Chapter 2
Mitzy waved to Dora who waved back.
"Come on over for that cup of coffee after you get the kids off to school," Mitzy called.
"Okay, hon, thanks," said Dora, and then she was engulfed by her three children each demanding something different.
Mitzy went back inside her house. Her children were older than Dora's. Penny was fourteen and Bill was twelve. They were old enough to walk to school by themselves and so she had more privacy to herself in the mornings than Dora had.
After her kids left, Mitzy dreamily went to the bathroom and ran the bathwater. She poured in some fragrant bath oil and watched the designs the oil made, on the surface of the water before it sank into the water, melting and blending. She removed her pink terrycloth bathrobe and walked around the house naked. She found the magazine she had hidden under the pillows in the couch in the living room and turned to the page she had marked.
It was a copy of one of the new magazines that dealt with sex in an open healthy way. The lead article was entitled, "Masturbation and You: Nothing to be Ashamed, Something to be Excited About."
The article had suggestions for women about how to masturbate if they didn't already do so. The article suggested that masturbation was indeed a necessary part of a woman's sex life, and that a woman could give herself the kind of pleasure that her husband was perhaps incapable of giving her.
With a real tingle of pleasure in her, she tiptoed to the closet in the hall and pulled down a box from the top shelf. She had bought this yesterday at the drugstores and she hadn't even been embarrassed or ashamed. She had just gone up to the counter and asked for it boldly and out loud. And the person behind the counter was a man!
"One Lady's Man vibrator," she had said. Fortunately, the store had been empty at the time. She didn't think she would have had the nerve to ask if the store had had other customers at the time.
She took the long white vibrator out of its box now and, with one finger on the tip and her other hand at the base of it, she tested out its flexibility. It was able to bend and yet it was firm. It seemed to have a hard core. The vibrator also had lots of little bumps all up and down its surface. She rubbed the bumps across the surface of her palm and again tingled with pleasure as she wondered what the thing would feel like stuck up inside her.
It had been a long while since Mitzie Logan had had any real pleasure in bed with her husband Ben. Ben was a big burly man, but he had a very timid nature, and he was actually afraid of women. It was funny because he looked so big and strong and really inside, he was as meek as a mouse.
He was in the construction business and he seemed to enjoy being outside with the beams and mud and hammers and nails and blueprints more than he relished the thought of being inside with a warm, soft, bumpy wife.
Mitzy had gone the route of many dissatisfied suburban wives. With the advice of many magazines ringing in her ears, she had tried all the wiles they suggested: wear something flimsy and sexy when your husband comes home from work, have a cocktail ready and waiting for him, wear lots of makeup to bed, etc.
Nothing had worked. Ben's only comment when she had tried greeting him at the door at five o'clock one day when she had left the children at her mother's was: "What are you walking around with nothing on for? You'll catch cold."
As Mitzy lowered her body gently into the soothing fragrant water of the tub, she looked at herself. She had a good body, a very good body, for a woman of thirty-five "My boobies are soft but they're big and spongy. They look like huge fat mushrooms," she said aloud to herself as she plumped her breasts with her own fingers. "They hang down to my bellybutton, and the nipples on the ends of them look like little open mouths thirsting for water."
She lowered her ass into the water and watched the water come up and engulf the mouth of her lower body. "My twat is like a red mouth burning for fire." She looked at the lips which parted slightly as they felt the hot hot water.
The magazine had said to look at yourself and touch yourself and use dirty words that you were afraid to say out loud in describing yourself. Mitzy was pleased to note that as she said the words and touched the different parts of her body, her sex did seem to respond, with a certain tingling, like the tingling she used to feel twenty years ago when she and Ben had been courting and he used to try to slip his hand beneath her skirt. In those days she had hit his hand with her own and only let him feel her up mid-thigh, with much giggling. Even back then she knew she liked it, only then, she would never have admitted it.
She poured some shampoo in her hand, and then slid it all over her head. Instantly deep thick white cream popped up all over her head. She massaged her head as she soaped her red hair.
The creamy white foam gave her an idea and she scooped some of it off of her head and put a dab of it on the tip of each hanging tit. Her tits were bulging and pointed and blue-veined. With the creampuff of foam at the end of them, they reminded her of some kind of bunny Santa Claus.
