Ena paused, her mind examining the past few days; the tension of organising then the happiness and joy of the day, Ralf’s mastery of her body in bed on Christmas eve, and now, tired but happy in her task of cleaning.
Looking around the floor she sighs at the debris of Christmas day; the torn wrapping paper, the colourful boxes; some torn in the excitement of opening, some opened with care to later hold the prized gift.
The paper and the torn boxes and packages, Ena pushes into a plastic sack, the others she stacks to one side to collect later.
Sitting on her heels the woman sweeps an arm over her hot brow then tries to clear the obstruction of a wayward lock of hair by blowing at it. It submits to the blast of air from her mouth but then more easily submits to the long enduring force of gravity and falls back to its regular place in front of Ena’s right eye.
Her day dreaming is interrupted by what, for just a second, was revealed by the absence of the blonde hair obscuring her vision. Another puff of her breath batters the recalcitrant lock to free her vision. In the second it takes for the hair to return, the woman’s eyes focus on something under the Christmas tree.
Scuttling forward on her knees Ena lunges for the object, knocking over the tree. The package is small, but even so it puzzles her that it could have remained there un-noticed when all others have been opened. Perhaps its dark green wrapping paper had disguised it; she places it on the floor while struggling to set the tree back upright.
Standing, Ena turns to pick up the package but it isn't where she remembers putting it just thirty seconds ago. Scanning the immediate area of the floor she sees that she must have inadvertently kicked it a foot or so away.
Now in better light the package looks more of dull blue than the shiny green she first thought. Her finger explore the wrapping and determines that inside is a small box, maybe four inches square in shape and an inch in depth.
From its initial position, where she had placed it, on the very edge of the table Ena pushes it another six inches towards the centre, so as not to knock it off when passing, as she has to finish cleaning before investigating it further.
Her mind deals with all the things that occupy a woman in her daily life but from time to time reminds Ena of the package and in doing so, in some strange way it results in raising her excitement. Dealing with what it could be and who had put it there causes the woman to visualise her handsome husband which in turn causes the general excitement to turn to sexual excitement.
Mid-morning Ena sits at the table with a cold beverage, with time now to examine the unusual present. Picking it up and holding it up causes a shaft of cold to run down her back. Is it a trick of the light or is she suffering from exhaustion; Ralf’s lovemaking had been the best yet and had drained her physically and mentally. How had he managed to get her so sexually high as to cause her, for the first time, to have multiple orgasms to his one? Well who cares, ‘cos she wanted more of it but just not too soon; a girl needed her energies for day to day stuff.
Blinking slowly or fast while staring at the package didn’t change a thing; it was now in a wrapper that continuously mottled from green to blue and back, over various parts of it. She nipped the box between her fingers; nothing happened. Holding it to her ear Ena shook the package.
She yelps as something within moves and the object drops to the table; now the wrapper has changed to red; unmistakably red. Scared out of her wits but irresistibly drawn to it, Ena picks at the sealing tape at the joins of the wrapping paper. No sooner does a flap open than Ena detects a faint smell. It isn’t unpleasant yet it isn’t pleasant and soon she becomes unaware of it entirely.
Ena looks around, why is it so hot in the room, as usual the central heating is due to come on only when the room is cold, and it’s far from cold now. She takes a deep draught of her cold drink; something is making her feel slightly dizzy.
The dizziness develops into tunnel vision with weird colours around a central visible area. Ena shakes her head in an effort to clear it. Her action seems to have worked as her vision slowly clears.
Ena has to bang her head with the heel of a palm, as now that her vision is almost clear, she is in a dream. All around her there are shoppers, in some main street, she knows not where. Strangely, the shoppers are all women and seem to be attracted to the window of one particular shop.
Ena pushes through the throng to look in the window but although the women are pointing and excitedly discussing what they see displayed there, Ena can see nothing. Nothing that is but her reflection… she is naked!
Automatically one arm sweeps across her chest to cover her naked boobs, and the other hand dives to grab her pussy to cover her neatly trimmed pubic hair and bare labia. Nobody around her is taking any notice and in fact as she looks around they appear also to be naked.
Slowly Ena relaxes and drops the protecting arm and hand. Studying her reflection she realises that her breasts are now symmetrical and her left breast is no longer slightly larger and lower that the other. Her hips, again, normally slightly asymmetric are now as, with detailed examination of her reflection, is the rest of her body.
A voice in her head says “you appreciate the double, a very popular choice, go now to get it, they go fast.” There is a woman beside her but Ena can detect neither lip movement nor sound coming from her. In the store window the woman has no reflection. Ena blindly follows the woman as she moves into the store.
