Tom now realized that the dining room table was not all that long, and that Janet’s legs could not possibly be stretched out straight, or even spread out to the corners. Melissa took hold of the sheet and completely removed it, setting in on a chair. Tom had never seen rope tied like this before. Clearly this had taken some time, and there had been no struggle here. In fact, Janet must be practicing Yoga of some sort to be this flexible. With her knees bent, her ankles had been bound to her thighs, causing the heels of her feet to press into the meaty flesh of her ass. Her thighs were then spread open so far that her knees touched the table on either side. Her ankles were tied in such a way that the souls of her feet were pressed together. Holding her two big toes together was a short black ribbon, the same as the one in Melissa’s hair. Janet’s skin was bare and smooth. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. This position caused various muscles, tendons, and bones to strain against her skin, revealing a landscape of curves and valleys that were not usually there. Janet’s body was a work of art, and Tom wanted to study every inch of it. Sticking up vertically from her pussy was the handle of the speculum with the engraving “PROPERTY OF MELISSA” prominently showing. Melissa motioned for Tom to sit in the chair at the end of the table so that he could have a direct view of everything Janet had to offer. Even though Janet was lying still and well restrained, there was a very slow rocking of her pelvis, forward and back. It may have been in time with the music Janet was listening to in her earphones, but it came across as a hungry yearning to have her pussy filled. Offering itself up for use with every tilt upward.

“Is this your first time seeing inside a vagina?” Melissa asked Tom.

“Yes. I had no idea it was...so…detailed.” He said, peeking inside.

“The speculum is usually inserted with the handle to the side, but once inside it is often turned like this. All the way in the back is her cervix, that pale donut shape. And just below it you can see her juices collecting.” Melissa slid the eye dropper into Janet's vagina, gave the bulb a squeeze, and held it up to the light for Tim to see. The fluid was not clear like the drop that Janet had left on Tom's chair last week. It was slightly cloudy, a very translucent white. “This is just beginning. There will be more.” She winked at Tom as if she knew something that he didn't. Melissa picked up a raspberry, emptied the dropper into the hollow center, leaned over and dropped it into Janet's open mouth. Janet chewed it, swallowed, and gave an mmmm of satisfaction.

“With the handle up we can see the left and right sides of her vagina walls. Feel their texture like this.” Melissa extended two fingers and slid them in and out along one side of Janet's vagina. “See how much pressure it takes to push against the walls”

Tom followed Melissa’s instructions and stroked the inside of Janet’s vagina.

“It's so different to feel the surface when it's opened up and stretched like this. I've only ever had one finger inside a girl before, and her vagina was closed all around me. This way I can really focus on the texture and her muscles behind the surface.”

Janet’s pelvis was rolling up and down more with all this stroking and making it difficult Melissa to give Tom the tour, Melissa reached behind the speculum handle and gave Janet's clit a flick of the finger. Janet immediately jerked and then lay motionless.

“Please excuse her.” Said Melissa. “She is still learning the difference between rewarding and reinforcing touches. She should hold still for us now, at least for awhile.”

“I like your technique.” Tom said.

“Thank you,” replied Melissa.” Now I will show you the floor and ceiling of Janet's beautiful vagina.”

Melissa took hold of the speculum handle, and gave it a series of small, short strokes in and out. Once it had broken free of sticking to Janet's skin, Melissa was able to slowly rotate it 90 degrees. Janet held her breath and arched her stomach gently to help the transition. With her thighs sticking straight out to the sides there was plenty of room for the handle to run along her inner right thigh.

Melissa continued her tour. “At top we have the clit, Nicely exposed due to the wide stretching of Janet's labia.” Melissa took one finger, placed it to the side of Janet's clit, and slowly slid it left and right, mushing the clit down flat and then letting it pop back out after each pass. “As you probably know, the clit is very sensitive, but goes thru many levels of tolerance during and after the typical arousal cycle. At first you need to be very gentle. We're past that stage now.” Melissa let out a soft chuckle, lifted her hands and brought them both down in unison with a loud slap on each inner thigh. Janet's leg muscles tensed, and then slowly relaxed. Janet is now somewhere in the middle of the range, tolerating and enjoying more pressure, speed, and surprise.” Melissa gave Janet's clit a quick pinch and pluck. This time it was Melissa that let out the mmmmm of satisfaction.