She stood up and put a big puff of shampoo foam over her red triangular patch. She stepped out of the tub and went over to the full-length mirror to see what she looked like. She laughed with delight when she saw herself. She turned part way around to see what it looked like when she put another puff of cream on her behind, between her buttocks. She felt very young and sexy.
She picked up the vibrator. It had a manual as well as an electric control. She pulled a little stool over in front of the mirror and squatted on it, her cunt pushing out in front of the stool. She lathered the" vibrator with the foam too and that made it look less like a plastic thing. The tip was soft and warm and spongy. She applied it to the mouth of her cunt. It went straight in.
Her boobs bounced and shook on her chest as she stretched her knees wider apart and watched the stick disappear deeper inside her in the mirror.
She tilted her hips more so that she could see what her slit looked like as the vibrator sank into it. She saw the pink hps give way to the deeper red of the slit as the soft foamy, stiff prong sank into her and she bounced up and down on top of it. She was tingling inside as she felt the little knobby bumps bump over her clit.
Just then the doorbell rang.
"Oh damn!" she said. She decided to forget the doorbell and go on with what she was doing.
But then she heard a knocking and Dora's voice.
"Mitzy! It's me! Dora! Ready for coffee!"
Mitzy had entirely forgotten that she had invited Dora over for coffee. She lay the vibrator aside and quickly dunked herself in the tub, washing off the shampoo foam. The knocking at the door continued.
Mitzy wrapped herself in her housecoat and went running to the door just as Dora was turning away. Mitzy thought of letting Dora think no one was home when she saw that Dora was crying.
Mitzy opened the door.
"Oh Mitzy, hello, I'm so glad you're home. I thought you weren't home, I thought you'd gone out when I wasn't looking and I didn't know what I was going to do! Oh Mitzy! I'm so unhappy!!" Dora fell into Mitzy's arms in tears.
"Honey, what's wrong. Why come into this house right this minute. I was just in the john, that's why I couldn't get to the door right away. Come in."
Mitzy's housecoat flapped open as she herded the distraught Dora into her kitchen.
"Now tell me honey, what's wrong?"
Dora looked at Mitzy for the first time. She noticed that Mitzy's hair was wet and she said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your bath. Oh don't mind me. I'm just upset, about something, but it will pass."
Mitzy went and got her comb and combed out her long as she urged Dora to tell her her problems.
"Well, it's Frank. Or I don't know, maybe it's me. Maybe it's not Frank at all. Mitzy, when does menopause start and how do you know it's happening?" Dora burst into tears again.
"Honey, at thirty you're way too young for menopause. I take it your problem is about sex?"
Dora nodded. She blushed through her tears and she couldn't go on.
"Frank and you aren't having a satisfying sexual life anymore?" Mitzy ventured a guess.
Dora nodded. "How did you know?" she asked.
"Well, honey, it's obvious. A young wife comes over to me crying and telling me maybe it's menopause and I know what she's trying to get at. Hell, I got problems like those of my own." Mitzy smiled.
"You do?" said Dora. She had always looked up to Mitzy as sort of an older woman, a mother figure, even though Mitzy was only five years older than Dora was.
"What do you do about these... problems?" Dora asked shyly, looking away.
"Well, I went out yesterday and bought a vibrator," said Mitzy boldly.
"A what? You mean one of those things that you use to... " She couldn't go on.
"Yeah, you feel yourself up with it. Masturbate," said Mitzy. I was just trying it out when you knocked on the door.
"Oh!" said Dora standing up. "I'm terribly sorry. Why didn't you say so? I mean, I won't interrupt you. I'll go... "
"No, no, I can go on with it later. I've got all day. And besides, you should read this article I just read. It's what made me go out and get the thing. It says, here... " Mitzy handed the magazine to Dora.
Dora blushed again when she saw the title, but she skimmed through the article quickly.
"Yes, I suppose that's all right. I mean there's nothing wrong with... masturbating, but____" Mitzy got up and went into the bathroom and washed the vibrator off. She brought it back into the kitchen. "Here's what it looks like. You can borrow it if you like."
Dora's face turned green. "Oh no, I'd never. I mean, it's yours. I mean, you use it to... Oh no," she continued. "I couldn't."
"Well, it's only $14.99 at Drake's drugstore." Mitzy leaned forward to pick up the long white instrument. She showed Dora how it bended and how strong it was in the core.
