Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2000 13:07:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-33

I was so tired after the excitement of our near-disaster in the
nightwear show.  The terrace party overflowed into our showroom, and
Ali and Jessie were being run off their feet taking orders.  Lanie and
Katie were almost swept of their feet by people who admired their
courage to fill in for the two injured models, although I suspected
that many just wanted to admire their voluptuous breasts.  Jessie was
limping slightly, while Lana applied bandages to Elizabeth's more
serious scrapes.  In spite of everything, things seemed to be under
control, so I made my way upstairs to our bedroom, and dialed our home
phone number.

After a couple of rings, I heard the wonderful voice of my Rachel.  We
traded a few words about the weather, and I told her about the
craziness surrounding the EROS shows, then she began to tell me about
her life while we were away.  This is her story:

"You know how they told me that for art and fashion design, I have to
take an anatomy course?  Well, I'm sitting next to a girl named
Michelle.  She's a mechanical engineering major, and she's working with
a doctoral student on designing gynecology tools, which is why she has
to take anatomy. She invited me over to her place, and it turns out she
lives in a sorority house, Epsilon Zeta Pi.  There are 19 girls living
there, nine double rooms and the president gets her own room.

Michelle is pretty tall, about 5'8", with a dynamite 38c-24-34 figure.
When we walked into her room, her roommate got up, "Hi, I'm Constanza,
but you can call me Connie, and you must be Michelle's new victim."
She was slim, with long black hair and small tits, and looked Chinese.

"Victim?"  I asked.

"Oh, Michelle is always looking for women to try out her toys on.  You
better watch out!"

"Connie," Michelle broke in, "That's not why I asked Rachel over.  I
just happen to have seen some drawings she did in anatomy class, and I
was going to ask her to do the illustrations for the project.  So don't
go trying to scare her, OK?"

Connie's eyes widened in mock horror, "You mean she's going to draw
pictures of you sticking your torture instruments in all our pussies?"
Then without giving Michelle a chance to reply, she flounced out of the
room.

"Torture instruments?"  I had to ask, "What was that all about?"

Michelle looked abashed, "It's about my project, the gyno-vu probe.
That's it there on my desk, connected to my computer."   I looked and
there was a grey metal box with a long flexible tube leading out of it,
ending in a steel shaft.

"What does it do?"  I asked.

"It takes a really bright light and conducts it by fiber-optics to the
end of the wand, where it takes a picture and the picture goes back to
a TV camera in the box, and you can see it on the computer monitor."
With a quick click of her mouse, a blurry image came up on the screen.
"It won't focus on anything farther away than two inches, but watch
this."  She put her fingertip against the end of the probe, and there
on the screen was a huge picture of every swirl of her fingerprint.  "I
still need to perfect the articulation of the end of the wand, so it
will bend around through a cervix, for example."

This whole thing was pretty strange, but I was fascinated.  So I asked,
"You mean this thing can actually look inside a vagina?"

"Sure!  You want to try it out?" I sort of sputtered a half of a reply,
thinking that this thing was smaller than the average dildo, but my
fellow students don't usually ask me if they could take a close-up look
at the inside of my vagina!  Then she said, "You can check me out
inside if you want!"

It was like, what was going on here?  My desk-mate in anatomy class
wanted me to check out the inside of her most private anatomy.  So I
said, "Uh, sure, whatever you want."

Michelle gave me a big grin, and lifted her skirt to pull down her
panties, then sat down in the chair in front of her computer and lifted
her knees up to her shoulders, totally exposing her pussy to me.  I
sort of got the idea, and bent over to put the shiny steel probe up
inside her cunt, but she stopped me.  "There's some KY next to the
printer.  Can you use some of it, but don't put it on the optical tip
of the wand."  Heck, I didn't know what I was doing anyway, so I
grabbed the KY and laid a long narrow trail of it along the 'wand' as
Michelle called it, then smeared it all the way around, being careful
not to cover the glass tip.  Then I got down on my knees in front of
Michelle's pink shaven pussy, and began to slide that weird medical
instrument up her vagina.

