Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing August 2
Monday - Debbie surprised us by arriving just before Jon left for work. Jon
greeted her at the door saying, "You're keen aren't you, can't wait to get rid
of all that horrible hair then." Debbie looked a little bit embarrassed as Jon
said good-bye and left. We had some breakfast and then I said, "Come on then
girl, get 'em off." We both laughed as Debbie whipped off her top and skirt. She
hadn't been wearing any underwear. The no bra had been obvious but with a lose
skirt it's never easy to tell.
Debbie was now as naked as I was, and I invited her to come and have a look at
the punishment room while I got the Sonique depilatory machine out. When Debbie
first saw what was in the punishment room she just stopped dead in her tracks
and said, "What the hell's all this?" I explained it all to her but she said
that she couldn't understand how the 'fucking machine' worked. I told her that I
guaranteed that it did, and that I'd show her it in action after we'd got rid of
all that hair. As I said that I lightly ran my fingers over her pubic hair.
The next question was where were we going to perform the operation. I suggested
outside on the grass, but Debbie said that it was a bit 'fresh' for her at that
time of the morning, so we settled for the conservatory. I got lots of cushions
and put them on the floor for her. Debbie had trimmed her pubes so that they
were all about a quarter of an inch long, which made it easier for me. I
suggested that I started with the hairs inside and round her lips saying that I
wanted to get them out before she got too wet. Debbie said that she wouldn't get
wet, but I just said, "You will girl."
I must say that it took a lot longer for me to see and smell her juices than I'd
thought. It was about an hour, just before I was ready for a break. Debbie has a
nice pussy, not a very big clit though, and just to let her know that I knew she
was 'warming-up', I quickly slipped a finger in and then out of her hole and
then said, "Told you so, come on, let's have a coffee." Debbie had gasped a bit
as my finger went into her, and then she looked a bit embarrassed as we got up
and went into the kitchen. Nothing was said about it over coffee, but when she
got back onto the floor and spread her legs I could see that her natural
chemistry had taken over and all her pussy lips very wet.
As I started with the machine again I told her all about my last trip to the
doctor's when there had been the couple of student doctors there and I'd cum in
the middle of being examined. Debbie (and me) was laughing about it, but at the
same time her pussy was getting wetter.
By late morning I'd just about got all round her lips done and had got some of
the front done. My back was aching and I needed a break so we went for a walk
round the garden, then upstairs to the punishment room. Debbie asked where it
got its name from so I climbed onto the 'whipping-T' and put myself into the
position that I was often in. Debbie said that the 'fucking machine' part now
made more sense, but that she would never let anyone beat her like that. She
couldn't understand when I tried to explain that although the pain was bad, it
really tuned me on, and that I often had an orgasm just through the pain.
When she said that she still couldn't understand, I offered to let her watch the
next time Jon punished me. I told her that I was sure that Jon wouldn't mind,
but she wasn't sure. We went back down to the conservatory to start again, but
it was so hot in there that Debbie asked if we could move out onto the patio.
We'd been at it for about an hour when I heard the side gate open. Trevor had
come to cut the grass. Debbie was startled and tried to get up until I told her
that it was only a 15-year-old lad who had come to cut the grass. I think that
her state of sexual excitement had a bit to do with it, and she quickly relaxed
as I told her about the times that Trevor had seen me naked and perhaps done
things to my body without me knowing who was doing them. Debbie said that I had
an amazing life.
Trevor got on with his job and I got on with mine. There was very little
conversation with Trevor (probably because he couldn't get a word in with Debbie
and me rabbiting on), but whenever I looked at him he seemed to be looking at
us. It took Trevor twice as long to cut the grass as it used to take me, but
there again what would you expect from a 15-year-old boy in that situation.
It was the middle of the afternoon when I finally finished and let Debbie
examine her now permanently bald pussy. She said that it reminded her of the
times she'd had to use communal showers at junior school and there had only been
one or two of the girls who had had hair by then. We both laughed and went for
the martini bottle.
After a couple of drinks I asked Debbie if she wanted to have a go on the
'fucking machine'. She said that she wasn't sure so I said that I'd show her
how it worked first, then let her decide. We took our glasses and the bottle and
went upstairs. I got a couple of chairs and rigged everything up and switched
the motor on. I then climbed up, strapped my wrists together and hooked them
onto the rope. My arms were going up and down, but my legs were supporting my
weight and keeping my pussy above the dildo. The anticipation had lubricated my
pussy so I didn't have any problems as I lowered myself onto the dildo as I
looked at Debbie. Her face was a picture of fascination and envy. She was
already holding a hand on her pussy.
