Chapter 11

The kissing lasted longer than it had taken Elizabeth to make Maryann cum. the devout woman with the magnificent bosom had originally been supine on the bed with her neighbor and lover lying beside her, now she had rolled on her side facing. They stroked each other's hair and caressed each other in seemingly non sexual places like the shoulder and upper arm, the hip and outer thigh, up and down their backs. Maryann was experiencing for the first time a feeling of physical love, not sexual and harried but slow and tender. It extended and stretched and deepened the blissful post orgasmic feeling until it felt as though it could go on forever—she wanted it to go on forever—but something changed.

The warmth began to turn to heat again. Maryann was surprised at herself when she became physically aggressive enough to roll her partner onto her back and straddle her. The tender kissing continued but now Elizabeth wasn't able to keep her hands off the amazing melons that hung above her. Tenderly she caressed the whole of the smooth resilient flesh and ran her finger tips over the diminished but still substantial nipples. The sensations the loving stroking fingers elicited traveled in a steady stream directly to kneeling woman's pussy.

The woman on top was compelled to return the favor. Sliding down she captured her host's left breast in her mouth licking and sucking until her companions moans signaled her to switch to the right boob. The soft resilience of her host's tits seemed to contrast with the firm rubberiness of the turgid nipple. She would have been content to continue her oral tribute for a long time but she realized that Elizabeth had unfastened her shorts and slipped her hand inside.

Her curiosity about how different her neighbor's pussy would taste re-emerged and she slid backwards until she was off the bed and kneeling between her partner's legs. Even when she pulled her legs up to assist in the removal of her shorts and thong Beth's hand continued its slow rotary caress on her well lubricated vulva.

The prone woman didn't stop when her pants were gone; she just spread her legs wider putting on a show for the woman kneeling between them. Maryann watched the fingers stroke over the plump fullness of the hairless labia and was reminded of the night before in the church basement watching Rebecca's hand separate her folds. A comparison of the only two vulvas she'd seen in over twenty-five years and, neglecting her own, only the third she'd seen in her life was inevitable.

Her neighbor's inner lips were much fuller, thicker and darker than Becky's, but the outer ones seemed smaller and less plump. The slowly rotating fingers parted the lips just for an instant on the lower part of the stroke giving a quick glimpse of the hot pink interior. The kneeling woman thought that the milky coated coloring inside the dark protruding outer folds was remarkably similar to her daughter's.

Every once in a while at the bottom of the stroke one finger would be drawn up between heavily crinkled flesh, and flick the protruding lima bean sized nub at the top. Each time her finger contacted her pulsating clit Elizabeth issued a groan and her hips twitched. Delving between her outer lips allowed her to collect more juice to lubricate her erotic caress.

Maryann watched in fascination and inhaled deeply of the intoxicating fragrance. Her hand slipped between her own legs, spurred by the voyeuristic thrill. Her other hand lifted one of her melons and she began to suck her own huge areola and tug the rubbery center with her teeth.

Looking down between her legs at her neighbor pleasuring herself added another layer of stimulation to Elizabeth's masturbation; still she knew it would never be enough. She had to wiggle her shoulders over a little to reach the drawer of her night table. She wasn't able to see but her hand located the semi-rigid latex pleasure tool anyway. She put the tip of the fake cock in her mouth to lubricate it.

Even though her eyes were focused on the juncture of her partner's thighs, the movement of her upper body caught Maryann's attention. When she laid eyes on her first dildo she gasped and felt her vaginal walls spasm. Aside from the fact that it was bright purple it was a very anatomically correct model of an erect penis; complete with a bulbous head and bumpy sort of spider webbed ridges along the shaft representing the veins.

She'd only seen one prick in her life and this one made her deceased husband's look like a miniature. It was at least twice and quite possibly three times the size Don's very average member had been. She had stopped biting on her nipple and though she continued to thumb the flexible spit coated peg her attention was totally captured by the toy her host was sucking on. She wondered if Don had been exceptionally small or if the rubber replica was unrealistically large. She might have been disappointed to learn that less than one in a thousand men could have measured up to the standard set by the molded latex but right now that didn't matter.

