Chapter 6
"Remember once, you told me that you had a ... a dildo?" said Jennifer, averting her gaze as she spoke.
Her averted gaze turned, in fact, right onto Martha's wet pussy, but that was due more to the angle than to any interest on Jennifer's part.
"Sure," Martha said.
"I ... I was wondering if you'd mind if I borrowed it while Pete is out of town."
"Sure you can."
"I wasn't sure ... I don't know much about things like that, and I figured maybe a woman might feel possessive, maybe even jealous, of such a personal . . . device."
"Naw. Not me. Some girls, maybe. But I think it would be sort of exciting to share it with you. When I used it again, afterwards, knowing it had been up your sweet snatch, Jenny . . .yes, definitely exciting. In fact, since I've been screwing Ralph, I haven't used it much, myself."
Sweet snatch? Jennifer thought.
Is she hinting at something? But no, that was impossible. Martha was a married woman and she loved prick ... she couldn't possibly mean anything . . . like that. She must have used the term sweet as a figure of speech . . .
On the other hand ... I'm a married woman, too, and I love cock as much as anyone could ... and I still get awfully curious about pussy, sometimes . . .
She glanced up and found that Martha was gazing at her with amused speculation.
Martha broke off the gaze.
"I'll get the dildo," she said.
She hopped off the bed and moved to her dresser, opened a drawer, rummaged about, and found the joystick. It was a big rubber dong, quite realistic. It was fitted with a leather harness on the hilt.
"Gee, aren't you afraid that your husband might find it, keeping it right in the drawer like that?" asked Jennifer as she looked at the big tool.
"Oh, he knows all about it. In fact, he gave it to me. He loves to watch me use it on my cunt."
"Really? How exciting!"
Martha returned to the bed. She held the dildo in her hand, not offering it to Jennifer yet.
"WTiat ... are those straps for?" Jennifer asked, indicating the leather harness. Martha giggled.
"That's so that a woman can wear it," she said.
"Wear it? As if she had a cock, you mean?" "Urn hum."
"But ... but why would a girl do that? I mean, I know why she'd use the other end on herself . . . fuck herself, I mean . . . but what would be the point of wearing it as if it were a part of her own body, as if she were a man . . . ?"
Martha laughed gaily. "Oh, you are naive," she said.
"I suppose so."
"It's for one woman to make love to another woman," Martha explained, watching Jennifer carefully as she spoke.
"Oh! Lesbians, you mean?"
"Well . . . not necessarily. Oh, sure, lesbians use them that way . . . but a girl doesn't have to be a lesbian to fool around with another girl, you know."
"She . . . doesn't?" whispered Jennifer, finding herself strangely affected by this talk.
"Of course not, silly. Two normal, heterosexual girls can still have lots of fun together, you know. I mean, hands are hands, whether they are a man's hands or a girl's." She looked very naughty, her dark eyes flashing. "And a tongue is a tongue, Jenny. Fun is fun and when a girl feels like coming, what's the difference?"
"Oh, my ... I ... did you . . . ever . . .
with a girl?"
Martha shrugged. "Maybe," she said.
Jennifer stared at Martha, amazed. She was not so much surprised that Martha might have had a homosexual experience, for she knew that the woman was exceedingly horny and uninhibited, but she was shocked that Martha would actually admit to, or hint at, such deviant behavior. Although Jennifer had often thought about eating a cunt, she would never have confessed to such a desire.
She was ashamed to act too interested.
Changing the subject, she said, "I've never used a dildo, even. I guess my sex life has been pretty normal. But the technique looks simple enough."
"Oh, sure . . . you can just stick it up your cunt and move it in and out until you cream. Of course, there are more interesting things to do with it. Especially ... if someone else is with you ..."
Jennifer started to tremble.
Martha said, "Like when my husband watches me fuck myself, for instance. Then I suck on the dildo, just as if it were a real cock . . . after it's all creamy from being up my twat . . . and he likes to fuck me with it, while I suck his prick . . . and sometimes I put it up my asshole while he screws my pussy . . . there are all sorts of things a girl can do when she has a spare cock at hand, you know. But I suppose you're going to just take it home and use it all by yourself, huh?"
"Well ... I thought so . . . but . . . "
"Couldn't I watch?" Martha asked.
"Do you really want to?"
"Um hum. It makes my husband so hot to watch me . . . maybe I'd get hot watching you fuck yourself."
"It would be awfully . . . naughty," Jennifer said.
"Sure . . . that's why it would be so much fun. Things are always more fun if they're naughty."
"I'd ... be embarrassed to have to watch."
"Oh, at first, maybe ... but once that big dick started moving in and out of your lovely cunt, you wouldn't have any time to be embarrassed."
"I . . . I don't know," stammered Jennifer.
In fact, the idea thrilled her to the core and she wanted very much to have her friend watch, but she was afraid to admit to that desire. "We'd probably feel awfully ashamed of what we'd done, afterwards."
"Speak for yourself, Jenny. I've never felt ashamed of getting my rocks off, no matter how."
"Well ..."
"I'll tell you what. If you're embarrassed . . . suppose I fuck myself, first. While you watch. After I've already done it, you won't have to feel ashamed at all."
Jennifer nodded doubtfully. Then she nodded again, with enthusiasm, as she thought about what a thrill it would be to watch Martha use the rubber dong on herself.
"All right," she whispered, batting her eyes and squirming at the thought.
"Why don't you take your dress off, honey? Let's both be naked together ..."
Jennifer figured that was a fine idea.
She removed her light cotton dress. She heard the sharp intake of Martha's breath when that oversexed woman realized that she was naked under the dress.
"What a lovely body you have," Martha said as her hungry eyes moved over Jennifer's curves.
"You do, too," Jennifer whispered. "But we won't ... do anything, okay? I mean . . . we'll just take turns fucking ourselves with the dildo, we won't touch each other or anything . . . ?"
"Is that a question?" Martha asked.
"Well ..."
"We'll only do . . . what we want to do. Okay?"
"I wouldn't want to do what . . . lesbians do ... " Jennifer said, rather feebly.
Martha smiled knowingly.
She placed her hand on Jennifer's knee, lightly.
Martha knew full well that, once they had started fooling around with a rubber dick, Jennifer was going to lose her doubts and inhibitions.
Then she lay back on the bed.
"Watch," she whispered.
She started fucking herself with the dildo.
Just as Jennifer had often had thoughts about making love with another woman-- thoughts which she had always supposed were impossible fantasies, so had Martha often speculated on how nice it would be to get her sexy friend in bed. Martha had made love with women before, more than once. She enjoyed the variety. And she had wanted very much to introduce. Jennifer to the joys of distaff lovemaking, but had never had the right opportunity before--the mood had never been propitious and the proper situation had not arisen.
Now it had.
And sexy Martha was not about to waste her opportunity.
She lay back on the bed, raising her knees and letting her thighs drop apart. She watched Jennifer as she did this, and was pleased to see that Jennifer's eyes were glued upon her crotch. Jennifer was curled up on one hip, her head bent down, staring intently at Martha's pussy. There was no concealing the passion that contorted her pretty face.
It was but a small step from desire to commitment.
Martha fitted the bulging head of the rubber dong against her frothy cunt. She moved it up and down.
"Ohhh . . . that's nice," she sighed. "Watch what I'm doing, Jenny . . . watch my cunt get fucked ..."
She slowly fed the dong to her twat.
And Jennifer watched in absolute fascination.