Chapter 7
Jennifer didn't think that ever in her life had she seen anything as erotic as Martha Jenkins pushing the fat rubber dick up her steaming twat. She lost all her reluctance and hesitation. Inhibitions could not survive in the heat of that stimulation. She leaned over, lower and lower--closer and closer--as if the sight were pulling her toward it by some carnal compulsion. Her face took on the glazed expression of a bird that has looked into the eye of the serpent and can no longer flee from danger.
Martha pushed the cock up her pussy slowly, inch by inch. Her hips sinuously shifted from side to side and her belly humped in a fucking movement. When the whole fat rod was up her hole, she sighed happily, grinding down on it, working her clit against the shaft, arching her slender back, lifting her trim ass up from the bed. Only an inch or so of dick remained unsheathed in her crotch. The leather harness straps lay like trailing reins over her thigh.
Then she began to pull the rod out, withdrawing it until only the bulbous head was in her cunt, then pushed it all the way in again, failing into the fucking rhythm. Her movements were slow and steady. Her enjoyment registered in her face as her pretty features were transported by passion. She spread her cunt-lips wide open with her fingers so that Jennifer could see the darker flesh of the inner lips, streaked with cunt-juice, as the rubber prick vanished into her pussy.
Her pussy worked, clinging, clutching, sucking on the thick joystick. Her talented cunt-muscles closed like a velvet vise over the big reamer.
A trickle of cunt-juice ran from her slot and flowed down into the crack of her ass.
Her clit was vibrating, taut as a tuning fork as it hummed to the chords of her desire.
Jennifer wished that Martha would hurry up and come, so that she could have a turn with the dildo.
On the other hand, the sight was so thrilling that she wanted to watch for a long time, her vision as demanding as her smoldering pussy, her vicarious lust towering to heights every bit as dazzling as the physical sensation between her legs.
Martha watched Jennifer as Jennifer looked at her cunt. With her expression of carnal delight there was also a look of speculation.
Martha was preparing the scene just as if she had been carefully setting a table, laying out the dishes of desire in a delectable array that would make any girl's mouth water.
She pulled the dildo all the way out.
Jennifer raised her eyebrows, wondering if it was her turn now, surprised that Martha had stopped screwing herself before she had a climax.
But Martha brought the cream-coated dong up to her lips and curled her tongue around it, then pushed it into her mouth and sucked, slurping her cunt-juice off the fat tool.
"Ummm . . . nice ..." she purred.
She put it back in her cunt. Her lips were smeared with cunt-juice. Jennifer's eyes darted back and forth between her cunt and her mouth.
Martha shoveled the dong in and out a few times. She drew it out again, and this time she held it up to Jennifer.
"Suck it," she whispered. "Taste it . . . taste me ... "
Jennifer blushed. But she couldn't help herself. She was too hot, too horny. She rationalized: It was only a rubber rod, it wasn't as if she were putting her mouth directly on the other woman.
And she had so often wondered what another woman's cunt-juice would taste like.
She slipped her lips over the fat knob and sucked on it, her tongue lapping:
Oh! Martha's cunt was delicious!
Blushing furiously and sucking avidly, Jennifer lapped up the pussy-nectar. The fat rod stuck out of her mouth, hobbling up and down, the leather straps hanging. She sucked it clean and offered it to Martha again. The thick shaft was coated with Jennifer's saliva now.
"Do it for me . . . please ..." Martha rasped.
Jennifer wanted to. She fitted the head to Martha's snatch and pushed it up her hole. Martha shuddered, extending her trim legs and hiking up her ass. Jennifer worked the fat stick all the way up her hole and twisted it about inside her, drew it back out, still twisting, and corkscrewing it in again.
Martha's whole crotch was lathered with cream now. Her thighs were soaked, her curly pubic thatch coated with the dew of desire. The creamy stuff was running freely down into the crack of her ass, ribbons of juice flowing through the frothy pool that was already there.
"Stop ..." Martha whimpered.
Jennifer looked at her, surprised.
"I . . . I want to make you come," Jennifer whispered.
"Yes . . . but not yet. I don't want to come yet, darling ... let me do you, first ..." "Oh! Yes!"
Jennifer gave Martha's pussy a last slow stroke, then drew the creamy joystick out and handed it to Martha. Totally abandoned to her desire now, Jennifer twisted, stretching out on the bed. Jennifer was feverish with lust. Her crotch felt ready to ignite, smoldering with spontaneous combustion. She parted her slick thighs as Martha loomed over her. Her lips were trembling as she smiled.
Martha pushed the rod up Jennifer's twat.
Jennifer gurgled and moaned.
Martha fucked her cunt for a few wonderful moments.
"Turn over," she commanded, her voice husky. "Let me fuck you from the back ..."
Jennifer turned, drawing her knees up under her so that her ass was at the highest point of her body. She buried her face in the pillow, panting.
Martha shoved the dildo up her cunt from the back.
As she slowly push-pulled the rubber dong in and out, she began to finger Jennifer's clit.
Jennifer was so hot that she wasn't sure if she'd had an orgasm or not. A great surge had passed through her. It felt like she had come, yet when that wave passed she remained as horny as she had been, ready to come again.