Switching hands Beth used her left to separate her labial wings and her right to position the bulbous purple head in her vestibule. Maryann watched as the helmet shaped end of the dildo popped past the outer restriction. Her own pussy twitched sympathetically as more and more of the pleasure wand disappeared into the spongy inner recesses. The kneeling woman's fingers were moving ever faster between her legs and she was fascinated by the way the thick lips turned inward bracketing the purple dong and following it inside. The inward pressure pulled the firm little nub at the top down until it grazed the bumpy plastic.

Elizabeth groaned deeply as she buried the shaft until the tip touched her cervix, and then began to pull it out with the same slow movement in reverse. The marvel continued as her host's dark crinkly labia popped back out and seemed to be pulled away from their resting position following the textured shaft.

In and out went the toy propelled by the supine woman's right hand while her left kept busy squeezing and kneading her right tit. Maryann was overcome by the need to feel it. She put her tit pleasuring hand on the wide base flange of the toy and was amazed at how rubbery soft it felt. Her lover was only using about two thirds of the dildo's length so there was plenty of room for her to grip the imitation cock around the shaft above the lower collar. When Maryann's fingers touched Beth's the reclining woman misinterpreted. Letting go of the shaft she applied her fingers to the apex of her stuffed vulva.

To her surprise and delight the busty blonde realized that she'd taken over responsibility for the thrusting action. Gripping the soft rubbery base she began to push and pull the toy still watching the way her friend's vulva followed the in and out motion.

Elizabeth pressed harder and harder on the root of her clit, moving her finger back and forth very subtly.

"Faster ... faster" she demanded breathlessly and her kneeling companion obeyed.

A few seconds later the rocket launched from between her legs and exploded in her head. Her tit squeezing hand shot down and grabbed her lover's wrist, stopping the in and out motion and keeping the toy buried as far as it could go inside her. Her spasming vagina clamped down hard on the fake cock and sort of trembled holding the phallus in a vise like grip. She shuddered and collapsed back on the bed to enjoy the afterglow.

Elizabeth was vaguely aware of the toy being pulled out, leaving that strange empty feeling behind. She thought Maryann might crawl up on the bed just as she had done, but moments passed and her new sex partner did not arrive. Raising her head she found her neighbor right where she'd left her, kneeling beside the bed licking the purple dong like a lollipop. Although the angle prevented her from actually seeing, the angle of the blonde's arm and the motion visible at the elbow told her all she needed to know.

Beth swung her leg over the jilling woman's head and crossed the room to her dresser. Pulling out her pleasure chest she selected the black strap-on. Stepping into the leg holes and connecting the quick release buckle around her waist she approached the woman on the floor.

"How'd ya like to suck on this sweet pea?" she said holding the ten inch latex prod straight out in front of her.

Maryann looked up with a startled expression as though she thought she was alone in the room. The black substitute penis was very different than the purple one she was holding. It was only about half the girth but it had bulges like beads all the way down its long slender shaft. Making a quick comparison she decided that, diameter wise, the pole her neighbor had strapped to her crotch was much closer to the size her late husband had been.

The toy was being waved near her face so she dropped the pacifier that she'd been cleaning and applied her mouth to the newly presented dong. It tasted vaguely of soap and wasn't appealing at all compared to the one she'd given up. Still she smeared her saliva down the beaded shaft. It felt interesting bumping over the individual spheres that made up the ten inch length.

Elizabeth pulled her to her feet and it was almost rough—demanding. Turning the busty woman around and pushing her head forward while her other hand held onto one hip made Maryann bend at the waist. She'd never had sex in anything but the missionary position but she realized that she and her partner had now assumed the posture that virtually every other animal copulated in.

Her neighbor's knee pushed between her thighs and made her legs go wider apart. She grabbed the headboard of the bed for support as she felt Beth wipe the tip of her strap—on up and down her well lubricated vulva.

It was because she was thinking about coitus with her husband and how their love making sessions were so bland, so predictable; that's why Doctor Perez's words came back to her at this highly erotic moment...

'the definition of chastity ... abstinence from unlawful sexual intercourse ... did being fucked by the black probe that looked nothing like a penis count?'

