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The Gathering

By Paris Waterman

Copyright 2003

Chapter Twenty-Two - July 22, 1999
Sitting in his office, Dutch had his feet up on his desk and was
alternatively reading the San Jose Mercury News and munching on a
corned beef sandwich. His eyes read one of the day's headlines:
"Hewlett Packard boss, Carly Fiorina has encountered a rough road to
new ground internally. Fiorina has had difficulty winning over many of
HP's 93,000 employees, some of whom accuse her of destroying the
company's entrepreneurial, engineering culture in favor of a top-down
style that emphasizes customers."
Another San Jose Mercury News article said that in some Silicon Valley
circles the most popular parlor game is predicting how long Fiorina
will last as HP CEO.
'I hope not,' Dutch thought and took a sip of his soda, 'she's
one of the first women to hold a top level job with a major
corporation. Her failing will block that many more women from climbing
the corporate ladder. From where I stand we could use feminine
leadership to help clear the air from all the old school farts running
this country.'
His thoughts were interrupted by the phone, which he reached for
automatically. In his line of work crises were considered the norm.
"Hello, Perry,: he said tersely.
"Dutch?" A female voice asked.
"Yes? Who's speaking please?"
"It's me, Molly," her tone made her sound small and defenseless.
"What's wrong, Molly?"
"Everything . . ." And she began to cry.
He swung his feet off the desk and hunched over the phone. "So start
at the beginning. You went job hunting . . ." He said leading her on.
Sniffling, she tried to overcome her tears but couldn't manage to and
renewed her wailing.
"Get a grip on yourself," he said sternly, trying to reach her and
put a halt to her crying. But she had lost control and was hopelessly
wailing away.
"Where are you, right now?"
Molly managed to tell him and he told her he'd be there in twenty
minutes. Dutch cleared the rest of his afternoon with the head nurse
and hurt his big toe kicking his Volvo in frustration instead of with
the usual mischievous rancor he normally used.
She was waiting for him, standing by the side of her RV, which was
parked in a huge mall parking lot.
Without any formality, he said, "Let's just get inside."
Wiping a tear from her eye, Molly clambered aboard and closed the door
after Dutch had entered
"Now please tell me what the problem is and try to do it without
soaking us both in your tears."
"O . . . okay," Molly began. "I followed the instructions . .
."
"You mean advice?""
"Yeah," she sniffled, "the advice you and Rosa gave me. I mean .
. . I applied at seven places for a job. The first and third places
told me to get lost, 'cause I didn't have a college degree. All the
others said they weren't hiring at the moment. I filled out the
paperwork and left it with them."
"That's not unusual. So what caused the tears?"
"The . . . The last place . . . he was tearing up my application
before I even left the place."
"The son of a bitch!" Dutch muttered through clenched teeth.
"Don't worry. Rosa and I will find you a job."
"An . . . And that's not all."
He sighed and asked, "What else?"
"My lousy husband called."
"You answered the phone?" Dutch asked and sounded exasperated.
"No, no, no. You guys said not to and I didn't. But he left a
message. 'Course I was standing there listening to him."
"What did he say?"
"He said he was filing charges against me. That I was a thief and a
whore and he'd see to it that I went to jail."
"That bastard! Well you only took what was rightfully yours. Your
name was on the bank and checking accounts. That makes you a
joint-owner and capable of taking any monies out of those accounts that
you want to. As for the second thing, that calling you a whore, well
you're not. You're a kind, lady who has been fucked over by a
miserable son of a bitch and if I run into him I'm going to kick his
sorry ass all over the place."
Molly's eyes went wide. "You will?"
"Sure I will. He's just a shitty, low life bully without any
backbone. If we meet I bet he'll take off running in the opposite
direction.
No one had ever defended Molly before and she found herself growing
extremely excited at the very notion a man would stand up and defend
her.
"Dutch . . ."
"Yeah?"
"Would you kiss me? I mean Rosa isn't here so I don't know if
it's all right."
"She'd understand," he said and felt himself grow hard. He pulled
Molly close and enjoyed the pressure of her breasts pressing against
his chest as he leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth opened and accepted
his serpentine tongue as it slithered over her teeth and gums only to
engage her tongue in a flickering duel.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned into his mouth.

And Dutch sprang into action, mauling first one breast, then the other.
Eyes dulled with lust, Molly pulled away from the kiss and looking into
his eyes, and moaning more than speaking, murmured, "Wait!"