“Below the clit you can see Janet's urethral opening, gaping open due to the tremendous stretching of the region. Not only is this where she pees, but when aroused it can also make contributions to her lubrication.”

“Oh really, I didn't know that.” Tom added.

“Yes. Most of her juices come from the walls of her vagina, but under the right circumstances some will come from her urethra .”

Melissa instructed Tom to slide two fingers back inside and stroked Janet's vagina floor.

“The floor is similar to the walls, but with a slightly different muscle structure. The real fun is on the ceiling. Feel how there is a rounded spongy zone about halfway in, and when you press on it you feel a firmness inside? That is her G-spot, she would love for you to do nothing else but rub that spot with a steady rhythm all night.”

Tom reached in and started stroking Janet's G-spot. She responded with moans and rolling her stomach muscles in sync with Tom's finger movements. After a little while Melissa said “Now that Janet knows what the reward feels like, maybe you'd like to try using some of these?”

She handed Tom a bowl of frozen grapes on ice and a set of silver tongs. Tom picked up a frozen grape and rolled into Janet's eager vagina. She tilted her pelvis in a useless attempt to avoid the cold. Using the tongs,Tom pushed the grape so that it could deliver its chill all around. He picked it up with the tongs and inspected it. It was glazed all over with Janet's pussy juices. He rubbed it on her clit, cooling it as well as making it wet and slippery. Then he popped it into his mouth. Janet's juices were sweeter and more tangy than what she had left on his chair last weekend. He liked it very much. Next he ate a few chocolate chips and then tossed three more grapes inside Janet.

Melissa moved back up towards Janet's head and was removing the clothespins from her nipples. Janet sucked in a sharp breath and arched her back. Her nipples were pale and dented where the clothespins had been squeezing them. Tom read a mix of pain and relief in Janet's reaction as the blood rushed back into those tender nubs. Melissa rolled the nipples around between her fingers and flipped them side to side to help restore their condition. The rubbing evolved into pulling, then vigorous massage, and then into grabbing Janet's entire breast mound in each hand and squeezing them to the point of leaving little fingernail imprints near Janet's rib cage. Tom admired the variety of sensations that Melissa doled out on Janet. It made his cock swell with dirty urges of its own.

Using the tongs Tom started slowly rubbing Janet’s G-spot with a frozen grape. Her juices continued to collect at the deep end of her vagina, and so the grape was very slippery. As soon as Janet's pelvis rolling had synced up with Tom’s stroking he pulled the grape out, reached up and dropped it into Janet's mouth.

“That looked delicious,” Melissa said. “May I have one?”

“Of course.” Tom answered.

He extracted the next marinating grape from deep inside Janet and stood up. Tom slid the dripping grape across Janet's lips to moisten them with a layer of tangy glaze, and then lifted it to Melissa’s mouth.

“Mmmm,” Melissa moaned. “We have done well here. Don't you agree?”

“Yes.” Said Tom, popping another glazed grape into his mouth. He realized he had been so focused on Janet's pussy he had overlooked Melissa’s progress. She had clipped a dozen clothespins in a circle around the edge of Janet's right areola. They pulled the skin out and up, making it hard for Janet's nipple to stay erect. The skin formed the shape of a small bowl. Tom took an ice cube from the bowl of frozen grapes and dropped into the center of this tit skin crater.

“If you need an ice cube,” he said to Melissa, “I've put one right here for you.”

“Why thank you. How very convenient.” She replied, and sipped some more wine. The ice cube move around a little as Janet’s chest muscles tried to escape the chill, but the ring of clothespins kept the cube contained in the tit crater. Janet's nipple pushed up against the ice cube with what little strength it had left.

Melissa then picked up a pinwheel and held it out for Tom to see.