Mom, you should have seen the amazing colors that came up on the
monitor!  I could see over Michelle's shoulder.  Mostly everything was
kind of pinkish, but there were lots of areas of pale yellow, with
wiggly streaks of purple and red.  "Ohhh, move it around inside me!"
Michelle moaned, so I started to turn it around, gazing in fascination
at all the lumps and folds of her vagina.

"Oooh, Look!  Michelle's on the receiving end of her own
snatch-snooper!"  It was Connie's voice coming from behind me.  In
seconds, Connie and a black girl had come back into the room, both of
them giggling and pointing at the computer monitor.  "Show us her
G-spot!" Connie cried out.

I protested that I had no idea of how to find a G-spot with this
strange device, but the black girl told me, "Don't worry sweetheart.
We know how to find it!"  She grabbed the steel shaft from my hand and
twisted it around.  The image on the screen moved fast, as Michelle
shrieked in pleasure.  The girl who had taken the instrument from me
has frizzy black hair tied back like a squirrel's tail, and long lean
muscles like a distance runner.  She leaned over me as she manipulated
the medical tool at a low angle, thrusting up into the front part of
Michelle's cunt.  "See that girlie?" she growled into my ear, "Look in
the monitor. That's what a G-spot looks like.  That wide line is her
urethra, and those pale lines are nerves, cumming together to make
Michelle do this!" And she gave the tool a little extra twist and a
jab, and Michelle started to cum like crazy!  She wiggled and twisted
in her chair, and a rich flow of girl juice started to ooze out of her
cunt, but Connie ran around beside her chair to hold her still.

The black girl began to shake the wand in Michelle's pussy, with little
tiny shakes almost like a vibrator, but pushing right on Michelle's
G-spot.  Michelle went absolutely berserk!  She kicked and thrashed
around, and it was all Connie could do to keep me and the black girl
from being injured.  Suddenly a small squirt of liquid erupted, not
from Michelle's vagina, but from her pee hole!  It wasn't yellow, and
it didn't smell like pee as I licked it up off the black girl's wrist.


Slowly Michelle calmed down, and lay back in her chair, as limp as a
dish rag.  "Wow!  How did you do that?"

The black girl giggled.  "Connie and I have been practicing with your
pussy-peeper all the time when you were out.  We figured out that it's
just like a regular thin dildo, except it lets us find each other's
G-spot exactly right all the time, because we can see it on the
monitor!"

"But it's supposed to be a medical tool!"  Michelle protested weakly.

"Listen, sweetie.  You use it your way, and we'll use it ours.  You
didn't seem to mind the treatment just now!" the black girl told her.
We were both still kneeling between Michelle's splayed legs, and she
turned to me.  "By the way, as long as you're licking my wrist, my name
is Tonya."

"Mmm, this is nice!" I responded as I continued to swirl my tongue
around her wrist, "What is it?"

"That, my dear, is female ejaculate.  Connie and I have a theory that
it's like mucous that the urethra makes to protect itself whenever the
G-spot gets stimulated, and we've been running an experiment with five
other girls here that bears out our theory.  The more often you
stimulate a girl's G-spot, the more the urethra learns to protect
itself, and the more she squirts!  So we think that almost any woman
can be 'trained' to squirt when she cums.  Cool, huh?"

I responded by leaning closer to Tonya and bringing my lips to hers.
She turned out to be a voracious kisser, and soon had me on my back on
the floor.  Her tongue jabbed hard into my mouth, as her hand pawed at
my breasts, and my nipples started to get really hard.  I couldn't even
see who got down between my legs and lifted my skirt to pull my panties
off, but it must have been Connie because I heard Michelle protesting,
"Hey, Rachel's my guest.  You guys can't just grab her and almost rape
her!"

Tonya looked up at Michelle, "Then why don't you let her have that
chair, and Connie can give her a real demonstration of your project?"
Everyone thought this was a great idea (including me!)  Tonya already
had my blouse half-undone, so she finished the job while Connie made my
skirt follow my panties.  Michelle moved to the bed, dropping her skirt
as she went.  Connie and Tonya helped me up into the chair, then spun
me around so I could see the computer screen.  For a moment I watched
as athletic Tonya pounced on top of Michelle and they kissed, long and
hard.

"OK, Rachel," my attention was jerked back to the slim Chinese girl who
gazed up from between my parted knees with a wicked smile, "Why don't
you just play with your boobies and watch the pretty pictures, while I
take care of this end of things?"