He dropped his hands to his sides and Molly tugged her sweater up and
over her head and using that graceful movement all women seem to have
at such moments, deftly reached behind her and opened the clasp of her
bra and let go. Only her bra seemed to have a will of its own, catching
on one breast and exposing the other. That done, Dutch eased Molly
backward and onto an easy chair; knelt down in front of her and raised
one leg and pulled her underwear to the side. Molly's almost hairless
pussy glared back at him and he found that he couldn't resist the
temptation to eat her out.

She accommodated him the best she could by sliding down enough so the
"V" between her legs was just at his chin level. Dutch leaned in
and started to suck on her labia. Molly moaned, and her left hand went
to her right breast and caressed it. This caused the bra to slip down
below her breasts.

"That's it," he said coaxing her along. He realized how hot she
was already for the juices were simply oozing from her slit. He bent
his head back into her hairless nest and renewed his sucking. Molly's
other hand joined the first, now both were idly tracing over her
breasts and it was obvious that her breasts were easily stimulated.
Glancing upward, Dutch noted this and concluded that they probably
could, using the right technique, bring her to orgasm without other
means than playing with her tits.

Being in no great hurry, Dutch contented himself with sucking and
licking her labia and gradually Molly raised her pelvis slightly and
her pussy opened like a flower. Dutch took a moment to remove her
pinkish underwear and to admire the fullness and ripeness of her cunt.
Then his tongue darted inside and Molly shuddered for the first time.

"Ohhh!" The gasp was barely perceptible, but he heard it.

He returned to his sucking, adding a little more pressure this time.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

"Like this, baby?" He inquired, having slid his face directly under
her pussy.

She didn't respond, merely moaned contentedly and continued massaging
her breasts.
Dutch inserted a finger into her wet warmth, causing her moans to
increase in both volume and intensity.

Each jab of his finger brought on a slightly different response. First
the moaning, then a spasm like quiver, and then an arching of her back.
He bent forward and sucked hard on the swollen, coral colored lips of
her cunt and didn't realize that he himself was moaning with pleasure
at her texture, taste and the sheer joy he was deriving from lapping at
her center. He glanced up and saw her hands moving over her breasts
like windshield wipers and made a mental note to devote some time to
her breasts himself.

Dutch reinserted his finger, this time his palm was face up. He was
trying to locate the tissue-like pad that was her "G" spot. It took
him a while as she squirmed under his deft ministrations, but he
remained patient, returning to giving her cunt long, languid licks and
soft sucks. On finding the elusive pad, he began to lightly massage it.
Molly's squirming intensified as he continued touching her there.
He gave one longer and harder suck to the top of her cunt and saw her
clit pop out. Dutch started to say something about the little man in
the boat coming out to play when Molly suddenly reared up, bleated like
a sheep and then arched her back. This presented her cunt to his mouth
in somewhat of an unexpected manner.

"Ohhh, sorry . . . gonna come all over you . . ." she cried.

"That's okay, come all you want baby," he said, not anticipating
what was to come next.

And then Molly spewed forth a small gusher of fluid right into his
face. Dutch's first thought was that she was pissing on him. Then he
quickly rationalized that it couldn't be, she was too agitated
sexually to piss, it had to be her coming. She was a squirter. . . she
was squirting her bodily fluids in his face.

Opening his mouth, Dutch managed to capture the last of the gushing.
Molly lay back panting.

"Are you done?" He asked, hoping she wasn't.

"I . . . don't know . . ."

"Let's find out," he said; his voice had gone deep and husky.
Using his hands, he spread her cunt apart and once again began to
tongue her inner fissures. Molly moaned loudly and resumed massaging
her breasts, this time she also began to tweak her elongated nipples
after covering each breast. Dutch was into it now, moaning as loud if
not louder than Molly as he pulled and sucked on first her labia and
then her clit.

The combined sound was reverberating throughout the RV. He was holding
his prick in his right hand, slowly squeezing it and stroking it while
his remaining hand kept her cunt pried open for his questing mouth.

Molly, still rubbing her tits, began a slow slide down the chair,
trying to bring her pussy tighter against his loving mouth. She was
still coming and issued what was more of a whimper than grunt and
initiated yet another series of spurting fluid which Dutch captured and
swallowed.

"Twisting his face away for a moment, he laughed ruefully and said,
"Who says men don't swallow?"

