stimulation of my clit, without any stopping for short forays into my hole, had been incredible in its effect on me. Moreover, Martha had been far better than any man at keeping my orgasm going. Perhaps it was her feminine intuition that allowed her to stimulate me, to arouse me, at exactly the right instant, to the point where I moved to a higher level of passion, but not so high that I reached the point where my passion could only lessen.
I looked down at Martha. She lay on the floor, resting. At first, I thought she was asleep, but she smiled at me and winked. Her eyes had been half-shut, but now they were wide open, staring at me questioningly.
'Was it as good as you expected?' she asked.
'Even better than I expected,' I answered. I meant what I said.
'Glad to hear it. You know, the same thing happened to me with my first experience with another woman. I expected it to be good, but turned out to be so unbelievably good.'
Martha stood up. 'I still have a lot to teach you, Lori,' she said, looking at me intently as she spoke.
'I'm ready,' I said.
Martha smiled. Maybe she had been afraid that I was too tired or that I was afraid to do too much the first time. Whatever, my eagerness to learn seemed to make her happy.
'Look in my purse. I think you'll find something there that you'll like,' Martha told me.
I was mystified. What could she have in her purse?
'Go on. You'll like it. I guarantee it,' Martha insisted.
I picked up her purse and reached inside. At first, my grasping fingers didn't find anything. Then, they gripped something cylindrical. It was a hard, rubbery shaft enclosed in some sort of case.
I pulled it out of her purse. 'My, my,' I said, giggling. 'I do like it.'
It was a very large dildo – about twelve inches long and proportionately thick – encased in a leather sheath. I stripped the sheath from it and hefted it in my hand. The dildo was pink and rubbery, but not too flexible to the touch. It felt like a very good hard-on.
Martha took the dildo from me. 'Bend over,' she told me.
Facing away from Martha, I bent over, resting my hands on my thighs. I expected her to slam the dildo into my cunt, to shove it way in my hole without any hesitation.
Martha surprised me. While I braced for the assaults of that rubber cock, Martha gently touched its tip to my clit. Her recent attentions had left my clit extremely sensitive, so I responded immediately, moaning as tremors of pleasure moved through my body.
Except for Mike's cock, pricks hadn't done much for me recently. I hadn't expected a dildo to be very exciting as a replacement. In Martha's hands, however, a dildo was more than a mere replacement. She used it with the same patience and control with which she had used her tongue.
She kept rubbing the fake prick against my clit. Then she pushed it into my hole, but she didn't ignore my clit. She used one finger from her free hand to keep up the pressure on my passion-bud. Martha penetrated my snatch gently with the dildo. Inch by inch, she moved it inside, giving my cunt time to adjust to the big rubber cock.
Finally, it was completely inside my hole. Martha now showed me the full potentialities of lesbian sex. If a man had gotten his cock into me, he would have started slamming it in and out of my cunt. A man wielding the dildo would have done the same, using all his strength to fuck it in and out of my hole. Martha moved the dildo efficiently, but not artlessly. She made sure that on each stroke the dildo entered at the proper angle so that it rubbed against my clit. She also varied the tempo to maximize my pleasure.
'Keep it up, Martha. Oh, that feels great,' I moaned.
Martha wanted me to enjoy it, but she didn't want me to climax yet. When she saw signs that my orgasm was imminent, she slowed her strokes. Then, an inch at a time, she withdrew the rubber cock.
'Why are you stopping?' I asked petulantly.
'That was just a warm-up. Now we're going to satisfy each other at the same time.'
'Do you have another dildo?' I asked.
Martha laughed. 'Not with the dildo, Lori. With this.' She stuck her tongue out at me.
I remembered Ann and Vicky at the last party. I didn't mind any longer that Martha had taken the dildo out of my cunt. Eating each other simultaneously seemed to hold the greatest potentiality for enjoyment of anything I had done so far.
Martha pushed me down on the floor. Then she spread my legs far apart. Her next move was to get on her knees, one knee on either side of my body.
I looked up and could see Martha's wet snatch only a few feet above my head. Martha looked down and smiled at me. Then she crouched down lower so that her cunt moved into my mouth. At the same time, she bent forward so that her head dropped down to my twat.
Simultaneously, Martha's cunt touched my lips and her mouth touched my cunt. I eagerly drank her juices as they poured down on me. Eating a cunt from below was a much wetter experience than eating one from a frontal position as I had done earlier. I had to keep swallowing to prevent myself from drowning in a sea of twat- honey.
Martha's tongue on my cunt felt as good as it had felt earlier. I enjoyed this even more, however, because there was something beautiful about the way we were satisfying each other. Men and women satisfied each other, of course, whether fucking or eating and sucking, but it wasn't as balanced, as perfectly mutual as two women eating each other out, doing the same thing to each other at the same time, with exactly the same results.
Martha's pressure on my clit varied not only with my own pleasure, but with hers. She tried to keep us at the same level, to insure that we reached climax together. As her own excitement increased, she licked my clit harder and harder. Each time her cunt contracted in a paroxysm of passion, squeezing tightly on my finger, she followed up with more frenetic licking at my cunt.
We worked perfectly in tandem, two tongues, two fingers, two cunts striving for the perfect orgasm. Sex had never felt like this. Never! I had never known what I had missed until the dream and especially until this experience with Martha. Now I knew I would never be the same again!
We climaxed together. When I came, I arched my back and tried to throw myself up at Martha. I wanted to shove my cunt into her mouth. Meanwhile, she pressed her twat down on me, filling my mouth with cunt while I used my tongue to stimulate her swollen clit.
We bounced and bucked on the floor in one of the wildest orgasms I had ever experienced. We rolled from side to side. Then we flipped over. Now I was on top, my head still buried in Martha's cunt, her head still between my legs.
We rolled over again. I was back on the bottom now. The delicious pressure on my cunt had not ceased. It went on and on, the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
Cunt-juice had poured out of Martha's twat all over me and my own flood of pussy-cream covered her, but neither of us minded. All we cared about was the pleasurable sensation of tongue on clit.
I thought that it would go on forever, but it ended, of course. As our orgasms subsided, we separated and lay back on the floor. For a few moments, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and sighs of satisfaction.
Again, Martha looked asleep. She appeared to doze for a few minutes. Then she opened her big brown eyes and looked at me.
'Lori, I loved that. You learn so fast, so damn fast. We'll have to do that again. And soon!'
'Thanks. But Mike said that next time he wants it to be the three of us. You, me, and him. He says that three-way sex is the best, but I'm afraid he wants to see how much I enjoy it when I make it with another woman,' I told her.
'Probably a little bit of both,' Martha said, laughing. 'Don't let him know how good it feels. That's one secret women must keep from men. Tell him you liked it with me, but don't tell him how much. Don't let him think it's a threat!'
'I'll do that,' I assured her. 'But what will I do when he sees us together? He'll know then that it is a real threat.'
'Hold back a little, that's all,' Martha suggested.
'I'll try,' I said. 'When should we all get together?' I asked.
'I don't know. I'll have to think of something to tell Bill. He gets a little jealous. I told him tonight that I was coming over to play bridge. I'll think of something for next time. Call me in a few days.'