On one up-stroke I lifted my feet of the chairs and let them hang down. The
motor was now doing all the work and I was just taking the pleasure. It didn't
take long before I started to feel an orgasm building deep inside me, and within
about 10 minutes I was cumming. As I calmed down I saw that Debbie's hand was
busy working on her pussy.
I lifted my feet onto the chairs and lifted myself up so that I was off the
dildo, then asked Debbie if she wanted a go. "You bet!" was the reply, and she
was helping me untie my wrists in seconds. As Debbie lowered herself onto the
dildo she let out a big gasp, and it took a few seconds before she got into the
rhythm of the machine and lifted her feet of the chairs.
When she did I moved them out of the way and told her to relax and go with the
flow. It wasn't long before she was moaning and sighing and within about 5
minutes she was screaming, "Yes, yes!" as she came for the first time. As she
calmed down I asked her if she wanted me to put the chairs back so that she
could stop. As she said was, "Don't you dare!"
Just as she was cumming for the second time Jon walked in the door. I hadn't
realised what the time was. He didn't waste any time in telling me to get on the
'whipping-T' and strapping me down. Debbie was facing the whipping end and my
head was very close to her bald pubes as she went up and down. She'd seen Jon
come in but hadn't said anything, I guess that she was too interested in the
pleasure she was getting to care.
The moans from Debbie made me believe that she was about to cum for the third
time but they stopped when Jon landed the first stroke of the cane. As I said,
"One, thank you Master" Debbie went all silent. By the time I got to, "Ten,
thank you Master" Debbie was moaning again, and I was getting close to cumming.
Jon landed the next 3 so that the cane end whipped round and hit my clit (he's
getting very good at doing that). I came on the 13th stroke, and Debbie came
shortly after that.
Jon stopped after that, switched the motor off with Debbie in the down position,
and then dropped his trousers and fucked me from behind as Debbie looked down at
us. After he had cum he pulled his dick out of me then pulled his trousers up.
Debbie was silent as Jon undid the velcro fasteners and let me get down. I put
the chairs in position and helped Debbie lift herself up. When she was on her
feet she said, "That was just amazing, I've never felt anything like that
before, and never seen anything like that before. Did you really enjoy that
Vanessa?" "I came didn't I" I said.
Debbie and me went to the bathroom to get cleaned-up and then went down to join
Jon. Debbie got her top and skirt and put them on. As she did Jon said, "Your
bald pussy looks good Debbie." For some strange reason this embarrassed her and
she went all red. I got us all some tea and then Debbie said she had better be
going, but not before she asked if she could come again, and if we would help
her buy a car. When I explained what she was talking about, Jon said that he
would be happy to give some cars the 'once over' for her, then stand back and
let us girls manipulate the salesman.
The rest of the week wasn't anything special, nor was work on the Friday. The
paperboy came for his money on the Thursday evening, but he's seen me naked that
often that it doesn't do anything for me anymore.
Saturday August 7
Saturday wasn't too bad. Had a chat with Debbie who asked if we would help her
buy a car on the Sunday.
Sunday August 8
Jon took me to the gym and really made me work hard. I had to wear my white
lycra shorts and bikini top, AND my Ben Wa balls. It wasn't long before my pussy
was soaking the shorts and I was glad that I didn't have any pubic hair to show
through the then near transparent lycra. When it came to the exercise cycle Jon
set the saddle quite high and I had to slide from side to side on it. Just as I
was getting on a youth of about 16 or 17 came into the gym and started working
out just in front of me. Within a minute of getting on the cycle I realised that
Ben would be working overtime and that it wouldn't be long before I had an
orgasm. I started sweating a lot more and I wasn't sure if it was because of the
exercise or from my attempts to not cum.
I couldn't help it; I let out a slow moan that attracted the attention of the
youth. He asked me if I was OK and then kept watching me after I managed to say,
"yes - thank you." The orgasm was coming and there was nothing that I could do
to stop it. I tried to pedal faster to try to hide my shaking as I started to
cum. The expression on my face must have been amazing. The faster I pedalled the
more I came. In the end I just stopped pedalling and collapsed onto the
handlebars gasping for breath. The youth asked me if I was OK again. All I could
manage to say was, "Oh yes."
