'So do you,' Brigette said. 'And I'll bet you never have come off the way you're going to get your jollies with Willard.'
This time, Glendora lay back on the huge bed. She propped pillows under her head so that she could see to insert the machine in her sexual opening, and, slowly, with caution and a bit of tripidation, she touched the very tip of the machine to her wet labia.
The tingling thrill of its vibrating plastic shot through her like a life-giving jolt of pleasant electricity. Despite herself, she gasped.
'See?' Brigette said. 'Didn't I tell you?'
'I never… I never thought… '
Glendora was unable to continue. There seemed only one thing on the entire earth-the great electrical dildo which she was pushing deeper and deeper into her eagerly responding flesh. She could feel its tingling throbs against the walls of her sexual channel and against the tip of her sensitive clitoris, and she realized that it would soon spasm her to the very heights of orgasm.
As Glen continued to push the great electrical tool deeper and deeper inside her-as she stared in rapt fascination at the point where her widely spread legs met-as she watched in awe the slow, gradual disappearance of the phallic shaft and felt every tingling, thrilling sensation that went with it-Brigette leaned over and very gently sucked her right breast into her hot mouth.
The combined sensations were almost more than Glendora could bear. The thrill of the machine pulsating within her at the same time that her nipple was being licked and sucked by a hot and skilled tongue was almost more than her body and mind could stand.
Still she pushed the machine deeper, feeling its wonderful vibrations-pressing it high against her clitoris and pushing it to the very depths of her body's ability to accept it.
Then she changed the pattern that Brigette had established. Instead of leaving the machine within to throb on its own, thereby stimulating her flesh in only one way, she pulled it slightly out and then thrust it into herself again. Almost violently now, she worked the great dildo in and then out of her sexual hole, thrusting as a man might thrust, but gaining far more than she could possibly with any man, for she knew that no man could pulsate and oscillate as the machine was doing at the same time as it gave a rhythmic thrusting movement to the shaft to make her labia and clitoris twitch back and forth with every intensifying sensation soaring through her body.
She could feel her nipple erecting under the ministrations of Brigette's skilled lips. It seemed as if her breasts were actually expanding-growing-as if in an individual eagerness to have more flesh to respond to sexual stimulation. Her entire body seemed to be responding to the twin stimulations. Her muscles seemed more tense, her pulse was racing, her heart pounded rapidly against the confines of her rib cage.
Her flesh seemed to flush from the very tips of her toes to the top of her forehead. She thrust the machine deep and high inside her and removed it with an almost brutal movement. She could not seem to stimulate herself enough. She sighed as the pleasure created by Brigette's lips and tongue scurried through her body, bringing with it thrills so impossible she could hardly have imagined them. None of her previous sexual contact had in any way been like this. She was soaring to heaven. Her body tension was almost unbearable. She could feel her labia tightening their grip on the shaft of the electrical dildo. Her vagina was so eagerly wet that fluid was splashing forth with each partial withdrawal of the machine, running down her body and tickling wet against her tight anus.
She seemed to hang for a tense instant of eternity over the very brink of the ultimate abyss before she felt the first vaginal spasm ticking through the blood engorged tissues of her inner body. Like unheard rolls of heavenly thunder rumbling through a pink-and-black velvet sky, this was followed by involuntary throb after spasming throb of intensely crippling muscular contractions. Like the rhythm of a phantom orchestra, they slammed through her again and again. She couldn't stop her rapid in-and-out movements of the dildo as spasm after spasm tore through her thrashing body with intensity so great they threatened actually to drive her to total and blessed oblivion.
Her eyes were dosed against the glory of it, her teeth were tightly clenched, and she was gasping against a pleasure so intense-so great-it was almost over the border to pain.
'Oh, yes,' she cried out again and again. 'Oh yes, it's good?'
Spasm after soul-searing spasm tore through her writhing body, lifting her to the very stars and then drowning her in a sea of ultimate pleasurable depths. Like a pendulum soaring far to the extreme right of erotic release, then to the extreme left of orgastic passion, she swung first to one extreme of ecstasy, then to another, each time lessening the arc of her travels until-spent, satiated, and exhausted-she lay back on the bed, too weak to withdraw the vibrator which still pulsated within her wet flesh.
Brigette continued to suck on the right nipple for some minutes. Finally, however, she released her grip on the firm, rounded breast and looked down at her semiconscious partner.
'Goddamn,' she said. 'I sure am glad you followed me to town today. Shit, if it hadn't been for the goddamned coed idea, we'd never have made it.'
The primary issue in her mind again brought Glendora back to a vague semblance of reality. Her eyes fluttered open and she became aware of the pulsating thrill still churning within her hot inner flesh. She reached down and slowly withdrew the shaft of the vibrator from her satiated vagina.
'Good, eh?' Brigette said.
'Oh, yes,' Glendora agreed. 'I've never-I mean, I had no idea-'
Brigette kissed her gently on the lips. 'You give me head like you did and I'll let you fuck Willard any time you want.'
'Oh, darling,' she sighed. Then she remembered her primary purpose. 'But you will talk to Mr. Concort?'
Brigette pouted slightly, then smiled her kittenish grin. 'Yes, goddamn it. I'll talk to the son of a bitch. Hell, it might even be worth it. I get you and your educated tongue. You get Willard and well, I guess sucking cock once in a while can't be all that bad.'
The two women snuggled naked on the motel bed, twined in each other's arms. Exhausted, satiated, and satisfied in both mind and body, they slept like contented children.
Chapter 7
It was almost five o'clock before they woke up. With awareness, they were jarred back to the realities of their lives. The academy was, if anything, worse than a small, gossip-prone town. They had to get back to Huntingford as soon as they could, and, separately, return to the campus.
But even faced with the necessity for speed and a certain amount of outward discretion, Brigette, definitely the less inhibited of the two, could not keep herself from rolling over on the bed and grasping Glendora's firm naked breasts in the palms of her hands.
'I just want to come off one more time,' Brigette whispered as she again flicked the vibrator on and gently thrust it deep into her vagina. She was lying on her side, her breasts pressed tightly against Glendora's back, her hands kneading the hot flesh of the teacher's breasts.
'Goddamn,' she said, 'your tits really feel good. I'm on cloud nine. A handful of perfect tits and Willard going ape.'
'Oh, Brigette,' Glen sighed.
The younger woman pressed her slender, well formed body tightly against Glendora's back. She shuddered, gasped, and then said, 'Oh God, it makes me come off so fast. Jesus! Instant orgasm. The greatest! The goddamned greatest!'
She squeezed Glendora's breasts one more time, then, as if nothing had happened, pulled the vibrating machine from her body, jumped from the bed, and slipped into her clothes.
They didn't speak much on the way back to Huntingford, but as Glendora left Brigette's car on the main street of the small village, she leaned one final time into the vehicle. 'You will talk to your husband?' she said.
'Yes, yes.' Brigette was impatient. She wanted to get back to her house without being suspected of having done more than shop and had lunch, or perhaps seen a movie. 'I'll talk to him.' Then, as an afterthought, she