"I don't know. It's so plastic. I don't think I could get excited about using something made out of plastic," said Dora unhappily. Somehow this conversation was not going at all the way she had expected. She had imagined Mitzy giving her some very calm, practical advice like, "Don't worry, husbands sometimes go through these phases where they lose interest in their wives, but he'll come out of it, so just hang on." But now she found herself discussing the merits and disadvantages of using a... what did they call it?... dildo?
The flap of Mitzy's housecoat fell open and Dora found herself staring at one of Mitzy's long hanging breasts as Mitzy leaned across the table to pat Dora's hand.
"Well if you refuse to masturbate, what do you propose?" Mitzy challenged her, hurt that her advice had been rejected. She didn't particularly like the idea of using plastic either, now that she thought about it. She hadn't thought about it in that way before.
"Well, I don't know," said Dora. "Your coat's open, Mitzy," she added, turning her eyes away.
"Pardon me, honey," said Mitzy frostily. What does she think, I'm trying to seduce her? wondered Mitzy. "Look as a matter of fact, I do want to finish taking my bath now," she said, putting the vibrator away in her housecoat pocket.
"Okay. I said I would leave if you were busy." Dora's eyes involuntarily went to the pocket. "See you later maybe," she said.
Mitzy followed her to the door. "Sure, and feel free to come by again if you feel like a good cry," Mitzy smiled sweetly at the door and then closed it shut.
She went back into the bathroom, but she couldn't get turned on this time by the plastic vibrator. That stupid dumb little Dora, who couldn't even say masturbate out loud, had to come and ruin everything.
She rubbed her hands over the little bumps but they didn't excite her this time. She threw the thing down angrily on the floor and then slipped on a puddle of water and fell on the tiles. The vibrator had slipped down right between her breasts and she found herself staring at herself on her hands and knees. She ached to have the thing shoved into her from behind.
Dora went home and slammed the front door behind her. She faced the house and the chores she had on her list for the day. She had to clean and vacuum the rug to pick up the spots that Frank had trailed in the night before. She had to go to the supermarket, fix dinner, pick up the kids, help them with homework, and on and on and on. She remembered her dream. She remembered the part where she was being fucked from behind by one truckdriver while the other pumped his cock in her mouth. She went outside, got in the car and drove down to Drake's drugstore. She purchased a Ladies' Man vibrator for $14.99.
Dora and Mitzy didn't hardly speak for a few days. But later that week Mitzy was surprised to see Dora Butler coming up to her door as soon as Ben left.
"Why come on it, sure, hi. I thought we weren't speaking," said Mitzy. She was in her pink housecoat with the frill around the neck. She pulled it around her carefully and tied the waist closed. Dora was such a little prude.
"Mitzy, I have to apologize to you," Dora said.
"Oh?" Mitzy lit a cigarette and looked at Dora warmly.
Dora's black curls hung down all over her black T-shirt. Dora was wearing tight jeans and black high-heeled slippers. Her face was very tired and sad looking.
"Well, I know I kind of laughed at you and insulted you about that... vibrator. But I just want to tell you that I went out and bought one myself. I tried showing it to Frank and asking him to use it on me, but he wouldn't. He laughed at me! I was never so humiliated in my life!" She broke into tears.
Mitzy walked over to the crying woman. She took her in her arms like a mother and stroked her long black curls and said, "There, there."
Dora clung to Mitzy's arms. "Honest, Mitzy. I've tried everything. I tried making sexy food like one magazine said. I even went back to my hairdresser twice in one week just to find that same article. But Frank had an upset stomach that night and couldn't eat. Besides he said he didn't like fancy food like that. Just give him steak and potatoes he said. And I tried masturbating home alone, and I tried to make him use the thing on me, and nothing worked."
Mitzie's gown fell open as she stroked and held Dora in her arms. Dora's arms went around the Mitzy's naked waist under her robe. Unconsciously she had grabbed hold of the naked body.
Mitzy found herself rubbing the end of her long pointed tits against Dora. Dora rubbed back with passion as she cried, but suddenly she stopped and looked up.
She pulled away from Mitzy.
"Dora, you've got to do me a favor. Please. Just once. It won't hurt." It was Mitzy now who was pleading and sounded close to tears.
"What Mitzy. I'll do anything for you. You're my best friend."
