|The Divided Woman|
|by Iron Rodd|
|© Copyright 2012 - Iron Rodd - Used by permission|
|The Divided Woman Iron Rodd F/f; MF/f; party; costume; naked; tease; fondle; insert; denial; oral; climax; cons; X|
Why do I always let Jackie talk me into these things?
She’d been my college roommate, and though our personalities were completely different—she’s the extroverted party girl, I’m the introverted book worm—we really seemed to mesh.
After college, I was trying to decide where to settle. I’d stayed with my parents for a few weeks, and then with a few relatives around the country, trying out different neighborhoods, when Jackie called. “Come live with me for a few weeks. You’ll love it here,” she said. So I made her place the next stop on my tour.
I got there in mid-October, moved into Jackie’s guest room, and it was like old times with us.
“I forgot to tell you: I’m hosting a Halloween party tomorrow night. I’m going for a sophisticated theme: something that makes a social statement.”
“I just got here. I can’t come up with a costume that quickly,” I complained.
“No worries,” said Jackie. “I have just the thing.”
But when I asked, she wouldn’t tell me what my costume was going to be. “It’s a surprise. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
How many times had I heard Jackie telling me “you’ll love it” over the last four years, right before she dragged me into something I wouldn’t be caught dead doing? Although I had to admit, most of them turned out okay.
We spent the next day cleaning and setting up for the party. About 6, Jackie said, “we ought to get dressed.”
Great, I thought, now I’m going to find out what I’m wearing.
We went into Jackie’s bedroom, and she stripped out of her clothes. We’d always been comfortable in skin in front of each other, and being the same size and build had doubled our meager wardrobes in college.
“So, what’s the costume,” I asked.
“The divided woman. We’re going to be two halves of the same girl.”
That I had trouble believing. We’re the same height, weight, and shape, but that’s where the similarity ends. I’ve got short, dark hair, dark brown eyes, a Roman nose, and a sharp chin. Jackie has long flowing blonde tresses, blue eyes, a button nose, and a pixie’s face.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said.
She grabbed a long black skirt out of her closet and put it on. It reached all the way to the floor. “Now yours,” she said. And handed me a matching skirt.
“Come on,” she said. “You have to get undressed to put on the skirt.”
I sighed, and complied. “No underwear,” I asked. Jackie giggled. “Where’s my top?”
“No top, either.”
I gasped. “Jackie, you know I’m not an exhibitionist, and especially in a room full of people I don’t know.”
“Trust me. You’ll love it.”
I rolled my eyes, and waited.
Jackie grabbed something out of the closet, and then strung a chain through the belt loops on my skirt. Then she snapped something twice, and I looked down to see black leather cuffs dangling from the front of the belt. She took my right wrist and put it in the cuff, snapping it shut with a tiny padlock. Then she trapped my left wrist the same way. Finally, putting it all together, she ran a larger padlock through both wrist cuffs and the front of the chain belt, locking my wrists together in front of my waist.
“Surely you’re not going to lock yourself up like this,” I said.
“Of course not,” said Jackie. “We’re the divided woman. Two halves of the whole.”
“But I don’t want to walk around topless and locked up in a party full of people I don’t know. What’ll they think of me?”
“Will you stop worrying? Actually, it’d be better if you stopped talking, too.” And with that, Jackie produced a wiffle ball, popped it in my mouth, and tied the strap behind my head.
“Who knows, you might end up living here and knowing these people. If they don’t hear your voice at the party, they won’t know it’s you, so you’ll be able to meet them fresh.”
“Oh, right. You’re worried they’ll see your face. Well, that’s the other half of the costume. In the divided woman, I’m the top half, and you’re the bottom. So everyone is going to see my tits. But yours are going to be hidden.”
I had a very bad feeling, which was instantly confirmed, as Jackie lifted my skirt up over my head and tied it off.
I yelled through my gag.
Jackie put her arms around me and said, “Shhh. Trust me. No one will know who you are. You won’t know who they are. They won’t hear your voice, and they won’t see your face.”
No, I screamed in my mind, all they’ll see is my puss.
“C’mon. It’ll be fun. I’ll be right next to you all night, to protect you. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
As she pulled back, I realized I could sort of see outlines, but no features.
Jackie lead me down the stairs just as the doorbell rang. With one arm around my waist, she walked me to the door. She opened it and started greeting guests, many of whom gasped in recognition, though I realized we weren’t the only ones showing body parts normally hidden.
“It’s a very free group of friends I’ve found,” Jackie whispered in my ear.
I was sort of getting into it when the first hand cupped my ass, and I jumped.
“Easy, girl,” Jackie whispered. “That’s my ass he felt, and I kind of like it.”
A few more pinches and fondles later, Jackie was talking to a guy.
