
cool on her labia and clit hood.  She felt herself moisten in
anticipation and hoped her receiver was moisture-proof.

                                  #

When Sam arrived, Mary Ellen, as instructed, was nude on the bed,
facing up, with her weight on her bent elbows and knees, her wrists and
ankles crossed underneath her.  Her head was thrown back so that she
could see the wall and her hair draped the pillows in a fan.  Sam
smiled, locked the door, and set the dildo on the dresser.  "Good girl,
honey," she purred.  "You're beautiful.  Now, don't move while we get
you all fixed up nice and tight."  She bent down and got the cuffs from
their place under the bed, and affixed Mary Ellen's wrists and ankles
so she could not move from her pose.  Unnecessary, as she knew Mary
Ellen could voluntarily hold the pose for hours, but the cuffs were a
pleasant symbolic ingredient in the bondage.  She dipped beneath the
bed again, emerging with the blindfold, but not the gag.  She had an
idea, and it was an idea that the gag would have interfered with.

She sat down next to Mary Ellen on the bed, and smiled down at her,
admiring the beautiful arch of her back, the delicate curve of her
small breasts, ribcage, and stomach, the smooth flesh of the neck and
the way her tender ears lay open and vulnerable to a quick nibble,
kiss, or lick.  She saw the compact muscles in the thighs holding the
beautiful round buttocks above the mattress, the light dusting of the
pubic triangle that she would have to shave again soon.  Sam's smile,
a powerful, controlling smirk, was imperfectly mirrored in Mary Ellen's
nervously excited smile.  Gently, Sam placed the dildo base down on the
floor to free her right hand.  This had to be done carefully -- she
didn't know what it would feel like if she knocked over the dildo or
stepped on it, and wasn't sure she wanted to find out.   She leaned
gently over and lightly brushed her lips across Mary Ellen's.  The
helpless brunette closed her eyes in anticipation, and Sam gently
placed the blindfold over her eyes without breaking the kiss.  As she
pulled the straps of the blindfold tight, she began running her tongue
up and down Mary Ellen's lips with a gentle, teasing stroke, and heard
her submissive give a tight, nervous sigh.  Their kiss grew deeper as
she ran the fingernails of her left hand down Mary Ellen's chin,
lightly over the throat, down the breastbone, and did a tenuous,
butterfly-soft circle over the tight belly and around the navel.  Their
tongues fluttered softly and with increasing passion.

At last they broke the kiss, and Sam straightened her back.  _Now_, she
thought, _let's see about this gadget._  "Mary Ellen," she said, and
placed her left hand so that the fingernails were just barely touching
the bound woman's buttocks, "have you ever given a man a blow job?"
She knew the answer, of course, and Mary Ellen responded as she'd known
she would.

"No, Mistress."

Sam's left hand caressed Mary Ellen's buttocks with a light, teasing
touch.  She felt the strong gluteus muscles tense involuntarily as she
moved her fingers in widening circles.  "Of course not, darling.  But
you will, now, for me.  Open.  Do it now."  She put just a touch of
steel in her voice, in the tone that she knew made her sub's knees a
little more shaky.  Obligingly, Mary Ellen opened her mouth, and at the
same time spread her knees a little further apart.  Sam brought her
left hand up and, with the same nearly intangible touch, began stroking
the bound woman's lower belly and sweeping the tips of the nails over
the sensitive, ticklish areas at the upper corners of the pubic
triangle.  The delicate scent in the air told her how profoundly
aroused this was getting Mary Ellen.  With her right hand, she reached
down to grab the dildo.  She started as she felt miniature fingers grab
the base of her clitoral hood, and had to keep from scratching Mary
Ellen's belly in surprise.  She adjusted her grip on the dildo, and
brought it slowly to Mary Ellen's pretty, open mouth.