Martha was taking her time, enjoying it tremendously. She rolled Jennifer onto her back again and fed her a few strokes. She turned her belly-down, hauling on her ass, and plowed up her cunt from behind again. She drew her onto her knees and pushed the dick up her cunt with a vertical motion, while thick cunt-juice sprayed out over her hands. She played with Jennifer's clit and rubbed her pussy with her hand while she fed the dong to her, doubling the thrill.
Once again she stretched Jennifer out on her back, in a distaff mockery of the missionary position.
Smiling, sure of herself now, Martha strapped the leather harness around her hips so that she was wearing the big rubber dick just as if she were a man.
She lifted her eyebrows in query.
Jennifer was not about to protest, not now.
"Yes . . . fuck me!" she wailed.
Martha mounted the eager woman. She folded her fist around the rubber rod and fitted the tip to Jennifer's cunt. She pushed it in, her hips and ass thrusting.
She began fucking Jennifer like a man, corkscrewing in, feeding long, rippling strokes up her cunt, lifting so that the angle changed and every inch of the fat teol ran over Jennifer's clit as it plowed up into her juicy pussy.
She.began to caress Jennifer's tits.
Jennifer reached up and started playing with Martha's tits, massaging the plump mounds as they swayed over her, thumbing the stiff nipples, cupping the globes together into deep cleavage. It was lovely, getting fucked by a woman, she realized. It was nice to have tits to play with while your hot cunt was getting stuffed full of prick.
Martha's hips weaved in. She shoveled the cock into Jennifer slowly and steadily. Lowering her torso, she began to rub her tits against Jennifer's. Her plump mounds swept sideways over Jennifer's upthrusting globes. Their taut nipples clashed together like little, fleshy swords. Then she bent lower still and began to use her tongue on Jennifer's breasts, curling and coiling as she lapped at the tips, sweeping up the cleavage, circling the mounds as if climbing a winding mountain road towards the swollen peaks.
When she offered her own tits to Jennifer's mouth, Jennifer did not hesitate at all.
She began mouthing those succulent globes and sucking on the tender nipples with relish.
Martha cupped her hands under Jennifer's ass, hauling her loins up as she fed the dick to her cunt. Jennifer clamped her smooth thighs around Martha's flanks, drawing her in, hooked her heels behind Martha's grinding ass, and humped against her just as if she had been a man.
They kissed, mouth to mouth, lips parted, panting into each other's mouths. Martha slipped her tongue into Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sucked on it. When Martha withdrew, Jennifer's own tongue followed, darting into Martha's mouth. They swapped saliva. They exchanged tongues. Their lips ground together in a passionate, flaming kiss.
Then Martha drew away, pulling the big dong out. It bobbed up and down in front of her belly, securely fastened to her loins by the leather harness.
"Oh . . . don't stop ..." Jennifer wailed. She wanted to come while Martha fucked her, to come while their tits were rubbing together and their tongues were switching back and forth.
But Martha unfastened the harness. Jennifer frowned, not understanding, wondering if Martha had had enough. But Martha could never get enough. She uncoupled the dildo, and, holding it in her hand again, pushed it up Jennifer's cunt. She fed it in and out. Jennifer liked it better when Martha had been wearing it and couldn't understand why the woman had wrought this change in the pattern of their fucking.
Then Martha, smiling happily, lowered her face over Jennifer's loins. Her tongue, came out. She began licking at Jennifer's clit while she fucked her hole with the big dildo.
"Oh, my God!" Jennifer cried as she felt a double thrill that she had never known before.
It was like being in bed with two people, one fucking her, one sucking her. Martha ran her tongue up, tracing Jennifer's cunt-lips. She fed it up Jennifer's hole alongside the thick rubber dick. Then she closed her lips over Jennifer's clit and began to suck steadily on that juicy nugget, still stuffing her with the prick.
Jennifer wailed with pure ecstasy and her pussy flowed like a volcano spurting lava.
"Coming ..." she gasped.
But Martha knew that, for she was already drinking the fluids of that orgasm.
She continued to whack the rubber dong up Jennifer's hole until Jennifer was screaming with joy. Then she drew it out. Fitting her lips to Jennifer's gaping slot, she sucked all that succulent cunt-cream out, gobbling it up ravenously.
She milked Jennifer's pussy to the dregs.
Jennifer stopped thrashing about as the waves of lust receded, replaced by a deep contentment.
But greedy Martha kept right on sucking. In a very short time, Jennifer was starting to tingle again.
She stared down, seeing Martha's curly head buried between her thighs, bobbing below her belly. Martha looked up at her, just the top of her face visible, her eyes flashing.
Jennifer smiled to show that it was all right. Martha stuffed her nimble tongue as far up Jennifer's cunt as it would go, darting and coiling.
It was one half of the fantasy that Jennifer had often thought about.
She said, "Let me do you, now ..."
Martha didn't understand. She reached out, fumbling, found the dildo and held it up.
But Jennifer took it and tossed it aside.
"We don't need that," she whispered.
Martha looked at her, surprised . . . and delighted.
"I want to suck your cunt now," said Jennifer. And so she did . . .