She just didn't know and after all had she not tortured herself mercilessly to preserve her own version of chastity—would she surrender it now? Reaching around behind her she grasped the rubbery shaft that was pointed directly at her love tunnel and pulled up; up across her perineum until it settled against the tight pucker of her anus. As she was repositioning the toy's point of entry she wailed,

"Noooo ... up here—"

Elizabeth was so shocked she stopped moving altogether. Her new sex partner evidently wanted to go from kindergarten to a Master's Degree all in the same session.

Melanie's hands were magical under her shirt. The way her fingers tweaked and pinched and rolled her nipples after she'd pushed her little bra out of the way had Michelle moaning and her pussy aching. That and the 'taste of her cherry Chap Stick' while she sucked and plucked on her lower lip and tongue made Michelle's knees weak, it was a good thing that the older girl had her pinned up against the wall.

It all started out with the two outsiders chatting and drinking ice tea while the cheerleading team discussed which cheers they would practice. Melanie and Michelle were the only spectators. When the team really got into the details of their gymnastic routines Melanie invited the younger girl around the corner of the house to show her something; and boy did she ever.

When Melanie took a break to catch her breath Michelle's eyes opened wide and she softly said,

"Wow Melanie that was awesome!"

The older girl leaned very close pressing her substantial breast against her trainee's arm and whispered directly in her ear,

"I'd love to do the same and more to your pussy."

Her offer made the girl's dark blonde head spin.

She didn't know that her new playmate was arguably the cause of everything that had happened since she and her family had moved in. It was Melanie who'd given Becky that first kiss igniting a desire that had brought them to where they were. It was hers and Rebecca's seduction dance that had pushed Becky's mother over the edge.

The very experienced Melanie took her young pupil by the hand and led her inside the house.

"Are you sure honey ... do you know what you're asking for?" Elizabeth cautioned her jackknifed neighbor.

"Yesss" Maryann replied in a breathless moan.

"We're gonna need a lot more lube" the woman with the strap-on stepped over to her pleasure chest sitting atop the dresser. She applied a large handful of the clear gel. Maryann looked over her shoulder as the beaded black penetrater now dripping goo approached from behind. Her asshole tingled and itched in anticipation.

Elizabeth's slippery fingers were between the round globes of her butt. The lube felt cold on her twitching anus and when a finger pressed on, then breached the tight sphincter she let out a deep sigh.

She recalled the introduction to the pleasures her bum could provide when the doctor had penetrated her there. She'd been too up tight, too embarrassed, to really enjoy it that time although it was, to a significant degree, the catalyst for her first real orgasm in twenty-five years. Revisiting the neglected erogenous zone yesterday when she'd finally permitted herself to relieve her own sexual tension; she'd only wished that she could get in deeper.

Beth rarely wished that she had a penis but she definitely felt the yearning now as the tapered head of the slender probe popped past the protective little muscle. Maryann's squeal at the invasion made her push harder and the second bulge entered with a jerk. It seemed to take less and less pressure to get each successive bead past her lover's tight anal closure.

Initially the woman bent at the waist and holding the headboard of the bed felt a very hot sensation from her butt. As the toy progressed inward that was replaced by a strange but highly erotic fullness. Each time her anus was stretched and then allowed to snap back stepping over the beads brought a new rush of delight.

The sexual tension and pressure that was building felt so deep. She reached down with her right hand, still holding onto the bed with her left. Her finger bumped over the firm nubbin at the top of her crease and then began a rotary massage of the sensitive pink button.

Elizabeth had penetrated far enough that she could bend her own body around her neighbor's. Her breasts pressed into the stooped woman's back and she reached under to cup and lift the amazing hooters that had so captured her imagination. Rocking her hips and squeezing the heavy pliable melons Beth was surprised at how much she was getting out of ass fucking her Catholic companion.

One bead on the latex probe popped in and out and the extreme heat was back. Maryann felt it as a gigantic rush that spread in every direction from her pelvis. It wasn't the explosion of her previous climax it was just a very very hot wave that enveloped and consumed her.