The sub's breath on the artificial cock seemed to puff warmly around
her clit and hood.  "Stick out your tongue," she said, and then gently
laid the tip on the wet pink tongue.  The sensation was indescribable.
_Might as well give it a good test,_ she thought, trying not to gasp as
the warmth mingled with her own pussy juices.  "Suck it!  Very lightly,
no teeth," she ordered, and had to bite down a scream.  Mary Ellen's
mouth closed around the head of the dildo, and it was as if a tiny
little mouth, only slightly bigger than her clitoris, had begun sucking
at it.  When Mary Ellen moved her lips up and down the shaft of the
penis, the tiny mouth lips moved up and down her clit.  And when Mary
Ellen swirled her tongue around the head -- well, it took all her self-
control to keep from collapsing into an orgasmic heap.

Some of the tremendous excitement she felt, surely, must be due to the
sheer novelty of the experience; after all, she'd had her pussy tongued
many times before this.  But somehow this was different.  She didn't
know if it was the sight of Mary Ellen's mouth on the dildo moving in
synchrony with the incredible sensations she felt that made it so good,
or if it was the sheer novelty, or if the greater size of the dildo
made it possible to apply pressure with much greater precision to
different parts of the clit, or what.  But it sure felt good.  She
wondered for a moment how the sensation of suction was produced.  Was
this thing on her crotch really sucking on her clit the way it felt?
Not trusting her voice, she opened Mary Ellen's mouth with her left
hand.  The obedient sub promptly opened and she removed the dildo.
When she felt that her voice was under control, she said, "That was
very good.  Now, again, and this time less suction and don't do all
that licking."  As her sub began giving her a blow job, she noted with
regret that the position Mary Ellen was in prevented her from trying to
deep-throat her.  Well, she thought as she gave herself over to the
sensation, there's always another day.  That was about the last
coherent thought she was to have for quite some time.

                                  #

Sam didn't remember untying Mary Ellen, but she must have, since her
sub was untied, blindfold removed, and lying naked in the bed next to
her.  As she got groggily out of bed, Sam examined the door to the room
reflexively; sure enough, it was still locked.  She looked down, and
saw that she'd taken off the flapjack thing, and disconnected it from
the dildo, and, as far as she could tell, turned it all off, but she
didn't remember doing any of those things.  _My,_ she thought, _It's
amazing how forgetful you can be when you're having fun._  As she got
out of bed and headed toward the bathroom, she wondered about washing
the toys off afterwards; probably it would not hurt them to wash the
parts that touched skin in water, but all the jacks and knobs and
things were probably a different story.  She made a note to ask Bill
about it later, and got ready to face the day.

As she was getting dressed, she wondered about Bill; they hadn't said
anything to him since dashing off to try out the toys.  Well, he was a
big boy and they'd shown him where his room was, so he could presumably
deal with going to bed without help.  While looking for her shoes, she
saw Mary Ellen get up and move groggily toward the bathroom.  The sight
reminded her that she hadn't done anything last night for Mary Ellen.
When the younger brunette was out of the bathroom, she touched her
shoulder.  "Say, honey, last night... Did you enjoy it?  I didn't mean
to be selfish."

"Oh, no," Mary Ellen smiled.  "I had a good time.  After you fell
asleep, I got myself off about six times.  But I'm going to try that
thing out myself, and soon!  It looked like a lot of fun, and you
aren't going to be the only to to enjoy it."

As they left the room, Sam noticed with some surprise that it was
already after 10:00, and wondered what Bill would think of the way they
had ignored him after he got in yesterday, and then slept late.  But,
it seemed, they need not have worried; as they got to the living room
there was no sign that Bill was even awake yet, let alone feeling
neglected.  They started breakfast, and as the coffee was making, they
heard a few signs of life from the direction of Bill's room.  _Poor
guy,_ thought Sam, _that drive must have taken more out of him than I
thought.  I guess he needed the sleep as much as we did._

"Morning, sleepy!" said Mary Ellen.  "Did you sleep well?"

As Bill came out in his bathrobe, he smiled at her.  "Good morning!
Yes, it was wonderful, thanks.  I guess I was more tired than I
thought.  I'm going to take a shower, so please save some breakfast for
me."  Mary Ellen came back with some reply that Sam didn't hear, as her
mind had already started to wander.

