Toby Opens a Bank Account · Part 2

Toby Opens a Bank Account · Part 2 (2/2)
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“It–my…pussy. Cunt. Twat. Snatch! All right?''

“Yeah, seriously. I've seen, oh, about a thousand or so, and yours is one of the two or three most beautiful I've ever seen. Matter of fact, I'm going to get a photographer friend of mine to take a picture of it–just `it,' not your face–so I can admire it when you're not around. And/or so I can jill off to it when you're not around.'' Toby reached down and petted her own secret junction. “Right now, I'm going to jill off to it WHILE you are aound.''

Anlili smiled shyly and gave her pussy a few tentative strokes.

Toby took another long, loving look between Anlili's legs. “That's some clit'' she said. “Is it always that big?''

“No, you horrible monster woman, it started getting that big when you came on to me in the bank. And damn uncomfortable it is to work like this, too.''

“Oh, I don't know. Being so up-front and all, seems to me like you could just rub it against the edge of the counter or something.''

“They don't call me the Thomas Edison of Safe Sex for nothing'' Toby said, reaching into the drugstore bag. She took out the two mirrors and the gaffer tape, and, checking for sightline adjustments, secured the mirrors to the back of the concrete screening wall in front of them, about three feet away. “Now, sit right where you are, Anlili, and tell me what you see in the mirror to your left.''

“I see your lap.''

“Good! I see yours, in the mirror on the other side. However, what is currently a boring skirted lap is about to become something much better and more interesting looking. Like so!'' The tall woman flipped up the front of her long skirt, to reveal no panties, pantiehose, nothing but 100% pure All-American Toby. Anlili looked at Toby's neatly trimmed pubic hair and sweetly swelling pussy lips and supressed a gasp.

Anlili toyed with her inner lips as she looked sideways at Toby. She asked, tentatively, “What are you–I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that. Are you…do you mostly, with women…?''

Toby chuckled. “Am I exclusively gay, you mean? No. What I am is a bisexual, exhibitionistic, voyeuristic, fetishistic jill-off. My shrink tried to tell me that I was a compulsive masturbator, but I set him straight. I am not a compulsive ANYTHING; it's just that, when I want to have sex, that's the kind of sex I want to have. I get off looking at other people, and I get off when they look at me. That's why I've got a Watcher's pin. And that's also why you have one.''

The wind threatened to blow Toby's skirt across her busy stroking hands. She reached into the bag and took out some clothespins. “I had a feeling this was going to happen,'' she said. Anili watched silently, her small hands barely moving as she pressed furtively into her pubic mound. Toby used a clothespin on either side to pin the front of her skirt back, keeping it folded across her belly and leaving her crotch free to the breeze.

“And…another thing that's fun to do with these is…'' Toby murmured. Anili's eyes got wide as dinner plates as Toby grasped a healthy flap of her labia majora and surrounding skin and hair, and snapped one of the clothespins over the trapped flesh. Toby made a tiny sound, then went on to apply one more clothespin on that side and two others correspondingly on the other side. The simple wooden pins looked extremely strange, protruding from the apex of Toby's long smooth thighs.

Anlili cringed. “Doesn't that hurt? '' she asked timidly.

“Yeah!'' Toby affirmed, with a dirty grin. “Not as much as I might like, but enough to keep my pussy paying attention (if that were needed!).'' The tall redhead reached down and, using the clothespins as handles, pulled her pussy lips wide apart. “Ahhh! You have no idea how goood that cold breeze feels! Anlili, you really ought to try this; this is a sensation no woman should deny herself.''

Anili merely blushed and made no reply.

Toby looked fondly at the clothespins. “If we were in a more secluded place, I'd put a bunch of these guys on my breasts–and yours too, sweetheart. But somebody somehow might see. Still'' she added, flicking the clothespins and enjoying the sensations transmitted to her cunt, “this is pretty good; here I am in the middle of a great big city, holding my pussy open to God and traffic helicopters, and only you and me know about it. That's power!''

“Talk to me,'' said Toby, rubbing her inner lips with two fingers. “Tell me some stuff.''

Anili, still not able to look at Toby's reflection in the mirror, was masturbating at her own pace and in her own way, pinching and squeezing her long, hooded clit and dipping a finger into her vagina for more juice. A thick, almost honeyed fluid seeped from her dark inner passages. She dabbled her fingertips in the lube and painted around her clit. “What…oooh!…do you want me to talk about?'' Anili gasped.

“Sex stuff!'' grunted Toby. “How old were you when you first rubbed off?''

“Uh, uh, uh-leven!''

“Great! Did you have hair on your pussy then?''

“Yes. And little bre-tits, with great big brown nipples.'' Anili was getting into it, cupping her entire snatch with both hands and dragging the hot, moist flesh up and down her pubic bone.

Toby wet two fingers and rubbed all around the entrance to her cunt. “Oh. Oh! What's the m-m-most t-times you ever came?''

“Ah! With a man, or by myself?''

“WHATEVER!''

Anili ground her ass into the cold stone bench and knocked her heels together a couple of times, just for the vibration. “Once, with my husband, we took some XTC or something and did it — FUCKED — all night; I came about three times to his one… Oh, this feels…'' *** Toby stuck her tongue out about eight inches, or what felt like eight inches, because it felt so good to do so. The afternoon breeze played along her pointed pink tongue like a phantom's kiss. She reversed her large, powerful hand and stuck the thumb up her pussy as far as she could get it, while rubbing her clit with her wrist bone. “WoW! How about by yourself…what's the most, and what's the BEST!?''