I leaned back, thrusting my hips toward the edge of the chair, and
half-closed my eyes as I started to pinch and play with my nipples.  My
pussy was already totally hot and wet, as Connie licked a finger and
gently slid it inside me, "Oooh, you ARE ready for this little toy."
she crooned as she slowly slipped her finger back out of my cunt.  I
watched the computer monitor as the wand with its brightly glowing tip
approached me, then suddenly my cunt came into brilliant,
bigger-than-life focus!  My clitty was a little blurred, but the
entrance to my vagina was absolutely clear as the wand approached me.
It was as if I was being given the view you must have seem, Mom, just
before you licked and sucked me to a great big cum!"

Connie slipped the wand inside me, and it was like an incredible
kaleidoscope of colors, mostly shades of pink like Michelle, but with
lots of little differences.  She wasn't yet really seriously fucking
me; it was as though she were carefully searching.  She looked back
over her shoulder at the screen, and kept on moving the wand slowly and
gently in my cunt until she saw something.  At first I couldn't tell
what she was looking at, then she pressed a little harder and there was
a wider line of paler pink, almost white.  "That's your urethra, girl;
and wherever this machine can see that, you're a winner!"

Suddenly Connie started that same hard vibrating move against the wall
of my vagina that Tonya had used on Michelle.  I felt like I wanted to
pee, like I really needed the feeling of water gushing from my pee hole
to get rid of this amazing sexual itch.  But there was no pee to come.
My bladder was empty.  But Connie just kept on wiggling the end of her
tool against that one spot.  Mom, I went absolutely berzongers, trying
to cum as I was impaled on Connie's shaking tool.  I started to kick
and thrash in desperation, just like Michelle had done, but Connie was
cool.  She ignored my wildly flailing feet and just kept massaging my
G-spot harder and harder!

Then it happened.  It felt like a huge wave of explosive relief roared
down my pee passage, and I came as it erupted from my body.  I had this
crashing orgasm that left me totally thrashed, as Connie snatched the
gyno-vu from my cunt and plunged her mouth between my pussy lips, but
with her tongue pressed just above my vagina entrance, and sucking like
crazy.  My pussy juices flowed down my ass and her chin and her neck
but she ignored them.  She grabbed my hips to keep contact with her
mouth and tongue until I finally calmed down, then she pulled away from
me.

Connie had this ridiculous grin on her face, as her extended tongue
held a tiny puddle of fluid.  "U know wha thich ich?" she asked around
her tongue, "Thich ich ur ethacalachun.  U wanna tache?"

Well you can bet I damn well did want to taste my own G-spot
ejaculation!  I grabbed Connie and pulled her to me and kissed her
harder than I ever kissed anyone before!  It was like cum cream, only
better, lubricating our tongues as they slid around each other in a
crazy desire not to miss a single tasty molecule.  When we finally
broke off that kiss, Connie sat back and looked up at me with a knowing
smile, "And that was just from barely enough of your female ejaculation
to almost cover my tongue.  Can you imagine how it will feel when you
train yourself to REALLY squirt?"

"You mean somebody can be trained to do that?" I asked.

"Sure, it's just a matter of frequent firm stimulation of the right
place, and the urethra develops a protective measure for itself, that
just happens to feel like you've gone to heaven!" Connie grinned.  "Not
all women have their urethra pass that close to the vaginal wall, but a
lot do, and you certainly do because we could see it with Michelle's
cunt-scope.  You're in luck!"

"You mean she's in fuck!"  Tonya exclaimed from the bed where she was
the top half of an energetic 69 with Michelle.  "Rachel, I think you
owe it to give Connie the thanks she loves best!" and with that,
Tonya's face disappeared again into Michelle's writhing crotch.

Well, Connie helped as I ripped her clothes off then pushed her back on
her own bed, and finger-fucked both her ass and her cunt as I did my
best to inhale her clit.  It was only a minute or two later that she
and Michelle filled the room with screams at the same time as they
filled Tonya's mouth and mine with cum!

Mom, I'm going back there twice a day for more G-spot ejaculation
training, and I'm taking Alicia with me.  We really look forward to
showing you the results when you get home.  I love you Mom.  Bye!"