_I wonder,_ she thought.  _Is there any polite way to tell a house
guest that you want him to get lost because you want to use his sex
toys to fuck your girlfriend silly?  I can't think of one.  I wonder
what the great etiquette experts would suggest._  The mental image of
asking Miss Manners or Amy Vanderbilt was almost funny enough to make
her laugh out loud.  In response to a puzzled look from Mary Ellen, she
explained her thought, which, together with her mental image of the
prim Miss Manners considering whether it would make a difference if
they were to give Bill money for a movie and clean the sex toys after
the act, set them to laughing.  They were still chuckling over it when
Bill got out of the shower, looking cleaner and more awake.

"Listen," he said apparently unaware he was solving their problem, "I
don't mean to be rude, but I wonder if you'd mind if I spent a little
time to myself today?  Last night as I was going to sleep, I had a
thought about improving the device, and I would like to pursue it.  I
don't need any equipment, just my laptop, and I would spend the day in
my room working out a few design elements.  Of course, if you have any
thoughts on how it could be made better, I'd be happy to hear them;
after all, that's one of the reasons I came."

Sam and Mary Ellen traded glances.  "Sure," said Sam.  "No problem.
And I did have a thought about your machine."

"Great!  What was it?"

"Well, it seemed to me that the only receiver you've made is for a
woman to wear.  Have you thought about making a receiver that would fit
around a guy's cock?"

"No," Bill said, looking surprised.  "That's an interesting idea."

"Well, it seemed to me as many men are interested in knowing how it
would feel to be a woman as there are women who want to know what it
would feel like to have a cock, so it seemed like there would be a good
market for that.  Just something to think about.  Anyway, have fun
doing your design.  And, oh, we'll be shopping sometime later today, so
is there anything you'd like us to pick up?"

"Nope, I'm just fine.  Thanks!"  And Bill wandered off back into the
room he'd slept in.

"Huh," said Sam, bemused.  "That's odd, but I suppose I don't mind,  I
mean, Bill was never the kind of guy you had to spend a lot of time
entertaining, but I didn't think he'd want to spend all day in a room
by himself."

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," Mary Ellen laughed.  "I don't
mind how busy he gets as long as we get to play with his toys a bit
more.  Come on, I want to try wearing the receiver!"  The two went back
to the main bedroom smiling in anticipation.

                                  #

It was amazing.  The first thing they'd tried was putting the receiver
on Mary Ellen, and wrapping the dildo in a condom.  Mary Ellen had
loved it, claiming that the opening of the condom felt like a tiny
little rubber band wrapped around the base of her clit.  Then they had
gone to the free sex stories archive at asstr dot org, and found a
number of stories for inspiration, and gone through many of them.
Then, they had taken the pussy transmitter and attached it to the
receiver, and then taken turns seeing what it was like to lick the
pussy transmitter.  Each woman had eaten herself out while her lover
gave her a back rub, which was the kind of thing nobody had ever
bragged of to Sam's knowledge.  And when she'd hooked Mary Ellen up to
the receiver and connected it to the dildo, she'd masturbated with the
dildo and got them both off at the same time.  She'd also made a note
to herself that they should see about making the receiver pick up the
signals from both the penis and the pussy at the same time, so that
whoever wore the receiver could feel the dildo fucking the pussy and
the pussy getting it from the dildo simultaneously.  _Talk about "go
fuck yourself"_, Sam thought.

It was going to revolutionize sex.  And she made another note; a
receiver that fit over the nipple would be great.  You'd get somebody
to suck on the cock, and you'd feel a tiny little mouth working away on
your nipple, or you'd feel what it would be like to fuck somebody with
a nipple.  Maybe even a nipple transmitter.  And an anal receiver.  So
you could take it up the ass as hard or as soft as you wanted, but not
ever have to worry about any risk of infection or internal damage.

