Don Lewis - Two-way wife

Her already ample flow of juice turned into a flood, a torrent of pussy-cream. I kept licking even as it washed down over me. I had never tasted undiluted cunt-juice before that night and I was enjoying every wet moment of it.

Martha finally slumped back on the couch, her orgasm completed. I pulled my tongue away from her pussy, but I left my fingers buried in her ass and cunt.

"How did I do?" I asked.

"Very well," Martha said. "You lost control at first, but after that you were perfect!" I felt her cunt quiver as she spoke.

"Now I'll eat your pussy," she told me, her eyes sparkling.

I pulled my fingers out of her holes and stood up. Martha got up off the couch and replaced me on the floor. I took her position on the edge of the couch. The moment I had long waited for was at hand.

I spread my legs as far as I could and then lay back on the couch. I didn't expect to need my hands to keep Martha in place.

Martha dropped her head down to my cunt. Just as she had instructed me to do, her tongue probed way down deep into my hole. It slid easily down the slippery channel, while cunt-juice and saliva mixed on her tongue.

It felt good, but what she did next felt even better. Martha pulled her tongue out and ran in perfunctorily across the outer pussy-lips tickling me and stimulating me. My clit needed her tongue, but first she stopped to run her soft, wet tongue over the inner lips of my cunt, as I had done to her.

Now it was time for my clit. Martha gently tongued the tiny shaft. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Although men had rubbed it and licked it, none had ever done so as gently as Martha was doing.

I realized that although the clit demands a lot of attention, that attention must be gentle at first, then must increase gradually, but steadily. Men had often rubbed or licked my clit vigorously at the start, then abandoned it to concentrate on my hole.

Martha knew exactly what to do. She softly tongued the clit, at the same time moving one hand up to finger-fuck my hole. As her long, slender finger moved in and out of my cunt, I felt as if my cunt and clit were the center of the whole world. No one could ever have felt such an intense sensation, I remember thinking. I had known pleasure, but never such a powerful all-encompassing total pleasure. After a few seconds, it blotted all else from my mind. The rest of the universe ceased to exist.

As Martha concentrated on my cunt, the pleasure somehow increased. The dream had been incredible, at least for a few brief seconds, but this erotic pleasure far exceeded that in the dream.

It didn't take me long to come. That tongue so busily working on my clit was too much for me. Sensing that I was nearing orgasm, Martha pushed her tongue harder against my clit.

That was all I needed to push me over the brink. I shuddered, once, twice, then came. Martha kept her head between my legs and she continued to lick away at my tender clit. At the same time, her fingers were busy stabbing my cunt.

My cunt felt on fire. It got hotter and hotter. Then, as my orgasm peaked, the fire turned from an intense blaze into a thermonuclear blast. I felt as if explosions were racking my body, lifting me off the couch and sending me soaring into the sky.

This continued on and on, longer than any orgasm I had ever experienced. Martha knew how to prolong it for me. She licked hard until I seemed to reach a peak, then she began to gently nibble at my clit. As I sank back down on the couch, as my muscles started to relax, she tongued me harder and faster. Soon, I was up on top of another peak, this time higher than the one before. Each consecutive explosion sent me higher and higher, until I felt as if I were in outer space.

As my orgasm subsided, finally, I felt numb. I had never been so totally satisfied or so completely exhausted. I didn't speak. I didn't think. I just lay there on the couch for at least five minutes.

As my strength came back, I reflected on my experience. I had never felt anything like it. The constant stimulation of my clit, without any stopping for short forays into my hole, had been incredible in its effect on me. Moreover, Martha had been far better than any man at keeping my orgasm going. Perhaps it was her feminine intuition that allowed her to stimulate me, to arouse me, at exactly the right instant, to the point where I moved to a higher level of passion, but not so high that I reached the point where my passion could only lessen.

I looked down at Martha. She lay on the floor, resting. At first, I thought she was asleep, but she smiled at me and winked. Her eyes had been half-shut, but now they were wide open, staring at me questioningly.

"Was it as good as you expected?" she asked.

"Even better than I expected," I answered. I meant what I said.

"Glad to hear it. You know, the same thing happened to me with my first experience with another woman. I expected it to be good, but turned out to be so unbelievably good."

Martha stood up. "I still have a lot to teach you, Lori," she said, looking at me intently as she spoke.

"I'm ready," I said.

Martha smiled. Maybe she had been afraid that I was too tired or that I was afraid to do too much the first time. Whatever, my eagerness to learn seemed to make her happy.

"Look in my purse. I think you'll find something there that you'll like," Martha told me.

I was mystified. What could she have in her purse?

"Go on. You'll like it. I guarantee it," Martha insisted.

I picked up her purse and reached inside. At first, my grasping fingers didn't find anything. Then, they gripped something cylindrical. It was a hard, rubbery shaft enclosed in some sort of case.

I pulled it out of her purse. "My, my," I said, giggling. "I do like it."

It was a very large dildo – about twelve inches long and proportionately thick – encased in a leather sheath. I stripped the sheath from it and hefted it in my hand. The dildo was pink and rubbery, but not too flexible to the touch. It felt like a very good hard-on.

Martha took the dildo from me. "Bend over," she told me.

Facing away from Martha, I bent over, resting my hands on my thighs. I expected her to slam the dildo into my cunt, to shove it way in my hole without any hesitation.

Martha surprised me. While I braced for the assaults of that rubber cock, Martha gently touched its tip to my clit. Her recent attentions had left my clit extremely sensitive, so I responded immediately, moaning as tremors of pleasure moved through my body.

Except for Mike's cock, pricks hadn't done much for me recently. I hadn't expected a dildo to be very exciting as a replacement. In Martha's hands, however, a dildo was more than a mere replacement. She used it with the same patience and control with which she had used her tongue.

She kept rubbing the fake prick against my clit. Then she pushed it into my hole, but she didn't ignore my clit. She used one finger from her free hand to keep up the pressure on my passion-bud. Martha penetrated my snatch gently with the dildo. Inch by inch, she moved it inside, giving my cunt time to adjust to the big rubber cock.

Finally, it was completely inside my hole. Martha now showed me the full potentialities of lesbian sex. If a man had gotten his cock into me, he would have started slamming it in and out of my cunt. A man wielding the dildo would have done the same, using all his strength to fuck it in and out of my hole. Martha moved the dildo efficiently, but not artlessly. She made sure that on each stroke the dildo entered at the proper angle so that it rubbed against my clit. She also varied the tempo to maximize my pleasure.

"Keep it up, Martha. Oh, that feels great," I moaned.

Martha wanted me to enjoy it, but she didn't want me to climax yet. When she saw signs that my orgasm was imminent, she slowed her strokes. Then, an inch at a time, she withdrew the rubber cock.