Beth felt her partner tense and when she felt the release her own pussy gave a wonderful little chirp. It couldn't really be called an orgasm but it had a very satisfying feel to it nevertheless. Slowly she extracted the toy bumping out one bead at a time and retreated to her bathroom to put the bumpy latex pleasure tool in to soak.

When she returned her neighbor had collapsed onto the bed, laying face up, her provocative breasts lolling to the outsides of her chest. Beth got on the bed beside her and they lay like that silently each lost in her own thoughts.

When Elizabeth heard the foot falls on the stairs she knew Michelle was home. Pushing up onto her elbow she kissed Maryann's forehead and said,

"We have to get up."

The blonde woman smiled and rose back to a sitting position. Beth couldn't resist one last squeeze of the pendulous melons before her neighbor began to dress. Maryann had two sets of clothing, two outfits to choose from but it was really no contest. The black embroidered mesh under things felt just as wonderful as they had the first time. Now the way the panties seemed to grip and squeeze her round derriere was accompanied by the residual invaded feeling that she knew would be coming from her anus for hours. The unique pleasure sensation outlasted everything else and threatened to reignite the need a an inch or two in front of it.

They looked deeply into each other's eyes at the side door, and then kissed tenderly.

"It'll have to be at your place when Harold gets back" the woman wearing only a dressing gown confided to her neighbor in the sexy black cocktail dress.

Maybe it was presumptuous to assume that there would be a next time but the departing woman's Mona Lisa smile confirmed the assumption.

Walking across the side yard intensified the feelings coming from her well reamed ass. Maryann thought that by the time she reached her house she'd need to retire to her bedroom to deal with the building pressure.

She had her hand on the door knob of her bedroom when she heard Rebecca behind her.

"Wow mom ... uh ... uh, I mean ... wow!" Becky was standing in the doorway of her own bedroom wrapped in a towel demonstrating her impressive command of the English language.

Maryann turned toward her daughter's voice and heart swelled at the reaction. There was that mortally sinful pride spreading over her again. The separation took place leaving her feeling the emotion rising from her gut and the erotic sensations emanating from her bum but some part of her was watching from a distance.

When her mother turned around Becky was in for a secondary shock. the crossed over neckline of the sexy little black dress displayed more than a couple of inches of cleavage; it was something that she'd never expected to see. She was feeling her clit beginning to pulsate when her mother turned back toward her room saying,

"If you think this is sexy you should see what's under it."

'Was that an invitation?' The light pulsing between her legs turned to a throb and she followed her mother into the master bedroom.

Stopping just inside the door Rebecca gasped when her mother turned to face her and pulled the short skirt up to her waist, revealing the black mesh bikinis that didn't hide much.

"Oh ... Oh my God!" the teenager collapsed against the door post.

"And that's not all" the older woman continued raising the silky dress until she had pulled it over her head.

The moth was out of its cocoon. Becky stood staring unable to speak or move. Her head was spinning and her pussy was pounding. The metamorphosis that her mother had gone through so quickly took her breath completely away. Maryann turned slightly away from the girl to look at herself in the full length mirror; the very same one that she'd used as a masturbation aid yesterday.

"I think they look really good on me don't you?" she said running her hands sensually up over her heavy breasts encased in the revealing mesh.

Becky couldn't help but think about the other morning when she'd accidentally caught her mother giving herself a very thorough breast exam. The sizes of the older woman's areolas were easy to make out through the sheer fabric. Her mother's hands remained on her breasts and she watched her daughter's reaction. The funny erotic sort of stretched feeling from her backside made her think of this morning when Becky had been lying in just her panties on her bed. The recollection of the firm round hills, how they'd felt under her hand started up the insistent twitching between her legs.

She'd hurried across the side yard and up to her room with the intent of relieving herself. The urge to scratch the infernal hard to satisfy itch was stronger than ever and she wished Becky would leave so she could get on with it.

Rebecca had very similar desires. She was already imagining herself on her bed; legs spread wide stirring the sloppiness that she knew had developed just behind her closed folds.

That's where it might have ended, both Spencer women retreating to their own private sanctuary, but when Becky pushed away from the door frame that had been lending much needed support the towel fell. In the blink of an eye she was standing in all her glory not more than three steps from her provocatively unclothed mother.