The store is crowded and the noise is deafening, but it is noise in her head. She is swept along by a crowd of noisy yet noiseless women to an area at the windows. There is what is exciting the horde, a line of men, naked men.
The woman she met outside is still with her and once again there is her voice in Ena’s head, “you're a beginner I can see, come I will show you how, you want the double, I can see.” There is no contact between them yet Ena is pulled by the hand to one of the men.
Ena is flustered and finds it difficult to absorb all that is happening. Ralf her husband always maintained that his wife’s eyes always dropped to a guy’s crotch when meeting them, now she was sure he wasn’t kidding. Her eyes immediately scan crotch of all the men in the line, settling on the man before her. With great difficulty Ena just about suppresses her desire to react at her pussy to what she sees. The guy has two dicks, two cocks, two… her head swims again and she is held upright by her now constant female companion.
“It’s not my birthday is it,” thinks Ena.
Her companion looks at her strangely and the disembodied voice asks, “What is it you ask?”
Ena realises that whatever she thinks in terms of an unspoken voice, is transmitted as if she were indeed speaking. She would try to be careful.
Trying to examine the twin phallus Ena finds that she is unable to focus.
“Remember, the more you look the less you see, you must handle in order to appreciate.” Ena jumps as the voice in her head surprises her.
Looking up at the man’s face she reaches out to where the twin cocks protrude from his groin; he remains silent and emotionless. Her fingers wrap around the smaller, lower cock and immediately the other wraps around her wrist. In shock her hand tries to retract but it is held fast. Around her wrist the cock is sinewy and about ten inches long. The shorter phallus is around four inches long, six inches in circumference and although supple like gel to the touch, a squeeze reveals that the core is like rock.
“We are here to serve you.” Again the voice in her head takes her by surprise, it is a male voice. “We have long, independent duration enhanced by simultaneous usage.” Ena looks up at the man, his face is immobile.
“Your choice is to reserve two of the tools, test them then take the one that you prefer. Choose wisely as there are no returns at a sale such as this.” The female voice is becoming less of a shock now.
“Release my hand now.” Ena orders with a thought, and the cock relaxes its grip but stays on her wrist, softly stroking it.
It is annoying not to be able to look directly at the phallus so she looks out of the corner of her eyes. As far as she can determine the cock is just like the cocks she has seen, held, and taken inside her since her first time the day she was of legal age.
While stroking the smaller cock, Ena uses the other hand to grasp the longer, upper one. Immediately it stiffens, and to her heightened sense of touch it feels just as Ralf’s, her husband’s when he is highly excited. She relaxes her grip and instantly the penis returns to it attentive flexible state.
One significant difference that Ena becomes aware of between these dicks and Ralf’s is that they appear to have no foreskin. It is a somewhat disappointing discovery as she enjoys watching her hand stroke the skin back to reveal the head of her husband’s dick, then to run her tongue around the very sensitive area of the knob.
“Others are awaiting your choice, do not keep them waiting, you must choose the second of your trial pieces.” Her attentive female companion’s voice fills her head again.
Ena looks along the row of males and her eyes are drawn to two others; one of around four inches but of a circumference of what must be twice that of the one she is holding; the other is ten inches long and only as thick as a man’s fat finger.
The woman at her side appears to see what Ena sees and comments, “Long and thin for those who delight in the joy of exploration of their third orifice, that at her rear. Short but of good girth for she that wishes for expansion of her second orifice.” Ena waited for an explanation of just where the second orifice could be but obviously the woman wasn’t aware the Ena didn’t know.
“Your first choice,” continued the voice, “is to me the better and if you expedite your testing I too shall take the dipole type. Please, decide on the test… quickly, there are many waiting.”
Coolness between her thighs now made itself know to Ena and she realised that in all these brief moments, she had produced a copious quantity of vaginal secretions which, without the normal barrier of panties, had escaped and was flowing down her inner thighs.
“There is no need to soil your hands, the dipole will attend to all.” The woman’s voice is clear in Ena’s head as her hands automatically busy themselves at breast and pussy.
Ena is careful not to voice, in her head, her thoughts.
As is her wont, Ena kneels at the feet on them male, taking the larger of his peni in her hands, supporting its length with one hand while stroking the rest of its length with her other. She licks her licks to prepare them to encompass its girth.
In her head Ena hears shocked cries from around her, her female companion, although not touching her applies some unseen force on her shoulder, causing Ena to pause and turn.
“That is not to be done; the dipole is the server, stop now!”