The joke was over poor Molly's head and Dutch, not knowing, or
caring, blithely smashed his face back into her now frothy cunt. Only
this time he held her ass in check to prevent her from falling from the
chair and ruining what was to him a perfect pussy eating session. Molly
seemingly content, continued to knead her breasts and groan contentedly
as his tongue sent wave after wave of electrical charges into her
system. Then after yet another gushing come, Dutch reached up and
displaced Molly's hands with his own, and squeezed each breast in
turn. Her hands dropped to his arms, not to ward him off, but to
encourage him to squeeze harder, which he did.

Mouth open, eyes closed, Molly kept coming. Dutch felt the warmth of
her fluids pelting his lower torso and knew he'd have to start
fucking her soon or come without even penetrating her.

"Put it in . . ." Molly said pleadingly. And he did, and after
carefully putting on a rubber surged full length into her with the
first stroke. He left it there to savor the fantastic feelings her cunt
brought to his system.

For Molly's part, his cock filled her, bringing a contentment she had
never felt before. And when he began to pump his cock into her she came
and didn't stop coming until several minutes after he emptied himself
into her.

***

At precisely the same time Kathy was preparing to meet with Martha once
again. Kathy had taken care to dress down, no sluttish style today;
Kathy had resolved to play the innocent teen and wore white socks,
white tennis shoes, a short plaid skirt, and a red blouse with a yellow
cardigan sweater.  Her hair was done in bows on each side and she
looked younger this time than she had the first time.

Martha, already wet from anticipating this encounter had just placed
her hand under her skirt and ran her finger along her panties feeling
the wetness as it began to soak through the material. Following her
rendezvous with Peggy, which had been set up by Kathy, Martha no longer
felt guilty about robbing the cradle as it were. Rather, she looked
forward to each session with more anticipation than the previous time.
She was vastly impressed with the imagination and guile Kathy had
demonstrated each time they met.

Martha spotted Kathy a block away and instantly lost control of her
van. Only her long experience driving saved her from jumping the curb
and crashing through a white picket fence. As she was backing away from
the curb and turning the vehicle in the right direction, cursing her
own stupidity, she had two thoughts simultaneously.  One was that Kathy
had probably seen her erratic driving and the other was to remove her
hand from under her skirt.

She drew alongside the young teenager and brought the van to a halt.
Her face was flushed with desire and embarrassment.

"What happened?" Kathy asked, getting into the passenger seat and
closing the door quickly behind her. "Drop a cigarette in your
lap?"

"No," Martha said furtively, I saw you and stopped thinking for a
second."

"Oh, wow!" Kathy said, obviously pleased by the statement. She also
noticed how Martha's eyes were roaming up and down her lithe body and
leaned back into the seat causing her short skirt to rise up just short
of her pussy.

Martha nervously licked her lips as she put the van in gear and
prepared to pull away from the curb.

"You like looking at me don't you?" Kathy asked mischievously.

"Of course I do. You know that." The older woman's eyes darted
from Kathy to the road and back to Kathy.

"Wanna see it?" Kathy asked with a big grin.

"See what?" Martha felt compelled to ask. Her throat had gone dry.

"My pussy of course," Kathy responded as the grin got even bigger.
"Here, see?" And she flipped her short skirt up to reveal a freshly
shaven cunt.

Martha's head whipped back and forth. "Someone will see!" she
exclaimed.

"Someone is seeing. Does someone like what they see?" She giggled.

"Come on, act your age," Martha chided Kathy.

"I'm sixteen, almost seventeen. I am acting my age."

"Damn it, Kathy . . . "Martha sputtered as the girl laughed and
then tugged the skirt down to an almost respectable level.

"I'm sorry," Kathy said. "I forgot the trouble you're having
with Marlene. I shouldn't tease you so."

"I was going to mention that." Martha said and made a left turn
taking them to with three blocks of Martha's home. "Have you had
the opportunity to talk with her yet?"

"Not quite. I started to broach her two days ago, but some other kids
joined us before I could really bring the subject up. But we'll be in
study hall tomorrow and  . . . who knows?"


"So tell me, did you get excited when I showed my puss?" Kathy
asked, squirming in her seat.

"Yes, you have a way of exciting me . . . almost beyond belief,"
Martha said quietly and glanced toward Kathy.

"I like to see you excited," Kathy said, her devastating blue eyes
flickered with a combination of amusement and sexual excitement.

