Chapter 2
I cut across my backyard, through the fence, then into Lynn's yard. Our backyards joined. The sky was a shallow, shifting gray, and a damp morning wind blew at me as I mounted the two steps to her back door.
The door was closed, and I tapped against the window pane with my knuckles. I clutched my robe tightly together and shivered from the cold. I wished I'd stopped for my coat.
No answer.
I knocked again. Louder.
Maybe she's in the bathroom, I thought. Or still asleep: that's more probable.
I knocked again, then turned the door knob. The door was open.
"Lynn!" I said. I peered in. The house was dark. "Lynda!" I repeated. The wind blew at me again. Oh, hell! I thought. I was freezing my ass off. I stepped into the house and shut the door behind me. "Lynda!" I called out. "It's me-Wendy!" Still nothing.
I walked through the kitchen and into the hallway. Her house was set up like mine, with the three bedrooms and the bath set off from the hallway. Her master bedroom was at the end of the hall.
"Lynda!" I whispered harshly as I stood in the doorway of her bedroom. She was soundly sleeping, curled up in the center of the bed. She stirred slightly at my call, then turned over, kicking the covers off her, and went directly back to sleep.
I stopped for a moment to stare at her. She seemed so innocent, sleeping soundly like a child.
She's almost a child, I thought. Compared to me. She's young; just married. No children yet. Her whole future lies before her.
She shifted again on the bed, twisting her legs and throwing the covers even further from her. Her legs were bare, and uncovered right up to her crotch. I stared at her exposed body, my eyes fixing themselves up between her legs, until I could clearly discern the soft, fine blonde hairs on her cunt.
She was sleeping naked.
I stood there in the silence of her house, with one hand touching the door frame, a call dying on my lips, and I just stared at her lovely nakedness. Her thighs were long and thin, and in the gloom of the unlit bedroom, they seemed softly rounded and perfectly shaped. One leg was standing erect and bent at the knee, while the other had fallen over on the side, and revealed the gentle shadows of what lay between.
My mouth was dry, and the fire was still burning in my groin from earlier. The sight of her sleeping, naked body made the lips of my cunt quiver with expectation. I knew I had to have her.
It was nothing new for either of us. We had had several sexual encounters together before today. Neither of us had planned it; it just happened.
But she had enjoyed it, I reminded myself, remembering.
My hand was trembling as I unbuttoned the buttons of my bathrobe. I slipped the robe from my shoulders, and it fell in a noiseless puddle at my feet. My trembling hand slid quickly into the elastic band of the pajama bottoms, and I began to tug at them. They slipped effortlessly over my wide hips and slid down my naked thighs, stopping at my knees because of my open, spread legs.
My hand was in my crotch, moving against my clitoris. I nestled my hand in the downy softness of hair, cupping the mount with my fingers. My cunt was still wet, and my fingers slipped in between the inner lips, moving them apart so that I could hear the sucking noise they made as I slid the middle finger back towards my cunt hole. My fingernail scraped against the skin, gliding forward through the dampness until it slipped into the hole.
My body was on fire. I could feel the heat against my hand and all around my submerged finger. I pushed the finger back and forth, stretching the elastic circle of the hole as widely as possible. I tried to push the finger even further up into me, but my legs were not open widely enough to allow passage. I pushed my knees together, catching my doubled hand in between my thighs, pressing its fist-like hardness up against the wet softness of my cunt The pajamas slid past my knees and fell to the floor. I stepped out of them, and was completely naked from my. waist down.
I quickly spread my legs as wide as I could, and leaned back against the door jamb for support. My finger plunged into the depths of my body, spearing its softness like a knife. My knuckles were pressed tightly against my cuntal lips and the finger was all the way in. The lips were wet and they dripped their juices all over my fist.
I slid my finger out and moved it up to the hard bud of my clit. My hand was sopping with my own wetness as I applied pressure against the organ. I pressed it down with my finger, rubbing it back and forth without rotating the finger; just using friction. I felt the clit swell under the pressure and grow hard and hot. I began to stroke it rapidly.
