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Greta.
    “Oh, it won’t be me,” Greta said. “Jennifer,
do you mind?”
    “Not at all,” the yoga instructor replied.
She took the device from Greta’s hand then knelt down beside Rosa,
wincing because her ass still burned from her whipping. Without a
pause, she crammed the tip of the dildo against Rosa’s asshole and
started pushing. “Ow!” Rosa yelled. “Not so rough!” But Jennifer
ignored the Latin beauty, who shuddered and shook as the yoga
instructor forced another inch of the dildo up her rectum. Rosa’s
teeth were gritted, and her big tits jiggled as they hung down from
her body. Jennifer kept pushing and pushing, the slippery object
disappearing up Rosa’s ass a little at a time. When over half of it
was inside her, the dildo seemed to get stuck. Jennifer pushed with
all her might—which caused Rosa to yell at the top of her lungs—but
no more would go in.
    “Stop it!” Rosa grunted. “It won’t go any
further!”
    “Maybe you’re right,” Jennifer agreed. She
grabbed the dildo and gave it a hard twist, causing Rosa to holler
again.
    “I believe that’s enough. Would you be so
kind?” Greta asked. She held a black cloth in both hands. “I’ll
need to clean that up before it’s used again.”
    “No problem.” Jennifer gripped the end of the
dildo tightly and yanked it out of Rosa’s ass. The Latin beauty
gasped in shock and fell flat on her face, breathing hard. She
reached back to rub her sore ass, moaning, then finally sat up
again. She was still panting, her eyes glazed from both the wine
and the adrenaline. “You’re dead meat,” she told Jennifer. “I will never forget this.”
    “Me, neither,” Jennifer said with a grin. “I
wish I could’ve taken pictures.”
    “Let’s dispense with the melodrama, girls,”
Greta said as she wrapped the dildo inside the black cloth then
returned it to the duffle bag. “Temper tantrums are so
unseemly.”
    Rosa stood on shaky legs and walked back to
the couch, one hand clamped to her ass. Now both she and Jennifer
had a hard time sitting down as they waited for Lacy to take her
turn. Lacy spun a 2, for Jan. Greta smiled as she read the card.
“It looks like we’ll be using this little darling after all,” she
said, holding up the bright blue dildo. “Lacy, would you rather
masturbate in front of another woman, or have Jan masturbate in
front of the entire group?”
    Lacy, still mad at Jan for making her walk
all the way to the mailbox naked, grabbed the blue dildo from Greta
and tossed it into Jan’s lap, where it landed with a fleshy smack . “There you go, Jan. Have a blast.” Jan picked the
wobbly object up with two fingers. “But…here? Now? In front of everyone? ”
    “That’s the idea,” Rosa said snidely.
    Jan’s cheeks went bright red. “But how…I
don’t even…”
    “Don’t tell me you’ve never used one before,”
Lacy remarked.
    “Just spread your legs and stick the damn
thing in,” Rosa said. “Or let me do it for you. I’d be happy
to.”
    “No! Just…” Jan looked at her sister, but
Jennifer only shrugged then stared at the floor. With one last
nervous glance around the room, Jan slowly spread her legs. She
gripped the blue dildo by one end and lightly rubbed the head
against her pussy lips, surprised to find them already damp.
    “Would you like a squirt of this, dear? Greta
asked, holding up the bottle of lubricant.
    “Um…no,” Jan answered quietly. “I…I’m okay.”
The young girl looked down into her lap because she couldn’t bear
the pressure of the four other women staring at her. She eased the
dildo inside herself, slowly, slowly, until it was halfway buried
between her slick lips. Then she eased it back out, her movements
stiff and mechanical. Maybe if I just pretend to have an orgasm,
I can get this over with quicker.
    But as Jan manipulated the dildo, she
couldn’t fight the feelings of pleasure building up in her groin.
Maybe it was just the dire need to get rid of her