Mitzy had risen and she led Dora by the hand. They went into the bathroom where Mitzy took her vibrator down from the shelf. Mitzy took off her robe and got down on the floor on her hands and knees. Dora looked away.
"Stick it in me from behind. Please Dora, you don't know how much it means to me."
"Mitzy, I-I don't think I can. I mean I know I said I'd do anything, but... "
"Dora, it won't hurt you. You don't even have to look. Please honey, I'm crazy for it," and Mitzy reached behind her and pulled her buttocks apart so her sex was exposed. It was all wet and soft and pink.
Dora stared at it. She had never seen a woman's sex before. She said, "I've never seen a woman's... sex before." She was whispering in awe and staring, fascinated.
"It's called a cunt, honey, or a pussy, and look how wet mine is. Please, shove it in me from behind." Mitzy's boobs hung down like long fruit and her white ass wriggled.
Dora was holding the vibrator without even knowing it. It looked like a spear in her hand, and slowly Mitzy back toward Dora who squatted on the floor watching the naked woman come closer.
When Mitzy was only inches away from the vibrator in Dora's hand, Dora suddenly made a convulsive movement and the vibrator shot into Mitzy's pussy. Mitzy was still holding it open. She groaned and sighed as she felt the spongy hard thing crack her crack open.
"Oh, darlin' you can't imagine how good that feels," said Mitzy. "Push it in and out, like a man's thing," she begged.
Suddenly Dora stood up.
"Oh! Don't stop now! Don't stop, hon!"
But Dora was already out of the bathroom door. Mitzy heard her front door slam and she dissolved in tears on the bathroom floor.
She was startled out of her sobs a few moments later to see Dora re-enter the bathroom with a white vibrator in her hands.
"Look my darling," Dora was sobbing. She held up a double-ended model. "I bought this kind by mistake. I didn't know what it was for. When I showed it to Frank he laughed and said that it was for two women, not a woman and a man. Well, if he won't use it on me, maybe we should put it to the use it, was intended for!"
"Ooooooooh," screeched Mitzy, once again on her hands and knees, as the dong found her wet open lips and sank in.
"What do I do? How do I do this?" Dora was hastily unzipping her jeans and pulling down her panties. "I'm always so damned dry. Frank always laughs at me because I'm always so dry."
"Like this honey," said Mitzy, turning around. Mitzy kneeled while Dora stood. Mitzy pulled Dora's panties down and her fingers reached for Dora's cunt. Dora whimpered with a little fear but slowly her legs opened.
Mitzy's lips followed her fingers up Dora's silky thighs and found the fragrant place at her silky patch. Dora's thighs opened more involuntarily.
Suddenly they were on the floor together, rolling in each other's arms, locked in a crazy loving embrace while they stroked each other's breasts and hair and their tongues found each other in a deep exploring kiss.
Mitzy felt Dora's warm apple-shaped breasts, while Dora defined the shape of Mitzy's oblong-shaped tits with her fingers.
Suddenly they broke apart. Dora crawled on the floor and found the double-ended vibrator under the bathtub.
"Sit down on my lap, here, quickly," whispered Mitzy out of breath.
Dora, the lighter one, climbed on top of her knees and put her legs around Mitzy's back. Her legs were open wide and her pussy lips were jagged and open. The smell of cunt filled the bathroom.
"Slip on it," whispered Mitzie.
With her eyes closed and her full lips partly opened, Dora raised herself high up. She was holding her pussylips open as she had seen Mitzy do. She lowered herself slowly and her pussylips closed around the second cockhead. The first cockhead was sunk deep into Mitzy.
The moment Dora's cunt pressed the cockhead into her, Mitzy groaned, for her end was pressed more deeply into her.
Dora slid halfway down the double-ended dildo until her cuntlips were slammed against Mitzy's. Every movement either of them made was into the other woman. They could make a move or gesture or twitch without the other one feeling something. They both pulled off their respective ends a little and then screwed themselves back on to the prong and rocked back and forth, feeling deep within the tiny movements and pricklings that set off unending tinglings of pleasure.
They held each other as they slid up and back and up and back on the double-pronged plunger and they looked in the full-length mirror to see the bond between them that held them together and joined them at their pressure points.
"Oh! Stick it in me!" cried Mitzy.
"Ooooooooh, it feels so good!" said Dora with a long sigh.