"I was touching myself when I saw you," she confessed to the teen.
Kathy raised her leg, her cunt barely concealed from Martha's eager
eyes.

"So be fair . . . touch me now," Kathy said panting with lust.

"I want to . . . more than anything," Martha confessed breathlessly.

"But?"

"Just another block and we'll have my home all to ourselves, baby,
all right?" She pleaded.

"I guess," Kathy replied but her hand crept over Martha's thigh
and dug into the crevice between Martha's legs.

"Ahaa!" Martha moaned and jerked the steering wheel to the right.
Kathy's fingers moved back to Martha's thigh and she straightened
the van, putting it back on course and pulled into her driveway and
when the garage door opened into the garage. Even as the door was
closing behind them Martha took Kathy into her arms and only after
their lips were sealed tightly against one another's did she think to
shut the engine off.

"Oh Kathy," she breathed about a minute later, "Feel how my heart
is racing."

Kathy cupped the older woman's breast and felt the rapid heartbeat of
her lover.

"I'm so glad to see you," Martha said and realized she was already
short of breath and they had only begun.

Kathy pulled her sweater over her head and started to unbutton her
blouse.

"Let's go inside. We'll be much more comfy there," Martha
suggested and Kathy opened the van door on her side.

Just inside the door they kissed again. Martha's questing hand roamed
inside the teen's red blouse and into her black bra until her fingers
curved around the girl's left breast.

"Mmmm," Kathy moaned.

"So beautiful," Martha whispered into her ear. "I can't believe
how beautiful you are."

"I like hearing that." Kathy sighed and making sure her mouth was
open, pressed it against Martha's. Two tongues slowly reexamined
familiar territory. Martha wasted no time in pulling Kathy's blouse
from her skirt for she was anxious to get her hands on the girl's
satin smooth, warm flesh. And as her hand caressed the young girls back
Kathy fumbled with the zipper on her skirt then did the same to
Martha's. It seemed that both skirts drifted to the floor at the same
time, but perhaps that was only an illusion.

Martha kissed Kathy fully on the mouth, and then her nose, chin,
cheeks, eyes and hair. Her kisses grew harder, wetter and more torrid
with each passing second. Martha found herself lapping at Kathy's
face with her long, pointed tongue.
Kathy near to boiling over with excitement starts to return the kisses,
licking and sucking on Martha's lips, first the upper and then the
lower with a burst of passion.
Martha uses her strong arms on the younger girl's shoulders to direct
her downward to her breasts, which Kathy happily feasts upon, again
licking, sucking and biting gently on her areola before nipping at her
swollen, engorged, strawberry tipped buds as Martha murmurs her
approval and closes her eyes to heighten the intensity of her
pleasure...
"Ohhhhhh, Kathy . . . "
"Sweet, sweet little Kathy."
The teen's nimble fingers try stretching Martha's nipple, causing
the older woman to moan.
"Yes! Yes! I can't believe you get me so hot!"
"You like this?" Kathy asks, although she needs no reassurance as
to how well things are moving along.
"Ohhh.  . . so young, so fine," Martha murmurs and begins touching
herself; running her fingers back and forth across her silky-clad cunt.

Kathy moves her face several inches so that it is nestled between
Martha's breasts and starts a series of long licks up and down the
valley separating Martha's tits. As much as she finds herself
enjoying this demonstration of the girl's affection, Martha
desperately wants her elsewhere and, placing her hands on the sides of
Kathy's head, she forces the girls head lower and lower.
Kathy accepts this, perhaps she even expected it. Opening her eyes, she
breathes in the sexy musk emanating from Martha's sex before she
actually reaches it. But with the first flicker of her tongue on
Martha's labia, Kathy's head is forced even closer.
Wresting her head free for a brief moment, Kathy locates Martha's
clit and gives it a hard suck.
"Ahhh, yes!" Martha screeched and pulled Kathy away from her overly
sensitive clit.
Both women were breathing hard, excited by the anticipation of feasting
on each other. Martha began kissing Kathy's neck, her throat, her
ear, her cheek and then her nectar sweet mouth.

Kathy's hand delved its way downward and into Martha's silken
lingerie and through the wisp of light pubic hair already matted with
that special dampness. Up and down her fingers crept, lightly caressing
Martha's vagina. This caused Martha to suck hard on Kathy's
swirling tongue and that signaled Kathy it was time to stick a finger
or two inside her lover; and she did so, causing Martha to sever the
kiss and moan as she came for the first time.