And all the while I stared at her unsuspecting, sleeping body. I could see the delicate crack running down between her cuntlips. The ends of the lips were blurred in a gray shadow near her ass. I could see the dark, silhouetted curve of her buttocks hidden in the shadow of her body and partially obscured by the rumpled sheets of the bed.
At the other end of her cunt, I could see the faintest swelling protrusion between the thick flap of her cunt. Her clitoris was partially hidden in the soft, blonde lightness of her hair. The hair stretched up over the curve of her mound, and spread out in a widening vee-like growth that trailed faintly up towards her navel. The hair was soft and flaxen, and didn't resemble normal pubic hair. It wasn't dry or bristled or even wavy. It reminded me of the cool, silky strands of hair that infants are born with.
Lynda stirred again and made a soft, purring sound. Her legs turned slightly, falling open and revealing her loveliness even further. The blanket had slid down, and her right breast was poking up in the air like a firm, round apple. The skin on her breast was milky white, as it was all over her body. But the tips of her breast, and the tiny nipple in the center was a deep pink. Not a brown pink, but a subdued rose-like hue that accented the whiteness of her naked body.
My hand was moving through my own crotch, and I could feel the warm growing under my fingers. It spread down the insides of my thighs, and up over the swollen mound of my cunt My nipples were hard, and they scraped against the coarse folds of my pajama top.
I pulled the last garment up over my head and flung it down on the bedroom floor. I was completely naked now, and I could feel the cool tickle the air made against my bare skin. Total nudity is erotic, regardless of what some people maintain. There is no greater sense of sexual freedom than the cool caress of air against a burning, naked body. The air does something to you; it stimulates your nerve ends and awakens your sense of complete sensual abandonment.
I stepped into the bedroom for the first time. The cold touch of the wooden floor sent a chill up from my naked feet and buried itself in the seething wetness of my crotch. The floor creaked from my weight, and I sucked in my breath unconsciously. I didn't want to awaken her now; not just yet, anyhow. I had to have her while she was still sleeping. While she was still unaware and innocent.
Two more steps and I was at the side of her bed. One leg was hanging off the edge of the mattress. I bent down and kneeled at her side. I could feel the cold touch of the discarded top sheet rubbing against my breast as I leaned forward.
I picked up my hand and held it poised above her leg. My mouth was dry and I was breathing harshly. My palms were sweating as I bent my open hand towards her open thigh. I could hear the slow, regular breathing of her sleeping body, and the faint buzzing echo of a snore.
I touched her!
My fingers trembled and I think I must have uttered a cry. Her flesh was cool and smooth, and the muscles of her thigh were firm and youthful.
I began to slide my hand up her thigh, towards her cunt. I moved it slowly, almost imperceptibly, my fingers savoring the silky touch of her flesh, I spread my hand wide, and allowed my fingers to stretch outward around her thigh, rubbing it softly with the tips of each finger. My hand circled around and began to move up the inside of her thigh. The skin was warmer here than it was on the outside of the leg. As I moved the hand closer to her cunt, the skin grew even more warm, as though even in her sleep the heat of her passionate body was never extinguished.
My hand stopped an inch from her cunt I could feel the tickle of a single pubic hair against my middle finger. The hair curled around the finger, and I rubbed its softness against the inside of her thigh.
I stretched my finger and touched her cunt. Just the edge at first, and with only two fingers. I rubbed the tips of each against her secret flesh, trembling with my cautious passion still in check.
She did not stir and I grew bold. I slid the hand up and placed it over the mound of her cunt. I put the palm of my hand against the flat underside of her cunt, and curled my fingers against her, running them through the cool softness of her hair. I ran my pinky up through the crease at the edge of the vee against her thigh. It was damp with perspiration.
My eyes darted from her cunt to her face not knowing where to fix themselves. There was the faintest flush of color on her sleeping cheek, and her golden blonde hair was splayed out across her pillow like strands of sunlight.