“Waaah…most and best, the same'' Anlili replied. She was panting like a distance runner. She held the upper part of her vulva open with one hand and rhythmically strummed and swirled all the tender parts inside with the other. “Sick in bed…thirteen… Mono…too weak to get up…started masturbating all day until my mom came home from work…jilled off six, eight, ten times a day for weeks… Oh, my GOD!…sorry…pussy got sore… HAND got sore…last day, did it THIRTEEN TIMES!!''

Toby groaned “Thank you! For SHARING that! Anlili!'' She flung her legs as wide apart as they would go without cracking, and began a vertical rubbing motion directly on her clithood. “It won't be long now!'' she warned. “Look at me! Watch me in the mirror! LOOK AT MEEE! WATCH ME!!''

Anili, her own center a volcanic fire, lifted her shy eyes to the wall and looked at the reflection of her wildly masturbating new friend. “I'm looking, Toby'' she whispered. “I'm watching you love yourself. I'm watching!''

Toby groaned incoherently between her teeth. Never losing the clit-stroking rhythm of her right hand, she _pulled_ the clothespins from the rim of her labia, each one popping off with a snap! and taking a small souvenir of hair with it. This last sensation put Toby where she needed to be, and, with a startling arch of her long spine, she came. Anili watched Toby as her flying hands stilled, then grabbed and held, her head thrown back on her long, proud neck, her eyes fluttering upward, her mouth forming first a giant O and then an elastic, sloppy smile, her small breasts rising and falling over her long, muscular torso…

“Ah! Ah!'' Toby gasped, riding the downslope of her orgasm. She pinched and patted the soft flesh between her legs, too sensitive for further stroking. Toby looked at the reflection of Anlili's brown and gold womanhood in the small mirror. “Now you! Now you come, Anlili!'' Toby demanded, in a breathy, liquid-sounding voice.

Anlili shifted her bottom, spread her legs a little wider, and went into what Toby liked to call her “set.'' Toby's notion of a set was the physical and emotional state that a person enters when they know they are going to come, are getting ready to come, welcome the onset of the orgasm. Toby had noticed it in some conventional sexual partners, women more so than men. But it seemed to be really more noticeable in a sexual solo; the person, who is controlling everything, “gets serious'', assumes the “game face'', and so on.

Anlili's set seemed to be that she grabbed her pubic pelt with her left hand, and dragged hair, skin, vulva and all northward, thus putting tension on all the magic bits and peeling even more hood back off her large, long, turgid button. At the same time, with the two middle fingers of her left hand she further parted her inner pussy lips. Anlili's right hand then dove into this widespread wetness and frigged vertically up and down her gleaming clit. Her hips shook from side to side on the bench and her head whipped around as if she were being slapped.

Toby, still milking out the contractions from her come, kept up a running fire of whispered encouragement and just plain smut. “That's it! That's it! Stroke that little pussy! Rub that clit…rub it, you little boiling hot bitch! Sex maniac! Sleaze slut! Rub that pussy until it bursts into flame!''..and on and on.

Anlili's hips and behind left the surface of the bench altogether. She grunted nonwords through clenched teeth. She took a fresh grip with her left hand and pulled _violently_ as if she were trying to rip her pussy right off her body. Her right hand flashed and whirled at the top of her cunt. Anlili's body began to flex in the middle. Her face turned bright red. A small string of drool escaped her mouth and ran down her chin. Her clit felt as if it were glowing fiery red and about to explode all over the park. She froze her hands. A spasm started somewhere deep between her legs and clenched everything from asshole to waist. Then another spasm. Then a BIGGER spasm. Then one BIGGER THAN THAT. THEN…

“Woo. What happened?''

Toby looked down at the smaller woman, who was slumped back against the concrete bench. “You came yourself unconscious. Again.''

Anlili looked around with a start. She didn't see anybody paying any particular attention to them, high up on their perch. She moved, then grabbed her skirt and held it away from her sopping delta. “Oh God. What an unbelievable…thing. And what an unbelievable mess!''

“Here–take a couple of these diapers and wipe it up. You won't get any on your dress if you wipe all around everywhere very carefully.'' Toby and Anlili each used several diapers to clean themselves and their surroundings, and then carefully readjusted their clothing. Toby packed all the paraphenalia she had brought into a large bag, and they began the long climb down to the ground level of the park.

Anlili kept stealing side glances at the tall woman as they walked through the park and back toward the business district. Finally Anlili took a deep breath and said, “Toby?''

“Mmmm?''

“When will I see you again?''

“Well, Anlili, that depends.''

“On what?''

Toby turned and half-crouched so she could look directly into Anlili's eyes. “Um, how would you feel if you were tied to a chair, blindfolded, gagged, with one vibrator up your behind and another one in your cunt, and ropes tied all around your breasts so they stood out like captive balloons, and mousetraps snapped on each nipple, with lead weights attached, and maybe a few needles stuck into each aureola and pussy lip?''

Anlili actually turned pale for a second, her imagination stretched to its current limits. Then she flushed, and giggled. “I'd…probably feel like coming my brains out.''

“I'll call you.''

Toby Opens a Bank Account · Part 2 (2/2)
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