“I’m the divided woman,” she said.
“So if I tickle behind your knee, you’ll laugh,” he asked.
“Try it,” she said.
He tickled behind my knee, and I heard Jackie laugh a little.
“And if I lick your nipples well,” he continued, “will you get wet.”
“That’s certainly an experiment worth trying,” Jackie said throatily.
I heard him slurping, and Jackie moaning, and suddenly realized he was going to see if I was wet. And then, thinking about my situation, suddenly I was wet.
His finger stroked my puss, and I found myself moaning, and heard Jackie moaning in unison.
“Neat,” he said.
Then he walked off.
Jackie hugged me to her. “Tell me you’re not digging this,” she whispered in my ear.
I broke down, and moaned my agreement.
We spent more time talking with people (well, Jackie did the talking), and I felt occasional caresses to my butt. After a couple of hours, I was getting tired of standing, when Jackie sat us down on the couch. She whispered in my ear, “I’m feeling very wanton. Spread my legs a little wider,” and without thinking, I did as she asked.
The next thing I knew, she was making out with a guy, moaning and swaying. She pulled away for breath, and I felt his hand fondling my puss. I could see Jackie looking down at his hand, and she cooed encouragement to him.
Wait a minute! I screamed in my mind. I don’t even know him.
But his finger started stroking deeper, teasing my opening, and flicking my clit. I stopped worrying, and started breathing more heavily, whistling through the wiffle ball.
Suddenly, he stopped, as Jackie pushed him away. “I’m not ready to cum in the middle of a room full of my guests,” she said with mock severity.
I moaned in frustration.
She let me rest a few minutes, then pulled me up, and we kept circulating.
At one point, we wound up in the kitchen, and I heard a can of whipped cream spraying. Then I heard Jackie giggle “Oooh, my nipples,” followed by licking.
“What about the rest of you,” a male voice asked, and I felt whipped cream sprayed along my labia. It was followed almost immediately by a mouth. The whipped cream was gone almost instantly, though the tongue kept diving into my puss. Once again, I was getting very close, and once again, Jackie said, “I don’t want to cum in my kitchen with all these people around.”
I moaned even louder, and Jackie slapped my ass. “Quiet, you,” she whispered in my ear.
I think we were back in the living room when Jackie raised her voice, calling for attention.
“I hope you’ve all enjoyed this evening as much as I have,” she said. “But it’s not over. I know most of you have admired my lower half,” she put her arm around my waist, and held me tight to her. “She’s been very good all night, and I think she’s been somewhat frustrated. So I have an idea, but I’ll need your help.”
I could sense her gesturing, and before I knew it, several hands had grabbed my ankles and locked something around them.
“I think you’re going to have a really good time, now,” she said to me. To the room, she said, “Here’s a box of latex gloves, and a bowl of lubricant. I hope you’ll all take the opportunity to give my lower half the attention it’s been craving all night.”
I “mmphed” a loud question at Jackie, but her only response, was, apparently, tying the top of my skirt to something above me, because when I tried to bend down, I couldn’t.
The next thing I knew, there were two sets of fingers lightly stroking my labia. They increased their speed, and pressure, and I came.
There was a brief pause, and then a pair of unlubricated fingers were tugging on my clit. Rolling the nub between them, pulling and squeezing, and not touching anything else, and I came again, shaking and quivering.
Two orgasms in a night is usually my limit. But then it was a girl’s glove-covered fingers. I knew it was a girl, because they were slender with nails, and they were driving in and out of me, until she reached all the way inside and stroked my g-spot, and I had my third.
I came back to my senses noticing the noise level had fallen. I assumed that meant most of the guests had left. A girl’s voice asked Jackie if she needed help clearing up.
“Yes,” she said. “My legs are really getting tired. Why don’t you help me put them up, and then we can clean up and chat.”
Jackie lead me over to an easy chair and sat me down, putting my feet up on the foot rest. Then I felt a pair of hands on each of my ankles, and suddenly I was once again wearing ankle cuffs. I knew instantly that I wouldn’t be moving my feet any closer together, as they’d put a spreader bar between them. Jackie must have tied it somehow, because I couldn’t move. “You just rest for a bit, hon, we’ll clean up.”
I drifted in the close darkness of the skirt covering my torso and head.
Then Jackie was shaking me awake, untying my ankles, and standing me up again. She walked me up the stairs, to her bedroom. She untied the skirt from over my head and pulled it down. And I realized how hot and humid I had gotten. My hair was matted down all over my head, plastered to my face as well. I waited for her to take the gag out of my mouth and finish untying me, but instead, she pushed me down on the bed, crawled up under my skirt, and licked until my unprecedented fourth orgasm knocked me out again.
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