I pushed my open hand up rightly against her crotch, grinding my palm against her cunt. I could feel the delicate indentation where her outer lips folded together, and I could feel the fleeting hardness of her clitoris under the middle part of my middle finger. I managed to wriggle my fingers in between her lips as I pushed upward with my hand. They had a clammy wet feel, and I could feel the circular impression where her vaginal opening was. I could feel the heat of her inner body pressing against my palm.
I began to masturbate her with my grinding hand. My middle finger was now pressed directly against her clitoris, and I rubbed the whole area in a slow, sensual circle, pressing upward against her cunt.
Lynda began to moan in her sleep. Small sleepy sounds from deep in her throat. Her body began to react to my touches, and I could feel the return pressure of her cunt pressing back against my moving hand. She was reacting in her sleep.
I was afraid I would awaken her if I continued, so I pulled my hand back. I put my hand to my nose and breathed in her musky sexual odor. My hand was wet with her moisture, and I ran my tongue up through the wetness, tasting her body.
That was all I needed. I bent my face and began to kiss her thighs. I placed my lips on the inner flesh, and ran my tongue in between them. Her body tasted salty, and I ran my kisses up towards her cunt.
Lynda was moaning loudly now, and her hips were rotating against the bed. She was still sleeping, but her body was reacting as though she were awake.
I could feel the touch of her pubic hair brushing against my cheek, and the hard mound of her cunt pressed against my face. My tongue was licking at the space near the top of her thighs.
She shifted on the bed, and I found my face buried up against her cunt. Her hair was in my face, and the smell of her body filled my nostrils. I poked my tongue out and touched her cunt directly. My tongue nestled in the salty warmth of her crack. I could feel the hairs scraping against my teeth as my tongue wriggled in between the lips. I pushed their thickness apart by sliding my tongue from side to side through my teeth. Her body tasted warm, and I licked up through the wetness, seeking her clitoris. It was hard under my tongue and I tried to press down on it but it kept sliding away from my tongue. I caught it in my teeth, and scraped them together, scratching the bud softly and sucking it into my mouth.
"Ooohhhr I heard Lynda say. "Oh, it's good!" Her voice was slurred with sleep, and I couldn't tell whether she was awake or asleep. It didn't matter, in any case, for I wouldn't stop now for any reason.
I slid my face down between her legs, pressing my open mouth against her cunt. My tongue moved down through her cuntal lips, gliding smoothly towards her vaginal opening. I could feel her clit pressed up against my nose as I pushed my tongue up inside her body. Her hole was slippery wet and open. My tongue seemed to be sucked up into her open passage. I could feel the heat and wetness of her body dribbling down my chin and into my open mouth. Her body reeked with a strong sexual aroma, and the drool leaking from her cunt tasted thick and salty.
I could feel her hands now sliding behind my head and holding my face tightly against her body. Her fingers were in my hair, tangling and twisting them, and pressing my face upward into her wetness. I could feel the heat of her thighs pressed against my face, and she lifted her legs and arched her body upward to meet my licking, probing tongue.
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "That's great ... wonderful ... more ... do more ... please!"
My tongue was pushed as far into her as it would go. My jaw ached from being pressed so tightly against her cunt, and I could feel a throbbing in my temples from the strain of my pushing, licking tongue. I curled it into a round cylinder, and slid it in and out, up and down the length of her passageway. I could feel the smooth, slippery walls of her cunt slip past my wet, moving tongue.
"Oh, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy!" Lynda said in a moaning, passionate voice. "You're great! God!"
Suddenly her body stiffened. Her hands were pushing . at my face, trying to pry my lips, from her cunt. Her thighs twisted away from me, robbing my lips of its pleasure.
"No!" Lynda moaned. "Stop, please!"
"Why?" I asked, looking up between her legs. My mouth was slobbering and wet, and trickles of juice dribbled down my chin. I could taste thin fibers of her cunt hair in my mouth.