Ena tries for the first time to pass her thought to the woman beside her. “You are a beginner…” mocking what the woman had said to her earlier, “…follow my lead, this is an advanced procedure.”
As she almost automatically reaches for the guy’s testicles, she realises that he has none so her hand grasps instead the other penis. From the corner of her eye Ena sees the woman staring incredulously at her. Her lips briefly kiss the man’s flesh, it tastes good, and as good as any she has kissed before. Then opening her mouth, Ena encompasses the head with her lips and pulls it into her mouth, sucking lightly. She nods to encourage the woman at her side to do the same with the cock of the man in front of her.
The woman gingerly touches the phallus then grips it, wrapping her fingers around it when she discovers that it is a pleasurable sensation.
“Yes,” thinks Ena to her companion, “take it, draw it in; enjoy the sensations; suck it; use it.” She demonstrates by swallowing as much of the length as she can before gagging on the head at her throat, stopping the air reaching her lungs.
Now others are dropping to their knees, grabbing male genitals and after exploratory touches, kisses and sucks decide on their own methods of fellatio.
Now Ena has a problem, a delightful problem though, does she release on of the peni in order to serve her by now aching pussy or…?
The woman who has been her companion, her aid, had said that Ena was entitled to a trial… what form did I take; obviously not what she had done up to now as those around her had been astonished at her actions. So she had made her own rules and would do so again.
Rising to her feet Ena turned her butt to the man and pressed it to his genitalia. Pleased that she had continued her yoga exercises she bent at the hips until doubled up, placed her feet wide apart so was able to see what if anything would happen at her rear.
This obviously was the man’s role, to service a woman, as his longer penis moved to Ena’s pussy where it probed very softly between her thighs instantly picking up the flow of her juices. It appeared to deliberately coat its head with secretions before moving rearward towards her ass. All movements by the penis were of its own volition; the man’s hands were now on her hips steadying her.
Unerringly, the penis transfers its coating of Ena’s slick ooze to the area around her anus. The girl stiffens slightly as she had never experienced anal penetration, other than the fingers of the more adventurous of her lovers; Ralph had never touched her there. She straightens slightly, arching her back to try to relax a little more then returns to observe what is happening at her butt.
The longer penis returns to explore her thighs, occasionally brushing her extremely engorged labia, sending sensations to her core, and excitement of more to come to her brain. Now the smaller penis comes into its own, it too moves to some preordained choreography. It coats itself with her juices then circles its tip around her anus which contracts involuntarily.
Ena’s attention is being torn two ways; by the smaller dick at her anus and the longer one now teasing and probing at her pussy. The one at her pussy is able to wriggle and writhe more like she had seen a snake do at the zoo. It knows just how hard or how gentle to prod at her clitoris; how much pressure to exert when it scrubs at it; how to barely push apart her labia while eliciting the maximum amount of sensory reaction.
Meantime the smaller penis, now millimetre by millimetre dilates her anus while producing sensations that gradually join with those at her pussy, causing Ena to moan out loud, resulting in those around her to stop briefly to see what this strange one was doing.
Finally the penis at her anus succeeds in full penetration and Ena sighs to a whole new set of exciting sensations. The penis in her rectum thrusts back and forth spreading warmth throughout Ena’s body. At her vulva the long, sinuous penis has at last penetrated and is sliding deeper and deeper along her vagina. Ena’s head swims with pleasure overload and submits to a massive orgasm which has her attracting the attention of those around her.
Ena clasps her hands over her ears but the tremendous noise from women, perhaps experiencing an orgasm for the first time, is entirely in her head. Leg shaking with excitement Ena is not able to maintain her position and drops to her knees. The male, unable to extract his peni also drops to his knees. It takes but a second for him to adjust before he continues his task of serving her.
Ena screams, her eyes are squeezed tightly shut, both her anus and pussy throb with intense contractions that she is concerned will never end.
Behind eye lids that refuse to open Ena submits to the weird, psychedelic lights and effects that occurred shortly after opening the Christmas package. After what seems hours but was probably seconds, her eyes at last open and focus. She is once again in her own home, this time on the floor on her hands and knees. Her pussy and anus throb and she gingerly reach around to feel if the male is still there; he is not, in fact she is clothed, even down to the panties she had put on just a while ago.
Did she, for whatever reason, have a sensational masturbation session? Fingers at her nose and licked tentatively give no hint of her own pussy juices, yet the crotch to her panties is saturated and her anus is dilated.
The package! She searches the room, but it has disappeared; there is no sign of the other Christmas package!
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