“This little wheel can be rolled along the skin. Even the lightest touch can produce profound sensations.” Melissa lowered the pinwheel to Janet's tummy just above the belly button. It rolled towards Janet's rib cage slowly, causing her stomach muscles to constrict, Janet also raised her chin and sucked air in thru her teeth as she processed the feelings. Melissa rolled the wheel up the center of Janet's chest, running a loop around her left breast, and then continuing up Janet's neck to her chin. The stillness and tension in Janet's body was so focused that even her pelvis stopped rolling back and forth. After lingering on Janet's chin for a moment, Melissa rolled the pinwheel back down Janet's neck, and directly across her left breast. The hiss of air sucked thru Janet's teeth reached a peak in volume just as the pinwheel crested her breast mound.

If that nipple had known what was coming it would have relaxed and laid as flat as possible, but it was just so excited about everything it had to stand up tall and proud. What a mistake, the pinwheel didn't hesitate a bit as it rolled right over. The pinwheel made its way down towards the tummy, leaving the nipple retracting with regret. Janet's breast was a small obstacle for such a tool.

Melissa handed off the pinwheel to Tom. He had never used one on these before, and it took him awhile to figure out how much pressure to apply. He rolled it from Janet's tummy, down her pubic mound, stopping short of her clit.

He then turned it and ran it out along Janet's inner thigh. Her pelvis rocking back and forth became more of a bucking, probably begging to bring attention back to her pussy. Tom noticed this and decided she would have to wait. He rolled the pinwheel back, up over her public mound, and out to the end of her other inner thigh. He brought it back to her pubic mound, and then starting up near her belly he proceeded to roll left and right, back and forth across her mound. Each stroke went from hip bone valley to hip bone valley. That very tender skin pulled taught by her spread legs, responded sharper to the pinwheel than her public mound did. However, with each stroke, the path migrated lower, getting closer and closer to her clit. As each pass approached her clit he slowed down, making Janet wonder what would happen. Eventually he rolled the pinwheel right over clit with very gentle pressure. When this happened, Tom watched her vagina muscles contract very hard against the speculum, not closing it, but squeezing in around the edges, where ever it could move.

Melissa started removing the clothespins from Janet's areola in such a way that the melting ice water ran into her shallow cleavage, to her tummy, and then down her right side.

Using the dropper Tom sucked up all of the accumulated fluid from the deep end of Janet's vagina. He squeezed a few drops into his wine glass, gave it a swirl, and sipped it. He smiled at Melissa and then squeezed all the remaining fluid into his wine. The wine had been a clear, straw color, but was now cloudy and seamed deeper in color. He walked around to Janet's head. Melissa reached down to the speculum and gave the knob a few turns, cranking Janet's vagina even wider open. She instinctively opened her mouth wide as her pussy was stretched to its limit. Tom tilted his wine glass and poured all of the pussy flavored wine into Janet’s waiting mouth. She struggled slightly with the volume, but was able to eventually swallow it all.

Melissa stood up and walked to the side of the table. She removed her now empty wine glass from Janet's right hand and set it on the table. She stepped up close to the table so that Janet’s fingers brushed against Melissa’s skirt. As if running on autopilot, Janet's fingers bent backwards, reached down, and found the bottom edge of Melissa’s skirt. Melissa stood with her legs spread slightly, and leaned all the way against the table. Janet's hand was now completely up inside Melissa’s skirt, and by the twitching of her forearm muscles Tom could tell it was very busy. Melissa smiled with satisfaction, looked at Tom, quickly glanced at Janet’s free hand, and back at Tom. This was all the invitation he needed. Tom walked up to the left side of the table, unzipped his pants, and pressed his bulging boxers against Janet's free hand. She felt around to assess the shape of things, and then located the gap in the front. She reached inside, wrapped her fingers around Tom’s cock, and stroked it up and down. It didn't take long for his cock to reach maximum hardness. Janet could tell when the last bit of flexibility was gone and he was fully erect. She shifted her grip so that she could pull his cock out the front of his boxers. For a brief moment Tom was embarrassed to be exposed, but the look of desire and approval from Melissa wiped the feeling away. Janet set in on a rhythm of slow stroking with her hand under Tom's cock, fingers and thumb wrapped around, meeting on top. He leaned into her so that one end of her stroke pressed against the top of his scrotum and landing squarely at base of his cook. The other end of her stroke pulled him along her wrist, rubbing the tender underside of his cock head against her forearm.