"I didn't clean myself!" she moaned. "My ... cunt!"
"I don't under-"
"BRIT she shouted. "We had sex this morning! Before he left for work. He came inside of me! I didn't clean it out!"
I could hardly express the intensity of the burning need that exploded in my body when I heard her words. The very thought of my tongue being in her cunt then-the same place where her husband Bill's prick had been, and where his sperm still was-made the urgency of what I had been doing seem even more invitingly imperative than before. I bent my mouth back towards her cunt, opening my mouth and applying my lips against the wetness between her legs.
"Let me!" I told her. "I want to do it!"
She opened her legs, and I plunged my face against her. Before, I had noticed that her cunt's discharge had tasted thick and salty. Now I knew why. It was his sperm that I. was eating; his sperm that dribbled down like thick milk from her open vagina.
My tongue slid right up into her. I pressed it against the walls of her vaginal passage way until it was flat against the wet sides of her body. My tongue moved up and down, in and out, like a cat licking at a bowl of cream, flicking whatever wetness I discovered there back into my mouth. I sucked up her discharge and inhaled her dripping wetness with my pursed lips. I could feel a thick, elusive lump of fibrous jelly floating around in all her wetness, sliding back and forth past my tongue. I slipped my hands up behind her ass and elevated her body so that I could reach the substance. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling it slide with a slippery ease past my teeth, leaving its slimy stain across my tongue.
It was as though I were sucking her husband's cock, and he had come in my mouth. It was better, for I was enjoying the salty sweetness of his balls without his ever having known about it. But each time FU see him, I will know. I'll look at his crotch, and I alone will know.
Lynda's hands were back in my hair, forcing my face into her softness with an almost maniacal energy. The perversity of what was happening was affecting her, arousing and stimulating her body far beyond the pleasures my tongue alone could provide. Her cunt was lifted up off the bed, and she was humping its wetness against my mouth.
"Do it!" she cried. "Oh, god! Wendy, do it to me!"
Both her legs were bent and open, and her feet were pressed into the mattress. My neck was bent upward, straining against her cunt, as she arched her back and pressed forward.
I placed my hands under her hips to support her, and began rubbing my face back and forth against the wetness. I slid my face from her left thigh across the lips of her cunt, over its mound and into the hole, then on to her right thigh. Then back again in a rapid swirl of my neck. All the while my tongue was extended from my mouth, wetting her, poking itself into her softness as it left a trail of saliva across her dripping, hairy underside.
Now she was an active participant, and I found it as stimulating as I had her sleeping passivity. Her passion, once awaken, was the passion of youth: wild, extreme, and intense in its expression. This was something new; something to be felt and consumed and experienced in a burning, youthful fire of sexual experimentation.
She held her legs as widely apart as she could, exposing as much of her cunt as she was physically able. Her thighs must have hurt from the stretching, but she made no effort to slacken her pace. I could feel the taut, squeezing muscles of her ass and back under my hands as I dragged her body into my mouth. Her once cool, supple skin was now hot and fiery, and it glowed dully with her perspiration in the dim bedroom light.
She was using my mouth and tongue as she might have used a prick: she was fucking her cunt against me, humping her wet, burning pussy up and down and in and out of my mouth. All the while, she held my head as tightly against her as she could without breaking my neck or smothering me.
Then it began to change. Her hand untangled itself from my hair and began to slide down my back. She was bending her body sidewise, twisting over towards the center of the large, king-size mattress.
"Give me your cunt!" she said. "I want your cunt! I want to do it to you!"
This, indeed, was a novelty. In our other episodes, Lynda had never gone down on me. I had urged her to, but she was always too inhibited. She would touch my cunt and breast, even hump her cunt against my cunt, and allow me to lick her pussy. But she never wanted to do it to me.
She must be really hot, I thought. Waking up to perverted sex from a sound sleep must agree with her.