That was one of the deepest orgasms that I've ever had. Getting myself off like
that with a young man stood just in front of me, watching me, really turned me
on. I don't know if he knew what was going on, but the bulge in his shorts told
me that he'd enjoyed it. I decided that I'd try to remember to wear Ben every
time that I go to the gym. When I'd calmed down I looked over to Jon who was
also watching me and smiling.
From there we went to the pool where Jon told me to take Ben out. I'd never
thought about taking them out under water. It wasn't as easy as when I'm stood
on dry land, and it was fortunate that there were very few people in the pool.
I was glad of the cool water though it really made my nipples stick out. We
didn't stay long there and went home to wait for Debbie. As we were driving to
the first car showroom I told her about the gym. She'd never heard of Ben Wa
balls so Jon promised to buy her some.
The first car place wasn't very promising. Firstly there weren't any cars that
Debbie liked, and secondly the salesman was an old man that neither Debbie nor I
fancied flashing our pussies at. We'd arranged it so that Debbie and me would go
in and have a look round, then come out and tell Jon which car(s) she fancied.
Jon would then go in and have a look at it / them and then come out and tell us
what he thought. If he was happy then we'd go back in and start working on the
salesman. Debbie wore a loose blouse and a short tight skirt. I wore my baggy
cheesecloth dress. Not a piece of underwear between us.
At the second place we struck lucky. It was a big place and there were quite a
few cars that Debbie fancied. Also, most of the salesmen were in their twenties,
and there were a few that were quite dishy. As we looked round we saw a few of
them eyeing us up, and 3 of them came up to us and asked if we needed any help.
Debbie finally decided on 2 cars that she fancied and we out to where Jon was
and told him which ones. Ten minutes later Jon bas back saying that both of them
looked OK to him but reminded us to ask about warranties.
Within seconds of us starting to look at one of the cars, one of the salesmen
pounced. Debbie asked him to tell us all about the car while we listened and
looked. Debbie was the first to flash her tits at him as she bent-over to look
at the engine. He was stood at the other side of the car and I saw his eyes open
wide as her blouse fell away from her chest. I got into the driver's seat and
adjusted my dress while he was still looking at Debbie. When he turned to look
at me he was staring right at my pussy. I'd sat with my knees open so he could
see the lot.
He was mumbling something and looking a bit red in the face when Debbie asked
him if there was much room for the passengers to get into the back (it only has
2 doors). "Let me show you," the salesman said as he went round to her side and
held open the door. Debbie bent over to climb in but stayed half in and half out
with him behind her. He must have had a fantastic close-up view of her pussy. I
could just see round part of Debbie and could see the bulge in his trousers.
After what seemed like hours, Debbie finally climbed right in and flopped down
with her legs at his side and her butt at the other side. Even if her tight
little skirt hadn't ridden-up he would have been able to see all her pussy. As
it had ridden-up he could see the bottom half of her naked stomach as well.
After a couple of seconds Debbie said, "Shouldn't really wear short skirts when
climbing into the back of cars should I?" "Oh, I'm not complaining," said the
salesman. I said, "neither am I." That made him turn to me with a puzzled look
on his face. "Right then, lets have a look at the red one over there." Debbie
said.
As we followed the salesman over I whispered to Debbie that it was my turn to
get in the back.
"Spoil-sport" was all she said.
The salesman went on about the history of the car or something, but I wasn't
really listening.
Neither was Debbie, and we kept asking him what some bit was, or what something
else did. Each time we either bent over so that he could see down our tops or
up our skirts. At one point I saw that another of the salesmen had got into the
car next to us and was pretending to do something to it as he looked over to us.
I made sure that the other salesman got a real good view of my ass and pussy as
I got in the back. I bet that he'd have a hard-on for hours after we left.
Debbie had climbed into the driver's seat and was asking the salesman to explain
what each of the "knobs and dicks" did. At least I think she said 'dicks' and
not 'sticks', the salesman took it as 'sticks' because he quickly said, "and
this stick controls the indicators."
As I climbed out of the car backwards to give the other salesman another look,
Debbie asked, "Was there enough room to have a bit of hanky-panky in the back
Vanessa?" I finished getting out, then got back into the front seat and said, "I
think so, do you want to try it now?" "No, sex isn't quite at the top of my list
of priorities at the moment," was the reply.
After that we got out and Debbie told him that she like both cars and that she
wanted to talk about money and discounts. The salesman asked us to follow him
into a building where he offered us a seat at one side of a desk, while he sat
at the other. Both our chairs were not close to the desk and I'm sure that he
was looking at my un-crossed legs and up my dress.