Tom’s eyes and Melissa’s eyes locked on each other even though they were both in a bit of a daze. Janet provided steady, reliable simulation to both of them, very slowly increasing her pace. They each reached down and began playing with Janet's nipples in their own way. They gave her an ever evolving mix of pulling, pinching, and rubbing. Sometimes they focused all their attention on her nipple, but other times cupped Janet's entire breast with their hand, feeling the movements in Janet's body reverberate and shake thru her breast. After only a couple minutes Tom could not hold back any longer. As Janet felt his veins begin to pulse she upped the speed on Melissa to a feverish pace. As the first shots of cum flew from Tom's cock Melissa let out a deep cry of relief. Tom's cum landed on Janet's arm, all the way to her bicep. She pulled and pulled, matching the natural rhythm of his throbbing prostate. Janet continued to squeeze and milk his cock even after he had given her all the cum he could offer. Janet's entire arm was spattered with drops and pools and stripes of his cum. He looked up at Melissa across the table. She was coming down from her waves of orgasm, putting her hands on the table to steady herself, keeping her crotch grinding on Janet’s right hand.

When they had both caught their breath they pulled up chairs and sat down across from each other, looking across Janet's tummy.

“That was truly wonderful.” Said Tom. “I want to thank you for helping make this such a great…dinner.”

“You are very welcome.” Melissa answered. “I'm glad I could help. I hope I wasn’t too much in the way. I know Janet wanted to make a good first impression.”

“You weren't in the way at all. I really appreciate everything you did tonight.” Tom answered.

“I'm glad you enjoyed your first date. I'm sure Janet will be pleased to hear this. Would you by any chance be interested in a second date?” Melissa asked.

“Yes. I would love a second date.” Tom said. He would be crazy to turn down that offer. “Do you recommend I call Janet in a day or two?”

“I think we can make plans right now.” Melissa offered.“How does next Tuesday sound to you?”

“Tuesday would be fine.” Tom replied.

“How about you pick her up and take her out to dinner. Say….6 o'clock?”

“That's an excellent idea.”

“Alright then. That's set. Tuesday at 6. Can you find a nice classy place, but not too fancy.?”

“I know just the place. I'll make a reservation for 6:30” Tom agreed.

“Now to make sure Janet doesn't forget I will leave her a note.” Melissa picked up a black Sharpie magic marker and took the cap off. Starting just below Janet's breasts Melissa wrote on Janet’s skin in large block letters:

DATE 2

TUESDAY

BE READY AT 6PM

“Now, what do you think Janet should wear?” Melissa asked.

“Hmmm, that's not my specialty, what do you recommend?” Tom admitted.

“Second date? Out to dinner? I think a standard little black dress would be appropriate. OK?” Melissa offered.

“Very good.” Tom answered.

The writing had already reached her belly button, so Melissa moved lower spilling onto Janet's smooth public mound:

WEAR L.B.D.

HAIR UP

“I think that takes care of everything.” Melissa smiled. I'll walk you to the door.” She stood up and lead Tom to the front door. She stepped outside onto the front porch and extended her arms for a hug. Tom happily complied and embraced Melissa. She pressed her body firmly against his and held him close for an extended time. Tom enjoyed finally having some physical contact with her, and took time to adjust his hands on her back a couple times to feel both her corseted waist and her bare skin above. Melissa’s breasts, stomach, and hips all made contact with Tom’s body. At the end of the embrace Melissa gave him one last squeeze, whispered in his ear “Thank you”, and then let him go.

Tom walked across the street to his house. He still was amazed at how the evening had turned out completely different than he had expected. Normally his nighttime routine would have concluded with a cocktail, comfy clothes, and jerking off to whatever skin flick happened to be showing on HBO, but tonight his balls were completely drained, and nothing on TV was going to compare to the dinner he just had with Janet and Miss Melissa.