I swung my body around until I was standing up. All the while my face was still buried against Lynn's wet, juicy pussy, and I had to bend my back and neck in the most awkward of positions so that my lips would not slip-even for a second-from her golden mount. I could feel my dangling tits slide across her stomach as I swung my legs up over her prone body. I placed a leg on either side of her face, holding myself up on my knees, and permitted my cunt to drop down until it was staring Lynn right in the face.
She wasted no time. Her arms slipped up around my hips, then back over my ass until she was holding a cheek in each hand. Her fingers squeezed the muscles and separated them so as to afford her lips a clear, uncluttered target. She pulled my body towards her mouth.
I think I must have gasped at the contact. Perhaps it was the idea of the contact, for this was something new for me, too. I've never had a woman go down on me. Many, many men, but never a woman. The thought was terribly exciting.
I could feel a wet tickle of movement against my cunt. It was her tongue. She was licking the lips as she might have licked a lollipop: with long, headmoving licks with her tongue stuck very far from her lips. She was being cautious still, and hadn't completely thrown off her inhibitions. But she was making the effort.
She began to nuzzle the tip of her tongue between the closed folds of my cunt's lips, until she discovered my clit. Her tongue moved in short, rapid slaps against the bud, and it reminded me of the fierce pumping of a young girl's hand would make the first time she ever jerked off a boy. I think she was trying to bring on an instant orgasm. She applied direct contact and pressure on my clitoris, without any buildup or preparation.
The lack of subtlety of her attack was stimulating. There was something crude and animal-like about it. It was totally sexual, without any pretense of being anything else. She brought to it the unchecked, unchanneled energy of her youth.
She began warming to her task. My lips were wide open and my clit was rapidly brought to attention under her tongue. I could feel her face pressing itself against my burning underside, slipping in between the crack that ran down between my legs. I could feel the hard edge of her nose slipping in and out of my vaginal opening as she bent her moving tongue tightly against my clitoris.
My pussy was soaking with the combination of her saliva and my own flowing juices. I could clearly hear the wet, slurping sounds of flesh against flesh, and could feel the strange, almost awkward lapping rhythm of her frantic tongue.
Her left hand began to slid down over the bulge of my ass. I could feel it position itself between the hard mounds of my ass, then slid down towards the core of my womanhood with wet, slippery fingers. A moment later, I could feel two distinct fingers pry open my cuntal canal, and slide up into the hot pudding of my body. I know it was two fingers, because I could clearly feel them enter and then separate inside my cunt. She moved the fingers back and forth, sliding them past each other as she scraped them against the honeyed walls of the passageway. They felt like hard, wriggling worms in my cunt, tickling and exciting my flesh with their experiments.
My own lips were still sucking ardently on her clit. It was very large normally, and now, in its fully aroused state, it was extraordinarily big. This perhaps might account for Lynda's uncontrolled passion once she is stimulated. Her clit was pressed between my lips, reminding me of a small penis. It was hard and firm and hot, and I flicked its tip with my tongue as I might a cock. Actually, I was no longer licking it, I was sucking it. It scraped against my teeth, and I could feel her body tremble as my tongue moved against its sensitive walls.
Her two fingers were now joined by her tongue, and all three slid up into me. It was an exotic feeling, the combination of the separate hardness of her two fingers and the wet, plunging thickness of her tongue. They jammed my cuntal passage with the width of a penis, and it reminded me of a very strange, highly erotic fuck. The tongue and fingers moved in a crazy intensity against me, pumping in and out, twisting around and licking, salivating, poking through the lips of my cunt in an insane building fire.
All of Lynda's inhibitions were gone now. Her face was pressed as tightly against my cunt as my lips were pressed against hers. I could feel her mouth open against me, with her hot, moving, wet tongue darting all through the softness between my legs. Her teeth scraped themselves against the sensitive layers of flesh, and bit into my skin with stinging jabs of pain and pleasure.
"Get up!" she shouted suddenly. Her voice was partially muffled from the closeness of my body. Her hand was pushing against my ass.