Kathy pushed the older woman into an easy chair, spread her legs wide
and thrust several fingers into her. Martha's juices gushed around
Kathy's fingers causing a squishy sound each time she withdrew them.
Martha had her hand in her mouth biting down, so wonderful was the
renting pleasure the fingers brought as they surged through the fissure
that she knew as her cunt.

"Am I as good as Peggy?" she asked, anxious to know, for she
considered Peggy a rival for Martha's affection.

"Ugh . . . Ahaa, yes!"

"Better?"

"Ahaaa, oh yeah, oh yeah . . . better . . . don't stop that . . .
It's . . . . Mmmmmm, coming!"

Kathy held Martha for a minute or so, then finished undressing and sat
next to Martha. "Want to take the rest of those things off,
Martha?"

"Mmmmmm, she sighed, clearly still in the throes of her climatic
state. Kathy helped her, Martha offered no help, but didn't resist;
she was putty in the youngster's hands.

Eventually Martha recovered and signaled Kathy by cupping the firm
round moons of Kathy's ass and squeezing them. Kathy kissed her and
said, "Ahaa, that feels good."

Martha laid a series of wet kisses along Kathy's neck and shoulders,
still squeezing the full moons of her ass. "I want to kiss those
cheeks of yours, they're so scrumptious!" And she moved downward
and left a series of soft, sucking kisses on each cheek.

"You have a delicious bottom that I am going to kiss and kiss," she
said, pulling Kathy up and bending her over the chair. Martha allowed
herself a few precious seconds to admire the young girl's ass; from
the light reddish marks left by traces of her lipstick, to the wrinkled
light brown pucker of her asshole. She licked her lips twice. There was
a wanton look upon her face; and then her neck bowed and she placed a
firm kiss on Kathy's hole.

"Oh!" Kathy gasped.

"Like it?"

"It's wonderful. Are you going . . ." She never finished, for
Martha's tongue was licking small circles around the puckered
orifice.

"Ahaaa! That's great!" Kathy gasped and sent her hand lower in
search of her pussy; when located she began to touch herself in rhythm
with Martha's expert tonguing.

After moaning with delight, Kathy managed to say, "I was afraid you
might not want to see me again, after tricking you and sending Peggy in
my place." Kathy confessed shyly, still wriggling her butt reflexively,
trying but not really trying to escape the fantastic tickling
sensations her lovers mouth was bringing to her.

"Why would you think that?" Martha said; pausing only long enough to
insert her index finger into the tiny opening of Kathy's backdoor.

Not waiting for a response, Martha went on. "Mmmm, I love this
delicious body of yours. In fact, I l love you, I really and truly love
you Kathy."

"I . . . I love you too," Kathy replied. And wondered if it was
really love, or lust. She decided it didn't matter; it was great
whatever it was.

Martha renewed her kisses with a searing intensity that surprised her.
She discovered she wanted to devour this girl, to spend the rest of her
life making love to her like this and at the same time knew that the
affair couldn't continue much longer before they were discovered by
someone.

"You know, Kathy, I never stop thinking of you."

"Oh stop . . . really?"

Martha gave her ass another long suck before answering. "Yes, really
I do. I find myself rushing to the bathroom and masturbating with my
eyes closed tight while conjuring up your face, your lips, your pussy .
. . ."

Unable to contain herself, Martha mashed her face into Kathy's ass,
driving her tongue into her rectum about an inch.

"Jesus!" Kathy squealed.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" Martha asked with concern.

"No, no, not at all. It was terrific." Kathy was now masturbating
faster, nearing her own climax.

"It's going to get even better, baby," Martha said and was surprised
to hear the huskiness of her tone. Her fingers had discovered that
Kathy's cunt was very wet indeed; and carefully avoiding Kathy's
slippery fingers she abandoned her asshole and slid over to her
glistening, slick, wet, pink cunt and pried it open.

"Ahaa," Kathy moaned.

Martha couldn't believe this beautiful teenager was hers, all hers, a
sweet, virginal body that had never known a cock. She commenced licking
Kathy's pussy in a slow, skillful way that she had not been able to do
during their first times together, simply because they had both been
desperate to fuck and make each other come quickly and repeatedly. But
now they had plenty of time, and Martha was not to be denied her feast.


While Kathy gasped and moaned and writhed, Martha continued to suck and
lick the sweet, but runny pussy directly under her nose without letting
Kathy come.

