incredible with her face coated with the syrup of my coming, almost like she was melting. When I looked at her sloppy, blissful expression, my pussy sang with satisfaction.
'Kiss me,' she beckoned. 'Lick your own juice off my face.'
I fell on top or her. Our bodies intertwining on the floor. When our lips met, the pungent thrill of my own cream made me lurch in ecstasy, my own sweetness tilling my senses. A pool of pussy juice that she had stored in her mouth slid down my throat as our lips met and tongues darted, my sweetness mingling in the pit of my stomach with Miranda's.
We were laying side by side with our tits pressed together and our legs interlocked so our pussies rubbed. When the kiss was over I was so ecstatic with joy that I couldn't help but ask, 'How was it for you?'
'The same as it was for you,' she sighed. 'Wet… and wonderful. Do you still wonder if that twerp Ron is here?'
I laughed and shook my head no. 'I wonder what Ron would think if he could see his two best customers now.'
'I wonder what our husbands would think,' she giggled, digging her thigh into my pussy.
'Please don't remind me,' I giggled, running my lips along her cheek and fondling her breasts.
'Not one of them would probably believe it,' she said.
'Why do you say that?' I asked.
'You know men even when they're still just boys, like Ron. They all think that no woman can do without them. If a couple of women decide to take matters into their own hands or should I say pussies? They immediately conclude we're dykes.'
'Well, there's certainly nothing queer about a couple of grown women making love to give pleasure to each other. Especially while everyone with a dick between their legs is ignoring them,' I said seriously.
I was tired of being held like a puppet on a string by men. My adventure with Miranda had spontaneously expanded my horizons to an infinite degree. I would never stay horny again, as long as she was living across the street.
Wanting to show her how much I dug her, my mind recalled the offer of the foot-long dildo she had stored in her closet. 'Get it,' I urged. 'Get that thing you were talking about earlier.'
'The dildo?' she said, accurately reading my lustful thoughts. 'Do you think you can take it?' she asked. 'What's the biggest prick your pussy has ever handled? Your husband's? Ron's?'
'No,' I confessed with some hesitation. 'A door-to-door brush salesman at the beginning of the summer.'
'Oh yeah,' she sighed in obvious recognition.
'You?' I blurted. 'I shared him with you, too?'
'You better believe it; I never miss an opportunity,' she laughed. 'Looks like we've got a lot in common.'
When the surprise passed, I laughed too, thinking about the irony of both of our pussies being filled by that anonymous salesman's cock on different occasions. 'Say, did you happen to get that guy's name?' I asked good- naturedly.
'Nope.'
'Neither did I. I don't even remember what he looked like for sure,' I confessed.
'We were talking about dick sizes,' she brought me back to the subject. 'If that dude was the biggest throbber you've ever had, then that means a maximum of ten inches. This dildo we've been talking about is two inches longer, and God knows how much thicker than that salesman's dork. It's okay if you want to try a smaller one. Like I said, we've got tons of them.'
'The biggest,' I insisted.
She scrambled up off the floor. Running over to the closet, she opened the door and disappeared inside, the clattering of objects falling on the floor resonating through the house. Finally she came out carrying a cardboard box that seemed to be filled with junk.
However, once she brought it over to me, I could see that there were a number of items which were anything but junk if one had a throbbing pussy. One item above all the others made my cunt ache in anticipation.
Miranda drew out what first looked like a thick piece of hose. A bouncy, lengthy tube of resilient black vinyl more than two feet long. But I instantly saw that it was no regular hose. For each end of the vinyl instrument was shaped like the bulbous head of a huge black prick.
'I thought you said it was only a foot,' I said in excited alarm. 'That thing looks more like two.'
'It is,' she chuckled smugly, holding it out in front of her at full length like she was a zookeeper displaying a prize python. 'A foot for each of us.'
'You mean we can both fuck with it at the same time?' I shrieked with joy. 'Oh God, I love it!' The idea of fucking and being fucked by another woman drove me wild, my cunt itching to get started.
Miranda grinned at my excitement. She clamped her fist around the middle of the two-headed dildo, making it shake like it was alive. From the box, Miranda took out a jar of petroleum jelly and began to smear the lubricant over each glossy head.
'Oooooooh,' I groaned in anticipation, my mouth watering, 'how do you use that monster? Are you sure it won't kill us?'
'Don't you hope it does?' she giggled.
'You better believe it,' I admitted, chomping at the bit.
'Okay, just wait another second,' Miranda promised.
When she was finished rubbing the jelly into a thick, glossy sheen over the twin heads of the dildo, she smiled, pointing one knotty end of it straight at me, drawing a bead on my pulsing loins.
'Spread your legs as wide as you can, honey!' she exclaimed. 'This is going to rip you apart!'
'Is that a threat or a promise?' I answered buoyantly. Following her instructions, I threw myself back on my elbows, pulling apart my thighs as I locked my knees and spread my legs, exposing my eager pussy to the maximum. Up on my elbows, by looking through the V of my outstretched legs I could see every gorgeous thing that was going to happen.
With her expert fingers, Miranda parted my soggy pussy lips. Placing the huge head of one end of the artificial cock against my cunt, she gently applied pressure.
'Ooooooh,' I hissed, as the black bar slid through my parting pussy lips and slipped thickly into my waiting fuck canal. 'Ooooooh, Miranda, it's going to go all the way through me.'
'You wish,' Miranda teased as she carefully stuffed about half the long rod into my cunt, enchanted, she watching my pussy mouth stretch into a wide O to receive the oval bar. 'Now for me,' she said.
The other end of the vinyl dildo curved twitchingly from my parted thighs like a real cock – its far end rooted deep in my cunt as though it were actually growing out of my hairy crotch. Miranda looked at it for a moment, fondling it like it was a real prick, then planting a light kiss on its knotty head. As her lips brushed wetly against the end of the phallic instrument looming from my groin, I was almost certain that I could actually feel them.
Now she moved forward and straddled my hips, hovering over the swinging dildo. She smiled down at me as she got ready for her cunt to swallow her end of the hard vinyl cock. 'Now you see it just like a man does – only you're going to feel it like a woman.'
'The best of two possible worlds,' I answered, thrusting my pelvis so the outer end of the prick between my legs would snap impatiently at her waiting pussy.
She positioned the slick end of the dildo against her drooling snatch. Closing her eyes in bliss, she used her expert fingers to force the huge black head past the outer lips of her cunt, then, sighing, she lowered her crotch down toward mine.
Squish! The thick cock vanished into her pussy.
'Holy fuck!' she gasped as her distended cunt slid down the greased pole to smack wetly against my waiting pussy. Only a thin band of black vinyl gleamed between the slippery lips of our interlocked cunts, as we started to fuck.
Now it was my turn to gasp as the force of Miranda's descending pelvis drove the dildo further and further up my fucking canal. All evidence of the phallic implement had vanished within our pussies as her cunt pressed maddeningly against my tormented box. The tingling buds of our clits poked each other like sharp needles.
The pressure of our buckling hips drove each end of the dildo far into both our cunts. The knotty heads