I turned and looked over my shoulder at her. Her eyes were wild with passion, and her fine, thin hair was matted and twisted and hanging in her face. Her face from her nose down was wet and shiny with saliva and cunt juice.
"Get upF' she repeated; her voice seemed almost desperate. "I have a better way!"
She literally pushed me off her body, and I tumbled silently to the side of the bed.
As soon as I was off her, she lunged towards her night stand and pulled open the bottom drawer. She threw out one or two things and flung them on the floor. Then she made a sound that was a combination of a sigh and half-scream of success. Lynda turned back towards me with her eyes still clouded with passion and the object of her search clutched greedily in her hand.
It was a dildo.
But a very special dildo-a double dildo. It must have been at least a foot and a half long, and there was a set of balls hanging in the middle of the twin organs. It was curved slightly, in the shape of a shallow U, with one circumcised cock head tipping the ends of each peak. The color was a pale, almost sickly white-pink, and it looked as though it was made of wax or soft plastic.
"I want you to fuck me!" Lynda said. She rubbed the strange double-headed organ through the drenched forest of pubic hair running between her legs.
"My god!" I exclaimed in honest surprise. "Where did you get that!"
"Never mind that now!" she moaned. I could see the tip of one end sliding up into her cunt. "Let's just fuck!"
I was agreeable, and I slid across the bed towards her. Lynda was laying back on the bed with her legs almost at right angles to her trunk. Both hands were holding the organ, and she was pushing its length up inside her cunt. Her inner lips were spread widely around the sides of the shaft, and they clung with a sticky wet suction. The organ had slipped about halfway into her cunt.
"Oooohhhh!" she sighed. "Oh, my god, fuck me!"
Her body looked strange to me as I kneeled at her side. One end of the organ was firmly lodged in her box, and the other end was sticking up in the air, parallel to her belly. The organ curved down and around from out of her cunt, and the other end stood firm and erect like a hard-on.
"How do I ... use it?" I asked. I touched it with my fingers. It felt wet and clammy-a soft, rubbery plastic. There was a fine set of veins running down the shaft to the balls, and it looked strangely unreal.
"It bends," Lynda explained. She bent my part upward so that it was perpendicular to her cunt. Now it was in an L-shape: one end buried in her cunt, the other end waiting to be buried in mine.
"There's a piece of wire that runs down the center," she continued, unnecessarily. "You can bend it in any shape you want."
I mounted Lynda. I lifted my leg over her prostrated body until I was kneeling with my bent knees on either side of her open thighs. The dildo was standing straight up in the air, rubbing coldly against the edge of my cunt.
I bent forward, and grasped the cock in my hand. It slipped back towards my cunt and began to enter my body. I relaxed my thighs, and just sat down on its hardness.
It was very wide, and I could feel the shaft slipping into me and spreading open my cunt. But it was very uncomfortable. Not its size, but its coldness. It was hard and thick like a prick, but it was too cold and dry.
"It's chaffing...." I began.
"Wet it ... wet it," Lynda said. She was beginning to moan already, for my weight had pushed her end of the organ up fully into her cunt. I could see the set of balls squashed up against her cunt, pushed slightly in between her cunt lips. "Use your mouth on it. It'll go in better that way."
I pulled myself off it and bent my lips toward the organ. I felt strange as my lips slipped over the head of the shaft and slid down its length. All I could think was that I was sucking Lynda's cock!
It felt real enough in my mouth, though. A little cold, but real. I ran my tongue over its head, and nuzzled the tip of my tongue into the point where the head and the shaft come together. My mouth slipped down until I could contain no more of the length in my mouth without gagging.
I pulled my mouth from it, and sat upright again. The sides of the shaft were wet with my saliva. I reached back for it with my hand, but found instead Lynda's hand already grasping the cock, and pushing its thickness up into the open wetness of my cunt.
"Let me," she moaned. "I want to put it into you. I want to feel as though I'm fucking you with my own cock. Like a man."