Soon Kathy was begging her to let her come. "Oh god . . . oh god . . .
please!" She was pinching her own nipples, rolling her hips so they
churned her cunt up into Martha's magnificent mouth. "Oh god . . . oh
god! I can't take that, Martha please . . . "

Martha bowing to her cries intensified her cunnilingus and was rewarded
with more of Kathy's whimpered pleading.

"Yes, like that! Ahaaa, Ugh, ugh, yes!  Harder please!"

Martha remembered the delectable asshole and sent a devious digit along
Kathy's cleft until she felt the puckered center and drove the finger
in an inch or so. Wriggled it around ignoring the bleated cries Kathy
issued at this intrusion and found she could purchase another inch in
the girls anal canal before beginning to thrust it in and out as she
sucked on the teen's clit.

"Naughhh!" Kathy cried out once and then she was coming. "Oh god
. . . I . . . I'm going to . . ."

"Not yet you're not," Martha panted, pulling her tongue from Kathy's
swollen, little clitoris; and gripping the twin moons of Kathy's fine
ass, lowered her tongue to the outer labia of Kathy's pussy. Kathy
found that her climax had abated somewhat. Oh she felt wonderful, but
the big thrill was missing. Martha's tongue flickered across her clit
and she felt it . . . hovering out there in the distance . . . waiting.

"Please . . . get me off," she panted, "I need to come so
fuckin' bad, please?" Kathy was digging her fingers into her hard,
resilient young thighs and covered in a light sheen of perspiration.

That marvelous serpent of a tongue made contact with her clitoris again
and Kathy bit her lip and moaned as she crushed her cunt against her
lover's mouth. She realized Martha was teasing her and she loved
every second of it, but still had an overwhelming desire to come.
.
Reaching out the young girl took her nipples and twisted them sharply.
That sent a lovely rush right to her cunt and triggered a mild orgasm,
but still she lacked the big one.

Martha took pity on her and slid two fingers into the sopping wet
crease of Kathy's now frothy cunt and fucked her with them, at the same
time lashing the girl's swollen clitoris excitedly with her tongue.
Twenty seconds later Kathy convulsed under the hardest orgasm of her
life and tore a hole in the sheet that she had gripped in her hand. Her
ecstatic screams filled the entire house. Martha was required to muffle
them by placing a pillow over her face being careful not to smoother
her, but forcefully enough to quell the sounds of her climax so no
curious neighbors might be drawn to knock on her door.

After the initial shocks, Martha slid up to hold her while she quivered
and moaned, still coming even forty seconds later. Finally, the
whirlwind was spent, and she blinked and smiled.

"That was something else! You do know how to make a girl come pretty
hard, Martha," she gasped.  "Peggy never made me come like that."

Martha smiled, and kissed her. "So you'll want to do it again?"

"You got that right," Kathy said beaming. "Now I'll do you."

"Let's have some refreshments first, "Martha said and climbed off
the bed, picked up Kathy's bra and thrust an arm through the strap --
slipped a breast into each cup and hooked the clasp.

"My bra?" Kathy asked puzzled. "Why? Why are you getting
dressed?"

"I never know if someone will stop by," she replied, deliberately
evading a proper answer. "Want a Coke?"

"Sure, fine. No ice though, okay?" Kathy really didn't care if
Martha wanted to wear anything of hers.

"No ice? Sure." And Martha went to the kitchen and poured to
glasses of coke and brought them back to the bedroom, handing one to
Kathy.

Kathy had pulled on her panties and lay in what Martha assumed the girl
thought a provocative pose.

"You're extremely sexy young lady."

"Thank you," Kathy smiled pleased with herself.

Martha walked across the room, opened a drawer and withdrew a huge
knobbed vibrator that had a black strap attached to it.

"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Kathy?"

Kathy was embarrassed to admit that she used one. She nodded
negatively, fearing Martha would somehow pry the information from her
that her mother had given her one.

"Not even a hairbrush, or another toy substitute?"

"Only . . . fingers, my fingers . . . and sometimes Peggy's."

Martha sauntered back to the bed, brandishing the dildo like a sword
and joined Kathy on the bed. With abroad smile on her face she held the
vibrator between her legs, prodding at moist lips, then stopped.

"Here, do me will you?" she asked and gave the instrument to Kathy.