So they were taking a break, and Sam had written all this stuff down,
and was on her way to wash the stuff off before starting another round
of "research."  That was when the idea occurred to her.  After all, she
thought, Bill had seemed awfully tired that morning, and he hadn't been
as excited as she had thought by the suggestion of the male receiver,
so the idea was almost natural.  But before she acted on it, she had to
talk to Mary Ellen.  She washed the toys off thoroughly, then went back
to the bed.

"Listen, sweetheart," she said.  "I know it's soon, and you haven't had
much chance to get to know Bill yet.  But I was wondering how you felt
about..."

"You mean about whether I wanted to fuck him?"

Sam had to smile.  "Yes, basically."

Mary Ellen gave that sweet smile that looked so innocent.  "Sure.  I
think he'd be a lot of fun."

"I _thought_ you'd think that.  Listen, we're going to try an
experiment."

"What, _another_ one?"

"Yeah, but not what you think.  Come on, put on your cut-offs and a
t-shirt and let's go."  Sam slipped on a short skirt and a t-shirt, and
the two women slipped down the hall.  Sam motioned for silence, then
turned the sensitivity way up.  They got outside the door to Bill's
room, and Sam gestured again to Mary Ellen that silence was important.

Mary Ellen, bless her heart, didn't make a sound when Sam bit down on
the dildo, hard.  And through Bill's door, they both clearly heard a
short yelp of surprise.  Mary Ellen's eyes widened, first from the
unexpected pain, then from the realization of what that yelp meant.
The two women stifled a laugh.  At a gesture from Sam, Mary Ellen began
to fellate the dildo, and the two listening women heard a sigh from
within the room.  Sam put her hand lightly on the doorknob and made a
tentative turn.  The door was unlocked, and Bill was likely not to be
watching.  She gestured _follow me_ to Mary Ellen, and burst into the
room.

Sure enough, there was Bill, lying nearly naked on the bed, covered
only by a large rubber apparatus over his cock and balls.  "Aha!  I
_knew_ it!"  Sam shouted.  " 'Working out a few design elements,' my
ass!"

Bill tried to play it innocent.  "What do you mean?  That's what I'm
doing."

Sam realized he was going to try to pretend that the gadget on his cock
wasn't a receiver for their transmitters, probably using radio waves
instead of a physical cable.  "Mary Ellen," she suggested to her
partner, "bite down on that dildo real hard.  Especially, oh, about
_here_."  She gestured toward the rubber scrotum of the dildo.

Bill flinched.  "No!" he shouted, and began frantically working at the
apparatus covering his apparatus, so to speak.

Mary Ellen gave him a reproving look as she lowered the dildo.  "You
know," she said, "if you'd wanted a three-way with us, you only had to
ask."

"Really?" said Bill, looking slightly less ashamed of himself.

"Really," said Sam, trying not to laugh.  "Now, tell the truth; what
else is here that you haven't told us about?"

"Well," said Bill, seeming much happier now that he wasn't in immediate
danger of assault, "there really isn't much else.  But I did do a
little research with the recorder."

"Oh, no!  No recording!  You are _not_ recording us!"

"Well," suggested Mary Ellen, almost shyly, "at least not until after
we discuss royalties...?"  The two women glanced at each other.  Now
that, Sam thought, was an interesting idea.  They could be the world's
first stars of a porn recording for the genital nerves.  "Well," she
said, "maybe we can talk...but you owe us one for not telling us about
any of this stuff, Bill.  You owe us big time."

Bill looked hopeful and horny at the same time.  "Maybe we could, um,
talk about it in bed?"

                                  #

They cut a nice deal in the end.  Indeed, "in the end" literally, as it
happened that Bill had had an anal fetish.  He said that it was quite
an experience, having Mary Ellen sodomize herself with the well-
lubricated dildo while she and he both felt the sensations and ate
Sam out.  After that, Sam wore the receiver and ate Mary Ellen while
Bill worked the dildo up his own ass.  It was, she thought, quite an
experience, feeling what anal sex was like from the penetrating side.
And on Sunday, the two women went back to the toys while Bill finalized
as many patent applications as he could.  It was, after all, going to
make them all ridiculously wealthy.

                               The End
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