Chapter 7: Jill - Other duties as assigned

The delivery truck pulled up about 90 minutes later. None too soon, because I was almost out of my mind playing video games on my cellphone!

“Looking for a Bob Edsel. I’ve got a delivery for him?”

“Hi, I’m Jill, Bob’s secre-- Business Manager! I’ll sign for them. There should be six, right? Can you help me load them in that car over there, please?”

They weren’t overly large, but still, they barely fit in my car. Three went into the trunk, and the others lined up on the back seat. I sent the guys a quick text to let them know the Sybs had arrived and drove out to the trailer to drop them off.

I took the first three out of the back seat and put one into each ‘room’ in the trailer, then took the other three and put them in the storage compartment under the trailer. It reminded me of the luggage compartment under a Greyhound.

I was really curious. I had never seen a Sybian before. My work day was officially finished, according to Frank, but there were still a couple of hours before I could go home and face the inevitable questions: ‘How was your first day, dear?’ ‘What did they have you do?’ ‘Are you very tired?’

‘In for a penny, in for a pound,’ as the British say. I decided to set up the Sybs for use.

It was simple. Only needed a knife, screwdriver, and pair of pliers to open the boxes, remove the machines, and install the motors inside their padded housings.

I sat down in the small room the guys had set up as the office to read one of the owner’s manuals after putting the other two on the wall-mounted bookshelf.

The machines Bob had bought came with a standard silicon attachment that resembled a foot massage pad. It was about three inches wide and seven or eight inches long, covered with soft little nubs and ripples, and was formed to fit over one of the shafts that protruded from the motor on the outside of the padded housing. As I read on, I quickly understood its purpose.

It was the stimulating pad that fit over the vibrating masturbator. I held my breath as I imagined what it must feel like to have that pad pressed against my pussy. I had fucked both guys and girls before, and had masturbated in those dry spells when there was no alternative. But this reminded me of when I was a young girl still learning about my body, rubbing against my pillows, stuffed toys, and even the bathtub edge.

This must be like those feelings, but amplified by vibration. A regular vibrator has no real girth to straddle. A man has girth to be gripped between one’s thighs, but his cock doesn’t vibrate. Actually, sitting on another girl’s face might be the most similar action that I could imagine, while she licks my pussy and hums on my clit, but I had always been afraid I might suffocate someone doing that!

‘Oh, my God, I’ve gotta pee!’ I thought as I felt a tingling sensation deep below my belly button. I lifted my skirt and dropped my undies as I sat down on the toilet and then saw the mess in my panties. I didn’t remember ever having creamed like this before! I cleaned up most of it with toilet paper, then ... sure enough, my whole crotch was wet.

‘I guess this is what those Sybs are gonna be like after each use,’ I thought, as I dried myself with more paper. Strangely enough, that was no longer a disgusting thought! I felt my insides twist a little as I imagined cleaning some stranger’s juices off a Sybian, then faced reality.

‘Going where I’ve never gone before is turning me on!’

At the top of my wipe I rubbed against my little girl (I know, I know, it’s childish - but it’s what my Momma always called it while I was growing up, and old habits die hard!) and she gave a little jump. Who am I kidding? She gave a giant leap! More thick juice oozed out from between my lips, and I couldn’t pull up my panties. I needed to stop this flow, or I would have a mess all over the inside of my skirt!

I took off my underpants and folded them up, then stepped cautiously out of the toilet into the hallway. No sounds from inside or outside came to my ears, so I dashed to the door and locked it. Now alone, I set my panties in the kitchen sink and headed for the closest Sybian, my hoo-hoo getting slipperier and slipperier with each step I took.

I unzipped my skirt, took it off (carefully!), plugged in the Syb, and dropped down onto its broad, softly padded bulk. I slid around all over the silicon pad until I felt it push between my lips. Then I began to slide back and forth.

My thighs felt like they were gripping a man, my pussy felt like it was sliding over his rigid dick, and I hunched over to give my little girl a chance to play, too! Electric shocks and shockwaves ran through my belly and lower back, and I realized that this was something I had been missing all my life! And ... I hadn’t even turned it on yet!