Kathy hefted the thing, realizing this was heavier than her own and
longer and thicker too. Then she glanced at Martha's pussy -- her
legs spread wide, her fingers holding the labia pried apart waiting for
her to insert the damn thing inside her.

Kathy crawled over the bed until she was kneeling between Martha's
knees, then rubbed the dildo slowly up and down her exposed slit. The
older woman moaned and raised her pelvis and Kathy used the movement to
prod at her sleek entrance with the knobby end of the dildo.

Kathy was enthralled as the dildo began to slip into Martha's warm
pink opening. She pushed it in until meeting only a slight resistance,
then extracted it and after examining it (there was a heavier layer of
moisture clinging to the surface of the toy now) she pushed it back in,
held it there for a moment and then began to pump it in and out as she
did to herself at home.

"Ohhh . . . Good!"

"Mmmm . . . Ohhh!"

It was gliding in and out unimpeded as Martha's juices were flowing
freely and had liberally coated the plastic shaft fucking her. Martha
quit squeezing her own breasts and, making a fan of her fingers, she
was now rotating her wrists and drumming her erect nipples with both
thumbs.
Her head rocked back and forth and her eyes were closed.

"Yes! Harder!" She exclaimed. "Yes! Faster!"

Kathy continued to pump the dildo in and out. Droplets of sweat rolled
down her cheeks and hung from her nose for what seemed an eternity
before plopping on Martha's loins. And Martha's ass lurched upward
to meet Kathy's slamming dildo. Her hands had abandoned her breasts
and were now stroking and teasing her clitoris as her climax neared.

 "Ohhh, yeah . . . Give it to me!"

Kathy responded by increasing the speed of the thrusts.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhhh, Christ that's good!" Martha bellowed as she arched her
back so that only her feet and shoulders were in contact with the bed.

Kathy went faster and realized the entire dildo was now impaled in her
lover, with only the very base and attached straps outside Martha's
cunt.

"Mmmmmm . . . . COMING!"

"Ahaaa! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh!" Burst from Martha's throat. Her body
flopped back to the bed; she rolled onto her side, tearing the dildo
from Kathy's hand, leaving it totally immersed in Martha's vagina.
Martha drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Kathy was fumbling
with the slippery strap trying to gain a purchase on the instrument
lodged within Martha's pussy. Thoughts of having to take her to the
emergency ward raced through Kathy's head , but she managed to get a
grip on the strap and pulled and with a loud popping sound the dildo
slithered out and dangled at the end of the strap in Kathy's hand.

Martha's fingers were flying over her pussy, trying desperately to
prolong her orgasm. Her round ass cheeks glistened with her juices as
her entire body began to shake with the impact of the huge orgasm.

Inarticulate noises escaped her lips as her release poured through her
system and as the spasms began to ease she rolled onto her back and
straightened her legs.

A minute passed. Kathy sat on the bed Indian style watching Martha who
laid back, exhausted, eyes closed. Gradually, Kathy began to lay a
series of light kisses along Martha's neck, shoulders and chest. She
toyed with Martha's breasts, drawing her tongue in circles around her
aureole, watching the nipples stiffening as they grew longer.

It wasn't long before Martha was sufficiently revived and infused
with a strong desire to satisfy Kathy as she had never been before.

"Peggy's done you hasn't she?"

"That doesn't count. You've done me too, for that matter. Why?"
Without answering, Martha picked up the dildo and placed it in her
mouth. After it was sufficiently wet from her saliva she began to strap
it on. Kathy's eyes were watching her every move. She reached between
her legs and touched herself. She was very wet. Both women were on
their knees facing each other. They leaned forward and kissed. Martha
cupped Kathy's breast.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby."

"With that thing?"

"Of course with this thing. It shouldn't hurt a bit, but if it does
. . . I'll be sure to go easy, trust me, you'll love it." Having
made her pitch, she took two fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

"Here. Lie over these," she said gently.
.
Kathy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks raised
high, and she began to giggle.

"This is so . . ."

Martha pried her knees apart.

". . . Cool," Kathy finished.

"Now relax, you're gonna love being fucked." Martha parted Kathy's
lips with one hand as the teen watched in amazement and rubbed the dong
along Kathy's now twitching pussy.

"Mmmm..." Kathy sighed, for it didn't hurt one iota, even when Martha
shoved the bulbous head between her labia and perhaps a half inch into
her.

To Kathy, the dildo head felt incredibly firm and oddly spongy as
Martha pushed, compressing the blunt instrument between the girl's
slippery pussy lips.