When Debbie asked about discounts the salesman said that he'd have to go and
talk to his boss and he left us. When he was gone Debbie said, "Don't you ever
cross your legs?" As Jon won't let me, I said, "Never." After a few seconds
Debbie said, "I know, remember that film with Sharon Stone in it?" Nothing else
was said but when the salesman came back we were both sat there, lounging back
in the chairs, with our knees a few inches apart.
When the salesman saw us he went red again, and as he sat down I noticed that
the bulge in his trousers was still there. Debbie is quite good at haggling and
managed to get the price of one of the cars reduced by quite a bit more than I
would have thought was possible. As we walked out of there and round the corner,
Debbie clenched her fist and said, "YES, see what pussy power can do for us
women." Jon over-heard her and said, "Yes, you women can just about get whatever
you want - if you go about it in the right way."
Jon took us to a pub for some lunch and Debbie insisted on paying.
Back home Debbie was still quite pleased with herself and asked Jon if she could
use the 'fucking machine' again. Jon gave the impression that he wasn't too keen
on the idea so Debbie said to him, "I'll let you fuck me first." Jon's reply
was, "Your pussy power won't work with me, but if you can make love to Vanessa
first, then you can use the machine."
Without any hesitation Debbie turned to me and started french kissing me. She
caught me by surprise so I looked at Jon who just shrugged his shoulders and
walked out of the room. Debbie is quite a good kisser, and while I was enjoying
that, her hands were easing the top of my dress over my shoulders and down to
the floor. As her hands came back up my body they stopped at my breasts and she
squeezed my nipples between her fingers. They went rock hard and I moaned a
little. Debbie backed-off, lifted her top off over her head and unfastened her
skirt. After a little push it fell to the floor leaving us both naked.
Jon came back in at that point and told us to go outside into sun on the grass.
Debbie grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. She gave me the impression that
she was in some sort of hurry, but that went away when she told me to lie on the
grass and then she started kissing me all over. It was very sensual, she started
at my feet and went all up my legs, She by-passed my pussy and kissed all over
my stomach and chest, but not my breasts. She then started on my face then neck.
It was so relaxing it was amazing.
Next she opened my legs wide then knelt between them and leaned over and french
kissed me again. This time her hands started massaging my breasts and nipples.
At one point I thought that I was going to cum, and she hadn't even touched my
pussy. She then started kissing and licking my stomach. This time she went to my
wet, aching pussy and started playing with my clit with her teeth. I could feel
an orgasm building, but still managed to see that Jon had come outside and was
standing just above my head. He was naked and had a big hard-on.
Debbie saw him too and stopped eating me long enough to say, "Please fuck me."
Jon (calm as ever) said, "Are you sure?" Debbie almost screamed, "Fuck me, now."
Jon went round behind her, grabbed her hips and entered her. As he did he pushed
her forward and her face pressed hard against my pussy. It hurt a bit and
straight after she pushed her tongue inside me. It wasn't long before I came,
and as I calmed down I saw the expression on Jon's face. He had cum as well.
We all kept still for about a minute before Jon said, "Right, straight upstairs
and onto that machine." He had us run upstairs, and while he set-up the wrist
straps, ropes and motor, I got the chairs and got Debbie up and ready to be
lowered down onto the dildo. Jon did a quick check round then told Debbie to
lower herself onto the dildo. As she went down she let out a big sigh. Jon
switched on the motor and when Debbie went up I moved the chairs. After watching
her go up and down a couple of times Jon told me to clean his dick (with my
tongue). As I was doing this I could see Debbie out of the corner of my eye.
She was staring at us with a glazed expression on her face.
I'd just about got Jon's dick clean when I heard Debbie start to moan. Jon sat
on one of the chairs and lowered me down onto his Dick that had got hard again.
We watched Debbie go through 3 orgasms before Jon decided that she'd had enough.
By that time Jon had cum in me again, but I hadn't cum again. I was a bit
disappointed when Jon told me to get off him.
We had to help Debbie get off the machine because she was totally knackered, and
we left her on my bed to recover. When she eventually came downstairs she was
dressed. Jon has also got dressed and was working in the garden. I got Debbie a
cup of tea but she was still too tired to talk. All she really said was, "That's
one hell of a machine you've got there girl."
Jon took her home leaving me to get some food ready.
