Excerpt from: The Demon Bed

 

And now, as they worked, they began to rub their sweaty, naked bodies against the pieces of wood, pressing their breasts against the carved wooden panels and straddling the sections of bedposts and clasping them between their bare thighs. Their nipples swelled further as they rubbed across the representations of leaves and ivy and their sex lips engorged and grew moist as they were pressed against the undulating barley sugar carved posts. They grinned at each other as if they were not quite sure what they were sharing but knowing it was important. The scent of their excitement began to fill the close air in the study. Phoebe had never been aware of such a thing before. Now it seemed intoxicating.

Phoebe had one of the bedposts sections clasped between her thighs as she polished it upper end. She began to work her hips up and down it, pulling up on the post end as it ground between her thighs and spread the lips of her wet sex. It seemed to create a deeper friction within her which was better than any sex toy she had ever used before.

'You've got to try this,' she groaned, not caring about the shameless erotic spectacle she was making of herself.

Jane was looking at her half enviously and half disbelieving with slightly unfocused eyes. Then she took up another post section herself and clasped it like a fat spiralling wooden snake between her thighs. Her sweet, seeping discharge smeared across its shiny contours while her nipples had swollen into plump hot domes of their own, and now felt so tight that she thought they would burst.

Phoebe had worked her way up to the top of her post, coating it with her intimate lubrication. Oh God that felt good! Her mind filled with an image of what she wanted to do next. Why not? With sudden a wild submission to her naked desire, she lay back and spread her legs. Grasping the neck of the post she rammed its big dowel up into her dripping pussy, sobbing as the plug of bare wood filled her vagina.

'Oh, hell yes!' she groaned.

Jane copied her, thrusting the connecting plug of her post into her own soft sex mouth.

Together they pumped their groins with ever increasing vigour, jerking themselves about the heavy post shafts as they made perverse love to them. It was a bizarre and extraordinary sensation but neither woman could resist, even though they knew somewhere in the backs of their minds that it was weird and utterly out of character. But by then they had no say over their desires. All that mattered was that they should give everything to their task, including their precious bodily fluids. With sobs and moans the women climaxed, clenching the dowels within them as they sprayed their natural oils over the polished wood, even as their minds seemed to burst with delight.

And the wood sucked up everything that poured out of them into its heart, almost as if it was a sponge.