"How does it feel, baby?"

"So far it feels kinda nice, you know? I thought it would hurt a lot
more." But the grimace on her face told Martha the girl was just
being brave and perhaps a little foolhardy.

Because she dearly loved Kathy, Martha took her time easing the
substitute prick in, not forcing the penetration, working carefully,
slowly gaining ground, working more and more of the device into the
teen's pussy. With her free hand she gripped the girl's ass and
kneaded it. Kathy responded by wriggling her ass, demonstrating that
she was enjoying Martha's attentions.

Suddenly the make-believe phallus slipped inside her.
"Ohhhhhh!" Kathy moaned, thinking, 'I can't believe I took that
thing in me! I can't believe I'm now attached almost pussy to pussy
with Martha!"
"Okay, my sweet, little baby, up we go," Martha whispers gently in the
teen's ear. And taking hold of Kathy's hips, she lifts the girl up
and sends the dildo deeper into her.
"I can't take any more!" Kathy yelps, fearing it will spilt her
apart if it goes any further.
"Sure you can. Your pussy is almost made of elastic. Think about how
wide it goes during childbirth. This little old thing isn't anywhere
near the size of a baby's head. Besides," she added, almost cooing
in her ear, "I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Now, if you want,
I'll stop right now."
"If you're sure . . ."
"Its gonna feel great in a second or two. I promise baby, I mean
it." Martha was already beginning a slow stroke designed to loosen
Kathy's hole to better accommodate the dildo.
As promised, after several slow strokes, Kathy felt a warmish
pleasurable sensation spreading upward from between her legs.
"Oh!" The girl gushed, "Oh yes!"
"Better?"
"Ummmmm." And the teen began to move her ass in concert with
Martha's slow fucking.
"Yes, yes, that's it baby," Martha cooed. "You're taking it quite
well," and she looked down between her legs to watch as the dildo
surged into the young girl.
Growing more excited and delighted with being fucked, Kathy started to
twist and writhe, causing the most unbelievable sensations within her
impaled cunt. Slowly and instinctively, both women's hips begin to
rotate around. Each movement causing the dildo to slide and squish
around in Kathy's cunt.
Martha adds to the girl's excitement by running her tongue along her
neck and shoulder, drooling on the young girl. Martha mashed the dildo
it full length and listened for Kathy's groan of pain. It never came.
All this time, the dildo was bringing pleasure to Martha by rubbing
against her clit on every other stroke. Feeling herself on the verge of
a huge orgasm, the older woman began to rock her hips fiercely up and
down, causing Kathy to jerk and bob uncontrollably from the skewering
she was undergoing.
"Ahaa! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Oh! I'm really fucking you my little bitch!"
"I . . . I  . . . love it!" Kathy screams realizing her orgasm is
nearing and then bits her lip and whimpers. "Make me come! Make me
come!"
"Hurt you? Did I hurt you, love?"

"No, no," the girl responded. "I'm ready . . . make me come!"

"Give it some more time, Kathy, you will." And Martha worked the
shaft in another inch, watching intently as Kathy's flesh clung to
dildo as it was withdrawn; and how it pressed her flesh inward as she
forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of
Kathy's asshole pouted as if sulking at not having a cock in it as
well. Then with a huge smile on her face, she thrust it in one more
time.

"Oh . . . shit!! Ohhh, shit!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"Yes . . . no!"

Kathy was shaking her ass, trying to garner more of the cock inside
her.

"Feels great!" She gasped and then buried her face in the pillow as
Martha began to fuck her seriously, ramming the instrument in and out
furiously.

"Coming!" Kathy roared although the sound was muffled by the
pillows. She was indeed experiencing new sensations as her insides
churned as never before; muscles tightened; flashes of heat coursed
along her spine. She clamped hard on the monstrous thing within her;
thinking that perhaps she would pass out.

But Martha's hand was on her shoulder, driving the thing deeper and
deeper. Not that Kathy cared. She was soaring as one climax after
another roared through her.

Finally, Martha had had enough and pulled it out. Kathy whimpered at
the loss.

"Oh, Martha . . . that was beautiful!" She said in between gasps.

 "Good, baby. And thanks. Let's just hold each other for a while
okay? Then I'll take you home."

"kay," Kathy replied and opened her arms to accept Martha.

They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms.

If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part was,
or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.
the_panda@hotmail.com

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