"Say something dirty to me, darling," said Mitzy. She took one of Dora's little titties in her mouth and rimmed the nipple.
"I-I can't. I don't know what."
"Go on or I'll pull it out," Mitzy threatened. She tightened her pussy around her cock-head and- pulled and Dora felt her grip loosing hold on the delicious cock-head rubbing her pussy.
"No! No!"
Mitzy laughed and engorged her mouth first with one tit and then with another tit. Dora's lithe body arched so that her tits could fit more easily in Mitzy's mouth, and now Dora bent and, with her eyes shyly on Mitzy's eyes, she opened her pretty little lips and slipped them around one of Mitzy's boobs. Mitzy's boobs were so long and heavy that all Dora could do in this position was nipple on one end of a boob, which entirely filled her mouth.
They played like this for hours, riding to orgasm after orgasm. Their cunts only got more and more wet and there was none of the harsh dry rubbing both had experienced with their husbands.
Dora opened her eyes one time to find herself with her head between Mitzy's legs. The older woman had gotten on top of her and put her cunt over Dora's head and Dora had, without thinking, pulled the hips down to her face and stretched out her tongue to touch and taste the soft warm wet place that lay in Mitzy's red cunthair. It was Dora's first taste of pussy and she really liked it.
She felt Mitzy's clit with her tongue and felt Mitzy's tongue on her clit and she knew real sexual happiness for the first time in a long time, outside of her dreams.
They spent the whole day locked in each other's arms. After they realized they had all the time in the world, their lovemaking became slow and lazy. Dora did what Mitzy had originally asked her to do.
Mitzy got down on her hands and knees and Dora slowly plunged it in her from behind. She turned the vibrator on and watched it wriggle and wiggle inside Mitzy's cunt. Dora had an idea and she slid down underneath Mitzy and licked Mitzy's labia while the vibrator plugged her hole.
Mitzy went down on Dora again, parting her labia with her tongue and poking a finger into her slimy wet hole while she ate her out. Mitzy had only tasted cunt once before: at a sorority pajama party where she had gotten very drunk and pretended not to know what she was doing. It had been years since that one time, and she rediscovered now with great pleasure the smell and taste and texture of a woman's sexual hole.
The shadows on the wall were getting long when Mitzy was lying lazily on one side watching the dildo -prong poke in and out of Dora while Dora moaned and lay with her legs wide apart on the living room floor. They had moved from the bathroom without even knowing it.
Mitzy got up to find a clock and see what time it was. She smiled when she came back and saw the girl who had been too good to use a plastic dildo only days before, pumping herself with the warm vibrating object.
"Honey, it's 3:30. Your kids will be home from school any minute now. You'd better get on home."
Dora pulled the dildo out with a groan and sat up, sadly fingering her cunt. "If only our men could give us the same kind of pleasure as we know how to give each other and ourselves. Isn't that the way it was meant to be after all?" she asked.
She heard a car horn outside.
"That's them! The kids! The carpool's arrived." Dora pulled her clothes on and ran next door.
Mitzy pulled herself up soon, too, and dressed for the first time that day. Her kids would be arriving home soon too now.
That night, Dora very deliberately was not interested in having sex with her husband. The rosy glow that resulted from a day of lovemaking was still with her, and her husband unconsciously noticed the rosy nimbus hanging around her like a secret, and tonight he was sexually turned on.
Dora let him make love to her, but she let him make all the moves. She wanted to see if he knew how to turn her on the way Mitzy did.
Frank just undressed and got on top of her in the missionary position, took his cock and inserted it into her. He went up and down on her a few times groaning as if he were achieving the greatest pleasure in the world, and then he came. Dora felt him come, at least she knew that. She also knew now that she had most certainly not come herself.
"Did you feel me come?" she asked him.
"Yes, um-hmmmmm," said Frank and he gave her a little kiss on the nose, and then rolled over and went to sleep.
Dora laughed to herself, for now she knew that Frank was a big phony.
For her part, Mitzy wouldn't even suffer Ben to come near her that night. Ben too seemed turned on. He couldn't understand why Mitzy wouldn't let him come near her, but he figured it must be one of the woman's moods, which he didn't understand, and he would wait until it had passed.
In two houses on Anchorage Lane that night, the midnight burned late in two kitchens. Both Mitzy and Dora were up late, thinking over the events of the day and wondering what they meant.
They knew they felt a special thing.