She pushed the organ up, and I plunged down to meet her thrust. The prick slid right up into me with no difficulty. I even caught Lynda's hand between our two cunts as I slid down the pole of the cock. She pulled her hand free, and ran it around my ass until she was grasping the cheek in her hand.
I began to rock forward, feeling the cock deeply implanted in my cunt, and the scraping stiffness of Lynda's pubic hair rubbing against mine. The thick, curved mound of her cunt was rubbing against mine, and it felt strangely erotic. It felt like a cunt, and the organ inside me felt like a cock. It was doubly exciting.
I lay flat against Lynda's naked body. Her hard, pointy breasts flattened themselves against mine, and I could feel the whole of her smooth flesh burning the touch of my skin against her. My legs slid around her closed thighs, and she arched up with her hips, plunging the cock even more deeply into me.
I pushed back down with my hips, and I could feel her end slide back into her cunt. I pushed, and she withdrew; she pushed, and I withdrew. The perverse rhythm of our two bodies built its own natural tempo. The cock slid in and out of my cunt, and in and out of hers. It was a strange feeling.
Her hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pinching their softness. She was kneading the flesh as though it were clay, and she was trying to mold the twin mounds in the hard, clutching claws of her fingers.
Lynda began to come almost at once. The cock had only slid into her cunt once or twice when she stiffened and began to moan wildly. She pulled at my breasts and stuffed them in her wet, greedy mouth, sucking and licking my nipples in the frenzied passion of her orgasm.
She hunched up and down against me, making the organ slide in and out, and the single set of balls first smack into her cunt then smack into my cunt. The cock impaled me as she arched her whole body up against me, grinding her cunt against the widely spread lips of my pussy.
"I'M FUCKING YOU!" she screamed at the height of her passion. 'I'M FUCKING YOU!"
Indeed she was. And doing a good job, too. The cock seemed to come alive inside of me. It was no longer rubber: it was flesh and blood, and it was pulsing and throbbing against the soft lining of my vaginal canal. I could feel the hardness of the head slipping in and out, scraping itself against the walls of my pussy, and sliding out almost completely as it spread the lips open around its thickness. Then it would plunge back into me, sliding deeply within my belly.
I could feel Lynda's cunt against me, round and hard and covered with hair. Our clitorises touched and rubbed together, allowing the discharges of our bodies to melt into each other. Her legs were burning logs between my thighs, spreading me and exposing my softness to the cold, hard thrusts of her secret cock. My nipples were soaked with saliva and were crying out for explosive release, as was the rest of my body.
It was Lynda's orgasm, I think, more than anything else, that made me come.
I knew she was coming, and the thought excited me. It was as though I had been waiting, holding myself in check for that single moment. And when she began to come, I could feel my whole body relax, and suddenly let go.
My own orgasm was on me in an instant. The cock slid up into my cunt, and Lynda was screaming her fuck in my ear. My legs began to tremble and my cuntlips felt as though they had fused. My orgasm was like a warm pool of water flowing through my cunt, spreading out and rippling up and down my body. It felt as though I had wet myself.
It was a long, deep come, from the tip of my womb out through the lips of my cunt and down my thighs. It moved smoothly and easily, spreading in a warm glow. It was more erotic than intense. It was sensuously pleasurable rather than being shatteringly climatic.
I moaned and savored the rich texture of the orgasm. I shifted my body weight, and pressed my nakedness against Lynda's. I wanted her warmth and softness, not her passion. I held her breast lightly in my hand, and stroked her damp, tangled, blonde hair.
I fell sideways next to her exhausted body. The bent, plastic cock was still deeply imbedded in each of our cunts, joining our bodies in mutual pleasure.
The sheets felt cool against my skin, and I closed my eyes briefly and enjoyed the softness of the pillow. I could hear Lynda's harsh, pumping breathing shattering the silence of the bedroom. Her breasts were heaving up and down fitfully.
At first I thought I had imagined it, but the second time I was positive. I looked up from my pillow at Lynda. She was sobbing, and two large tears were rolling down her flushed, passion-stained cheeks.